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zoeykallus · 5 months

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Hello Zoey

First , I wanted to tell you again that I love the stories you gave us , thank you , really , you're one of the few who can make me forget time when I'm reading 👌❤️

It's my first request so I'm sorry if it's a bit clumsy 😅

I had an idea , imagine that after a mission the reader is so tired that they took the first bunk they saw but it's not their's , how would the batchers react ? x)

Aloha!

Very happy to read this! 😊 Thank you so much!

There is a first time for everything. Don't worry, there is nothing clumsy about it. I think I got it. So pre Relationship, but with already growing yet unspoken feelings? At least that would be my guess. Let me see, this could be fun 😁🤭

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Sleepy Mix-Ups

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Warnings: None I guess/SFW/Fluff

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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Hunter

He almost threw his equipment at you. At the last moment, he sees you lying in his bunk and just manages to stop himself. Hunter is puzzled, raises his eyebrows questioningly and looks at you for a moment. A small smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. You look kind of cute lying there in his bunk. He sighs softly and looks around, his gaze falling on your actual bunk. He walks towards it, takes off his equipment, and even before he lies down in it, he smells it. The bedding and the pillow smell of your shampoo, your perfume, of you. A strange, warm shiver runs through his entire body. Hunter looks back over his shoulder to his own bunk, where you are slumbering blissfully. He knows the scent of you will keep him awake for a while, make him woozy. He feels a tingling restlessness under his skin, a silent longing for more of what reaches his nose, more of you. Hunter lies down anyway, the other bunks are occupied, and he doesn't want to wake you. He lies awake half the night and dreams of you await him in his sleep, some gentle, some wild. When he wakes up, his heart is beating fast, his pulse racing as if he has just experienced a pleasantly exciting adventure.

He grins a little stupidly to himself and flinches when he hears your voice. "Sorry, I must have gotten the wrong bunk last night because I was so tired." Hunter clears his throat, straightens up and says with a wink, "It's no problem" He looks nervous and a little shaky, you have no idea why, but as he leaves the room to use the refresher, you don't give it a second thought.

Echo

He stands in front of his bunk and looks down at you. He scratches his chin uncertainly with the scomp link. Echo doesn't really know what to do, he doesn't really want to wake you up, you look so peaceful and relaxed. The day has been hard and exhausting for all of you. He holds his hand over his mouth as he yawns. Tired, he rubs his eyes a moment later. His gaze wanders to your bunk and back again. Echo doesn't quite know whether he should just lie down. You've probably made a mistake out of tiredness, if he were to just lie down in your bed now, he would feel like an intruder. Even if the thought of lying on your pillow, which certainly smells like you, is incredibly tempting. Echo sighs softly, sits down on the floor next to his bunk where you are lying and leans against it. It's anything but cozy, but he's tired enough to fall asleep after a short time sitting up, his head resting halfway on the edge of the bunk. He wakes up when something brushes against his head. The blanket you covered yourself with. You move, it's early morning, you're still half asleep when you see Echo looking at you over the edge of the bunk.

You blink several times, a little startled. "Echo? What are you doing down there?" He straightens up a little awkwardly, his back aching a little from the position he's been sleeping in. He smirks wryly and says, "Well, you occupied my bed, so I had to improvise" You rub the sleep from your eyes and look around the bunk. Echo is right, this is not your bedding, not your bunk. Heat rises in your cheeks, and you stare at him. Others might be angry, but Echo just smiles at you. "Why didn't you just use my bunk?" you ask, confused. Echo shrugs, scratches the back of his head uncertainly and says, "Well, I don't know, I didn't want to just do it without being asked" You laugh softly. "But Echo, I climbed into your bed without being asked" Wrecker in the background, still half asleep himself, grins at you from his bunk, "Echo just wished you'd done it while he was in there"

Echo's eyes widen and his heart races. He feels he has been caught, but grumbles at his brother, "Would you please keep your comments to yourself?" When he looks at you again, you both smile shyly, barely able to meet each other's gaze.

Wrecker

He looks into his bunk, puzzled. Wrecker wasn't expecting this. A little unsettled, he scratches the back of his head and looks around. Everyone else is already asleep, or about to fall asleep. His huge figure stands bent over you next to the bunk you're lying in, his bunk. Normally you would probably have woken up just from the feeling of being watched, by his presence, but you're so wiped out today, probably not even a bomb would wake you up. Wrecker's bunk is bigger than the standardized bunks, because he himself is also bigger than the norm among soldiers, so you should have noticed that alone, but you didn't. He looks over to your bunk, the only one that is still empty and much smaller than he is used to. You mumble something in your sleep. A smile spreads across his face. He was actually toying with the idea of waking you up, but you look so cute, he can't bring himself to do it. Wrecker heads for your bunk, gets ready for bed, and squeezes himself in. When you wake up the next morning, it takes a moment, but you realize you're in the wrong bunk. "Oops," you mumble quietly, straighten up and look around. Everyone is still asleep.

Wrecker is lying in your bunk. He can't stretch out his legs, he's curled up like a fetus, his knees sticking out over the edge of the bunk. It looks uncomfortable, but also adorable. You slip out of bed and quietly walk over to him. You gently nudge him a few times until he opens his eyes. "Hey, big guy," you whisper to him. He blinks, finally grins at you and mumbles back, "Mornin' sweetheart" "Sorry about the bunk, I was so tired I didn't realize which bunk I was in," you say apologetically. Wrecker peels himself out of the too-small bunk and says with a shrug, "It's okay, it can happen" You are relieved that he takes it so lightly. He adds, "Your bunk is pretty tiny, but it smells damn good" You smile shyly and feel your cheeks heat up.

Tech

He almost sits down on you because he is so engrossed in his holopad. At the last moment, he realizes that his bunk is already occupied. Tech lowers the holopad and stares at you silently, as if he could wake you up with his gaze alone. His brow furrowed, he looks at his bunk and wonders how you could have mistaken it. The walls are scrawled with drawings and calculations he made at some point, it's hard to miss. Were you really that tired? He reaches out for you, but just above your arm, his hand stops, he holds it there uncertainly in the air for a while, undecided whether to wake you or not. Actually, this is his bunk, Tech thinks, you shouldn't sleep in it. But there's another thought, a feeling. Because you are sleeping in his bed, you are very close to him in a way. In the morning, his pillow will certainly smell of you. A part of him that he doesn't really understand at the moment, likes that, a lot. He stands there for a long time, the datapad in his hand, watching you. Echo whispers softly over the snoring of the others, "Why don't you go to their bunk, the staring is getting creepy" Tech blinks, startled, and turns to his brother.

He whispers back, "But this is my bunk" Echo sighs and says a little impatiently, "They were extremely tired, I'm sure it was an accident. Now just let them sleep and lie down in their bunk" Tech walks to your bunk, stares at it for a while, then finally lies down. It feels very different, strange, but somehow also pleasant. It smells good, although foreign, but at the same time familiar, because it smells like you. Lost in thought, he begins to paint the walls of the bunk with drawings and calculations. When he falls asleep, Tech still has the pen in his hand and your smell in his nose. It feels like he's falling asleep in your arms and all night long, Tech has a little smile on his lips. When he wakes up, it's still night, and you're already standing next to his bunk. "Sorry," you say quietly. Tech needs a moment to collect himself, the fog of sleep hasn't quite left him yet. "It's okay," he says just as softly, and peels himself out of bed to swap bunks back with you.

You lie down and look around in the semi-darkness. Tech has painted practically every free space. As you lie on your back, you look directly at the sketch of a podracer and a wild sequence of numbers that probably only he understands. You smile. Tech has slept in your bed and left something like his signature, somehow you are so happy about it that you want to kick your feet and squeak.

Crosshair

He is taking off his equipment, turns around and pauses in mid-motion. His brows draw together critically. There's someone lying in his bunk, you. He mutters quietly, "You're kidding me" He lets out an annoyed sigh and stares at you. The intensity of his gaze alone might even have woken you up under normal circumstances, but not today. His gaze finally moves to your bunk, which is empty at the moment, but then his eyes narrow to critical slits. Crosshair has no intention of being evicted from his bunk, accident or not. He grabs you and pushes you to the back of the bunk. Just as you open your eyes in shock and blink, trying to get your bearings, he joins you and takes part of the blanket, decently enough to keep you covered. Startled, you stare at him.

"But... what...?" He cocks a brow at you. "This is my bunk, if you want to sleep in it, fine, but I'm not swapping, so you better get used to me being close or crawl back into your own, kitten" he grumbles. Your heart is racing, you're confused and speechless, trying to untangle the situation in your mind. Just having him so close to you makes you nervous enough. But to be honest, you have no desire to go back to your own bunk. All you say is a quiet, "Okay" A smirk twitches briefly at the corner of his mouth, barely noticeable. Quietly and much more softly, in his smoky voice, he says as he closes his eyes, "Good night, Kitten"

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fan-fantasies · 5 months

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Fragile

A/N: we’re only 10 followers away from 5400, so if you’re seeing this, please follow!

Pairing: Rhea x fem!Reader

Warnings: size kink, fingering, oral f receiving

Rhea Ripley: the bane of your existence.

Ever since you joined the raw roster it was like she made it her mission to humiliate you. She was always calling you cute and fragile, simply because you were smaller than her.

She liked to spar with you in training so she could throw you around like a rag doll. You didn’t mind the training so much as it helped strengthen your skills against bigger opponents.

“Hey, can I see you in my office?” Adam Pierce called to you as you walked by.

“What’s up, boss?” You asked.

“You have a match tonight against Rhea, it’s a contenders match,” he said.

“Really? That’s amazing!”

“Rhea requested it actually so you should thank her.”

“Huh, yeah, I’ll go do that,” you said.

Why would Rhea request a contenders match against you? That was out of character for her.

You found her in the locker room getting her gear ready for the show.

“Hey, doll,” she said with a smirk.

“I heard you requested a match against me tonight. So thanks, I guess. Just wondering if there’s an ulterior motive behind it?”

“No ulterior motive. You know I love getting to rough you up,” she shrugged.

“Yeah, in training. We’ve never had a match before though.”

Rhea stalked toward you with a sinister smile on her face. She backed you against the wall, towering over you.

“Now everyone gets to see what a fragile little doll you are. I can’t wait for everyone to watch me break you.”

Her voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“And what if I win?” You asked bravely. She let out a chuckle.”

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna ruin you,” she said in your ear. Your stomach did a flip and you felt yourself growing wet at her words.

She left you in the locker room to deal with your feelings. You could really use a cold shower but there wasn’t enough time. You had to get ready for the show to start.

When your name was announced against Rhea, the crowd went wild. The energy between the two of you was electric and they could all feel it.

She stood across the ring from you, staring you down with a hunger in her eyes. The bell sounded and you began to dance around one another.

You decided to take initiative and make the first move. You tried to kick out her legs but she dodged you and knocked you down effortlessly.

You got back up and charged at her, only for her to knock you down once more. She was toying with you and you knew it.

Before you could get back up, Rhea scooped you up and held you high in the air, her head between your legs. She looked up at you with a smirk.

“What a pretty view,” she said, before slamming you down on the mat.

You groaned and rolled over onto your stomach, needing a moment to catch your breath. Rhea climbed on top of you and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back.

“Everyone’s watching, little one. They love when I throw you around like the doll you are.”

She quickly picked you up and folded you into a riptide, slamming you back down. She rolled you up and pinned you in her signature style, grinding her hips into your ass. She looked down at you with a smirk as she kept you in that position way after the three count had finished.

You were hurting for sure, but you had to admit that having Rhea manhandle you had turned you on.

You hobbled back to the locker room and decided it was time for that cold shower.

You grabbed a towel and chose the stall farthest from the door. The water soon hit your body and began to relax your frayed nerves.

Only a few minutes passed before you heard the door open. Footsteps were getting closer to you before the curtain of your stall was ripped open.

“Rhea!” You shrieked, trying to cover yourself up.

“Did you think you could get away from me that easily?” She asked, stepping under the stream, pressing you against the wall. “Cold shower, huh? Something got you hot and bothered?”

“N-no,” you lied. Her large hand wrapped around your throat.”

“Wanna try that again?”

“You, you have me hot and bothered.”

“That’s what I thought,” she smirked. With her free hand, she pinned yours above your head. She began to kiss and suck marks onto your neck, causing you to moan.

“Rhea, please,” you whined.

“So desperate for me already,” she chuckled. “I’m gonna take care of you, little one, don’t you worry.”

She slid a hand between your thighs and quickly found your clit with her fingers. She finally pressed her lips to yours in a searing kiss. Your head was spinning between feeling her lips and her fingers working wonders between your legs.

“I want you to cum for me, doll, make a mess on my hand,” she demanded.

A few more seconds with her fingers on your clit and your legs went weak beneath you. If it wasn’t for her having you pinned to the wall, you were sure you would’ve collapsed.

She swallowed your moans with a kiss and let you come down from your high slowly.

“I want you on your knees for me,” she said. You didn’t even question her as you sank down before her. She looked down at you with the biggest grin on her face.

“You’re gonna eat me out like a good girl, understand?”

“Yes,” you nodded. She threw a leg over your shoulder so you’d have better access. She reached down and threaded her fingers through your hair, pulling you flush with her pussy.

You licked a strip between her folds and she threw her head back. You focused on her clit, dipping into her entrance every now and again to gather more of her wetness. She tasted amazing and it caused you to moan.

“Are you enjoying this, doll? Such a good girl for me,” she sighed.

You could tell she was getting closer by the way her grip tightened on your hair. She began to fuck herself on your tongue and was quickly cumming, doing her best to quiet her moans.

She pulled you back up onto your feet and kissed you, wanting to taste herself on you.

“Fancy coming back to my place tonight? I’m not done ruining you yet,” she said, looking down at you, taking your smaller hand in hers.

“Only if you promise to stop calling me fragile.”

“We’ll see just how much you can handle then,” she said with a smirk. You knew you were in for a long night.

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appocalipse · 20 days

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see for yourself ⋆ sirius black

summary: after a party, you tell sirius how you ended things with the guy you've been seeing because he was a bit jealous of your friendship with him. sirius shows you that maybe he was right to be.

"You're in a good mood."

Sirius looks at you from his place on the floor and grins, wild and boyish. It makes your stomach do flips that you'd rather not think about too much, lest it leads to things you really shouldn't be thinking about.

"Must be your charming company," he says before looking back up at the ceiling, fingers laced behind his head.

He's laying spreadeagle on the hardwood floor, staring up at the slowly rotating fan and taking occasional swigs from an open bottle of Firewhisky beside him. Everyone but Remus, with whom Sirius shares the flat, had already gone home hours ago, leaving only you and Sirius behind in the living room.

You roll your eyes even though he can't see you doing it, setting your empty cup on the coffee table. You lean back against the sofa and fold one leg up under the other so you can turn to face him fully. "Remind me again why you're not sitting on furniture like a normal person?"

"It's more fun down here." He turns his head enough for you to catch his wolfish grin. "Care to join me?"

"Oh no," you laugh, shaking your head. "I should be getting home anyway. It's late."

Sirius frowns and pushes himself up into a sitting position. The look in his gray eyes is equal parts amusement and disappointment. "On a Friday night? Come on, love, we're barely tipsy. Besides, you still haven't told me what happened between you and that wanker you were seeing."

"There's nothing to tell," you shrug.

He scoffs as he crawls across the floor towards you. You bite the inside of your cheek when Sirius hoists himself onto the sofa beside you and pulls one leg up to his chest. There's a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth that doesn't seem quite as innocent as you'd like it to be.

"He looked pretty pissed off when he left," he says, twirling a long strand of your hair around his index finger. "What'd you say to him?"

"I didn't say anything. And we were together for barely three weeks. I was just...he wasn't the right guy, okay? Now shush."

You make a halfhearted attempt to turn away from him, but Sirius laughs softly and rests his head on your shoulder. "You don't say."

"Sirius."

"What? I'm glad you didn't waste any more time on that tosser. He would never have made you happy."

"How would you know?"

Sirius lifts his head and leans back far enough to look at you. His expression is one of smug self-confidence as he says, "Because I know everything."

"Everything, huh?"

"Everything."

You quirk an eyebrow. "Well then, what am I thinking right now?"

His eyes flick down to your lips for a brief moment before they find yours again, but it's enough for heat to rise in your cheeks. You could swear he starts to move closer before he blinks and turns away with a dry laugh, but by then you're not so sure anymore. "That you're bored of talking about this dolt."

The ache of disappointment in your chest must be almost palpable, because Sirius furrows his brow and asks, "Is everything alright?"

"Yup."

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not."

Sirius gives you a knowing look and shifts on the sofa to face you more fully. His knee knocks against yours. "Don't tell me you're hung up over that berk."

"Not in the slightest."

"Liar."

"I'm not," you insist. "Really."

"Did he break your heart or something? I'll break his arm."

You laugh, though you doubt Sirius is actually joking. "Nothing happened. He was just jealous. That's all."

He frowns, then narrows his eyes at you. "Jealous of who?"

"Oh, you know, the usual suspects," you say lightly, waving a hand as if to dismiss the topic completely. But when Sirius remains silent, you let out a slow breath and (as you usually do when it comes to him) give in. "You, mostly. He said some stuff, and I didn't take too kindly to it."

A wry smile spreads across Sirius' face. He looks delighted. "What'd he say about me?"

"Seriously?"

"Absolutely."

With a dramatic roll of your eyes, you rest your head back against the cushion behind you and say, "He thinks you, uh...you know, fancy me or something. That we spend too much time together. But I told him that he's crazy, obviously."

"Obviously."

The following silence bothers you.

You turn your head enough to see Sirius' face. He's staring back at you, an unreadable expression on his face. Then, after several moments of more tense silence, he whispers, "What if I do fancy you?"

"Sure you do," you mutter, rolling your eyes again.

Sirius places his palm on top of the hand resting between the two of you and brushes his thumb over your knuckles. "I could show you."

It takes a moment for you to register the offer.

"Did you drink more than I realized?"

"Just enough for the liquid courage to work."

Your tongue feels like sandpaper. "Sirius."

"Mmhm."

"Stop being ridiculous."

"Who says I'm being ridiculous?" he asks, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a light kiss to your skin. "Maybe I'm madly in love with you. Have you considered that?"

You swallow, trying to ignore the way your stomach is doing somersaults. "This isn't funny, Padfoot."

"It's not supposed to be funny."

"But—"

He cuts you off by cupping your cheek and leaning in close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your lips. It smells of Firewhisky and mint. "Kiss me and see for yourself."

"You must be drunk."

"Only tipsy," he reminds you. "Or maybe a little drunk on you."

"You know, you're not half as funny as—mmph!"

He's kissing you. Sirius is kissing you, and dear sweet Merlin, you could swear that the world's tilting beneath you as his hands pull you closer. He hums contentedly when he feels you reciprocating, cradling your face between his palms as if to make sure that you won't go anywhere.

Not that you intend to.

It's the kind of kiss that steals your breath away. The kind of kiss you can lose yourself in without even realizing it, especially when one of his hands slides into your hair, and you moan involuntarily into his mouth.

