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A Valentine For One {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: Toys, lingerie, fingering, vaginal sex, clitoral stimulation, unprotected sex, feelings

Comments: Your roommate is supposed to be working late for Valentine's Day. Leaving you alone to play with yourself thinking about your crush on him. Until he comes home early and interrupts.

A/N: All based off this GIF right here. (Does not denote race or physical attributes of reader)

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“I think I might have to move to a cheaper place.” Marcus admits, staring down at his coffee in the break room, sighing slightly as he takes a sip. Getting to D.C. and settling in had been harried, the offer to become the head of the Art Crimes Division at headquarters had been an honor. Plus, when he had believed that Teresa was coming with him, he had splurged for a larger place, believing that they might even start a family but she had changed her mind and he was left with a townhouse he couldn’t afford forever and it was too big for just one person.

“Why don’t you get a roommate?” Stevenson asks, his own coffee cup in hand and he looks over from the counter at the man who had known him since the days at the academy. It had been a stroke of luck to run into his old friend and he enjoyed having breaks with him. “You know you live in a hot neighborhood. I wouldn’t give up that place for anything. If you put out the word that you will take one on, I bet roommates will be lining up.” “A roommate, huh?” Marcus doesn’t hate the idea, but he doesn’t love it either. His house is his space to unwind and some people are weird about federal agents. “I think I would probably be more comfortable with someone who works in law enforcement.” He admits. “Wouldn’t have to squabble about guns in the house.”

You sigh as you walk into the break room, phone in hand as you absorb another missed out opportunity for an apartment. Nearly every ad you’ve answered has already been taken. The government newbies are snapping them up and you curse your ex boyfriend for owning his house and kicking you out after he cheated on you. You are couch surfing at best right now, struggling to find a room, let alone an apartment. Everything is expensive as hell and you are close to giving up. “Everything okay?” Marcus, your sweet department head Marcus, asks and you shake your head, slumping down in the chair opposite him.

“No. My ex cheats on me, kicks me out, and I’m left struggling to find a place to live.”

“You're looking for a place to live?” Marcus straightens up and stares at you. Unsure why he didn’t know about this, but he doesn’t expect you to pour out your life story to him if you don’t want to. “I-“

“Marcus was just saying that he needed a roommate.” Bryan butts in, shooting his friend a grin and raising his brows. “Some would call that provenance.”

Your eyes widen, “you have a room?” You ask.

Marcus nods, “yeah. It’s a townhouse. Has two en-suites and a third bedroom I use as an office. Was supposed to be for me and my fiancée but that - it didn’t work out. You want it? I need someone to help out with the bills, place ain’t cheap.” He shakes his head and you instantly nod. Marcus is a kind man, a sweetheart, and yet he’s very straight forward. You know he will be a great roommate/landlord and you desperately need somewhere.

“I’ll take it.” You tell him and he chuckles, “I haven’t told you how much it is.”

You shake your head, “I can’t imagine it’s more than what some of these assholes want. I’ll take your room…if you are okay with that?”

He’s theoretically your boss but you work more on the technical side of the department so that it wouldn’t be a problem. He would make sure that it was noted with HR, but he finds himself nodding. “It’s furnished.” He warns you, having bought a second bedroom set for when his parents visited or Teresa’s family came. Not that it mattered now. His parents can get a hotel and it was more important that his team member has a safe place to sleep. “But you can change anything you want. I can put it in storage if you have your own furniture.”

“No. I, uh, shamefully I only have a couple of suitcases. I got rid of my furniture when I moved into my ex’s. Thought it was forever so what was the point of putting a sofa in storage? Anyway, I really appreciate it, Marcus. When can I move in?” You ask, biting your lip. You’ve definitely overstayed where you currently are.

Marcus knows that you do need to talk about rules and bills but he sees the desperation in your eyes. “Tonight’s good with me.” He offers immediately. “Why don’t you bring your stuff over and we can have dinner, talk everything through.” He suggests. “Get a tour of the place. If you don’t like it, you can always stay until you find a place you like better.”

You nod, excited and anxious, but so so happy to have somewhere to live. “That sounds great. Seriously, thank you so much Marcus. I really appreciate this. You, uh, want to text me your address and I’ll come over after work. I’ll bring dinner. Chinese food?” You ask, knowing what he likes from when you’ve done mass orders for the office during those late night cases.

“No problem.” He chuckles and pulls out his phone. “I’ll leave early and make sure that I’ve not left dirty clothes everywhere.” He’s joking. He’s actually pretty neat, a fact that had driven his college roommate crazy but his ex-wife had liked it. “Chinese is fine, unless you want me to cook?”

You shake your head, “no. No. Tonight is on me. I just - thank you so much for this. I really appreciate it.” You say as you stand up, picking up your coffee cup just as your phone dings. “I’ll see you after work. Thank you.” You can’t help it, you walk around the table and place a quick kiss on his cheek before you rush out the door.

Even though it was unprofessional for you to have done that, Marcus flushes and rubs his cheek gently.

“Oh shit, I know that look.” Bryan hoots. “Someones interested.”

“No.” Marcus insists, shaking his head. “She is going to be my roommate.” He huffs, making his friend chuckle and lean back, “if you say so.”

“I say so.” Marcus can only hope that you don’t regret this. Especially because his first thought had been you were so pretty when you lit up with a happy smile.

****

Armed with Chinese food and your cases, you pull up outside the address Marcus gave you. There’s street parking which is amazing and you decide to leave your cases in the car, carrying the take out up the steps to ring the doorbell. You’re nervous but you know Marcus is a good guy, even if he’s handsome and kind and - no. He’s your landlord, your roommate. Nothing more. You gotta stop thinking of him. He’s just a friend.

“Shit.” Marcus had only been slightly joking when he said he would rush home and make sure the house was put to rights. The bed in the second suite hadn’t had sheets on it, and he needed to make sure the towels were put in the other en-suite’s bathroom since he hadn’t had guests yet. Having a roommate would be good for him.

He wipes his hand on his pants before he opens the first door of the townhouse and sees you outside the other doors. The small atrium was perfect for bad weather and he locked them both for extra security. “Hey.” He smiles as he opens the door. “I see you found it okay.”

You nod, “it’s such a nice neighborhood. I love the outside too. Great choice.” You admire the atrium and follow him inside. The wood floors are beautiful and you step into the hallway, carrying the Chinese food. “You - you have a gorgeous home, Marcus. Wow. You sure you wanna share it?” You tease him, turning to find him locking the front door.

“Honestly? I have to.” He admits with a chuckle. “I make good money, but not that good.” He could technically afford it, but it stretched his budget more than he liked. “Besides, it’s way too big for just me. It’s better to give you a place to stay too, right?”

You nod, “I don’t argue your reasons. I’m so happy to have somewhere to call home ever since my damn ex cheated. Really sucks when you put all your eggs in one basket and they fuck you over.” You huff and shake your head, looking down at the box in your hands. “I bought food. Hope you’re hungry.”

“Starving.” He grins and motions you further into the house. “My kitchen is your kitchen.” He tells you playfully as he leads you through the living and dining room. The townhouse has been completely redone, leaving the charm and still modernizing it beautifully. “If you want, I’ve got beer or a bottle of wine. There’s also water or tea if you prefer that.”

“Beer sounds good.” You tell him, knowing you’ll buy some tomorrow. You will need to go over rules and bills but right now, you’re just so happy to have someone for the foreseeable. You set the food down on the counter and take a note of where he pulls the plates out from. “I love the kitchen. I cook so we can share that responsibility. Make sure we have a homemade meal at least a few times a week.”

“That sounds good.” Marcus nods, turning back to the fridge to pull out two beers. “I like cooking but it never seemed worth it for just me, you know?” He hands you the beer and watches as you pull out the cartons. “After dinner, I’ll show you the bedroom and you can see how you like it? Or we can look at it now if you prefer?”

“Yeah. That sounds good.” You reach out to take his hand after he sets the beer door in front of you. “I really mean it, I appreciate it.” You tell him, unsure of what you would’ve done if you hadn’t heard him in the break room.

He nods, blushing and getting bashful and that confirms you made the right choice. Some men would be demanding you get down onto your knees and show them just how thankful you are. “Let’s eat.” Marcus says, setting down the chopsticks and you nod, digging into the food.

Dinner is easy, both of you apparently hungry as you chow down. After a few bites, Marcus takes a swallow of his beer. “So one thing, I hope you don’t take offense to it, but I’m thinking that if we have overnight ‘guests’, we give the other to the courtesy of a heads up?” He asks. “That way we aren’t surprised when some random half naked person wanders into the kitchen in the middle of the night?”

You nod, swallowing your bite, and you hate the way your stomach twists when you think about walking in to someone who spent the night in Marcus’s bed. “Yeah. Of course. I think any overnight guests we give each other a heads up. I doubt you’ll be getting too many heads up from me. I- I’ve been knocked back by my ex. I’m gonna reset and enjoy some time to myself.” You admit before taking another sip of beer.

“We have that in common.” Marcus nods and sighs. “It’s been- I’ve decided the same thing. Work on myself before involving someone else in my bullshit.” He gives a small shrug and spears a piece of garlic chicken. “So you don’t have to worry about that from me.”

“Looks like the only action this townhouse is gonna get will be movies.” You tease, taking another bite. “I do miss having someone to watch shows with. Or go get breakfast on the weekend. Stupid things like that…when they’re gone, it makes you feel so alone.”

“God yes.” Marcus groans. “I’m so fucking sick of the looks of pity when I go eat by myself.” He rolls his eyes. “Plus you know my work, it can be crazy hours. You’re right there too.”

“You’re down for brunch then?” You smirk and he nods, “hell yes.” You lean back in your seat to look at him, “I think this is the beginning of something truly wonderful, Pike.” He winks at you and you try to ignore the way your heart flutters.

After dinner, you help clear up and Marcus grabs your suitcases from your car, carrying them up to the second bedroom. “Oh I love this.” You smile, admiring the simple furniture but the view looks out at the small park across the street. “Seriously, you picked a great house.” You tell him again.

“Thanks.” He smiles, blushing slightly. “I, uh, I’ll leave you to get settled in. I’ll set you up a code for the alarm and get you my spare key in the morning. I’m across the hall if you need anything.”

You walk over to him as he hovers in the hall, leaning in to kiss his cheek again. “Seriously Marcus, you have no clue how grateful I am for this. Thank you.” You murmur and he blushes, stepping back after you walk back into the room.

“Stop saying thank you.” He teases, “goodnight.”

You smile at him, “goodnight, Pike.”

****

It’s been nearly six months of living together. Six months of dinners and sometimes brunches out. Splitting the bills and both of you comfortable in the town house. You had started adding things that you wanted, the electric wine bottle opener was amazing and he didn’t mind the candles you bought. He, however, is going insane. The growing attraction to you is bordering on cruel and he’s honestly happy that he’s got to work late tonight. Needing to not get caught up in the romance of the date with his pretty and kind roommate.

“Hey.” He greets you when You pick up your office phone. “Something’s come up and it looks like I’m pulling a late night.” He chuckles sarcastically, “it’s a good thing I don’t have a date or anything for Valentine’s Day, huh?”

You smile against the phone, hating that you’re happy that Marcus doesn’t have a date. He’s been on a few since you lived in his townhouse and you hated it. Sitting on the sofa all night, counting down until he came home. It’s pathetic really how much you want him. You think about him all the time. Sure, you thought he was handsome but after spending night after night with Marcus, getting to know him (even his little quirks like his comic collection and the way he constantly loses his glasses), you are ridiculously in love with him. He’s working late and you don’t have a date so you decide to treat yourself.

You have new lingerie you ordered because it was pretty so you are going to put that on and have fun with the new toy you bought. It was ridiculous how anxious you were to have it delivered to the house without Marcus accidentally opening it. “I don’t have a date either but I’m just gonna have a relaxing night in. Face mask, chocolate, and a cheesy movie sound perfect to me. Just let me know when you’re on your way home and we can figure out dinner.”

“No problem. I’ll talk to you later.” Marcus tells you before hanging up the phone. He wishes he could just go home and do those things with you, but someone fucked up royally and it was his job to find it and fix the mess. Sighing slightly, he looks at the stack of files on his desk and picks up the first one to get started.

Only a few hours after everyone else rushed out early to get ready for their romantic evenings, Marcus is practically flying out of the building. Finding the mistake hadn’t taken as much time as he feared and all he could think of was getting home to you.

It’s crazy how much he loves you being there, how much you seem to have in common. You’re perfect for him and he’s dangerously close to falling in love with you. He taps on the wheel as he drives towards home, forgetting to call you in his excitement to be there. Figuring that you will just decide together once he gets home and changes. A night on the couch with you and takeout sounds better than battling for a seat in a restaurant anyway.

You are spread out on your bed, moaning softly when you think about Marcus. The new glass dildo you bought yourself is pushed deep inside of you. You’re in no rush to cum tonight, deciding to work yourself up. Your fingers lightly trace your clit and you enjoy the slow build up of pleasure, your wand on the side for when you need to cum. “Oh that’s good.” You moan to yourself, imagining it’s Marcus pushing into you. You are absorbed in the pleasure, you don’t hear the front door opening or the footsteps coming up the stairs.

Marcus goes through his routine, dropping keys, depositing his shoes and finally trudging up the stairs. He’s left his suit coat downstairs because he knows he needs to take it to the dry cleaner this weekend, but before he goes to his bedroom, he decides to knock on your door and poke his head in. Both of you had gotten into the habit, so it’s nothing new.

“Hey, I’m ho-“ stopping immediately as he eyes widen at the sight of you spread out on your bed wearing the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his life and a dildo stretching your cunt out. “Fuck.” He gasps, immediately starting to harden in his dress pants.

You gasp, sitting up in shock and pulling the dildo out of you. Shit, you didn’t expect Marcus to be home yet and you didn’t hear him. Fuck, you didn’t hear him. Embarrassed and wondering what the fuck to say. You then look down at his pants, smirking when you see the tent starting to form and the dark look in his eyes. “You wanna sit down and watch?” You ask boldly.

He shouldn’t. He should apologize and go to his own room and take a very cold shower. But he’s tired of that. He’s tired of doing what he should. So instead of doing that, Marcus nods, walking into the room and sitting down at the end of your bed. He won’t touch you, you didn’t say he could, but if you’re going to let him watch - he’s going to watch. “Fuck, push it back inside you.” He groans.

You obey his demand, pushing the toy back inside of you with a whimper. “Fuck.” You pant, chest heaving as your walls take the toy. It’s not enough to make you cum but it’s enough to make you moan his name by accident, realizing what you just did, your eyes widen.

“Fuck.” Marcus leans closer and pants, watching you move the dildo in and out of your fluttering cunt. “Does that feel good baby, that dildo filling you up like you need?” He’s never been shy about watching porn, never felt dirty about it and this is like his own private show.

“It’s not enough. I can’t - it’s good but it’s not what I need.” You whine and he leans closer, wanting to touch you but keeping back. “I need you Marcus. Please. You want - you want to taste first?” You offer, pulling the toy out of you and you sit up to hold it towards him. It glistens with your arousal, you haven’t cum yet and you want more, you want him.

He groans, wanting nothing more than to taste you. His tongue slides around the toy, moaning at the tangy taste of your arousal off the glass toy. Licking your essence off of it before you pull it away. “You want me to touch you, baby? Replace that toy inside your pussy?” He’s growling at the idea in pleasure, wanting you for so long as he reaches down and palms himself through his pants. “I need you to say the words.”

