#but I definitely find it chilling and horrifying
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I don't know if you've done this yet but can we have mean ellie is FWB with the reader but she's jealous when the reader is into someone else 👀
i have not + you know what anon i could kiss your brain rn ! i definitely view this pairing as separate from this fwb!ellie x reader, but this could also technically fit in their early timeline since nothing else has really been established about them...
content warnings: language, ellie being an asshole (very on brand for me to write ig lmao), reader actually sticks up for herself in this one, but eventually folds (i would too for ellie ngl) 18+ content that includes; brief mentions of strap-on sex, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving).
author’s note: i’ve been so unmotivated to write, but this request awoke something in me idk...also, if you’ve sent in a tlou request (yes even from june), i’m still cooking i promise! (and not in the way that ellie keeps promises in this fic lmfaoo).
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You didn’t want to say anything at first, couldn’t be too sure under the lowlights of the party with bass-y music that makes both the house and your chest throb with every beat, but you see it clear as day on the drive home and a passing streetpost illuminates the purpling flesh on Ellie’s carotid.
She nearly jumps out of her skin when your fingertips brush over the blooming bruise, obviously fresh and warm to the touch.
“What the fuck?” she huffs, pulling the drawstrings on her hoodie to scrunch to fabric around her neck.
“Who gave you that?” you ask softly, expression on your face enough to devastate, but Ellie’s always been different, an anomaly of sorts when it came to the matters of her stony heart.
“Why does it matter?” she scoffs.
“Ellie,” you sigh. “You know why it matters.”
She’s swinging a right at the intersection, nearing the residential you live in.
“It doesn’t,” she grunts. “Because at the end of the night, it’s you I’m fucking, isn’t it?”
And you don’t know why the way she puts it stings so much this time around when she frequently reminds you both directly and indirectly that while you may be her most recurrent hookup, you’re definitely not her only one, but it does. Does so much that you’re turning your face towards the window to hide the tears that are pooling.
Because all you wanted was Ellie. Wanted her in ways she wasn’t willing to give you. Wanted to learn and grow with her, but she wasn’t budging and lately, you’ve been feeling stupid.
When she turns into your neighborhood, you speak.
“Just drop me off, please.”
Ellie’s slowing down, palm finding purchase on your thigh.
“Babe, c’mon,” she practically whines, kneading the skin there. “Don’t be like that.”
You shift away from her, gather your purse from your feet as she continues through the different apartment buildings.
“Babe,” she calls again when you barely wait for her to stop and you’re pushing the car door open.
And maybe it’s childish, but you’re wounded and quite frankly done with the back and forth.
“She’s probably waiting for you,” you add petulantly.
“Babe, seriously. You’re being annoying,” she warns.
“And you’re being a dick,” you bite back. “First, you drag me out to a shitty party where I don’t know a single soul even though you promised we could just chill and smoke while watching that stupid fucking space exploration documentary, then when we get there, you’re leaving me with a bunch of sleazy assholes while you do god knows what with the same girl you’ve been telling me not to worry about for the last five weeks.”
And of things Ellie’s looks horrified at, it’s the fact that you’d been observant enough to recognize the girl she’d thought she whisked away before your prying eyes could catch on.
“I’m not fucking stupid, Ellie,” you say with resignation. “I tried to turn the other cheek because I really fucking like you, but you treat me like shit and I deserve better than that.”
Of course you don’t know it, but those fucking words bite. They’re an automatic trigger because unbeknownst to you, both of your friend groups think the same thing. Aren’t afraid to let her know otherwise. And she’s obviously well aware that, Christ, yes, you absolutely deserve better. Is actually really insecure on the low because she doesn’t know why you stick around with a piece of shit like her when you could have so much better.
So she does what she does best when she feels like a kicked puppy and lashes out.
“Of course Little Miss Princess deserves better,” she mocks. “What fucking ever. I don’t know why I flaked on a ten for such a stuck up bitch.”
And you see right through her, know that she’s all bark and no bite, but it hurts regardless, when you step off to the side and she’s leaning over the center console to shut the passenger side door herself.
She’s revving off without another word, and to add insult to injury, your phone’s pinging obnoxiously once you get out of your well-needed shower.
els <3 sent a video.
It’s the blonde from the party. Of course those dumb LEDs pulse red in the background, making Ellie and her flavor of the night look a thousand times more seductive. Ellie’s kissing her sloppily, whispering things against her mouth that you can’t quite pick out.
els <3 sent a video.
The next video’s grainy, but you can hear the tell-tale squelch, the girl’s shaky moans and Ellie egging her on. Your cheeks are on fire and you feel like you’re about to throw up.
els <3 sent a photo.
You wonder if the girl knows, that Ellie’s sending you the most compromising footage of her. If she knows how grimy the green-eyed girl truly is, sending someone else pictures of her stuffed hilt-deep with the same strap Ellie’d used on you.
els <3: still think u deserve better ?
You delete the thread and her phone number.
Ellie expects you to crack first, you always do. Because even if she isn’t shit, she’s your biggest weakness and she knows it. Can say so with confidence, because maybe the same can be said about her.
She hasn’t fucked you in nearly two weeks and not a single body she touches can elicit the same feeling that you do. And in the back of her brain, she knows why, but Ellie’s prideful. Won’t dare admit it out loud.
So she cracks first. Texts you between classes.
me: i have a few joints + a coupon to tino’s if you’ll let me come over… :(
my #1 girl: Who’s this?
Ellie throws her head back and groans.
me: cmon baby, dont b like that. im srry i was mean, ill make it up to u
my #1 girl: I think you have the wrong number…
me: babe stopppp
Her text bubbles turn green after that message.
You forget that Ellie has a copy of your key because she’s never used it in the five months that the two of you have been in this precarious situation, and your heart falls square to your ass when you emerge from the shower to find her setting up a box of pizza on your coffee table.
“Ellie, what in the fuck?”
She feigns nonchalance, pulls a few joints from her jacket pocket. But the aroma of weed or the grease of the pizza isn’t what makes you wrinkle your nose.
It’s the smell of flowers that waft from a pretty vase sitting on the cut away of the kitchen counter.
Your gaze fixes on the girl who settles on your couch.
“You need to leave,” you say stonily.
“But I just got here,” Ellie says. “And I brought you pizza…and flowers.”
“I’m sorry, did you think that a five dollar pizza and a bouquet of flowers from Saver’s was going to fix the fact that you’ve been so fucking awful to me for the past half year?”
Ellie shrinks.
“Well, no…but—”
“You practically sent me a homemade porno of you and some other girl you fucked to get back at me for setting a boundary, Ellie,” you say sharply. “What, did it not work out? Did you—”
“I’m trying to be the bigger person here,” Ellie sighs. “I am sorry. I just—”
“You what?”
“I don’t fucking know, okay?” Ellie snips. “God, you’re talking down to me like you’re a fucking therapist or my fucking mom and—”
You’re shaking your head, crossing the room and picking up the pizza from the coffee table to shove in her arms.
“I don’t have time for this,” you mutter. “Kenzie’s going to be here any minute now—”
“Who the fuck is Kenzie?” Ellie balks, caught like a deer in the headlights.
“Ellie, don’t,” you warn.
“Don’t what?” she practically seethes. “You think I’m just gonna be okay that you’re spending time with some other stupid bitch? Maybe you’ve forgotten, but you’re mine.”
And she shouldn’t have glanced down at your cleavage as you cross your arms over your chest, but Ellie’s weak and you look too fucking pretty for your own good.
“Yours?” you ask incredulously. “Do you hear yourself?”
“Yes, mine,” Ellie affirms. “All fucking mine and no one else’s.”
“God, you’re so full of shit, Ellie,” you scoff. “I’m supposed to be loyal to you and be okay with you having a roster, but I can’t go on a date with someone I genuinely like because it fucks with your brain to have a legitimate interest in somebody?”
“You like her?” Ellie asks in disbelief. “Like, like her, like her?”
“Yes,” you reply without hesitation.
And that makes Ellie’s jaw set, makes her narrow her eyes at you.
“You like her more than me?” she taunts.
And maybe she has you there, but you refuse to give her the upper hand.
“I could learn to,” you answer honestly. “Because Kenzie is kind to me. She doesn’t treat me like an option, doesn’t act like she’s God’s gift to the fucking world and that I should kiss her feet for giving me the time of day. And I get it, you don’t like me the way I like you—”
“You think I don’t like you?” Ellie asks like the thought is unfathomable.
“I don’t think, Ellie, I know. We went into this without any strings attached, we established that it’d just be fucking, but I was honest in telling you that I caught feelings and you used that to your advantage. You lied to me on multiple occasions, you make me look stupid, like I’m fucking crazy.”
And you wish you’d gotten through your spiel without choking up, but Ellie’s the first girl you’d liked in a while even if she was bad news. And when you thought that maybe you could shake her, she’d come barreling back.
“Baby,” she murmurs, face softening as she’s crossing the space between you two to cup your face in her hands.
“Don’t call me that,” you hiccup, trying to push her touch away.
“Babe, stop,” she says firmly. “I’m serious. You think I don’t like you?”
“Well, you don’t fucking act like it,” you mutter. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter anyways because whatever this was is done. You’re free to do what you want, who you want, whether you like me or not.”
God, do you unwittingly light a fire under Ellie’s ass when she thinks of what this Kenzie girl could do to you if she lets you walk out the door. Absolutely loathes the thought of anyone else knowing what you look like in any state of indecency, that you fucking cry watching children’s movies, that you snore like a freight train if you’re tired enough and have a weird ass penchant for pickle chips when you’re high.
“You’re not going on that fucking date,” Ellie says with finality, palms sliding from your shoulders to skim down the length of your arms and situate over the swell of your hips.
“Who says?”
“Me,” she huffs. “Because I’m going to make it up to you and we’re going to smoke these blunts and eat this fucking pizza and I’m going to make you cum so fucking hard, you won’t even remember that you were thinking of leaving me for someone else.”
“You’re not my girlfriend, Ellie,” you reiterate. “You can’t just–”
“Maybe not then, and maybe not in this moment, but I will be,” she says, and the words catch you completely off guard.
She’s catching your bottom lip between hers to further disorient you, kissing you like this could very well be her last.
“Just give me some time,” she whispers, walking you back towards your bedroom. “I’ll get my shit together for you. Promise.”
And you know deep down that you shouldn’t believe her. She’s just feeling territorial and grasping at straws to keep you leashed, but Ellie’s always been such a good kisser and she’s devouring you like she really is sorry.
She’s tossing your against your unmade bed, caging you between lithe limbs as she leans back on her haunches to take you in. Your blouse rides up to reveal the flimsy bands of your lacy little thong and Ellie’s lacking decency as she flips your skirt up to reveal a growing patch of wetness.
“Were you planning on getting fucked or do you always go out like this?” Ellie ponders, fingers rough as she pulls the tiny scrap of fabric down your legs and nearly salivates when a string of your arousal leaves with it.
Your lips part to answer, but her thumb’s dipping between your folds, pad collecting some of your slick from your drooling slit to smear over your achey little bud.
“I asked you a question,” Ellie says gently. “You just gotta be honest with me, baby.”
“S’hot out,” you whimper, fingers closing around her wrist when your body jerks against a particularly delicious stroke of her thumb.
“Yeah?” she clarifies. “You wouldn’t let any else touch you, would you? Not when I take good care of you like this?”
Her other hand comes to toy with your entrance, doesn’t give you any warning before her middle and ring finger are sinking inside slowly.
“Oh, fuck,” you whine.
“You’re my girl, you hear me?” Ellie murmurs, leaning down to catch your clit between her lips. “You’ll be my number one, always.”
She’s teasing at first, tongue languid against your fluttering pussy, but you’re quiet, back of your wrist caught between your teeth to muffle your moans.
One of her hands reach up to yank it away.
“Say it,” she barks, pulling away from your needy heat.
“Ellie,” you whimper.
“Say it,” she repeats firmly.
“M’your girl,” you moan shakily, thighs quivering as she smoothes her palms over the underside of your thighs to push them up to your chest.
“Yeah, you are,” she whispers, spitting harshly on your heat. “My favorite fucking pussy.”
She’s eating you out like she’s missed you, like she’ll only be satisfied when you finally cum. And maybe it’s true.
Maybe not.
Especially when she draws nearly three orgasms from you and practically knocks you out.
You don’t know how long you doze off for, but when you finally wake up, the sun has almost completely set, bathing your room in a burnt orange glow that leaves your dewy skin warm and sticky. And perhaps it’s wishful thinking when you call Ellie’s name, met only with the echo of your raspy voice. After all, you’re tucked on the wrong side of bed, elusive girl nowhere to be found.
As you dress and search for your phone, you can’t even find it in yourself to be surprised.
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OH CHRISTMAS TREE — JAMIE DRYSDALE
jamie drysdale x fem!reader
12 DAYS OF KINKMAS
summary: in which y/n is decorating the christmas tree with her best friend and comes to terms with some deeper feelings
warnings: NSFW CONTENT, fingering, p in v, praise, dirty talk, i think that’s all?. (3k words)
notes: welcome to day 3 of the 12 days of kinkmas! please enjoy some soft friends-to-lovers with JD!
p.s. i wrote this prior to us learning that Jamie and Trevor no longer live together, so let’s just pretend they still do for the sake of the fic
“do you think Trevor is gonna come home tonight?”
my best friend shakes his head at my question, handing me another ornament from the brand new package we bought at the store today.
“definitely not.” he chuckles, “when he goes over to her house for a hang out, he never comes back until the next day.”
Jamie uses air quotations around the words ‘hang out’, which makes me cringe, squeezing my eyes shut as though it’ll help clear my thoughts of Trevor having sex.
“oh, i did not need to imagine that.” he cackles when he sees my horrified expression, nearly doubling over in laughter.
my hand finds its way to his shoulder, slapping against his hoodie covered body.
“you asked!” he shrugs, “i didn’t think you’d picture it!”
“my mind wanders!” i defend myself, elbowing him in the arm as he stands completely upright again. “just gimme the last ornament.”
he finally sobers up, handing me the final ornament and allowing me to hang it on the tree before we step back to survey it.
“we still need to do the topper.” he concludes and i nod, stepping over to the plastic bags on the coffee table.
i rummage through them, my hunt ending when i finally spot the sparkly tree topper. walking over, i strain onto my tiptoes, flexing my arm as far as i can reach to try and place the decoration, but i still come up short.
“let me help.” Jamie gruffs, and i drop back down onto flat feet, expecting him to place the topper himself.
but instead, he stands behind me, his hands coming up to grip my jean clad hips, and lifts me up. taking me by surprise, i quickly place the topper on the christmas tree.
“is it straight?” i ask, peering down in await of his approval, just in time to watch him drag his eyes away from my ass.
was he checking me out?
“yeah, looks good.” i have to bite my lip to stifle a laugh, my mind immediately drifting, wondering if he was talking about the tree or my butt.
he slowly lowers me, my body sliding through his loosened grasp, and as my feet begin to reach the floor, his hands slip up the hem of my sweater. his chilled touch against the heated skin of my abdomen sending goosebumps along my body, butterflies erupting in my stomach.
Jamie tenses, his hands lingering even after my feet are flat against the hardwood, and a light shiver wracks my body.
i like it.
i mean, i know i’ve always tiptoed the line between platonic and romantic feelings with Jamie. even when we first met, i had hoped we would be something more. but then we became best friends, and i never thought there was any chance of us becoming anything else. so i locked those feelings away, living in quiet delusion that they never existed. but now i’m forced to face them again; forced to come to terms with the fact that they’re still there, and i still want more with him.
i turn my head, glancing over my shoulder and locking eyes with my best friend. and suddenly, it’s like i can see into his mind, reading him like an open book.
he likes it too.
i blink and all too quickly, Jamie is dropping his hands, stepping back hurriedly.
“sorry.” he mutters, casting me a small yet forced smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
i turn to face him, fighting the urge to pull him back to me.
“there’s no need to apologize.” i can only hope that i’m accurately conveying my underlying feelings. that he understands that i mean my words and also that they hold a deeper meaning than just dismissing his apology.
“there’s not?” his eyebrow raises, his hand flexing in front of him as though in a mental battle with himself; whether or not he should touch me again.
my head shakes slowly and i step closer, gazing up through my lashes to meet his eyes. my hand wraps around his wrist, scanning his face to gauge his reactions and emotions as i guide his touch back underneath my sweater and onto my waist.
his fingertips lightly skim my flesh, his sight cautiously flickering between my eyes and my lips. he must find what he’s searching for, because within a moment, his palm is pressed flat to my body, his fingers curling around my waist as he draws me even closer to him. our bodies are mere inches away from each other now, toeing the line between friendly and loving.
“do you…?” he trails off but he doesn’t have to finish his sentence in order for me to understand his meaning. i hum in agreement.
“do you…?” i repeat, my vocal inflection rising as i trail off; a question of my own, not ready to make the final jump unless i know for sure.
Jamie groans, finally pulling me flush against him, “god, yes.”
my best friend wastes no time in crashing his lips upon mine, his free hand tangling in my hair to tilt my head back.
a quiet moan travels up my throat, blocked by our locked lips which leave no choice but to vibrate against them.
he pulls away just slightly and i instinctively chase after him for a second.
“how long have you felt this way?” he whispers against me, simultaneously walking backwards, pulling me with him until my knees are resting on either side of him on the couch.
“since we met.” my confession is breathy and rushed, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on mine again. “i thought i would get over it- that you didn’t see me like that.”
“fuck, i saw you like that.” he sounds pained, his grip tightening on my hips to keep me in place as i attempt to roll them against his. “of course i saw you like that.
“you’re beautiful, and smart, and kind. fuck, how could i not see you as more when you’re literally my dream girl? i never wanted to be just friends with you.”
i whimper at his words as he connects his mouth to my neck, pressing a trail of open mouthed kisses from my collarbone to my jawline.
“the amount of time we’ve wasted-” i’m cut off as he rolls his hips up to meet mine, a broken moan drawn from my lips at the feeling.
“shhh, don’t think about that.” he mutters against my skin, “we know now.”
his grip on my hips loosens as he guides them down to meet his. his lips finally meet mine again, suckling on my bottom lip as i sigh in pleasure.
