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i-love-scarameowche · 1 month

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yandere!gojo taking depressed readers virginity? i'd personally prefer if it'd be non con but if u dont want to it's okay!

Yan Gojo x depressed reader <3

TW: NSFW, noncon/rape, virginity loss, unprotected sex, using spit as lube, soft sex(mostly), creampie, mentions of depression(reader has depression obv), bad hygiene, yandere behavior, fem!reader.

WC: 1.9k

Other Gojo x depressed reader: <33

A/N: ofc!!!! Sorry it took so long, I hope it's what you wanted<3

Satoru has waited for so long. He waited when you got a boyfriend who didn't care about you, he waited as you cried to him about how your boyfriend was rude to you, and he waited when you came and cried about how your boyfriend went missing.

He wanted it to be real. Really real.

But he just can't wait anymore. It's been years.

So, he snuck into your apartment while you were sleeping, he has a key because you gave him one. You'd never think that your friend of so many years would do what he's about to do.

And so, Satoru walked to your room with swift steps and opened the door. He lowers his head as he walks into your room, he glances at your sleeping body. His blindfold is pulled down, he wants to fully see and feel you tonight. But he keeps it just in case something happens and he needs to put it over your eyes. He knows you haven't been able to really make yourself feel good like you deserve; Not with how little your fingers reach, which leaves you to just put a pillow between your legs and grind your clit against it through your clothes while playing with your nipples.

Satoru walks through the dark room and to the side of your bed, his piercing blue eyes glowing in the room which has no lights on. Not even a faint glow from the kitchen light seeps into the bedroom through the door, because he turned off all of the lights.

He slowly slips the blankets off you, causing you to move just a bit as he does it. He catches every movement from you, down to the twitches of your feet and up to your lips parting. Satoru puts a knee on your bed and it dips underneath his weight. He moves on top of you with his hands beside your head and his knees by your thighs. His eyes are practically unblinking as they shine. He looks at the plushie that he gave you while you were both younger, sitting on your shelf. You change it's spot around your room a lot. Sometimes you bring it to bed with you to cuddle, other times it's accidentally under your bed.

He put a camera in it, like he did with many other things in your house. He can't always be focused on you, but he can rewind the footage and watch as long as he saves it, which he always does. He knows you're still a virgin, and he still considers himself one. He never came while inside of them, even if he was wearing a condom. He just wanted to know how to pleasure you best, but he's sure he knows now. And all it'll ever be after this is you, and him. Satoru takes off his shirt, still staring at you with unyielding eyes. He never breaks eye contact with your closed eyelids, even as he slips out of his boxers and throws them aside, along with the rest of his clothes. He makes quick and swift work with your shirt, then your pants, then your underwear. He knows how long it's been since your last shower, it's been 8 days. To him, it just proves how much you need him, even if you don't know it yet.

As he looks down at your chest, his dick can't help but twitch. Your nipples are so pretty...he's seen them in recording but, they're even more so in person. His hand reaches down, his fingertips wrapping around one of your nipples ever so softly.

Satoru pinches softly, your nipple getting hard in response. He sits back on his knees, his other hand moving down to your stomach, softly going over your belly button before reaching your pubic hair. You don't shave, and if you do you almost never shave your pubic hair. It's hard for you to just shave one leg, and besides, you thought you wouldn't have sex for a while longer, and that when you were going to, you'd have time to prepare before.

Satoru doesn't mind, it's oddly..cute to him. He knows how bad this would seem if you wake up–he's not delusional–but it'll be fine in the end. He'll make sure of it.

And so, he lifts his hand to his mouth, covering his fingers in some saliva, before he moves his hand down again, cupping your sex. Satoru's finger prods a bit at your pussy, before he slides it in slowly and gently. He doesn't want to risk waking you up yet. Once his finger is inside of you halfway, he pulls it out again before pushing it back in, fully this time. His fingers are long and slender, though thick at the same time, and they hit deep, deeper than you've reached before. Your eyebrows furrow and your lips part just a bit more than before.

Satoru's thumb moves to your clit, moving around a bit to find it-which he quickly does-and then he presses down and rubs. Your legs twitch a bit and your breath hitches. He feels you starting to get a little wet, and he continues. He slowly adds another finger, stretching you. You're so tight. He's so happy that he's the one that's going to be your first time. He's always been in god's favor, hasn't he?

After a little bit, Satoru stops and takes his fingers out of you. He moves his hands from their current positions, one moving to your thigh to spread your legs a bit, and the other moves to his dick.

Satoru softly pumps his cock, before aligning it to your wet hole. He wonders what you're dreaming about, if you're even dreaming. He pushes forward slowly, sinking into your warmth.

Once an inch enters you, your eyes flutter, not yet opening, and he pauses his movements. After a few moments, you return like you were before, and Satoru slowly begins to push in once again.

Satoru continues to sink in inch after thick inch, and when he's about halfway in, you wake up.

"What..? Ow.." You wince, your eyebrows furrowing as your eyes open a bit. The stretch from Satoru's cock burns. You've only ever used 2 fingers on yourself, and even that burned. So of course this isn't going to feel nice. Especially considering what's going on.

Satoru's eyes are all you can see, a dead giveaway really.

"Satoru? What-" You mumble out, starting to try and move away from Satoru.

"Baby calm down it's okay. S'just me sweetheart.." Satoru murmurs, stopping your from moving as he puts one of his hands under your knee, pushing your thigh to your chest, and his other doing the same.

That, of course, doesn't calm you down.

"Get off me!" You exclaim, starting to try and push at Satoru, wanting him off of you. Your eyes are tearing up as Satoru resumes pushing his member into your pussy, your blood soon begins to coat his length. He doesn't like the thought of making you bleed–even whilst he's making love to you–but he knows he needs to bear through it for now. For the both of you.

Satoru just sighs softly, his gaze lowering as he bottoms out, as though this is hurting him more than it hurts you. "Stop! Please..." You choke starting to cry as you struggle and hit and scratch Satoru. Why is this happening? Why is Satoru, of all people, doing this to you? You never would've thought for even a second that he would do this to anyone. But here he is. You wonder why he's doing this. You don't understand.

"Baby..Stop acting like this." He's not even looking at you. If he feels guilty why won't he just stop? Satoru moves his hand from the pit of your knee to holding your ankle on his shoulder.

"Jus-Just get off me...please..I-I won't tell anyone! W-We can just pretend it never happened....please just stop.." You sob, tears starting to stream down your face as Satoru just turns his head and kisses your ankle that's sitting on his shoulder. It would be sweet if he wasn't violating you right now.

Satoru moves his hips back a small bit, before barely thrusting them forward, trying to get you used to him. You feel so warm and tight around him, it feels like heaven. He's struggling to not cum inside of you right now.

“S'okay baby, I got you..” Satoru breathes out, starting to thrust faster into your warmth as you let out choked wails.

“You’re taking me so well baby...so so well.” He whines, completely lost in the feeling of you. Satoru leans down to kiss away your tears, your hands trying to push away his face as you scratch at his cheeks. He doesn't seem to care, which only makes you feel more helpless as he just picks up the pace of his thrusts.

"Ple-ase.." You mumble, your tears staining your lips, making them wet as you cry. You don't know what to do or say. What could you even do against Satoru? He's practically a god. The thought doesn't make you feel any better.

Satoru just continues to kiss your face, not even wincing or moving away as you scratch his face.

Your hips buck when his cock rubs against your g-spot. He lets go of the under to your knee and he moves that hand down to rub at your clit. Satoru's head lowers until his mouth is sucking on your neck. You only continue to sob and try and push Satoru away. One of your legs is free, but you can't do anything with it. Your hips and legs twitch involuntarily as Satoru rubs and presses down on your clit. He begins to bite at your neck, sucking on the spot afterwards.

"St-op...I don-'t want-" The words spill out of your mouth as Satoru feels your cunt squeeze his cock as you cum.

Satoru's pace gets sloppy before he stops thrusting entirely, just rutting into you as his eyes screw shut. "Hah-hhhh...fuckfuck...I love you so much-" He cries out, ropes of cum spurting from his cock as tears start to form in his eyes. It feels like Satoru's cum is infinite, but eventually it stops. You hiccup out a sob, and Satoru just lays down on top of you, his arms wrapping around you and his dick still hard inside of you as his cum slowly leaks out of your aching pussy.

But, he decides to pull out. He doesn't really want to, but he doesn't want your first time with him to be so forceful.

"I got'cha baby" Satoru hums as he picks you up, you've given up on trying to push him away. You just lay limp in his grasp, your tears starting to dry on your cheeks and under your eyes.

Satoru walks you to your bathroom, begrudgingly cleaning you up before he sits you on the toilet. Once you're finished, he brings you back to bed and lays with you, his arms keeping you still in an iron grip.

He kissed you before settling down with you to sleep. Or rather, waiting for you to sleep so he can watch you.

Extra notes: it's a little soft but yeah !!! I have not posted in awhile but I'm gonna try to post more soon <3

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dilemmaontwolegs · 5 months

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Hello can i ask a part 3 of crazy for you where you know about his dark tendencies but you can't and he won't let you leave him because your already pregnant (i know it takes time to figure out if your pregnant but let's just say Lando has a great sperm 🤭 and it's many weeks later) thanks 🫶

Crazy For The Three Of Us || LN4

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, gaslighting, dub/con, dark themes WC: 2k F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four (final)

It took Lando another couple of weeks to finally get you to move in with him, not that you spent much time apart. You practically lived together but shared the time between your apartments next door. His argument made sense in the end, there really was no need to be paying rent when you could move in with him. So, you handed in your notice and moved your belongings into his place.

“Did this really need to be boxed up to move ten metres down the hall?” Lando teased as he opened the last box and tipped it out.

“Probably not,” you giggled as you helped fold the clothes and put them away. “What are we having for dinner?”

“Fridge is a bit empty, want takeaway or to go shopping?” You would always choose a home cooked meal and he knew it as he grabbed a hoodie and his keys. “Come on then, love.”

Determined to make the grocery run go faster, you sent Lando off to the chilled foods with his list and you made your way down the dried goods aisles. A familiar face stood in front of the sauces and you skipped up to him, touching his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey Luke, how have you been? I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“Hey,” he said weakly. He seemed wary as he took a step back, his eyes finding Lando as he walked down the aisle with a shopping trolley. “That’s probably for the best. I should get going.”

You frowned at his quickly retreating figure and wondered what you had done to offend him. It wasn’t like you had seen him anytime recently. Everytime plans were tried to line up, there was something already organised with Lando. Turning your back on him you saw Lando’s jaw clench as he stared at Luke’s back too.

“What’s that?” you asked as you nodded to his hands, his eyes softening as he broke away from his intense stare.

“I picked you up a test, love.” Lando held the little blue box up and shook it. “You’re a few days late.”

“How would you even know that?” You laughed as you took the box and started to place it on a random shelf you passed. “You wear condoms anyway, so stop being stupid.”

“Yeah, except when you practically raped me on the couch,” he snorted. “Please, Lando, just fuck me. You didn’t even give me a chance to get one.”

You stumbled and if you didn’t have a hand on the trolley you probably would have face planted on the vinyl floor. “No, tell me you’re joking, right?”

“Why would I joke about that?” He grabbed the test back and dropped it into the trolley as he continued on his way.

You rushed to catch up with him and grabbed his forearm. “Why are you not freaking out?”

“Why would I?” he asked calmly, his head tilting to the side as he saw the fear in your eyes. “I love you, we live together. Is it not the next step?”

“No, it’s not,” you corrected. “There’s a million steps between those things. There’s enjoying life, getting to know each other, getting married. I don’t even know if I want kids!”

He smiled and grabbed the back of your head to pull you into a crushing kiss. “You said kids, plural.”

“Lando, I’m trying to be calm right now. Please don’t make this worse.” You turned and stormed your way to the checkouts, tapping your foot impatiently as each item was scanned but it was the little blue box you kept your eyes fixed on. “It’s probably nothing anyway,” you muttered under your breath as you tried not to freak out. “It was one time.”

You couldn’t breathe as you stared at the little window that very clearly stated PREGNANT. It even had the audacity to tell you that you were 3-4 weeks along.

“It’s wrong, buy another one,” you said to Lando as you tossed the test in the trash.

He grabbed it out and stared at it, a little perplexed that it didn’t just have two little lines. “What do you mean?”

“Unless you can time travel, the test is wrong,” you growled as you ripped it from his hands and threw it back in the bin. “We had sex on your couch when I called in sick two weeks ago, so how can I be that far along? It’s faulty, go and buy another one.”

You gave him a push to the door before sinking onto the couch and dropping your head in your hands. You bolted back upright and narrowed your eyes at the seat, giving it a kick before heading to the kitchen instead. “Stupid fucking couch.”

By the time Lando returned, his hoodie pocket filled with half a dozen other brands of tests, you had cooked dinner and dessert and started baking some bread rolls for lunches as well. You kept your hands busy so you could distract yourself and it had worked until he dropped the boxes on the bench.

“There weren’t any more of those fancy ones but I got these,” he explained as he opened the boxes and pulled the tests out. “Have you drunk any water?”

You waved your empty bottle as you swiped them up and stalked back off to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“Baby, open up,” Lando said with a knock. “Let me in.”

“Just…give me a few minutes,” you begged as you sat on the toilet. “Please.”

“Okay, I’ll be out here when you’re ready.”

You heard his footsteps retreat and sighed as you closed your eyes to pray to anyone that would listen. “Please, please, please…”

Your prayers weren’t answered as every single test highlighted the reality of the situation. You were pregnant. You were pregnant. “Fuck.”

The alarm on your new phone blared that the baking was done and it spurred you to wash your hands and leave the room. You walked into the kitchen, feeling Lando’s eyes in you as you opened the oven and pulled out the tray from the oven. You didn’t feel the heat of the tray but Lando’s shout cut through the noise in your head before the pain flared on your palm. The tray clattered to the floor and you froze amongst the mess.

“Baby,” Lando whined as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the sink. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I-I-I’m pregnant,” you whispered, still in a state of confusion as you stared at the ruined bread rolls. “I have a fucking bun in the oven.”

You were still in denial even as you watched the pulsing blob on the screen in front of you. Lando knew plenty of people around the city with his high profile and he had been able to get you a fast tracked appointment with an Obstetrician. You almost wished he would slow down but going fast was all he knew.

“Woah,” he breathed as the doctor pointed to the dot.

“That’s it’s heartbeat, fast and strong. I would say from the measurements we are looking at just over 5 weeks gestation.”

“Five! No, that can’t be right.”

“The measurements don’t lie,” he shrugged as he waved the wand to another angle to take a few more still shots. “But we go by your last known period, not the actual conception date if that helps.”

It didn’t. The dates still didn’t add up in your mind and you numbly accepted the print outs of the photos as you sat up.

“We will have another scan at 12 weeks-”

You zoned out as you stared at the blob, no, not a blob - a baby, your baby. Your thumb stroked over the image and you tried to imagine how in less than eight months it would be a human being that you would be responsible for. A wet splotch landed on the paper and you gasped as you rushed to brush the teardrop away. “Shit,” you sniffled as you accepted the tissue Lando grabbed for you.

“You’re going to be a great mother,” he said softly, taking the pictures away before you could ruin them further. “I can’t wait to tell our parents.”

You had barely been able to think about how you were reacting to the news but now you had to think about your parents as well. You had only ever briefly spoken to his parents and that was when they video called him on Christmas Day. The thought of telling them and your parents was almost enough to make you sick, and not the queasy kind you had felt waking each morning recently.

