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the day you kissed a writer in the dark // han lue (tokyo drift)
summary: she's stood by his side for years. his loyal mechanic, the brains behind his brawn. but she'd be lying if she said that it didn't hurt to watch him flirt with those other women in his club, when he came home to her every night in secret.
bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark, now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart. i am my mother's child, i'll love you 'till my breathing stops.
pairing: han lue x mechanic! reader
warnings: smut, inappropriate use of a drifting car, insecurity and self-doubt, secret relationships, unplanned pregnancy.
author's note: here's something a little different today, lovelies! it's a departure from the usual realm of f1 content i usually bless you all with, but i felt like i needed to do something different to avoid burning myself out, and rewatching tokyo drift gave me the inspiration that i needed :)
she hated the club.
in the back end of her mind, she always resented the mere existence of that secret room leading to han's garage. the fact that he chose to surround himself with women in tight dresses with long legs and perky boobs like he was some kind of yakuza punk.
well, this wasn't crows fucking zero. this was real life.
she couldn't help but draw comparisons between these beautiful girls and herself. as she curled in on herself to duck through the crowd, she frowned at her reflection in the window: her torn up jeans, the grease stain on the cuff of her army-green sweater, the zip barely done up enough to cover up her double-d's, a small nut from her very first car hanging limply from a chain around her neck.
some days, she wondered why han had chosen her of all people.
"sean?" she asked quietly, poking the young american boy in the arm, practically shouting to be heard. "have you seen han?"
sean shook his head. "no, sorry. have you checked the garage?"
"i'm heading back there now. thanks, sean." she sighed, backing out the way that she came, trying not to think about all of the places that her boyfriend could be right now.
the anxiety ate away at her. was he with one of the other girls? one of the prettier, taller, thinner ones? was that why he wanted to keep the relationship under wraps?
was han ashamed of her?
she hurried down the rickety metal staircase, dropping her purse on the workbench as she went, subconsciously placing a hand over her stomach as she thought about the white plastic stick inside the fake leather bag.
they'd been sneaking around for a year, but they'd known each other far longer. she had come to tokyo when she was twenty-one, with a pocketful of cash and a monkey wrench. she had a high school diploma, but that didn't mean much to the rally teams she had applied to work on the pit crews for.
and that's when han swooped her up. when she became the bonnie to his clyde, the mechanic for his little street racing gambit.
that was three years ago. now she was almost twenty-five, he was twenty-seven, and he was in far too deep for them to keep going like this.
she knew why he had to keep it a secret. telling the world that she was his lover would put a target on her back. because that's what happens when you get in deep with someone like dk.
she pulled her hair back with the green rubber band on her wrist, pushing up her sleeves as she reached for a ratchet and approached han's car, the hood already open and ready for her.
working on the cars had always been her safe haven. her distraction from the outside world. fixing something that was broken gave her a satisfaction like no other.
"babe?" han's voice echoed through the garage, and she hated herself for the way that she froze up, fingers tightening around the ratchet. "sean said you were asking around for me? is everything okay?"
she withdrew from the car, slamming the hood down. "you're pushing the car too far. the engine is wearing down, you have to get something stronger. the serpentine belt is at it's brink."
"and that's why you're the brains of this operation and i'm just the pretty boy who drifts." han said playfully, wrapping his arms around her midsection as resting his chin on her shoulder.
"be more careful out there, seoul-oh." she said softly, placing a cold hand on top of his warm one before turning her head and kissing him softly. "i don't know what i'd do if anything ever happened to you."
han spun her body around gently, his hands on her waist as she jumped to perch her body on the edge of the hood, her fingers tangling in his dark, silky hair.
"you don't need to worry about me, sweetheart. i'm going to be okay."
she sighed, lacing her fingers together behind his neck. "where were you, han? wandering around your club with a girl on each arm? a girl that's three times prettier than i am, maybe one who's clothes are a little more revealing-"
"y/n, stop." han said firmly. "baby, you're the only one. my only one." he kissed her on the forehead softly. "i love you. i love you so much that it hurts. i wish i could shout it from the rooftops, but i can't put you in danger like that. i don't want dk to know, because that's a target on your back that i don't want there."
he pulled her as close as he could, arms wrapped securely around her as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "i couldn't live with myself if anything ever happened to you."
the sincerity in the older man's voice was reassuring. but some days, it wasn't enough. she loved him more than words could say, but she was getting tired of being his little secret.
but at the end of the day, it was her bed that he always came home to. his arms she woke up in. his terrible singing in the kitchen while he made coffee with breakfast.
han lue was hers.
she kissed him again, still sitting on the edge of the toyota's hood. this kiss was stronger, harder. with more feeling as she bunched han's sweater up in her fingers, trying to wrestle it off his broad shoulders, his hands gripping her thighs tight enough to make her moan against his lips.
"seoul-oh." she mumbled as han broke away from her, pulling his sweater off the rest of the way before tugging his everlast t-shirt over his head.
they fit together like well-worn puzzle pieces, his lips finding that place on her neck that made her crumble, turned her legs to jelly as he slipped a hand up the front of her sweater, thumb tracing comforting shapes against her stomach as he nipped at her neck, biting down gently. there would be a hickey there in a mere matter of hours.
trailing kisses back up her neck, he gently bit her earlobe before placing one hand on the side of her face to guide her lips back to his, the other hand braced against the hood of the car to hold himself up. she bit down on his bottom lip, wrenching a growl from the back of han's throat.
he pulled away, dropping to his knees in front of the car as his large hands dipped under the waistband of her jeans. after reaching down to untie and kick off her beat up vans, she reached above her to grab the exposed beam in the garage ceiling, pulling her body up and allowing han to pull her jeans and panties down her legs in one fell swoop.
"oh, not on the car, baby. you'll stain the bodywork."
"don't care." han hummed, kissing the soft skin of her thigh. "i can't think of anything prettier than you. on the hood of my car, legs spread wide for me." he mumbled in between kisses, inching ever closer to where y/n needed him most, her arousal dripping onto the cool metal hood of the drift car.
and when his lips touched her throbbing clit, she could have sworn she turned electric, using one hand to brace herself against the car and burying the other in han's hair as she threw her head back in a throaty moan.
"han." she panted, grinding against his face as his tongue licked and sucked at her core. "oh, baby, yes."
han smiled to himself, kissing her clit gently as he held her thighs open with his hands. "still think that i don't find you attractive any more?"
"shut up, please. i need you so bad." she'd barely finished speaking when another low, seductive moan left her mouth. the arm that was holding her body up threatened to buckle underneath her as she tugged on han's hair, urging him to keep going.
han chuckled, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body as her arm buckled, and she found herself lying against the hood, her head on the windscreen as she bucked her hips, searching for more as her lover tongue-fucked her, her legs thrown over his shoulders with reckless abandon.
"seoul-oh." she whined, clenching her thighs around han's head
"i know, baby." he mumbled softly, kissing her thigh. "you're doing so well darling. come for me."
and that's exactly what she did. with a moan so loud that she was shocked that the patrons of the club couldn't hear it echoing through the garage, she let go, her juices coating the lower half of han's face as he licked her clean before wiping off the bottom half of his face with the back of his hand.
"fuck." he mumbled, standing between her legs and leaning over the car to kiss her. "i can't get enough of you, baby. i think i'm gonna need more."
"oh yeah?" she smiled sitting up slightly, resting her weight on her elbows and raising an eyebrow when she saw the obvious hard-on struggling to break free from the confines of han lue's jeans. "and what do you think we should do about it?"
"back. room. now." he said, softly but firmly, kissing her in between each word as she wrapped her bare legs around his body, allowing han to pick her up and carry her over to the back room, where a double bed was piled high with blankets for the nights where they worked late, or drift races lasted until the mere hours of the morning.
or, nights where neither of them wanted to go home. han was sure that they had fucked on almost every available surface of the garage.
she undid her sweater slowly, revealing the lacy white bra underneath, the makeshift pendant on her necklace hanging delicately just above the hollow of her breasts as she cast the fabric aside, reaching up to snap the elastic band in her hair, letting it cascade in waves down her shoulders.
"you're beautiful, you know that?" he said softly, kneeling on the mattress as he rested one hand gently against her cheek.
she leaned into his touch, reaching up to wrap her slender fingers around his wrist, pressing a soft kiss to the heel of his hand.
she knew she should tell him. han needed to know.
but now was definitely not the time.
not that she could find the words while he kissed her neck, her chest, her stomach, his fingers dancing across her back as he fumbled with the clasp of her bra, erection straining against his jeans.
"han, babe." she mumbled, reaching behind her. "it's been a year now, you should know how to undo a bra, mr. womanizer." she joked, pushing his hands away as she pulled the bra off by herself.
"why would i need to know how to do it when you just take it off by yourself most of the time?" he grinned, standing up to unbuckle his belt.
he started to undo his jeans, pausing halfway as if he had forgotten something before he darted over to the rolling toolbox in the back of the room, pulling a small foil packet out of the top drawer.
fat lot of good a condom would do them now.
not when she was already carrying his baby inside of her.
her body trembled with anticipation as she watched han rid himself of his jeans, the echo of his belt buckle hitting the floor echoing around the room before he rolled the latex sheath onto his thick, hard cock.
god, she was a fool in love. han seoul-oh made her feel every range of emotions all at once.
"seoul-oh." she mumbled, lips against his as he clambered onto the bed, covering her body with his broad one.
"hm?" han mumbled, pressing kisses all over her face.
"i love you, han lue." she said firmly, gently pushing his face away so she could look him in the eyes. "i mean it, babe. you've ruined me for anybody else. you're it for me."
"good, because i don't think i could love anybody else if i tried." han breathed out, kissing her again, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance.
she squirmed under him, a small gasp escaping her lips before she bit down on her bottom lip.
she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg. that wasn't what tonight was for.
han knew this as well, gently pushing himself inside her. tonight was about more than just chasing a high. for both of them. it was about love, and reassurance, and intimacy.
she threaded her fingers through his hair, whining as han moved ever so slightly, the sensations they both felt sending shockwaves through their bodies.
"seoul-oh." she moaned softly. "please. god, you feel incredible."
"yeah?" han crooned, thrusting softly and barely holding back a moan of his own. "you look so pretty with my cock inside you, my sweet sweet girl."
"just like that." she whined as he thrusted again, bucking her hips into him, trying to take his length deeper. "keep doing that, fuck."
when han's nimble fingers came up grip and massage her right breast, she knew she was a goner, arching her back to drive her body into him with a moan as he kissed her chest.
"you like that, baby? yeah, you love having my hands all over you. and i love touching your beautiful body." han murmured, sucking a hickey onto her collarbone. he could feel himself unravelling, knew that the end was nigh as he moaned against her skin, blindly reaching for her hand.
there were no more slow thrusts as the driver began to pick up the pace, his lover's legs wrapped tightly around him as she moaned his name.
"oh god, han, baby. fuck, keep going." she panted, one hand trailing down her body to play with her clit. anything to get her closer to that release she craved as she whined and squirmed under han's touch.
she'd seen this film before, and she already knew the ending. and the start if the sequel.
"come for me, baby. i know you can take it, just give me one more, okay?"
"han, han, holy shit." she moaned, feeling the coil in her stomach finally snap, her high crashing over her like a wave.
her lover groaned above her, a guttural sound ripped straight from his throat before han gently pulled out of her sensitive body, the evidence of his own peak contained within the clear latex that he slid off his member, tying the condom off in a knot before punting it into the trash can next to his desk.
she pulled the blankets up as han settled in the bed next to her, his warm fingers dancing in gentle circles against her sweaty skin as they laid together in the afterglow, a content look on his face as he kissed her on the forehead.
"seoul-oh." she said quietly, twirling his long, dark locks of hair around her fingertip. "i have to tell you something."
"what's on your mind, pretty girl?" worry creased han seoul-oh's face, a pit forming in his stomach.
he hated seeing her like this.
"i'm pregnant."
han's eyes widened. "what? babe, why didn't you tell me?"
"i've been trying all day. but you've had your hands full with dk and sean and drifting." she said sadly. "but i can't raise this baby with dk breathing down our necks. you need to get out of this life, seoul-oh."
han frowned thoughtfully, one hand resting against the side of her face. "i'm going to be a father. fucking hell, babe this is incredible. i promise you, i'm going to make a plan, and i'm going to get us out of tokyo."
"you know we can't keep this a secret any longer, right? i'm already eight weeks along, once the first trimester ends, i won't be able to hide it."
"you're right, you're right. we'll test the waters. i'll tell sean and twinkie in the morning, see how the news of our relationship goes over with them. i want to keep it from dk until i can find a way to get us out of here."
y/n nodded, lacing her fingers with han's and placing his hand on her stomach. "okay. let's do this thing." she broke out into a smile. "we're going to be parents, han. can't you picture it? sitting behind the wheel of your toyota, with our little gremlin on your lap, teaching them how to drive before they can even walk."
han laughed. "they'll be born with a monkey wrench in one hand and a bag of lays in the other."
"i love you, seoul-oh." she said softly, kissing him gently. "i'm so glad i found you three years ago.
"i love you more, y/n. and i can't wait to raise this kid with you."
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Ok hear me out. Readers x satosugu but reader and gojo or geto giving gojo or geto head together 😫😮💨
Audience of One pt.4
Satoru x fem!reader x Suguru
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Word count: 6.8k
Series Summary: When Suguru first walked in on you and Satoru having sex, it was an accident. But he couldn't say the same about every time after that. He's under the impression that this habit of his is a secret. But you and Satoru have known this whole time and didn't plan on letting Suguru know anytime soon.
pt.4 info: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, threesome/throuple, cuck Gojo, hair pulling, wrist restraints (on reader) w use of safe word, praise/degradation kink, begging, pet names (princess, baby, angel, etc), porn w plot, Gojo x reader giving Geto head
pt.1 pt.2 pt.3
˚₊ · »-♡→ Shoutout to Anon for this ask (I hope it tickles your pickle ;) + @geoisoffline for requesting more fluff. I didn't realize how much I was craving fluff with this trio until I began writing this part out
Also if you’re a slut for Nanami you should check out my other series (Un)Welcome Problem
"Hey, Suguuu," Gojo sang out, leaning back in his chair, his legs propped up on the table.
"What?" Geto answered, not looking up from his book.
"You wanna see something funny?" He asked, a smirk on his face.
"No," Geto replied, not looking up from his book.
Gojo ignored his answer and skipped over to him. He pulled out his phone, holding it out to obscure his view of the book. He was scrolling through his camera roll, which had dozens of photos of you and Geto asleep from this morning. Most of them unflattering.
"Look at these!" Gojo laughed, shoving his phone in front of Geto.
Geto sighed and took the phone from him, his eyes widening when he saw the photo. "Satoru, why would you take a picture of me drooling in my sleep?!" He scolded, turning to his friend.
Gojo couldn't help but laugh, "Because it's hilarious!"
You walked in from the kitchen, coffee cup in hand and eyebrows raised from the commotion. It had been three weeks since that first night, and things were going surprisingly smooth. "What are you two doing?" You asked, sipping your drink.
"I'm showing Suguru pictures of him drooling," Gojo snickered, "he's very upset."
Geto scowled, pulling the back of Gojo's blindfold and releasing it to smack back on his head like a rubber band. The sight of Gojo's dramatic reaction made both of you laugh.
"Hey!" Gojo exclaimed, "That was rude! It's not my fault you're drooling like a dog."
"I'm not a dog, idiot," Geto said, turning back to his book, "and even if I was, I'd still have better manners than you."
Walking over, you shook your head and giggled at their antics. "Scooch over, I want to see them, too,"
Gojo immediately pulled his legs off the coffee table and opened his arms, inviting you into his lap. "Come here, beautiful," he smirked.