Sirius laughs breathlessly against your lips as he eases you down onto your back. His fingers dance along your jawline before he curls them under your chin, tilting your head back and kissing his way down your throat.

"I think this went better than expected," he murmurs, pausing long enough to gently bite down on the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You gasp.

Sirius sits up suddenly. His hair hangs in front of his face like a dark curtain and his eyes glitter with amusement when he pushes it back. Your pulse jumps when you see the slight redness of his lips and the hint of mischief on his face. "Don't tell me you're getting shy now."

"Shut up."

He leans down and kisses you again, groaning low in his throat as your hands slide up the broad expanse of his back. "I'm starting to think you fancy me, too," he whispers, words ghosting over your mouth.

"Yeah," you admit sheepishly, sliding your hands up and over his shoulders. "I may have been lying earlier. It's not that crazy."

"May have?"

"Fine, I did lie."

"I knew it."

He looks far too smug. Just this once, you don't really mind.

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f10werfae · 1 year

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No Panties Indoors

pairing: Lumberjack!Husband!Henry Cavill X Wife!Reader

summary: Housewife Y/n can’t help but find her wild husband extremely sexy while he’s fixing another one of his projects (Major Dom possessive Henry)(requested by anon)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

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Y/n gushed happily watching her husband Henry, fix up the treehouse in their backyard. His blue vest not doing anything to hide his big burly arms, which he used to constantly man handle his wife into the most compromising positions. In his head he was just, “Makin a little baby for us” claiming that’s all Y/n really needed.

It had only been weeks since Henry had convinced Y/n that her friends had been no good for her, ever since they made her think that she needed to use makeup. And to think they nearly convinced her to shave her bush, which Henry was not the happiest about. Since then the possessive bear of a man had kept Y/n cooped up in their secluded cabin in the woods, his arms never leaving her body unless absolutely necessary.

“You just gon’ stare at me all day bun?” Henry smirked breaking Y/n’s train of thought, his hands going around her waist to land on her ass, using his strength to push her against him. “Didn’t mean to, jus thought you looked pretty” Y/n smiled, looking up with stars in her eyes, and she just couldn’t help but squeal when she felt him grope her ass. To the rest of the town that action may seem extremely lewd, but that was simply the couple’s way of showing affection.

“Pretty huh? Ya know what else is pretty? My sugar’s sweet gorgeous pussy” He whispered into her ear, his hand going from her rear to under the skirt of her summer dress. “Bearrr” Y/n whined holding onto his thick wrist, his fingers pressing on her button lightly.

“Jus’ checkin my woman’s followin the rules, can’t be too careful” Henry winked, rubbing three slow circles onto her clit before pulling his hands out, holding her eyes as he licked the slickness which had already collected onto his thumb. “See! I told you I follow the rules, no panties in the house” Y/n scoffed walking away, Henry’s eyes trained on her beautiful figure as she walked away to presumably start on supper; all Henry could think to himself was ‘How did I convince a woman like that to elope with me?’

Once Y/n saw that Henry was back to work on his treehouse, she resumed her place on the seat by the massive window, if Henry looked at her direction he’d be able to see her as clear as day. In fact when he was busy chopping wood, he’d ask her to sit there so he could just look at her every few minutes. Saying that he needed his sweet sugar or else he’d go through major withdrawals and who was she to deny her husband, the man who was now providing for her.

Y/n watched as Henry wiped the sweat from his forehead, his skin showing a shiny sliver of a tan from working all day long, in truth Y/n had missed the clinginess of the animal she called her beloved husband. Propping up her legs wide open to face the window, the heat of the sun hitting her exposed pussy. Y/n slid her hand down, feeling the wetness start to leak onto the soft cushions, a pout in her face knowing Henry wouldn’t finish until he was done.

She gasped as two of her fingers found her sensitive button, trying to imitate Henrys actions from earlier, but of course nothing compared to his calloused thick fingers. Throwing her head back she let her fingers slip through her folds, soft whimpers leaving her as she reached her slicked up hole, her fingers taunting the opening.

“Fuckin’ hell sugar, you can’t even pleasure yourself like I do, pathetic. Come out ‘ere and i’ll sort you out lovely” Henry said knocking on the plane glass window, Y/n immediately closing her legs in shock and pouting once she saw Henry now up close to the glass and smirking at her.

“Mhm don’t wanna interrupt, you seem busy, and if you don’t finish then you’ll take longer to come insidee” Y/n said shaking her head defiantly, rushing out the backdoor when she saw Henry tilt his head, his jaw tightened and his eyes now glaring. “i’m finished sugar”

“C-coming!” Y/n shouted rushing out to put on her new branded slippers he had bought her, only for her body to smash into his chest suddenly. “Damn right you are woman, n’ maybe we can get started on that baby you want so badly” Henry grumbled interlacing their fingers together, her giant golden wedding ring spitting lights all over the dark fence.

“wait… really?!” Y/n beamed naively letting him lead her into his treehouse, but then again, what sort of treehouse had he really built?

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aswaki · 1 month

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show me how you use that pretty mouth of yours [smt x reader]

seok matthew x reader | 2.2k word count | explicit (minors dni)

“matthew helps you with your oral fixation after discovering it”

contains: fem!reader, oral fixation, blow job, exhibitionism, food play(ish?), praise kink, pet names ("pretty girl", "baby")

it's almost astonishing how you manage to surprise matthew every single time you're together.

the weather wasn’t really favourable to do anything. it was too humid to be coped up inside but also too hot to be strolling outside. the both of you made a beeline to the balcony to get some air.

“can i sit here?” you had asked, a well manicured finger pointing at matthew. his eyebrow rose but didn’t reject you. in fact, he didn’t even bother to reply. he was curious what you would do. your plump lips suddenly had a slight pout that matthew wanted to kiss away from your face. him being unresponsive didn’t stop you, though. you strutted to where he positioned himself and plopped down. so out in the open, here you were shamelessly sitting on matthew's lap.

your sundress too short at the bottom (matthew was close to having a heart attack when you bent down earlier) and too skimpy at the top (it gave matthew the perfect view of your cleavage). you sat prettily on his lap, eating a popsicle similar to what matthew had. you're doing anything at this point just to cool off yet he was far from getting cooled off. in fact, he was getting hotter seeing you suck the popsicle like that.

you were facing matthew. your hand was placed on his strong chest as a way to keep yourself steady. his sight was fixed on you. he was watching you closely, taking in every detail about how you looked so damn sexy while enjoying the popsicle. he couldn't help but stare at your lips as they wrapped around the cold treat. it was driving him insane. his mind was going wild with thoughts about what else he could do with those lips.

he knew he should stop thinking about it.

however... he simply couldn't resist… not when your hand was feeling up his chest while you were on top of his lap and eating a popsicle. matthew could feel the heat rising within him as he continued to look at you; your body so close to his. he could feel the warmth emanating from the both of you. his skin practically burning underneath the sun. you licked the sides of the popsicle, softly moaning in delight.

“easy there, pretty girl,” matthew let out an amused huff and let his thumb briefly touch your lips. you let out a tiny sound of glee at that action. matthew’s hand started to move, easily slipping underneath your dress. he slowly caressed your thigh, rubbing against the sensitive skin there. he always had a hunch you had an oral fixation. he would always see you biting on straws if your drink had one or getting too excited on having a lollipop. (now, don't ask him why he noticed that.) (he found your lips alluring, that's for sure.)

he threw you a devious smirk. he watched you intently, his gaze never leaving yours for even a second. his own popsicle was melting quickly in the heat. as soon as he saw those drips of melting popsicle on his hand, an idea came to his mind. he was going to find confirmation if his hunch was correct. he raised his fingers to his mouth trying to lick them clean. it left a trail of saliva on his skin.

as if on cue, your gaze snapped to his hand. he knew his idea was correct as he saw the way your eyes followed the movement of his fingers. he could practically hear the sound of your breath hitching in anticipation.

he reached for your popsicle, which was half-gone anyway. he pulled it away from your mouth, smirking at the look of shock on your face. he one upped you. he felt proud of pulling a reverse card and making you be the one who is surprised this time.

he put the popsicles on top of the table close to where you were sitting. he bent down a little bit. his face now so close to yours. you could feel his warm breath on your skin. "do you want a taste?" he asked in a low tone, maintaining eye contact with you and one hand still touching your thigh. his voice made the butterflies in your stomach violent.

you could feel your heart racing faster. your cheeks blushing at matthew’s question, feeling like you’ve been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to do.

“matt,” you whispered his name. it was clear you were already aroused. beads of sweat were shining on your collarbones. your vision went a little bit hazy. your breaths were coming in shallow pants as you struggled to maintain control over yourself.

matthew teasingly lifted his fingers closer to your lips. you decided you simply could not pass this offer up. you threw caution to the wind. to hell with it, you were already in a suggestive position at the balcony. you aggressively nodded at him, tits bouncing at the sudden movement. he watched your breasts move enticingly in that tight dress of yours. you encircled your hand on his wrist. “let me have you, matty,” you said shyly which left matthew amused once more. you were hardly the shy type but here you were close to begging to have his fingers in your mouth.

“c’mon. open up, pretty girl. i want to see how good you look with your lips around my fingers,” and you didn’t need to be told twice. you shifted in his lap, rubbing against his body. your lips parted, tongue poking out to give his fingers tentative kitten licks.

his desire could barely be contained. the sensation sent shivers down his spine. he was practically salivating at the sight of you. the moment his index and middle fingers met your mouth, you sighed contently. you immediately latched on his fingers and sucked. your tongue lapped up the popsicle juices and his saliva. the way your tongue moved and the sounds you made as you suckled on his fingers aroused him. his imagination wandered on how good must it be if you were sucking cum off his fingers. his mind was now completely consumed by the image of your mouth wrapped around his cum coated fingers or better yet, your lips wrapped on his dick.

the temptation to play with you further couldn’t be held back. matthew dipped his fingers deeper in your mouth, letting you taste the sweet, sugary flavor of the popsicle mixed with his saliva. it was something unique. you whimpered as you found yourself craving more of it. you were already a drooling mess. your eyes locked onto his as he continued to play with you. the sensation of you licking his fingers was so erotic for matthew. he somehow understood why you enjoyed it.

“oh, my baby is so needy,” he told you as his free hand, which was still on your thigh, enjoyed the feel of your skin. at this point, he had pulled your dress upwards to reveal more of your thighs. your panties were peaking already. the sensation of his warm, damp fingers against your bare thigh was intoxicating. your pulse quickened with every touch. you could feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter with each passing second, desperate for release. matthew could feel it too. your fluids leaving a dark spot on his pants.

the air felt thick and oppressive around you. you were still sucking on his fingers. the popsicle juice already gone from his digits but you were still having fun with matthew. your hips are starting to move itself. you were grinding on him. his erection pressing painfully against the fabric of his pants.

“shit. you’re big,” you said as you moved yourself on top of his aching cock. he would’ve laughed at your wide eyes if he wasn’t feeling desperately turned on. instead, he groaned at your movements. his jaw clenched slightly, frustration mixed with desire forming inside of him. his sweat made his hair stick to his forehead.

there was no denying the intensity of his desire or the passion he exuded as he worked to keep you both entranced and aroused. even though the two of you were sweaty and sticky from the heat, the both of you found yourself craving more.

you removed matthew’s fingers away from your mouth with a pop. you looked down at his bulge. your fingers traced over it making him hiss at the feeling. you were back to surprising matthew. you licked your lips and asked, “can i?”

“tell me, can you?” he challenged you, taking off his belt. you removed yourself from his lap and knelt in front of him. your soft skin hitting the hard surface of the balcony's floor. your dress was too short to protect your knees.

the thought of anyone walking at any given moment added to the thrill. you looked up at matthew, lips pouting and eyes wide. at this angle, matthew thought you looked gorgeous between his legs, kneeling down before him and absolutely willing to take him in your mouth.

your hand grabbed his cock above the fabric of his pants. as your fingers pulled his zipper down, matthew acted quick and helped you by pushing off his offending garments. (you were fulfilling the imagination that crossed his mind earlier; of course, he'd be quick to act on this.) his girthy cock sprung free. pre-cum already leaking.

you kissed his dick, his fluids coating your lip like gloss. his hips instinctively bucked at the contact. matthew’s fist wrapped in your hair. he gathered it so it wouldn’t bother you as you blew him off. with his other hand, matthew reached down to stroke your cheek, “go on, baby. show me how you use that pretty mouth of yours.”

his words struck a chord within you. you haven’t even put his thick cock in your mouth but you already felt so good. your panties were gathering the fluids leaking out of you. you closed your eyes and licked his entire length. he wanted nothing more than to be consumed by the sight of you enjoying yourself. you swirled your tongue on his cockhead happily. your tongue darted back and forth effortlessly which coaxed a groan from the man above you. you momentarily pulled away and smiled at him with a strand of saliva connecting your mouth to the soaked cockhead. you had also moaned in satisfaction, glad your oral itch was getting relieved. the both of you not holding back at being vocal.

“ah, fuck,”

when your lips parted to finally welcome him in your mouth, he used his hand at the back of your head to guide you. you both made eye contact as your mouth bobbed up and down his shaft. he felt the familiar feeling of tightening inside him. his face contorted in pleasure as your warm mouth enveloped him. you almost gagged at his size. tears gathered in your eyes but you didn’t stop. you only blinked them away.

you held him there for a few seconds before raising back up to swirl your tongue around his cockhead without releasing him from your lips. matthew let out a sound of approval.

“love your cock, matty,” you said. your honeyed voice made matthew feel weak. his fingers tightened the hold on your hair, earning him a whine from you. his cock twitched in your lips at your sounds. you went back down, further this time. matthew started to move his hips fucking you in the mouth. his thrust went from slow to an increased sloppy speed as he felt himself close to climax. you loved how he used your mouth. you moaned in his dick knowing the vibration would add to his stimulation.

“keep going, pretty girl. ‘m so c- close,” the pressure that had built inside him was ready to burst. you held on to both his thighs. after a few more licks and deep throating, matthew spurted hot cum on your mouth. he let out a low moan as he released it. you tried to swallow as much as you could, relishing on his flavour. some dribbled out of your lips. it trickled down your chin and chest. you stroked the remnants from his already softening cock to ensure you got every drop of him.

when you pulled your mouth off of him, you made a show of swallowing hard. "that's my girl," matthew's words to you were breathy. he tried to catch his breath as he felt fucked out but he had to compliment you for taking him so well. you beamed at him, somehow still buzzed. he saw you scooping up his cum at the tops of your breast with your fingers and stuck in your mouth to suck on. on your leg, he could also see your own cum freely dripping. you truly received pleasure having something in your mouth.

you smiled mischievously at matthew, “you taste good.” this had been better than the popsicle you had earlier, in your opinion.

matthew pulled you back up. your legs wobbling at the sudden movement. you returned to your previous spot on his lap. your bodies were now sticky in sweat and cum. he toyed with your already ruined panties, wanting to return the favour. his finger ghosted your cunt. excitement was growing inside of you as you realized what he was about to do. he kissed your flushed cheeks and whispered, “my turn.”

a/n: i don't know what possessed me to speed write this in the midst of my schedule today.......... really took a portion of my day to have a matthew induced word vomit. matthew is my muse, if it isn't obvious. let me know what you think of this. as always, thank you for reading this and my previous fic! (also, i know the photos don't depict a hot day, lol! turn a blind eye on that. i just wanted to use that matthew photo so bad.)

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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A blurb about Jake with an introverted SO who surprises him with lingerie. Jake teases her, but is super feral!

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐮𝐩 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

Jake has always been more outgoing than you. It's part of the reason you're together: you were the shy girl at The Hard Deck just trying to survive a night of socialization with her friends and he was the life of the party that was beating everyone in darts. And for some reason, as soon as he saw you meekly standing in the corner nursing a lukewarm beer, he decided to set his sights on you.

It happened easier than you thought it would, honestly. He charmed you from the get-go, seemingly understanding right away that what you wanted was a breather. That night, after buying you and your friends drinks (a swoon-worthy Southern gentleman) and indulging in some friendly games of darts, Jake had asked if you wanted to take a walk down the shoreline.

He was enamored with you from the get-go. Even just the way your cheeks flooded with warmth when he asked and that little pathetic excuse for a nod made his heart race. And once he got you comfortable enough to have a conversation--ones where you laughed that big, throaty laugh and ranted about the importance of the Oxford comma--he knew he was done for.

Honestly, when you first saw Jake, you were certain that he was not the settling down type. And honestly, he didn't think he was either. But then he felt himself yearning for your touch first thing in the morning, before he even opened his eyes. He was thinking about you all day--Hell, he sent you so many songs and instagram memes that you'd have eons of notifications to check. He'd always just say reminded me of you or simply you lol.

Things were just easy between the two of you. Three (perfect) dates in and you were officially a couple. After a year together, he asked you to move in with him. A year after that, the two of you adopted the most pitiful pug in the pound. And now you have settled into a most ardent domesticity.

You're sitting on the kitchen counter now, waiting for him to come back from the gym. It should be any minute now, really, and you hope so because with every passing second that you sit on this marble countertop in this piece of clothing that hardly passes as clothing at all--you're losing your nerve. You've never worn lingerie for anyone before, but Jake isn't just anyone. He's your Jake. He's the only man in the world that could sway you to slip yourself into a mess of strap and lace.

Honestly, you're not even sure you have it on right. There were so many straps and moving parts and you didn't know how much was too much and the lady at the store wasn't here earlier to help adjust you. But when you looked in the mirror, when you saw all the hills and valleys of your body, you were taken back slightly. You looked good--not even just good. Sexy. You looked sexy.

But you're losing your nerve because you're worried he'll be too tired when he gets back from the gym. That and he'll want to take a shower. Maybe he'll even be hungry and you're sitting your almost-bare ass on the counter and, really, he makes sandwiches here so maybe he's gonna be pissed--

"Well, well, well," Jake's voice is suddenly echoing in the kitchen. "And what do we have here? If it ain't my little angel herself."

It startles you enough to jump and clutch your near-naked chest. He's standing in the doorway, dressed in athletic shorts and his running shoes, and he's positively dripping sweat. It's matting his hair and casting a sheen across his smooth skin. His chest is still heaving--probably because he likes to run on the treadmill to cool down, the fucking weirdo--and there is something wild in his eyes.

"Shit," you whispered sheepishly, straightening your spine and awkwardly poking your cleavage out towards him. "Didn't hear you come in."

Jake is all grins, eyes not-so-subtly raking across your seated form. He nods to your pug, who's resting stupidly peacefully on his dog bed without a care in the world.

"Maybe we need a better guard dog," Jake laughs.

You pout, shoulders deflating as your cheeks flood. You cross your arms over your chest, blowing a piece of teased hair from your eyes with a humph.

"I was supposed to be waiting for you. I had a line and everything."

There's a teasing dazzle in his eye when he quips back at you. "Want me to walk in again, angel?"

You shake your head, frowning.

"Won't be the same," you breathe.

