#he's also??? so fucking relatable and I think that's why I fell
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Ok I'm going to like. Infodump abt my crush in the tags bc like. Yeah <:)
#ok SO#he's another trumpet player n obviously we met through marching band#he's a music ed major. bless his soul#he's LITERALLY one of the funniest fuckers in the band#I put my bottle next to his for band? he makes sure to consistently keep it in that spot so I won't put it somewhere else#after practice I give him his bottle and he goes 'thank you Rex <:)' WITH GLEE IN HIS VOICE#for football games our team is Awful so he leans over and shows me tiktoks he finds#(<and one of my love languages is sharing things that make you smile)#I make a lot of excuses to hang out with him and he always willingly comes!!!#he shows. so much. interest. in ANY events I go to. I mentioned a dance recital I wanted to go to and he went 'I should check that out :)'#(<we're going on sunday btw. I v much so talked him into coming with me <3)#I posted on snap earlier before our 3 hour trip home 'wish us luck on the road' and he was the only one who asked if we made it safe 🥺#and RELATED TO THAT. he's ushering an opera rn. he's not supposed to be on his phone but he got a text from me and texted me back ASAP#he's also??? so fucking relatable and I think that's why I fell#'you good?' 'yeah. just tired. when I get back to the dorm I'll probably make some Chef Boyardee and put on Rick and Morty'#like GIRL you are so right. that's the ideal night and ily#mutuals if you'd like to see him after I put a pie in his face for his frat fundraiser. lmk#and I'm saying all these AMAZING things about him. and what's even better!!! he seems?? like he might feel the same way 😳#idk I've never really been properly flirted with but he always seems like he wants to hang out <:0#but like!!! from a respectful distance!! guys who respect space while also keeping interest these days is hard to find ESP in college#if I ever have the guts to tell him I like him I will do so IMMEDIATELY because jfc I really do#maybe? somehow someway he might do it first 🙏 manifest it ✊#anyways yeah :) infodump over I just really really wanted to spill about him#I wanna tell Batz about it all but he doesn't care much for that kind of stuff so I don't wanna bother him with it 😔#But!!!!! I can tell tumblr dot com. and you can throw all the tomatoes at me you want but I never shut up here <3
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potentially making @dadbodsandbots an oc for this little reben newsflesh thing because i can’t be bothered to make a real oc for something that’s just time killing brain go brr and also because i need someone to be like, the only person in his little commune that doesn’t care about talking to him like a Normal Fucking Person.
and again, it’s not even a fear thing, it’s actually largely the opposite: years and years of the world thinking he’s dead and not actually having vought try to fine tune his image and he finally got the thing he used to think he wanted: people genuinely idolize him.
everyone else inside his fence knows he’s immune, even though they may not all know why and may not all know about the super soldier thing, but they’ve all seen him at some point or another do shit with the infected that no one else can actually do.
he didn’t think people beginning to want to kiss his boots would be so exhausting, and involve so much zombie guts, but here we fucking are.
#txt.txt#ship: your sins come for you again#bc there's no au tag#but also this dynamic is killing me#you @ me: oh hi nice to meet you!#ben: hey. whats the rule about not talking to prisoners?#you: if they're a prisoner why did you give them a gun when the zombies showed up?#ben: because i was hoping they'd be bad with it and get eaten and now i wouldn't be having this fucking conversation#you: this is LITERALLY why you can't make the plans BY YOURSELF#ben: i'm not having this argument again!#you: you never like the arguments you never win so of course not#ben: don't you have a garden to burn?#you: don't you have a prisoner to disarm?#anyway the only non me/ben related lore building for this: you somehow tripped into the masons conspiracy on your own#lacking the resources and protection of the reelix au and following the same rumors i do you found him#the last outbreak inside his fences was technically your fault because you were followed. which you tried to explain to begin with#he was more interested in thinking you were /sent/ by the same people and trying to yell/threaten answers out of you that didn't exist#four people died and it was the final thing to make you finally break down about the whole situation and it was uncomfortable enough that#he actually stopped being mad and trying to blame you for it almost immediately. he asked what you planned to do and you said you didn't kno#know* that you haven't known since you accidentally fell into this hornets nest and that all you wanted is for it to stop#so he used one of the women that died and a fake blood test transmitted to the CDC via bouncing signal towers to let them think you#died in the outbreak and that they didn't have to worry and you just stuck around. your knowledge of mycology and post-outbreak soil care#ended up being fucking invaluable as a whole and now you two bicker all the time#'i should have left you outside the FUCKING FENCE'#'butcha diiiiiiiidn't'
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Part 2 here!
'Fuck.'
It had been just two nights since you'd given him head in the dark of his dorm room, and Bakugo hadn't been able to rid his mind of the sensation ever since.
He knew it was stupid to even agree to it. You were the one girl in class he felt comfortable enough to talk about anything with. Be it grades, his fears and even more sexual topics. It also helped that he knew you wouldn't ever judge him for anything.
You were his closest friend; more so than Kirishima. And he liked that... he liked that he has someone he could trust with his life, someone he could relate with so effortlessly.
And you felt the same way with him. You told him everything; every little secret, every dirty detail, and he never laughed or judged.
Which was why you both were in his room, many hours past his bedtime, sitting opposite each other on his bed as you recounted your most recent almost-sexual endeavor.
"-and it was so awkward cause it was just hanging there in my face and I didn't know what to do." You groaned out, with your body hunched over, face covered with your palms as you recounted your experience in the school's storage room with a General Studies boy you'd been seeing casually.
Bakugo chuckled at your demeanor from where he was. "Yeah then maybe you should have stopped him when you saw him undoing his fucking belt."
You glared at him through the cracks between your fingers.
"Seriously," he laughed. "If you didn't wanna give him head, you should have told him the moment you entered the closet."
You groaned and fell back unto his bed. "The thing is I want to do it."
You turned your head to stare up at Bakugo.
"So why didn't you?"
You groaned again. "I don't know. I mean... look, I wanna be able to make the guy I like feel good, you understand. And I really thought I wanted to give him head, but then he was pulling his jeans down- and I was getting cold feet and then he pulled down his boxers and I wanted to run away right then....
"But I pushed through- and I got down... and it was just staring at my face and-"
"Maybe you just don't wanna do it." Bakugo raised his brow, cutting you off from your rambling.
You frowned. "Maybe. I mean, I think about giving head...and I wanna do it, and then I get an opportunity and I panic. You're probably right."
There was silence for a moment, before Bakugo shifted in his position, pulling his knees higher up, closer to his body, and leaning his forward.
"Or maybe... you don't wanna do it with him."
You furrowed your brows. "Meaning..? I don't really like him or what?"
Bakugo shrugged, "I mean, do you?"
You began sitting up. "Don't I?"
"Come on, Y/N." He raised a brow, giving you an unimpressed look, "You don't even text him unless he texts you."
"Yeah because he's always texting me."
"See! You even say it like you're frustrated." Bakugo jutted his arms out at you.
You paused, sitting up and pondering it.
Bakugo groaned. "Listen, I know you, okay? You- frankly, you're horny... more so than most people-"
You scowled at him.
"-and the fact that you don't even let him put his hands under your fucking skirt most times should tell you that you're probably not all that sexually attracted to him."
You stared at Bakugo, eyes narrowed as you began to see his point. "I guess you're on to something."
"Look," he began, "I honestly think you're just with him because of how aggressively he pursued you. And that's fucking dumb."
You pouted. "I guess... so now I have to find someone else to practice head with."
"Why do you wanna learn how to give head?" He laughed.
"Cause the girls were talking about giving head one time and I wanna be able to join in conversations." I groaned out, exasperated, and flopped back unto your back.
Bakugo took a moment to look you over, before adjusting his shorts and clearing his throat.
"I can give you pointers if you want."
Silence.
"What?" You mumbled, sitting back up, with your weight on your palms and narrowing your eyes at him.
He scowled at you. "I'm not repeating myself."
You rolled your eyes and hissed at his stubbornness. "You idiot."
"But..." You started slowly. "If you're offering to give me tips on sucking dick, I don't mind."
He shifted a bit. "Yeah... well- it'll only work if you're sexually attracted to me. If not, it'll just be like with that guy earlier- and shit would be awkward." He was looking away now.
"Wanna find out?"
And that was how he found himself heaving against his headboard with his shorts and boxers flung at the far end of his bed.
"Shitshit- fuck Y/N."
His hands were fisted into your hair, knees raised in the hair and thighs spread on either side of your head, as you laid on your stomach before him, nose pressed into his dark blonde pubic hair and lips wrapped tightly around his dick.
His eyes were blown wide, lips parted as grunts forced their way out his mouth.
It was just bordering on too much; the sensation of your mouth, and he'd suddenly realised how seriously you'd taken his analogy.
-"Consider it a bottle of smoothie or something, and there's that chunk that can't pass through the bottle mouth properly, so you're trying to suck it out." He'd said, holding his already hard dick against your cheek.
"That sounds stupid, Katsuki." You retorted, as you scowled up at him.
"That's the best I got, I ain't some sex therapist, okay!"-
"Oh shit- you're good," he groaned out, head thrown back and thighs quivering. "Fuck- fuck! Fuck, you're fucking good, baby. Just like that, yeah..!"
His grip on your hair tightened, pushing you down on his dick so he could feel the sliding of your tongue on his shaft as he dipped into your throat.
It didn't help that you were drooling all over him- and yourself-, your hand cupping his balls and squeezing softly.
He was going into overdrive, thrusting up unto your mouth, his eyes rolling back as he slipped down your throat over and over again, and he moaned as he felt you gag, your throat constricting against his tip.
He brought his head forward to peek over at you.
"Slut," he groaned out, eyeing your positioning; one hand infront of you, playing with his balls, and the other stretched underneath your body, fingers dipping into your sleepshorts. "You fucking slut- you like this shit, don't you?"
You moaned around his dick, vibrations coursing round his veins and your eyes looking up to meet his; lids hanging heavy and pupils blown out as you sucked on his cock.
He came heavy- hard. With spasming thighs and choked out groans as he spurted his seed down your throat.
It was a lot... too much. He kept spurting out his cum and his sight was blurry as he looked at you.
Now he couldn't look at you without remembering your stupid, fucked expression when you were between his legs. And it's weird, because all you're doing is grinning an Sato as you hover around him whilst he bakes.
It's stupid. He knows it is.
You don't even like him that way.
Part 2 has been posted here!
#bakugo x reader#bnha x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou katuski x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#mha bakugou#bakugo smut
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Enough With The Schemes!
Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader
A/N: Ngl I kinda had this in my drafts just because I didn't know how it'd ever fit into the story but I decided to fix it up and post it after @vespers-night-sky's fanart for the "Get Off My Screen" Series- the direct continuation and reader's death is in the works folks, I've just been trying to figure out the pacing ahsojskqjds- I am not gonna be a Hazbin Hotel episode jkjkjk Anyway, thank you thank you THANK YOU ALL for the support with the series and think of these little things as filler episodes before the big reveal. Anyways, as usual- happy reading and I hope you all enjoy! The series in it's entirety can be found on my blog under the #Get Off My Screen Series
You didn't know how much more of Vox's shenanigans you could take.
First it had been the wallpaper war-
Until now you couldn't stop his face from being a permanent fixture to your devices-
But it was fine, he could have that!
You lamented over not having [Favorite Fictional Character Name] in your backgrounds anymore but you know what it was fineeeee-
You honestly couldn't tell if having his glitchy grinning face was an upgrade or cringe central.
Then he figured out how to absolutely lag out your computer at some point.
You seriously wanted to punch his monitor head from frustration because of it.
Especially when he had the nerve to laugh at your irritation-
This asshole-!
Now, he was absolutely blowing up your phone and devices with memes or just anything under the sun.
Not that messing with the notification settings would help-
Because somehow he'd figured out how to completely bypass those too.
If this was why that Alastor guy and Vox had a tiff you could practically relate.
Your phone just continued to buzz and vibrate on the table next to you.
Not that you could be fucked with it at the moment trying to cram a paper your professor assigned last BLOODY MINUTE!
That was of course until the Vox desktop companion grabbed the cursor and just didn't let you have it back.
As much as you tried, the darn thing only emoted angrily and refused to give you back the damn arrow.
Your eye twitched as you tried to maintain your cool, only to get up from the desk and scream obscenities to no one in particular.
The day had been a particularly bad one and you really just couldn't deal with Vox's bullshit right now.
"Helloooooo! HELLOOOOOOO?! Earth to (Y/N)! Pick up your fucking phone!!!"
Oh for the love of god he better not have changed your ringtone too-
You rubbed your face in an attempt to calm down before finally checking your phone.
Honestly you expected it to be something really stupid, but seeing what his messages were about made you feel slightly guilty for ignoring him the whole day.
Vox grew used to the routine you both had, so it was no surprise that your sudden inactivity drove his anxiety up the walls.
Poor guy thought of all the worst possible cases that could've happened to you-
He'd greet you in the morning and you would always reply afterwards while eating breakfast.
Save for the times you'd gotten sick or just felt under the weather.
After all, you had classes in the morning and he had broadcasts to air.
You also hated being tardy, similar to how he saw punctuality as something extremely important.
The two of you would intermittently chat within the day and tell each other if you had work to do so you both could leave each other alone for a designated time.
Vox often didn't adhere to this, but he'd always keep his distractions to a minimum if you asked.
Actually neither did you, sometimes you'd be the one spam sending him anything you could think of just to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Then you would wish him a good night's rest and he would eventually reply back with a silly gif or emoji that bode you the same.
He just grew used to it, the familiarity of your companionship in his monotonous day to day.
