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emeraldborealis · 28 days

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Things Have To Change

Pairing: Ex-husband John Price x GN!reader

TW//CW: Angst? Kissing, communication, a mutual agreeance to try, forgiveness, apologies, fluff.

A/N: This is the last chapter! What a wild ride this has been to write. I'd like to thank everyone who has reblogged this and everyone who has commented, your kind words have definitely helped keep me motivated on writing this.

Words: 2,373

You are currently reading Chapter 5

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It took a week to work up the courage to actually text him, asking if he'd be willing to talk. That you would like to talk.

The knock on your door made you jump, you were rolling in nerves, uncertainty. Your ring was in your pocket, trying to give you strength. If he has decided he doesn't want to try this again after you yelled at him and freaked out, then you'd give him the ring and wish him well.

If he didn't want this you couldn't stand to have the ring anymore. You couldn't have it in your keepsake box anymore. You needed it gone. You needed it and him gone, for good.

Opening the door to him standing there caused a strange ache to start in your chest. He really came back after all the awful things you'd said. He came back, and he's standing here calmly, he isn't here to get even. He isn't here to yell his own nasty things at you.

"I'm really sorry for the things I said to you. You aren't the one who deserved those words. I see now that the man I was saying those things to isn't you anymore." Your head hung low in shame, your apology more than genuine.

You felt so awful for the cruelty you inflicted on him. The things you said, though honest in the spur of the moment, were some of the most horrendous, mean words you'd ever said to or about someone.

You were biting and burning, injecting into him the venom and pain that was tearing you apart from the inside. A fever of built up frustration that needed to break lest you burn yourself out. He should not have been the victim of it all.

"It's alright, love. I more than earned the lashing you gave me." Gently, he tilted your chin up, making you look at him. "Thank you for wanting to talk to me again after what I did. After everything I did."

"There's things that need to be said, things I need to say not through pain and hurting." Taking his hand you pulled him inside, pausing briefly so he could take off his shoes before leading him to the couch.

"There's things I'd like to say too." He sat down with you on the couch, a safe distance between you two.

An awkward silence fell in the room, words failing. There was too much you wanted to say, it was all crowding and trying to push through to your throat, but there was too much, it all got stuck, halting with a choking feeling.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I planned seeing you again, sorry I lied about it all again. But I need you to understand why." He broke the silence, starting first.

"Then tell me. Please tell me why, tell me what you see is so salvageable about me, and you, about us. Tell me why you feel we could ever actually work out." You needed to know he really saw you as worth it, saw this as worth it. Worth trying again, worth working things out.

"I was driving, a long drive. I was trying to keep myself awake, and I started thinking about you. I'm always thinking about you. I started thinking about us, everything. I realized that if I put half the energy I did fighting with you into trying to fix things, we probably could have made it." He let the words fall out, pouring from him like a fountain.

His regret was clear to you. You wondered just how long it's been eating him up, scavenging through his tissue, pulling, tearing, swallowing completely.

Has he felt this way since you handed him those papers in the first place? Or was this remorse for what had transpired more recently? How long has this been stewing in him?

"Do you think we could make it now?" Feeling your pocket you felt the circular shape of your ring, preparing for him to say no. Preparing to hand it back to him right now.

"Yes. I think- No, I know we could make it now if we tried again. I'm not who I was, you're not who you were. We're perfect strangers, strangers who know so much about the other. How to love the other. I still know what you like for breakfast, I still know how you like to make the bed and what side you like to sleep on. I know you still, and I love you still." John took your hand in his, holding it tightly. Holding onto you, if he didn't he felt like you'd disappear. Cast him out again.

He wouldn't let this go again. He couldn't. When you feel the touch of an angel you'll spend the rest of your life trying to feel that grace again. You'll put yourself aside and kneel, kneel till you're worthy of it again.

John didn't know what he had, not really. Not until he lost it. Not until he could no longer feel that peace of being with you, of having you to return to and fall down at your feet, you who would so happily wash away the feeling of blood on his hands, as long as he'd wash away the loneliness from yours.

He'd always known you were good together, but he took it for granted. Used your love to feel higher in his position rather than to turn it around and make you feel whole.

"I've realized you're not someone I can replace. We have a lot of history, good and bad. There's just too much love that still remains for me to ever let you go fully." You squeezed his hand, letting out a fraction of what you really wanted to say.

"I'm sorry, I never let you make decisions, not about where we lived, not about what we did. I'm sorry. I did so much wrong. I did so much wrong to you. I want to fix that. Please, let me try to fix that." John pleaded, he was too in love to let this go. If he couldn't try again he'd never know if he really had changed, if he really was a better person now.

He was terrified, terrified of the man he used to be. Terrified of never being able to prove he was not him anymore, terrified you'd never get to meet the new him. The man that was made through losing you, made through the love and regret that still remained from what he had with you.

"I think it would kill me if you didn't know that pieces of me are pieces I've only gotten because of you. I'm everything that I am now because of you. I am only a man now because losing you showed me I was only a fool trying to wear clothes too big for him, trying to fit in with the scum that I never wanted to be like in the first place." Tears welled in his eyes, showing a level of vulnerability to you that he used to feel ashamed about doing.

"It felt like my life started when I met you. But it didn't, it started five years ago when I sent you away. Through letting go of the one thing I loved the most I started to search for why, for what had happened. I started reading books, things that helped me make sense of things, helped me realize that you weren't the only problem." You wiped away his tears with the pad of your thumb, gently holding his face in your hands.

Taking a deep breath you prepared yourself to continue, absentmindedly you began to play with his facial hair, running your fingers through it, letting it help ground you. It brought a soft smile to John's face, leaning into your touch, leaning into something you used to do when you needed comfort. He was still that comfort for you.

"I started to heal, heal all the wrongs that had been done to me, heal all the wrongs I'd done to myself. I corrected behaviors, cut ties with people, I formed boundaries and I found people I enjoyed being around. But you weren't there, you weren't with me. And that felt wrong. I never searched for a replacement, because the truth is there is no replacement for you." Leaning in, you pressed your forehead to his, closing your eyes you took in his smell, it'd changed slightly over the years. But it was still John. It was still the man you vowed to love till death tried to tear you apart.

"You really never tried to go out with someone else?" His voice got deeper when he'd speak quietly, softly. You could feel the timber in it, the small gravel that made his voice rumble.

"No, I didn't. I couldn't. My life started the day you left, but my heart still knew you. My soul knew it was still tied to you. I've worked hard to make my life into what it needs to be, but a better version of that would still be a life with you. My other half." You pulled your face away from him, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes.

"You mean that? You really want me in your life again?" It was hard for him to believe he really deserved forgiveness. That he deserved another chance at this, despite needing and begging for one so desperately.

"Not again. I want to meet you as you are now. We're not trying this again, we're trying this because we're new people. I don't want to miss out on meeting who you've become, I want you to get to know who I am now. I want us to start something new. I don't want to rekindle what we had. This is new. This is starting new, as we are now." Your hands slid down from his cheeks to his neck, feeling his pulse under your hands, feeling his heartbeat. Feeling that this was real, this was right. This was your John, the one you needed.

"What if we're not compatible as we are now?" He grabbed one of your hands, bringing it back up to his face to kiss your palm, trailing kisses down your wrist. He'd missed this. The feel of your skin against his lips. He never appreciated you the way he should have, he didn't love you right. He didn't worship you enough.

"What if we are? How can we know if we don't try? I don't want to kill the one thing I've been missing because of 'what if'." Pulling your hand away from his lips you fished out the ring from your pocket, presenting it to him. "I lied when I said I wasn't sure if I still had it, it was in my keepsake box. It's part of what I'd try to save from a burning house."

The burning house of your childhood and youth was becoming more of a distant memory everyday, you needed to pull John out, separate him from everything else that was on fire. He was worth pulling out. He was worth saving from burning too.

"I love you. I promise I've pulled my head out of my ass, I promise I can be what you need now. Whatever you need. I'll be good, and I'll show you my love like I should, for all of the times that I never could. I'll make up for all of it." He took your ring from you, dropping it to the floor before he leaned in, kissing your lips tenderly.

"I know." You kissed him back, finally feeling whole. Finally feeling John complete you the way you both should have felt complete this whole time.

You thought your relationship had burned and crumbled to ash like a forest fire, that there would be no changing or fixing things. That nothing could ever be okay again between you. That you'd both hurt each other in ways there was no recovery from. That your love would always be a black field that once held dreams and aspirations.

You were wrong. Just like in nature after a fire the soil had been revitalized, ready to allow new growth to start. To allow new dreams and aspirations to flourish as charcoal turned to lush green.

"You know?" He didn't fully pull away from you, mumbling his question against your lips, sending the vibrations of his voice right through you.

"I have good faith." You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning your body into his, feeling the way your two bodies moved together, as if you were melding together.

"I suppose that's something." John pulled you impossibly closer, his hands splayed out on your lower back, letting out a deep sigh. This was what he'd been needing. You were all he'd been needing. "I'm never letting you go again. I'm never willingly walking away from you again."

"I don't think we could have ever worked out as we were, I think only through being apart we were able to grow into something that could be good together. I think we needed that growth apart so we can grow together now." You let the words out between kisses, no fears or doubts about this in your head. You now knew what you wanted, what was good for you. You wanted John. Your husband John.

"I watched a documentary of the process of growing trees and bushes into complex structures by weaving the branches together along with support systems as they grew. The process involved choosing structural branches and which branches needed to be cut and removed to better form what was desired, not everything that grew was able to go into the structure, so it was cut away. This is kind of like that." John recounted some details to you, kissing down your neck.

"Of course you did. You and your damn documentaries." Rolling your eyes you chuckled, shaking your head at him. "I'd like to grow with you into something structurally sound, with good supports, something beautiful and alive."

