#purposely bought the top a touch small

[storiesofsvu]

Sweet Girl

Olivia Benson x reader warnings: language, smut, mommy kink. requested: yes. the rare occurrence of me writing for Olivia, and it being smut on top of that? don't expect this to happen for a while LOL. Somewhere between a drabble and a one shot. absolutely no plot.

You knew exactly what you were getting in for, that had been your plan from the very beginning. Olivia had been having an extremely long week, the two of you barely seeing each other, having to suffice with goodnight texts rather than tangling yourselves in each others limbs at the end of the day. Bored, you’d gone out and bought a few new lingerie sets and once you knew she was in the clear for Friday night completely off, you’d headed to her place dolled up with dinner and wine. It was absolutely no surprise that dinner got completely forgotten once she saw a piece of pink lace peeking out from under your shirt.

She took her time admiring you in the bedroom, letting you show off the delicate set, her eyes darkening with the slow twirl you did, popping up on your toes to make sure she didn’t miss the bow on the back. Her hands traced over the fabric, purposely avoiding the areas you wanted her to touch the most at first, letting you whine, waiting until you were putty in her arms, whimpering under her touch. Then she finally took off your bra, leaning over you on the bed to catch a nipple in between her lips, sucking at it, flicking it with the tip of her tongue before nipping gently and you moaned. She repeated the action on the other side, her fingers continuing to toy with your chest, feeling the way your body was practically trembling underneath her.

“That’s it sweetheart.” She murmured, pressing a tender kiss in the center of your chest, “always so good for me.” Her kisses trailed down your body until her fingers slipped into the waistband of your panties and she pulled them down your legs, letting out a small chuckle at the sudden shyness that had overcome you. Her hands brushed up your legs, rubbing soothingly at your soft skin, “spread your legs for mommy, I want to see you.”

Letting out a breath you obliged, letting your legs fall open so she could shift between them, a gasp escaping you lips when she palmed at your pussy. Her fingers slipped between your folds, rubbing at you as the heel of her hand gently ground into your clit, watching the way you let out a satisfied moan.

“What would you like sweet girl?” She asked, pressing a little harder, “to get off on my fingers, in my mouth or on mommy’s cock?”

“Your cock.” You groaned, hips bucking up off the bed when she dipped two of her fingertips into your cunt, sighing at the way you were already squeezing around her, at just how wet you were already.

“That’s what I thought.” She leant over you, giving your clit a gentle kiss before shifting from the bed to rid herself of the rest of her clothes and grab the strap.

Returning to the bed Olivia climbed over you, her hand finding its way between your legs once again, a finger slipping into your cunt and you groaned, your head thrown back into the pillows.

“More…”

“So eager already.” She teased before adding a second finger, pumping them steadily in and out of your pussy, watching every time she pulled them out, smirking at how much of your juices were coating her fingers.

“Feels so good.” You murmured, hips chasing her movements, practically begging for more.

“I’ve got to warm you up sweetheart.” She cooed, her fingers beginning to curl and scissor inside you, stretching you out for the toy between her legs. “That’s it…” she purred when she could easily slide a third finger in and you couldn’t hold back the moan, body arching off the bed when she curled her fingers and hit the sweet spot inside you.

“Need you…” you whimpered and she slipped her fingers from you.

“I’m right here baby.” She replied, leaning over you to capture your lips in a kiss while she smeared your juices over her cock, lining it up with your entrance and slowly pushing it.

“Oh god…” Your eyes squeezed shut, arms wrapping around her to pull her impossibly close to you, making her hips meet yours, burying herself fully inside you.

“Feel good?” She asked with a smirk in her voice, peppering your jawline with kisses as you adjusted to her size.

“Yes…” you breathed out, relaxing against the bed and she started to move, “oh god.. so fucking good.”

Olivia’s hand moved to your leg, gently grabbing your thigh to shift it upwards, pinning it to the bed so she could reach even deeper within you, her hips setting a steady pace as her cock continued to plunge into you. Her lips met yours in a breathless kiss, moving with ease against your lips, tongue just daring to slip into your mouth as you whimpered.

Each thrust of her cock hit the sensitive spot inside you, each ridge of the toy dragged over your walls, your pussy fluttering around it faster than you wanted to admit. Pleasure was firing through your entire body, your skin on fire, nipples brushing against her chest as she fucked you. The kiss broke with a louder moan leaving your lips, your head thrown back and Olivia took advantage, her mouth making its way down your neck, leaving kisses and love bites across your tender skin, burying herself in the crook of your neck as she picked up the pace.

“Fuck!” You cried out, your pussy clenching down around her cock, hips eagerly meeting hers with each thrust.

“You take me so well sweet girl.” She praised, kissing the side of your neck, “so good for me, every time. My good little girl.”

“Mommy please…” you whined out and she let out a breath, pulling herself from your neck.

“Are you close sweetheart?” She asked and you nodded, biting at your lip as you held back another moan, “would you like to come?”

“Yes! Please!”

“You know you don’t have to ask.” She chuckled, her hand sneaking between your bodies to play with your clit, fingers rubbing it before pinching it gently and you gasped, your body jumping off the bed when she followed it up with a particularly deep thrust. “That’s it baby.. come for me.”

Her praise was all you needed, your body trembling with pleasure, a cry leaving your lips as your pussy pulsed around her, juices leaking out, smearing across your thighs and your hands clenched at her body.

“Good girl…” she cooed, her thrusts slowing as she fucked you through your orgasm, “just like that.” As her hips slowed her hand came up to your face, brushing off any mussed up hair, smoothing it back as she left gentle kisses across your face. “You’re so gorgeous, so pretty, my perfect sweet girl.”

You let out a little whimper, tilting your head up so she could kiss you properly before she shifted, slipping out of you so she could toss the toy to the side to be cleaned later. Her free hand didn’t once leave your body until she was back in the bed, pulling the covers up around the two of you, encouraging you to curl into her side. She pressed a kiss to the top of your head, smiling at the very satisfied sigh you let out in response before giving your body a gentle squeeze, linking her free hand with yours.

“Feeling better now?”

“Absolutely perfect.” You left a kiss on her chest, “thank you.”

“Anything for my sweet girl.”

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[bloatedandalone04]

➪the one where you're friends and hook up at a party.

Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, dry humping, no actual penetration (trying something new), friends to lovers, making out, party hookup, mutual pining, honestly a really cute and desperate hookup between two friends, gif is a scene that was focused on chad but ethan looked cute in the background of it so here it is

Word Count: 2.8k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

You were convinced that you and Ethan created the word tension. More specifically, sexual tension. 

That was the only logical reasoning for the overwhelming feeling of want that took over your every sense whenever you were in the same room as him. 

It was obvious that you had the same effect on him as well if the rushed excuses to leave the room were anything to go by. His face would heat up whenever you locked eyes and he’d stutter like he used to do when he was in middle school and had a crush. 

Then he started getting a bit confident. 

He would touch you, something that looked innocent to everyone else, but you knew what his intentions were. The way his fingers would brush against your arm, the way he would hold your hand when he was walking with you - the way he would press a kiss to the base of your neck when you embraced to say goodbye.

It was only fair that you tease him, too.

Whenever you saw him, you made sure you were wearing either a skirt or dress - or something that showed more skin than normal - and were left smirking when you would catch him staring. In class you would shift so your thighs were showing behind the desk, only for his eyes to see as it was a given you two would sit beside each other during the classes you shared. 

In other words; you both wanted to sleep together. 

But you were friends. What would come of it? Would it make things awkward? Would it completely ruin the three year long friendship between the two of you? Would you even care?

The answer to that last one was simple.

No. No, you couldn’t care less. 

It took one shared glance at the Halloween party. One look and that was it. 

Everything passed in a blur. 

Ethan’s hand was tight on your wrist. Mindy gave you a wave as you passed by her. Chad gave Ethan’s shoulder a light slap as he pushed past him. The crowded stairs made your heated body even hotter. The empty bedroom felt so inviting.

Your halo was discarded somewhere downstairs, as was the majority of Ethan’s costume, and your dress was inching higher up on your hips. 

With your arms wrapped around his shoulders, Ethan pulls your body so it’s pressed completely against his. Your knees dig into the soft comforter as his hands grip your waist and needily pull you down further. Your clothed core grinds against him, making you both moan into the kiss as it deepens. 

Ethan’s hands helped guide your hips against his, allowing you to break the kiss and push against his chest. He falls back against the bed, his hold on you never faltering. You reached up and let your fingers tug on the thin straps of the white dress you bought for the sole purpose of the costume party. His wide eyes watched your every move, his pupils blown out and nearly covering the brown of his irises. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, watching as the straps slid down your arms, the top of your dress falling down and exposing the equally as white bra underneath. “I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long.”

The dress falls completely and bunches around your waist, making you looked fucked out already, depsite only partaking in a heated makeout session. Your lips were kiss swollen, a small amount of saliva - both Ethan’s and your own - coated the area around them. The kiss was messy and desperate and long overdue, so it was expected to leave you both already spent.

Ethan’s hands slide up the length of your thighs and disappear under the fabric of your dress, his eyes raking up and down your body. “You’re so hot,” he muttered under his breath, dropping his head back against the bed. “Been waiting to see you like this. So pretty.”

Your face heats up at his words, your own hands slipping under the material of his dark henley to press against his defined abdomen. “Then why didn’t you do anything about it?” You ask and tilt your head to the side, gently scratching your nails against his skin. “I gave you all the opportunities in the world.”

He let out a breath of air he didn’t even know he was holding in before answering, “We had something good going, didn’t want to ruin our friendship,”

You grinned down at him as one of the straps of your bra fell from your shoulder. With a simple shrug, you ask, “And now?”

Ethan’s eyes grew impossibly wider. “Fuck friendship,”

With a grin, you agree with him. “Fuck friendship,” then you were leaning down and pressing a heated kiss to his lips. 

His hands moved to your back seconds later, his fingers awkwardly fumbling with the clasp of your bra, clearly giving away his little experience he had with getting intimate with someone. 

Your lips turn up in a grin as you reach one of your own hands back to help him and easily unclasp the article of clothing. “You’ll get better at that,” you reassure him when you catch sight of the embarrassed look that flashed across his face. “Maybe.”

Ethan rolled his eyes, his head involuntarily tilting to the side when you began placing kisses down his jaw. “You sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself,”

You laugh quietly, grabbing his hand in yours and lacing your fingers together. It was a gentle gesture in a moment full of rushed movements and desperate kisses, and maybe that was why it had your heart racing. 

He gave you a boyish grin as you pinned your joined hands against the mattress beside his head, his chin tilting upwards to connect your lips once again. 

As your lips pressed against one anothers, Ethan’s mind began wandering. He had dreamed about doing this with you and seeing you in the most intimate way possible for years, and he finally got his chance. He finally crossed that line with you and your friendship will never be the same after this, not that he considered you just a friend, even before this. 

And yet, he couldn’t help but want his first time with you to be a bit more special than a hookup in a random bedroom at a party. 

He felt as though he was a hypocrite. 

He had you all to himself, yet he didn’t want to go all the way with you….yet. There was a very real possibility of you being interrupted or someone could easily start banging on the door at any given second. 

And maybe Ethan was selfish, but he wanted to be alone with you for your first time together.

So, with a fair amount of hesitation and reluctance, Ethan pulled away from your mouth. “Wait,”

Your brows furrowed when you pulled back to make eye contact with him, your heart thumping loudly at the oncoming feeling of embarrassment filling your body. “Sorry,” you say quickly, slipping your hand from his. “Did I do something wrong?”

Ethan laughed quietly and shook his head, his hands sliding down the smooth skin of your sides before stopping on your hips. “No, nothing,” he answered, leaning his head up to brush his nose against yours. The gesture made you smile, still unsure as to why he stopped you. You didn’t get the chance to ask as he continued after pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I just expected our first time to be somewhere a bit more private.”

You gave him a look he couldn’t quite read and he watched as a small grin formed on your lips. He began to feel embarrassed but kept his cool as you bit down on your bottom lip. “You’ve been thinking about this for a while, huh?” You tease but not in a mocking way. 

It had his heart racing in the best way possible as he simply answered, “I want you,”

You fight back the smile that was beginning to form and bring your hand up to brush away his hair that rested on his forehead. “I never took you as the romantic type,” you murmur, leaning down to rest your chin on his shoulder. 

Ethan ran his hands down your back, his touch creating chills that you did your best to hide. “‘M sorry,”

You shake your head and shrug, moving to ghost your lips over his. “It’s okay,” you hum, your hand tracing circles on his still shirt covered chest. You understood where he was coming from, and if you were being honest, party hookups were never something that interested you. 

But at the same time, you were beyond turned on, and not just at the sight of him. His words, his vulnerability and his touch had your skin burning and your core aching for something, anything. 

Then an idea formed in your head, and it wasn’t something that was necessarily new to you. Lifting yourself up and leaning your chin against the palm of your hand, your index finger of your free hand trails down his chest. “You know,” you trail off and watch your finger descent down his body. Ethan gave you a curious look, his own hands never leaving their place on your waist. “If you don’t want to actually sleep together right now, there are other ways to get each other off.”

Ethan’s ears burned as he processed your words. “You want to go down on each other?”

You shake your head with a small smirk. “I was thinking more on top of the clothes,” 

He hummed in agreement, a smirk forming on his own lips. “Oh,”

Shrugging, you bring your hand back up and let your thumb tug on his lower lip. “I mean, only if you want,” you add. “You call the shots.”

Ethan’s eyes darkened even more as he shifted his hips upwards, his jean covered front pressing to yours. “You know I want you,” he mumbled, his hands inching towards your chest. 

You pulled back before he could make contact. Pressing your hands against his shoulders, you sit up and reach behind you to clasp your bra once again. “We’ll save the nudity for the real thing,” you say and watch as his face falls. You kept your dress bunched at your waist and shrugged. “You set the rules.”

Ethan squinted but failed to stop the small whine that left his lips when you rolled your hips down against his. His face heats up at the noise you emitted from him while yours fell. 

It was a quiet, barely audible sound that escaped him but you heard it as clear as day, even over the loud music that was coming from downstairs. It sent a heatwave directly to your core and had your face heating up. 

You weren’t sure why the quiet moan had this big of an effect on you, maybe it was because you had never heard him being so open and vulnerable with you, or maybe it was because the sounds men make in bed do something to you, who knows. All you did know was that it had your hips grinding down once more just so you could hear it again.

Ethan’s hands moved back down to your thighs, where they held a tight grip as his head fell back against the sheets. “Fuck,” he muttered and the quiet groan that followed had your hands gripping the stretchy fabric of his shirt. 

Twisting it between your fingers, you allow yourself to release a noise of your own. A ghost of a moan leaves your lips as you press down harder, your clothed core desperate for any type of friction at this point. 

More whines escape him and it only drives you further away from sanity and closer to the point of no return. As you grinded against him, countless questions filled your head but you didn’t dare voice any of them.

Is he aware of just how attractive he is?

Was he purposely making those sounds because he knows it drives you wild?

Does he always sound like this in bed?

Has he always been this hot?

You may never know.

Ethan, however, seemed to have begun to pick up on the way you would press harder against him or speed up the pace of your hips whenever he moaned or whined under his breath. It took him only a few seconds to figure out that his sounds were what fueled your need to please him as well as help to get yourself off. 

He smirked at the effect a simple sound from him had on you and reached one of his hands up to grab hold of the back of your neck. He brought your chest back down to rest against his as your lips connected, his other hand helping guide the movement of your hips as the new angle made it a bit awkward for you to continue to move on your own.

The indentation of the zipper of his jeans rubs damn near perfectly against your clothed clit and the lack of actual touch somehow made it feel just as good as it would if you were both completely bare. 

Maybe it was because it was Ethan, your long time friend who you had been crushing on for years, or maybe it was because you never thought you’d ever get the chance to see him this way - not to mention the fact you got to feel him this way.

You lean down to sloppily kiss him as your hips continue to grind against him, your teeth and tongues clashing against one another. He whimpered against your mouth and the sound had your hips stilling for a brief second in an attempt to hold off for just a bit longer. 

God, he was going to be the death of you. 

The way your core desperately clenched around absolutely nothing, and the way his hips bucked up every few seconds had you both feeling the way you felt the very first time you did this. It wasn’t with each other, obviously, but there were very few guys who you had been intimate with before Ethan, so your experience was limited. 

Unbeknownst to you, though you’ve had your suspicions, Ethan had also only been with a couple girls before he was given the chance to sleep with you - something he was mentally kicking himself for putting on pause seeing as you felt this good by just grinding on him. 

It was almost embarrassing how quickly you felt your high approaching, but you knew Ethan was close as well, something that eased your racing mind. 

Your lips disconnect from his and you hide your head in the space between his shoulder and neck as moans freely flee from your mouth. Ethan presses kiss after kiss to your collarbone as you stop the relentless movement of your hips, your eyes squeezing shut when you feel the surge of heat flood through you. 

Ethan couldn’t complain at the lack of friction as he was there, too. Throaty groans leave his mouth and only add fuel to your high as you breath heavily against him, your lips ghosting over the skin of his neck.

Fuck it.

Wrapping your swollen mouth around the base of his neck, you sucked lightly and felt the bubble of a groan in his chest that was still pressed against yours. Your teeth tug at the skin for just a second before you pull away and sit up, your legs still straddling his waist. 

You grin down at the mark you left on him and try to ignore the way he was looking at you. His eyes were full of want and lust, his mouth tinted pink from your lipstick. 

You could only imagine what you looked like. 

Before you could get off him, Ethan’s hands grabbed your waist and pulled you down beside him. You were on your back while he was on his side, his hand running up and down the exposed skin of your torso. He looked you over before murmuring, “I don’t know what to say,”

Is saying ‘that was fucking amazing’ too much? Really, Ethan had never felt more excited and at peace, the fact that he finally had you all to himself was all he had ever wanted. 

You reach a hand up and brush away the hair that fell against his forehead. “You don’t have to say anything,” you say back, your hand falling to his shoulder. “Just lay with me.” 

He smiled down at you, kissing you one more time before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest, his mind already fast-forwarding to when he’d be able to fully take you in the privacy of your own apartment.

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[lordprettyflackotara]

Mr. Right || Colby Brock || Part two

smut, 18+, minors dni

a/n: colby’s new mustache has got to go😭 enjoy!

Colby wasn’t sure if you were going to show.

He sat anxiously on the end of the hotel bed, tapping his foot. To the left of him was a bucket of ice with a new bottle of champagne on top, one he bought just for you.

It was admittedly expensive, but he wanted to do anything and everything to impress you.

You were a goddess to him, a bite of forbidden fruit he was never meant to taste.

Yet your curves, your whimpers.

They invaded his mind like a plague.

He couldn’t stop thinking of you. All of the filthy things he wanted to do to you.

Colby realized as he pumped his cock to the fantasy of you that all he wanted was to make you feel good.

And tonight he had every intention of doing so.

Your knocking on the door snapped him out of his thoughts, the brunette rushing to greet you.

He opened the door, hardly having a moment to glance at you before you darted inside. Colby raised an eyebrow, leaning out of the door frame. He looked both ways, ensuring no one was around.

You were silently impressed that Colby had such a fine taste for hotel rooms, considering his taste in clothing didn’t depict wealth.

“I purposefully chose a floor with no cameras to put you at ease,” Colby mentioned, shutting and locking the door behind him. You set your purse aside, sliding off your heels. You kept a calm exterior on purpose, not wanting to seem too excited or nervous about the entire ordeal.

You were sure that you weren’t Colby’s only girl and you didn’t want to leave the impression you were too needy.

“Out of context that sounds like you’re a serial killer you know,” You tease sarcastically, unbuttoning your blouse.

Colby’s eyes focused on you, soaking in your figure. A charcoal pencil skirt hugged your hips and a white button up shirt concealed your breast. He watched as your small fingers undid the buttons. You appeared to be just as eager as he was, even if you tried harder to hide it. He almost wanted to question the business get up, since he had figured you were a trophy wife.

He decided to push the thought out of his mind, deciding he would ask you later.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” Colby purred, striding over to you. You blushed at his sweet words, shrugging your blouse off and discarding it onto the floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he towered over you, meeting his gaze. The energy in the room seemed to shift, your body becoming putty under his mere touch.

“You can do whatever you want to me, i’ll be good for you,” You whispered. Your words made Colby go borderline feral, his lips smashing into yours as his hands found your waist. He picked you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist out of instinct. He couldn’t get enough of your lips, your soft pink lips doing charity by dancing against his.

Fuck, you had no idea what you did to him.

His hands snaked down to your ass, readjusting you higher onto him. He lifted up your skirt, the fabric audibly ripping. You gasped and pulled away. “Colby! Those were calvin klein!” You whined, hitting his chest. In a swift motion he tossed you onto the bed, shoving your tattered skirt down your legs. “I’ll buy you a new one. Ten of them in every color if that’s what you want,” Colby panted. His boner was rubbing against the harsh fabric of his jeans, not making his feral thoughts subside any faster.

“But what I want right now, is for you to do as I say. Can you do that?” Colby asked. You nodded shyly, your face a visible light tint of pink. Colby grabbed your legs, dragging you to the end of the bed. He briefly glanced over at the bucket of champagne, forgetting it was there. A light bulb popped over his head, a devious smirk dancing across his legs. “Take off your bra and panties, let me see your body baby,” Colby told you.