“bed.” i huff as he pulls away. “let’s go to your bed.”
his arms encircle my waist, holding me to him as he rises to his feet, allowing me to lock my legs around him.
he’s efficient in making his way to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us and dropping me onto his mattress.
“are you sure?” his blue eyes gaze into mine; swimming with concern.
i nod frantically, my fingers coiling through his belt loops to tug him back to me, “absolutely.”
he whines lowly, cupping my face gingerly with his hands.
“you don’t know how badly i’ve wanted this.”
he bends forward to kiss my lips, kneeling down on the bed between my spread legs.
the kiss quickly develops back into something lustful and intense, my hands shaking with pent up desire as they clutch at the hem of his shirt. i play with it, subtly letting him know that i want it off, but he just chuckles against my lips.
“use your words, pretty girl.”
i mewl at his remark and the way his swollen lips brush against mine.
“off, please.” i whisper through panted breaths. “i don’t want anything between us.”
he backs away, maintaining eye contact as he pulls his sweatshirt over his head, drawing the t-shirt underneath with it. i bite at the inside of my bottom lip, taking the chance to memorize every detail of his torso.
every freckle, every curve, every hair or birthmark being lasered into my brain.
he’s so perfect.
his nimble fingers drop to the button of his jeans, unfastening them and pulling them down until he’s left in nothing but his boxer briefs. his half-hardened cock bulges through his boxers, and the sight has me grinding down into the mattress.
he’s gonna ruin me.
“your turn, sweetheart.” he gives me barely any chance to do the work myself, his hands pulling my sweater over my head.
i push my staticky hair over my shoulder, lifting my hips and allowing him to pull my jeans off of my legs.
i’m sat clad in a black bra and mismatch panties, but under his gaze, i find no reason to be embarrassed that i’m not wearing something sexier.
“beautiful.” he murmurs, as though not telling me, but acknowledging it to himself.
i scoot further up the mattress, allowing him the space to crawl to me. his hands and knees sink into the soft surface as he comes to hover above me, capturing my lips with his.
one hand steadies himself as the other explores my body, grazing over my breasts as it runs down my chest. my body shudders in response and i can feel him smirk into the kiss, his thumb rubbing over the padding that covers my peaked nipples.
i yearn to feel his skin against mine, the heat of our bodies mingling; pushing me to arch my back as i slide my hands underneath to unclasp my bra.
he draws back as i slide the straps down my arms before flinging the garment onto the floor.
my nipples pebble against the frigid air, goosebumps littering my body, and i breathe heavily under Jamie’s stare, mentally urging him to do something.
“you’re fucking perfect.” he growls, dipping down to latch onto my breast. his lips close around the stiffened bud, his warm tongue circling as he sucks, and a cry of pleasure echoes off the walls as my head tips back, burrowing further into the pillow behind me.
“Jamie.” my back arches toward him, desperate underneath his touch.
he pulls away with a wet pop, kissing across my sternum and over to the other side while his fingers come to pinch and pull at the nipple he just abandoned.
“i need you.” i breathe out, voice cracking as my hands bury into his hair, pulling him back up to look at me.
“yeah?” he teases. his touch slides down my abdomen until he reaches to waistband of my panties, and as soon as i nod in permission, his fingers are slipping past the elastic band; dipping low into my wetness.
my eyes roll back as he glides his middle finger through my folds, using my slick as lubricant to circle my swollen clit.
“so wet for me.” he groans, his face burying in my neck as his lip find their place against my throat once more. “i could slide into you right now, don’t even need any foreplay.”
i moan, my hips rolling against him as he slips one finger into me, his thumb replacing to continue the contact against my clit.
“but i’m still gonna make you come on my fingers.” he states, curling the finger inside me to push against the spongey spot that makes my toes curl. “then i’m gonna make you scream on my cock. gonna fuck you like you deserve.”
he slips a seconds finger into me, providing me with the familiar pleasurable stretch as the ever growing knot in my stomach tightens further and further.
“Jamie, i’m gonna-” i can’t even finish my sentence, my jaw dropping slack as he finds the sweet spot just behind my ear.
“you gonna make a mess on my fingers?” my abdomen tightens as i clench around his fingers, my eyes squeezing shut as i whimper his name. “taking ‘em so well, like such a good girl.”
and just like that, the knot snaps, his fingers continuing their pace as he rides out my orgasm.
he pulls his head back, watching as my face scrunches in satisfaction, my breath catching in my throat as my hips stutter.
“so pretty when you come for me.” he mumbles, pulling his fingers out of my panties as i come down from my high.
my eyes flutter open, my blurry vision focusing as i watch him lick his fingers clean of my release.
my hands fly down to the waistband of his boxers, tugging recklessly.
“please.” i cry and he smiles sultrily, knocking my hands away in order to replace them with his own.
he pushes his boxers down, kicking them off his legs and the bed. his erection presses between us, his tip red and glistening with precum.
his fingers hook into the sides of my panties, pulling them down my legs and tossing them to the side.
“i need you.” i purr, my hand wrapping around his base and causing a shiver to wrack his body.
he moans, leaning over to rummage in his bedside table as i slowly pump his length. the foil packet in his hand is ripped open with his teeth before he shoves my hand away, rolling the condom down his shaft.
my legs spread even wider as he positions himself between them, sliding his cock through my wetness.
my body convulses slightly as his tip drags across my sensitive clit; and at my reaction, he smirks, repeating his actions and making me whimper.
“please,” i beg, “don’t tease me.”
he enters me with shallow strokes, taking his time to make sure i’m throughly stretched out and ready for him.
my legs clamp around his waist, my hips rolling up to meet his thrusts.
“so tight,” he sighs, his head tipping back as i bite my lip to hold in my sounds. “like you were made for me.”
as soon as he’s completely inside me, he pulls almost entirely out before pumping back in, his hand sprawling across my lower stomach to apply a light pressure.
“Jamie!” i squeak as his tip continues to hit against my g-spot with each thrust, my hands flying up to clutch at his back.
my nails dig into his skin, surely leaving crescent indentations in his pale skin.
“that’s right, pretty girl.” his voice is tight and strained, barely heard over the squelching sounds of his dick inside of my wet pussy. “scream my name.”
with each roll of his hips, his pelvis brushes against my puffy clit, my body shaking with pleasure as he fucks into me.
“feels so good.” i shudder out, craning my neck to pepper kisses against his shoulder and throat. “don’t stop.”
his pace quickens, and after my first release, my second is rapidly approaching, the pressure building in my stomach.
“fuck, i’m not gonna last.” he gruffs out, his hand slipping down from my stomach to my clit, rubbing in figure eights.
“i’m so close.” i tell him breathily, my toes curling as i clench around him.
“shit, shit, shit.” his hips stutter, his thrusts growing faster and sloppier as he chases his high.
“Jamie!” my back arches, holding my breath as my legs begin to shake around him, the pressure in my abdomen quickly releasing as i come around his cock.
my vision goes white behind my eyelids while he curses, spilling out into the condom as he continues to fuck me through our releases.
“you’re fucking perfect.” he grumbles, his weight dropping onto me as we both come down from our orgasms.
the room is silent besides the sound of our heavy breaths, and we lay there for a moment in quiet bliss.
“i love the way you whimper my name from your pretty little lips when you come.” he breaks the silence, rolling off of me.
a hiss leaves my lips as he slides out of me, sensitivity in overdrive after two orgasms.
“i love you.” i whisper, turning my head to gauge his reaction at my admission.
a warm smile spread across his lips, his eyes sparking with joy as he leans in to kiss me, “i love you too.”
unlike the last, this kiss is gentle and sweet, dripping with our aforementioned love, rather than lust.
“let’s clean you up.” he murmurs, rising from the bed.
he pulls his boxers back on, helping me into his t-shirt before he retreats from the room. when he reappears, he holds a wet washcloth.
kneeling between my spread legs, he swipes the washcloth through my folds, cleaning me of my own cum, and my hips buck up at the sensation against my overworked clit. he chuckles at my involuntary reaction, setting the washcloth in his hamper before helping me back into a clean pair of his boxers.
i stand to the side, my arms hugging my body as he changes his sheets, throwing the old ones in the washer and replacing them with fresh powder blue ones.
it’s only seven in the evening, but exhaustion plagues my body, forcing out a yawn, and he peers down at me with loving eyes.
“nap time?” he questions and i nod sleepily, humming in agreement.
he guides me back to the bed, tucking me in before he climbs into his side. his arm wraps around me, pulling me against him under the blanket, and a lazy smile gathers on my face as he cuddles into me.
he presses a soft kiss to the back of my neck before burying his nose into my hair, sighing in contentment.
the room is quiet, aiding me in my efforts to fall asleep; all the way up until i hear footsteps against the wooden floors outside the bedroom, my brows furrowing at the sound.
“is that…?” my question is quickly answered when the bedroom door flies open, revealing a hyper Trevor.
“yo, Jimbo, tree looks good!” the tanned boy grins, bouncing happily in the doorway before his sights lock on his best friend and i.
his eyes grow wide, his mouth dropping into an ‘o’ shape before he smirks, “FINALLY!”
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Hi, could I request a cod x male reader specifically one with an insecure Alejandro who thinks his boyfriend might be cheating on him with another colleague of his. I love the possessiveness trope lol
CHEATING?
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genre: angst
characters: Alejandro Vargas
A/N: Lotta regret goin on here🐳
He is jealous, very jealous. He used to be a fuckboy, and he definitely had more than one girlfriend in the past. But with his choice of women, he got cheated on a lot. That is where his insecurity began to grow.
He thought about it and came to the conclusion that he better try it with a dude. And again, now, due to his personality, he got cheated on multiple times. He was frustrated and tired. He wanted to give up on dating anyone.
That was until he met you. You were different because of one thing. He approached the other people. You were the one to approach him. You hung out, had fun, and eventually, you got together. But this time, Alejandro really fell in love. With the other ones, he had them to have the relationship status. He finally understood what it meant to love somebody.
And with his came a little problem. His insecurity really started to shine through. He was scared. Scared you'd find someone better. All it took was your friend to look at you suggestively.
He was fuming. As soon as you got home, he started breaking shit. You tried to calm him down. You wanted to talk to him about it normally. He started accusing you, "Why would you do this to me?" "Alejandro, you really need to sit down and chill out for a while."
He started yelling at you. You tried defending yourself by yelling back. Unfortunately for you, he was the bigger one, so he was able to corner you rather quickly. His hand gestures made you flinch. He was always really expressive with his body language, but you never experienced this.
"Just calm down for a while. Nothing happened!" "WHACK"
Your world went quiet for a while as you fell to the ground. He just kept on yelling, not having a care in the world that you had a bloody nose. He really caught you off guard. You finally caught your breath. Instead of fighting him, you just let him yell it out.
When he was done with his yelling, you finally spoke. "She's a lesbian." A long silence filled the room. "We went to school together, and we used to make sexual jokes all the time." You got up and looked him in the eyes. "You are not the man who I fell in love with." Those words stabbed him like little daggers.
"Wait!" He tried to stop you as you began walking to your shared bedroom. You stopped in your tracks to hear him out. "I'm sorry for accusing you. I should've listened to you." Anger filled your bones, and with one fast move, you punched him in the jaw.
It didn't really phase him. He just looked at you in surprise. When you actually faced him, he saw how angry you were. And the blood on your face that was now staining your shirt. "You didn't even bother to apologise for this." His face showed his horrified expression.
He really didn't want to lose you. He dropped to his knees and begged you to stay. You pushed him away with your leg. It was more of a kick than a push. You were livid. "You first accused me of being unloyal, then you hurt me, and now, instead of saying you didn't want to hurt me, you said you didn't want to lose me."
You sat down and cried. "I thought I found the one." He looked at you as if he wanted to give you all the love in the world, but you wouldn't let him. Tears started forming in his own eyes. "Let me make this up to you."
You ignored him and stood up to get your things. He got up and grabbed your hand "Please!" You slapped his hand away. "I don't want to be with someone as ignorant as you."
All he wanted was to not lose you, but because of his actions, he did exactly the opposite. He fucked up.
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dark!rafe finds u sneaking into ur house at 2am and finds out u have been hanging around with the pogues and assumes that u fucked jj so he fucks the jj out of u ( u never even fucked jj ) 👏👏
Fucking Pogues.
word count — alottttt
Pairing: Dark Rafe Cameron x (female) Reader
▶️ This is dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
(Give me more ideas guys aswell)
WARNINGS: Dark!Rafe, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, domestic violence, manipulation, heavy smut
SUMMARY: thinking ur smarter then rafe and then getting the shit fucked out of you.
AN: this is my second post and thank you to everyone that followed me and liked my first post I hope u enjoy this one, make sure u give me ur darkest ideas. Please, reblog and give me feedback.
18+ ONLY MINOR DNI!!
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You quietly but sneakily entered your house, locking the door behind you. It was currently 2 am, and you had just driven home from the other side of the island because you had to sneak around to hang out with your friends pope,jj,Sarah,John b and kiara. Your boyfriend Rafe didn't like your pick of friends, often calling them ‘dirty ass pogues’ and claiming that they were all ‘trying to take you away from him,,’ and that fucking annoyed me because they are such a kind and chill group of people and they meant a lot to me.
Just because Rafe had some sort of rivalry with The Pogues didn't mean you had to, and to be honest, the reasons he has for disliking them are so childish; because of his ‘little problem’ with them, you were most of the time isolated. But Still, you wouldn't let Rafe take away your social life, so you would sometimes sneak out your window late at night, go to the cut, visit your friends, and come back home as if nothing happened.
He also accuses you of having a crush on jj and flirting with him which is totally stupid because you only see jj as a friend nothing more? You definitely were not going to cut all your friends off because Rafe told you to. It wasn't like you were going behind his back and cheating.
You always made sure you covered all of your tracks so u didn’t get caught. Knowing Rafe had your location at all times, you left your phone at home every time you snuck out. You would always make it back in two-three hours at the most just to be extra careful. You knew if Rafe found out about you sneaking around, he would be fucking furious; you had been disobeying him for months and lying straight to his face.
As you crept up your stairs, trying to be as silent as you could, you couldn't help but laugh and giggle for some reason; even though you hated to admit it, you and Rafe never did anything fun together. I guess, you two had ‘fun’ in his way, like going to party’s,golfing,doing drugs, ‘Rafe stuff,’ but you two would never do anything you wanted to do, and with The Pogues, it was the opposite; you got to get messy stuff, get absolutely wasted on the beach, surfing together and even do girly things like trying new styles on Sarah or kiara’s hair or do eachothers makeup, just things that would be impossible to do with rafe. It was a weight of my shoulders to finally do something fun that you actually loved.
You slowly and gently opened your bedroom door, which was pitch black; you had turned all your lights out before you left; you felt around on the wall for the light switch, flipping it upwards. The lights blinded you for a minute or two, but you jumped when you saw the tall built figure on your chair that u have in the corner of your room. When your eyes finally adjusted to the really bright lights, it was 100% worse than what you could’ve ever imagined.
Rafe was sitting on your white fluffy chair that he had bought you, staring directly into your soul; his face was dull but had a spark of anger in it, which was horrifying.
You stood there as frozen as a statue not knowing what to do, not able to break the tense eye contact or move.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Rafe asked, breaking the silence; his voice was deep as fuck, empty of emotion as he got comfy on your chair, manspreading waiting for you to explain yourself
You tried to speak but nothing was coming out, your throat felt dry, you felt like u couldn’t breath and it was starting to get really hot all of a sudden, you were speechless.
“Don’t make me repeat myself y/n,” Rafe said smirking and talking loud and clear waiting for you to speak once again; he was allowing you to come clean and tell the truth.
“I was…” you blinked a couple of tears back. “I was with the Pogues but I swear we wasn’t doing anything stupid or getting in trouble we were just hanging out.” you looked up and then back at him trying to ignore the nervousness running through your body, fidgeting with your hands waiting for his response.
Rafe smirk immediately dropped into the most serious face you’ve ever seen. Did this anger him?
“What have I told u about those dirty ass Pogues y/n.” Rafe shouted standing up out of the chair walking towards you slowly, looking at your shoes thinking about what he said. “U have some sort of obsession with these Pogues” he said pissed off, awaiting a response.
“No I don’t there just my frie-”you said trying to speak but rafe cut you off, his head tilting slightly and his eyes narrowing like he had just figured out something.
He began walking closer to u until u was pinned against the wall.
“Yeah you do have an obsession with them and especially with jj ur fucking him aren’t you?” Rafe questioned you gripping you by your neck as he combs his finger through his hair.
“No rafe what the fuck are u crazy no I’m not he’s just my friend!”You say accidentally raising your voice at him, you
Realised you shouted at him and looked back down at your shoes.
“Lower ur tone when u fucking speak to me!”rafe yells back at me a bit walking over to the bed and sitting down on it
“I didn’t mean to raise my voice and we were just hanging out, and I'm sorry; I know I should have-” You were just blurting out anything that came to mind, trying to improve this situation.
“Come here.” Your boyfriend mumbled, cutting you off; his voice was low,demanding and shaky.
“N-no”I say shaking my head to nervous to go near him right now
“Ok,” he shakes his head before running his hand through his hair again and saying something under his breath that you didn't quite catch.
But before I know it rafe’s charging towards me angrily,I try make a run for it out the bedroom door but I felt a handful of my hair being pulled into a tight grip.I try to fight him off but he’s to strong,he bends me over the bed and pulled my shorts down revealing my black lace thong.
if you make any noise…” he paused just for a second,giving a hard smack to your ass. “I'll kick your fucking teeth in.” he threatened, voice still shaking. “Do u understand me?”
I nod as best as I could considering my heads shove into one of the pillows.Then i hear the noises of his belt unbuckling and his pants falling down.
“Good girl”he says giving another hard slap to my ass before moving my lace thong to the side lining up his dick with my entrance
“rafey can u go slow.” you moan as he rubs the tip of his cock through your folds, feeling how wet you are. “Please.” you shudder as he pushes against your entrance, his cock easily entering you with how wet you are.