"I'd like that too." Moving up, John kissed your temple, holding your head gently in his hand, closing his eyes and taking you in completely. Taking you in as his, just as he was yours. Things were going to be different this time, things have changed.

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yeollie-plz · 26 days

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Watch It Spark | LTF Part: 2

mbf! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Part 1

Synopsis: Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?

Genre: fluff, angst, and smut! the trifecta!

Warnings: divorced parents, mentions of cheating, no Sarah, no outbreak, drinking, age gap (reader is said to be in college but Joel's exact age isn't stated), Tommy's a bit of a sleaze, kissing, 18+ content, p in v sex, (un)protected sex!, lots of different sexual acts, cursing, light breeding kink mention, cockwarming?

All gif credits to owners!

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I don't wanna make excuses but on top of being super busy, I also had severe writer's block. But! Here she is! Just in time for Pedro's birthday!!!

"Shit." Joel's voice sounded out behind you.

Turning, incredulously to him, "Shit? That's all you have to say?" Not even sure what to say yourself.

"I'm sorry baby, but I don't know what else to say. I think shit actually might be the perfect sentiment in this situation." There's a bit of playfulness laced in his voice as he crosses the room to you. But the fun drops as he locks eyes with you, grabbing your hands while rubbing the backs of them with his thumbs in a comforting gesture.

"Are you okay?"

Not sure what else to do, you nod.

"I mean it was inevitable, I just didn't think she would find out like this. Thought maybe I'd be able to ease her into it...maybe...I don't know."

Joel nods as you speak, “You’ll figure it out and she’ll come around, I’m sure. Whatever happens though, I’m right here.”

When you don’t say anything, Joel uses two fingers lift up your chin so your eyes now meet his. You see the certainty in them and he repeats, “I’m right here.”

With the mood ruined, Joel returned home to let you mull over your plan. It felt weird. How do you explain to your mother that you are currently dating her crush? Not something you had on your bingo card that's for sure.

That night you paced back and forth in your room until about 11 o'clock when you decided you just couldn't take the turmoil anymore. Your mom hadn't returned home. So instead of continuing to sit in your torment, you forced yourself to go to bed.

And when you awoke in the morning, there still was no sign of her. Sighing as you closed the door of her bedroom, you dragged yourself down to the kitchen. Your one last hope was that you could put together some grand breakfast for her and it would somehow lure her home. I mean she had to come home eventually anyway, right? She might as well come home to a yummy breakfast.

So there you were sitting alone at the table with a plethora of food laid out in front of you. Not wanting to eat without her, you sat there waiting. Now, almost an hour later, the food turned cold and the house was still empty. Sighing, you pushed yourself out of your chair, made a quick plate and popped it in the microwave to heat up.

As the time ticked down, you leaned against the counter watching it spin like it would make it go faster. The microwaved beeped to signal its end and that's when the front door swung open.

Abandoning the food once again, you rushed into the living room. Your mom's eyes locked onto you immediately as you crashed into the room. Her body visibly tensed up as she sighed at your presence.

"I-I made you breakfast." You rushed out before she could leave or you lost your nerve.

"Breakfast?" Venom dripped from her voice as she repeated your words.

Snapping your mouth shut, you gulped, trying to think of what to say. That's when she sighed again and closed her eyes, pinching her nose bridge as she tilted her head to the side.

"Sweetie, I'm not mad, but I'm also not happy-"

"-I know you liked him, it's just-" You cut her off, your words coming out quick, laced with your nerves. She held up her hand, to cut you off back.

"Let me talk, because honestly I don't want to hear anything from you right now." Another sigh, this time like she was preparing to give a speech, she was. "You got so hurt last time and with your father and I, I'm just scared for you. Sure, I liked Joel but it was never more than an infatuation. I'm not mad because he was never mine to get mad over. You know the night him and Linda dropped me off?"

You nodded in conformation, she continued, "I actually tried to kiss him that night." She laughs at her own stupidity. "He dodged it, playing it off like nothing happened. I'm sure he just didn't want to embarrass me by blatantly telling me he was in a-" A pause as she looks you up and down, tongue running across her front teeth. "-relationship."

You pulled your lip between your teeth as you listened to her speak. How could she be taking this so well? You were way too used to young people drama. People like your mom and Joel knew how to communicate their feelings. Honestly, it was relieving.

"Kind of weird to admit I almost kissed my daughter's boyfriend." Your mom says with anguish. Her face scrunching up in disgust as if she didn't find him attractive just days before.

She lets herself relish in this thought for a second, before continuing again, "I just hope you are keeping yourself safe. I know I already gave you the responsible talk but this is different. I just don't want to see you hurt like the last time."

You took a second to process her words. She didn't care who you were with, she just cared that you didn't go through what you did before. It warmed your heart and relieved a lot of the pent up stress.

"Mom, this time is different. Joel he, uh, he told me himself. I actually told him what happened." Your mom knew this was big for you to tell someone about the whole cheating thing and when you told her that, she visibly relaxed.

A smile graced her lips as she made her way over to her. She held your cheek in her head. You relaxed into the touch, closing you eyes in relief.

"You're happy with him, I can tell. So like I said I'm not mad. A little sad I missed my chance but there will always be someone else. He's good for you, I'm sure of it."

You smiled at her and leaned in to peck your forehead before wrapping you into her arms and holding you tightly. Her body heat radiating you with all the love only a mother had for her child. She pulled away a bit later, holding you at arms length.

"Although, the age difference is a bit much. That one took me a minute to get over." Laughs laced her voice as she spoke.

"I know, took me a bit to accept the initial attraction too but he's just so..." Your voice trailed off, unsure of what to say. She only smiled to this and nodded.

"I understand, that's how I felt about your father when I met him too." A sad smile now formed as she looked down and you knew she was thinking about how it had turned out for her and him. Now it was your turn to comfort her as you rubbed your hands down her arms.

She shook the thoughts out of her head and sucked back the tears that were pricking her eyes. "Okay! Now, tell me everything. How you guys met! The first date! I want to hear everything."

Letting her drag you to the couch while laughing uncontrollably at her excitement. The rest of the day the two of you could not stop talking as you told her everything.

After hours of chatting, your mom finally called it a night. All but pushing you out the door to go see Joel. Mumbling something about how he must be on the edge of his seat. You giggled at her antics, it was almost unbelievable how quickly she had gotten over it and was now your number one supporter.

So now you found yourself knocking at Joel's door. When he opened it there was a small look of shock on his face.

"Wasn't expecting you to be over so soon, sugar." He said as he pulled you into a quick hug. Breathing in his scent for a second, you sighed, content.

"It went better than expected." Your words were muffled by his chest since you refused to release yourself from his grasp. Not like Joel was complaining.

"Good, I'm glad." He spoke into your hair before placing a soft kiss there. A second more of holding you before Joel is pushing you out to arms length. He searches your face for a second before bringing his lips to yours.

The kiss is slow, like he is learning the feel of them for the first time. It makes you putty in his hands. The stress that somehow was still all pent up inside of you, now finally melting away.

You felt safe. You felt loved. Joel was home for you and in that moment you knew that this was real. Joel was real.

And that night as you settled into his bed and into his arms everything in your past seemed to fade away. It was only you and him.

Smiling into his chest, you fell into a deep slumber.

The morning sun shining through the curtains of Joel's room woke you up. Reaching to the other side of the bed, you find nothing but cold sheets. Confusion washes for you for only a second in your half-awake state, until you hear the steady beat of shower water coming from the connected bathroom.

You take a second to lay in the silence, just listening to the drops of the water. Before an idea pops into your head and you are smirking to yourself.

Pushing off of the bed, you make your way into the bathroom, shredding off pieces of clothes as you go. Joel seems unaware of your presence so you are careful not to scare him too bad as you slide the shower curtain down the rod just enough for you to slip in.

He only jumps a bit as your arms wrap around him. Turning in them to face you.

"Hello." He says to you when his eyes meet yours.

"Hi." You whisper back, pulling him in closer to you, your head now resting on his chest. He lets out a light chuckle while rubbing your back in soothing circles.

To ensure you don't fall, you shift slightly on the wet surface. This causes Joel to let out a soft grunt, his now hardening member brushing against your thigh. It causes you to smirk and pull away, looking up at him.

"I barely hugged you and you're already this excited?" You question.

Something between a chuckle and a grunt passes through his lips, "Not my fault that you came in here all naked. It's human nature, baby." A pause while he drops his head down so his lips can brush your ear, "Remember when I said I wasn't as old as I seemed."

He nips your earlobe after speaking, an action that sends a rush down your spine. Heartbeat speeding up as he continues to breath right next to your sensitive skin, goosebumps popping up despite the warmth of the shower water.

He trails kisses down from your ear, across your chest, and up your neck. One kiss to your jaw, one to each cheek, one to your forehead, before pecking your lips. Pulling away way too soon for your liking as you try and chase his lips with your own.

Now Joel is smirking seeing how desperate you already are for him after making fun of him only moments before. Yet he decides that neither of you really need the teasing so early in the morning so his reserve goes out the window and he's connecting his lips to yours.

The kiss is slower than usual, the intensity not fully there since both of you only just woke up. It is slow, yet passionate. Your lips meet like they were meant for each other. Tongues only barely fighting each other as neither of you really wanted to take dominance of the situation.

And as Joel's fingers slowly make there way down the middle of your stomach, finding your sensitive bud soon after, yours are wrapping around his waist and pulling him even closer to you. You gasp as his fingers move your clit in slow methodical circles. The feeling makes your legs weak, but you quickly recover when you remember where you are and how easily you could fall.

The thought almost makes you laugh but that is also quickly forgotten when the finger that was just working your clit, makes its way into your folds, testing your entrance. It seems like Joel contemplates if you are ready for a second so you keen towards him a bit to egg him on. That's when his finger finally enters you, working its way in and out of you in time with his lips on yours.