You were so obedient it drove him insane, watching you scramble to obey his every command. Your panties and bra were discarded in seconds, Colby quickly taking note of the white lacey matching set you wore for him. He began to undo his tie, your curious eyes watching him closely. “Close your eyes for me,” He whispered, his voice deeper than usual. You nodded and did as instructed without question.

Something about Colby fascinated you. It wasn’t the lustful thoughts or the sinful fantasies.It was the simple fact that despite only having met a week ago, you trusted him entirely. It was as if he could read your mind. He paid close attention to your body and reactions, practically reading your mind. You couldn’t describe the feeling, the notion itself completely absurd.

But as Colby wrapped his tie around your eyes, blindfolding you, you knew these thoughts to be true.

“Lay back for me and stay still, can you do that?”

Colby reached into the bucket of champagne, pulling out an ice cube.

“Yes sir,”

You laid your back onto the soft comforter, spreading your legs.

Colby took a good five seconds to admire your body, before leaning forward. He brought the ice cube to your left nipple, the sensation causing you to jerk forward. “I thought I told you to stay still?” Colby asked mockingly. Your nipple hardened under the sensation of the ice cube, a whimper escaping your lips. “Sorry sir,” You mumbled. Colby switched the ice cube to your right nipple, popping your left breast into his mouth.

His mouth was warm, the sensation making you squirm beneath him as your other nipple hardened. You could feel the wetness growing between your thighs, your cheeks flushing a deeper pink as his tongue swirled around the bud. You were all hot and bothered over an ice cube.

The humiliation had fully crashed down over you as your hips bucked upwards, begging for friction. He released your breast with a pop, the cool air making you shiver. “Needy aren’t we?” Colby teased. He kissed down your stomach, dragging the ice cube after his strip of kisses. “Colby-” You groaned, throwing your head back. He hovered over your cunt, looking up at you.

“Hmm?”

“S-so c-cold,” You stuttered, goosebumps spreading across your skin.

Colby chuckled as he ran the ice cube down to your folds. You whimpered as he ran it up and down your thigh, before opening your folds and placing it on your clit. Your hips jolted forward, his other arm holding you in place. “You can take it, yeah? Wanna be good for me?” Colby asked. He studied your body, ensuring no signs of discomfort were visible.

“Wanna be good,” You babbled, your fingers raking through his hair. You pulled at his roots, the motion erupting a groan from his throat. He tossed the ice cube aside, licking a teasingly slow stripe up your cunt. You moaned loudly as his warm tongue clouded your mind, washing away the contrasting icy cold from moments before.

“You taste so good,” Colby praised, before diving into your cunt. He lapped at your folds like a starved men, determined to please you in the best way possible. Your back arched off of the bed as your thighs squeezed around his head. He brought two fingers to your entrance, slowly pushing them inside of you. Your walls spasmed around his digits, your body craving more than just his fingers.

“Colby, I want you,” You panted, vision still restricted by his tie. Colby smirked as he curled his fingers, pulling away from your cunt briefly. “Be patient, need you to cum on my fingers first,” He purred. He began to speed up his fingers, abusing your g spot as he pleased. He reconnected his lips with your clit, sucking at your sensitive bud.

You had no idea how intoxicating you were, your head thrown back and sinful noises escaping your lips. Your juices coated Colby’s chin and fingers, and he couldn’t care less. You could feel a familiar knot form in your stomach, one you didn’t want to form so soon. Colby made you feel so fucking good. It was beyond anything your husband had ever provided you, your body and slave to the state of euphoria he put you under.

Colby could sense you were about to cum, smirking as your walls tightened around his fingers. You felt your legs begin to tremble, your hips bucking upwards. You couldn’t even give your lover a warning, moaning his name as you came. Colby released your clit with ease, satisfied with seeing you come undone.

He removed himself from you, leaning forward and removing your blindfold. “Hi there,” He greeted teasingly, earning a smile from you. You grabbed his shirt, flipping him down onto the mattress. You straddled him, pulling him by his shirt towards you. “I need you, you fucking delinquent. You’re gonna give me what I want,” You growled. Your hands nimbly reached down to undo his belt and leather pants, shoving them down his legs.

Colby leaned back, cockily putting his hands behind his head. You raised your eyebrows as his cock laid flat against his stomach, looking up at his face. “What’s that face for?” You questioned. Colby shrugged, looking down at your dripping cunt. “Oh nothing, i’m just waiting for you to take what’s yours,” He replied.

You reached down and grabbed his cock, balancing yourself as you sank down lower. His shaft stretched you out much more than your husband, your thighs shaking as you moved your hips downwards. You threw your head back as you bottomed out, gripping onto Colby’s shirt as you adjusted to his size.

“Well would you look at that,” Colby muttered. You looked down, the outline of his cock visible through your stomach. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. “Is that safe?” You questioned, unsure of how to react. You had never been in this predicament, your husband no where near the size Colby was. The brunette chuckled.

“I guess what depends, does this feel good?”

He slowly lowered his hips, before pushing them back up into you. You groaned at the sensation, his cock rubbing against your g spot. “Fu-ck yes,” You answered. Colby grinned mischievously, leaning forward. “Lift yourself up for me, let me fuck you like the filthy slut you are,” He ordered. He traced your jawline with his thumb as you readjusted yourself on his knees.

In a swift motion he grabbed your face, forcing your lips to pucker out like a fish. “The fact you thought you could dominate me even for a second is cute, but don’t ever-” He began, rolling his hips into you slowly. He was going mockingly slow, ensuring you felt every single inch of his cock. “Ever, think you’re in control,” Colby snarled. The two of you locked eyes, your walls milking his shaft with every filthy word he spewed out.

“Fuck you’re hot,” Colby groaned, releasing your face. He hand slithered up to your throat, lightly applying pressure as he picked up the pace. You moaned loudly as he fucked you, the outline of his cock visible with every thrust he made. “Thats right, let everyone on this floor know who fucks you this good,” He growled, relishing in the sweet sounds of your uncontrollable moans.

His fingers tightened around your throat, your airway restricted as he provided you an addictive euphoria. “Colbs, fucking shit-” You babbled, unable to form coherent sentences. The nick name you spewed only made Colby pound into you harder, his thrust merciless. “You’re so pretty like this, you’re going to look even prettier full of my cum,” Colby groaned, testing the waters.

You grabbed his wrist, squeezing it for support as he abused your cunt as he pleased. “Please cum in me, I need it,” You begged. Your words were music to Colby’s ears, an irresistible smile dancing across his lips. He could feel your body tremble at the idea of being bred, the brunette feeling cocky. “Yeah? Want me to breed you? Make you mine?” He purred. You babbled words of agreement, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucked you.

“Please, i’ll do anything,” You begged. Colby smirked as he released your throat. “Go ahead then, ride me. Make me cum and i’ll breed that tight little cunt of yours,” He ordered. His thrust had come to a sudden halt, the knot that was previously forming in your stomach beginning to subside. In a panicked motion you began to ride him, pawing at his chest for support as you bounced up and down shamelessly on his cock.

Colby took the opportunity to grab your ass, squeezing the tender flesh as he guided you. “Look at that, riding me like a bitch in heat. You really are my personal whore, aren’t you?” He asked mockingly, the two of you locking eyes. You nodded, grinding down on his cock. You could feel your orgasm approaching, your grip on Colby’s shirt tightening.

“Fuck yes, i’m all yours Colby,”

“Then cum for me so I can make you mine,”

You lowered your hips one last time, your thighs trembling as your senses went white with ecstasy. Your high only got better as you felt Colby cum inside of you, coating your inner walls. His seed was warm as it filled your cunt, Colby’s cock still buried inside of you. The brunette slowly gripped your waist, guiding you off of his cock gently. You could feel his cum drip down your thighs as you sat on your knees, panting as you tried to catch some air.

Colby couldn’t help but admire you. Your hair was a mess, your lips raw and puffy. Your cunt was dripping his cum, your nipples still perky. You were beautiful. He leaned forward, lightly tracing your jawline with his thumb.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You were dazed as Colby carried you over to the bathroom, hardly registered him sitting you down in the bathtub. It was larger than you expected, the warm water beginning to puddle at the bottom. You brushed your hair out of your face, attempting to gain some decency.

“So,”

“So?”

“Does this delinquent know how to fuck or what?” Colby asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes, giving him the middle finger. The tub began to fill quickly, Colby reaching over and pouring a flower scented bubble bath into the faucet. He began to undo his shirt, heading towards the door. “Where do you think you’re going?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Colby turned around a bit more sheepishly than he would’ve liked.

“I don’t know, thought you’d want space,”

His words stung, a reminder of the fact your dynamic was nothing more than a sex filled affair. You brushed off the stinging, deciding you wanted him to be near you. Even if that meant shoving aside your ego.

“Shut up and get in the tub,”

You had never had intimate moments like this with your husband. You laid against Colby’s chest, your shoulders relaxed as he washed your hair from behind you. He worshipped you, his fingers currently occupied by scrubbing and massaging your scalp. He was so gentle with you, a dramatic contrast from the way he was moments ago.

You couldn’t believe you had put your ego aside enough to be in this position, your eyes fluttering shut as Colby bathed you. He placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, soaking in the privilege of your presence. You both had lost track of time in that bath tub, both of you rambling on about your drastically different lives.

Colby, whose last name turned out to be Brock, had a bit of a social media following. You didn’t realize Youtube was such a popular social media platform, your time mostly spent on facebook or instagram. You had a responsibility to support your husband to the public eye, one that couldn’t be ignored by watching internet videos. He told you all about Sam Golbach, a blonde headed friend of his who you learned he’d rather die without.

You couldn’t help yourself, you began rambling on about your own life. The yoga classes, how often you cooked, your current beef with your maids. You liked that Colby listened intently, asking questions and paying attention. You felt like the center of the universe, droning on about your life and useless husband. Time seized to exist, until it came to a halt.

Your eyes opened to see the sun rising over the horizon, the opened bathroom revealing the orange and pink skies. “Fuck, I have to go soon,” You muttered. Your husband would be waking up in an hour or so, undoubtedly going to question your absence. Colby noticed the hint of sadness in your voice as he washed the suds out of your hair.

“Let me finish washing your hair, okay?”

“Okay,”

You would take any excuse to be around the delinquent you couldn’t resist.

#sam and colby #sam and colby smut #sam golbach #colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #sam golbach smut #sam golbach x colby brock #sam golbach x reader

[l1tw1ck]

Bottom!FTM Alex x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | AFAB Language Used

CW: Daddy Kink, Face Fucking, Rough Sex, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Choking, Dom/Sub, Dacryphilia, Orgasm Denial, Creampie

📝 W.C 1,103

You've been married to Alex for over a year, and everything's been great up until he started doing things that pissed you off.

He once bought dozens of eggs, even though you have your own chickens, and stuffed the fridge full of them. You had to give them out to the town while he cried about 'protein'.

Or the other time he left his workout equipment all over the house. Or when he dropped a dumbbell on the machine you were building, it was for the best, but it didn't stop you from getting mad.

You graciously let it go every time but the anger was building up. And you finally snapped when he started to flood the bathroom during his bath, the water started to slip through the door and ruin the new wood.

You open the door angrily, seeing Alex standing over the flooding tub half naked, only wearing panties and an undershirt.

You shut off the water and pick him up by his neck, slightly choking him. "You're getting on my last nerve."

Alex smirks.

"You did this all on purpose, didn't you?" You growl and drag him into the bedroom and drop him onto the bed. “Why?”

He shivers beneath you, biting his lip and looking at you with slight fear on his face. "I did.." He whispers. “I wanted you to be rough with me…”

“You want me to be rough, huh?” You pull your half hard cock out and pump it to full hardness, Alex watching intently. “Come here.”

Alex scrambles off the bed and kneels in front of you.

“Apologize.” You tease the tip of your cock on his cheek.

“I- I’m sorry, Daddy.” Alex tries to maintain eye contact.

You move your cock to his lips and he immediately opens them. “Your body should only be used to take my cock, not to annoy me.” You tug on his tank top, ripping it apart.

Alex moans, in complete agreement with you. You slide into his mouth and grip his hair, forcing yourself all the way down his throat before creating a rhythm. Tears sprout in Alex’s eyes as you ruthlessly fuck his face. He holds onto your legs tightly for balance, happily taking your cock despite the discomfort.

“See how well you're taking me? This is your only purpose.” You grin. You and Alex have already established that he's yours before anything else. Your husband, your slut, your cocksleeve. And he embraces those titles with a wide grin or a tear stained face.

He rolls his eyes back in pleasure, wanting so desperately to touch himself but knows he can't. He just kneels there and takes it like a good boy. It almost makes you want to go easier on him. Almost.

“I’m lucky I was out taking pictures,” You grin, shaking the small camera hanging on your neck. “Now I can immortalize this pretty little face. Stay still for me.” You move your hand away from his hair and onto the camera, snapping shots of his expression.

You don't take long, but for Alex it feels like he was cockwarming you forever.

“Are you hungry, sweetheart?” You ask. “You want Daddy to cum in your mouth?”

Alex moans, trying to nod.

“Work for it.”

Alex quickly gets to work, bobbing his head and deep throating you.

“Attaboy.” You groan. “Doin’ so well. ‘M already getting close.”

His cheeks flush red, batting his long, wet eyelashes as he continues sucking you off. Your words ring through his ears, the praise and your tone almost makes him come untouched.

You thrust into his mouth a few times before coming down his throat, Alex accepting it all eagerly.

You move him off you and point to the bed. “Head down, ass up.” You command. Alex scrambles onto the bed, doing exactly as you said.

You climb up behind him and pull his underwear down. “You’re drenched.” You prod your thumb against his hole. “So desperate…Such a stupid way to get what you want.” You spank him. He apologizes the best he can with his throat sore from having you fuck his mouth.

“Don't do it again, or you’ll be sleeping over at your grandparents for a few days.” You spank him again. He whines at the thought of being deprived of sex.

You spank him a few good times, until his ass is sore and any slight touch makes him squirm, before finally entering him. You don't grace him with any time to adjust, fucking into his tight warmth with hard, fast thrusts that knock the wind out of his lungs.

You wrap your hand in his hair, pulling him back to hear his moans. You snap your hips against his ass, creating obscene noises around the house. At least your bed doesn't creak anymore.

“Ah- Da- Daddy~!” He moans, drooling from how rough you're treating him. “Yes- yes-! Fee- feels so guh- good!”

You spank his sensitive ass cheek, his pussy squeezing your cock in return. He’s such a slut, you think to yourself.

“I’m yo- your who- whore, Daddy~! So clo- close~!” His eyes roll to the back of his skull, drool dribbling down his chin. You stop your movements completely, robbing him of his orgasm. “Nngh- no- Daddy? Please- please-” He starts to sob.

“Did you forget? This is a punishment.” You turn him onto his back. “You can come when I do.” You wrap your hands around his neck, giving you stability as you fuck your poor fucked out husband. You watch gleefully as tears fall down Alex’s cheeks, he's always prettiest when he's crying and taking your cock.

He manages to choke out a warning every time he feels close, earning him multiple praises and making it harder for him to not come.

“Good job, warning Daddy like a good boy.” You kiss his forehead.

Alex tells you to stop again, unable to handle your words. You pull out and jerk off over his stomach, one hand on his neck. He watches in anticipation for you to spurt over his torso and finally give him his own release, only to have that taken as you enter him again. Maybe you'll come inside instead, he giggles to himself.

You use your free hand to rub his clit, bringing him closer and closer. “Come for me, sweetheart.” You urge as your climax approaches.

Alex doesn't ask twice, legs shaking as he squirts on your cock. You fill him up soon after, warming his insides with your spend.

“That's the last time you’ll come tonight.” You promise, looking at him with an evil grin.

#wicks🕯works #wicks🕯requests #top male reader #male reader #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley x male reader #stardew valley smut #stardew valley alex #stardew valley alex x reader #stardew valley alex smut #sdv x reader #sdv smut #sdv alex x reader #sdv alex x male reader #����️alex #🕯️sdv

[moonlight1110]

Warming up to you ♡

Ghost x Reader ; College!au fluff miniseries

Tags: VERY quick reads, far from canon Simon, fluff, strangers to lovers!!!!!!!!!!!!!, college!au

PART: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

"You caught my cold didn't you"

Sent 1:31pm

"No, I'm perfectly fine."

Sent 1:32pm

"Simon, be honest with me. You're sick, aren't you?"

Sent 1:33pm

"Yes"

Sent 1:34pm

"On my way"

sent 1:34pm

It was the end of the month, you passed your assignment and all that was left to do was wait for the results. However, you didn't spot Simon in class when you walked in to submit the assignment.

You sighed, shaking your head as you realized he did in fact, catch your cold. You texted him immediately, and with the way he responded, you knew you had to check up on him.

Knock, knock, knock

Heavy footsteps approached the door as you waited outside. Simon's glaring eyes met yours as he peeked out from the small crack in his door, immediately softening once he saw that it was you. "Hey there, you feeling alright?" You ask concerned upon seeing the bags under his eyes.

"Not really, no..." He grumbled, stepping aside to let you in. You give him a reassuring nod as you enter, carrying a plastic bag just as he did for you.

"Medicine? You didn't have to buy me any, I still have a bunch" he looked at you intently as you started pulling the items out. "It's not medicine, I bought you food and some cooling strips" you smiled warmly, feeling bad since you knew he caught his cold from you.

He nods, sitting down beside you. Simon watched you pull the items out, slowly leaning his head down on your shoulder, the sudden weight made you gasp a little bit and you stiffened up to take the weight of his body on yours.

"I'm sorry... This is all my fault" you mumbled, looking over at Simon who had his eyes closed. He hummed, shaking his head slowly.

"Don't worry about that..." He whispered against the shell of your ear, making you shudder a little.

"L-let's get you to bed, come on" you hooked an arm around his torso, slowly standing up with Simon still leaning into you. With how big he was, it was difficult trying to get him on his bed without stumbling.

You tried to set him down slowly but you lost your balance, accidentally making Simon plop down on his bed harder than you intended, with your body almost on top of his, hovering just a bit.

"Oh shit— I'm sorry" you chuckled, Simon scoffed, finding the situation a little funny as well.

You tried to get up from him, but a soft grip on your wrist made you stop to look down at him. His eyes were half-lidded, a small smile on his lips as he looked into your eyes.

"Stay..." He whispered, voice lower than usual due to his cold. You blink, feeling heat rising to your cheeks rapidly as Simon pulled you closer, laying you on top of him.

"Simon, what are you..." Your voice trailed off as Simon looked into your eyes, rubbing your back. "What?" He whispered, eyes glued to your lips.

You shake your head with a sigh as you looked at him, feeling guilty for being the purpose of his cold. "You never should've gotten in bed with me when I was sick... Now you have a cold and it's my fault" you furrow your brows.

"I said don't worry about that..." His voice was soft, almost a whisper as he found you cheek with his hand, caressing it gently as his eyes went from your lips to your eyes, his breath hot.

"No... let me worry" you sighed, closing your eyes as you laid on his chest. You felt the vibration of Simon laughing gently below you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he slowly flipped the two of you over on your side.

"If you're so worried then why don't you get sick again so we can be sick together?" Simon jokes, cupping your cheek in his palm, stroking it gently with his thumb.

His skin was hot against yours and his gaze even hotter as he never broke eye contact with you, his touch ever so gentle, a stark contrast to his hard exterior.

Silence falls over the two of you, but it was comfortable and pleasant... And slowly, as Simon continued to look into your eyes, he leaned in, and you found yourself doing the same.

With closed eyes, you felt his breath dancing on your lips as it brushed against yours, making you breathe heavier. His thumb moved to glide over your bottom lip... And finally your lips connected.

You hummed, finding Simon's cheek with your hand as you replicated his soft caress. It was a soft and sweet kiss, something that you both needed.

"I've wanted to do that for a while" he confesses with a small laugh after you part. His face flushed as he looked into your eyes. It was sweet.

"Let's talk more later... You need to get some sleep"

#cod mw2 #simon riley imagine #tf 141 #tf141 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost headcanons #ghost #ghost cod #ghost fanfiction #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fluff

[evilvvithin]

76 kiss prompts ft. König ⇨ #2 “Kiss on the forehead"

⇨ prompt masterlist

didn't sleep for 2 days and i'm horny and all i want is to tease könig till he just hnnnnnnng you know. Warnings for big tease (you tease him without even knowing and then on purpose), grinding, obsessive & protective König. Alcohol mentions. Reader is female.

“It's an important moment in the life of my friend. König, please.” 

He only growled annoyingly under his nose in reply and kept staring into his phone. Pubs and drunk people really weren’t his thing, you knew that. You disliked drunks yourself. None of you had anything against having a drink there and there, but getting black-out drunk was disgusting to you both. If you could, you’d stay home with König and just have a lovely, calm evening with maybe a little bit of Schnapps and a home-cooked dinner. Moving to the bedroom, you went through your clothes till you found the beautiful black dress you bought just yesterday, especially for this occasion. Can’t just come to a friend's engagement celebration in jeans and a hoodie, can I? 

“I’ll excuse you then,” you said and grabbed your bag, ready to leave.

König raised his eyes from the phone, widening them as soon as he saw you.