You smiled and climbed into his lap, snuggling up close. Though, your smile was short lived, it faded as Gojo swiped though the pictures he took this morning. Is that one of just your nostrils?- What the fuck. "Oh, ew," you cringed, "why do you have so many pictures of me drooling, and sleeping!" complaining, you pushed his phone away.
"Hey, what's wrong with it?" Gojo asked, pouting, "I like looking at them, they're cute. Like this one- look how pretty you are, even in your sleep."
"Baby- I look like I'm dead in that one, you can't be serious." You groaned, hiding your face in his neck.
Gojo chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, "More like drop dead gorgeous," he smiled brightly.
"You're the worst," you mumbled, leaning into him, "at least delete some of them."
He shook his head, ignoring your request, and turned his phone to Geto, who was sitting across from you two. "See? Isn't she cute?"
Geto laughed, his eyes crinkling as a smile formed on his face. “Yeah I like that one much better than the one of me,” You rolled your eyes and leaned your head on Gojo's chest, sighing as you relaxed. "Are you still tired?" Geto asked, closing his book and turning to you, his hand finding its way onto your thigh.
"Yeah," you yawned, "but I can't go back to sleep, it’s already too late in the day.” The sun was bright out and it was nearing lunchtime, you'd slept in later than usual.
"Well, then we'll have to make sure you stay awake," Gojo teased, his hand slowly trailing up your waist. You were wearing one of his shirts, a baggy crewneck that hung loosely over you along with a pair of his boxers as shorts. Geto smirked and leaned forward, close enough for him to caress your thigh, rubbing circles into your skin, "any ideas, Sugu?" Gojo asked, looking at Geto.
"Hmm," he hummed, his hand moving higher, "a few." You could feel your face heat up, and a small shiver ran down your spine.
"Oh?" Gojo questioned, raising an eyebrow, "Like what?"
Geto leaned forward, his hand traveling up your thigh and stopping on your hip, his fingers dipping just underneath the waistband of your shorts. "I was thinking," he began, his voice low, "that maybe," he cut himself off when your lips met in a heated kiss.
Gojo smiled and watched as your lips moved in sync. You sighed, your body relaxing into Gojo's touch as he held you close, Geto's hand was now on the inside of your thigh, just grazing against the sensitive skin.
Geto pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. "Maybe what?" Gojo pressed, wanting Geto to finish his thought.
"Maybe we could..." Geto trailed off, his lips ghosting against yours, until he pulled away and sat in his previous spot against the armrest of the couch with his arms crossed and a smug smirk, "go into the city today? I’m almost done with my book and wanna pick up a new one.”
Gojo's jaw dropped and your face heated with wide eyes. "Really, Suguru?!" Gojo exclaimed, speaking for the both of you as you were left speechless, "That's what you're going to say? Are you kidding me?"
Geto laughed and shrugged, "What?" he asked, feigning innocence, "I thought it was a good idea. It's rare we go into the city just to go and not to deal with any curses."
Gojo groaned, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, "You're unbelievable,"
"Well, it's settled then," Geto said, standing up and walking towards the hallway, "we'll go into the city! We can even go to that cute bookstore that you like- the one that has free tea,"
Gojo rolled his eyes as a smile crept up, he couldn't argue with free tea, "Okay, fine," he sighed, "let's get ready."
You stood up and walked over to Geto, giving him a playful glare, "Don't think taking me to that bookstore is going to make me forget about your shenanigans," you poked him in the side, earning a laugh from him.
"I'll make it up to you tonight," Geto promised, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss on your temple.
"Good," you replied, smiling and leaning into his embrace, "come on, let's leave in like 30 minutes?"
Gojo nodded and the three of you split up, going to get ready for your outing.
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Gojo's driver dropped you three off downtown. The streets were busy and bustling with people and cars, a stark contrast from your normal quiet and secluded life at the school. Geto linked his arm with yours and Gojo followed close behind, looking at all the shops and restaurants.
You walked down a few blocks and finally made it to the bookstore you three had went there for. The small shop was dimly lit and had floor to ceiling shelves full of books. After you were greeted by the cashier, the three of you separated into your desired sections.
You were on a mission, worked your way through the shelves, hoping to pick up the next issue in your favorite series. After a few minutes of skimming through the aisles, you stumbled upon Geto. He smiled, putting down the books he was examining. "Hi, stranger," he greeted, leaning down to peck a kiss on your cheek.
You closed your eyes as his lips met your skin. He placed his hand on the small of your back and pulled you closer. "Hi," you replied with a wide smile, the spot he had kissed tingling.
His head tilted slightly as he looked down at you with a fond smile, a strand of his black hair falling from its place, "Found what you were looking for?" He asked, leaning back on the bookcase.
"Almost, I can't seem to find the last book in that series I'm reading," you said, letting out a frustrated sigh.
He laughed and reached above your head, taking down the novel that you were searching for. "You mean this one?" He asked, placing the book in your hand. You had talked his ear off about the previous books, so it was no surprise that he recognized the book you were searching for.
"Oh my god," you laughed, shaking your head, "thank you!" Geto smiled and watched as you excitedly flipped through the pages
"You're welcome, sweet girl," he hummed, ruffling your hair. He picked up his own stack of books and turned back to you. "Wanna go look for Toru?"
"Yeah," you nodded, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together, "Let's find him and make sure he hasn’t gotten himself into too much trouble."
You wandered through the store, looking for Gojo. Geto was telling you about the books he'd picked out and was explaining how the plot was progressing, and how he was excited to see the direction the author would take the storyline. God, you could listen to him talk all day.
As you looked, though, you had trouble finding Gojo. He was nowhere to be found. “We’ve checked through all the aisles, where is he?” Geto asked, obviously annoyed with the searching. You opened your mouth and were about to answer, but a familiar groan sounded out throughout the store.
Turning around, you two knew that it came from the lounge area in the corner of the store. The cushioned benches were filled with a mismatch of people reading or chatting quietly. You and Geto walked over, scanning the seating for your missing boyfriend.
And there he was.
In deep focus, Gojo sat, playing a game of chess with a child who was no older than 12. A cheeky smile spread across your lips, and Geto let out a sigh and shook his head. The two of you moved next to Gojo, who was scowling down at the kid through his sunglasses.
"Toru, what are you doing?" You laughed, sitting beside him on the bench.
"Shh shh shh- I need to focus," Gojo grumbled, his brow furrowed in concentration.
“You’re losing,” Geto said after looking at the pieces, sitting beside you on a sofa that gave you two a good view of the game.
"You think I don't know that?" He snapped, waving his hand. You and Geto exchanged a glance, "Rude," You snorted.
"How did you even get caught up in this?" Geto asked, chuckling.
"I came over here to pour myself some tea, and this little gremlin challenged me to a game of chess," Gojo explained, moving his knight forward, “Didn’t think I’d be up against a child prodigy or something,” he grumbled under his breath. You and Geto just laughed, finding his frustration entertaining.
A short while later, the game was finished, and Gojo lost spectacularly. "Ha! Check mate!" The kid exclaimed, throwing his arms up in celebration as Gojo stared at the board with his jaw dropped.
"What- How?" Gojo grumbled, tilting his head as he inspected the pieces.
You and Geto were laughing, enjoying the show. "Aww are you okay, baby?" You teased, placing a hand on his shoulder
He shot you a glare. "No, shut up," he grumbled.
"Aww, it's okay, Toru," Geto said, smirking. "You can't win them all, you know?"
Gojo sat up from the chair and rolled his eyes, “I let him win,” he mumbled, waving the child off. You and Geto chuckled, standing up as well. "Suuuure," Geto chuckled.
You took Gojo's hand and gave it a small squeeze as the three of you walked to pay for the books. "Whatever," he sighed, looking over his shoulder for one last glance at the board.
After checking out, you stopped to get lunch before going back home. You three chose a restaurant that had patio seating so you could enjoy the nice weather. You sat between Gojo and Geto, smiling brightly as you chatted and ate. "This is so nice," you sighed, leaning back in your seat, "thank you for taking me out,"
"Of course," Geto said, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair.
"Anytime, baby," Gojo added, leaning over and pecking a kiss on your cheek.
You three talked for a while longer and enjoyed the nice weather. The breeze was cool and the sun was shining brightly. After your delicious meal, Gojo paid the bill and you three decided to walk around the city for a little while longer.
"Where are we headed to next?" Geto asked, holding your hand and swinging it playfully as you walked. "Hmm," you hummed, thinking for a moment, "what about we find something sweet?" you asked looking up at him with a coy smile.
Gojo's ears perked up, "Like candy?" He asked, walking over to your side, "or pastries?"
"Ooh yes," you nodded, "either sounds great,"
"Pastries it is!" Gojo exclaimed, taking your other hand and walking ahead, pulling you and Geto behind him.
Geto laughed and shook his head, "Toru, slow down," he called out, "you're going to make us trip."
Gojo slowed down his pace, but still tugged you and Geto along behind him. After a short walk, Gojo found the bakery that he had in mind. The sweet aroma of vanilla and sugar hit you three as soon as you opened the door. The three of you ordered a variety of goodies and decided to save them for later.
Gojo took them and placed them in a to-go box, and Geto paid for your order.
"Thank you, Sugu," you smiled, giving Geto a kiss on the cheek.
"Anything for you, sweet girl," he smiled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, "Alright, let's go home," he added, taking the box from Gojo's hand.
Gojo nodded and you three exited the shop, "I'll call my driver, I'm sure he's nearby," he said, pulling out his phone.
You nodded and the three of you waited for the car to arrive. Gojo's driver arrived shortly, and you three hopped in the backseat. "We're heading home," Gojo informed the driver.
When the three of you made it back home, Geto headed to the kitchen and you and Gojo made your way to the couch. Gojo fell onto the cushions and immediately stretched out, his head landing in your lap.
He hummed, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. You smiled and giggled, running a hand through his hair, "So pretty," You mumbled, scratching his scalp. He groaned and pushed into your touch, like a dog craving affection.
He wanted to say something smart back at you but couldn't find any words as you ran your fingernails through his hair, his mind instantly melting into jelly. Pleased with the reaction, you were more than happy to indulge him.
To both of your pleasant surprise, Geto joined as well, coming behind you to lean over the back of the couch, looping his arms around your shoulders. Leaning into the crook of your neck he whispered against your ear, “I have tea brewing in the kitchen for us, is there anything else you’d want?” His voice is like honey, silky smooth and laced with unspoken intentions.
"Oh?" You gasped, your voice suddenly high pitched and brittle. The simple act of his voice alone put butterflies in your stomach and made your spine tingle, instantly bringing you to a world of desire, "How thoughtful," You added, your cheeks warming.
He laughed and his mouth found its place on the side of your neck, his teeth and tongue grazing your skin, "Mmm, just tell me, princess. Anything you want." He hummed, Gojo's eyes fluttering open, his head still in your lap.
The devotion in his voice and the way his hands moved to squeeze at your sides had your knees weak. Gojo watched from your lap and smirked, "Sugu, stop distracting her, we still need to hear what she wants," he teased, his eyes flicking between you and Geto.
"You're right, my apologies," Geto chuckled, pulling away and kissing your head, "Go ahead, angel. What's on your mind?"
Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you shifted slightly in your seat. “What if you made that pho again for dinner later- the one you made last week. It was really good, right, Toru?” You asked, looking down at Gojo.
Gojo's face lit up and he sat up, nodding, "Yes! Please,"
Geto smiled and pressed a kiss on your cheek, "Done," he said, making his way to the kitchen, a little more enthusiastic about cooking than usual.
"Thank you!" You giggled, "Your food is amazing, Suguru," you called after him, a bright smile on your face.
"You can thank me later, sweet girl," he winked, chuckling.
You grabbed the remote, flipping the television onto a channel, settling on a show you’ve watched countless times. As the episode started, Gojo immediately laid back down, his head once again rested on your lap. He rubbed his cheek on your thighs and his hands splayed across your legs. You ran your nails through his hair, caressing his face with the other hand. He closed his eyes and hummed, taking in all of the attention.
“Hey,” you scrunched Gojo’s hair playfully to get his attention, “I was thinking,” you started, making Gojo raise a questioning eyebrow, You cleared your throat and continued, "So... about thanking Sugu later- I think it would be fun for both of us to show him our appreciation… together?” you traced your fingertips over Gojo's cheekbone, stroking lightly.
Gojo chuckled and raised his eyebrows, his bright blue eyes meeting yours, "Oh?" He grinned, looking up at you, "Are you suggesting what I think you are?" He asked, smirking, "Tell me, what did you have in mind?"
You shrugged and bit the inside of your cheek nervously, “I dunno- you, me… on our knees… in front of him…?” You raised an eyebrow in question at Gojo, questioning if this would actually be something he'd consider. The slow smile that grew on his face should have been an answer in itself, but you'll always want to hear him speak his thoughts to affirm them.
His fingers rubbed small circles on your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours, "Mm, I like the sound of that," he said, looking up at you suggestively, his voice low and serious. "Would you like that too, hmm? Me, holding your pretty little wrists together, the pair of us sucking his dick, worshipping every inch," Gojo paused and his tongue darted out, wetting his lips, "You would look so beautiful like that, baby, his cum spilling out of your pretty little mouth.”
A smirk rose to his lips as he delivered his speech. You stayed silent, stunned at his forwardness. “Mm? Is that what you have planned in that beautiful head of yours?"
"God, you're so hot when you talk like that," you managed to sigh out, more breathily than you anticipated.
Releasing his grasp on your thigh, Gojo moved his hand to your face, gently lifting your chin. The two of you locked eyes and he leaned forward, his face coming closer to yours. "Does that mean I'm right?" He teased, watching your every move.
Nodding slightly, you answered, a nervous flutter tickled your stomach. "I just- want to make him feel good," you whispered, cupping his cheek, "and share that with you..."
"Well," Gojo smiled, leaning forward to place a kiss on your cheek, "then that's exactly what we should do."
You bit your lip, looking to meet his beautiful blue eyes. Just as your lips were about to brush his in a soft, gentle embrace, a laughter from behind pulled you from your trance.
"Oh? Are we telling secrets now?" Geto mused, walking into the room with a tray of steaming tea. Gojo pulled away quickly and rolled his eyes, "Actually, we were having a very serious conversation."
"Oh, of course," Geto chuckled, setting the tray down on the coffee table, "I forgot you're the most serious person in the world. And what would this serious conversation be?" He teased, handing you a mug.
"It was about- uh," Gojo stumbled looking around the room, trying to come up with an excuse, "World peace!" he grinned at Geto, like it was actually believable.
You rolled your eyes and almost palmed your forehead. Geto raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing his friend. He sat down beside you and smirked, "World peace, huh? Interesting. I would have never guessed."
"Yeah! We were talking about the economy and how fucked it is," Gojo continued, gesturing wildly, "Someone should really get on top of that!"
You and Geto shared a look, and both had to stifle a laugh.
"Really? Is that so?" Geto chuckled, sipping his tea.
"Yep!" Gojo replied, popping the 'p', "That's why I'm going to run for prime minister next election, and you two are going to be my first ladies!"
At this point, you couldn't hold back your laughter, Geto joined in, almost choking on his tea. Gojo crossed his arms and pouted, "Hey! Stop laughing, I'm being serious. I could totally be prime minister!"
You and Geto were practically crying from laughing so hard.
"You two are so impossible," Gojo mumbled, turning away from you. Geto wiped a tear from his eye and tried to catch his breath. "You're right, Satoru," he chuckled, "we're sorry. Please continue your very important serious conversation,"
Gojo stuck his tongue out at him, "Keep up this attitude and you won't be my first lady," he grumbled.