Your hands now find their way in between his legs. You try to stroke his dick in the same pace as his fingers in you, but your brain has become a bit foggy. This only gets worse when Joel begins quirking his fingers inside of you in an attempt to find that particular spot inside of you.

"Come on baby, you know you want to give in." He says into your lips. The words come out almost desperate and the gruff nature of his voice has you melting. If you were an ice cube you would be down the drain already.

"I just want you inside of me. It's too early for all your teasing." Your words are now the ones that are desperate, as you fully grip his cock and stroke it quickly trying to urge him closer to wanting to fuck you.

He laughs at your actions and pushes your hands off of him, fingers also retreating from their still steady pace inside of you. Grabbing your hips with such careful hands, so careful that you almost question if this is the same man. Usually so rough with you that you are sure that even his callouses could leave marks.

Flipping you around he bends you at the hips and pushes you towards the wall, careful not to let the two of you fall. Your hands make contact with the cold tile and if you weren't so gone you would've pulled them away instinctually.

That's when he leans over you and whispers into your ear, "I'm going to fuck you now, but the way I want to. Nice and slow. One sound and I stop, understood?"

You open your mouth to answer, but snap it closed and nod instead.

"Good girl." Joel kisses the bit of jaw he can reach before he is standing back up straight.

One hand finds your waist and pulls you back into him. Your hands almost slip from the wet tile that is holding you up, but you recover. Just in time for the tip of his dick to tease your entrance.

Joel gathers the your wetness and strokes it down his member, covering it in preparation to enter you. When he is satisfied with his job he pushes his tip past your folds. Very slowly he enters you. And after what feels like an eternity he bottoms out inside of you.

The feeling has you gulping down a gasp that is threatening to leave your lips. Sure Joel has fucked you pretty much every which way, but there is something about right now that you are finding it so much harder to follow instructions. You just want to let him know how good he makes you feel.

And before you can fully let this thought circulate, Joel is pulling out of you painstakingly slow. The type of slow that almost hurts but also fills you with so much pleasure that you could forget your own name.

This is how he continues, this slow, painful pace. In and out of you. All the way from tip to base, each action feels like it could be a full minute of white hot pleasure. Joel holds your orgasm over your head like a pig with a carrot on a stick. Kept on a tight leash, with your lips also kept shut tight.

You're not sure how he is holding himself back at this point but, obviously, you don't question it. too scared of what would happen if you let anything escape your lips.

One particularly harsh thrust has his hips snapping into yours and involuntarily you are pushing your back into his, trying to get him even closer. Like that was possible.

This has him tutting at you and gripping your hips a bit rougher, "Like the way my dick fills you up baby?"

You want to answer, you really do but you just bite your lip instead. He seems to notice you holding back and laughs lightly at you.

Pulling out of you and flipping you around to face him. He pecks your forehead before lifting one leg around his hip. You almost lose your balance as he pushes you back into the wall, so you have at least a little bit of support.

"Let me give you what you really want." Joel says as he enters you once again. "Wanna see the look on your face as you cum on my dick, pretty girl."

Now he's pistoning you onto his dick, letting you feel as much of his length as he can with how tightly your leg is wrapped around him. Its like your body wants to keep him permanently inside of you, not like your brain disagrees though.

Just like that, a few thrusts later and you are getting closer to your orgasm. Your body giving in so easily and it's heightened state. You never knew how malleable morning sex would make you.

And as your vision is beginning to be clouded by stars and your stomach is tightening, a whimper escapes your lips before you can catch it. Joel's hips stop abruptly and so does your orgasm.

Your eyes snap open to meet his. They just stare back blankly, almost no emotion because you know what you did. You want to plead with him, maybe complain that you were close but you don't. Silence watches over you.

Joel sits there staring at you, member half inside of you. Your pussy clenches onto it, as if trying to urge him into giving in. But it isn't until you are dropping your eyes from his that he's leaning forward and capturing your lips in his own. He kisses you for a moment, slow and steady, still just warming his cock inside of you.

"I know you were close baby, but you knew the rules." He says in a way that it almost sounds like an apology. But that is long forgotten as he snaps his hip forward into you and hits your g spot in one perfect thrust.

The urge to moan again is intense that you are biting down on your lip. For a second you question if you would draw blood, but decide the pleasure is way important right now. As your head tosses back meeting the cool tile.

With how close your orgasm was before it isn't long before you are reaching your peak once again. Your stomach clenches again and vision blurs. Although this time you are conscious of the sounds you would normally make and hold them back. As the wave crashes over you and you are spasming into Joel's body.

Joel's strong arms hold you up as your legs go weak under you, the wet floor making it all too easy for you to just go down. The leg around his hips also loosens but he grips that thigh holding it there as he begins to chase his own orgasm.

The feeling of your walls clenching around him getting him dangerously close to his own peak. His teeth find your neck in an attempt to hold back his orgasm, not wanting to cum into you without a condom (or permission).

"Baby-" He grunts out, pain laced in his voice. You catch the tone immediately and try to find you feet. Although it takes you a second, in that second he is pulling out of you and stroking his dick in an attempt to reach his orgasm.

Without a second thought you are dropping to your knees and swatting his hands away replacing them with your own. The minute your mouth meets the tip of his member, he is shooting his load into your waiting cavern. Swallowing it all down as you stroke him slowly, working him through his high.

Joel's hands grip your hair as he comes down from his high. When he has come back down to earth, his fingers loosen and instead he is stroking your head in a comforting gesture.

Giving him another second to recover before you stand up to attach his lips to your own. Now he is melting into your touch as he tastes himself on your lips.

"I love you." This has you pausing and stepping back. You are sure you didn't hear him right. Seeing the look on your face a playful smile graces his own.

"Y/N I love you." Joel repeats.

"I-I love you too." You want to jump into his arms, but obviously you don't want to break your leg...or his.

"Why did you have to tell here?" Now you are hitting his chest, leaving the hand there, just needing to feel him. He laughs at your antics, but let's you continue, knowing you well enough to know you aren't done yet.

"I'm all wet and I just woke up. I have sex brain. Uh!" Another hit, this one has him grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him carefully.

"I feel like that's the perfect time." Joel says with a smile, leaning down to place a kiss on your pouting lips.

"I feel like that's the perfect time." You mock him which has him laughing again. Another kiss is placed on your lips, this one continues a bit longer as if he is savoring the feeling of yours on his.

The blush is evident on your cheeks but you aren't giving up, "Just finish up in here, I'm going back to bed." A huff and you are leaving the shower. Joel's laugh echoes behind you.

When you told Joel to finish up, you didn't think he would take this long. At this rate you should've just stayed in there and washed yourself too. Instead you have dried yourself off already and are sat crisscross on Joel's bed. His shirt adorning your body and a towel wrapped around your still damp hair.

You have a book resting on your legs as you read in silence. Hearing the water turn off in the bathroom, you smile down at your book knowing Joel will be out soon.

Just as the sink faucet is switched on, the front door opens and a familiar voice sounds out through the house. The bathroom door is all but slammed open at the booming voice. Joel stands there towel around his waist, toothbrush between his lips. A bit of toothpaste is threatening to spill out of the corner of his mouth and you bite back a smile.

"Tommy." Joel says, the words a bit muffled by the brush and paste in his mouth.

Your eyes widen. No you weren't scared to meet his brother, I mean you have technically met him before. It was just you wanted to make a semi good impression and well here you were in only your underwear.

But before you can make any change to that Tommy's footsteps are thudding down the hallway and the door to Joel's bedroom is swinging open, with not so much as a knock.

"Joel!" Tommy calls out just as his eyes drop to yours. You are quickly pushing your legs straight under the covers in any attempt to cover yourself.

Tommy's jaw drops, "You!" Your eyes stay open wide not sure what is going to come out of his mouth next. Joel stays stuck in the doorway, not sure what to do either.

Then Tommy laughs, like a whole belly laugh. Loud, resounding. He doubles over holding his stomach. That's how funny he finds this whole situation.

It's almost a minute before he is recovering from his fit, wiping the tears that formed in the corners of his eyes. Both you and Joel are still stood there in shock. Watching his brother with semi-concerned eyes.

"The girl from the bar!" Tommy points to you, then to Joel. "And you! You old dog. Joel's still got it, huh?" He nods as if he's just discovered something.

Another chuckle and he's looking back at you, "Damn."

"Tommy..." Joel tests the waters, still not fully sure what to say to him.

"This is, just wow!" Then Tommy does something that is even more astounding. He slow claps. Actually slow claps like he's in some movie.

He does this for a second or two before looking between you and Joel, nodding slowly. You clear your throat, trying to attempt anything to clear the awkward air of the situation.

"I'm Y/N, by the way." A tight smile comes with your words. Hand leaving its grip on your book to give a small wave to the man.

He's still nodding, "Tommy-" He weighs his words. "I'm gonna go." And with that he is turning on his heel.

Yelling a quick, "Good job big bro!", before the front door is closed behind him.

As soon as the lock is clicking, you and Joel turn to each other. Still in shock, before you are giggling.

"Well, were two for two on family first meetings. Got any other family members I could awkwardly meet?"

Joel smiles at you before he is retreating to bathroom to spit out his long forgotten toothpaste. Returning to the room , he crawls across the foot of the bed towards you, like a lion stalking his prey.

"No, but honestly that's the best it could've gone with Tommy so don't feel bad." A kiss to your lips.

"I don't feel bad, I feel embarrassed." You say as you trace a finger down his jaw. He melts into your touch.

"I mean look at me!" You gesture to your lack luster clothing... or lack of clothing.

Lust flashes behind his eyes, "I think you look sexy." You almost hit him again but hold back.

"Of course you do, I'm wearing your shirt."

Joel considers your words for a second, "Is that what it is? Sure it isn't how I'm still thinking about how badly I wanted to fill you with my cum earlier?"

Your jaw drops, actually drops at his words. But two can play at this game.