“You are going in that?” His finger pointed at you. 

“Uhm… yes, I am?” 

Mein Gott, he shouted inside his head. She’s insane.

“Why? Don’t like it?”

“No, I mean-” he coughed and got up quickly, grabbing his jacket. “It’s perfect, too perfect.” Seeing your eyebrows raise at his sudden change of mind, he continued: “I’m going with you, there’s no way you are going out alone in that.” 

Not letting anyone even touch you, and I’m telling you they would love that if they saw you, Schatz. Du bist schön, he continued but only in his mind. Damn, too beautiful. His jaw clenched at the sight of your naked shoulders and collarbones, framed by thin black straps of the dress. Your collarbones, he loved them. Offering you to carry the bag, both of you entered the darkness outside to meet your friends.

~~

Everything around you was loud. Your head was starting to be dizzy from all the noise and you started to check the clocks more often. 

“Can’t believe you got him out with you!” Your friend shouted at you.

Not wanting to yell back across the table as suddenly everyone started to cheer and pick up their glasses, you just nodded towards your friend to acknowledge what she said. You had a feeling you knew why König went with you, but you wanted to believe that he coud maybe learn to enjoy going out a little bit. Glaring at him, he was sitting at the other side of the table where he had enough personal space around him as people were mostly grouping at your friend’s feet. He had the same look on his face as when he was focusing on his target throughout the sniper scope, but this time he was giving this face to a guy sitting next to you. 

“One more look at the top of her dress… one more inch closer to her…” König was whispering to himself slowly, not letting his eyes off of the man. 

You’d lie if you said you didn’t like this about him. You really felt like you were his, even though he kept telling you he is yours, and he had your back all the time, be it danger or  random drunk. He never admitted he’d be overprotective or possessive, “I’m just making sure you are safe” was always his reply. 

Your smile was paused by the sudden smell of cigarettes and cheap whiskey coming from the guy next to you. Your nose wrinkled and you covered your mouth. Was he even one of your friend’s friends? You never saw him before, but afterall you didn’t know everyone of your friend’s attendants here tonight. All muscles in König’s body tensed up like a cat ready to jump at little mouse, but seeing you just walked away from the guy without him even noticing because of how drunk he was, he made himself comfortable in the small wooden chair. 

“Having fun, I see?” You laughed at him and sat on his lap. 

“Mmm, now I do.” 

Giving him a What do you mean look, you felt his bulge pressing on your ass as it was growing. Looking quickly around you, everyone was just focused on the engaged duo and yelling over each other, too busy keeping their glasses full. With a smirk forming on your lips, you wiggled your ass on his lap making him twitch. Just feeling him grow under your movement, through his jeans and your underwear, made your own cunt hungry for him.

“Fu- stop,” he swallowed his words. 

His large hands trailed up your waist, perfectly lined in the tight dress. 

“You know what we should do?” He whispered and leaned closer to you.

Grinding more against bulge, but making sure no one can notice, you replied: “Go home?”

He breathed in and out deeply, trying to calm himself down. Cupping your cheeks rather roughly and bringing your face even closer to his, his hands loosened the strong grip on your cheeks as you slowly stopped moving, focusing on his half closed eyes. They quickly jumped across everyone in the room, realizing not everyone is occupied with their business like minute ago. 

Placing a warm kiss on your forehead, he whispered: “Verdammt recht,” his voice all raspy. “You’ll have to keep that nice ass of yours againt my crotch till we step out, so others won’t see how much you drive me nuts.” 

#drabble #könig #call of duty #könig x reader #cod mw2 #könig x you #call of duty x reader #könig cod #smut #x reader #könig mw2 #call of duty fanfic #mari.fic

[cho-aaacho]

Happy Summer Days

Masterlist I Archive of Our Own

"Hey, wait..."

"Uh, Albert?"

You turned your body, gazing towards the voice that called you. You could see his beaming face from the distance, his face pulling into a smile as he grew closer to you.

You chuckled. You always received the same response every time he smiled at you like that. 

You stop walking and stand still in front of the bakery. The smell of a chocolate cake floats into the atmosphere. You waited until the figure approached, so you could see his face more clearly. He looks just like your savior.

As he gets closer, you can smell his summer sweat dripping down from his forehead to his neck. A rosy color crosses across his cheeks, tinted with a natural hue.

You have no idea why someone would dress like that during summer. With that black turtleneck and suit, he would die from the heat. But he seemed to don't care about them. He doesn't care about his looks, even if you call him goofy.

Albert pointed at the bakery and both of you walked into it. Both of you sat beside the window and he ordered a chocolate cake and iced Americano. Although you are not a fan of coffee, you ordered the same menu as him.

You frowned but after seeing Albert's soft eyes gazing at the bakery decorations, a smile formed on your face. "So... What's going on? You look happy."

Albert turned his head to you and touched your fingers. "Happy Summer Days!"

You giggled. He said those words so suddenly, like, something special had just popped up from his head and he immediately shared them with you. His eyes formed into a smile like a crescent moon. You didn't say anything, but shook your head and held back your laughter.

He swiped a red box with a blue ribbon on the top. He looked at the table, avoiding eye contact. You didn't understand what "Summer Days" meant; you had never heard of it in your life. But, since Albert said it with so much emotion and love, you didn't ask him about that.

After some time, he said, "Um... I bought them when I was working abroad. I thought... perhaps you'd love them."

Once again, a warm smile formed on his face. His eyes filled with compassion and his presence was calm and welcoming. He asked with a kind smile. "Open it."

You nodded.

You opened the box gingerly, fearing that you might end up ruining the box. You planned to save this box for later as a memento at your apartment. You looked at each other for a moment, sank into a solitude.

"Albert?"

"You like it?"

It was a plushie - a bunny with big eyes. It had creamy almond-colored fur, soft long floppy ears with a sweet embroidered face and rosy pink cheeks.

You looked at Albert in disbelief. You hadn't received a gift from anyone recently and this plushie... it was just too cute. The plushie felt so huggable; it was like holding a little ball of fur. It almost seemed like a real bunny. Albert noticed the sparkle in your eyes, he giggled and seemed proud of his gift.

His face turned serious. "I asked Alex. She's helped me to get this stuff; I heard these plushie are popular. So, I thought it would be nice to give one to you. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Albert," you said as you snapped your finger.

He rubbed his palms together and said calmly, "Oh, you can pretend that plushie is me when you miss me."

You smirked. "Oh, pretending that this bunny is you?"

Something weird just popped up in your head. You know it's always fun to tease him in public, making him flustered with those rosy cheeks. "Oh, so. I can do this?"

You closed your eyes and placed a small kiss on the plushie.

"...and like this?" and hugged the plushie tightly against your chest, felt the plushie in your embrace. Rubbing its head softly, you smiled down at it.

"Also,"

"Hey! Don't do that in public. It makes me think weird things when you do that!"

He couldn't believe that you were doing this in a public place. Did you intend to tease him? Of course, you did this on purpose. You could feel the nervousness in him, and it made you warm from the inside. You were surprised about how nervous he was.

"But, Albert, you said if I miss you-"

"Oh, God. Yes, of course I said that. But, not to do it in public."

#resident evil #resident evil wesker #wesker #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #wesker x you #wesker x reader

[meowkn]

haiii ummmm can u do the thing u did with bimbo reader x nanami but jean erm thanks yay :D

Jean x Bimbo!Reader

HELLOOO, I had so much fun with this. I absolutely love you for asking this anon. Like I am such a Jean girl, you don’t even understand. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING.

Jean was such a womanizer before he met you, which is no surprise. Jean will admire a gorgeous woman when he sees one, but the moment you walked into that bar he knew he would never set eyes on another girl again. The moment you walked over to the bar and ordered your little cocktail he was moving towards you.

- Jean is absolutely and utterly obsessed and I mean OBSESSED with you. He will flaunt you and show you off any chance he gets.

- He needs to take care of you, he just feels the need deep down in his bones and he’ll get upset whenever you deny his help. “Hey, pretty girl, let me help you with this.” “Oh, no, I’m fine.” He’ll be pouting for the rest of the day.

- You broke a heel ONCE and now he carries a pair of flats with him just in case your feet hurt or if you break another heel.

- Jean adores it when you dress up for him and he loves it even more when you let him pick out your outfits.

- Connie and Sasha teased the hell out of him when they found out you two were dating, but, he took it with pride, he’s never once felt embarrassed about dating you.

- If someone is flirting with you in public he will not hesitate to pick you up and sling you over his shoulder.

- He is so passionate with you, just so soft and sensual.

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- If you’re blabbering about some random topic he’ll just start kissing your hand and muttering small little “Mhms.”

- BODY WORSHIP. He just loves your body so much, especially when you wear those short dresses and small tops. He will make sure that you know every part of you is perfect and loved.

- Never treats you like your dumb and is unbelievably patient with you. He finds your airheadedness cute in a way.

- All for PDA, will kiss you or touch you anywhere, again, he loves to flaunt you in front of people.

- Before you got married you had matching bracelets which he now keeps tied to his keychain and smiles every time he sees it.

- You got lost one alone time on vacation and now you have to hold his hand whenever you go outside together, even if you’re just walking to the car.

- Will drop anything and everything to help you out, if you need help moving something or finding something, no matter if he’s working, hanging out with friends, he will come running to your side.

- Memorized every single makeup product you use, so whenever he goes out shopping he buys them when he sees it, even if you don’t need anymore.

- Loves to wash your face when you’re drunk.

- After he took you home from the bar, some of his friends asked if he “hit” and how good it was. “She fell asleep in my arms knowing she doesn’t have to deal with assholes like you.”

- You are so spoiled by this man it’s insane. He will buy you so many things unprovoked and when you protest, he’ll put a finger to you mouth and say “Hush.” and proceed to give you a haul of everything he bought you.

- Absolutely decked out his truck just for you, everything you could ever need is in there, pads, makeup wipes, water, snacks, EVERYTHING. You tried to sit in the backseat once and he snapped at you. “Get your ass up here, before I haul you up here myself.”

- Never let’s anybody but you ride in the front with him. You are his passenger princess.

- Definitely has a bunch of lewd pictures of you in his phone, and he’s definitely printed a few out.

- Will purposely attack you with kisses after you just finished your makeup. He loves the look of your lipstick smudged against his lips.

- Purposely forgets his lunch at home just so you’ll bring it to him and he’ll have the chance to see you.

#jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein x reader #I want to write a fic abt him now #jean kirschtein headcanons #aot jean #jean kirschtein imagine #hes so fine #hes so boyfriend #i need him

[tommina]

Reminders of You

Pairing: Shotaro x reader

genre: fluff

warning: non

disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes, what happen in the story is not real. This was not my idea proper credit goes to Callanton ❤️

Shotaro had a unique way of expressing his feelings for you – through the things he bought. Everywhere he went, he seemed to find something that reminded him of you, and he couldn't resist buying it. Whether it was a cute trinket or an expensive item that stretched his budget, if it reminded him of you, he had to have it.

One day, while you were fast asleep, your phone buzzed with a new message from him.

Taroro <3: "Look what I got :D This kinda reminds me of you!!"

Attached was a photo of a beautiful necklace with a charm that resembled a key, just like the one he had. You couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness, even in the middle of the night.

His obsession didn't stop there. Whenever he visited his hometown on vacation, he would go on shopping sprees, coming back with a bunch of plushies, keychains, and stickers that looked exactly like you. His room was starting to look like a shrine dedicated to you, with plushies scattered everywhere and keychains hanging from his bedpost.

He would proudly display a keychain that looked like him on his bag, hoping you'd do the same with the one he bought for you.

"Hey, I got this keychain for you," he said, handing you a small wrapped package. "You can hang it on your bag or wherever you want. Just please, show it off," he added with a shy smile.

You unwrapped the package to find a keychain that indeed looked just like him, complete with his signature smile. You couldn't help but feel touched by his gesture.

He loved it when you showed off the things he bought for you. Every time someone complimented the keychain or asked about the plushies, he would giggle uncontrollably.

"Did someone say they liked the keychain? Oh, that's from me!" he'd say, his eyes sparkling with joy.

Shotaro's little shopping sprees weren't just about buying things; they were his way of keeping you close, even when you were apart. And while some might find his actions a bit over the top, to you, they were just another reminder of how much he cared about you.

#riize fluff #shotaro #riize x reader #riize drabbles #riize scenarios #riize shotaro

[hoppingonjim]

also another request: steve playing with someones tits PLEASE he is such a boob man like canonically and i rarely see any smut w it!!!

Motorboating- Steve Harrington

note: nahhh bc I HAVE BEEN SAYING HES A BOOB GUY FOREVERRR i rly hope this is good!!

CW: afab!reader, TITS TITs and TITS, titty fucking, cum play kinda??, playing with breasts, pet names, use of the name princess, a singular possessive comment at the end

“a race car? no, i draw the line there, baby,” he laid below you and quickly after your words a pout drew across his lips.

he sighed, jokingly rolling the eyes and walking two fingers up to the top of your breast, “why not? it’d be fun, please?” large, doe eyes soften with an overly exaggerated pout but you’re unable to keep your stance.

“fine, that’s stupid but fine.” you readjusted your posture on the bed, laying back down completely flat as your eyes nervously followed his fingers and the dollar store car.

he took the toy, dragging it up and down your breast before smirking. the wheels got caught in the fabric of your shirt, a purposeful move by steve, “oh dear, guess we’ll have to take this off.”

“steve-“ large hands decorated in veins were already handling you, lifting you up and pulling the loose shirt over your head. eventually the item flooded to the floor, leaving you in the lacy bra steve had bought for you not too long ago.

“fuck, baby, i don’t know if i still wanna use the cars.” a small wink was sent your way and steve leaned down, pressing his smooth lips onto the curvature of your breast.

at the sight alone you moaned, seeing someone so beautiful treat you beautifully, “stevie,” you could feel the bulge already forming against your knee, and finally you mewled quietly from the feeling of steve being turned on. his hands worked quickly to unhook your bra. he guided you in pulling it off before tossing it down to the floor.

“steve i liked-“ he put a finger to your lip, signaling for your silence before recklessly placing his head between your breasts.

he began to shake his head, going faster to feel the fat of your breasts slap against the sides of his face, “such,” slap, “perfect,” slap “tits” his voice was fading out from the sinful sounds that echoed around the room. but of course, steve harrington couldn’t care less.

he picked up the pace, moving a tight grip to the side of your breast and digging his nails into the skin to pry out a, “fuck baby,” from you. your lips were parted, jaw close to dropping and mouth drowning in whines the more you could feel his hands squeeze and shake your breasts around.

when he pulled away, a string of spit kept him close to your chest until his lips connected with the perkiness of your nipple. “steve, baby, please.” his other hand still remained tight around your breast, squeezing the supple skin and digging his nails under.

you ran your fingers through his hair, breathing heavily at every actions of his. he sucked hard on your nipple, the delicate button swelling up in his mouth already out of sensitivity. his teeth grazed the skin lightly, just enough to earn a wince out of you before he pulled away.

“fuck princess, just wanna keep touching these pretty tits, i’m sure you’d want that too, huh? for me to keep touching your perfect tits,” steve’s lips found their way to your earlobe, his hands mindlessly squeezing and once again pulling on your breasts, “i could fuck these pretty boobs too, baby.”

helpless, you could only nod. over and over. lips quivering as your back arched from the sudden added pain that mixed serendipitously with the pleasure, “please, please do, just keep touching me.”

for a second that seemed like hours he pulled away to unzip his jeans, however he didn’t take them off. for his eagerness he didn’t have time and the needy expression painted on your face only increased his desperation. his boxers fell above his jeans and his cock sprung out. a swollen tip, red and dripping with pre cum moved quickly to rest between your breasts, “fuck baby, gonna fuck these perfect boobs.”

you didn’t have to do any work, and frankly steve didn’t want to lose a grip on your breasts. he squeezed your breasts against his cock and began to thrust.

“steve, stevie, so big,” you could only feel the gentleness of his cock slide in and out of the gap of your breasts, but it felt so perfect. you weren’t able to stop gasping, whining.

steve’s back arched with every soft thrust, his pre cum dazzling on the top of your breasts until he could already feel himself begin to twitch, “m’ not gonna last long princess, f-fuck.”

his hands groped your breasts tightly to press them further against his straining cock. you pressed your elbows against the sides, desperately wanting to milk him. and with a loud groan, he came undone. hot, white cum garnished the creaminess of your breasts.

once he was done gasping for air and cursing repeatedly, he took the tip of his cock and guided it along the cum, smearing it all over your tits, “such a fuckin’ pretty girl, such gorgeous tits.”

“and they’re all mine.”

#eddie munson #stranger things smut #st4 #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #jim hopper #stranger things s4 #stranger things x reader

[jenna-reads04]

I don't want you like a best friend (Emily Prentiss x reader)

Author's Note: Hi! I'm on spring break right now, so I decided to write my first Emily Prentiss x reader oneshot! This is based on the Taylor Swift song "Dress," where y/n is part of the BAU team and is best friends with Emily. In the flashback portion, I didn't really know how undercover agents wear wires, so I just made it up for the purposes of sexual tension. Sorry if it's inaccurate. This is also my first attempt at smut, so sorry if it's bad and constructive feedback is welcome. :)

Disclaimers: I do not own the lyrics to the song or the characters from Criminal Minds! (I also do not own the GIF above).

Word Count: 4.1k

Content Warnings: Soft!Emily, fem!reader, use of y/n, friends to lovers, soft smut (18+ only please), fluff, and bits of Penelope x Derek

****

You and the rest of the BAU team had just finished up a rough case in which you'd had to go undercover in order to seduce the potential unsub, much to your dismay. As much as you'd hated pretending to be attracted to that disgusting dick of a man, it had worked, and the case was thankfully over. Now, a small group of the team had decided to finish the night at a bar to decompress. Emily, JJ, and Penelope were on the dance floor, and you and Derek were sitting at the bar, sipping alcohol. Although your male friend usually took this time to hit on women, you sensed something had recently changed.

Even though the case was over, you'd been wearing a new dress you recently bought to aid in the "seduction." You couldn't help but notice the way Emily had been staring at you ever since you put it on, and her darkened gaze set off the butterflies in your stomach every time.

*Flashback to earlier that day*

"Hey, Em," you spoke through the office door. "Can you come in and help me with this wire real quick? I can't quite reach where it needs to go." You currently had the dress halfway on, your top half just covered with a black lace bra. It's possible you could've tried a little harder to get the wire on properly, but that's what best friends are for, right?

"Okay, I'm coming in," Emily replied before walking through the door. She attempted to avoid eye contact with you, immediately walking around to your backside to help get the wire in place. It needed to be threaded under your bra clasp, so it wouldn't just be hanging loosely and easy to see through your tight dress.

As Emily lifted your bra clasp and her fingers grazed the skin of your back, you had to prevent a gasp from leaving your mouth. Once she'd gotten the wire situated, she came back around to your front with the mic.

The brunette lifted the bottom of your bra strap, being not-so-careful about touching the skin at the top of your breast, and fastened the mic there. A gasp may have accidentally escaped your lips at her soft touch that time.

She finally met your eyes, and a faint blush was resting on her cheeks (or was it just your imagination?). "All set, y/n," she smiled as you pulled the thin straps of your dark blue dress over your shoulders.

"Thanks, Em," you said in a slightly squeaky voice, mentally cringing at the sound. She just grinned at you and began approaching the door when you realized you'd actually need help zipping the dress too. "Oh wait, can you zip me before you go?"

She nodded, moving to your back again. She gently moved your curled, y/h/c hair to the side, fingers ghosting the back of your neck as she slowly pulled the zipper up your back. Your skin erupted in gooseflesh at her touch.

Hopefully she just thinks I'm cold, you thought.

Emily once again walked around to your front, quickly glancing over your body, and you felt a warmth spread over your face at her heavy gaze.

"Look at you," she murmured. "You're absolutely stunning, it's a shame this dress is going to waste on an idiot unsub like this."

The raven-haired beauty started coming closer to you, and you knew your face was growing as red as her top.

You swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. "Well maybe -," and the two of you stepped apart as a knock sounded on the door.

"Y/n, are you ready? We need to get moving." At the familiar sound of Hotch's voice, you were both back in business mode, ready to catch the unsub.

You quickly moved to the door and opened it. "Ready," you spoke firmly and confidently, despite how your best friend's actions and words had shaken up your thoughts.

*End of Flashback*

You were pulled out of your reverie by Derek teasing, "Y/n, if you stare at Prentiss any harder, she might realize you're in love with her."

Your eyes widened at his observation. "What? I am not, I was just zoning out!" you exclaimed over the dance music that was playing.

Derek chuckled, "Sure, and it just so happened to be in the direction where your 'best friend' is dancing against another woman."

You frowned at that, having not realized that Emily was dancing, or rather grinding on another woman. Maybe you read too much into your interaction from earlier that afternoon.

Derek grinned at your reaction, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, y/n. She loves you too - I can tell when Prentiss is trying to drown out her feelings."

You sighed at his words, feeling a bit relieved, but still worried. What if he was wrong?

Then, you noticed someone going onstage at the front of the bar. "Oh God, I forgot Fridays are karaoke nights," you groaned.