“Don’t you think we should wait?” you whispered as you sat in the passenger seat on the drive back to the apartment. “Most people wait until 12 weeks in case something happens.”

“You’re going to have the best care money can buy, baby, nothing’s going to happen.”

‘I thought we raised you better than that,’ your mother had sighed. ‘Unprotected sex is not an accident.’

‘What your mother means to say is, if you two are happy then we are happy for you,’ your father said as he placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder. ‘You are happy, right?’

Lando’s hand had warmed your leg as he ran his palm over your jeans, giving it a soft squeeze when you didn’t answer. “Uh, yeah, dad, I’m happy. It was just a shock is all. I think my brain is still trying to catch up with everything.”

You could hear the disappointment in your parent’s lacklustre congratulations before they bid you a goodnight. It weighed heavily on you as the video call ended and Lando slammed the lid of his laptop shut. His parents had been far more accepting of the information, but it wasn’t their first time being grandparents so it wasn’t such a change.

Lando went to the kitchen and boiled the kettle for your evening tea and you screwed up your face as he opened the new jar. “Can’t I have the chamomile? That one tastes better.”

As soon as the pregnancy test had come back positive he had thrown the sleep tea out, claiming it said it wasn’t suitable for pregnancy. It seemed absurd, but Lando wasn’t taking his chances and you were kind of endeared by how seriously he was taking his role as father-to-be.

“Come to bed with me,” you said as you slipped your arms around his waist while the tea steeped. His cologne made your mouth water and you buried your face in the back of this hoodie as you hugged him tighter. “These hormones are driving me crazy.”

The tea was forgotten as he turned and caught your chin in his warm hands, tipping your face back so he could claim your lips. “Crazy, huh?” he teased, taking a step and forcing you back until you were walking blindly to the bedroom. “I like it when you get a little crazy.”

Your knees hit the bed and you fell back amongst the blankets as he eyed you up hungrily. Need simmered in your core as he popped the button on your jeans and dragged them down your legs. Crawling up the bed, he groaned at the sight of your ass in the air and chuckled when you opened the bedside drawer.

“Where’s the- oh- I guess we don’t need them now,” you chuckled as you found the condom box missing. “Guess there is one perk to this accident.”

Lando flipped you onto his back and you found he had already thrown his clothes off in eagerness. “There are no accidents, love, just miracles.”

Click here for the final part.

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biteofcherry · 1 month

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Steve + “Are you trying to hide from me?”

Thank you for sending the Hoe Fairy my way, through all the trials and dangers of time zones 😆💖

Grateful for it, I wrote something slightly longer than a drabble? Oops.

I'm creating a new dark-ish universe here, so brace yourselves.

New World Order

soft dark!Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: After the snap and the breaking of the Avengers the world has turned into a darker place than it already was. Being under Steve Rogers protection should be your beacon of light, right? So why does it sometimes feel as if you're caught in a sticky web?

warnings: semi dystopian universe; soft dark Steve Rogers; manipulation; sprinkle of gaslighting; economical/situational power imbalance; dub-con; smidge of breeding kink; sex (p in v);

word count: 3k

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A small creak startled you. Your body tensed and jerked, the jars in your arms almost falling to the floor. You held your breath, tightening your hold on the precious cargo.

The sound came from the other room, the one anyone from the compound could’ve walked into, so it shouldn’t scare you. Not when you made sure to cover any tracks leading to this special, secret unit, which you’ve discovered a few days ago.

Slowly, careful not to make any sound that might alert whoever was roaming out there, you put the jars down on the shelf. One by one. Gently. You kept your breath shallow as you did, keeping your movements to the minimal. Then you stayed still, counting down seconds in your head and listening for any sounds from outside.

As one minute passed into another, then another, until it was seven minutes, then eight, you began to relax slightly.

No further sounds, steps, nor voices came. You assumed they were gone, whoever it’s been.

With a little huff of breath, you turned around. The nose of your boot bumped into the box of supplies you sneaked inside. It made little to no noise, but it was enough for the domino to fall down completely.

Something clanked on the other side of the wall. Then the hidden passage in the wall opened.

Bright daylight filtered through and the broad, dark silhouette filled nearly the entirety of the doorway.

You lifted your hand to shield your eyes from the sudden burst of light, letting out a small squeak as you curled inwardly. It took you a mere second to recognize who caught you and while your heart eased at the realisation, there was still a part of you that feared the outcome.

“I was wondering what kind of mouse has been hiding in the walls,” came his soft, deep voice. “Turns out it’s my own little scrapper.”

Captain Rogers walked in. Despite wearing heavy boots he still managed to move quietly.

The wall closed automatically after him, leaving the two of you in a small room with light fixtures casting pleasant, but artificial glow from the ceiling.

“Are you trying to hide from me?” His lips curled in a lopsided smile, but the way he slightly tilted his head made you aware that he wouldn’t like it, if you said yes.

“Of course not,” you let out a nervous laugh, gripping the edge of the counter behind you.

“Not from you, Steve.” Nervousness still buzzed inside you, spiking as he neared closer and closer.

Steve Rogers, Captain America, could be a scary motherfucker, if he wanted to. Usually, however, it was reserved for anyone trying to harm people he protected. Or if his subordinates broke his rules in any way.

He may not be the golden boy you remembered from the very few, rare press conferences and pap photos from a decade before. Too much has happened, since he was the poster of glorified values the government tried to sell.

First, they stripped him of the crystal areola they put themselves on him. Named him a fugitive and a traitor, for wanting to protect his best friend and fight for justice.

His other colleagues have turned away from him, leading to breaking of the Avengers formation, which was supposed to protect the people.

Then, when the ultimate threat appeared, the remaining politicians blamed Steve and the other heroes for being unable to defeat Thanos. Tony Stark never returned. So many others have dispersed into dust. For a few years - as the world around you spiralled into dystopian nightmare - phantom governments have been using Captain America and other Avengers as the arguments for why so many things were failing.

Living became hard. Well, even harder than it used to be. People turned jaded and distrustful, so very few still tried to show each other support. Unable to count on governmental help, people have started forming their own little groups. Little communities that took care of each other, but were very wary of anyone else.

You met Steve when you shyly walked into one of the support groups he was leading. You’ve seen posters inviting people to the meetings, but for quite a long time you stayed away from them, because Captain America or not, these groups always meant selling your soul in some way.

Steve lured you in with his patience and soft voice, but was firm in pointing out that if you’d like to take some of the provisions back home, or needed aid, you had to do some labour in return.

You weren’t opposed to that, but you were wary. Still, you agreed.

Each task seemed more and more important, or that’s what you told yourself, because with each you’ve somehow gotten to work closer and closer to the Captain himself.

You worked dutifully, which was something Steve didn’t omit to praise you for on a few occasions. Which perhaps was the reason why he assigned you to a team that so often worked closely with him.

As much as it filled your chest with warmth, your gut tightened each time he got a little closer.

And he always got closer.

You always sensed his gaze on you. Felt your heart jumping whenever he grazed his fingers along your arm, in a seemingly innocent, sweet gesture. But there was something about his attention, about Steve himself, that made you feel uneasy.

He was charismatic, but also less lenient.

Caring, but didn’t give second chances.

Patient, but often merciless in his decisions.

He was still Captain America, but bitter and darker. Worn-out and dirty, like his suit, with the trace of a star that used to shine hope to those who saw it. Now that faith trailed with darkness.

When Steve approached you one evening, as your team was scavenging the territory the Captain and his Avengers have liberated from under the influence of bloodthirsty gangs, you felt that quickened pulse and whispers of self-preservation instinct telling you to be wary.

He said that he noticed you watching him. Which rendered you speechless for a moment. If anything, you always caught him looking your way.

Did he really think you were the one checking him out? Was it why your gazes met every time?

You stuttered with your response, not quite knowing how to explain yourself. Steve offered you that disarming, comforting smile. He touched your hand. Slipped his fingers between yours, ever so slowly rubbing the pad of his index finger between two of yours.

Such a small, meaningless gesture, but something about it had your cunt clenching in response, as if he was insinuating he wanted to rub you somewhere else.

Before you managed to explain the situation, Steve turned the tables on you once again. He leaned in and confessed that he missed intimate touch, as well. That it was understandable and he felt honoured you would give him your attention.

Then he simply walked away, joining Natasha to make further decisions regarding the operation; leaving you dizzy with confusion and conflicting emotions.

Was he right? Were you subconsciously seeking out his attention? Was your sense of unease in his proximity provoked by your attraction to him?

Because Steve Rogers was a very handsome man. From the soft strands of hair he had grown a little longer, to the way his broad chest tapered into narrow hips and possibly the sexiest ass you’ve ever seen.

From that moment, the Captain often approached you, smiled at you, and touched you however briefly. The pounding of your heart increased each time, your thoughts still clouded.

When he caressed your cheek one time, while having just returned all dirtied and splattered with blood from a mission abroad, your breath stuttered. He asked you to help him out with patching some bruises and you didn’t find the strength in you to deny a request from a wounded man. Captain America at that.

He took you to his quarters. At Steve’s command, the AI closed the door after you. Your fingers trembled as Steve guided you how to unzip and take off his suit (since his shoulder throbbed so hard, he seemingly couldn’t do it himself).

Steve’s fair skin was indeed marred with bruises and a few cuts, which you cleaned and patched. In response to your breathless “I better leave” after you were done, Steve slid his big hands onto your hips and softly asked you to stay.

Perhaps it’s been too long since you kissed anyone. Or maybe his grip on you tightened enough for the fear of repercussions freezing you in place.

With a tiny whimper, you gave in to his demanding lips and wandering hands. Despite your brain screaming at you to run away, your heart rate accelerated with pleasure, quickly drowning out the fear.

Steve had you sinking down on his thick cock right there, while he still sat in the chair and his suit was barely pushed past his hips. He groaned praises at how good you felt; how hot it was to feel your tight cunt stretching around him; how sexy you sounded struggling to take it all.

Even with some of your brain cells fighting against it, your whole body surrendered to Steve and the pleasure he drew out of you over and over again.

Maybe he was right all along and you were starved for intimate contact.

Maybe you were choosing to let him take you, so he wouldn’t hurt you or your family in any way.

Later, as you laid in Steve’s arms, you debated with yourself how good it felt to be held and protected, and that maybe it was worth following Steve’s subtle commands.

He took you again in the morning. On your side, sliding into your sore pusy from behind. When you hissed that it hurt, Steve slowed down, but didn’t stop. He distracted you by arousing other parts of your body - rolling and pinching your nipples, sliding his fingers between your lips and fucking your moth with them, using his wet digits to rub your clit.

Both of you returned to your duties afterwards, but in the evening Steve simply wrapped an arm around you and greeted you with a kiss on your temple. Then guided you back to his quarters.

He talked to you about everything, asked about your past, as well simply about your day.

But not once did he ask, if you wanted to have sex with him.

As the days passed, the less brave and determined you were to reject him. Especially not after Steve started coming over to your quarters, to meet your parents and play this whole thing, as if you really were a couple.

So if he was this sweet and supportive, why did you still fear displeasing him in any way?

“I mean I’m not hiding at all.” Your speech quickened slightly, as you explained your actions. “I may have hoped no one would find this spot that quickly. I would tell you about it, I was going to. But first I needed to, um, I wanted to-”

“Easy, honey.” Steve cupped your cheek.

He ran his thumb along your lip, cooing at you softly.

He didn’t look angry, nor suspicious. Which lessened your worries.

“So you found one of Tony’s panic rooms.” Steve took a quick look around. “Not many people know about their existence. Not many can find them.”

“It was actually an accident,” you laughed at that, remembering how you stumbled when changing light bulbs in a weird fixture in the main lounge room and instead of breaking the mirror on the wall the pressure of your fall activated sensor in the wall, opening the passage to this room.

You told Steve the story, watching mirth form crinkles around his eyes. He kissed your forehead softly, before pulling away. Not enough to leave much space between your bodies.

“And why are you storing provisions here?” He glanced at the jars and cans you stacked on the few shelves.

“Just in case. We have a storage and everything is rationed generously, but-” your gaze dropped as you mumbled- “somemayhavebeenstolen.”

“What was that?” Steve’s tone chilled and you felt the hair on your nape standing to attention.

With two fingers, he tilted your chin up. Blue eyes bore into yours, a Captain’s command in them snapped you into obedience without an order falling from his lips.

“I think I’ve noticed someone sneaking out some portions. Often.” You admitted. “I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t suffer much loss, in case that person continued to steal.”

“Why haven’t you reported it?” Steve frowned, his hold on your chin turning into an unpleasant pinch.

“Because the person I should report to first, is the one who takes it.” You also tried to convince yourself that maybe Walker simply was giving it away to someone in need.

“You could’ve told me.” Steve pointed out, his frown deepening in displeasure.

“But you always talk about the importance of chain of command,” you blurted out.

Which actually surprised Steve. His eyebrows arched up and then his disapproval was shifting into amused satisfaction once again.

“You’re so dutiful, honey.” Steve’s grin made you gulp nervously.

His gaze slowly trailed down. When it returned to your face there was a possessive glint in the blue irises. A hot jolt stroke down your spine, pooling in your lower belly with heat in preparation for what was to come.

Because even if your lips wanted to part on a pitiful No, you knew Steve would take anyway. And he’d make sure your body was on board with his desires.

“Why don’t you continue your impeccable service for your Captain, huh?” Steve dragged the zipper of your jacket down.

It was butter soft brown leather; once belonging to Steve, but since it was too big on you, he graciously encouraged you to cut and sew it, so it fit you better.

Steve parted the sides of the jacket, exposing your chest. One move was enough to yank down the stretchy top you had underneath. Your breasts spilled out and you clenched your fingers on the edge of the counter, forcing yourself not to cover yourself, even though you felt shy.

Steve cupped your breasts with his hands; squeezed them and kneaded gently. The coarse fabric of his fingerless gloves provided additional sensation. He rolled one nipple under his thumb; pinched the other. His mouth swallowed each little moan of yours.

He drew out a whine out of you as he tugged your bottom lip between his teeth, at the same time unzipping your jeans. Steve knelt down to take off one of your shoes and pull your leg free from the pant leg. Enough to have you spread for him as wide as he wanted.

“Umm-” you swallowed hard as Steve stretched to his full height.

He was so much bigger than you. So much stronger. Sometimes, when he had you in his arms, it truly made you feel safe. Other times it scared you; made you quickly comply.

Steve picked you up so easily, sitting you on the narrow counter and standing between your legs.

“I don’t have any more pills,” you revealed. “Contraceptives, I mean. Bruce said it will take a few weeks for the production to be finished, after that one ingredient turned out to be spoiled.”

Steve met your eyes. He listened to what you were saying, nodding his head intently as you spoke, but still unzipped his suit and freed his cock.

You couldn’t help it, your gaze flicked down. Seeing it almost daily didn’t diminish the awe of the cock a primal part of your brain declared perfect. Your pussy clenched, growing wetter in preparation for what was inevitable.

Steve’s hand closed around his girth and he gave a few pumps before guiding the angry-red tip into your hole.

He slid inside with a groan. Your own choked cry responding.

When he met slight resistance due to your position, Steve hooked his arms beneath your knees and pulled your legs upwards. Your ass tilted and your upper body angled backwards. It allowed him to sink fully in, until you felt that unpleasant pressure against your cervix and his balls met your buttocks.