“ready?” rafe hums, and before you can register his question, his thrusts suddenly deepening and quickening, pounding into you while pulling you back onto his cock with his one hand.
“oh fuck!” you shout out, not caring who in the area is going to hear you screaming.
Rafe smacks his hand over your mouth turning ur loud moans into muffles.
“Did I say u could make a noise u stupid slut?”he questions knowing u can’t answer him
I just shake my head no quickly and he continues to pound in me 100x faster than he was before taking his hand off my mouth and rapidly rubbing my clit with it instead
“Whose pussy is this?”he questioned pounding faster into ur tight little pussy knowing u was close to cumming
“Y-yours daddy f-fuck” you said messing up ur words from how much pleasure was going through ur body
“you gonna cum for me?” rafe questions, his fingers still rapidly rubbing over your clit. you feel his cock swelling inside of you and know he’s not too far away himself.
“Y-yes fuck I-I’m cummingggg” you scream out squirting all over his dick and hand
He continues to chase his nut since he was almost there, overstimulating you in the process until u feel warm liquid release into you.
U roll over onto ur back and lay there tired as fuck ur eyes shutting by the minute and rafe lays ontop of you
“Your mine,not jj’s not anyone else’s.mine and if you speak to jj ever again I’ll kill u and him got it?” He questions you
“Yeah I understandddd” is half asleep
“Atta girl” was the last thing y/n heard from rafe before she fell into a deep sleep for the night
Whoever requested this lemme know if I did I good job and if I could improve anything let me know pookies x💙
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Ohh, how about the Tieflings experiencing snow? And how do they make sure not to freeze off the tips of their ears and their tails? Also with how they are more fine with heat, I feel like Rolan is the type of bitch (affectionate) to already complain about it being freezing at 15°F
I have to admit Anon, I'm also the type of bitch that thinks 15°F is freezing. I'm used to a nice temperate climate (with awful weather) and the idea of being outside in almost -10°c horrifies me, I do hope you like the headcanons though :)
The bachelors experiencing the snow
Dammon
I feel like Dammon runs hotter than most tieflings, they all already run hot but Dammon even more so
It honestly probably helps in the forge
It also means that when he steps foot into the snow it tends to slowly melt under the thin soles of his boots
Dammon loves the snow and thinks it's beautiful, but it tends to leave him with wet socks if he doesn't wear the right footwear
You'll find it's still very easy to drag your lover out into the snow with you though for a bit of a winter romp
Just don't be surprised when this cheeky tiefling decides to try and ball up some snow as soon as your back is turned
As soon as the powdery snow breaks against your back you know all vets are off, the two of you desperately trying to one up the other
You'll need to find a space were you won't bother anyone because Dammon gets very into his snowball fights
He's a fierce opponent but eventually, when you're both feeling the chill, there will be a truce
Dammons also the type to always wear his scarf when it snows outside, but only so he can wrap it around you if yours is forgotten at home
Zevlor
This paladin loves the snow
He doesn't run particularly hot or cold so he's able to spend a fair amount of time out in the chill
He loves to bundle you both up in cold weather clothes and go for a stroll
Walking along the water, hand in hand, he likes to admire the way your breath freezes in the air as you speak to him
It's all very relaxed and domestic, perfect for a retired hellrider like Zevlor
When the two of you make it back inside he's quick to warm you both back up, wrapping you in a blanket and making hot chocolate on the stove
You spend the rest of the even cuddled up to his side on the couch, watching the snow fall as you drink steaming mugs of cocoa
Zevlor also strikes me as the type of guy to know about the pouring maple syrup into snow to make a maple lolliepop thing
He'd definitely do it to surprise you with a homemade sweet treat
Please give Zevlor a kiss, he spoils you so much
Rolan
Rolan hates the snow
He runs cold as far as tieflings are concerned and he strikes me as the type to have poor circulation that just mildly annoys him
If you want to get him out in the snow you'll have to recruit his siblings to come help
Don't worry though, Cal and Lia love to drag him out into the winter wonderland despite how much he tells them it's 'freezing'
Rolan is also very glad his ears are covered by his hair, or they might just get cold enough to fall off
It's not uncommon for you to be issued with a challenge to see who can make a better snowman, you and Rolan or Cal and Lia
And so the wizard reluctantly spends his afternoon playing in the snow with you and his siblings
As much as he loves his siblings, Rolan also wants to get his own back at them, so he uses his magic to beat them every single time
Just be glad they only dared to challenge him to a snowball fight once
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Don’t Let It In - Jake Kiszka AU
A/N: Demon!Jake alternate universe because… it’s all I could think of thanks to this song. I’ve kinda put my own spin on what an incubus can do. Some of this I really just went with as I wrote. I am so excited to give y’all this one. It was wayyy too much fun to write. I love you all so much <;3
WARNINGS: 18+ minors DNI! This definitely may not be everyone’s cup of tea!! Demon!Jake, brief talk of being dead, soft!dom Jake, fingering, oral (fem receiving), choking, multiple orgasms/forced orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex.
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There it was again. That out of place, unexplainable, sound coming from the other room, forcing eerie chills to shoot through you.
It was only you in the apartment and had been for months now. So you thought…
Random noises had been putting you on edge for weeks now. You never found their sources, or anything that may debunk their origins.
You laid in bed, trying to just brush it off. In your mind, there was no point in dwelling on what was probably just a wall or floorboard creaking, or maybe even your neighbors.
Then it happened again, but twice as loud. It was absolutely not a natural noise in the slightest and it was far too loud for you to believe it came from one of the surrounding apartments.
All of the color in your face was surely draining as you tossed the blankets off of your body. You didn’t have much of a choice but to go scope it out, so that’s what you did.
You worked your way slowly down the hallway first, flicking on every light as you went.
Nothing.
The living room was next. You flicked all of those lights on and looked around…still nothing.
Your kitchen and little laundry room were the only place left to look.
Slipping around the corner, you switched on the light and were met with yet another vacant room.
You blew out a defeated, frightened and confused huff, glancing around dumbfounded. That unsettling feeling was still sitting heavy in your gut and not finding the culprit of the noises was just making it worse.
Trying to push the feeling away, you opened up the fridge and reached in for a bottle of water.
“Mind grabbing me one too, while you’re at it?”
The voice belonging to a man sent you crashing into the floor, condiments and such that were sitting in the door of the fridge, crashed down on top of you as you fell - startled and absolutely horrified.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of you, extending a beautiful hand down to you.
“Who… who the fuck are you?” you asked, barely getting the words out at all. “Get the fuck away from me,” you didn’t even let him answer before you were hissing the words at him.
“I’m Jake,” he smirked - a beautiful and intoxicating smirk. You couldn’t help but stare at his face, entranced beyond comprehension. He pushed his hand closer to you again, silently encouraging you to take it. “And I’ve been here for a while. Nice of you to finally notice.”
You glared at his hand, pushing yourself up from the floor on your own and slowly closing the refrigerator door.
“I would highly recommend getting the fuck out of my apartment,” the words were like pure venom. You didn’t even sound like yourself. “I already called the cops.”
You hadn’t really… yet, but he didn’t need to know that.
“You really want me out?” he asked you smugly, as though you’d be missing out on something spectacular if he left.
“Yes! Get. The fuck. out!” you said again, raising your voice a little louder.
“Okay.” His shoulders lifted in a nonchalant shrug, and then he was gone.
You froze in your spot, eyes flicking around frantically. Your brain couldn’t process what had just happened and you started to get hot, feeling as though you were losing every bit of your mind.
The rush of heat, quickly followed by intense chills made your body tremble.
Maybe it was just the wine I had earlier, you thought to yourself. Even still, that was hours ago. There was no way in hell that any of that madness was the product of a little white wine.
In light of trying to calm your nerves, you went back to your bedroom and stripped down from your clothes, figuring a cold shower might help you feel… something. Anything other than the fear surging through you.
You cut on the water, turning the knob as cold as it would go and stepped in. A groan of discomfort erupted from you, the cold temperature sending an unpleasant aching feeling through your body.
But it wasn’t enough. There was still a burning feeling inside you that wouldn’t go away. It felt like… raging need. Something so insatiable that it might drive you to insanity if it didn’t go away soon.
Your nipples grew painfully hard as you stood underneath the freezing water.
You turned around and turned around again. No matter how long you stayed under the streams of water, it did nothing.
A dull ache formed between your legs; so intense you were afraid you might crumble to the floor of the shower.
“Have you had enough yet?”
There he was. His voice filled the small bathroom with ease, low and raspy. You could see nothing but his shadow through the glass shower door.
You gasped loudly, clutching onto your chest with your hand. Fighting to catch your breath, you crouched down in the shower.
After a minute, you - unwisely - slid the glass door open.
There he was, fully clothed, leaning up against the sink with that smirk that you couldn’t tear your eyes away from, no matter how badly you wanted to. He stared at you for a moment before pushing away from the counter.
As he stepped closer, you moved back - until you were trapped in the corner of the shower, where you sank down to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest with your face buried into them.
“Oh, beautiful girl,” He cooed softly, voice smooth as a silken breeze. His finger, warm and gentle, tucked itself beneath your chin. “Don’t be scared.”
“Don’t. Touch me.” You pulled your face away, avoiding his mischievous and lust filled eyes.
“I don’t have to.” A soft laugh trots out of him, warming your body up again despite the freezing water still falling from above you. “See?”
His finger retreated from your chin - that debilitating, throbbing between your legs replacing it instantaneously.
Your body tensed and burned, a pitiful whine fluttering out of you as the throbbing slowly grew more and more intense.
“You sound so beautiful.” Jake purred, watching you intently. “It’s driving you crazy, isn’t it?” His hand traced up the muscle of you calf, pushing your leg down when his hand reached just above your knee. His hand continued upwards, tracing over your lips with a featherlight touch. “That feeling right here…”
You wanted to scream and cry and fight him. Shove him away with every ounce of your being. His touch was just so addicting... Against every sane part of your mind, you didn’t fight him.
“Please…” You whimpered, eyes closed tightly and arms still clung around your upper body.
“Please,” He mimicked you, a sickeningly playful edge to his voice. “Don’t you know better, darling? Don’t you know if you let me in, I’ll just keep coming back for more and more?”
“Take me, then.” You begged boldly, slowly mustering up the courage to look up at him. “Just take me.”
“Oh, no, darling.” Jake shook his head, that smirk coming back to play once again. “I could never take you from here. You’re far too beautiful…” His hand is suddenly grazing the softness of your cheek. “But i’ll have my fun with you…until i’ve had enough.”
Jake reached up, turning the knob to shut off the water. He hauled you up in his arms far too easily, carrying you out of the shower and back into your bedroom.
“So… so you’re not gonna hurt me…?”
A scoff shook out of him, as though he was slightly offended by your question. “If I wanted to hurt you, I would have already.”
“How comforting.” You uttered against better judgement.
Jake stopped in his tracks, staring down at you with blackened eyes. Your body exploded with a new sensation, like some sort of controlled, overly-powerful, never ending, orgasm of some sort.
Your head fell back over his arm, your mouth hanging open - feeling paralyzed by the pleasure he was sending through you without remorse. You could feel your lungs trying to force out some sort of noise, a plea, anything.
“I would highly suggest you use some fucking sense when you speak to me.” Jake laughed darkly. He stared down at you in amusement, watching you aimlessly struggle to gain control of your own body in his arms.
Finally, he stopped. You sucked in a strangled gasp, fighting to refill your lungs with air as your body fell limp in his arms.
“I… I’m sorry…” you panted, releasing your death grip on his shirt as he eased you down on the bed. “How… How do you do that?”
Jake tilted his head to the side, acting as though he didn’t know what you were asking about - even though he definitely did.
“How do I do what, darling?” he asked, climbing over top of your naked body.
“How can you make me feel things without touching me?” Your heart pounded against your ribcage, eyes fixed on his mouth where that beautiful smirk was residing once again.
He moved to sit between your parted legs, resting his weight back on the heels of his feet.
“When you’re dead, you can do whatever it is that you want,” Jake answered. “I just so happen to find joy in making pretty girls cum over and over, until they’re screaming and crying for just a sliver of my mercy.” He shrugged as if he was speaking the most casual words you’d ever hear in your life.
You stared at him, unable to form a single coherent thought in your mind. He was far too beautiful to be scared of and you were silently kicking yourself for wanting to drop your whole life, and let him take you wherever he so pleased.
His hands splayed over the bones of your shins, trailing them up slowly until they reached your thighs.
“I will say, you’re the first one that’s not put up much of a fight...” Jake’s observation seemed to intrigue him, judging by the curious expression and tilt of his head.
One of his hands traced farther up your thigh and glided over your hip and lower belly, eliciting a short burst of a tremble. His smirk widened then, watching your skin quiver and form goosebumps beneath his featherlight touch.
“Pretty girl,” he cooed, smiling at the way your eyes fluttered closed at his words. “Such a sensitive little thing. I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
“Please,” you quietly begged, pressing your body into his touch.
“Hold it, angel…” Jake’s hand traced up your sternum, his body starting to lean over yours as he stretched his arm. “It’s far too early to be begging.”
His other hand cupped itself over your dripping core, cradling it as he continued to explore the rest of your body with his other hand. His lips, warm and plush, connected with your belly, kissing and biting gently at the soft skin.
Your body reacted so intensely to him. The wetness leaking out of you was surely pooling in his hand as he held it over you. Anywhere his hands or mouth touched, burned and tingled in their wake. He was making your heart flutter and pound erratically, light whimpers fluttering out of you on nearly every exhale of breath.
“You’re so worked up already, aren’t you, angel?” he taunted, pulling his hand away from your core. “Look at that,”
You lifted your head, eyes landing on his pretty hand where - just as you had guessed - your own juices had just barely pooled.
“You’re a needy thing, huh?” Jake raised an eyebrow down at you, staring down at you in the most degrading way imaginable.
“Jake-“
“-Shhh…” he hushed you immediately, bringing his hand up to your mouth. “Taste yourself, darling. I bet you’ve never done that, have you?”
“Not… not in a while,” you admitted, cautiously taking his wrist in your hand to pull his hand a little closer.
You gently glided your tongue over his fingers and palm, tasting the sweetness of yourself off of them.
“Atta girl.” He watched you intently, smiling at the way you hummed against his skin.
“Don’t be greedy,” he spoke, pulling his hand away.
Jake slid his own fingers into his mouth slowly, holding your gaze as he did so. A whine bursts out of you, watching him taste you sending a new rush of wetness to your heat.
“Kiss me,” you begged with an urgency, reaching up to pull his as close as you could get him.
“Ah-” Jake stopped your movements. “-Don’t you know better?” he asked, taking your jaw and tilting your head to the side, attaching his lips to your neck in a few spots. “If I kiss you, that will be your soul. I won’t be able to let go… neither will you. You’ll be damned to hell with me if you let me in like that.”
“I don’t care,” you insisted. “Just take me. Take me, please?”
“Did I not tell you already?” Jake growled firmly, turning your head back to look you in the eyes. “You’re. Too pretty. To take. And I won’t tell you that again.”
His grip moved from your jaw to your throat, his other shooting between your legs to your core.
“You won’t want to come with me after I’m done with you, anyway,” Jake assured you, a cockiness suddenly playing around in his tone. His index and middle fingers connected with your clit, he didn’t move them, but kept a firm pressure against the sensitive bud. “Once i’ve drained you of everything you could possibly give me and then some.”
You squirmed against his fingers, your clit throbbing incessantly against the pressure he was keeping pressed into it.
That pressure in the pit of your stomach that he was making you rapidly too familiar with, started to spring to life. The harder you writhed, the firmer his hand around your throat became.
“Don’t be afraid of it, sweet girl.” Jake slowly started to circle his fingers, even though he knew could make you cum without doing so. “Just let me make you cum. Can you do that? Let me make this pretty pussy cum for me over and over?”
“Jake, Jake, oh god Jake,” his name was like a chant leaving your lips.
“Yeah, there you go…” Jake’s hand retreated from your neck, sliding his arm underneath your back to cradle you to him. “Say my name again, pretty girl. Sounds so good coming from you.”
“Jake, please, it feels so- it’s-“
“Yeah? Feels so good?” Jake taunted, dipping his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. “Aww, I know it does, angel.”
“Oh god, oh my god, i-“ your voice broke as loud whine ripped it’s a way out of you.
Your body unfolded right then at Jake’s will, the power of the orgasm unlike anything that a human could ever make you feel.
Your hand flew down to Jake’s wrist, clinging to it for dear life.
“Fuck Jake, I can’t - stop,” you whimpered breathlessly, fighting with the overstimulation cursing through your whole body. “Jake!”
“Uh uh, baby.” Jake slid his arm out from under your back, taking both of your wrists in his now free hand and pinning them above your head. “Don’t fight me, give me another one.”
You felt one of his fingers sink into your entrance, mind altering confusion taking over your brain as you still felt the debilitating pressure of his fingers over your clit.
Jake noticed your look of utter shock, a pleased grin pulling at his lips.
“Neat little trick, isn’t it, angel?” he asked smugly, pushing in a second finger to join in with the first.
Your mouth dropped open, eyes rolling back into your head like you were being possessed. In a way, you figured you mind of were being possessed.
Jake’s face mimicked yours in the most heart stopping, mocking way imaginable. The smile that formed just after watching your cheeks blaze red, yielded the same mocking aura.
“Such a gorgeous face,” Jake purred, eyes scanning over your features attentively. “Could look at it forever.”
“Don’t say that to me,” you pleaded, severely disliking the way he was making you feel - only to leave you with his likely painful absence soon enough.
“I’m just telling you what I see,” Jake stated.
“Don’t talk to me- like that-“ you choked out, back arching away from the bed with a particular curl of his fingers.
“Fuck, Jake!”
“Remember what I said earlier?” Jake asked cooly, staring down at you with black eyes like he had done before. “When I said to watch how you speak to me? Yeah, that wasn’t a suggestion.”
A wail of pleasure erupted from you. That suffocating feeling of intense pleasure that he had placed over you in the shower, and as he carried you to the bed, took over your body again. You felt your sanity crumbling, just out of your reach to try and save it from crashing to the ground.