You know this crosses so many lines but fuck, you need him. “Yes. Please Marcus. I need you to do something, anything.” You beg, tossing the toy down on your sheets and you reach behind you to unclasp your bra, shoving it down your arms to reveal your tits to his hungry gaze. “Please baby. I want you.”

Marcus immediately reaches for you, wanting to touch you for so long. Fingers sliding through your folds and flicking over your clit before he moves them down to push two fingers deep into your pussy and curl them up with a groan of your name. “So fucking tight, baby girl.”

You gasp when his fingers push deep again and you whimper when his thumb presses against your clit. “Oh God. That’s - you feel so much better.” You moan, squeezing your tits as he curls his fingers inside of you. “Marcus, baby. Oh - you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this.”

Marcus groans, cock throbbing in his pants and he quickly pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Me too, fuck, wanted to fuck you so many times. Imagined it while I was jerking off.” He confesses, watching you grope your tits and he knows he wants you to cum before he fucks you. “Wanted to spread you out.”

You can’t stop the moans escaping your lips. So many nights of being silent due to you smothering your sounds so Marcus didn’t hear. Now, you don’t have to do that. “Always - always wondered what those thick fingers would be like inside of me. Would watch when you’d lick them while eating. So fucking sexy. You are so sexy, Marcus, and you don’t even realize it.” You pant out, knowing that makes him even sexier. Your walls flutter around his fingers, thumb rubbing your clit and you’re so close to cumming.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He counters, groaning as he feels your walls flutter. “That’s it, fuck, wanting you to cum all over my hand.” He coos, rubbing your clit harder. “Cum for me and I’ll fuck you. I’ll make sure you feel soooo fucking good, honey.” He promises. “Wanna see it, wanna feel it.” He knows he will remember this right here for a long fucking time. Even if it was a one time thing, he won’t regret it. Not when you are whimpering his name like that.

Your mouth falls open, vision going hazy as you clamp down on his fingers. A strangled whine escapes your lips as you gush around his digits, loving how good his fingers feel inside of you. “Fuckkkk Marc.” You pant, eyes squeezed shut as you keep his fingers inside of you with a tight grip, loving how good you feel with the pleasure surging through you.

He keeps applying the pressure until you go limp and then he’s pulling his fingers free. Rushing as he scrambles off the bed to pull his clothes off. Frantic to get inside you and fuck you like he’s imagined a hundred times before. Throwing his clothes on the floor and wrapping his fingers around his cock to pump it a few times as he kneels on the bed between your legs. “Fuck, I- you look so good.” He moans, gathering your legs up and shuffling closer to sink into you as quickly as he can.

“Fucking hell.” You gasp at the sight of his hard cock. So fucking beautiful with the veins running along the length, the head cut and pooling with precum. “Fuck baby. Fuck me.” You beg, rubbing your thighs as you grow more impatient to have him inside of you.

Marcus doesn’t need to be told twice. He swipes the head through your folds once before he’s pushing inside you with a loud groan. Hotter than you have any right to be and twice as fucking tight, he keeps rolling his hips forward until he’s seated all the way inside you, eyes fluttering as if he were in prayer and he moans your name.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as he stretches you out. God, he feels incredible inside of you and you trail your hands along his forearms up to his shoulders and down his chest while he gives you a moment to adjust. “We should’ve done this sooner.” You gasp when his cock twitches inside of you and you instinctively clench around him.

“Yessss.” He hisses, gritting his teeth together so he doesn’t blow his load right there. “We- we should have.” He grunts, waiting until you are grabbing onto his arms. He pulls his hips back and starts to thrust into you with rough, needy strokes. He’s wanted you too much to be slow and gentle. Grunting when he bottoms out inside you again.

You moan, enjoying the way Marcus thrusts into you. You know you aren't going to cum from this alone but you are enjoying it. You've already cum on his fingers which is more than you can say for your exes. You caress his chest, loving the look on his face as he fucks into you, almost pussy drunk and you feel so fucking sexy because of it.

The pace stays as harsh and fast as he can possibly make it. Watching your face as you take every thrust, he starts to slow when he doesn’t feel you clenching around him. “What’s wrong?” He pants, holding himself up and he slides his hands up your legs on his shoulders. “Is- do you want to stop?”

You shake your head, "no. No. Don't stop baby. Don't stop. I want you to cum." You tell him, reaching for his hands to squeeze them.

Marcus frowns, "but I want you to cum too."

You smile, grateful that he's so sweet. "It's okay. I can't - penetration doesn't get me off. It's how it is for me. I am happy to watch you cum and it feels good. I promise, I will be satisfied. I've already cum on your fingers."

Marcus shakes his head, unhappy with your answer, looking over at the wand laying on your bed and he picks it up. You must be a clitoral stimulation type of girl. “No baby, I want you to cum on my cock,” he hums, turning it on. “Doesn’t matter how you cum, I just want you to cum again.” He spreads your thighs wider so he can press it to your clit. He doesn’t care about needing toys to help out, he’s always thought of them as his partners for pleasuring the woman he’s with.

You moan when he presses the toy to your clit, making you clench around his cock still buried inside of you. “Yes, that’s - God. That’s it. Move for me baby.” You demand, wanting to feel him moving inside of you. His cock feels so good combined with the wand, making you moan as his hips start to move.

“Feel good?” He asks and you nod, “so damn good.”

Marcus groans, rocking his hips as he holds the wand to your clit. Watching the pleasure bloom over your face again. You can’t cum from penetration, he files that away to remember. Knowing that he wants to do this for as long as you want to. “Fuck you’re so pretty.” He groans. “I’ll make you cum on my face next time.” He promises as he works his cock in and out of your tight walls.

You gasp when he hits something deep inside of you, making you gush around him. The toy is pressed just right against your clit and you sigh his name as you get closer to your orgasm. “I- fuck. You’re gonna make me cum.” You moan, rocking your hips up to meet his. “I’m so close.” You pant, head tilting back against your pillows.

“Cum baby.” Marcus urges you, keeping the wand against your clit to give you the pleasure you need. Thrusting into you as he looks down, feeling your walls start to pulse around him. “Cum for me baby, show me how that pussy feels when you cum.”

You can’t deny him even if you wanted to. It’s impossible. You choke on your own breath as you cum, clamping down on his cock and soaking him with your cum. “Fuckkkk.” You finally rasp out, eyes rolling into the back of your head and your thighs shake against his chest, the pleasure dragged out by the wand and his cock working you through it.

When he finally pulls the wand away from your clit, Marcus goes feral. Shoving your legs higher on his shoulders, he groans as he starts ramming himself into you at a breakneck pace. Needing to cum and wanting to use the hot cum that that gushed around him to make it even slicker. “Fuck- fuck- where?” He manages to spit out, forgetting that he hadn’t asked a question about birth control.

“Inside. It’s safe. I- I have an IUD. Please Marcus. Wanna feel you.” You beg, loving the way he is thrusting into you like a mad man. He’s unhinged and it almost, almost, has you ready to cum again.

The mere thought of being able to cum inside you pushes him over the edge. He rocks his hips another three times before he groans your name harshly and pushes as deep as he can - wanting to be as deep as possible. Painting your walls with every grunt of pleasure.

You love watching him, the way his jaw clenches, the muscles in his neck pulling taunt, and his eyes squeezed shut. “So good baby. I love it. Love being filled up by you.” You coo, caressing his cheeks and down his neck until your palm is over his thumping heart.

“Shit.” Marcus groans, feeling relaxed and exhausted. Exhilarated by the fact that his cock is softening inside you and he knows what you look like when you cum. Except he hasn’t kissed you. Sliding your legs off his shoulders gently, he moves them to his waist so he can lean in and press his lips to yours. Closing his eyes as he tries to catch his breath.

You sigh into the kiss, running your fingers through his hair while your legs wrap around his waist to pull him closer. “That was - it’s insane how long I’ve wanted that.” You admit shyly when he pulls back from you.

“Fuck I wanted to do that too,” he can’t help lean in again, nuzzling into your neck and dropping kisses over your dewy skin. “I- I’m sorry I just walked in, I should have knocked.” He offers, even though he’s happy he’s where he’s at. Politeness dictates an apology at least.

“Don’t apologize, Marcus.” You snort, caressing his shoulders. “I have wanted you since I moved in. I- I really hate to mess up the roommate thing but…but I think I’m in love with you.” You admit, biting your lip as you wait for his reaction.

Marcus stares at you for a moment, unable to believe that his dreams come true and he hasn’t done anything to get what he wanted. “Hey-“ he shakes his head and offers you a grin. “Then that’s good. I won’t seem crazy asking you to move in with me.” He jokes, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours gently. “I think I’m in love with you too, baby.” He confesses against your lips.

You can't help but grin, heart thumping and you almost feel dizzy with happiness. the man you love loves you back. "I hate to break it to you babe but I have already moved in with you.

Marcus shakes his head, "I mean my room. I want to share a room with you, sleep in the same bed." He murmurs, pulling back to look at you. It's sweet and you immediately agree, knowing you'll likely end up there every night anyway.

"I'd like that." You smile and he grins in response. "Oh, Happy Valentine's Day." You coo, "I thought I was gonna be lonely and single today but I ended up with a boyfriend." You say cautiously, hoping that's what he wants.

"Never thought I'd finish the day with a girlfriend." He says and you lean in to kiss him. "Happy Valentine's Day baby." Marcus murmurs, caressing your cheek. It was certainly one he won't forget.

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Obsessed

[Arcane] Yandere! Jinx x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Content Warnings: Small amount of cursing, implied violence, obsessive/toxic personality/relationship, stalking

[A/N]: This is my first time posting a story on this site, so please bear with me if the formatting is a little weird. I’ll try to edit it later to make it easier to read, lol.

Enjoy!

Even though they were hundreds of feet above the water and bridge beneath them, that wasn't what was causing [Y/N]'s anxiety. She had been up here before, multiple times in fact, with her "friend" Jinx. They always came up here to relax and spend time together, just talking and sharing jokes or their favorite moments from their day. It had been so normal for so long, but recently Jinx had begun to make the conversation a little strange. They'd crack jokes with each other for a while, but then when they started talking about their day, Jinx would make an effort to ask about [Y/N]'s first. And when it was her turn to share, all she ever talked about was spending time with the [h/c] girl. In all honesty, it was making [Y/N] uncomfortable. Why was Jinx being so adamant about talking about her? She wasn't anything special. She was just a friend–a coworker–an assistant. Could she possibly be...? No, that was crazy. [Y/N] didn't even like her that way, why would she feel that way about her?

And oh, how badly Jinx wanted to let her know that wasn't true. She had brought her up here to confess anyway, so she figured she could come clean about everything.

Well, not everything. Some things are better left unsaid.

For example, she probably shouldn't tell her about how she stalked her over the past few months. Ever since she met the [h/c] girl–by total accident–she was hooked. In love. Obsessed. She just couldn't let her walk out of her life the way everyone else had done. So, in order to show her love before getting too serious (to not scare her off), she started sending gifts to [Y/N] and leaving little notes with words of pure affirmation. 'You may not know me personally quite yet, but I have to let you know that you're forever mine." "Since the day I met you, my life has never been the same." "You're my dream girl. Once we meet, you'll never be able to leave me." "I dream about you every night. I'm obsessed with you." Just short phrases that got her point across. Until one day, she sent a full letter.

"Hey toots,

I'd ask how you're doing today, but I already know. I've been keeping close tabs on you, but it's nothing weird, I promise. Just wanna make sure you're safe and aren't struggling. I'm sure by now you've noticed all the gifts landing on your doorstep. Some of them anyway. The blankets and stuff I left on your bed. Oh, and don't worry about how I got in. I promise I would never steal from you. I'll cut to the chase here. Silco is searching for new recruits, and I suggested you as my lab assistant! He said he's gotta meet you before he makes any big decisions or whatever, so you'd better get your cute little butt over here for an interview! Can't wait to see ya!

-Jinx"

[Y/N] didn't take up on her offer right away. After all, Jinx and Silco were known to be ruthless when it came to their employees. And, even though she hated living here in the undercity, she certainly didn't want to die for making a small mistake and accidentally upsetting them. Each day, Jinx came into Silco's office and asked if a certain [h/c] girl had come in for an interview, only to feel crushed when told that, no, no one had come in that matched her description. Enraged that [Y/N] hadn't listened to her, Jinx's stalking became more aggressive. Instead of only finding her in public places like The Last Drop, she followed her around almost everywhere she went. From the moment she left her house, [Y/N] had a very infatuated blue-haired girl trailing after her just a few meters behind.

After a couple of days, Jinx even found herself watching through the window of [Y/N]'s house until she could see that she was asleep and safe. She knew what the girl was doing every day. What she ate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, what time she went to work, who she talked to, everything. She made a mental list of all the men and women who even remotely appeared to be flirting with her and made sure they'd never be able to interfere with her again. To her, everyone else was competition for [Y/N]'s love. Finally, after growing tired of this, Jinx sent her another note that simply said:

"I won't ask again. You will be my partner. Show up at Silco's office and tell him I sent you, or you'll regret ignoring me."

Once remembering exactly what Jinx was capable of, [Y/N] finally gave in and got herself an interview at Silco's office, afraid she might not have much longer to live if she didn't. Little did she know, a certain admirer of hers was watching from the platform on the ceiling. After a while of talking–and silent, pleading glares from Jinx–Silco agreed to give [Y/N] an opportunity to work for him. But only on the condition that she follow his every order–one of which was to obey Jinx when in the lab. Over the next few weeks, Jinx managed to grow closer to the girl, seemingly not realizing–possibly due to her delusions– that [Y/N] had absolutely no interest in being friends with her. She ignored the voices warning her to back off.

After a while of working on countless projects together, Jinx finally managed to steel her nerves and send [Y/N] yet another letter. This time, she asked her to meet her in their usual spot, which is where they were now: standing on the scaffolding above the bridge in the city. It was near midnight. Jinx figured that with how late it was, there would be a very low chance of someone ruining the moment. Not that it would matter–she'd easily take care of it, though she'd feel slightly regretful for it. In the time she had gotten to know [Y/N], she had killed plenty of people who went against her or Silco's wishes. Some of which took place in front of the [h/c] girl. When she'd look back at [Y/N] to make sure she was okay, she could see the horror in her eyes. Oh, how she hated causing that look. She wanted her to be happy! Not scared!

"[Y/N], I gotta be honest with you. You make me so damn happy. I know we barely met a few months ago, but you're my whole world, toots. I...I love you, and I wanna make you happy. You deserve everything you've ever wanted, and with how well Silco provides for me, I can assure you I'd make you the happiest girl in the world. You're just so beautiful and kind, and...you deserve someone who will protect you at all costs. Even though you might not believe it, I will do whatever I can to keep you safe." She pauses, sucking in a deep breath. "So whaddya say? Do you love me too?"

[Y/N] stared in slight shock, not expecting this. She had told herself it was a possibility, but shut that thought down real quick. She didn't love her back. She couldn't–not after everything she had done. She blinked, meeting Jinx's gaze again, who was staring back expectantly. Jinx was hoping, praying, that her feelings would be reciprocated. Her head was tilted to the side, a faint blush dusting her cheeks and creeping up to her ears as she nervously chewed on her bottom lip. She was very fidgety. Her hands were twitching and fiddling with her loose strands of hair, occasionally popping her knuckles, her leg bouncing. It was visibly obvious that whatever [Y/N] said in reply would control her next move.