Penelope and JJ approached the two of you, having just left the dance floor, the technical analyst bubbly as ever. "Y/N, why the sad face?" She and Derek shared a knowing look before she gasped, "Oh my God, you should totally sing a Taylor Swift song! I've heard you sing, so I know you can!" she exclaimed over the current singer's drunken rendition of Lady Gaga's "Born this Way."

You groaned once again, "I don't know, Pen, I'm not feeling very confident tonight."

"What?" Penelope gasped. "But you look so hot in that dress, and you arrested an unsub in it!"

JJ nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and plus, blue is definitely your color!" she encouraged.

You had to smile at your friends' compliments, they really knew how to hype a girl up. Their words about your dress made you think of Taylor's song "Dress" and the implications it had. Maybe that's how you could confess your feelings to Emily, but would she understand it's about her?

"Do you think I could pull of 'Dress?'" you asked the blondes hesitantly, already feeling the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"Oh for sure!" Penelope reassured excitedly. "You'd sound so hot singing that one!" Derek looked at her questioningly at that comment, and it suddenly became clear why he hadn't been trying to pick up girls that night.

"What?" she smirked at the handsome man. "Don't you worry, my chocolate thunder, you know I only have eyes for you." Penelope kissed him on the cheek, and you shared a smile with JJ at your friends' affection.

"Okay, I'm definitely gonna need some liquid courage if I'm gonna do this," and you went to go get some tequila shots, leaving your friends alone.

"You know she's in love with Emily, right?" Derek asked Penelope, as JJ approached a brunette woman a few feet away.

"Oh, definitely. I may not be a profiler, but I'm not blind either," she laughed, sitting on Derek's lap and placing her arms around his neck. "Wait until you hear the song she's going to sing," she smirked.

****

After taking some shots along with a few deep breaths, you went to tell the DJ what song you were going to sing. You realized there wasn't a wait list when she told you to go ahead onto the stage. I guess at least I won't have time to be nervous then.

Once you were up there, the DJ announced, "Next, we have Y/N singing 'Dress' by the one and only Taylor Swift!" she sent an encouraging smile your way and left the stage.

At the sound of your name, you saw Emily freeze on the dance floor and walk over to Penelope and Derek at the bar.

As the music started, she made eye contact with you and gave an encouraging smile. Your heart fluttered at the kind gesture, and you began to sing.

Our secret moments, in your crowded room,

They've got no idea about me and you.

You couldn't help but make eye contact with Emily as you sang the chorus:

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation

My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah)

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting

My hands are shaking from holding back from all this (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off,

Take it off (ha, ha, ha)

You knew it was becoming blatantly obvious how you felt about your best friend, but you found that you didn't care, as Emily had been blushing since the moment you started the chorus and looked at her. You finished the song with a shocking amount of confidence, and made your way off the stage towards your friends, who were shamelessly and very loudly cheering for you.

"Well, well, well," Derek grinned smugly. "Who knew Agent y/l/n had such pipes!"

Penelope was also grinning widely. "I did!" she exclaimed happily. "I told you you'd do great!"

"Thank you, Pen! I actually ended up not feeling so nervous," you conceded. You glanced over at Emily, who was being uncharacteristically silent, seemingly in her own world. Her eyes were on the bottom hem of your dress, and you smirked at her not-so-innocent gaze.

You then looked back over to the other couple, who were both nodding at you as if to say, "Go on!"

"Hey, Em, do you want to go outside with me for a few minutes?" you asked, smiling at her reassuringly.

She nodded at you, smiling back. "Sure, I could use some fresh air."

****

Once the two of you made your way outside the bar, the light scent of cigarette smoke and someone's rose perfume washed over you. That's when you realized that was Emily's scent, which made sense with the way it felt like home.

After a tension-filled minute of silence, Emily finally spoke softly, "I didn't know you could sing like that, y/n...." she looked down at her shoes. "or that you felt like that." She suddenly looked into your eyes boldly, and a bright shade of pink creeped up the back of your neck at her heavy gaze and the sincerity with which she looked at you.

You suddenly noticed the lack of distance between you, and your body seemed to hum at the closeness. You inhaled slowly, summoning all the courage you had, as it had left your body. "I don't want you like a best friend, Em," you murmured, reaching out to caress her cheek, slowly moving your finger to trace her lips.

She closed her eyes in response, inhaling a light gasp. You moved your hand to the back of her neck, drawing her closer so you could finally place your lips on hers. You'd imagined this moment a thousand times, but you never thought you'd be the one to initiate a kiss. Your best friend usually had a dominant personality, which you didn't mind at all, but she seemed oddly reserved in the moment, as if she'd never expected this to happen and didn't know how to react. You decided to take charge and let her know exactly how you felt right then.

It was tentative at first, her soft lips caressing yours as if she were afraid it would end too soon. She soon parted her lips to invite you in to deepen the kiss, and you sighed into her mouth at the relief you felt from knowing she reciprocated your feelings. You gently traced her dark red lips with your tongue before entering her mouth and tangling your tongues together. She tasted of vodka and the subtle pomegranate of her lipstick, and you thought you'd never tire of her flavor.

When you finally drew apart, you rested your foreheads against each other, wishing the moment would never end. Emily intertwined your fingers together, not wanting to lose contact. She would never admit it to anyone else, but your touch made her feel comforted and safe like no one else ever had.

"My place?" she whispered into your ear, her breath ghosting the side of your neck. A shiver went through your body, and you nodded, having never agreed with a statement more in your entire life.

****

The moment the two of you walked through Emily's apartment door, all of her reservations had disappeared, and she had you pinned to it, holding your arms above your head. Oh, this is going to be fun, you thought as a warmth went straight to your core.

Her lips were on yours, and nothing about this kiss was tentative like the previous one. It was your tongues twisting around each other, teeth almost clashing together with the passion of it all.

The beautiful woman in front of you pulled away to look at your flushed face and body. "You only bought this dress so I could take it off, huh?" And then she was suddenly ripping it off your body with her bare hands. "Good, because I don't like the idea of you seducing that scumbag in it." She flung the tattered pieces of fabric across her living room. "And even though you look gorgeous in it, I'd much rather see it on my floor."

The next thing you knew, she was attacking your neck and collarbone with her lips, no doubt leaving marks you'd have to cover the next day. You let out a low moan as she took a piece of flesh between her teeth, and you could feel her smirk into your neck at the sound. Her hands were all over your body, moving from your back where she unclasped your bra, to your sides, to finally cup your breasts.

You tangled your fingers in her dark hair, unable to keep them away any longer. "Em, I want-" you sighed as she trailed her lips onto the top of your breast, nipping at the skin there softly.

"Yes, sweet girl, tell me what you want."

"Please, can I take these off?" you gestured toward her clothes that you thought had been on for way too long. "I want to see you."

She grinned at your hesitance to ask. "Since you asked so nicely." She grabbed your hand and led you to her bedroom, where you began to lift her shirt over her head to find a deep red lace bra underneath. Red had always been Emily's best color, and you hummed at the sight.

You moved on to unclasp her bra, wanting to see all of her. You traced your hands from her shoulders, over her breasts, to rest on her sides. "You're so beautiful, Em," you murmured, attaching your lips onto her neck as she had done to you.

A sigh escaped her mouth at your actions, but she quickly guided your face to look her in the eyes as she spoke softly, "Oh, my beautiful girl, so are you. You're more gorgeous than I ever could have imagined- and trust me, I have imagined plenty."

A blush crept onto your cheeks at the thought of this stunning woman picturing you naked, as you'd done to her so many times before. You loved how she called you her beautiful girl because your heart had belonged to her for so long now.

She began to take her slacks off so you were in an equal state of undress, and she guided you to lay down on the bed as she climbed on top of you and brought her lips to meet yours once again.

Emily hooked one of her fingers in the waistband of your black lace underwear and parted from your lips to look into your eyes questioningly. You couldn't nod in confirmation fast enough, and she was suddenly pulling your panties down your legs.

She kissed your lips once again, before moving downwards and taking a breast into her mouth, circling your nipple with her tongue. You arched your back off the bed in response, moaning softly as she continued her ministrations.

You ran your fingers through her hair, trying to urge her to move lower to the wetness between your thighs.

"Someone's eager," Emily grinned at you. "Don't worry, baby, I'll take care of you soon enough. I want to make sure your body gets all the attention it deserves." She was moving back to run her tongue along your breasts, and she suddenly placed a leg between your thighs.

You gasped loudly and bucked your hips downwards in response, as she smirked against your breast. Emily then grasped your hips and applied pressure to keep you still, as she trailed her lips down your stomach, getting closer and closer to where you wanted her most.

Once she had reached your lower stomach, right above your core, she passed it over to kiss along your inner thighs. You let out a quiet whimper, letting her know how badly you needed her lips on you. "Emily, please," you whined.

"Please what?" she asked innocently as she bit into your inner thigh, then soothing the spot with her tongue, making a rush of heat go through your core once again.

"Please, Em, I need your mouth- " and before you could finish your request, the brunette had licked a stripe through your glistening folds. "Fuck! Emily," you moaned her name shamelessly as she lifted a finger to follow the same path she'd licked moments ago.

"You're so wet, baby," she moaned. "Is this all for me?"

You nodded vigorously, tangling your fingers in her hair and tugging on the dark strands. "All for you," you confirmed. "Only you make me this wet, Emily."

She hummed, "Maybe I should reward you for your loyalty, then. What do you think, sweet girl?"

"Please, I need you now," and she placed her lips around your clit, sucking hard on the bundle of nerves. "Fuck me!" you shouted, no longer attempting to hold back.

Emily trailed two fingers through your wetness, teasing you for a moment before entering your core. She began thrusting at a steady, but agonizingly slow pace, while flicking your clit with her tongue.

You let out a high-pitched moan, "Oh Emily, please, faster!"

She conceded to your plea, slamming her fingers in and out, managing to hit all the right spots, while suctioning her lips around your clit again. You felt a build-up of the tightening in your stomach as she moved faster and faster.

Soon enough, you could feel the dam inside of you beginning to crack. "Shit, Emily, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me now, baby," Emily encouraged as she began rubbing your bundle of nerves in fast circles with her free hand.

And suddenly, the dam had burst open, you released a high-pitched scream, and your cum was spilling onto Emily's fingers as she continued thrusting them inside of you slowly to ease you through your climax.

Once you had came off of your high and Emily pulled her fingers out of you, she brought them to her mouth and licked your juices off of them. You moaned at the sight, and she rolled over to lay by your side.

In that moment of newfound bliss, you wanted to please this woman more than anything, so you turned onto your side and brushed your lips against hers, tasting yourself on her lips. You moved so that you were hovering above her body, your arms resting on either side of her head.

She pulled away for a moment, looking concerned. "Y/n, you don't have to, I know you must be tired now."

You brought your hand to cup her face, and she leaned into the gentle touch. "Emily, I have never felt more energized, and there is nothing I'd rather do more," you reassured. "Unless you don't want me to, of course."

She smiled at you widely, having never had a partner so willing to please her before. She finally nodded, giving you consent to do whatever you wanted.

You brought one hand down to guide her now soaked panties down her legs, and she kicked them off the rest of the way. You could see her arousal running down the top of her inner thigh, and moaned at the sight of her being this wet for you.

"Oh honey, you were gonna let me leave you like this?" you asked softly.

She nodded in response. "I just wanted to please you, I wasn't thinking about me," she confessed.

"I want you to know that I am always willing to help you feel good, Emily. You deserve just as much pleasure as you give."

And with that, you lowered your head to clean up the liquid that had spilled down her inner thigh, suddenly wanting to taste more of her. Without any warning, you licked through Emily's heat and she shouted, "Fuck, y/n!"

Encouraged by her moans, you thrusted your tongue inside of her as her arousal began to coat your chin and nose. You trailed a finger slowly up her thigh to rub against her bundle of nerves, having no trouble finding the right spot.

Emily was growing embarrassingly close to her release already, the coil tightening in her core. "Faster, baby, I'm so close!" she exclaimed.

You willingly obliged, thrusting your tongue faster in time with the hard circles your finger was making on her clit. Her hips were bucking against your face and her legs trembling as you brought her closer and closer to bliss.

A surprisingly high-pitched whine escaped her lips as the coil inside of her finally unraveled and she no longer had control over her body.

You slowed your ministrations on her clit as she came down from her high and her body lost all previous tension it had. You finally cleaned up the juices between her thighs and she whimpered at the overstimulation.

When you were finished, you laid down beside her, pressing a tender kiss to her lips and resting your head on her chest.

"You are amazing, y/n," she sighed blissfully and you grinned. "No one has ever made me feel so good in my life."

Your brows furrowed at her comment. "You deserve someone who is willing to make you feel as good as you do for them. Anyone who has told you otherwise never deserved your love and attention in the first place," you explained soothingly, wrapping your arms tightly around her waist.

She contemplated this for a moment before speaking, "I guess I'm always worried that I'm not good enough for others, so I overcompensate by giving them too much attention. But with you, y/n, I find myself feeling good enough."

You both laid cuddling in comfortable silence for a little while, Emily gently combing her fingers through your hair. You sighed blissfully, realizing you'd never been as content as you were in that moment.

You looked up at her from where your head was resting against her beating heart. "Em, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, pretty girl. Anything."

"I'm not upset, I was just wondering," you reassured, tracing your finger in lazy figure 8s on her side. "Why were you dancing with those women at the bar?"

She exhaled slowly, moving the hand that was in your hair to rest on the side of your face. "I think I was afraid I'd harmed our friendship when I was helping you with your dress earlier, and I was attempting to drown out my emotions instead of talking to you about it," she sighed. "I guess I just couldn't see your feelings for me."

You nodded in understanding, knowing how it felt to be unsure about others' feelings, especially hers. Deciding to lighten the conversation a little, you added, "You mean the great FBI profiler Emily Prentiss couldn't see my feelings?" you giggled.

She just grinned, continuing to trail her fingers over your cheekbone and jawline. "When it comes to you, my love, all of my BAU training and education fades away in the presence of your beauty, talent, and kindness."

Your cheeks were flushed once again, and your heart felt so full at her kind words that you couldn't help but confess, "I love you, Emily Prentiss."

She smiled and met your lips with hers tenderly before responding, "I love you too, my sweet girl." And Emily's heart finally felt full too.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss oneshot #criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #emily prentiss x y/n #criminal minds fanfiction #soft emily prentiss #emily prentiss is lesbian #emily prentiss imagine

[atarathegreat]

Clubbing Day. Eijiro Kirishima

Any chance he got, Kirishima loved to show you off. Kaminari and Mina suggesting a night at the club was the perfect opportunity to get you dolled up. And you didn't disappoint him. You came out wearing the new dress he bought you, the slit up the leg making him groan as you did a little spin to show off to him. "Absolutely stunning, sweetheart. Now take it off?" Kirishima gave you a lopsided grin. "When we get home, I'll let you rip it off." He loved the way you giggled, your blind trust that he wouldn't decide to stay in and ravage you was cute, as well.

You and Mina wore identical dresses, in the way that hers was pink with the slit on the opposite side, and you two went crazy over it. Complimenting each other and talking about how fun the night was going to be. Kaminari elbowed Kirishima, "Couple of cuties, huh?"

"Yeah. Can't wait to get her home, though." Kirishima chuckled and let his eyes roam over your body, the way your ass jiggled when you walked caught his attention too directly, "She wore that on purpose. No way she didn't." As if he could miss the way you kept glancing back at him, making sure he was watching your every move. Kirishima knew that you were trying to get to him, maybe as a slight punishment for being busy that week. He didn't really mind; you both would have the times of your lives later anyway. Kaminari laughed with him, landing a decent pat on his friends back, "Go easy on the bathroom this time, yeah? Don't break another sink."

Mina had to stifle her laughter as you two walked in front of the boys, hearing their silly conversation. It wasn't a lie. You and Kirishima had broken a sink in that same club before all because you wanted to play around with him.

All through the night people were complimenting you and your clothes, a few guys even touching the dress over your side, but you were a good girl and pushed their hands away. People giving you attention is what Kirishima wanted, he got enough of it from press and fans since he was a hero and he felt that you deserved your own attention from someone other than him. But this guy who wouldn't leave his hands off you was pissing him off. "Baby, c'mon, I've got something for you."

He didn't give a damn about the sink, bending you over it and biting at your neck. With his sharp teeth he'd left marks, scars in the shape of his teeth on your shoulder, biting back into the same spots and licking at the blood that came up. "I don't like how he was touching you." Kirishima grumbled as he used his teeth to rip the top of your dress downward, "I know it's not your fault, but I need to do something to mark you as mine." Kirishima wasn't afraid to show his weakness or insecurities, and you didn't mind in the slightest.

Biting down on your other shoulder pulled a whine from the depths of your chest, the feeling shooting straight through his body as he licked at the fresh blood. Of course he felt guilty for all the pain it was causing you, but he also knew that a small part of you was into it. Deeply. The remainder of your dress was shoved off your hips, left in a heap of fabric at your feet that Kirishima quickly tossed in the trash. "Jump, sweetheart." Kirishima grabbed the back of your thighs, plopping you down on the fancy sink. "Are we gonna break this one, too?" You giggled and helped him with his belt.

"If it breaks, it breaks. What's another scandal in the news?" Kirishima freed his cock, and you were right there with your fingers around it. He was pretty, long and kind of thick with a squishy tip, and you loved the way he hissed when you rubbed your thumb over the slit. "So pretty, Kiri." The look you gave him just made him gently pull himself from your hand and angle to bury into you. "You feel perfect, sweetheart. I'm gonna stretch you until you can't handle it anymore."

Off the bat, Kirishima was rough. He held the sink, ramming himself into you without worrying about whether anyone on the outside could hear you or not. He didn't care. He wanted to leave his mark on your body, let people know that you were his. Especially the piece of shit that thought he could touch you again and again and again.

"Be loud, sweetheart." Kirishima panted into your shoulder, his breath warm and hidden by the way he was making you cry out. "Let me hear you, let me hear what I'm doing to you." As if the way you were scratching up his arms wasn't enough proof that he was destroying you, he wanted you to rupture his eardrums. "Come on, baby. Cry for me, cry loud. Let this whole club hear your pretty sounds." Kirishima pulled you from the sink, ramming into you faster than even he thought possible.

"Kiri!" Your scream was loud, echoing off the walls of the restroom, along with the sticky sounds coming from your connection. Sounds that Kirishima knew meant he was going to have a stain on his suit, but he didn't care. "There you go, baby, there you go." Kirishima slowed down, dragging out his own end.

A light knock reverberated off the door, Mina's voice floating through, "Spare dress on the door handle."

"You planned this, you little minx." Kirishima rubbed his nose behind your ear, "Bet you know that guy, too, huh?"

"The guy was an improvised part."

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MISLEADIN' ME SERIES: CHAPTER SIX

WISH UPON A PAPER PLANE [1 pt.]

⊳ Gojo Satoru x f!reader

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Genre: angst, fluff, sci-fi, cosmology.

Chapter warning&tags : ooc, slight manga spoilers, profanity, mentions of alcohol, mentions of pregnancy, touch-starved!Gojo, slight yandere themes (if you squint);

Words count: ~15k

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[Nov 23, 2019; 10:51pm; hunter's headquarters]

You stared at the contents of the refrigerator in bewilderment. You closed the door and immediately opened it again trying to make sure you weren't crazy. All the chocolate milk you had bought just yesterday was gone.

It's been going on ever since you had another lodger in your workroom; it didn't matter that you bought twice as much of anything when he arrived, it all disappeared as fast as it appeared.

You came to your senses with the click of the kettle boiling. You calmly brewed the tea, automatically added six sugar cubes to the mug, set it on the table, and then began to pick up the things scattered around the room.  

A redhead appeared in the doorway. "Adoptee, borrow me earphones."

Holding the pile of things in your hands, you glanced over your shoulder at Rachel. She was already dressed in a black uniform; her perpetually unruly hair was tied back in a high ponytail, she wore a black mask with small notches on the sides of it, she had a belt around her waist to which a hip harness was attached, and she was holding a pair of boots. "In the bedside table."

Rachel tapped the mask. "And new respirators."

"Top right drawer of the desk."

"And also elastic bandages."

You tried not to roll your eyes. "Look on the bottom shelf in the closet."

When she found everything she needed, Rachel plopped down in your chair and started bandaging her legs. "Who's that in there?" she asked casually, nodding toward the bathroom door, where you could hear the muffled sound of water.

Gathering up all clothes, you tossed them into the laundry basket. "Three guesses," you mumbled.

Rachel raised her eyebrows playfully. Even though she was wearing a mask, you knew her enough to realize she was biting her lower lip right now. "Is there something between ya two?"

"Definitely," you spread your palms apart, as if trying to measure something. "A huge household chasm, for example."

Rachel chuckled as she continued to bandage her legs. "That bad?"

"Well, not really," you said a little hesitantly, stepped closer to Rachel and sat down on the table. "Once I asked him to throw some of his own clothes in the washer, and, uh… he threw his black t-shirt in with my white clothes," it was supposed to sound like an excuse, but saying it aloud only made you bury your face in your palm more making your next words sound muffled. "I don't have any more white clothes."

"Don't ya think he did it on purpose?" inquired Rachel, pulling on her boots. "Ya know, so you wouldn't ask him for anything else."