"So why didn't you?" Hands play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, a shiver runs down his spine.

"You," A poke to your nose, "were in no mindset to give me permission, pretty girl. Not to mention, you were keeping those pretty lips shut." As he mentions your lips, he glances down at them. You readjust your body so your tits brush his chest. Nipples hardening at the sensation.

"Now I'm thinking about how much I missed out." You try, wanting to get one response in particular from Joel.

"Well, what my baby wants, she gets." Joel says matter-of-factly. Grabbing your hips and pulling you to lay down beneath him. You feel his hardening member brush your thigh.

"Mr. Miller, already so hard again?" You question the sound of fake astonishment in your voice.

"Shut up and let the whole neighborhood hear how good I make you feel. Gonna get you so full of my cum, sugar."

Needless to say, neither you nor Joel left the bed that day.

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rainbowsillz · 6 months

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𖤐 A MODERN READER THAT CAN'T TALK IN JAPANESE 𖤐

Warnings: Yandere behaviors, manipulation, possessiveness.

Note: I'd perish on my own accord if they send me here I swear. An experiment for a first post in kny fandom (･x･)/.

Featuring: Douma X Gender Neutral Reader.

i. gracious founder.

Summary: Many would be more than willing to have a chance of a life you were living. Not you, it was a nightmare..

The moon was overcast by darkness overhead.

[ DOUMA - 童磨 ]

“Truly a poor thing you are... why don't you come back with me? It's dangerous wandering out there at night.”

Obviously, you have to accept whatever he voiced at you (he was inquiring if you'd like to go with him).

And so you were at his abode...

You kept saying "Hello." Or "Goodbye." Which came off as quite baffling for him. Like you can't speak normally.

The demon was a bit too stunned to comment at first.

"Can you understand me?" He prompted you.

Then it made sense for him! You were a foreigner, weren't you? This had him watching you with a broad grin.

Now, now.. He can't have you being like that here. As someone once said. Education matters, does it not?

So — he'll be instructing you on learning the basics of the fundamentals. You looked sharp, this should be a cakewalk.

(Your ADHD self would throw hands at him if you could.)

Hmmm, he doesn't really can tell about how you got isekai'd into the universe of Kimetsu No Yaiba however. Luckily.

You'll take this secret to the grave with you.

Although he was drawn to you because of 'something.'

"Maybe it's fate!" He chirped like a puppy with you.

He enjoyed feeding you treats like you were his pet. Oh, it'd be a waste, right? So you better keep eating that.

You only were able to do easy phrases but he seemed delighted enough. You dreaded the day you'd end up in his belly because.. you weren't even a slayer to begin with.

He could break your neck if he wanted to.

His favoritism didn't help in the slightest. Other people weren't on friendly terms with you. You were miserable.

As the time flew by, the season changed.

Your Japanese was average to comprehend his message now. You hated to admit this... he wasn't an awful mentor....

You missed your home.

A firm arm draped around your shoulders, the humming gave away whose it was. It was Douma, no doubt about it.

You suspected it was a setup. He did it on 'purpose.'

It intrigued him when your breathing hitched at his arrival.

You backed yourself away and you asked a question.

"Why would I isolate you? Is my little fox mad?" He pouted.

His rows of teeth were unlike human's ones.

Was he supposed to be a cult leader? How repulsive.

"I loathe you." You spat in your second language.

His smile was faltering at your words, there was a shift in his expression as he snapped his hand fan close after that.

"I wonder what you stated about me." His tone was a jab.

He patted your head like you were nothing in his eyes. There was venom underneath and in his sentence. A disapproval.

This confirmed it, he was a sick bastard ಠ_ಠ.

Earning an ire from everyone was the last thing you needed.

Despite that he had no clue on your mother tongue.

It was also unbeknownst to you—

...Since The Upper Rank Two was fluent in English.

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dqrkoholic · 1 year

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WARNING: smut MDNI !!!! bf!jay x fem!reader, cursing, oral (face-sitting, fem receiving), mention of being heavy (?)., Jay is a bit mean. please tell me if there's more! A/N: Just my midnight thots ;) It's nearly 1am here, and i cannot sleep, so i wrote this heh, enjoy <3 masterlist!

"I won't repeat myself, fucking sit." His voice was like pure venom as his face was laid on the bed, waiting for me to use it as my own chair.

Truth be told I didn't want to, I was afraid, I felt as if I was too heavy for him and that I'd suffocate him. Even after much reassuring from Jay, I couldn't get myself to sit on his face.

I slowly shake my head no again and that's when I knew I've crossed a line. I'm being a brat in his eyes, and he's not very nice when I am.

He stands up from his position and from the bed, coming over to where I was seated and grabs my chin in between his hand, tightening the grip on it, making me pout.

"Did you just deny me? Go against what I said? Hm? Fucking brat." He spat in my face as he shook my head with his hand. "I swear if you do not sit on my fucking face and put all your weight on me I will leave you wet and painful for a whole fucking month, don't try me." And that was enough for me to do it.

Aside from his words and harshness that turned me on, I didn't want a whole month without sex. I had my needs.

And so, I was above his face as of now, letting out a breath before lowering myself on his face. He grabs my hips, squeezing the flesh, pulling me lower on his face, making me feel his tongue on my hole traveling up to my clit before he bites it. I let out a squeal and grab the bed's headboard in front of me.

He starts attacking my pussy with his tongue and feasts like a beast that hasn't ate in a whole year. I let out string of moans as he let out groans and dirty words that were muffled from the proximity between his face and my pussy, sending vibrations through my body, taking me closer to my high.

I start moving my hips against his face as he mutters a 'fuck yes' under me, almost not audible from how much his face was shoved in between my thighs right now.

His tongue focused on my hole, fucking it fast while his nose was moving on my clit, driving me to the edge before I cum all over his tongue, shaking in his hold as he laps up my juices, licking me clean.

"Shit, Jay, please no more. I'm s-sensitive." I try to get off his face but his strong arms didn't let me as he starts to eat me out again with the same pace as before. This time his finger prodding into me.

"Who said I was done with you, hm?"

#jay enhypen #jay enhypen smut #jay smut #enhypen jay #enhypen jay smut #jay hard thoughts #enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts

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intimidating-fettuccine · 6 months

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Barbed. Yan!E.Jack x Reader. Cw: Mentions of blood, mild physical harm, suicidal ideation, talk about death.

It was barbed. Jack's tongue, dragging slowly across your throat in a consistent pattern, was painfully barbed, much more so than any regular cat. The barbs were longer, thicker, and more dangerous than any regular feline's, and they served as a reminder of the predator that had you trapped in its literal claws. Said claws were currently dangerously close to digging into your back, as the pads on his palms and fingertips gently pressed into you, you could feel the pointed tips of his claws twitching above them, twitching in excitement as he dragged his tongue along your skin.

He said it always calmed him down, and so it had become a nightly routine in your imprisoned house to lay down and allow him to lick at your most vulnerable area for attack. The smell of your blood, the taste of your flesh, it tempted him and satisfied him at the same time, and it always caused your heart to race in fear as he held you down. A growled purr slipped out of him as he continued to lap at your skin, and you shivered underneath him, his claws poking into your skin.

"Don't you want to eat me?" Your question is timid but brave. You rarely speak at these times, and it's even rarer for you to ask such a question, but you feel a numbness spreading over you tonight that pushes you to ask the thing that's been on your mind since he kidnapped you all those months ago. His tail swished behind him, the fur coating it puffing up in mild annoyance at you interrupting him.

"…Yes. But, I won't. It would be a waste to eat you, unless in small portions." His words were said in a bluntly honest tone, and it only further spread your numbness. His hands traced over them, those bandaged bitemarks on your body that were the 'smaller portions'. You swallowed deeply. He would always answer anything you asked him, even if it annoyed him or he didn't want to. He resumed licking at your neck, and you sighed beneath him.

"If you wanted to eat me, would you kill me? Eat all of me?" An even bolder question poured from your lips, dripping in disguised venom and apathy. He licked firmly at your throat at that, dragging off a layer of your skin as he went intentionally, warning you.

"No." His voice was firm, and he pulled back to stare at you with his eyes that could only see you by your heat signature (an unfortunate thing when trying to hide from him), you swallowed nervously as you stared up at him, his claws sinking deeper into your back.

"I don't know why you're feeling so inquisitive tonight, but you're pushing it." His tail swished angrily behind him, his ears perched back in annoyance. You didn't know why, but you felt the need to not back down.

"I'm just curious, is all. Considering my life is in your hands, and you've already tasted me before." He growled lowly at your statement, not appreciating your attitude, and he leaned back down to continue licking at your skin, trying to calm his heightened nerves.

You wanted to push him one more time, for all of the things he'd put you through.

"I think it would be nice, to die. To be freed from these shackles."

"Stop it."

"Perhaps in death, I could be outside again, and run through a field all by myself."

"Stop it."

"I could finally be away from you. Although I'd be trapped with you forever, you'd like that. I'd be inside of you since you'd eat all of me, and I'd be a part of you."

"Stop it!"

"The release of death just sounds so wonderful, to be granted release from all of this--"

"STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT THIS MOMENT!" He screamed at you louder than he ever had before, and for the first time in a while, you felt fear coursing through you as he grabbed onto your shoulders, sinking his claws deep inside of you.

"YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING ME! YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING THIS HOUSE, YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING MY SIDE, YOU ARE NEVER GETTING AWAY FROM HERE!" He continued to scream, his demonic tones coming out, causing you to tremble beneath him, and as tears and a stray whimper left you, he snapped back into focus. He took one of his bloodied hands from your trembling shoulders and stroked your cheek, gathering your tears as they mixed with the blood on your skin. He leaned down, licking the tears and newly added blood from your face, before nuzzling into you gently.