Then, as he bottomed out in your unprotected pussy, Steve regarded your words.

“Slight inconvenience. But we’re skilled in adjusting to new situations and challenges.” He rested his forehead against yours; his voice growing more raspy and breathless. “If fate wants us to have a child, then we will rise to that blessing as well.”

He rocked his hips into you, his pelvis grazing your clit. You squeaked, bracing your hands on Steve’s shoulders.

“Fuck, honey.” Steve withdrew a few inches then slowly thrust back in. “Your sweet cunt is so tight and wet for me.”

It was tight, because he hadn’t prepared you thoroughly - sometimes it was a blessing, because there were other times when Steve was so focused on making you soaked that he turned you into an overstimulated mess.

Also because his dick was so fucking thick.

“My perfect pussy. Isn’t it?” Each stroke was a purposeful, unrushed torment, so that you felt those inches penetrating you. Owning you.

“Y-yes, Steve. It’s yours,” you mewled when he poked your cervix again.

“It was made to be filled, honey.” Steve’s pace started increasing. “Its purpose is to take my cock and milk every last drop of my cum, until your womb swells with it.”

There were protesting voices in your head, demanding that you shake your head no and that you tell him you didn’t want to get pregnant. But they never made it past the barrier of voices supplying that you always dreamed of having a family and that Steve would take good care of you.

Even if the objections somehow made it onto your tongue, the moans and cries Steve was eliciting with each thrust and filthy word deformed them into agreement.

“That’s it, honey. Taking your Captain so well. Going to take all my cum and thank me for it.”

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iovesia · 7 months

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❛⠀TAKE MY BREATH AWAY.

kinktober 2023. — day one.

synopsis. a simple job as a counselor at your local summer camp becomes more than what you bargained for when bodies start dropping.

✶⠀ ׅ⠀ ࣪⠀warnings. slasher!john wick 𝑥 f!reader — extreme dub-con. fuck or die. murder. gore. doggy position. machetes. size kink. major character death. friday the 13th au. 1.5k words.

josie's little note. slutty slasher szn's officially begun! i'm vv excited to share this with you guys! had to postpone this fic for a hot second— but hope you enjoy ♡🔪 !!

THE CHILDREN’S SCREAMING ECHOED THROUGH YOUR BRAIN.

You groaned, rubbing your temples tiredly as the sun beamed down on you. Your terribly short camp counsellor uniform allowed the rays to gently warm your skin, as you adjusted the sun glasses on your face. It was a nauseatingly hot summer’s day in July— and the joyus screams of the campers festered a migraine.

“Hey, don’t run!” You call out to the two little girls whose feet padded alongside the lake bend. The two pigtailed wearing campers merely giggle at your expense, before continuing to run down to the dock filled with other campers.

Lifeguard duty was truly your least favourite shift. You’d give anything to trade places with Michela’s aerobics group or Jake’s hiking activity. Anything to get out of this unbearable July sun. Sweat beads spouted on your forehead as you weaky fanned yourself with today’s schedule.

A sudden loud burst snaps you from your sweaty daze as you jump up in surprise. Your eyes catch the sight of two older kids and a sad, torn inflatable toy. The plastic swims along the lake as the two boys look awkwardly at you.

“Are you kidding me?!” you groan, irritation burning on your skin along with the heat. Pulling your red shades back down, you make your way down to the dingy, old shack near the docks. A dusty little storage unit that your camp director keeps putting off on rebuilding. You let out a cough when the cloud of dust hits your face. The door damn near tears off from its weak, copper hinge.

“I’m so not doing this gig again,” you mumble bitterly as you enter. The soft rays of sunshine in through the cracked window as you search for a replacement inflatable. The dusty plastic toy catches your eye on the bottom shelf, and as you lean down to grab it—

Ch. Ch. Ch. Ah. Ah. Ah.

The hoarse quiet whisper that’s been haunting you for the last two weeks of summer. The whisper that echoed in your ears, and sent the cool breeze down your spine. The whisper that had a pair of eyes watching you.

YOU RAN.

Your worn out converse hit the bark of the forest, the tree branches slapping roughly against you as you hurry through the dark outdoors. The stain of Michela’s blood on your face, and the stench of it that burned your nostrils boiled bile in your throat.

Ch. Ch. Ch. Ah. Ah. Ah.

That whisper rings through the forest, along with the sound of metal slashing and a masculine scream… then a loud thud. Your friends were being slaughtered left right and centre. The memories of Jake’s decapitated head rolling towards you made you want to hurl, scream and cry all at once. But, for now you just ran. Ran from the 6’1, machete wielding maniac.

You heard the folk stories, and the legends of John Wick— the boogeyman. What was supposed to be one of Brad’s stupid stories to scare the boys and girls at camp, became your unfortunate reality.

Stupidly, you run onto the docks, leaving you in the wide open. For a moment, all goes quiet. You pant loudly and weakly, sobs wracking your chest as you look around tearfully for any means of escape.

Ch. Ch. Ch. Ah. Ah. Ah.

Creak.

A heavy footstep rests on the dock. Followed by another.. And then another.

You’re too terrified to turn around— or too slow to do anything as a large hand snatches your shoulder, and spins you around to face the inevitable. Letting out a blood curdling scream when you come face to face with your worst nightmare. John.

The brutish giant who towered over you, wearing what appears to be a leather coat and jeans— all gloriously painted with the blood and guts of your fellow counsellors. He glared at you coldly, his hand damn near pushing you back off the dock and into the murky waters. You watch frozen in fear as his blood covered hand lifts his machete, preparing you for your demise.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” You sob desperately, the moonlight bouncing off the machete and shining onto your face as John holds you over the ledge of the dock. “Please, don’t do this! I’ll do anything!”

John stares at you blankly, his firm hand still gripping tightly onto your top. Time freezes for what feels like ages before he lifts you back up off the ledge. He quirks his brow, his facial expression speaking for himself.

“Anything, please, just don’t kill me,” you beg desperately. John’s eyes trail from your puffy red face, past your breathing neck, to your breasts that rose up and down with each shaky breath. The colour drains from your face when you follow his eyes that scan your body hungrily. Wordlessly, you knew. John’s quick in his movements to push your helpless body down to the dock floor.

A loud wooden crack rings out and pain blooms in your side as your head bangs against the docks. Your delicate face scratched along the rough wood of the docks as John’s machete slices cleanly up the pant-leg of your shorts. The bloodied metal snags at your underwear as well as the flimsy material falls off your body and you gasp at the sudden cold wind hiding your rear and cunt. Humiliating tears brim your eyes when John’s grimy hands spread you apart, his knee pushing yours further out— almost putting you on display.

John’s low breathing reverberates in your ears and you hear the glob of spit forming between his lips as it stretches down, hitting your cold skin. Your body trembles as John’s fingers slide the spit in between your folds, and rip a gasp from your throat as he plunges his index and pointer finger into your small hole.

“Shit— fuck—” you hiss under your breath.

John simply hums at your reaction, his face remains stoic. If he’s enjoying your reactions, he’s not showing it. He slides his fingers in and out of your cunt, his one act of mercy to prepare you for his final kill. Your dignity. The squelching of your wet cunt plays over the sound of crickets and the lake moving. His agonisingly slow movements serve to prolong this tortuous and depraved experience. You whimper when John’s hands disappear, leaving your empty cunt to clench the air.

Ziiiipppp.

Swallowing the lump in your throat as you hear John’s belt buckle hit the floor. His large hand suddenly presses your head down harder against the wooden dock, the faint splinters digging into your soft cheeks. Tears well in your eyes, and you internally pray to the souls of your dead colleagues for forgiveness for what’s about to happen. Just as you try to lift your head up against his hand, your eyes meet your reflection as the machete violently stabs into the dock… Right next to your head.

“Don’t.”

He says firmly, sending chills down your spine. You whimper, like a little lamb to the slaughter. John’s hand returns to your head, his grip tighter as he holds you down. The head of his thick tip teasingly slides up and down between your wet folds. His other hand holds tightly onto the fat of your waist, dirty nails digging into your soft skin as his fat cock plunges slowly into your cunt.

His cock just hit so deep, and your small pussy is stretched to the brim. A choked sob dies in your throat as John’s eyes grow half-lidded, and a quiet sigh escapes from him. Your warm cunt engulfed him so well as he gradually moved his hips back and forth. His mushroom tip kissed your cervix, you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

You whimpered and sobbed, your lower lip in between your pearly white teeth as you bite down. The maroon copper taste fills your mouth with John’s unrelenting thrusts only getting faster. As a fruitless attempt to dry your tears up, you squeeze your eyes closed. John’s cock keeps rhythmically moving in and out of your walls, using your warm body like a ragdoll. Hot tears slide down your face, and John’s sweat hits your back, his dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes never left the sight of his cock disappearing inside you.

Something stirred in your lower belly, and your toes curled in your converse shoes as guilt swam in your chest. You opened your legs, and spread your cunt for the assailant who murdered your friends.. and you were enjoying it.

John’s hold on your body grew harder, when his thrusts got faster and faster. Through short huffs and tight grips, you could tell he was close. Suddenly, you felt John spurt a thick rope inside of you, filling your exhausted cunt to the brim with his seed. The pants and sobs fall from your mouth as your body collapses against the dock. The pleasure quickly be replaced with shame and horror, as John stands up, towering over your frame.

You wince at the sharp sound of the machete being pulled from the docks. Your eyes follow his every move as his bloodied hand holds the handle of the machete, lifting it above his head, his dark eyes squint at you. Your eyes widen.

“No.. No, no, wait!”

Fin.

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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all dressed up

standalone or night walks 4

1.3k | dark!Joel x fem!reader | night walks master list

Warnings: nsfw 18+, SA technically, dub-con unsafe PIV, in public, mild degradation? idk, filth. no outbreak, neighbor

As you approach the drink wall of the convenience store, a man catches your eye with a sharp leather jacket over a bare chest. He’s in the snack aisle which is exactly where he belongs. You try not to let your eyes linger. While you're standing there at the cooler, he comes around and seems to be looking at you. You glance in his direction with a shy little smile and do a double take. He's wearing PJ pants. You finally look up past his chest and your face gets hot - it’s Joel Miller, the creepy older neighbor you've been trying not to fuck. He's not shirtless, but his neckline is crazy low.

"Well, look at us all dressed up," he says.

You check each other out for a moment before you say, “Nice jacket.”

“Nice dress,” he responds in a low, horny pitch as he moseys closer. He’s absolutely railing you with his eyes.

You’re facing the drink cooler and don’t turn in his direction. He crowds you from behind and lays a tan, veiny hand on your hip. You don't move.

He drops his snack behind you. “Uh oh,” he says ominously, then crouches down to pick it up.

He stays down there longer than necessary and inhales loudly. As he stands again, his palm skims your calf all the way up to your inner thigh, lifting the hem of your casual dress just slightly with a short, low whistle. All your blood rushes to your loins. He cups your ass cheek then gets even closer, stepping one foot in between yours. His cheek touches your hair. “Look good in black,” he murmurs into the back of your ear, referring to your panties. He puts both his hands on your hips, one of them holding his purple snack bag.

He gently presses his burgeoning arousal into you with a soft "Mm" and further hardens against your ass. You stand frozen, a pool forming in your panties.

He turns the snack bag over in his hand, still at your hip, and you look down at it. Takis Fuego. He runs two flattened fingers down your stomach, then creeps dangerously low and starts making small circles. "How 'bout I get somethin' less spicy?"

He haphazardly discards the Takis on the nearest shelf. When he gets back in your space, you become aware of a man watching, and you clear your throat.

"Everything okay over here?" The man asks and you softly elbow Joel to back up, but he doesn't.

You turn and say, “Uh. . . .Yeah, thanks.”

“You sure he isn’t bothering you?"

Your cheeks burn.

Joel answers, “What’d she say, man?”

“Thought she might want a little space, that’s all.”

“Want some space, pumpkin’?”

“Thanks for asking,” you tell the man. “I should get going,” you say to Joel.

You step away and grab a cold drink. What you really need is a cold shower.

Joel puts his hands in his jacket pockets and splays them out as he says, "if that's what ya want" and walks backward then turns to grab another snack on his way to the checkout. You linger so you don’t have to be behind him in line.

It’s a sketchy parking lot - just the gas station and liquor store. Unsavory characters loiter in the front near the pumps, so you parked in the back. It was deserted in your corner, but now Joel’s parked near you, closer than necessary. You aren't surprised to find him leaning with his side against your driver's side door. He's taken off the jacket. Arms crossed, hands jammed under his absurd biceps, a considerable bulge in his PJ pants. God damn, he's hot. Why does he have to be so hot?

"Knew I wasn't botherin' ya," he says smugly.

You sigh, unlock your car, and put your bag in the back seat. As soon as you close the back door and step forward, his arm and pecs flex, and in one swift motion, he pushes himself up with his hand planted on your door, pivots over you, and cages you against your car. He lays his hips into yours and your breath hitches. He grinds his rock-hard package right into your crotch and arousal shoots through your core to your breasts. His pants nor your cotton dress leave much unfelt.

"Bet ya woulda taken it right against the cooler," he says, looking from your mouth to your chest and back. His neck looks so strong.

He lowers his bare chest against you, buries his face in your neck, beard scratching your delicate skin, and sucks thirstily. A massive hand runs up the side of your thigh. He lightly drags his lips from your neck, up your chin, and over your lips, where he hesitates without kissing you. To your horror, your mouth latches onto his and won't let go. You accept his tongue hungrily and a soft grunt escapes the back of your throat. “Mmmm,” he says into your mouth. Your body begs to be filled.

He wraps an arm under yours and rests his hand between your shoulder blades, then pulls you off your car and into him. His other hand goes under your dress and engulfs your soaked panties.

"Damn," he says "what're we waitin' for." He takes your keys from your hand and puts them on top of your car.

Your cheeks burn and you look around. "This is-"

"Shhhh," he says into your cheek. He covers your lips with his for a few seconds, rubbing your clit just right. Then says, "We can do whatever we want."

He manhandles you over to his ride, opens the side door, and bends you over the seat. He pulls your dress up and your panties down, then pushes two thick fingers inside you and you gasp softly.

"Hell yeah,” he says as he feels you. “Couldn't be more ready, could ya?" You hate it when he's right. He pulls his waistband down, nestles his girthy cock at your entrance, and puts a hand on your lower back. Then he pushes the tip inside. "Here ya go, baby."

His stiff girth parts your insides, and with a burst of power, he bottoms out. It takes your breath away. He whispers, “fuck yeah” and retreats, then slams into you full-force to the hilt with a loud sigh.

"Know you love this cock," he says as he finds a rhythm. "Take it real good, too."

He slides a hand under your chest and gropes a breast as he pounds you, breathing hard and grunting. The tension builds deep in your gut. His cock feels so right inside you. You wish it wouldn't, but it does. You begin to move to meet his hips. Fuck, he feels good. You give up trying not to moan.

"Attagirl,” he says. “Bad to the bone."

You push back in rhythm as he rails you with his hands braced on your hips.

"Love this pussy,” he pants. Tight ‘n wet. . . starvin’ for me.”

His cockhead hits the right spot one more time, and you begin to unravel and clench around him with a moan you fail to hold in.

"Let it out baby," he pants as he pummels you through your waves of release. "loud as you wan-," he cuts himself off with a groan and his strong hands slam your ass into his hips. Then he pulses enormously inside you, and God, it feels good. You shouldn't like it, but it's so hot. You shut your eyes, afraid to see if anyone's watching.

