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As It Was (Part 2) - Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Once the truth is out, will you be able to forget and forgive the past, or the weight of choices be heavier than the feelings you and Wanda never learned to outgrow? | The Second Part is more based on "Satellite" than "As It Was" tbh. | Part One

Warnings: angst(ish) with happy ending, milf!Wanda, age gap, ex-lovers meeting again, witchcraft lore, some making out but nothing explicit in this part | Words: 6.552k

A/N-> At the request of many, I managed to write a sequel to that one "As It Was". It was much longer than I expected, but I managed to write things that I hadn't done before, so the result pleased me. Forgive me for the lack of smut, it ended up not fitting within the context and rhythm of the story, but there is the possibility of specials. I hope you all enjoy your reading.

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-&-

It occurs to her that you are distant.

Physically speaking, it's quite evident - Wanda hasn't seen you for five days. Not even on her secret getaways from family dinners, school reunions, or anything typical of an American suburban mom's routine so perfectly set up for herself, brings you back. You don't visit her on any of the days that follow, not for lunches or late afternoons, nor do you send either quick or long messages made up of intense declarations that always shake her with all the emotions she might have.

Wanda has no idea where you are, and the lack of control over the situation almost suffocates her.

But there is something new that occupies her enough not to take action on it. Or rather, someone new.

It's true that time passes differently in Westview. The leaves are starting to turn orange when Pietro Maximoff arrives on her balcony. Wanda is trying to find her footing with so many ghosts from the past coming back at once and she has to admit that her twin brother's presence impacts her enough for her not to escape her house and family in an attempt to find out if you were still in the same motel where she left you in the early hours of one morning almost a week ago.

Wanda tries to focus on the good things in life; she has the family she always dreamed about, complete at last. A husband, children, and even her long-missed brother. She has friends and a house. She should feel happy and fulfilled, or so she tries to convince herself while she tries to ignore the not-so-easy feeling in her chest when she lies next to Vision at night.

He doesn't mind that she's distant herself. Sometimes, Wanda thinks he doesn't even notice. Maybe it's her will, playing with everything around her and ensuring she's not disturbed. In fact, Vision has stopped noticing many things since the last heated argument they had, on the same night that Pietro reappeared. He's just as distant as she is as if he has a whole life going on outside those walls. Wanda could say the same.

She falls asleep with difficulty, and it’s one of those nightmare nights once more.

When she opens her eyes, she knows she’s still dreaming.

Nevertheless, she allows herself to fall into that fantasy with peace of mind.

The atmosphere is familiar, and the smells and sensations too. Wanda remembers well how things were before Hydra, and before the outbreak of civil war in her country. In the few years of tranquillity at the end of her adolescence, where the revolution group was almost a pastime for irritated young people, for a moment, she could imagine herself as nothing more than a schoolgirl.

Of course, the war would get worse, and almost the entire group of her former colleagues would leave the universities to occupy the streets, but in the safety of the dream, none of this would happen.

Wanda could leave the soft bed and follow the smell of food. She knew she would find you in the kitchen, moving your hips softly to a gentle melody because this was a memory Wanda had never learned to erase.

Her voice came out raspier than she expected once she tried to call your name. But luckily, you were distracted enough by the food to notice the tears welling up in her eyes. After a whole week without hearing from you, she truly believes she lost you once more.

But in this dream, things were saved. Your hands just continued to separate the mixture. “Morning, krasotka (gorgeous). Sit down, there's coffee on the table."

Wanda swallowed, controlling her temper. She watched your back for a moment, trying to memorize every feature of that appearance in case this was the last time and she wouldn’t have another chance before that fantasy ended.

When she didn't sit down you looked at her, offering her an easy smile from a face marked with flour and youthfulness.

"What's wrong, Wanda?"

She moves instead of answering, determined steps until she reaches you at the counter. Your confused eyes close as Wanda, who has just grabbed your belt, pulls you close and kisses you firmly.

It takes you by surprise, but you respond without hesitation. The position isn't ideal, but you kiss her eagerly, as breathless as she is once she breaks the act. Wanda's tight grip around you makes you chuckle softly.

"Hey, Pietro will wake up soon." You warned in the same casual tone, rubbing your nose against hers. "He'll kill me if he finds out about us like this..." Your mouth pecks down her jaw to her neck.

Wanda giggles tearfully. She had forgotten about that. The teenage fear of telling her protective twin about you. Thinking back at how obvious you two were, she was sure that Pietro knew. To be fair, anyone could notice the way you looked at each other.

You tried to pull away, but Wanda didn't allow it. A sigh escaped your lips, which formed a mischievous smile.

"Behave yourself, Wanda." You warned softly, but she raised her hand to your cheek, the touch surprising you a little. Your curious expression didn't intimidate her.

"Where are you?" She questioned and curiosity gave way to confusion.

"Here, dorogoya, what do you mean-" But green irises turned red, and the confusion vanished once your eyes reflected her magic as well. Your shoulders tensed, and you sighed as if you were tired.

You tried to pull away and this time, Wanda allowed you to. Your hands reached for a cloth, and the flour from her favorite pastry that you had prepared for her in that memory was leisurely wiped from your skin.

When you sighed again, more calmly you were leaning on the counter, with your arms crossed and your gaze distant.

"That's different." That was the first thing you said, with a small smile at the corner of your lips. Wanda swallowed, pushing her emotions down. She looked in the same direction as you next. "The sofa was dark blue, not brown."

"Some things..." She cleared her throat, trying to hide the urge to cry. "We remember it differently. Some things, they're just... different."

You hum thoughtfully, shrugging. "Yeah, like ourselves."

Wanda fiddles with her fingers. "Y/N..."

"I wasn't afraid to tell Pietro." You cut her off with no emotion in your voice, but seriousness in your gaze. "You were. I was always ready to shout out to the world that I loved you, but you were terrified of his reaction. Why did you change that?"

"I didn't." Wanda fights back immediately, defensive. You look away with a dry laugh, and she sighs. "I didn't do it on purpose. I... It's only been a long time, Y/N. It's hard to remember exactly what it was like."

"I heard that grief changes things." You retort more softly, and Wanda is sure she's going to start crying. She hugs her own body, and you sigh. "When..."

"No." She cuts you off, her voice breaking. "Why can't you just give me this day? This memory? Just... stay here. Let me live it again." She practically begs, but you don’t flinch, stepping away for the kitchen counter to move closer.

Your hands hold her arms, and your gaze makes something in her spark.

"Don't you think you deserve more than a fantasy, Wanda?"

She chuckles tearfully because this has to be a joke.

"And what choice do I have?" she retorts, tears running down her cheeks. Wanda doesn't have the opportunity to wipe them away, you do so almost immediately. Your instinct is as quick as hers to lean into your touch. "God, there isn't... a day that I haven't missed this. Us."

You smile tenderly at her confession, and Wanda closes her eyes for a moment. She’s just enjoying the feeling while you wait. It takes another sigh for her to ask: "Where are you?"

Being asked again doesn't surprise you. You caress her cheek, and your other hand entwines around her waist.

"It doesn't matter."

She sighs impatiently. "Of course, it matters!" She insists. "I want-I need to see you." She corrects herself and you frown slightly. Wanda lets her hands grasp the collar of your blouse, and her red eyes are almost desperate in yours. "Tell me. Please. Where-"

You kiss her, hard enough for the protest to turn into a needy moan. The hand around her entwines her completely to lift her onto the counter, and Wanda melts. She kisses you as she manages, almost overwhelmed by the longing she has felt over the last few days for the sensation of your lips again.

When you part, she's tingly all over, but your hands don't go beyond her clothes. Your affected breath hits her cheek before you look at her again.

"I remembered."

Wanda almost breaks down in a sob but she manages to keep her emotions around her border. With a sniffle, she guides pleading eyes to yours. Her legs tighten around your waist as if she fears your escape.

"Please stay with me." It comes in a whisper.

You chuckle and Wanda can feel her cheeks burning, her heart breaking. She fears your answer more than she's ever feared anything else in her life.

"You don't understand, Wanda." That's what you say, pulling away and grabbing her hands. Before she can despair, imagining that you were pushing her away, your hands entwined with hers, your eyes tender and intense. "Tell me what you remember."

She looks at you with confusion before denying it with her head. "I don't like... thinking about that day."

"I know, but I need to talk about it." You say, kissing her hands for a moment. "I'm not a memory, Wanda. I'm here. I really am here."

But she shakes her head, her shoulders tensing and her breathing going out of rhythm. "My mind is playing tricks on me... First you, and now Pietro. None of it makes sense. The only thing I know is that I don't want to lose you again. Please don't leave me again."

She doesn't even realize she's started crying. You hug her, trying to calm her down with pats on her back as she wets her shirt.

Wanda clings to you as if you're going to disappear, but you stay there until the tears dry.

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise." You whisper. "Never again, Wanda. I can't change what happened to Pietro, but I'm staying. Screw the consequences, I'll never leave you alone again."

She looks at you with confusion, wiping her wet face with the hem of her blouse. " What consequences- what you talking about?"

But you smile, kissing her cheek quickly. "It's time to wake up, my love. Meet me when you're ready to leave. I'm waiting outside for you."

Wanda tries to grab you by the blouse, but she wakes up in a jolt. Vision complains low in bed so that she stops making so much noise and Wanda hides her tears in her pillow.

She dares to try to search for your presence around the house, every floor, every room but all there is is Vision and her twins.

Her mind is playing tricks on her. A stupid dream just to try to break the perfect life she has now.

She goes back to sleep and makes sure that she won’t dream of anything else.

-&-

It's not the ideal place or your favorite setting, nor does it have the best food, but the dinner is the closest outside the Hex that you could find, so it's enough.

The back table becomes the mystery traveler's spot (that's how you hear the waitress and some truck drivers refer to you) for the next few days.

It takes almost two for Agatha to show up.

"You're late, witch." That's how you greet her, outside in the parking lot. The cigarette is hanging unlit from your lips, and Agatha snatches it from your mouth before you have a chance to light it. Your relaxed posture breaks, and she hits you over the head with a slap.

"Insolent child! Irresponsible! Arrogant-" You let her hit three more, they don't hurt, and it's good for her anger. The next time she's about to swear at you for something else, you hit her first.

"Get a grip, you grumpy old woman." You snap. " Don't cause a scene, huh?"

Agatha raises a finger in warning, her eyes blazing with fury before she walks away with an annoyed grunt.

"You're unbelievable." She retorts, taking up your personal space again. She pulls a box of cigarettes out of your leather jacket pocket and takes one for herself. You roll your eyes but watch her light one, and blow the smoke away. Agatha keeps muttering to herself “Challeging a direct order; what will the council say? In the worst scenario, they will know I helped you and I’m done. This little shit…”

You adjust your posture to lean on one of the parking lot irons, your hands in your jacket pockets. You pull the witch out of her complaints with a question:

"What's the matter with you anyway?"

Agatha chuckles dryly, the cigarette between her fingers. "Your girlfriend."

Your posture doesn't change, but the glint in your eyes is almost sinister. "Watch your next words carefully, Miss Harkness."

It's her turn to laugh dryly and take another drag before turning her face toward you. "What is with little show you put on anyway? Standing guard outside, waiting for Rapunzel to leave her tower?" Her teasing only makes you chuckle. Agatha sighs impatiently. "You laugh now, but the whole place is surrounded. If that crazy witch ends up getting shot, I won't sell you any spells to fix it."

You roll your eyes, snatching the cigarette from her fingers. "Stop talking shit, Agatha." You retort. "There are no agents inside, I kept my part of the deal. Now, if the whole thing's still on, it's you who's not doing yours."

Agatha clenches her jaw, looking at you angrily. You just flick the cigarette, and she rolls her eyes.

"I've had unforeseen difficulties."

"Right." You laugh. "You're getting soft, that's for sure."

The cigarette flies out of your hand with her hard slap. You snort in annoyance, but Agatha is busy pulling something out of her purple suit, back now that she's out of the Hex. It's an old piece of paper that she presses hard against your hand.

"Do as written, it will be irrevocable. He'll be forced to show up." She guides between her teeth. "I doubt Mephisto will explain, but just getting his presence should do some good. And don't talk about me. I still need a big job to get back on his good side."

There's something like gratitude in your gaze, and Agatha waves you away, turning her attention to the barrier not invisible to magical eyes a few meters from dinner while you tuck the paper safely away in your pocket.

"I'm going to end all this crap today, Y/N." She declares, and you look up immediately. "Are you sure you won't-"

"No." You cut in, forcing a smile. "I'd just be getting in the way. Either side, I suppose. Wanda thinks I died, and well, I have no idea how to break the whole story to her. 'Hey baby, you thought I died but I kind of sold my soul to keep you and your brother alive. When that didn't work out for him, I ran away for fear of fucking up your life too, but whatever your magic rank, it's high enough to summon one of Mephisto's riders against his will. Any chance you would want to date me again?'”

Agatha laughs softly at the statement, shaking her head. "Don't forget the part where you're helping a witch take down her little fantasy town."

You grunt slightly. "In gratitude for my memories, only. You're a tricky merchant, Miss Harkness."

The woman chuckles, shrugging. Before she can walk away, you clear your throat and Agatha looks at you curiously. "Anything else?"

"Our arrangement, don't forget." You retort. "You won't do anything against her, or the boys."

Just to torment you, she raises an eyebrow. "No request for her husband's safety?"

You snort, rolling your eyes. "He's already dead." You grumble, and Agatha laughs darkly.

"Until recently, you were too."

"I wasn't really!" You retort indignantly, but Agatha is already turning and waving goodbye.

Alone in the parking lot, you feel the weight of the summoning spell in your pocket. Your boss would have to listen to you at some point.

-&-

Being betrayed by what seemed to be her only real friend for some time felt like a punishment.

Well, maybe it was karma. For what she was doing to Vis, and by God, to all those people trapped and subjugated to her wills, fears, and desires. But Wanda wasn't to blame, or at least, she wasn't ready to take on any of it. There was only emptiness at first, and then there was contentment. Crude and meager, but there. Her peace was as superficial as the magical fantasy surrounding her, and it didn't take long for the fear to creep back in; until finally, she was confronted with the reality of what she and her brother had never been able to accept in their youth: there is no magic formula to fix things. Just as Hydra didn't save Sokovia and cost her her twin, her magic didn't fix her grief but made it even worse.

Wanda would have to say goodbye to her children, and for this kind of pain, she had never been prepared.

Agatha seemed to take some amusement from her agony; a lot of ironic jokes as she searched through her memories. But even centuries of experience didn't rid the witch of her innate arrogance, and just as the Black Widow had once taught her, Wanda saw the opportunity to exploit her opponent's weakness.

The victory was not that satisfying, even if Wanda felt more powerful than ever.

And Agatha, in a last desperate act, said the name of the one person who would make Wanda hesitate.

With her fingers still in the air, the redhead narrowed her eyes at the witch lying on the ground, powerless and frightened.

"I know you're bluffing."

"I swear I’m not!" Agatha assured hurriedly. "I'll take you to her. I can-"

"She was one of your tricks, then? It's as cheap and cruel as using my brother, Agatha." Cut the redhead off coldly, but the witch held up her hand, asking for time.

"Wanda, by the wizard oath." She insisted, letting out a laugh exhausted by the effort of the fight. "She was one of your tricks, not mine. You summoned her to this place."

Wanda nodded, sniffling a little. "Stop lying! I know she's dead."

Agatha shook her head. "She's not! Let me go, I promise I'll take you to her."

Wanda hesitated, in her gaze, in her posture, in her heart. Agatha continued to insist, and she looked back at her family waiting for her and all those agents around.

She turned to Agatha, who fell silent when her hand was raised again.

"I'll say goodbye first. And I swear if I find that you’re trying to trick me again-"

"I know." Agatha cut in, forcing a smile. "I promise."

That seemed true enough to Wanda, and Agatha's determined look convinced her. She sighed and nodded, then turned away to hug her children, who were already running towards her. A mask of happiness, despite the heartbreak, stamped her face.

When it was all over, Wanda was physically and emotionally exhausted. She said goodbye to Agent Monica too, realizing bitterly that perhaps that woman was the only real friend she had made since Natasha and that she would have to lose her now too.

And as she crossed the city limits, she assumed that Agatha had taken the opportunity to escape, and came to the conclusion that she didn't care about that at all. Something inside her broke the minute she had to put her children to bed for the last time. No silly rivalry could really bother her.

"Look alive, Maximoff." The joke was unwelcome, but Agatha didn't mind. Nor did she get out of the parked vehicle.

"Have you ever heard of magic portals? Or, I don't know, flying?" Wanda asked as soon as she noticed the witch waiting for her from inside the car parked outside the city. Wanda didn't understand how the witch had kept the SWORD agents away from that edge, but her mind was elsewhere to ask.