"You know I don't mean to scream at you, Little Rabbit. You just… You just kept pushing me, and you know I get worked up when you discuss these topics." He spoke as though he was chastising a toddler about stealing a cookie from a jar, and you laid beneath him, numbness replaced with the bitter fear you'd forgotten these last few weeks. He leaned away from you, looking at your face again, and he said your name in a firm and serious tone.

"Do not ever speak like that again. I will not allow you to die, and I will not allow you to leave me, do you understand me?" His face was cold and firm, deep-seated anger he was holding in dancing on his features.

"…Yes, I understand." Was your quiet answer as you shrunk under his gaze, averting your eyes so you didn't have to stare at him anymore.

"Good. Now let me bandage you up, I don't want your body getting infected." He pulled you up forcefully, dragging you to the medical area of your prison-like house.

He would clean you with his mouth, taking stray bites here and there, but he would bandage you and disinfect you as best he could, and you would heal. You would heal, and this cycle would repeat again and again until the day you finally died. A day you wished would come sooner rather than later.

#creepypasta #creepypasta yandere #creepypasta scenario #creepypasta scenarios #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #yandere #yandere eyeless jack #eyeless jack #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack headcanons #eyeless jack scenario #eyeless jack x reader

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blindmagdalena · 6 months

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I’m in dire need of angst. How do you think he would react to someone who didn’t have a close relationship with their parents? I’m just imagining an awkward Christmas dinner, their family totally sucking up to Homelander. But also not-so-subtlety making passive agressive/snarky comments towards the reader.

It was definitely his idea to go to Christmas dinner in the first place. You've been dreading it. He insisted, though. You don't want to deny him this when he doesn't even have a family, and he's clearly so excited by the prospect of it.

And to be fair, it started off well enough. Your family was so excited to meet Homelander. They couldn't believe this was really happening!

It didn't last long, though. Your dad just had to make an offhanded remark about how you sure were "dating up."

That was the beginning of the end.

Through the night, Homelander grows gradually less boisterous. He's talking less, listening more. You're uncomfortable, dejected, but ultimately you knew it would end up this way. You just wish he would have listened to you.

By the time dinner rolls around, the tension in the air is palpable. Homelander has stopped preening under the praises of your family. You want nothing more than to eat and leave.

The final straw is when your mother sneaks in a snipe about how you "Really could have dressed up for the occasion."

"Well, Sheryl," Homelander begins, his tone immediately catching the attention of the entire table. "You could have tasted the mashed potatoes before you salted them into an inedible sodium fuckfest, but hey, I guess that's beyond your scope of competence."

The silence is deafening.

He isn't done. "God, y'know. You people. You had one job. All you had to do was be good. Nice. Shovel some food into your face and not be total fucking pricks at every available moment, but y'couldn't even manage that. Y'had to air out eeevery single little nitpick and grievance that sprang into your circus peanut brains."

You're stunned, jaw hanging. Your mother's expression mirrors yours. With a noise of indignation, your father begins to stand.

"Sit the fuck down, Henry," Homelander snaps with a flare of crimson to his gaze that puts a shiver down your spine. It works. Your father sits, and the light fades away. "Now that's the smartest thing you've done all night. Didn't think you had it in you."

Homelander pushes his mostly full plate away and sighs, picking up the napkin from his lap to fold. "I was the one who asked to come here, y'know. Practically begged. Thought Christmas might just be a grand ol' time. Do you know how often I'm wrong? I'll give you a hint: it's not often. But you..." He wags his finger between them, smiling more maliciously than you've ever seen him. "You folks really got me tonight."

He stands up. Your heart is pounding in pure anxious adrenaline. For a moment you have a terrible vision of him leaving you here, furious with them and you that this wasn't the experience he had been hoping for.

His hand in your face snaps you out of your thoughts. You look up sharply, and see him looking down at you, that wicked expression suddenly much softer. Kind, even with that anger still simmering under the surface. You close your mouth and take his hand, swallowing.

"Lucky for me I already got my Christmas wish, hmm?" He says, offering you a little wink. "You are... perfect," he says, leaning in to press a tender little kiss to your forehead, emphasizing it with a pointed mmmwuah. "No idea how you escaped all that unscathed," he says, nodding his head in your parents' direction. "So, how about you and I blow this popsicle stand and go find a whooole lotta mistletoe to stand under?"

You exhale a breathless little laugh, tears prickling hotly at your eyes, overwhelmed by how thoroughly he came to your defense. "I'd really, really like that."

Glancing over, Homelander offers your parents one last tight, venomous little smile. "Merry Christmas, you miserable fucks."

Which is exactly how he signs every single Christmas card he maliciously sends your parents each year from that day forward.

#homelander x you #homelander x reader #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #my writing #YOU SNEAKY YOU GOT ME WRITING CRIMMAS EARLY #idk if this was particularly angsty but i hope you enjoy anyways haha #wow i'm in a mood for vicious homelander today aren't i???#i haven't answered asks this much in ages hahaha

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thetravelingtyper · 1 month

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Our Shattered Heart Interlude (Part 2.25) SR (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Loading Track 1 - Work Song by Hozier (SImon RIley One Shot) Kept awake by Soap, Simon takes the time to recollect on a few things close to his Heart.

Warnings: Possible OOC of Simon, Suggestive Content, Cursing, Jealous and Possessive Simon, Konig being slightly unhinged lol

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.50, Masterlist

As decided by the poll! Here is Simon. You don't need to read the other two parts for this I think but I recommend you do for context! Enjoy - Ash :D

Boys, workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat

There's nothing sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

Simon Riley was a light sleeper if he got any sleep at all. Johnny helped but the Scot tended to talk in his sleep, disturbing him. Price had left that day to return to base but you and the men needed to remain for another two weeks. That day you gave the men an earful about their treatment of you.

You turned to Simon with a simmering fire in your eyes. You walked up to him, poked a finger into his chest, and cursed.

“You! Big trouble mister! You were the worst of you lot! Price got away for now but he’ll hear it soon!”

Simon nodded, giving a gruff apology and taking your hand in his. You blinked and looked into his eyes. There you found a swirl of emotion restrained by his nature. He set a hand to your face and tilted your head up.

“I’m sorry dove. I was angry at you, more myself, for not being able to protect you. I should not have left you.”

Johnny sets a hand between Simon’s shoulders.

You lean into his hand.

“It's ok Simon.”

And with that you let him be.

Simon shuffled out of his room quietly, making sure not to disturb Soap who rolled over, pulling into himself without Simon there. Stretching his neck, Simon red the clock, 2:46 am, he sighed, he was going to feel this tomorrow. The man padded down the hall, passing the sound of Gaz snoring in his room. He turned the corner into the kitchen. Opening the cabinet he reached for a glass and a bottle of bourbon. Sighing he poured himself a glass and leaned against the counter taking a sip. His memories kept him company.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

He and Heart were on a duo mission in the Alps running intel for a botched mission. Everything had gone to shit when Ghost got shot. The shot went clean through, nicking nothing important but he collapsed with a yell from Heart.

“Shit Simon!.” Heart yanked him up and fled.

The night was almost on you. You rushed to pad the wound the best you could, heart quivering. The kiss had changed things between you two but he didn’t speak on it. You had to think fast! Wait! Kortac!

You grabbed your emergency phone and dialed the only person you could quickly reach. König.

The operator had a safehouse in the Austrian Central Alps and you tried your luck…with success. König had picked up with a kurt,

“Who is this? How did you get this number.”

“König it's me! Heart, I need help!”

His voice changed immediately,

“Schatz! Where are you?”

You responded with your coordinates and set Simon down against a tree, his groaning sharpening to a gruff laugh. You turn to him with wide eyes, his bandage having bled through. You curse, putting your phone in his hand to hold while you repack the would, burying the bloody bandages as it begins to snow.

“Schatz!” Königs voice echoes from the phone drawing Simon's sharp eye.

You try to take it from him but Simon grips the phone tighter.

“You called the Austrian?”

It's sharp, venomous even, his eyes trying to focus on you. You just gape at him, the sting of his voice carrying something you couldn't identify. You yank the phone from him while König confirms your location, he could be there in an hour. You praise him with thanks and try your radio again as the weather worsens. Nothing. You pace before you hear a gasp of pain. You turn to see that Simon has pulled himself up to lean against the tree.

“What in the fucking world are you doing LT?!?”

He just glares at the phone. Arms reaching forward to jaggedly pull you to him. The tactical vests kept you inches apart but the glower of his combat mask took up the entirety of your vision.

“You called König?” Simon hissed, having set your rifles aside he cusps your neck and pulled your face as close as he could with your helmets on. You pause before you simmer,

“You’re bleeding like a stuck pig Ghost!”

You want to throw your hands up but his form entraps you. With strength you didn't know he could manage, he turns you both and pins you to the tree, breath heaving from the exertion. He grips the back of your neck with a gloved hand.

“I don’t like him.”

You gawk at the man who’s form starts to sway,

“You got freaking SHOT! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?

He chuckles deeply, caressing your neck, and his free hand reaching to lift his mask above his mouth.

“What is this about Ghos-” You are cut off when he slams his lips against yours for the second time.

Boys, when my baby found me

I was three days on a drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin' in her room but an empty crib

And I was burnin' up a fever

I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

You gasp into the kiss, Simon pinning you further and taking the moment to open the kiss. You shove against him and he grunts, parting with heavy breaths and dilated pupils.

“Simon! What, how, why? You've been shot this is not the freaking time!”

His head staggers to your neck, lips parting with a deep chuckle that reverberates against you. He presses a kiss to your exposed neck that has your legs quaking. Your hands push against him with a little more success, but he is stubborn.

“Stop.” It is a deep-voiced command you push anyway.

“You need to sit down Sir.” He groans at that, but your phone rings again igniting something fierce in Simon. You go to pull it out but he uses his free hand to pin yours back.