“Knew you were bad, but damn,” he says as he catches his breath and you slide forward to let his length fall out.

As the rush fades, shame sets in. He's so vile. So self-satisfied. Even a random bystander could see what a menace he was. How does he prowl around like this doing whatever he wants, and getting away with it?

He offers you a smoke, but you tell him you have to go. And you tell yourself you should really stay away from him.

I feel like this relates to a couple of requests.

NW: @tehweeana @lokanda @blackvelveteen1339 @cutesyscreenname

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Holler if I left you odd or you wanna be on (NW or all)

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wri0thesley · 6 months

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For your ask prompts: Kunzea with Wriothesley? :D

K - Kunzea (power): “C'mon, love, we both know who’s in charge here.”

cw: fem reader ("atta girl"), vague allusions to sexual assault, dub-con, yandere

You're trembling, and you know he can see it.

He has the nerve to smile. He's looking at you like you're a kitten puffing up their tail before being put in a basket for the first time; the kind of smile one has for a poor little creature who's just too silly for its own good. Your grip on the blade tightens.

"Don't come any closer," you tell him, and your teeth chatter.

It had taken you weeks to be able to get a hold of anything that could do some real harm. Watching Wriothesley in his office after he'd called you in for some infraction or another (these infractions always end in punishment; in his hand against your bare rump, in your body bent in half over his desk, in his grip iron tight around your waist as he dances with you and the gramophone scratches through some old love song), memorising where he kept his things in the hope it would serve you in the future.

"Put the letter opener down," he says to you, his tone remaining almost genial, "and I'll pretend that you're not threatening the Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide."

"No," you reply, voice pitching too high, and you make a pathetic little thrust forward at the same time as you take a step back. There's nothing solid in between you - and in your attempt to get away from him and put some distance between his body and yours, you reach the wall, your shoulders bumping against the shelf of books set into the stone. One of them tumbles over your shoulder and you wince as it hits the ground and the fragile binding gives out, the weak glue separating cover from pages. "I-- I won't let you--!"

"That was expensive," he says, mildly. "Another six months onto your sentence for wilful destruction of property? You poor thing."

"I-- I'll serve my sentence," you say to him, and though you wish you sounded sure of yourself, your voice trembles like the needle on his gramophone. "But I won't let you--"

"Won't let me what, sweetheart?" He asks, taking a slow step towards you. The sound of his heavy boot sole hitting solid ground almost sets you into fight or flight - the sound of his handcuffs rattling and his chains clinking makes your stomach twist. "Won't let me take care of you? Won't let me love you?"

"You don't love me," you say to him. He's getting too close to you. You can smell the scent he wears on the air; something like sandalwood and freshly brewed tea. "You just-- you're just a monster--!"

His face twitches. He takes four or five quicker steps, and suddenly his hand is fastened bone-crush tight around your wrist - the one holding his engraved silver letter opener. You cry out, his fingers rough against the sensitive skin - handcuffs in their own right.

"You don't think I love you?" He growls, so low he sounds like a wolf. "You think you'd survive a minute out there without my protection? You think that the inmates aren't just raring to get their teeth into your pretty soft skin and show you what it's supposed to be like for new blood here?"

"You're . . . the things you do to me--" Your voice is clogged with tears.

"Maybe I should let them have you," he snarls. "You'd come fucking crying to me begging for a spanking instead if I let some of the criminals in here lay their hands on you. Could even get your cell reassigned; somewhere close to the tunnels so they have somewhere to take you none of the guards will hear you scream."

Your courage is running out, sand dripping through an hourglass. Your grip on the letter opener is faltering. You think about the side-eye glances you get in the cafeteria sometimes, the whispers that stop when you come near.

You'd always assumed it was because he had singled you out like this. Oh, it's not public knowledge - but there's something easy to work out about a prisoner called to the Duke's office who often leaves it lips-swollen and limping a little.

You had never thought it might be because Wriothesley's favour protects you.

You wouldn't need his protection, if he hadn't started this in the first place.

"Well?" He probes. "Do you want that? Do you want me to stop loving you? I can, if that's what you want. I could stop loving you and watch you get torn to fucking pieces."

Your body is wracked with shivers. The air in his office suddenly feels close and heavy; you are reminded, more than ever, that you are in a prison at the bottom of the sea.

You shake your head mutely, your eyes flashing to the hard-won silver prize in your grip.

He eases up, just a touch.

"C'mon," he says, smiling again. "Put it down. We both know who's in charge here, sweetheart, and it's not the one trembling like an otter with its paw caught in a mekafish corpse."

His fingers loosen up on your wrist and he presents his gloved hand to you, palm up. Those eyes fasten on you with rigid intensity, and you know he is waiting for your decision.

The wolf, or the villagers who are ready to form a mob for you at any moment?

You place the letter opener in his hand.

"Atta girl."

At least the wolf is a monster you know.

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chronic-escapixt · 6 months

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His Rose ~ Part 3

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, (eventual) CNC, dubcon, non-con, yandere, murder, abuse, trauma, innocence kink, dacryphilia, smut, masturbation, size kink, p in v, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, manipulation. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

Word count: 2.7k

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His voice was silky in a way that sent shivers down her spine yet so sarcastic and humorous that he could make her smile and giggle like an airhead until it was beyond embarrassing. He talked with his hands so she learned to watch them more than his mouth, though he equally performed with his lips. The dark and silver rings he started wearing made them more of a spectacle and she fantasized about how his skilled fingers could pleasure and punish her body.

Whether they were preparing for the eclipse or handling mundane activities, her mind drifted but she tended to keep her daydreams at bay.

Night was entirely another story.

All she had was her stuffed lamb to keep her company. While lamby was a good listener and offered the softest cuddles, she couldn’t stop thinking about how he would feel in her bed. Some nights she fully got off to the thought of him entering her room when he thinks she’s sleeping, feeling the bed dip under his weight, then the ripping of her nightdress from her skin, his strong arms hiking her legs over his shoulders and using her like a fucktoy for his pleasure like the gangsters and brutes would do to the pure damsels in her favorite novels, consumating a twisted romance built on passion and control. Pushing her face into the pillows she tried to quiet her moans but a few would slip free.

He was not only observant but hungry. He noticed everything, how she reacted to him when they were close, her muffled moans through the thin walls that left him throbbing all night, the way she took extra care to style her curls every morning, put on a little extra mascara, and exclusively dressed in flowy dresses and mini skirts. He knew what she wanted but she was too shy to ask for it so he had fun messing with her, breaking her down with his subtle advances until she was just as starved. He was a wolf and she was a fluffy unsuspecting bunny and as much as he craved her tender flesh, he loved the chase.

One morning, he found her straining on her tiptoes to reach a jar of jam on a high shelf and came up behind her, grabbing it down with ease while caging her small form threateningly, staying there longer than necessary. The lingering proximity made her curse under her breath. His heat and scent intoxicating, lowering her inhibitions enough that her body betrayed her, arching into him. Brushing against his body for the briefest moment, enough to surprise him, making him intake a sharp breath and stiffen. He struggled to regain his composure as she turned and grabbed the jar from his hands with a rushed out, “thank you.”

She couldn’t slip out from under him before he snatched her wrists and pinned her to the marble counter, his primal growl rumbling in her ears.

“You feel that, kitten?” His hips bucked into her, pressing his hard-on against the groove of her ass. She responded with a gasp. “Don’t tell me you thought you were gonna’ grind your cute little ass on me then leave me all hot n’ bothered..”

She scoffed at him, “maybe I was… It’s not like you’re gonna’ do anything about it.” Her defiant body wriggled against him, in turn he snatched a fistful of her curls eliciting a desperate whine from the back of her throat.

“Such a brat.. m’ gonna’ have to fuck that outta’ you, huh?” He reached down, hiking up her skirt, fondling her mound which had grown damp with his teasings. “Always walking around in these tiny skirts, s’ like you’re begging me to ruin you,” he mused as he freed his cock, sliding her panties aside and finally plunging into her silky heat with one brutal thrust.

“Hey, Kai… uhh Kai?” She pulled him from his mind-consuming fantasy.

“… huh?” His throat bobbled.

“Can you also grab that flour for me too? I’m making puff pastry for breakfast.” He placed the sack of flour on the counter, not taking his eyes off of her.

“Do you want some?” With her head tilted to look up at him, doe eyes wide and soft lips forming that adorable pout, she looked way too corruptible. His pants strangled him.

“I’d like that,” he rasped.

So she started on the pastry while he slipped away to the bathroom where he rubbed one out to the thought of her pretty lips around his cock.

Sticks crunched beneath their feet along the forest trail as they walked off their breakfast.

“If you could siphon my magic the whole time, why not do the locator spell yourself?” She asked.

Kai faced her, walking backwards a few paces ahead. “I already knew I could do it and since you’re the one who has to do the spell to get us out of here, I needed to make sure you could use your magic.”

“Could you show me?” Her sweet voice sounding small and slightly uncertain, made him stop in his tracks. She stepped toward him, holding out her hand. “I want you to siphon my magic…. It will come back right?”

“Uh.. yeah. I’ll just take a little bit.” He reached toward her, but paused, hesitantly. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

She nodded with conviction, “Yes, I am.”

He took her hand and concentrated. An orange glow blossomed to the surface of her skin, accompanied by a tingly feeling like tv static or a limb starting to fall asleep. He released a shaky breath before letting go of her. She touched her hand as the feeling faded.

He knelt down and hovered his palm over a patch of soil, uttering a short spell. Moments later, an white petaled wildflower grew up from the tiny sprout. He plucked it and handed it to her, tiny goosebumps shot up her arm when their fingers brushed each other.

“You’re really good with magic,” she commented.

“Actually, I was going for a rose, but a daisy is cool too, I guess..” He shrugged. He rubbed his lips together as his eyes took in her sultry mouth. Her perfect cupid’s bow and plump lips that looked edible.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Her brow knit in curiosity.

His eyes flickered down. “I guess I’m kinda nervous.”

“Why?”

“Well- I mean- you’re like- you're really pretty,” he stammered, shifting nervously on his feet.

The butterflies in her stomach flapped their wings all at once, tickling her ribcage and a laugh burst out her mouth making her fluster more. “Thanks...” she whispered shyly.

“Ugh, just’ made it awkward, didn't I? Sorry. I have no filter sometimes…”

“It's okay. You’re really sweet.” She twirled the stem between her fingertips.

As he noticed the sun getting low an idea occurred to him.

“Where are you taking me?” She asked as they cut through heavy brush just off the trail.

“It’s a surprise,” he shot back with a wink.

He brought her to a clearing just before a rocky bluff that overlooked a crystal lake. The view was breathtaking, the orange sunset darkened to shades of red with purple fading in from above.

“Wow Kai, this is the most beautiful view I’ve ever s-” Her words left her when she noticed him stripping down, torso already bare as he discarded his belt. “What are you doing?”

He chuckled in response as he wordlessly rid himself of his cargo pants and stood only in boxer briefs. She tensed when he took quick strides toward her, scanning down his sculpted body with her eyes, snapping up from the prominent outline in his boxers the moment he spoke.

“Are you just gonna stare at me or are you gonna come?” His tone dripping with cockiness.

“I-I wasn’t st- w-wha- come?!” It was her turn to stumble over her words.

He just shrugged, turned and ran before leaping over the edge.

“Kai!” she called out.

He burst up to the water’s surface and waved her forward. “Come on, Rose!”

“I-It’s too… cold,” she lied, hugging herself to sell her faux chills.

“The water feels fineee,” he sang while floating on his back.

“I don’t have a bathing suit!”

“You don’t need one! C’mon, are you really gonna’ make me swim alone?” He pressured her with a pout.

Her weak resolve crumbled. “Okay fine...”

He smiled to himself as she raised her shirt but stopped when she narrowed her eyes. “Turn around!” she ordered. He raised his hands in surrender before turning and resisting the temptation to peek while she removed her top and skirt and placed them neatly by his pile.

Heights were up there on her list of fears and the edge was at least 20 feet from the water.

“Am I allowed to turn back now?” His voice cut through her anxiety. She took a deep breath, reared back and dove in.

He spun around when he heard the water splash, slightly impressed that she actually jumped in after him. The water stirred as she came up from the surface, eyes piercing like a siren, wet curls clinging to her body. An invisible tide seemed to draw them impossibly closer without touching. She leaned into his caress when he reached up to cup her cheek, his thumb moving to gently tug on her lower lip. He lifted her chin, moving closer, teasing her by hesitating a hair away from her lips before she eagerly gave into the mounting tension, pressing her mouth to his in a hungry kiss that he eagerly returned with the same fervor.

Their bodies were intertwined on the rocky shore as they greedily tasted each other. Her fingers tangled in the wet hairs at the nape of his neck, their lips becoming languid and sloppy before they parted in need of oxygen.

“We should head back to the house,” he whispered against her skin.

“Wait, can we stay a little longer? It’s so beautiful out here,” she smiled up at the twilight sky, the atmosphere was perfect, “… and I need you right now.”

He reclaimed her lips and explored her body with his hands, her supple thighs, the soft skin of her waist, and the swell of breast. She knowingly reached back and unclasped her bra, letting the fabric fall before he caressed them, thumbs rubbing and tweaking the perked buds to her delight.

She eyed him carefully when he pulled away and asked, “Are you a virgin?”

“... no.. I was with someone… once,” she admitted softly.

“Did he make you cum?”

“No.”

“Then it doesn’t count,” he stated matter-of-factly, leaving trails of fire in the wake of his fingers on her inner thigh. “Did he ever.. eat you?”

She swallowed as his touch neared her clothed core, “n-no…”

His chuckle warmed her skin, “I can take two of your firsts tonight, if you let me.”

“... yes… please…” She sounded so breathy and needy.

He lowered himself down her body, kissing every square inch of skin along the way before he reached her trembling core. Watching as he stripped her of her panties, the instinct to hide herself neutralized by the grip he kept on her inner thigh, his cold rings biting into her flesh. He studied her delicate flower, the swollen bud darkened with arousal.

He inhaled her. "Rose, you're fuckin perfect.."

She blushed and whimpered when she felt him delve in with his warm tongue. Heat blossomed in her belly, hips uncontrollably bucked against his mouth.

“Sit still for me, princess.”

She obliged as best she could, thankful for his anchor-like grip. His tongue moved with deliberate expertise, parting her puffy folds so he could drink her from the source, thrusting in and out, drawing whimpers and slick that he swallowed down like sweet nectar.

Her fingers carded themselves through his damp hair, tugging at the roots, his hum of approval vibrating against her heat. She clenched around his fingers when two slid in knuckle-deep, working her over the edge in quick tandem with his skillful tongue. Her moans spurred him on, so pornographic he would have doubted they escaped her shy little mouth.

“Please… Kai, I-I’m gonna…”

Each flick of his tongue and brush of his diligent fingers had her seeing stars, she didn’t want it to end. He built her up gradually until the harsh sucking of her clit toppled her over the edge. It was like music when she arched and released a chorus of moans into the twilight air. Her climax gushed into his mouth messily as he continued slurping her up, her body trembled and whimpered from oversensitivity.

“Ahh.. mmm, Kai…” she pushed weakly at his shoulder.

He was a sinful vision, reluctantly pulling away to beam up at her with a cheshire grin, jaw glistening with her juices, lips pink and swollen. She was still reeling, curls disheveled and flat, mascara running, chest rising and falling, face red as a cherry as she tried to catch her breath. Kai ruined her so perfectly but he wanted to do so much more. He kissed her, letting her taste her lingering flavor on his lips.