The older woman chuckled at the question, adjusting herself to lean her arms on the window and look at Wanda. "Did I mention I like the new look? Did I leave the oven on or is that heat coming from you, hot stuff?"

Wanda chuckled with more indignation than anything. When she was close enough, she sighed. "Just do what you agreed to do."

Agatha smiled mischievously. "Well, you're the one with your back to the show." She retorted, pointing at something behind her.

When she turned, she saw two figures, too far away to be identified. The sunlight didn't help either. The people had been talking for some time and it didn't seem to be a peaceful discussion.

"Who...?"

"Who do you think?" Agatha interrupted somewhat ironically. Wanda's heart leaped, and her stomach did a complete flip. It couldn't be you, could it?

"B-but she... she was-"

"Yeah, the confusing world we live in." Mocked the witch in the car seat. "She wanted to explain everything to you but she has been a pain in the ass so I'll do it. Your friend made a deal with the devil, in the literal sense of the expression. Whatever Hydra did to her, it almost killed her. Mephisto, being the good opportunist he is, offered her a deal and perhaps because she had two people to protect and a hole in her chest, she accepted without reading the terms." Agatha smiled at her own narration, while Wanda continued in shock, being able to imagine the whole story. "And of course, like any deal with the devil, nothing goes according to plan. Mephisto must have known that the boy would die in battle, so he lied to get your friend's soul. She chickened out, by the way, after she heard about her brother. She thought the same would happen to you if she got close, of course at the time neither of you must have known your true power and authority..."

"Authority?" She interrupted hoarsely, getting a laugh from the other witch.

"By Hecate, young witches these days don't know anything," muttered the woman. "As I said before, Wanda, you are the Scarlet Witch. You're the greatest magical authority on earth. And the fact that you don't know this is exactly why I'm needed." Agatha explains. "You need a magical tutor, Miss Maximoff. Someone to train you, and explain important things, like your magical power to break a contract of souls and summon one of Mephisto's ghost riders as you please."

After everything that had happened, absorbing and accepting the madness of this whole story seemed like just one more little push for Wanda to collapse.

Lucky for her, she wasn't alone this time.

You finally started walking towards her, until the figures became clearer, and without needing to ask, Wanda was sure that the man with a skull pipe walking next to you was Mephisto.

Everything about his posture was intimidating, and the air seemed much heavier and darker once he was close enough. But Wanda didn't mind the audience, she threw herself into your arms and was greeted in an equally enthusiastic embrace.

Mephisto waved to Agatha from the car, letting the two of you have a moment of reunion as he commented quietly to the older witch:

"I send you to collect an undeserving one and you not only fail, but you make me lose my best rider."

Agatha swallows dryly, annoyed by the scolding. But if there's anything she feels besides fear, it's pride. And that's something she and the man share, and Agatha knows it very well.

"No creature, not even the Lord of Hell, has power against the Scarlet Witch. The humiliation of losing is strong, but you get used to it." She teases, and Mephisto loses his temper, punching the car hard and trying to grab Agatha by the neck.

A scarlet tug pushes him away.

"You filthy hag, how dare you-"

"Watch your temper, Big M." You interrupt with a serious expression, despite the provocative nickname. You gently put Wanda down, who until now had been lifeted in your arms, but you continue with a hand around her waist.

The man huffs angrily, but visibly struggles to contain his anger, while Agatha hides a little smile and Wanda tries to gain confidence in her new title and the respect that comes with it.

When Mephisto addresses her, he is much more submissive than anyone would expect after the scene.

"My Queen, please, there has been an agreement. With both of the present, this treacherous witch owes me favors and the rider owes me her life. It's not fair that I go unpaid. If I'm not compensated, I'll obviously have to withdraw the loans..." He speaks but Wanda raises a hand in the air, interrupting him.

"I think I understand what you mean. You saved my friend, and if she doesn't serve you, she dies?"

"Yes, my lady."

You tried to protest, but Wanda put a hand on your shoulder and looked at you quickly: in her eyes was the simple request that you let her handle this.

Agatha didn't interrupt either, nor did she react when Wanda approached Mephisto.

"I've been told that the title of Scarlet Witch makes me the highest magical authority." She begins, and somewhat begrudgingly, the man nods in agreement. Wanda sighs. "I don't understand this power entirely, but I will. What I do understand now is that if I am the authority, you must obey me."

"My lady-"

"I am not done talking." Mephisto bites his tongue, but doesn't risk challenging the red irises again. "Let's make a few things clear, sir. These two don't belong to you, I do not care about the debt. I don't know how to settle it yet, but I will. So for now, you should know that they're off-limits. Agatha will be my tutor, and any extra activity must come with a guarantee that she'll return to lessons in one piece, and as for Y/N, well..." Wanda takes a step forward, a dry laugh escaping her. "She's mine, do you understand? You're not going to harm her in any way. Not ever. You've kept her away from me long enough, toying with her perception of the truth. Of that, I think we both understand well."

Mephisto clenched his jaw, seeming to fight the urge to end you right then and there. You exchanged a proud glance with Agatha at the witch's posture in front of you.

"This will be my only warning, Mephisto. I'm taking her with me, and it's better that she keeps breathing after we leave."

Irritated but restrained, he retorts: "A rider must serve, my lady, and I don't say that to contradict you. Even if she doesn't obey me, she won't be able to ignore the call. Her soul only stays in this body because of its usefulness."

"We'll deal with it without your intervention in the matter, don't worry." Wanda assures him. "And as for your payment, I still don't fully understand how this realm works, but I'll learn with the help of Agatha and the Darkhold. I believe the Lord of Hell can wait."

To Wanda's surprise, he grew friendlier, with a smile full of evil intentions. Without her realizing why the mention of the book made him so excited, Mephisto bowed again briefly. "I see a promising future for our professional relationship, Scarlet Witch."

He adjusts his hat as a sign of farewell, and it's as if the sun changes direction only for rays to obscure her vision for a moment. Just long enough for Mephisto to disappear.

"He's always rude, don't take it to heart."

The older witch commented, but neither you nor Wanda were paying much attention to her. Wanda came back to you, wrapping you in a tight hug as a confirmation that things were really happening. And as you held her, you exchanged a quick glance with the witch in the car, a grateful one, and all Agatha did was offer the first sincere smile of the day before breaking the moment with a loud honk.

"I'm sorry, but your girlfriend is a fugitive, and flirting in the middle of the street isn't really appropriate for this moment." Mocked the witch, remembering the dozens of federal agents in the area all too willing to ask Wanda for a statement. It wasn't really a problem - but it was a nuisance.

Your girlfriend ignored Agatha's warning to kiss you on the mouth. It almost takes you by surprise, the intensity, but you manage to match it until the older witch honks again and you and Wanda break into a shared giggle.

"Don't worry, we'll have time." You meekly assure her, kissing her cheek before pulling away to open the car door. Wanda doesn't seem too keen to let you go - not that you'd want anything different - so you follow her into the back seat. Even under Agatha's warnings about behaving or she'd throw the car off the first bridge.

Once on the road, the witch met your gaze through the rearview mirror.

"My place or yours?"

You sigh. "Mine's fine."

-&-

The first fight happens as soon as Wanda finds out that for years, you've lived nearby.

So many days when she could have taken a different route from Avengers Tower downtown to the Compound and bumped into you.

Of course, you assured her that you kept a safe distance and that New York was full and big enough for that, but the justifications only made it worse.

And Wanda started crying and locked herself in the first room she found on the way.

You tried to look at Agatha on the sofa - very much comfortable in other people's homes, by the way - but the witch shrugged as she used her magic to bring food from your kitchen to where she was.

With a sigh, you leaned your forehead against the door.

"Wanda, I'm so sorry I left you alone. I swear to God, I lost count of how many times I wanted to break into that tower and just say that I was with you. But I couldn't. I went to the memorial, to visit Pietro. I saw the news about the fight. I saw him die, and I kept seeing it, every time I closed my eyes. And my nightmares replaced him with you. I was sure that if I got close, you'd get hurt, and I'd rather live away from you than lose you." You confessed with emotion, knowing that she was listening even if she didn't answer now. With another sigh, you continued. "I kept my distance, but I never left. I went to all your public events, I even sent you gifts as an anonymous fan. I almost risked everything so many times. And when your friends got into fights and you disappeared to the Raft, I lost my mind. That's when... he made me forget you. It was the only way I could keep doing the jobs and not go after you. But I still lived here, and there was this lack in my chest and I had no idea what it was. Then one day I heard your voice, like a whisper in my heart, and I followed it. I ended up in Westview, and the lack was gone. It was Agatha who gave me back my memories, and we ended up here. With me trying to make you understand that there hasn't been a day since we were separated that I haven't missed you, that I haven't loved you. Please, Wanda. Forgive me."

It takes a long moment, almost long enough for you to think about letting her have more time to think about it, for Wanda to open the door.

She hugs you by the neck, very tightly, and you waste no time in reciprocating.

"Agatha has to leave." That's what she says as she releases you, making you assume a confused expression. You're ready to recall that the witch, despite her mistakes, helped you when Wanda pulled at the edges of your shirt while hiding her face in your collarbone. The way she speaks again makes you understand. "We've lost a lot of time, my love. She needs to go, so we can make up for it."

You nod foolishly, glancing quickly at Agatha who is already getting up without abandoning a bottle of your most expensive drinks that she opened without permission. Not that you're paying attention to anything other than the woman clinging to you.

"You two are disgusting, I'm out." Complains the older witch, practically running out the door as Wanda kisses your neck again and you sigh.

The door had barely closed and Wanda had already pulled your face back to hers, meeting your mouth in an intense, passionate kiss that almost made you lose your bearings.

Your hands wandered across her cheeks in a foolish attempt to gain some control of the kiss, then towards her hair and down her arms to her waist, squeezing and earning a satisfied sigh in return. Wanda's hands were busy undoing your clothes, bursting buttons, and finally throwing your belt aside.

Your blouse ended up somewhere in the room after you kicked your shoes away and while using the interruption and distance necessary to undress, Wanda spoke again.

"All this time you've been keeping watch... tell me, how far have you gone?" she asked between kisses, leading the way to the sofa as she pulled you up by the straps of the barely hanging pants on your hips.

You fought your own arousal to reply: "Hm, never very close. Except, once..." You try to count between kisses, almost losing your train of thought when Wanda pushes you sit up and looks so stunning with her flushed face and out-of-rhythm breathing standing in front of you. "On your birthday. I went to your window, and I just... watched you sleep."

Wanda let out a curious giggle. "Do you fly now?"

"Not really, it's something called astral projection, I'm sure Agatha will teach you." You mumble quickly, and it's your turn to tug at the straps of her jeans. "Can we talk later? U-unless of course, you don't want to do this anymore, because then I'll need a minute to stop shaking and then I can tell you everything-" She interrupts you with a determined kiss, taking the opportunity to sit on your lap too.

With another sigh, she assures you, "We'll talk later." Those are the last firm words of the evening, really. After that, all that leaves Wanda are begging moans and whimpers of pleasure calling out your name.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

-&-

It's a simple routine, within the normal range of living with two witches and having your soul in imprisonment with the Lord of Hell at least.

Agatha becomes a tutor - it suits her, even if she is grumpy and mean and doesn't have much patience for teaching magic. She ends up doing a good job, and in a few months, Wanda already has the same knowledge that a witch who has spent half her life in a coven would have.

As well as classes with the grumpiest teacher on the planet, Wanda has the Darkhold. You don't see her use it that much, because she always chooses the times of your rider duties to study. That, and well, that book gives you a very bad feeling. But Wanda always makes sure that everything is under control and kisses you until you forget about it.

Of course, over time, people tend to waver in their lies and perhaps because it's a Rider's business to feel dark magic, you end up discovering exactly how bad the Darkhold is for your girlfriend.

Or maybe the black fingers gave you a hint.

"It's not too much to ask that you be careful!" You were arguing - no, discussing - Wanda's intense study routine with a book that apparently condemned all readers. "Actually, it's quite reasonable for me to worry-"

"Oh, that's rich coming from you!" She interrupts you. Even though she is now twice the age you first met her, Wanda Maximoff is still as beautiful as the first day you saw her. And just as stubborn as the angry teenager she once was. "Do you want to talk about being reasonable? Do you think you made a good decision when you decided to sell your soul, or when you believed you could stay away for ten years and act as if it didn't affect our relationship?"

You hesitate. "I-I... you said you forgave me."

But Wanda snaps back: "Forgiving isn't forgetting! And why do you think I'm doing all this? I have to learn to control my magic, and I have to learn to be the Scarlet Witch. But most importantly, I have to learn to undo a deal with the devil because at some point you thought it was a good idea to be the Dark Lord's little slave!"

"I did it for you!"

"I know you did!"

"Then why are you angry?"

"Because I love you, you idiot!" she retorts breathlessly. "I love you and I hate how stupidly loyal and impulsive you were to do something like that. And I hate the pain we were forced to endure, and I hate that we wasted so much time."

"Wanda, I-"

"I know." She interrupts with a sigh. "I love you too."

You smile. "Stop reading my mind."

She returns the same smile. "There's not much to read." She teases, wasting no time in bringing her hands to your shoulders when you take her by the waist. You chuckle with a false offense.

"Wow, I'd forgotten how evil you can be." You retort in the same playful tone, nipping at her jaw and lowering your mouth to her collarbone.

Wanda sighs, hugging you for a moment. In the bedroom mirror by the wall, she can see her true reflection and all the Darkhold's influence on her hidden appearance. She blinks away from the demonic appearance to focus on the person holding her so dearly.

"You have no idea, my love." She whispers, forcing a smile when you look at her again. "I just want to keep us safe. Nothing and no one will ever break us apart again. I'll make sure of that."

You don't want to worry, or at least, you don't want Wanda to notice your hesitation about the frightening determination in her eyes. So all you do is kiss her forehead and hold her close.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines #as it was

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yandere-daydreams · 8 months

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Thinking about sex doll Scaramouche the scrapped concept and Wanderer the repurposed Sumeru line, and I bring you Kabukimono the unfinished doll. A ScaraWan model that didn't get all the code written up in him properly or completely. He has the IQ of a roomba. He has no idea what his functions or roles should be, them not being programmed in. He has no concept of how strong he is, oftentimes accidentally grabbing objects and shattering them by accident. His owner/maintenance technician is unsure if the robot even understands that it's a robot, or if it's trying to become a human. Kabukimono showing up with a freshly bleeding heart in his hand beaming like "Am I human now? :D"

tw - implied violence, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior, disturbing themes.

ahhhhhfdlsjdkjslsjfdlsk the current wanderer lore is that he was formerly a failed cross-over model between the harbingers and the shogunate line who was then mellowed out and released with sumeru's more academic characters, so i can absolutely believe that in the mess of his development and production, there were a few models made that just,,, weren't finished, for lack of a kinder way to put it. he's got an incomplete backstory with plot holes you could drive a plane through, clothes that don't quite fit with the harbinger's cold-war-chic aesthetic or the shogunate's refined elegance, and most of his functions were made, well, functional. you're told all that up-front when you find a badly mangled model at a warehouse sale, but you don't care. he's got that beat-up alley-cat charm, and as a veteran companion-droid technician, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you didn't bring him home.

he works better than you expect him to, despite everything you've heard. his base programming (things like 'humans need air to breathe and breathing is good' and 'don't burn down the kitchen when asked to pour a glass of water') is in-tact, and he still has his verbal faculties, even if he does still get tripped-up on names every now and then. he spends the first few weeks following you around like a lost puppy, watching you fix up other androids and go about your daily routines with parted lips and wide eyes, but once he settles in, he's more of a housepet than a companion droid, constantly either lingering at your side or sitting at your feet, never farther than across the room. sometimes, he tries to help around your workshop, but he doesn't exactly have the gentle touch you need to deal with something as delicate as androids. you've found him elbow-deep in the wiringof other teyvat droids before, and well he has yet to do any damage you can't repair, you'd rather not catch him staring blankly at a nearly disassembled ayato with oil soaking into the clothes him again.

the only things you're genuinely worried about are his self-awareness protocols. he doesn't seem to understand the difference between androids and humans (despite having watched you take apart and put together more than a few of the former), and some of the phrases he uses just don't align with the lines his more official counterpart would spout when given the same prompt, occasionally referring to a 'mother' or a blacksmith he can't remember the name of. you've tried to correct him, to pull out your decade-old anatomy charts and drill a few haphazard biology lessons into his metal skill, but there's only so much you can do to change the ones and zeroes that make up his consciousness. there's not much you can do, but still, you'll wish you'd done more when he comes back from a routine errand with something red and pulpy cupped in his hands, his eyes bright and a wide smile plastered across his lips - when he asks, in the sweet, oblivious tone you've never been able to hold anything against, if this is all he needs to be human, to be with you permanently.

when it becomes clear that his programming was just a little more faulty than anyone thought to tell you.