He's taking a few steps closer to you, eyes lingering on the sinful line of cleavage that's just begging for his tongue to outline. But you're being sore about the whole ordeal, your vision of sexiness and allure shattered by being so lost in your own thoughts that you missed your cue.

"C'mon," Jake tries. "Tell me the line."

You're embarrassed now.

He stands between your legs, eyelashes fluttering slightly when he catches a whiff of that perfume you've doused yourself in; he bought it for you on your second anniversary and you wear it on special (and sexy) occasions. Nonetheless, he lets his hands come to rest on your thighs--they're soft and warm beneath his calloused hands. But dammit if you don't grow wet at just the feel of those fingers, at just the closeness between the two of you right now. He smells like he's been working hard--not outwardly bad, but odorous. You love it, frankly, and it's something he chides you for. And right now, as his thumbs rub little circles in the meat of your thighs, you're downright dizzy from being in such close proximity to him.

"Well--well, I was gonna be waiting in the kitchen, right?"

His hands are inching up, up, up your thighs. Delicately, he swipes his index fingers along the flowered edge of your lace. You shiver--God, does he know how to tease you.

"Accomplished," he teases, a bead of sweat rolling off his forehead and onto your knee as he leans forward to press a careful kiss to your nose. "Go on."

Now he's holding the bend of your hips, kissing a sweet line down your throat and trying not to moan at just the feeling of your skin beneath his lips. He hasn't shaved today, so his face is scratching you just right--it's tingling your fingers and toes, drawing heat to your core.

After another moment, as he's kissing your shoulders and carefully nipping at the complicated strap situation there, you swallow hard and push forward.

"Don't make me say it," you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck and curling your fingers in the damp hair at the base of his neck. "It's stupid, baby."

Jake laughs softly, sucking a bruise on your collarbone, digging his thumbs into your hips.

"You can do it, baby," he whispers, hot breath fanning out over your goosed skin. "Do it for me--say it."

You're overwhelmed, so turned on that your mind is practically swimming in a pool of something thick and viscous. He's consuming you already and he's hardly even touched you.

"Iwasgonnaaskifyou'reintofitnessandthensayfitnesspussyinyourmouth," you usher out before you lose your nerve.

He freezes, processing everything you just said. His hands were just beginning to rise to the swell of your breasts, he was just beginning to grind his hard cock against the countertop in a desperate grab for friction, but now he's laughing.

And if anyone else were to laugh at you, you'd have been mortified. Hell, you'd be gone before they could even tone it down and wipe the tears from their cheeks. But it's Jake--he loves you. Hell, he adores you. And you get the distinct sense that he's not so much laughing at you than at your line interpretation.

His grinning face is pressed into your cleavage as he laughs and before you know it, laughter is bubbling up from your throat too.

"Oh, fuck, angel," he grins, pressing open-mouth kisses to your breasts. "I love you so much. You're my fuckin' dream girl."

You grin--entirely dithered.

"Is that why my legs are so tired?" You ask, biting your lip hard.

He raises his eyebrow at you, searching your face. The realization of what's coming next dawns on him and he shakes his head, eyes widening.

"Don't--!"

"--Cause I've been running through your dreams all night?"

He wrinkles his nose at you, but you're already doing a little victory dance, kissing his parted lips as he looks down at you in something between shock and utter surprise.

"Did you Google, like, the shittiest pickup lines and just run with it?"

You laugh again, shrugging.

"More or less," you say.

He sighs in content, nipping at your collarbone again. You gasp and he keens, coming up to just ghost his fingers over your hardened nipples.

Fuck--you love this softness. The way you two are able to seamlessly go between fits of laughter and raunchy sex is something you've never even come close to with anyone else.

"Want another?" You ask breathlessly.

He nods fervently against you, grinning into your sloppy kisses ad you hold his cheeks.

"So bad, angel," he moans.

You moan outwardly when he slips his fingers beneath the lace and pulls it down far enough to take your nipple in his warm mouth, carelessly stretching the lace as he wedges his hand into the other cup to pinch softly.

"I hope you're into yoga," you start breathlessly as he continues his ruthless assault on your sensitive buds, "cause--ah, baby--you're gonna get a good stretch tonight."

"That doesn't even make sense," he mutters against you, nipple still in his mouth as you thread your fingers through his locks and pull softly. "I'm the guy."

"Fuck, I don't know," you whimper, moving your hips towards him and settling your fingers in the waistband of his shorts. "Too wet to think straight."

"Then let's slide 'n' slide to the bedroom," he says.

You two promptly break out in laughter--tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, mouths wide open, chests aching. But then it resumes right after that, like it always does, when his hands come down over your ass to pull you to him.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 6 months

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[10:13 pm]

(POOKIE PROPAGANDA!!! Anyway,, cw: this is mostly humor, with a weird smidge of angst)

Situationship!Jaehyun wishes he could focus on the show playing on his laptop. He was in the perfect position to lay back and relax after a long week. He was under his warmest blanket, laying in bed, and had you laying right beside him. He was big spoon as was his usual position when it came to cuddling. However, he wishes he could just put a stop to the constant repetition of the same song playing over and over again kissin’ I hope they caught us, kissin’ I hope they caught us. It was getting on his last nerve. That song paired with your excited giggles were driving him crazy knowing that it was some type of edit. You shouldn’t be looking at anyone else while cuddling with him!

He tried to peek over your shoulder, his show no longer keeping his interest while his curiosity (jealousy) was gnawing at his brain, but you were so curled in on yourself and covered with blankets that he couldn’t see anything. “I’m noticing that the edits are changing,” he heard a man say before Agora Hills started up again. He could confidently say that about 20 minutes ago he had nothing against Doja Cat, but now he could say he hated her. He had nothing against her beside the fact that her song was driving him up the wall.

And really he should have been grateful, the song was better than hearing the guy talk for a whole minute flirting at the camera, ugh how cringe. “Pookie” this and “Pookie” that and “Pookie, Pookie, Pookeh!” Jaehyun had had enough. He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you impossibly closer, “What are you watching baby?”

You hummed before giggling at the video playing on your phone, “my husband.”

Jaehyun froze, his blood ran cold, he tightened his hold, “Who?”

You turned to face Jaehyun slightly, revealing a guy sitting in his car talking to his phone like a total loser, “Big Pookie.”

“Why are you saying all these names like I’m supposed to know who it is?”

“You don’t know Girl Dinner? Pray Pray?” You asked, Jaehyun shook his head, “God, I forget your for you page is aggressively male. You don’t know Prayag?”

“Why would I know him?”

“Because he’s an icon. Here, you have to have seen this,” you reply before pulling up a video where “Big Pookie” waves his hands and shakes his shoulders.

Jaehyun scoffs with an eye roll, “I can do that,” before he sits up and starts doing the most horrendous shimmy and pointing you have ever seen. He smirks, clearly thinking he’s just done something to drive you wild with lust, “does that make you want on your real man now?”

Your mouth closes to a flat line, “You’re not my anything.”

Then you turn over to face away from him again. He quickly turns you around to face him before the man in his car can recapture your attention. “Why would you be laying in my bed if we weren’t anything?”

You shrug, avoiding his gaze with a sudden shyness, “You never liked it when I called you my boyfriend before. You just ask me to come over and do all these relationship things without the commitment and I go along because I like you. I don’t want to lose you so I just go along.”

Jaehyun can feel his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, “I’m sorry I ever made you feel like that. I should have made my feelings more clear. I was an ass when we first started seeing each other, but if I’m being honest I thought that we’d been official for at least 3 months.”

Your jaw drops yet again, “When did you act any differently?”

“I thought me cooking your favorite meal over a candlelit dinner when I gave you that necklace was the turning point,” Jaehyun replies, playing with the chain around your neck with a very poorly concealed smirk.

You bury your face in his chest and groan out of embarrassment, “I could have been calling you my boyfriend this whole time!”

“Glad we cleared that up, can we watch the show again?” Jaehyun asks, saving you from more embarrassment.

You quickly roll over, facing the screen and Jaehyun feels a sense of ease and calm. Finally, he can relax. Until a few mainutes later when he hears your gasp and “Pookie, I don’t know whose hair this is.”

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luimagines · 6 months

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Soulmates from the Start Part 6

Another commission!

It's extra long this time. :D And guess who couldn't finish the story in one go like I thought I would?

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Twilight was too busy being stuck in his own head to fully take into account what was happening around him.

You had mentioned bokoblins.

Bokoblins.

You had never mentioned them before. At least not in the way that told him they were near you. You had once told him, years ago when you both were fantasizing about meeting each other, that you were far away from Hyrule. You said that you didn’t have bokoblins where you were from.

You said ‘Bokoblins suck. I didn’t think they were as big as they actually were. Did you know they smell? I feel like I’m going to pass out.’

Twilight wasn’t sure he was processing that right. It would have to have been the first time you had seen a bokoblin in person for you to say that. Bokoblins were only in Hyrule.

YOU WERE IN HYRULE.

The knowledge of being so close to you had frozen him in place. Twilight could only vaguely recognize that The Champion, with all his loyalty, was sitting next to him. He noted that the stances were eerily similar to what has happened many times before.

However this time the roles were versed.

Wild had sat him down against a tree while he kept his guard up. Twilight would be thankful later, when he was done trying to make everything make sense in his own head. The Rancher knew he was in no position to even remotely defend himself at this moment.

What else had you said? What else could he decipher if he tried hard enough?

No idea. I heard a horn and then an arrow shot by my foot. I just took off running.

Twilight wants to bite off his own tongue. Everything stopped once he heard you were in danger again. He was too focused on trying to not panic and make it worse for you. He was such a useless soulmate. Everything in his body was telling him to find you, to protect you, to hold you close and tend to every cut and cruise that would have been inflicted on you should he have been even a hair too late.

He heard a horn too but it was Hyrule, Warrior and Time that had gone to investigate the nearby monsters. It would be foolish to think that it was in any way related.

Twilight shook his head, feeling things calm down in his head to think clearly again. It was incredible luck for you to be in Hyrule as it was. Anything more would be asking for too much. But he could work with this. He was a hunter to some degree. He was a wolf for a reason whether he liked it or not.

He was going to find you.

He was going to meet you and hug you and follow through every promise he had ever made to you since he fell in love with you.

There are a lot of them. He has to make up for lost time.

***

You all but screamed.

How is this possible? How are you here? How is he here? Wait-! You DO recognize him! You’ve seen him before!

Fully aware that you’ve been staring at the poor boy as if he had grown a second head, you give him your hand to shake. It was slow and robotic. Your limbs didn’t want to cooperate just yet.

The boy laughs under his breath as you shake hands. “I don’t bite.”

“...Right…” You force a smile on your face. It’s awkward and tight. You remember him now, even though you’re not entirely sure from what game he belongs to. His clothes and appearance are too unassuming. There’s nothing to tell him apart from all the other Links you’ve seen in your life. However, he travels with Link. Your Link. Your Link should be somewhere nearby.

Your muscles tense with the idea of getting to see him after so many years of pining. You introduce yourself to the person in front of you first and dust yourself off. Everything hurts and you’re tired. But instead your brian is now going a thousand miles a minute.

Link is here. Link is close. You’re in Hyrule. You’re in Hyrule.

The Link who is not your Link tilts his head as you speak. “That’s an unusual name. You’re not from around here, are you?”

You shake your head with a weak grin. “What gave it away? My ears?”

You tease by exposing the ears that would have no doubt made you stick out like a sore thumb in this type of world. As it stands, you figure you might as well get it out of the way as it is. You’re not entirely sure how it’ll blow over but the only person who’s even remotely connected to people with round ears is your Link. You’re hoping beyond hope that this little thing will lead him closer to you, if only so they don’t send you away immediately now that you’re saved.

“Hyrule? Find anything interesting? Where’s the person that screamed?” Another voice calls out. It’s deeper. Far more deeper than you would have anticipated, and yet, you know it too. Although far more intimately that you would have realized at first.

Within moments, a man steps into the little space you’ve found yourself in and looks you up and down. A vague sting reminds you of your current injuries but you’re struck dumb at the look of him. So familiar, yet so different. He’s younger. He’s alive.

“Hero’s Shade…” You whisper under your breath. Do you make eye contact? Is that rude? Would that be a threat? Oh my god- he’s the Hero of Time! Isn’t he related to your Link? Wouldn’t he be related to you too? Maybe? By marriage? God- you hoped so. At least in your future. It would mean that Link would have forgiven you for pushing him away and for what you still have to confess now that you’re here in person. It would be awful to do so in front of all these other people but they deserve to know.

Guilt sinks deep into your gut and you feel your face get warm at the very thought of it.

What would they think of you when you tell them?

“Do you require immediate medical assistance?” He asks you instead, unaware of the turmoil going on in your head.

You shake your head and pull your arms close to your body. He nods once and gestures for you to follow. “Come. We’ll tend to you first before we move on.”

“O-oh…” They’re taking you with them anyway? At least for now it looks like. Your feet feel like lead but you follow them.

“All clear!” A third voice calls out when you step back onto the path. He looks straight out of a model magazine if you ignore his clothing. But even with his clothing, there’s a sort of cutting edge to him that would have certainly held your attention if you didn’t instantly start comparing him to your Link.

It felt really good to say that. Your Link. You doubted you would ever get tired of saying it like that.

However, your eyes instantly narrowed in on the scarf that he had slung around his shoulders. You don’t remember it being that big- but it takes every fiber of your being so turn your eyes away from him. Knowing him and all that he’s been through- was probably the worst one you’ve investigated. He was the one you hoped to meet the least. Should he learn, no, when he learns about the things you’ve done, he would most likely take it the hardest.

Unfortunately, you can see the moment he pinpoints your unease and tucks it into the back of his mind. You flinch. The others see that too.

“You know…” He says slowly, taking his time to walk over to you. “There aren’t a lot of people with ears like yours.”

“I’ve gathered that.” You say softly. You want to own up to what you’ve done and what you know. You want to be the adult you are and take accountability… but not yet. You have to see him first. You have to see that your soulmate is safe and real in the flesh.

The Hero of Warriors bites his lip awkwardly. You’re not sure what he’s thinking but you have the slight suspicion that none of you are on the same page. He scratches the back of his head. “I haven’t met a lot of people like you but we know a guy who grew up with cropped ears. Come form a group of them. They live in Ordon Village. Heard of it?”

You can’t help it. You perk up and your heart starts beating faster. There’s no denying your recognition, or the way your face lights up. “Yes! I do!”

This could be your ticket straight to your soulmate! And you didn’t even have to say anything yet!

“He might be a bit out of it though.” This ‘Hyrule’ Link mentions quietly. “Is this really a good idea after everything he’s going through right now?”

You bite your tongue. If this ‘he’ is who you think it is, then you have to be patient. You’ve waited years to meet him. You can wait a little bit longer.

“You know him?” The Hero of Warriors looks back to you instead of answering his friend. “He knows about everybody from his village. Name’s Link.”

You have to force yourself to nod normally and calmly. “I… should.” This is a make or break moment. Now or never. You have to be brave and face the consequences no matter what happens. “...I’d know for sure once I see his face though.”

“Very well.” The Hero of Time, albeit older and more scarred. You’re not sure why he has the Fierce Deity marking on only half of his face or why he has a scar over his eye already. “Maybe a familiar face would do him some good for a time. He needs someone other than us to talk to.”

You don’t comment, too focused on appearing normal as they begin to lead you back to where they were as a group. You faintly notice that ‘Hyrule’ (you have to figure out where he’s from or quickly before you accidentally spill any secrets he may be trying to keep) has glowing hands as you walk. Your injuries and the pain begin to fade.

So this one does magic? Which Link can heal?

You try to keep the conversation light and away from true thoughts and feelings as you nervously follow them through the forest. You didn’t think you would be so shaken by all of this. You didn’t think you would find yourself this anxiety ridden. Oh you hope that he’s here, that he will forgive you! You have to apologize for everything you never said.

***

Twilight finally managed to get a grip on himself and on reality after what felt like an eternity later.

“Hey. You ok?” Wild reaches over and pats him on the back, trying to be as soothing as possible. “Are they ok?”

“Y-yeah… I think so.” Twilight takes in a turbulent breath. “They feel… calmer. I’ve never been able to simply feel them before. They must have stopped shutting me out so much…”

“That’s great, Rancher!” Wild cries, punching him on the shoulder. It’s such a brotherly move that Twilight can’t help but smile, albeit weakly. “You’ve just hit a rough patch. It’ll all be ok in the end. You’ll see.”

Twilight coughs and nods along. “It’s something… I just hate that they were so scared for so long… I couldn’t… I can’t do anything…” He shudders. “But I think… I think they’re here. I think they’re close.”

Wild freezes in a similar fashion that Twilight had earlier. “...Are you serious?”

Now that he’s said it out loud, it feels weightier. Hearty. Real. He nods fervently as the smile on his face turns into a grin. “I am. I think they’re here, Cub. …I need to find them.”

“Then we’ll help you.” The Champion replies without hesitation. “After all of this, this is the least we can do. We’ll find them first. Everything else can wait.”

Warmth and adoration bloom in Twilight’s chest as he brings the younger hero in for a bone crushing hug. There are no words that he can say that would properly convey what he’s feeling but he’s going to fight to keep it.

There’s rustling to the side of their makeshift camp. Everyone turns to the sound with expectant eyes. Time brushes some of the brambles out of the way as Warrior comes through, stretching his arms as he goes. “Hey Rancher. We got someone we thought you’d like to meet. You up for it?”

Twilight raises an eyebrow and stands. “Depends on the per-”

The words die on his tongue. You walk in, roughed up and dirty. But beautiful. So, so beautiful.

You seem nervous as you look around. Hyrule walks around you and everyone is watching for anything to explode. You see him and suck in a breath.

You stare at each other.

Twilight thinks his heart has stopped entirely. Surely this was too easy. He had only come to the conclusion that you were in his grasp. Now you’re just here? Like that? All but plopped onto his lap to love and adore and spend the rest of his life with?

The weight of the situation seems to finally settle on everyone’s shoulders. Wild shoves Twilight forward and he stumbles from the action. He can’t even be mad. He can’t bring himself to glare at his friend. It would mean he would have to take his eyes off of you. And he refuses to do that.

“...It’s you…” The words leave him breathlessly. You’re perfect. Better than anything he could have imagined. Those visions did not do you justice. “...It’s really you…”

Suddenly you tear up and the hazy dream of it all shatters. Twilight feels like a bucket of ice water has been dumped over his head. “What is it? What’s wro-”

“LINK!” You run and jump on him, holding onto him like he’s a life line. It’s enough to knock him over and knock the wind out of him, but he’s used to a little rough and tumble. He catches you with ease, spinning to disperse the remaining momentum and holds you just as tightly as you descend into heart wrenching sobs.

It breaks his heart.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Twilight says quietly. He starts crying too.

Everyone else is aware that this should have been a private moment but they’re too invested in this to look away now.

You pull away and cradle his face. Your fingertips are gentle but shaking. You’re drinking him in just as much as he’s drinking you in. He feels you trace the markings on his face, lip wobbling with unspoken words as fat tears continue to roll down your cheeks.

He wipes them away gently.