You took on a blissful look so suddenly that it made Rachel cringe, and question your normality for the umpteenth time. "Nah, I'm not sure of anything anymore. I'm just graciously accepting the trial God has sent me."

"Why don't ya just punch him a couple times?" she turned to you, jumping up from her chair and starting to stretch her arms.

You sighed ruefully, grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. "Calm down. I'll definitely get over this one somehow. A couple more months and I might even be able to put up with his God complex."

A hurried exclamation was heard from the bathroom. "Y/N! Where's my uniform?"

You rounded your eyes indignantly, and Rachel hissed because your grip on her shoulder had gotten too strong. "I put it right on the door in front of your nose!" you exclaimed trying to shout over the sound of the water.

"Adoptee, easy," Rachel whined trying to remove your hand from your shoulder.

You tore your gaze away from the bathroom door and perked up. "Sorry," you mumbled guiltily and pulled your hand away.

Gojo came out of the bathroom. You let out a silent sigh of relief when you saw that he had deigned to get dressed after all. Even though he was already in his uniform, drops of water fell from his damp hair onto his cheekbones slowly dripping down, and your mind was already drawing his protruding collarbones. You slapped your palms gently over your face. What were you even thinking? "Mochi," he turned to you, coming closer and closer. "Did you make tea?"

He had already gotten close enough to stand between your legs when you fumbled for the mug on the table and shoved it at him literally pressing it into his chest, pushing him away from you.

"Thank you," Gojo chirped. When he brought the mug to his lips, his expression changed and he frowned his eyebrows seriously. "You added sugar, didn't you? Otherwise, I won't drink it."

You stared blankly at his face for a few more seconds, and then a nervous laugh escaped your lips. You turned to Rachel, and for a second it looked like your eyelid was twitching. "If I do end up in the electric chair, tell everyone it was self-defense."

Rachel nodded understandingly, and jumped out of her chair and headed briskly for the door, forgetting her respirators and headphones leaving them lying on the table.

"Wait!" you shouted after her, but your exclamation was answered only by the metallic creak of the door slamming shut.

Shaking your head in annoyance, you stood up from the table and picked up Rachel's belongings, and before you knew it, his arms were gently around your waist and he rested his chin on the top of your head. "It was a joke. You know I'll drink poison from your hands, right?"

Dazed for a moment, you tilted your head and looked his fingers that delicately traced the fabric of your sweater. He was becoming more touching by the day. "Enough. The temptation is already too strong," as you continued to look at his hands, your gaze locked onto the black uniform. Will ya be gone for long?"

"I'll try to get back as soon as possible," he said to the reason he held in his hands.

He had to hold on harder because for before he could blink, you slipped out of his embrace. "Okay. If anything happens, text me."

Gojo had long since ceased to boast of his strength at such phrases you said; he comforted himself that you said such things not out of underestimation but out of concern, and the thought was so soft he wanted to drown in it. "I can only write to you if something happens?"

"If I say 'yes', will that stop ya taking pictures of every bush and sending them to me with a note saying they look like me?"

"I don't think so."

You nodded understandingly and looked away, but he noticed the wrinkles in the corners of your eyes. You were smiling. "I gotta go. While Rachel and Issu are still here, I need to give some guidance."

You had barely reached the workroom door when you heard his voice again; you had to strain your hearing, for this time he sounded unaccustomedly quiet. "Say you'll miss me."

You felt nothing but joy. The joy of standing with your back to him so he wouldn't notice your surprised eyes, and when you turned around, there was nothing left of the surprise. "See ya," you threw over your shoulder, and the metallic creak of the door slamming shut reached his ears.

***

The three of you were standing on the practice field.

You screwed the respirators harder into the young man's stiff mask and pulled them apart to make sure they fit tightly. His gaze was off to the side and completely blank. You raised your hand up and made a rotating motion with your index finger. He obediently turned his back to you. You looked him over from head to toe, and rubbing your chin, you pulled him up by his belt, where a small hip bag was attached, and tightened the clasps more firmly. He didn't make a sound - you took that as a signal that he was comfortable. You put your arm around Issu's shoulders and turned him around to face you. "Everything alright? Did the mask fit okay? Straps aren't pulling?"

He only shook his head.

You threw a glance at his black disheveled hair falling over his shoulders, then pulled off your scrunchie and held it out to him. "Put ya hair up."

While he obediently tied his hair, you kept looking at him and thinking about how you'd never heard his voice.

Rachel stood beside him and with her hands at her sides, beat the toes of her boots rhythmically against the ground.

Thud-thud.

Issu had already managed to deal with the unruly strands that were poking out, and he was tying the last knot of the elastic band.

Thud-thud.

He shifted his gaze to you, waiting for further instructions.

Thud-thu—

"Calm down!" you barked in Rachel's direction.

"How much longer?" she whined before you could even utter your word.

"Okay," you turned in her direction and clasped your hands together across your chest, exhaling noisily through your mouth. "Now ya. What aren'twe doing?"

"Don't get kid in trouble," Rachel mockingly high-pitchedly teased you.

"Good," you said with a cluck of your tongue and turned back to Issu again. "Now ya're just going to see what the void looks like and try to get used to the sensation. Ya go out through the first rift you see; Rachel will continue raid alone. Clear?" kid nodded and you pull your phone out of your pocket. "Let's check it out."

While Rachel rolled her eyes irritably, Issu already had his phone at the ready. You unlocked the screens and carefully made sure the dials, down to the seconds, went on simultaneously. "Did ya check your watch against your phone?" you turned to Issu. The kid nodded.

"See ya," you said and took a few steps away from them.

"Finally!" exclaimed Rachel enthusiastically, and with maddening lights in her eyes, grabbed the kid's shoulder. You covered your eyes sharply with your forearm.

A purple glow swept across all visible space like an instant tsunami. It vanished as quickly as it had appeared. You pulled your hand away, and glancing at the darkened crowns swaying in the distance, you sat down on the cold ground and waited for Kyle.  

***

It was past midnight. Gojo shivered as he looked at the figure of you sitting in the distance, shrouded by the restless wind that had risen in the night. Your habit of running out of the house without outerwear at any time of year made him want to either mock you or silently walk over and give you his. Or maybe both. When he imagined you drowning in his jacket, he shyly lowered his eyes to the floor and grinned. After a couple of long breaths, he finally looked at you again, and took a step toward you.

His eyes stung, and he tried in vain to blink away the discomfort. When he gave up, he squeezed his eyes shut and pressed the backs of his palms against his eyelids; a purple flash was imprinted on the other side of his closed eyes.

Finally wiping the discomfort from his eyelids, Gojo opened his eyes, but only to see your figure clutched in another man's arms. You and Kyle were holding each other, swaying from side to side as if dancing; he wasn't sure if the man was saying anything to you, but he was sure he could hear you laughing. He seemed to forget one thing at times, which was your main difference.

You've never been alone.

His teeth clenched involuntarily and hard, and he buried his face deeper into the long collar of his uniform, and immediately tucked his hands into his pockets. When he saw you, he'd forgotten why he'd left the house in the first place, but the tight fabric of the clothes he was pinching reminded him that he had to go on a mission.

Glancing once more at your never-disengaged silhouettes, Gojo in one motion pulled the mask that had been hanging around his neck all this time over his eyes and disappeared before you would have been able to notice him. 

[Nov 25, 2019; 04:02am; United States, Montana, Granite County, Garnet]

You finally sat down on the porch of one of the abandoned houses; the path down the washed-out dirt road seemed impossibly long, and your shoes, covered in mud, felt leaden. Behind the towering trees in the hills around the abandoned town or the chirping of the early birds - you tried to catch a glimpse of anything.

You pushed the container away from you, and, unable to resist any longer, you lay down on the porch and stared up at the night sky. Here, in the wilderness, it was unobstructed and unobscured, the noise of light inherent only in inhabited, living places.

The more you gazed into the high night abyss, the more stars appeared on it; they appeared just as a pattern on a table would appear from beneath a layer of dust as if someone were slowly tracing it with a hand.

Was there anything out there? Beyond the observable universe, beyond the entire universe - anything at all? Swallowing the feeling of something exorbitant and unattainable, you raised yourself on your elbows as if it would help you somehow get closer to the sky. Whether the expanses of the universe drew you in with their mystery or drowned you with their silence, you were only concerned with one question: did they long for you as you longed for them?

With difficulty, you looked up from the sky and glanced at your watch. You'd agreed to meet at four a.m. sharp, but the hands were already past half past four. The insider wasn't coming.

With a frustrated sigh, you stood up to your full height and looked up to the heavens once more; barely touching your fingers to your lips, you blowed a timid shy kiss.

As you picked up the container, your hearing picked up a methodical and approaching tapping sound; it was muffled and barely perceptible. Carefully setting the container down, you stepped out onto the dirt road, and tried to look. At first your eyes caught nothing but darkness, but soon you saw the source of the tapping - a cane, and behind the cane as if out of nowhere, a man holding it.

The closer the man came, the smaller he seemed, and when he came close he was almost a head shorter than you. He raised his head, and from beneath his gray hat you were met by a aged but still shining look; his eyes were adorned with a kindly squint, and he held out a wrinkled hand to you. "How the killers from the North doing?"

"More like from the East," you shook his hand firmly.

The older man's thick mustache muffled the chuckle that escaped him. "The rest didn't bother you?" he unclenched your palm, and rested both hands on the handle of his cane.

You interlocked your fingers together and gave a long hum. "Nah, not really," you said shaking your head slightly.

The old man kept his gaze on you. "Have you lived in the East for a long time?" seeing you shake your head from side to side once more, the old man grinned condescendingly. "From the height of my years, I can say that it was in the North that the first hunter appeared-"

"And I dare not argue with ya," your respectful tone was at odds with your actions. It seemed to the old man that, under his gaze you would give in, yield, and give him - if not from status, then from age - the respect he deserved. And you did. But why did the old man find himself under the gaze of your slightly widened eyes?

He swallowed quietly and turned his gaze back to the container. You were leaning closer to his face inch by inch.

The old man clenched his teeth; he felt as if a huge fanged drooling mouth were breathing down his cheek. He turned sharply in your direction, and you immediately recoiled from him chuckling; there was not a shred of danger in your face, except for a benevolent squint. "Did ya bring it?"

"I brought it, yes," said the old man grimly, and adjusting his collar, tapped a dirty cane on the container. "Only that won't be enough. You know it's hard to come by in the present realities."

You nodded briefly. "I'll bring two next time."

"Six," the old man said.

"Three."

"Five," he persisted.

"Three or I'll take away what ya brought by force."

The old man was glad your ugly smile was hidden by the mask. He pulled a matchbook out of his gray suit pocket and held it out to you.

"Thank ya," you chirped taking the box from him. The old man didn't resist, but walked over to the container and picked it up. Despite his frail build, it was easy for him. You pressed your lips together. "Ya even know where the hunters came from, but where ya came from, ya still won't tell me?"

The man cast a glance in your direction over his shoulder. "Girl," he snorted condescendingly. "Only if you weren't human would I be able to explain it to you."

"Yeah, of course," you muttered idly, turning the matchbook in the palm of your hand. The old man turned to face you, and you gave him another glance. "One last question. Do ya know where Rei is now?"  

Black lines spread across the old man's lower eyelids, and his rounded glass eyes turned black. He took a step back. "No," he hissed.

You rolled your eyes irritably, for the man had disappeared too quickly for a truthful answer. You waved the old man away in your mind, and opened the box pulling out a tiny clear bag, staring at the creamy beige dust it contained. You would have stared at it longer if it hadn't been for the phone notification.

[04:31am] Kyle: Issu came out of the void

[04:31am] Kyle: The kid got bilateral pneumonia and dehydration, but overall, he's fine.

[Nov 26, 2019, 05:37am, hunter's headquarters]  

Gojo stood in the doorway of the workroom; his entire uniform was covered in dust and dirt, but he didn't have a scratch on him - as usual, he had come home infinitely alive.

Half of the desk drawers were pulled out; pens, vitamin jars, notebooks, devices that looked like thin black spider webs, and an inordinate number of written and blank sheets of paper were strewn across the floor - he had a few seconds to look at the mess you'd made, but not enough time to look at you. He was standing with his head against the doorjamb watching you and your every move; you were sitting on the floor, shuffling through some papers, humming something to yourself and moving your shoulders rhythmically, apparently to the beat of the music.

"Are you kidding me?" asked Shoko in a monotone voice. "Get up."

Gojo flopped down on the hospital bed where Ieiri had just changed the bedding and buried his face in the pillow.

"Get up already," she said, but he didn't move. Shoko sighed irritably, but sat down in the chair that was next to the bunk. She knew for sure she would regret her next words. "If you don't want to leave, then just tell me what's wrong already."

Gojo raised his head sharply. "I don't understand!" he exclaimed, and Shoko involuntarily squeezed her eyes shut at the loud sound. "I'm trying to make contact, to bond in some way, to form a friendship, and she!" he almost gasped with indignation. "I even walk around half-naked in front of her, and she looks at me like I'm an earthworm!"

"Disgusted?" asked Shoko wrinkling her nose.

"SHE DOESN'T LOOK AT ME AT ALL-"

Shoko abruptly covered his mouth with her hand, only for him to stop screaming like that. "Stop yelling," she hissed, and he nodded exhaling into her hand in defeat. Ieiri removed her palm. "Form a friendship, you say," she summarized skeptically. "Tell me, how often have you flaunted your bare torso in front of Suguru, then thrown tantrums about him not paying attention to you?"

Gojo opened his mouth, but no words came out; only an inarticulate snort and he turned away from her.

Shoko shook her head and leaned back in her chair. "I don't know what's on your mind, but don't you think you just romanticized the image of her in your head and now you're just pissed off that she's not acting the way you thought she would?"

"I've never done that."

"Oh, really?" she muttered raising her eyebrows. "How much do you know about her anyway?"

Gojo buried his face in the pillow again. There was a quiet, suppressed 'Back off'.

He immediately wanted to leave. He'd come here for comfort, not sticky guilt.

Shoko looked over his motionless figure before patting him on the back. "Well, go find out."

He pulled away from the pillow and finally assumed a sitting position tucking his long legs under him. "And you?" he met her questioning gaze. "Well, how do you feel about her?"

"I try not to cross paths with her at all," she replied dryly.

He glanced at her spitefully. "Why?"

Shoko began to restlessly twirl a curl on her finger. "I don't know. Rachel told me that she does something to hunters that makes them either get stronger or die. Guess the outnumber."

A skeptical grin showed on his lips. He couldn't believe his ears. Such words - and from her? "Are you serious?"

"I'm not fifteen years old," she bellowed, and nervously running her palms over her face, tried to pull herself together. "I'm well aware that it's unlikely she's doing this for pleasure or fun. It's just..." Shoko swallowed, and finding a lifeline in the form of a window stared out of it. "I've had two loved ones in my life who committed questionable acts, but somehow they were regretful, doubtful, sometimes even broken-looking. Even though they tried to hide it, you could always tell and that's okay. No matter how powerful the sorcerers are, they're still human," as he listened to her words, he hadn't noticed how long he'd been looking at his interlocked fingers. "And then... Then I look at her, and... I don't know," Shoko shrugged weakly. "It's like she doesn't regret anything. It's like she has no emotions at all."

Gojo had always believed his best friend. Even now he believed that Shoko was telling the truth. Only it was her truth.

Gojo put his palm to his mouth and suppressed a chuckle when you started humming once more, then moved slowly toward you. He stopped a few inches away, nervously fumbling with a tiny souvenir in his pocket.

His fingers were already a few inches away from the fabric of your sweatshirt as you pulled your head up. When you met his gaze, you pulled out your headphones.

He just needed to say hello. The usual word 'hey', there was nothing complicated about it.

Gojo leaned in to be closer to your face. "It's not even six in the morning and you're already villainizing," he gently rubbed his nose against your forehead.

"Back already?" you asked surprised, getting up from the floor. "Are ya okay?"

He went into a stupor. Up until this point, coming home from assignments Gojo had gotten nothing but short nods, questions about how it went or complaints from higher-ups. "Me?" he questioned dully. "Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine. Except I'm dirty. Uh," confused for words, he bit his tongue. "I-I mean, my uniform is dirty. See?" Gojo tugged his sleeve and let go sharply causing a tiny cloud of dust to rise.

You lowered your head and bit your lip, trying to calm the spasmodic heaving of your chest. "Uh-huh," you muttered quickly putting your palm to your lips. Coughing, you looked up at him again squinting your eyes.

He hid his face in his palms. "If you laugh now, I swear to God, I'll cry," Gojo mumbled.

He barely had time to say the words before you burst out laughing. "Please, just get in the shower," you turned to the computer waving one hand away from him and the other away from the tears that were coming, and he turned on his heels and headed for the bathroom.

Gojo slammed the door shut with force, and walked over to the mirror to meet his flushed face. "That witch," he muttered clenching his cheeks. "Pull yourself together," he quietly slammed his palms on his face.

He removed the mask hanging around his neck and quickly threw his jacket to the floor. Something clanked along with the familiar thud.

There was the sound of a palm slapping against his forehead. He'd forgotten to hand over the souvenir.

That thought made him shower as quickly as possible; he even forgot to apply the rest of (your) moisturizer to his body.

After getting out of the shower, he flew over to the dresser and pulled out a drawer, but the contents - or rather, the lack thereof - made him furrow his brows. Gojo quickly rummaged through all the drawers, but found no clean clothes.

He looked around the bathroom absent-mindedly. All that was left was a towel. 'That's even better,' he thought to himself smiling stupidly.

Gojo slipped the towel over his hips and looked at himself in the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair tucking it back; a few unruly strands did fall into his face. He took a couple of deep breaths and walked out of the bathroom clutching a small gift in his hand. 

You were still standing with your back to him looking at something on the monitor. "I'm not looking," you nodded over your shoulder not looking away from the screen.

Gojo gave a barely audible chuckle. "That's a pity."

"What is it?" you asked stretching the words playfully. He was moving quietly toward you, not paying attention. You flipped your hair to the side exposing the back of your head - he gulped. "Has magic stopped putting clean clothes in the dresser?" You saw something on the screen that made you squeeze your thigh with your hand – it almost took his breath away. "Ah yes, that wasn't magic either. It was me," with a splash of your hands, you turned around and almost collided with his still-water-damp chest. You wanted to take a step back, but the table, which was already close by, hindered you. You looked up at Gojo questioningly.

Gojo had always thought he could take the stares of anyone; here with you he lowered his gaze and stared somewhere around your collarbones. He coughed softly, picked you up by the waist and before you could say anything, he had you sitting on the table.

Taking your hand, Gojo stroked it gently with his thumb as if to see if it was okay. You sat with your face buried in his shoulder not moving. He rested his cheek against the top of your head, his hand moving slowly up your forearm. He lingered on your shoulder and squeezed it gently, and at that moment he prayed to all the Gods that someone, anyone would turn off the damn sound in this world - because his breathing was too heavy and audible. He ran his knuckles down your neck barely touching the thin fabric of the tight collar. Finally, his fingertips sank into the black mask. He couldn't feel your skin, just an unpleasant tingle. He rubbed his nose against the top of your head forcing you to look up at him, and when your eyes met, he finally unclenched the hand that was against your face. Something jingled.

"And this is for you," Gojo smiled. "When I saw it, I immediately thought that, well... That it looks like you," on one of his fingers on a ring hung a keychain. It was a rubbery little astronaut. You couldn't see his face under his white spacesuit - it was hidden under orange 'glass'. The astronaut had a disproportionately large head, and his tiny arms were spread apart as if he were ready to hug anyone.

Seeing you hesitate, Gojo put the keychain in your hand.

The action made you perk up. "Thank ya," you chirped softly. He nodded briefly but contentedly at your words, but he took his time pulling away from you. His eyes widened at first when he felt your palm on his cheek, but when he felt you start to move closer, he didn't know where to look. To the right? To the left? Down? His gaze darted erratically this way and that, afraid to even move so as not to scare you away. When your lips were at his ear, his vision blurred. "Put ya pants on."

Gojo pulled away from you abruptly. "You!" he raised his hand pointing a finger at you. "You ruined everything!"

You jumped off the table and turned back to the monitor. "Look in the closet, I think there was some left over."

Behind your back, you heard a disgruntled muttering and the creaking of closet doors, followed by footsteps and the squeak of a mattress. 

He could hear the familiar clacking of keys. He couldn't get Shoko's words about not knowing you at all out of his head. "How long you here for?"

"Well... I don't even know," you muttered, not taking your eyes off the screen. "We have a town day coming up on December 5th, and Frank's going to kill me if I don't show up there. Which means I need to get as many things done as possible to keep my head down, and considering I'm going on a raid tonight, there's less and less time."

"You mean there won't be any free time at all?"

"What's wrong?"

"Pay attention to me," Gojo asked quietly. "At least ten minutes. Lay with me."    

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. You looked up slowly and saw his figure nestled comfortably beneath your blanket, and you tightened your lips nervously.

"I won't do anything stupid," he said moving to the other edge and patting the seat he'd vacated. "I swear."

"Okay," you replied and walked over to the bed. As you fluffed your pillow, doubt crept into your soul. A viscous and sticky feeling that drowned you like a swamp. Anxiety went hand in hand with doubt, like a person pushing you deeper into the swamp.

You plopped down next to him.