#sex doll au #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere genshin impact #yandere wanderer #yandere scaramouche

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iaeriy · 8 months

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alone (pedri x reader)

pt1!

warnings!; spanish speaking, smut, unprotected sex, fluff at the end!

note!; this took me so long since i had a few issues at home& i was pretty busy these past days and weeks, i have deicdd to make a masterlist and should be getting uploaded between any of these days now, alsoo.. i realized you can only make requests for a fanfic through online tumblr..i don't know why but plz don't ever be afraid to write a request at all,, but besides this. enjoy the pt2 to windows! :')

you had just gotten back form school, it was 3pm and everybody wasn't at home, that includes your annoying brother, your mom and dad. you went to your room as you put your bag down on the chair next to your laptop. you left school since you weren't feeling too well and you had a headache, since you were alone for god knows how long, you decided to go shower. you made your way to the bathroom as you turned the shower on and you undressed yourself.

you did a whole routine as you took your time on taking care of yourself, you got changed into one of pedris hoodie that he let you keep and your white cheeky lace panties. you went downstairs to go get a snack and just try and find some medicine until you heard thuds and footsteps coming from your room..which was upstairs.. you ignored it until it got louder, you rolled your eyes as you held lola, the blonde furry weiner dog as you giggled when she began to scratch and jump on your legs.

you held her as you sat down on the couch, laying down as you went on your phone turning some random tv show on, it started to thunder and the clouds were getting darker as tint of grey and dark blue appeared, you opened the door that led to the backyard as you slid it to the side, "lola! go tinkle before it starts to pour!" you said as you watched her run out the house into the backyard, she started barking as you followed her outside, she usually struggles to get down the stairs from the pathio and to the grass. you held her then went down the small stairs as you placed her down before looking around.

once it started to pour you watched lola come back inside running before you closed the door, you turned the tv off as you heard the same thuds and sounds from upstairs, you grabbed your stuff before going to your room as you made your way upstaird after turning everything off, you walked into your room looking at your window then looking around your room.

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"helloooo..?" you said looking around before the door behind you closed quietly, you looked around your room even under your bed until, "Y/N!" you screamed loudly as you dropped your phone again before you turned around, pedri.. "this is the 2nd time you do this! quit scaring me!" you smacked his arm as he kept laughing as your reaction, you cupped his cheeks before slapping him playfully, "you're all soaked..why did you come either way.." you said running your hands through his damoed hair giggling, "i came because i got your message, i wanted to see if you were okay." he said before he sat down on your bed.

"you're all wet too.." you said ruffling his hair as you sat on his lap putting your hands on the hem of his shirt, lifting his shirt above his head, you giggled cupping his cheeks, "just cover yourself with the blanket for now, it's okay" you said kissing his cheek before getting off his lap wiping off the footprints and the puddle of water that was scattered in your room, you placed a towel on the edge of your window since you'd rather prefer the air than your fan.

you sat back on the bed as you covered your thighs, last time you had your thighs and panties out well.. it turned out to be a sex session, even tho you've been thinking about it lately you just nudged it off and just not thought as much about it, "why'd you leave early? it's only 3.." he said holding your hand as he began to caress it with his thumb, you looked down and smiled before looking at him, "i had a headache and i was nauseous as well, i don't know why tho." you said as you felt his hand go on your thigh, you smacked his hand off, "stop it." you said. he pulled his hand away as he rubbed his hand pouting as you laughed at his reaction, your dimples showing off.

"it's not from 2 weeks ago right?" he said as he was referring to the last time the two of you had sex. yo shook your head smiling, "no bebé..i was on the pill, you're okay. don't worry about it." you said as he held your waist placing you ontop of him. "we can't..my parents could come home any second.. and hey!-" you said as he cut you off lifting your hoodie up as your panties exposed him, "llevas mis bragas favoritas puestas.." (you have my favorite panties on..) he said chuckling as he began to caress your thigh. he slid his hands inside your hoodie as you covered your face with your hands, his cold hands squeezed your breasts as you moaned out in agony. his finger tips began to rub and squeeze your nipple. you bit down on your lip. "we can't.." you whispered smacking his chest playfully, "no estabas timida hace dos semanas.." (you weren't shy two weeks ago..) he whispered as he sat up a bit, his crotch hitting your clothed slit, you moaned out as you uncovered your face and looked at him.

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"fuck it.." you whispered as you took off your hoodie as your bare chest fully was exposed, you cupped his cheeks as you smashed your lips on his kissing him, he kissed back holding onto your waist as you continued to kiss him. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he held onto your breast, you hummed in between the kiss as you moved your hips slightly against his clothed dick. he bit down on your lip as he slid his tongue, exploring your mouth ss you moaned running your hand down the back of his hair, you sucked on hia tongue and his lips as he squeezed your breast slightly. "i-i want..more.." you stopped for a bit to catch your breath as you kissed him again, you continued to rock your hips slowly asgianst his clothed cock as you moaned in the kiss while grunts and small groans escaped out of pedris mouth.

he looked down at your panties as he slid them to the side, your clit being exposed as your panties were still on, you rubbed yourself against him as you gasped in pleasure holding onto his bicep, god.. he was so beautiful you just wanted him in you already, you whined as you continued to move yourself against him. he stopped you as he squeezed your butt before he pulled your panties down to your mid inner thigh, you giggled before getting off his lap as you laid down infront of him, he kissed your cheek before kissing down onto your body as he pecked each of your breast. you giggled ruffling his hair before he kissed down onto your stomach, his breathing against your cold body as you arched your back whimpering as he dragged your panties down with his teeth. you blushed heavily as he threw them on the floor, you giggled as you pushed him down you pulled his black sweatpants down as you sat on his crotch again.

you pulled down his boxers tossing them ontop of your clothes on the floor as his dick sprung out. you swallowed thickly as you hovered your legs over his thighs, lining yourself above his dick, before sinking yourself in as your breath started to hitch out. "this is.. different from..u-usual.." you said blushing heavily as he chuckled cupping your ass cheek, kneading it as you began to move your hips back & fortg around his cock. you mewled out pleasurable moans, placing your hands on his chest as your hips were at a steady pace that had you moaning. he squeezed your ass cheek as you whimpered as he watched your breasts bounce up and down slightly. admiring your body as he held onto your waist.

"you're so unreal..nobody i'd do this with but you." he whispered as you giggled before leaning down to kiss himas you held onto his shoulder, your other hand cupping his cheek. he kissed back guiding you by your ass, you moaned in between the kiss before he sat up as he lifted his hips up, his dick pushing you deeper as you shrieked a bit before you placed your forehead against his, your other hand holding his jaw as the two of you kissed while you repeatedly grinded your hips agaisnt his girth. your kisses being muffled just in case your parents came back. as a matter fact..they did. but you left a message saying you weren't feeling so well, so you had them under your trap, you closed your eyes as you enjoted the pace, a slow abd sready one that had you drunked out from the pleasure, you sighed out in pleasure before looking at him, his brown chocolate eyes. you cupped his cheeks as tears formed from the pleasure, "w-want me to move..f-faster?" you stuttered trying to comprehend your sentence as he caressed your waist chuckling, "whatever you're okat with, i am too hermosa.." he whispered as you nodded your head.

you held onto his shoulders as you began to bounce quicker on his dick, your wetness spreading everywhere as your ass hit his thighs from how deeply and quick you were moving, the repeated movement had you moaning constantly, fuck you were definitely in heaven..your eyes were shut as your head was leaned back before his dick hit against your sweet spot, you lowered your head, your eyes still closed as your moans were getting higher and higherm you were so fucked out you didn't even feel pedri's palm when he covered your mouth, "h-hey!" you shouted into his hand as your sentence got muffled, you spasmed opening your eyes whining into his hand, he chuckled as he kneaded your ass cheek, "you're parents are here..how didn't you hear them mi amor.." he said quietly as you whined out before your head fell on his shoulder as you panted trying to catch your breath.

he pushed you down on the bed as your back hit the sheets and your head hit the pillows, he caressed your thigh before cupping your cheek as your lips found his in a slow passionate messy kiss as your hand tugged on his hair, pulling him closer. he held onto your inner thigh before placing his hand underneath you as the two of you kissed, he lifted your thigh from beneath placing it on his hips as he pushed himself in, he bit down ono your lower lip sliding his tongue into your mouth as you moaned into his mouth when he began to pump himself in & out of you slowly but passionately, he wrapped your legs around his waist thrusting a bit deeper as you digged your nails into his skin. he rested his sweaty forehead as you felt his breath against the bridge of your nose that was all rosy, even your cheeks were all pink. "my god..you feel so amazing.." he says, his voice a little shaky as you giggled between your moans before he found your g-spot.

you arched your back as a whiny moan slipped out of your mouth, you scratched his back as you dug your nails into his skin, as a moan slipped out of his mouth. he thrusted deeply into your g-spot as he smirked holding onto your waist tightly as he sped up his pace slamming himself back and forth against your spot. he rested his face against your neck as your legs wrapped around his hips, groaning and moaning at the way he thrusted deeply and passionately against you. you leaned your head against your pillow as you breathlessly moaned between every thrust against your clit, your stomach felt warm, small little butterflies you felt as well. you lifted his cin looking at him, little sparkles in his eyes as you smiled at him, he pecked your nose as he sped up thrusting quickly against your g-spot.

you tugged on his hair as you moaned louder closing your eyes he leaned down to your neck as he began to plant wet kisses sucking on noticeable areas, you whined out in between your moans as you moaned into his ear scratching his back slightly as you felt your stomach tighten, you whimpered into his ear as your breathing increased and got heavier, "p-pedri..i-i'm-" you said before getting cut off as he placed his finger over your lips, "i know mi vida..i know.." he said before thrusting quicker than he was as you felt his dick hit your cervix many times, each thrust recieving a shriek and a whiny moan, he cupped your cheeks as he kissed you passionately yet deeply, you moaned in between the kiss as you felt your thighs shaking uncontrollably.

his thrusts began getting sloppier as he twitched inside of you, your moans getting whiny and becoming high pitched as you digged your nails into his back, he pulled away from the kiss as he looked down at you, your pink heavy cheeks and glossy teary eyes, "wh-what happened.." you struggled to say as he chuckled at your fucked out of state mind, "nada..you're so beautfiul.." he said shakingly as you giggled before pulling him closer, as both of your forehead's touched, his nose an inch away from yours. "joder..estoy cerca.."(fuck..am close..) he said gripping onto your hips tightly as yoy were trembling non-stop beneath him. "q-quiero correrme.." (i-i wanna cum..) you said biting down on his shoulder as he groaned in pain, "correte para mi hermosa.."(cum for me gorgeous..) he said shakingly as you relreased yourself whiny moaning, spasming all over his cock as he groaned loudly feeling your wamrness as he came inside of you, filling you up with his seed as he collapsed on your chest.

heavy breathing filled up the room as you looked down at pedri, you played with the small strands of his damped hair as he looked up at you smiling, "how's your headache now?" he said caressing your waist as you rolled your eyes giggling, "b-better..thank you for checking up on me tho, you dork.." you said kissing his cheek as he pulled out carefully, laying down next to you. he pulled you into his chest as you rested your head on his chest, you traced your hands down his chest, tracing the scratch marks you left from earlier. he chuckled patting your butt before you fell asleep on his chest a few minutes later.. he looked down as he noticed before he smiled kissing your cheek before wrapping the two of you into the blanket as you two fell asleep.

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you woke up to pedris head being on your chest as he snuggled his head against your breasts, you giggled as he woke up looking at you he pecked your boob before he checked his phone, he groaned in annoyance as you watched him type his reply back to his mother, asking where he was and when he's coming back home. he put his phone down before he rested his head back on your chest, "am not leaving until tomorrow morning, it's okay.." he said as you smiled before falling back asleep as the two of you fell asleep, it was still raining outside, cold air was roaming through the room again. the sound of water outside your window and the small thunder making it even better for you to sleep, the blanket covering the two of you as your chest including pedris were somewhat exposed.

your head was resting on his chest after shifting around movements. he sat up as you whined before waking up looking at him half asleep, "where are you goingg..come back.." you said as the blanket fell and now your breasts were exposed. he giggled putting his shirt back on as his sweatpants were already put on as he kissed your cheel, you looked at him kissing his lips as he kissed back then kissing your forehead. "tengo que irme..te vere en unos dias o tal vez esta noche.." (i have to leave..i'll see you later on in a few days or later..) he said winking at you as you smiled before he kissed you again, you kissed back cupping his cheeks before pulling away. "gracias.. por anoche bebé.." you said before he hugged you kissing your cheek, you hugged back as your hands wrapped around his waist, "te quiero mucho, te vere mas tarde mi amor.." (i love you so much, i'll see you later on my love..) he said as he kissed your cheek before walking to your window as he stepped out and left your room. you fell back on your bed as your head hit the pillows, you covered yourself in your sheets bringing it to your chin, turning to your side as you fell back asleep.

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komoboko · 2 months

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𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝

ft: tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, kanao tsuyuri, genya shinazugawa

Genlas canon I’m ufotable so what if I made a kny oc bcs of genya 🗣️ ・ignore how half of these are about sleep

# tanjiro ! ☆

TANJIRO is such a sweetheart, he really is. But when it comes to sticking to a schedule, he does not make any shortcut or excuses to what will happen. Whatever the schedule says goes no ifs ands or buts. Thankfully he only uses a morning routine anyways.

He had heard from both Rengoku and Mitsuri that having a morning schedule is very good to prepare you for the day. So tanjiro has one to! He tries to get you to follow the routine along with him but you would rather stay in bed instead..

The moment the sun begins to rise is the time Tanjiro wakes up as well. It’s almost as if his body had a set in clock to wake him up. He already gets himself up before he comes and “pesters” you, who is still sound asleep when he’s ready to start the day. Tanjiro only pokes your cheek trying to get you to wake up.

You only groan turning your body over as you already know what he’s waking you up for. “Tanjiro I don’t even think the sun is up yet..” you mumble putting a pillow over your head. Tanjiro only silently laughs before replying “That doesn’t mean we can’t wake up either, if we don’t go fast we’re going to miss our time to train before leaving!” He only flashes a beaming smile, you wished to see that smile in your dreams right now instead.

# zenitsu ! ☆

If he had to be honest ZENITSU is unironically really clumsy. Sometimes he’s doing it to get a laugh out of you, but other times he’s genuinely falling. He can’t help it! It used to be something that happened every now and then but it’s almost become more of a habit of his now.

Even if everybody knows he really is just clumsy, if your around without fail he’ll try to play it off like it was on purpose. If your around and he’s already mid fall he’s going to try and stick the landing to make it seem like he was being funny and just doing it on purpose. Other times when it’s too late to cover up his mistake he tries to cover it up with a cheesy pick up line.

You’re only sharpening your sword, admiring the peace until it’s disrupted once again. You can hear a very familiar voice chanting your name as the voice only grows closer and closer. You turn around to see zenitsu rushing towards you after turning a corner, and from what you can tell he has a couple of flowers in his hand.

It’s only when he gets closer is when he somehow manages to trip on whatever was in his path. He comes tumbling towards you as you rush to his aid only to see him quickly put a rose in his mouth. He stares at you with a prideful gaze as you bite back a laugh. You can’t hold it in anymore once he screams howling something along the lines of “THE ROSE POKED ME!!”

# inosuke ! ☆

Sleeping around INOSUKE is no fun at all. He normally has a lot of energy so staying up late is a given, if you manage to actually fall asleep before he does your lucky. If he even manages to get tired and get close to a bed you’re doomed.

When inosuke is asleep there is nothing that is going to wake him up except himself. He is stone cold asleep meaning whatever he does do in his asleep is a complete ball game to deal with. It’s obvious that he is going to be uncomfortably loud, but he really handsy and not in the romantic way at all..

You groan on the edge of the bed as the cold air breezes against you, an hour before you were very much comfortable in the bed, alone at least. The moment inosuke toppled into bed was when everything came to an end. He took all the blankets for himself, he sprawled out taking up most of the space, and did this all while asleep already.

Not to mention the fact he was almost louder than when kyojuro when he’s talking whenever he snores. Every other moment the room rattles with how loud he is. To the point where you get so fed up you grab the one pillow you can find and move to sleep on the couch. It was much easier falling asleep on the couch, the only problem is when you woke up you find inosuke still completely asleep on top of you.

# kanao ! ☆

A lot of people don’t realize that KANAO can be unusually blunt. Around you she feels more open to speak her mind about something and without realizing it. Her words can come out much more harsh than she had originally intended it.

When she’s around you she’s much more careful at watching her tongue, as she obviously does not wish to hurt your feelings. Which she is really good at!! But if you ask for honest criticism she can’t say that she won’t hold back even on you.