Only a bit of maroon peeked out over the horizon, so they hurried back to the house before it was completely dark.

Her back barely touched the duvet before he pounced, grabbing at her waist and thighs to position her legs at either side of the bed, sucking on her neck and collarbone, fingers digging into her skin as they roamed likely to leave a mosaic of bruises by morning, but he relished in the little whimpers that escaped when he groped her a little too hard or bit down on the tender skin behind her ear, before soothing it with wet kisses. He impatiently rut his hips into hers, their moans harmonizing at the contact.

“Kaiiii…” she whined, too drunk on him feel ashamed of her neediness, “please…”

He smiled down at her, satisfied with his work.

Upon freeing his cock and stepping out of his briefs his member stood tall against his abdomen, already pulsing with need as precum pearled at the flushed tip. She audibly gasped at the sight.

He grin at this. “ya’ nervous, sweets? Wondering’ how my big cock is gonna’ fit inside you, huh?” he teased her while giving himself a few good pumps.

“Pleaseee.. fuck me already,” she begged, the anticipation made her legs twitch and core clench with need.

He swallowed her desperate pleas, claiming her mouth in a sloppy kiss of clashing tongues while collecting the arousal from her puffy folds with the head of his cock. Her breath hitched as he stretched past her tight resistance. He paid close attention, careful not to get lost in his own pleasure. He did want her to enjoy it too so she’d come back for more.

“Breathe, baby… I’m only half way- fucking god… you’re so tight…”

She sucked in a full breath as silent tears spilled down her cheeks but he kissed them away, savoring the salty fluid like a treat he earned, one he was determined to taste again.. and again. A broken sob escaped her lips when he sank the rest of the way in, her tight walls pulsing violently as she melded to his length.

“There’s no way you’re not a virgin…” he groaned, muscles straining as he waited for her to adjust. Her tears stopped but eyes still glistened beautifully. Trembling legs wrapped around his waist, his cock so overwhelmingly deep she could feel him in her belly, her core still drawing him deeper begging for more.

“please, I’m ready….” she breathed out.

His thrusts began with a steady rhythm, their moans mingling together with the creaking bed frame. “You’re.. taking me so well,” he croaked, closing his eyes to savor the way her velvet walls swallowed up each thrust, quickly reducing him to a sloppy, moaning mess. He rubbed her tender clit, making her belt out her orgasm before releasing his own.

Their spent bodies curled up together.

Rose stirred in bed, feeling around for his warmth when her eye popped open and confirmed his absence. Her shower thoughts were filled with the memories of his diligent hands, wicked tongue and massive cock that she felt in the residual aching of her sex. While scrunching conditioner through her hair she wondered why Kai wasn’t there when she woke up, her imagination running wild with the idea that their amazing night together was maybe not so great for him. But Rose tried to think the best, like she did with most things but her doubts nagged at her until she found him in the kitchen, standing over a hot skillet of pancakes. The table set with fresh orange juice, bacon and eggs that she shockingly didn’t smell earlier.

Kai turned when he heard her come in.

“Morning,” he greeted with a chaste kiss to her forehead and a bouquet of red roses he pulled from behind. She stared, unsure what to say. Her stunned silence unnerved him so he piped up, “I woke up really early and you were still sleeping so I didn’t want to wake you… and we were running low on food, so I went to the store and I found these roses that reminded me of y-” She interrupted his ramblings with her lips, instantly reassuring him. He smiled against her mouth.

“What was that for?”

“To thank you.”

“Oh… any time, Rosy.”

“Rosy?” She giggled at the nickname.

“Well, your face gets all rosy when we’re together,” his breath tickled her ear, “and now I know you blush everywhere else too…”

She poked him in the ribs playfully. “Kaiiii..” she whined as he nipped at her neck.

Thick smoke started rising from the skillet. “Kai.. Kai! Your pancakes are burning!”

“Oh shit!”

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heaven sent — 05. cooking

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You internally cheered as Danielle revealed the plan for today.

“We’re gonna do something more chill today.”

“And what is this ‘chill’ activity you have in mind?”

“Cooking!” She spun around, somehow now wearing an apron that read “Miss Good Lookin’ is Cookin’”.

You stared at her blankly. “Really?”

“Yes.”

She frowned in disapproval as she scavenged through your cabinets and drawers and fridge, only to find them all empty.

“How do you guys live like this?”

You shrugged.

“Guess we have to go grocery shopping then.” She gasped, “This is so exciting, my first ever shopping trip!”

“In that apron?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“…Nothing.”

“So, what exactly are we cooking?” You pushed the shopping cart, watching Danielle who was meticulously observing a jar of pickles.

“I don’t know,” she shook the jar around and cringed at the liquid sloshing around. “What’s your favorite dish?”

“My mom used to make this crazy good chicken noodle soup,” you said, smiling wistfully. “I haven’t had it since… a while.”

“Chicken noodle soup it is then!” She put the jar back on the shelf before making her way to the next aisle with a skip in her step.

“This feels so human. And domestic.” Danielle squeezed your arm, scanning the shelves. “I like it.”

“Yeah,” you stared at her. “Me too.”

“Do you and Minji do this often?”

“Maybe like once every two weeks? We usually just buy some instant noodles, instant rice, spam, some eggs, energy drinks. The essentials. And some snacks too, obviously.”

“Well, she’s in for a surprise today.” She grinned. “Any other stories to tell?”

“Not really, I didn’t go shopping much as a child. I was usually sleeping in.”

“That sounds like you.”

“When I did go though, I’d always ask how to pick the best fruits and vegetables. Felt so proud when mom or dad would approve the one I chose.”

I wonder what they’d think of me now.

“That’s so cute.” Her lips tugged up as she studied you, before throwing various ingredients in the cart. “It must’ve been nice.”

“It was.”

You bit your tongue as you reminisced, tapping your fingers on the handle of the cart.

Danielle continued to toss in ingredients, which you weren’t sure were necessary for chicken noodle soup, but she seemed like she knew what she was doing, and so you just followed her as she bounced around the store.

“Who’s paying for this, by the way?” You were pretty sure you knew the answer, but you held onto the inkling of hope that she would somehow magically pay.

“You are, of course!”

Great.

“Okay!” Danielle rubbed her hands together in anticipation, still wearing the ridiculous apron. “What are we doing, captain?”

“I thought you knew how to cook it?”

“What?” Her hands fell. “It’s your favorite dish, I thought you would know!”

“It’s been years,” you groaned. “Let’s just watch a YouTube tutorial.”

The two of you leaned on the kitchen counter as you both focused on the tutorial.

“Okay,” you drawled. “Doesn’t seem too hard.”

Danielle nodded excitedly. “You take the onions, I’ll take the carrots.”

The two of you began dicing the vegetables.

“You know,” she started. “I remember learning about how this woman sued this grocery store for slipping on a grape. It was in Australia, I think.”

“Huh,” you said. “Maybe you are Australian after all. Did she win the case?”

“Yeah, I think she won like a hundred thousand or something. But get this, the store appealed it and she-”

She abruptly stopped when she heard you sniffling, and rushed over to check on you.

“Are you okay? Did the chicken noodle soup bring back bad feelings? Or was it the woman slipping on the grape-”

Your laughter interrupted her rambling.

“What’s so funny?” She pouted. “Why were you crying?”

“It was the onions, you idiot.” You pointed at the chopping board.

“Oh,” she stood there awkwardly.

“I appreciate the concern, though,” you teased, continuing to dice the onions with your eyes squinted.

“Whatever,” she blushed, turning around and beginning to add the vegetables to the pot.

The two of you continued to discuss whether or not the woman who slipped on the grape truly deserved compensation while finishing the recipe.

“Tada!” Danielle placed a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of you. “Try it.”

Her gaze clung to you as you took the first bite, watching as your eyebrows shot up.

My mom would love you.

“It’s good,” you said softly. “Really good.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

“You mean us.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Minji’s gonna be jumping in joy when she gets back. I think this is our first proper cooked meal in, like, months.”

“You guys really need to get a better diet.”

The two of you continued to eat as you engaged in aimless conversation, your stomach and heart warm. You eventually finished up and washed the dishes before walking Danielle to the door, ending up in a familiar place.

She leaned on the doorframe with a twinkle in her eyes. “How was today?”

“My stomach is happy,” you said. “So I am, too.”

Her lips curved up in delight. And like always, her hand reached out to squeeze yours and she pulled you in for a brief hug.

“Do you wanna stay tonight? We can watch a movie or something,” you mumbled when you separated, scratching your cheek.

For a split second, her smile faltered and an unknown emotion flashed in her eyes. She laughed it off, squeezing your hand again.

“Are you getting attached to me now?” She grinned cheekily.

“What? No,” you averted your gaze, cheeks heating up. “Just thought you’d like to continue your human cosplay.”

“Maybe tomorrow.” You were unsure of what to make of the indecipherable look in her eyes. “Ask me again tomorrow.”

You nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll see you?”

“I’ll see you,” she repeated, before turning around and disappearing.

You hated to admit it, but she was right. She was growing on you, and the walls you had spent so long building up were beginning to crumble.

(“Bro,” Minji had said later that night, soup dribbling down her chin. “If you don’t give your girlfriend a kiss for this godly dinner, I will.”

“Will do, boss,” you rolled your eyes. “Enjoy it, because we probably won’t have another home-cooked meal for a while.”)

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~ satoru gojo x fem!reader ~tags/cw: smut, workplace sex, explicit language, sort con non con, gojo being too horny to wait till closing. ~ wc: 727 ~ Co-worker Gojo fucking you in the backroom

Satoru had been shamelessly flirting with you all day.

He had taken every opportunity he could to touch you while you were serving or helping out a client. Walking behind you under the guise of trying to get past, hand brushing along to small of your back and hips grazing against your body so you could feel how hard he was behind the zipper of his slacks. Mindlessly dropping stock and asking you to pick it up because 'you're closer to the ground' and then remarking on how good you looked looking up at him. Things that would get him fired for sexual harassment if you weren't already fucking him after every shift in the back of his car.

You weren't exactly innocent either. Bending over in front of him, making sure to wear a lowcut blouse, ogling him every chance you got, wishing desperately you could just close the store for a few minutes so he could fuck you dumb in the bathroom. You were aching, dripping, so fucking wet for him you could feel it soaking through your panties and onto your thighs. If he didn't fuck you today, this would be such a pain to clean up. Thankfully he decided to.

Closing the doors and putting up a small make-shift Be back in 15 sign as if to say you were on break, before storming into the backroom to fuck you. He didn't even give you time to adjust or warn that he had even whipped it out, before you felt him sliding up behind you, one hand grabbing onto your shoulder to pull you up, another gliding down the front of your dress and disappearing between your legs. He liked the way you jumped at his touch, clearly startled by the sudden contact.

"Satoru-" you started, confusion lacing his name.

"I need to fuck you right now or I'm going to cum in my pants" was his answer as he slides your panties down your thighs. Not fully off but just enough for him to spread your legs apart and sink into you.

You gasp as he slides in, gripping the shelf in front of you for support as you see stars and feel the earth shift beneath your feet. Gojo pulls back out, hovering over your aching cunt, the hand on your shoulder pushing you down until you were bent over, and only then did he start to move again. One hand still between your legs, he made quick work of finding your clit and pressing down. You had already gotten off his morning, thoughts of Gojo plaguing your mind to the point of insanity. Your clit was still overstimulated so each brush of his fingers had you seeing stars. The sex was rough and dirty, his hands slipping from your shoulder to grip your hair from the base of your scalp. Satoru comes quickly, spilling into you with a guttural groan, your name a whine on his tongue. He knows you're not finished, has fucked you enough to know how what it felt like when you were close and this time you weren’t. So he drops to his knees, hiking your skirt up enough for him to devour your sopping pussy. His tongue licks up and swirls at your clit, tasting himself as well as you. His fingers come into play, fucking you open again with his long digits, mouth sucking at your clit while his tongue flicks back and forth. You don’t last long, coming on his face with a high-pitched whine and a sharp pull of his hair.

When he stands, hands fixing your skirt and pantries, you stare at him in disbelief.

“Did you just eat your own cum?” You ask, hand reaching out to wipe at the remnants of both of you from the corner of his lip.

Satoru grins widely at you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yep, and I’d do it again to have you cum in my mouth like you just did”

“Wait, doesn’t the back room have cameras?!”

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A Sweet Sin (part 2)

[Aemond x Helaena ]

Warning : Dark aemond, toxic, obsession, smut, angst, manipulation, dub- con, explicit, incest, blood, violence

SUMMARY : Aemond spending some quality time alone in throne room after battle of rook's rest which was disrupted by his favourite family member.

(likes, share and comments would be appreciated❤️ )

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PART 2

He took slow steps towards a shattered glass, adjusting the crown on his head and smiling as he gazed at his dark reflection. "Isn't it beautiful?" he mumbled to himself, wearing a wicked smile as he turned towards her with joy. "I don't know, brother. To me, it's the most cursed thing in the world," spilled Helaena, her voice filled with pain, a look of pity on her face.

Aemond gently picked her up in his arms and carried her towards the Iron Throne. Helaena was still in shock about what was going to happen, but her thoughts and eyes were fixed on Aemond. He gently placed her on the throne and sat in front of her on the floor, as if kneeling before her, tightly gripping her feet.

"Aemond, what are you doing? Stand up; someone will see, and they might imagine that I am making you kneel," chuckled Helaena. However, seriousness never left Aemond's face. His gaze darkened. "So let them," he whispered, nuzzling his face into her lap. Helaena didn't know how to react in this phase. She was torn between wanting to cradle him, run her hand through his soft hair, and reciprocate the affection, or push him away and put an end to this risky situation.

If anyone caught them, it would be a huge problem. Suddenly, his soft kisses on her feet captured her attention, and slowly those kisses rose from feet to legs, to knees, and then thighs while pulling at the sheer cloth. Aegon had never shown interest in doing such things; she found herself losing herself in these new sensations.

Helaena's breath hitched away when he started kissing hungrily between her thighs slowly killing her."Aemond ! don't …don't do that" helaena squealed with surprise. She was lying , she wanted him to continue , to see her , to make her melt .Suddenly she want all of his love which she never got. His hands roaming on her bare legs were making her thrilled and drunk for desire like a serpent moving on her body seducing her for more. In no time he buried his face between her thighs , helaena shouted" noo….please noo aemond please" aemond laughed at her pathetic form" what sister, what you are begging for ?" while licking her thighs, putting wet kisses " did aegon never touched you there , i hope he never did" she shook her head with irritation "no aemond" trying hard to move his face away with her hands , this irritation was for aemond suddenly stopping himself or them doing this malicious work only she knew this.

"Good because it's all mine, it was always mine" saying that he separated her legs more wide and tore her small inner cloth, last piece which was separating him to see her precious flower and tied her both hands tightly with that piece. He kissed her cunt inserting tongue on it's outer shelf" I wanted to taste it so badly" he muffled while his face buried between her legs. He was devouring her clit as if the last delicious meal of his life, helaena's all attempt of shoving his face were failing, does she even wanted to shove him away or just she was only pretending to. " aem..a.aemond pls. stop someone will see us..oh gods " helaena arched her back diving completely in her own world of pleasure. "So what, someone will stop then let them see that prince regent is worshipping the queen, his queen. I only used to see you in the maiden herself my helaena" he murmured while enjoying every bit of her juice making helaena lost and " people should better not disturb the prince when he is worshipping".