[Y/N]'s mouth opened and shut a few times, unsure of what to say. She couldn't form the right words. How could she let her down easily? Should she even let her down? Would other people get hurt because of her decision? She internally sighed. She couldn't risk others getting hurt for her sake, even if she knew they were horrible people. If it meant no one would get hurt for her sake, [Y/N] was willing to sacrifice her freedom. She looked down at the bridge below. Trying to give herself a moment to put on a convincing act, she watched the small, colorful dots that were people. If she didn't pull off her act successfully, anyone down there could be Jinx's next victim.

She finally looked back up at Jinx with a smile, which made the girl's eyes light up. "Of course I do, Jinx." Jinx smiled, but it quickly dropped after a moment of faltering. "Say it." Her tone was unusually cold towards her. [Y/N] raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. "What? Say what?" "Tell me you love me. I need to hear you say it to believe it." The [h/c] girl froze, a nervous bead of cold sweat forming on the back of her neck. "I-I..." As she struggled to "admit" her feelings, Jinx's gaze hardened, her brows furrowing tightly together. "Say it." [Y/N] swallowed the lump in her throat. 'Say it, or she'll kill you.' Forcing that smile again that didn't quite reach her eyes, [Y/N] grabbed Jinx's hand and gave it a soft squeeze. "I love you, Jinx."

Jinx didn't say anything for a moment–didn't even have the slightest visible reaction. Her eyes flickered around the girl’s face in search of any sign of a lie. Finally, as if the words barely processed in her mind, a large grin broke out across her lips in an almost menacing manner. "Oh, sweets, you make me so happy." Without any warning, she cupped the [h/c] girl's face and closed the distance between them with a kiss that was a little too rough to be considered sincere. [Y/N] didn't even have a chance to react before Jinx leaned back and pulled her in by the waist for a tight hug. Her slender hand came up, long painted nails entangling themselves into the [h/c] locks she had ached to caress for months. "I love you so much, [Y/N]. You have no idea what I'd do for you." [Y/N] swallowed. She did know. She had seen it right before her eyes more than once. She knew that Jinx wouldn't hesitate to kill for her, even if she begged her not to.

She was brought out of her thoughts as Jinx's hold on her waist tightened to a painful degree. "Why aren't you hugging me back?" Again, her tone was cold. [Y/N] jumped slightly and quickly returned her embrace. Jinx relaxed slightly in her hold, slowly beginning to sway the two of them side to side. Her nose buried itself into the crook of [Y/N]'s neck. She drew in a deep breath, seeming to take in the [h/c] girl's scent. Oh, that intoxicating scent of hers...so comforting. So...addicting.

How she longed for this moment–this close contact. All those weeks of spending time with her and getting to know her interests and hobbies finally paid off. Here she was–holding her after finding that her feelings were mutual. This was the girl she wanted to spend the rest of her days with. She wanted to marry her and keep her happy until the day they died. And never again would Jinx tolerate anyone flirting with [Y/N]--not that she ever did. [Y/N] was hers.

Her heart fluttered at that thought. It repeated itself over and over again in her mind, drowning out the other voices swarming her brain and satisfying her obsessive tendencies. ‘She’s all mine. No one will ever take her from me. She won’t leave–she can’t. I won’t let her.’ Her smile grew. “You’re mine, toots. Don’t ever forget that.”

#jinx x y/n #arcane #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #jinx x you #Yandere #Yandere jinx #jinx x reader

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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First of many dates!

Single mom!Chrissy x Fem!Reader

Single mom!Chrissy masterlist!!(coming soon!)

Well…I definitely did not start working on this fic when I said I was going to😭I may rewrite this for my own sake because it feels everywheres😭but I do like the idea that I had!!!!

Tw~ Unplanned pregnancy, single parent(financial struggles that come with that and being a young parent!),rain, being kicked out, Jason is implied to be a bad dad(probably will involve him in later chapters who knows!)let me know if I missed anything!!!

You’d taken the same bus route since you were seven, it was a common one that went throughout the city and normally you’d gaze out the window the whole time occasionally bring a book with you to read.

So maybe that was why you noticed when Chrissy began to join the route…or maybe it was the fact that out of the whole bus she chose to sit next to you with her adorable little girl.

Chrissy has never had to ride a bus before, after she moved out of Hawkins to escape her toxic family and her ex-boyfriend Jason, she realized that if she was going to afford living expenses she might as well buy an annual pass, with Edith being so little the passes were cheaper anyways. Maybe that was why Chrissy left Hawkins? An unplanned pregnancy, her parents couldn’t have that, of course she glorified her reasoning for leaving when you’d asked telling you she wanted a change of scenery and better for little Edith which was true, she wasn’t really lying because she could have stayed in Hawkins but she wanted better for her daughter than what she was raised with growing up, so yeah she wasn’t lying to you!

Of course you thought that Chrissy and Edith were just the most precious people I mean Chrissy would probably give you the clothes off her back if you’d ask for them and little Edith was just the happiest little baby ever always going a little bashful as she turns to hide her face in her moms chest when you coo at her. You and Chrissy would always let out a little giggle at the way Edith would slowly turn her head to see if you two were still looking at her and when she’d be met with two pairs of eyes she’d let out a giggle as she rubbed her face on the familiar fabric of Chrissy’s sweater.

Today however, Chrissy had to trade in the worn sweater for a button down, she’d told you on the bus about how she had applied for a new job at a company nearby since she wanted to afford to a house instead of the apartment she was staying in where rent seemed to just gobble up her check along with the cost of utilities in the building.

But aside from the fact that she was going to an interview, she didn’t want to soak up any rain as it practically poured down outside.

The rain was a bit lighter when she had gotten down to drop Edith off at daycare, it was still earlier enough that there wasn’t a rush to get back on the bus so she’d managed to spend a few extra minutes with her little girl before she’d head off for the day.

The interview had gone well and Chrissy was pleasantly surprised to get a call back before she’d even made it home.

When she got in the bus you were already there, her shirt had clung to her arms and you could see the way her curls were heavy with water and you gave her an awkward smile moving over so she could sit beside you.

“I forgot my umbrella” she whispers and you watch as she ties her hair up into a tight little knot before clipping it to the back of her head in hopes that by the time you’d reached the daycare it would be dry.

Normally Chrissy would just get down at the daycare and hurry back home without the bus but as she peers out the door she fears that she’s going to be sopping wet when she gets back. She knows that Edith is going to try and cuddle up to her as soon as she picks her up and Chrissy hates that she’s not going to be able to indulge her little girl in her wants all because she forgot her umbrella.

You rummage through your purse for a moment before pulling your umbrella out, “here” you give her a little smile and Chrissys brows furrowed, normally you stop off here to she can’t just let you walk in the rain.

“You won’t take it will you? Fine we’ll both go than” you mutter a bit noticing the bud driver give Chrissy a confused look.

You’re practically dragging her alongside you as she protests, “Chrissy, you’ll get sick if you walk in the rain”

“But you will to?” She’s a bit confused as Edith perks up clapping her hands excitedly as you shut the umbrella.

“I might” you shrug, “but I don’t have a baby, and a new job” Chrissy smiles.

“Why don’t we wait out the rain at the little cafe?” She was pretty sure she got paid today so she could spend her money and cover rent.

“Only if you let me pay” You watch the way Chrissy playfully rolls her eyes, but she agrees.

And maybe that was your first date, or maybe it was the little movie night with Edith she invited you to that was your first date, or the dinner she invited you to that was your first date whoever knows it was probably the first date of many more.

Anywho! I think I’ll write a part two soon…definitely not tonight though, maybe tomorrow!!

#reader insert #x reader #chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham x female reader #Chrissy Cunningham x reader #chrissy x reader #Mom!Chrissy Cunningham #Single mom!Chrissy Cunningham #Single mom!Chrissy Cunningham x reader #Mom!Chrissy Cunningham x reader #Chrissy x fem reader #st4

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littlemissidontcare · 2 years

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This may seem weird, but I'm going to do it. Normally I ask questions and participate in your blog, but today I would like to ask your advice or that of other anonymous… I am 25 years old, I work from home, but I hate my job. I studied a career but I don't work about it , I do it to be at home to take care of my family. I never leave the house, I can go months without going out because my family doesn't like me to. I have no friends, I have no life, I have never dated anyone. I hate my life, but I have to continue to live for my family, otherwise I swear I would end it all. My grandmother is very old and she is very sick, and my mother and aunt are already getting older. I feel that since I was 19 years old I haven't done anything other than caring for people and I feel that my life will never be anything other than that, but I'm not capable of doing anything else. I feel terrible when I have a desire for something else, even if I leave the house I feel guilty for doing so. I have come to feel guilty when I laugh, when I enjoy something, because I feel that I should not be happy when my family is not well. I've been to a psychologist and he made me see that I should have a life of my own, but I can't deal with the guilt, I feel terrible and that's why I didn't come back; Besides, I feel that since I was a child I was raised to help my family when I grew up, if I don't, I feel like I'm disappointing everyone….I don't know what to do. I'm scared, I feel alone, I can't talk to anyone because at home they get upset if I complain about something.

First off, are we the same person? Or can you just read my mind?

Also I’m trying to think of a well thought out response, because I too struggle with this. I’m a nurturer and a people pleaser. Always have been.

But it is true, you need to have a life of your own. It’s cliche, but that saying, “you might as well do what you want because you can’t make everyone happy” or whatever the fuck it is… is true. All my friends are in relationships or pregnant, and I’m a single mom that shares custody of my kid with his dad. I just got shamed the other night by my mother for going out and getting drinks with a group of people. My job isn’t the best $$ wise, but I do enjoy it most of the time. Being an adult is super hard. People either support you or they don’t. There is no in between. And NEVER EVER let anyone make you feel guilty for having a life of your own, or stop you from finding whatever makes you happy. If you want to get a different job, do it. If you want to move away from home, do it. If you want to travel the world, do it. Life is too fucking short to people please or not live your life the way you want because of what others will think or say.

YOU DESERVE TO BE HAPPY. ❤️

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i-cant-read-the-room · 2 months

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I spent more time in foster care than any other place in my childhood. Starting when I was 12 I moved into this foster home where I ended up staying until I aged out. My foster parents are definitely not perfect. The dad was emotionally unavailable to everyone including his wife, and the mom was showing strong symptoms of NPD or bipolar.

For example wants me and my little sister snuck into their bedroom to the cat because the cat was not allowed out of their bedroom. They weren't home at the time. Our foster mom came home early and caught us in her room in the act of petting the cat. She asked why we were down there, and we said because we wanted to put the cat. Obviously we apologized and said we wouldn't do it again. She grounded us. Then when our foster dad got home we could hear them talking, and he asked why we were in their room, and she said "because they wanted to ". She was twisting our words, and she started crying to him, literally sobbing that she felt like her personal space was violated. Then she came to our room and laughed in our faces, literally smirked and Shit like that at us while we apologized. She told us our foster dad was very angry with us, and that we would likely not see the outside of our room for a very long time.

There was a lot of emotional abuse, and manipulation going on in the house. But I will tell you it was by far better than my childhood home. It felt like a paradise because I didn't have to live in fear of being drowned or suffocated. I just had to walk on my toes around peoples feelings. And act like I was always being watched because truthfully I was. I couldn't even pick my nose without getting grounded.

What sucks is my foster dad has an aneurysm, yet he repeatedly flies to St. Croix every Christmas for his and his wife's anniversary. And his wife is in the last stage of Alzheimer's or dementia whichever one it is. Him being the type to not recognize mental illnesses as real illnesses, he constantly scolds her for forgetting things, or completely misunderstanding the topic of a conversation. when she repeats her self he yells at her that she already said that. Recently she's taken to wearing her bathing suit constantly, it's the middle of winter if you are reading this a long time from now. She also wanders outside a lot, and a few days ago she was found wandering the opposite side of our development with no clue who she was or where she lived. Our neighbors threatened to have our foster dad arrested for elder abuse. He knows of her diagnosis, and yet he doesn't think it's real. He said "she just has some trouble remembering things". After he was threatened with legal action, she went outside again and he yelled at her to "get her ass back inside" And he told her she's never allowed to leave the house again. I hope he gets arrested.

I did move out when I was 18 but I ran into some financial struggles after getting pregnant four months after leaving lol. So he let me move back in so long as I pay rent. So I'm worried about reporting him because I can't afford actual apartments. The rent here is really cheap, and I can barely afford it. But I feel like both of them are going to die soon, and that means I will have to find somewhere else to live.

I also just want to say, I hated them both my whole childhood, but seeing my foster mom in the state she is in makes me cry. I would never wish this upon my worst enemy, and my worst enemy is currently going through it. I wish I could talk to her one more time, the way she was before the disease. I wish I had videos of her talking, anything. Before she lost her mind She may have been mean but she was still a human being. Now she is just a human body on auto pilot, and her mind has long since moved on. I am grieving somebody who is still alive and it haunts me. Every time she talks to me I can't do anything except try and leave the situation as quickly as possible because it makes me depressed. is it terrible to say I hope she dies soon? I don't want her to suffer any longer, and our foster dad refuses to put her in a nursing home because it's the "easy way out".

#alzheimers #dementia #elder abuse #foster care

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randomlyritchie · 2 months

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Today in my fasting time I read 1 Kings 12. I usually just read one chapter but the next chapter seemed like it was going to be interesting. And interesting it was. Chapter 13 speaks about a man of God who went & prayed on the altar. God showed him a sign of what was to come. The wicked king tried to come for him & God withered his hand. I just wish that we still could witness things like what happened in the Bible today. Anyway, if you read, you will see that the king’s hand was eventually restored. Here’s where the story got really bleak: The man of God was offered by the king to come back to his house to refresh & get a reward. The man of God said that he was instructed by God not to eat or drink anything in that place. So, he set off on his journey. WELL…some lying behind prophet took it upon himself to go & find this man. He offered the man to come to his house & eat. The man of God told the prophet the same thing he told the king. The prophet LIED to the man of God & told him that an angel spoke to him by the word of the Lord. He led this man to believe that God wanted to come back to his house to eat & drink. So, the man of God does it. This is what happens next…

The rest of the verse says: “brought back.”

I just… first of all…the fact that the prophet came crying (like what are you crying for??? You’re the one who lied on God!) is just beyond me. It’s like, now you wanna cry??? Second of all, I don’t understand why the lying prophet didn’t get punished. The man who came to the altar already seemed like he was teetering on the edge. He said no twice. He probably really was hungry too. I don’t know that I would have trusted the prophet…but I could see how this would happen. I just feel really bad that God let this happen to the man of God. I’m gonna be honest, I tell God that I understand why people don’t follow Him. I know this is Old Testament & we don’t live like this anymore…but it still feels hurtful. Like, how come God didn’t make the prophet’s tongue fall out as soon as he lied??? I feel like modern day life can still feel like this. I’ve actually hated God at different points in my life. I used to feel like I could potentially go to Hell because I was so upset with my life. I now understand that God still loves me…but I still struggle with hatred sometimes. Like, I just really want to be honest. Walking with God is not easy. And it’s situations like this that mess me up in the head. Like, God why? The man was trying to obey you. I feel like some pastors might be really harsh on this man & just focus on his disobedience. I will focus on that in a minute. But as someone who has been to Hell & back, I don’t have the heart to beat people over the head. I know some would ask why I even follow God. It’s because I know He’s real. I also know that He showed up when I was a kid & drew me to Him. I’ve been with God for so long that I don’t feel like I could ever leave Him. Plus, I really do love Him. Nevertheless, I don’t always understand why life just feels so cruel. And how do I honestly explain this to people that also may hate Him? It’s more complicated in my heart than what I’ve ever heard explained at church.