"Gotcha!" he exclaimed triumphantly, and in one motion he was on top of you. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he rested his head on your chest. "There's no escape now."

You rolled your eyes. There he was - both the swamp and the man drowning you in it. "You're heavy," you mumbled softly trying unsuccessfully to shove him off you.

"You have to be patient," he murmured wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. Something crunched in your back. Gojo looked up sharply and seeing the tiny wrinkles on the bridge of your nose, he panicked. "I'm sorry! Does it hurt?"

"Ya know... You should learn to calculate your strength," you said quietly squirming and trying to get into a more comfortable position. 

Gojo loosened his grip a little. "I'll try to be more careful next time," he said and returning his head to its previous position, rubbed his cheek gently against your collarbones as if apologizing. He had experience. Combat, worldly, sexual.

But this was an experience he hadn't had yet.

Your hand was already burrowing into his hair. Water dripped from the still-wet strands straight onto your clothes, but you continued to massage his scalp ignoring it.

"Mochi?" he addressed you softly, and he heard you hum something to yourself. "Where are your parents?"

"Not here."

He hesitated a bit before asking the next question. "What happened to them?"

"Dunno."

Gojo furrowed his brows, and a sense of annoyance made him clench his teeth. The dialog wasn't flowing, but he never backed down either. "Your favorite food?"

The range of topics made you chuckle. "With this job I don't have much choice, so I guess you could say I'm an omnivore."

"Wow, what do we have here?" he playfully inquired raising his head. He began to gently nibble and tickle your sides. "An answer consisting of more than two words?"

You tried not to squirm or roll, but you couldn't. Gojo pinched just above your waist, and laughter burst out of you. "That's it, stop it, STOP!" you tried to pull his hands away.

"I won't do it again," he purred with a satisfied smile. "For now," he added laying his head back down. The tickling turned smoothly into stroking. "And your strength... Is it, well... Is it innate or acquired?"

You flicked him gently on the forehead. "What strength do ya keep talking about?"

"So it wasn't you who came in, snapped your fingers and got rid of the curse king?" he asked ironically.

You grinned. "Well, if that's what it looked like to you, then I haven't practiced for nothing."

"You still haven't answered my question," he pinched your side warningly.

You exhaled noisily removing his hand only for him to stubbornly put it back in place. "More like both."

The next question Gojo asked was kind of in-between, but it dumbfounded you. "What about you and Kyle?"

"Uh," you squinted your eyes and slowly swept your gaze around the room as if there was an answer to that question lurking around here somewhere. Or at least a little clarification. "What about Kyle and me?"

"Aren't you two a little too close?" he muttered into the fabric of your sweatshirt.

"What?" still as perplexed as ever, you asked. "What do ya mean? He's my brother."

"He's no relation to you," he blurted out and immediately felt your muscles tense.

"Now that wasn't necessary at all," you hissed unhappily, removing your hand from his head and trying to push him off of you.

"I'll definitely bite my tongue off someday," he promised holding you in place. He lifted his head and stared at your face. "I'm sorry," he whispered childishly tweaking his lower lip.

"Whatever," you said nonchalantly, returning his head to your chest

"One last question. Did anything happen between you?"

You shrugged. "There was a lot going on between us."

It was as if someone had broken off a piece of his rib and put a smoldering coal in it - just like that, everything in his chest was on fire. "What kind of answer is that?" he spat out.

"What kind of question is that?" you asked indignantly raising your voice, and that made him falter. "Look," you said on an exhale, and it was as if all emotion had gone out of you again. "If this keeps up, I'd better get to work."

"Five minutes," he mumbled. "I'll be quiet, really. Just...," he stammered, and shyly took your hand and put it back on his head. "Just let's lie down for another five minutes."

Instead of answering, you started going through his strands again. Gojo exhaled in relief. When you moved to the back of his neck, his breathing slowed with each movement of your fingers. When you heard him sniffle, you wondered if he'd fallen asleep without eating.

Five minutes seamlessly flowed into eight hours.

[Nov 28, 2019; 10:04pm; hunter's headquarters]

The sound of the waves - whether quiet or restless - always soothed tired minds. Maybe the water shimmering in the twilight mesmerized him, or maybe he didn't have the strength to look up at the horizon standing so close to the edge that he could see the waves licking the coastal rocks.

He had never thought of such a thing, he was too strong in spirit. However, in this moment the real him was as if he were looking at himself from the outside, chained and completely immobilized. It had been more than a year since those events, and he had never been able to talk about his feelings, and the others had not dared to ask: some  of them had no idea that all that time his soul had been torn as easily as an old rag; others had no idea what had happened.

He kept looking helplessly at himself, at the other version of himself that didn't have the guts to take one step forward, either one step back.

"Kid!" Itadori flinched when he heard the loud voice that overrode the sound of the water. He couldn't even turn around on his own - he was turned around by a strong hand that rested on his shoulder. "What ya doing here?" asked Kyle, it was impossible to see in the darkness as he squinted his eyes. "Let's get inside," he nudged the boy lightly and Itadori went forward out of inertia. Kyle followed him.

When they were on the doorstep, seeing Itadori heading for the stairs, Kyle put his arm around his shoulders and turned him toward the workroom.

Kyle sat Itadori down in a chair, threw a blanket over his shoulders, and made chamomile tea. Sitting down beside him, he held out the mug to the boy, but Itadori didn't react. Kyle exhaled worriedly and set the mug on the table. "Tell me about it," Itadori kept staring at one point as he continued. Interlocking his fingers, Kyle leaned over and looked into his eyes trying to find something there. "I know this isn't easy. Try to get one word out of you, and it'll get easier from there-

Kyle was interrupted by a ragged sob. Burying his face in his hands, Itadori bent down and began to shudder with his whole body.

It was always good to vent, but it was much better to tell what had gotten you to this point. Taking the mug, Kyle gently but stubbornly grabbed the boy's chin forcing him to look up. "Drink."

Itadori nodded curtly, took the mug and took a couple of sips. His eyes were as red as his crying face. "Tell me," he mumbled, and his lips trembled again. "Have people ever died through your fault?"

Kyle raised his eyebrows in surprise. Since when do such adult problems have such a childish face? "I don't know how ya'll feel about us after this, but I'll even say more than that. We killed people." 

"You...," Itadori began, but feeling a cry coming up to his throat, he sipped from his mug again. "You mean dioreacts?"

"No," Kyle shook his head nonchalantly. "We got over them a long time ago and just accepted as fact that the fusion process was irreversible. What I meant was that we were killing people. Ordinary people."

"But how come..."

"It just happened," Kyle exhaled grimly.

"How do you handle it?" asked Yuji with broken hope in his voice.

Kyle smiled sadly. "We'll tell you when we will," he patted Itadori on the top of his head. "And anyway... Ya're a huge empath, kid. And with a job like this... Well, I guess that's your truest curse."

Itadori didn't have time to say anything before a redhead appeared from behind the door. "I'm actually here for perfume... What's this?" asked Rachel with suspicion in her voice.

She was wearing a tight black evening dress, and her perpetually unruly hair was styled and tossed to the side. There was the sound of high heels clomping in the workroom as she stepped closer to the boys, and after dropping her clutch on the table, she pulled up a chair and sat down next to Kyle.

Rachel looked at Itadori's face, which was as tearful as it was lifeless, and turned a meaningful glance at Kyle. He only nodded awkwardly pressing his lips together. She wrinkled her nose and sucked air through her teeth as if she'd stubbed her finger on paper. "What, the moral compass has snapped a bit?" she turned to Itadori. "Don't worry, everyone's been through it."

"Anyway, what I wanted to say," Kyle began. "We're having a festivity in town on the fifth. And I'd really like to show ya something, so... Whatever you're up to, leave it, okay?" Itadori fidgeted in his chair and stammered. He only realized what he wanted to do when the other person said it. He nodded shamefully wrapping himself in the blanket. "That's good," Kyle smiled warmly, but the smile abruptly disappeared from his face when he looked at Rachel. "Where ya off to again?"

"On a date," she chirped tucking her hair behind her ear.

Kyle crossed his arms over his chest and planted his foot on his leg. "Isn't it about time ya settled on one?"

"Look, why ya dancing so shitty?" she hissed glaring at him.

"What are you talking about?" he blurted out angrily

"I thought eunuchs weren't supposed to be disturbed by anything!"

"Shut your mouth!"

They were brought out of their argument by a faint chuckle that sounded like another sob. "Look at it," Rachel muttered glaring at Kyle. "Got the kid down again," she stood up, and taking Itadori under her arm, set him on his feet. She was already taller than he was, but in heels, she was a whole head taller. "Let's get out of here, sweetheart. I'll walk ya to your room," she said and putting her arm around his shoulder, she led a flushed Itadori who was no longer crying away from the workroom.

Looking at them, Kyle reached for Itadori's mug, but there was another one in the way - yours, with unfinished tea. The knock made Kyle jerk and when he turned around, he saw the tea spreading over the scattered papers. "For fuck's sake," he reprimanded you for the mess you left behind.

Kyle picked up the mug and took it to the sink. Returning to the desk, he crumpled up all the papers and tossed them in the trash. Wiping down the desk and coming across the pens and pencils, he tossed it into one drawer; seeing the papers, he tossed them into another. Still holding the rag in his hands, he walked over the surfaces of the furniture wiping away the dust.

He had already washed the few dishes in the sink and put them on the shelves. He came to his senses only when he put a pair of sneakers he'd found under the bed at the doorstep of the workroom.

"That's better," he exhaled contentedly, looking around the room.

There was a click behind him, and Kyle looked back, contentment replaced by rage. He clenched his teeth tightly so they wouldn't end up in the throat of the person who'd entered the workshop.

"Well, hey there," Gojo greeted him tilting his head slightly sideways and smiled.

"You're just an asshole, not a teacher," Kyle spat out into his masked face. As he walked out of the workshop, Kyle didn't even nudge him with his shoulder - he didn't want to touch him that much.

[Dec 4, 2019; 09:47am; Hopetown].

The morning was frosty, fresh, but windless, and the road was long, but long ago trampled and learned by heart, and from this took much less strength than in the first times.

But you were accompanied by newcomers - behind you could hear the heavy breathing from the long climb up the slope; someone was swatting from branches and coniferous vegetation; someone fumbled aside when stone chips fell from the high nearby cliffs.

"Y/N," Yuta's panting voice came from behind you. "How much farther is it?"

Yuta grumbled annoyingly when he heard your cheerful voice. "Nah," you chirped brushing a branch out of the way with your hand. "We'll go up now, and then we can see the town. Then all that's left is to go down."

There was a long exhalation behind you, and some unhappy muttering. "Ya didn't train their stamina at all, did ya?" you asked quietly, turning your head slightly.

"Somehow... I haven't had time for that sort of thing. You know, magic and all that," Gojo muttered on an exhale, dodging another branch. "Can't we just teleport?"

"Ya weak or what?" you taunted him. "Move ya feet, come on. We're almost there."

Overcoming the remaining distance, you pulled back one of the coniferous branches that obscured the view. "Welcome," you said, and bent in a mock bow taking your hand aside and pointing the way.

Surrounded by the mountains that threw a white-colored garment over their 'shoulders', surrounded by the vegetation that was now sleeping under the snow, surrounded by the river that had no beginning and ran away somewhere beyond the mountains, there was a town. The houses looked gingerbread, and the snow lying on them looked like icing.

Slowly floating across the sky, the heavy clouds were touching the peaks of the mountains and cutting themselves not worrying about anything. From up here, everything seemed so quiet as if no one had ever lived here.

You cast your eyes upon a distant cliff hidden in the high rocks, and your thoughts were filled with the troubles of the days ahead.

Now all that's left is to descend as carefully as possible.

***

"Careful, it's slippery!" you exclaimed uncontrollably as Maki stepped onto the bridge leading across the river into town, her foot going sideways. Taking her by the arm, you set off forward together.

It was no longer so quiet. There was clanking, clattering, negotiations, shouts and laughter everywhere. There were dozens of trampled paths: from house to house, from house to warehouse, from storage to powerhouse, from powerhouse to bar, from bar to house. Only one path almost covered with snow went somewhere over the mountain into the forest.

Some houses were made of wood, some of stone, and some of both, whatever material and strength was available. Because of the different landscape, all the houses were on different levels and were hidden behind each other, and the snowdrifts hid them as well. The chimney of each house was filled with thick smoke, and the glass windows were covered with patterns drawn overnight during the winter.

There was a thud behind you. When you turned around, you saw Danielle lying in a snowdrift.

"Dany, are you okay-" you faltered as you saw Megumi run up to her, and gently picking her up by the waist, set her on her feet. They held hands.

There was a disgruntled, indignant muttering above your ear. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"You should wear a hat, fancy boy," you said looking at Gojo. "You'll catch cold."

"We're almost here anyway," he said, and smiling, he reached into your pocket with one hand and squeezed your warm palm.

"Okay, okay!" you shouted drawing attention. "We're that way, guys," you pointed to one of the large wooden houses standing on a high hill.

"...look at that, they showed up after all..."

Faces began to show in the windows hiding anger and discontent behind snowy patterns.

"...since when have there been so many of them...?"

People started coming out of the houses. Whether just to spit or to get a better look.

"...They're all kids, has she gone completely insane...?"

You didn't realize how tightly you'd squeezed Gojo's hand. He looked at you worriedly, but there was nothing on your face - the look seemed even emptier than before.

"Hey," he quietly called out to you tapping his finger gently on your cold cheek. "Let's go inside."

You nodded and he led you up the slope. He looked back at you periodically as if he were checking to see if you were missing, if you'd run away - as if he weren't the one holding your hand right now.

Suddenly, something small and fast came at you from the top of the hill - no, not an avalanche - and your eyes only caught a few red strands sticking out from under hat. "Y/N!" the boy squeaked before flying into your arms, and you almost went flying down the hill.

"Hey, Mike," you greeted him, cradling the imp in your arms.

"Where's mom?" he asked peering over your shoulders but only bumping into Gojo.

"I'm sorry, but she's on a raid right now. She won't be back until after the festivity," you stroked his back sympathetically.

"She's always like this," he mumbled frustratedly into your scarf.

"Don't get upset, it's not her fault. She'll come eventually anyway," you tried to cheer him up. You set him on his feet, and noticing that his hat had moved down over his eyes, you corrected it. Tears came out. 

There was a sob that heralded the beginning of disaster. What do you say to a child who's about to cry? That sometimes circumstances are stronger than we are? That tears can't help the grief? Or should you tell him that everything will be fine? Will he even understand what you are trying to say?

The first whimper that came out of Mike's lips was still soft. You put your hand to your forehead in panic trying to think of all the options.

Suddenly, Gojo scooped Mike up into his arms. "We'll be right there!" he exclaimed and you jerked as they instantly disappeared from your sight.

The panic only intensified. You looked around erratically, trying to catch a glimpse of them. What are you going to tell Rachel? That her son was stolen by a madman?

Your heart was stopped from bursting by them also appearing out of nowhere. Gojo's hair was more disheveled than usual, but Mike was hatless, his red hair bunched up in tangles. He sat quietly in Gojo's arms, his eyes full of shock.

"What did ya do to him, you-"

"That was so cool!" squealed a recovered Mike loudly.

"We... We scouted the area a bit. From above," Gojo said shyly, nodding to the sky.

You slapped your palm to your forehead. "He's going to bury us," you muttered quickly. "Frank's gonna bury us. Alive. When he finds out about this."

Gojo lowered Mike to the ground, and the boy immediately burst toward the house. "Calm down, everything's okay."  

You looked at Mike with round eyes. "Now he's going to find out," you whispered quietly. "That's it, we're dead," you started to giggle for some reason, and when you turned around, you saw that you weren't alone. "You're crazy," you said and Gojo kept laughing, pulling you close and burrowing into your scarf.  

***

Under the stare, you both bowed your heads. You were biting your lip and looking at your suddenly interesting shoes. You wished Frank would say something sooner because as so often happens, waiting for punishment is worse than punishment itself.

One of you couldn't take it. He couldn't take it, and he gave up.

"I totally take the blame," Gojo said.

There was a heavy sigh. Frank got up from his chair, walked over to you, and hugged you as hard as he could. "Ya," Frank addressed you in a bass voice. "Grab a shovel and go clean the roads."

A relieved exhale escaped your lips, you clutched your chest. "Thank God!" you squeaked, and before you flew out the door, you shouted: "Good luck!"

"And ya," Frank turned to Gojo squinting his eyes and appraising him with his gaze. "Ya're gonna help me cook dinner." Gojo furrowed his eyebrows incredulously. Was this the whole punishment thing? "Move, son," Frank said and slapped Gojo on the back with such force that his lungs nearly popped out.

"Your arm is... heavy," he wheezed rubbing the sore spot.

Frank only hummed and walked over to the locker and pulled out a bag of potatoes. "Here. Peel." Gojo shrugged, but began to do as commanded. In complete silence they began to prepare dinner, Frank chopping up meat and vegetables and serving him peeled potatoes.

Gojo glanced at Frank furtively, waiting for him to say something, but he seemed too focused. He didn't like moralizing, but at least he was ready for it. Silence was hard to get used to.

Gojo coughed quietly. "So, uh... Where's your wife?" he asked in a grayed voice. "It must be very hard to run a household alone."

"My girl's long gone," grinned Frank popping chopped onions into the pot.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Frank did not faint. "Don't be," he said. "We'll all be there. And besides, I've got great kids."

"That's true," he said quietly, smiling like a fool. Your face flashed before my eyes.

Frank looked at it with a sly look. "How's it going with Y/N?"

Gojo felt the blood rush sharply to his cheeks. "Fine," he wanted to end there, but the next words came out on their own. "Expect she's... I don't know, it seems she shuts people out. I mean, too much."

"She has her reasons," Frank brushed it off, while checking the pie in the oven.

"Like what?" he blurted out.

Frank hummed longingly, examining the golden pie crust. "Do you think we should wait any longer or is it ready?"

Gojo threw the knife into the sink with a loud clang. "Look, under her clothes I counted five scars on her stomach, nine on her back, three on her left arm, and what's on her neck... And that's just what I could feel," he listed angrily. "What happened to her?" he added in a whisper, barely audible.

Frank slowly closed the oven and sighed heavily. "I don't know." 

"What?" squeamishly and incredulously he blurted out his question.

"Cool your jets," Frank said calmly, rising to his full height. "I don't know not because I don't want to, but because my daughter never told me. Shall I torture her? When the time comes, she'll tell me and even if she doesn't, it's my role as a father to support and love her no matter what," Gojo only swallowed hard and nodded briefly, but his clenched fists wouldn't unclench for some reason. "But I'm old," Frank said sadly. "So I have the nerve to ask ya to look after her when I'm gone. You two seem to be...getting along pretty well." 

"I'll protect her," Gojo assured firmly, picking up his knife again and began methodically peeling the skin off the potato trying to calm himself down.

"Son, my daughter doesn't need protection," Frank shook his head. "Yeah, and caring isn't just about that."

"What else, then?" he asked quietly.

"Well, how about that," Frank began. He finally pulled out the pie, all smoky and flavorful, and set it on the dining table. "Emotional support. When person don't ridicule you or your hobbies. Praise, maybe even for the little things. Or when you come home all dirty and tired and they take you to the table and spoon-feed you," Frank glanced at the two chairs next to him, and for a moment, he saw two ghosts - his and his wife's. "A blanket to cover you, or give you the tastiest piece on your plate, and when you're sick you don't drag yourself feverishly to the drugstore to get medicine. In the little things, in general."

Gojo froze. All the clothes that had been washed and put on the shelves by you immediately flashed through his head, all the hot breakfasts, and your worried messages if he was even ten minutes late.. He remembered looking at you through the mirror while you dried his hair, and the discovery of the second blanket thrown on top of him in heavy frosts. He could still feel the warmth in his hands from the mug of tea you'd brewed. "I'll be right back!" 

"Where ya think ya goin'?" exclaimed Frank angrily, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck. "And the soup? What a bunch of kids," he muttered quietly to himself, and giving Gojo a ladle in his hand, ordered him to stir the broth.

***

Tris was sitting on your lap puffing and panting childishly, folding the corners of the paper repeatedly. Every time she failed or got it wrong, she would crumple it up nervously with her childish hands and toss it in the trash, and you would stare at the pile of scraps in the corner of the room.

It was getting dark outside the window, and Tris could barely see what exactly she was doing anymore, but her stubbornness kept her from saying a word. You turned on the nightlight.

"Better?" you asked her, and she only nodded angrily. "Don't be so nervous. It'll work out sooner or later. Ya want me to help ya?"

"No!" she squeaked angrily, clutching the paper into a shred again and tossing it aside.

You pressed your lips together understandingly, leaned back in your chair, and stroked her hair to make her feel better. She kept squirming in your lap, and you had to catch her from time to time, but she didn't even notice, too engrossed.

Her panting subsided a little when she finally successfully folded the first corners. "There, that's not bad," you said softly, resting your head on her shoulder and watching the result.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in," you said not taking your eyes off Tris's labors.

"How is it going?" asked Frank softly, leaning over the table. You nodded slowly towards the table. "Tris, it's time to go to your room."

"I'll be going soon," she muttered without looking up.

"Watch it," he ordered you sternly, while kissing the tops of both of you. As Frank stepped back, Gojo appeared from behind his broad back.