So whenever something fell apart in the routine you both had, Vox couldn't help but worry that something happened to you.
Whether you'd gotten sick or just anything worse-
It didn't sit well with him when you didn't reply to his morning message like you often did.
Constantly checking his phone for any updates from you to find nothing.
Zilch, none, zero.
The worrying feeling only grew as time ticked onwards.
Even at your busiest you would still shoot him a memo saying that you were.
Which only made this radio silence-
Haha see what I did there-
Worse than it really was.
So what did Vox do?
Absolutely blow up your phone and devices trying to get your attention.
Only when he realized you were doing something on your laptop did he let the desktop companion he made for you interfere.
Not that he even really understood what he'd stuck his hands into.
"What the hell even happened to you today? You didn't even reply to any of my fucking messages! I thought something happened to you!"
"Well SORRY I couldn't reply to your terminally online ass. I was busy dealing with my shitty assignment workload."
The TV overlord quickly picked up that you weren't in a pleasant mood.
The way you typed was just a dead giveaway.
Glancing up at his schedule, Vox notified his secretary to cancel a few of his meetings before he replied to you.
"Anything I can help you with? I'm free for a good few hours."
You were taken aback by his offer, every time Vox would help you he didn't even bother asking.
He just straight up started editing whatever you were working on no matter what you said.
Who was this guy and what did he do with Vox-
"You aren't trying to bullshit me are you? Cuz I'm not in the mood."
"I can tell dollface, let me guess- your shitty professor again?"
You ended up ranting about the abruptly given assignment and just a bunch of other things that slowly ruined your day.
Vox just agreed with you here and there, shooting one word replies or emojis to show he was still listening.
All the while he made the desktop companion let go of your cursor and he looked over your work.
Wow your writing was still absolutely shit-
"So now I've gotta submit this fucking paper before midnight or I'll get a 40% deduction."
"Don't worry about it, we can finish this in an hour. Anything else?"
It was an economics paper you were struggling on and this was Vox you were talking to.
You shouldn't have been surprised that he already knew his way around the topic.
You glanced up from your phone and already saw him editing your essay.
Why didn't you just ask him for help sooner??
"I think I can handle the rest. Thanks anyway, mind if I put on some music while I write?"
"As long as I get to pick some of the songs."
"Deal."
It shouldn't have done anything really.
You shouldn't be having this funny feeling in your gut.
A fuzzy warmth that bloomed because Vox was so quick to drop everything and help you.
Even if it was just something minor like your paper.
Still, you couldn't help but smile as you put on some relaxing tunes and typed away alongside your favorite digital companion.
Just like that, you both melted back into the usual cycle of talking and working.
A casual harmony that you were more than happy to just live in for the moment.
BONUS:
Both you and Vox were just casually chatting by the time his secretary called him away for the scheduled broadcast.
Of course, you wished you could see what he was actually doing but stopped before you could say so.
Instead you just wished Vox well in the broadcast.
"Of course doll, and you know me! I'll be just fine."
Well, his broadcast was going fine-
Until his screen suddenly glitched and randomly played a tune from your playlist.
Had he forgotten to unlink himself from your devices?
It took a few seconds for Vox to compose himself but his show thankfully went on without another hitch.
You on the other hand?
You were just having a personal concert in your room to unwind while waiting for Vox to come back.
So it came as a surprise when the song you played randomly paused and made the Bluetooth disconnect sound.
You didn't connect it to anything-?
Though your questions were eventually answered when Vox blew up your phone again.
This time you couldn't help but laugh.
You were friends with a demonic overlord sure-
But it was hard to fear him when he was such a doofus.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin vox#vox#vox x reader#hazbin hotel vox x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin vox x reader#vox x you#Get Off My Screen Series
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congrats on 1k!!! so so happy for you 🫶🏻🫶🏻
for the song request 🎧 could you write a lil fluff piece for lando? song: look after you by the fray <3
Be My Baby | L. Norris
Summary: You and Lando slowly but surely realize that you’re falling in love with each other.
Warnings: none just fluff
pairing: lando x fem!reader
wc: 1.7k
Note: I listened to this song three times and wrote this while listening. I honestly don’t know if it relates to the song at all but I’m satisfied with the plot.
Lando was holding all the bags for you while you shopped, and it was getting hard to hold them all in one hand. But he wanted—no, needed to keep his other hand free so he would be able to hold yours as you walked side by side.
Then, you spotted the next store you wanted to walk into, dropping Lando’s hand and while he followed you, his hand felt a tad too empty.
If I don't say this now, I will surely break
Lately, Lando has been looking at you a little too long for it to be considered anything less than a relationship, but every time he looked away, his heart ached, needing to search for a glimpse of you again.
You were picking out a few clothes, holding it up in front of you as you decided whether or not you wanted to buy it. Turning to Lando to ask for his opinion, you let out a laugh, confusing him.
As I'm leaving the one I want to take
You stepped closer, poking his nose before breaking out into a smile, “oh Lan, do you want me to take any bags?”
You reached for them but he pulled away, shaking his head, “no, I’m good. Also, don’t get that dress.” He commented, nodding his head towards the dress you were currently holding.
“No? It wouldn’t look good on me?” You asked as you held it against your body but he still shook his head. “You would look good in anything, but it has buttons on the back instead of a zipper and I know how much you hate those.”
Forgive the urgency, but hurry up and wait
You flipped the dress and as he stated, there were buttons instead of a zipper like you thought. Your mouth parted slightly in surprise, at both the facts that Lando not only noticed the buttons before you did, but also knew that you preferred zippers. You had no idea that Lando remembered the small piece of information.
Without another word uttered, you placed the dress back on the rack and continued shopping. If you had said something, it would’ve been a little more than what is considered friendly.
My heart has started to separate
During the remainder of your shopping spree, Lando tried to keep up with your pace but he fell behind. However he didn’t mind because he could look at you as much as he wanted without getting caught.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby
The next time Lando called you, it was way too early in the morning for you. But the words he spoke as soon as you picked up worried you, “I think I might accidentally burn my apartment down if you don’t come and help me.”
You noted the time, 8 am, and groaned, “why would you burn your house this early? Can’t it wait?”
I'll look after you
“Are you coming or do you want to see my body burnt to a crisp?” Laughing, you told him that you would be there in ten minutes.
You reached in nine minutes, knocking incessantly in case Lando did actually fuck something up, but then again it wasn’t unusual for him to do so.
As soon as he opened the door, you walked right past him then once you assessed the damage—or well the lack of—you turned around to greet him, “what did you do?”
There now, steady love, so few come and don't go
“Good morning to you too,” he responded with a sheepish smile on his face. “Lando no middle name Norris, you did not ask me to come over for no reason.”
“I do have a reason, but don’t act like you wouldn’t come over for no reason either.” He walked closer to you, and you shrugged, “fair, I would.”
Will you won't you, be the one I always know?
“Come with me,” he stated, walking towards the kitchen and that’s where the mess was made. There were an unusual amount of empty pots and pans scattered everywhere.
You raised your eyebrow in amusement then looked at him. “Don’t laugh, I wanted spring rolls, but I don’t think I can fry them without either burning myself or the apartment.”
You laughed, something you were doing a lot more in his presence. When he looked at you with a stern glare, you slapped your hand over your mouth to contain your giggles.
When I'm losing my control, the city spins around
Once you stopped laughing, you had only one question, “why do you want to fry spring rolls this early?”
He shrugged, “I’m hungry,”
Shaking your head with a smile on your face, you began decluttering the space so you could work efficiently. Setting the frypan to heat up with oil, you looked at Lando again, noticing that he was already looking at you.
You're the only one who knows, you slow it down
“The things I do for you, Lan, no one else will put up with this you know?” He hummed, “what makes you think I want anyone else but you?”
He watched you cook, surprised at your little to no fear while handling hot oil but he chose not to comment in case it distracts you.
On the other hand, Lando was very much distracted by your choice of clothing. He noticed that you were wearing a black hoodie with his name and driver number on the back. He couldn’t look away from it for the remainder of the time your back was facing him. Then, he realized with a stupid smile on his face, that he liked it a lot.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby
Lando was walking you home and your hand was wrapped around his bicep as if it always belonged there. The restaurant was nearby so there no reason to drive, plus that meant you two were able to order some wine with your meal.
Although it wasn’t a date, it didn’t feel like anything less than one. The only difference was, both of you were in comfortable clothes, nothing too fancy, and it wasn’t openly stated that it was a date. But god, did you wish it was.
And I'll look after you
Lando walked on the outer edge of the sidewalk that was closer to the road. The sun had set a few hours ago, letting the moon illuminate the night sky. The time always passed by so quickly whenever you were with Lando.
His presence was so inviting that you never wanted to leave. When you finally admitted the thought instead of ignoring it, you realized how much you didn’t want Lando to just be your friend. You wanted so much more.
“What are you thinking about?” Lando spoke, interrupting the silence of the night but his voice was like music to your ears. “The wine,” you lied, knowing that the voices of your inner thoughts could not be said out loud. Not yet.
If ever there was a doubt
“That good?” He followed up, making you nod, “could compete with Daniel’s,” you responded, feeling his body move as he chuckled before you heard him.
“Don’t tell him that, he’s already got too big of a head.” Lando commented about his former teammate although there was no ill intent behind his words. You playfully slapped his arm with your free hand, only because you didn’t want to let go of his arm. “And what about you Mr. Norris, wouldn’t you say you’ve got a big ego as well?”
My love she leans into me
“The only reason I’ve got a big ego is because of you, sweetheart, always complimenting me.” Based on his tone, you knew he was just teasing but you couldn’t help but think more of the nickname he gave you. It wasn’t the first time he used it, but it definitely stirred feelings in your stomach the more he said it.
“Then my ego should be through the roof with the way you compliment me,” you noted, remembering all the times he said something that would leave you a blushing mess.
“And everything I said is true,” He remarked, and only because you didn’t want him to see your face which was undoubtedly red, you leaned your head onto his arm. Surely, that was the only reason, you told yourself. You totally didn’t want to just soak up all his personal space and make it yours.
This most assuredly counts
Reaching the doorstep to your home, both of you stopped walking but neither made a move to part away. In fact, while you were walking, Lando’s hand covered yours that was resting on his arm.
“I guess the night ends here,” Lando commented once you found the strength to move away from him. You looked towards the door then back at him, “it doesn’t have to, you can come in.”
Lando closed his eyes and thought for a moment before shaking his head, “I don’t think I should.”
She says most assuredly
Even though you weren’t holding his arm anymore, you stepped closer to see if he would move back, but he didn’t. “Why not?” You asked, even though you had an idea of what his answer could be.
“I don’t think I would be able to leave.” He looked at you with such intensity that if you weren’t slowly becoming accustomed to it, you would’ve melted into a puddle.
“Lando,” you whispered as there wasn’t a need to speak any louder with the little distance between you. His hand rested against your cheek, and he tilted his face an inch closer.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby
“This could change everything,” he commented, letting you find a reason to back out now. “I know,” you muttered, leaning closer until your lips were barely just brushing together.
“Kiss me,” you spoke against his lips and he didn’t waste a single moment before closing the distance entirely, claiming you as his and him as yours.
I'll look after you
#di celebrates#lando norris fic#lando norris fanfic#lando norris x reader#lando norris fluff#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#thef1diary fic#f1 x reader#lando norris x you
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Something I’ve been thinking about when listening to ‘Crooked’ is how Ozzie seems to really relate to Fizz with lines like ‘I think you’re messy but I’m messy too’ and singing about his own ‘crooked heart’ and how he finds Fizz’s imperfections beautiful.
And I think this could get really interesting if Asmodeus and the rest of the Sins are fallen angels just like Lucifer. I mean imagine what Ozzie’s sense of self-image is like if he was an angel who left or was expelled from Heaven and took on this new form in Hell?
Like we’ve always wondered why the Sins look the way they do, particularly in contrast to the demons they seem to rule over. Asmodeus rules over the succubi and incubi yet is this multi-headed fire-rooster, Beelzebub rules over the hellhounds yet is some mashup of a fox/canine and a bee, and now Mammon rules over the shark-demons yet is some weird spider/pine-tree thing.
What if the reason they all look like this is the RESULT of them being Fallen Angels? Specifically, the result of their expulsion from Heaven? What if this is the whole reason for them being ‘embodiments of sin’ in the first place? What if it was all originally intended as a PUNISHIMENT by Heaven for whatever transgressions they may have committed? Something meant to ‘curse’ them when they fell.
In which case, I think it’s all too easy to imagine why Ozzie empathizes, relates and connects so much with Fizzerolli and his struggles. Because Fizz is going through a struggle likely all too similar to one that Ozzie may have gone through, what ALL of the Sins likely went through after their fall. Expelled from their home, having their bodies massively changed and told it was BAD. And I think Crooked shows how Ozzie coped with it: By embracing what he had become and finding the beauty in it, something that he now uses to help Fizzerolli, showing that there is no shame in all their crooked, messy imperfections, and that there is even beauty in them.
And I imagine that ALL of the Sins did more or less the same: They embraced and OWNED this ‘curse’ Heaven sought to ‘punish’ them with. Embraced these ‘sins’ they are supposed to embody and made them their own. It’s why Ozzie and Bee are able to express this very positive interpretation of Lust and Gluttony respectively. As a way of making a new life for themselves and also probably a big ‘fuck-you’ to Heaven.
Now that’s not to say that ALL of the Sins were able to do this in a positive manner, Mammon being a clear example. I imagine that as we are introduced to the rest of the Sins, we’re going to see more of a range of positive and negative ways they’ve chosen to express the ‘sin’ they embody. Like even Asmodeus has been shown to have had his hang-ups on Lust and Love being exclusive, leading to him keeping his true relationship with Fizzerolli secret.