You stare at kanao’s paper as she continues to sketch the treeline in the window Infront of the both of you. You’re impressed by her eye for art and even wonder if she could give you some tips as well. It’s not like you haven’t been practicing after all! “Kanao? Would you mind giving me some tips on how to improve my drawing? Honest criticism please.” You ask the girl as she turns to you. Kanao stares down at your drawing seeing what she believes is a samurai down on your paper.

She looks up back at you taking a deep breath before saying, “well your drawing isn’t near accurate to what time period I assume you’re going for. The proportions are off, the armor plates aren’t in the right place, the blade is incorrect, the legs aren’t even or balance the upper body.” Your jaw drops as kanao only looks back at you putting a hand on your shoulder. “I could help you if you like.” She hopes this would make up for shock she put on your face

# genya ! ☆

While GENYA can normally keep things together, there are times where he doesn’t keep track how long he has been a demon. It’s rare considering he normally on a mission for this to ever really happen, but it doesn’t mean it hasn’t.

The mission had gone well to say the least but everything had gone on for so long. Task after task, minute after minute Genya had become more weary and more irritable. By the time he was actually released he couldn’t care about anything except going to bed. On the plus side it would mean he could see your face as well.

When he finally made it to the inn you to we’re staying at he didn’t think twice about immediately moving towards the bedrooms. He failed to see his reflection or acknowledge how loud his footsteps were moving around the house. You groggily open your eyes startled awake by the incoming noise, you don’t remember anybody staying with you. Not until a shadow peers through the doorway.

You turn around to see yellow eyes stand out from the dark hallway. They pierce menacingly almost into the room your in, slowly creeping closer in the dark. Naturally you scream but your surprised when the figure screams to. It stumbles around the room until it can see its own reflection. It’s only then when you realize it’s just genya who didn’t even realize he was a demon himself. He only mumbles out a small “ohh..” before climbing into bed to try and trying to apologize to you..

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kitkatscabinet · 6 months

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Kinktober - 06: Sex pollen/aphrodisiac

John Price x afab reader

Warnings: attempted non-con (not price), dub-con by way of diminished capacity for consent due to drugs. Price is a dirty old man who doesn't resist as much as he should.

Drug busts were not exactly the 141s speciality, so when the orders for the mission came through the team was more than a little confused. Still, orders were orders and the team had to follow, no matter Captain Price’s irritation.

Another thing you found odd was that Price had commandeered you as his field partner. As a lieutenant, and technically the next ranking officer in charge of the force after Price, you weren’t usually tasked to be on the field together.

Not that you were complaining. Before the task force, you’d worked with John for years and he was easily one of your closest friends and though it had been a while, the two of you easily transitioned into working side by side once more.

It was natural, as easy as breathing, everything with John always was. More than one person had made the joke about you two being each other's work wife/husband and it was impossible to ignore how pleased the term made you feel. It didn’t hurt that John never rebuffed the claim, if anything he played into it more than you.

It was enough to give you hope. Even if your feelings were something that desperately needed to be squashed into oblivion, you took some solace in the knowledge that you would never act on your feelings. You were content to love him silently from afar.

Or rather, you had been, but then everything had gone to shit in what should have been a routine drug bust.

Yet as you lay panting, sweaty and writhing from the sudden heat flowing through your veins it quickly became clear that somewhere down the line routine had flown straight out the window. Trying to orient yourself, you manage to roll onto your knees, whimpering as you accidentally grind down against the heel of your shoe when you sit up.

Your skin is on fire and the mortification, fear, and confusion quickly settle into a sense of amazement and then wonder. You’re so painfully aroused, more so than you’ve ever been in your life. Your underwear is already completely soaked and all you can think about is John.

You just want John. Nothing else mattered anymore, not the supposed cartel or the drugs, you just wanted-

Suddenly hands are touching you, grasping at your clothes and tearing off your vest and shirt before you can stop them. Initially, you’d felt relief. Relief at the cool air on your sweaty skin and at the fact that someone was finally touching you.

Though as your blurry vision settles somewhat, that relief fades to terror as you realise the man in front of you is very clearly not John. It’s the man who had managed to get the drop on you, jabbing a needle full of an unknown substance into your neck. You try to scramble away in panic, a half sob leaving your lips before you can stop it.

Where was John? You just wanted John.

He’s touching you again and though you kick out with a shaky leg, it doesn’t do any damage. Instead, he simply grips your leg, tugging you closer towards him as he fumbles with your belt.

Just as he manages to get your pants down to your thighs and you’re practically choking on your tears the man is suddenly ripped off you violently. Scrambling backwards you watch with wide eyes as your captain lays into the man with a roar of fury.

His hands are covered with the now unresponsive man's blood and even though it's clear he’s dead John doesn’t stop. It’s not until you’re plastering yourself to his back, burying your nose in the skin of his neck and whimpering his name that he turns and pays attention to you.

You let out a pleased hum at that, your hands greedily ducking under his shirt to explore the expanse of his broad chest. Only to let out a dismayed whine as he grabbed your wrists, preventing your exploration.

“Darlin, you’re not yourself.” He murmured, though even through the haze of your lust you could make out the clench of his jaw, the subtle shake in his hands and the way his blown pupils stared down at your mostly nude skin.

You shook your head defiantly at his words, desperate to make him see just how badly you wanted- no, needed him. You managed to guide one of his hands down and inside your drenched panties, moaning at the feel of his thick fingers against you.

“More myself than I’ve ever been. Need you. S’all for you. Please Captain, hurts so bad” you whined, bucking against his hand that he very tellingly hadn’t pulled away. He’d let go of your wrists in his shock and you used the opportunity to snake your hands around his neck, pulling yourself to rest against his chest.

He groans at your movements, chest rumbling in a way that sends shivers down your spine. “Please John, been thinking about this for years-” The statement is barely past your mouth before he’s bending his neck down and shutting you up with his own.

Whether its the use of his name or the knowledge of just how long you’d wanted him, he snaps, unable to hold back anymore.

His free hand cups the back of your neck, keeping you in place as his other rubs over your clit a few times before two of his large fingers are slipping inside your aching hole. You’re so wet that there’s little pain and you moan pathetically into his mouth as your legs give out beneath you.

John catches you smoothly and quickly sets you down on a cool metal table in the corner of the room, all the while never pulling away from your mouth. Your hands have managed to rid him of his belt, pawing at his fly and pulling out his flushed cock that betrays just how much he wants you too.

The sight makes your mouth water and if you weren’t so desperate to have him inside of you you’d have gotten on your knees from him immediately. He lets out a hiss at the feel of your smooth fingers tugging at his length though to your displeasure, he quickly bats your hand away even as you let out a confused whine.

“Sorry love, but if ya keep touching me like that, I won’t last much longer.” His voice is strained and it sends a whole new wave of arousal through you to know that you affected him so much.

“Need you inside. Now” you tug on his hips, pulling your ruined panties down enough so his cock presses between your wetness. He groans once more and tries to protest but you are determined and so fucking desperate that you snap at him. Using his shock as an opportunity you snake your legs around his waist and start to slide him inside of you before he can stop you.

Luckily, you don’t have to do all the work, as the moment you get the tip of his length inside of you his hands find purchase on your hips and he pushes the rest of the way in. Your head rolls back at the feeling of being stretched out and filled and John uses the opportunity to nose against the skin of your exposed neck.

His beard tickles against your skin but you barely notice it over the lingering bites and the brutal pace his hips immediately set. You’re powerless to do anything but grasp onto any part of him you can manage and take what he gives you.

The sound of your moans and flesh slapping against flesh drowns out everything else in the area. Not that it matters, because nothing else exists outside of John. The world could be ending right now and you wouldn’t notice or care.

His rhythm starts to falter and he lets out a string of curses against your shoulder, one of his hands quickly snaking down to put pressure on your sensitive clit and it’s enough to make you see stars.

“Come on love, Cum for me darlin’” He hardly has to utter the words before you’re following his orders, thighs spasming and breath leaving your chest as the most intense orgasm of your life crashes over you.

John’s swearing but you can’t make out the exact words, though you do feel the result your orgasm has on him as he tumbles over the edge after you, spilling hot ropes of cum inside your greedy pussy.

A few seconds pass and you manage to regain your breath and some clarity. But the heat has not completely abated and your hips start moving again with a mind of their own as you grind against John with a sob.

You think you apologise through the gasping breaths for air and tears that have started to spill down your cheeks, but you can’t think of anything other than him and the pleasure you so desperately craved.

His hands are on your hips, flipping you around and pressing you against the desk, causing you to sob in earnest at the sudden lack of contact. Though he quickly reassures you with a few kisses down your spine, dropping to his knees as his hands keep your hips stationary against the table.

A bite at the skin of the junction of your thigh and his hot breath murmuring words you can’t even begin to hope to decipher over the roar of blood in your ears quickly appeases you though. John wasn’t going anywhere soon. Not until you were satisfied.

#x reader #john price x reader #cod mw x reader #captain john price #john price

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coqxettee · 11 months

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Coquette night routine:

My current Spring night routine: 🌸🍵🌙

Once I get in from being out for the day/doing work I usually get changed into some comfy clothes, and light a candle for a relaxing evening ahead. The sky is still so light outside, (I can’t wait for summer) so I have a lovely evening ahead of me ♡

I tidy my room and make sure everything is clean and put away. I usually open my bedroom window too, to air it (if I haven’t done so already in the day) and to get some of the Spring fresh air before I settle down for the evening. I spray my room with a floral room spritz too ♡

I usually read or journal on my bed until I’m called for dinner. I love reading fairytales in late spring and anything light-hearted/romantic ♡

For dinner I have been having light meals. We’re coming up to summer and the weather has been rather warm recently so something light is perfect. Either soup or salad, and usually before or after dinner I have some cold fruit too ♡

Once I’ve eaten I will watch a comfort film. The Harry Potter series has been added to my countries Netflix recently so I have been watching them every evening. Sometimes I have a light, sweet snack whilst watching too. But I never eat more than 3 hours before bed usually ♡

I make some hot lemon tea and go back into my room to watch a comfort episode of something. I love the Beatrix Potter/Peter rabbit episodes you can watch online for free. They are so comforting, beautiful and radiate such coquette, cottagecore vibes. Perfect for this time of year ♡

Usually I play a wind-down video game. Either Animal crossing or Minecraft. I associate both of these games with Spring because they are light-hearted and allow me to be creative of an evening ♡

Once I’ve let my food digest for a couple of hours or so, I get my yoga mat out and begin stretching for the evening. I try and do Pilates/yoga or a K-pop dance routine everyday and a stretching routine. (Apart from setting my alarm) I also don’t go on my phone from this point onwards, so there are no screens/blue lights before bed ♡

Shower time. I usually shower quite late before bed and every morning too. I just like the way it makes me feel more fresh but obviously not everyone likes doing this so don’t feel you have to! I use my marshmallow shower gel, coconut body cream or my cherry-blossom body cream too. I love washing the day off ♡

Then I take off my days makeup and do my skincare whilst usually watching Vogue beauty secrets. It’s such a comforting thing to watch when your taking off/putting on your makeup. I also spray myself with a lavender body mist to help me sleep, and of course I brush my teeth ♡

I then get changed into a nightgown or some cotton/airy pyjamas. I don’t like to wear anything too constricting in Spring, which is why I love vintage nightwear. Or I wear my Brandy Melville, heart lace pyjamas ♡

I brush my hair through thoroughly whilst listening to classical music, and tie it up either with a ribbon or hair tie so it doesn’t mess up when I sleep ♡

I pick out my outfit for the next day the night before and lay it out on my vanity so I know what I’m wearing the following morning ♡

I turn my electric blanket on if it is a little chilly that night and say goodnight to my parents. I switch my fairy lights on and get into bed ♡

I either listen to relaxing “Lana Del Rey” songs or nursery rhymes ♡

I usually journal about my day to reflect on everything that has happened and I write my to-do list for the following day ♡

I read every night for half an hour or more. Usually it’s a fairytale so my head is filled with magic before I sleep ♡

Before I sleep I play rain music or rainforest sounds, or I choose a subliminal to listen to overnight from my library, and I spray my pillow with “Lavender pillow mist” or I use a sleep oil to help me get to sleep ♡

If I haven’t done it already, I set my alarm for 7AM, to ensure I have a productive morning the next morning. I make sure to get at least 8-10 hours of sleep. I love waking up early and listening to the bird song, especially now since the Sunrise is at 4am ♡

I count sheep & swans and like to imagine fantasy lands in my head before I sleep, and hope to be transported there in my dreams, before I finally drift off to the land of Z z z ♡

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thewailingbells · 6 months

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Can I request Bubba Sawyer not really understanding what his female S/O period is. All he knows is that he saw blood on the sheets and thinks there's an emergency. Maybe he gets very protective when Y/N explains the whole thing.

A Bit of Blood

AN: Sorry this took so long! I had a very busy month but everything has finally started to calm down.

Warnings: This entire fic is about periods, so if that grosses you out, don’t read!

The sun is brightly shown through the thin curtains, gently nudging you awake. The persistent morning light became too much to bear. You let out an annoyed groan and rolled over on your side. You sought refuge from the persistent morning sun in your lover’s chest. Today was a rare day in the Sawyer household; it was quiet and calm. From the limited amount of time you had spent with the family, you concluded that they knew very little about those two concepts.

Nubbins was out in town taking photographs for his collection, Drayton was at the gas station working hard to get everything set up for the week, and Chop-Top was still in Vietnam.

That left only you and Bubba at home. He slept soundly in bed beside you. Despite his imposing size, there was a gentle calmness about him as he slept. You couldn't help but admire your big, gentle, manly lover, asleep and vulnerable, whose features softened in repose rather than the stern, concerned look he usually expresses.

Bubba’s eyes fluttered open. A smile appeared on his face when he realized you were right in front of him. He let out a squeal of happiness and pulled you into his chest. You giggled and hugged him back, enjoying his tight embrace. Despite the lovely moment you were having, Bubba was a morning person. Once he woke up, he was filled with energy. Bubba said something you couldn’t quite understand before wiggling out of your grasp. You sighed and rolled over to lay on your stomach.

Bubba began to follow his usual routine. Pull the blankets down, get out of bed, pull the blankets back up to cover you, and give you a kiss. Except this time, he let out an animalistic squeal. You quickly shot up in bed and turned to face him.

“Bubba! What’s wrong? What happened.”

He continued to make concerned noises. Bubba pointed to the bed. You jumped out of the bed to see what was wrong with it. Your heart sank. There was blood. Bubba began to cry. He gently patted the bottom of your butt, and you could only assume there was a blood mark there too.

You looked at him with loving eyes. You grabbed his rough hands with your soft ones. “Bubba, I’ll be okay. Don’t worry.”

He shook his head. You obviously weren’t okay! You are bleeding! That means you are hurt! Bubba started sobbing. “I’m sorry I hurt you I didn’t mean it I want to help you but I don’t know how to do that and I don’t want you to die so please don’t die,” he said. While the words weren’t exactly spoken in proper English, you were able to get the gist of what he was trying to say.

You squeezed his hands. “Listen to me. I am not going to die. This is normal for me. I need you to calm down. Can you do that for me?"

He nodded. You smiled at him and sat down on the bloodstained bed. If you bleed more, it doesn’t matter; the sheets are already ruined. Bubba stayed standing up. He was too concerned to sit.

You used the most gentle tone you could. “Bubba. As you know, I am a woman. That means I have a different body than you. You’ve seen me naked many times. Whether we were showering together, having sex, or you just walked in on me changing, remember how I told you not to cum inside me?"

He nodded. Of course he remembered, but that didn’t explain why you were bleeding! There is no time to waste! If he waits too long to tend to the wound, you could bleed out. Despite his inner thoughts, he stayed put and listened. Bubba played with his bracelet to calm himself.

“There was a reason why I told you that. Bubba. If you cum inside me, I have a baby. Once a month, when I don’t have a baby, I bleed out of my vagina.”

Before you can continue, Bubba is pulling down his pants. You quickly stopped him. “Bubba! That doesn’t mean I want a baby! We’re too young for that.”

He whines. “The baby will stop the bleeding you need a baby now!”

You shake your head. “It doesn’t work like that. Not exactly, at least. The bleeding does hurt, but I would rather bleed than have a baby. Usually I just have cramps, headaches, dizziness, fatigue, mood swings, and a few other things.”

Bubba started crying again. You have to go through all of that? Once a month? He loves you! He doesn’t want you to be in pain. Bubba pats your head gently.

You were about to say something but were interrupted by a sharp pain in your lower abdomen. You quickly hunched over and grabbed your stomach.

You felt a pair of strong arms pick you up and place you on the bed. “Bubba. I’m fine, real-“

“Nu uh,” Bubba said. You tried to sit up, but he pushed you down onto your back.

He grabbed the waistband of your pajama pants and pulled them off you. He took your top off as well. Bubba looked into your eyes for a brief moment before gently taking off your underwear.

You groaned. “Sweetie, what are you doing? I’m going to bleed on the sheets more than I already have. It’s gonna make a mess.”