"Aem…aemond pls no noo stop" helaena was in the sky the way his tongue was rolling deeper inside her.She never felt this greedy in her entire life, the temptation was eating her alive. "Stop..you wan me to stop hel where .. here" he was licking and biting the sensitive bud of her. She won't stop him either, ecstasy she was gone for was too wonderful to stop.

His short hummings were killing her, making her body shudder while aemond was behaving so calm, chill like it was nothing for him, like he was doing just a regular meal. Her tied hands were able to do nothing instead of pulling him in more. Like his tongue wasn't doing enough torture on her, he started using his fingers on her , spreading her folds. Crown between her thighs was pinching her with it's rubies grazing her sensitive inner skin. If people caught them like this what would they think of her.. she lying on iron throne in thin torn gown with her legs spread for crown prince regent who was taking her for his supper.

"I can't even get enough , nothing in the world tastes better than this nothing…. " her breaths were getting higher and higher, chest started to rise and fall heavily. Something was building inside her that wanted to be released , be free so badly. Aemond definitely wasn't letting his every desire to go waste tonight"Say my name helaena, say you love me" heleana was in her own dreams to even response him properly, words were not forming on her lips " Please brother.."

" I am not going to stop even if it takes till whole morning, you know me." This little whispering through his lips was just setting her whole body on fire while pushing her legs more towards him. That's it now that as enough for helaena she wasn't able to take it anymore." do it hel , don't resist it" grunted aemond while fingering her bud roughly.

"Aemond I …I love you aemond" were the last words she said in giddiness. Her tired arched back was taking rest on the throne, her skin was hot with mixed feeling of tingling sensation. Aemond separating his face from her legs finally looked at while while licking his fingers" yes I knew it, I love you too hel" whispered while snuggling his nose softly and kissing her thighs.

just then, as consciousness slowly returned, guilt washed over her when Jaehaerys's face appeared in her mind. She recalled his little son, who had died solely because of Aemond's revenge. What was his fault in all this? His shameful mother gave in to her filthy desires instead of fighting for him. Tears started forming in her eyes. She immediately stood up and tried to move away from Aemond angrily, but he caught her from behind and tightened his arms around her waist.

"Where now, sister? You can't leave me now. This was just the beginning," he said with a sly smirk on his lips.

"You're not understanding, Aemond," she tried to shove him away. "This is wrong," she broke down in tears. "I cannot be this cruel, this selfish. How can I fall for a person who killed my son? Gods should punish me!" she cried with all her heart, shouting at Aemond.

He hated to see Helaena in such a miserable state. The pain and anger inside him were escalating, eating him alive. He grabbed her tightly and turned her around to face him. "What? I killed Jeh? I could never kill our little Jeh! He was the one who made you happy. Why would I destroy any precious life that brings you happiness? Daemon killed him, your fucking sister Rhaenyra whom you especially like a lot killed him. If they wanted proper punishment they could have attacked me just like I did with Luc."

He drew her closer, gripping her face gently. Helaena's tears showed no signs of stopping, and it pained him as he wished to see her happy in his arms always.

"Listen… listen to me, Hel. You don't need to worry because I will take my revenge back, our Jeh's revenge. Rhaenys and Meleys were nothing. All those low leeches who tried to touch you, Jaehaera—I want to butcher them one by one. For all the pain that Daemon and Rhaenyra gave you, for that strong bastard… I promise I will erase that entire strong bloodline from this world and send bucket full of their blood as a gift to our half sister ," he declared, his voice filled with anger and an unknown darkness lurking in his eyes.

Helaena shivered, witnessing the intensity in his voice. "I promise you, Hel, I will take our revenge and ensure that family never laughs again. Then, we will have our new Jaehaerys back—our baby, remember? Jaehaerys will come back to us," he vowed, sealing his brutal promise with a harsh kiss on her lips.

Was Aemond genuine? Was his love for her sincere, or was he merely fuelling his own inner fire? Helaena's mind warned her not to fall for him, but her heart and body betrayed her. And why not? Didn't she deserve love in her life? Passion had always been missing, so wanting even a bit for herself couldn't be wrong. Or was she actually falling for the wrong person again, someone who would use her just like everyone else did?

Within moments, Aemond lifted her onto his shoulders while she resisted, uncertain of their destination. "Aemond, put me down!" she protested, striking him with all her might. After minutes of continued hits on his shoulders, they arrived at the Grand Sept of the castle which was not far from throne hall. He gently placed her down on a bench, reminiscent of handling a little child. Helaena, still in shock from the events, pleaded with him, "Why have you brought me here? Let me go now," her voice filled with fear as she surveyed the sept, which no longer exuded the sanctity it once did in daylight. Thunder and darkness transformed the sacred place into its stark opposite.

Her breath caught when she witnessed Aemond taking out his dagger. "What… What are you doing, Aemond?"

Aemond smiled at her, appreciating her innocence and beauty. Aegon was a fool; anyone disregarding this beauty for the company of some random whore is an imbecile. Who could resist that pretty face, appearing even more ethereal in distress? "Shh, don't be scared, love. We are about to get married right now," he murmured gently, caressing her cheek and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He whispered, "And we are going to do it in our Targaryen culture."

Helaena shook her head, attempting to move away, but he caught her wrists and sliced through them. "Ouch, Aemond !" she hissed in pain. Aemond's touch got rough from gentle and his hand immediately slide from her chest to her neck with pushing her down straight on bench on her back and tore her upper dress revealing heavy breasts. Her dress was nothing just bit of pieces hanging on her body thanks to him for making it like that, now it would be even more difficult to run around like this as her chamber was far away from sept. He removed his coat and loosening his chemise and belt" i m sorry hel, I knew you will not agree for this that's why i had no choice but to do this to make sure you are just mine.I hate to do it myself but I am doing this just for you, for us…" tearing her remaining pieces of cloth forcefully from her body making her soft beautiful skin completely bare for him, added " Afterall we both want our jaehaerys back , don't we ?".

His eye was filled with hunger roaming his hand on her body he felt like he was touching some feather or flower petal, so soft…, so vulnerable…, so beautiful just for him. Her chest rising and falling just because of instead breath made her a sight to see for aemond. he was indeed cursed and unlucky as God would only provide his favourite children to hold this beautiful sight fully with both eyes, while sadly he has only one . "Aemond….this is sin , we cannot do this Infront of gods, this is a holy place." helaena tried to stood up with hesitation. Aemond grinned at her" what would be even more better place to do this. Let even all the Gods know who you belong to" he grabbed her wrists tightly making it bleed more and licked it all the way through her arms.

Each kiss and touch of him was testing heleana's greed. A greed she internally dying to give in for. He moved and grasped her closer with no space left between them. Sucking her neck , biting it hard , not leaving her bit of body. His kisses went too brutal while moving to her neck and then her lips. His love was rough.. brutal more painful than aegon yet made her feel like she was complete. His every single bite on her skin wounding her like an animal was marking his territory. She didn't even had a space to move properly as he was grabbing her hair harshly making her neck bend more to make way for his torture. "aah aa.." It was hurting but yet she was enjoying it unlike aegon who just wanted some business to complete badly in once a year and then never show his face to her.

He licked her lips" what are you thinking love, I hope it's only about me " . What he thinks of himself, she wanted to play his own game and hurt him the way he is. She bit his lips hard..hard enough to bleed which……didn't stopped aemond but excited him further " hmm.. i didn't know my sweet sister has this feisty side too" looked at her totally impressed while she was just challenging him more while looking directly into his eye. " I knew I would enjoy you alot hel, you were just made for me" while deepening his kiss with her making her taste his blood.

" I just used to dream this hel, you.. like this" snuggling his head with hers while rubbing her mouth with his bloody fingers ".. bare and those lips covered with my blood". helaena was appalled to see his layer of madness peeling one by one. Somehow she always knew that aemond desired her even if she ignored that feeling dismissing it as delusional thought but this type of madness for her she wasn't hoping and to her surprise or may be disgust her own heart wanted to unleash his demons, to see what he is more capable of, what insanity he can cross for her. She herself knew that may be she would not admit it but her fear was turning into anticipation for him.

Looking at the large 'Warrior' figure , she closed her eyes as aemond moved from her neck and lips, filled her tits into his mouth. Haleana's moan took out a loud turn when he suddenly pulled it, biting nipple hardly while same time moving his hands between her thighs and stretching her folds with fingers. He enjoyed every inch of her body, drank every drop of milk flowing through breast which were still yet heavy due to maelor's birth.

" Delicious, if you ever needed help with them you should have called me" mumbled aemond beneath her boobs while helaena's moans were increasing, her pleasure knew no boundary. She can't decide how much time he tortured her breast and body like that giving her waves of pleasure. Sound of belt hook loosening diverted her attention and there she saw how hard he was, it was huge to her fear thought it might hurt her but also there was an urge to touch it .

Aemond took her hand made her hold his dick while grabbing her neck with other hand forcing her to look at the it " see this is what you do to me, this is the result of your ignorance for years". He picked her up and pushed on holy seat of stage where all seven god's statues were built, aemond sat on golden seat made specially for priest and king's worshipping, laid her infront with statue's of all Gods feebly. " There you belong.." within secs before she could say anything he shoved his dick inside her with all his force. A cry of pain left out from helaena's mouth. It was loud too much loud for their own good. Aemond instead of slowing it , went fast and stiffly " yes.. cry.. cry out my name, let whole castle see who you belong to , to whom this pussy belong to " . He was rutting into her like his life depended on it.

It was animalistic the way he was doing it. "Aemond…."She was stuck with feelings she never had. Opening her eyes she was watching aemond wearing crown on his head fucking her like crazy, scars on his skin making her feel like it was some demon she heard from her stories coming out alive , screwing her and other side there were gods watching them doing this act of evil. She was again pushed straight on her back near 'the maiden's feet' by Aemond on her back when she tried to kick his scar on stomach. And this time grabbing her thighs and fucking her more savagely " aah… it feels like i am fucking the maiden herself.." laughed aemond looking at helaena who was just laid there pool of pleasure and pain, eating this forbidden fruit " just look at these Gods hel ,how they must be feeling about you that their sweet pure angel is being tarnished by me, polluted by the the person they hate most".

She wasn't sure whether he was loving her or punishing her with rise of rage and venom in his tone while going more deep inside her. Only her quick breaths were answering him , no words… " and look at you just looking like flower with torn petal. Tell these Gods whom this cunt belongs to, show them how bad your little angelic pussy wants me to fuck her " thrusting hard with face full of smug .

Aemond took this torment for more than half of the dead night , entire sept hall painted with darkness, overshadowed 7 God's sculptures gaping down at her being teared apart by her brother who was looking no more different than the king of hell with that dark heavy crown suiting on him and that king was punishing her for being a miserable wife, a miserable sister, a miserable daughter, a miserable mother "yes Aemond yes ! I am only yours….we belong to each other" with those last words slipping from her mouth she didn't even knew when in euphoria of pleasure she felt her eyes being closed

after sometimes when she opened her eyes, she found herself in aemond's arm, who was covering her with his long coat " you get tired so early love, if it wasn't about something important today I would never have stopped" aemond waking her by gently kissing her forehead. She looked around with lazy eyes , storm ended it was raining but very quite and low not any loud. She looked at aemond holding his hand softly to make herself still "It also looks like sun will also some in few hours".

This warmness in aemond was missing few moments before. Nevertheless late is better than never while aemond himself was not able to believe that how he was same animal before who just wanted to consume her alive and fuck her mercilessly but right now he just wanted to protect her in his embrace. He was mesmerized by her doe eyes gazing at him with child like innocence. She was too pure, too sweet for this filthy world, for him.. "yes it will and that's why now you need to rest"

She nodded lazily at aemond putting her head resting his shoulder "i know.. i am too tired brother and i don't think i will be able to walk properly." yawned while looking down she noticed the sticky whiteness spreading near between her thighs realizing now she and aemond were bound completely together sinning under this spiritual holy place

Aemond grabbed her chin kissed her while marking her face with his blood "Biare dīnilūks jorrāelagon" whispering against her lips. She reciprocated his kiss , inserting her tongue escalating it. He took out his ring which was made of old valyrian steel, inserted it on her finger. The ring seemed quite pretty and old to her with sapphire fitted on it shining. After covering her bare body completely with his long black coat, He then picked her up in arms " and yes you don't need to walk, I am more than happy to do this duty" and moved away from great sept.

" also from now onwards you are sleeping in my chambers, i better should not find you in aegon or your shared chamber..only mine and it's my order" he said while smiling at her sleepy form in his arms

" As my little brother wishes" with that she completely falls asleep in his arms

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In the morning, everyone gathered in the main hall.

"We know our king, Aegon, is not ready to hold the responsibility now, but I am happy to announce that our prince, Aemond, will take this responsibility and be crowned as the true heir," declared Criston Cole, amidst cheers and applause from the crowd. "Though he declined the offer to be called the main new heir out of respect for his brother Aegon, who is still alive, he will now be regarded as our prince regent!"

"What an obedient brother," and "Honorable brother, he cares for Aegon a lot," gossiped and chirped people around.

With that, Aemond stood up and proclaimed loudly, "I want this honorable service to be bestowed only through the hands of my dearest beautiful sister the purest,graceful and noble lady in all of Westeros and also with the blessing of our wise mother." Alicent brought Helaena forward, who held the crown in her hands adorned with shiny green cloth. Helaena took the crown and placed it on Aemond's head with precision, greeting him with a warm smile. "May all the gods shower their blessings upon my little brother and our prince regent," she said with a honey-toned voice, blushing as she kissed his hand and Blackfyre sword before handing it to Aemond.

Aemond turned to the crowd. "And I want to make this announcement .Princess Helaena my sister, will be the only queen to you all. No matter even if I marry in the future, the queen title will always belong to her. I, Prince Regent, promise that I will be more than pleased to take care of my mother and my only queen!" he shouted, his voice filled with triumph and arrogance. "So now, I announce my mother, the former respected queen, to crown my sister 'the new queen,' as her crown ceremony was damaged by that traitor Princess Rhaenys and her dragon Meleys, who have now been killed. Come, Mother!"

The whole council and the crowd present there cheered and whooted for them. Alicent stepped forward and crowned her daughter, adoring her with a warm kiss on her forehead. "My queen," she told her, patting her cheeks. Then their welcome feast began, and everyone danced and drank around.

Alicent was elated by the unexpected news from Aemond, as it secured their position, ensuring no other women from different houses would replace her and Helaena. While people in the council were occupied, Alicent was about to turn around when her gaze fell upon tiny shreds of soft cloth scattered around the Iron Throne. She picked them up, trying to recall where she had seen the same delicate fabric before. Realization struck as she remembered that this particular silk print was bought for Helaena from Oldtown.

As she was about to confront her daughter, Alicent's eyes caught another item—a black lacy eye patch. Confused and curious, she wondered why these items were here. Glancing at Helaena, who was exchanging smiles with Aemond, Alicent approached her for clarification. "Helaena, my darling, have you seen this quality of cloth? I mean, isn't this the same material I bought for you from Oldtown?" she inquired, gently holding her hands.