Geto couldn't hold back his laugh, "Oh, no. How will I live?"
"I hate you," Gojo sighed, shaking his head with a smile beginning to show.
"No, you don't," you giggled, taking his hand in yours.
Gojo looked at you and rolled his eyes, sighing, "No, I don't," he admitted.
"Come here," you smiled, pulling him closer to you. Geto set his mug down and scooted closer as well, draping his arm over your shoulder. Gojo cuddled into your side, his head resting on your chest. The three of you nestled together, cuddling closely, and watching television.
After a few episodes finished, Geto got up and made his way to the kitchen, beginning to prepare dinner and you followed after trying to convince him to let you help. "Sweet girl, you go back and relax- you don't need to lift a finger," Geto smiled, ruffling your hair.
"But I want to help!" You protested, grabbing his arm, "Please, Sugu,"
He sighed and shook his head, "Fine, you can help me cut the vegetables, but nothing else, okay?" You smiled and nodded, "Okay, deal,"
"Toru!" Geto called, turning to the living room, "Go set the table!"
"Coming!" Gojo yelled back, stretching as he got up from the couch.
You giggled and Geto pulled you into his chest from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist. "What's so funny, hmm?" He asked, squeezing your sides.
You squealed and squirmed in his arms, "Nothing, I'm just happy," you giggled craning your head back to look at him.
"Mmm, you're adorable," Geto chuckled, placing a kiss on your temple.
You blushed and nuzzled into his chest, "Thank you,"
Gojo entered the kitchen and rolled his eyes, "Ugh, I leave for five seconds and you're already all over each other," he whined, a pout on his lips, "why can't I get any attention?"
Turning to him, you laughed and shook your head. "Come here, you can help me with the veggies," you held your arms out, inviting him into your embrace.
Gojo didn't hesitate to scoop you up from Geto's hold, hugging you tightly. "Good," he smirked, burying his face into your chest, "Much better,"
"Toru, you better actually help her chop the vegetables," Geto scolded, placing an extra knife on the cutting board.
"Of course!" Gojo replied with a salute and set you down, taking a spot beside you.
Once Geto finished cooking, the three of you enjoyed the meal together, laughing, joking, and teasing.
"God, this is so good," Gojo hummed, shoveling another bite into his mouth.
"Thank you," Geto replied, "glad you enjoy it."
"This is amazing, Sugu," you smiled, taking a sip of your drink, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of your cooking,"
"Thank you, baby," Geto smiled, rubbing your thigh, "that's very sweet of you,"
"It's the truth," you giggled, "Toru agrees, don't you?"
Gojo nodded enthusiastically while slurping up the long noodles.
"Well, thank you both," Geto chuckled, continuing to eat.
Once the three of you finished dinner and cleaned the kitchen, Geto insisted on doing the dishes. "No, Toru and I can do them!" you said, grabbing a dish towel and opening the cabinet.
"No, no," Geto replied, gently pushing you away from the sink, "Toru can dry," he handed Gojo a dish rag, "but you go and relax. You helped me enough during dinner."
"Sugu, I-"
"Sweet girl," Geto interrupted, "go. Relax. You've had a busy day," When you looked to Gojo for some assistance, he proved to be no help. Instead, he gave you a big grin that made the corner of his eyes crinkle and took the towel from your hands and draped it over his shoulder.
Sighing, you knew that there was no point in arguing, so you turned on your heel and left to the bedroom.
When you walked in, you realized a quick shower sounded nice. So you stripped out of your clothes, turning the water on. Once the water was nice and warm, you stepped in, letting the water wash over you. After you finished showering, you walked out of the bathroom in your makeshift towel dress.
At the same time, the two boys we're just walking into the bedroom, finishing their clean up duties. Gojo and Geto couldn't help but stop and stare as you walked into the bedroom, water dripping down your skin, your damp hair framing your face, and a towel that barely covered you.
"Holy shit," Geto mumbled, his eyes trailing up and down your body.
"You're so beautiful," Gojo added, his eyes wide, practically glued to you.
You blushed, feeling their gaze on you. "Thanks," you smiled, giggling at their reactions, "I'm just gonna throw some pajamas on," You added, walking over to the closet.
Gojo and Geto exchanged a look and both shook their heads. "No you're not," Gojo said, crossing his arms.
"Not yet at least," Geto added, smirking, "Why cover up when we're just going to take them off of you?"
You stopped in your tracks, feeling your face heat up. "Oh?" You squeaked, looking back at the pair.
"Mhm," Geto hummed, walking over to you and taking your hand, "Unless you're not interested, which is completely fine."
Your eyes widened and you looked up at him shaking your head, "No I am interested, in fact-" you looked behind Geto to Gojo and gestured for him to come closer, "That’s what Toru and I were talking about earlier."
Geto raised an eyebrow, smiling, "Oh were you now?" He asked, pulling you closer.
"We were," Gojo added, stepping beside Geto, his hand finding its way to your waist, "and we've decided that we want to show you how much we appreciate you,"
Geto smirked, "Is that so?" He asked, leaning forward, his forehead resting against yours.
"Mhm," you hummed, placing a hand on his chest, "will you let us?", slowly, you began to slide your hand down until it rested just above his waistband, "please?"
"How could I say no to such a pretty girl," Geto hummed, leaning down to place a kiss on your neck, "especially when she asks so nicely."
You shivered as his lips met your skin. Gojo stepped closer, his hand moving from your waist, slowly trailing down the curve of your hips until it reached the hem of the towel. With a tug, it dropped from your body, leaving you bare, sans the droplets that still peppered your skin.
"Sit on the bed for us, Sugu," Gojo said, looking up at his friend, "We'll take care of you, I promise."
Geto nodded and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving you. Gojo's hand moved to the small of your back, gently leading like a dog and a lamb.
Kneeling down, you were at the perfect level. Your hand lifted to gently palm Geto through his pants, earning a groan. You smiled up at him, Gojo's hand encouraging you to continue. Geto was already straining against his pants.
"Excited are we?" Gojo asked, kneeling down beside you. Geto only groaned, bucking his hips forward, seeking your touch. Gojo wrapped his arms around your waist and guided you forward, Geto's legs spreading to accommodate the two of you. Slowly, you undid his belt and unraveld it from the loops, dropping it between you and Gojo.
As your fingers continued with the button and zipper of the pants Geto tugged off his shirt, meanwhile, Gojo grabbed the belt and narrowed his eyes while turning it.
After you undid the zipper you were about to pull down his pants, but your hands paused mid-air from Gojo's voice, "Put your hands behind your back," he commanded, voice low.
Your hands immediately dropped, the command sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Turning to Gojo, you complied, your hands reaching behind you and clasping together. He wrapped the belt around your wrists, securing them together.
"You remember our word still right?" Gojo asked, pressing a kiss on your temple.
"Yes- blue." you nodded, testing the restraints to make sure it wasn't too tight.
"Good girl," Gojo hummed, gently petting your head.
Geto was watching the exchange with lidded eyes. He couldn't help but feel more aroused from watching you so obediently follow Gojo's commands.
Gojo turned his attention back to Geto, "Now, where were we?" He asked, helping you pull down Geto's pants.
With his cock springing free from the confines of his pants, he was already rock hard, precum leaking from the tip.
"Look how excited he is for us," Gojo smirked, taking Geto's length in his hand and giving it a slow, firm pump.
"Fuck," Geto groaned, bucking his hips into Gojo's hand.
"So eager," Gojo teased, pumping him again, this time even slower. Shifting your weight forward, you pressed a soft kiss onto the inside of his right thigh. Geto moaned, his eyes trained on you. Slowly, you kissed up his leg, moving closer and closer to his throbbing cock.
Gojo's hand continued to stroke Geto slowly, the anticipation killing him. Before you could reach where he wanted you, you moved your lips to the opposite side, starting all over. Geto whined, bucking his hips, but Gojo's free hand shot to his hip, holding him in place.
"Patience," Gojo tutted, slowing his pumps even more.
"Toru, please," Geto groaned, his head falling back, "just let her suck me already- or you suck me, or at least jerk me off faster."
Gojo chuckled and shook his head, "So impatient. Do you deserve it?"
"Yes," Geto hissed, his fists balling up.
"Toru, be nice," you pouted, looking up at Gojo, "he deserves it,"
Gojo sighed and smiled, "Go ahead, babygirl," he hummed, keeping his grip around the base of Geto's cock.
You lifted yourself onto the tops of your knees and were about to capture the tip in your mouth when Gojo unraveled his hand around Geto's cock and pushed his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. Your eyes widened, surprised from the action, but you opened your mouth and Gojo's fingers immediately went deeper.
"Get them nice and wet, baby," Gojo hummed, gently thrusting his fingers in and out of your mouth, "good girl, just like that."
Geto watched with lustful eyes, Gojo's fingers disappearing and reappearing from your lips. After a moment, Gojo pulled his fingers out and moved them back to Geto's cock, using your spit as lube. With his other hand he wrapped your hair into his fist and brought you to his balls.
"Suck," he commanded, and you obeyed. Opening your mouth, you sucked and licked obediently, Gojo's hand guiding you.
"Toru-" Geto moaned, his fingers tangling in the sheets beneath him, "that wasn't what I meant- please, just let her suck my dick,"
"She's a good girl," Gojo hummed, "listening to me so well. Aren't you, baby?"
You hummed in response, Geto's balls still in your mouth. "See?" Gojo chuckled, petting your head, "And she’s doing such a good job too. She can stay down here a little longer, seems quite comfortable."
Geto groaned, his cock throbbing from the sight before him. You, on your knees, bound hands behind your back, and your mouth worshiping his balls.
Gojo tugged your hair, pulling your mouth away from his balls and brought you just a breath away from the tip of Geto's cock. "How badly do you want to fuck her pretty little mouth?" Gojo asked, his fingers tracing Geto's length.
"So fucking badly," Geto groaned, his knuckles turning white from his grip on the sheets.
"That's not good enough," Gojo smirked, shaking his head.
Geto groaned, bucking his hips forward, but Gojo was faster, and moved you away before Geto could hit his target. "Toru, please," Geto begged, "please let her suck my cock,"
"Hmm," Gojo hummed, pretending to think, "see- I think you can do better than that," Gojo looked down at you, "don't you think so, babygirl?"
You nodded, Geto's tip glistening from the precum that was practically pouring out. "I think so too," you hummed, licking your lips.
Gojo smiled and nodded, "See? Our sweet princess agrees. Tell me, Sugu, how badly do you want her pretty lips around your cock?"
Geto whined, Gojo's fingers were still tracing the tip and driving him crazy. "Toru, please. Fuck- I'm desperate," he groaned, his head falling back, "I've been thinking about her gorgeous mouth all day, and now she's so close and I can't even touch her. Please, Toru, I'm falling apart." Geto groaned, bucking his hips again.
"There we go," Gojo chuckled, "that's what I wanted to hear." With that, Gojo brought you forward and commanded, "Open,"
Immediately, you opened your mouth, waiting patiently, your eyes trained up at Geto. Gojo guided you down, and the sensation of your warm tongue against Geto's tip had his hips jerking up involuntarily. His head immediately hit the back of your throat, his length filling your mouth.
"Fuck," Geto moaned, his grip on the sheets tightening, "shit- I'm sorry, princess, are you okay?" Geto asked, his voice raspy.
You hummed in response, looking up at him with damp eyes and bobbing your head. Geto moaned, your humming vibrating through his cock.
Gojo watched with hungry eyes, his hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements. "Isn't she such a good girl? Look how pretty she looks with your cock stuffed in her mouth,"
"Fuck, she's perfect," Geto groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.
You hollowed your cheeks, swirling your tongue along his shaft. With Gojo's hand guiding your movements, you took Geto's length as deep as you could, your nose brushing his pelvis.
Geto moaned, his hand moving to the back of your head. Gojo immediately swatted him away, "Hands off," he warned, narrowing his eyes.
"Toru, please, let me touch her, please," Geto begged, his hand hovering just above your head.
Gojo hummed, pretending to think, "I suppose. Since you've been so good," Gojo released his hand from your hair and Geto immediately replacing and tangled his fingers into your locks.
"Fuck, you look so gorgeous," Geto groaned, his hips bucking up. You moaned around his length, his praise going straight between your thighs.
Gojo knelt down and whispered into your ear, "Does that make you wet, baby?" he asked, his hand moving down your body and resting just above your clit.
"Mmhm," you hummed, bobbing your head. Gojo's fingers dipped lower, collecting the wetness that was pooling between your thighs.
"She's so soaked," Gojo chuckled, bringing his fingers to Geto's lips, offering him a taste of your slick.
Geto's tongue darted out and he immediately moaned, sucking the digits into his mouth. "She tastes so good," Geto groaned, his cock twitching in your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks again and bobbed your head, your tongue tracing the vein of his cock.
Geto shuttered, his cock hitting the back of your throat again. With his hand tangled in your hair, he was controlling the pace, his hips jerking up erratically.
"Someone's getting close," Gojo chuckled, watching Geto's abdomen flex as you deepthroated his cock. Geto whined, his fingers tightening in your hair. You continued to hollow your cheeks while sucking him as deep as you could. Gojo moved onto the bed behind him.
After undoing Geto's bun, he pushed aside his hair and placed kissed down his neck, starting from behind his ear. "Toru, fuck- she feels so good," Geto groaned, Gojo's tongue tracing the shell of his ear.
"Mhm, I bet she does. Such a good girl," Gojo hummed, nibbling on his earlobe, "look at how happy you make her..." his finger tips scratched through Geto's scalp massaging it gently. Geto moaned, his head falling back, resting on Gojo's shoulder.
Gojo wrapped his hand around Geto's hair and tugged, giving him perfect access to his neck, "How happy you make me," He bit down unexpectedly, his tongue tracing Geto's pulse, "how lucky we are to have you,"
Geto cried out, his cock hitting the back of your throat again.
"Look at you, falling apart so beautifully," Gojo hummed, his tongue licking the shell of Geto's ear, "such a good boy."
You hummed around Geto's length and bobbed your head faster, his grip tightening in your hair.
Geto moaned, Gojo's bites and licks on his neck, mixed with your mouth sucking his cock sent him over the edge.
"Fuck- princess- I'm gonna cum," Geto groaned, his hips bucking up, "fuck- fuck!" he cried out, spilling down your throat, his orgasm crashing through him.
Gojo wrapped his free hand around Geto's chest and held him close, your mouth milking him through his orgasm. Once Geto's orgasm subsided, his grip on your hair loosened and Gojo helped you pull away, his length slipping from your lips.
"Such a good girl," Gojo hummed, Geto panting, his eyes closed. Gojo's hands immediately undid the belt restraints around your wrists. You pulled your arms in front of you and Gojo massaged the red marks that were forming from the restraint and peppered them with kisses.
"Come here," Geto hummed, opening his eyes and extending his arms, "my sweet girl," You crawled onto the bed and Geto immediately pulled you into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and Gojo crawled onto the bed behind you, his chest flush against your back. Geto cupped your chin, his thumb tracing your lips, "You're incredible," he hummed, leaning down and placing a kiss on your swollen lips, "so perfect,"
You giggled and snuggled into his chest, "thank you,"
"Toru," Geto hummed, reaching a hand behind you and beckoning Gojo closer. Gojo wrapped his arms around you and Geto, his lips peppering kisses between your shoulders. Geto tilted your chin up and captured your lips again in a soft, loving embrace.
"Thank you," Geto hummed, "both of you, that was amazing,"
Gojo chuckled and rested his head on your shoulder, "Of course."
"Anything for you," you hummed, tracing Geto's chest, "are you feeling relaxed now?"
"Very," Geto smiled, "would you like me to return the favor?"