“What the fu-” He bites your neck and your head knocks back against the tree neck as the phone continues to ring. He tongues over the mark before tracing up your neck. You give a breathy whimper before looking into Simon's eyes. His pupils are blown but his face cripples in pain as the phone rings. You push him, finding he gives with, stumbling, his bandages reddening.

You dash for the phone, grabbing it as Simon reaching for you collapses, clutching his side. You rush to grab him, answering Königs questions.

“Simon!” He blacks out.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

König arrives in 30 minutes, dressed in winter gear, and helps you to rewrap Simon and take him back to the safe house. You both rush into an open area with two single beds. König and you set Simon down and you are panicking. König grabs medical supplies while you work getting Simon’s equipment off. You strip his top off peeling the bloody compression shirt off and leaving his scarred abdomen open. You rewrap his wound and lean him back against the pillows.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Simon faded in and out, lured to moments of almost consciousness by your laughter. His eyes momentarily open, muddy eyes from the shot you have given him earlier. As he comes to, unable to move he sees König and you close together, sitting at the table and eating. Something deep in his gut, not nausea nor pain, burned as he saw König reach an arm around you.

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamplight I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

Night fell quickly as you rewrapped Simon and then used the shower, reappearing in a spare one of König’s shirts and your winter pants. You checked on Simon who was still out cold. Under the eyes of König you run a hand down his masked face, eyes tracing firm and scarred muscle. König then sees your neck his eyes darkening.

“Schatz”

You turn to him in question.

“Are you and the Ghost together.”

The question startles you and you look to the taller man with wide eyes. He takes the moment to stand, and to your surprise pulls off his sniper’s hood. Underneath was a handsome face, pale eyes, and dark brown hair. He reached back and undid his bun letting his hair fall. He steps forward, towering over you.

You stutter a no, a “I don’t Know.”

König nods looking almost sagelike. He reads your body and eyes.

“It's complicated ja?”

You just sigh and nod, a hand running through your hair. You then sit down on the other bed and he joins you as you just spill it out. Everything, Soap, Gaz, Ghost and then Price. You go on for an hour just talking with König listening. As you end he sets a large hand on your knee in comfort as you collapse onto the bed with a huff. Your eyes turn to you and he smiles, making your breath hitch.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Something in Simon's mind stirs, he shifts and feeling exposed his eyes open. He shifts up against the pillows he is propped against and his eyes seek you. What he sees makes him freeze. Your back is on the bed with an unmasked, lessly dressed König leaning over you. Your laughter chimed out. Simon's heart freezes seeing Königs hand on your knee before it lifts to hover over you. Ghost tears through him then something black and vicious. Simon practically throws himself up with a grunt, then he's on his feet. You shoot up, knocking into König whose eyes fly to the standing Lieutenant.

“Back the fuck off of them.”

He barks the order as he steps forward rage balling his fists up and tensing his muscles. König chuckles and stands, putting himself between you and Simon.

“What will you do Geist?” He says calmly, something in Königs brain raising in glee at a challenge. You wrap an arm around König and pull but the man doesn’t move.

“König! Stop!” But the man continues tempting Simon, like baiting a wolf.

“You can’t protect them, what can you and your team do if I..” König spins around and gives you a knowing look,

“Wha-”

He grabs your face and presses his soft lips to yours. With you in shock, he deepens the kiss in a mock way. Simon snaps, lunging forward and tackling the bigger man as you step back in shock. König is strong but Ghost tears through Simon as rage and pent-up emotional adrenaline rush through him. He flips himself on top of the man, falling on top of him to the floor. His hand grabs for his knife and he pins König to the floor with a growl and a knife to his neck.

“Simon!” You yell it out but the man doesn’t move, dark eyes staring into König as then König laughs, a hearty sound that rumbles under Simon. His ice eyes gleam with delight. He had been wanting to test the famous Ghost. Simon, mind clear and now awake sees this then and stabs the knife into the wood floor next to König. You rush forward then wrap your arms around his bare chest.

“Simon that's enough.” Those possessive eyes then shoot at you in Königs shirt. He surges up off of König and crowds you, backing you up until you fall back onto the bed. He follows, his knee bracing on the other side of your thigh and hands, arms, and chest caging you in. König stays sprawled out watching the show.

Simon's eyes burn into yours, something hot and possessive burns there. You gulp unsure what to do, but the position does something, sending a simmering heat to your belly. Simon breaths heavily, rage dissipating, his eyes catch the spot he marked on your next, and pleasure surges through him. His eyes flicker to König who watches with a smirk, he realizes then. It was a test. Simon’s eyes meet yours and you find your hands reaching for his face to try and comfort him, but he does something a lot more intimate. After pulling his mask up, His lids droop and he dips his mouth into you in a languid kiss. You moan into the kiss and he chases the sound, lowering his weight onto you.

His hands run at the edges of Königs shirt possessively, Jealousy burning at his fingertips as they skim your skin but don't go under. No. Simon parts from your lips, tracing a kiss down your jaw and then to your neck as your arousal builds.

“Si-” He sucks at the junction of your neck that has you arching your back under him. He pauses then kisses there and hums against your skin as his arms work their way around you.

König stands, turns, and enters the bathroom and Simon relaxes fully.

He then, grabbing you, rolls so you're on his chest. The position allows you to finally take a deep breath and still your wildly beating heart. Simon runs a hand through your hair as you stare at him in wonder. His eyes soften before he tisks in pain, You try to get off him but his arms shoot out, muscles pulling you back to him.

“No, please stay.”

His voice is soft, something tender and sweet. You look down at him and feeling a push from your heart, clenching so tightly it takes your breath, you kiss him. SImons eyes widen before closing as your hands brace his wound before traveling up tight muscle. You echo him earlier by then parting and tucking your face into his next in embarrassment.

“No Dove, let me see you.”

Simon murmurs and you pull back as he cradles your cheek. You see the adoration then, in a brief flash before the bathroom door has Simon's eyes becoming guarded again. You take the moment to roll off him and sit up. König reappears with the knife, standing with a smirk regarding you as Simon sits up. You stand to approach König but Simon stands and wraps you in his arms, pulling you flush against him. The Skull glowers at König but the man waves Simon off, offering his knife back by the blade. Simon reaches and takes the blade in silent agreement with the Austrian. You relax then in SImon’s hold as König flips off the light and gets into bed.

“Goodnight Schatz,” he says as he turns his back to you too.

Simon huffs, releasing you to lie down on the bed, pulling himself tenderly under the covers. To your surprise, he pulls his balaclava off. You go to get a wipe for his eye black but he just takes your hand and pulls. You sigh, murmuring a good night to König, and shuffle into bed minding Simon’s wound. He quickly pulls your back to him and engulfs you with his arms. You blush but as the actions of the day finally catch up to you you find yourself nodding off in your Simons arms.

He presses a final kiss to the side of your head and after you fall asleep he murmurs a deep,

“I love you.”

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

SImon finishes his glass of bourbon as there is a noise. There is a quick light as you shuffle out into the kitchen. You then notice Simon.

“Si,” you yawn, “Why are you up?”

He sets his glass aside. He opens his arms and you immediately come forward into them. You press a tender kiss to his jaw and he embraces you.

“Just thinking Dove.”

He pulls you in for a secret kiss, fingers dancing down your arms and intertwining your hands,

“Just thinking.”

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d34dlysinner · 7 months

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Hi hi~ I can't get over the reaction of Ppyong after eating chocolate from human world, especially that it got compared to Beelzebub's cooking.

I'd like to request a scenario of Kings (and Sitri with Zagan, if that's OK with you) trying some human food~ I don't exactly know what dish or sweets to propose

Have a great day and best luck in gacha!

(Thanks! XD also wish you a great day and luck in gacha)

Satan loves snake venom wine. The moment you heard that you wondered if you should actually give him human food. Thinking that it'll be too plain for him. So you started small. Giving the human like variant of his favourite food. Just normal red wine. And you were right. It was too plain for him, but it didn't mean that he hated it. He then tried various desserts, donuts, cakes. He had to admit that he liked those more than the wine you gave him.

Beelzebub loved many types of food. He is a great cook after all. So when he tasted human food he wasn't all too surprised with liking it. What did surprise him was that good human food was on par with his cooking.

"You humans eat like this every day without any side effects?... I should come here more."

He does like the chaos that comes out of his decisions and creations, hut he had to admit that at times he probably doesn't have the greatest control over what exactly happens after eating his food.

Mammon favourite food was peach. So he atleast could easily enjoy peaches in the human world. You eventually introduced him to many desserts and dishes that contained peach or other fruits similar to peaches. He liked them all. He would even ask you to prepare some of those dishes from time to time. Or let someone who serves him master in cooking those dishes.

Leviathan would seem like the type to be a picky eater. He would take his time choosing what he wants to eat and when he doesn't know he'll let you decide. That's what happens when you offer him a menu in the human world. You both sat at a cafe as you waited for him to pick. He eventually went and picked what you took. "Human food is so confusing... but I'll understand once I ate some of it...", he says as he observes the dish in front of him.

Zagan was being his usual self. He didn't say much when you offered him some food. He didn't say much when he ate the food, but he did thank you. You kind of had to guess what he thought of the food with just his expressions. Him humming wasn't enough for you to decipher his thoughts. You were happy when he decided to close his eyes and silently enjoyed the food with a slight smile on his face.

Sitri is a man who loves tea. And there's nothing that goes better with tea than cookies and cake. So you promised Sitri to bring him some human worldly food for him to try with his tea. You started out simple and brought some cookies with you. He thanked you for the food as he observed the treats up close. He took one out and bit a little of the cookie as he savored the taste. "Sweet... It'll work nicely with some teas I have." He says as he thanks you yet again for introducing him to human world foods.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb asks #whb satan #whb beel #whb leviathan #whb mammon #whb sitri #whb zagan

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smiley-babe · 2 years

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Suguru x Reader x Satoru

Nsfw/ MDNI 18+

⚠️ Warning: AFAB/ female reader, establish relationship (Getou x reader), threesome, double penetration, fellatio/ cunnilingus, anal (m + f), SatoSugu moments (very fruity), Gojo is a whiny bottom

Summary: You finally meet your boyfriend’s best friend. You didn’t see tonight taking such a turn.