You clenched and fluttered around his ungodly, skilled fingers. The haunting touch that remained over your clit, throwing you headfirst into another orgasm.
“Ugh- Jake…” your voice croaked out, barely above an audible level.
Jake ignored you, curling his fingers into that sweet spot inside you and holding them there.
A squeal bounced off the walls of your room, your body jolting so hard you managed to slip one of your arms from his grip above your head.
“Alright, alright,” Jake relented with a dark chuckle. “I’ll give you a break, little angel.”
Jake’s idea of a break and your idea of a break, were obviously extremely different.
He removed his fingers from you, leaving your fluttering pussy and overstimulated clit to rest for a bit. Bringing his drenched fingers to his mouth, he sucked them clean once again with a low, satisfied hum. It made you wonder how his mouth would feel.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get that too,” Jake smirked, reading your mind loud and clear. “I would be a fool to leave here without tasting you first.”
The mention of his impending departure sent a pang of tightness through your chest. You would never have enough of him. You never wanted to reach the point of having had ‘enough.’
You laid against the blankets of your bed, already spent and drained to an unthinkable degree. Yet, it was clear he wasn’t quite done with your poor body.
Jake had fallen eerily quiet, transfixed on your chest. He was contemplating something, but what, you weren’t sure.
His eyes flicked up to yours with a mischievous and unnerving glint in them. He moved to lay over top of you, a firm hand on your sides, his face coming perfectly level with your breasts.
“Let’s have some more fun now, yeah?” Jake flashed you the quickest wink. It was posed as a question, but you new you didn’t exactly have a choice.
His mouth, warm and soft, wrapped around your left nipple. His tongue teased over it, delivering deliberate and firm flicks of his tongue.
Your body succumbed to a new type of pleasure, starting in a whole new place and pushing outward throughout the rest of you.
Jake pulled away, eyes darting up to yours that watched him.
“Ooh, she likes that.”
“Mhm,” you hummed softly, nodding down at him. “Please, more Jake.”
“More?” Jake echoed the word back, kissing around your nipple, teasingly avoiding it. Then, he finally let you in on what he must have been thinking not long before.
“Think you can come for me just from this?” Jake sucked your right nipple into his mouth this time, only for a second before letting it go with a soft pop. “From me playing with these?”
“I don’t… I… no?” You stumbled to find an answer. You didn’t really know if it was possible.
“That was a trick question, darling.” Jake giggled, squeezing your sides roughly. “I can make you cum however I want.”
“I can’t- I don’t know if I can again,” you sighed. Your mind naively still believing that there had to be limits to what he could make your body do.
You just knew there had to be… But there weren’t.
“It’s endearing, really-” Jake huffed a laugh, sliding his hands straight up to cup each side of your breasts. “-how fucked out you are already. Nothing I say is getting absorbed in that pretty head of yours at all.”
His mouth reconnected with one of your nipples, paying it his undivided attention like it was all he knew.
Little noises bubbled out of you as he worked his magic over you - quite literally in some sense.
In light of not wanting the other to be left out and wanting to see how your body reactions, Jake took your other nipple between his thumb an index finger, pinching and tugging and rolling it. Completely out of your control, your chest pressed into him and a squeak of a noise slipped from you.
The tightening between your legs felt so out of place - considering there was no attention being given to that area of your body.
“Jake…?” you squeaked out, somehow sounding like a question.
A soft, “hmm?” was all he offered you.
You were too focused on the strange sensation building inside you, to even recall what you even spoke his name for - other than it was slowly becoming the only thing your brain could remember.
It felt so similar to that of a normal orgasm, but so different all at once.
Jake switched his mouth to the other nipple, his hand quickly replacing his mouth on the one he’d just abandoned.
“You feel that?” he asked quickly, before bringing your nipple back into his mouth. “You gonna cum all pretty for me?”
“Shit, yes-” You sunk one hand into his hair, the other fisting the silk of his shirt. “-I felt it, I feel it. I’m gonna-”
The new kind of orgasm took over you body in the blink of an eye, washing over you with a different kind of intensity all together.
“Jake, please! Jake,” you cried, feeling as though you had little to no control over your body anymore.
Jake released your nipples from his mouth and fingers, but began a trail of hot kisses down your abdomen and lower belly. He was steadily working his way back down, to the part of your body that you wanted him to stay far away from and focus solely on all at once.
“No, no, no, nononono,” you babbled, nearly incomprehensible. Your hand still in his hair tugged roughly, trying to jerk him away from your body. “Please, no more, Jake. No more.”
“‘No more, Jake, no more’,” he shot back in a whiny tone, closely resembling yours. “You’re such a whiny fuckin’ thing. Have I told you that yet, angel?”
“No…” you answered weakly, swallowing down a sob as he placed a kiss over your slick folds.
“Just a couple more, sweet little angel,” he said it like a promise. “Just-“ he placed another kiss over your clit. “-a couple-“ pausing once more, he flicked his tongue over it. “-more.”
Jake’s arms wrapped themselves around your thighs, holding you against his face as he began to teasingly work over your heat with his skilled tongue. No matter how much you tried to buck and jerk your hips away, it proved useless. His grip was far stronger than anything you could ever go up against, even on one of your strongest days.
His mouth brought you closer and closer by the second, coaxing that raging fire in the deepest part of you that should have long fizzled out already. Not on his watch though. That delicious, burning ache inside you was drawing out the prettiest sounds his ears had ever been graced by.
Your sounds grew louder and louder, another erupting from your lungs before the first sound could even stop echoing around the room - creating some sort of obscene harmony of moans.
“God, you sound so beautiful when you’re close,” Jake groaned against you, dull nails digging crescent moons into your hips. “Why would I ever want to stop making you cum?”
A glass shattering scream erupted from deep within you, your body arching and thrashing around unceremoniously. Your eyes were screwed so tightly shut, it was dangerously close to giving you a headache.
Sob after sob of merciless pleasure shook out of your lungs, all while Jake’s low laugh vibrated against you.
Even after Jake’s mouth had left your core to momentarily rest, soft sobs continued to shudder out of you. Thanks to your eyes still being closed, hot tears pouring from the edges like there was a broken seal, you didn’t notice his eyes soften for the split second that they had.
“Poor thing,” Jake spoke softly. He let go of your legs and you felt his weight shift, the back of his hand suddenly stroking the tears from your cheeks.
You tried your best to ignore the fake sympathy it was drenched in, despite the softness of which the two little words were spoken.
“Open those eyes, pretty girl,” Jake commanded gently. “C’mon.”
You opened your eyes for him, trying to blink away the remaining tears. Once your vision cleared, your eyes widened and unashamedly drank in Jake’s now naked body.
“There they are,” Jake smirked down at you, taking immediate notice of your gawking. “You still with me? Kinda…?”
“I’m breathing,” you mumbled dryly, drawing a genuine giggle from him.
Fighting to find the words, you continued. “Still want you to fuck me. Please…”
“I’ve drained you of nearly everything you have and you still want me to fuck you?” Jake grinned, dipping his head down to kiss along your collarbone.
“You’re going to anyway,” you said matter-of-factly.
Jake huffed a laugh into your neck at your astute observation. “Well… yeah. But you want me to.”
“…M’not ready for you to go yet…” you admitted quietly, hesitation clear in your voice.
“Not gonna leave you yet, angel,” he assured you, carefully lining himself up at your entrance.
Jake pushed himself in slowly, cursing along with you as he stretched you out. He made pain feel so delightful, pain was starting to not even register as pain anymore.
“God damnit, you feel so fucking good,” Jake rasped out, planting his hands on either side of your head. “Been waiting to do this for so long.”
“How- fuck, Jake-“ you struggled to get the words out through your moans. “-How long have you- been here?”
“A long time, angel,” Jake answered simply. “Long time.”
It was unsettling to say the least, but you were too lost in the otherworldly pleasure of Jake’s cock sharply thrusting into you to care, or spend too much time dwelling on it.
Each of his thrust sent shock waves through your body; from your core, out to your toes, to the tips of each of your fingers.
The moans coming from you both mixed together, tangling in the air in their own little lust-drunken dance.
Your hands clawed at the backs of Jake’s shoulders, fighting the urge to force him down on top of you and crash your lips into his. That’s all you could think about… just one kiss.
One kiss was all you needed. All you wanted.
Jake dropped down to one of his forearms, his other hand snaking between your two flaming bodies to connect with your clit.
“Ah, Jake- just- just cum without me, please,” your voice strained as you begged him. “Please, Jake, please!”
“Shut up and cum with me,” Jake commanded, bending your body to his every will and command yet again.
You unwisely fought with your own body, holding off your orgasm until Jake was starting to fall just over his own edge.
Jumping at his moment of weakness, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and used every bit of energy you had left to pull yourself up and connect your lips with his.
“Fuck!” Jake all but yelled against your lips, but couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
Your own mind-numbing orgasm swallowed you up not even seconds later. You sent moan and cry, after moan and cry into Jake’s mouth.
“What the fuck did I tell you?” Jake sighed exasperatedly, trying to stable himself from his high - all while trying to process what you’ve done.
“I needed it,” you breathed out.
“You needed to kiss me more than you needed to live?” Jake chided lightly, glaring down at you. “I told you, you’re too pretty for me to take…”
“What? Am I dead now?” You questioned, far less panicked than you had expected to be.
“Not… not exactly,” Jake sighed. “We’re tied…” his hand slid up your throat to your jaw, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“Which means eventually, I’ll become so obsessed with you, that I have no choice but to drag you to hell with me.”
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A Line from Me to You - Chapter 4
Description: Buggy finds a peculiar book on his ship. Enticed by the words contained on each page, the pirate opens up. Anonymity leads to vulnerability. What else will come from this? (Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, check out the story tag)
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: This chapter is SFW, but that changes next chapter!! Buggy x afab!reader.
A/N: Defnitely messed up posting this the first time around. 🤡Posting from my phone, so let me know if it looks weird!
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“Maybe you should pick the next book.”
Buggy would have considered writing those words as admitting defeat if it wasn’t for how shaky your last note was. He could see each jump and jolt your hand made while asking for something less intense than the books Buggy picked.
After you both filled the end pages of “Rocks on the River” with enough saltwater to rival the ocean, Buggy offered another story from his backlog. The third novel you read together was a horrifying tale that pushed the readers into a toxic miasma of fear, paranoia, and unease, which oozed into their real lives.
The whole ship rang with a piercing shriek from the captain when an unfortunate freak tapped his shoulder from behind. A usually common occurrence was tainted by an early scene from the book. Buggy knew the touch wasn’t from grotesquely plump spiders descending from the ceiling, even though he screamed something that sounded like, “Get it the fuck off of me.”
After reading a chapter full of creepy-crawlies, every small sensation left his blue hair standing on end, which only created a nerve wracking loop. Every breeze and rustle of fabric teased his prickled skin, mimicking the feel of grubby little arachnid and insectoid legs scurrying across his body. The sensation only went away after a frantic midday wash with near-boiling water and the roughest washcloth Buggy could find. After sloughing off more than one layer of skin, the pirate felt confident that he was clean and not infested.
You, on the other hand, had boasted about not being scared of the terrors held within the book. Unlike the invasive imaginary critters Buggy was battling, you were as snug as a bug in a rug when you curled up in bed to read each night. The chilling entities weren’t real, and if they were, you felt safe on the ship.
“I’m just saying, if soul-sucking bats were attacking, I would trust C. Buggy to protect m us.”
As much as you tried to turn the start of “me” into “us,” the letters didn’t flow right. Rather than drawing attention to the slip-up by completely blacking out the convex letter, you simply crossed it out and hoped the other reader wouldn’t notice.
“I dunno, what if he hid from those horrid fucking things? I wouldn’t blame him, honestly…”
“Maybe…but I trust him.”
“He’s the captain, you’re supposed to trust him.”
“That’s not the only reason.”
You didn’t realize what you wrote until you punctuated the sentence by stabbing the page. Your hand moved quickly and defensively, upset by the assumption that your feelings were obligatory. Your fingers twitched as you restrained the flow of words. Your trust wasn’t unearned, it had grown over time. The seed was planted when you were welcomed to the ship with open arms and watered by his laughter and jokes, the care he held for his eclectic freaks, the little questions he’d ask about their lives at sea, and the flashy stories he pushed them weave. The roots reached deep, following the curve of his smile and tracing the crinkles in the corner of his eyes.
The trust might have been obligatory at the beginning, but it had since blossomed into more. You weren’t ready to acknowledge the blooms and definitely weren’t going to share the unnamed feelings with a stranger.
Thankfully, Buggy’s preference for avoiding uncomfortable discussions kept him from prying further. His nightly alcohol whispered in a heated voice. It said he should ask, that he deserves to know why you trusted him so much. The voice grew quieter the longer he let the amber liquid sit untouched. Sure, a part of him was interested, but you didn’t elaborate for a reason. Thinking back to “Rocks on the River,” you never pressured him to write more about his childhood friend. Curiosity peeked through some of your notes, but it never confronted him. And he couldn’t bring himself to do that to you, so he moved onto the next section of the story.
This time, you completed the book first. Usually, you refrained from reading while on duty, but finishing the horror novel under a full moon in the crow’s nest seemed like a fitting end. Settled under an inky expanse that spilled into the still sea, you read words illuminated by moonlight. It didn’t take long for the whispers of subtle waves to take on an ominous tone. The rattling of the gently swaying ship became inhuman guttural groans.
Creaks from other crew members on duty became less frequent and far less comforting. Their footsteps and shadows were no longer welcoming - they were unsettling and teased your fraying hold on reality. Seated so high above the others, you had no way of knowing if the life on deck were familiar or fiendish freaks. Laughter carried on the wind wasn’t jovial, but sinister. You tried to close the book, to stop the words from pulling you deeper into their dark world, but it didn’t work. You were already lost in fear and needed to claw your way out.
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Buggy figured you would spend the night reading and woke up early to see if the book would be ready for him. He slipped the third annotated book into an interior coat pocket and headed to breakfast. Only a few pirates filled the hall - a mix of those eating their first meal of the day and those filling their stomachs before sleep. Despite the differences, everyone embraced the quiet morning and only the sounds in the room came from cutlery against plates, mugs on the wooden tables, and open-mouthed chewing. It would be a normal scene, except for you. Unlike the others, who were stuck in the cozy twilight at either end of sleep, you sat wide-eyed and jittery in front of a sparse meal. The captain approached the corner you cowered in like a scared animal.
“You alright? Something happen last night?” His voice was pulled low with concern.
Your eyes darted around the room, afraid of missing some unknown monster during this conversation. “I’m fine. Just tired. It was a long night.” You shivered slightly, fear and anxiety still running their courses through your body.
“Hey,” Buggy whispered softly as he crouched low, his leather boots creaking with the movement. “You sure that’s all?” His hand rested on the bench next to you. He wanted to reach out and keep you from shaking, but a different fear kept him from moving.
“I’m fine,” you repeated, looking everywhere but at the man in front of you.
A moment of silence let you know the answer wasn’t accepted. You glanced at him a few times before getting stuck in the deep pools within his eyes. It always happened to you so easily - his pupils were large and dark enough for you to fall in those ocean-colored eyes without a second thought. Buggy raised his eyebrows, the movement also tugging the tip of his round nose, and tilted his head to the side. He could see through the flimsy facade you were hiding behind, so you let it go and took a deep breath.
“It was a really long night, Captain. I think I’ll feel better after sleeping. I’m okay, really.” You emphasized the last word by nudging his gloved hand with yours. Just the smallest amount of touch to let him know you were being honest.
Buggy nodded and left without another word. Any details you were reluctant to share were housed in the book sitting in his pocket.
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The rest of the story that was written in the novel and documented your night was devoured in his quarters, while the plate of breakfast sitting a hands-reach away on the desk grew cold. It was a different experience to read a horror book during the day, when the bright sunlight eliminated any errant shadows and kept the unknowns that resided in the dark at bay. Still, the author was skilled enough for goosebumps to cover the pirate’s body. He ran his hands along his arms and legs to iron away the physical response.
As Buggy soothed his own unsettled nerves, he thought about you. How scared you must have been, alone and in the dark. How the fear followed you through the morning and you couldn’t shake the feeling. Literally. For a brief moment, Buggy imagined holding your trembling body, just as he was holding his own. Would you trust your captain enough to let him protect you from a fear response?
Although the pirate couldn’t bring himself to comfort you physically, he had an idea that could work. Filling with bubbling excitement, he sprang out of the desk chair, nearly toppling it in the process, and sprinted out of the room. A moment later, a lone hand whizzed back to toss his reading glasses on the bed and close the door.
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You woke up as the sun was turning in for the evening, surprised that you managed to fall asleep. Thinking back, you might have actually passed out from exhaustion and worry. The orange glow now painting the walls in your room was comforting. You stretched your limbs to bring them back to life and put your arms behind your head.
Staring at nothing in particular gave your mind permission to pursue its own entertainment, so it drifted back to the paranoia and apprehension you thought had left. Threads of their presence remained and tugging at them brought pieces of the story. Examining those moments was easier in the golden light, but as the warmth receded and night returned, so did the unease. Rather than staying inside and alone, you hoped to find companionship and protection with the late night crewmates.
Waiting just outside your room was the smell of fried food and smoked meat to keep you company. As you wandered the belly of the ship, you passed your mates filling their own bellies with greasy food and alcohol. The ebb and flow of movement seemed to be going to and coming from the deck. Following the alluring scents of popcorn, cotton candy, and sweet dough, you stepped into the open air.
String lights adorned the ship, traipsing from mast to mast, illuminating the sails, and snaking around the deck railing. Hundreds of lights bounced on the rippled sea, creating a bubble of light that was periodically outdone by the handmade fireworks launched into the sky. As sparks rained down in a beautiful rendition of a meteor shower, you caught the silhouette of the captain standing at the helm of the ship. If anyone knew what ignited tonight's floating festival, it would be the man in charge.
You weaved your way across the deck, grabbing two bottles of beer on the way. Having learned from earlier events and rumors among the crew, you stomped your feet a little louder than usual to let Buggy know you were approaching, so he wouldn’t be caught off guard and attempt to swat you away in surprise. When he turned to see who the visitor was, you offered him a drink.