The lesson that I would use as application would be to listen to God against everything. Where the man of God went wrong was to just trust this prophet without praying to God for a sign. God never showed him to trust this man & unfortunately he suffered greatly for it. All I could think about was the TikTok prophets when I was reading this. Because there are a a lot of people claiming to be prophets (or have words from the Lord) on TikTok. Some I can get with & some I have to swipe away from. Some I actually feel like God has spoken to me through. This passage also made me think of the church. You just have to be really careful who you listen to. It’s SO IMPORTANT to be praying & reading your Bible above all else. God takes rank over your pastor. If something is off, you need to be able to discern it. You can’t blindly follow people who claim to be of God. This is how you get burned. Trust me, it’s happened to me before. I’ve also seen shady things happen in congregations. I personally have ALWAYS been leary of prophets, so I still don’t completely internalize most things they say. I usually go pray about it. So, this is long enough now. Just stay close to God. Life is hard & when you get weak it’s so easy to trust in the wrong things. The consequence may not be this brutal, but there may be some kind of drama. I know I even get down on myself for not consistently reading my word for more strength. So, even just the internal condemnation that you can go through. It’s just not worth it. So, these are my thoughts on today’s reading. I hope it makes sense. Happy Sunday! I love you all…even though some of you be testing me (laugh…it’s sarcasm 😝🥰🫶🏾)!

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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years

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Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy?

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

---

After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns.

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants.

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow.

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?"

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives.

"I can try that."

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"

#bnha yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #mha yandere #all might x reader #villain all might #all smite #toshinori yagi x reader

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visionofhope04 · 3 years

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Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

---

It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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rin-itoshi · 3 years

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mc’s departure | obey me

summary: how the brothers would react to MC returning to the human world after a year in the devildom

contains: fluff , angst , ?!!!!&;@;&:idk

♯ LUCIFER

he’s the one to see you off, reminding you of the many things he had taught you so that you’d never forget.

his pride is much too large to admit that he will miss you to death and that he loves you dearly.

after you’re gone, he’s gone for hours at a time, holed up in his room with as much as work as he can take on.

he overworks himself with the intention of getting rid of the heavy emotion on his heart.

everything reminds you of him, even the paper clip on his desk that you had once found under his bed.

he gets easily irritable, feeling rather empty now that you’ve gone and left him alone in this now quiet house.

barely leaves his room, only works.

never cries but gets quite emotional when he finds a belonging you left behind.

♯ MAMMON

he cried every single night up until your departure but never showed you that side of him once

after you left, he cried non-stop, not caring if he looked like a cry baby in front of his brother’s who watched him with pitiful eyes.

once his eyes dried up, he soon never returned home as he partied all day and night.

he forced himself to attend parties after parties in order to forget about you.

it never works because everything reminds him of you.

sometimes he sits in his car and just stares into space, wondering what you’re doing now that you’re back on earth.

literally cannot stand the mention of you or your name or he may break down.

pretends to be okay but can’t go a day without getting upset about your absence.

money soon becomes pointless when he realizes no amount of cash will bring you back to the house of lamentation.

♯ LEVIATHAN

curled up in his bath tub and cried himself to sleep.

stopped leaving his room in general, continuously playing games all day and night.

couldn’t look at his ruri-chan figures because they somehow reminded him of you and how much you used to admire them with him.

every inch of his room has your touch on it and it makes his heart ache painfully.

struggles to attend online school but manages to make it through the day by zoning out in class.

claims he doesn’t care about a normie like you but genuinely misses you

sends you messages, forgetting you can no longer contact him without your D.D.D

writes about how much he misses you on his blog fully aware you’ll never see it.

♯ SATAN

reading. that’s all he does.

he hides in his room and reads every single book he has stacked up along his room, even rereading them if he finished everything.

uses books to get his mind off of you—or more so the lack of you.

will sometimes get excited about a stray cat he sees but stops himself when he realizes he can’t tell you because you aren’t here.

gets angry. a lot.

the smallest things set him off and he can longer feign a smile when he hears your name or anything related to you.

he misses you so much that he wants to tear out his hair and rip apart all these book page by page.

his room is in shambles and he can’t seem to think straight anymore.

♯ ASMODEUS

loses his interest in everything.

forgets his skin care routine and lets himself go without caring about it.

forces himself to go to parties and tries to sleep with someone to feel better but when it fails, he stops sleeping around in general.

like mammon, he doesn’t come home often to avoid seeing the house he had lived in with you happily.

cannot forget about you no matter what he does, and that frustrates him the most.

wishes he had done something to stop you or at least slept beside you one last time.

neglects himself for a while.

♯ BEELZEBUB

poor bby isn’t hungry for once.

can’t seem to eat now that you’re not sitting beside him, giggling about something he had said.

spends a lot of his time doing weight training and exercising to get his mind off of you.

misses all the meals you used to make on the nights you were in charge of cooking.

sometimes forgets you’re not around whenever he’s about to go downstairs to eat dinner.

clings to belphie in hopes to fill the gap in his heart.

accidentally broke down your room door in an angry fit when your absence finally set in.

♯ BELPHEGOR

either he sleeps even more or somehow gets less sleep.

no matter what, he feels sluggish and blank.

locks himself in the attic, almost as if he was never released in the first place.

even though he hated humans, your absence affected him the most after he had grown to love you as a human.

nearly went demon mode on diavolo when he found out that you were being sent back to the human world.

partially wishes he never met you but cherishes his memories with you too much to ever wish for that wholeheartedly.

sleeps in your bed often to hold onto your lingering scent that was fading quickly.

complains to beel that you were nothing but a stupid human who turns their backs on demons like them, but he never means anything he says.

“Why is it so quiet in here?” Diavolo asks as he opens the front door of the House of Lamentation with Barbatos at his side. The man’s golden eyes scanned the entry hall, noticing how it was so eerily dark and quiet that it almost felt like something out of a horror movie. It felt like no one had lived here in over two thousand years. “Hello?”

Upon receiving message from Diavolo, everyone had exited their rooms for the first time in a while, looking like they were dragged through the mud. The state they were in made Diavolo jump with surprise, shocked to find that even Lucifer looked like he was ill. “What happened to you guys?!”

“What is it that you need, Lord Diavolo?” Lucifer asked as he ran a hand through his hair to compose himself a bit in front of the red haired man. “If is nothing important, may I kindly ask you to leave and return another time?”

Diavolo sighed, shaking his head lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what’s up with you guys, but I brought everyone’s favorite person along with me so sing your praises now!”

Mammon huffed, “If ya’ talking about that butler of yours, ain’t nobody care right now! We got bigger things to worry about!”

Barbatos simply smiled, taking no offense to the sly insult thrown his way.

Diavolo cocked a brow in confusion. “What? Of course not! It’s-“

The person stepped out from behind Diavolo, catching the attention of every single male in the room. The seven brother’s choked, staring at the one person they had longed for these past few days.

“[y/n]!” They shouted in unison, practically flying down the stairs to get to you. Mammon was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around your entire body as he tackled you to the floor. The other brother’s climbed on top of you two, hugging you so tightly that you feared this would be where you’d die. “You’re back!”

Diavolo chuckled boisterously. “This is amusing! You lot are acting like you didn’t know they’d return today!” His laugh came to an abrupt stop when he saw the flat expressions coming from each and every brother. “Oh- Did I not inform you?”

“Obviously you didn’t.” Belphegor scoffed with a roll of the eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. “[y/n]...”

“Ya can’t ever leave again! I’ll seriously get angry at ya if this happens again! Ya either go to the human world with me or ya don’t go at all!” Mammon snapped, cupping your cheeks while getting dangerously close to your face to yell at you.

“I’ll severely punish you if you ever leave this manor without giving me a heads up as to where you’re off to. You’re not just an exchange student anymore. You’re special.” Lucifer explained, a panicked glint in his tired eyes as he reached out to pat your head gently with his gloved hand.

Satan sighed, pressing his forehead against your back. “If you leave again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my emotions, so don’t leave.”

The avatar of lust whined loudly, “my beautiful self can’t handle a life without you! Don’t ever go anywhere without me again!” He clutched onto her waist tightly.

“Don’t... Don’t go anywhere.” Leviathan said with a sad frown on his lips as he held your hand, bringing it up to rest against his cheek. “It’s so empty without you.”

“Let’s eat dinner together, [y/n].” Beel suggested, his voice full of emotions as he drooled at the thought of dinner with you.

A million emotions ran through your veins as you sat there, basking in the warmth of their touch. It was overwhelming to receive so much love all at once but it was amazing.

A smile slowly crept onto your lips as you leaned into their touch, enjoying the way they clung to you as if you’d disappear any moment now. “I missed you guys, too.”

“What a lovely reunion!” Diavolo exclaimed happily, snapping a view blurry photos on his D.D.D to send to the group chat later.

After the heartfelt moment, they quickly disappeared upstairs to fix up their appearance before rushing downstairs to the kitchen where you stood. They clung to you like bugs to a light, hounding you about your sudden departure, only to find out that you had gone up there with Diavolo and Barbatos to help the man experience human world activities he had never gotten to try before. Diavolo was sure he had told them that but seeing as they were genuinely distressed, he assumed the message never reached.

Even though they were beyond pissed with Diavolo and his carelessness, they were just glad you were back. Them being here with you really was their idea of a perfect life.

a/n: UH YEA K GOODNIGHT

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caitimetravels · 3 years

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she's insignificant

chapter 6: how's it hanging?

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

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"there he is" y/n pointed towards the plumbing van across the street from the building she had stood in front of just yesterday with klaus and five. luther nodded, heading over first, looking through the window. y/n noticed something was off. "is he.. dreaming?" she frowned, glancing at luther who shrugged. she quickly climbed through the back while luther called out to him.

"five!"

"no!" five shouted in his sleep, brows furrowed in distress. he was having a nightmare. y/n gently reached over and held his shoulders, shaking him awake.

"hey, five" she called softly, and his eyes snapped open, breathing heavily. "hey" she smiled sweetly, watching as he calmed down. luther opened the door, struggling to fit inside.

"you okay?" luther asked when he finally sat down, shutting the door.

"you shouldn't be.. how did you find me?" five got defensive right away. y/n sighed, moving back.

"well.." he nodded at y/n who smiled sheepishly before turning around at the sound of humming.

"klaus?" he was dancing with dolores in the back.

"hey, a little privacy guys, we're really hitting it off back here-" he pretended to frown only for five to yell at him.

"get out!" he chucked a cup at him and klaus used dolores as a shield. "you can't be here! i'm in the middle of something"

"klaus" y/n held her arms out, taking dolores from him. "please, don't do that" her face scrunched in disgust at the thought. she didn't need more of her brothers becoming attached to dolores, one was enough.

"aw, why not, baby sis?" he moved closer, kneeling next to her and leaning on luther's seat. y/n sighed, holding dolores and leaning against five's. "any luck finding your one-eyed man?"

"what is he talking about?" luther looked between them all but five shrugged it of with a wave of his hand, gesturing to klaus.

"does it matter? it's klaus" five sighed, sitting up in his seat. "what do you want luther?"

"um.. so grace may have had something to do with dad's death. so, i need you to come back to the academy, it's important"

"it's important" five mumbled, scoffing. "you have no concept of what's important"

"hey" klaus diverted the attention to himself, "did i ever tell you guys about the time i waxed my ass with chocolate pudding?" he laughed, "it was so painful" he looked at five who turned away to laugh.

"what are you still doing here?" luther turned in his seat to look at klaus.

"what? i-what i need an excuse to hang out with my family?"

"well, we're trying to have a serious conversation here" luther gestured between him and five. y/n sighed, why was everyone so doubtful of klaus? he was just trying to help.

"and i'm incapable of being serious- is that what you're saying?" klaus held his hands to his chest, looking hurt.

"luther's got a point, you should get out" five sighed,

"what?" klaus looked at him in betrayal before looking at y/n. "baby sis, you want me here, right?"

"wanting you here and being able to hold a serious conversation are different things klaus" she shook her head in amusement. he frowned, "come on, let's go" she set dolores down before climbing to the side door of the van beside klaus.

"what? you're coming with me?" klaus smiled, cheering as he climbed out to.

"where are you going?" luther asked, looking at her in disbelief.

"you gestured to only you and five, luther. besides, klaus is more fun than you two. come get us when you're done fighting" she rolled her eyes.

"y/n-" five tried before sighing as she shut the door.

"so, why'd you come with, anyways?" klaus linked his arm with y/n, heading towards the convenience store across the road.

"i don't like the way they treat you" she sighed, patting his shoulder in sympathy. "let's get some food" he grinned as they reached the door to the store, splitting up to look through different aisles. it wasn't long before klaus held a handful of stuff he definitely couldn't afford. she snorted as he tried to run out, a police officer following him.

"hey bitches!"

"dumbass" she rolled her eyes, picking up a coffee she had made in the corner before taking a lollipop and some chips. she closed her eyes, disappearing and reappearing in the van, behind five. she placed the coffee down in the middle, neither five nor luther noticing her yet. she pulled the wrapper off the lollipop, sucking on it.

they all watched klaus run across the road, almost getting hit with a cab. "out of the way, asshole!" he shouted.

"amateur" y/n scoffed as the officer caught up to him. five and luther turned to her in surprise.

"i'm starting to wonder if that was the wisest decision" five watched him drop his things, looking at y/n who shrugged.

"i got you a coffee?" she smiled innocently, holding it up.

as luther went to collect klaus, y/n hung back, moving to sit beside five. "hey.." she faced him fully, watching as he continued to stare out at the building. "are you sure you're alright?"

"i'm fine" he denied, not looking over.

"then look me in the eyes and tell me that" she scoffed, before sighing and twirling her lollipop in her hand, staring intently at it. "five, i know you've been through a lot alone but.. you're not alone anymore. we're here- i'm here to help you now.. all you have to do is let me"

he finally turned to face her, expression softening. "i've done more than you think and.. i don't want you getting hurt in the process. like i said if i need help.. you're the first person i'd ask"

"really?" she raised an eyebrow, pausing to stare at him now. "i don't believe you" he sighed, annoyed.

"you don't have to, but i would ask you first, you're most capable"

"you're just saying that because i told you about dolores" she stuck her lollipop back in her mouth and crossed her arms, childishly.

there was a pause, "how.. how did you do it? i saw you there how were you-" he gestured a hand to the mannequin.