You sniffle, caressing him in a similar manner, no doubt wiping away his own tears he’s been set on ignoring. “I could kiss you.”

That’s all the permission he needed.

***

Link kisses you.

He’s sweet and tender and although you’ve never kissed another person before it was everything you thought it would be. You’re not sure why. It was clumsy and awkward but you were too caught up with finally being in his arms to care about it at all. It was as it should be.

You let yourself have this. You kiss him back. You hold on tightly. You run your hands through his hair and try to map him out as fast as you can before you inevitably have to explain everything.

You know this because you cried out his name.

It was a spur of the moment thing. You hadn’t intended to. Since you had never shared each other’s name, he would no doubt start to ask questions once the high dies down. It would ruin everything for you, kill you off before you had a chance to fully live through this, but you wouldn’t lie to him. You’ve done enough damage without him knowing.

So you’ll take what he gives you while he’s still willing to give it. And you’ll hold the memory close for all your future years to come when you inevitably separate.

You finally allow yourself to pull back and gulp down the air that you’ve been missing.

You’re messy and tired and you’re sure that this is going to end poorly but for the hell of it, you kiss him one more time before relaxing slightly.

Link for his part, was absolutely stunning. He was warm and solid. The arms around you spoke of pure power. His strength was no laughing matter and you knew that. You were completely caged with his grasp but instead of feeling threatened or concerned, you were at home. Every cylinder in your brain was firing off that this was where you belonged.

You have to force yourself to pull your hands away.

You sniffle, looking away from his enchantingly blue eyes. Have they always been that shade? Were they always so bright? You could have sworn they were different. You fix up his fur pelt and the collar around his tunic, trying to bring yourself back into some working order.

You feel his hands gently, almost hesitantly card through your hair and around your ears and neck- toying with the idea of feeling your skin. It fires off goosebumps over the rest of your body.

You gulp and force yourself to speak. “...I didn’t think I would ever see you in person.” Your voice gets thick with emotion. You can feel your heart betray you further, nearly sending you into another sobbing fit before you can reign it back in. “I didn’t think it was possible.”

He nods and laughs wetly as he gives in to his compulsion to play with your hair between his fingertips. “Neither did I… I was so scared I lost you.”

You shudder at the raw and thick feeling that shoots through your bond. You can feel him. It’s warm and sturdy. You think you can feel the brush of fur along your heart- a calling to the beast he holds within. It shakes you. Was this how your bond was supposed to eb from the start if you weren’t separated from realities? You take in another deep breath, the tears fall anew regardless. “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head and holds you impossibly tighter. “Never say that to me again. You have nothing to apologize for.”

You’re stunned. After everything? He was obviously frightened. And at the same time, you know that your time is up. You have to explain yourself.

“That’s not true, Link.” You sniffle, hoping that by ripping off the bandaid it would make it easier for you to heal later on. You can’t bring yourself to hide it any longer. “I have so much to apologize for.

His face crumbles as he rubs his thumb over your cheek. A deep, dark growl emanates from him as he bares his teeth. You’re not entirely sure he knew that he did that. “You’re hurt.”

It’s startling how otherly he looks in that moment- but you’re not afraid. Guilt is replaced by intrigue.

There’s so much you’d love to learn about him. But you can’t keep up this charade. It might as well be that everyone is still watching your very downfall before you could truly begin.

***

Twilight could feel himself growl before he could stop himself. You tensed up but didn’t pull away.

Good. He was worried that the effects of the magic in his life would have turned you away the second you saw it in person. He forces himself to relax. Putting aside the driving need to tear apart the very things that harmed and threatened you into shreds, he gently bonks his forehead to yours. “I forgive you.” He tells you, because it’s true. Whatever you want to apologize for- if it’s for scarring him, for blocking him out, for dropping out of your bond for those terrifying 7 hours- he forgives you. You’re here. He won’t lose you so easily now that he has you. “I don’t care about what’s happened. I’m glad I finally get to see you after so many years.”

He’s dreamed of this moment for as long as he knew you were meant to be his. He never would have imagined that it would have been under these circumstances but he can feel you. He feels you. There’s no more door in his way. There’s no more tampering the connection or even remotely trying to hold back what you’re both thinking and feeling.

You’re bright and fluttering and sharp. Like a rose if he had to pinpoint both your intricacy and your ability to put him in his place whenever he would need it. It’s almost delicate but intimidating. You could cut him in a heartbeat- but he could crush you without meaning to. The thought is exhilarating. He hadn’t imagined that the bond would have been this intimate or vulnerable.

You’re feeling guilty. So, so guilty. It’s enough to catch his heart in a vice grip and mangle it beyond its bruised exterior. He wants to wipe the sinister feeling from your heart and mind. Twilight wants to soothe all your worries and troubles with a single swipe of his hand.

He kisses your forehead. “I don’t believe you. This mess wasn’t your fault. You’re not a malicious person. I would know. We’ve been in each other’s head since we were old enough to toddle.”

The guilt gets worse and he’s questioning how he could feel everything about you but not your thoughts. Maybe he misunderstood the manner of your bond and this new strange and wild feeling.

You hang your head, hitting his chest gently as you sink into him. The feeling is good and drives itself deep into his bones. He sighs, closing his eyes to block out his unfortunate audience. You hug him and begin to shake slightly. “You don’t know what I’ve done. You don’t know what horrible thing I‘ve been keeping from you… But you have to promise me, let me explain it all first! I just-... I didn’t know at first how bad it would have been. I didn’t think it would have gone this far.”

Twilight feels his heart start pounding. He doesn’t understand. What kind of trouble did you find yourself in? “What are you talking about?” He pushes you away with his hands on your shoulders, looking deep into your eyes. “Are you in danger? Did it bring the shadow to you?”

“Shadow?” You echo weakly. You seem to get what he’s saying and shake your head. He sighs of relief but then you tense up again and wince. “Actually- maybe? I wouldn’t know. I don’t think it would work like that but I can’t be certain.”

He grits his jaw and squeezes your shoulder a little tighter- keeping a conscious decision to still be gentle with you. “Are you working against us?”

He has to ask you point blank. He has to know you got caught up with the enemy. He had thought that you were in danger before. You would have had to spill secrets to save your own life. He wouldn’t be happy with it- but he doesn’t think he would hold it against you in the long run. You had a lot of secrets to give, that he knew. You were a perfect target with zero training and zero experience. He shudders at the thought.

He wouldn’t blame you. You’re clearly beating yourself up over something and it’s tearing you apart on the inside. He can forgive you- even if it would complicate a few things.

To his surprise though- you jump, looking like you’re about to smack him for the very thought to your honor. “What? No! I would never! I would never put you in danger. I would rather pitch myself off a cliff before I ever come close to anyone wanting to hurt you.”

The spark of indignation overshadows the guilt for one bright moment and Twilight finds it himself to smile. “I know. But I had to ask.”

You huff and pout. It’s cute, Twilight thinks to himself, being careful to not send the thought your way. He chuckles and twirls your hair around his finger. It’s so soft. Softer than he would have ever imagined it to be. Would you let him brush it for you?

“I just…” You start again. Twilight sees you hype yourself up to say the words but you hang your head again, guilt creeping over the bond you share like shards of ice. “I’ve done a not good thing, Link. I… know things I shouldn’t. About you. About your friends.” You flinch violently as if you’ve finally remembered that everyone else is watching you. “I owe them an apology. I owe them all an apology. I’m worse than Cia.”

The familiar name sets a good portion of the group on edge. Twilight sees Warrior stand up straighter as a dark look comes over his eyes. Before Twilight can so much as warn the other man to back off from his soulmate, the Captain strides forward and speaks lowly. “How do you know that name?”

You start to shake again. When you speak, your voice is weak and quiet but Twilight hears it all the same. “Can we sit down?”

“Of course, darlin’. Come on.” Twilight guides you to one of the logs around the cooking fire and sits you down. He’s quick to put himself between you and Warrior just in case he tries to get any closer.

Warrior gets the memo and doesn’t try to approach either of you any more but he crosses his arms. “There are only a very select few outside of my Hyrule that know that name.”

You flinch and bring your hands to your lap, fidgeting with your hand nervously. “I know, Link. But there are places outside of Hyrule that know that name and it’s quite common among those who know the Hero of Courage.”

Twilight feels like something is off with that sentence. Then something clicks. “I never told you my name. I was never able to, no matter how much I wanted to or how much I tried..”

You wipe your eyes and your nose with your sleeve. A long beat of silence passes. “I know… I learned it… As soon as I heard you say Midna… I managed to search for you…” You turn to him. There’s so much unspeakable emotion in your eyes. Your heart feels light but turnt in a way that’s painful for you both. “I found you, Link.”

Twilight sucks in a breath. “...what do you mean?”

“I found you.” You say again. “I found Ordon. I found Hyrule. I found the Twilight Realm. I found your story.”

He suddenly feels sick. It’s as if he’s been punched in the gut. “...What?”

You take a second to swallow your spit. You take a moment to reach for him but decide against it. Twilight reaches out for your hand anyway before you could fully take it back. He’s made his choice. He won’t let you push him away again. But he needs to process the implications of this.

There’s an even longer pause. Slowly, you squeeze his hand. He squeezes your hand back. You lick your lips and keep your head down, focusing on the way your hands are laced together. “I found your story. I found out everything. I knew how it was going to end before you even knew what it would lead up to. I …knew Midna would leave. I’m sorry, Link.”

Your hand squeezes his tighter and shakes. “I wanted to tell you. But I was scared. I was so scared. I found that no matter what I saw, what I knew, I couldn’t spoil it for you. I was worried it would hurt you in the long run. All I could do was point you in the correct direction so you wouldn’t get hurt worse.”

Twilight can feel the memories coming back to him in an avalanche of recognition. “All those puzzles…” He finds himself saying. “...I was always impressed that you could figure them out so quickly.”

“I was cheating.” You try to joke. It falls flat. “I found a walkthrough and it told me the solution. Of course I had to tell you.”

Twilight chuckles but it’s not quite where it should be. It’s not fully fake, not fully bitter, but it’s certainly toeing the line between the two of those. “...I can’t even be mad. You saved me so much time and effort.”

You whine and try to pull your hand away. He doesn’t let you. “I wish you would be. I wish you would be mad. Even if it was a little bit. I deserve it, Link. I know so much. I saw so much. You don’t even know my name yet I know your darkest secrets!”

Twilight takes a deep breath and tries to put away the sting of betrayal. It feels stupid to get upset over this. After all, you had truly helped him. Through the worst of it, you were still protecting him. “You’re my soulmate. Our bond shares thoughts and visions. You would have my secrets even if you didn’t find my story. It would be silly to be mad at you when you helped me with everything. You were my rock. My safe space. I trust you with my secrets.”

You shake your head again and choke on another sob. Twilight still doesn't understand what’s the problem. You finally look up to the rest of the group and whisper.

“I know all your secrets too.”

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #lu x reader #lu twilight #soulmate au #soulmates from the start

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Cody is the ultimate fuckboy. He prides himself on never getting attached and only using others for sex. A path of broken people and torn relationships is left wherever he steps foot, and he just doesn't seem to care. He was a horrible boyfriend, but he was my friend regardless. In my defense, we had known each other since grade school, and I can confidently say that this is a recent development. The worst part of it all is nobody else seemed to care (aside from those he hurt of course) about his dating behavior.

I tried to be a balancing force in his life, as much as I could, hoping that I could be a good influence on him, or at least prevent him from doing as much damage as possible. I tried to steer him on the right path, using our friendship to hopefully help him understand, but all my pleas fell on deaf ears. Usually, I was the first to know if Cody had entered a new relationship, but I stopped receiving those all-too-common relationship updates from him for months. Knowing his habit of being a serial dater, it seemed far too suspicious that something hadn't happened in all of this time.

In addition to ensuring Cody doesn't implode by ruining every relationship he had, it was also my plan to make this summer the best of my life, and that meant changing everything. I have only dated one guy, and that resulted in an incredibly underwhelming breakup and an even more underwhelming friendship afterward.

Our gym days had been a sort of ritual between the two of us forever, I always did cardio, while he did weights. We used this time to catch up on each other's days and make plans, all intermixed with some exercise. As one of our many rambling conversations soon circled to the topic of relationships, I used the moment to bring up my grievance with him, in the sternest way I could. Balancing seriousness with a friendly air, I said, "It is wild how you manage to be so bad at keeping a relationship." He replied, "Remind me, you've been with how many people?" With an immediate, "Oh, one!" Keeping up with the banter, I quipped, "But, I mean, at least my one relationship still likes me after." Even as the words left my lips, I knew I had crossed an invisible line. Cody's look at me only proved my thinking, as I glanced over to a blank stare.

The moment suddenly felt intense. I thought I had hit too deep, even gone too far. I steeled myself and prepared a response, but as I did, I noticed a smile appear on his face, soon replaced by a full-faced chuckle. As the sudden shift in emotion gave me whiplash, I could only manage a light laugh, but I felt his strong hand pat my back, as he said "I mean, if they hate me so much, they should take it up with me, but they all knew what they were getting into." The seriousness of his response was dulled by his kind demeanor, but his words hit hard.

He always had that effect on people, where his words never seemed to match his face. I always thought it was a quirk of his, but at this moment, I became aware of just how effective it could be. His disarming smile made it impossible to hate him for long, and his way with words always got him out of whatever jam he found himself in. As if nothing had happened, he said, "You wanna go on the treadmill?" Whether it was a strategic olive branch, or him just genuinely not caring, I did not care to know, I grabbed my water bottle and followed behind him.

As our workout drew to a close, I sat to cool down, and scrolled through my socials as Cody still migrated around the gym. He would soon place himself right between me, and a mirror on the wall. Looking up from my seat, I said, "Why arent you sitting down?" As if he took offense to the statement, he responded, "I have to admire my hard work first." Knowing that this was the least ridiculous thing he could have said, I replied, "Y'know what, knock yourself out." Before I could even properly go back to scrolling through social media, it became obvious why he chose this position, as he lifted his shirt to admire himself in the mirror, and chose to close the distance between us.

Cody had always made it obvious he had feelings for me. But due to my general aversion to dating and knowing his dating habits, there was never a chance for anything to happen. Despite all of this, he flirted as if we had never seen each other, which always yielded interesting situations. This felt like a nice shift from things, and I soon reassured myself, thinking that maybe I did actually get through to him, and all of these months were him reflecting on things. While I most definitely was going to exaggerate my role in this process, despite the true cause, it was fun to think about.

There were many days like that afterward, with quips and banter, and our friendship remained strong. He invited me to the park, an event that seemed very date-like, but one that was incredibly pleasant nonetheless. Weeks filled with the usual late-night texts, sudden house walks, and constant snack trips, things felt so familiar, so, safe. I reveled in this moment, as with our return to college, life would get busy, and we would inevitably fall out of touch, meeting in hurried coffee rushes, or quick workout sessions.

For now, there was peace, and I appreciated it whenever I could. After lounging my day about, I received a sudden text from Cody.

"Come to the gym," He texted.

"What do you mean, it's literally closed," I responded.

There was a second of hesitation, but a speech bubble quickly followed with an,

"I know."

It was weird, but he's had stranger ideas, and so I followed along, wanting to see what situation he had conjured up today. I arrived at the gym only ten minutes later, as it was a quick walk from my place. As I approached the door, I noticed it was already ajar, and in the parking lot, a single black car was parked at the far end. "Cody," I thought to myself. I entered, and the few lights that were on illuminated a path to the far back. With a tinge of paranoia overtaking me, I looked around to see if the cameras were on, but to my surprise, they had all been blacked out. When I finally reached the back, Cody was standing there, expectantly.

In a cool tone, he said, "I've been thinking about what you said a while ago, I do need to get my act together, I wanna do better." A look of surprise came over my face as I replied, "How so, and why does it involve us being here so late?" My question was met with hesitation, a moment of silence, but even that felt like an eternity. Breaking the lull, he responded, "Let me show you." He was serious, there wasn't even a smile to join his words, he wanted me to know he meant what he said.

Things felt different this time, as Cody closed the distance between us, I felt an indescribable heat and urgency emanate from Cody, as if everything in this moment was his world, and was waiting for my word to let loose. I had been able to resist his charms for years, but this moment felt, different. It was as if everything had aligned for this to happen, but it was just right. "I know you can't stand my dating habits, but I did it all to try to replace my desire for you.

My body gave away my feelings in a way words could not, and I leaned onto Cody and laid a kiss on his cheek. I whispered, "I should've done that from the start." The kiss elevated the heat of the moment, and a sharp intensity came over Cody, desire and joy mixing, as he assessed just how he was going to have his way with me.

Suddenly, I felt my knees hit the ground as his warm hands moved expertly around my chin, bringing my gaze up straight to him. "There's a reason I haven't been seeing anyone because it's always been you." His words lit a dangerous spark, and I could not resist anymore. But just as the moment was set to hit a fever pitch, a noise outside brought us back to reality. As the sounds of footsteps drew close, we rushed out the back door, and ran to the forest behind the gym, an escape route we were used to navigating for years. It was exhilarating, it felt like, in this small rush, we were back to being kids again. As we approached the other side, we watched our breaths for a moment, and after looking around to ensure we hadn't been followed, we walked up onto the sidewalk.

The walk was calm and serene, with few words spoken, but many thoughts still communicated. I felt my cheeks redden, a blush overcoming me. Cody took notice of it, but only his eyes gave away his knowledge of things, as he continued conversating as usual. In a second, as if he finally had his chance, he asked,

"You wanna go back to my place?"

It was obvious what his offer entailed, but there was a curiosity nagging at me, and I just had to resolve it. "What are we?" I asked. It was a brave question, I could have gravely misjudged the moment and ruined the friendship right here, but I felt bold, and it was a time for big steps. The usually calm and hesitant Cody became fiery for the moment, responding, "We're whatever you want us to be." It was clear what he intended with this, but it was my turn to hesitate. With uncertainty meandering throughout me, I replied, "Let's keep things casual for now, then." "Fine by me," he shrugged.

His arms went over my shoulder, bringing me close to his chest, where I could feel the intensity of his heartbeat. The rest of the walk back was silent. Where once there was small talk and expectant words, it was now a walk of resolution, one of completion. Finally arriving at his, I splayed myself on his bed, and turned on a movie, as he went to the bathroom to take a shower and change. Even though I snuck a peek (of course) things were relatively PG, likely due to me being too exhausted to actually capitalize off of him being in the shower.

I looked around his room, a place I had been to many times, and once I had seen change countless times over the years, as new aesthetics came in, and old looks went out. It was fun to see all of this change, and made me admire just how long our friendship had lasted. Just as I thought that the situation that I now found myself in could put the whole friendship in jeopardy. I had just told him I wanted to "keep things casual." Which I immediately regretted, not knowing what response he even wanted. With my overthinking taking up every moment, I couldn't truly enjoy the fact that my hot friend wanted to date me.