Gojo perked up and shook his head, "No, let me," Gojo hummed, wagging his finger, "you sit back and relax, Sugu, I'll take care of our girl,"
Geto chuckled and nodded, "If you insist," he hummed, unwrapping his arms from you and Gojo, “but only for this round- next round I call having her legs wrapped around my face," he smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Gojo nodded and grinned while flipping you over and pinning you down underneath him. "Hi," he smiled, his face inches from yours.
"Hi," you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, "kiss me."
"As you wish," Gojo hummed, closing the space between you.
Geto watched from beside the pair of you, a smile on his face, "Mm, I'm so lucky,"
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୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 9﹕✦﹕┈・୧
Itachi Uchiha x F!Reader -> Makeup Sex
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itachi uchiha of the leaf. a name so praiseworthy and intimidating that you never get used to his wife's stature. oh, also, the hokage of konoha. what makes things worse, is his hectic schedule and his apparent business.
he had forgotten your anniversary this time, you didn't remind him the entire time when you ate breakfast with him, even though Itachi could tell you were behaving differently. your responses were cut short and he could feel the familiar pang of rage and sadness your voice held which he couldn't quite put a finger on. “is something the matter? my dear.” he asked, biting his lip when you shook your head no. something’s definitely the matter.
it clicked him mid lunch, oh no— his braincells all rioting against him. “how foolish of me.” he hums. disappointed at himself and facepalms. the very first thing that came into itachi’s mind was letting everything go last moment, give it in the hands of his advisor. then, the next thing was your favorite peonies. itachi himself fetched it from the yamanaka store, while ino tried to tease him about it… there was no point because itachi was guilt laced. the hokage attire attracted attention but itachi couldn’t care less at this point.
a knock to your door broke you from your haze, you got up, sighing and walking towards it. “you?” you blinked, watching a very flustered itachi get inside, hug you and then lean in, kissing you passionately. “mm, i love you, wishing you a very happy anniversary sweetheart. apologies, sincere apologies that it slipped my mind.” before you could open your mouth to say anything, itachi pecked your lips over and over and over. “please forgive me.” he kneeled on, looking up at you with doe eyes. “i know i am not the best husband angel, but please forgive me.” the sincere apologies that erupted from him made you giggle. “alright, i forgive you itachi.” you couldn’t stay mad at him for long after all.
“let me make it up to you.” a low grunt escaped him as he leaned closer, fingers intertwined around your pretty little throat, slender, perfect fingers pressing onto the sides & observant eyes eating at every tender gasp while you were pinned against the wall. itachi’s curious lips found their way to your sweet spot, oh how perfectly you moan for him & reward him. such a good little angel.
uchihas love hard, uchihas are territorial & uchihas are one, heartthrob of a kind. when itachi nibbled onto your sensitive neck, breaking the skin & marking you with purple hickeys, your fingers languidly pulled off the rubber band of his loose ponytail. “you smell mesmerising, i wonder how far gone i’ll be once i see you bare.” itachi mused, it took him a lot of time to be this open with you. sharing his lewd thoughts and feelings with the adoring siren glare.
“go on,” you leaned in, taking off his hokage robe first. itachi was impatient, moreso than you. the sound of fabric being torn apart echoed into your ears as he ripped off your clothing, picking you up against the counter that was just near to the entrance, neatly decorated with antiques you and itachi shopped for yourselves whenever you got time. that’s what you love about the silly little place you call home.
“what’s to stop me from not ravishing you here and now, angel?” itachi smirked, leaning in and letting you feel the build up of his intense emotions probing at your heat. fuck you wanted him bad.
“want you right now.” you pouted, pulling him close to feel more of his semi against you, “want you so bad.” you didn’t waste anytime bratting up, or pretending to be hard to get.
“of course sweetheart. i will give it to you. you’re my one and only after all.” itachi flicked your forehead with an amicable smile, spreading your cunt lips and thrusting into you, careful but harsh. the position impacting your g-spot instantly as a choked whimper erupted from the depths of your throat, intertwined with his needy groan. “agh- you hug me so tight.” he mused, not letting you have a lot of time to get used to him & thrusting into you. one of his palms placed beside your head, leaned against the wall.
“you are mine, everything about you is mine. every fibre of your being is mine.” itachi growled carnally almost, leaning in and eating your moans apart with fervent kisses. it wasn’t before you felt the familiar twitch inside your needy pussy. “shit, m’ close..” you whined out, clamping hard around his girth.
“happy anniversary angel, go on. show me your love.”
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Can you do a yan megumi where he blackmails her and babytraps her but the higher ups wont do anything since she’s carrying the next heir of the zenin clan anyway 🥰
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Warning: smut, heavy smut, noncon, unprotected sex, yandere, teasing .....
( All characters are aged up/18+)
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I was a first year student in jujutsu high. I had friends there. Nobara, Megumi and Yuji. We were like best friends. Life felt good to be with them.
Megumi Fushiguro had a great obsession with me. But never let anyone know that. Not even me. Who knew that he was so obsessed that he would kill a guy who was being friendly with me. So we were on a coffee shop one day. We mean all of us. There was a guy at the counter who talked with me a bit nicely. He was just talking with me normally. Next morning we saw his dead body on the news. Nobody found out who killed him. But who knew that was Megumi.
That guy wasn't only one whom Megumi was jealous of. There was a guy Megumi was jealous of the most. It was his own friend Yuji. One day we were at the cafeteria talking with each other when suddenly pulled my rubber band from my hair. "Catch me if you can" Yuji said and started running. "Yuji I swear to god!!!" I run behind him. We were fighting for that rubber band. "Doesn't they look good together?" Nobara asked. Megumi didn't replied. He just glared at us. 'good? Who does think that they look good together????!!!! She isn't for him!' he thought to himself.
One evening I was getting ready to go out when I heard someone opened the door. It was Megumi. He closed the door. "Oh ....hey, Megumi" I said and again looked at the mirror and started fixing my hair. "Hey. You going somewhere?" He asked. "Yeah. Going out..." I said. "With?" He asked. I looked at him "with Yuji. He asked me if I was free today so we can go out. I didn't said him anything tho. He doesn't even know that I'm going and getting ready" I said with a laugh. Megumi didn't said anything he just glared at me from behind. "No you're not" he spoke suddenly. "What?" I asked confusingly. "You are not going out with him" he said. "Why?" I asked. "Because I'm telling you so" he said dead seriously. "Look Megumi it's already getting late we can do this joking thing after I came home...ok?" I said and started walking towards the door. But he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. "I said you're not going out with him" he said with grinded teeth. " Megumi, let go off me.... you're hurting me!!!!" I said. "I said YOU ARE NOT GOING OUT WITH YUJI" he screamed this time. "I'm going out with him and you can't tell me what to do or not!" I replied him. He nooded in response and pushed me away and went towards the door and locked it.
" so... you're not taking it in the friendly way right???" He said while walking towards me. "What kind of joke is this now!!??" I said. He was already too close to me. I was backing up. My legs touched the end of the bed. "Do I look like I'm joking?" He said grabbing my chin.
There was no where to back away now. We both fall on the bed. He was still grabbing my chin with his one hand and supporting himself on the bed with the other hand. "Get away from me!" I pushed him. " I SAID YOU ARE NOT GOING OUT WITH YUJI!!!" He grabbed my wrist and pinned on the bed. "When I'm telling you something you something you should listen to me instead of being a bitch" he said with grinded teeth. I couldn't even believe that Megumi can talk like that. I tried to loose my hand. "Still being a bitch,huh?" He said. The next I felt his hand on my thigh getting upwards. Then I understand he was taking off my dress. "What the fuc-" I was about to scream but he placed a hand on my mouth.
He threw the dress on the floor. I was struggling under him, trying to push him away but nothing effected him. Fear grabbed me by my neck. He started crawling towards me. " M-megumi stop" I said. He didn't replied. I tried to get off from the bed but he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me. " Would you ever stop being a bitch?" He said. " Megumi please stop" I begged but he crashed his lips on mine. Kissing me roughly. Making me breathless.
I tried to stop him but my strength was nothing for him. He took off my bra. I was just left in my panties. Megumi started licking on my nipple. He was being a tease. I moaned. He continued his teasing licking and sucking on my nipple. With his one hand he grabbed my other boob and squeezed it roughly. I scremed so loudly.
When he was done playing with my nipples and boobs he got up and started taking off my panties. " Megumi please...." I begged again. "Shhh... Your pussy is telling me to continue~" he said with his smirk. He bring his face close to my pussy and licked it.
He took off his clothes. His huge length was out now. My eyes widened at his length. It was too long and too thick. I knew it wasn't gonna fit. I tried to get off from the bed but he grabbed my leg and pulled me again in that place. He grabbed his dick stroked it two or three times then line it with my entrence. I began to panic. " Megumi Megumi Megumi.... please no .... M-megumi please no... I'm begging you!!!" I begged him. "Where's that bitch now?????" he screamed and tears started falling from my eyes.
Megumi pushed his whole length in one slide and I scremed with pain. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was screming loudly. His huge dick was giving me too much pain. He started giving me hickeys on my neck and chest. His thursting getting faster and harder. "This .... This is mine.... I wouldn't.... I wouldn't let Yuji take it from me!!!!" He said between moans. My whole body was shaking. He was moaning too. The way his dick was touching my g-spot make my back arch. It didn't take much time and I came. As I came that smirk again played on his lips.
He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside... Megumi please" I begged him. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out and whispered in my ear "now let's see how Yuji's gonna accept you after knowing you're carrying my child".
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The next morning
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When I woke up I slowly get off from my bed because Megumi was still there sleeping beside me. I quickly wore some clothes and went to the jujutsu high. I knew Yuji, Nobara and Gojo sensei were out this morning for a mission. So I directly went to the higher ups. I told them everything. Everything happened with me, everything he did with me. "Does that mean you're carrying his child now?" They asked me. I nooded. They kept silent. I was shocked. "What?... you're not gonna help me???" I asked. "Look... We know what happened is bad but just listen to us for one time... Your child is gonna be the next heir of zenin clan.... you should accept it... it isn't hurting anyone!" They said. "So you are not gonna help me right?.... Fine! Let Gojo sensei return. He's the only one who will help me!" I said and rushed out of the room. Suddenly bumped into someone. I looked up and my breath stopped. None other than Megumi himself smirking at me. He grabbed my shoulder and pinned me on a nearby wall. "Listen closely. The higher ups not gonna help you.... And Gojo? You know he's gonna believe me instead of you... What if I tell him that it was you who invited me in your room and all those were your plan??? Everyone will see you as a slut. Isn't it better to accept you are mine?" He whispered in my ear.
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Can you do a 42 Miles fanfic where we style and/or braid his hair but he’s pretty tender headed (even tho he tries to act tough)?
I have no idea how to braid his hair type so I did some research for it! pls let me know if anything is inaccurate and I hope you enjoy this little fic! As always, thx for requesting <3
Possible TW: reader is referred to as "Mami" (femreader), mention of Rio, kissing on the cheek (romantic tw), unedited (pls lmk if theres any errors/inconsistencies so I can fix them)
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"Hold still!" You exclaimed, pulling his head back as he let out a yelp. "You're braiding too tight!" he hissed, closing his eyes shut and groaning.
"Hey, I'm trying my best!" you exclaimed with a frown, loosening your grasp on his hair lightly in an attempt to be gentler. "They have to be tight or else they'll get lumpy."
He grumbled, sitting up straight and gripping onto the chair tightly to mask how much pain he was in.
This wasn't the first time you were braiding your boyfriend's hair, but you were starting to hope it would be the last. He was so tender-headed, you couldn't even touch his head without him letting out a yelp. How had his mom been dealing with him all these years?
But then of course, Rio had more patience than you'd ever seen in a mother so you weren't too surprised.
He grunted in frustration, squeezing his eyes shut as you finished one of his cornrows, tying a rubber band to the end as gently as you could. "Miles..." you said, putting your arms around his neck from the back. "Do you want to take a break? Let your scalp breathe?" you asked a little teasingly.
"No! I'm fine." He said annoyedly, folding his arms over his chest as he avoided your eyes in the mirror. You kissed his cheek gently, a smile on your face. "Are you sure? The second one might hurt more."
His eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean it'll hurt more?"
"If I don't finish soon, I'm gonna be late to get home! You know how my parents are about curfew" you said, rolling your eyes and gathering up the rest of his hair to start on the second cornrow.
"Wait, wait, wait-" he said quickly, standing up. "Just uh- just give me a second. Let me breathe."
You put your hands on your hips, watching him with a smile. "Does it really hurt that bad? Have you ever tried using numbing cream, or-"
"I don't need numbing cream! I'm not a little kid, Mami." he said with a frown, sitting back down tenderly. "Alright, just do it. I'm ready"
You glanced down at his knuckles, which were turning pale as he gripped onto the arm of the chair. The two of you stayed still for a moment.
After a second, he opened his eyes to look at you in the mirror. "You gonna do it, or...?"
"Miles, you're gonna hurt yourself if you hold on too tight." you said with a sigh. "This isn't a roller coaster."
He grumbled, folding his arms in his lap as he waited for you to start, his eyes closed shut. "Just braid it."
You raised an eyebrow at him. His breath hitched in his throat.
"Please?"
You rolled your eyes again, beginning his second braid. "That's what I thought."
He stayed silent for a moment, letting out a quiet hiss of pain as you slowly moved your way down his scalp. "Thanks for doing this by the way." He said softly. "Means a lot to me." His voice was so quiet it was almost like a whisper.
"Always." you said back, your fingers moving as gently as they could, satisfied with his gratitude. "I'm really trying to be gentle man, you're just tender-headed."
"I know, I know. Thanks." It only took a few minutes for you to be done and he immediately leapt up, touching his head gently and looking in the mirror. "Looks good."
He turned around, a grin on his face before sweeping you up in a hug, arms wrapped around your waist. "I love youuu" he teased, kissing your cheek, back in a good mood now that the pain was over.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." you said with a laugh, pushing his face back gently. "I love you too, Miles."
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Farmer! Sandor Clegane Headcanon
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Summary: Just a few headcanon of Sandor Clegane as a farmer.
A/N: Thinking about this man as a farmer has me down on my knees. Comment and like below, maybe I can do next farmer Sandor meeting reader. Enjoy-L || Border Credit: @cafekitsune
Warning: SFW, sad childhood, Sandor being himself, dog dad,
Farmer!Sandor always knew he wanted to be a farmer from a young age. He liked working with his hands and moving around. He never wanted a desk job, he couldn't imagine his 6 '6 self sitting on a small computer chair for nine hours a day, five days a week. He had low patience dealing with idiot people, so retail was out of the question, any job that required dealing with people was a no. So far the only thing talking back to him were the animals on the farm and he was content with that.
Farmer!Sandor isn't much of a people person but he will sometimes invite Tormund, a worker from the market he goes to for groceries once in a while over to watch the game or just for a beer. Sandor only does it because Tormund doesn't shut up about coming over. After two six-packs, Tormund isn't so bad to be around and he doesn’t ask him about his scars.
Farmer!Sandor gets up right before the rooster crow at dawn. He likes to watch the sunrise while drinking black coffee. He nibbles on some toast or some corn muffins. On Sunday, he makes a big breakfast meal since it's the only day he rest. Eggs, bacon sometimes with ham and grits.
Farmer!Sandor wears a white beater shirt and his dark coarse chest hair peeks out. It shows off his broad shoulders and his muscular arms, it was all thanks to the hard manual labor he does. He ties his long hair with a black hair band, he keeps a spare around his wrist. He wears old blue jeans that hang low on his hips. Sometimes he wears a flannel shirt, when it gets too hot, he takes it off and wraps it around his hips. He wears these heavy size 12 boots with rubber outsoles on them.