Though it’s clear over the last couple episodes that Ozzie isn’t worried about that anymore.
And I think that in particular is REALLY interesting, because it implies that the Sins aren’t actually bound to a particular way of indulging. Rather, the way they express their ‘sin’ is not by compulsion but by CHOICE. Which I think puts all of the Sins’ actions in a pretty interesting light.
Like it means that Mammon being this petty, skeevy, manipulative asshole isn’t some grand, nebulous ‘Embodiment of Greed’ thing, but rather simply a Mammon thing. The product of his own personal issues and hang-ups. Which also weirdly enough implies that there’s hope for Mammon. The possibility that he doesn’t HAVE to be this way. Admittedly it would almost certainly take a (pardon the pun) HELLUVA family intervention to have a hope of making that happen, but you never know. It would certainly be in keeping with the themes of the show.
All in all, I’m finding more and more the possible backgrounds of the Seven Sins to be VERY compelling. Not just for ‘The Lore’ reasons, but because it further develops the Sins as characters. It takes these monstrously powerful and ancient beings and shows them to be far more grounded and, for lack of a better word, human than we might give them credit for.
#helluva boss#helluva boss analysis#helluva boss theory#asmodeus#helluva asmodeus#queen beelzebub#helluva beelzebub#mammon#helluva mammon#helluva seven sins#helluva boss lore#i feel like the fandom is really sleeping on the possibility of the other sins also being fallen angels like lucifer
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I feel like the ‘the Jedi were too strict with Anakin and it was abusive and that’s why he fell!’ is telling of a certain ... power fantasy some Star Wars fans have.
Because Anakin didn’t have to be a Jedi. We know he could’ve left the Order, because that’s what Dooku did. The man’s the most skilled fighter pilot of his era, a capable combatant, has experience with diplomacy, has worked as a bodyguard, etc, etc, he would not even remotely struggle to find work, even without taking into account that his wife is a wealthy senator who could easily support him. Hell, while he’d probably have to give up his lightsaber, it’s not like it’d be impossible for him to build another one -- it isn’t illegal for a non-Jedi to own a lightsaber, and it’s clearly possible to acquire lightsaber crystals outside of the Order because, again, Dooku has a lightsaber. It’s not even like he’d have to give up his friendship with Obi-Wan -- Obi-Wan has friends who aren’t Jedi, he has a whole bunch of them. So does Yoda.
(Hell, it’s not even like non-Jedi aren’t allowed to use the Force. As Palpatine points out in the Revenge of the Sith novelisation, it’s not even technically illegal to be a Sith Lord.)
The only reason Anakin can’t leave the Order is because he doesn’t want to. He wants everything: He wants the power, prestige, excitement, and community the Jedi offer, but he also wants to not have to follow their rules.
And I think for quite a lot of people that’s a very relatable thing, right? We want to have it all. The fantasy of being a cool Jedi is, for a lot of people, ruined by the addendum that there are things you would have to forego to do that. That’s one reason why the idea of Grey Jedi, which fully is just that ‘you can have your cake and fuck it too’ is so appealing to so many fans.
But that’s not what life is like, in reality or in fiction. And Anakin’s fall brings that crashing in: He tries to have everything, and he ends up with nothing. Less than nothing, because at the end of it, not only does he not have any of the things he wanted in the first place, but he’s also lost his freedom (because let’s make no mistake, as much of a terrible, gleeful executor of cruelty and misery as he is as Vader, he is also Palpatine’s slave) and his body.
It’s easy and in a way quite appealing to shift the blame elsewhere and go “Well, he could’ve had it all, but people more powerful than him stopped him from doing so.”
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barbie
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Summary: Bucky takes his best girl to watch a Barbie movie and then spoils her with gifts.
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, Bucky being the best boyfriend, he's healing your inner child.
Author's note: it was inspired by Barbie movie when it just came out. I think that Bucky is that type of boyfriend who would do everything possible to make you happy<3
You had been excited about the Barbie movie since the day you found out that it was in the making, and you may or may not have annoyed Bucky with it like a million times.
You begged him to go see it on the day of the premiere, and even if at first he really wanted to say “no”, he couldn’t.
Yes, he was your grumpy old supersoldier, but he would do anything to make you smile.
When the tickets started to sell, it was almost impossible to find one because people went crazy about this movie.
When you finally had time to look for the tickets, they were sold out. Obviously. Even if you didn’t say anything, Bucky saw sadness written on your face when you didn’t get the tickets for the opening night, and it hurt him to see you that way.
So, as the best boyfriend in the world, he got them for you.
Yes, there was definitely one good thing about being a famous Avenger: you could get almost everything.
You and Sam also taught him how to use TikTok a few months ago, and besides a million videos of cats, he started to see Barbie-related content. He wasn’t really interested until he saw a video where a guy bought his girlfriend a doll and a lot of pink and cute things as a surprise.
Would you like it if he bought this for you? Did you even like dolls?
Bucky didn’t think about it too much; he just went to the store.
He probably stood in front of the shelf with Barbie dolls for way too long because, while he was looking for the one he thought you would like, a shop assistant came to offer him some help. Bucky explained his situation, and the young girl—Stassie, as he found out—was almost jumping with excitement to help him and said that his girlfriend was really lucky.
She showed Bucky two dolls that came out recently: one in the western look and one in a light pink dress. It was hard to pick one because both were really cute.
So he bought both.
Stassie gave Bucky a few tips on what else he could buy for you; that's why, after another hour in the mall, he went home with a big box full of random pink and cute stuff.
You weren’t at home, so he hid the box in a safe place and decided to give it to you after the movie.
The day before the premiere, when you two were already getting ready to sleep, laying under the blanket and ready to cuddle while watching a movie, he silently gave you a white envelope.
“What is this?” You asked, looking at your weirdly smiley boyfriend.
“Open.”
You studied his face for a few seconds, but then sat up and carefully opened it to not rip whatever was inside.
“Bucky…” You whispered as two tickets with “Barbie” written on them fell into your hand. “You didn’t—how did you get it?” Your eyes were watery as you looked at him.
“That’s a secret. But I wanted to make you happy.” The soft look in his eyes made you want to cry, but instead you just jumped into his arms, leaving kisses all over his face.
“I fucking love you, James.”
“I love you more, doll.”
It was safe to say that he got his reward for being a thoughtful boyfriend, and you both fell asleep only a few hours later.
You two walked out of the movie theater holding hands while you were still sobbing a little bit. It was an amazing experience, and you were overwhelmed with feelings. Bucky led you to the side so you wouldn’t bother other people, wrapped his hands around you, and held you close to him.
“Are you okay, baby?” He mumbled into your hair and kissed your temple.
“Yes. I’m so happy that we watched it. And that you came with me.” You wrapped your hands around Bucky’s neck and melted into him.
“I liked it too, actually.” You heard a deep chuckle.
“You know, I told you that you look great in pink, and you didn’t believe me.”
You obviously decided to stick to a non-official dress code, but it was hard to convince your boyfriend that he needed to wear something pink too. So the only thing that he liked in the store was a pink jean jacket, and you were okay with that.
An old lady that sat in the movie theater behind you with her grandkids said to Bucky that he was a really good young gentleman and that you two were perfect for each other.
Bucky didn’t really like any interactions with strangers, but you still noticed a light pink color on his cheeks and a sweet smile that he gave to the woman.
“If you think so, I’ll accept it, baby.” He was silent for a few seconds, but then smiled again and cupped your face with his metal hand so you would look at him. “I have something for you at home. Do you want to go there now and then order some food?”
“Something for me?” You frowned at him but still leaned into his touch. “And you should know better than to ask me whether I want to order food or not. I always do.”
You were sitting in your living room on the couch, where Bucky told you to stay and wait for him. He went to your bedroom and came back in a few seconds, holding a big pink box.
“This is for you.” He put the box near you on the couch and sat on the free spot at the other end.
“For me? Why? I forgot about our anniversary or something?” You tried to laugh.
You opened the lid, and your mouth opened as you saw what was in there. Your shaking hands gently pulled out two boxes with dolls, and you took a few seconds to look at them properly, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes. Then you got the rest of the stuff: a pajama set, a journal, a candle, masks and bath bombs, and a lot of your favorite candies. Of course, everything was pink.
“I hope you like it. The girl at the store said–” You didn’t let him finish before you stood from your place and sat onto Bucky’s lap, hugging him as hard as you could, sobbing into his neck.
“Sh-h, baby, that’s okay.” He wrapped his arms around your body, gently swaying you from side to side.
“T-thank you so much, Bucky, really. You didn’t have to do it.” You moved back a little bit, and Bucky’s right hand immediately flew to your face to wipe away tears. You took one of the boxes with a doll on your lap and carefully took her out of the box. “She’s so pretty... I’ve never had a real Barbie before. They are expensive.”
“It is worth every dollar if it makes you happy. I saw this idea on that video app, and I wanted to give you something special.”
He looked at you with a soft smile while you were unpacking the second doll and then gently touching her hair and clothes. He thought that he gave this present more to the younger you, and it made him feel so happy.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” You put the doll down and took Bucky’s face in your hands. “I am so lucky to have such a person in my life. Thank you for everything. Not only for dolls, it’s all amazing. I love you, James.” You closed your eyes when he moved closer and put his forehead on yours.
“I’m the one who is lucky to have you. I’ll give you anything if it makes you smile this way. I love you.”
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My Sweet Cairo (Part 6)
Synopsis: The Ravens' Soccer team Captain fell in love for Cairo Sweet
Warning: Slight cursing, Student-Teacher relations, Anger rage. Other than that, none that I know of (but feel free to correct me)
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A/N: So there's this complaint about why R helped Mr. Miller. I want to explain that it's not about helping him per say, it's about the what could've been scenario in R's mind. As was stated a few parts ago, it's personal. Also, I was listening to Blindside the entire time I'm writing this. I think this is Cairo's song, or their song. Happy Reading!
After the whole ordeal between Cairo and Mr. Miller, the school did release an announcement regarding the issue, telling everyone that the charges against Mr. Miller was dropped and untrue. They also informed the students and teachers about the inappropriate relations between them and that it is not acceptable and highly discouraged to engage in such relations.
So far, students hasn't said anything about Mr. Miller, just that they were saying how fucked up it must be for Cairo to be doing what she did to Mr. Miller. Poor man, she heard them say.
"How are you holding up?" Winnie asked when she saw Y/N sitting alone in Mr. Miller's classroom.
The taller girl turned to Winnie with a small smile. "I don't know. I guess I’m relieved that I made something possible."
Winnie sighed, holding a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "It was brave, you know, what you did. I heard you laid it out there, what happened to your dad."
Y/N gave out a pained smile. "It's the only way I know they would listen. Also the first time I've talked about it since it happened."
Winnie gave her a comforting smile as she patted her shoulder. Then they heard Y/N's phone ringing, Cairo's name popping out. Y/N stared at it for a while before flipping her phone over as she sighed.
"Has she tried to contact you?" Y/N asked Winnie who nodded.
"A couple of times."
"Did you talk to her?"
Winnie shook her head. "Don't have the guts to after what she did. Maybe in time, but not now."
Y/N understood her. Winnie's been with Cairo for what seemed like forever. They were inseparable. They were best friends and yet, Cairo still managed to do this to her. It was sad to see a beautiful friendship turn into dust just because of vengeance.
"Will you talk to her?" Winnie asked her.
She was quiet for a brief moment before shaking her head no. "I don't know if I can. Every time I see her, what happened to my dad keeps popping in my head. I don't want to remember it anymore."
"I understand." Winnie said, nodding. "But you can't run away from her forever. She's quite a persistent girl, if you hadn't noticed. She'll do everything in her power to get you to talk to her."
Y/N pursed her lips. "Did you know Mr. Miller was in love with her?" She asked, turning to Winnie who looked shocked. "I'm sure as hell she felt the same. That's why she acted that way, she knows what he felt but didn't pursue it."
"Y/N," Winnie called out but before she could continue, the bell rang so Y/N gave her a smile as she put her duffel bag on her shoulder.
"I'll see you around, Winnie." She bid the other girl goodbye before she walked out of the classroom and into her physics class.
Y/N was hanging out at home when she heard their doorbell ring. She was not expecting anyone at all. But she thought maybe Jasmine is here because she's board again. So when she opened their front door, she was shocked to see Cairo there, looking lost. Y/N's face immediately darken as soon as she saw Cairo.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, a bit harshly if she was asked but she doesn't care.
Cairo gave out a small smile, shaking her head. "I don't know."
"Go home, Cairo." Y/N said and was about to go back inside when she felt small hands holding her wrist, stopping her to move.
Y/N looked at their hands to which Cairo immediately pulled back. "Please, let me talk." Cairo said, her eyes misty with tears.
Y/N sighed as she walked back and closed the door behind her again. She looked at Cairo with a bored look as she stood in front of the shorter girl.
"What do you want?" Y/N finally asked, staring down at Cairo who fidgeted for a while before she took a deep breath and looked at Y/N's eyes.
"I want to say I'm sorry." She started but Y/N shook her head.
"No." Y/N told her coldly.
"Please." Cairo cried, her voice breaking and for some reason, it broke Y/N's heart into pieces to see Cairo this way.
"I know what I did was messed up. I know I hurt you, and Winnie, and Mr. Miller. I've been holed up at home, thinking of what I did. I— I messed up. And I'm really really sorry." Cairo's voice breaks, then turns to a whisper.
But Y/N cannot seem to hear what she was saying, it's like her brain doesn't want to listen, to process what Cairo was saying.