“Are we celebrating something special?”
“There doesn’t have to be a reason to have a party,” Buggy said, as though you should know better. “Besides, my crew always deserves a night like this!” He spread his arms and gestured all around him.
Despite the bright lights, enough of the night hung around to hide the blush on your cheeks. Eager to hide the heat behind alcohol, you held out your bottle. “Then here’s to us!”
Buggy tapped his bottle against yours harder than he expected, causing a fountain of bubbles to overflow from both containers. You both leaned in to stop the spills before taking a proper drink.
Little did you know, this was his first drink of the evening. Buggy, who was known to spend nights with his sloshing spirit in hand, had planned when and how much alcohol would be available. He considered how to drag out the crowds and stagger the inevitable crash as people blacked out and passed out. The pirate captain wasn’t sure how successful he’d be against soul-sucking bats, but every detail that would chase away another dark and lonely night was taken into account.
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this is for your event 🗣️🗣️
here me out.. gojo fic abt the song tell your girlfriend by lay banks. something like having a crush on gojo and he likes reader too but reader and gojo are with other people. idc who readers boyfriend is🫣
WC: 1.7k
CW: alcohol consumption (all characters of age), swearing, cheating (see above ask for details), female pronouns (reader referred to as girlfriend), not beta read AT ALL, reader is a bit of a crybaby lol
Note: thanks for sending an ask in emi!!! also, this song is fire i was literally jamming the entire time i was writing. also, sorry if you wanted this to be more true to the vibe of the song. i kind of interpreted it my own way and rolled with it lmao
listen to this while reading
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You loved your boyfriend, right? You had only been dating four months, but you wouldn’t have dated someone if you didn’t have feelings for him. Sure, he could be a little aloof, and a little rude, but he had his moments when he was sweet and caring. So why did you find yourself thinking of someone else?
During the day when the sun was out and you were thinking rationally you could convince yourself that you truly cared for him, but at night under the low lighting of the bar all bets were off. When you were a few shots past tipsy and your thinking was slowed, why did another face keep coming to mind.?
Initially, I wouldn't do this
Hennessy pourin' and shit gettin' fluid
And you never intended to cheat. And you definitely never intended to fall for your best friend who was also dating someone else. But when you spent time with him, or when he shot a flirtatious wink from across the room he ignited a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. A swarm of butterflies that went into hibernation when you were around your boyfriend.
You knew it was wrong, that you shouldn’t feel the way you did, but with the heavy beat of the bass coursing through you and cognac warming your insides your traitorous heart finally decided what it was Gojo Satoru made you feel. Desire. And…love. Oh shit, that wasn’t good.
Suddenly feeling a bit ill, you waved your concerned friend off and staggered outside to get some fresh air. Taking deep gulps of fresh air, you stepped into an alley to get some privacy so you could collect your thoughts. You wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to ward off the chill of the night seeping through the thin fabric of your clothes.
As you stand there shivering, your thoughts are interrupted by a warm jacket being wrapped around your shoulders. Spinning around, you find yourself face to face with the one person you absolutely did not want to see at the moment. Confronted by the appearance of your best friend, you can’t help but start crying. It’s stupid, you know, but as soon as you lay eyes on him the shock of your realization wears off and your emotions kick in.
“Oh my god, hey, are you okay?” He panics, grabbing your shoulders and peering into your face concerned. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong??”
His care only serves to make you cry harder. Why? Why did he have to be like this? Couldn’t he just be a bad friend and ignore you? It would be so much easier that way. Unsure what to do, he pulls you into a hug, patting you on the back.
“Hey. It’s okay. I got you. Can you tell me what’s wrong?” You can't take it anymore. You both are dating other people, and you are definitely finding too much comfort in his arms. Pushing him away, you avert your gaze.
“You, okay? You’re my problem. Can you just leave me alone please?”
His brow furrows. “What do you mean ‘me?’ Did I do something? Also, I’m not leaving you outside by yourself at this time of night. Please, can’t you just talk to me? Whatever I did I-”
“I just realized I’m in love with you, okay?!” Your voice rings out in the stillness of the alley, and you clap your hands over your mouth, horrified. “Wait, I-”
You’re cut off by him gently taking your face in his hands and slotting his lips against yours. The kiss is soft and sweet; filled with years of longing and suppressed feelings pouring from each of you. It feels like home. It feels like love. It feels right, but you know it isn’t. Pushing him back, you stare at him wide-eyed, your chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
“What…what was that?”
We was just friends, but then came in Cupid
The tension was buildin', we had to pursue it
“I like you too.” He blurts in lieu of answering your question. Then he pauses and corrects himself. “Actually I’m in love with you. I have been for a while. I just didn’t think you felt the same.”
Unsure of what to do or say, you just start laughing, because the two of you were idiots. You were best friends who supposedly knew everything about each other. Except for the fact that you were each in love with the other, apparently. Oh my god you were in love with your best friend and he was in love with you. Your laughter became tinged with hysteria as you remembered that you had a boyfriend and he had a girlfriend.
Tears filled your waterline. “Oh my god Toru what are we doing? I have a boyfriend!! And you have a girlfriend! We can’t be doing this…”
“Why not?” He gently cups your face in his palms and brushes your tears away with his thumbs. “Break up with your boyfriend. Be with me. My girlfriend isn’t a problem. She’s known about my feelings for you from the start. She’s in love with someone else too and we’ve just been using each other as a distraction. There’s nothing in our way.”
Standing in that alley with his vivid blue eyes on yours, you couldn’t help but believe him. What if he was right. What if the two of you really were meant to be?”
What it's been with us this whole time
Taking a deep breath, you step back, and out of his reach. If you were going to think about this rationally, you couldn’t be so close to him. You push your hair back out of your eyes and tilt your head back. He watches you from where he is, knowing that you need space to sort out your emotions and thoughts. After a few minutes you turn back to him.
“Alright. The first thing I’m going to do is break up with my boyfriend and apologize. After that, I’m not sure. I don’t want to make you any promises, because I’m not really sure of anything. The only thing I know is that I won’t be able to live with myself if I don't break up with him, because he doesn’t deserve to be hurt or deceived. Okay?”
“That’s fine.” Satoru says simply, looking at you with so much affection it hurts. “I’ve waited for you so long, a little while longer isn’t going to do me any harm.”
Your eyes soften. “Thanks. Now, I’m going to head back in, okay?” He steps aside, allowing you to pass. Heading back into the party, you feel nauseous, but you head up to your boyfriend.
Because if you ever want to be with Satoru, your relationship can’t start with deception.
'Cause I don't wanna live a lie, lie, lie
An hour and one extremely difficult conversation later found you sitting on a park bench with your head in your hands crying. Surprisingly, your now ex-boyfriend had been very understanding and kind about it. While he was clearly hurt and holding back tears, he had told you that he just wanted you to be happy, and that he was okay with it.
After reassuring you that he wasn’t angry, he hugged you one last time, wished you well, and walked away. Unable to stop crying, you were overwhelmed by a sense of relief, but at the same time guilt. So you had told your boyfriend. What now?
Should tell my boyfriend what I been doin'
The weeks after your breakup were tough. You told Satoru you needed time to yourself, because even though you logically knew that you shouldn’t feel bad, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt. You felt like if you started dating him now, it would be unfair to your ex, and that you should at least wait a little while.
You also discussed the matter of his girlfriend, and decided that it was okay for him to remain with her until you were ready, as the two of them were friends and he was helping her make her crush jealous. You didn’t mind him helping her, especially since you were making him wait and overcomplicating things.
You told Gojo as much, and decided that for the time being the two of you would remain friends until you were ready. You just needed a little time to figure yourself out. But you knew that you wanted to be with him. Just not right that second.
Took a break, had to focus on some me time
We can keep it low-key for the meantime
A couple months passed, and you went on with your life. Everything was normal, and you tried to push your thought of Satoru away, preferring to procrastinate on talking to him as long as possible.
Until one night, when you were cleaning your room and found a box of photos from your high school days with him. Going through them, you felt a sense of nostalgia, and affection. And suddenly you missed him. You missed him so bad it hurt. You needed him by your side, and you needed him as more than a friend.
Hit by this revelation, you sat there for a moment, stunned, before leaping up and grabbing your car keys. Driving well above the speed limit, you rushed to his house and banged on his door. Was it sometime after midnight? Yes. Did you really care? No.
You heard his groggy voice say something about waiting one moment, then the door swung open. And there he stood, right in front of you in all his sleepy glory. But as soon as his eyes landed on you they widened and all traces of sleep disappeared from them.
“[Y/N]! What are you doing here? It’s-” You interrupt him, tears already pouring down your face as you beam up at him.
“I love you. I’m ready to be your girlfriend now.”
Go tell your girlfriend that I'm your girlfriend (oh, oh)
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satoru gojo x f!reader
**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series
an: the new and improved (not really)... tumblr delete this post again and I will attack you.
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it’s almost like getting primed for a reward. the tiny little breaks between when satoru got to see you – it functioned like a charging port.
satoru would get the sweet, soft promise of your presence. and then be robbed of it consequently. and it would leave him a little bit hollow in the days that followed, until it came rushing back – when you had to pick up leo at the end of the week.
he likened it to him being like a ghost town. and that you would fill him up with light.
and the sweet promise comes flowing back, an almost instantaneous rush, when he gets a less than pleasant phone call about his son getting into a fight at school – and how both parents would need to be present for the meeting that followed.
--
one of the greatest strengths in his relationship with you – if he could even call it that anymore – was that the two of you were always able to read each other. it’s how two halves of a whole functioned – adapted to be what the other one needed.
satoru had never been able to find that in someone else. and sometimes, late at night, he’d wonder if it was because the two of you were soulmates, that you were so connected, that it was the reason you could feel what the other needed.
or if you had forged yourselves into ones, by having a child together – a little perfect piece of you and him in the world that tied you together. that the secret to it was that when you made leo, there was some part of your souls that were shared forever now.
the thought dies out on its own, when he’s faced with the harsh reality.
soulmates would never be separated. on the heels of a divorce.
so he swallows down the thought. and it comes rushing back to him at times like this – when he’s speeding through the streets and running into the office – only to find the pair of you pressing ice packs into your respective faces, matching steely glares being given to the pair of people across from you.
leo spares him the glance first. you don’t break.
“daddy’s here.”
leo’s voice is uncharacteristically monotone, the usual cheery delight – that satoru claims to take credit for – is gone and it’s chilling. that and the fact that his eye is going to definitely purple up by tomorrow. satoru takes the seat next to you, passing you a halfhearted smile as you meet his eyes, and he gestures for leo with grabby hands to take the place in his lap.
leo all but obliges and satoru takes the close proximity to inspect the little bruise near his eye. it’s raised and red – the white of his eye tinted a tiny pink.
one of his favorite things about leo was that his eyes were just like yours. seeing someone desecrate them in the slightest was enough to make him sear with a white hot rage.
satoru would have every intention to create a living hell for whoever’s kid – and their parents – caused this. but he had a strong inkling telling him that the ice pack pressed to your cheek meant that you had already tried and it was on him to be the mature one here. that he’d have to adapt, for you.
“hi star boy, sunshine.” satoru murmurs.
you turn your head to his, glaring at him. this was not the time for stupid nicknames.
“horrifying. you should try to smile more.” satoru deadpans, giving you a smile so wide you can see his dimples.
idiot.
“and you should try to be more mature. someone punched your son in the face.”
“and it looks like they didn’t stop there. what happened to you? let me look.”
satoru reaches forward, fingers featherlike as they pull the ice pack away from your face, revealing three identical red lines indented into the softness of your cheek. he cups his fingers around your face – the sensation sending an electric touch down your spine – as you try to wrestle out of his hold.
satoru frowns. the marks are raised and swelling, just like leo’s, and satoru really curses that he didn’t drive faster. then he wouldn’t have to save face with the people who had raised their hands on his son and his wife.
soon to be ex-wife.
“kid’s mom. she started bitching and…and i said stuff back and she slapped me. she was wearing three pairs of stackable silver rings.” you groan, shoving the biting cold ice back into the pulsating warm of your cheek, before turning back to stare at her.
you’d slap that smug smile off her face if you could.
“what did she say?” satoru asks.
“just forget about it, okay? let’s focus on leo.”
satoru can tell by your posture, your tense shoulders, that there’s no inkling of regret in your actions. that really, you don’t even feel the smallest bit of remorse – that you think you had ever reason to do what you did.
leo leans his mouth close to satoru’s ear, before failing his attempt at whispering discreetly.
“i’ll tell you later, daddy. it was about you.”
“leo.” you scold.
“mommy.” leo mimics, attempting to copy your scathing tone.
you can’t stop yourself and your soft smile makes both of your boys break a glimmering, two dimpled smile back in return. you reach forward, running your fingers through leo’s overgrown white hair, as you lean forward and press a kiss to the top of his locks.
one of your favorite things about leo is how similar he looks to satoru. snow white hair, same cheesy dimple smile, and the sweet sense of humor too.
and that sickly sweet spot that you have for satoru, that you’d probably always have, simmered. he was always able to make leo smile, even through the pink of his eye.
after a very unpleasant meeting – and a three day suspension for leo – satoru offers to take him off your hands for the weekend. he can see it, the gratefulness in your eyes and the desperate time you need to process it all, as you press a kiss to leo’s cheek and then his too.
it almost bites, like an electric touch – your lips on satoru’s skin after months. his ghost town’s essentially a fifty-strobe light show at this point.
in the close proximity, your sugary perfume and soft hands, satoru’s thankful for two things at the moment.
the first? leo sitting snug in his arms. and the second? the necklace around your collarbone.
or more appropriately, the fact that all three charms are still intact. the sun, the star, and the moon.
you, leo, and him. he watches as you walk away, shooting the two of them a smile over your shoulder, before you climb into your car.
“leo?” satoru asks.
“hm.”
“what did mommy say when she got mad?” satoru asks.
leo gives him a smile, curling his fist around the collar of his shirt before answering.
“that lady needed to leave her son and her husband alone or else.”
satoru smiles, before pressing a kiss to the warmth of leo’s cheek. he can still smell the remnants of the strawberry shampoo you massaged into his hair this morning.
--
you had been priming yourself for sunday, when satoru would return with leo. there was a certain warmth that satoru possessed, that was almost an innate part of his nature, that you always felt yourself gravitating towards.
every time he walked away from you, it felt like he left you alone in the rain. and all you could feel was the sheer, immense pining.
the two of you had decided that satoru was just going to take care of leo – that you’d address the fight, and your shitty behavior together at the end of the week. and if need be, satoru would stay the night just to help you out afterwards.
satoru offered. you hate that he can still read you like a book. that he’ll make your rain cloud dissipate, just to let it reform again every time he walked away.
at 8:05, the headlights of satoru’s car shine through your kitchen window as you reach for your hair, brushing down the flyaways, before reaching for the little sweets that you had made. they were vanilla glazed doughnuts – the byproduct of the impending doom of the possibility that satoru might share the bed with you and leo tonight.
and right on cue, you hear two giggly voices opening the door, only to be met by leo running up and wrapping his little arms around your legs. you oblige, crouching down as you eye the purple surrounding his eye, before cradling his head against your shoulder.
the sight almost makes satoru emotional. he’ll blame it on the longing.
but watching you nearly moved to tears, leo’s infinitesimal smallness against your frame despite how tall he seems to be getting – it reminds him of the day leo was born. when satoru really wasn’t able to contain his tears, at the sight of you beaming down at your shared piece of starlight. that truly, the stars did align – that there were some types of odds, that each little decision the two of you made had led to him.
“i missed you, star boy.” you murmur.
“i missed you too, sunshine.” leo responds.
you curl your nose, pinching his cheek before you stand up. you eye satoru – the dark green hoodie hanging loose against his frame, hands tucked into his black sweatpants. he gives you a wink as a greeting, to which you respond by sticking your tongue out, before sliding the plate over to the two of them.
“leo, you’ve been spending too much time with daddy. what happened to calling me, mommy?”
“you’re making that sound like that’s a bad thing, sunshine.” satoru states, nimble fingers splitting one of the doughnuts in half before handing leo a piece.
“yeah, sunshine.” leo emphasizes, earning a fit of laughter from the two of you.
you roll your eyes. satoru lifts leo onto the counter, before pulling a stool to the side for the two of you. he gives you a curt nod – one which you return – before you and satoru turn to face him.
“okay, star boy. we’ve had fun for a few days but it’s time to talk about what happened tuesday.” satoru states.
leo’s face immediately droops, and you bite down into the hardness of your cheek.
you were never good at the reprimanding type of thing.
“it was nothing, daddy.” leo mumbles.
satoru sighs.
“c’mon, kid. we’re not going to be mad at you. just want to talk about what happened, talk about what to do next time.” satoru states.
“i don’t want you to think that it’s okay to fight with people because of me. that lady in the office, she…she just…”
satoru’s hand is quick, finding it’s way to your back. the touch is soft, a tiny shock, accompanied by small circles being rubbed into your back.
“she caught me at a bad time. i called her later and apologized for my mean words.”
no, you didn’t. you would rather choke. but leo didn’t need to know that.
leo sighs, before covering his face. you can tell that there’s a red flush creeping up his neck and that it’s going to be followed by a heavy set of tears.
“i’m sorry.” he chokes out.
satoru frowns, immediately reaching to hold him snug against his legs in his lap, as you lean your head on satoru’s shoulder. he’s crying into both of your arms softly, the two of you sharing a strained look, before satoru reaches forward and starts wiping his tears.
“hey buddy. just breathe for me, okay?” satoru murmurs, his voice so soft it makes your hair stand up on it’s ends.
“just relax, sweetheart. it’s going to be okay. we…we’re here for you.” you add, giving satoru a look.
satoru understands what it means. there’s no way he’s leaving him tonight.
leo cries for nearly twenty minutes, your matching pair of soothing voices calming him down until his cheeks are flushed pink, eyes swollen from the tears. satoru instinctively leans his temple against yours, giving him a quiet nod before he starts talking.
“i hate my teacher.” leo states.