Farmer!Sandor sweats alot after a long day of work. He uses the flannel to wipe the sweat off his forehead, neck and tone arms. He showers immediately after walking into the house. He leaves the boots outside and goes into the shower to clean the dirt and sweat off of his body. He makes sure he cleans himself, rubbing the body wash thoroughly through his chest hair and his long hair.
Farmer!Sandor walks out of the shower and looks at himself in the mirror. His burn scars are a bit red from being out in the sun all day. He reminds himself for tomorrow to wear his hat. He grabs face cream from the medicine cabinet to help with the redness. Some days Sandor can't stand the sight of him, that's why he liked being alone in his farmhouse. He dislikes the stares and pointing he got when going into town.
Farmer!Sandor still has issues about his face, it has gotten much better after going to the doctors. He has even done surgery for his hair to grow a bit, he usually combs his hair over to cover the slightly bald spot. He applies oils on his beard regularly and it helped his beard grow a bit back. His right brow has grown a bit as well, but the burn scars on his cheek and ear are still very visible.
Farmer!Sandor dresses comfy to get started on dinner. He walks into the kitchen and turns on the radio or sometimes the tv. He's listening to the news while cutting some veggies he has grown from his garden in the backyard. He usually grills his steak in the backyard when he's not tired. Opening a beer, he sits down and eats in silence. Sometimes he eats in front of the tv and watches whatever is playing. He's not picky on what to watch on tv.
Farmer!Sandor was on the field the next day on the tractor when he heard barking. He turns it off and looks over his shoulders to see it was a dog a few feet away from him. There isn't usually strays around, he makes sure of it since he has some chickens and pigs. He walks towards the dog, its shaggy fur is white and gray. Its ears are floppy and its tongue is hanging out as it pants.
“You alright, pup?” He asked, not really expecting it to answer but to his surprise. It barks at him, making him smile.
He carefully stretches his hand out when he notices it wasn't going to bite. He pats its head and even scratches behind its ears. Asking if it wants to eat, the dog’s tail starts wagging like crazy. Sandor decides he’ll have lunch early that day. He smiles once more when he notices it’s following him all the way to the house. He sits outside on the porch swing as he eats his sandwich and drinks a cold glass of ice tea. He watches the dog eat the leftover steak from dinner last night.
Farmer!Sandor decides to keep the dog after it kept following him everywhere for the past week. When he finds out it’s a girl, he decides to name it after his little sister, Ellie. The dog didn’t seem to mind, it followed him whenever he said it. He liked having company, it was less lonely when he wasn’t working. He lets Ellie sleep on the foot of his bed.
Farmer!Sandor doesn't smoke that much, he really only does it when he has a rough day. He’s sitting on the porch swing with a beer in one hand and the cigarette in the other. Since he’s alone, he does alot of thinking as he watches the sunset. He thinks about his life before he started to farm. He has been thinking about his little sister lately since the dog came around. His little sister was his best friend when he was younger. He had told her about his dream of having a farm. He smiles to himself as he remembers her telling him that he had to have horses for her to ride. He promised her that he would when he was a kid he had even promised her that he would have two horses so they could ride together.
Farmer!Sandor didn't have a good childhood, his parents were never around and his older brother was a bully. His older brother was the one to burn him when he was a kid. While holding his face on the hot coals, his little sister tried to help him. She hit the older brother on the back with her tiny fist. Furious that she was hitting him, he had smacked her. He hit her so hard that she fell back and slammed her head on the coffee table. Ellie lost a lot of blood on the way to the hospital and did not survive. His older brother was 18 at the time and was sentenced to prison. Parents couldn't handle it and left Sandor, who was placed in foster care.
Farmer!Sandor gets brought back to reality when he feels Ellie rubbing her head against his knee. He threw the cigarette out and placed the beer on the small table near him. He pats the seat next to him and makes sure that the swing doesn't move as Ellie jumps up next to him. He leans back as she rests her head on his lap. Sandor pats her head softly as he looks over across the field and stares at the half built stable he was building, he was going to get those horses and complete his promise to his sister.
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Long, long time | L.H
luke hemmings x reader
summary: you don't know how much longer you can cope with luke being on tour
warnings: panic attack, anxiety, angst with comfort, hurt/comfort, fem reader, reader is really going through it, very brief mention of lack of appetite, bit of poor self hygiene, not proofread
a/n: first time posting on tumblr despite being on here for years. literally terrified, also how god damn good is the feeling of falling upwards live album. i started levitating, don't get me started on os/co i could write a whole essay. also the ending is so rushed it's not funny but i couldn't think of an ending.
plus, the ending was my grandparents wedding song and i think it's so romantic so i put it in.
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It was early. The night had kept you awake, closing your eyes meant seeing every mistake you had ever made play in your mind. The curtains on your window were left open, the empty street and faint stars mocking your every move. The dim streetlight was your only source of light, and something about it was wrong.
It had been two weeks of this, of constantly shaking hands and always looking over your shoulder. Showering took more effort than it should, you had a never ending stomach ache, it felt like you didn't need to eat or drink. Your brain had been on constant overdrive for so long that it didn't know how to switch off, and it felt like there were rubber bands, squeezing around your chest and your brain, getting tighter and tighter by the minute.
For two weeks, you had done the same thing each night. Sitting up in bed, crossing your legs under your thick blanket and rocking, back and forth and back and forth. Your hands found your hair. It was greasier than you realised. How long had it been since you washed it? Stretching out your fingers, they felt wrong. They look different then you remembered. How long had it been since you had looked at yourself? Your hands find your knees, gripping onto them as you continue to rock.
You really don't want to. But you know you should. Where is he today? What even is the date today? When did you last talk to him?
Oh, his voice. His sweet, sweet voice. What would he say if he saw you like this? And this bed. This bed is far too big without him in it.
Luke is worried as well. You last spoke three days ago, and it was only texting. Usually you facetime every night, but he hasn't seen your face in just over a week. He wonders if you are busy, are you seeing your friends, are you working more?
If you squeeze your eyes shut, you can see him. He is sitting on the bed in front of you, he is holding you, he is smiling that gorgeous soft smile that he sends your way whenever you feel down. You can feel his hands rubbing up your arms in a soothing manner, his lips pressing against your forehead as the sweetest act of comfort.
You raise a hand to his side of the bed, dragging your hand along his pillow. No. No. The corner of your eyes prick.
Standing up on shaky legs, you stumble through the dark until you find your phone, face down on your floor, next to some discarded clothes. When did you let your bedroom get this filthy? The hands digging at your chest begin to dig their nails in. You kneel down, sitting on your heels and click your phone on. It's far too bright, it stings your eyes, but nonetheless you gaze lovingly at your lockscreen. At Him.
His beautiful blue eyes, warm and loving, and his gorgeous eyelashes, god he is blessed. His beautiful smile, halfway to a laugh, bringing a sad smile to your lips. Your eyes blur as you touch his cheek through your phone screen, a ragged breath coming from your chest.
You unlock your phone, blurry eyes and shaky hands pressing his contact, and the big green call button. It rings once, twice, three times, four times.
"Hey honey! You ok? Isn't it early at home?"
You don't respond. Your mouth hangs open in shock. He's alive. He's breathing. He's real, and you haven't imagined him. His voice is coming through your phone, he is on the other end and you can almost feel him.
A deep breath.
"Luke," You sob, "Luke."
"Oh, my girl."
You can hear voices becoming louder, and some clattering, a door closing and finally, just him.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
"It hurts, Luke. It really hurts."
"What hurts?"
"My chest. It's too tight and I can't breathe properly, and my brain is so sore, every time I move it stings and burns. And my skin is too tight on me, but it's too loose in some places, and I don't recognise myself and I'm so scared. I'm so tired, and I'm so scared, and I can't sleep, and the bed is too big and the house is too silent, and I need you."
You say it all in one breath, trying hard to regulate your breathing as you hold onto the phone for dear life.
"Ok, can we take some breaths together? Nice and slow. You're ok. You're safe."
You try to breathe, and eventually your chest opens up a bit. You open up your mouth to talk, but suddenly it's all mush. You sit together in silence for a bit. Speaking is too difficult. You click the phone onto speaker, and try to make your way back to bed.
"I'm right here baby, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."
You manage to groan out a response, pulling your blanket over your shaking body. Another sob escapes your lips, and you wrap your arms around your middle, pretending that you are anywhere else, that you are anybody else, that you have your boy with you.
"I'm so proud of you, you're so brave, can we keep taking some deep breaths? Just copy me."
You listen to his breathing through the phone and try to copy it, the pressure in your throat easing slightly.
"I love you so much. And I'm home so soon. So soon."
"Yeah. Not soon enough." A shaky inhale, a shaky exhale.
"Do you want me to sit with you for a bit? I can be quiet, or I can talk, whatever you need honey."
He is so patient. He is so kind. The first time he saw you have one of these, he sat in the dark in complete silence with you for threehours.
"Talk to me. I need to hear your voice."
And so he does. He talks about what you will do when he gets back. He talks about hearing you in all of his songs, and how he can't wait to hold you.
"I need you to come home soon, Lu. I think I'm fading again. I can't sleep. I need you."
He hears the tremor in your voice, your desolate tone, your sniffles, your slight stutter. He feels his heart break in two, knowing that he isn't there to hold you, to put you back together and smooth your skin.
"I know baby. Not long now, and I'm all yours for as long as you need, okay?"
"Okay. I'm really tired. Can you sing to me?"
And he doesn't hesitate. You swear you can hear the slight smile in his voice,
"Always."
"Never thought that you would be, standing here so close to me ,there's so much I feel that I should say, but words can wait until some other day"
His voice is sweet. His words linger in your head and your eyes drift closed.
"Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again. It's been a long, long time. Haven't felt like this, my dear since I can't remember when. It's been a long, long time"
Your heart feels warm. You know that it will not be easy. You know that the next two weeks will be hard. But you know that you will see him soon. And you know that you can live when you're with him.
"You'll never know how many dreams I've dreamed about you. Or just how empty they all seemed without you. So kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again It's been a long, long time"
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Soak in the tub | headcanon
This little Nicholas Ruffilo headcanon goes out to my bestie, @bcd4rkside 🖤
18+ MDNI - Nicholas Ruffilo x female reader
🔞⚠️: fingering, overstimulation, (slight) dom!Nicholas
Nicholas knew what you needed. He could tell from the moment you got home from work.
Your body ached from a stressful day of dealing with customers as you all but fell into Nicholas' open arms as you stepped through the front door.
"Hey," you mumbled into his chest.
His protective arms wrapped around you as he kissed the top of your head before he softly announced that was going to run you a bath.
Taking you by the hand, he led you upstairs to the bathroom. You began to take off your clothes and threw them in the laundry hamper. Meanwhile, Nicholas began to fill the tub with hot water and bubble bath.
The scent of lavender and vanilla hit your nostrils as Nicholas helped you step into the tub. You let the water wash over you as you sat down and lay back, tilting your head to the side to look at Nicholas, who was sat down in the floor his chin rested on the side of the tub looking at you.
"Need help relaxing, angel?" he asked sweetly.
"Yes, please," you replied, instinctively bringing your knees up and letting them fall against the sides of the tub.
This had become a little ritual for Nicholas when you needed to wind down. Sometimes, he selfishly hoped you would have had a rough day so he'd get to spoil and pleasure you when you got home.
He rolled up his sleeves and then ran his hand down the inside of your leg closest to him, from the knee to your clit. The contact of his fingertips on your needy clit was sending ripples through your body.
Nicholas began making slow circular movements against you. This continued as you let out an audible moan, bucking your hips slowly into his hand.
He looked down on you with adoring eyes as you began trembling with adrenaline. Your clit was swollen and throbbing under his gentle caresses. You were clenching around nothing and gasping like you couldn't take in enough air.
"Please, Nicky. I need them inside," you pleaded.
"Shh, patience now, love," he hummed in response.
You gripped onto the side of the tub in an attempt to ground yourself. Water washed over onto the floor, and Nicholas, who was undeterred as he watched you falling apart.
You were a mess of whines and gasps as you went past the point of orgasm. The sensation between your legs began too much, and tears of desperation were rolling down your cheeks.
Nicholas was quick to sense you were overstimulated and changed tact. His fingers left your clit and were plunged into your entrance. He pumped them in and out, curling them so he could reach that sensitive spot inside. You clenched tightly around his fingers as your entire body began to tense up.
You bucked your hips in time with his fingers now, chasing the release you so desperately needed. Ecstasy washed over you as the rubber band in your stomach pinged, and you let out a loud, wavering moan.
For the first time since you'd left the house that morning, you felt totally relaxed. Nicholas withdrew his fingers and rinsed them off in the water. He got to his feet and reached for a hand towel.
"Finish your soak in the tub, baby. I'll go start dinner," he said as he dried his hands and then left a kiss on the top of your head.
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ignoring erin until he snaps and decides to kidnap reader
Erin fixes his hair using the reflection of a water fountain tap. His father's plain white button up hangs loose around his collar, the antennae of his hornet tattoo visible. The shirt was about three sizes too big, but it was all he could find on short notice. His bleached jeans ruined some of the novelty of the fit which he prayed you'd ignore for him trying to improve. Erin ties his hair into a bun with a rubber band and brushes lint off his tie; straightening his posture as you walk inside the building.
"Morning, Y/n. What were you up to over the weekend?"
You stop briefly to take a look at his attire. It's the most attention you've given him all week. Erin allows you to take a few more steps ahead to create distance before scrambling to catch up.
"Mine was pretty crazy too. My mom was in town and she took me to dinner that just opened up. Maybe I can show it to you sometime?"
You enter your classroom without a word. You had different first period classes so Erin couldn't follow unless he wanted to get yelled at by your teacher. He angrily tears off his tie chucks it in the trash, the top button of his shirt flying with it from the force. He slams his fist into the closest locker and crumbles to the floor below it. Fuck.
"What did I do wrong?"
Erin knew he wasn't a very likable guy. Hell- the first time you spoke was when someone else framed you for stealing his knife. He was comfortable with this idea because he thought it made him look tough. That is until the day it bit him in the ass in the long run.
After the misunderstanding was cleared up, that didn't stop his abrasiveness towards you. Developing a crush on someone he previously berated, the only reason he had for it was the fear of what falling in love with you would mean. That shame was almost justified with how hard he actually fell for you. He thought about you constantly, and when he didn't his whole world felt bleak. He was willing to change for you, and that was the most damning evidence of your claim on him.
Your silence was the cruel awakening to the reality that brute force couldn't win your heart. A person with a better outlook on the world would have realized that from the start. He figured you were find with his tough love and even acknowledged it as such with how you acted at first, but once you stopped responding to him it all became clear.
Erin tried his best. Allowing people to speak before he acted. Returning things he stole. Helping out without being asked. Given, he only did this when you were around, but it had to mean something in his favor. You stopped leering at him in disgust, but that was about it. It drove Erin mad to hear your voice down the halls, only for it to stop when you crossed his locker.
"God fucking damn it." Erin clutches his bruised fist. He tried everything. Neither his status nor his kindness won you over. Couldn't you see he could be whoever you wanted him to be?
Fuck this. If even the better option didn't win, all Erin had left was the original plan.
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Did they really have to text you so late?
Tailing back to the campus at the peak of dusk, you relay your frustration to your friend using your keyboard. They tell you not to worry about it and just hurry up. Whatever this is better be worth it if you couldn't just head over to their house.
Walking into the parking lot, the only car you see is an old beat up minivan. You confirm with your friend that it's where they are. You peak through the windows before you even think about getting in - the door opening and arm shooting out once you get up and close.
Erin slaps a hand over your mouth as he drags you in. "Don't freak out. Just- just don't scream."