Helaena went still in shock upon seeing her torn inner garments from the previous night mingled with Aemond's eye patch. Immediately averting her gaze, she responded, "No, Mother, I think you have mistaken. I never used this material." Alicent replied sweetly, "Oh, okay. Maybe I am just hallucinating. My little queen, you look beautiful in this dress. I am happy and equally surprised to see you dressed like this. You never usually wear these fully closed dresses and these… big jewels filling your neck entirely," of course, considering Helaena couldn't wear any loose, simple dress when her son hadn't left any space on her skin unmarked with his bites.

After a pause, she added, "Helaena, my child! What's this… when did you get this hurt?" while looking at the cut on her palms with a worried face. Helaena shoved her hands away from her mother. "Nothing, Mother. It's just a simple cut I got from a glass jewellery," she said, looking away. Alicent became a bit nervous about Helaena, but her eyes strangely caught a rare steel sapphire ring on her finger, which, according to her memory, was never there. She put that thought aside, thinking she was just being delusional due to the stress.

Outside, the clear sky was filled with the resonant roar of Vhagar, who seemed to be in a joyful mood, soaring alongside the magnificent Dreamfyre. Both dragons spread their majestic wings, circling around the castle together, while common people watched them with awe and agitation.

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pinkjjunie · 2 months

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Valentine's Special

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

Summary: You prepare a special Valentine's dinner for your husband Yeonjun.

Warnings: A bit suggestive. 13+, pet names (baby, honey, darling.) kissing. VERY fluffy, with a bit of angst. (not much though don't worry. if you blink you'll miss it.)

a/n: this is the gosh darndest sweetest thing I've ever written. I literally got diabetes while writing this. I hope you like it and Happy Valentine's. (Even though it's a day early.)

It’s Valentine's Day. You’re currently running around the kitchen, hurriedly cooking food for you and your husband Yeonjun. He said he was grabbing some things from the store after he got done with work. So while he was away you prepared a surprise. Rushing back to the stove to stir the pot of alfredo. You had introduced Yeonjun to Fettuccine Alfredo by making it from scratch. He had fallen in love instantly. Asking you to make it every day. You were actually good at cooking, having taken a few culinary classes at your high school for fun. You did most of the cooking as you enjoyed the calmness of being in the kitchen. Yeonjun loved cooking with you as well.

You took the pasta off the stove, dumping it into the strainer in the sink. Some of the water splashed up onto you and you flinched, nearly dropping the noodles into the sink. You managed to pour them all in without any incidents. While the noodles drained you adjusted the temperature of the sauce. Taking a quick glance at the clock you took out the pasta and put it back into the pot. Then you pour the sauce over it. You reached for the plates in the cabinet cursing Yeonjun slightly as he had put the good plates on the top shelf. The con of having a tall husband: he would accidentally put things on the top shelf. It was frustrating even though you were about average height. You had to practically climb on the counter to grab the stupid plates.

Once you had safely grabbed the plate you set it down in front of you. You went back to the Alfredo and started plating the pasta. You grabbed the steak from the stove as well and cut it up into strips to put it into the pasta. You then took them to the dining table. Taking a step back you admired your work; The alfredo pasta plated to perfection, the only thing that was missing were flowers. You sighed. How you wished that you had some pink roses to put in the middle.

A sudden ding caught your attention. It was Yeonjun, saying that he was coming in ten minutes. Luckily you had already picked out a dress. It was a really cute pink dress. You quickly went to the bathroom to put on your makeup. As you finished up putting on some pink gloss you heard the keys jingle at the door. Slipping the gloss back into your bag, you rushed out to greet your husband who was currently taking off his shoes in the door. He looked up and his eyes widened at you. He slipped off his last shoe and walked over to you, almost in a trance. He wrapped his arms around your waist staring down at you with a look of pure love and admiration.

“Happy Valentine.” You said, looking up at him, he was wearing his suit, that you told him to wear before he came home.

“Happy Valentine's, darling.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your lips.

He tightened his hold on your waist, pulling you closer. He worked your mouth open with his, and your lips naturally parted allowing his tongue to slip in. You hummed against his mouth, letting him have his way with you. Before it could get any further, you pulled away. You let out a giggle at his pout when you pulled away.

“I made dinner.” You whispered, smiling.

“And I brought you some presents.” He said.

That’s when you noticed the bag lying on the floor. You raised your brow. “And also I brought you some flowers.” He pulled out a bouquet of pink and white roses.

You gasped. “Oh Jjun, this is so perfect!” You squealed, taking the flowers away from him.

You went to where you kept all your vases for the flowers he would often bring home. He loved to bring you flowers for some reason. It didn’t even have to be a special day, he just loved to bring you flowers. It brought up a red flag in you, but then you found out the reason he liked bringing flowers.

“I love that flowers hold meaning. Like roses have different colors and different meanings. I like things that have meaning to them. It’s like silently telling someone something. So when I see a flower I look up the meaning and then try to convey that to you. Plus you can write cute little notes for a bouquet.” He had replied.

It was an adorable reason, and the red flag went away. He didn’t really bring you any other gifts, just flowers. You poured the water inside of the vase then cut the flowers to the perfect angle. Since Yeonjun brought you so many flowers, you were an expert at cutting them to the right angle. You slipped them in and arranged them around to your liking, before carefully placing them down on the table. You stepped back to admire it. Yeonjun walked behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist. You smiled and placed your head on his chest.

“It looks beautiful honey.” He commented.

“Thank you.” You said.

You stood there for awhile, then dragged him to sit. He sniffed the food, then hummed, “Mm, this smells so good, baby.” He said.

“I know, now eat.” You ordered.

He laughed then took a bite. You looked closely at his reaction. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, “Wow, baby this is so good.” He moaned, taking another big bite.

You laughed and shook your head at his antics. Even after three years of marriage, he still acted extra. You took a bite as well. The flavors of parmesan, butter, and garlic exploded on your tongue. It was a delightful mix of salty, cheesy, and creamy. The noodles were cooked perfectly, and the steak added to the flavor. All in all, it was a delicious experience. The room was soon filled with your quiet chatter and the sound of silverware clinking against the plates. Yeonjun told you about his day at work. He told you that his co-worker, Soobin, had dropped a whole cup of iced coffee on himself. Yeonjun had to clean him up and lend him a change of clothes. You laughed as Yeonjun complained that it was his seventh cup of coffee that Soobin had spilled on himself.

“And it’s only Wednesday!” He whined.

A giggle left your mouth, shaking your head at the unfortunate clumsiness of Soobin. You had met Soobin a few times. He and Yeonjun were close, they had started working for the company at the same time. After a few weeks, they became close friends. Soobin was a super sweet, quiet guy, unlike his counterpart Yeonjun, who was sweet but loud and outgoing. Soobin preferred to stay behind and watch anime. When you two met you had bonded over your love for animal crossing. Often when Yeonjun would bring him home to hang out, you two would play animal crossing while Yeonjun watched. Surprisingly Yeonjun didn’t mind the two of you hanging out. He was a naturally possessive person, so when he said that he didn’t care that you two were bonding over something you were surprised. When you asked him he replied, “Soobinie doesn’t have any friends so, you hanging out with him is a blessing.” Which Soobin took offense to.

After you two had finished, Yeonjun got up to grab the bag from the front door. You both went to the couch and cuddled up. He took the first piece out. It was a small blue box. You looked at him suspiciously “This isn’t another marriage proposal is it?” You asked skeptically.

He chuckled and shook his head. Carefully you opened it to reveal a silver heart necklace. On the front were engravings that read:

YJ&__20XX

The year you two got married. It was so beautiful, you carefully cradled it in your hand, reading the engraving over and over, with a small smile on your face. “Oh babe. It’s so pretty.” You whispered.

“Thank you. Let me put it on you.” He gently took the necklace from you and gestured for you to turn.

You complied, turning so your back was to him. You put your hair to the side so he could have easier access. A shiver went down your spine when you felt his hands brush against the back of your neck. Noticing this, Yeonjun trailed his fingers across your exposed shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He stopped at the edge of your sleeve. Your heart was in your throat as you waited for his next move. Softly, you felt his plush lips brush against your shoulder. Another involuntary shiver went through you, and more goosebumps appeared. He trailed gentle butterfly kisses against the skin of your shoulder, leaving a trail of fire at each press of his lips. When he got to the part where your neck met your shoulder you spoke up.

“D-do you have any other presents for me?” You asked, your voice full of shivers.

He hummed, the vibrations going against your skin, making you shiver once again. A soft whine went out of your mouth when he pulled away, already missing the heat of his lips on your skin. You turned back around leaning your back against the cushions of the sofa. He rustled in the bag and pulled out an adorable pink bear. You gasped taking the bear from his hands. You hugged it tightly, while he wrapped an arm around you.

“This is so cute! Thank you baby.” You giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

He laughed and pulled you closer. “Do you have anything for me darling?” He asked.

“Yes I do!” You hopped off the couch and ran to your room. You picked up the bag that was sat on your bed and skipped back out. You set the bag down on his lap. He looked at you then opened it. It was a photobook of your wedding day pictures.

The pictures had gotten lost in the fire you had a year ago. Yeonjun was so sad when the pictures were destroyed. Those pictures were a symbol of the best day of his life, so it was no wonder he was sad. He had cried in your new room for days. His sobs of anguish made your heart break, so you looked up your friend, who had taken the pictures, and asked her if there was still some way to get the pictures back. She said she had it saved just in case. So you asked for them then put them into a book.

He stared at the picture, fingers gently caressing the cover. Your eyes widened when you noticed that he was starting to cry. Tears were falling down his cheeks. “Jjun.” You said softly, opening your arms.

He pressed his face into your shoulder, sobbing quietly. You could feel his tears start to wet your shoulder. His arms wrapped around your waist tightly. “I’m guessing you like it?” You asked.

He laughed and nodded. “I love it.” He sniffled, voice muffled by your shoulder.

He pulled away to smile at you. Pressing a kiss to your lips. You tasted the saltiness of his tears in your kiss. He pulled back, and smiled again. “This is…so…perfect. Thank you baby.” He wrapped you back in a hug again.

“Your welcome.” You whispered.

Yeonjun pressed his body against you until you were laying against the cushions. He pulled away to take off his blazer, leaving him in his dress shirt and tie. He laid back ontop of you, body weight pressing against you. You adjusted so he was lying between your legs. His face buried into your neck. You gently ran your hands through his silky black hair. The strands slipped easily through your fingers. You breathed in his scent. Linen, with a hint of vanilla, your favorite scent on him. You laid like that awhile. Enjoying each others company.

While you laid there you thought back to when you and Yeonjun first met. Your friend had introduced you at a party back in college. You two had hit it off almost immediately. You were the quiet, shy girl, but Yeonjun still fell for you. You spent time together alot. Hanging out whenever your schedules allowed it. You were studying photography and graphic design, while he studied music. You had talked for three months before Yeonjunhad asked you to be his girlfriend. You were elated, you finally had your first boyfriend! Dating him was like a dream. He was the perfect boyfriend. Sweet, considerate, supportive and understanding. He listened to all of your problems and you did the same for him.

When you guys fought, which wasn’t often, you worked out the argument together. He had the ability to see both sides of the argument, which made it easier to solve the root of the problem. He supported your dream of becoming a graphic designer. He had become a producer at a big company, which was where he had met Soobin. You two were practically inseparable. You really felt like he was your other half that you were missing. You couldn’t remember what your life was like before Yeonjun came into it. It was like everything before Yeonjun was mundane and boring. It was soulmate material. You knew he felt the same way. No one could make you feel like Yeonjun could.

Yeonjun pressed a kiss to your neck then lifted his head to look into your eyes. They were full of love, like they always were when he looked at you.

“I love you.” He whispered.

You felt your heart beat faster at the words that fell out of his mouth. Even though you two had been together for years, your heart still beat at those three words. You smiled and whispered the same words to him. He smiled then leaned down and gave you a kiss full of love. His weight gently pressed against you as you kissed. It felt good having him ontop of you. You felt safe under him. You felt as though nothing could hurt you as long as you were in each others arms. He tilted his head, slowly deepening the kiss. You felt as though he was trying to convey his love to you through the kiss. After a while of kissing, he pulled away and buried his face back into your neck. He whispered the same words again into your ear.

You laid your head back into the cushions of the couch, resuming your previous position. The quietness of the apartment and the soft sound of his breaths made you feel sleepy. You blinked rapidly, feeling the tendrils of sleep creeping up on you. Before you went under you heard him whisper again.

“I love you so much, darling.”

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ifonlyitwasmidnight · 1 year

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There isn't a single thing he wouldn't want to see you in.

Happy timezone! It's Sunday here, which means random post day! It's wild to think that I only started posting my thoughts a week ago, and so many of you actually enjoy the things I'm putting up. I appreciate you all!

Anyways, today's inspiration: Draken and Kirishima.

CW/TWs: Violence, Unsolicited groping (on reader during club story). Other than that, we're pretty tame today.

As always, the full list of boyfriends is at the bottom.

Likes, comments, and reblog are appreciated! <3

You wanna spend your day lounging around in nothing but one of his long shirts? Fantastic.

"Babe," you called from the kitchen.

"Yeah?" He waited a moment and sighed heavily, getting up to see what you needed when you didn't answer.

He wasn't expecting to see you on your tip toes, struggling to reach something from the top shelf, with the tiniest piece of your luscious ass sticking out from under the shirt you had stolen from his drawer this morning.

"Good morning to you too, beautiful," he said, sliding up behind you and pressing you into the counter slightly, one hand trailing under the crease of your asscheek while he reached for the thing you couldn't grab.

"Gimmie a kiss, and it's all yours," he whispered, sending shivers down your spine.

You're all going out with friends, and you want to wear that hot as fuck mini body con dress you haven't found an excuse to wear yet? Put it on, baby. He can fight.

It wasn't how the night was supposed to go, but here you all were. Staring down at a creep who thought just because you were wearing something that made you feel confident meant he had the right to grope you.

Your boyfriend had been at your table, laughing and joking with the other significant others that stayed behind while you went to the dance floor with your friends. He'd occasionally look over, watching with a smirk while your hands were in the air, singing your favorite songs at the top of your lungs.

He knew you could fight your own battles, but when he looked down and saw you screaming at a guy, he was instantly on his feet, making his way towards you with his friends at his back, no questions asked.

"What's goin' on?" He asked when he reached you, an arm wrapping around your waist protectively.

"This stupid bastard thought he could just rub his hands all over me without my permission because I'm out here dancing!" You yelled over the music that was still thumping loudly, the rest of the club oblivious to what was happening outside of your group and this idiot with his few friends.

He was obviously drunk, "Look, man, if I had known she was your girl, I wouldn't have touched her," he laughed, and his friends joined in, "but, honestly, how did you let her leave the house wearing that? She was practi—"

He didn't have the chance to finish the sentence before your boyfriend smashed his fist into the side of his face, knocking him to the ground. Your boyfriend's friends going after the other few guys, taking care of them as well.

A simple touch from you was all that was needed for your boyfriend to stop slamming his fist into the offending man's face, who was now bloody and broken, lying on the club floor.

"You're lucky I don't fucking kill you," he growled before shoving the guy to the ground and standing beside you. His non-bloody hand cupped your cheek, searching your eyes frantically.

"Are you okay?" His voice was low and full of anger.

You shook your head, a smile gracing your perfect lips, "I'm fine. Should we go before you all get arrested? Again?"

Messy hair, leggings, and baggy hoodies? You've never looked more beautiful.

"Sweetheart, let's go!" He called from the front door for the fifteenth time. You guys were running late to meet everyone for lunch. You emerged from the hallway holding a pair of white sneakers.

He raised an eyebrow, "You changed. Again."