"at first i trained with dad and i.. i couldn't reach you, no matter how hard i tried" she begun softly, looking back down at her hands. "then one day i just.. did. but you walked right through me and i- i didn't know what to do. i tried so hard to talk to you but you kept going right through me. i tried to touch you but my hand went right through and i touched dolores instead. i don't know how or why but.. it felt like a part of me was torn off" she shivered, hating the feeling that came with it. "i don't know why but i lied to dad, i told him i couldn't find you. he dismissed me, said training was over forever. so i studied instead, i failed and failed to reach you again and i studied physics and probability, anything to help you get back. one day i did find you again but i couldn't move, i couldn't do anything. you were reading vanya's book but it wasn't out yet, i saw your equations and your wagon.. i realised i was dolores later when you spoke to me, i was seeing through her eyes"

five stayed quiet, watching her intently. "i didn't get to see anymore, klaus and diego thought i was dying" she laughed bitterly, "i didn't find you again for a while and when i did you actually saw me.. as me and not dolores. well, you know obviously know what happened then.. but i kept seeing things in my dreams, i saw you, the things you did, i saw you grow up. it was.. weird but i think it was dolores"

y/n sighed, reaching a hand out and opening the door. "i'll leave you to-"

"i meant it, you know?" five cut her off, frowning as he was now facing away from her again. "when i said you were the most trustworthy.. the strongest"

a small smile graced her face. "i know"

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"do you really think mom would hurt dad?" they all sat around watching the tape on the tv screen except five who had refused to come.

"you haven't been home in a long time, vanya, maybe you don't know grace anymore" luther argued,

y/n sighed, "mom didn't have any intentions like that. she was definitely normal that day"

"if he was poisoned, it would have shown in the coroner's report" diego eyed luther, standing beside y/n.

"yeah, well, i don't need a report to show what i can see with my own eyes" luther gestured to the screen, hell bent on blaming someone for this.

"maybe all that low gravity in space messed with your vision" diego nodded, unconvinced and moved forwards, going back in the tape. "look closer, dad has his monocle, mom stands up, monocle gone"

"oh yeah" klaus grinned, shaking his bag of chips.

"she wasn't poisoning him, she was taking it. to clean it" something was off. y/n eyed them all carefully.

"then where is it?" luther turned the tape off, looking at him. "no, i've searched the house, including all of her things, she doesn't have it"

"that's because i took it from her.. after the funeral" diego admitted, holding one of his knives. y/n frowned, they were going to fight.

"you've had the monocle this whole time? what the hell diego?!" allison uncrossed her arms, staring at him incredulously.

"give it to me!" luther demanded, moving forwards and holding a hand out.

"i threw it away" diego shrugged, still fiddling with his knife.

"you what?" allison laughed in disbelief, how could he? she raised her glass of alcohol to her lips.

"look, i knew that if you found it on mom, you'd lose your shit. just like you're doing right now" diego stood straight, pointing his knife towards luther.

"diego, you're such-" diego got into a fighting position, hands ready for round two.

"no, calm down" vanya interrupted, "look, i know dad wasn't exactly an open book but i do remember one thing he said. mom was, well, designed to be a caretaker but also as a protector"

"what does that mean?" allison asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"she was programmed to intervene if someone's life was in jeopardy" y/n realised, catching on to where vanya was going with this.

"well, if her hardware is degrading then.. we need to turn her off" luther suggested and diego immediately disagreed.

"woah, woah, woah, woah wait, she's not just a vacuum cleaner you can throw in a closet, she feels things, i've seen it-"

"she just stood there, diego, and watched out father die!" luther gestured to the screen again, trying to prove his point.

"i'm with luther" allison sighed, fiddling with her glass.

"surprise, surprise" diego sneered, everyone looking over at her.

"shut up" she snapped before they looked at vanya.

"i-i don't-"

"yeah, she shouldn't get a vote" diego threw his hands up, believing that she was going to go against him.

"i was going to say that i agree with you" she glared at him.

"okay, she should get a vote" he then turned on klaus. "what about you stoner boy? what've you got?"

"oh, so what? you need my help now?" he rolled his eyes, "well, get out of the van klaus. oh, well, welcome back to the van!"

"what van?" allison looked between them all.

"we're not shutting mom down!" y/n shut down any more talking. they looked over at her. she looked disappointed and angry. "i thought we said no more fighting" she crossed her arms, looking pointedly at luther.

"exactly! i'm with y/n and diego because screw you" klaus glared at luther and diego pointed klaus nodding. "and if ben were here, he'd agree with me" there was pause before klaus hissed at the couch.

"so, that's four to two" diego held up his fingers.

"it's not final yet" allison argued, "klaus doesn't count, he's high and drunk"

"what?" diego glared at her, hands falling.

"and five's not here yet. the whole family has to vote, we owe each other that"

"right" luther nodded and vanya agreed.

y/n scoffed, "we owe each other? we don't owe each other shit" diego agreed, "all i wanted was my family back, no more fights. if we really owe each other the least you could is that" they all watched silently as she left.

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a young diego ran down the hallway, suit only half on. he wore his button up shirt, tie and sweater vest over the top. he disappeared through a doorway as allison rushed down the stairs.

"come on luther!" she called through a doorway at the bottom before rushing the way diego had come. reginald walked out and stood in the hallway.

"how will the umbrella academy ever become an effective crime deterrent if we can't even leave the house on time for missions?" he yelled out so that all of them would hear.

"behind you" luther called, jumping past reginald to scurry down the hall. allison searched through her draws hastily, chucking clothes onto the floor around her.

"i can't find my domino mask" she rushed back only to be stopped by grace who held it out.

"it needed a little bit of tlc after the last mission" she smiled as allison took it, thanking her. grace walked out and down the hall, stopping at luther's room first where he was currently doing push ups.

"ready to go?" she received a thumbs up before she continued walking.

"where's my knives?" diego shouted, rushing through the house at the other end of the hallway. grace stopped in front of vanya's room where she was practicing her violin.

"sounds beautiful, vanya" she complimented with a soft smile.

"thanks mom"

grace then walked to klaus' room where he was jumping on his bed, grinning and laughing at the chest of drawers on fire. "oh, klaus" she scolded, putting the fire out.

"thank you, mother" he smiled, hoping off his bed. she shook her head with a small grin.

"boys will be boys"

ben rushed down the hallway next, hand fiddling with his zip. "oh, ben" she gently stopped him.

"it-its stuck" he tried to pull it up again. grace softly fixed it for him before letting him go. "guys! wait for me" he called as he ran off.

grace paused outside diego's room, hearing him practice his speech, trying to get over his stutter.

"don't m-m-m" he struggled to get the word out. grace walked in, smiling and placing her hands on his shoulders.

"remember, diego. just picture the word in your mind" he breathed out, nodding before trying again.

"d-don't m-m.. d-don't m.. don't m-move" grace gasped, happy.

"you did it!" she grinned, touching a hand to his cheek. "i'm so proud of you"

someone cleared their throat in the doorway, interrupting. there stood reginald and beside him y/n. diego watched as he smile faded at her father's cough. she had been happy for him too.

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angry-geese · 3 years

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For Myself

Sukuna x Reader

Warnings: nsfw mention. mention of violence, blood, injury, and cannibalism. implied murder. starts off kind of dark but gets fluffier towards the end. gn!reader.

obligatory warning for my poor editing skills. if theres any egregious errors i'll get to them when i get home from work

Summary: some fluff where Sukuna comforts the reader while they're sick

Word Count: 2.4k

He's certain you would be more comfortable in his lap than on the floor. Even as he beckons you to sit, you refuse, turning your gaze away. You adjust your position to a more comfortable spot on your knees. The floor is hard and cold, but you don't have much longer to wait anyway. Sukuna has grown bored of the man standing in front of him. A peace offering, in exchange for not razing their village. A young woman, brought here against her own will. Her life to replace yours. It's nothing Sukuna wants, nor can he make use of her. She’s no sorcerer, likely no good in a fight, and too frail to be worth eating.

Worst of all, it insults you.

An insult to you, is an insult to Sukuna himself.

The man was only delaying the inevitable. Humans have a habit of doing that. They’re resilient, like cockroaches. You can squash, poison, trap, or drop a nuke on as many as you want to, but they’ll always come back.

He planned on killing him from the moment he stepped foot in the door.

And when he kills him, he makes sure to have the woman watch. She lays curled at your feet as you regard them both with cold eyes. Not a scream passes her lips. She’s either frozen with fear, or knows that moving is the worst thing she can do.

She begs for her life.

Sukuna leaves it up to you to decide.

It was an insult to you, after all. In a past life you could see yourself letting her go. There's many things in life you used to do that are no longer habits of yours. You were in her shoes years ago. Time has hardened you, made you cruel. If a past version of you could look at you now, you don't know if you’d recognize yourself. Not all change is bad. People are meant to change, and they’re going to do so.

You give her a minute to start running. After that, it's up to Sukuna with what he wants to do with her.

She takes the opportunity, thinking she has a chance to survive, and flees. The guards and servants let her. Your word is second to Sukuna’s. The only person who could overturn an order put in place by you is Sukuna himself. He usually doesn't. The resulting chaos from anything you do is good entertainment. And he has all the time in the world. Being immortal leads to a lot of boredom.

Sukuna would hunt her down before she could escape the estate.

Nobody got away from him. Not even you. Nowadays you’re much less serious about leaving but you still threaten it if he dares piss you off.

He'd never let you go. You know that. Try as you will, you're never getting free.

Not that you have anything to go back to. And you're rather comfortable here. Comfortable may be a bit of a stretch, but you're housed, fed, and protected. The basic human needs are taken care of. Sukuna cares about you in his own, twisted way. You may have first been just a plaything to keep his stomach full and his balls empty—a toy to be discarded after a day or two—but you've earned a place by his side. He wakes up next to you, he goes to sleep next to you. He's grown used to having you around. And you to him.

You're just as much his, as he is yours.

Everything about the man is selfish, and all-consuming. But when he is with you, he finds himself giving for the first time in his life.

He gets a servant to draw him a bath. He has the decency to scrub the blood off before finding you, and asking you to join him. His bloodied kimono is replaced with a clean one. It's black, the sleeves are wide enough to accommodate his four arms. Blood doesn't bother you, but he doesn't want to track it all over his house.

Something is wrong.

He doesn't remember you getting hurt, but you’re acting like you’re injured. He thinks back to this morning, how he had to drag you out of bed. How sluggish you acted.

Worry creases itself between his eyebrows.

Your mortality was something he knew of, but never gave much thought. There was no need to. The mortality of others was something he didn't care about. You weren't supposed to be kept long. You were merely a sacrifice, meant to appease Sukuna, and in turn he wouldn't raze your village. While young, and pretty, not good enough to save your people. He planned on fucking you, burning your village to the ground, then eating you. Not necessarily in that order, but that was the plan.

He's taken everything from you. Your home, your life, your family. Even as you were forced to face your fate, you never gave in, never lost your bite. You defied him and lived. You had a malicious streak in you. You were never as sweet and as innocent as the people of your village first played you up to be. Years later you still put up the same fight. It's a constant back and forth between you two.

You’d never be able to hurt him. As much as you'd scratch and bite, you'd never so much as draw blood. Harming the King of Curses was not an easy task.

His 'love' was much more material at first. As you got settled down, survived more than a week, gifts appeared. Jeweled hair pins and beautiful, expensive kimonos appeared. All made just for you. He'd never admit to being behind it. You were not complacent, but you were comfortable. You were his spoiled pet. That didn't stop you from clawing at his eyes whenever he picked you up when you didn't want to be touched. Being spoiled didn't make you nice.

None of his pets have lasted quite as long as you have. At least eight times the trees of his estate have shriveled and turned brown in winter, and the ground has hardened with frost. At least eight times they've bloomed and have had the life of spring breathed back into them, and the ground has thawed and turned muddy. You just did what you had to in order to survive. You've more than just survived. Some would say you’ve thrived. You would beg to differ. If you were the begging type.

He still views you as a pet. You’re human after all. Though sometimes it feels like you’re becoming more curse than human. Being viewed as an equal to him is impossible, but he values you. You're not something that can easily be replaced.

His hand touches your shoulder from behind. You don't flinch. You used to flinch. Then you started swinging. You're never able to hurt him. You're strong, but not that strong.

"She was far too frail to eat," you say, "I assumed you didn't want to keep her for that."

You don't eat human meat. Or try not to. Early on in your stay, before you knew better… It wasn't pork. Uraume was a wonderful cook, but not for anything you ate. Personally it's not your thing. Non-human meat is hard to come by around here, so you’ve stopped eating the stuff altogether. If you wanted it, Sukuna would make a servant get it for you, but you are content without it.

"You made the right call." He says. You always do.

He slips beside you, watching as you remove the intricate pins from your hair. You always loved your hair. Even at your darkest moment you took great care of it. It was a source of pride for you.

A wave of nausea rolls over you. Sweat beads in your hairline, rolling down your back, under the thin fabric of your—his—robe. You have little need for clothes. It doesn't get that cold here. Sukuna tears them off you anyway. Covering yourself up isn't necessary, but you do it out of modesty, and a sense of normalcy. You protest as he pulls at the fastenings of your robe, the flimsy fabric pooling at your feet. You have no plans on getting wet, you’d much rather go to bed. You’re tired, and you don't want to be bothered.

The tub is large enough to fit several of you. You guess it's fitting. The man is huge. He settles into the water behind you, pulling you to his chest. Try as you will, you’re not going to be able to struggle out of his grip. You’re too tired to put up much of a fight, though you do complain.

One of his sets of arms wraps around you, effectively trapping you in place. The other pulls a washcloth from the side of the tub, into the water with you. As much as you hate to admit it, the warm water feels nice against your sore muscles.

Sukuna is not a sentimental man. But with the way his hands trace across your skin, soft, lovingly, like he’s reading a book of braille, makes you think otherwise. He doesn't leer at the curves of your body like he normally does. His eyes scan across your body, looking for any sign of injury.

When he deems you clean enough, and your skin has turned a nice shade of pink from the hot water, he lets you go. You're the first to get out, drying yourself off. You never realized how cold the room was before.

He hauls you into his arms. You do little to protest, which worries him.

The King of Curses has no need for sleep. The bed mostly serves for asthetic purposes, though he's not opposed to fucking you across any flat surface, you seem to favor softer ones.

Much like the tub, his bed is large enough to fit several of you. You feel dwarfed by its size. The man is huge, he needs a bed to fit. You could sprawl out as wide as possible and never have any of your limbs hanging over the sides.

He follows you, silent.

He can't recall ever letting any of his pets share his bed before. Some have tried. Tried. He can't recall any of them surviving as long as you have, either. He finds himself irritated at the thought of anything bad ever happening to you.

He doesn't join you in bed.

He doesn't need sleep the same way humans do. He can, but if he were to decide not to, it would bring no harm to him. He used to never dream. It was something he did, back when he was human, but that time has long passed. But whenever he dreamed, he’d wake up next to you. Experiences like that made him realize just why humans like to sleep so much. Before he never woke up rested; he was never tired in the first place.

You shove the covers aside and crawl underneath. They smell like him. He snubs out the candle burning on the side table with his index finger and thumb. Though it's dark, there’s enough light in the room to make out his much-larger form.

You shiver, although sweat forms along your skin in a thin sheen. Sukuna knows it's not cold. He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. The back of his hand presses to your forehead. You’re burning up.

You were warm before, but he thought it was because of the bath. He’s not really sure what to do. It's rare moments like these that he's forced to face your mortality. He knows you're fragile—compared to him—but he can't bear the thought of something bad happening to you.

One of his large hands moves to cup your cheek. It's just as warm as your forehead. The pad of his thumb runs across your cheekbone.