Taking in how I even got to this moment, things seemed so complex. The guy who I had been lecturing for ages on how to be a better boyfriend, somehow wanted to be with me? It seemed like one of those perfect coincidences like the stars aligned in my favor just this once. I was going to take it in stride but still was mired over what he wanted out of all of this. With my thoughts all over the place, it seemed fortuitous that the person to take me out of that lull would be none other than Cody.

His return from the bathroom resulted in him only in his boxers and a sweater, his bulge already noticeable as he walked out. As he sat down, I resisted the urge to drool on the spot. He sat right next to me and started watching TV. I could not resist the urge, and immediately laid my head on his waist, feeling his bulge just inches from my head. Both of us were making moves, but in a way that allowed us deniability, it seemed that we were each taking my words to heart.

We continued watching, only getting ten more minutes before Cody decided to lift off his sweater, revealing his muscled chest. He knew exactly what he was doing at the moment, and as I had to shift my head to accommodate him taking his sweater off, I was now face to face with his toned body. I had to admit, he knew exactly what times he was hottest, and this was definitely one of them. I was mesmerized by him, and he knew he had me enamored.

I decided to still resist, wanting to beat him at his own game. I sat close to him, resting my head on his shoulders, and laid my hand on his bulge, while watching the movie innocently. It was my bravest moment, but I felt his cock pulse under my hand in response, meaning I had clearly succeeded. Cody kept his cool for now, but his face was going flush, it was clear that his body was going to betray his mind when it came to how he felt, and that was most apparent when it came to his dick.

His bulge was getting more noticeable, and it was clear that this movie was no longer the focus of the night. I looked over and met with bedroom eyes from Cody. As his bulge grew, I knew what I was being beckoned to do, but I, always the tease, wanted to extend the heat. I laid a kiss on his cheeks, "You seem so excited to watch a movie with me," I quipped. A strained look came over his face as if he was simply waiting for the go-ahead.

I only gave him kisses, but he returned them with a special intensity. Small pecks became deep kisses, and we began feeling each other up and down. The moment could have gone further, the feeling was there, and the moment had aligned. To my surprise, however, Cody would be the one to stop it in its tracks. Separating from the kiss, he said,

"Please, just stay the night."

I was awoken by the smell of eggs and bacon cooking downstairs, and my nose guided my path to Cody cooking in the kitchen. It was obvious I made the right decision in staying, as Cody was set to dote on me every second he could. Hypnotized by the delicious-smelling food, I could only sit and grab a plate, as Cody said, "Take as much as you want, I made plenty," I confessed, "You are truly my favorite person." "I know," he replied.

I lounged about, enjoying my day by doing absolutely nothing. Even on Cody's bed, I felt a comfort that I hadn't experienced in a long while. Things just felt, right. As Cody ran errands, I watched TV, changing between reality shows and trying to beat commercial breaks. He would return occasionally, and always lay a kiss on my head or, if I had gone into one of my many naps of the day, simply leave a snack for me as he left.

As the lazy day drew to a calm evening, I stood up to go home. I had walked to his with none of my things and had to steal even the clothes I was wearing from his closet. Deciding that I had to go get my things, I stepped out, leaving a note for Cody on his return. Instead of the note greeting him, it would be me, as when I opened the door, none other than Cody was standing right there, having returned. He noticed me holding my stuff and putting things together in a second. Instead of letting his feeling be known through words, he simply dropped everything, and grabbed my waist, laying a deep kiss on my lips. As he drew away from the kiss, he said, "You don't have to go."

His disarming smile once again clouded everything, as it felt as if I couldn't say no. I said, "But none of my things are here." He immediately replied, "We can get it and you can come back." As I finally put the pieces together, I understood what he was truly asking. He had long wanted us to live together, and this was the moment.

I had lived by myself for years, and there would be worse people to live with, so I finally responded, "Y'know what, I can just use your stuff." Cody broke into a full smile from this, and he closed the door behind him and began kissing me continuously. The only moments we stopped were to come up for air, as we took off each other's clothes then and there, leaving on only the more base layers. I felt his bulge press against his shorts and decided to play with him a bit.

Maintaining the kiss, I brought the distance between us closer, pressing straight into his bulge. As I did, a jolt seemed to go through Cody, as he bucked against it, temporarily breaking the kiss. Grabbing me tighter he said, "You do these crazy things, and don't expect me to respond?" Before I could respond, he had lifted me up on his shoulder and was carrying me to the room. Seeing the kitchen and hallway move around me, without my legs being able to do a thing felt, different, but sexy nonetheless.

Finally reaching our destination, he took care as he entered the doorway, and finally getting inside, rushed to throw me on the bed, to which I exclaimed "Hey!" He quickly replied, "Your whole trip here wasn't allowed to be amazing." I giggled at this, and got up on my knees, beckoning the still-standing Cody over to the bed with a finger. He walked over in a sultry manner, and as the distance between us closed once more, I felt up his body, admiring every bit of muscle as I made my way down.

I took him by the waistband, and pulled him onto the bed, resting my body right beside him, able to feel every breath hit me, as his heartbeat pounded against his chest. It was a singular second of peace, we both knew where things would go from here, but in this moment, we were just laying by each other, without a care in the world.

The feeling was nice, but I decided it was finally time to take this to the next level. I moved our bodies closer to each other, and took his face into my hands, laying a light kiss on his lips. He took this for exactly what it was and returned the favor. With that, things heated up faster and faster.

After I initiated things, Cody truly let loose, our hands taking off what little clothes remained on the other's body. His dick, as if it was waiting to be released, bounced up from his underwear, and as I noticed, I could only laugh. "You really wanted this, didn't you?" I asked. "More than you could even imagine," he responded. Instead of taking off his underwear immediately, I teased his prominent bulge, guiding my hands up and down, and was met with a deep sigh in response. Taking a hand to his chest, I moved my hands down, taking deliberate slow care to every point on his chest, to which Cody took my arm to guide me further down once more.

Now noticing the position he had me in, Cody quickly took control, shifting my body under his, and taking my wrists in his hands, a steely stare meeting my eyes. Once again, there was hesitation, as he assessed what to do. Taking advantage of this, I asked with a chuckle, "What? You didn't think you'd get this far?" Instead of a response, however, my words were met with a sudden kiss, his lips pressing into mine, hard. The intensity of the kiss sent a flash throughout me, and his bulge now pressed against my thigh, as if it was waiting for permission to be let out. As a flurry of emotion came over me, I could only muster a single response.

"I'm all yours."

He moved like a man possessed, laying hot kisses throughout my neck, and moved my thigh up, in a moment, he moved down and began eating me out. His tongue worked expertly, and I could only moan in response, pleasure surging throughout me. A fire came over his eyes, as he knew he had me exactly where he wanted me. With a flourish, he took off his underwear, and his cock was finally freed. I gawked at his size, unaware that someone's dick could be that big.

I took the initiative, taking it in my hands and jerking him off. It was now his turn to respond with a low grunt, his deep voice bucking against the pleasure he felt. Taking things into his hands once more, he grabbed the lube from his dresser, and wet his cock. As his tip entered me, I felt a wave of heat overcome me, as my body responded to him entering me.

Soon, he was fully thrusting into me, his cock filling me up entirely. Shocks of pleasure strike through me as he continued fucking me, with me only being able to make small moans, each thrust silencing me again. We fucked for what seemed like hours, trying each and every position. Each time I thought we were done, he would cum again, setting the cycle anew once more. Load after load filled me up, and soon I became numb, after being fucked to my limit. Cody, still full of energy, kept going. I found myself wanting to keep going, for him, and didn't want this moment to end.

I felt as if the world around me was blacking out, with my only focus being Cody's warm face, laying kisses all over me as he continued pounding me. In one final thrust, I was sent to true climax, and everything became hazy. Cody's voice would be the thing to break the fog. I focused on his words with his voice being a familiar sound to my ears.

"I'm addicted to you, did you know that?" He asked.

On the verge of blacking out, I replied,

"I always did."

#addicted #jock #muscle #smut #college jock #college guys #alpha men

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cleopatra-x · 11 months

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Take Me Deeper (18+)

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x female reader

word count | 1.7k

Summary: Bored at family dinner, you decide to tease your lord husband.

Warnings | SEXUAL CONTENT - MINORS DNI; mean!aemond, oral (m reciving), choking, breath play?, light bondage

Notes | Not really sure what this is, but I hope you enjoy it. This is NOT beta read.

You know this is wanton, but you don’t care.

It’s another boring family dinner with your good family, and you hate having to play the role of the modest wife. Especially, when all you can think about is your husband bending you into every position possible. It’s only been two weeks since you were wed, and your husband has satisfied you in ways you never imagined. You quite literally never want to leave his bed.

So, you decide to get a raise out of your darling husband.

You subtly pick up a dark red cherry from the fruit bowl, staring Aemond in his eye. You envelope your lips around the sweet fruit, gently pulling it from its stem. You take a large bite, as the juice dribble down your chin.

You can see the effect it has on him, as he shifts in his seat, clenching his jaw. He glances around the room, everyone focused in their own conversation to even consider the both of you.

Aemond narrows his eye at you from across the room, a silent but deadly warning. You were getting extremely impatient, the heat between your legs intensifying at the thought of him taking you in front of his entire family.

You use your index finger to wipe your stained chin, and suck the finger clean. You can see his thoughts run wild, as if they were painted on his forehead.

The sudden thunderous slam on the table, makes everyone jump including yourself. The room descends into quietness, everyone’s attention directed towards Aemond.

“I would like a word with my wife.” He finally speaks up, before anyone could ask or protest, he was around the table, and dragging you out into the halls.

Aemond was never truly rough with you in bed, always being delicate as if you were made of glass. But this time it feels different. Excitement bubbles in your stomach as he silently rushes towards your martial chambers.

“Under no circumstances should we be disturbed,” he calls out with a dismissive gesture towards his guard. “Doesn’t matter what you hear coming from our bed-chamber, no one should approach. Is that clear?” His nameless guard nods solemnly and scurries away.

You swallow audibly, now becoming nervous as he herds you into the bedchambers and slams it shut.

“You need to learn that such depraved actions have consequences,” he cautions, staring you down.

He somehow looks taller, more imposing than usual. His face has harsher contours. A static hot shiver slides down your spine. You part your lips to defend your actions, but he raises a hand, cutting you off.

“You may only speak if I ask you to,” he snarls and walks behind you.

“Aem,” you begin, but he clasps his hand roughly over your mouth from behind.

“What did I just say?” He warns hot against your ear. “And you call me Sir tonight, or you don’t call me anything. Do you understand me?” He removes the hand away from your mouth.

You nod.

“Answer me,” he orders.

“Yes, Sir,” you respond breathily. The last word feels weighty in your mouth.

“That’s more like it,” he clicks his tongue, “now take off all your clothes,” a commandment as he starts to circle you.

You instantly begin to untie the laces of your dress, your fingers moving shaking, excited and nervous for what is to occur. The thrill of him being so utterly authoritative is doing things you never imagined to your body.

You peel off your clothes under his heavy gaze – even your chemise. You are left in only your stockings when he stops you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Hand me your stockings once you take them off,” he requests.

The heat from the roaring fire warms your naked skin as you do as asked, placing one then the other in his outstretched palm. He pulls them roughly between his hands, testing their strength.

“Excellent, this will do,” he utters and disappears behind you. “Clasp your hands behind your back.”

You do as told; then, you feel the silk of one of your stockings loop around your forearm and wrists. A thrill runs through you right to your core. He pulls it tight and makes a knot to bind it. There’s discomfort in your arms, but somehow that heightens the throb you feel between your legs.

The hand returns to your shoulder, pushing down slightly. “Kneel,” he commands.

Oh. As you obey, you feel a trickle down your thighs, anticipation burning through you. You are right on the edge of the rug, your knees on its plush texture, but your feet are on the polished wood.

“Widen your knees,” he instructs; you feel the woolen fibers of the rug catch against your skin as you push them further apart. “Arch your back,” you do as bidden, your breasts pushed out. This position feels so lewd, so open. The air brushing against your soaked cunt, emitting a shiver from you.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, one hand stroking your hair like a pet.

“If you need me to stop, tap my thighs three times,” he instructs, “because you’re not going to be able to say a word for a while.” The warning catches your breath. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” you exhale, your heartbeat speeding up as you realize what he’s about to do.

He rounds in front of you, releasing the buttons on his trousers. He takes hold of his cock, already rigid and leaking; he smears the wetness at his tip over your lips.

“Since you seem so eager to have something in your mouth,” he darkly chuckles. “Take me in your mouth.” he states.

You part your lips, taking a breath as he plunges in without ceremony, nudging towards the back of your mouth. You are eager to please him, to take him all the way down, you don't want him to be gentle, and he is not. The hand in your hair grips tighter as he pushes in a slow rhythm, deeper on every stroke, until he is into your throat.

As he holds you there with a firm hand, you feel silk wrap around your neck and realize he is looping your other stocking around you like a makeshift noose. He moves to hold the ends in either hand. Then he pulls on the fabric, and it keeps you locked in place on his cock, constricting your windpipe even tighter against him deep inside you. Your clit throbs and stomach clenches as your body fights for air. This feels dangerous, so heady, intoxicating. With your hands tied, you cannot control how he uses you.

He pulls his cock halfway out, slackening the material around your neck, then pushes back in with a low groan, pulling the stocking tight again so you are flush against his body, bound and choked onto his cock.

“Fuck,” he mutters darkly, a slight tremble in his legs.

He doesn’t pull out, but he loosens the noose. Wanting so much to please him, you swirl your tongue against the underside of his shaft, drool escaping your mouth and running down your chin.

“Look up at me,” he groans, “Say my name,”

You attempt to voice it, holding his gaze as your eye water, but it's just a muffled noise that vibrates against him, making him moan harder.

“God, yes, your throat was made for me to punish,” he stutters, yanking more on the stocking, winding the ends around his fists. You feel the restriction pulling you even tighter onto him. The silk is digging into your skin, your throat closing. You struggle for air, your eye beginning to cross and the feel of yourself leaking out onto the rug beneath you.

Just as you start to feel lightheaded, he pulls out, strings of saliva roping from your mouth to his glistening cock. Your stocking flutters down against your breasts as he releases it from his hands. You gasp for air, your lungs burning, your throat raspy.

“I’m not done with you yet,” his voice is dangerous.

After allowing you a few breaths, his hands clasp around your head, cupped over your ears, and he pushes back into your mouth. He rocks into you with deep, swift thrusts, allowing you no reprieve. The ambush on your throat caused tears to flow down your cheeks. You can only listen to the gagging, drooling sounds you make as he fucks into your throat as if it were your cunt. It’s shocking how much it turns you on; it makes you utterly mindless for him.

Your eyebrows furrow, feeling your air slowly but surely leave your lungs. Your throat was beginning burn, but the danger of possibly passing out spurred you on more. Spit dangled onto the rug and onto your naked chest. Moaning at how dirty this was.

“I know you can take me deeper than that, love” he encouraged in a stern manner. Both of his palms nudged you further, your nose pressed against his pubic hair, where his scent is so musky and all male.

He doesn’t move for a while, keeping you there, almost testing your limits. But it doesn’t last long until he’s brutally fucking your throat again. Your vision of Aemond faded to a blur.

He was on the verge of release, you can tell y the way his cock twitches and his highs struggle to hold himself up. You hallow your cheeks, desperate for him to finish.

“Mm, fuck, like that,” he tipped his head back, stilling as his seed shot directly down my throat. You had no other choice than to gag around him constantly.

Grasping your hair, he yanked you back, and moaned pleasingly. Spit and his seed ran down your body, as you heaved on the floor, coughing loudly.

Aemond patted your head twice, giving you silent encouragement.

He tucks himself back into his trousers, shaking slightly from the aftermaths. Aemond walks away towards your shared bed. Confusion was written all over your face.

“Sir...” you began, and he turned around at the sound of your raspy voice. “What... about my release?”

The whole point of teasing him was to get him to fuck you, your cunt aching for his attention. You truly felt like you deserved to be rewarded.

Your question causes him to laugh darkly, almost as if he was shocked you asked for it at all.

“Maybe next time, darling.”

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond x you #aemond targaryen smut #aemond x fem!reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond smut #hotd #house targaryen #hotd x reader #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #fic rec

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ph4ngz · 1 year

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Hey i have a request for Bakugou..🤭

LIKE imagine sitting on his Lap and he’s like

„ i can feel u throbbing „

btw rlly like your writings

Hot. Why does every guy I write about kinda end up being an asshole har har

I don’t have time to read this back, but hopefully there’s no mistakes *smiles awkwardly*

Thankyou btw! <3

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It's been at least an hour since your boyfriend Bakugo returned home early from patrolling the city, maybe even longer. You don't know, being this horny makes it kinda difficult to keep track of time.

You're currently being bounced on your shirtless hero's thigh whilst he fills in a few bits of paperwork, built muscles flexing underneath your weight. He has a bare arm snaked around your waist to keep you steady as he moves around on the couch, and you can feel his hard abs tensing against your back each time he leans forward to retrieve another sheet of paper from the coffee table in front of you.

You'd been looking forward to having your man back from his exhausting job a few hours earlier since it makes cleaning, cooking and whatnot much easier compared to when doing it alone. Although, you had made sure to complete your daily chores before he came home today anyway, solely due to the fact that you'd been unbearably aroused since he left this morning. You'd already made yourself cum twice to the thought of him but, clearly, nothing you can do is good enough.

You're sure he can tell how you're feeling right now! You definitely saw him try to hide a smirk when he came home to you in just a shirt and panties!

You can see that he's tired of working without being able to look at his face, the sighs that blow past his lips every so often giving him away. He also never finished removing his work clothes.

"Finished yetttt?" you drawl out slowly, wiggling along the bottoms of his hero costume to reposition yourself and unintentionally nudging your clit upon his leg, the sudden tingle of pleasure making you hurriedly cover a whimper with a forced sniff.

Sighing, Bakugo answers to your childish whining, "Just gotta fill this last one out... n' then put my signature on that one, I think."

"Can't that one wait?"

Yes, you know it's rather selfish. You should be letting him concentrate, but...!

You lean back on his warm shoulder, your head fitting perfectly in the crook of his neck. Glancing up, you admire his side profile and the way his reading glasses rest upon the bridge of his nose. You'd always thought he looked hot with them on. Maybe he would place them on his head to keep his wild hair pushed back as he goes down on you... Or maybe he'd keep them on, until your juices squirting all over the lenses becomes too much so that he can't see clearly?

Wow, you are not doing yourself any favours.

Steamy thoughts cause your body temperature to rise, voice wobbly when you beg once again, "C'monnnn, you hardly ever get home this early. I always get lonely when you're not here with me, sitting here by myself after doing housework and stuff..."

The vivid thought of you at home, all alone, not knowing what to do with yourself for hours yanks at your boyfriend's heartstrings and it's almost paining him. Slowly, Bakugo relaxes, letting the arm around you land limply over your thighs. Still staring up at his side profile, your cute smile graces his peripheral view once he manoeuvres his head to face in your direction to show he's listening.

He closes his eyes, ballpoint pen still in hand yet not on paper, and presses his forehead into your hair so he can breathe in your homely scent. He's contemplating. A wave of pride washes over you at his behaviour, only you could ever manage to coax him out of hero work.