"You're selfish, Cairo. You only think about yourself, with no remorse, you do what you do to get what you want. You use people around you who genuinely care and love you. And then for what? For your own pleasure?"
Cairo just hung her head while Y/N berated her. This is the first time in her entire selfish life that she felt ashamed, she felt disgusted by herself. Y/N has a way with words that just stuck.
"And you know what hurts the most?" Y/N asked, her voice broke which got Cairo lifting her head to see the tears streaming down Y/N's eyes. And it broke her. "I really thought you liked me. I thought what you felt for me was real. And it fucking hurts to know that it's all part of you fucked up plan."
"But I did, Y/N, I do. I like you, so much."
Y/N scoffed. "Oh, do you?" She asked sarcastically.
"I do. And with all the lies and schemes that I had, you're the only thing I was sure of, what I feel for you. I like you." Cairo was never the one to express her feelings but if this was the last time she would see Y/N, then she's willing to lay it all there. "I think I'm even in love with you."
Y/N scoffed, wiping the tears in her eyes. "And why would I believe you? After all you've done, why would I?"
Cairo walked towards her, wanting just a bit of closeness from Y/N. "Because you're the realest thing that's ever happened to me."
Y/N shook her head, stepping back as she leaned on the closed door behind her.
"You don't get to do this. You can't just ruin people's lives and expect them to believe you!"
"I don't expect you to believe me, I just want you to listen, I just want you to know what I feel." Cairo said, walking closer to Y/N.
"Leave, now." Y/N spoke, turning away from Cairo.
The shorter girl watched Y/N breathing heavily. She felt she was hurting Y/N the longer she stayed. So she nodded even though Y/N couldn't see her. And with one final attempt, she walked closer to Y/N, tiptoed and gave Y/N one final kiss on the cheek before she walked out of the taller girl's life once and for all.
"I love you." Cairo whispered, and then she was gone.
Y/N watched Cairo go, losing her faster than she had her.
Cairo and Y/N's paths did not meet even when they're in the same English class. Cairo was suspended for 2 weeks after the whole ordeal and it was then that the school introduced a substitute teacher in Mr. Miller's absence. The teacher was great, she was as into literature as Mr. Miller but she was not as good as Mr. Miller was.
Winnie and Y/N stuck together the entire time. They would meet each other for lunch, go grab breakfast together, wait for each other after class, and walk home together as well. Y/N doesn't know how or why, but she assumed it was because of their shared trauma and the betrayal they both got from Cairo.
"She's coming back tomorrow. Are you ready to face her?" Winnie asked while they were on their way home.
Y/N pursed her lips as she shrugged. Honestly, the thought of seeing Cairo again made her feel nothing. There was just nothing.
"I actually don't know."
Winnie nodded and there was silence again until Y/N spoke.
"Have you talked to her lately?" Winnie asked.
Y/N shook her head. "She's been texting and calling but I haven't responded to any of it. Although, she said something to me a couple of weeks ago. I don't know what to make of it."
"What?"
"She told me she loves me."
Winnie stopped on her track for a moment, looking at Y/N with wide eyes.
"That's... a shocker." Winnie said, going back to her senses as she continued to walk with Y/N.
"Tell me about it."
"Who would've thought that you, Y/N Y/L/N, would be the one to melt that vengeful and cold heart of Cairo Sweet." Winnie said, shocked and amazed.
"I don't even know if she was telling the truth." Y/N said truthfully.
"One thing I know about Cairo, is that she's never let those words leave her mouth. Not to her parents, not even to Mr. Miller. So you should wear that like a fucking medal." Winnie said, giving her a soft slap on the arm.
"Shut up." Y/N chuckled, rolling her eyes.
"Let me see that medal." Winnie told her, pulling her body to see the invisible medal she was supposedly wearing.
"Get away from me, you creep." Y/N joked as she turned her body away.
Winnie kept messing with her until she spoke.
"Are you gonna go to work tonight?" Y/N asked, turning to Winnie who gave her a confused look.
"Why?"
"Would you like to have dinner with me and my mum before you go to work? She's home right now, no hospital duty."
Winnie gave her a teasing smile. "You want to introduce me to your momma?"
Y/N rolled her eyes before she chuckled. "I'm being a good friend here, at least appreciate that."
Winnie laughed. "Alright, superstar. Lead the way."
Y/N rolled her eyes. "It's like you don't know where it is."
"Shut up!" Winnie laughed, pushing Y/N who was laughing as well.
The duo kept teasing and pushing each other until they were on Y/N's door.
"Mum, I brought a friend with me." Y/N called out as she led Winnie inside their house and into the living room where Y/M/N's fixing the table.
"Is it Jasmine?" Y/M/N asked but was a bit shocked when she saw Winnie. "Oh, it's not Jasmine."
Y/N chuckled as she walked to her mum and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "This is Winnie, she's a friend from English class."
Y/M/N nodded before she turned to Winnie and gave her a warm hug. "Welcome Winnie. It's very nice to meet you, I'm Y/M/N."
Winnie smiled widely. "Pretty nice to meet you too, Mrs. Y/L/N."
Y/M/N waved a hand. "Y/M/N is fine, darling. Come sit and let's eat."
"I've seen you before, haven't I?" Y/M/N asked Winnie when they finally started eating.
The duo looked at each other with questioning looks before turning to the older woman.
"Oh, I remember!" Y/M/N clapped her hand, pointing at Winnie with a wide smile. "You were friends with that girl who Y/N kissed at the championship game!"
That was awkward!
The duo let out an awkward laugh as they kept kicking each other under the table.
"I uhm... I was indeed there with the girl Y/N kissed, yeah." Winnie answered awkwardly.
Y/M/N noticed the weird atmosphere so she dropped the subject, but not before she asked some questions.
"Were they together?" Y/M/N asked, causing the two to look at each other once more.
"For a hot minute, yeah." Winnie's gonna take one for the team here since she knows Y/N is still not ready to talk about Cairo.
"What happened?" Y/M/N asked again.
"Mum." Y/N wanted the topic to end but her mother shot her a look that shut her up.
"Well, uhm... it really was complicated and I don't want to be the one to say something about it. I'm sorry, Y/M/N."
The older woman nodded before she turned to Y/N with a knowing look. "Speak or you shall not eat a single drop of food from my fridge."
That is a threat. That is a scary threat and Y/N is not about to contest that.
Winnie watched the mother-daughter with amusement.
Y/N sighed. "We dated, for a bit. And then something happened and we broke up."
Y/M/N squinted her eyes, piecing two and two together. "Is it because of what happened with your English teacher? What's his name? Mr. Miller?"
"Mum." Y/N tried but she could see that her mother's not stopping until she knows something. "Yes, it had something to do with what happened to Mr. Miller."
"Is it similar to what happened to your father?" Y/M/N asked, a shake was heard in her voice.
"Let's stop talking about this, yeah? Let's just eat." Y/N said, holding her mother's hand as she smiled at the older woman.
Y/M/N stared at her daughter for a while, pain written in her eyes, but this time, not because of her late husband but because of her daughter. She felt so bad for her daughter, she felt pain knowing that her girlfriend hurt her this bad.
"Let's eat then." Y/M/N said, turning to Winnie who was giving her a sweet comforting smile. "Enjoy the food, Winnie."
Winnie smiled and nodded before they continued eating. The awkward atmosphere was soon replaced with laughter and teasing from the two kids. Y/M/N just watched them, even joining from time to time to tease her daughter. After dinner, Winnie bid them goodbye to go to her work.
"Thank you for the dinner, Y/M/N. Everything was so delicious." Winnie said from the living room while fixing her things.
"Come by anytime, sweetheart. It was lovely having you here."
"Good night." Winnie said before she was out with Y/N on the porch.
"Careful on your way to work." Y/N told Winnie and gave her a hug.
"Thank you for the wonderful dinner, your mom's wonderful." Winnie said before she went to her work.
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Day One: Mammon
Day 1: Breeding Kink
The Avatar of Greed was your first demon, just as you were his first human. Much to his other brother's frustration, he was your first pact and the first of his brothers you fell in love with. So he also considered himself your partner, which, in his mind, meant he had certain privileges involving you; mainly, Mammon felt he had a right to all your ‘firsts.’ Have them he did, first kiss, first oral experience, and of course, the first man inside you. Whenever his brothers argue with him, he never ceases to bring up that fact, even if it causes you to hit him on the back of the head. And Mammon was proud of that fact; it was his way to be greedy with you, to indulge in his sin without stowing you away in his dragon hoard. That was why when he found out you and Diavlao had been discussing the first human-demon hybrid in being born Devildom to improve human/devil relations, he almost lost his shit.
“With the Demon Lord?” Mammon whined out, “How did this even come up!”
“He brought it up, Mammon, not me!” You argued, crossing your arms over your chest, huffing, “What did you even think I said to him? We just started dating!”
“nuh-uh. This is not happening, treasure.”
“I know you did not just nuh-uh me.” You shot your partner a look, and he puffed out his cheeks.
“Diavalo hasn’t even told Devildom you guys are official yet!” Mammon argued, sitting next to you on his pool table, plopping his head in your lap like a sad puppy. “And you wanna have a baby with him? HIM?”
“Mammon-”
“Like, what does he have that I don’t? I’m your first, ya’ know. I mean-”
“Mammon.” You carded your fingers through his white hair, and he ceased all talking to look into your eyes. “I’m not having a baby with Dia,” His eyes lit up like shiny gold coins, “I told him no. Especially because we just made ourselves official. If we said yes, we would’ve skipped like a thousand steps in a new relationship, plus-”
“And cause he’s totally lame, right, and not hot at all. Okay, maybe a little hot his tits are like so much bigger than yours.” Mammon rambled, reaching up and squeezing your breast for emphasis, and you shot him a dirty look. He smirked, “Honk,” he squeezed it teasingly, and you sighed at his antics.
“No idiot. I told him no because I want to have a baby with you first.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Mammon jolted up, hand still on your boob, “You wanna have a baby with me.” You swore if he had a tail, it’d be wagging, “and not the Demon Lord? All mine?”
“You’re making it weird, Mammon…” you couldn’t hide the smile from spreading across your lips, “but yeah, I promised you, didn’t I? That you’d be the first to everything. What do you say,” mused watching as horns fizzled onto his forehead “Want to be the first to make me a mommy?”
“Fuck yeah, treasure.” Mammon flipped you over so your back was pressed against the cool pool table. His wings spread behind him as he pinned you against the table; you hummed pleasantly, laying your hands against his chest, nails tapping on the buttons.
“Off puppy.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Mammon barked, unbuttoning his top and tossing it aside, flexing his muscles, keeping an eye out for your reactions. It seemed optimistic as you eyed him hungrily, tongue sticking out of your bottom lip, “You too, treasure. Wanna see my pact mark.” He purred, leaning down to nip tenderly at your ear. He felt your chest move with a soft giggle,
“Don’t you want to rip it off me?” You teased, and Mammon’s wings fluttered a few beats, tearing your top down the middle and letting your breasts bounce in your bra. It was a gorgeous black with gold accents on cups, just Mammon’s style.
“God, look at you,” He practically pants, hand palming your breast through your bra, squeezing tenderly, “perfect for me. Perfect for my babies.” He licked his fangs as you shuddered under his touch, your legs squeezed around his toned waist. “Aw? Does that turn you on? Me talking about making you a mommy?” You flushed, looking away from him, and he tutted, pointing a painted nail under your chin, “Come on baby, tell me you want it.”
“I want it.” You breathed, looking him dead in the eyes, “wanna be a mommy, have your babies.” And Mammon sucked in a breath through his fangs,
“Fuck yeah, you do. That’s so hot.” Mammon grinned, pressing a kiss to the middle of your breasts right where your pact mark with him sat, and it caused you both to shudder. “Do my brothers know?”
“No, only you. Don’t you think Levi would let me anywhere near you if I told him you’d be my first-” You groaned as Mammon’s hips ground against yours, clearly enjoying this secret between you, “Or even Asmo. Still, we would have the opposite problem, and he’d fight you for who could get me pregnant first.” You teased with a hitching breath, feeling Mammon’s hand unclip your bra with ease, moving his mouth to take a nipple in your mouth. You moan, hands grabbing onto his horns, and he visibly shuddered under your hands, groaning around your bud.
“Just imagining these puppies even bigger, as they fill with milk, is making me so fucking hard.” Mammon grinned, sucking marks onto the swell of your breaths, causing you to moan sweetly and squirm.
“Stop teasing me.” You argue, tugging on his horns and pulling him away from your breasts; he tossed his head back with a deep groan, arms and body visibility quivering.
“Stop the pulling,” He growled voice low and gravely,
“Why? You gonna cum?” You purred, rolling your hips against his prevalent hard-on, causing him to moan again.
“Stop being a brat,” He hissed, but you both knew he didn’t have the same bite that Lucifer or Satan did when commanding you. So you just smirked, sliding your hand down Mammon’s low-rise jeans and cupping his heaviness gently. “S-Shit treasure come o-n-” A simple touch, and you have the Avatar of Greed in the palm of your hand, literally. You could practically see the tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as you worked him out of his jeans, “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” He panted, kicking his pants to the side while sliding yours down and ripping your new panties to shreds.
“Mammon! Those were new!”
“You look better this way anyway.” Mammon mused, flicking your clit expertly with his fingers, causing you to twitch and suck in a breath through your teeth. “Shit baby, you’re so wet for me; you really wanna have my baby huh?” He slid his long fingers into you, and you moaned, your back arching off the table hotly.
“Yes. Yes. Yes Mammon. Please fill me up; I want to feel you stretching me to my limit.”