“what?”
“she never asks people to raise their hands when she asks a question. she-she just picks a random person out of the crowd. and whenever she does that…i hate it. my throat feels so warm and…and i get scared that she’s going to pick on me and i won’t know the answer.”
you reach forward, combing his hair back.
“it’s okay if you get it wrong, honey. you’re still learning.”
leo shakes his head, so aggressively that it catches you off guard.
“no. no, i have to get it right. you don’t get it. ”
you swallow hard.
“she called on me and i didn’t know the answer. and…and she was staring at me but i couldn’t say anything. daddy, i…i swear i was trying to say something but i couldn’t do it. and…and then the kid next to me told me to just answer and i…i got so mad that i punched him. and then he did it back and i got in trouble.” leo mumbles.
satoru hums in response, nodding before he leans down to press a kiss to the top of his head.
“okay, kid. it’s okay to be nervous sometimes when you get called on, especially when you’re not expecting it. but just remember, it doesn’t say anything about you if you get the answer wrong. and it’s okay to feel so stressed out and frustrated by what people say, but let’s find another way to deal with that without punching them, okay?” satoru asks.
“okay.” leo groans, before crossing over his heart twice, the way the two of you had taught him to promise.
satoru lets him jump off his legs, instructing him to go get ready for the shower, as you can’t help but stand up, busying yourself with placing the dirty dishes in the sink. your hands are nearly shaking, the buttered plates slipping out of your hands and crashing into the metallic sink as the tears start flowing, breaths heavy as your vision blurs.
it’s all your fault.
the second leo’s footsteps subside, you can feel satoru at your side, hugging you from behind as he rubs up and down your biceps, only making your crying worse. and this time when his soft, soothing voice is whispering in your ears and not leo’s, all you can do is crumble in his arms.
“that was not your fault.” satoru states.
you sigh.
“isn’t it though? he-he gets that from me.”
satoru places his hands on your shoulders, twisting you around until you’re facing him, his fingers pushing your cheeks up. your watery, pink eyes meet his as he reaches forward to swipe the wetness away and he can tell that one of your worst, most misplaced fears, has come to fruition.
that your son would inherit your self-proclaimed horrible coping mechanisms from you. satoru always found it frustrating when you said that – because he was always of the belief that you were doing the best with what you were given – not that you would ever agree with him.
that you weren’t a misplaced perfectionist, it’s just that your parents asked too much of you. that you weren’t a ball of anxiety crumbling at the threads, you were a master of adapting to what was called of you.
“he does not get that from you. that’s not how it works.” satoru states.
“satoru. that’s exactly how i sounded as a kid. i had to be the best or i was nothing. and when i got anxious, i-i could barely even stand talking to other people sometimes. going to class. and-and it’s even worse. changing his environment all the time doesn’t help. he misses you. and then he probably misses me when he’s with you. and it’s probably so confusing that he doesn’t even know what’s happening and it’s all my fault because i’m a bad mom-”
satoru presses his fingers to your lips, hard.
“you are not a bad mom. leo adores you. i adore you. i wouldn’t want anyone else to be with us other than you.”
you ignore the implication. it’s underlying – that satoru thinks the reason for your separation, almost divorce – is stupid. and maybe there’s even a small part of him that would resent you for it, letting his family get in your head.
that you weren’t the suitable wife for the clan. that you couldn’t be his wife because of it.
you figured it would be better for leo. not having to live with the pressure to live up to their standards. he was already kind of predisposed to that type of thing – that some part of your horrible traits was somehow in his genetics now – and putting him somewhere it could fester into a mess would make it worse.
and you hated it. watching satoru fight with them, tire himself out just to advocate for him, on your behalf. that most days he would be tired, that you were causing strife in their family, and that he had to put them all aside for you.
and if it meant that you had to give up your relationship for both of them to be free of that, that was the price you had to will yourself to pay.
“satoru.”
he reaches forward, fingers resting against the silver chain. his blue eyes are razor focused on the charms.
“i’ll stay with you till leo’s a little better. i agree, i don’t like the idea of him moving around so much when he’s clearly overwhelmed and going through something.”
“yeah?” you whisper.
“are you really shocked that i want to spend time with my son?”
“no! but…you have to live here with me. and he’s mostly at school all the time, you know.”
satoru rolls his eyes, before he leans forward, hands warm on your hips.
“i used to live with you too, you know? i actually enjoyed it too if you can wrap your big head around the thought.”
“shut up. you know that’s not what i meant.”
--
it works well. you can tell that it helps leo – and you too – having satoru around all the time. you wake up later, get started on breakfast a little while satoru tasks himself with getting leo ready for school. you go to bed earlier, only because satoru threatens to destory your laptop if you stay up even a wink past the late hours of the night.
you eat together in the morning, dinner whenever leo’s back from soccer practice. satoru puts some cheesy family movie marathon together on the weekends, and you make them breakfast for dinner on tuesday nights.
it almost works too well.
when leo leaves, satoru always makes sure to brew you a coffee before he runs out for work. you always make him lunch before you leave for your errands. sometimes he joins you at the store. you go to his work dinners with him.
you’re getting too close to the fire. you’re going to get burned again.
you had a history of stories ending sadly. the cautionary tale just never seemed to work when it came to you.
and it comes to a head at the goodbye dinner satoru takes you to for his boss, masamichi. or more appropriately in the car afterwards, as the two of you wait outside nanami’s house for leo to come running out from his play date with yuuji and megumi.
“masamichi was checking you out. one last time, for good measure.” satoru states.
you roll your eyes. satoru had a stupid hunch that his boss, had a thing for you since the first time he started bringing you to his work dinners. you just think he’s paranoid. and obsessive – like a little kid with a toy.
just because he for some reason liked you didn’t mean that everyone else did too.
“satoru. your geriatric and married boss was not checking me out.”
“what does him being married have to do with it? that doesn’t stop people.” satoru states.
you click your tongue in your cheek.
“did you look at other girls while we were married?” you ask, giving him a grin.
“fuck off. no, i did not.”
“and masamichi didn’t either. you’re just trying to find a reason to fight with him.”
“well, he was leering his eyes at my wife. you try staying calm when he does that.” satoru defends.
you scoff.
“grow up, satoru. we’re not married.” you state.
it was hard to establish the boundaries, especially with someone as pushy as satoru. that and the fact that the real semantics of the matter never seemed to work in your favor.
“oh, yeah?” satoru teases.
“yes, satoru.” you deadpan.
satoru reaches for your hand, sending an electric jolt up your arm, before holding your left out in front of him. and before you can protest, he presses a warm kiss to your knuckles, dead center on your ring finger – right above your engagement ring and your wedding band. it’s enough to leave a burning pit in your stomach, cheeks searing from the touch.
“satoru. it’s just because we were out at dinner together.” you murmur.
satoru’s eyes are nearly lidded, the tantalizing look in his eyes nearly making you shuffle in your seat as he leans forward, fingers around the silver chain around your neck. he uses it to pull you forward, noses bumping and lips a few feet apart before he whispers.
“then why are you still wearing this? i know you remember what i said when i gave it to you.”
you do remember.
satoru gifted the necklace to you the day leo was born, after the two of you decided to name him after the constellation. because leo was your star and you were his sun. that by simple rules of elimination, he was going to be the moon and the three of you were going to be together forever.
it was cheesy at the time. even worse when satoru decided to make the entire nursery space themed. but now, it stings. the cosmic connection that the two of you seem to have, almost pulsating with electricity, it stings. burns. it’s agonizing.
“i don’t know, satoru. i can’t separate the moon from the sun and the star.” you murmur.
“so why are you trying so hard to do it right now?” satoru whispers.
you shake your head, trying to pull back, but his grasp on the necklace has him yanking you forward again, your forehead resting against yours as you feel your chest nearly start heaving.
“satoru.”
“why are you trying so hard to get rid of me?” he murmurs.
because it goes the same every time. and you can’t do it a fifth time.
you’ve gotten used to him not calling your phone. gotten used to sleeping alone. and the thought of the sliver of goodness this one moment will give you compared to the weeks, months of hurt that will come to pass after…
it simply wasn’t worth it. and it wasn’t something you could bring yourself to stomach.
and you’re not sure what it is. the cool air coming out of the air vents of the car, the dim green light casting on his soft features, or his alluring voice – why you always abandon the rational thought.
but you lean forward. only to be interrupted by leo smacking his little fist against the window.
“can you open the door? it’s cold out here.” he whines.
the two of you pull apart fast, satoru swallowing hard as he reaches for the lock, and you awkwardly tuck your hair behind your ears. leo climbs into the car as you reach back for one of his hands, shaking one of his, and giving him your peachiest smile.
good timing, leo.
“hi star boy. did you say hi to uncle nanami for me?” you ask.
satoru reverses out of the spot, his cheeks still pink, as he heads out onto the street.
“yes, i did. he says hi back. what were you guys doing in the car?”
“i was checking mommy’s teeth for cavities. she’s been laying it a little heavy on the sweets.” satoru states.
you smack him across the chest.
--
one month after the fact and you realize that it’s gone too far. that leo’s okay now, that he’s been okay for a while, and there’s no reason for you to be sharing a bed, morning breakfast, a life with satoru gojo anymore.
and when leo runs out for the bus, blowing the two of you a big kiss to your spot on the porch, you brace yourself for the impact when satoru follows you back inside, lazily leaning his entire weight on you as he maneuvers you to the coffee machine.
“what are you feeling this morning, sunshine?”
“caramel. and…and that you could maybe go home now?”
it’s enough to wake satoru up. he turns to his side, hands still focused on making your coffee, as he glares at you.
“you have a shit sense of humor.” satoru states.
“i’m serious. leo’s doing well, thankfully. i think he’ll be okay now to go back to how it was before.”
satoru rolls his eyes.
“you don’t know that. for all we know, that was brought on by the fact that he was splitting his time between both of us when we should all be together. changing environments won’t help him, things need to be consistent for his sake.”
“satoru. we…we can’t go on like this.”
satoru frowns, leaving your cup of coffee unattended as it brews, the earthy smell filling your nose as he closes the distance, hands on your cheeks.
“yes, we can.” he whispers.
“satoru.”
“yes, we can.” it’s more adamant this time.
“the problems from before still stand. this-this is almost like a honeymoon period where we don’t have to address that. it…it won’t be like this if we give in.” you state.
“i am more than happy to cuss out my parents here and there for you. for leo. the only standards he has to live up to ours, that much was apparent from the way we’ve spent the last month. and you’re the woman i’ve always wanted. what’s going to be different if you give in?”
“leo. they’re going to press-”
“i’m going to deal with that. they're my beast to handle. do you really think i’d even let them say a word against leo?”
you frown.
“no.” you murmur.
“he’s going to be okay. we’re going to teach him right from wrong, we’re going to help him through whatever it is without pressuring him the same way we did a few weeks ago.”
you sigh, before giving him a nod.
“you don’t have to live here to do that, satoru.”
“i want to live here. with you. you’re my wife. leo’s my son. you’re my family and that’s where i want to be.”
you look up at him, blue eyes beaming into yours. there’s a twinge of hope in his eyes.
“what if it crashes and burns like last time?” you ask.
“all i know is you could either break my heart or bring it back to life. i’m asking you to pick the second one, y/n.”
you shake your head, before wrapping your arms around his neck, murmuring into the softness of his neck. and you look straight at him, at his pale skin, and really contemplate it.
and you wonder if he really is right, that this could bring you back to life.
that just because the previous story ended sadly, doesn’t meant that this one has to as well. that maybe this is what you needed.
maybe the moment’s just right.
“the second. i-i want you now. i’m going to need you forever.” you state.
satoru pulls back, an ear to ear smile when he leans forward – a burning, thrilling, electric kiss being pressed to your lips.
it’s enough to revive you.
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an after school afair
porn w/o plot ★ age gap (reader is a college student and he's a teacher so yeah)★ creampie ★ facefucking, sex in school ★ fem bodied reader ★ oral m/f recieving ★ minors DNI
when you think of things you could be doing after schoo,l what comes to your mind is a nice outing with your friends. maybe some Netflix and chill, and also probably getting stupidly drunk on your stash of gifted wine. Definitely not getting your brains fucked out by your teacher. your teacher who speaks Spanish.
Spanish, what he was murmuring to himself as he pinned you to the wall by the throat, fucking into your cunt with soft groans of, "cariño, te sientes tan bien…" and "demasiado apretada, hermosa, me harás correrme de inmediato," with bits of "maldito infierno!" thrown in.
you'd be lying if you said that his mumbled Spanish didn't drive you crazy.
it's a wonder how you ended up in this position (not really, it was bound to happen). really, all you'd done was to be at the right place at the wrong time; you'd walked in on Mr O'Hara while he was having some alone time.
hands wrapped around his thick, veiny cock. fat tip leaking precum like a broken faucet and all you could think of was to ask why the hell was your teacher jerking off in an empty classroom?? why was he jerking off in an empty classroom when he was supposed to be in class?? except - well - to do what he was doing of course. So in conclusion, you weren't thinking. not with him standing there, first three buttons of his shirt undone, tan skin absolutely flushed with his brown hair sticking to his face.
he'd begged you then, with a tongue like honey, "hermosa," he'd all but groaned, "if you'd help me with this, I'd ever be so grateful. please I'm begging. I cannot teach anything like this."
he's referring to the class you have after this, which, surprise, surprise (or not lol), is taught by him.
he whines at you again and it's so pitiful, you give in. before you know it, you're on your knees and he's fucking your face at a tremendous pace, moaning and groaning above you. you can barely breathe, your jaw is sore, but you ignore your discomfort.
your eyes flicker up to meet his doe brown ones. He clicks his tongue, fingers wrapping themselves up tighter in your hair.
"please don't look at me like that, hermosa–" he cuts himself off with a moan of pleasure and garbled Spanish.
your face is a mess of ruined makeup, tears and saliva, sloppy wet sounds filling the room from you literally gagging on his dick. you want to make him feel good, feel better. you also want this to be done as soon as possible so you can face your presentation. so you hollow out your cheeks as hard as possible.
Miguel hisses with pleasure. "Mierda! Me estás chupando la vida–" another debaucherous moan sending heat pooling in the pit of your belly. your panties are positively drenched. His thrusts into your mouth increase their pace till his hips are basically a blur, gripping the sides of your face with his wide hands to keep your head steady.
Then his thrusts get messy, sloppy, he's moaning above you. a quick glance upwards finds him more dishevelled than he was when you walked in on him. His hair is messier, cheeks redder, sweatier. Eyes half closed in escasy.
you're drinking his appearance in when suddenly, a salty heat is spilled into your throat. he's swearing like a sailor above you, and you think you just had a mini-orgasm.
you try to gulp down as much as his cum as possible, but it's too much, spilling out of your nose. you're basically drowning.
"don't spill a drop. these trousers cost a lot." so he holds you down there for a good few seconds, hips subtly fucking into your mouth. "thats a good girl," he murmurs and finally, he lets you go.
His cock is as hard as ever, if not harder. He gazes at you with a sort of shameful lust, chuckling at the horrified expression plastered on your face.
"lo siento, amor. it just won't go down. I did it a lot of times before you came.
"h-how…?" you manage. you're actually pretty frightened. your jaw is too sore to think of giving him head again, and you highly doubt something that big can fit–
just then the bell rings, signalling the end of your endeavours and the beginning of a lesson.
Miguel wastes no time belting his trousers and slipping on his tie. you stand up too, straightening your skirts, trying to look like someone that didn't just give her teacher head.
the both of you quietly exit the classroom and look for the hall where your class would be held. coincidentally, you had his period, so the walk was awkward.
right before entering the Hall, he shoots you a look that let's you know this isn't over.
the class was alright, your presentation went well. you stumbled a bit at Mr O'Hara's intense gaze but it was okay. you think.
and the class ends, just like that. it was your last of the day, and you just want to go home. you are horny.
but Miguel calls your name just before you walk out the door. "I'd like to have a word." your heart stops cold, heat pooling in your belly. here?
your friends laugh, thinking you're in trouble, wondering why and wishing you good luck, leaving you behind in a hall that suddenly is a bit too cold for comfort.
He tells you to lock the door, so you do, and walk towards his desk timidly.
Standing in front of him and meeting his eyes, you have to consiously will your knees not to buckle. "sir?"
"I hope you realise I'm not done with you." he says and you bite down on the inside of your cheek.
"yes sir." you mummur, wondering what the hells he's got prepared for you.
"right. now. if you understand, you'll spread your legs on this table for me."
you take a pause before answering, cocking your head in profound confusion "...what?"
and that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you end up receiving the best head of your life.
his face is buried in your cunt, lapping and sucking and kissing and probing and groaning as if you're the most delicious thing he's ever had. and probably not - you've had Spanish cuisine before. so you don't get what the hype for pussy was about.
Miguel, however, does. "you taste so good. so fucking good for me, yeah?" his tongue suddenly worms its way into you, eliciting a yelp from you and you rake your fingers through his hair, messing it up.
His cock throbs as he feels into you with his fingers, your wetness coating them entirely. he wonders how good you'll feel around his cock.
you don't think you've ever had head this good before… your previous boyfriend couldn't even hold a matchstick to this man who sucks on your clit so diligently, making you almost scream. who slides his fingers into you as he does so, curling them within you exquisitely, making you see stars.
and all too soon, a vaguely familiar hotness coils within you, making you pant and gasp and all but moan his name. Miguel seems to take that as encouragement, nips and sucks growing more enthusiastic and fervent.
the heat feels too good, you realise suddenly, and the coil in your tummy seems to have stretched itself taut. something's coming.
but it's you, cumming into his mouth and around his fingers, hands gripping his hair tight as you scream his name loudly into the empty hall. Through this, Miguel doesn't stop, and you cry out, begging him to.
" 'm too sensitive! please stoppp – ahhh-!" you whisper hoarsely. Miguel sends you an upwards glance and you absently realise you're the one with legs wrapped around his neck, fingers buried in his hair to hold him closer.
that doesn't matter though, because you're sent from one orgasm to another, spasming and shaking, letting out a sharp shout. it seems to last forever, and as the last spams wreck your body, you look up to find Miguel looking at you with heated eyes.