"Stay with me." You say. You stretch your arms out towards him, making grabbing motions with your hands.

You’re not one to beg. Even when faced with death, you look it straight in the eyes. Call it bravery, or lack of self preservation. He admired that about you. You ignored your mortality because it did not matter to you.

“What's the matter, pet?”

“I don't feel too good.” You say.

Though he doesn't say it, he can tell.

“I’ll get Uraume-”

“No,” your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him back towards your chest, “no. I’m okay.”

He settles down beside you in bed, on top of the covers. When he opens his arms, you go right into them. He makes sure to keep the blankets tucked around you. Sukuna runs warm naturally. You huddle close to him, trying to steal his warmth. Though your face feels abnormally warm, you shiver. His much larger body lays partially on top of yours, his head resting on your chest, ear pressed to your skin. He can hear your heartbeat. Steady, and alive. Something low in your chest rattles when you breathe.

He should get a servant to bring you water, or some tea. It occurs to him how little he knows about the mundane things humans do to make themselves feel better. Not that he ever needed to care. In all the years you’ve been by his side, he’s never seen anything like this happen. He can't decide, and instead calls for both. If you need medicine, he’ll get that too, but you don't seem to be at that point. Uraume knows more about humans than he does. He’s no doctor, but he’ll work. If he asks you, you’ll just say you’re fine.

He holds the cup up to you, beckoning you to drink. The glass is cold against your lips. Even as your hands wrap around it, he doesn't let it go. He sets the empty glass on the side table with a soft thunk.

His large hand smoothes over your head, brushing your hair out of your eyes. His nails feel nice against your scalp. Nothing about the man is soft, but when he’s left alone with you, moments like this are bound to happen. You allow yourself to be pet. The heat, combined with the weight of his body, threatens to lull you off to sleep. The ache in your joints keeps you from doing so.

When he kisses you, you taste like a curse.

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sparklysung · 3 years

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✨SWALLOW YOUR WORDS – l.d.h.✨

pairing – lee donghyuck x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, enemies to lovers!au

warnings – switch!donghyuck, switch!reader, lap dance, cumming in pants, grinding, dry humping, cum eating, hair pulling (giving and receiving), spanking, mirror sex, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), degradation, dirty talk, bondage (belt), possessiveness (i guess?)

word count – 6.043 words

summary – it only took a couple of words to make the blood boil in your veins and being the competitive individual you are, you had to prove lee donghyuck, your all-time enemy, wrong.

note – not my best, probably could've done better, but oh well. also this was frkng hard to write, damn, and i may have changed things a bit? BUT, i think it's better like this so… hope you enjoy! btw, i got the idea while reading this, so go check it out –it's good–.

taglist – @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername

another friday night wasting your time at some random classmate’s party. you were everything but happy to be there. you didn’t even want to go there in the first place, only finding yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, drink in hand and an ugly scowl adorning your face, because of your annoying best friend.

“hey, i get it, you didn’t wanna come here when you could have been peacefully sleeping in the comfort of your room, but come on, at least try to have some fun. you’re already here anyway.” eunbin –aka your annoying best friend– said, pouting her lips in a failed attempt of looking cute.

you kind of felt bad for her, you suppose it wasn’t exactly easy to deal with your lazy ass. but still, she was supposed to love you and appreciate you just the way you were.

and most of the time she did, just not in this specific situation.

“this isn’t fun at all, i just wanna go home. there’s nothing in here for me at all.”

you brought the red plastic cup to your lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid eunbin had mixed for you. you weren’t lying, there really wasn’t anything that would make you want to stay, only a few friends of yours getting drunk somewhere in the big house you were currently in.

“come on, please, stay for me,” eunbin fake cried, and for a moment you thought she was going to give up and let you go. “in a bit the guys are gonna play something fun! we should join them, please?” as her last resort, she looked at you with puppy eyes. she was playing dirty and she knew it, you both knew you couldn’t resist them.

giving in with an exasperated sigh, you jumped off the counter to get yourself another drink from the bar in the living room. you were minding your own business until you heard him, the last person you wanted to see at the moment.

“so, i’m telling you guys, she was literally begging me to fuck her, she even moaned while sucking me off–,” donghyuck’s obnoxious voice filled your ears, making you roll your eyes. he was surrounded by a couple of other guys you didn’t know so well but were sure you had seen them before around campus hanging out with him.

“shut up already, dongdong, no one wants to hear it.” you interrupted, walking past him and towards the half empty bottle of vodka on the bar counter.

the group of boys stopped abruptly, all of them turning to look at you, ready for the scene that was going to take place in matter of minutes. donghyuck’s attention also turned to you, biting back a triumphant smirk with a raised eyebrow. he could see past you so he didn’t mind the mocking nickname you used; he could tell you were trying to irritate him enough to make him go away. but he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. he had been eyeing you all night, trying to find ways to get under your skin to catch your attention. and finally, after staying at a safe distance for a while to not spark suspicions, he got what he wanted.

“why so feisty, babe.” the cocky smirk he gave you just made your blood boil, the growing desire to punch it off his pretty face only getting stronger the more you stared at him.

“don’t you get tired of talking shit all day?” you barked, eyes trained on his body while pouring yourself a good amount of alcohol.

you were certainly going to need a lot of liquid courage to get through the night.

“you boast about girls begging for you but i think you’re just trying to hide the fact that you’re the one who has to beg to get laid.”

“i don’t beg, baby.” you rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘sure’. “also, if you’re jealous of me fucking other girls you just had to say it. i wouldn’t be against giving it to you instead.” the stupid wink he threw at you made your body shake in anger, already fed up with the conversation.

“you wish, asshole.”

“actually, i do.”

donghyuck was so fucking annoying, always teasing you and never leaving you alone. your personalities clashed constantly resulting in fights filled with screams and curses, sometimes to the extent of interrupting the class and getting the two of you kicked out of it. he enjoyed watching you struggle and suffer due to his awful pranks, so you were his favorite target. you couldn’t even have a proper date with anyone because he made sure to mess it up either by scaring the crap out of the guy or sabotaging your plans. he almost completely ruined your love life and cockblocked you forever.

you did not get along and everyone knew it.

although eunbin thought it was pure sexual tension and you just needed to get your frustrations off of you with a good fuck.

it wasn’t though.

or was it?

“let’s go hang out with the guys,” your best friend nudged your arm excitedly and you sighed, not feeling like playing anything with them. every time you decided to give in and take part in ‘something fun’ with the guys, it always ended up with you either in trouble or scarred for life.

you had a bad feeling about this all.

“ugh, fine.” she cheered and pulled you through the crowd of drunk people until you reached the basement.

the sound of laughter and screams drowned the music blasting upstairs, there were empty bottles of alcohol sprawled all over the floor and tables and a circle of people in the middle of the room. both of you joined the group with you sitting between eunbin and mark, a close friend of yours that you sadly shared with donghyuck. while you casually chatted and played around with the boy, happily laughing the night away, you could feel a pair of eyes burn holes into your skull. you didn’t have to look up to know who those eyes belonged to, as said person wasn’t even trying to dissimulate.

and by said person you meant donghyuck.

donghyuck hated the way you leaned on mark’s body, how you let his friend rest his head on top of yours and wrap his arm around your waist.

he was jealous, really jealous of your close friendship with the older boy.

mark and you had been friends for a long time now and you could even consider him your best friend, so you were comfortable around each other. you usually hugged, held hands and cuddled, he was used to you wearing his clothes –half of your closet were stolen hoodies that once belonged to him–, he even had a spare change of clothes in his room just in case you decided to drop by for an improvised sleepover. so it wasn’t surprising when sometimes when the two of you hung out on your own, people –even your friends in common– mistook you as a couple.

and the idea of you two dating made donghyuck feel sick to the stomach.

“we’re playing truth or dare, who wants to start?” seoyeon, one of your friends, spoke while looking around for someone to volunteer.

“i’ll go.” lucas raised his hand and everyone nodded, not minding.

the game went smoothly for a while and eventually, the more alcohol everybody drank, the crazier things got. mark ended up getting dared to lick whipped cream off of yuta’s chest and xiaojun had to cross-dress and dance on a table. everything was fine, you hadn’t been picked by anyone yet so you were pretty much having fun just enjoying the show.

until someone called your name.

“y/n, truth or dare?” jaehyun asked with a smirk.

he had an evil glint on his eyes making you feel suspicious. you knew you couldn’t choose truth or else everyone would make fun of you for being a pussy. and jaehyun just knew you well enough to know you weren’t going to let that happen.

you weren’t one to back down.

still, the way he stared at you made an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.

what could he possibly have in mind?

“dare.”

seems like your gut feeling was right after all.

“give hyuck a lap dance,” jaehyun said immediately after the words left you mouth, making everyone in the room shake, some in excitement and some –you– in anger. donghyuck wasn’t expecting to take part in the dare, but he really wasn’t complaining either. “thank me later babe,” his shit-eating grin only adding fuel to the fire.

fuck.

just as eunbin, donghyuck could sense the sexual tension. and unlike you, he acknowledged it.

but for him it wasn’t just that.

you two had known each other –or at least acknowledged each other's existence– for a few years now, since high school. he was forced to see you almost every day at school, so, naturally, fondness for you started growing slowly in his chest. but it wasn’t until you both left for college that your ‘enemies’ label was established.

and if someone thought he may possibly like you, they were damn right.

he did.

it all started during freshman year, when he tried to befriend you during one of the classes you shared. you seemed irritated by his advances and wanted him away from you, so after a few attempts of softening your heart, he resolved that the only way to stay close to you was annoying the hell out of you.

childish? yeah. he cared? not really.

“come here, babe.” donghyuck tongued the inside of his cheek, a smirk forming on his lips. as he saw the grim look on your face, he sprawled his legs, patting his toned thigh invitingly, eager to get things started.

the look jaehyun gave you had ‘you’re not backing down, are you?’ written all over.

“shit, i hate jaehyun, why did he have to do me dirty like that?” you mumbled angrily to eunbin and she just laughed, finding the situation way funnier than you.

“maybe tonight won’t be as boring as you thought? maybe you’ll end up getting laid.” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you only scoffed, “shut up, dumbass.”

“why did you have to do me like that, huh?!” you almost screamed at the older, taking a mental note to beat him up later. he just shrugged and threw you a wink, “asshole.”

mark patted your back to help you relax, he could see you weren’t exactly happy about your dare.

“come on, which song would you like, my lady?” lucas asked, scrolling through his spotify for suiting songs.

“or nah!” yangyang answered before you could even open your mouth. just as you were about to ask for a less sexual song, cheering erupted through the room.

everyone was pumped, adrenaline running through their veins and pushing them to do stupid stuff they would probably regret the next day after waking up hungover. and things just took a rather interesting turn, so they obviously were excitedly awaiting the next series of events.

yay, more stupid memories to regret later.

on the other hand, donghyuck was as doomed as you. he knew the song well, he knew the lyrics by heart but what he didn’t know was if he could control himself with you basically dry humping him in front of a bunch of people to the rhythm of it.

he wasn’t sure it was a great idea.

as soon as you got up to complete the dare, you heard cheering and clapping. and you weren’t going to lie, you wanted to throw yourself out of a window.

breathing deeply in an attempt of relaxing to just get it over with, you made your way towards donghyuck until you were standing a few feet in front of him.

as the music started playing, you started moving. running your finger on the surface of his clothed shoulder, you walked slowly around him, like a predator circling its prey. he tried not to follow your movements, already getting anxious by your closeness and nervously waiting for your next move.

i’ma smoke this joint then i’ma break you off.

i’d be lying if i said you ain’t the one.

you pushed his legs open and settled between them. your hands rubbed his thighs teasingly, fingers drawing closer to his crotch but not quite getting there. you took your sweet time feeling him up, softly scratching his strong arms and leaving red trails behind. donghyuck was so into it, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him so much that his pants were already starting to feel tight.

heard you not the type that you take home to mom.

is we fuckin’ when we leave the club or nah?

i ain’t spendin’ cash for nothin’ i wanna see you take it off.

and oh how he wanted to see you take it off. all night he couldn’t take his eyes off of your figure, you looked really good in the outfit eunbin had chosen for you.

so good it was almost making him drool.

you sat on his lap, hands going to caress his toned chest and stomach. it was well-known that donghyuck exercised frequently, but it still surprised you. he felt so good you had to bite your lip to prevent a sound from coming out.

when you shifted to sit closer to him, his hands flew to your hips and you could tell his intention was to move them lower to grope your ass, but you weren’t having it.

do you like the way i flick my tongue or nah?

you can ride my face until you’re drippin’ cum.

“if you try to touch me again, i’ll tie you up,” you said with a sweet smile plastered on your face, grabbing him by the wrists and harshly dropping them away from you. donghyuck let out a startled gasp at that, obviously not expecting your attitude. with his hands twitching to grasp anything, he went to grip tightly the sides of the chair.

can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?

can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

your hips ground against his crotch at such a slow pace that donghyuck was having trouble not pushing you down on him faster. he was getting embarrassingly hornier as seconds passed and wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, even with his friends’ eyes on you both.

donghyuck tried so hard to restrain himself from touching you. he wasn’t one to follow orders, but he tried just for you, he really did.

i’m not the type to call you back tomorrow.

but the way you wrappin’ ‘round me is a prob.

and everything was fine until you kissed him. synchronized gasps filled the room, the sudden show of affection confusing everybody. not even your intoxicated self could understand what the hell were you doing nor who you were doing it with. his breath got stuck in his throat, heart thumping against his chest at an alarming rate. his hands almost tried to bring you closer, but he realized what he was doing on time to stop himself.

he finally broke down when your mouth sucked on his tongue, making his hips grind up against yours unconsciously as his hands grabbed you by your waist, pressing your body flush against his.

that was it.

“you asked for it,” your movements came to a stop as you took off your black leather belt, sticking to your threat of tying him up if he didn’t quit it.

pussy so good, i had to save that shit for later.

took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table.

“oh shit,” donghyuck stirred under you trying to get out of the situation.

this couldn’t be happening.

“no, please,” he whimpered as you fastened the belt until it was wrapped tightly around his wrists, locking his arms behind his back. your audience was unable to hold in their surprise, some mouths falling open. he fought against the restraints to no avail, desperate to free himself, “please, let me go,” he cried out quietly, not wanting the other occupants in the room to hear him.

“stop complaining or else i’ll also gag you,” you spat harshly in his ear, done with his attitude, and he swallowed hard. as you nibbled on his lobe, you felt a strong sense of confidence. it made your chest swell in pride to see the usual big mouth jerk with a smug grin constantly attached to his face falling apart under your touch.

seems like he was the one to beg, after all.

you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, making sure to press harder against the sensitive tip of his cock, which was already leaking precum. although you weren’t an expert, you’d given a fair share of lap dances, so you knew what you were doing.

and donghyuck could certainly tell.

don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.

take it for a real one.

you gon’ get it all.

“whose bitch are you now, huh?” donghyuck couldn’t speak properly, way too hot and bothered for his brain to come up with any smart-ass response.

you tsked disapprovingly at his lack of response.

“when i ask you a question, you answer.” your fingers tangled in his hair and with a harsh tug you forced him to look up. donghyuck was dazed, lips swollen from you biting on them, eyes glassy from arousal, and mind clouded with lust.