“Fuck yeah. Fuck baby,” He panted, sliding down his underwear messily, his cock springing free. You always loved his cock, it wasn’t overly large, but fuck was it thick and filled you up just perfectly. “Lemme put it inside,”
“Do it.” You demanded, skipping the usual foreplay between the two of you; the atmosphere was too hot and heavy to skip to the main event. “Make me scream.” Mammon didn’t need any more encouragement as he slammed his entire length into you and screamed you did as nails dug into Mammon’s broad shoulders. His eyes were flared in greedy hunger, taking in the sigh of you taking his cock so well, relishing how your walls fluttered around him.
“So tight, we’ll fix that right up,” Mammon groaned, consumed by lust. “Gonna pump you so full you’ll be dripping with me for days, and if none of my seed takes this time,” he slowly pumped his hips in and out of your body as the sound of skin on skin slapping filled the room. “We’ll fuck as many times a day it takes till you’re swollen with my litter,” He purred. Sticking his tongue out and licking a hot stripe up your neck, the room filled with your sounds of pleasure. “I know how much of a slut you are; how many of my babies do you want in you? Cause now that we’re getting started, I ain’t stopping.” He teased, hearing your whines pick up as you moved your hips in rhythm with his own. He could see the outline of his cock as it bulged inside you; he pressed down on his cock inside you, causing you both to moan loudly. “My little golden whore,” Mammon mused, kissing your lips and swallowing your moans with his mouth and tongue. Mammon felt the way your breathing began to hitch, “You close?” He watched you nod rapidly drool pooling out of your mouth, “Damn, I fucked you stupid, huh?” He snickered, and you moaned louder as he began to piston out of you at a much more aggressive rate. You could feel the tip of his cock brush against your cervix, begging for entrance into your fertile womb.
“MAMMON!”
“That’s it. Say my name as you cum,” He hissed, watching your pact light up in a golden yellow. Your walls clenched around him like a vice grip, legs locking him in place as you tossed your head back in gorgeous ecstasy. Seeing the sight alone had Mammon howling and biting into your neck as he spilled inside you, pump after pump of his seed filling your womb full as you babbled nonsense against his chest as he purred. “Good girl did so well for me,” He whispered, peppering kisses over your forehead. “You’re gonna make such a good Mommy.”
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"The Other Woman"
synopsis: its a mean one. gojo is cheating on his girlfriend with you and the guilt of sadness of it all is starting to hit you. practically a flashback and a psychological breakthrough contemplating why you tolerate his shit. but whether you continue to is an entirely more difficult question.
content: smut, jjk x reader, cheating gojo satoru x reader, vaginal sex, rough, hair pulling, unprotected, gojo on top, angry sex, dom, angst, asshole gojo, etc idk i dont write smut often lmao
for clarification; gojo would NEVER cheat, at least that's what I think. uh I just had this really neat, angsty idea linked to this song, and I know how to write gojo better than any other character. granted, toji or most definitely sukuna would fit better, but again, don't know how to write those characters as well. i also think this is a very poor interpretation of gojo and his personality, but it cruely exposes his flaws related to being a little boasty f-boy. hope it doesn't disappoint too much, i am not an experienced writer <3
deepest apologies for any typos and grammatical errors. literally editing this at 1 am ♡
word count: 1,526
As much as you hated thinking about it, you were undeniably the other woman. You were the woman Gojo would sneak out of the room to text once his girlfriend fell asleep. You were the woman he would call when he got lonely and sad. You were the woman he would take out on secret dates across town. And, of course, you were the woman Gojo would ruthlessly fuck at the local motel.
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“Fuckkk” Gojo would greedily groan as he slid his thick member in and out of your squelching hole. “You're nothing like her…” He chuckled to himself in awe as his grip on your hips tightened.
“So- fuckin’ tight~!” He bared through gritted teeth.
You shifted your weight slightly, burying your head down into the sheets with furrowed brows. Your long locks of hair fell loosely over your shoulders, draping down over your forehead. You only hum lazily in response, a bored expression on your face as he pounded into your little pussy.
God, he felt painfully good, but you hated when he compared you to her. You hated the way it made you think too much. And for awfully too long. Your eyes drifted off into long, angry thought. Gojo noticed this, and he also hated when you weren't receptive to him.
He had you bent over on your stomach, breasts smushed against the sheets as his hips rolled against your ass. The man lowered himself to your head, his warm breath tickling your neck. In a swift motion, he moved his hands toward your stomach and pressed firmly, pushing himself deeper inside you. His thrusts soon became rough and intentional… like he was testing your limits.
He managed to get a whimper out of you, your face contorting slightly with his change in pace. “Nngh~”
You tried to remain nonchalant though, turning your face away from him, not letting him see your arousal.
With the hand that wasn't clenching your stomach, he pulled a large chunk of your hair to the left, forcing you to meet his piercing eyes. They were narrow and.. almost dark with deep passion.. anger.. whatever it was your actions made him feel.
“Not feelin’ it hon?” He questioned with only slight irritation in his voice.
"Am I doing a crap job, hm?” He asks in a low voice, humor and frustration swirling into one.
Both of your heads were bobbing up and down with the intensity of his thrusts, heavy pants accompanying that. Still, he managed to stare into your soul as awaited your response. The room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin slapping and the reserved whimpers you let out through tight lips.
You avoided his eyes, closing them while trying to endure the pain. Each thrust sent him further inside you, his hips barely moving away from yours. It's like he was nearly locked in place with you, his hips bucking back and forth, keeping a small distance between your bodies. His grip on your body was tight, holding onto your hair and waist like his life fucking depended on it.
He scoffed at your silence, yanking at your hair again, harder this time, causing your head to whip back. You finally broke, your mouth was open and now loud. He seemed to have reached your core, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot. Each time, you swore you saw stars. It's like he was becoming one with you, his entire size stuffing you grossly.
“Ah, ah ah!! S-Satoru-nn!!” You pleaded, your voice loud and squeaky, yet barely coherent.
“Don't- fucking ignore me…” He spoke in a low growl, his voice breaking in a similar manner to yours.
He placed his temple against yours, your foreheads now pressed against each other as his movements grew more sloppy and erratic. His grip on your hair was still tight, practically using it for support as his body moved restlessly against you. Your scalp wss being stressed, strands sure to fall out after it's next brush.
“What's wrong, hm? Before.. I-” He stopped, struggling to speak and fuck you at the same time, “Before I pull out.. tell.. me” He panted heavily in an ugly rhythm with your moans, a lewd melody of slaps and grunts filling the air.
He was close, you felt him throb inside you, and you were too. Your walls began to enclose, almost trapping him inside your hole. “Tight fuckin’ cunt…” He grunted lowly, chuckling to himself once again at the marvel that was your pretty little pussy.
You shut your eyes tight as your orgasm neared, mouth gaped open, trying to find the right words. What could you possibly utter to him? You hated that he was in this secret “relationship” with you.. yet you let it fly. Why, though? Speak up, tell him! And so you did.
In broken words and whimpers, “Break.. up with her..” You regretted the words as soon as they escaped your lips, biting your entire lower lip in immediate guilt.
Gojo's hips stuttered a bit, your words clearly catching him by surprise. But you were too lost in the rhythm to stop. You felt a rising sensation in your stomach, a hungry desire to completely let loose everywhere. It was strong, so very strong, and you just needed this orgasm so badly. Your pussy was puffy and throbbing, his large member surely leaving you sore. He fucked and fucked and fucked, that lovely spot being tapped and played with till it went off. Shortly after, you came all over his cock, juices spilling out and dripping onto the bed. He fucked your cunt still, helping you ride out your orgasm as he neared his. Your eyes rolled back, the feeling of being emptied and filled all over again overstimulating you immensely, yet satisfying your desire so beautifully.
He followed shortly after, shooting his load inside you accompanied by the release of your hair, relief washing over the both of you. Letting out a heavy, slutty breath into your ear, he slowed down significantly, gently fucking the mixture of cum inside of you. Your head was soon back on the bed, red from shame and regret at what you said before. However the man simply pulled out and collapsed beside you, both of you simply laying on your stomachs, backs rising and falling with the aftermaths of an intense session. He raised his hand to your head, caressing your scalp in a comforting manner, as to apologize for the pulling and yanking.
He sighed, a worrisome look on his pretty fuck-boy face. “Break up with her?” He whispered.. sounding sad… Sad?
This asshole, what did he have to be sad about? You were the one crying yourself to sleep every night and eating alone more often than not. And imagine how his girlfriend would feel if she knew? This entitled, pretty asshole.
Your eyebrows furrowed angrily, turning your head to face the white-haired man. “Yes. She doesn't deserve to be cheated on for one, now you're just leading her on. Are you that dense or what?”
His head pulled back slightly in a contorted facial expression, seemingly offended by your comment. But he knew you were right, his eyes drifting away in thought. “You're right… Just.. let's sleep on it.” He sighed, his eyes fluttering shut.
Yeah, he sure did have a habit of putting this off. He'd always find an excuse not to think about it or talk about it.
You huffed, pulling away from his touch and rolling out of the trashy motel mattress. “No, that's your decision.”
He pissed you off, his eyes fluttering open again and stupidly following you with the dumb puppy face. You ignored him though, limping your way to the bathroom with a change of clothes.
Took a piss, showered, and changed within the next 20 minutes, you stepped out fully clean and refreshed. You dried up your hair a few feet away from the bed, Gojo watching your every move. Your face was scrunched up and angry, hating the fact that he was looking at you so desperately right now. Why'd you even let him fuck you?
“I'm going home,” You grabbed your bag and phone, heading for the door.
Without even realizing, Gojo was rushing out of bed, quickly stumbling toward you, “Fuck do you mean? I'm not driving you back over right now..” He leaned against the door frame butt naked, dick hanging loose and head tilted sideways.
You pushed his chest lightly, “Put some clothes on, get some sleep. I'll take a bus or something.” Again, you turn away from him, heading for the door knob.
Gojo's hand grabbed your arm, tugging you softly. “Why are you mad… baby… you know how this goes..” He practically pleaded, a tired and worn out expression on his stupid face.
“Cut it out, please I'm done Satoru I'm tired of feeling like shit every day.” You threw your head back, sadness and anger finally broke through.
“I'll cut her off, okay?” He spoke quickly and firmly, almost as if just to shut you up. After that, it was all a blur.
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That day though, you fell for the facade, running right back into his arms, climbing right back into that bed, and continuing to be just the other woman.
Why you still do it? For the thrill? For the love? You sat for hours thinking about it, writing about it, crying about it. You almost told his girlfriend a couple of times. You have countless pages saved in your notes explaining everything to her, yes everything. But your heart and soul know you won't ever tell her, better yet jeopardize the “relationship” you have right now.
“Hey love…” He would greet you, caressing your cheek and brushing through your hair with his pale slender fingers. “You're so beautiful baby… I don't deserve you.” He smiled warmly at you, love genuinely radiating from his body.
Was any of that real? He was right though. A cheater doesn't deserve you. But you weren't any fucking better that's for sure. You're not sure when this will end, but damn you hope it ends with you finally being content and happy. No longer, the other woman.
#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#jjk#angst#smut#jjk smut#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#Spotify#lana del rey#jjk men
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Please, elaborate more on these Hazbin Hotel headcanons. I’m very interested in hearing about them.
I would like to preface all my posts on headcanons related to psychology and mental illness with a disclaimer: diagnosing mental conditions, especially personality disorders, can be extremely challenging. It's a complicated process that relies heavily on a psychologist's interpretation of facts, making it susceptible to biases. Personality disorders cannot be diagnosed based on surface-level observations and are not just labels that we can assign to people like in the case of MBTI. Additionally, I am not a clinician with any expertise in diagnosing people. Therefore, the following post should not be taken as a reliable professional opinion. It's simply my interpretation of the internal mechanisms that may be responsible for the behavior of certain characters in my fan fiction. Furthermore, I want to make it clear that I have no intention of stigmatizing people with personality disorders by associating them with villains. A personality disorder does not determine someone's character or make them a bad person. Some characters may be evil because of the choices they make, not as a result of their mental conditions.
Since you didn't ask about anything specific, I'll just give some headcanons on Vs since I think about them the most.
> Vs are not a polycule, it's VoxVal + Velvette because she would never touch any of these losers. What's more, Vox and Val are extremely sexist (I mean it's kinda canon, we heard how they speak about women) so if she had sex with any (or both) of them, she would no longer be one of the boys and become one of the bitches.
> Vox has NPD, Val has BPD, Vel has APD.
> Vox is continuously overstimulated because he's constantly connected to his web. That's why snaps so easily and sometimes goes through 5 stages of grief in 5 seconds. He could disconnect (and sometimes he does) but he's too much of a control freak to not lurk constantly.
> During his life on earth, Valentino had a terrible, toxic father. Very much machismo who abused him relentlessly for being queer. (Not that I want to make him sympathetic, I just think that evil people are often miserable before they become evil.) Because Val is very queer, not just "man occasionally fucking other men", he's always been loud and proud pansexual and gender non-conforming. He wasn't some kind of activist, very concerned about queer issues, he just refused to stay in the closet out of spite, and because it made men around him uncomfortable. He just enjoyed being perceived as a deviant. It was one of the things that eventually got him killed.
> Vox is like a hardcore sadist. He cuts people open just to feel powerful.
> During his life on Earth, Vox used to be extremely homophobic because his bisexuality was threatening to his masculinity. He's also the embodiment of toxic white masculinity from the 50's. He actually did some personal growth in Hell, eg. He gave up racism, homophobia, transphobia, and most other -phobias, and now he despites everyone rather equally. He just bullies women more because misogynistic violence is a low-hanging fruit.