"Nothing is fitting right. So, I'm going with old faithful."

Old faithful being a pair of comfy black leggings and a simple black tank top under an oversized hoodie. Your hair was styled in your favorite comfy way that didn't pull too tightly at your scalp.

He loves when you are dressed like this. Comfortable and relaxed. It's how he knew his day would be low-key. How he knew that after you guys returned home, it meant snuggles and coffee on the couch watching trash TV or naps.

He lifted your eyes to his with a finger under your chin when you stopped in front of him, leaning with a hand against the wall to slip your foot into your sneaker.

"You look beautiful," he said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"You're my boyfriend. You have to say that."

"I don't have to say shit. But I'm going to anyways 'cause it's true, and you know it."

You did. Your boyfriend always made you feel like the most beautiful creature in the world. You could wear a bed sheet (which you regularly do) and be drop-dead gorgeous.

"Wanna cuddle when we get home?" You asked as you slipped on your second shoe.

"Can I be little spoon?" He answered with a smirk.

But, if he had to pick one outfit out of everything? It'd be the one that was reserved specifically for him. Nothing. (NSFW!)

You stood in front of the mirror after your shower, towel wrapped around your body and secured, busy going through your skincare routine when your boyfriend sauntered in.

He stopped and looked you over slowly, his gaze hungry.

You met his eye in the mirror and raised an eyebrow.

"What's up, handsome?"

"Have I told you today that you're gorgeous?"

A faint blush dusted your cheeks and a smile tugged at the corner of your mouth.

"You just did."

His hands trailed over your body, unhooking your towel, and you let it fall to the ground. The rough material of his jeans grazed against the backs of your thighs where you were leaning over the counter slightly.

His hands traveled up your tummy onto your chest, where he gently pinched your nipples between two fingers. You sucked in a shaky breath.

"Love you like this," he murmured against your temple, watching your reaction in the mirror as one of his hands traveled down your body. His hips slowly rutted into you from behind, his hard cock evident through the thick material.

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x literally ANY of the Toman boys, Ichigo, Renji, Kisuke Urahara, Kirishima, Bakugou, Hawks, Denki, Todoroki, Aizawa, Kakashi.

Honorable mention: Cloud Strife

This is truly the "if it fits, it ships" post.

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vimbry · 2 months

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woke up from a nightmare that I think a 10 year old would have. I went to a concert where the band were playing in huge, mascot-style fur-suits.

afterwards, I walked out into this grand foyer of the bizarrely ornate location this thing was being held in. there were mosaic tile floors, golden chandeliers, and a conservatory/orangery-like place at the farthest end of the room.

the foyer was hosting some kind of indoor market (I think this dream took place in like, a fancy furry con lmao), and while I was checking out a stand of greetings cards and snacks, one of the band members re-appeared right beside me. they were some kind of unidentifiable, indigo-coloured dog-like creature. I said, "aw, hi! you're so cute :)" and they wordlessly handed me a chocolate bar from the snack stand - then another, and another, and I was like "uhh...... why-"

but then this man jogged up to us and explained oh, hey, sorry about that! he's the one who made those performers, they're not costumes after all, and this one's supposed to cheer people up if it notices they're sad - but as I can see, it's malfunctioning, bc A. I'm not sad B. it's not meant to rectify this by just, stealing gifts for people. and he goes, don't worry tho I'm just about to fix it! does some sort of quick rewiring, and walks off. so I'm wondering oh cool what's it gonna do now :) the robot slowly takes each chocolate bar away from me and puts them back on the shelf, and I think, good start! then, it takes away a pair of handmade gloves that I was wearing and I think. what. it reaches for me again and I decide to just go elsewhere in the building.

at some hazy point in the dream, some other person explains to me "uhh hey, the inventor guy won't admit this, but he Totally screwed up - the robot can detect sadness now, but its action is to remove things from you instead of adding them, because it's looking for the cause of your feelings, and until it finds a cause, it won't stop removing things. this isn't limited to objects". and I'm like "cool 👍", and spend the remainder of this dream sprinting and hiding from a 6ft tall dog machine who wants to rip my limbs off.

it couldn't be fooled by smiling or something, because it read your brain activity/temperature/etc, so it was near impossible to mask the fear of the threat of this thing. I don't know why I couldn't just leave the building, bc as the night went on, the convention packed up and people disappeared, but me and the other person were just running and cowering behind things whenever it noticed and made for us, while the inventor was completely adamant nothing was going to happen.

I woke up to what sounded very clearly the dad next door also waking up his groggy son, like they do most mornings, until I felt the heavy weight of someone sitting down sink onto the bed right next to my legs. just a lil hypnopompic hallucination to close it off.

#if fnaf7 or whatever they're on comes out and it's like this I expect credit #dream diary

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koshirulynn · 2 years

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//convenience store//

High school AU- Shu Yamino x deaf!reader fluff

//Convenience store//

In where,you were hungry so you decided to buy some food from the convenience store at the corner of your street.Reaching in for the bag of the potato chips/crisp,your hand touch another's.

(This is just for fun,do not take thus seriously and to any included streamer,if you read this I am sorry)Lmao I hope you enjoy!!

It was a hot scorching day for Shu and the boys.They had planned to go to the beach together.No cloud in the sky to be found.No sign for an unexpected storm to appear.Although the sun was out,the breeze was slightly cool which refreshed everyone outside.

Everything was set up,the umbrella,blankets laid where Ike could sit in the shade and read.The grill was fired up with food cooking cause Vox complained that he wouldn't attend if there wasn't a grill of some sort.Luca and Mysta wanted to squirt water at each other with the water guns that they had bought as in impulse. Shu just wanted to take pictures to remember because they will never know when these days will end.

The sun's temperature was just getting hotter during the afternoon,Ike made sure that the boys had some sun cream on because of what happened last time to Luca when he was surfing for too long.

Minutes passing,both Shu and Ike wanted to buy some refreshments from the local convenience store near the beach.Telling Vox and the rest that they would be gone to get some stuff,both Mysta and Luca requested for them to get some ice-cream.To which they agreed to because of how sweaty they all were.

Shu was on his way alone because Ike's flip flops melted somehow on the sand because he place them in an area that was exposed to the sun and forgot them by accident.Ike was groaning because he wanted to walk with Shu but no one had any spare.

The walk was only 10 minutes away from the spot the group was located. Shu had to get a few things like,a bag of ice,ice-cream, some soda and some snacks.

Wearing his costume tote bag that Mysta had made for him because it matched his outfit.Shu had worn a summer,short sleeve button up but he had three buttons loose that exposed his bare chest and neck.

When he entered the convenience store,the cool breeze from the air-con had relieved the raven haired boy.Calmly sighing,Shu had began his journey to collect all the wanted items.

First going to the isle where all of the snacks were.Shu was looking for his favorite pack of chips/crisp.Hoping that the store had it,he found that there was two packs of them left on the shelf.

Putting one packet in his the green basket that the store provided for temporary use.He reached out to get the other one but ended up touching someone else's hand instead.

"I'M SORRY"Shu said with a slightly panicked voice.You were looking at him in confusion before you snatched the bag of chips first.You crossed your arms and pointed at your ears.Although you could read lips,Shu was talking too fast.

He made an 'O' with his mouth.

'Ohhhh You can't hear?' thought to himself before bowing his head to you as an apology.You waved it off before making your way to the candy section of the store.Shu continued to buy whatever he needed and went to the self check out to pay.The total came to 20 euros.

Making his way down town(the beach),walking fast.The raven haired boy made it back to his friends with all the requested refreshments.Luca and Mysta running with the water guns towards the shaded area.

"Shuuuuuuuu,did you get iceee creamm~"The golden blonde come straight to him as he plopped himself beside his raven haired friend the a wide silly grin.

"Yes I diddd"Shu reflected the same energy back at his friend.Vox set the creamy dessert on table with the cones.Everyone was at the table,making their own ice-cream.

The cold sensation helped them cool down from the extreme heat.Although some of the boys went for a swim,the ocean water was quickly dried off by the summer heat.

"for fucks sake,it's hot here"Mysta sighed while licking the melting ice-cream that was dripping on the cone he was holding.

"Damn look how cute that one is"Vox pointed at a person.Everyone was looking the direction that he pointed at.Shu saw a familiar figure.It was you.You were sucking on a pink lolipop and you were wearing a cute cap while skateboarding down the path.

All the attention went to you.You rolled down to a bench,not to far from where Shu and the boys were located.

"OOooo they are cute~"Luca agreed. Ike raised an eyebrow looking at Shu.

"Seems like you know them Shu"the raven haired boy's attention was now to his friend.

"Yea,I kinda met them in the store"He chuckled as he went back to staring at you.You were just sitting on the bench,taking pictures of the beautiful sea side.

Taking photos with your phone,you realized that a group of boys were posing.It was really wholesome looking.You saw them shouting at you but you couldn't hear as you preferred not to use hearing aids.You decided to go to them although you were feeling quite anxious.

Seeing the streak of blonde on one of them,you knew that it was the boy you had met in the convenience store just around 15 minutes ago.

'hellos' and 'hi'

You read their lips.You waved and crossed your arms and pointed to your ears just like the first time you met Shu.Some of them were shocked except Ike and Shu.

"They're deaf?"Mysta questioned

"Yeahh,they are"Shu smiled at you to which you returned the kind gesture.

'Do you want to have some ice-cream'Ike signed to you.You were slightly shocked but signed back quickly.

'are you sure?If you don't mind'You were welcomed with a nodded yes.

The boys didn't know that Ike knew sign language so they just went straight to Ike to ask what you signed to him and what he signed.

"I just asked if they wanted some ice-cream and they just accepted"Seeing this happen,Shu wanted to learn sign language and befriend you.You also were curious of the blonde streaked boy.You actually wanted to befriend Ike and Shu.

'What is your names?My name is Y/n L/n'Your moments were directly to Ike.

'My name is Ike eveland,this is shu yamino,Luca Kaneshiro,Vox Akuma and Mysta rias'Ike pointed at each person.

"nice to meet you"You spoke and bowed.Although your voice was shaky and fragile in a way.

'TSKR TSKR TSKR TSKR'Shu was screaming in his head.

Shu found you cute.He was smiling and red tinted once he heard your voice.He looked away with his face covered.You were definitely interesting in his eyes and very cute.

The faith of you guys meeting at the convenience store made the both of you thankful as this could be the opening of the relationship between both you and the group.

#ike eveland #fanfiction #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias #shu yamino #vox akuma #luxiem #nijisanji #nijisanjien #shu yamino x reader

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sanrio-gyal · 11 months

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Sasodei modern au hcs

College au ^^

Deidara is constantly overdressed while Sasori is wearing a hoodie and worn out jeans

They both leave passive aggressive notes instead of talking about their problems

Sasori is a major germaphobe when Deidara is sick. He will put on a gas mask, wet suit, and gloves to keep Deidara company.

Deidara is the one to never remember their anniversaries while Sasori is always two months ahead on planning.

Sasori is majoring in art and medicine

Deidara is majoring in chemistry and art

Sasori isn’t in any clubs because he takes too many classes. Deidara on the other hand is in a “protect the animals. Go vegan” club. Members include: sai, gaara, naruto (he doesn’t understand what veganism is 💀) Ino, zetsu,

Sasori tried to be a vegan for a week but quickly got annoyed.

Sasori avoids fraternities as much as possible

Deidara parties far too much. Sasori is a hermit crab who only interacts with his boyfriend for the most part

They both have a cat together. They call it their child 😩💗💗 Sasori at first wasn’t very fond of the cat but soon grew to like him

Deidara speaks to the cat and sasori is just awfully confused on why his boyfriend is meowing in the other room.

Deidara is very high maintenance and kind of a spoiled brat but sasori doesn’t really mind, he gives him what he wants to stop the whining.

They both send each other the cutest gifs and emoticons while texting even in arguments except it’ll be an angry cat

Sasori really doesn’t like when Deidara wears provocative clothes but also doesn’t want to be seen as controlling and has to deal with the fact that Dei is comfortable with his his body.

Sasori takes about ten minutes to get ready. Twenty minutes with a shower. He doesn’t want to waste time

They constantly argue if they’re not arguing that usually means there’s something wrong. A fight between them looks like (in order) -Arguing

Haughty silence

Avoiding each other

Deidara going to his old dorm (with Hidan)

Ranting towards their friends

Thinking

Realizing they both did wrong

Awkwardly apologizing (they both hate to admit they’re wrong)

Yay they made up 🤣

Btw these last like a week

Sasori buys random things that remind him of Deidara, then gives it to him. They’re like the weirdest too. He’d be in an antique shop and would buy a broken porcelain cup.

Deidara keeps every gift that Sasori gives him. He has whole shelf of teddy bears, dolls, cups 😭 and whatever else Sasori buys him

Sasori is usually big spoon cons is that Deidara elbows him a lot in his sleep

Deidara is very hard on himself and is a perfectionist often leading to panic attacks.

Sasori is very particular about how is food is put on his plate. If it’s touching he won’t eat. Deidara always makes sure that sasori’s food is perfect before serving it to him (cuz ya know he’s in love)

Deidara has a fourty minute long skin care routine

Sasori: babe hurry up and come to bed

Deidara: I’m coming. Just let me wash my face

Sasori expecting Deidara to take five minutes

Deidara washing his face, plucking eyebrows, extracting black heads, exfoliating, putting on a moisturizing face mask, using a jade roller, hydrating lip mask, eye mask for eye bags, lotion, rose water spritz, eyelash serum…boom finish

Deidara: alright I’m ready

Sasori: *snoring*

Deidara: ….

They actually did break up once and both were extremely heartbroken. Sasori poured himself more into his studies and excluded himself. Deidara cried a lot then quickly got over it to distract himself. He tried to date but no one could compare to Sasori.

Deidara doesn’t take being told what to do unless Sasori says so…the he becomes obedient

Sasori likes his room frigid while Deidara likes his warm.

Sasori is a light sleeper while Deidara is a very deep sleeper and takes a while for him to wake up.

Deidara is very much a person who needs love and affection 24/7 Sasori on the other hand hates affection. Deidara is all over Sasori. Kisses, hugs, etc while Sasori dies on the inside. In the beginning of the relationship Sasori was sweating bullets because he didn’t want to be mean to his boyfriend but was also uncomfortable. Later he became used to it lol but he did have to tell Deidara to stop being so touchy all the time.

Sasori has a lot health issues and Deidara has to remind him for medication and doctor appointments and is very protective of him

Deidara eats a crazy amount of food and usually eats whatever sasori can’t finish

They both think they’re the cutest things to ever exist

Sasori has an obsession with Deidara’s hair, so when he chopped it off…he was heartbroken

Deidara is constantly making sex jokes while Sasori so clueless

They both love gardening and nature except sasori is very sensitive in the sun so he’s in a full suit covering his skin 🤣

Animal crossing is their favorite game. They constantly go go each others islands. Ya know cute stuff

There was a moment of time when Deidara was afraid to let sasori see him without makeup but eventually got comfortable to do so. (Sasori didn’t even notice 😭) sasori thinks he’s cute with and without

Sasori is a diligent worker vs Deidara who panics because he does everything last minute

Sasori isn’t known for being affectionate but occasionally he’ll cuddle up beside Deidara or hug him

Deidara trusts sasori’s judgement the most.

They’re young and very much in love 🥺🤭

#sasodei #Sasori x Deidara #text post #akatsuki text posts #Akatsuki #headcanon #college au

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