“yours.” he whimpered quietly, forgetting momentarily about your audience.

“good boy.”

you loved how easy it was for you to break him and leave him wanting more, to have him so putty in your hands. specially since hearing comments of other female classmates about donghyuck teasing them almost till the brim of tears was part of your day-to-day life. it felt like you were getting revenge for all of them, so you were enjoying it a lot more than anyone could imagine.

your plump lips trailed down the length of his neck, leaving wet kisses along his honey-like skin, and he threw his head back to give you more access. as you licked, sucked and bit the flesh, donghyuck could hear his heartbeat loud over the music. he usually wouldn’t let a girl suck hickeys on his skin, but the idea of you marking him while everyone watched was rather exciting.

he swore the seconds passed slower than usual. you were just halfway through the song but he didn’t know if he could survive any longer.

donghyuck felt light-headed and painfully aroused, and he wasn’t going to last long if you kept kissing him and moving your hips the way you were.

“i’ma go as far as you let me,” your movements became slower to tease him, making the poor boy want to cry in agony. his jeans felt way too tight to be comfortable and he hoped everyone could just leave you two alone to take it off.

“shit, please,” donghyuck’s eyes closed, head falling forward and hanging low as drops of sweat slid down his forehead. the room felt like an oven and he didn’t know if it was a result of the significant amount of people in such a small space, the alcohol, his choice of clothing or your body pressed closely against his.

probably the latter.

girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?

can i bring another bitch? let’s have a threesome.

“keep saying you’re a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?” you quietly sang along, pulling his face closer by his hair and grinding down on him harder.

donghyuck was going crazy, he had never expected you to be so sexy, to behave so dirtily. but he loved it, and by the prominent tent in his pants, everybody could tell he was in for the ride of his life.

you’s a ride-or-die chick, you with this shit or nah?

say you not a side bitch, you all-in or nah?

you gon’ make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?

you brought him in for a hot kiss that left his head spinning.

donghyuck was growing restless as his climax neared, he was so close he could almost taste it. he couldn’t remember when the last time he got so close to cumming only from some teasing was.

everything was happening so quickly he wasn’t able to stop himself before giving in to the pleasure.

“h-holy fuck,” with a shaky moan that you swallowed, donghyuck shot his load, staining the crotch of his dark jeans. you could feel the wetness seeping through the piece of clothing and dampening your bottoms. his hips gave a few more sloppy thrusts, legs shaking weakly and cock twitching from the confines of his jeans, before falling limp on the chair.

or nah.

as the song ended, he came down from his high. you freed him from the iron grip of your belt, the skin on his wrists was red and slightly swollen. you may have tightened it too much in the heat of the moment, but you weren’t apologizing after giving him probably the best orgasm of his life.

the bewildered expression on his face quickly turned grim as it hit him.

he came in his pants like a fucking teenager.

in a room full of people.

in front of his friends, yours and you.

his friends stood there, both confused and surprised to see donghyuck so affected by your touch. nobody had expected things to end the way they did.

“damn, are you okay my man?” johnny asked, laughing at his friend’s flustered state.

“shut up,” donghyuck answered bitterly. he shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand and shoving you inside the nearest bathroom in the house. he didn’t even care to cover the wet spot on his pants, walking with his chin up and a scowl plastered on his face.

and blame it on how riled up you had gotten from the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your needy pussy, but damn, he looked good.

“i wanna go next!” hendery spoke excitedly. you couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you or if he actually wanted you to give him a lap dance too. either way, it made your lips turn upwards in a smug grin.

once you both made it to the bathroom, he locked the door before pushing you against it, back pressed flush into the hard piece of wood. the ambience took a 180 turn, your confidence faltered slightly at the sight of his angry form.

“you think it’s funny, yeah?” he hummed angrily in your ear. “you think i’d let you do whatever you want and embarrass me in front of my friends just because you feel like it without payback?” the look on his eyes getting darker as the words left his mouth.

“if so, oh baby, you were so wrong.”

trying to test him, you decided to answer.

“you’re all bark and no bite, what else am i supposed to think?” you smirked devilishly when you saw him clench his jaw.

“you’re gonna regret being a brat,” his slender fingers wrapped themselves around your waist and with a harsh tug, he pulled you closer to attack your lips, biting and sucking on them, making your legs wobbly. he tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, probably from the liquor he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t seem to get enough. his lips were soft and plush as they mingled with yours, teeth roughly clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, “am i?”

donghyuck hissed through his teeth as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cum-covered shaft spring free. he was already hard and you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together to ease some of the tension building up between them. his hand shot to your throat, tightening his grip until you couldn’t breathe properly, before forcing you on your knees.

donghyuck tapped his hard and heavy cock on your lips a couple of times before speaking. “open up, slut,” and you did as you were told, parting your lips and poking your tongue out, waiting for him to slide in.

but he didn’t.

he wanted you to lick him clean, he wanted to see you do as he said, follow his orders like a good girl without complaints.

“clean the mess you’ve done. now.”

the harsh tone of his voice sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. your hands immediately shot up to grab a hold of his length, but before you got too close he stopped you. confusion was written all over your face and for a moment you worried he had changed his mind.

“no hands, i want you to work on it only with that dirty mouth of yours.”

with your hands gripping onto his thighs, your tongue swiped from the base to the head of his cock, eagerly licking him clean. once you had swallowed every drop of his cum, your mouth took him whole, hollowing your cheeks, one hand massaging his balls. donghyuck threw his head back as yours bobbed at a rapid pace, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat as you swallowed around him.

when he was about to cum, he pulled away from your mouth, making you whine at the loss. wrapping his hand once again around your throat like a beautiful necklace, he forced you up on your feet. he turned you around before pulling you closer by a rough tug. your clothed ass pressed against his dick, a mixture of his arousal and your saliva wetting the cloth. your hips ground back to both tease him, desperate to feel something, anything. his hands went to the front of your jeans, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and a whimper fell from your lips.

“more, i need more,” you pleaded, the barrier of clothes making the feeling less pleasurable.

he surprisingly complied without resistance, dipping the digits under the restricting cloth. a deep groan vibrated against the side of your neck when he felt the wetness that had been gathering inside your panties since your dare.

“look at you, so damn wet,” his mouth watered at the feeling of your needy heat. at this point, donghyuck knew everyone had an idea of what you two could possibly be doing, and although he would enjoy returning the favour by eating you out to his heart’s content, there wasn’t enough space nor time to do so comfortably. but he swore he would make it up to you some time.

“for who is it, baby?” the answer was obvious, but still, he wanted to hear it directly from you. he inserted one long finger until it was knuckles deep inside of you and you let out a squeak, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“for you donghyuck, all for you.”

“that’s right, slut, only i can make you that wet, only i can touch you like this. you’re mine, don’t forget that,” he inserted a second finger and pumped them deeply into you.

“yes,” you breathed out softly, too far gone to fight back with a snarky remark.

although his fingers felt good and you could possibly –with a bit of an effort– cum just from them, you still wanted more. you wanted to feel the nice stretch of his cock tearing your walls apart.

“please, donghyuck.”

“what do you want?”

donghyuck knew what you wanted. fuck, he wanted it too, so bad. he had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time and now that he could finally have it, he was going to make the best out of it.

“fuck me,” your core ached to be filled so you swallowed your pride and spoke out.

“condom?”

“we don’t need it, i’m on the pill,” you rushed, stomach twisting and turning in excitement, “please, just fuck me.”

donghyuck’s eyes turned darker, lust clouding both of your minds with the only desire to fuck each other stupid. he pulled down your jeans so they were pooling on your ankles and went back to pump his fingers inside you to make sure you were ready to take him. as he entered you, you had to lean on the sink in front of you to hold yourself up or else you would have faceplanted the mirror.

“you feel so good, fuck, so fucking tight,” donghyuck growled when he was balls deep in you.

whimpers fell from your lips from the delicious stretch of his thick cock. after a few seconds of you adjusting to his size, you backed your ass into his hips to let him know you wanted him to move. he gave a couple of thrusts to test the waters before picking up his pace and you gripped the sides of the sink as he pounded into you. his mouth worked on your neck while you brought one of his hands under your shirt to play with your breasts.

“such a pretty sight, don’t you think?” he tugged harshly at your hair to force you to look at your reflection on the mirror, thrusts never faltering.

your makeup was ruined; lipstick smeared messily all over your lips from the hot make-out session, neck full of bruises donghyuck left to claim you, shirt pulled above your breasts displaying your puckered nipples while one of his big hands grabbed your boob as they bounced with every hard snap of his hips.

“you have no idea how many times i had to control myself not to pounce on you,” his eyes never left your quivering reflection, completely in love with the way your frame molded with his, “every single time you couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and all i wanted to do was shut you up with my cock.”

“f-fuck,” his thrusts turned rougher as his free hand wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip and amplifying the mind-blowing sensations he was giving you.

your asscheeks slapped against his hips, which drilled against you at an unhuman pace, hitting the right spots with every snap and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, loud moans threatening to fall from your lips so you slapped your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“don’t, i want to hear you,” he gave a particularly hard thrust to try and draw a sound out of you, “i want you to be so loud that all of our friends know what we’re doing, i want them to know how good i’m making you feel.”

specially mark.

but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“h-hyuck,” you couldn’t hold back the broken moan that fell from your lips, pleasure overtaking your body. your hands gave in and you almost fell forward, but donghyuck reacted sooner and pulled you by your hair, holding you up.

“address me properly, brat,” he growled in your ear. you felt a hard slap on your ass, the skin of the abused area stinging from the impact.

“i’m sorry… fuck, donghyuck,” your cries went straight to his dick, urging him to fuck you harder. he kneaded the flesh soothingly before spanking it again and again until you could make out the imprint of his big hand on your asscheek.

“f-faster, please,” you pleaded in a whine and he tsked, shaking his head, “such a greedy little slut.”

“what would everyone think of you if they could see you so eagerly taking my cock, mm?” donghyuck hummed, “begging for me to fuck you until you can’t walk properly?

shocks of pleasure shot through you, his dirty talk helping you reach your release faster than you anticipated. his grip on you was so tight you were sure you were going to be sore the next day. your moans turned pornographic as you neared your release, your walls squeezed around donghyuck to the point he was unable to move, so he started drawing circles over your sensitive clit to help you get off.

“let go, baby.”

and soon, his touch threw you over the edge, causing your body to shake and a broken moan to fall from your lips, legs weak as your whole weight only relied on your arms for support. he followed shortly after, grunting as he filled you up with his warm and sticky essence.

as he pulled out, a mixture of your slick juices and his seed leaked from your abused hole, dripping down your inner thighs. his fingers slid over to gather the drops of cum and opposite to your assumption, he didn’t push it back inside of you but brought the digits to your face, waiting for you to open your mouth.

“suck.”

and you did, eyes locked with his through the mirror as your tongue swirled around his fingers to lick them clean.

“fuck,” donghyuck sighed, “i didn’t know you were so dirty, sweetheart.”

and the teasing comes back.

“do you want me to remind you how i made you cum in your pants back there in a room full of people?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and he just let out a breathy laugh.

“whatever. either way, even if they didn’t have the pleasure of fucking you or at least seeing you get fucked, they surely could hear you from how loud you were screaming my name.”

“good thing mark now knows who you belong to,” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think and both of you shared a look of pure shock.

“did you just mention mark?”

“…no?”

“you did! what the fuck? were you jealous of mark?” you asked, eyes wide as you remembered the disgusted look on his face when you and mark got too touchy with each other during the game.

“i am jealous of mark.”

“what? why?”

“oh my god, you’re so dense.”

“shut up, i’m not.”

“yes, you are. i like you dumbass, that’s fucking why. why wouldn’t i be jealous if you two act like you’re dating but always deny it when questioned? i can give you my hoodies, i can cuddle you and hold your hand, i can spoil you with cute stuff. i can be your boyfriend, it doesn’t have to be him.”

everything was so weird.

you were supposed to be enemies for fucks sake.

but he looked cute with pouty lips.

“well, you sure have got a damn weird way of demonstrating it.”

“shut up, okay?” donghyuck snapped, done with trying to get you to shut the fuck up. “i just didn’t know how to approach you or talk to you at all, alright?” he sighed, a scowl forming on his face. “you always seem to be angry when i’m around.” the change in his voice shocked you, it was much softer now, as if he was afraid of you hearing it.

“hey, don’t beat yourself for it, alright?” you sighed, feeling bad for being so mean to him for no reason. because you really didn’t have a reason. whenever you weren’t at each other’s throats and you got time to observe him from afar, you saw how caring he was with his friends, even if most of the time he annoyed the crap out of them.

donghyuck actually seemed like a good guy… if you ignored his teasing.

maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

“so, would you be my-,”

suddenly, the sound of banging on the door resonated through the room.

“are you done already? i need to pee.”

you quickly fixed your clothes, embarrassed by the presence of someone outside the door waiting for you and donghyuck to get out and momentarily forgetting about the boy’s proposal. just as you were about to open the door and get yourself the fuck out of the situation, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer and whisper to your ear in a way you could feel your panties get damp once again.

“we’re not done yet, princess.”

–lia:)

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years

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Some Like It Rough

Gif credit @bodybebangin

18+ fic. SMUT SMUT AND MORE SMUT.

Taglist @ackles-nhl. @cbouvier23.

Hope everyone enjoys it.

Happy reading dollies

"I needed you. Where were you tonight"? Kayce sat on the edge of the bed holding his ribs.

"I was out with Beth". You leaned over and grabbed the medical bag.

"For six hours"!? Kayce hissed when you pressed on his side.

"We talked, she drank...a lot. Then we played some pool at the bar". You tell him wrapping his ribs up.

"Meet any guys"? Kayce nibbled on his lip, looking up at you.

"Not this again. I didn't talk to anyone except Beth and the bartender".

"Was he a guy"!? Kayce grunted as he tried to lay down on the bed. You huffed and put the medical bag back in the bathroom.

"Yes, he was. We hooked up in the bathroom while Beth table danced. He also has a wife and a kid on the way". You lied about two things but Kayce didnt care even if you joked. He was jealous.

"I think you should go stay with your parents. We need some time". Kayce sighed, getting comfortable in the bed.

"Why? So you can go fuck every girl you see? Thats what you want? Go for it". You aggressively grabbed your duffel bag and started stuffing your clothes inside. "You wanna know something, the whole time we talked we talked about you and I. Like I couldn't shut up about you. Beth was there ask her. Because I know she wont lie for me". You scoffed and grabbed your keys.

"Y/N, I'm sorry".

"I'm tired of your sorrys. You start a fight and then apologize. We never solve anything. I'm sick of it. That's all we do, since you got back. You need to grow up and figure out what you want whether it has me in it or not. Figure out your shit". You slammed the door behind you. Kayce had a lot to think about. First he hated being alone when he was hurt. He needed comfort. So he went to his big sister.

"So what was this fight about this time"? Beth lit up a cigarette.

"What happened at the bar"? Kayce relaxed in his rocking chair with a groan holding his side.

"We talked and I got a drink. What's all this about? I thought you two were good"?

"We were but I guess my jealousy took over. She came home looking good. Guys must have talked to her. Drooling over her and shit".

"The only guy we talked to was the bartender. He was nice. But married".

"So you didn't table dance"? Kayce chuckled when he figured out he was an asshole.

"Hell no. I'm not that drunk". Beth laughed.