Bubba climbed into bed next to you. He made shushing sounds to shut you up. His rough, calloused hand began to gently rub your uterus. He continued to make sad sounds, like those of an injured puppy.

You felt disgusting. Like an animal free bleeding all over the place you slept.

“Bubba, isn’t this gross to you?”

He shook his head. Figures: After chopping up animals and people, blood must start to mean nothing to you.

“I’m going to need feminine products, Bubba. I can’t spend a whole week in bed because I’m bleeding.”

Your love whined. There was something about this that he liked. It was domestic, in an odd sense. You were sprawled out in the bed naked. Yet there were no feelings of sexual desire. Only a desire to nurture.

“Rest,” Bubba said. “I will take care of you. We can get you everything you want later. I love you so much please feel better.”

“Thank you,” you said weakly. This was certainly something you thought you would never do. To anyone else, their girlfriend bleeding all over their bed would make them want to vomit. Not for Bubba though, he loved everything about you, and he would be with you through everything. Everything.

#bubba sawyer #leatherface #bubba sawyer x reader #leatherface x reader #the texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #slasher x reader #texas chainsaw massacre

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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The Rebound 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Curtis Everett

Summary: after a divorce, you try to start over.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

A giggle crawls through you and nips at your ears. You can’t help your paranoia as every whisper prickles across your skin. Are they talking about you? Laughing?

Things were going pretty good. Your new regime of walking is going on day eight and you’ve cut back on your snacking. You're a bit sore from trying to jog along the path but that morning felt okay. Until you ventured down to the grocery store on your lunch.

Ugh. You should’ve just walked away. You shouldn’t have kept listening to the conversation. To that girls churlish laughter. And you surely shouldn’t have gone to peek at her. You could pretend she isn’t so much younger.

Her name is Greta. She spoke loudly about the sheriff, almost as if she knew you could hear. Maybe she did.

It’s over. Let it go. You keep telling yourself that. It’s not that you want Lee back.. You’d rather be alone than unwanted. It’s just that you were right. You were being traded in for a younger model.

Well, so much for starting over. You’re going to cry into a tub of ice cream tonight and catch up on reruns. You don’t have the energy to go out for your walk. You just want to lay face down and forget the world, or at least, Hammer Ford.

You wiggle a pen in the air and look around the library. It’s not very busy. It never is. This place is lifeless. Like everything else, it’s dull and empty.

“Um, excuse me,” a voice startles you from your self-pity. You make yourself smile as you face the man. It’s him, Curtis. “Return.”

He holds up the book he took out last week and sets it on the counter. You look at the cover and pick it up. You key it in as returned in the system.

“Thanks, you’re a fast reader,” you comment as you put it in the returns pile.

“Mm, sure,” he utters.

You turn back to him and stare awkwardly, unsure what to say. He hasn’t been unfriendly but he’s less than outgoing. You’re not sure what to say. He’s so stoic and stony, it makes you nervous.

“How was your—”

“Do you–”

He stops himself as you speak at the same time. You chuckle and wring your hands, “you go.”

“Yeah, uh,” his grey-blue eyes cling to you, “I was wondering if you had any suggestions.”

“Um, oh, yeah, of course, if that’s what you typically like to read, I can definitely make a few recommendations,” you breathe through your anxiety. You think he’s younger than you, maybe not by much but you definitely show your age a lot more obviously. “Have you tried any Dean Koontz? Odd Thomas is fascinating.”

“That ones my favourite,” he says.

“Heh, yeah, that was kind of obvious,” you sniff, “well, you can try Patrick Logan if you haven’t checked him out.”

“Logan,” he nods and looks around, “you think you could show me?”

“Right, yeah,” you step around and push through the door of the counter, “it should be with the usual stacks…”

You take him towards the fiction section at the rear and find the right shelf, “looks like we only have a few here… oh but the first one’s available.”

You slide out the book and offer it to him. He considers it and takes it, reading the back. His eyes flit up and startle you.

“Thanks, sounds good.”

“Great, well, er, I’ll let you look around. You know where I’ll be.”

“I’m good. I’ll take this one,” he affirms.

You nod and sidle past him. He follows you back to the counter and takes out his library card. You go through the usual routine as he stands silently across from you. You hand him his card back with the book.

“Hope you like it.”

He looks at it and tilts his head, “have a good night.”

“Yeah, good night.”

He turns and stalks away. He doesn’t lift his head as he stares down at the book in his hands. He passes through the library doors, a young teen dodging out of his way as he enters. You give a thoughtful hum. He’s a bit odd but who isn’t around here.

You go to the returns and start your closing duties. You zone out as you put the books on the cart, keeping them in order by which call number you’ll pass by first. A sharp woop makes you jump and look up as coloured lights flash outside the library.

Your moment of peace dissipates. The scene at the grocery store replays in your head. The laughter echoes in your ears. The silhouette striding up to the doors makes your heart drop. No, why?

Lee Bodecker enters, his thumb hooked in his belt. The sheriff. Your ex husband. You cringe as he approaches the counter.

“Evening, ma’am,” he drawls as he stops across from you, “you haven’t seen a kid in a hoodie, have ya?”

You swallow as you stare at him. He’s going to stand here and act like nothing happened. Like he doesn’t know you. You shake your head, “no, sir.”

His cheek dimples. A strike of anger zips up your spine. He used to stand just like that when you did something wrong. No, not wrong, just not the way he wanted it. And even then, you called him sir. He always had that smug smirk on his face.

“Mm, well, you see some twerp in a blue sweater and you give me a call. You still got my number, don’t ya?” He winks.

“Haven’t seen him,” you repeat, even as you recall the young kid who shied away from Curtis. The teenager couldn’t haven’t done anything that serious. “Good night, sheriff.”

“Night, honey,” he snickers.

You turn your back to him before he can see you crack. He’s mocking you. He struts around proudly, waving his dick around, gloating in the whispers. And you’re left to wallow in dejection. After all, he’s a man of the law, he’s untouchable. You’re the bitch who couldn’t do your damn duty.

#curtis everett #dark curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #drabble #the rebound #au #backwoods au #snowpiercer #series

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bitterpotionn · 7 months

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Johnny Slaughter - Crush pt. 2

Here is part 2! I wanted to get this out sooner rather than later. I always hate waiting for part 2s, so I didn't want to subject anyone to that. This one is very smut heavy and I'm quite proud of it. It's also very long.

I hope you all enjoy it! I wouldn't mind expanding on this dynamic in the future if that's something y'all would read so just let me know!

As always, any feedback or constructive criticism is welcome!

Warnings: Use of Y/N, dub-con, Johnny's mean, cunnilingus, slapping, hair pulling, unsafe sex, pressure, reader is sad, drinking, smoking, name-calling, blood, loss of virginity

Two dates turned into many. Sneaking out and ditching her friends to see Johnny became a routine for her. She was so infatuated with him. She wanted to be around him constantly and she just couldn't help but revolve her entire life around him. He was always so convincing and charming; how could she resist?

They were walking hand in hand down the old cracked sidewalk. They had just gotten out of the late showing of a movie she was dying to see. Johnny was off today. Quiet. She took note of this and was worried the entire night, she didn't want him to be upset. She leaned into his side as they walked, stroking the top of his hand. He just grunted and continued walking as he took another long drag out of his cigarette. "Hey, I forgot to mention, my parents will be out of town for the weekend, some wedding thing..." her words drifted off, she felt him slightly stiffen next to her "Maybe you could, I dunno come over and I can make you dinner?" her eyes shifted to study his reaction. For the first time tonight, he grinned; wide. "That sounds like a good idea, darlin'"

Once they arrived at her house she let Johnny in, motioning him to follow her into the kitchen. Johnny scanned his eyes around the house. It was clean and cozy. Definitely a lot nicer than his house. He zoned in on a family picture hanging on the wall next to the kitchen entrance. Her mom and her dad were sitting on the porch of their house, with a teenage Y/N sitting in the middle of them, smiling. His eyes narrowed. He was distracted as she got out some pots and pans and began gathering up some ingredients in a hurried manner. She really wanted to impress him.

As she stirred some red sauce he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing himself into her. She could feel his slight hard-on. This made her stiffen a bit. They hadn't done much other than kissing and some light petting. Not that Johnny didn't try almost every time they went out, she always shyly turned him down. Mumbling something about "not being ready." Much to his dismay.

"I love seeing you act like my little housewife, makin' me dinner" he hummed out, his head resting on her shoulder. She could feel his warm breath on the side of her face. "Such a good girl for me hm?" his hands traveled to the underside of her breasts, staying still in that position for a while. She gave him a nervous laugh and nudged his shoulder playfully. "Makin' me blush Johnny" she said as she continued to stir the contents in the pan. He chuckled and stayed in his position, gently swaying her back and forth. Eventually, she needed to grab some more ingredients. She slipped out of his grip and started to grab some pasta to boil.

He leaned against the counter as he watched her rush around, desperately trying to make everything perfect for him. She turned to look at him. "You can sit down, you don't gotta stand here with me" she said giving him a smile. He shrugged and looked over at the food. "I like watchin'" he said grinning at her.

After a while of her running around she finally finished preparing the pasta. She got him his plate first and sat it down on the kitchen island. She had a hopeful look on her face as he watched him eating, praying that he would like it. "Do you like it?" she asked rubbing his head as he ate. He nodded and smiled at her. "Delicious" she felt herself breathe a sigh of relief as she gathered her own plate, setting down right next to him.

It almost felt domestic. Sitting next to him eating a home-cooked meal like this. She felt like she was on cloud nine. She could almost pretend that they lived together, that this was just another Saturday of them eating dinner together. Maybe they just put the kids down for sleep and they finally had some alone time, she liked to think like that. She felt like she was living her teenage fantasy.

After they were both done eating, she was washing the dishes in the sink as he leaned beside her, drinking one of her dad's Budweiser beer bottles from the fridge. She made a mental note to replace it, to not raise any attention to it being gone. "What we havin' for dessert, I think I got some ideas," Johnny said, his voice low as he spoke directly into her ear. She giggled and playfully swatted him away as she dried off her hands. "I still gotta show you around," she quickly changed the subject as she grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the center of the house.

The tour was painfully long and boring for Johnny, after all he only had one thing on his mind. The last part of the tour was the room Johnny was waiting for, her bedroom. As they walked in, his eyes scanned the area. He walked around and looked at all the pictures on her dresser, and all the books on her bookshelf. He noted a lot of pictures of her friends and family. As he scanned the area she sat down on her floral comforter on her bed. Readjusting some of her pillows and stuffed animals, trying to make the room look more neat. She almost felt like this was a prison cell check, the way he looked at every little detail made her nervous.

He turned back to her sitting figure and grinned widely. "Cute," he said, sitting down next to her, glancing over at her stuffed animals that lined the bed. "Aren't you too old for all those stuffed animals," he teased pulling her into his lap. She gave him a pout and shook her head. "You can never be too old," she said leaning her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapping around his torso. He chuckled and held her close, rocking her back in forth almost like a child. "I haven't forgotten about dessert ya know," he said slowly, kissing up and down her neck.

She bit down on her lip and didn't answer, too distracted by the feeling of him kissing her neck. He switched positions and gently laid her down on her bed, he was hovering over her. His knee was positioned right in between her legs, pushing up against her. She bit down on her tongue to prevent herself from moaning out. His lips were all over her neck and mouth, the feeling was becoming almost unbearable. It was only when his hand moved down to the button of her jeans is when she shot up. He made a surprised noise as he followed suit, leaning back trying not to fall off the bed. "What the hell Y/N?" he said his eyes narrowing.

She bit down on her lip and shook her head a bit. "I-I'm sorry, I just got nervous" she looked up at him and reached for his hand. "I just don't know if I'm ready for that, Johnny" He groaned slightly and moved his hand away from hers, rubbing his face in annoyance. "What am I supposed to just wait around until you decide to be ready? You're an adult Y/N" he snapped, almost glaring at her. "Johnny...don't be mad. I just, I need more time" her voice was meek as she spoke, her heart hurt. He gave a dry chuckle at this and shrugged standing up. "Right" he started to walk toward the door, and she quickly stood up and grabbed his arm. "Please don't go I'm sorry" her voice broke as she fought back the urge to cry.

"You're being so childish, Y/N. After all I do for you, you won't even let me touch you" he pulled his arm away from her and rolled his eyes. She felt her heart beat quicken, she felt like she was going to throw up. He can't just leave. "No, no I'm ready I swear" she said grabbing onto his arm again.

He looked down at her with a skeptical look on his face. "Really?" She quickly nodded and gave him a weak smile. "I mean. You're right, you do so much for me and you treat me so well. Its the least I can do right?" He smirked and nodded "That's right" he lifted her up and laid her back down on her bed. "Just please go easy..." she said frowning a bit at him. He nodded "Of course, I always take care of you don't I?"

His lips found their way to her neck, kissing and sucking. She winced at the thought of having visible hickeys on her neck. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't risk upsetting him again. His knee found its way right back in between her legs. She couldn't help but lightly grind against his knee, desperate for some type of friction. He snickered at this and rammed his knee closer to her aching cunt. She gasped a bit as her eyes shot up to meet his. "Don't get shy now doll, just a second ago you were humping my knee like a bitch in heat," he snickered and pulled up her t-shirt, exposing her breasts to the cool air of her bedroom. She whined and tried to squeeze her legs together, only to be stopped by this leg in between her thighs. "You've been holdin' out on me doll, makin' me wait for so long," his mouth caught onto one of her breasts, desperately sucking at her nipple.

She arched her back off the bed, holding onto his shoulders as he continued. Letting out small whines. She was overwhelmed with all of the different feelings she was having. On the one hand, she was ecstatic to lose her virginity to Johnny, after all, she loved him. But on the other hand, she was scared and didn't feel entirely ready. She felt like she had no choice now.

After an eternity of Johnny giving her hickeys and sucking on every part of her chest, his hands found their way to her jean button. He glanced up at her as he unbuttoned her jeans, painfully slow. He then yanked them down so that she was completely bare underneath him. He hummed out and ran two thick fingers over her wet cunt. He chuckled when he felt her. "Already soaked like a slut, you sure you're a virgin doll?" she quickly nodded her eyes going wide. He snickered "I'm just playin'" he ran his fingers through her folds. She let out some strained moans as she furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes squeezing shut. "Since I'm bein' such a gentleman, I'll warm you up first," without much warning, he pushed two fingers inside of her. She let out a gasp and stared at him. The feeling was so foreign to her. She couldn't decipher what she was exactly feeling.

He steadily pumped his fingers inside of her, curling them up into her. His free hand found its way to her neck, keeping her steady as he worked her. She let out small moans and whines her legs shaking. "J-Johnny" she stuttered out, gripping his forearm. Right when she felt herself about to go over the edge, he pulled his fingers out of her. He scanned his fingers, a thin sheen of blood coated them, he snickered and looked in her eyes as he sucked his fingers clean, letting out a low groan as he did so. Her eyes widened as he watched his lude act. She felt a warm sensation in her stomach.

He smirked and stroked the side of her face. He kissed her deeply, she could taste herself on his tongue. He then pulled away and took off his shirt, exposing his toned chest to her. She couldn't help but stare, it was clear all the farm work paid off. He then unbuckled his belt and pulled out his hard cock, stroking it in his hand. Her eyes went wide as she realized the sheer size of him. "Think ya can handle it darlin'?" he snickered, rubbing the tip through her wet folds. "Is it gonna hurt?" she asked, a deep frown on her face, she felt like she already knew the answer but hoped he would be able to provide some reassurance. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her neck "Probably, but I'll go easy doll," he said with a sarcastic tone. He didn't make her feel better.

Without much warning, he pushed into her, he let out a deep groan, "Fuck your tight," he moaned out. She let out a strained whine, she dug her nails into his forearm. The feeling was almost too much, the feeling of him deep inside of her made her eyes roll back. It was painful and foreign at the same time. Johnny started to move but she quickly shook her head. "N-not yet" she moaned out, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He feigned an eye roll before shaking his head. "You gotta get used to the feeling, it will feel good I promise," he started thrusting at a steady pace. She panted and let out a series of loud moans as he hit deep inside of her.

"Such a good girl,” He gripped her hips as he thrust into her. He looked down and saw some drips of blood go onto her floral comforter. He smirked and thrust harder, his grip tightening around her hips. She gripped his hands and whined. "J-Johnny..." she breathed out. "That's right, I own this cunt", he reached out and gripped her neck, leaning down to kiss her sloppily.

Her mind was spinning, she almost felt sick and she was desperate for some sort of comfort from Johnny, but he didn't give her that. Johnny continued his rough thrusts into her, squeezing at her neck, all while letting out low groans. "Fuck I'm gonna fill you up," he moaned out, staring at the way her breasts moved with every thrust. With one last mind-numbing thrust, Johnny finished deep inside of her. He let out a string of curses as he squeezed down on her neck. Her eyes squeezed shut, cringing at the feeling of his hot cum inside of her.