"Cariño, I beg," he murmurs, lips hovering over yours. "please let me fuck you." he captures your mouth in a kiss, tongue probing your lips till you let him in. it's deep and intense and could certainly spiral you into another orgasm. but he pulls away and you shudder a gasp. "please," he repeats again. and who are you to deny? he hurriedly unbelts his trousers, unbuttons them, and you remember the thing which entered your mouth earlier in the day and panic mildly. but it's fine… right?
you wince as he pushes the tip into you. it's hurts a bit and it's bigger than anything you've had inside you… ever. he goes even further into you and it feels like you're losing your virginity all over again. his dick is thick - enough to send any poor soul it encounters to hell or heaven. you're not sure which you want to be visiting that evening.
Miguel hisses at your tight warmth, as he pushes himself further and further into you until at last, he bottoms out. he notices your pained expression and nods." I'll… be- gentle," he promises through gritted teeth. his eyes look heavy, cheeks stained with red.
you decide you don't want that. wherever you're taken is where you'll go. so you shake your head "don't be." you murmur.
you feel his cock throb inside you and he hisses. "Mierda, me volveré loco así."
now, you have no idea what he just said, but that was hot. Miguel starts with an experimental thrust, which then increases in pace until he's fucking you so hard, the table rattles. you emit a throaty moan with each thrust, fingers gripping his hard shoulders.
what was once pain turns to a bloom of overwhelming pleasure and you fight your voice getting too loud.
"you like that?" Miguel murmurs against your skin.
"fuck please– ah! So muuuuchhh–" you sob, tears leaking from your eyes as they roll back in your head from the pleasure.
"absolutely dripping around me aren't you? te sientes tan bien así"
again, the Spanish. you don't know how or why bilingual men are so hot. maybe its just Miguel, how the words rolled around his tongue, dripping off them like honey. oh, you don't know. you just know it makes your cunt a little wetter, makes it flutter around his cock.
Miguel hisses at this, biting down into your shoulder. "gonna make me cum like that, doll." his hips pick up the pace, fucking into you with a speed you had no idea was possible. the table creaks in distress. "you want it?"
it takes you a moment to register what he's talking about. "mm– mmhm"
"words, doll. use em. dónde lo quieres, baby, where do you want it?" his voice is strained, breathing laboured. you can tell he's close. you too. so are you. so, so fucking close you can't-
"inside… please do it inside, I–" there you go. the orgasm absolutely tore you apart. a sob is wrenched from your throat as your toes curl, back arches, and you cum all over his cock, squeezing it like a vice.
Miguel, quite frankly is a goner, can't even form words anymore. he just grunts into your ear and holds you in place, as he spurts inside you. the warmth is alarming to say the least. not in a bad way. rather, it sends you skittering off the edge once more.
you bite your tongue so hard it bleeds as you cum and Miguel groans and kisses you as he fucks you though both his orgasm and yours. "take it baby… good girl. mi buena chica"
eventually, you both come down from your highs, panting and sticky with sweat and, (for you) stuffed. his cum drips down your thighs as you attempt to stand up. (a weak attempt, your knees give out.)
"you can still go for more, right?" Miguel whispers against your neck. you feel his cock throb against your tummy, and you're not thinking anymore. fuck, you need him.
"mmmh…"
#miguel ohara smut#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel x reader#atsv miguel#fanfic
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Kind of nsfw
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Omegaverse
Doma watched as (name) rested, body exhausted after basically an entire week of nonstop fucking as he underwent the transition of human to demon and it was marvelous to see the process.
His sweet mate smelt oh so wonderfully of pregnancy and Doma, the Alpha pleased that he now could have his sweet little dolly to himself forevermore and oh feeding him! Oh that would be wonderful to do together!
Omegas typically didn't do well with the transition and with this knowledge Doma kept a very close eye on his mate, he couldn't lose another love.
He refused.
"Muzan is curious about the pups, I am too..." Doma said dreamily as he pet his beloved omegas hair "I hope they have your eyes..."
(Name) slept for days, the Omega grunting slightly as he awoke to find himself snuggled into Domas chest and looked up to see his beloved's sweet smile and pastel eyes.
"Hello pretty omega~"
"Alpha?" (Name) mumbled, wincing as be suddenly could hear e v e r y t h i n g.
He covered his ears as the sound of heartbeats and blood streams, it was all so much for him "oh my little Omega, is it stressful?" Doma cooed out, voice echoing through the omegas head as he weakly nodded and whined as Doma removed his hands from his ears only to replace it with his own the chill of his hands and the pressure muting out any sounds. Doma watched (name) visibly relax in his hold, opening his eyes once more and Doma was almost in awe at the color, it was still his beautiful (color) eyes but... More vibrant and ethereal.
Doma never wanted to look away.
"So pretty...we get to be together now darling" Domas voice was muffled as (name) snuggled into his hands "pup...?"
"They're fine darling, all is good" Doma said softly and moved to kiss his little mate, a possessive nature to it because now his mate could never leave him and with pups they could be a big happy family!
(Name) was the first Omega they changed and if he could give birth to pups while a demon, Muzan and Doma were curious of the pups abilities.
Would the parents blood art transfer to the pup? Would it be stronger?
Not to mention (name) was impregnated while human, what would the pup come out now that he was a demon?
Doma was fascinated by these possibilities.
Eventually (name) calmed down and Doma slowly released his hands "shhh, don't worry my petal... You will get used to the sounds" Doma said softly as (name) focused on his voice "starving..."
"I have something for you beloved" Doma then left (name) for a bit, returning with chopped up human flesh and blood "later we can try you on a fresh kill"
As a human this would have horrified (name) but now... It looked so good, the thought of killing and devouring a person...was appealing.
"You like that idea baby? Killing with your alpha?" Doma said teasingly into his ear as he held a chopstick of flesh to (name)s lips and he couldn't resist it as he took it into his mouth, moaning a bit and Doma took a bite of food himself before feeding his mate once more, finding a weird pleasure from feeding the other, knowing he was most definitely starving.
Thankfully he didn't go feral during the transformation as many demons do.
Did not need that in the middle of the compound.
(Name) devoured his meal, sustained for now.
"I wonder what you will get..." Doma said absentmindedly, rubbing (name)s belly as they snuggled in (name)s nest, only the finest fabrics scented by Doma were allowed in there and a few of Domas clothing that the Omega stole from the Alpha "who knows you might become stronger than me darling" Doma said knowing even if that were to happen it wasn't like (name) would ever leave the private rooms that no one were to enter but Doma and Doma alone.
He would kill anyone who did.
Weeks had passed, Doma introducing (name) to devouring fresh kills though Doma mainly did the killing as he didn't want his Omega to dirty himself to much and he noticed even for a new demon (name) was much hungrier than the usual, must be a pregnancy thing.
Something Doma enjoyed was that sex lasted much much longer now that both parties had unlimited stamina, the two constantly going at it like rabbits.
Months had passed and (name) was very round and rarely left his nest, often flickering from feral to coherent much to Domas curiousity and delight. Doma always had an obsession with (name)s chest, often biting and licking the others nipples but now they were filled with milk for their pup and God did it do things to the blond.
They were barely an A cup but that didn't stop Doma from squeezing and licking them as (name) clung to him helplessly "Doma~ it's for the pup!" He cried out but the other payed him no mind as he greedily ate his meal, moving down his hands to rub the others belly with his icy hands "so yummy" he practically moaned but halted all movements when be felt a strong kick from his mates belly and the sound of (name) yelping "what was that?" He asked wide eyed "pup kicked..."
Amazed Doma moved to his mates stomach completely and felt around and when another kick came he let out a giddy laugh and (name) smiled at the sight, Doma looked so happy that his pup kicked where he placed his hands and watched the two interact.
After this Doma became extremely protective, (name) thinking the realization kicked in and now he wasn't going to let (name) be unprotected for a moment.
Doma constantly scented (name) especially if he needed to leave and if he had time gave (name) a good fuck before he left.
He had left for a meeting, (name) despite being a demon and never needing sleep felt drained because of the pregnancy and slept often, earlier into the pregnancy he felt full of life but now he just wanted to sleep.
So he did, whenever the opportunity came.
Doma fed (name) constantly, bringing victims from outside the compound for his mate (he didn't want to deal with his followers wondering where people are vanishing to because of his mates hunger) so he should have expected the others blood art to develop eventually.
He wasn't expecting it to be this.
Flowers and vines were everywhere, his nest covered by vines and affectively hiding him from the world and the room smelt fragrant and noted the different types of flowers..."if he can make flowers, could baby make the spider lily?" Doma was very invested now.
Walking to the nest he moved some of the vines to see his beloved sleeping away, Muzan said something about the possibilities of the pup transforming into a demon when (name) transformed, explaining why he was so tired as the pup was taking a lot of energy from him.
'Poor little thing' Doma mused mentally as he pulled the other close 'though at the rate we mate, he might always be tired...'
It was when they were eating when his water broke, Doma had brought him a fresh kill and fed (name) happily as he sat in his lap "(name)... Did you somehow pee on me?" Doma asked seriously and when he saw (name) contort in pain he realized what was happening.
This was (name)s first time meeting Muzan, the Alpha treating the Omega like a science project but being mindful that the other is flickering in and out of being feral because even Muzan new to never fuck with a feral Omega especially with the abilities of a demon.
Six grueling hours it took when the pup was born and it was very obvious who the father was by the eyes alone, tiny claws and pitiful cries "my pup..." (Name) mumbled and Muzan handed the other the tiny baby who wasted zero time latching onto (name)s chest "you remember your part of the deal Doma?"
"Yessir!" Doma said cheerfully and (name) looked confused "what...?"
"Don't worry my sweet, were just going to keep close tabs on our little pup" Doma said smoothly, it was a half lie honestly because yes they were monitoring the tyke but they also wanted to do some tests but both men knew not to tell (name) this.
It was easier.
When Doma presented (name) with bloodied flesh he wasn't expecting his pup to look so interested in it, the little demon able to keep his head up unlike human pups and sniffed his little nose much to everyones interest as Muzan collected some blood from a spoon he kept in his medical bag and presented it to the pup who wasted zero time trying to get it in his mouth and looked very interested for more "well at least we have options..." (Name) mumbled but the two alphas were more curious on how this would affect the babes possible blood arts.
(Sons name) eventually settled down and began feeding from (name), neither alpha caring as the others chest was exposed while they spoke about the possible developments.
Eventually Muzan left the small pack to attend to other things, having what he needed for now and would return when there's new developments.
Doma watched his family with a look of possession, their pup a perfect blend of the two and as Doma hoped he had (name)s eyes.
Moving close he began scenting his mate and pup and watched (name) quickly get his energy back now that he didn't have something actively drain it.
Doma quickly learned how protective (name) was of his pup, not wanting to leave him alone for a second without almost going feral so Doma didn't bother stopping this behaviour and when Muzan would do check ups Doma would simply restrain his mate so the other could check the pup.
The pup would never know more than the walls of their families living quarters, the cult completely devoted to the three and seeing the tiny pup as a Demi god of sorts.
He would keep his family safe at all costs.
#demon Slayer x male reader#demon slayer x reader#kimetsu no yaiba#Kimetsu no Yaiba x male reader#doma x male reader#doma x reader#douma x male reader#douma x reader
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Spoilers for Dark Heir below:
(Anharion, James, the Colllar)
I don't know if I enjoy the "actually Anharion was fine with the Collar" theory. I completely can see parts of it that are appealing. Sarcean being misunderstood isn't an impossible stretch, in fact it has many angles that can be explored in that direction. It's compelling in its own way. The Sun King is very suspicious, it's unknown as of now how the Lady defeated Sarcean, it is implied Sarcean was treated differently based on his powers. But I would much rather have an actually-still -pretty-evil Sarcean and brainwashed Anharion because the tension of Will's character is wanting what Sarcean had but fighting against his destiny and his past self. If Sarcean was just a chill misunderstood guy, it will deflate the conflict by a lot. Not impossible to spin, but definitely requires a reframing that still maintains the spirit of the story. I would much rather the story be about how the established institutions pushed Sarcean into becoming what he was, but what he did was still horrendous. And Anharion/James is a strong struggle point for Will. Will cares so much about fighting against what the Dark King wants because he views what happened to the people around Sarcean, especially Anharion, as horrifying.
Also, I understand that James's POV was pretty ambiguous as to how influenced he was, but I still think it definitely could be read as James being controlled by the Collar.
"He knew what Sinclair was thinking. It should be working. And it was. It was working. Just not in the way Sinclair thought."
"He could feel the craving he had to serve, to give himself over"
"The Collar had only ever had one master. A jealous master, who would never allow his possession to belong to another."
- Quotes from Chapter 47, Dark Heir
These quotes I think do pretty clearly show that a) the Collar works and b) it's compelling him to serve, not just to give him dark power.
The main stickler for me is when Will finds out that James has been collared. Will asks if James is just saying what he wants to hear, and Anharion/James affirms it. Anharion/James seems to be seeing Will fully as Sarcean reborn, with Sarcean's wants and desires. Anharion/James literally repeats word for word what Will wants him to say. I think contextually it's hard to imagine that Anharion/James is in control of hinself at all.
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So my latest idea for deancas in the winchesters tv show (a tv show that I have not watched [... yet???]) is roughly something like this:
ok, Dean and Jack and Bobby get back to Heaven, and Dean goes into the Roadhouse this time. It's a little party. You can tell that Dean is still melancholy. And then he sees Cas again. Cas is kind of nervous. But Dean just melts when he sees him, and also manages to look somehow sadder. And he hugs him tight for a long time. And Cas relaxes too. But they're still in the Roadhouse surrounded by people, so they don't talk, and Dean gets pulled back into the celebrations.
But later, it's night, and Dean steps out back of the Roadhouse, into the field. Cas is there, looking up at the sky, hands in his pockets. Dean comes and stands next to him.
Their conversation starts out much the same way as in Full of Grace, with Dean being like:
"I missed you."
"I missed you too. Though I was hoping you'd take longer to get here."
Dean scoffs and shakes his head. "I tried, y'know. To be the guy you gave that speech to."
Cas turns to face him fully. "You are that guy."
"Cas..." Dean's gaze seaches Cas' face as he searches for what to say.
Then:
Dean focuses and asks softly, "What do you want?"
"Dean?"
"Tell me. You said the one thing you want is something you can't have. So tell me."
Cas fumbles for the right words for a beat, just the thought of what he wants alone starting to make him emotional. Finally he says with a sad smile, "To have a life with you."
And the irony is not lost on Dean. He takes a breath that's thick with tears, clearly thinking about might-have-beens. His gaze drops from Cas' eyes to his mouth, and he says with a soft desperation, "Then let's get out of here. Let's live."
Cas balks. "I can't."
"Since when do you care about rules?"
Cas just looks at him imploringly.
But Dean is already getting worked up at the idea. "Come on, what's one more time? It'll be just 30, 40 years, that's nothing." He grips Cas's arm. "But we can... you can have anything." His eyes are bright with a hungry kind of hope. "I want... I wanna give you anything."
And Cas is clearly getting reeled in. He's staring at Dean like he wants to kiss him.
"He doesn't mean it, you know."
Cas and Dean turn towards the new voice.
"Jack?" Cas says.
"He's telling you what you want to hear, so you'll do what he wants," Jack says with a kindness tipping towards pity.
"What the hell?" Dean says.
Jack turns to him, matter of factly, "Am I wrong?"
"Of course you're fucking wrong. The hell is wrong with you?"
Jack shakes his head sadly. "What's wrong with you? You have heaven, Dean." He tilts his head and narrows his eyes. "There is something wrong with you, isn't there?" he says like he's seeing it for the first time.
Dean hardens. "Then kick me outta heaven. Go on!"
"... where's Jack?" says Cas, who hasn't stopped staring at Jack the whole time.
Jack turns to him, confused.
So Cas repeats himself, firmly but slowly, "Where is Jack?"
A horrified look comes over Dean's face.
Not-Jack smiles. "He's with me. Don't worry, he's safe." It's not reassuring.
And anyways, the upshot of the following dialogue would be that Chuck didn't win. Chuck has to live out his miserable existence on earth. But God did win. Because Chuck was just a guy that God was possessing. But the way God possesses someone, they start to lose sense of themselves, and parts of their personality start to find expression in God. Chuck was petty and squirrely. Jack will be a different kind of God. But the whole thing is unsettling and chilling.
I'm not sure how I would have things escalate, but they do. Of course Cas wants God to leave Jack alone, maybe he even offers himself as a vessel but God refuses. Idk, more stuff is said, it ends with God giving them a clear and definite threat about not screwing shit up anymore.
Then he disappears.
Dean and Cas are both striken. They talk. "What do we do?" - "What can we do?" etc. etc. I haven't thought about this part in depth, but some sort of plan is made.
Dean caps off the conversation with "We've got work to do"
They head towards the impala. Then,
"Dean?"
Dean turns towards Cas.
"Did you mean it?"
Dean doesn't answer at first.
"It's okay if you didn't," Cas says. And he's sincere. He's got bigger things to be upset about now, after all. "I'd understand."
Dean gets a hard look. He moves towards Cas, grabs him by the lapels, and pulls him close, and when they're close enough to kiss, Dean says,
"We're gonna kill god. And then I'm gonna show you how much I meant it."