He buries his head between your shoulder blades, tears staining your shirt. "One night. One night is all I need to prove myself to you. I'll let you go home as soon as its morning, but please... just one."
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MDC Commissions: The Ghost King
(A series of one shots where Marinette has some extremely unusual clients. What could possible go wrong? ao3)
When Marinette moved to Gotham after retiring as Ladybug, she had expected craziness and chaos. And living with her biological father and his family, had made her believe that she had seen everything. For example, when she sat down to breakfast that morning she had been fully prepared to see Damian and Jason engaged in a rubber band war over the head of a slumped Tim, who couldn't decide if he was awake or asleep. She didn't flinch to see Dick balancing six trays of breakfast food, while Alfred followed him with barely concealed panic. She didn't even raise an eyebrow when Bruce came in with bag under his eyes, and switched Tim's coffee with his own empty mug. Barbara rolling in arguing about the probability of aliens owning all of the bowling alleys with Duke was a completely casual conversation. And Steph filming everything while she cackled was just the cherry on top.
She sat down next to Cass (the only other kid who was quiet), as Dick precariously started setting down the trays, and Bruce called for his other two sons to sit down. They were getting a little violent, and he wasn't having much luck. It was only once the last tray was on the table, that everyone finally settled down to eat, but Marinette had a feeling that it was only a matter of time before Jason and Damian decided to start chucking food at each other. At which point, Dick would yell "Food Fight" and they'd all be required by sibling law to join in. However, Marinette was not prepared for what happened literally two seconds after everyone was seated.
Alfred had just set down the coffee pot, causing Tim to jerk awake, when a bright flash of light in the middle of the table had everyone leaping into a fighting stance. They stood silent as they watched the glowing ball of light drift lazily around the table and settle in front of her. She squinted as it flashed blindingly before dropping something on her plate with an audible "Thunk." Marinette blinked the stars out of her eyes and stared down at a thick, glowing green scroll. It was very official looking with a glowing green wax seal and a golden center.
Marinette stared at it in wonder, and took a long sip of her coffee. It was far to early for this.
"Uh Mari," Dick was the first to speak as they all stared at the scroll. "What's that?"
She looked up at him blank faced, "It's a scroll Dick."
"I know that but---" Dick scoffed but Steph interrupted him with an eager,
"What's it say?"
"I wouldn't open it Mars," Duke said hesitantly, "That green light around it is...well it's some powerful other worldly shit, I'll say that much."
"Hmm," Marinette hummed.
"Still," Barbara said, "We can't ignore it. What if it's Guardian business?"
"Has the Order ever contacted you this way before?" Bruce asked eyeing the thing like it was a bomb full of joker gass.
"Nope," Marinette said still not moving.
"We should destroy it," Damian said simply reaching for the sword he had stashed under the table.
"Bad idea," Cass said softly, "Important."
"But it could be a trap," Tim said lifting his mug and staring in confusion when he found it empty. "I can run some tests on it maybe."
"I'm with Demon," Jason said gruffly, "That thing is giving me the heebie jeebies."
"Did you just say heebie jeebies?" Stephanie said in confusion.
"Whatever it is I don't think you should touch it Mari," Bruce said.
"Seriously Jay?" Steph said, "Heebie Jeebies?"
"I agree with father," Damian said tensely, "This thing reeks of magic. Perhaps we should call a magic user."
"I can call Zatanna," Dick offered.
"Heebie jeebies?"
"Let it go Steph, this is serious!"
"But...heebie jeebies?"
The dinning room descended into utter chaos literally not even five minutes into their meal. Marinette sighed and took another sip of her coffee as her family yelled around her. She had been up all night helping Barbara with Oracle stuff and finishing up some designs for her company. And listening to her siblings fight over how to deal with ominous glowing scrolls that appeared during their breakfast was not how she wanted to start the morning. She opened her purse and Tikki flew out to look at the scroll, as Jason knocked over his chair about to launch at Steph. Tikki nodded as Dick moved to stop Jason from attacking Steph. This time Cass had taken over recording the insanity.
Everyone froze as Marinette picked up the scroll. But nothing happened. She didn't suddenly combust or summon hellfire upon them all, so she took that as a good sign and broke the seal. Immediately, her entire family began to panic and some even lunged to snatch the scroll away from her. Marinette leaped back keeping the scroll as far away from them as she could. She sent them a confused, disapproving look as if to say, "Back off it's my magic scroll get your own!" But she read the words out loud just the same.
"To the right honorable, MDC, from the court of his Majesty the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, The Ghost King, Guardian of the Eternal Souls, Protector of the Living World, The Sleepless One, The Halfa, Keeper of the Abyss, etc. Greetings.
His majesty humbly requests your services in the designing of his coronation attire for his ascension to the throne of the Deathless King. Should you accept this most honorable, and glorious commission, simply preform the included spell before the end of five days. Preferably between 4 and 5 o'clock central. Money is no object unless you wish some other form of Eternal payment. In which case, terms will have to be agreed upon in person. You will also be invited, along with a guest of your choosing, to witness this most monumental event within the Infinite Realms.
Kindest Regards,
The King's Advisor, Physician, and Head Scientist, and Leader of the Far Frozen
Frostbite. "
Marinette looked up at her family who were staring at her in awe. None of them quiet new how to take this, so for a moment there was complete silence. In her head Marinette began counting down, "Three...two...one." And the entire dinning room erupted into chaos. Marinette just sighed as she returned her attention to the commission. "What even is my life?" she muttered.
Marinette summoned the Ghost King in the private studio at her fashion house. She reserved this studio for her VIP commissions like Jagged, Clara, Diana, and her family. At that moment it was just her, Jason, and the kwamis, which was already causing chaos as half of the little gods flew around in an attempt to help without actually helping. Jason was making no attempt to corral them like he had promised to do, and instead decided to just stand and scowl as Marinette prepared the summoning circle exactly as it was depicted on the scroll. Marinette had just wanted it to be her and the kwamis, but her family all resolutely refused. Apparently, summoning an unknown, mythical, entity of unquestionable power by herself was not something they were comfortable with. So they compromised and decided that Jason was best suited to over see the meeting. After all, one of the titles was "the Ghost King" and Jason was a zombie...technically.
Still Marinette wasn't sure how well he would do in a fight. If it came to that, then the kwamis would be her best shot at protecting them. She wasn't sure how Jason's guns would do against something called, "The Keeper of the Abyss." Still she was glad he was here, in a way. "Alright!" she said standing, "It's ready!"
"Hmph," Jason grunted, "I don't like this, Pixie."
"Oh come on," Marinette said with a smile as she tried to hide her own terror, "Don't tell me you're not a little bit curious."
Jason shook his head and muttered something about not wanting to die again, which Marinette elected to ignore. Instead she began the chant and called upon the Ghost King, the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, The Bringer of the Frost, Guardian of the Eternal Souls, Protector of the Living World, The Sleepless One, The Halfa, Keeper of the Abyss, etc. " Man this guy has a lot of titles," she thought. The runes began to glow as the light began to melt upward into a swirling portal of ink and stars. The edges of the portal were wrapped in a shifting green cloud that reminded Marinette of the Lazarus Pit. "That's...probably...not a good sign," she thought but it was too late. Because a white hand emerged from the blackness and Marinette felt the magic in the room surge with the sudden pressure of power. She gasped, and her breath came our in a cloud as the hand was followed by a foot. The kwami gathered around her ready to fight, and Jason's hand flew to his gun. They all held their breath as the Ruler of the Infinite Realms emerged, in all of his power and glory.
"All I'm saying, Jazz, is that I don't see the point! I mean it's not like I'm going to be dressing like this while I'm king!" A teenage boy cried as he stepped casually from the portal.
"It's not about you, Danny!" said the tall, red haired woman who followed him into the studio, "It's about your subjects. They need to see that you're taking this seriously, so they know to take you seriously. By presenting yourself as a king before them, they will be more likely to trust you as their king."
"She's right Danny," said a goth goth girl, "You're entering the world of high ghostly society. In those circles image is everything whether your alive or dead. Ha, you're gonna love it!"
The boy, Danny, groaned into his hands, and then turned to face Marinette and Jason who were staring in quiet shock and confusion. "Hi!" He said stepping forward holding out his hand to shake, "I'm Danny Phantom, future King of the Infinite Realms, nice to meet ya!"
Marinette blue screened for a moment as she took in her client. This...was not what she was expecting. She had been fully prepared to meet some sort of strange eldritch animal/human/void type hybrid. Instead she got a teenage, human boy who couldn't have been older than 16. The only thing unusual about was his snow white hair, and glowing green eyes. She could work with this. So, Marinette smiled and shook his hand, "Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Wayne, MDC, the pleasure is all mine. And this is my brother, Jason Todd, he's going to be assisting us today!"
Danny looked over at Jason and gaped, "Dude!" he exclaimed, "You core is messed up! What happened to you?!"
"Danny!" the red head, Jazz exclaimed, "Be nice! I'm sorry," she said addressing Jason, "My brother might be one of the most powerful beings in the multiverse, but he's still a teenager and often forgets his manners. I'm Jazz by the way!" She held out her hand, and Jason numbly shook it as his eyes expressed that he was still trying to mentally process what was happening.
"And I'm Sam," the goth girl said stepping forward as the portal closed behind her, "I'm a big fan of your work, Miss. MDC. Your eco friendly punk spring collection was truly inspired!"
"Thank you," Marinette said with a smile, "And I see you're wearing some of it! I have to say, the way you've dressed up the vest is amazing, I never would have thought to match it with that color skirt!"
Sam blushed as she straighten the faux dark green leather vest. Jason then took the opportunity to speak up saying, "I hate to interrupt but...what's the story here?"
"Oh," Danny said as they all moved toward the couches that surrounded the circular stage, where the finished products would be touched up and fitted. "Well you see our parents," he gestured between himself and his sister, "are scientists who for some reason decided to study ghosts."
"We thought they were crazy!" Jazz exclaimed with a desperate laugh.
"They are crazy," Sam said, "Just turns our they were also right."
"They built a portal to what they called the Ghost Zone," Danny explained, "It's kind of like the afterlife in between afterlives. A realm between realms...sort of...it's complicated. And that's not really the point, the point is, they thought it didn't work. Until, Sam, Tucker and I were goofing off in the lab and there was an...'accident.'"
"And you died?!" Marinette asked in concerned.
"Yes, no, sorta kinda," Danny said casually, "I half died. I'm half dead. I'm half ghost."
"The technical term is Halfa," Jazz explained.
"Danny is alive," Sam said, "But at the same time, he's dead."
"Schrodinger's kid," Jason muttered, and Danny beamed.
"Yeah, you see! This guy gets it!" He exclaimed. "So anyway, now that the portal was open someone had to make sure that the ghosts didn't overwhelm the land of the living, and vise versa. And since I am both living and dead, I was the only one who could do it."
Marinette twisted one of her earrings with a glance at Tikki, who was shuffling the other kwamis out of sight since there was clearly no danger, "I get that."
She and Danny exchanged an understanding look, before he continued, "Yeah, well, one of those ghosts turned out to be the actual Ghost King who had gone all tyrant, and tried to disrupt the balance between life and death thus destroying both realms. I might have beaten him in single combat thus accidently becoming the next Ghost King."
"How do you accidently become the Ghost King?" Jason said incredulously.
"By beating the former monarch in single combat, I thought we just established that?" Danny said.
"Any way," Jazz said purposefully, "Danny was still in high school at the time, so he couldn't exactly claim the throne. And besides there was a lot about inter-death politics that he had to learn. So we had to hold off on the coronation until he was ready."
"And now here you are!" Marinette said brightly.
"Here we are!" Danny said in return. "Got to say though, randomly becoming the guardian of one of the cornerstones of all existence before all before my 18th birthday, not how I expected my life to turn out. But like you said 'here we are!'"
Marinette glanced at the kwami again and said softly, "Yeah, I get that to."
Danny cocked his head at her, as his glowing green eyes met her piercing blue one. He nodded and said, "Alright then, let's get started shall we. I'm trusting you, Blue eyes!"
Jason scowled at the nickname, but Marinette chuckled and retrieved her tape measure, but stopped as she took in his outfit. It looked like a black and white, rubber hazmat suit that was custom made to fit him. It wasn't the worst thing she had ever seen, and the flaming D, she guessed was a nice touch, but it the girls were right. It didn't scream "King of the Infinite Realms." But it raised a pressing question for her.
"So how do your clothes work?"
"Uh...well...let's see," Danny said as he looked down at his outfit. "Well I suppose I should explain how ghosts work. You see all of this," he gestured to his face and limbs with exaggerated motions, "Is basically all ectoplasm, energy, and magic shaped by the self image of my psyche. So I can shift it to change based on my self image, and that includes my clothes, if I focus. The thing holding it all together is my core." He tapped is chest where his heart should have been. "Basically it's like a...vessel? Yeah, a vessel for my psyche, or spirit, or soul, whatever word you want to use."
"So do you want me to just draw you an outfit, and then you can shift your clothes into that. It might be easier."
"Nuh-uh," Sam said, "That wont work. He can shapeshift, but it's not his specialty. He always shifts back within thirty minutes or sometimes less."
Jazz nodded, "The best thing would be to make him an outfit for his human form, and then he can shift to match that. We can even infuse the fabrics with some of his ectoplasm, so it will be easier for his psyche to recognize it as a part of him."
Marinette froze at the phrasing, and suddenly why Danny was so hesitant to change his ghostly look. His clothes were a part of his self image. This was how his spirit perceived his existence. Marinette began studying hit clothes a lot more closely. Any thing she did could alter his self image for all of eternity, if she wasn't careful. Marinette took a deep breath. This was probably going to end up being the most important piece of her career. "Ok," she said allowing her voice to communicate to Danny just how serious she was taking this commission. "I think I understand. In that case, I'm going to need measurements of both your human form, and your ghost form. If there are any discrepancies, I'm going to need to know now."
Danny smiled softly at her. "Ok." And there was no more arguing or complaining, as he stood patiently while she took his measurements, first in his ghost form, and then in his human form. Jason was writing down the numbers diligently. Almost too diligently, but Marinette understood his silence when he said,
"So this core thing...you said I had one but there was something wrong with it."
"Hmm," Danny said, "Oh yeah. Did you die and get resurrected or something?" Jason nodded silently, completely engrossed in the notepad. "Well, whoever did it did an awful job!"
"Danny!" Jazz exclaimed.
"What? It's true!"
"But that's not how you say it. I am so sorry Jason, my brother can be a little insensitive."
"No it's ok," Jason said, "I'd rather have it blunt and honest, than sugar coated. So what's wrong with me?"
"Nothing's wrong with you per se," Danny mused after a moment of studying Jason. "So obviously you died. And the circumstances were just right so that instead of going to one of the 'afterlives' you went to the space between, the Infinite Realms. Which is probably why you don't remember what happened in between your two lives. Am I right?"
"You'd know better than me," Jason laughed dryly. 'Like you said I don't remember."
"Probably for the best. But anyway," Danny continued, "When you were resurrected, it was done very badly, because you're core is warped. Don't worry it's still intact, so your spirit's safe. But the warped core combined with the corrupted ectoplasm running through your veins! Yeesh! Frankly I'm surprised you're not frothing at the mouth, homicidal maniac right now. Cause that amount of contamination is not good for you mental stability."
The siblings froze and exchanged desperate, almost hopeful looks. "The pit madness," Marinette whispered.
"I get...angry sometimes," Jason explained. "I see green, and then red, and then I...I hurt people."