Wc: 5.4k

For once Gojo was annoyed with Getou talking. He was bragging about his girlfriend that just moved in with him. Getou had kept his woman a secret for a year, waiting for them to become serious.

Satoru heard the words, "absolutely beautiful, amazing cook, witty, confident, bratty and freaky" to describe you. "Let me meet her then since she's so impressive." A smirk tugs at the white haired man's lips.

The black haired man tensed a little. "Don't think that's a good idea 'Toru. I don't want you soiling my new toy." A bit of venom is laced in Getou's voice.

Gojo chuckles. "Aww. Worried she'll like me more than you Sugu?"

Getou's brows furrow. "Tch. Don't play with me Gojo. She wouldn't be tempted by you."

Said man shrugs. "Remember those nights we competed on who's the best at gratification?" Getou knows where this is going. Those nights were fun, he admits. But he loves you and feels a certain possession over you. He couldn't imagine sharing you. "She can be the score keeper. It'll be like old times." Gojo pats Getou's shoulder.

Getou glares at him and pushes his hand off. "I'll think about it."

In the kitchen you prepare handmade lasagna and garlic bread. Apparently you'll be having company, according to Getou; an old friend of his. At first you were confused as to why he kept this close friend a secret. But you find out why when you meet him.

As you're taking your lasagna out of the oven, the doorbell rings. "I got it babe!," Suguru calls out before approaching the door. Prior to letting Gojo in, he gives him a stern, "No funny shit Satoru." The man grins and holds hands up defensively. He walks in and their shoulders brush together.

You come into the living room, removing your oven mits. Upon seeing the stranger in the living room your movements cease. He's just a bit taller than your boyfriend, slender, snowy white hair framing his pretty but masculine face. For some reason he had on circular dark shades, but you catch a glimpse of his glimmery soft blue eyes as he approaches you. His smile is breathtaking. This man looked as godly as Getou.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Gojo. Satoru Gojo." He takes your hand in his and brings your knuckles to his lips. They're so soft!, you scream in your head. "You can call me Satoru. But I'd prefer you to scream it instead." He sends you a wink and your face heats up abnormally.

An arm around your waist brings you out of your trance, finally freeing your hand from Gojo's grasp. "Enough Satoru." The jealousy isn't hard to miss. It's in Getou's demeanor; the way his grip around your waist tightens, his glare towards the smiling man. Possessiveness.

"Um I'm y/n. Nice to meet you Gojo." You flash him a smile and god he can feel his knees buckle. Getou wasn't wrong. You were breathtaking to the white haired man. He tries not to let his gaze linger too long but that was proving difficult. "I've made dinner. How bout we eat?"

You walk to the kitchen first, leaving the boys behind as you finish setting things up. Getou grabs Gojo's arm before he can follow you. "Don't make her uncomfortable."

Gojo just smirks. "Wouldn't dream of it Sugu. You have great taste. Where'd you meet her?"

Getou laughs a bit thinking back on it. You both bumped into each other, spilling your drinks on each other. Both of you were seething and cussing at each other, causing a scene. The next day he sees you again and you buy him a muffin as an apology. "I'm not usually so quick to anger but yesterday was just one inconvenience after the other." He was still kind of ticked off about the situation and decided to take it out on your pussy in the bathroom. "Let's just say we went from enemies to lovers real quick."

The two men walk into the kitchen to get to the dining room. Dinner is all set up and you were sitting at the table. "I hope you like it Gojo. It's Suguru's favorite." Suguru kisses your cheek before sitting next to you.

Gojo is quick to dig in, eager to know if you really were a great cook like Getou claims. He groans a bit savoring all the delicious flavors. Getou watches him with a smirk. "This is damn good y/n! I might need a plate to go."

You laugh a little. "I'm so glad you like it."

"So y/n," he shoves more food in his mouth. "What do you do for work?"

"I'm a secretary to Mr. Nanami Kento for Nanami Tech Co." Gojo damn near chokes on his food. Actually he does. His fist hits his sternum as he sputters. "Oh goodness, are you okay Gojo?"

The man breaks out in a laugh. "I know Nanamin personally. 'm surprised he never bent you over his desk."

Getou's brows furrow and he gives the man yet another glare. "You can't say shit like that Satoru."

Your face flushes a bit. It had happened twice with the gloomy man but it was a couple years ago. "'s okay Sugu. He's just speaking his mind. No harm, no foul."

Gojo has a habit of wanting to get under people's skin. The rest of dinner was pretty quiet with small talk here and there.

When you tell them you're going to clean up the dishes, Satoru and Suguru volunteer. "You worked hard on dinner baby. Go rest. I'll get you some wine." He presses a kiss on your forehead and you smile, obliging. He turns to Satoru. "We need to talk."

"Okay I'll admit you're right. She's a total babe. And she can throw down in the kitchen. How much do I have to pay for just a taste?"

Getou scoffs and picks up a dirty plate. "I'm not her pimp, asshole. You'll have to ask her yourself." He snatches Gojo by the back of the collar of his shirt before he can run over to you. "After the dishes."

Gojo lets out a whine, like a kid who just got told he can't have ice cream for dinner. They clean up the dishes; Getou washing and Gojo drying.

Before Getou goes into the living room he pours you a glass of your favorite red wine. Gojo, the egocentric giant, decides to sit close to you on the couch, his knee touching yours. "Thank you for helping clean up Gojo."

He waves you off with a dopey grin. "It's my thanks and payment for the very delicious dinner."

Getou hands you your wine glass and you mumble a loving, "Thanks baby." You smile warmly at Gojo. "You're too sweet Gojo." Your voice is alluring to him. He wants to know how it sounds for you to say his first name. To hear you whine it and drag it out as he pounds into you balls deep.

Meanwhile the dark haired man was still feeling possessive, watching Gojo sit so close to you while he sat in a chair near you.

"So y/n how long have you and Sugu been together?"

You sip your wine and hum in thought. "A little over a year now. He's a total sweetheart." Despite your first and second initial contact with him, Getou has always been soft towards you. It's a habit he can't seem to break.

"A year?," Gojo ponders. "And he's never mentioned me once? So mean of you Sugu. We're literally besties." Gojo puts on a pouty face while Getou shakes his head. Get to the point Toru, he says in his head.

You frown a bit. "I thought it was weird too that I had never heard about you until now."

The white haired man chuckles. "Think I know why. As besties, me and Sugu share everything. Food, interests, ideals, good looks, you name it. In the past we've also shared women."

Your eyes widen as the gears turn in your head. "I- Getou is this true?" You turn to the man who looks nonchalant. He loves you a lot but he also has a deep love for Gojo. Letting the man practically get anything he wants and even helping him, if need be.

"Hear him out baby. The experience will be toe curling." He sends you a wink.

You snap your attention back to Gojo who's now standing in front of you, towering over you with all 6 foot 3 inches of him. "What do you say? Will you be a good girl and let us share you for the night?" His thumb traces over your plush lips leaving you sort of in a trance.

Getou stands next to him. "What's your answer sweetheart?" You were stuck. On one side you weren't sure if this was some fidelity test where if you answer yes Getou will call you a slut and kick you out. But the other side can't help but be swayed by the idea of these absolute Adonis's of men dominating you.

"Getou is this okay?" You meet his gaze and it was soft as always.

A smile forms on his lips. "Whatever my princess wants, she will get. If you want this you can have it y/n."

Your gaze shifts back to Gojo who is smirking. "I wonder if you taste as good as your cooking."

Getou leans down and presses kisses on your lips. "Take that skirt off baby. Show us how pretty your pussy is." His lips brush over yours.

Your hands are moving before you even register what you're doing, tugging your skirt off until it's on the floor. Satoru's fingers graze over the skin of your bare thighs. They're a little cold so you shiver. His face is mere inches away. "May I?" His cerulean eyes flicker to your lips that are begging for attention. You nod and pull him down by his shirt to fit your lips to his.

His knee rests in between your thighs as he kneels on the couch to get closer. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip and you let him in.

Getou didn't think watching his woman make out with his best friend would turn him on. But it did. He watches you grind your covered cunt on Gojo's thigh as your fingers tangle in his locks. Gojo swallows your whimpers and grabs one of your breasts, fondling it through your shirt. He tugs at your shirt. "Take this off for me."

Tugging the clothing over your head, you toss it on the floor with your skirt. His hands are quick and have your bra off before you know it. "Look at those pretty tits," he says as he cups them in his big hands. You moan softly against his lips as he pinches the hardened nubs.

As he kisses you he gets on his knees on the floor. His fingers loop into the waistband of your thong, slowly sliding them off your soft thighs. A string of slick connects your underwear and your soaked core. Getou feels himself harden from the sight. So wet for his best friend.

Gojo pulls away and finally notices how fucking soaked you are. "Mind if I have a taste?" Your response is you putting your legs on his shoulder, exposing yourself to him. He catches a glimpse of a gold anklet dangling next to his ear. The chain had several diamonds hanging from it. The initials SG catches his eye which causes him to smirk. "Me and Sugu have the same initials. That means you belong to both of us."

His head lowers between your thighs. "I don't think that's-" Your breath gets caught in your throat when feeling him lick a strip up your pussy. You shudder from the warmth of his tongue. His eyes roll back into his head as he hungrily dives his tongue between your folds before wrapping his pretty lips around your clit. The taste and smell of your arousal is addictive. He doesn't even care when your fingers pull his hair and your moans get louder. You're close; he can tell but he doesn't want to stop. "G- Gojo! Fuck!" You clench around nothing while orgasming. Gojo continues to suck and lick your clit while you cry out from the overstimulation.