End scene. And then I guess Dean and Cas just pop up in the background of the main plot here and there as they chase god through the multi-verse
#spn#destiel#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#deancas#not actually fanfic#this also feels like a variation on Godot ain't got nothin' on me and my baby#and the 'run away with me' speech at the end of Ignite Your Bones#what can i say i have a handful of ideas that i am wed to
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Mc watches Horror Movies but this time the Dateables(&Luke) are the Victims
Diavolo:
says he isn´t scared at all when he really is scared and it´s really easy to tell because every time he isn´t scared he just laughs along the movies
and when he is scared he either tries to hide behind you or under the blanket, Diavolo is even a bit impressed that a Human isn´t scared by Demon Horror Movies from what he heard most Humans would start crying as soon as they found the first victim
Mc just keeps surprising him in the funniest of ways and in this moment he decided to show you the worst movies the Devildom has to offer
yeah uh needless to say it was a bit to much and the Devildom is on fire
Barbatos:
Horror Buddies :D
unlike Diavolo he will carefully walk the fine line between enjoyable Horror and unable to sleep for years
he also watches parody Horror movies with you when you bring them, he´s also interested in how good the Human world movies are who are actual Horror
they will never even get close to scaring him, which to be fair is incredibly difficult even for the most horrifying and disgusting Devildom Movies
I mean he works for the future King so of course he has to stomach a lot of horrible and unpleasant sights :)
but if you ever get scared he will hold you close to him\^^/
Solomon:
Horror Buddies part 2 :D
he´s definitely desensitized towards Human world Horror movies, but he still like to watch them for nostalgias sake
and so he can hopefully scare you into cuddling him, it never works but it doesn´t stop him from trying
actually the last time he tried that you stabbed him out of paranoia and he still didn´t learn from his mistakes
Asmo also invites himself to your movie nights because in his words “he can´t resist his favorite Humans when they are together”
but he´s the first one to get scared and cling onto either of, if Solomon cooked that day Asmo will always cling to you
but if all of you are just watching movies to have fun and not scar the other for life it´s pretty nice and chill
Simeon:
he will happily watch Human world Horror movies with you but he will not watch Devildom ones
he knows they give you Nightmares and no your puppy eyes won´t work on him
he acts like he´s somebodies dad
and considering he is kinda raising Luke it wouldn´t be to far from the truth
but back to the main topic he hates the night light and you keep kicking him in your sleep so no Devildom Horror for you
but also the reason he hates the night light is because it keeps him up because it looks so cool
but if you want to stay awake both of you could watch one of Luke´s movies or you can do a puzzle together
Luke:
Simeon will hunt you down for giving Luke nightmares
you knew he doesn´t do well with Horror Movies and you still went through with it
but to be fair you tried to pick out the least scary one you could think of (it wasn´t even Horror it was a Parody Movie!) and told Luke if he get´s scared he can just turn it of
but no like a true Child he thought he´s an adult and can handle one scary movie
maybe that should have been a sign for you to stop but to be fair everybody is always smarter in hindsight
anyways maybe should find somewhere far away to hide from Simeon
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me imagines#obey me headcanons#obey me!#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me solomon#obey me simeon
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An Unconventional Way to Get a Cat - Part 1
Summary: It turns out, Danny's bough of nausea after the portal accident was not just the stomach bug going around school. This must be the most horrifying, disgusting way to find himself a new pet owner.
(Now with a part 2 and part 3!)
Word Count: 1,123
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For @wastefulreverie and @silentambiance
Based on wastefulreverie's prompt: Portal AU. Instead of gaining powers in the accident, the portal is fused inside Danny, making him the gateway between worlds and leaving him with the unfortunate ordeal of vomiting up ghosts. Maybe someone catches him in the act.
And Chaotic_french_fries's prompt: danny gets a ghost cat
Not me going way to hard on the body horror. 🫣 Definitely not projecting the last time I got a stomach bug and making all of you feel my pain. I hate throwing up so much. 🤢
Seriously though, despite the kitschy summary and title, I did go really hard with the body horror and angst so be warned.
The nausea wouldn’t stop. One moment, Danny had been standing in his parents’ portal, pain searing up his arm and his world flooded with green. The next, he was laying on the floor in the empty tunnel, head throbbing and insides full of a jiggly unease. And the nausea would not go away.
It followed him up the stairs and into his room. With shaking hands, he clawed off the slightly singed hazmat and collapsed onto his bed. His stomach twisted, the unease growing into a chill sick feeling.
He groaned. “What… what’s happening? “
His insides lurched, the taste of bile rising on his tongue. Unfamiliar coldness seemed to quiver in his belly. The feeling radiated up…. Like he was going to hurl.
“No. No.” He pinched his eyes closed, shivering at the thought of throwing up. “Stop.”
The boy panted, trying to force the nausea down. A few breaths through his nose. He rubbed his aching, bloated middle, as if he could coax his stomach to behave. Miraculously, the nausea settled.
Body, at least temporarily, no longer betraying him, Danny stumbled up. He wobbled to the bathroom and clambered through drawers for the Pepto.
“Come on, where… There.” Hissed through his teeth.
He grabbed the bottle, twisted the cap, and poured a generous dose-cup full. The chalky medicine went down thick and viscous, coating his throat.
There. Maybe that would stave the sickness off. Another flip below his ribs and he shivered violently. Please, let it help. Please.
Danny made his way back to his room. And the nausea followed him back to bed. There, under the surface, it lingered. But… slowly, it ebbed.
He was so tired. His eyes drooped, his mind fuzzy. Really, he should be more worried…. Maybe he should tell Jazz… or his parents…
The nausea followed him into his dreams. Dark and murky. Icy coldness twisting, branching fingers invading his veins. Neon green behind his eyes. Rotten limes and pennies on his tongue.
His insides in revolt, at the edge of retching, had Danny jolting out of bed. He ran for the bathroom.
Below his ribs, the cold writhed violently. Tendrils stabbed to his lungs, his intestines, up his throat.
A surge of panic. What was-
Another wave and Danny heaved, bent over. Arms scrambling for stability. The toilet… his hands brace on the back.
His knees wobbled, waves of sickness, of wrongness clawing from his stomach, up his throat. He panted, trying to keep whatever was inside him in.
This was… something was wrong.
A feeling like choking, his breath caught. His mouth opened without his permission and he was vomiting.
Wet, slimy chunks poured out, filling his mouth, his nose. The taste-smell of acid, pennies, rotten citrus, all consuming
Another retch. Something cold and thick… too thick dribbled past his lips. Long lines trailed into the toilet. Despite his revulsion, Danny couldn’t help but look.
His eyes widened with fear. In the bowl… his throw-up was a sick, neon green. And it was glowing.
His stomach spasmed again and the green slithered up. It ran down his chin, dripped his nose. It coated the inside of his throat, thick and clogging.
He doubled over, curling in on himself. The coldness swirled, deeper, larger, more intense. Another great heave. There was growing pressure in his stomach. Not just sickening green surging to exit but… something else. Something far too big for his esophagus.
The ice stabbed, claws in his stomach. Green light sparked behind his eyes.
“Ah-” Danny tried to scream but the sound choked.
Something… something was in his throat. Not disgusting green goo. But-
He wheezed, the terrible, impossible thing clawing farther. This couldn’t be happening. But… His lungs spasmed uselessly. He couldn’t… couldn’t breathe.
Green light, so like the portal, swelled, a sickening film coating his eyes. Thick, cold gel dripped from his mouth. Another jolt. Something big, too big for his throat, pushed up. His heart pounded, the fluttering wing beats of a trapped bird.
Something was in his throat. And… His mind swam, light headed and panicked. Something was in his throat, inching forward. He couldn’t breathe…
The terrible nausea lashed out again. Icy pain seared his neck, his head, his jaw. It was inching forward, cutting off his airway. And too much. Too much. Too big. This was impossible-
The hateful green floor blurred. Danny’s knees collapsed.
His mind clawing for sense…. The thing was too big. It couldn’t… but it was. And His jaw would crack. His neck would break. His head would shatter. He was going to die.
The green light blinded. And Danny knew no more.
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“Mrow.”
A sound perforating Danny’s darkness. Far away, he couldn’t make sense….
“Mrow.” A pathetic mewling. A quiet rumble, somewhere close? Where…?
Groaning, Danny fought his way back to consciousness. Where was he?... His head pressed against something cold and hard. Acid and moldy lemons assaulted his nostrils.
He flinched, jolting away and blinking.
For several long seconds, his mind spun, eyes trailing over the scene. The bathroom… he was in the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet. A sour smell filled his nose. Throw-up…. Did he get that stomach bug that was going around school? But….
He blinked, staring at the bowl’s contents. Instead of the expected watery yellow-green chunks… it was thick and green and glowing. He didn’t understand. This was impossible. But…
Glowing green… like the ectoplasm in his parents’ lab. His stomach twisted, not with a sick feeling but cold dread.
In the tunnel, his world overcome with green light. That same light… blurring the floor, filling the bathroom.
He’d… he’d thrown up ectoplasm. And not just that…
“Meow.” An insistent noise cut through his thoughts.
His head snapped to the source. His eyes widened.
A fluffy animal, long tailed and four pawed, sat at his side. It rumbled softly. The sound that had cut through the blackness….
“A… cat?”
The cat blinked up at him, ears as perked and eyes as wide as any other he’d seen but…
“You’re green… and glowing?”
The animal let out another mrow. It lowered its head, bumbling furry noggin against Danny’s thigh. Chill radiated from the contact, sinking into his skin.
Slowly, suspiciously, his eyes trailed back to the toilet. To the thick, luminous contents. Ectoplasm, which he’d just throw up.
The cat head-butted his leg again, before sitting down crossly. “Meow!”
“No way.”
A green paw batted at his legs, the same shade of green as the ectoplasm…Something cold clawing at his insides, something too big his throat struggling to escape. “No way.” It was impossible. But….
The cat looked innocently up at him, as if his world wasn’t shattering.
“Did I just… throw up a cat?”
That's it for now. I am planning another part which will be much more light-hearted, including kitty shenanigans. And maybe someone finding out about Danny's predicament. 👀
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🤖And Secrets Untold🗝️
A little written-only Android!AU update before the next (and last) art post for the AU💕✨ Hope you enjoyyy
(Previous~)
Some tags; some mild robot gore, murder/murder scene descriptions
Grimmjow didn’t elaborate further after that. In fact, Grimmjow didn’t speak much at all anymore after the memory core lit up in place and flooded the android with the knowledge of a synthetic life lived.
He brooded. Glared at Ichigo when he tried to press further, answered with scoffs and rolls of his eyes when he asked about Professor Jaegerjaquez. It’s definitely not how he expected things to go when he had the idea to search for Grimmjow’s memories in hopes he’d know where to find the genius who created him.
So much for a victory.
“I’m doing this so I can repair you—“ Ichigo huffs out after one more scoff from the droid, his pliers clanking on the table, irritated. “He’s dead, fine, but maybe you can remember who he worked with? If he had a partner then—“
“He worked alone.”
Ichigo’s almost startled when, finally, there’s an actual response from him; “right… well, then… maybe you watched him work? With your kind of memory… anything he may have told you about you is stored somewhere-“
“He told me nothing.”
Grimmjow sure knew how to extinguish any sort of attempt at hope like ice cold water.
“All the old man did was drink and regret ever making me.” It’s the quiet harshness behind his voice, the subtle hue of pain, that once more trouble Ichigo; real enough that they tinge his heart with sorrow for the half-functioning android on his worktable. “Guess he was as disturbed by how not human I am as you are.”
No. No, that’s not it. He’s not disturbed by his ‘lack of humanity’, the contrary, in fact. Terrified that anything this human can exist outside human flesh; so much so that his existance within this room doesn’t fill his home with the empty chill that the mountains of appliances and other androids he’s paid to repair give him.
He’s terrified— because that means either he’s truly lost his sanity to this cold hellhole he calls a home, or what he knows about reality is about to be re-written by an android that should not be possible by nature’s rules. And it’s just now becoming more and more abundantly clear that he’s still, at least, more or less sane; the revelation that Grimmjow’s been quietly attempting to figure out Ichigo’s perception of him, only make his cold white plates and metal bones feel as human as his own.
“Grimm, I don’t— you are-“
“My name code is Grimmjow.”
“Grimmjow, I don’t... feel disturbed by you.” And Ichigo stutters when the android raises an accusatory brow, “n-not the way you think. I don’t know what the fuck was going on through Professor Jaegerjaquez’ mind when he created you — alright? — what I know is… there are no androids like you. You are… more real than anything I ever thought was possible from an android; if he expected anything more than you already are… the guy might as well have wanted to become a god, and he might have already grazed divinity as is.”
Grimmjow’s quiet pondering, and his eyes practically scanning Ichigo’s face bring sudden heat to his face. He’s not sure what exactly he just called the android, but he’s pretty sure it’s something near worship. The android’s eyes close finally, and almost sags in his place, “you’re more of a loser than I thought.”
Eh?
“Hah??” Is the lone indignant sound Ichigo gets out his chest, “I was trying to— you know what, fuck you!”
The small, shit eating grin that curls Grimmjow’s white lips is just as mocking and rude as all he’s ever been since he brought him here; and yet… Ichigo’s never been more entranced by a smile before...
“I said: I can tell you where he worked.” Grimmjow’s tiny brows twitch with annoyance, and Ichigo’s horrified by how welcome Grimmjow’s nasty attitude is in comparison to the quiet brood of before. Clearly, he got lost for a second too long in the implications of a grin for the android’s taste.
“I never left the facility, but I know the coordinates.”
The place Grimmjow’s coordinates point to is not far from where he found him, unsurprisingly; deep in the abandoned foundations of the city where people used to live before that too became unlivable for anyone not filthy rich.
Figuring out which building exactly is the one professor Jaegerjaquez hid out in to do his work, is a challenge in itself. It took him days of going back and forth between buildings with crusty tinted windows, of peeking in cracks of doors jabbed in place by layers of crust and abandoned crap. He finally knew he was in the right place when he peeked inside one last crashed window and saw messy footprints followed by a heavy path towards towards him rubbed off the dust on the floor. He hoped whoever did this, because it was clear now that Professor Jaegerjaquez didn’t die without help, had the decency to take the body with them.
His boots hit the floor with a choking cloud of dust rising around him; Ichigo patted down the bits of broken glass that came off with him when he sneaked inside and tried not to cough the dirt off his lungs too loudly. He lit his work glasses on and pulled out a supporting flashlight to guide him inside, following the tracks left on the dusty ground.
It seems simple enough. Walks in to the rest of the building, past the lonely apartment he came in through, and into another that looks less lonely than the whole structure itself. But the tracks stop here; not enough dust to reveal much of anything.
The place is a mess of papers and empty bottles of cheap alcohol, flies buzzing off dirty dishes that not even the automated washer in the kitchen could ever deal with. It takes everything in him not to gag upon the first breath. The man was… clearly unstable. Grimmjow’s short words in his regard were pretty accurate.
But he wasn’t here trying to solve anyone’s murder, not here to try and understand the madness, but rather what it created, and this.. doesn’t look anything like what he’d expected to find.
Ichigo flashes his light in every direction, to the sweaty, alcohol stained couch and the fly ridden tubs of take-out, to the likely just as dirty bathroom and the crack in the door to what he supposes was the man’s bedroom.
There’s just as much crap littering the room, except, for once, it’s not simply trash and scraps of food. It’s… printed pictures, the type not many people keep anymore these days; dimly lit faces covering the floor and the bed and, upon opening the door, the blood chills in his bones as walls scribbled dark meet his view.
Guilt written with trembling, disturbed, hands scratched on the walls; countless different renditions of “I am sorry” haunting the room, he’s almost afraid to shine a light, but curiosity has him doing just so. Leaning in more to look at the pictures on the bed and realizing, with horrified certainty, that the face repeated on every picture is the same he’s been looking at these past weeks. Different places, stages of life, ones where he is taking the picture himself and ones where someone is taking it for him. There's a healthy tint to his youthful skin instead of clinical white, but they’re all those same blue eyes, same strong jaw and high cheekbones, same blue hair too in the most recent-looking pictures.
What the fuck. What the fuck.
A million horrible ideas running through his head make him stumble back a few steps, like he’d run out the room any second and forget everything about the android and this fucked up place. And he might just, until his stumbling lets him see the disturbed pictures behind the other side of the bed; like the dust in the other apartment, shoved out of it’s deranged, but meticulous, order by something dragged heavily out of— the wall?
His hands fumble with the pictures still blanketing the floor, shoving them this way and that until the dimmest of lights shines through the line where the wall meets the floor; he scratches and nudges at the edge with gloved hands until it catches on and more of that light cracks into the room.
Inside is a mess of equipment, screens and computers crashed on the floor, metallic scratches on furniture toppled over by something with enough strength, or weight, to put clear dents on them too. It’s a violent scene only highlighted by crusted black marks smeared on the floor and dragged all the way to the hidden panel door behind him.
He feels guilty when his brain sighs a calming: ‘at least there’s no body’.
Ichigo spends a ridiculous amount of time shuffling through broken pieces of metal, attempting to find what little salvageable from the computers’ hard drives, if at all; checking every corner for anything worth something.
There’s not that much hope in his scavenging, nothing stands out to him between all the broken pieces except that there’s nothing near close to what he pulled out of Grimmjow. Not the organ looking pieces of machinery, not the the gut-like cabling or the meat-gel… he’s missing something.
Oh, this man was clever. He clearly wasn’t always deranged and guilt-ridden, he didn’t build Grimmjow at the same time as he was praying to the walls for forgiveness; that came later. The man that worked on Grimmjow’s composition chose too this location and built this hidden laboratory by himself. That man is probably still hiding things. Things that whatever thugs dragged his lifeless body and his creation out of here definitely didn’t find and trash as the rest of these useless piles of junk.
Ichigo turns to the nearest empty wall and begins patting all about the panels of it, pressing and scratching at the seams like he did on the door; pushes an empty rack that’s standing on his way and continues to search the walls. He probably looks insane, and, honestly, for once he’s not worried he’s gone mad; he hasn’t felt this alive in years.
With a satisfactory click, a panel in the wall finally gives, and from the narrow door pulls a quiet android body, laying flat and dead like this is a mortuary drawer.
He’s almost afraid to touch, wondering if this thing will be just as alive as Grimmjow is. Except… the face is all wrong, flat and robotic. nothing like Grimmjow’s tender sculpting; this is but a test. Perhaps Grimmjow was too, but this one does not compare in the slightest; the body is similar, but when he eventually pokes at it he finds himself calming down at he discovery that there’s no power core at all. The mechanical heart missing under the metal ribcage.
It does, however, have all the other parts Grimmjow needs… he’s going to feel a little dirty about performing android grave-robbery, but he’d be a fool to not at least bag as many of its internal components as he can. He’ll figure out how to bring back the heavy replacement limbs another day.
Next~
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