Frank was already standing in the doorway. "Actually, I just came by to tell ya that we don't have any more extra rooms. So ya're gonna have to sleep together."

Before you could answer anything, Frank had already closed the door and the last thing you saw was his satisfied wide smile.

Gojo's sat down next to you. Tris only squirmed more at the attention being drawn to her and what she was doing.

"What is it you're doing?"

You sighed tiredly. "Trying to learn how to make a paper plane."

"What's that for?" he asked chuckling softly.

"When we were coming up, did you notice the high cliff in the distance?" you asked, and in response, you heard him purr something in agreement. "We launch paper planes from there every year for town day. With wishes. Although..." you stammered, remembering the words written out by your childish hand a long time ago. "It don't have to be wishes. You can write what you feel, or what you love. Anything that would make you happy. Something like that." 

"Can I do that too?" asked Gojo playfully.

"Well...," you stretched out, casting a glance in his direction. "Ya don't seem like a person who doesn't have anything."

He pressed together his glossy lips skeptically and pulled away from you. "That's how."

"I'm sorry," you said softly, shrugging your shoulders. "Apparently I was wrong," fearing where this dialog might lead, you decided to back off. "It's time for bed now. I'll lie down on the floor."

"What do you take me for?" snorted Gojo indignantly, getting up from his chair. He walked over to the closet and busied himself with finding an extra blanket and pillow while you and Tris watched him.

Looking him over from head to toe, Tris lifted her head and looked at you. "Was he born this way?"

Without taking your eyes off his already tall figure, which now stretched to the topmost drawers, you raised your eyebrows. "Yep. He's got the bamboo gene embedded in him."

"Really?" squeaked Tris excitedly.

"I bet."

"I can actually hear everything," mumbled Gojo. Finally pulling out a pillow and blanket, he pouted and began to make himself comfortable on the floor. 

You scooped Tris into your arms as you heard a faint sob. You turned her to face you in a panic, her tears welling up. "I want to sleep with you," she whimpered.

"Couldn't ya have asked without tears?"

You felt a poke at your ankle. "Don't talk like that to a child!" he hissed quietly at you.

You just stepped over him and got into bed with Tris. Climbing under the covers and snuggling in, she giggled happily and triumphantly.

You began to stroke her hair, as was your habit. Soon she stopped squirming and kicking at you, but she was still chattering quietly to herself. You tried not to make any sudden movements so as not to disturb the peace that was coming. Her arms around your waist went slack and she turned her back to you exhaling noisily.

In the room, besides Tris's sniffling, you could hear the ticking of the clock, the second hand seeming to beat against your temples each time. You covered your ear with the blanket, but quickly felt yourself getting hot, even though your feet felt icy cold. You buried your face into the pillow disappointedly.

"Hey," his quiet whisper called out to you. Pulling yourself off the pillow, you saw Gojo resting his chin on the bed looking at you. "Can I join you?" he asked and he was met by your quiet sigh. "I'm old now, my back hurts."

"Ya gave up too quickly," you whispered grinning. A chill ran down the back of his neck.

Gojo crawled slowly into the bed trying to get as comfortable as possible, and kept casting concerned glances at Tris. Finally resting his head on the pillow, he looked up at you. His fingers slowly, inch by inch, came up to your palm and touched it. He gently traced its contours and stroked your knuckles, occasionally giving the pads a gentle squeeze.

You couldn't see his cheeks reddening in the dark anyway - so he thought, not realizing that it wasn't just his cheeks that were reddening, but his ears, and his neck, and probably everything under his clothes. "Why you wearing a mask?" he asked quietly.

"No reason... I just had a theory that the judges don't perceive masked faces. And I... I don't know who judges will have or when. So I prefer to stay in everyone's memories like this."

"You brawling a lot?" whispered Gojo. 

"I don't know, it just makes me feel better," you mumbled averting your gaze.

Watching you, he decided not to push you. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you off. "Got it," he said, but there was a strange, unfamiliar sadness in his voice. "Listen," Gojo stammered hearing his own hoarse whisper, and coughed as quietly as he could. "You... Can you call me by my name, just once in a while?" 

"By name?" you asked confused.

"Hey!" he quickly faltered when his feigned indignant whisper came out too loud. "We've spent so many nights together and you don't even remember my name?"

"You mean Satoru?"

He couldn't find anything to say. Words became a lump in his throat when his name first came out of your mouth. He only nodded hoping you could see that desperate attempt at confirmation in the darkness.

"Okay," you said hiding a smile in your pillow, squeezing his hand "Good night then, Satoru."

"Uh-huh," he barely got it out of him and squeezed his eyes shut, extinguishing his hitched breath against the pillow. He squeezed your hand in return.

You checked on Tris again. She was breathing slowly and deeply - still asleep. You exhaled in relief, gently rubbed the tip of your nose against the top of her head, and waited for Gojo breathing to become the same - measured and deep, hoping you could do the same with him.

***

You gave up at 4:30 in the morning.

The room was hot and cold - you were terribly cold, though sweat ran down your back. Every time you closed your eyes, instead of seeing vivid and fake images, you were only protecting yourself from the intrusive thoughts. You couldn't even turn from side to side to soothe your soul, so as not to wake up two people who were sleeping peacefully.

You climbed over them as carefully as you could, and finally removed the sticking strands from your forehead.

They were sleeping so peacefully. You swallowed bitterly, adjusted the battered blanket and covered them, then moved quietly toward the door. At the door you turned around, opened your mouth as if you wanted to say something, but then stopped and slammed the door shut as you stepped out into the hallway. As you passed the mirror, you looked at yourself, and your reflection looked as if it had been hurt.

You walked down to the kitchen, and the first thing you encountered was Frank's back. "Hey," you quietly called out to him, but his back flinched anyway.

"Not sleeping again?" he mumbled his question stashing something in his pocket.

You approached him silently, and he immediately pushed back near chair inviting you to sit down. Glancing at his pocket, you walked up to him from behind and put your chin on the top of his head hugging him by the shoulders. "Ya miss her?"

"Every day," he whispered. He stroked your forearm, and after smacking the back of yours, he stood up. "Sit. Now that ya're awake, let's have breakfast."

You sat down obediently this time and watched as Frank worked in the kitchen. He took the meat out of the refrigerator, threw it in the oven to heat, while he boiled water, and chopped vegetables for the salad.

When he was done, you had a plate of meat, a bowl of salad, a mug of tea, and a loving father in front of you. "Thank ya," you thanked him picking at the meat with your fork, separating it into fibers.

"No appetite?" he asked popping a piece of tomato into his mouth. "Ya eat your vegetables. It has vitamins in it. Look at Rachel - she ate cabbage all her childhood and no problems. Not physical, not mental."

"Uh-huh," you stretched out, and sipped your tea from your mug. "Only alcoholism, but that's basic."

You received a soft slap. "Eat," he said, but nothing changed: you continued to mash your food with your fork. Frank dropped the cutlery into your plate with a clang. "I can't do this. What's wrong? What's bothering you?" he asked worriedly, lifting your chin with his finger and forcing you to look him in the eye.

You exhaled convulsively, and placed a clear bag of creamy beige dust on the table.

Seeing it, Frank was seized with panic. "How did ya...," he almost gasped. "Fuck, do ya have any idea what those fucking monopolists calling themselves higher-ups will do to ya if they find out about this?"

"Whatever," you waved it off indifferently. "Frank, I have no gardening skills. Especially since the black orchid is a very... um, demanding flower. Ya're the only one who can help me," you looked into his eyes hopefully.

Frank fidgeted tapping his fingers on the table, shifting his gaze from the bag to you, and back again. "What are you planning?"

"Not completely sure yet," you said rubbing your forehead, trying to hide from his eyes. He put his big hands around your face, once again wanting to see honesty.

As soon as he saw your eyes, his own anxiety swept over him. "Ya...," he stammered stroking your cheeks with his thumbs trying to reassure you. "It's okay, it's okay. I'll do everything," he assured you, and with what was the strength of a father's love - cradled you against him as you tried to quiet your ragged breathing. "Come on, let's go to the well," he stroked your back, his fingers feeling every scar whose origin you never told him. "We'll get some fresh air; get some water at the same time. Then ya'll take a bath," you nodded weakly at his suggestion, and rose from your chair as quickly as you could and rushed forward, tugging your blackened hair into a messy ponytail.

***

A rustling sound beneath the window and a soft poke on his cheek finally made him raise his eyes. Not realizing where he was, Gojo sat up jerkily pulling the blanket with him causing Tris, who had been sitting on it, to fall back onto the pillows. 

Panting and squirming, Tris rose again and sat down next to him. "Where's Y/N?" she asked menacingly.

"Where...," Gojo mumbled sleepily, rubbing his face with his hands. "Mom abandoned us," he summed up disappointedly, looking at empty side of the bed. "Are you hungry?"

Tris nodded.

Gojo picked her up in his arms. "Come on then, let's go brush our teeth and I'll make you something," he was prevented from turning around by another crackling sound outside the window. Seeing the familiar flow of cursed energy, still holding Tris in his arms, he walked over to the window, but there was nothing to see because of the patterns; turning the knob, Gojo opened it. 

Down below, in several sweaters and an oversized jacket, hat pulled to the side, Megumi was chopping wood. His cheeks were redder than usual, and he was out of breath; after a moment to catch his breath, Megumi brought the axe over his head once more.

Barely containing his laughter, Gojo reached for his phone. "Smile for the camera!" he shouted, and Megumi darted a glance upward and was greeted by a large number of flashes. Gojo only stopped when the axe flew into the wall with a crack, an inch from the window. "Rude!" he shouted indignantly, and with a jerk he closed the window.

***

Gojo hummed long and thoughtfully as he assessed the contents of the refrigerator. The fridge was full of food - a lot of it, and it was all different. The problem was he had no idea what to do with it. "Do you like scrambled eggs?" he asked glancing at Tris over his shoulder.

"Yeah," she muttered. She was trying to fold the poor paper plane again, and Gojo was already getting a smack on the hand when he tried to help.

Turning on the electric stove, he washed the eggs and beat them straight into the skillet. 'Maybe I should put some milk in it?' he thought to himself rubbing his chin thoughtfully. 'But that would be an omelet, and we agreed on scrambled eggs. Though... Whatever,' and with these thoughts he poured milk into the pan and stirred the resulting mixture with a spatula. "And if I put some cheese in it..." he mumbled aloud.

Ten minutes later, he placed a plate of cheese omelet, neatly sliced tomato and cucumber in front of Tris, and slid her a glass of water and a cup of hot chocolate.

Tris froze. Gojo had managed to distract her from the paper planes after all, and she shyly pushed the plate closer to her. As she tasted what he had prepared for her, she smiled at him for the first time with all her teeth. "Thank ya," she babbled softly.

Gojo chuckled softly. She was too much like you for a foster child.

The front door opened and Frank, paired with the snow falling off him, stepped into the house. "Good morning," he greeted them in a brisk bass and set the huge buckets of water on the floor. "Awake? That's a good thing. Everyone else is already decorating the town, so join."

As soon as she heard the word 'decorate', Tris swept everything off her plate and drained her mug of hot chocolate ignoring the glass of water completely and ran to get dressed.

Looking at her unsuccessful attempts to pull on her boots due to the rush, Gojo reached out to help. "I'll do it myself!" she squirmed. A carbon copy.

After waiting patiently for Tris to get dressed, Gojo took her in his arms and left the house. He didn't even have to ask which way to go; the music was playing in the right place.

Gojo had no sooner come down the hill than he became more and more surprised as people kept coming towards and away from him, and they looked too happy. He didn't know or recognize any of them and probably they didn't know him either, but every person he passed congratulated him with a friendly smile, and he only looked back at them in bewilderment.

All the houses already had garlands that flashed and shimmered, and on every porch hung a wooden 'paper plane' that swayed from side to side. Closer to the center of town, the houses were painted with chaotic lines of color, and the lines shone as brightly as the sun at its zenith. Out of the corner of his eye, Gojo caught a glimpse of Ryan running along one of the houses and running his hand along it leaving a bright red glowing streak on the house.

There was laughter and loud conversations everywhere, he could even hear the cork popping from a bottle of wine. The air was filled with the smells of fresh baked goods, cotton candy and raspberry lemonade.

Some people were standing on stepladders right in front of the house - hanging colorful paper lanterns. A woman shouted at a man to redo everything, because the lanterns looked out of place.

All the roads had been cleared of snow, and it made the town seem bigger than it had the first time. The whole town seemed different from the day before.

Familiar silhouettes appeared on the horizon.

"Y/N!" exclaimed Axel joyfully. "Look what I can do!" he clapped his hands together loudly, and glowing golden sparks sprinkled from them - so tiny they were a hundred times smaller than a firefly. He swung his hands upward in a sudden motion, and the sparks obediently soared into the air flying over the town. "Kyle taught me," he added defiantly.

"Not bad," you said grinning. "It'll be especially nice when it gets dark," you said, and you were about to go back to painting Mike's face, but from over Axel's shoulder came two figures - one so wrapped in winter clothes that it looked like a balloon, and the other with windswept hair that was whiter than snow.

"Finally!" you exclaimed. "I thought ya were gonna oversleep," you gently put your arm around Mike's face and leaned his cheek against yours. "Say, do we look like a tiger?"

"Definitely," laughed Gojo sitting down next to you in the chair. "Now, growl," he turned to Mike. There was a fierce childish growl. Holding back a laugh, you turned Mike around to face you again. As you drew out the black and orange stripes, a bunch of people swept past you, humming and dancing. "So there are a lot of hunters after all," Gojo remarked.

"A couple or three houses would be enough for the hunters, not a whole town," you said concentrating on drawing Mike's stripes. "There's mostly people from the void here."

"You're not bringing them home?" he asked frowning his eyebrows.

"We bring some of them back, of course. We do some memory work, and then we let them go. But the rest... Uh, I don't know. Imagine ya're a coachman from the 18th century, ya've done your day's work and ya're rushing home to your wife and kids. And on the way home, some boogieman drags ya into a completely empty and cold place. And if ya didn't die of cold or disease, ya just wait, and it's unclear what you're waiting for. Death, I guess. Until ya come across a person who carries time with them and can get ya out of there. Only... it isn't your time anymore," you fell silent examining the result on the boy's face. "So ya come out and everywhere instead of horses there are incomprehensible rolling boxes, people talking on some rectangles, and in place of your house and your neighbors' houses now stands a huge shopping mall. And ya are standing there, and ya have no more people you knew, no more profession, no more wife, no more children. Ya'll never come back home again because you don't have it anymore. So that's how Hopetown came to be," and when you were done, you kissed Mike on the top of his head, and he squealed so you wouldn't ruin the coloring and ran off to the other kids to show off.

While you stared at the boy, Gojo looked at you and didn't know whether he wanted to hold you or shake you by the shoulders so you'd come to your senses. Shoko's words about you having no regrets came to mind. 

You could have been anything to him - private, insensitive, hysterical, kind, angry - and he would have understood every feature, but he still couldn't grasp it: how much do you have to love life to have the courage and strength to give another chance to live it to others? You've paid too unfair a price for that.

The only thing he wanted was for you to stop hiding.

When Gojo mustered up the courage to say something to you, you were distracted by a phone notification. 

[11:54am] Frank: Incident. We're short on torches. Go to the storage and see if there are materials

[11:54am] You: Ok

"Can you draw?" you turned to Gojo getting up from your chair

"I can do anything," he said smiling smugly.

You didn't get a chance to say anything before there was a rumble and a clink of broken glass behind you. When you turned around, you saw Danielle slumped on the terrace of the bar and a box lying next to her. Pieces of broken glass were scattered across the terrace, floating in the spilled wine. "Dany," you mumbled worriedly, running up to her. There was a crunching sound of glass beneath your feet. "What's wrong with ya lately?" you asked wrapping your arms around her waist and lifting her to her feet. Her pale face looked up at you, not even pink from the freezing cold.

"Nothing," she muttered smiling weakly. "Not feeling well lately, a little sickening."

You rounded your eyes. "Dany," you whispered, and leaned closer to her ear. "Did ya take pregnancy test?"

"What?" she resented weakly. "No, I haven't, we haven't yet... We... Well, uh, ya know," she burrowed into the collar of her jacket in shame.

"Okay," you nodded. "Come on, I'll walk you home."

A concerned Megumi ran up to you. "Is everything okay?" he asked excitedly, and you stepped aside giving him access. "I'll walk her over," picking her up by the waist, he told you. 

As you watched them follow, Gojo came up behind you from behind and put his hands on your shoulders. "What happened?"

"I don't know," you shook your head chewing on the pad of your thumb without realizing it. "What ya doing here?" you asked turning back to him. "The kids are waiting for ya, go on."

"I can actually help out in the storage too," Gojo muttered pouting his lips.

"You've already got an assignment and I'll manage on my own somehow," he snorted something grudgingly in protest, but went back to the kids nonetheless. 

You slipped your jacket over your shoulders and tied your scarf around your neck, and headed for the storage. You were about to round the corner of the house when Itadori called out to you. "Wait, I'm coming with you! We're out of paper lanterns!"

"Where ya going without a jacket, ya dumbass!" shouted Axel after him. "It's half an hour to the storage, put it on!"

***

You wandered between the racks, Itadori searching the shelves for boxes of decoration, and you looked around every corner of the room for a barrel of resin. Finally, seeing a yellow cross-painted in paint on one of the barrels, you approached it. "Itadori, give me a hand," the kid immediately jumped down from the rack and was beside you.

The two of you dragged the barrel to a table that stood against the wall, on which empty crates of wooden sticks and old rags already stood. "Do you need help?" asked Itadori sincerely.

"Nope," you patted him on the top of his head, and took a stick from the drawer. "Grab your decoration and run to the others, I'll be right back."

"Got it," Itadori said, and in two jumps, he was already at the rack where he'd left his box. You were already holding the end of the stick in the resin, slowly cranking it, and behind you came Yuji's confused voice that mumbled 'Hello', but no one answered him. You rolled your eyes, and taking the tip of the stick out of the barrel, tapped it against the edge to get rid of the excess tar. 

A glimmer of golden hair and the outline of a sharp chin showed from the side. "Good afternoon," Nathaniel greeted you taking one of the sticks and dipping it in the tar. Meanwhile, you were winding the rag around yours trying to get the fabric as tight as possible. "How's the work coming along?"

"Not bad," you said sniffing your nose. "Although there are getting to be too many loners in the void. Ya know anything about that?"

"That's not our area of responsibility," Nathaniel noted phlegmatically. "How's Frank doing?"

"He's fine."

"How's everyone else doing?" he kept trying to keep the idle conversation going by handing you a stick and picking up the next one.

"Same."

"You haven't found a settlement yet?"

There was the sound of tearing fabric. You wrapped the torch tightly around it, and folded it neatly into the empty box. "That's not your area of responsibility. The small talk has gone on long enough."

"Tell me, since when do you stick to the tactic of keeping your enemies close?"

"What are ya talking about?" you ask without taking your eyes off the case.

Nathaniel exhaled irritably, the overly forceful impact of the stick hitting the metal barrel echoed throughout the large storage. "You're aware the kid stayed near you, only to finish you off?"

"Well...," you stretched out chuckling. "I suspected something was amiss. I couldn't have such a miracle fall on my head for free."

"Is this a joke to you?" hissed Nathaniel, oblivious to the torches. You were calmly wrapping the cloth around another stick. "He's been walking all over you for a year now, how do you live with it?"

"A year, ya say," you thought for a moment. "You mean he made a deal with ya a year ago?

"With Christian," Nathaniel pointed out, and noticing your indifferent state, began to calm down himself. "Yes, almost a year ago."

"Well, why did you mess with my head?" you asked, and tossed the finished torch into the empty box not so neatly anymore. "What was it you said back then? 'They are planning something'? Couldn't you have said it sooner?"

"You mean why didn't I give details near our headquarters? You could have thanked me for warning you at all."

"Well, thank you."

"Get rid of him," Nathaniel hissed sternly as if commanding.

"Uh?" you went into a momentary stupor. "I won't do that. He's had a year to kill me and he hasn't even tried."

"Because he knows that- Ahem, that you can't be killed in this state," Nathaniel paused hoping nothing would happen. "He's been notified that your emotions make you weaker-"

"My emotions make me stronger," you interrupted him in a stubborn tone, but further on your voice grew weaker with each word. "But nothing good about that," you added in a near whisper.

"If you don't want to kill him yourself, then order me to."

The skin on your wrist hissed. "Ouch!" you exclaimed quietly rubbing a tiny glowing crosshair on the sore spot. "It hurts," you blurted out glaring at him. "Look, I know going around in debt is a nasty business, but I'm gonna to order ya to do it."

"Then why did you even make me promise to you if you don't use it?" he asked irritably.

"Uh... for fun?" you replied shrugging your shoulders in doubt. "I did you a favor, and you had nothing to charge at the time. Well I just wanted to test how the promise system works. Actually, I don't give a damn what you're saying. He's not that kind of person. Don't mess with my head."

"I shouldn't have approached you in the first place. You're just...," he sighed contritely, resting his hands on the table, not looking up at you. "You're the most immature and irresponsible person I've ever met," he shook his head dejectedly. "Even when I communicate the threat directly to you, you can't get rid of it," he met only your silence, your blank stare, and the mechanical movements of the hands that tied the cloth on the torch. "God," he said in a hoarse voice. "Don't tell me you're in love with the kid."