But that pride dulls into a certain annoyance when he reverts back to his previous position and begins to work towards completing his last form, the pen in his hand barely releasing any ink unless he presses down hard enough. He's losing motivation, just a teeny bit more persuading.

"Katsukiiiii," you extend the last sound of his name in the whiniest, most pathetic way you can whilst lifting your upper half away from him, only to force yourself down with a bratty huff. Thankfully Bakugo lifted the pen away before you made him scribble over everything with your little tantrum.

A "tch" comes from your right and you frown. Fine then, you think, proceeding to (struggle to) tug your panties down, but only until they reach the other hand he has on your upper legs. Rough, scarred fingers instantly grasp the crumpled fabric but he pays no mind.

As he writes, Bakugo moves his clutch on your underwear from the twisted hem to the noticeable wet patch between your slightly spread thighs. It's difficult to open your legs more for him with your panties constricting them to at most a mere few inches apart. You watch your boyfriend toy with the dampened cloth whilst appearing to focus on what's in front of him, repeatedly swiping a thumb across the stickiness.

"So damn impatient." he mutters grumpily as always, ignoring the abrupt exhale you release at his hand cupping your yearning cunt. Those gorgeous crimson eyes roll when you attempt circling your hips to ideally catch your pulsing clit against his bottoms, but the angle your body is positioned prevents that from happening. Though it doesn't prevent the hero from landing a clean smack on the sensitive skin of your almost hidden pussy.

"Chgh! Ow..." you grit your teeth as the initial sting subsides, finding yourself flustered with desperate tears clouding your vision. Why does he have to be so mean! What's worse is that he hasn't even showed any satisfaction yet, continuing with his stupid forms or whatever like he's being forced to tease you so brutally.

Like nothing ever happened, he returns one thick middle finger to your aching bud, only to discover that your sweet slick has amounted to so much that he can hardly keep it in one place without slipping.

Bakugo's tone of voice is relatively normal as he states, "Fucking hell, I spanked you once and you're drenched,"

You mewl lightly, his touch doing the bare minimum, gliding up and down your entrance so easily, embarrassingly easy.

Wait, he's put the pen down. Where has his other hand gone?

You hadn't realised his mouth was closing in on your ear until a sharp nibble to it makes you freeze up. A gruff whisper unleashes a tsunami of shivers to race down your spine.

"You miss me that much when I'm gone, huh?"

It sounds like a teasing question, but you know it's more than that. A 'condescending demand' is more of a fitting term. That other hand of his that sneakily coiled around your throat just now is a more than enough sign for you tell the difference. It squeezes lightly, as your hero relentlessly flicks his finger over your puffy clit. Your trembling hand rapidly covers your mouth, the odd yet familiar fear of reaching your first orgasm of the moment filling your body with sparking adrenaline.

You're wailing into your palm, fidgeting in his lap due to the overstimulation and frustration at the panties stopping your legs from opening further, drinking in his words and the breathy moans escaping him because of your own delicious little whimpers.

" 'miss me so much that you just can't help yourself, ah? So much that you go outta your way to distract me from my work?" and with that said, he stops tormenting your cunt to shove three of his digits between your sloppy folds just to press them harshly over your clenching hole.

For the first time in what seems like forever, you finally take a deep, albeit shaky, breath through your nose. Your entire body twitches uncontrollably, you were so close.

"Answer my damn question, brat."

Jeez, you picked a bad day to annoy him. Who pissed in his cereal this morning?

The growing angry rumble in his voice causes you to panic and whine into your fingers like you're incapable of talking. The grip from around your neck disappears, then returns around your wrist this time, tearing it away from your plumped lips with a thin string of drool attached.

His sudden act of power evokes pleading words from you, weak voice breaking with a, "Ka-Katsuki, I jus' wanna play—"

"Answer the question. You're not stupid," he pauses for a second before circling your entrance with some pressure. You gasp at a painful sensation blooming across your cheek, realising the hot skin is being pinched with his teeth.

"I can feel you throbbing. You can't hide it, how your tight little hole begs for me. Just say it, baby. Me, you and your needy fuckin' body all know the answer."

His fingers are almost inside you and his huge palm is pressed up on your burning clit. Bakugo nuzzles into the crook of your neck, ghosting his lips along the salty skin.

"Do yourself a favour, for god's sakes." he muffles into your shoulder whilst taking a handful of your plush hips and kneading harder than ever.

"...Yes, yes— I miss you that bad, Katsuki. I always miss you so so bad, it hurts~"

Your man chuckles lowly at you, decides to pull you further into him so that your ass grinds on his restrained, jolting cock. Your heart flutters at the sound of his laugh, even if it is mocking you. Your lusty eyes are forced to make contact with his, reading glasses pushing back his fringe just as you'd imagined. Then, he lovingly kisses the bite mark donning your face.

"Finally, s'all you had to do. Now, stop pissin' me off and bounce on it." he orders, effortlessly lifting you up by your underarms to buck his hips as he slams you down.

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The Final Girl

Ghostface!Steddie x Sorority President!Virgin!Reader

Modern College Au/ Smut/Angst (18+ MDNI)

Summary: It’s Halloween and you’re hosting a small murder mystery party at your sorority’s mansion.Things go smoothly at first until secrets come out and people actual begin dying. It’s up to you to uncover the killer as The Final Girl.

A/N: This is Dark but with some humorous moments. So you have been warned that there will be violence, blood, and sex in this. Mean Girls meets Scream. This is slasher inspired all the way because I love horror movies. It’s a fun wild ride that I made just for laughs and curiosity. I think I’ll be making more Ghostface!Steddie to get into the Halloween spirit. Let me know what you guys think! ❤️

Word Count: 7.1k+

Warnings: NON CON, DUB CON, primal play, blood, violence, dark humor, murder, graphic language and descriptions, creepy!perv!Eddie, psycho!steve, mean!formerbully!reader (practically Regina George), bimbo!reader, reader in relationship with Jason Carver, mentions of bullying and false allegations of sexual assault, hairpulling, spanking, scratching, rough sex, facefucking, bondage, some knife kink, some blood play, p in v (unprotected) some male on male (finger sucking, kissing) , breeding kink, creampie, mostly ooc!stranger things gang, PLOT TWIST

“Should I go with the slutty nurse outfit or the slutty cheerleader?” You say, holding out your options for your friends to view.

Nancy and Robin were currently laid out on your bed assisting you with the perfect costume. You’ve been friends with Nancy since freshman year of high school. On the other hand, you and Robin weren’t always friends. You had your tiffs with one another back in high school but, in college, you decided to turn a new leaf and practice positivity. You ended up apologizing for your mean behavior towards her and ended up cool friends since then.

Tonight you were hosting a small gathering at the sorority house with just a few friends since the rest of your sorority sisters were out partying at a frat house instead. It felt like betrayal but you didn’t mind. After all, they’ll only be missing out on what could’ve been the best night of their lives.

“Definitely the slutty cheerleader,” Nancy selects. “It’ll be a homage to your high school origin story.”

“You bitch,” You giggle, throwing a stuffed animal at her. “I was hardly a slut. I mean, sure, I messed around with our 12th grade Chem teacher and some jocks her and there…but I’m totally innocent.”

“Isn’t it a little…basic, though?” Robin chimes in. “Most girls do the slutty cheerleader look. Hell, even Vickie’s thinking about it.”

“But you’ll tell her not to wear it because only I could be a cheerleader for the night….right?” There’s a threatening inflection in your tone.

“Yeah, of course.” Robin agreed, nervously.

“Great! And what will you girls be wearing?” You say as you looked in the mirror, putting the costume over yourself.

“I’m gonna be a sexy spy.” Nancy mimics scanning around the room with a gun.

“I’m going as Mia Wallace.” Robin beams with joy.

“Who?” You and Nancy say in unison.

“From Pulp Fiction. It’s a cult classic.”

“I would’ve heard about it if it were a classic.” You say.

“It’s an old movie. It’s got a pretty wide fanbase even today.” She retorts.

“Well, no wonder I don’t know it. Old movies always creeped me out. Why are they all in black and white?”

“I-it was… in the 90s.” She blinks at you, dumbfounded.

“Oh. Was it before I was born?”

“A little before, yeah.”

“Yeah, I don’t usually care for things that were made before I was born. The world didn’t have me in it so it couldn’t have been that groundbreaking.” You shrugged.

Your cellphone rings and you immediately picked it up without looking, believing it to be your boyfriend.

In a bubbly tone, you answer with a large smile.“Jacie-kins,” Your smile drops when instead of hearing your boyfriend, you hear heavy breathing. “H-hello, who’s this?”

But no answer. Just the shuddery, heavy breaths of a perverted stranger. You hang up.

“Everything okay?” Robin asks, concerned.

“Yeah, just some creep over the phone.” You shivered, throwing your cell onto the bed.

Nancy looks at the caller ID: Unknown. “I haven’t answered unknown calls in forever. Especially with the rumors that have been going around about receiving those calls.”

“Ooh, yeah! I heard if you receive those calls that it means you’re next.” Robin adds.

“Next?” You whispered.

“Mhm, rumor has it…the ghostface killer calls his victims the day he plans on murdering them.” Robin explains.

“Nah, that’s not right. He calls his victims then waits another 24hrs and then you’re dead.” Nancy says.

“Pretty sure, you’re wrong, my dear.”

“Well, I’m in the Newspaper club so I’d know.”

“I have google and reddit—”

“Girls,” You called out, interrupting their bickering. “You’re no help. A creep just called me and now you’re freaking me out about all this talk of murder.”

“Aww, relax, Y/n.” Nancy wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s only rumors. None of that shit’s real or makes any fucking sense.” Robin says.

“Exactly! Like how would this ‘ghostface killer’ have any of our numbers? Who even calls people these days?” Nancy laughs.

“Yeah,” You say, your nerves calming down. “You’re right. It’s probably that loser at the Chipotle I gave my number to so he’d leave me alone.”

“Oh, honey. That’s why you always give out fake numbers,” Nancy says, patting you on your back. “Now chop, chop, ladies. We have to prepare. The guests will be arriving in another hour or so. Text Chrissy to get ready. Where is she, anyway?”

“Probably off doing coke. Anyway…Robin, did you send the messages about the personas for the Murder Mystery?” You questioned.

“No. You said you’d do that.”

“That was before I had to go to my yoga class. My instructor wants a toxic-free environment so I couldn’t use my phone. As Vice President, you should’ve been on that ball, sweetie.”

“But, but…”

“Don’t worry, little bird. We’ll just choose our personas out of a hat at the door, okay? It’ll be more fun that way. See why I’m the president? I’m always thinking ahead.” You give her sweet smile before heading back into your closet.

Robin continues to glare in your direction.

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The gathering had finally begun and the 4 of you were lined up on either side of the door to greet the arriving guests. First arrival was Jason who dressed as a jock to match your halloween costume.

“Jacie-kins,” You greeted at the door, kissing his cheek and extending the hat full of little notes in his direction. “We’re choosing at the door. It was all my idea.”

“You’re so fucking smart, babe,” Jason compliments. “And you look hot. Love the pigtails.”

“Awww, babe.” You giggled.

“Can we move this along, please?” Chrissy says, rolling her eyes. “I’m not sure why I’ve gotta stand here, too.”

“Because we’re welcoming the guests into our sanctuary. It’s called ‘being polite’, Chrissy.” You say, with a feigned smile.

Then came in Vickie and Jonathan, who greeted their designated sorority girl lovers. It was looking to be a full house so with that you allowed everyone to meet in the living room. Just as you were about to close the door, a hand halts it in place. You let go, waiting for the intruder to enter.

Steve.

“Heyyy! Long time, no see, King Steve.” You pull him into a hug.

“It’s great seeing you, too, princess. Sorry I didn’t get to wear a costume. I wasn’t sure if you’d be doing a theme.”

“Yes, I apologize. I told Robin to send the texts about the event details but she forgot. But a few bumps in the road is no big. The guys’ll be so happy that you came. You’ve gotta tell me all about University in New Y—” You paused your sentence, eyes falling upon a familiar face standing at the bottom step of your porch. Someone that reminded you of your harsh past.

Steve’s eyes follow yours then looks back at you. “Oh, I hope you don’t mind. I brought a plus one.”

“N-no. I don’t mind. I’m on a path to healing now. So it’s totally fine. I didn’t even know you two were friends,” His eyes bore straight into yours. You quickly look away. Extending the hat towards them, you began to tremble a little. “H-here. It’s a murder mystery party. You get to choose your persona.”

“Sounds fun.” Steve smiles, pulling out a piece a paper then enters the home.

Eddie approaches you, your breath hitches. He smirks, raising a hand and shoves it hard into the hat. You jolt at his sudden action.

He chuckles. “I got one.”

“You can go inside now.” Your wavering voice so low that you cleared your throat and repeated the phrase with more confidence.

“Inviting me into your home? How sweet.” He whispers, invading your space before peeling away from you. He ogles your body up and down then takes his strides towards the living room.

Gathering your composure, you fixed you adjust your costume then headed inside. Like you predicted, the boys were ecstatic to see Steve but the opposite reaction was given for Eddie.

“What’s this freak doing here?” Jason asks.

“Hey, hey. There’s no need for that.” Steve defends.

“No, actually, I don’t mind. Let’s hear what else you’ve got to say in that empty little head of yours, jock strap.” Eddie challenges.

Jason lurches up to his feet, his face inches from Eddie’s. Rolling your eyes, you come in between them.

“We’re all adults here. We don’t need to this,” You cup Jason’s face, making him focus on you. “Let’s just have a fun night. Forget the past. Hmm?”

Jason looks between you and Eddie then sighs. “Fine.” He says, through gritted teeth.

“Perfect. So, let’s all have a seat on the carpet and go around the circle to explain our personas. No revealing yourself as the killer, of course. I’ll go first,” You smiled, giddily. “I’m Kitty Reeds, a B List movie star. I’m known for being very dramatic and I’m always looking for my next big break.”

“Sounds familiar,” Robin snorts. You nudge her. “Oh, right! (in a transatlantic accent) I’m Cha-cha Wilde, defense attorney. You looking for someone to bail you out, I’ve got ya. Even if you did do it. What about you, babe?”

“This is so fun,” Vickie giggles. “I’m Mayor Helen Goodwill. I make anything happen long as there’s a little bit of bribery on the side.”

“I’m Cane. Vance Cane. Undercover spy.” Jonathan gives his best James Bond impression.

“I’m Alfie Reeds, playboy wannabe director married to Kitty Reeds.” Steve says.

“Ooh, sorry, Jason,” You teased. “Stevie’s my husband for tonight.”

“I’m Reagan Paris, reporter and sleuth. It’s right up my alley.” Nancy says.

Chrissy reads. “Max Mars, a comedian who overexplains every joke.”

“Mace Freely, town lunatic.” Eddie simply says.

“Fitting.” Jason mutter under his breath.

“Who are you, sweetie?” You ask.

He looks down at his card. “I’m Bob. Just…bob.”

The power goes out, the 9 of you looked around the room as if to find the culprit.

“What just happened?” Nancy asks.

“Are we already in character?” You inquire.

“No, just really would like to know why the power went out.” Nancy explains.

“Looks like there’s a storm. No one’s allowed to leave due to flash floods.” Steve says, holding out his phone for everyone to see the news.

“Bummer.” Eddie says.

“It’s fine. The party must go on. I’ll just get some candles and I’ll be right back down.” You rushed upstairs, taking the candles from your dresser.

Suddenly, you felt an eerie presence. A shiver goes down your spine as if you knew something bad was going to happen. You scanned around the room. It’s quiet.

“Mama!”

You jolt up, looking down to find that your talking stuffed animal had fallen off your bed. You were being paranoid. Shaking your head at your foolishness, you made your way down to the group.

“Hope you guys like the scent of vanilla and jasmine.” You smiled, putting down the candles on top of the coffee table.

You could feel Eddie’s eyes looking up your skirt, as you bent over to light the candles. Smoothing your skirt down, you quickly sat beside Jason, curling into his arms. Eddie’s stare making your skin crawl.

“You guys wanna play truth or drink?” Eddie suggests.

“That sounds fun.” Robin says.

“Yeah, I’m up for it.” Chrissy also agrees.

“We’ll spice it up. Everyone will write down a secret about themselves, put it in a hat. We’ll read them aloud. If you wanna own up to it, raise your hand. If not, drink. But should you drink…you’d still be admitting something,” Eddie’s eyes are trained on you. “Unless of course, any of you in here are too pussy to play.”

You swallow hard. “I wouldn’t mind but I’m sure someone’ll mind. Sometimes, secrets should remain secrets.”

“I don’t mind.” Steve chimes in and the group soon follows including your own boyfriend.

“Okay. We can play.” You gave in.

Everyone wrote down on a piece of paper, throwing it into the hat. Once all secrets were received, you picked one out.

“I like pineapple on pizza.” You read out.

“What monster would something like that?” Robin asks.

Vickie raises her hand.

“No.” Robin says, disappointed.

“I’ve always liked it. But that one time on that pizza date, you ranted on and on about people who put pineapple on pizza. I just couldn’t show you the real me.”

“Vickie, I’d love for you to have all the pineapple pizza you’d like if it makes you happy.” Robin comforts.

“You mean it?”

“Course, babe.” The two share a kiss.

“Awww, already this game’s off to a wholesome start.” You smiled. “Next: ‘I ended up in handcuffs for mooning a cop’.”

The group’s eyes land on Eddie. He shakes his head, pointing over to Chrissy who dwindled at her thumbs, nervously.

She raises her hand, embarrassed. “It was Mardi Gras, okay. I was drunk and the cop didn’t exactly mind it.”

“Hmm, good for you,” You say, impressed. You pick up another paper, smiling, only for your smile to quickly fade. “I’ve thought about breaking up with my partner for someone in this room…W-who wrote this?”

You look over at Jason. “Not me! My card was about my foot fetish.”

“Well, mine was about me lying about taking tarot reading classes.” You admitted.

“You lied? You told me to dump my sugar daddy because his aura was dark and he was giving bad vibes. I could’ve paid off my student loans!” Chrissy seethes.

“I may not have taken classes but I’m still in touch with my spiritual side. That creep definitely gave off bad vibes. I saved your life.” You defended.

“My confession was that I sleep with a night light sometimes,” Robin cowers then says under her breath, “It’s quite comforting, actually.”

“And I said that I watch…hentai.” Jonathan says, rubbing at the back of his neck.

The room was silent, eyes falling on Nancy. She was the only other person in the room in a relationship. She stammers. “T-that isn’t what I wrote.”

“There are only 9 papers here, Nance.” Steve says.

“Nancy…” Jonathan looks at her in betrayal.

“It wasn’t me! This has to be some kind of joke. Unless…Y/n… did you write this?”

“What?! Of course not.” You were stunned.

“Or was it you, Robin?”

“No way, Nance.”

“I told you both in confidence. You two were the only ones who knew.” Nancy’s voice rises in octaves.