The girls looked at him with pity, but Danny just nodded with understanding. "Makes sense," was all he said, but Marinette could instantly see the relief of those words wash over Jason's whole being. She knew how much he fought, how much he struggled with his sanity. They tried to help, but pit madness wasn't like normal mental illnesses. It was steeped in ancient magic and the forces of nature them selves. In the end the only advice any of the could logistically give Jason was to fight it. Therapy could give him tools, but when push came to shove none of them understood what it was like.
And to have someone, anyone, say that it made sense. That his reactions to the corruption inside him were not strange, abnormal or grotesque. To have his actions fit inside the bounds of an expected response, a symptom of something that could be categorized...Marinette could not imagine the relief Jason must have been feeling. But it whatever his emotions were they all seemed to be summed up in his next chocked out words, “Is…is there a cure.”
“Yeah, of course there is!” Danny said with his cheerful casualness, that broke all of Jason’s carefully crafted walls. “I can schedule an appointment for you with Frostbite. He’s done some incredible research into the development of Ghost cores. Once, he filters that ectoplasm in your blood stream, it shouldn’t be too difficult to get your core back to it’s proper shape. You’ll have to spend a few days in the Ghost Zone, a week at most. But then your core will start filtering and shaping the ectoplasm on it’s own…think of it as a liver transplant, but with magic and shit.”
“Wow,” Jason breathed. “I…uh…ha…I.t…thank you!”
Danny smiled, “Eh, what are kings for. I mean you are technically one of my subjects.”
“I’m sorry,” Jason said still smiling.
Danny grinned. “When you die, again, you’ll go to the Ghost Zone. My zone. You’re stuck with me buddy!”
Jason threw back his head with a clear bright laugh that was all too rare in Marinette’s opinion. And hearing it now as it rang with hope and joy, only made Marinette’s smile brighter and fuller. They continued to talk about what it would take to get Jason to the Ghost Zone for his “core transplant” as Danny was now calling it. And Marinette was slowly getting a clearer picture of what she was going to make for the young king.
When she finished her measurements and pulled out her note book to start some rough sketches, she turned back to Danny and said, “Ok so we can talk about what you don’t want once I have some ideas mapped out. But first I want to know if there is anything that you do want. A favorite color, a piece of jewelry, a type of belt, anything like that?”
“Your symbol,” Sam said immediately. “You need to have your symbol.”
“I think you should keep your usual color scheme,” Jazz said calmly, “It’s like your signature.”
“Danny?” Marinette asked pointedly.
He thought for a moment and the grinned saying, “Can I get a cape?”
The girls rolled their eyes, and Jason put his head in his hand. But Marinette just beamed and said, “I’ll see what I can do.”
(Who should Marinette design for next?! Comment your requests)
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Pregnant with twins. Your absolutely massive and a couple days overdue. Your doctor told you it would be a good idea if you went walking to help get them out. You decide to give it a try and go to your favorite hiking trail cause it’s always empty. It’s incredibly hot out so you figure you should be comfortable so you put on this loose but super short almost sheer top sun dress no bra even though your breasts are huge almost up a cup size from your normal DD. Your waddling down the trail listening to music not paying attention when you realize your miles from your car.
I always loved to go out in relaxing hikes in nature and figured this was my last chance before I'd be too busy taking care of my babies, so there I was 42 weeks pregnant on a lonely hiking trail.
Since I guessed no-one would be hiking and it was ridiculously hot this time of the year, I just had my lightest sundress on with nothing else, not even panties so I could feel what little breeze there was all over my body.
I had been feeling my belly contract during the hike but decided to not give it much thought, I was going to have a C-section in a few days since my babies had been taking so long, so I just thought it was Braxton Hicks as I'd been having them since my original due date.
As I kept walking and eventually reached the woods I felt a contraction much stronger than any previous ones, which made me bend over and clutch my belly "ooooofff hmm" I grunted.
I kept going and as I reached my favourite spot in the woods I took out my headphones and stretched a bit, as I was about to sit down I was suddenly hit by an incredibly strong contraction with a wave of pressure, soon followed by a wet sensation on the inside of my thighs and a loud splash.
"mmmnnnaa ooh god! T-this can't be happening!" I exclaimed panicked as I realized that my water had just broke, the pressure was constant and as I panted I slowly put my fingers inside me to measure my dilation.
As my finger tips were about to reach my cervix they were interrupted by my first baby's head "oh f-fuck hmmmm" I yelled as I felt another contraction, while I didn't push voluntarily my contracting womb made my first child slip lower into my birth canal.
"hnnng shit I need to get back" I saif I leaned on a tree clutching my contracting belly, as I tried walking I felt my legs being spread apart, unable to be closed as my baby's head started pressing on my vulva.
At this point I realized that no matter what I couldn't make it back in time, my car was three hours away and this deep in the wilderness there was no cell service, I'd have to push my babies out right there.
I felt another contraction and pushed with it causing my lips to open up under my sundress "huuuuu mmmnn" I moaned as I felt a burning sensation slowly but steadily building up as my labias stretched.
The sound of the birds singing offered a little bit of calmness in this terrifying situation as moved towards a tree stump. I lifted my dress' skirt up as I sat on the log with my legs spread open exposing my soon to crown baby's head.
I pushed with the next contraction causing my first child's head to reach it's widest point, stretching my vulva beyond belief "haaaaa nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggh haaaaa" I breathed out as my lips burned, feeling like they would snap like an overstretched rubber band.
As tears of pain fell down my cheeks my hand made it's way downwards to my labias, my fingers slowly massaging them hoping to help them stretch around the head, I felt my dress clinging to me from the sweat as my nipples were now visible, not that I cared as I was alone.
A contraction hit me and I pushed with it as best I could "hmmmmgggooooooAAAH Haaa haaa" I shrieked and panted as the head popped out of me spraying fluids all over as it dangled out.
I breathed and rested to prepare for the next push which would hopefully be enough to take this first baby out of me. I slowly lowered myself putting my elbows on the tree stump and resting my back on it as I could feel the leaves on the ground tickling my butt.
I prepared myself and pushed as I felt the next contraction "nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggh hoooo" I groaned as the baby slipped out of me with a small wet thud onto the forest floor.
I picked up my baby as she cried, I cuddled her and cleaned her up while I exposed my sweaty breasts to feed her. I could feel her sibling already making its way down my birth canal.
"hmmm it seems your little brother or sister is excited to come out" I said as the baby felt smaller then its sister luckily. The second baby was already bulging out my vulva, though it didn't feel as bad as before.
As I nursed my daughter I got up to have gravity help with the second baby so that I could come out faster. It seemed to work as without even needing to push yet I felt myself slowly open up.
I pushed lightly bending my legs as a contraction hit me, I could feel my lips stretching, and as my free hand reached for the baby's head I felt that it had almost reached it's widest point.
As this baby seemed to not be as much of a problem as it's sister I decided to start walking back to my car. As I reached the perimeter of the woods I hadn't pushed again yet but I could feel my second baby crowning, the burn being much more manageable than the previous one.
While I kept walking, the main dirt road now in sight, I felt my second kid's head slowly come out about halfway as my firstborn suckled on my milky breast. Then suddenly the head came out with a wet pop, unfortunately soaking my dress' skirt which I had managed to keep clean up until now.
As I went down the main dirt road I could feel the head dangling in-between my fat wet thighs, I knew I'd still need to push for my baby to come out when the next contraction would hit.
As I felt my womb tightening one last time I squatted down, my free hand holding my baby's head to catch it "hmmmmmm huuuu" I panted as with this last push my second baby came out of me, I caught my son and held him up to my other breast as the remaining fluids spilled out of me making a puddle in-between my feet.
As both my babies were now quietly suckling on my breasts I kept walking back "thank you for being easier than your sister I said to my son as I kissed the top of his head and made my way back to the car.
#birth kink#giving birth#fpreg#lovely anon#i wish that were me#birth in nature#twins#one painful one casual
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Christian Bale on "Batman Begins" (2005): "At first, I was somewhat hesitant to do the role. I mean, after all, Batman is an icon. But I remember, as clear as day, being at the grocery store the day the movie opened, and this little boy saw me. He couldn't have been more than five years old. He just walked right up to me and hugged me. He hugged me, and I was so moved by it that I hugged him back. Then he looked up at me and said, 'You're my hero.' And in that moment, I knew that not only as an actor that I had done my job, but that I had made the right decision to play Batman. And I've never looked back on my the decision to play Batman since."
Bale decided early on in the audition process that he didn't want to play Batman straight, but to play him as a rage-filled monster, figuring that it might polarize writer and director Christopher Nolan. To his delight, Nolan was thrilled with his off-kilter interpretation.
Heath Ledger was considered for the role of Bruce Wayne/Batman during this movie's early development before Ledger and Nolan agreed he was not right for the role. After this, he was cast as The Joker in "The Dark Knight" (2008), a role that won him an Academy Award for Best Actor in a Supporting Role.
The infamous growl performed by Bale was much rougher in "The Dark Knight" than "Batman Begins," and has been parodied countless times due to its extreme nature. However, the common misconception is that Bale was fully responsible for this voice. The real voice, during filming, was more toned down, and then heightened to a rougher, grittier vibe during post-production under the decision of writer, producer, and director Nolan.
Bruce Wayne wears a new Batsuit in "The Dark Knight." This Batsuit was an improvement on the outfit from "Batman Begins", and made Bale more comfortable and agile in his performance. It was constructed from two hundred unique pieces of rubber, fiberglass, metallic mesh, and nylon (producing an impression of sophisticated technology), with elastic banding added for tightening the costume to fit Bale. The gauntlets had their razors made retractable and able to be fired. The suit's cowl was based on a motorcycle helmet and separated from the neck piece, allowing Bale to move his head left/right/up/down, and comes equipped with white eye lenses for when Batman turns on Bat-sonar. Bale got to keep the Batman mask from the movie after filming.
For "The Dark Knight Rises" (2012), The Batsuit consisted of one hundred ten separate pieces. The base layer was made of a polyester mesh, utilized by the military and high-tech sports manufacturers due to its breathability and moisture-retaining properties. Molded pieces of flexible urethane were then attached to the mesh to form the overall body armor plating. Carbon fiberpanels were placed inside the sections on the legs, chest, and abdomen. The new owl was sculpted from a cast of Bale's face and head to become a perfect fit for Bale. (IMDb)
Happy Birthday, Christian Bale! 🦇
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SELF HARM TRIGGER WARNING
Rafe Cameron x Reader
A/N: This fic is very much about self harm. Also, it's based off of my experiences so it might not fit your experience.
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The rubber band snapped against your wrist for the hundredth time. Your therapist told you to snap the band against your wrist every time you had an urge to self harm.
It wasn't fucking working.
The thoughts kept coming back. The urges to grab a blade was only growing by the minute. Rafe had said to call him if things every got bad. If you ever got low again.
He has caught you in the act. Tears streaming down your face, blood dripping down your arm. Ever since that night, he had always said to call him if you needed him.
And you needed him tonight.
God, you needed him. But you couldn't do it. You couldn't bother him. It was the middle of the night. He didn't even care. Why would he? No one does.
You knew none of that was true, deep down. Rafe cared more than anyone else. More than your shitty parents and more than the pogues. As much as they tried to be there, you left them.
Distancing yourself had always been a habit of yours when you get really low. You had slowly stopped hanging out with the pogues until they stopped asking you. Rafe was the only one you wouldn't distance yourself from. He wouldn't let you.
He was there for you every time you needed him. So why was it so hard for you to believe he cared? He treated you like a literal queen. You can't remember the last time you opened a door. You couldn't remember the last a day went by and he hadn't called you beautiful. He was everything you had every dreamed of and more.
Your hands shook as you picked up the blade. You could already imagine the way it would feel. The physical pain always made the emotional pain so much easier to deal with.
You threw the blade across the room and picked up your cellphone. Your fingers hovered over Rafes contact. You pressed call.
"Hello?" Rafe said. His voice was groggy and you suddenly felt even more horrible.
"Shit, sorry I shouldn't of called," you say and begin to wonder if you should end the call and make up an excuse in the morning.
"Don't hang up," Rafe said, he recognized the shaky tone of your voice. It didn't take him long to figure out why you were calling.
"Rafe it's the middle of the night, I'm sorry. I didn't realize what time it was," you said. Tears began to blur your vision and your thoughts went back to the blade you had thrown.
"Well then it's to bad I'm already on my way, don't hang up," Rafe said as he looked around his room for his keys.
"Thank you," your voice is barely a whisper.
Everything until Rafe showed up was a blur. He kept saying things into the phone but you couldn't understand what he was saying. Everything was blurred together and your vision was teary.
Your chest tightens right as you hear your bedroom door burst open. Rafe saw you curled into a ball. It made you look so small and fragile. His eyes caught he glisten of a razor blade near the windowsill where moonlight was streaming in.
"I'm here," Rafe whispers as kneels next to you. You cling to him as you cry. Every built up emotion from the last few days comes back to you. Every thought of Rafe secretly hating you disappears. If he hated you he wouldn't be here. If he hated you he wouldn't even if answered.
Your sobs echo through the moonlit bedroom. After your sobs began to quiet, Rafe picked you up and set you on your bed. You crawled under the covers as Rafe joined you.
You cuddled into his side and he wrapped his arms around you. You felt loved. Something you didn't feel very often.
"Thank you," you whisper.
"You have nothing to thank me for," he whispers back.
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Every second of every day he could almost hear his friend’s heart beats. When he was young it’d been Bianca’s and his mother's constantly beating in the very back of his mind. But as he got older, as he gained friends that list grew. Sometimes it shrank, as was the life of a demigod.
Monitoring life was easy, if he wanted, he could reach in and examine one of his friends further, really listen to their heartbeat and see if it was going too slow or fast. It’d come in handy more than a few times when helping Will in the infirmary.
Feeling someone die was like jumping into an ice cold lake. Pulling a rubber band as far as it can stretch, until it breaks, and your finger sings before you can register that it snapped.
For a fraction of a second Nico dies with them. His heart stops, he can't breathe. For a fraction of a second the world stands still.
He still remembered gasping for breath when he felt Bianca dying, he hadn’t known what it meant. He hadn’t known until Percy had come to camp with a grim look on his face and delivered the news.
He'd watched Leo shoot into the sky, heart beating so fast and loud he couldn't ignore it. He couldn't tell when the anxiety from watching it all happen had ended and Leo's death had begun. He hadn't been able to breathe, the world had stood still for what felt like a millennia.
Why did Jason have to die during fucking herbology? Why not late at night when everyone was sleeping or when Nico was tucked away in some corner of the castle away from prying eyes?
No, instead Nico had been grabbing a pot from a shelf to carry over to his spot when he’d felt it.
He stopped, the world didn’t. The pot slipped out of his hands and shattered on the floor. Every plant within a yard of Nico withered and died. The air turned fringed as his mind tried to register that his best friend had just died.
I have to tell Thalia.
Professor Sprout set a hand gently on his shoulder, looking concerned. “Mr. di Angelo, you look a little pale, perhaps you should go to the hospital wing.” She said softly, guiding him towards the door of the greenhouse.
As soon as the door shut behind him everyone began whispering.
The story spread fast.
“It was like a dementor was in the greenhouse! I could see my breath it was so cold!”
“Every plant in the greenhouse died! It’s the most terrifying bit of accidental magic I’ve ever seen!”
But the mist worked faster.
“He dropped a pot and cut his hand so Sprout sent him to Pomfrey.”
“What? No that’s ridiculous, a window was open and there was a cold breeze. Who told you that rubbish about dementors?”
"Sprout told me that some of the plants were sick. They didn't all die. Do you really think that accidental magic of all things could kill an entire greenhouse worth of plants?"