> So with Velvette I had some fun because she manifested in Hell not so long ago and happened to be as powerful as other Vs, who had much more experience and souls collected. So I assumed she must be completely deranged. I came up with the idea that she used to be a toxic influencer who built a cult-like following around her. She weaponized it against multiple people, ruining lives, and manipulating kids into committing crimes or even suicides. Her methods are very fine, Vox and Val have nothing on her when it comes to cruelty.
> Velvette is not misogynistic per se but she despises weak women who can't fight for themselves. That's why other Vs behavior don't bother her, she doesn't feel threatened by their aggression.
> Angel Dust has BPD and an eating disorder. That's why he fell for Valentino so terribly, to trust him with his soul. He used to think that Valentino is the only person fucked up enough to truly love him as damaged as he'd been. (More hc about Val and Angel here). Actually Val has a very similar backstory to him - a queer, gender non-conforming man in a very masculine environment (I'm not sure how canonic is Angel working for the Italian Mafia at this point but I stick to it until proven otherwise).
Other headcanos about Vox and Val ❤️🩵
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My, Penitence
real!dad leon kennedy x afab!reader
the content ahead may contain incest topics, sexual content, blood, p in v , noncon, "L" bombs, abuse, love bombing / manipulation & more. please turn away if this makes you uncomfortable. this your only warning ! !
an: wow this is a long one-- it was a fic that was on my mind for a while 👀 i finally have gotten to finish it after so long, might have some mistakes maybe im not entirely sure, i was in the zone writing this. ><;; i also envisioned vendetta leon for this if that helps ahhh..
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You slowly started to get desperate for your dad. It was an unusual feeling — Why would you have these feelings with him? Oh, of course it faded at some point, yeah.. But you eventually fell right back into it. You'll never understand how things happened so fast but you weren't necessarily complaining in the end. Without him, you were nothing. secretly in the back of your head with your deepest darkest secrets. Not like you had anything else going for you anyways.
You might as well be his new wife, right?
_
You remember it like yesterday, the day you finally had confessed to your father about your sick feelings towards him. You explained it in great detail.. How he made you feel, what you specifically dreamed of. You practically spilled the beans on everything in your head.
"I know you're my dad but.."
"But?"
"I.."
You struggled to even get it out, but now it was better than never. If you didn't, he'd never know and you'll forever be in distress. Sure, you had to take your chances of flipping a coin.. Heads if he also felt the same way or was just as freaky as you. Or tails, where he'd look at you in disgust and get you some kind of therapy or something. Ooor... Maybe even lock you away for even having those kinds of thoughts. But you never thought of the 'in-between'. Hypothetically, what if he has those thoughts but feels guilty?
Hell, you didn't know. Fuck a coin flip at this point.. You wanted to just blurt it out and tell him how you felt.
"I think I'm in love with you.. You've made me feel things no other guy has and I-"
"What?"
The tone he gave off was enough to shatter your poor little heart right in that moment. You stared wide eyed while he stared back at you with a concerned look. He wasn't having it, you already knew ahead of time. He didn't even have to speak for you to understand how he was feeling.
"Sweetheart, no.. Look-"
He sighs, putting a hand on your shoulder while frowning. Leon never in his days expected to handle something of this nature, but he tried to handle it the best way he could. He wanted nothing more than to be a good father. Not.. A father who sleeps with his daughter.
"Those thoughts you are having? It's not normal.. I can't be with you." He explains, "You're my daughter. My angel, my everything. Raised you since you were a little thing. I can't just.."
Get with your own daughter? Have sexual relations with your daughter? Yeah..
You knew what the answer was. It was a solid no. He didn't continue his sentence, just stood there awkwardly, processing what was even said and how to respond again. How could you casually say that anyways?
"Sorry-"
"No, it's fine. Those feelings are normal I suppose, but it-"
"I'm sorry."
You didn't give him time to say anything else, you instantly stormed off to your room and slammed the door. Loudly at that. It rang his ears, really pushing the nail into his skin some more after that as if it wasn't bad enough earlier. He stood there for a little longer before cursing under his breath, ruffling his hair with his hand in a frustrated manner. How was he gonna deal with you after this? Who knows...
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As if things couldn't have gotten anymore worse than it was after that 'confession' you made - a divorce happened between your parents. Your mother was yelling at your father when you came back home from work and all you saw was furniture and glass all over the floor. Your eyes were wide and your mother stormed past you without a word. Didn't even bat an eye in your direction.
"Mom!?"
You call out but it's too late, she's already in the car and rushed off. Gone. You're standing there, eyes wide and Leon in the back with nothing to say. What could he say after that? Right. Nothing. The breeze from outside was loud and so was the silence you and your father had after your mother left. She left everything behind, didn't even return later. Didn't even take you with her? Of course, it was the heat of the moment but she didn't even seem to care to have you by her side, just left you along with your dad.
This wasn't gonna end well with it just being you and him. (Considering what happened earlier that week..)
_
You weren't the type to complain about silence or anything but the silence in the house since that day had made you uneasy. Worst of all? Your father was an alcoholic now. He didn't take the divorce well and very much did miss his wife, at least from what you assumed. They were the 'shining bright' couple after all. But surely there were flaws that hid beneath it all. No relationship is perfect anyways and you knew that well enough.
But off topic of the relationship. You were worried, when he made nothing but whiskey his only 'diet' with some occasional sandwiches here and there. But it was slowly getting worse and worse by the day. You kept your distance, not really bothering to interact with him as much since you knew people under the influence of alcohol weren't entirely .. 'Okay' in the head. And yeah, yeah.. You still felt icky about the whole crush thing and how you loved your father in a different way but — You felt as if it was a phase since you haven't acted upon it for a while.
Must've actually been healing.. Maybe it was good he rejected you and you had a chance to reflect. Be a normal human being in society.
But that didn't go as planned. Things were too good to be true. Your always drunk father not doing anything to you for a while and ignoring you? Of course he wouldn't stay that way for long.
"Sweetheart."
"Hey?"
One night he was stumbling towards your room after being out for some hours, hand pressed on the door as it swung open. You jumped, pulling your headphones off while you laid there on your bed with your work all scattered around the surface. You and your father hadn't actually sat down and spoke after the divorce. It was constant repeat of:
"Hi." , "Hey." , "How are you?", "Good.."
You reply, already smelling the booze off of him from across the room. You could visibly see the eyebags from him and his unkept hair. He had his stormy blues locked on you before he groaned, slyly shutting the door and moved towards your bed, sitting down on the edge while tilting his head.
"Mm...What are you up to angel?.. Math..? Science.. Reading?"
He surely was out of it, swaying a tiny bit while keeping his gaze on you. Didn't even glance at the papers which were boldly labeled math. You were quiet, for a good reason — he practically stared you down the whole time with shaky breaths. Y 'couldn't blame him though, he did drink like it was water and was anywhere but sober.
"Math.. But, what do you want? I'm trying to finish my w-"
"You."
"What?"
"You."
You felt the skin on your hair raise when he repeated himself. You remember hearing him the last time sounding like you when you had that stupid taboo moment, almost went through with it too until you changed. Improved as a person but for him? He wasn't thinking straight. If anything, he wanted nothing more to listen to the back of his head - the deepest darkest things.
"I want you sweetheart.. Need...Need you.."
He mutters, snaking his hands along your thighs. You smack them away of course, staring at him with that wide eyed expression. You almost felt disgusting when he touched you. He was your father. Your real father.
"Dad! What the fuck, no!"
You hissed, seeing him pause after you smacked his hands away, denying his 'love'. He had stared back wide eyed too but soon enough that expression went into a furious one. He moved closer to you before pinning you down beneath him, rolling you onto your back — placing one hand down on your neck and the other on your thigh. He squeezes your thigh, looking down at you with teary, sluggish eyes.
He looked nothing like the father you knew.. He was awful.
"I'm your father.. Y 'should love me."
He says, tightening his grip on your thigh and soon after your neck. He squeezed hard.. Making you gasp for air for a moment while he nearly stopped your circulation of blood and breathing.
"Dad- gh.. D..dad!—"
You go into a state of panic. Things were happening too fast for you to even react. Your hands had smacked along his arms before you dug your nails into his skin and sobbed. He saw your tears and distress but again, the man was too far gone in the head to mentally care about 'morals'. He didn't even think they existed in this moment at all.
"You're like your mother right now..Love me to death once, then turn around and treat me like nothing."
You didn't reply, just stared wide eyed as he spoke. Doing that made things not so- Great either.
"That's it? Huh? You don't love me... What happened to when you confessed to me? — What was it... Loving your own father? Me making you feel something you never felt before when I never even fucked you or touched you?" He growls, cupping your face now which had your lips all puckered up.
"Actually.. You haven't brought it up to me again since that day.. But I've had some thought to it..."
Oh no.
Your body tensed up, hands shakily brought up to his arms as you tugged and scratched at them. Your eyes were all watery still - your throat feeling dry from his nearly choking you out for a moment. Surely, he had to have bruised it.
"N-no that's not.. It. You said it was wrong before and-"
"I lied."
He cuts you off, not even hesitating to lean in and kiss you. What the fuck..? Your eyes were wide and your body ached while his lips were pressed along yours. He kissed you passionately but sloppily. You wanted to hurl from the after taste of alcohol on his lips , still attempting to pull him off but again, nothing seemed to really work. He was much stronger than you.
"Mmh..Love you so much.. I wish I went along with your confession that day.."
He mutters into the kiss, slowly bringing his knee up in between your thighs. Panicking, you squirm like crazy and muffle out a sob — but he was so focused on this to even care about how you felt. He kept kissing you, lips molded together, saliva pouring out - it was all a complete mess.
Eventually he pulled back, leaving a string of spit from the both of your lips while grinding his knee along your crotch. Obviously, you weren't turned on. None of this had you turned on anymore. Sure, before if he did this you would have been all for it but for right now? You wanted an out from this.
"Dad stop it.. Just call for a hookup!"
You protest, trying your hardest to get him to knock it off but the more you did, the more pissed he seemed to get. He was growing impatient with you. Before you knew it, he raised his hand and smacked you across the face, making your ears ring really loud. That smack nearly took you out and it only seemed to get worse.
"I don't want a 'hookup'. I want you. Don't you understand? Why can't you just love your father. Don't you love me?"
His voice cracked, noticing you hadn't responded. Just stared to the side with a red mark across your face.
"Answer me.."
Silence.
"Answer me!"
He raises his tone— smacking you again, the ringing only getting worse and your cheeks were all swollen now. Nose eventually leaked with blood from the impact of the slaps. You teared up more at this point, the pain stinged you badly as nothing but whines came out of you. No words.
And god, that wasn't what he wanted out of you.
"..Just like your mother..."
He grunts, moving his hands to his pants - unbuckling his belt. He was doing it at a fast pace despite the state he was in as he muttered some other things under his breath that you could barely hear. Blood poured from your nose while you laid there, sniffling and shaking.
"M'gonna bring back who you were back then. I want you to love me again.."
Finally, he freed himself of his restraints and worked on you, tugging your pajama pants off and then pulled your panties to the side. Dry. Awfully dry... He frowned, staring at your puffy lips before brushing his fingers along the slit - quietly sighing.
"Not even she's happy to see me.. This isn't like you.."
He quietly said before spreading you open with his fingers, spitting on your cunt to let the spit pour down it. You could feel it, cringing really bad as you whimpered and cried. Potentially having your first with your father? That didn't sound ideal at all. You didn't want that.. So you fought, even with it being difficult.
"D..daddy.. N..no..No please.. You can't-"
"Shutup.. Let me have this... I need you to love me again."
He's prodding the tip of his cock along your barely wet hole. Saliva was there but that wasn't really much at all. You still weren't turned on by any of this to begin with.
"Need you to be.. You. Not your mother."
He moved one hand along your neck and the other on your thigh while he was in between your legs. You kept squirming and all, but you knew it was futile. Nothing was gonna work and he was gonna have his way with you whether you liked it or not. It wasn't supposed to be this way, it made your stomach twist bad. Seeing your drunk, visibly pissed father above you with his cock prodded along your entrance left you uneasy but you had to suck it up. Unfortunately.
Soon enough, he's slowly pressing his cock into you, groaning quietly from your extreme tightness. Again, you were dry with the saliva barely doing the job but he loved the feeling of your insides. You on the other hand, you felt awful. You felt the stinging pain and the pressure he added just to get his cock inside of you — But eventually he had gotten all of it inside, burying deep into you while panting and grunting above you. Then.. There it was, blood. He noticed something wet, gazing down and pulled out for a second to see some blood pouring out of you along with it coating his cock.
Normally, he'd freak out but seeing this now and realizing you'd be wet. He took the chance almost immediately.
"I'm your first? ..Ah.."
He murmured suddenly sliding back into you with ease — using your blood as lube while rocking his hips back and forth. You hated every second of it, you wanted it to end but you started to slowly falter on fighting. Laying there beneath him, feeling his fingertips on the side of your neck, brushing at the skin as he thrusted at a slow pace. But the impact was rough. He didn't even give you the time to adjust or anything, he just went for it.
"L..Leon.."
You didn't dare to call him "dad" or "daddy", you just saw him as 'Leon' during this. Not your 'dad'. He gazed down, eyes darkening when he saw you - All bruised in the face, teary eyed and body aching from the pain. He grunts, thrusting rougher now from your words. He didn't seem to like that either though, moving his hand from your neck and smacked you once again.
"Call me by what I am.."
"..I-"
"Sweetheart.."
He growls, cupping your face again while picking up the pace with his thrusts. He was getting more aggressive with you and your fragile body, nearly bruising your poor cervix from how deep he shoved himself in. He made sure to be balls deep in you, feeling your warmth, your wetness and more. He reveled in it, staring right into your eyes.