“I wouldn’t ever do some shit like that to you, Nance. We’re besties.” You tried to reach for her hand, she pulls away.

“Or so I thought!”

“Let’s just continue the game, alright? It doesn’t have to end so horribly. It must’ve been a joke or something.” Steve calms the situation.

“Fine,” Nancy crosses her arms in front of her. “Let’s do this.”

The group put in another set of truths and you pick out a secret: “Y/n may act like a whore but she’s a fucking virgin slut only good for sucking off every guy she likes.”

“This isn’t even the game. It’s supposed to be your secret, Nancy.” You growled.

“I.Didn’t.Write.That!” She hisses.

“Then who did?”

“I don’t fucking know.”

“Well, I’ll just keep narrowing it down until I find the fucker that did.” You rummaged through the pile. “Here’s one: ‘I regret choosing to move to a college my girlfriend wanted and not my dream school. I hate her everyday for it’. Hmm, I wonder who’s that?”

“Jonathan?” Nancy says, staring hard at him.

“You ask me to follow you to your dream school. Now you’re trying to break up with me. Who is it? Who are you trying to leave me for?” Jonathan says in a biting tone.

“Fuck you. I have nothing to say to you. You hate me!”

“I hate you for giving me an ultimatum!”

“You know what…fuck this. I’m going to my room.” Nancy runs upstairs.

“We’re not done talking.” Jonathan follows her up.

“This is fucking insane. I’m getting to the bottom of it,” You read out another. “I fucked Y/n’s boyfriend.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. “Who the fuck wrote this?!” You notice Chrissy squirm the way she did when she was holding something back. “Oh, hell no. You’re fucking Jason!”

“I didn’t write that.” Chrissy whispers.

“But it’s clear as day!” You shouted, yanking away from your boyfriend. “Tell me this isn’t true.”

“It’s not.” Jason says, jaw clenched.

“You’re fucking liar! I can see it in your eyes.” Tears stream down your face.

“Okay, so I did. How could I not? You never fuck me. It’s always head but never any pussy. Maybe I wanted something more. Chrissy gave me that and more.”

“You bastard! You know why I can’t be intimate with you.”

Eddie speaks up. “Oh, funny you should say that, Y/n. Here’s something to jog your memory,” He clears his throat then reads, “I was bullied constantly for sexual assaulting someone who’s in this room. In reality, I was framed because I decided to help the whore who’s been sucking the teacher’s cock for good grades.” He raises his hand.

The group stares at you. You begin to hyperventilate.

“You fucking bitch!” Jason yells.

“You’ve constantly cheated on me! I mess around with a teacher, now I’m the bad guy.”

“You lied about being assaulted, though. That’s really fucked, Y/n.” Vickie says.

“No. No! You don’t understand. None of you! I really was assaulted. It just wasn’t Eddie. It was the Chem teacher. He made me do things for him. I couldn’t tell anyone! I only said it was Eddie because he helped me into his trailer that night. I didn’t want the rumors to spreading that I’m fucking the freak. So I only did what I could to protect my relationship and my reputation.” You broke down.

“You still fucking cheated on me.” Jason growls.

“And you still accused an innocent person of assault. That’s some serious shit.” Robin adds.

“I don’t have to prove myself to any of you. You all would’ve done the same if you were—“

“Ahhh!”

An ear-piecing scream interrupts the dispute. Everyone exchanging looks before rushing upstairs. It came from Nancy’s bedroom. Jason takes initiative, stepping forward and picking up the defense baseball bat of the sorority home. You all follow close behind with a flashlight in hand. The door to the bedroom opened just a crack. He hesitates then like ripping off a band-aid, he pushes the door and it swings open.

There’s nothing. The group piles into the room, scanning around. You hear gurgling noises behind you. Lightning strikes the moment you turn around, it’s Jonathan tacked on the back of the door, a knife through his neck.

“Ahhhh!” You scream so loud the group jolts, turning to look and screaming as well. You stumble back, falling onto the ground. Another bolt of lightning lights the room, you were in a pile of blood near Nancy’s lifeless body beside the bed. You scream blood murder, looking between your bloody hands and the body.

Scrambling off the ground, you’re the first to run out and everyone runs after, going down the stairs

“Holy shit! What the fuck?!” Jason exclaims.

“Did we just see that? Please tell me this isn’t real.” Vickie sobs.

You were speechless, shuddering as you looked down at your bloody clothes. You feel a hand rest on your shoulders and you immediately jolt.

“You okay?” Eddie asks, concern in his tone.

“No. I’m not fucking okay! I’m covered in my best friend’s blood! We have to call the police!” You shriek.

“All of our phones are dead and the powers out!” Vickie cries.

“Guys, w-we shouldn’t have left Jonathan in there. I heard gurgling. That means he’s alive. Right?” Chrissy says.

“Not for long,” Jason counters. “Did you see the way he was put up?”

“Man, I’m trying not to!” Robin says, running her hands through her hair.

“This has to be the ghostface killer. Like you and Nancy spoke about, Robin,” You deduced. “He’s probably after me.”

“That was just a little Halloween story, Y/n. It’s not fucking real.” Robin says.

“Ghostface is very real. Only not the way you think.” Eddie says.

“Who the fuck’s Ghostface?” Jason questions.

“A killer with a face of a ghost.” Eddie says, nonchalantly.

“Face of a ghost?” Chrissy says. “Like with hollowed out eyes and shit.”

“Yep. Every Halloween, he feeds his cravings for revenge, picking out those he chooses one. by. one. He usually preys on young college kids like us. Inhibitions lowered, dumb, alcohol fueled college kids. He’s definitely after us.” Eddie explains.

“You’re only saying that to scare us.” Vickie says.

Eddie puts a hand over his chest. “I swear it. There’s articles all over about this guy.”

“Eyewitness accounts?” You asked.

“There are no eyewitness accounts.” Eddie admits.

“Because he’s not real.” You say, believing you’d caught him in his game.

“No, because he leaves none.” He simplifies.

Everyone stays silent in their fear until Robin began to freak out again. “When I was told this would be a murder mystery party, I thought ‘wow, how cute?’. Now I’m wondering what the fuck I just signed up for! We have to get out of here.”0

“I can’t leave without Steve.” Eddie says, defiantly then adds. “He’s my ride home.”

“Where is he, anyway? He just disappeared.” You say.

“What if he’s…dead, too?” Vickie whimpers.

“We don’t know this for sure. We’ll have to go looking for him. Everyone, arm yourselves with anything you can find. We’re going to look around this place, find Steve, then get the fuck out of here.” You ordered, picking up a sharp high heel.

“That’s your choice?” Chrissy asks, incredulously.

“It’s protected me plenty times against creeps.” You defended.

“Okay, if we’re going to cover as much ground as possible. We’ll need to split up. Me and Chrissy, Robin and Vickie, Y/n and Eddie.” Jason plans out.

“I’m not going with him.” You say, hugging yourself.

“Why? Scared you’ll accuse me of assaulting you again.” Eddie challenges.

“I divided us evenly so we’ll all have partners. Plus, I’d rather not be around you right now.” Jason explains.

“Fine. I don’t want to see you either.” You grumbled.

“Should we really split up? Regardless of whether we’re all mad at each other, it’s best if we stay together. That’s like rule #1 of horror movie logic.”Vickie suggests.

“This is real life. Not some kind of shitty slasher flick.” Jason says.

“We’ll find Steve quicker his way, babe. Then, we’ll be outta here in no time.” Robin convinces. Vickie sighs, nodding.

“Okay, that settles it. Eddie and Y/n, you go downstairs to check the basement. Vickie and Robin, you both check upstairs—”

“B-but he can still be up there?” Vickie whimpers.

“We’d have seen him if that were the case.” Jason counters. “You’ll be fine. Me and Chrissy will search downstairs. If we hear anything, we’ll come straight up to you.”

“O-okay.” Vickie stutters out, warming up to Robin’s arm around her.

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Figures. You would give yourself the easiest job. Hell, we’ve practically searched this area just standing here.”

“We didn’t check the kitchen, though,” Jason argues. “Chrissy and I’ve got plenty to search. Now, hurry up and go to your positions or else we’re all dead.”

You huffed. The group breaks out to their separate spaces. You were stuck goin down a dark basement with a guy who’s probably pissed enough to leave you for dead.

The door to the basement creaks open. It’s pitch black. You flick on your flashlight, searching around the room.

“I-it seems empty.” You say, nervously.

“Then, go.” He whispers near your ear.

“I…I don’t want to.”

He grunts, taking the flashlight from your hand then heading down the steps. “Scaredy-cat.”

“Don’t leave me.”

You cling onto his leather jacket, following after him. It was a dusty old attic that you’d never given yourself that chance to explore. You’ll be making note to give this place a makeover if you do survive.

“Nothing here.” Eddie says as he gets to the bottom, flashing the light around the room. He suddenly turns to look at you eyes dark and primal, he’s close.

“What?” You say, looking up at him as he towered over you. You’re frozen by fear as if he’s put you under his spell.

His glides a finger between the valley of your chest, collecting the blood that has not yet dried. He trails the blood down your neck. You shudder under his touch. What was going on with you?

You hear the start of an engine revving outside. You recognize that sound anywhere. It’s Jason’s truck and he was planning on leaving you all.

“They’re fucking leaving us!” You screamed, snapping out of his trance. You run up the steps hoping you’d get to them in time. The door was shut and locked. You banged your fists against it. “Eddie! They’ve locked us in here!”

“What?!” Eddie runs up, banging alongside.

But it was no use. No one can hear you.

You run back down, climbing up a short book shelf to peer through the small basement window. It was hard to see through the rain but you didn’t hear them skirt off. Maybe they’ve changed their minds. You squint your eyes, looking through the heavy rain as best as you could. A ghost face appears, staring directly at you.

You screamed, falling backwards off the shelf. Eddie catches you in his arms before you hit the ground.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ghostface! H-he saw me! He knows we’re in here.” You were panting heavily, tears flowing down your face.

The door to the basement suddenly cracks open and you both look up in terror. Eddie flashes the light towards the door, noticing a hand slowly wrap around the frame. It rips open revealing Robin and Vickie.

“Oh my god, we thought you were the Ghostface killer,” You cried, running up to exit. “He looked right at me!”

“Yeah and fucking Jason and Chrissy drove off.” Eddie adds.

“We heard. Also, we didn’t find Steve. But we found his jacket.” Vickie sobs, holding it out. “We think the killer’s got him, too.”

“Shit.” Eddie says, defeated.

“We have to leave. It’s only the 4 of us now.” You shivered.

The front door swings open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. The ghostface killer was standing right in the door way, head tilted to the side and bloodied knife in hand.

The group screams for their lives running in opposite directions. He guns for you first, nearly cornering you into the wall. You rush past him, gunning for the door and grabbing your car keys from the side table.

There was no way you could get far in this weather, but you’d figured you’d get far enough because it hadn’t began flooding too bad yet. You enter the car attempting to put the key into the ignition. You notice blood on the key. Then, your eyes peer into the rearview mirror focused on the backseat. Your soul leaves your body. Chrissy and Jason’s bodies were in the backseat both with slashes in their necks.

“Oh, my god. No.” You sobbed hard. Ghostface standing right outside in front of your car. It gave you an idea. Starting up your engine, you revved it a bit to intimidate him. You were preparing to run him over only for the engine died out. You were shit out of luck.

Ghostface approaches you slowly. You were pretty much hyperventilating as he approaches you. He opens your car door and your sobbing hysterically. Just as he reaches out to you, you jab your car key into his chest. He hollers, falling backwards into the mud. You rush out the car, looking down at him. He lift’s his head up, the mask falls.

It’s fucking Steve!

He yanks the key out of his chest, anger on his face.

“S-steve? What…why…how…” You were paralyzed by complete astonishment.

He’s getting up now. You stumble backwards, head-starting your chance to run.

“Hey, Y/n,” Steve says with a psychotic smile, holding out a piece of paper with word ‘killer’. “What took ya so long? The game’s almost over.”

You shook your head at him before running back inside the home. He calls out your name, running after you. You slam the door shut in time, locking it. You cowered away from the door, stepping back and looking at it as he pounded against the door.

“Little Pig, Little Pig. Let me in.” Steve singsongs from behind the door.

Then, you hear what sounded like an axe colliding against the door over and over. You ran, knowing you had little time to hide. You crash into Eddie, screaming before bawling hysterically into his chest.

“Eddie. It was Steve all along. He’s killed everyone. We have to find a way out of here while he’s busy with the door.”

“But, kitty, we’re right where we need to be.” Eddie smiles a toothy grin.

Your eyes widened. “You’re…a part of this?”

“Duhh. I thought you’d figured that out by now. Guess I overestimated you.”

“W-why?”

“Why? Fucking why?!” He shakes his head in disbelief. “You bullied the shit out of me for no reason. You and your fucking popularity robots. That’s the fuck why I did it. You fucking accused me of sexually assaulting you. If I really wanted to…I would’ve.”

“You didn’t have to kill my friends!”

“Friends? It was so easy to tear you guys apart. It took less than an hour for you all to be at each other’s throats. All Stevie and I had to do was reveal your secrets and it was chaos ever since.”

“How the fuck did you know all that? I could understand the situation between you and me, but what about Nance?”

“Oh, Robin!” Eddie calls out.

You’re breath hitches, noticing Robin coming out the kitchen.

“Robin, how could you?” You cried.

“Because I wanted to be sorority president. And you messed with Steve’s boyfriend, that means you mess with me, too. Also, I just don’t like you. You’re a fake little witch who pretends you’re oh so very sweet. I know the real you, though. We all do.” Robin says.

“Where’s Vickie? You kill her, too?” You sneer.

“Nope. I put her to sleep in my room. She’ll wake up just fine in the morning and it’ll all feel like a dream. She’ll never suspect me for a thing.”

“Was it worth killing all our friends?”

“My friends, Steve and Eddie, they’re right here. I have no blood on my hands. They just simply took out the trash and I let ‘em. In exchange, my girlfriend’s spared. That’s all I care for.”

“You’re all fucking sick.” You spat.

“Yeah, but, so are you.” Eddie says.

“I’m not like you. I’m not like any of you!”

The door slams open. It’s Steve only he’s sporting the mask again.

“You hurt me real bad, baby. I’ll have to punish you.” Steve teases.

You immediately run upstairs, hearing their laughter bouncing off the walls. You ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind you and hid in the bathtub.

“I don’t care what you guys do to her. Keep it down. Don’t want Vickie waking up.” Robin says.

“You got it.” Steve says.

“Here, Kitty, Kitty.” Eddie taunts.

You can hear him and Steve laughing away, searching for you. Slow, heavy footsteps approach your door. You cover a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from screaming. The doorknob jiggles.

“Door’s locked. Looks like she’s in here,” Eddie says. “Wanna do the honors, big boy?”

“Uh-huh.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It’s the sound of the axe eating through the door. You began sobbing loud into your hands, knowing they’ll be in here soon. There had to be someway out. You look up at the bathroom window. You were at the top floor but you had no choice but to try.

Just as you squeezed half your frame through the window, the door busts open. The shower curtain’s yanked to the side. You cried and it only made them laugh harder.

Eddie wraps an arm around you, pulling you back inside. You struggled against his hold, scratching hard at his arms around your waist. “Let me go! Please!”

He carries you to your bed, using your extension cord to tie your arms up over your head.

“Let me go!” You cried.

“Why should I?!” Eddie screams, eyes wild. “You never once apologized for your lies! And I think I know why. I think…you don’t feel sorry at all. You liked making me feel like shit.”

Steve picks up a stuffed animal, pretending as if it were speaking to you. “You like hurting people. So do we.”

“That’s why no matter how many times you say that you aren’t like us, you know deep down…” Eddie grabs your face, puckering your lips. “You’re a cold-hearted bitch.”

You yank your face away from him. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it. I don’t give a shit anymore. Robin’s probably going to ruin my life if I live anyway.”

Steve pulls off the mask, looking at you with shock. “You’re friends are all dead and you’re still worried about your reputation. You’re a fucking twisted individual. I like twisted.”

Steve’s hands trail up your thigh.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You growled.

“Ya see, Y/n, we have no plans to kill you. At least, not yet. We’re going to fucking ruin you. I’ve been meaning to have taste of that sweet cherry.” Eddie says, licking his lips.

Steve glides the knife against your tummy. “I should cut you for what you did to me. But you just look so prettily wrapped for us,” He tears at the cheer crop top along with your bra. Your breasts hitting against the cool air. “Can I ruin her now?”

“No, Stevie. Gotta take our time. What’s the chance we’ll ever come across a virgin whore? You take her mouth. I’ll get that tight pussy ready.”

“Stay the fuck away from me!” You projectile spit onto Steve’s eye.

He laughs, wiping it away with a gloved hand. “She’s fiesty.”

“Yeah, but I could do without her talking. Unless she’s gagging, I want nothing outta her.” Eddie comments.

“I can do something about that.” Steve removes the cloak, before unzipping his jeans enough so that he can pull out his hard cock.

Your eyes widened at the sheer size of him. He was enormous. Perfectly trimmed pubes that framed around the veiny length.

“Nice, huh?” Eddie says, noticing you gawking at it. “Stevie, she’s practically drooling for it. Give the girl what she wants.”

Without warning, Steve slams himself down your throat, gripping your hair to force you up and down. Meanwhile, Eddie hikes up your skirt and pushes your white cotton panties to the side. He teases your clit. You moan around Steve’s cock.

“Damn, that’s good. Her mouth’s fucking amazing.” Steve groans.

“She’s had lots of practice,” Eddie says, circling a finger around your entrance. “Let’s see if we can train her to take our cocks righhht…here.”

He plunges a finger into your hot pussy, knuckle deep, the cool silver ring around it hitting against your clit over and over.

“She’s wet as fuck. You hear that, big boy?” The sound of your juices squelching and your gagging filling the room.

“It’s music to my ears.” Steve says, pinching and rolling your nipples expertly between his fingers, while thrusting into your mouth.

You found it hard to speak with a mouthful of him but he’d managed to understand that you were trying to say something.

He pulls of your mouth, a thick line of spit connecting you. “I made a vow of celibacy to my Holistic instructor, you assholes. If you fuck me, you’ll be ruining my innocence.”

“That’s the whole fucking point, hippie slut.” He says, adding another finger into you and you arched, crying out. You involuntarily grind your hips.

“Oh. She likes that. There you go. Ride daddy’s fingers,” He groans, palming himself through his jeans. “Fuck. I can’t wait no more. I’m ready to split her apart. You wanna be the first to pop that cherry? I know you’ve been waiting all night, Stevie.”

“You deserve it, Eds. She was your choice after all.” Steve says.

Eddie nods, smiling at his lover before looking down at you. He flips you onto your stomach, his hand colliding with your ass; watching the way your ass rippled.

“Wanted to fuck you from behind the moment you bent over that table?” Pulling your underwear down your legs, he decide to keep the skirt on you; finding it so hot.

Your tied hands are between your legs now, face pressed against the mattress, ass up. Eddie runs himself through your puffy, wet folds coating himself in enough of your juices. Then, he bullies his way through you. Just as he promised, he splits you open on his cock.