"I think you owe her more than just a shit I'm sorry. You need to fuck her brains out". Beth looked at Kayce seriously.

"I'm not talking about this with you". Kayce gasped getting up from the rocking chair.

"I'm a girl. I know what we want. We want a hard rough fuck and a man that knows what the hell he wants. Not some chicken shit. So grow up and tell that girl you love her. And fuck her brains out". Beth sat back in her chair proudly. She knew her shit.

"Well, it'll have to be a slow fuck cause I'm banged up". Kayce laughed with a hiss.

"Just give her that dick good and she'll know you love her".

"Oh my god. I'm leaving. My sister just said good dick in the same sentence. Have a good night. Thanks". Kayce struggled as he tried leaning over to kiss Beth's head.

"That was the pg version. I could've gone graphic. You know me". She laughed as Kayce shook his head and limped down to his car.

Kayce knew what he wanted. He wanted you. He needed you. Kayce called your cell and nothing. He called your parents, nothing. He was starting to get worried. But he knew you wouldn't go stay with friends cause they would tell so he searched at the hotels around. Only two near the house. One was a nice place and the other was a hole in the wall.

"Is there a Y/N Dutton registered here"? Kayce asked the night clerk at the front desk of the nice place.

The lady typed on the computer. "Sorry no ones named that here".

"Can you try Y/N Y/L/N"? Kayce knew if you didnt use the Dutton last name then you would use your last name.

"She's here. Room 204. But am I allowed to give you her number? You a serial killer or something"? She was hesitant on giving Kayce the key.

This made Kayce chuckle. "No ma'am, I'm her boyfriend. We're in a long distance relationship right now but she's thinking about moving here". Kayce made up something so she would give him the key.

"Alright but if I find her in the morning dead, I saw your face and I will identify you. I'm not scared of you". The clerk pulled out a shotgun.

"Yes, ma'am. That's not going to happen though. You may hear some screaming and moaning but that's not from what you're thinking of". Kayce blushed a little but was honest, he didnt want her busting in and pointing that shotgun at him.

"You do you, boo. Go get your girl". She smiled and patted his hand as she passed him the key. Kayce snickered and started up the what felt like a hundred stairs. He groaned and grunted as he walked up holding his side. In his mind he was just hoping he was able to make you moan and not pass out at your feet.

Kayce knocked on the door. "Who is it"? Kayce heard your voice and smirked.

"Room service". Kayce disguised his voice.

The door opened and his eyes went wide, you cracked the door open in a towel. You had just got out of the shower.

"Kayce, what are you doing here"?

"Um, I, god you're beautiful". Kayce stepped in, licking his lips. He grabbed you by the waist and captured your lips with his. He closed the door behind him with his boot and your towel fell to the floor.

"Kayce"? You gasped when Kayce lifted you up, your legs immediately went around his waist. His calloused hands dug into your back as he kissed you.

Kayces knees hit the bed and he slowly laid you down. He released your lips and stood back.

You closed your legs and covered your chest. "Don't hide from me". Kayces husky voice made you tremble. Your inner thighs became wet. The heat from your center was radiating off of you.

Kayce smirked as he brought his shirt over his head and threw it across the room. He kicked off his boots and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. When he first came he was hurting but as soon as he saw you. What pain?

He was already so hard. He could have hammered a nail with his hard on.

"Open your legs, baby. Let daddy see". Only a few times has Kayce went daddy and every time the night was amazing so you hardly ever done it so it could be special.

You let out a squeak, your legs falling open. Kayce smirked to himself when he saw how wet you were already. He took his middle finger and touched your clit. You thought you could have came right there. You bit your lip to quiet your moans.

Kayce chuckled, his slipped his fingers through your slit with ease, massaging your with his palm. "You like when daddy does this, dont you"? Kayce evil chuckled. You nodded.

Kayce bent down and got on his knees, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He started kissing your inner thighs. His beard tickled, but you loved it.

"Mmm". You started to buck your hips but Kayce held you down with his strong hands.

"Someone's eager". Kayce was inches away from your clit, you felt his hot break on your pussy lips. You felt yourself get wetter.

Kayce took the tip of his tongue and flicked your clit. Making you whimper to be touched.

He flattened out his tongue and pressed hard against your clit and started wiggling his tongue.

"Fuck". You gasped, your hand went to his hair.

He sucked on your clit, his middle and index finger teasing your entrance then slowly pushing in. It was driving you crazy for him not to be rough on you.

"Daddy". You moaned his name and he went faster. It encouraged him to go rougher. His fingers went in deep and rough. His middle finger pushing against your g-spot. "Oh fuck". One hand tangled in his hair and the other one holding on to the sheets.

"I'm gonna cum". Kayce sucked you clit as he looked up at you, his fingers never losing their pace. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming". You screamed over and over as you felt your first orgasm take over your body. It trembled and shaked as he kept fingering. He let go of your clit with a pop. Your hand reached down and stopped his. You couldnt take it.

"Such a good girl for daddy". Kayce grinned smacking his lips as he climbed up your body. He helped you scoot up the bed. His eyes never leaving yours. You let out a giggle, a blush upon your face.

"I just wanted to say...". You cut Kayce off by a kiss to the lips.

"Shut up and fuck me". You pulled Kayce on top of you. Wrapping your legs around him, a knot tied with your legs so he couldnt go anywhere.

"Yes, ma'am". Kayce gladly did as he was told. He lined himself up and pushed in. God, he stretched you in all the right places.

"Fuck, baby". Kayce mumbled into your skin of your chest. He started kissing along your collarbone, kissing your neck.

Kayce picked up his pace and his thrusts were deep and long. His hands resting on your back.

"I love you. I'm sorry for being jealous". Kayce spoke between kisses and thrusts.

"I forgive you". You kissed his chest and nibbled at his ear lobe. "I love you so much. Fuck". You threw your head back into the bed when Kayce thrusted in the right angle. God, did he know your body or what.

"You gonna cum again"? Kayce chuckled as he felt you start to squeeze his cock. You let out a whimper and a nod.

"Cum for daddy". Those words sent you straight to the stars. Your orgasm exploded around Kayce. His cock still thrusting as your orgasm still fired away. He was close. So close. Your walls were milking him.

"Fuck". Kayce grunted, his head fell to your chest as he came. His hot seed covered your walls. You wrapped your arms around him and held him as both your orgasms exhausted both of you. You laid there until he went soft and he pulled out of you. Getting under the covers, Kayce pulled you into his arms with a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

"I'm truly sorry that I always let my jealousy get in the way of our relationship. I'm going to work on that. Because I know you would never cheat on me". Kayce said as he cuddled you in more.

"I would never cheat on you, ever. Especially after that. Holy fuck that was amazing. You definitely out did yourself there Mr. Dutton". You giggled, moving a piece of hair from his face.

Kayce chuckled. "You'll have my sister to thank for that. She told me what you wanted".

"So you did talk to Beth and found out that I'm a good girl". You teased.

"I know that's a lie. But I know that you want me and I want you. I was just being bullheaded. I'm sorry".

"I forgive you. Now". You cleared your throat. "How bad are your ribs hurting"?

"Not to bad. Why"? Kayce eyed you.

"I want a ride again, cowboy". You pushed him on his back and climbed aboard the Kayce train. You were never getting off no matter how jealous Kayce was or how angry you were about it. You both loved each other and that wasn't going to change.

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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can u do a part 2 if 'hate is a strong word' maybe with some nsfw

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Title: Hate Is A Strong Word P2

Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, arguing, fighting etc.., praising, degrading, maybe a bit of humiliation? Idk. , unprotected sex

Pronouns: They/them, afab

Synopsis: You and Karl end up arguing after you get jealous, resulting in sex between the two of you.

Pairing: c!Karl X Dom! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Part 1: Hate is A Strong Word (sfw)

Note: unedited*

- If some words don't make sense or spelling is wrong than sorry, I'm too lazy to proof read and edit my fics.

- written in my notes app

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Karl put his hands up in defeat “I don’t understand why you’re so angry about this! I promise to you that nothing else happened!” Karl shouted “oh yeah? Then where’d you get that love bite from??” You pointed out a red mark on his neck “it’s a mosquito bite!” Karl argued back, you took a step towards him “oh? You’re calling Sapnap a mosquito now?”

“No! It really is just a mosquito bite! Please trust me on this!” Karl moved away from you “you know why I don’t like you seeing Sapnap!” You were on the verge of tears “holy shit- are you crying? Babe, I’m sorry I made you feel like this..” Karl approached you.

You got ready to fight and put your hands up “I’m not trying to hurt you, can I please just give you a hug? You’re not in the right headspace right now..” Karl reached his arms out to you. You lowered your defenses and looked away as you allowed Karl to embrace you.

“Why would you go out of your way to ignore my feelings? I told you to leave Sapnap alone for a reason!” You exclaimed “I know! I tried to avoid him but I couldn’t help running into him” Karl apologized “if I go to Las Nevada’s and talk with Slime boy- will he be able to truthfully tell me that nothing happened between you and Sapnap?” You started to cry.

“I wish you could just trust what I’m saying! Of course Sapnap and I did nothing!” Karl frowned “prove it! Kill him or something! Burn his house down!” You were hysterical “you know I can’t do that! Look- let me just make it up to you, do you want me to get you something to eat?” Karl caressed your cheek.

You slapped his hand away “if you want my forgiveness than you better listen good!” Karl’s ears perked up and he started listening right away “I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get a glass of water and when I come back I want you to be stripped naked on that fucking bed, alright?” You crossed your arms.

“W-what? Of course!” Karl’s cheeks heated up and he was quick to follow your instructions, struggling to pull off his clothes as you left the room. You walked down the stairs and slowly made your way to the kitchen, maybe you had just been overreacting but you wouldn’t let Karl know that he was right.

You grabbed a glass and poured yourself some water, sipping from it slowly while thinking about the whole situation. Sapnap was 100% trying to make you jealous so you knew you’d have to work harder to get him back!

You returned upstairs, opening the door and being met with Karl’s naked body spread on the bed. He opened his legs up shyly to you, revealing his hard erection he had gotten “oh baby.. look at you, you’re so gorgeous..” your lips pursed into a small smile.

“T-thank you Y/n..” Karl glanced away from you timidly, you walked over and crawled onto the bed. You began to slowly strip yourself of your clothes, pulling your blouse over your head and shimmying your pants to the floor.

Karl looked up at you, mesmerized by the way your body looked in the lighting “oh you’re so handsome..” Karl mouthed out to you quietly. Karl reached out to touch you but you slapped his hand away “no touching, this is supposed to be your punishment” you told him off for it.

You got between his legs and stared up at him intently, he looked down at you and puffed his cheeks out “well- are you gonna do anything?” He asked. “Not if my out keep being impatient, Karl!” You furrowed your eyebrows “okay okay- sorry darling..” he kept quiet and shut his mouth.

“Good boy, now stay still and keep your hips on the bed” you instructed him as you slowly leaned forward and licked a line up his shaft. He gasped and whines softly, covering his face up in embarrassment “you look so fucking pretty like this, why are you hiding from me?” You took his hands off his face.

His face was a pure red colour, sweat dripping down his forehead “I’m so embarrassed..” he mumbled. You brought your hand up and groped his balls for a moment, relishing in the way his body reacts to you “s-stop that feels weird!” Karl pleaded for a moment “do you really want me to stop?” You asked him again.

He kept quiet for a few seconds “n-no..” you smiled in delight and continued your actions. Karl bucked his hips up against your hand which resulted in you pinning his hips down “if you can’t stay still then I’m gonna have to tie you down- would you like that?” You threatened him “n-no please.. I can be good for you!” He gasped.

You nipped on the soft skin of his thighs, leaving a large bite on one of them. It started to bleed a bit so you just licked it up, Karl winced and closed his legs around your head “that feels weird!” He said out loud.

You rubbed and caressed his thighs gently “sorry baby..” you cooed, you got on top of him and straddled his lap. You grabbed the back of his head and brought him closer to you so you could have better access to his neck, kissing and sucking the light skin.

You tried not to give in to your thoughts but you couldn’t help but take a bite, ripping a loud moan from Karl’s mouth “ah!” He moaned. You pulled away and the both of you just stared at each other awkwardly for a moment “t-that felt good..” Karl admitted.

You went back to your work, marking up Karl and biting him whenever you felt like it. When you leaned back and admired him is when you saw how red his neck was now, you clenched your thighs together and gulped nervously as you realized you may have liked this more than you thought.

“P-please..” Karl begged “hm? Please what?” You asked “please ride me- or let me fuck you!” His hips rutted away against the air desperately “why should I give you anything you want? You were being so bad today!” You reminded him “please? I can be so good for you! I-if you let me touch you than I can prove it!” He pleaded.

You sighed and gave in to his demands, getting off him and laying down on the bed so he could touch you. Your skin was bare and the gust of cold air coming from the window every so often would make your nipples harden, you held onto a pillow gently as you felt Karl part your legs for you.

Karl licked his lips “this looks like the best meal I’ve ever seen in my entire life..” he commented as he stared at your wet folds, his fingers opening you up. Karl slid between your legs and stuck his tongue out, licking along your slit and moaning at the taste.

“Oh you taste so good.. how could I ever want to eat anything else?” Karl’s arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you glued against his face “a-ah! H-hey Karl, slow down!” You gasped, your hand grasping onto his hair which only encouraged him to go faster.

His tongue slid deep inside of you, exploring your fleshy wet cave. Your pussy clenched around him, your clit rubbing against his face as he worked hard to please you “I’m close..” you let Karl know. You released on Karl’s face and threw your head back, your legs shaking a bit as he continued to eat you out through your orgasm.

“Alright.. you earned it- come here big boy!” You invited him to fuck you, opening your legs wide enough so he could get buried deep in you. Karl quickly got to it, his cock sliding into your wet sheath and being surrounded by your warm walls.

Karl thrusted in and out with no pattern whatsoever, rutting into you harshly like an inexperienced teenage boy “y/n!” Karl moaned out your name as he started to go faster. Karl put his hand above your head to stabilize himself and keep him from falling over.

“P-please let me cum inside of you, please!” Karl begged “fuck- go ahead!” You arched your back and allowed Karl to cum inside of you. His load being shot deep inside of your vagina, coating your thick warm walls with his white semen.

Karl pulled out and flopped on the bed, panting heavily as he tried to rest “don’t go to sleep now! You still have a long day ahead of you, go get dressed you bum!” You sat up and encouraged him to get out of bed.

Karl groaned and got out of the bed, his legs shaking a bit as he stood up. He walked over to his dresser and began to get dressed, pulling his hoodie over his head and slipping on some pants. You felt lazy so you just threw a big shirt on and a pair of shorts, the two of you now dressed and ready to take on the world.

You finally got the idea to what your great genius plan to get Sapnap back was! You looked down at the ground and sighed, turning your head to face Karl and tell him what was on your mind.

“You know what, Karl baby? I want you to go see Sapnap right now and tell him how sorry I am for overreacting” you smirked. Karl had most likely thought you were turning a new leaf, being the bigger person when really you were just fulfilling your master plan.

Karl was littered with hickies and love bites all along his skin, you couldn’t miss them! Even his oversized hoodie couldn’t cover the marks up! Your plan was to expose his marks to Sapnap so he would finally see that Karl was yours and yours alone! Hopefully it’ll work.

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