***

Itadori had stuffed too much into his box - he had to keep peering out from behind the mountain of paper lanterns stopping every now and then to avoid slipping.

Once again, Yuji looked out and spotted the familiar figures, and took in more air. "Hey! Need help!" he shouted. Axel immediately ran over to him, and promptly dumped half of the contents of the box into his own. "Thanks," Itadori said smiling.

Gojo watched all this perplexedly, completely forgetting that he was drawing a frog on Tris's face. "Itadori!" he called out to Yuji, and the boy setting the box down, ran up to his teacher. "Where's Y/N?"

"She stayed in the storage," murmured Itadori tiredly but cheerfully. "Some other man came to see her and..."

What?

"...he didn't even say hello back. He's kinda old, I didn't know that elderly could be so rude. But he has cool hair color, golden, I think..."

What?

"...he seemed to stay there with her."

If Yuji had said another word, a painful whimper would have come out of Gojo. His eyes blurred and he could barely squeeze out words while maintaining his usual attitude. "Itadori, where's the storage?"

"Over there," Itadori said pointing to the bridge. "Over the bridge and immediately to the right, that big hangar with the red doors. Sensei?" asked Itadori dumbly when he saw Gojo immediately dash toward the storage.

***

Gojo leaned his forehead against the cold metal door and frantically tried to catch his breath. His side stung, and his heart was beating so furiously that he didn't know whether it was the sound of snow crunching under his feet or his ribs breaking. He could hear your voices, but mostly Nathaniel's - you were either silent or humming. Gojo squeezed his eyes shut with force trying to listen.

"...for what it's worth. I'm not thrilled with our current politics myself, but I guess I'll agree with them on this one. You don't belong in this world."

Gojo's chest ached when he heard your voice. You sounded confused. "I don’t belong in their world either. Where should I go, then?"

"You have the answer to that question. Only you don't have the guts or the courage to do it," Gojo felt like tearing Nathaniel's vocal cords out. He didn't dare speak to you in such a condescending tone. No one did.

"Hey!" Gojo's shout was more like a growl, but turning toward him, you saw nothing but a casual, serene smile. "Frank said you need help here," he said in a soft voice. Gojo came over to you and put his arm around your shoulder, furtively throwing a warning glance at Nathaniel.

"Deal with it yourself," Nathaniel tossed over his shoulder waving his hand carelessly in farewell.

Gojo gave him a look, and after making sure that this dirt was no longer here, cupped your cheeks. "Everything okay?" he tried his best to hide the worry in his voice.

"Yeah...," you stretched out. "Yeah, everything's okay," you added in a more confident voice. "I just got another round of bad for doing things the wrong way."

His hands slid down your back, and he pulled you against him. "You know," Gojo mumbled into the top of your head. "I've cut out my higher-ups. I can do the same with yours, if you want." 

You chuckled weakly. "I see ya're bloodthirsty."

"You bet," Gojo confirmed nose burrowing into your hair.

You didn't put your hand on his waist, didn't ruffle his hair, didn't nuzzle your nose into his neck, and it was the first time you hadn't responded to his touch. A chill ran down his back, and he gripped the fabric of your jacket tighter with sweaty palms. He was willing to do anything stupid or say anything nonsensical to get you to do something.

"I wouldn't mind it myself, but the hunters would revolt. I'm not sure I have the strength to fight on two fronts," you said. You don't have the strength? That sounded like utter nonsense. Or are there some other forces he's not aware of? "Ya're kinda here to help," you remarked poking him in the side. He exhaled in relief.

"So what you're saying," he began gently nibbling your sides, which made you laugh softly and squirm. "That hugs are useless?"

Sure, hugs were helpful - they produce oxytocin in the brain. Nevertheless, right now you felt like you'd first fallen into a trap from which there was no escape.

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Hey, can you write something about Christian and reader deciding to start trying for a baby because they feel ready for it even though they’re both really young and when they announce they’re expecting they get a lot of hate on social media and decide to tell everyone that the pregnancy was planned, thanks 💙

let's have a baby | christian pulisic

warnings: fluff! but there's a bit of hate on social media, bitter feelings, mentions of sex, nothing explicit

word count: 1923

notes: i finally managed to take some time off to write. college is killing me, but i will write all these imagines i promise xx WAS NOT REVIEWED

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That was one of those mornings you loved the most. It was the morning of the day after the night you and Christian had spent entirely together. It usually happened when he was away for a long time, traveling with Chelsea or the USM NT, he usually came back exhausted, but he always had energy to spend with you.

You would usually stay up all night rolling around on the mattress and killing each other's longing. Mornings were lazy enough to make you miss breakfast time.

You had woken up before Christian, but you didn't wake him up straight away, and you didn't even get out of bed. You were lazy and liked to watch while he slept, his curls messy, his bare chest heaving up and down, you spent some time doing that, not having the courage to wake him up.

You turned the other way and picked up your phone to check your morning notifications. It took a few seconds for you to feel his body behind yours, pinning you to the bed and filling your shoulder with kisses.

"Good morning, Chris!" You smiled against the mattress, and he replied in a lazy voice between kisses.

"Morning." He replied and continued kissing you. You had to give in and dropped your phone on the small table, lying back on the bed and letting Christian get on top of you. His lips deftly tracing a trail of kisses where they passed as his hands massaged the parts of your body he was touching you on. "What were you thinking when you woke up before me today?"

"Hm…" You ran your hand through his hair, tossing it back. "That we have the day to enjoy."

"I realised something." He said, bending down to give you another kiss that almost made you moan.

"What?"

"You don't think this house gets too empty when I'm away?"

You took only a few seconds to think. "Really? I do." The house you bought was big, spacious, comfortable, perfect for hosting family and friends, especially hosting the Pulisic family who came from the USA to visit England, but those gatherings didn't happen often. "Sometimes I think we live in a place that is too big for just the two of us. But is that a problem?"

"Not necessarily a problem, but I thought of solutions: we could move or…" Christian purposely let the sentence die at the end. He had been wanting to have that conversation with you for a while, and that moment seemed perfect.

"Or?" You raised an eyebrow at him, suspicious if he really meant what you were thinking.

"You know…" He chuckled weakly, tucking his head into the curve of your neck.

"Is that what I'm thinking?" You asked discredited.

"Yes."

"Do you really want to have a baby, Christian?" Your nails slid gently down the back of his neck, and Christian lifted his face to look at you. You had touched on the subject of 'babies' before, but it was always something designed for the future, not something you were thinking about doing now.

"Yes, I do." He stared at you with dark brown eyes. "I've been thinking, why not?"

"I could give you a million reasons why not." You let out a chuckle.

"Like what? Are we too young? Are we not married yet? To me, those are all old-fashioned taboos. No one should tell us the right time to do things." His voice was calm and velvety, and he spoke while running the back of his hand over your face. You really wanted to have children with Christian one day, and his arguments at that moment were convincing you more and more that you had no reason to wait. But that still seemed a tiny bit crazy.

"God, what if it doesn't work out, Christian?"

"Why wouldn't it work out?" He left a kiss on her forehead. "We can plan for it. Things usually work out when you plan, right?"

"Right." You agreed, and your lips curved into a mischievous smile. "So, what would really be the first part of the plan?"

He smiled back at you. Christian held the back of your neck before kissing you, your whole body shivered under his and a huge arousal surged inside you.

"That's the fun part." He said, leaving his lips to kiss your neck and moving down to your collarbone. "If we fail at the first part of the plan, we can try again." You sighed, feeling his lips already on your sternum, moving down between the hollow of your breasts. "And again." His mouth was hot on your belly, and the friction of his beard sent vibrations down your lower body. "And again." The more Christian spoke, the more he moved his mouth down her body. "And again…"

When he reached your groin, you could only think that that was perhaps the most genius idea you two had ever had.

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"That's horrible!" You exclaimed, walking across the room from side to side.

"It's not horrible, Y/N." Christian spoke up, he was on the couch, starting to get worried that you would blow a hole in the living room floor from all the walking around.

Time passed, and you were a month pregnant and until that day, only your families and closest friends knew about the baby. You and Christian had finally decided to reveal the news to the world and unfortunately, it was not being very well received by the public on the internet. On both your post and Christian's the comments were the worst, disapproving of the decision you had made.

You sat on the couch next to him, upset. You didn't think you could be so judged for deciding to have a child with the person you loved most in the world. That wasn't fair.

"Yeah, it is, look at that." Christian had already read some of the bad comments on his own profile, but he grabbed your phone, and you hugged your knees, wanting to cry.

user 1: what were they thinking? putting a child into the world is a big responsibility user 2: this is what happens when you don't use a condom user 3: they are too young, they will not be able to look after a child user 4: they are likely to leave the child in the hands of the parents

"Right, it's really awful." He sighed, annoyed. That affected Christian as much as it affected you. All his friends and family took the news well, in fact they loved it and couldn't wait for the baby to be born.

"Who the hell do they think to judge us?" You squirmed. Maybe it was the hormones, but you were angrier than usual. "We have everything under control, don't we?"

"Of course we do." He kissed your temple and slung his arm across your shoulder. You really had planned everything down to the smallest detail right up until the day of the birth. Everything was already scheduled and lined up with Christian's football schedule and your work commitments so that you would have a smooth pregnancy, and he could be there to help you at every possible moment.

Living in that bubble with Christian was wonderful. He treated you like you were made of porcelain, and sometimes you thought he was exaggerating, but it was really cute. As well as the many times he kept stroking your belly or lying on your stomach to try to hear something even though your baby was still the size of a bean. Having to burst that bubble sucked because now you were having to deal with the hate of social media. Would it always be like this now? Would you guys never be able to share anything on your networks again without getting those kinds of comments?

"They don't know shit. These little shits don't know shit!" You cursed angrily, and Christian let out a laugh.

"When did you get so foul-mouthed?" He kissed your cheek, but that didn't soften your expression.

"It's the pregnancy hormones, those comments bring out the worst side of me." Christian hugged you tighter, and it reminded you that he was the one bringing out the best side of you.

"We're going to be great parents, I'm sure of it. These people will swallow those words, you'll see." It was cute the way he tried to calm you down. The anger was always his, he was always calmer, even though he was being affected by the situation as much as you were.

"Why don't we make a statement?" You ask. "I know we don't owe anyone any satisfaction, we're not obliged to do this, but I wanted people to know that we're not irresponsible at all."

"I think that's a good idea, if it's going to make you feel better." He whispered.

"Let's not keep explaining our life all the time to these people, just a reminder that we're not idiots like them, and we use the precious time of our lives looking after them instead of making such nasty comments!" You exclaimed, and Christian can't help but let out a laugh at seeing you so angry and determined.

"Whatever you want to do, I'm with you, baby." Christian intertwined his hand in yours and for the first time since the announcement, you managed to smile.

His idea was for you and him to do a livestream on Instagram, something quick but enlightening. You went into the bedroom to get ready and look a little more presentable, and when Christian opened the live on IG, it took seconds for thousands of people to walk in. You appeared next to Christian as he began to speak. "Hey guys, I'm here with Y/N, say hi baby."

"Hi." You tried to present sympathy and smiled even though you were still shaken, and Christian continued

"I believe you all have seen our latest announcement about our baby." he looked down at your belly and hugged your waist with one of his arms. You were standing while Christian was sitting, and your hands massaged his shoulders. "And we wanted to reassure you by saying that everything is fine."

"We have received several comments, some very concerned, others just interested in making vicious attacks on us. So we have come here to make it clear that Christian and I don't do anything without thinking things through very carefully. Our baby is a completely planned pregnancy and not an accident as most thought, we love each other, we have the support of all our family, and although we are a bit young, we are already conscious adults. We have a large and wonderful support network willing to help us with everything. We had the desire to have a baby, and we achieved it. I guess there is nothing more to say now, just that we are very happy with our decision and that everything has been meticulously calculated. We would be grateful if you could be a little kinder and just celebrate this moment with us."

You felt a relief and huge when you finished speaking and now, yes, it felt like you were going to be able to enjoy the rest of your pregnancy in peace.

"I think my girlfriend has said it all." Christian smiled, and you smiled back at him, completely ignoring the chat comments. Whether they were positive or negative. "That's it, thank you all for your attention."

He switched off his phone and set it aside, pulling you onto his lap. "You feel better, Y/N?"

"You have no idea." You laughed weakly and hugged him by the back of the neck before kissing him.

"When our baby is born, I think I know the next thing we can plan." He said, smoothing your belly, and you looked at him curiously.

"Which one?"

"Our wedding."

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[zoros-bandana]

KYA! I got a cute fluff one! Zoro x sweet fem reader! Zoro bought S/O some earrings as a gift that resembles his, so she cherishes them. One day, when fighting some enemies, one greedy strong one had the GUTS to steal her earrings by RIPPING them off her ear, causing major bleeding. Before the Strawhats, especially Zoro, could do anything, sweet S/O got enraged first and beat the crap out of the man, but accidentally broke her earrings. She’s tearfully apologetic to Zoro afterwards.

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(SFW)

Warning: mention of swords, mention of blood, mention of fighting, mention of bashing, mention of wounds, mention of his external forced bodily damage, punching

Summary: Zoro was never really one for gifts but after meeting you his opinions changed; finding the perfect gift to bind you to him. He is then, however, reminded of the cruelty of the pirate life and further reminded why he was against gift giving to begin with. 

Word Count: 800

   Zoro grunted, handing the small box to you; a bright flush danced along his cheeks, looking away from you. You let a small squeal part from you, excited to receive a gift from your standoffish boyfriend, not used to this behaviour. 

“Thank you!” You exclaimed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“You haven’t opened it yet…” he mumbled, eyeing off the small box in your hands. 

He had crossed your gift upon the last island you had stopped at; instantly taking him off guard. You were with him at the time, making his mission all the more troublesome, until he found the presence of the navigator - for both finance and distraction purpose - to defer you away from the shop. Once his plan was in play he snuck the gift back to the ship, eager to await your reaction upon opening it.

“Well whatever it is I know I will love; it’s from you”

   You eagerly opened the box with an overdramatic gasp, revealing a luscious pair of long gold earrings. The were straight and slender, resembling ones that sat in your boyfriends left ear, a constant temptation for you to mindlessly play at. 

“They’re beautiful” you smiled, leaning up to press a kiss on his lips “thank you, Zoro” 

   You hastily plugged them into your ears not wasting another second to match with your adoring boyfriend; ecstatic with his thoughtful gift. 

——————

   You quickly dodged the sword plunging straight to you, letting the man roll over your body; arching backwards as he fell onto the floor. The earrings in your ears twinkled as the sun reflected against them, the man’s attention shifting towards them. 

You looked over to your left at Zoro, meeting his eye as he watched over you, making sure you were okay. You smiled reassuringly, letting him go back to his own fight; leaving you with the man behind you. The man quickly sprung to his feet, ushering you to turn around and defend yourself as he towered over you, the wicked grin on his face stopping your heart. 

   He lunged forward, grasping your ears with a solid heave of his large body; tugging the earrings from you. You landed backwards on the grass, his body hovering over you, the earrings clasped in his thickly calloused hand. You could feel puddles of wet spreading around your neck, your hands going up to your ears. The lobes throbbed at the touch, feeling wet under your fingers from the blood; seeping to the ground under you. 

   A rush of rage washed over you, giving you enough adrenaline to topping the man over onto his back; your small body now straddling him. Your hands worked accordingly, punching his face back and forth in a rage, screaming profanities to the man. Your outburst gained the attention from members of the crew, including Zoro; him being the first to race over towards you. In the midst of punching him you yanked your earrings free from his loosened grip, letting all the remaining energy your body had beat him; your hands grazed with bruises. 

“Oi” a pair of hands wrapped around you, pulling you off the man “(y/n)!” 

   You flapped around in your boyfriends arms, too distracted to see the damaged you caused the man; letting your crew take over to finish him off. Zoro placed you onto the ground in front of him, shielding you away from the battle, his body staying close to you. 

“You’re hurt…” he sighed, his eye fanning over you to assess any more damage. 

   You could feel the cold metal of the earrings in your hand, looking down at them in your palm. You studied the curve and cracks through them, broken amidst your rage. 

“I’m sorry” you whimpered, holding the crushed earrings out apologetically. Zoro shook his head, refusing to listen to you, his hands cupping at your bleeding ears “it’s okay, right now you are my priority. I need you to be okay”. 

“But the earrings...”

“They don’t matter, (y/n). I can get another pair for you. But I can’t replace you”

   Your lip trembled as the adrenaline began to wear off, reality becoming more visual to you. Your ears and hands stung, causing an uncontrollable shake to occur on your grip. Zoro slid his hands down to you, gently prying the broken earrings from your grasp. “It’s okay”. 

   Your head fell forward into his chest, hiding the mix of pain and embarrassment coursing through you. His hand stroked the back of your hair, easing you down as he waiting for the young doctor to accompany you both; the faint shrill calls of your name notifying he was close by. 

“I love you, (y/n)” Zoro soothed, pressing a tender kiss to your head “I don't care about the earrings or anyone out there; you matter more to me over anything. I will always prioritise you. Not matter what happens"

He pried your head up, cupping at your wounds again, a smirk embracing his cracked lips "but you were so hot out there today". You chucked lightly at his words, encouraging your fighting to be more powerful against your usual timidness; enthralled by your attack on the man.

"I'm so proud of you, my sweet little badass"

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[xhdream]

wait okay I have TWO THOUGHTS 🤭 and they’re both about jungsu bc I have issues anyway

Jungsu who lets you get away with your teasing and bratty behavior in public but at home?? Oh as soon as that front door closes he has you bent over the counter, panties down and he’s suddenly livid. Talking about how you’re a dirty whore and deserve to be punished. His favorite form of punishment is fingering you until you’re at the brink of an orgasm only for him to pull his digits out and mock you!!!!! 😮‍💨 he’s slapping your pussy so good tew like?!?!? snickering in your ear about how “you need to be a big girl and take the punishment he gives” AH OKAY? Or maybe even a little bit of “sluts don’t deserve to cum do they? don’t think so, sweetheart” pls I’m losing itttt

THE SECOND THOUGHT I HAVE… so like jungsu who is OBSESSEDDDD with marking and will silently beg for you to mark him up during sex and whatnot. Jungsu who purposely buys you the pretty pink & red lipsticks because he wants to have them temporarily stain his skin alongside the sloppy hickeys you leave on his chest and neck, maybe even a few on his jawline so he can brag about you to the other members (jungsu would totally be the type to constantly talk ab his s/o imo!!!) imagine wearing one of the said lipsticks he’d bought you and giving him the best head of his whole damn life phewww and when yours done his dick has delicious rings of pink and red up and down the shaft, like little tattoos of where your mouth had been. He’d be so impressed and elated by it too he’d take a few pictures JKSSWOSIJZ

in conclusion I really really really want this man to ruin my life!!!!!!!! Also if this is incoherent PLS ITS 1 AM AND IM KINDA GOING CRAZYYY😭😭

and here you are RUINING MINE with these thoughts oh my GOD listen … HEAR ME OUT

why not combine both?????????

jungsu who is once again frustrated with your bratty attitude, but is trying to think of a new way to get it back at you. the number of times he’s punished you is not small, and his techniques are beginning to repeat themselves, so he wants something new. something he knows is going to really make you mad and wet ofc. so he starts his punishment early - he doesn’t fuck you for days. one day he’s busy practicing, another he’s working on a song, the next he has a meeting. and so on, and so on. until one night he’s finally chilling in your bedroom, and you get on top of him fully naked. he reminds you about the punishment you still have yet to take, and you get soo excited. you’re so freaking needy and horny, you will take anything - you cannot wait for him to make your behind red, all marked with the shape of his palm; you cannot wait for his fingers to ruin your pussy with an hour long edging and multiple orgasms that feel like forever. but he has something different in mind. instead, he makes you wear your new pretty lipsticks he bought you and give him the best deep throat you’re capable of. he picks you by the hair to check if the color is still there and if it’s not he makes you reapply it before sucking him back into your mouth. after he cums he erases completely the lipstick with his mouth, giving you mindblowing erotic kisses that make your legs shake, and then he puts another color himself - this time hot red maybe? he squeezes your jaw harshly, putting the lipstick on very carefully while you think that maybe now he’s going to touch you. however, he lays down forcing you to cover his whole body up and down with kisses while his orgasm cools down. “press harder, sweetheart, i can barely see this one.” you even draw a few hearts on his chest with the lipstick 🥲 you suck his neck desperately while sitting in his lap and he’s soo happy to feel you dripping. your hole is probably clenching around nothing too. after you’re done with this task, he orders you to make him cum again. he fills your mouth and you swallow every drop like the good girl you are trying to be. he swipes your lips with his tip, enjoying the red stains all over his length. “made my cock look all pretty, baby,” he smirks tapping your face with it. “wish i could fuck your pussy while it looks like this.” you blink at him confused??? “but… aren’t you—“ “nah, baby.. wait, did you think i’m gonna fuck you? awh, sweetheart” he strokes your cheek with a pout. “bad girls don’t get to cum.” and he goes to sleep <3

the next day he’s giving you the best orgasm tho

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