He let out a low whistle as he pulled out of her, admiring the way his pink-tinted cum dripped out of her and onto her bed. He smirked at her and pulled her in for a kiss that was more teeth than anything. "You were a good girl, doll," he got up and began dressing himself, throwing one of her shirts on the floor to her so she could clean herself off. She shakily grabbed the shirt and tried to wipe the cum and blood off of her comforter. She looked up at Johnny. "You're gonna stay the night right?" she asked quietly, embarrassment laced through her words.

Johnny hesitated for a second. "I can't tonight, darlin'. Gotta be up real early tomorrow. But I'll swing by later hm?" he lifted her up from the bed and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight, not wanting to let go. He chuckled and patted her back, setting her back down on her bed. Without another word from him he walked out of her room. She could hear his heavy boots thudding down the stairs and out the door. The sound of his truck driving away was like a punch to the gut.

She sat on her bed, still completely naked. She looked over at the large stain on her comforter. She shakily got up and stumbled into the bathroom, she felt dirty and used. She sat down against the door of the bathroom and hugged her knees to her chest. Her first time was supposed to be...different. It was supposed to be on her terms. She imagined Johnny gently laying her on her bed, whispering 'I love you's' into her ear as he held her. Going slow and easy. Showering her with love and admiration. Staying the night and holding her as she slept. Yet here she was, naked, bruised and sore on her bathroom floor. She cried herself to sleep that night.

The following morning she got up early. She could hardly sleep. She woke up with a splitting migraine and an ache in between her thighs. She called Lacy and Sarah. She didn't dare tell them what happened, how could she? Yet despite the complexity of her feelings, she found herself missing Johnny. She missed the way he would hold her hand and help her into his truck. Maybe she was just being difficult, he had to care about her. He wouldn't have waited so long if he hadn't; right?

Later that night, she was walking home from her shift at the bookstore. She was still sore and slightly upset. She hadn't heard anything from Johnny, not even a call. She almost didn't want to hear from him. The night before created a foggy mess over her brain. Left her confused and hurt.

She was able to pick up some new titles today, courtesy of her boss. She clutched the books closely to her chest as she neared her house. She heard the familiar roar of Johnny's truck coming up behind her, and her stomach dropped. Johnny rolled down the window and whistled at her. "Who is this pretty girl? Walkin' home by herself?" he chuckled and looked over to her. When she didn't respond he frowned. "Hey Y/N,” she stopped and looked over giving him a weak smile. "Hi Johnny, just headin' home," she said slowly approaching the truck. "I see that. Let me give you a ride, c'mon,”

She didn't bother to argue as she got into his car, settling into the passenger seat. He leaned in and gave her a deep kiss. She kissed back slightly before pulling away with another weak smile. He made a "hmph" sound before starting down the road toward her house. His hand found its way to her thigh as he drove. "You feelin' okay? Sore?" he snickered and looked over to see her reaction. She didn't offer one, other than a slight nod. He noticed this change in demeanor quickly, a deep scowl set on his face.

The rest of the ride was relatively quiet, aside from the sound of her flipping through the pages of her new books. Once Johnny pulled up to her house he turned off the car and got out, opening the passenger side door for her. She slipped out of the truck and looked up at him. "Thank you for the ride, I'll see you later,” she said turning to walk back into her house. He grabbed her arm and chuckled a bit. "Not gonna invite me in? Your parents aren't home still," he hummed wrapping his arm around her shoulder, walking toward the front door with her. "Johnny-" she didn't have much time for protest before he walked into the house with her.

"I figured I'd make it up to you since I couldn't stay last night. I'll stay tonight. How's that sound?" he asked, leading her up to her bedroom. She hesitated a bit before nodding "Alright...I'm awfully tired though." she said nervously, setting down her books at her desk. Johnny nodded and stretched his arms above his head. "Too tired for me?" he asked with a fake pout, pulling her close to him by the waist.

He sat down on her bed and sets her in his lap. “I missed you today, came by earlier and you weren’t here,” he explained, his voice laced with some annoyance. “Well I was workin’” she said sitting ridgitly in his lap. He nuzzled his face into her neck and peppered kisses along her throat. She let out a small giggle and lightly pushed his face away. He chuckled at this and angled her so she was sitting directly on his hardening bulge.

She felt a small squeeze in her stomach, she laughed nervously and shifted off of his lap and sat beside him. “Johnny…maybe not tonight. I’m really tired,” he rolled his eyes and started rubbing at this clothed cock. “Maybe you could help me out, put that mouth of yours to use,” he snickered and lifted her up and sat her down on the floor infront of him. He spread his legs wide and pulled out his hardening cock.

She frowned and tried to mutter something but she knew she couldn’t get out of this. “I’ve never…” she nervously played with the rip in his jeans. He pumped his cock a few times before gently gripping the back of her head. “it’s easy, darlin’. Just open your mouth for me,” she obliged and he slipped his cock into her mouth, letting out a lot groan as he tipped his head back. She furrowed her eyebrows and tried to get used to the feeling of him inside of her mouth. She laid her hands on his thighs to try and stay steady. She tried her best not to gag as he slipped his full length into her throat. Spit dribbled out of the side of her mouth as she whined, looking up at him with pleading teary eyes. She didn't know what to do.

She tried to circle her tongue around his leaking tip, but she kept gagging. He chuckled at her struggle and gripped her head as he bobbed her head up and down. She kept gagging, fat tears running down her face, she was praying it would be over with soon. She tried to suck on him as he bobbed her head up and down. This must have done something because Johnny groaned deeply and tipped his head back. "Fuck just like that, doll. Keep goin'" his grip on her head tightened.

She whined loudly and gripped down on his jeans harder. He moved one of his hands to the side of her face, wiping her tears with his thumb. A wide smirk on his face as he watched her tremble beneath him. He didn't hold back as he thrusted into her mouth. She felt him hit the back of her throat with each thrust, it hurt. She kept gagging, the sound made her cringe. With one last thrust, Johnny came deep inside her throat. She coughed as he pulled out, trying to swallow what she could but a lot of spit and cum dripped down onto his thigh. He held her face with his hands, staring at her puffy teary eyes. "Look so pretty, doll" he leaned down and kissed her deeply, allowing his tongue to explore the inside of her mouth.

Her body shook at the compliment, she gave him a smile once he pulled away from her lips. She admired the way the sweat made his hair cling to his forehead, the way his face was slightly red. For just a second, she could forget what he just did to her. What he made her do. She could imagine that he was looking at her with love, not lust. Her heart fluttered as he pulled her into his lap. "Are you stayin' over?" she asked quietly, leaning her head against his chest. He nodded and stroked her back.

She was able to get away from Johnny long enough to prepare for bed. Once she got back into her room, Johnny was in her bed sprawled out, partially naked, sleeping. She frowned a bit and crawled into bed next to him. It felt odd. Like he wasn't supposed to be there. She curled up facing away from him. She clutched a stuffed bunny in her arms. Her throat hurt and she was still sore from yesterday. She didn't know if she could continue this. His presence behind her made her feel cold.

"You're quiet, Y/N" Lacy said leaning back into the longue chair. They were at the community pool, and they decided to have a girl's day after Y/N had been spending a lot of time with Johnny. Y/N shrugged and kicked her feet gently in the pool, watching the water swirl underneath her. Sarah was sitting next to her, giving her a concerned look. Lacy got up and sat on the other side of Y/N, leaning her head on her shoulder. "What's wrong. We can tell something is bothering you" Lacy shot an expecting glance over at Sarah, urging her to say something. "You can tell us, Y/N." Sarah chimed in, rubbing her arm soothingly.

Y/N hesitated, focusing her eyes on how the water gently moved in the pool. "I just...I don't think me and Johnny are working..." she felt both of them stiffen beside her. "We-We had sex and I wasn't ready and I felt pressured. It wasn't like how I wanted it to be. I imagined something more gentle and caring but he just wasn't. Now every time I see him I'm just reminded of it." she blurted out, avoiding eye contact with both of him.

Lacy was the first to speak up, "Y/N don't feel pressured into staying with him, if he made you uncomfortable and unsafe you shouldn't stay with him," Sarah nodded along "He shouldn't be treating you like that. As much as we like to fantasize about him, Johnny isn't really great boyfriend material," Sarah said softly, not wanting to upset her.

Y/N felt her eyes start to tear up. She was finally faced with reality. She had been hoping for this teenage fantasy, this perfect relationship with a guy she knew she couldn't fix. "You guys are right," her words trailed off as she held their hands. "You need to focus on yourself, you have goals beyond Johnny Slaughter. Didn't you apply to Texas State? You can't let him hold you back, Y/N. Especially if he's treatin' you like that," Lacy said.

Y/N let the tears fall freely from her eyes at this point, she just nodded and wrapped her arms around them, desperate for comfort. "How do I even tell him? He's going to be pissed-" her words were interrupted by Sarah. "What if you don't? I mean you two aren't official, you could just put some distance and he probably will get the hint" she suggested, still hugging Y/N tight. Y/N gave a shrug in response. "I could try it" it felt like her heart was being squeezed dry, she did care about Johnny a lot. However, the thought of staying with Johnny made her stomach twist.

She had been avoiding Johnny most of the week. She didn’t know how to approach the subject. She knew she couldn’t just talk to him about it, she knew how he was. How he acted. Part of her wished he would just forget about it and move on to another girl. But that would be too easy.

She had decided after her closing shift to get some dinner from a local diner. Her parents were gone again for this weekend and she wasn't really in the mood for cooking. Afterward, she was walking down the relatively well-lit street, steadily making her way home. Her daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of a loud truck behind her. Her blood ran cold.

She heard a whistle as the window of the truck rolled down. She glanced behind her, Johnny was leaning forward, giving her a grin. "Hey doll, haven't heard much from you this week? You been busy?" he asked, idling the car as he spoke to her. "Y-yeah, been workin' a lot," she gave him a strained smile as she started to walk away slowly. "I gotta get goin', Johnny" his eyes narrowed as he watched her "Hey hey slow down, I miss ya. Why don't we hang out?" he said smoothly, smirking at her. She took in a quick breath and shook her head. "I can't, I got opening shift tomorrow and I'm gonna crash as soon as I get home" she quickly walked off. She heard some muted curses from behind her as his truck slowly drove off.

The walk back home went without incident. She was tired and eager to relax at home. She was curled up on her couch, reading a book when she heard loud banging on her front door. Her head snapped in the direction of the door. She glanced at the clock, 12:34 am. She slowly got up and walked to her front door. The banging continued, she peeked out the peephole and saw Johnny with an angry scowl on his face, her stomach dropped.

Being sure to keep the chain on the door, she gently opened the door. "J-Johnny what are you doin' here it's late," her eyes were wide with fear and worry. He chuckled in response and leaned against the door, his eyes scanning up and down her body "Givin' me the cold shoulder huh?" she could smell the booze on his breath. "Johnny please, don't do this..." she mumbled quietly, going to close the door. Johnny shoved his boot into the door, preventing it from closing. "Let me in, doll" he frowned at her "I just want to talk about this, I at least deserve that don't I?"

She hesitated, she felt bad. Maybe she did not do the wrong thing by just ignoring him. She nodded a bit and opened the door. He quickly pushed in and shut the door behind him, locking it. He turned to her and gave her a grin. "Now you gonna talk to me, darlin'?" he grabbed her waist and gave her sloppy kisses down her neck. She gave a nervous laugh and put her hands on his chest, lightly pushing him away. "I just" she gulped "I don't know if this is workin' Johnny. I just-ya know I'm goin' off this fall to school and I don't want to lead you on ya know?" she looked up at him, nervously fidgeting with the end of her t-shirt.

His eyes narrowed and his face scrunched up in a scowl. He leaned back and stared at her for a while before speaking, "Really? Just like that?" he laughed and rubbed his forehead in annoyance. "You're lying" he said, his hand gripping her neck suddenly. She let out a gasp and hit his arm. "Cut it out!" she whined out trying to pull away from him. "You just think you can what? Leave? Leave me hangin' after all I've done for you. You don't get to just leave." he squeezed her neck and got into her face, his eyes glaring daggers into her.

She stumbled backwards and fell onto the ground below, frantically backing up as he approached her. “Johnny stop, can we please just talk” she whined out, she could feel tears well up in her eyes. Johnny scowled and approached her, bending down to grab her again. “We ain’t talkin’” he drawled out grabbing her arm. Without thinking she raised her hand and slapped him across the face. She gasped as she stared at him afterwards, she frantically mumbled our apologies.

His head snapped to the left for a bit before a wide grin appeared on his face. He turned to face her and smirked as he stared at her. He quickly pinned her down to the hardwood flooring. Holding her wrists over her head. Her hands went numb as he held them firmly to the floor.

Her head felt dizzy and she could feel warm tears stream down her face. "J-Johnny my parents will be home soon...you gotta leave" she stuttered out, trying to catch her breath to prevent herself from hyperventilating. He made a fake pout, before laughing right in her face "You think I'm an idiot? I know they ain't home this weekend. You're all mine for the weekend, darlin'" he let out a chuckle as his lips kissed down her neck.

The first day with Johnny consisted of catering to his every whim. Whether that was sex or dinner or whatever else he could think of. Her mind felt muddled. She felt trapped. She had no one to call, no one to help her. She was stuck in her childhood home with Johnny.

It was almost domestic. The way she would make him lunch and sit on the couch with him. But of course, a usual domestic setting didn't include the yelling and the hair-pulling. Sometimes she could just pretend that this was normal, that he was her husband and they were happy. That facade only lasted so long though, as soon as he would grab her neck or pull her hair, the fantasy would shatter into a million pieces.

He was currently sitting on the big leather recliner in the living room. His feet propped up as he drank a beer, watching the TV. She sat stiffly beside him. His arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, keeping her close to him. She was sore and tired. She wished her parents would come home early or Lacy and Sarah would stop by. But they never did.

Johnny glanced over at her and smirked. "Come sit on my lap" he slurred out, this was his third beer. She hesitated just a bit too long for Johnny's liking, he grabbed her throat and pulled her crudely into his lap. His breath was on her neck as he wrapped both of his arms around her waist. He snickered as his hands rubbed down her thighs. "I'm so glad we get to spend the weekend together, almost don't want it to end" his hands found their way up her shirt, his fingers absentmindedly playing with her nipples.

She didn't say anything just clenched her eyes shut as he groped her. He lifted her up and switched her around so she was facing him. She readjusted her legs to be on either side of his thighs. She stared at him. He gave her a smirk and stroked her face with his calloused hands. "I don't like it when you look at me like that, doll," his eyes narrowed as he played with the hem of her sleep shorts. "What are you doing Johnny? My parents are coming home soon. You can't just keep me here like this" her words were laced with disgust and anger.

He sighed deeply and tipped his head back, still staring at her. "I don't think I'm done playin' with you quite yet. I think I might take you home with me" he angled her so she was sitting directly on his hardening cock. He put his hands on her waist as he rocked her hips back and forth on him. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at him. "You wouldn't," he snickered as he pulled down her shorts. "I would, darlin'."

She didn't try to resist him as he undressed her. She knew she couldn't do much to stop him. He bit down on his lip as he pulled out his cock. He pumped himself while staring directly at her. "Why don't you be my good girl and sit on my cock?" he grinned wide. She winced at his words and let down a dry gulp. She had never done this before, normally he was always on top. He knew this.

He gave her ass a firm slap as he looked up at her. "Well go on," a mean smile adorned his lips. She hesitated more and stared at him. "I-" he rolled his eyes and lifted her up, sinking her down on his now-fully hard cock. She winced and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt him enter her. He sat her down fully on him, and he let out a long groan as he leaned his head back. His hands firmly gripped her hips. "Now move."

She nodded a bit and placed her hands on his shoulders as she slowly bounced up and down on him. She let out small whimpers, opting to bury her face in the crook of his neck. He seemingly didn't mind as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he matched her movements. He thrust up into her a few times, earning a few loud moans from her.

"Fuck, such a slut for me huh?" he snickered and grabbed her head and forced her back to look at him. Her face was streaked with tears as she struggled to focus on him, too consumed with his brutal thrusts. "You're not leavin' me, ever" he snarled out, thrusting up harder into her. His other hand gripped her waist, digging his blunt nails into the plush of her hips. "I swear to god I'll kill you if you pull some shit like that again" he moved his hand to squeeze her cheeks together, puckering her lips up as he forced her to look at him. "You understand!?" he yelled loudly, this violent thrusting not stopping.

Tears fell from her face as he shook her. She cried and nodded as she felt his thrusts become jagged and sloppy. "Yes yes yes" she slurred out her words as she came undone, letting out a loud moan as she cried. He released her face and held her close to him as he thrusted one final time up into her. Releasing his seed deep inside of her as he panted.