You cried out, biting the sheets. He’s pounding into you over and over, marveling at the way your tight little cunt swallows his massive size.

“Look on the bright side, Y/n,” Eddie says between pants, spanking your ass. “At least, you won’t be considered a liar anymore. Fuck back against me. Take this dick.”

You obey, rock back against him. He stills himself letting you do the work for now. Eddie tastes your creaminess on his fingers. He closes his eyes to savor it while you continued to bounce onto his cock. He understood Steve was probably feeling left out as of now.

“She tastes amazing.” Eddie collects your essence coating his length, shoving a finger into Steve’s mouth for him to taste.

You shouldn’t be so turned on by all of this but watching Steve’s tongue work around Eddie’s finger made you clench around him. You also found yourself, rubbing at your clit which was conveniently exposed over your tied hands.

“She’s touching herself, Eds.” Steve chortles.

“So greedy for your own release, pet.” Eddie says, caressing your back.

“Shit. Yes. Oh , fuck. I’m close.” You pant and whine.

“I’ll make you cum, kitty. The hardest you couldn’t ever imagine.” He pummels into you, pulling on your skirt like they’re your reigns, steering you into your first orgasm.

You were getting louder and louder, wailing like you were in distress. This only egged him on further.

“Oh fuck, daddy please.” You sobbed.

“I was wrong. I think I like hearing you talk.” His nails dig into the soft globes of your ass. You rub frantically at your bud as your first orgasm washes over you.

“Oh, god! I’m cumming!”

“I feel it, pet. You’re soaking my cock.” He laughs.

“Holy shit, it’s so intense. So good.” Your eyes roll back, trembling like you were possessed.

“Told you,” He pulls out. He hadn’t cum so you were questioned why he’d ended it. “She’s all yours, big boy.”

Oh, god! You weren’t catching a break with these boys.

“I wanna look at her face when she cums.” Steve flips you onto you back again.

“Untie me please.” You pleaded.

“Will you be a good girl?” Steve asks.

“Yes, so good.” You whimpered.

Steve looks up at Eddie. Eddie nods his approval. It was all Steve needed to release you from your restraints. He spreads your legs, your knees pressed against the mattress. He slips into you with ease, stretching you out as well.

“Busy those hands, pet.” Eddie growls.

You do. One hand stroking Eddie’s cock, the other pinching your hardened nipple. You draw him into your mouth and he immediately cups your head, forcing you to swallow him down your throat.

Steve grabs Eddie by the neck, forcing their lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to wreak through your walls.

The room was filled with your moans and you felt like such a shitty person knowing that these men were both responsible for the deaths of your friends and also for giving you the hardest orgasms, you’d ever experienced.

You were experiencing orgasms back to back with each nudge of his tip against your spongy button.

Tears sprang from your eyes at the intensity, toes curling in the process. You were going to come for a final time but this time they’d come along, too.

“Pussy’s so tight. Glad you saved yourself for us.” Steve groans.

You pull your mouth off Eddie’s throbbing length. “I’m close, Daddies. I wanna cum with you.”

“Then, keep sucking, whore,” Eddie shoves himself back in your throat, drool running down your chin as you do your best to swallow around him. You jerk him with a frenzied need to taste his cum on your tongue.“That’s it swallow me down.”

Steve flicks his thumb, rapidly over your sensitive nub. He’s hardly pulling out of you now, forcing you to feel his cock nudges up further and further into you.

“Ah, shit. I’m gonna come in you, baby. Make you a mommy to our babies.” Steve whispers, looking down at you like you were his prey.

“Oh god, yessss.”

You beat him to an orgasm, soaking him in your creamy arousal. His lips are on Eddie’s once again, their tongues fighting for dominance until he lets out a moan, painting your walls. Eddie shoots into your mouth right after, forcing you to swallow it down fast so you can breathe.

Steve presses a kiss to your lips and it’s the first time you’ve been kissed all night. He pulls away and Eddie follows after, kissing you with more of an aggression to Steve’s tenderness. After a few more languid thrusts, Steve pulls out of you plopping on one side of you; Eddie on the other side.

You were all panting. You stared between the boys, confused on what they wished to do with you.

“So does this mean I’m free?” You ask.

“Fuck, no. You’re ours. We own you forever now.” Eddie says.

“Plus, you’re an accessory to murder.” Steve adds.

“I didn’t kill anyone.” You say.

“But you’re a part of us now. Anything that happens to us, you’ll go down, too.” Eddie threatens.

“Fine. Then, if I’m a part of this thing. I have my own target I want taken care of.”

“Robin’s off limits, pet.” Steve says, shooting you a daring look.

“Not Robin. That Chem teacher that made me suck his cock when he could’ve just given me good grades.”

“Ooh, always wanted to work my way up to teachers.” Steve says, a manic smile on his face.

Eddie looks at you, almost proud. “You’re already getting the swing of things.”

You yawned, curling up between in them. “Anything for my daddies.”

“We’re not done with you yet, kitty.” Eddie says, tugging you by your hair, pulling you head back against his chest.

Steve kisses and bites your exposed neck. “We’re only getting started. We haven’t even punished you yet.”

You’re in for a long, long night.

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𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨 - 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

Summary: The early days of pregnancy are taking it’s toll. Thanks, Akio.

A/N: my darling doll @soraya-daydreams coming in clutch again with the bestest ideas.

CW: pregnancy, vomiting, sweetness, fluffy

Taglist? Taglist.

The toilet in your office had become your best friend in the last couple of weeks, seeing that you felt like you spent more time with it than your husband. You were only 10 weeks pregnant, but the morning sickness of your first trimester was kicking your ass to the moon and back. Also, calling it morning sickness is a lie.

It was 24/7 sickness. You found that eating small amounts often helped keep your stomach settled. Satoru had been fretting over you, fussing and driving Shoko insane, no matter how much you tried to convince him this was all part of early pregnancy. The baby was healthy, you were healthy and this was all just part of growing a person.

But, that didn’t make it any easier. You were so tired, and hungry - but no food tasted like what you wanted. You wanted taiyaki, but you couldn’t get any and the crackers you kept in your desk to keep the nausea at bay had started to taste like cardboard. Your emotions were running rampant and you couldn’t think straight, having been woken at 5am by the bile in your stomach rising for the day. Your boobs were starting to hurt, you were so frazzled by everything that you just tried to set yourself on autopilot to get through the day. You didn’t want Satoru to worry any more than he already was - you were okay, really, and the thought of causing him more stress upset you more than any of it, Shoko - being the doctor she was, helped you with whatever you needed but she had been so busy all week you didn’t get to see her too much - plus, she didn’t need the added workload. Nanami, well - as much of a darling as he is, is still Nanami.

You were currently sitting on your office sofa, head leaning against the back and eyes closed as you breathed through your nose to try and combat the swelling feeling of sickness in your stomach. There was a knock at the door, and in walked Megumi.

“Hey sweetheart, you doing okay?” You ask, opening one eye to look at him.

“Yeah, could you sign this? It’s last weeks mission summary, it needs to be signed by a supervising sorcerer and you came on that mission with us.” He says, passing you a stack of papers, mission summaries being part of the curriculum that Yaga prepared, meant to be positive practice for record keeping after graduation and time to report any issues.

“Course, ‘Gumi. Just -” as the words came out of your mouth you felt your stomach twist and you stood and bolted to the bathroom like lightning, leaving a confused boy in your wake. You slammed the door behind you and made it to the toilet bowl just in time, heaving what little breakfast you had managed into the toilet.

After a moment, you took a deep breath and sat back on your heels, wiping your mouth as a knock on the door echoed through the room. Megumi opens it, holding your big pink water bottle which you see he had filled up. He looked unnerved, and came toward you like a person approaching a wild lion.

“Um… I thought you’d need a drink. Do you - want anything else? Should I get dad?” He asks. You really don’t want to worry him, or anyone else - because this really wasn’t anything to fret over.

You smiled as you took the bottle, and took a drink. You take your hair from its ponytail and attempt to fix it in the mirror.

“No, sweet boy, I’m okay. Just your sibling making sure we know they’re there. Definitely your dads kid.” You smile, rolling your eyes as you go to stand - which you instantly regret. There’s no warning, just a wave of hot liquid which you barely manage to get into the toilet. You cringe, knowing Megumi is still behind you but your fears of him being afraid seeing his mom vomit are assuaged when you feel a cold hand wrap around your hair and hold it back out of your way. Just as Satoru has been doing every morning for the last 3 weeks, as he rubs your back and wipes your forehead. You can’t help the tears that spring to your eyes, as you wipe your face and turn to him.

“I’m so sorry, ‘Gumi, nobody needs to see that. I’m okay, I promise.” You say, patting his free hand.

“Mom, shut up. You’re okay, yeah, but you don’t have to do this alone, I know you don’t want to worry us but we want to help you - okay?” His stern eyes are focused on you, as he flicks your forehead. That was the straw that broke the camels back as you fell forward into his chest and sobbed. He froze, pulling his arms to hesitantly pat your back. He didn’t know what to do now, how do you comfort a crying pregnant woman on a bathroom floor? Should he Google it? His dad was away on a mission all day with the second years. Emotions aren’t really… his forte. That’s way more Itadori’s thing.

Itadori! He patted your back awkwardly, then pulled away.

“I’ll be right back mom. Wait here.” He says, and resorted to patting you on the head.

A moment later, the door opens again and Yuuji and Megumi enter again. Yuuji immediately gasps at seeing you crying on the bathroom floor and rushes to your side.

“Y/N! Are you okay? Megumi said you were sick!” He asks, wrapping you in a hug as you nod.

“It’s morning sickness, Itadori. Because of the baby.” Megumi says, from his perch on your desk.

“Oh yeah! Do you think you’ll be sick again?” He asks you and you shake your head.

“Okay! Oh no! You’re so sweaty, here, let’s get you a cloth.” He stands up as he wets a cloth and dabs your forehead, the show of kindness only making you cry harder - hormones in full force.

“Hey, Fushiguro - Google what’s good for morning sickness!” He says, and without warning, you feel a strong pair of arms under your knees and around your back as Yuuji swoops you up like you weight nothing due to his unnerving strength and walks you over to your office sofa. He gently places you down, and takes the fuzzy blanket off the arm of the sofa to drape over you as he sits beside you and pulls your body into an all encompassing bear hug. Stroking your hair.

Megumi is slack jawed on the desk, he knew Yuuji was caring, and endlessly kind but seeing him care for you, his mom, like it was second nature awakened something in him. It clicked in that moment.

He had a crush on Yuuji Itadori.

The fluffy haired, pink tinged boy who’s unnaturally strong arms are laced around his shoulders of the woman who raised him, pressing soft, soothing circles into her shoulders and asking her what she needs with big, bright chocolate brown eyes. He’s had crushes before, admiring people he knew in school or that one girl in his old debate club. Yet, the way his heart seemed to seize, or skip a beat when Yuuji entered a room, or how he couldn’t help but crack a small smile at his antics, or how he couldn’t help but look for him in every crowded room, or sit beside him in every class, restaurant, train, cinema. How he felt a heat in his cheeks when Itadori would train shirtless and sweaty wasn’t just from being impressed at the boy’s strength, or how he wondered if Yuuji’s hair was as soft as it looked, or how his large, calloused hands would feel in his. None of that was friendship. Well, it was. It was also more. He saw that now, clear as day.

Well.

Shit.

“Fushiguro?” The boy is question’s voice snaps him out of his trance as he freezes. These emotions could be dealt with at a later time.

He flicks his eyes up, seeing the questioning look on Itadori’s face made him look back to his phone and try to concentrate on finding ways to help the crying woman on the sofa. He cleared his throat.

“I’ll be right back, apparently ginger tea helps.” He says, and darts out of the room to the kitchen.

Yuuji blinked at his odd behaviour. He felt like he knew Megumi Fushiguro pretty well by now, seeing as he couldn’t help but spend every moment looking or listening to him. He’d known since the moment Fushiguro came in to the crematorium, battered and bruised but instructing him to join him at school that he had a painfully large crush on the taller boy. Hell, even seeing him for the first time in the hospital Yuuji thought he was the prettiest boy he’d seen in his life. Yuuji knew he was bisexual, he had had a few short term, middle school girlfriends and had gone on dates with guys before but had never felt that searing attraction and overwhelming attachment to anyone before like he had with Megumi.

A sniffle broke him from his thoughts as he saw you in his arms.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call Gojo-Sensei?” He asked.

“No! Don’t bother him. He’s so excited about the baby I just don’t want him to feel like he has to worry about me when he already has so much on his shoulders. I am so sorry you two have to see me like this, I didn’t mean to have you guys watching over me - you all probably have better things to do.” You say, wiping your cheeks on your sleeve.

“Ah-ah! No! Bad Y/N Sensei! You’re making a whole ass human, you’re allowed to let people pamper you! When Nobara makes cookies she expects praise for a week afterward! Plus, we wanna mind you! Megumi the mostest, he was talking last weekend about introducing his shikigami to the scent of the baby early so they can watch over them too. Nobara is researching the best beauty regimes for pregnant women, and I’ve been learning how to make baby food! I also am learning to crochet, so I can make stuffies! That’s only us three. Inumaki was telling the group chat that Okkotsu had sent a photo of a baby blanket he got in Africa for the baby, and Nanamin already has started calling the baby his niece or nephew! That’s not even including the main person who is here for you - Gojo-sensei! I don’t think he’s spoken about anything but you or the baby in weeks, he even asked us to help him find all the books on babies in the library.” He says, arms waving around.

Your eyes well up again, but with happy, warm tears this time and you can’t help but laugh at the idea of Sukuna’s vessel crocheting.

“You don’t have to do this alone, Y/N sensei. You once said that it takes a village to raise a child? We’re your village.” He says, and pats the top of your head.

You open your phone, looking through your camera roll - when you find the photo you want you pass it to him.

“Only me, Shoko, Satoru and ‘Gumi have seen this.” You say, smiling softly at him as he stares at the screen.

“Is this - ?” He asks, mouth gaping and eyes wide.

“That’s lil’ mochi. We got a sonogram at the weekend.” You beam at him. This boy is so kind, so endlessly gentle and you’re so thankful for him - but something, call it mother’s intuition, tells you he’s going to be in your lives for a very long time. You’d guess, in relation to your eldest son.

“Holy shit! That’s so fucking cool! Is that their little hands?!” He asks, pointing to the 3D sonogram photo and you nod, beaming.

“Your sensei calls them lil’mochi because he thinks that’s what their head looks like.” You laugh.

At that moment, Megumi comes into the room, holding a mug and a Nobara in tow.

“Y/N! Okay so - if your morning sickness is bad my grandma used to say that meant you were having a girl! That’s so exciting! Also - when my aunt was pregnant she liked sour candy, so here’s some sour patch kids from the vending machine. Fushiguro has your ginger tea. Do you want me to braid your hair so it’s out of your face?” She asks in a verbal stream of consciousness, hands on her hips and she squeals seeing the open sonogram on your phone.

You take the tea from your eldest boy, who uses the back of his hand to test your forehead. Nodding wordlessly when he likes what he finds. You whisper a soft thank you to him and he gives you a small smile. Your stomach settles as Nobara sits behind you on the top of the sofa and braids your hair, while Yuuji chats away absentmindedly. Megumi knows you said not to, but he opens his phone anyway.

💬Dad:

Mom is sick bc of the baby this morning - she keeps saying she doesn’t wanna bother or worry anyone , for some reason she actually listens to you so can you try talk some sense into her? We’re taking care of her today.

Before he even locks his phone he hears a thud from the corner of the room.

“Princess! Is mochi making momma ill?! Nooooo, Mochi! You gotta be nice to Momma! She’s an angel and she is making you!” He says as he flings himself at your feet, kneeling between your knees and kissing your belly. You don’t even shriek, so completely used to your husbands sudden warping.

“Silly momma! Princess, my sweet girl - you should have told me the morning sickness was bad today! You didn’t make this baby alone, so you’re not gonna create it alone!” He says and all the kids cringe at his wording.

“I just didn’t wanna worry you, ‘Toru. But I’m guessing Megumi decided to take action anyway, because he’s as stubborn as you.” You say, eyes turning to the dark haired boy, who just raises an eyebrow and shrugs. You just laugh, knowing there’s no fighting your two boys when it comes to caring for you.

Nobara jumps from behind you, grabbing Yuuji by the hand and Megumi as they leave.

“C’mon, you two, before they start trying to make another one.” She says, laughing, but knowing it’s time for you and Satoru to have a moment alone. Her phrasing makes Megumi die a little inside, remembering the unpleasant experience of being 13 and coming home unexpectedly early from a cancelled after school club.

The door shuts, but not before you say.

“Megumi.”

The boys turns in the doorway as his friends walk ahead.

“Thank you, sweet boy.” You say, smiling, and petting the white hair of the man who is still kneeling at your feet - whispering chastisement’s to the fetus causing you annoyance.

He nods, and smiles, and closes the door behind him, leaving his parents to have some time, knowing there is nothing, or nobody, on this planet who can comfort or make you feel more loved or safe than your adoring husband, Gojo Satoru.

“Princess, why didn’t you want to tell me? I’m not mad, sweet girl - I just want to be here for you. I know we’ve had ‘Miki and Megumi, but this - pregnancy, babies, it’s all new for us, and I bet you’re pretty scared.” He says, standing to sit beside you and pull you into his lap, accommodating you on his wide thighs.

You lean into his chest, inhaling the sandalwood scent.

“I just - you already have so much to deal with, and I didn’t wanna add this on too, because the baby is healthy, and I’m healthy, it’s just this is a really shitty part of pregnancy. Also… this sounds dumb when I say it out loud, but - after you, I’m the strongest sorcerer, and I didn’t… I didn’t want anyone thinking I was weakened.” You say, nuzzling into him, grateful to have a husband you feel so at home and comfortable with that after some coaxing, you can share your deepest feelings without reserve.

“Oh my pretty girl - look at me. You -” he pokes your nose lovingly, with his blindfold off and stares at you with so much love in his gaze that it takes you back - even though you have seen that same emotional gaze every day for almost 12 years.

“You - are the strongest. You’re doing something that I can’t, you’re making a whole person. I gave you some equipment and you’re building it from scratch, if you ask me - that’s the strongest, bravest thing I’ve ever heard. You’re incredible, Princess, and as the strongest sorcerer beside you - you can lean on me. We’re in this together, like we’ve done everything, okay? Plus - you might be pregnant but I saw the way you smashed that second grade without lifting a finger from your milkshake last week.” He strokes your cheek, pressing kisses to the side of your head as you squeeze into him even more, closing your eyes and just basking in the moment of vulnerability with your soulmate.

“I love you, ‘Toru.” You say, kissing the place where his heart is.

“I love you too, princess.” He says, smiling and wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

You guys are quiet for a moment.

“Have you noticed how Yuuji looks at Megumi?” You say, and Satoru smirks, eyes sparkling.

“Eh - obviously. Six eyes. But, have you noticed how Megumi blushes whenever Yuuji compliments him?”

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