"D..daddy.."
You managed to slip that out, wincing from the tip constantly prodding along your cervix, over and over again. You were a mess, just crying instead of moaning but he was so busy enjoying your warmth. He couldn't stop himself at all even with you wanting it to end.
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Ringing. Just more ringing.. You have no idea how long it's been while you were now laid out on your tummy. On the floor where blood was splattered everywhere and along your face. You had managed to pull away earlier but he tossed you to the ground, grabbed a handful of your hair and kept pushing your head down on the floor till your face bruised up more. You were certain you passed out from it and he violated you that whole time, probably not even noticing you were blanked out. But regardless of that — In the present setting though, you were drooling with your broken moans slipping out.
"So much better than your mother. You know how to keep a man satisfied unlike her.."
He sighs quietly, slowly slipping out of you for a moment. Dried blood and liquids were on your inner thighs while you leaked with your own fluids. He had his limits, he was getting old.. So it was a little straining when he held his climax back for such a long period of time. The man was getting old after all.
He pumped his cock a bit over your shaken figure and groaned, letting his cum spurt out in ropes over your ass cheeks. You felt gross by the end of it but for him? He still didn't quite feel anything but satisfaction.
"I love you..."
He muttered, leaning over you and pulled the hair from over your face. You didn't say anything for a while, still recovering from the shock you have had the past couple of hours as you glance at him with swollen eyes. Silence lingered and at some point he felt a strain on his chest when he watched you quietly. That satisfaction from earlier didn't last at all. He had a uneasy expression plastered on his face, staring down at you with tears in his eyes now.
"I didn't mean to hurt you.."
He continues speaking, pulling you upwards against him in a warm embrace. You didn't have any room to speak to him and when he had you pulled up, you winced in pain from the movement. He did so much to you in one night, your body was too sore and broken down.
He stared down at you, seeing you slowly hug him back. You hated him for everything he did but his warmth and embrace was all you could really get as 'comfort'. You held onto him weakly, still not saying a word — You had nothing to say at all. You wanted nothing more but that silence you always hated.
You regretted ever admitting the choices you made that day. You should've kept your mouth shut. But the damage was already done, you couldn't do nothing more but lay there in his arms with tears streaming from your eyes which started to sting more than it already was.
"Love you, my angel...."
He repeats again, burying his face in your hair on the top of your head while his embrace tightened with you in it. You just kept still with your eyes wide open before you managed to quietly respond back.
"Love you too, dad..."
You put the idea in his head and you were the only one to blame for him acting this way.
It's your fault. Angel.
#dead dove do not eat#dead dove fic#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x y/n#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy#realdad!leon#dad!leon kennedy#🕍 — detowrites
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Reading through @badaziraphaletakes inspired me to make a post about reasons:
Why people tend to choose Crowley of Aziraphale, and, consequently, think Aziraphale is bad
This might be a long post, i'll cover some topics and i might get all over the place at some point! But please be patient! Can i get into it?
Inversion of values
When first watching Good Omens, you might expect a strong inversion of values, that Heaven is bad and Hell is good, angels are the oppresors and demons the victims
It is mostly religiously (religious trauma) motivated, aka "christianity is a fucking bullshit" motivated, to expect seeing the ones who calls themselfs good (Heaven, who we interpret as Christian religious figures) be actually bad (wich, in real life, they tend to be) and, the ones they cast out as evil and sinful (Hell, wich we interpret in this case as anyone the church calls sinful, like the queer comunity) to be good and innocent and just different, it makes us feel emphatic for them, even seeing that they are, indeed, bad
I believe some people just dont want to accept it, they want to believe the angels are inherently bad and the demons just questioned their bad ways
But they arent, if anything ALL angels and demons are naturally good and innocent, "oh but Gabriel!" He was naturally good, we saw it, the same with Michael and Uriel too, they're all just tainted by the strong grip Heaven demands for them to have; in episode 1 season 2, we see both Crowley (as starmaker) and Aziraphale being totally innocent and adorable, they're good by nature, no one in the story is actually evil
When this inversion of values we wish for isnt fulfilled, it might cause an annoyance, i know a lot of people who dont accept it, and just make it up because... well is expected!
Queerness
This was originally taken from a post of "Bad Aziraphale Takes"
Crowley is "more queer" than Aziraphale, at least thats how people see it as, in fics too, how many times Crowley gender is explored, with pronouns and labels and identities? While the more i saw for Aziraphale was a vulva or they/them pronouns, and never in a human au! Aziraphale is depicted and seem as a cisgender male
I have seem even people saying Aziraphale have internalized homophobia! I- how??
Found them! @theelastword made an ask on the "bad Aziraphale takes" blog that inspired this bit <3 thank you love
Need for a villain and favorites
As we saw, people that hate Aziraphale choose to see Heaven as evil, as the villain, and that is also followed by many people who dont hate Aziraphale! Well, might i say that... we dont have a real villain in Good Omens? The angels arent evil for wishing to follow what they believe to be God's plan, nor for deminishing humanity- but i'm getting ahead of myself here!
The need to see Heaven as inhetently bad, the big bad villain, makes people see Aziraphale, going back there "freely", hurting Crowley's feelings, saying Hell/demons are the bad guys (wich they ARE?? There is not an inversion of values!) As him being evil, as him going to the side of the villain instesd of choosing Crowley, going back to CROWLEY'S abusers, not his, not theirs, Crowley
I do believe humans have a natural need to have favorites, when you're a kid is always "wich caracther of this cartoon am i?" and later is always "wich do i relate to more? Wich do i like more?", and people choose Crowley for all those reasons above and probally some personal ones too
So! As a small conclusion:
People choose to prefer Crowley, they choose to see Crowley as better because he's a "good demon", he's the victim that fell from Heaven and hates Hell, he's the queer caracther, he's kind and genuine and helps Aziraphale and have a car he loves
Because of the idea that Aziraphale is: A) opposite to Crowley; B) an Angel! (The abusers! The bad guys! The evil!); C) a BAD angel for that matter, he's selfish and mundane and comes across as rude to Crowley (because he acts so fucking autistic too!); people tend to DISLIKE Aziraphale, small simple minded people, but people nonetheless
I know the whole post is a bit over the place, it might sound confusing here and there, but i really wanted to put all this together to try and understand why people hate Aziraphale
I though maybe this can give a small input on why people think like that, it sures helps me to understand how they think that and what they mean by their terrible takes! I guess is mostly them being naive
Oh! You know how in the 2000's the media was demonizing femininity by having blond, pink, feminine villains in their high school romances? How we, to this day, tend to see feminine girls as fake, vulgar, naive, etc? How most teen girls go through a "not like other girls phase" because of that?
Same principle! Is the same reason for why they see Heaven and Aziraphale as evil
I hope someone can appreciate this lil silly thoughs put together <3
#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#innefable husbands#good omens 2#badaziraphaletakes#good aziraphale takes#for once
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superbat fic idea: au wherein bruce and clark had been friends since highschool and best friends in college. and one day, one of their mutual friends (let's say jake bcus im bad at naming characters) asks clark what's his deal with bruce bcus he wants to ask bruce out and clark, bcus he's a dumbass and a sweetheart, says he doesn't need to ask bcus he doesn't own bruce and no they're not dating. so jake goes and asks bruce out and for some reason bruce agrees to it and clark is heartbroken except he doesn't know he is bcus he hasn't realised his feelings for bruce and like a sweet moron that he is, he chalks up the feeling to a brotherly possessiveness and him being afraid that jake will hurt bruce or smth.
and after their date, jake (thinking that clark is supportive of his newly established relationship with bruce) comes over and talks about the date with clark. and clark is miserable.
jake is like, "i took bruce to the movies to see murder, she baked: just desserts bcus you told me he likes crime fiction, and i like romance." all proud and happy
and clark has an out of body experience bcus: "bruce doesn't like hallmark. he thinks it's pointless bcus he can always tell how it's going to end." he definitely doesn't mean to blurt that out but rao have mercy on him he's speechless. and to his own embarrassment, he adds, "he never agreed to watch one with me."
"oh, shit, really? but he said he wanted to give it a try?" and jake goes all contemplative before his eyes go wide. "oh shit. he fell asleep half way through it but he was leaning on my shoulder so i thought he just, you know, used that as an excuse? oh shit, i really have to find a way to make it up to him."
meanwhile clark is hyperventilating bcus bruce willingly watched a hallmark movie and fell asleep next to another person. which he rarely ever did. and he had told clark so. bcus clark thought he's one of the only three people bruce felt safe to sleep around.
and then round and round the angst goes until clark realises his feelings for bruce and why he's been acting like a mopy teenager going through his emo phase and then straight up confesses to bruce, not expecting any positive outcome. and bruce is all like "fuck i didn't think i have a chance." and it turns out that the reason bruce agreed to go on a date with jake was to get over clark, and the reason he agreed with the hallmark movie was bcus clark always talked about it and bruce always wanted to try it out and he thought, why not now, and the reason he fell alseep with jake was bcus jake had worn clark's perfume (which clark remembered vividly: jake had ran in to clark's room, telling him about the date, using clark's perfume and then hastily left (also clark is definitely a perfume guy don't tell me otherwise)) and bruce felt safe with the scent.
so everything bruce did was all clark-related reasons even though bruce tried his best to get over him. and jake had even told bruce that he brought up clark half the time they were together even though they were supposed to be on dates. and bruce is embarrassed but what he can he do? he's in love after all.
#this also oddly sounds like a hallmark movie#but damn it i just want some angst and a happy ending in my life alright#superbat#if i have money i will pay someone to write this#but it so happens that im not bruce wayne#trying a new tag:#manman#bcus it's funny and way better than superbat lmaoo
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EDGING. GOJO SATORU
☽☾ CONTENTS NSFW, kinda college gojo but is also still jujutsu related? like he’s still the greatest sorcerer blah blah but you are in college.. idk, edging (m!receiving), oral sex (m!receiving), gojo being a little shit, a little dacryphilia if you squint, fwb to lovers ᵎᵎ wc 4k
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gojo satoru was a hard person to be around. he was loud, he was rude, he loved annoying people and getting reactions out of them. but most of all, he loved to annoy you.
what was worse than that was no one could explain his fixation on you, the reason for all his taunting. it happened suddenly and with each day it grew more and more frequent, more and more annoying. it’s not that you hated him. when he wasn’t like that, which was rare, satoru was a very nice person to be around, always cracking jokes and making sure nobody has a bad mood when around him. but god, was it hard to resist the urge to slap him across the face.
and unfortunately for you, because things can never go easy, this little feud between you guys escalated. and from wanting to beat the shit out of him, you now found yourself wanting to get pounded by him instead. it happened suddenly one day as satoru took your phone and dangled it above your head. since the height difference was significant, satoru took great pleasure in watching your whine and jump around, cursing at him like a roadman and begging him to give you back your phone.
he went on with his joke for so long that he had caught you against a wall, grinning ear to ear as he held the phone up high, above your reach zone. you pretended to give up before bolting up and trying to get it again, failing. of course he had seen through your motives. god, was he annoying. wait… why was he?…
suddenly, probably because of the proximity you were at, which had never occurred before, heat rose from your feet to your neck and all the way up to your face as you were hit with a horrible realisation. fuck. you liked gojo satoru. luckily for you, suguru had appeared in that moment and told satoru to knock it off and, since satoru only listened to him, he gave you your phone back. which was enough time for you to go back to your room and start having a crisis about your newly found realisation.
the next few weeks you were avoiding satoru with everything in your power, taking different paths around campus as to not go near him and sticking to shoko wherever you went, making up dumb excuses when he approached. it was bothering him. a lot. so he took it upon himself to spy on you and find out when you were alone. and once he did…
“why are you avoiding me?” satoru places a heavy hand to your shoulder, making you jolt and spin around in horror. oh god, he looked so good. his messy hair fell lazy above his forehead, a grimace on his pouty, glossy lips. his nose was scrunched and his glasses fell to the side, blue eyes staring into yours. you might’ve caught a glimpse of his eyes turning into a grey-ish shade, in anger.
“i’m not” you mutter, unable to take your eyes off of him. the man before you scoffs, his lips twisting into a smile filled with anger. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so angry.
“at least don’t lie to me. was it something i said?” he asks bitterly as he grabs your forearm, scared you might run away again “be honest” you feel a slight wavering tone in his voice.
“i can’t” you mutter. satoru’s eyes soften as he watches your eyes trail from his all the way down to his lips. your mouth parts slightly, unable to speak as you swallow the lump in your throat. his grip loosens, palm trailing up and finding your neck, thumb resting on your chin. you breathing hitches, eyes almost shooting out from your orbits.
you don’t even remember how the first kiss happened. something along the lines of “can i?” and rapid nodding. it was soft, gentle and full of want. well, until it turned into something messier as you both poured your pent up feelings into each other’s mouths.
the next few days were spent sneaking into empty rooms or into hidden corners and making out desperately, tugging at each other’s clothes as an excuse to not express what you actually felt. and slowly but surely, you found yourself into satoru’s sheets after a party.
your relationship with him was a weird one. on the outside you were acting just like before, taunting each other with annoying comments and gestures while behind close doors you took out every tension by being in his arms, by letting him take care of your body in such a way that made your head spin.
and obviously, with the way you reacted to his touch, satoru’s ego had multiplied by a tenfold. whatever comment he made about you — your hair, the grimace on your face, the way you ate —translated into the heated moments that went on when he banged on your door late at night and slid between your legs with ease. was your hair bad earlier? look how much messier it was now that he had his hand wrapped in it as you sucked him off. were you being mean to him that morning? oh, how stupid you looked now, crying his name into the pillow as he split you open.
satoru had no idea how to express his feelings to you. all that he believed was going on was one sided, thinking you were in this whole mess just because you found him attractive. and of course he noticed the longing stares, the softening of your tone when you spoke to him and the gentle kisses you pressed to his heating skin after your late night escapades. but maybe it was selfish for him to think there’s anything else behind that. after all, he was used to people not caring about who gojo satoru is, rather than what gojo satoru can do.
one day, however, satoru had crossed the line. you woke up in a bad mood, spilling coffee on your uniform and almost splitting your head open by walking face first through a door, which he obviously noticed and made a case about. he had taken advantage of your state to make even more fun of you, cheeks tinted pink and grinning from ear to ear as he pestered you. by that point, shoko and geto were tired of the way you two looked at each other, the affectionate undertone of satoru’s teasing being evident.