They stayed like that for a while. Her face was buried into the crook of his neck as he held her to his bare chest. He was still buried deep inside of her, his cum dripping out down the sides of his cock and into his lap. He didn't mind. He just held her. Her sobs lessened at this point. She kept her eyes squeezed shut as she cherished this small form of aftercare.

After the long string of silence, he picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and hovered over her for a second. He gave her cheek a rough pat, signaling her to open her eyes. She did so and stared at him. "I own you. Whatever hold you think you have on me. You don't. I could kill you right now." his face was stoic, not even a smirk. He slowly got up and walked out of the room. She heard the fridge door open and the sound of clinking bottles. The TV was turned back on.

She lay there staring at the ceiling. She watched as the light from her window faded. Hours must have passed. She didn't move, not once. The room was pitch black by the time she heard the door creak open. The bed dipped under his weight as he lay beside her. She could smell beer and cigarettes radiating off of him. An arm hooked around her waist as he spooned her. She could feel his body relax as he fell asleep. Yet, she lay there, staring at the dark nothingness that engulfed her room.

They were married, they were happy. He came home from a long day of work. The kids just fell asleep. They made love, it was gentle and kind. He loved her. She could almost believe it herself.

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Is it ok for some Goldfish mer Riddle though?

It is more than okay!

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, captivity, codependency, mentions of breeding)

Riddle is actually quite well-behaved for a mer in captivity. Unlike the eel twins or the octopus, he’s much more accepting of humans and their interest in him. He tends to show off sometimes, especially if there’s a specific person he wishes to impress and receive praise from. He’s very intelligent and has even managed to pick up a few words and phrases he’s heard during his time in captivity. And he is very particular about his routines! He has each of his days memorized and by some miracle, despite never seeing the clock, he always knows when to wait at the surface for the researchers so they may run their usual examination of him. He seems to get huffy if they’re late, even if by a few minutes.

Though he’s obedient and follows everything the researchers want him to do when signaled, he seems quite lonesome in captivity. On days when he isn’t being seen by anyone, he’ll swim close to the glass, peering out at the lab equipment that waits behind the confines or he’ll swim in circles with a very thoughtful expression on his face. It always looks like he’s thinking through something, and he loves to observe the space that remains outside of his tank.

It isn’t a surprise when you’re assigned to study more of his behavior while also keeping his mood uplifted. You’re known to excel at caring for merfolk, hence why you’re usually assigned troublesome, fussy mers because your colleagues think you’re some sort of “mer whisperer.” Truthfully, you’re just genuine and you know how to connect through patience. On Sundays, Mondays, and Tuesdays you’ll meet with the octopus to keep him company and study him (though he rarely comes to the surface, which means you usually don diving gear and sink to the bottom. He’s grown accustomed to your visits now and doesn’t seem averse to you anymore, in fact even peering out of his octopus pot in anticipation when he knows of the times you usually arrive). On Wednesdays and Thursdays, you meet with the twins to keep them company. Though since they have each other, they’re a lot less dejected about captivity. They make for very mischievous playmates. You love studying their behaviors and how they interact with each other, with you, and with other researchers.

Now that your Fridays and Saturdays have been dedicated to seeing Riddle, you’ve decided to take a different approach. With the octopus and twins, there’s a certain level of caution you exercise due to their sizes and the fact that they are still known as predators from the deep sea. But with Riddle, who is much smaller and was found in a warmer, brighter freshwater habitat, he’s considerably more docile and social. He doesn’t exactly warm up to you at first, as your appearance disturbs his routine—his carefully crafted schedules that are so very important to him. He acts as if that breaks some horrible rule when you first arrive and introduce yourself, looking so horrified and confused that his expression shifts through various feelings all at once. But when you make it clear that you’re to be a recurring figure in his schedules, he relaxes and offers his webbed hand in greeting, mirroring the handshakes he’s watched the researchers do.

Riddle is very charming. He learns very quickly throughout the time he spends with you and the time spent observing other humans. He’s trying to teach himself more words so that he can converse with you, which has led him to insist upon communicating verbally rather than through actions or gestures so that he can better understand. Much like the octopus, he grows attached rather quickly and seems to be very receptive to praise of any kind, whether it be a reward or a proud gesture.

Riddle feels like his meetings with you take far too long to arrive and they always feel so fleeting. How time can pass so quickly when he’s with you but draw out forever while he’s waiting to see you is simply unfair. He tries to keep you longer, obviously desperate to remain in your company, but you can never stay for too long. Sometimes you’ll go over the allotted time and Riddle’s so very pleased when you say you’ll stay for a while longer. He does everything you ask of him, and he never causes any troubles. He doesn’t try to escape from his enclosure, he doesn’t splash any of the researchers (unless agitated), and he’s always been so cooperative. He’s a perfect, model mer! Surely you’ll continue to stay if he continues to follow the rules.

Even though he does very well on his own, he depends on you a lot. At first it was for learning purposes. He’d request materials to look at, such as textbooks, picture books, or certain objects he’d either heard of or seen while in captivity, and you would always be sure to bring them. And while he still relies on you for that, he also relies on you for company and affection and connection. He spirals into codependency so quickly that it takes you by surprise. Riddle has never gotten violent or temperamental with you or any of the researchers, but when you attempt to leave him one day and he grabs your wrist so tightly and yanks you into the enclosure with so much desperation it makes you realize he’s starting to pick up unhealthy mannerisms. The octopus and the twins have been like this before. Once, he trapped you in his octopus pot, folding himself around you to keep you there with him even though your oxygen tank’s supply was dwindling. And the twins had trapped you in an endless game of chase when they’d pulled you in and wouldn’t let you climb back out, insisting on playing with you until you could no longer keep yourself afloat due to sheer exhaustion. Perhaps you’ve kept your guard lowered around Riddle solely because he never posed any threat to you.

And he still doesn’t. In fact, when he has you in the water with him he doesn’t seem to know what to do. He looks absolutely saddened and scared and confused all at the same time, and he’s holding your arms so gently as he peers at you. But he seems to realize something and he’s quick to bring you back to the surface, pushing you towards the ledge so that you may climb out. He looks conflicted when you do this, his hand outstretched as if he expects you to grab it. Instead, you gently touch his palm and promise that you’ll be back next week. Poor Riddle is so ashamed with himself because he’s broken a rule, but he couldn’t help it. He wants you to stay so much. He misses you immensely in the days leading up to your scheduled arrival and almost doesn’t have the motivation to follow his other routines. But he focuses on those so that he won’t have to think of how lonely he is without you, as the familiarity and logical nature of a routine makes for a good distraction.

Riddle would never hurt you. He cares too much for you, almost to an obsessive degree. When you visit him next and your hand is wrapped in bandages and you offhandedly, casually mention one of the twins got you he frets over the injured area with a displeased frown and a dark look. He cradles your hand in his webbed ones, pressing it against his cheek and just holding it there. It’s a very endearing gesture. You wonder where he’s learned that.

For a while, you never had any problems with Riddle, aside from his usual desperation to get you to stay. No matter how hard he tries to keep you, he always lets you go. It seems he can’t bring himself to break the unspoken rules that have been put in place ever since you met him. Although things are a little different when breeding season is upon him. All merfolk act differently during this time; it’s an important moment in their lives. You’ve always avoided the octopus and twins when they were going through their cycles. The researchers would usually provide them with something to use to make up for the lack of a mate: an inflatable or molded silicone that was safe for them to use. It was too risky and dangerous to study them up close when they were so hyper-focused on breeding, and any cameras that may have been installed in advance for that purpose had been found and destroyed by both the octopus and the twins.

But Riddle is not as destructive or volatile as they usually are. In fact, as unfocused as he is, he’s actually more restless than violent or protective. He presses himself against the glass in hopes of seeing you, staying there for hours on end with his pupils blown wide. He remains perfectly still and even curls up at the very bottom to watch through the shadows. He never does anything to resolve the heat that overwhelms him, and if he does no one sees it. He becomes very private and subdued the deeper into his cycle he gets. You don’t visit him because, as kind and gentle as he is, he’s still a creature so uniquely different from humans, and all merfolk usually act rashly when in the throes of their natural biology.

Though if you had, he would have still treated you how he usually does. Riddle thinks of you and it helps get him through the unbearable. He wishes you’d visit. He wishes you were here with him. He wishes he could press himself against you and feel your delightfully human warmth. He wishes he could see you every day of the week, listen to your voice, touch your hands…

He resolves to have you during his next cycle, even if he has to break a few rules to achieve that.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #goldfishie <3 oh how i love him #now consider mer rollo >:)#i wonder what type of mer he would be #maybe something like an anglerfish or a jellyfish

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succulentsiren · 10 months

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How to Structure Your Life Like a BOSS: SucculentSiren X @femmefatalevibe

FemmeFataleVibe

• Set Priorities

• Write Everything Down

• Devise A Plan

• Prioritize Important Tasks Like Non-Refundable Appointments

• Consider Batching Similar Tasks For Better Time Management & Productivity

• Become Attuned To Your Natural Energy Patterns

• Develop Self-Awareness Around Your Self-Sabotaging Behaviors

• Drop Inconsequential Tasks and Conversations

• Find Mentors (Online or IRL) Who You Allow Into Your Inner Circle

Ask Yourself: * What are the main 3 action items you could complete this week that would best serve your goals?

* Approximately what percentage of your to-do list each week aligns with your priorities?

* What are some habits you could add or eliminate that would help you feel more in control of your life?

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SucculentSiren

• Time Management - Become aware of how you are managing your time. Set timers to remind you of your daily goals. Things flows easier when you set time aside everyday rather than trying to do everything at once or procrastinating. It can literally be just 10 minutes a day. This builds consistency and habit. You’ll also become less stressful in knowing that you don't have to complete everything all at once.

• Self Awareness - Identify what you want, how you want your life to look, what things in your life you would like to change, who you want to be seen as, etc. Develop self belief where you believe you're capable of achieving and having all your desires. Take calculated action towards your goals. You don’t have to start big. Start small instead and learn from there. Stay persistent and always remember your end goal. ‘Rome wasn't built in a day.’

• Mentors - Learn from people who inspire you. Everybody influences you, so follow those who motivate you to be and feel better about yourself.

Q&A

Q: Many people find it challenging to put themselves first and make something of themselves. How would you recommend prioritizing yourself?

SS: If someone else can have it why can’t you? Build up your self esteem. Write down what it is that you desire most for your life and act in accordance to those beliefs. Nothing is too big or small for you to achieve.

FFV: Give yourself at least 30 minutes after waking up to focus on yourself. Do your skincare, have your coffee, listen to music, journal, read. Allow yourself to ease into your day.

Have your non-negotiables for the day. Get them done when you say you will and don’t push yourself to do more if you’re exhausted or get too overwhelmed. Communicate your bandwidth to others so you set realistic expectations involved for any project, event, get-together, or errand.

Ensure you give yourself enough time to eat 2-3 healthy meals daily, drink enough water, move for at least 20-30 minutes a day, and have a hygiene routine (shower skincare, home cleaning, etc.) that you perform daily/weekly depending on the task.

Give yourself at least an hour before bed to wind down – with a book, TV show, drinking tea, journaling, relaxing music, etc.

Incorporate daily/weekly rituals you enjoy into your schedule. Make these self-love practices as much of a priority as taking a shower or a work task. These activities could be doing a face mask, getting your nails down, have a great cup of coffee or tea, watching an episode of a TV show, a long walk around your neighborhood, calling someone you love, etc.

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Q: What are some tips to maintain balance between work, play and rest?

FFV: Give yourself “business hours” to do your work/important tasks – even if you don’t have an employer setting your schedule. This tip is essential if you’re self-employed, a business owner, or a student. I share my business hours in all of my contracts so my clients know when I’ll be available.

Timeblock everything: Your work tasks, cleaning schedule, errands/appointments and even your resting/self-care hours. This process allows you to stop decision fatigue from taking over your life. If you say you’re cleaning from 2 -3 pm tomorrow, get it done so you have from 3 pm onward to chill, take a walk, and watch TV later that weekend afternoon.

Decision on your must-do self-care rituals for the day/week and keep your promise to do them for yourself.

Become attuned to your social battery. Know how many hangouts per week or nights out helps you thrive (say 1-3 times per week if you’re more introverted or busy with work, school, family, etc.). Make an effort to plan these events on your social calendar ahead of time or know yourself well enough to remain open to last-minute plans on certain days/times of the week (if you’re prone to cancelling or flaking).

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bangytell · 5 months

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I hate you | sg m

You see my eyes boy, I just can't keep 'em off you, turning me on, I-I just can't see through you. Tonight —Doja cat ft Eve

Summary: Your high school bully can't contain himself once you're alone

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers

Rated: mature, +18

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.7 k pff i let myself gooo

Warnings: fem! reader, mentions of Geto and his two cute daughters (Nanako and Mimiko), mentions of past history between reader and Geto, oral and fingering (f! receiving), unprotected sex (don't do this girl's), mentions of pet names, sg! bully, kinda canonhead. Most of the events are based on the manga, and some are my beliefs and fiction.

a/n: Look, i needed some enemies to lovers and put it out of my system, so here it is.

Getting scolded by your teacher was becoming your new routine, and it's not even your fault. As you repeat yourself over and over while the other person involved tries to scream from above your words.

"I'm tired of getting dragged to this issue with you, Satoru Gojo." he scoffs and looks at you with a cocky grin adorning his lips

"It's not like it's pleasant to be around you either" you gasp and walk away with the permission of your teacher.

Suguru Geto approaches you with an embarrassed look accompanying his lovely features and your heart sinks at the sight.

"Hey [name] don't be so harsh on him, i think he has a crush on you" you scoff at his words and continue your pace away.

This new year at this new high school hasn't been all pleasant, you thought that maybe following that advice of going to the sorcerer school will help polish your abilities. And it has been, ignoring the fact that Satoru Gojo always seems to find a new way to pick on you, and you don't actually understand why you certainly are not the strongest, and he had to rescue you and your partner on a mission about two times now. You know what Satoru represents, coming from that rich family and being the strongest man there is, having that cocky grin attached to his face and the round sunglasses he's always wearing as if they're glued to his face, he annoys the shit out of you, and you're pretty sure that he definitely feels the same about you.

A new class awaits you, and having to share the same classroom annoys you, just by thinking about it.

Shoko and Geto greets you, and as you try to have a calm conversation, the teacher comes in, a few minutes later Gojo decides to show up as well.

"Late again Mr. Satoru" he snorts and grabs a sit on Geto's side.

"Y'all be having a mission today, just a quick and easy exorcism at Tokyo" you and Shoko grabbed hands in excitement and all fades away when your teachers speak up once more "Gojo and [name] will be going together and Shoko and Geto will partner up as well"

What?...

"I thought you said it was only one quick and easy" the teacher arches an eyebrow

"Yea' teacher i don' think they even have to go, Geto and I can get everything done" Gojo interrupt you half speech

Your teachers angry frown doesn't disappear and you rather not to pick up the fight this time

After a few more protests from Gojo the teacher let you guys know all the details of the two places that have incidents occurring, Geto and Shoko took the abandoned house and Gojo and you took the abandoned school.

Just arriving the atmosphere was gloomy and having to bear with complaints and sighs from your partner wasn't actually helping at all.

"That which frightens more than dark itself" you begin to speak as Gojo stretches himself "That which is darker than black" the veil begins to cover around the perimeter "...purifies impurities"

Gojo looked your way and said

"Don't get in my way, thanks for the veil but i'll do all the hard work" you scoff at his words and before you have a chance to speak again he disappears from your sight.

His arrogance doesn't even allow help.

You pass the entrance and begin to notice small and many curses, but why won't they?...

You turn around to a massive curse, as you pull your sword, the monster grabs you and you drop the prompt not being able to move.

Fantastic, now you're at his stomach, where is Gojo when you need him.

Two little boys caught your attention once you stop looking around for any clues on going out.

"Miss, please, help me" once you notice one little boy has his arm crushed, twisted even. You step closer and try to say comfort words to them, you look for that little knife on your ankle and begin to try and open up that beast

Your phone isn't working, and the little boys are looking stressed and desperate. You try to escape, is this all you can do? At the end Gojo was right? and you were nothing but a weak sorcerer.

Suddenly the ground beneath you disappears and as you fall you feel a gentle hand hugging from the waist and the warmth of a body saving you from falling. Gojo’s face is full of mucus and viscosity.

“Ohh, [name] you cryin’?” you scoff while looking at the little kids hanging from his other arm

“I am not crying’” he scoffs and pulls that cocky grin

“I believe that you’re trying to thank me, you can also pay me or even get my autograph” his tone was cocky and sarcastic

“Well grab a chair so you can wait on all of those, and let go of me” he drops you onto the floor, and with the help of your hands, you manage to not harm yourself even more.