#nico di angelo#hp x pjo#crossover#percy jackon and the olympians#heroes of olympus#pjo#hoo#toa#harry potter au#hogwarts#been thinking about this for awhile#and there's not really a palce I'd fit it in at least not soon#'soon' is very much not soon#I have so many wips I'm sorry#but I like the idea and it's been forever so why not deliver some angst
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concept jaune arc as a musketeer, as in the swashbuckler style swordsman. he's flamboyant and flashy when he's fighting so everyone assumes he's just super confident. but when you get to know the guy you learn he's still really self conscious since he learned to fight at first to be an actor, then as a tournament fighter. now he's trying to be a huntsman and he's not sure how to handle it since he's always been a duelist and a showman.
i mainly just wanna see how you'd handle a person with a really flashy fighting style and in fight personality with confidence issues and being a huge dork outside of his persona
Musketeer, eh? I actually have an OC in mind, but I'll keep him shelved. However, I do have an idea for a different kind of fencing hero...
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"The Longblade of Aquadia?"
"I know, right?!" Blake bounced in her seat, giddy with excitement. Ruby had read the same story a hundred times over, but she never got this excited about the legendary hero. She brushed her hand over the leather cover, remembering her mother reading this story to her. "I can't wait to meet him!"
"But this story is over a hundred years old. He's probably old enough to be our grandpa." Ruby asked.
"Maybe he's got a potion of youth?" Yang offered. "He found that in one of his stories, right?"
"He did, but he gave it to his sweet Ba-Ma." Blake sighed. "Such a tender-hearted hero."
"Okay, I think you might be overreacting, Blake." Weiss said. "Don't forget why we're here."
Ruby nodded, pulling out her scroll to read over the facts. Unfortunately, after the first line, she felt sick and put it away. Why did they have to take a carriage to this city? Why couldn't this "City of Water" be outside of a caldera? You know, where air traffic isn't limited and horse-drawn carriage isn't the only means of getting there.
She opened her window, hoping to get some fresh air. That proved to be a pointless task, however, as the carriage suddenly stopped and she fell into Weiss.
"Get off me!" She shrieked.
"Benvenuto, and welcome," the driver cried with enthusiasm, "to Aquadia, the City of Water!" The enthusiasm soon fell. "Now get out and don't leave any of your crap in the carriage."
The team climbed out, marvelling at the beautiful white city inside the mountain. Alabaster and ivory walls accented with azure and cobalt designs beneath brick colored rooftops. At the carriage station, Blake found the gift shop with Longblade action figures, posters, and magnets.
"Oh, don't worry, I got your luggage!" Yang called out sarcastically.
"Oh, thanks, Weiss!" Blake said sincerely, not paying attention to anything else.
"You really like this guy, huh?" Ruby asked, stepping up next to her. "Kind of a shame we have to, uh, you know."
"Oho!" The station attendant called. He was a burly sort, with thick, black hair covering both his face and his arms. "Another band of adventurers are here to arrest our local hero, sì?"
"What?! No!" Blake shouted. "I mean, yes, but it's not-"
"Ah, don't worry about it." He waved his arm. "You're not the first, and you're definitely not going to be the last. The Minister is always trying to capture La Lama Lunga, but she's yet to capture him every time!"
"Oh, yeah, the Minister! We actually need to speak with her." Ruby said. "Do you know how to get there?"
"Oh, of course!" He pointed down the street. "Just keep going forward until you reach the statue of La Lama Lunga."
"Wait, he's a wanted criminal, and you built a statue of him?" Weiss asked.
"Well, it's not him, exactly, but rather the first of them all. The real legend!"
Yang looked at the action figures. On each shelf was a different masked hero. One was suave and handsome, complete with indents of chest hair on it's wooden body. Another was more like a rubber ball, with tiny limbs and a painted face. The last was very rigid, muscular, and made of plastic, complete with sword swinging action. "So it's a generational thing, huh?"
"You could say that." He shrugged. He leaned in to whisper. "But just between you and me, I think this new guy is gonna be the last. He can't even speak proper Valian. Capisci?"
"Not really, no." A bell rang in the distance, catching the team's attention. "Uh, we gotta go! Thanks for the help!"
"No problem! Welcome to Aquadia!"
The team made their way down the street, watching as boats passed by in the canals with different decorations. Some were ducks and other water fowl, or women with long, flowing hair, and at one point they saw one with a King Taijitu head. They saw a young man tie off a small black boat to a post, only to fall into the water after securing it.
"He really made a splash, hasn't he?" Yang joked.
"Ugh." Weiss groaned.
"What? I gondola the trouble to come up with that one."
"Please stop." Weiss increased her pace.
"Guess she'll let that slip, huh?" Blake rolled her eyes, but said nothing at the pun.
"Whoa..." Ruby marvel at the twenty foot tall statue of the hero. The Longblade pointed his rapier at the Minister's office in the main government building, as if challenging the Minister herself, like he did all those years ago. His stone cape seemed to flow in the wind.
"Just like in his first story!" Blake bounced on her heels. She then pointed a finger directly at Weiss. "He stood before the Minister, pointed his blade and said, 'This tyranny will not stand!' Ha!" Blake squealed, unaware of the cringed out faces the locals gave her.
"I see you're a fan of that scoundrel." Blake turned around to see a blonde woman with thick, black-rimmed glasses glaring at her without amusement. "Just like all the other tourists and citizens clinging to that old fairy tale."
"Uh, hi," Ruby greeted, "um, we're-"
"Team RWBY of Vale, correct?" She stepped forward with an extended hand. "I am Minister Isabella Arc. I was told to expect you at some time today."
"Uh, yeah," Ruby shook the woman's hand, noting the icy chill she felt from it, "we hope this isn't a bad time."
"Not at all, you're right on time." She glanced past Ruby and scowled. "Excuse me a moment."
Ruby watched the woman move past her so fast, she wondered how anyone could do that in heels. She approached a young man, who was sopping wet and was wringing his clothes free of water by the statue. She began shouting at him in South Valian, only to then hiss at him in a hushed tone that she caught as Common Remnant. It was a brief discussion, or more a scolding, and the teen made his way into the building.
"Uh, everything alright?" Yang asked.
"Yes, everything is fine." Minister Arc sighed. "That was my son, Jaune. He... It's not important. What is important is your mission here. Please, come inside, and we can-"
A thunderous roar echoed through the streets as people fled in terror. The team looked to each other and ran in direction of the cacophany. Ruby turned her head back and shouted, "We'll meet you later!"
The excitement was caused by Sea Wyrm, likely sneaking inside from one of the caves connecting the caldera to the ocean. It was attacking a small boat docked to a post, tearing it into splinters. Nearby a couple huddled into a shop, next to a woman who glared at the lovers.
Ruby opened fire on the Grimm, grabbing it's attention as Blake and Yang honed in on the creature. Weiss directed remaining civilians out of the area. The Wyrm fired off a glob of water at Ruby, who dodged. Weiss held up a glyph to block the attack.
Blake hopped along the post, tossing her blade into it's scaly hide. Yang lept at the serpent and punched it square on it's head, blinding one eye before leaping away. As it writhed, Blake used the momentum to carry herself into the air and swing around to bring it closer. Yang took hold with Blake and the pulled the Grimm closer.
Ruby ran up to Weiss, who nodded to confirm all civilians had been evacuated. As they ran to rejoin their team, they noticed foam building at the Wyrm's maw.
"GUYS, LOOK OUT!" Ruby shouted.
Suddenly, a potted plant soared in the air, striking the Grimm in it's other eye. It writhed again, carrying Blake and Yang around to the other side, where the former freed herself as the latter carried them to safety.
"HA HA HA!" A voice called from the rooftop. "You thought you could attack Aquadia unnoticed, did you? Well, you are sorely mistaken, my salty sea slug!"
Team RWBY looked up to find a man in a black cape, hat, bandana, and mask boast while holding out a long-bladed rapier with a flair. Blake squealed with excitement.
"Your tyranny ends here," he called out, "for I am La Lama- AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He fell with a splash into the caldera. A few moments passed as they awaited for this "hero" to resurface before the Grimm dove into the blue waters itself. Blake gasped as the waters grew still.
Ruby ran to the side of the water, aiming for anything that might have indicated the snake or the hero. The only thing she saw was the hat floating in the water.
Soon, the water bubbled, and she saw a huge shape approaching quickly. Like a massive fist of some foul, ancient god of the sea emerged from the depths, launching a familiar black shape into the air. The Sea Wyrm opened it's maw to swallow him whole, but The Longblade was agile in his descent and caught his blade into the side of it's mouth, splitting a gaping wound into the demon all the way down it's side from the mouth. It thrashed about in agony before collapsing to the water. As it sank, ash flew away in the air, signifying the end to the terror.
The hero emerged from the water once more. As he made his way to the ladder, he grabbed his signature hat, shaking water from it as he climbed out. He noticed the huntresses and gave a bow.
"Thank you for the help." He chuckled. "Aquadia thanks you as well."
"It's him! It's him! It's him!" Blake practically squealed.
"I see one of you is a fan." His voice was suave and smooth, like a hero from one of Ruby's romance tales. "Unfortunately, I do not have time for autographs."
"We're not interested in autographs." Weiss said.
"And even if we did, we don't have anything for you to sign." Yang said. "Course, you don't look like anything from the gift shop."
"Y-Yes, well, I haven't had time to, uh, get a commission to an artist."
"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time later." Ruby said, hoisting her weapon level to his gut. "When we bring you in."
"Aha." He chuckled. "Mo- er, the Minister has hired you, has she? She must be paying you quite well, isn't she?"
"Wait, is she?" Yang asked. "We haven't been hired yet."
"Well, we can finish it right now and go out sightseeing later." Weiss argued.
"But he's their primary attraction." Blake added. "Without him, Aquadia is just a pretty city in a mountain." Her ears perked and she flushed. "Er, no offense."
"Eh, some taken, but I understand." He replied.
"Look, we can bring him in, and ask for the details then." Ruby stated. "If nothing else, we can at least get a lead on how this mission is supposed to go."
"Ah, so you are the beautiful leader of this team, sì?"
"Don't push it." Ruby nudged him.
"W-Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" He hopped his way backwards before falling into the water again. The team rushed over to look down the side, only finding one set of bubbles rising from the depths.
After a minute, the team groaned. He got away. Or, in a more morbid tone, he got caught on something and he was drowning. Ruby was about to dive in when Yang held her shoulder.
"Whoa! I don't think it's that easy to kill a legend." She said. "Besides, I'm pretty sure he tricked us into thinking he fell in. Probably planned his escape beforehand. Let's just head back and let the Minister know what happened."
Ruby sighed. "Fine."
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Jaune stepped out of the shower, shoving his head to one side as he fruitlessly tried to remove the water from his ears. If he knew he would be spending all day underwater, he would have prepared a spare set of dry clothes beforehand. Instead, he had to change his clothes inside out in the drain before returning home, still looking like a soaked rat.
At least Dad would be home for dinner. He was always there to save him from his nagging mother. He lost his leg in his final, fateful battle to protect his city, and had been forced to retire into the role as a banker. This was fine with him because one of his weird hobbies was counting.
"Jaune," he'd tell him, "when you get to be my age, you learn to count the most important things in your life. For me, it was always smiles. Nothing makes your life more worth doing than a smile."
Jaune would always smile at that, which he couldn't help but find funny. As he threw on a clean shirt, he made his way downstairs to dinner. A good meal would help him forget about the crazy day he had by the nicest café on the east side. He was grateful to the huntresses, but was still in surprise that his mother would stoop to sink as low as hiring professional Grimm killers to hunt him down.
True, she didn't know her son was Aquadia's number one hero, but still, that was just rude. With a sigh, he turned the corner to the dining hall, ready to forget all about those huntresses.
"Jaune, have a seat." His mother called. "Come and meet our guests for tonight, Team RWBY of Vale."
If Jaune wasn't the great hero that he was, he would have screamed right there. Instead, a squeak would have to do.
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Brainwashing a cute little sub, turning her into a brainless dumb doll.
A friend asked me to brainwash his younger sister she just turned 18, and was a bit of a bratty snob. She is cute little looking for her age but has some amazing features. So I was invited to spend the night and it was at around 4 AM that this plan of action took place.
First she always slept in the nude fully nude, so it was great, wireless earbuds were placed in her ears, her legs spread wide and secured into place. her arms were next spread wide above her hear to the bed post's. next a blindfold was added to cover her eyes. we knew she had always wanted to suck a mans cock so a penis gag was slid into her mouth and strapped into place. Next very carefully I added a vibe belt to her tender virgin pussy. everything was in place the nipple clamps would come later. then an elastic head band one size too small for her was placed around her head to keep the ear buds in and to prevent them from falling out.
It was set the ear buds recording started at a low hum of soft relaxing music very zen like. started to play in her ears the vibe came to life low humming she started to rock to the feeling of the vibe about that time I removed all of her blankets reveling her clad tiny naked body with her ample DD45 Boobs, her hips rocking to the vibe and then like a crack of thunder my spiked flogger swung in the air and made contact with her boobs she awoke right away un able to move bound to her bed as she was. the remote on the vibe went to full power as she attempted to cry out in fear, the large penis gag kept her mouth full. the ear buds stopped playing music and was replaced with my voice she settled down long enough for me to speak.
Trinity, I said, Happy 18th B-day, 18 years of annoying other people like they say karma can be a bitch now you will learn to submit and be my brainless mindless cute little dumb doll, But first lets erase the past 18 years. something that will make you go insane is the first step then denied orgasms' followed by sexual over stimulation to your entire body from breast beatings to pussy punches to whatever it takes to make you submit. So lets get started less talk more action so the first step mental reprograming we start now.
I turned off my voice and at the max volume setting static sounds from an old TV pre recorded for 1 hour followed by 5 min of my voice stating what she is (you are nothing but a mindless brainless doll who will submit. then back to the static for another hour. During this time her pussy vibe was on at max setting when I saw she was about to cum it was turned off for 3 min then back on. This process lasted for 2 full days no food or water.
The gag was removed and replaced with a head harness open mouth gag, My cock slid in past her teeth and deep all the way in her throat her tongue was happy to taste something other than rubber. I strapped her head to my waist so she couldn't pull away, it was at that time I decided she needed some proper fluids so I gently relaxed and pissed deep down her throat. she tried to fight it but soon she stared to gulp it all down as she did I patted her head turned the audio down and spoke to her (Good Little dumb slut). She swallowed all of my piss, she then started to lick my shaft hard for the next 30 min I couldn't pull out of the ring gag as the ring is smaller than my cock, I soon came hard as my cum was shot down her throat she did her best to keep my cock hard, I think she figured I couldn't get free so she decided to keep me in place. that was till I was ready to stand up I undid the straps around my waist and she kept her mouth sucking my cock there would be time for this again soon.
I then needed to stand up so I did wat was needed within reach was a collar I locked it to her neck, and spoke to her stop sucking my cock or you will get some serious pain. she ignored me as she now know I was stuck so she kept sucking my cock and made me cum again, this was the only meal she had in two days and once I came down her throat it was my turn to have some fun and pressed a button on a small had device that sent electrical volts into her neck as her throat spasmed my cock slid out of her gag. my fist laded perfectly on her nipple and straight to the base of her chest. 12 more boob punches in her soft flesh then the static and audio recordings started along with my flogger beating her well shaven pussy.
I got a bit hungry and turned everything on her to max settings and left her there for the rest of the day, As her mind slowly drifted away from her, as the static got louder her mind starting to go blank and the dildo gag back in her mouth.
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If you would like to know the next part comment on this post I do enjoy writing. This is a fictional story the names of the people is simply put fantasy, but also based on the real life bdsm devices and creations I do in real life. I have not acted out this scene with anyone yet, If you are 100% female and want to try some of my ideas in person please let me know. And I hope you like this first part again if you would like me to write anothe part just ask me to :-) Be well all.
-Master Mike-
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