“can you get a room? some of us are trying to eat here” shoko spits out as geto nods quietly. satoru smirks, head leaning to the side as you tried to ignore him by playing with your food. the last thing you wanted to do was get a room with satoru right now, lest you knocked his teeth out.
“get a room, huh? she wouldn’t know what to do if she had me all for herself anyway” satoru’s teasing eyes searched for yours as your hand gripped the chopsticks. this idiot. not only was he trying to get you mad, he was also not even smooth about it. geto scoffed, leaning on his arm.
“you give yourself too much credit, satoru. i think she’d fold your ass” you smiled at the comment which clearly wounded satoru’s fat ego. geto retorted your smile, mischievous eyes looking to his best friend as shoko giggled and lit up a cigarette.
“you hurt me, suguru… i thought we were best friends” satoru dramatically states as he slaps a hand to his chest. you roll your eyes as suguru lets out a small chuckle “after all, pretty sure she’d let herself get folded by me. actually–“
you slapped your chopsticks to the table and stood up. shoko was almost sure she could see steam coming out of your ears. “will you guys excuse me?” you grit your teeth as you walked back to your room, feeling the smirk satoru was giving you burn through your shoulder blades.
not long after you got to your room, three jolly knocks followed “go away, satoru” you threatened, earning a chuckle for response. the door hinges screeched as the door opened and closed again. you took note of the sound of the key twisting closed.
“aww.. got under your skin, didn’t i?” satoru mused as he got closer. you decided not to reply as you took your uniform top off and folded it neatly on the bed. satoru’s eyes traced along your back, hands reaching for it and tracing patterns to your spine, making your skin shiver all over. you hated the lack of self control you had when he touched you.
“how about i get under your clothes next?” satoru purred as he pressed a kiss to the back your neck, making you close your eyes. no. you had to show restraint. you could feel his long index stop at the midsection your bra, digit right above your clasp, waiting. you shook your head, still not turning around.
“oh? and why not? did i get you that mad?” satoru coos in amusement as your throw your uniform on the bed harshly, turning around to face him. you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face so bad, to pull out those wondering pupils so he can stop making eye contact with your boobs instead of your eyes… too stop the throbbing of your core that so desperately craved him.
“you need to stop thinking that getting me riled up makes me want to fuck you more” you furrow your brows, crossing your arms over your chest. satoru’s gaze goes up to your eyes. then, it trails to yours lips. he only smiles, taking his glasses off and towering over you.
“oh? so it’s not working?” he takes notice of the way you squeeze your thighs at the remark. it was so cute to him, the way you were acting. trying so hard to disagree on the fact that sex wasn’t ten times better after bickering like children. “tell you what. you can keep your ideas when you stop trying to hide the fact that you want me so bad. say the word and i’m leaving”
god, was he good. what were you to do now? succumb to his taunting and admit to wanting him to throw you on the mattress and fuck you stupid or hold your ground and be left alone, having to get off by yourself — which was arguably harder after being used to satoru’s long fingers.
“fuck. you.” you said bitterly as he chuckled.
“well, do you want to?”
you decided the best way to take neither path and just get him to fuck you was to grab him by the back of his hair and pull him into a kiss, pushing your tongue into his mouth and making out sloppily. his blue eyes widen before he smiles, kissing back as he pushes you on the bed, landing on top of you with a thud. his hands work their way to your skirt, unzipping it and pulling it down to your ankles as he presses his knee to your cunt.
the feeling sends jolts throughout your whole spine and you tug at his hair, making him dip his fingernails into the skin of your waist. your kiss was angry, selfish, obsessive… perfect. satoru was trying so hard not to let you see the way a simple kiss made his mind go haywire, the way he blushed all the way to his ears and melted in your touch. he might’ve been a dick, but satoru wouldn’t know what to do if you actually told him to get out and leave. he was too far gone, too implicated.
you hooked your legs around his waist, pushing yourself well enough to flip him over and end up on top of him, pressing your hips down on his growing bulge as satoru groaned. his hands tried to hold every inch of your body, from your back to your waist, ass and thighs. you heard the unclasping of your bra as satoru pulled away, smiling.
“proved my point” he mused as you straightened your back, taking off your bra and tossing it aside, remaining only in your panties. satoru would be lying if he said his mouth was not watering at the sight, dick straining in his pants as you stared him down.
“god, can you not? so fucking annoying” you scoffed to which he snorted out a laugh, hands wrapping around your waist as he buried his face into your chest and looked up. there was truly no other place he’d rather be in, one look and you could tell. you halted his movements as he started to press ginger kisses between your breasts.
you removed his arms away from your waist, pulling away from his embrace as satoru’s breath hitched. was that it? were you going to throw him out now? it was quite funny how much of an overthinker the greatest sorcerer of all time actually was. his worry faded as soon as he saw you get on your knees in front of him, hands messing with his fly.
“i got you mad so you’re gonna suck me off now? women are so interesting” satoru smiled as he leaned back on his elbows, watching you. you rolled your eyes as he shook his head “aht aht.. don’t give me all that sass, baby. only i can make your eyes roll back into your head” and he was, unfortunately, right. no matter how much you tried to ignore it.
soon enough his pants and boxers were on the floor, his dick on full view as precum dripped from it. you took your time to stare him down, palms caressing his thighs as satoru began to act impatient “so?” he asked you smiled. he was starting to get nervous, especially with the way you were eyeing him down like he was a piece of meat.
“ask nicely” you batted your eyelashes as his mouth hung open, shocked. he couldn’t help but admire the way your eyes shone in the sunlight, the way your hair framed your face and the way your damp lips called for his own. you looked so much better in the daylight, what a fool he had been to only come over after midnight struck.
“okay, beautiful. i’ll play at your game” satoru smiled as he watched you, fingers tapping at his thigh. he thought he could bust just from the sight of you. you truly were the prettiest thing he ever layed his eyes on “please, won’t you suck me off, baby?”
you smiled, humming in satisfaction as you wrapped a hand around his base, pressing a soft kiss to his tip. satoru felt his teeth clench and his breathing stop as you trailed your kisses all the way down. he wanted you so bad, needed to have you, and if that meant he had to pretend to not love you only to be able to share these moments, he was going to do so in a heartbeat.
satoru gripped the bedsheets as you suckled on his tip, heavy breaths dropping from his lips as you started to slowly bob your head up and down. it was crazy to him how someone could be so attentive of his needs, so careful about his body and pleasure. he wished you could see how much it all meant to him. you quickened your pace as his pre mixed with your spit, making wet sounds that made his brain fog.
“fuck.. if you keep going like that i’ll cum for sure” satoru breathes out as you ignore him, now synchronising your mouth’s movements to your hand. satoru would usually try to stop himself from cumming so fast, instead focusing on your pleasure. but now that you were the one being so kind as to pleasure him, it was so hard to keep it together. you took note of the sounds he was starting to make as you held your pace.
“that’s it…. fuck.. right there..” satoru leaned his head back with a groan as you hummed against his tip. you were actually so thankful of how vocal satoru was during blowjobs because right after one stroke, two, three.. “shitshitshit… i’ll cum–“
and he would’ve. if you hadn’t stopped.
satoru’s mouth remained open, unable to register what just happened. his head snapped back up as he felt his orgasm subside, pupils shaken. and there you were, staring at him cutely as you fixed your hair “what… why… why did you stop?” satoru panted as you smiled sweetly, propping yourself up on your hands to reach his face.
satoru was in a confused daze as your breath fanned on his face “you see, you were pretty rude to me today. i won’t have that” satoru’s eyes widened at your words, realising that it was all intentional. and that it wasn’t going to stop.
“but.. you said–“
“yeah, i know. i told you to beg for it” you smiled as you traced a finger to his bottom lip “but you only asked me to suck you off, not make you finish” now, satoru was sure he was fucked.
and he was also sure of the way all the blood in his body seemed to pump to his cock, the way his body heated up at your words. you were still angry at him. you wanted to make him pay for it. it was so vile, so annoying, so… so fucking hot. satoru bit his lip as he reached for yours.
“you’re a very mean girl, has anybody told you that?” he whispered as you smiled, fixing a few stray hands of hair from his face. you leaned in, almost kissing him before pulling away last second to go down on your knees again, leaving him hanging. satoru let out a deep chuckle, slightly annoyed at the action. however, he knew he deserved it.
now, satoru tried, and i mean really tried, to act all tough while you edged him. and it worked. the first time, the second, even the third… but each time you let him get closer and closer to his release, each time you rubbed him faster, steadier, better. he felt his mind go numb as you spit on his tip, kissed it, licked his slit, played with his balls… all things that turned him on so much, things that made him want to paint those pretty face of yours white with his cum.. only to be taken away last second.
“i can’t.. please…” satoru’s chest heaved, his lips swollen from biting them so hard. you stopped your ministrations and raised yourself to his level again, fist full of spit and pre.
“what was that?” you smoothed out his cheek, wiping away sweat as he opened his teary eyes. he swallowed hard, trying to find the right words as he breathed out. you found his teary blue eyes so much prettier.
“please… i wanna cum..” he whined as you gave him a disapproving look.
“that’s it? no apology?”
“i’m sorry…” satoru sighed, trying to reach for your lips in a pathetic attempt to repair his mistake “please.. forgive me…”
you relished seeing him like this way too much. the great gojo satoru, heir of the gojo clan, strongest sorcerer and bearer of the six eyes and limitless technique.. all to your mercy. there was something erotic about the way his eyes looked for approval in yours. you smoothed out his lashes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“see? wasn’t that hard, was it?” satoru breathed out, now at ease as you started to move your hand again, pressing a sweet kiss to his flushed tip. satoru groaned as he felt his orgasm build up again, your hand gliding faster on his length. he whispered your name like a mantra, moaning desperately as he felt himself come undone by your hand. obviously, by your hand. nobody else could ever make him feel this good. his back hit the mattress with a loud thud, biting his lip at the lewd sounds of you slurping up his cum and licking him clean.
you took the chance to climb over him, placing your chin on his chest as he closed his eyes. you pouted, poking your finger to his cheek “hello? earth to gojo satoru?.. did i kill you or something?” a chuckle roared from satoru’s chest all the way to his throat as he opened his eyes and flipped you over, making you yelp.
“thought you had me that easily?” he coos, pressing his torso to yours. you wrap your thighs around his waist again.
“i did have you. wrapped around my little finger with ease. you men are so easy” you smile as you wiggle your pinky, making satoru roll his eyes before pressing a small kiss to the pad of your finger. your heart melted in your chest at the sight, unable to continue teasing him.
“yeah, well…” satoru murmured as he continued to kiss at the pads of your fingers “i love you, but you have to admit you were pretty damn rude” he trails off as your face goes white. love? was he actually?… satoru looked up at you confused, not registering what he said. and then…
“fuck” satoru’s expression was ten times worse than yours. he looked like he had aged 5 years and, even though he still looked fine as hell, he was downright horrified. ‘satoru, you fucking idiot’ he thought as he stammered, unable to utter any excuse. he shouldn’t have said it, he shouldn’t have said it, he shouldn’t —
his thoughts come to a halt as you grab his face and bring him into a needy, longing kiss, face now fully red. satoru is unable to relax, sensing the shift in the way you kiss him. so loving, so familiar. it makes him scared. it makes him question whether he’s reading too much into it.
“i shouldn’t have said that…” he mutters against your lips as you giggle, pressing your forehead to his.
“well well… seems i was right about having you wrapped up around my finger” you grinned as satoru groaned, hiding his face in the crook of your neck “we’re not gonna talk about that?”
satoru shakes his head “no. let’s not”
you sigh heavily “pity.. was gonna say i loved you back but oh well…”
satoru’s head shoots out, almost hitting your chin in the process “really?!”
you can’t help but smile, arms wrapping around his neck “well.. you are annoying.. and self centred.. and really, i mean really, full of yourself. like seriously, what’s with all that—“
“okay, fuck. i get it” satoru groans as you smile, brushing your fingers through his hair.
“but i do love you. i wouldn’t have gotten myself into this whole mess if i didn’t. i was just afraid to admit it” you confess as satoru smiles softly, palms brushing your skin. his hands trail all the way down to the side of your panties, finger hooking on the hem.
“should i tend to my girl’s needs, then?” satoru whispers, your cheeks heating up as you nod. he bends down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, pecking them repeatedly as he expertly slides your panties off.
“should i edge you now too, princess?”
“don’t you dare”
“oh.. i don’t know.. it’s tempting”
“we’ve only been together for two minutes but i swear to god i’ll break up with you”
“yes ma’am, roger that” he smiles before sliding down between your thighs to focus all his attention on you, making love to you properly for the first and definitely not the last time.
“you really thought you had the power to kill me back then?” satoru chimes as you slap his shoulder.
“can you shut the fuck up? so annoying”
“you know you love me”
“satoru. shut up”
“yes ma’am”
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