“A thank you can do the trick” you huff and stand up after settling well on the ground

“Thank you” his cocky grin doesn’t leave his lips as he looks your way

“Oh, i’ll never let you forget about this” he chuckles and you notice a notch on his right arm, it’s leaking blood and your fingers try to touch it just to make sure that you’re looking correctly.

“Tsk, that hurt” he flinches at your touch and you’re now sure that it is what you were looking

“Your arm is bleeding” you rip your shirt and you wrap his arm with it he’s looking fondly while you’re self-absorbed on the task “I thought that infinite wouldn’t make you any harm” he huffs and makes a pout

“It isn’t perfect yet, it must have happened in a second while i didn’t noticed” you make your way downstairs while he literally just floats down

“You don’t have to be perfect” you say, once you’re reunited again, and for the first time in weeks you’re talking as two civilized people and not like you’re looking to rip his head off.

“But I am expected to” he looks hopeless, as if this matter wasn’t something he had discussed with himself more than once. And for the first time you think of him as a person, as a human being trying to fit into that stereotype of being perfect in everything giving his clan, you feel sympathy.

“I think that you’re strong and that should be enough” his eyes glow and the veil rises in front of you as you walk through it.

Geto and Shoko are on the other side, looking as fresh as the day while you almost saw death today.

Gojo and Geto begin to play while Shoko checks up on you, and that was it for a moment. Gojo begins to scoff at you for saving you, and claiming you were crying, you told Geto about the incision on his arm and he pouts while Geto and you laugh at him.

Nothing good lasts forever, you train your ass off and while Gojo and Geto are away on this special mission everything around you looks slow and gray, as if Geto and Gojo were the fun and colors of your classroom.

Shoko and you go out a few times after training and after a few days you begin to look Geto a bit gloomy, as if something in that mission had made him change, something within him just snapped.

On training while Gojo explains his technique you notice Geto lose himself in thought, you call his name, and he gifts you with a soft smile.

“Are you alright?” he nods but the bags beneath his lower eyelid tells you otherwise, his nihilistic smile disappeared and he just doesn’t look like Geto to you

“Have you been eating?” Gojo asks looking at Geto “You look thin, don’t eat just cold noodles” he doesn’t laugh, he doesn’t look alive to you.

You reach out to Gojo, and tell him about your concerns, he says that is alright, that he says so… but you can’t bring the idea to believe him.

“C’mon Gojo just talk to him, maybe he’ll talk to you, you’re his best friend” he nods and notices the serious tone and look

“Thanks, i’ll talk to him” you smile and leave for your dorm.

Days went by, your friends weren’t that close anymore, Geto and Gojo would leave alone while you and Shoko were together, Haibara passed away and graduation was just around the corner, you became a competent sorcerer yourself; certainly not the best, but pretty strong.

With the help of your parents you found a nice apartment, it was small but you could turn it into a home.

Days passed you by, and work as a sorcerer was exhausting, but kept your fridge full and that was it. You haven’t seen any of your classmates beside Shoko everytime you got hurt, which was more than you could count.

As you rested one day, you got a call, it was an unknown number, but even then you chose to answer.

Soft pants and a faint sound of a fire made the way through your ear.

“[Name] are you home?” Geto? this late at night… well that was…

“Uhmm, yea’ sure, are you alright?” he’s still panting and you hear a few muffled voices

“Can you call Satoru and tell him to meet me at your house?” you’re more than confused now

“I’m not sure if Satoru would want to…-” he cuts you mid sentence

“Please [name]” he sobs and you nod, it’s that serious and his tone is soft and needy

“I’ll call him, jus’ get here safe” he hangs up and you call his number, the one you taught you’ll never have to see again, but Suguru was a really good friend and you’ll do it for him.

He answers, finally with that cocky tone of his.

“Suguru called me and told me if you could come to my apartment” he huffs and you can almost see his grin

“Why wouldn’t he call me?” that seemed to hurt his ego

“Jus’ come to my apartment and try to be quick, I don’t know how serious the situation is” he agrees and you text him the address.

Satoru gets first and now you’re in this awkward silence waiting for Suguru.

A few knocks announce his arrival, Gojo opens the door for him and his temple changes as quick as he notices the two little girls by his feet.

“What did you do?” Gojo breaks the silence and Geto scoffs

“[Name] can you give them a bath?” you nod, stand from your sofa and ask just one question

“You have cash, Geto?” he holds his neck and denies, you point at Gojo and his confused look pierce at you “Go with him and buy the girls some clothes” Suguru knew you wouldn’t make unnecessary questions and his template relaxes “Grab a shirt from my closet Suguru, and don’t take long” both of the men walk along outside while you prep them the warm water and asks for their names.

In the meantime Gojo has an angry frown at Suguru, he huffs while he walks to the closest store he can notice.

“You’re probably wondering why I didn’t call you first” Satoru huffs “I knew you were at the school and I couldn’t let them hear me, not right now” they enter the store and now wonder what little girls would use, and what size they were?

“So you call [name]? Is this some type of payback?” he huffs and asks a lady that works there for the girls clothing

“I know your history, but she’s the only one with a house, and I trust her Satoru, I know you do too” after some thought Geto grabs two dresses in the size he thinks they’ll fit.

“Why are you adopting two girls?” he closes his eyes and walks the way back to your home

“Let’s wait so [name] can hear me out too” Satoru nods.

You’re washing away dirt and blood as they laugh at something you said and you hear your front door opening. Suguru hands you the dresses he picked and as you dressed them, Satoru looks fondly at your actions, so carefully looking after them and being so gracefully doing so.

You put the girls to bed and an angry frown adorns your face.

“Start talking Sugu” He's sitting at your couch with Satoru by him.

“They gave me this mission” his voice is raspy and sharp “The humans had this girls locked up, and they were talking trash of them, and…” warm tears began to adorn his temple, with a broken voice and the tears streaming down he confessed to have murder everyone, every human at the village… “And I still don’t feel a remorse in me”

Both for you and for Satoru this felt like a shock, your high school best friend is telling you he committed murdered, and you think that it was for a cause

“They tortured the little girls?” he nods and Satoru stands up and walks away to your kitchen “They thought they were the monsters but [name], how can a little girl understand the world like they do?” his voice was still squeaky and Satoru returned with his eyes uncovered gazing between you and his best friend

“You know what the higher ups would say?” he nods, already knowing damn well

“Satoru, please understand me, I…-” you interrupt him mid sentence, looking at Gojo

“Whatever his acts lead him to do, we can’t let him go through it alone, none of us has to go through any of the things this jobs has for us, stop hiding yourself from us, stop being distant and include us, me" with your gaze directly to Suguru and that demanding tone he's so fond of ",Shoko even Nanami would help you but stop pushing yourself away” your gaze pierced between the two man in front of you

“Thank you [name]” Suguru speaks up between the tears and you think this is the first time he has actually broken down, you kneel in front of him and offer a hug while the tears fill your blouse, Satoru stands beside you and rubs his hand on his friend’s back.

“I’m going to have to step up for you with the higher ups don’t I?” Suguru laughs and nods in agreement.

Y’all agreed the girls should stay with you until Satoru talks with the higher ups about the whole situation, and right now, besides having to see the boy that bullied you at school you also have to look after two beautiful kids. Life gives turns. Geto shows up everyday, plays with the little girls and expects a call from Satoru. One afternoon, while making dinner, your door announces someone on the other side.

“Coming!” you shout from the kitchen as you make your way to the door.

Gojo is at the door with a bag full of you don’t know what, greets you with a nod and walks to the little girls in the living room. You return to the kitchen, and you don’t notice the man who’s now behind you.

“Look at you, all maternal mode” you scoff

“You only came by to laugh at me? We’re over high school, when are you going to stop being the brat you are?” he holds his chests and fakes pain

“I’m waiting on Suguru, he asked if i could get the girls new clothes, so I did” you continue your cooking as you wait for the food to be ready.

“So now I'm your boyfriend and you host house?” he chuckles

“I’ll take a partner to a better place than this” you huff and release your hands from the gloves you’re wearing

“You’re welcome to see your way to the door” you try to reach him, but his curse technique wouldn’t even allow it. “Agh, Satoru Gojo you’re a pain in the ass”

Nanako announces her way to the kitchen, and Mimiko follows right after with “I'm starving” “Is food ready yet?”

Suguru opens the door with the spare key you gifted him and the little girls run after him to hug and greet him.

“They weren’t that happy when I arrived” Gojo says with a pout

“Probably because your presence annoys everyone” he huffs and you walk to hug Suguru, he holds you by the waist and his cologne makes you forget all the bad things around, which means Satoru.

“Dinner is ready and I hope Satoru has good news for us” when your gaze meets his, he looks… hurt.

“Ah, yes! the higher ups agreed on you being at school, with minor conditions, but you can return” you hug Suguru once more while looks at his friend with a smile

After that Suguru takes the little ones to the school where now his mission has to be with a partner and your house feels empty now that it’s just you again.

You’re on a mission with one of Satoru’s students while he told you was busy with something else, the kid is quiet and you find him within the same range of cockiness as Satoru as he tells you that he can go on his own and work it out. You wait at the other side of the veil while going through your social media. Is Satoru uploading pictures from Iwate with Suguru and the girls, was that the thing he was busy with? Oh you’re going to kill him.

The phone begins to sound as you wait for his response, after the fourth ring he greets you.

“You lied to me, you looked me dead in the eye and lied to me” he burst into laugh while you snort

“Listen to me, Gojo Satoru, one thing is to call me weak, to make me feel unworthy of anything and to annoy the shit out of me, but to lie to me?!” you shout and he’s still laughing

“I’m going to help Megumi finish this mission and I’m not covering for you tomorrow”

“Oh c’mon [name]yyy don’t be a party pooper” you snort and you don’t know where it’s coming from but you talk out of anger

“Fuck you Satoru, and you better return or I dismiss your class for the day but I ain’t helping you no more” and you hang u before he could answer to you.

Not long after Megumi is out the veil and looks at your angry frown, he follows you the way back to campus without saying a word.

Once in campus you shout inside the classroom “I fucking hate you Satoru Gojo” his students hear but decide that is better if they don’t tell a soul about that, especially you since you seem so upset.

Satoru, Suguru and the girls return not soon after, you’re nowhere to be found around the campus and Satoru actually feels like he owes you at least an apology.

Before arriving with Shoko to ask for you he listens to your squeaky voice; “Shoko, I hate him, there’s nothing more I can ever feel for him than hatred” you spit as Shoko looks at you inexpressive

“I know he lied but…” you interrupt her mid sentence

“No, Shoko, to him I am merely a person who deserves anything, he doesn’t respect me and i’ve have had it with him” you snort

“You can’t do that you’re colleagues” she reasons

“Well then, watch me, I don't care about the world for Satoru Gojo anymore” he knows you’re serious, based on your tone and if he peeked he knew the face you’re making while spitting out those words.

The next few days went by smoothly for you, you visited Suguru and made sure to leave before Satoru went as well, Suguru tried to convince you to talk to him but you refused.

“He still doesn’t even happened to look for me, he doesn’t care, his ego and blindfold wouldn’t let him see past himself”

One night you had to stay on campus because there was a big storm coming and you couldn’t drive or walk home.

The rain was heavy while you and Shoko smoked a cigarette at the terrace of the building

“Have you seen Satoru lately?” you deny while the vapor escapes your mouth “He seems… down”

“Bad for him” you snort and she denies as she finishes her cigarette.

She leaves while you stay to stare at the pouring rain, the sound of the door opening and a few steps announce someone is out there as well.

“Shoko, if you want another cigarette i already finished the whole package” and you hear a soft chuckle, but that isn’t Shoko.

“Since when are you a smoker” Gojo asks and you look away

“Not that you care” he sighs and sits next to you “I didn’t invite you”

“This space is for anyone” you roll your eyes in annoyance and stand up to leave but he holds you by the wrist “C’mon [name] stay” you sigh and sit again.

“Be in silence” he cross his finger through his heart and after a minute of silence he releases a big sigh out of his chest

“I know what you’re problem is” he says and you gaze him

“Yea’? I know what you’re problem is” he chuckles and then you continue “You’re a self-absorbed, self centered, selfish and a spoiled little brat” he continues to chuckle and then he talks

“I think that you’re problem is that you need to get laid” you open your eyes, flabbergasted

“I’m not discussing my love life with you, let alone my intimacy” a soft chuckle escapes him and you snort

“Like if there’s a love life to begin with”you huff

“And why do you care?” you stand up, next to him

“Because you being all gloomy and depressed it has to be because you haven’t got riled in a long time, you can tell”

“I am not gloomy and depressed”he smiles, standing up and the height difference makes you tilt your head even higher, he’s closer to you, his hot breath hitting your face as he slowly gets closer and closer making you take a step back.

“You didn’t deny that you need to get railed” you snort and before you try to take a step back you tumble with a chair and almost fall. If it weren’t for a firm hand holding you from your waist to keep you in balance.

“Pff, let go of me, you don’t know what I need, stop acting like you cared” he sighs and pulls the heat of his hand away from your body

“I don’t care, I jus’ want to be in good terms so Suguru would shut up about the girls wanting to go out all together” you looked at him, puzzled

“Sugu didn’t said that to me” he tries to avoid your gaze as he finds words to explain

“Yea’ ‘cause he knows that it's my fault that you don’t wanna talk to me” you chuckle

“Is this your weird way of giving an apology? you suck at’em” he nods and try to get close to you again

“Then let me ask for forgiveness in a way I know” you’re confused as his hands make their way to your waist, and your hands hold his chest so he can’t be close to you

“Have you lost your mind Satoru? What’s with the sudden…?” he puts his lips in yours and your mind becomes a foggy mess once he begins to kiss you, his hands pull you closer as you give into his soft lips. The kiss started to deepened when Satoru opened his mouth to let his tongue licks inside your mouth a soft moan escaped your lips and he pulled your body to lift you and your legs found the way to lock with his body, he took you to his dorm, neat and clean almost as if he wasn’t there at all. His body hovers over yours and by now your mind begins to wonder what is it that made you be beneath him and why were you?

Soon your thoughts flew away as Satoru’s lips kissed you in the neck, then cup your breasts on his hand as he toys with you perky nipple, he then frees you of your shirt and his eyes glow with the light of the moon when you unbutton your bra and toss it to the floor, his mouth soon found the way to your breasts, and as he licks and suck at your nipples soft moans escape your mouth

“C’mon Satoru stop playin’ jus’ fuck me please” you plead and he releases your nipple, smiles cocky and makes his way to your pajama, he then puts the cloth away and focuses on those laced panties you’re wearing.

“You put these on for me? Huh? for me to enjoy the sight” you scoff

“The world doesn’t move around you” he moves the panties aside and with his digits found your clit, he begins to rub it, making you moan, pant and gasp with each stroke.

“Look at you, all worked up by my fingers baby” the bulge within his pants started to hurt, he wanted, no, he needed to be inside you. His mouth soon began to lick and suck your bullied cunt, swallowed and dripping wet, his digits made their way inside your pussy again and he groaned at the way you almost screamed at the sensation.

“ ‘m so close Toru, ‘m gonna cum” oh those saccharine moans and the way you called him have his soaring dick yearning to be inside of you

“No, no coming yet baby, I still haven’t fucked you dumb yet” he steps away leaving your dripping cunt unattended, soon after disposing the fabric and the cold send shivers to both of your body he begins to rub his dripping tip to your pussy, soon after he introduces himself inside of you and he pants and gasp at the sensation of your cunt, how good it squeeze him and how tight you are.

“ So tight, your pussy is so tight just for me, huh?” you nod, not finding your voice within you to give an answer. He begins to thrust in and out of you and each stroke makes you feel like you’re about to faint.

“ Feel so good my love, you take me in so good” he pants and you bury your nails to his back, calling his name like a prayer and he began to rub your clit and with each thrust you felt closer to the orgasm, he was ripping your pussy open making you feel as if in any moment your back will split into two, the sound of the skin crashing into each other and the sweat you could notice from Satoru’s forehead it was all becoming blurry, a few more strokes into your sweet spot and the rubs in your clit made you come squeezing his dick in between your walls. Soon after he groaned into your ears as you felt the cum inside of you, leaking and making you feel full. He stood up, went to his bathroom and brought back a towel for you. He helped you clean yourself as you try to gain conscience once again. He covered you with his blanket and sat next to you, covering your face.

“Why so embarrassed now?” you scoff and his cocky grin greets you once you peek

“I shouldn’t have done this, not in the school, not with you”

“As if this is your first time” you gasp and he chuckles

“Yea’ I know about that time with Geto” you covered your face again

“But i was a teenager” you say through the fabric

“No regrets at that time, why now?” you sit down and look at him

“I didn’t hated Geto” he grins

“Oh, you hate me?” you nod and he leans to kiss you “I also hate you, i hate you so much, how about i fuck you until we forget about that” you scoff, that brat was going to be the death of you.

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