Getou approaches you two, laying a hand on Gojo's shoulder. "Give her a rest. Let me take over." Hesitantly Gojo gets up, licking his lips of your juices.

Getou then gets on his knees in front of you, grasping the back of your thighs. "How you feeling sweetheart?"

You weakly smile at him. "Good baby. Just sensitive."

"Let daddy have a taste, yeah?" You nod and release his hair from it's bun style, his long hair cascading down his shoulders. You like to hold his hair while he eats you out. He smiles before focusing on your soaking slit.

He starts with your hardened clit, rolling it on his tongue. Your back arches from the feeling of cold metal from his black tongue piercing. His eyes are closed as he savors your taste. "S- Sugu...," you whine out, digging your heels into his shoulder blades. He pulls away and slides two fingers into you with no resistance from your pussy.

"So warm baby," he coos as he starts with slow drawn out thrusts to stretch you out. He watches your slick ooze out of you. His dick strains against the confines of his jeans, painfully hard. But tonight is all about pleasuring and worshipping you.

When his fingers thrust faster you're whining his name. He curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. You tug at his silky dark locks. "Fu- ck. Sugu don't- don't stop." You're in ecstasy. His tongue goes back to teasing your clit and all your words get caught in your throat.

Getou can tell you're close by how much you're squirming and pulling at his hair. "Satoru held her down. Watch my fingers."

The now naked man comes over to sit next to you, pushing your hips down firmly. When the hell did he get naked? You were too busy focusing on Getou's skillful tongue while Gojo removed all his clothes, stroking himself as he watched. "Baby," your eyes are back on Getou. "He's our guest. Touch him a bit while he holds you."

Finally you eye Gojo's hard length. Just like him, it's pretty. The tip is flushed a bright pink with pre oozing from it. You cry out when Getou's fingers hit your spot really hard. That's his only warning to do what he asks of you. After that he's going to be mean. Your hand wraps around Gojo's pretty cock, smearing the pre over his length.

While you pump his cock you look him in his captivating eyes. Getou's fingers get faster, causing you both to look down. Your moans get louder. "W- wait baby," you moan and whimper. " 'm gonna make a m- mess. St- stop." Pleading with him even though you know damn well you don't want him to stop.

Getou's chuckle gives you goosebumps. "I'll buy you a new couch baby. Just let it out. Make a fuckin mess for me." The squelching sound of your pussy gets louder and so does your cries of pleasure.

Gojo is trying to watch Getou's fingers disappear inside you while fucking your fist. "Oh god Sugu! Fuckfuckfuck!," you yell out, clear liquid shooting out of you while your thighs tremble near Getou's ears.

"That's it baby. Such a good fucking girl for me." He says helping you ride out your orgasm with his fingers before pecking your clit and getting up. "Need you to do something for us pretty girl." He removes his pants and boxers while Gojo stands up. Getou groans when he finally frees his throbbing cock. It's a tan color with a flushed red tip. He has more girth than length which is saying something. He's practically leaking precum. "On your knees y/n. You know what to do."

Gojo tosses a couch pillow on the floor for you. "Don't want to bruise the pretty princess," he says in a mocking tone.

"That's right Satoru. Have to treat her nicely." Getou pumps his length a couple times before tapping the tip on your lips. Satoru is not that far behind him.

Your tongue swirls around Getou's swollen red tip, tasting the pre leaking out of it. Gojo stands next to him. "What about me?," he says with a pout.

Spitting into your hand, you stroke Getou while wrapping your lips around Gojo, bobbing your head already. "How're you so good at this?" Satoru moans softly, tilting his head back a bit, his pretty eyes fluttering shut.

Then you switch, your small hand wrapped around Gojo and your lips on your boyfriend, taking him as far down your throat as you can. Alternating between the two of them, an idea pops in your head.

"Want to try something. Can you guys move closer?" They exchange looks then each take a small step closer to each other. "Closer guys." One more measly step. "Oh my god. Stand right next to each other." Getou is hesitant but Gojo doesn't know what personal space is and stands right next to him.

What you do next surprises both the boys. You grab both of their throbbing members, putting them together and putting both their tips in your mouth while stroking their shafts. "Your girl is such a slut for us Sugu. Taking us both in her mouth like this." Gojo grins widely and threads his fingers through your hair. Your pussy clenches around nothing upon hearing the degrading nickname.

You lick and tease their tips, then alternate between each one, trying to get them down your throat as much as you can.

Getou feels Gojo's lips on his neck, leaving wet kisses and small bites. "Toru keep it up and I'm going to pound your ass again."

Satoru chuckles a bit against his skin. "What makes you think I don't want that?"

Suguru quirks a brow at him. Then he grips Satoru's jaw, squishing his cheeks. His lips meet Satoru's and Satoru melts into the kiss. He loves being this close to his best friend. One slightly tipsy slip up is all it took to get closer. When he pulls away, Getou tugs his his lip with his teeth. Grabbing a fistful of Satoru's silk hair and tilting his back he says, "You're still such a little whore Toru."

Satoru smiles, loving the name, "Only for you... daddy."

Suguru rolls his eyes and releases the male. But he can't help the small smile that tugs at his lips.

You were trying to focus on giving the men pleasure but what unfolded in front of you had your cunt throbbing. "Suguru please. Want to be filled," you beg the man squeezing his tip while pre dribbles out.

He caresses your cheek sweetly. "You heard her Satoru. She wants to be filled."

Suddenly you get picked up by Gojo, a little amazed that this scrawny guy can pick you up with ease. You're back on the couch again, same position, sitting while your legs are spread by hands bigger than your face. "I'll try to be gentle but no promises. Tell me if I'm going too rough." You nod before leaning up to kiss him.

Damn if Getou wasn't your boyfriend you'd be trying your luck with Gojo. His tip rubs sloppily through your folds and you whine at the feeling of finally being stimulated. He swallows your whines with his lips but pulls away to line himself up.

With anticipation, you watch him sink into you inch by inch, standing at the edge of the couch and gripping the top of it. He bites his lip as you clench around him already. "So big Toru." God he loves how whiney you sound.

" 'm gonna move." You nod and clutch his bicep as he starts off slow and deep. "Godamn princess this shit is wet." One of his hands grip the back of your thigh, holding it still. His thrusts pick up speed, hitting you deeply over and over.

Your nails dig into his arm. "Oh god! Fuck that feels gooooood~" Skin slapping and your whimpers feel the room. Getou is in your shared bedroom, looking for something.

"Ah ah ah Satoru- fuck!" You can't help but scream out as he shoves his cock deep in you and pulls out all the way to the tip before repeating his actions.

With the angle he's hitting, your legs are already trembling. "Feels good yeah?" Instead of trying to speak and potentially embarrass yourself, you just nod. "No wonder Getou took you for himself." His thrusts are getting harder, showing your pussy no mercy. The cushion under his fingers is being crushed while he drills into you. He feels so drunk off the high he's giving you.

Getou has made his way back into the room. "Make her cum Satoru. I have an idea." His friend's voice doesn't still his strokes. Gojo hits a different angle that has you creaming and crying.

His thumb caresses your clit, the pressure in your tummy building higher and higher. "C- cumming Satoruuuu," you whine out.

"Go 'head, let go princess." Your moans get louder and your legs shake from pleasure. You squirt once again while cumming, wetting Gojo's abs. He slows down, letting you ride out your high. "Good girl. That's it." He wipes your tears that you unconsciously let out.

Reluctantly, he pulls out of your heat. "How would you like to be double stuffed baby?," Getou asks with a smirk while he approaches you.

You giggle. "Might as well call me an oreo." He knew you'd be into it, his little freak. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

"Where do you want Toru? In your ass or pussy?" Satoru already misses the way you suck him in.

You shrug. "You pick baby." The devious smirk that creeps onto his face does not go missed by you.

"Well I want to take your anal virginity. How does that sound?"

It surprises him when you laugh. "Sugu babe you're the only one with their anal virginity here."

His eyes widen. "When and with who?"

You shake your head and smile. "I'll tell you later. Right now I just want to be stuffed again Sugu." You peck his lips which turns into a makeout session. Satoru now feels left out and painfully hard from not being able to cum for the past half hour.

"Come on guyssss. I'm getting blue balls over here," Satoru whines as Suguru is busy sucking your tongue and rubbing his length against your soaked pussy. Getou sets you down.

"Pick her up Satoru. I'll be right behind her." The white haired male's smile is contagious. He picks you up once again, peppering your face in kisses. Getou is squeezing lube onto his fingers while you and Satoru make out hot and heavy. He couldn't wait to sink back into your warm cunt. You feel Suguru's fingers on your hole and you whimper against Satoru's lips. The lube is cold in contrast to your warm body and Suguru's digits. "I'm going to start putting them in baby."

You nod and whine loudly when one finger slides into you. He works you open a bit before sliding another one in. By now you've pulled away from Gojo's lips, gripping his shoulders, trying the get used to this feeling once again. It's not as foreign as the first time but it's weird after not doing it for a while.

"Satoru you have to wait," Getou scolds him. The taller man is lining himself up to your entrance, his erection causing him so much pain at this point. "Wait until I'm inside. Y/n go head and touch him. He's trying to be patient but is being a brat." You can feel Getou's chuckle on your back, vibrating through you. You reach a hand down, between you and Satoru, grasping Gojo's length. It was making a mess of precum and felt so warm to the touch.

While you pump him slowly, edging him just right, Suguru's fingers work faster inside your tight hole. Both you and Satoru are moaning messes, wanting your orgasms badly. The feeling of Getou's fingers retreat. He squeezes lube on his length and strokes himself, making sure to cover himself enough. "Ready beautiful?"

You turn to him slightly. "Pleaseeee. I want to cum again." He sends you a devilish smile before plunging his tip into your hole. You gasped and squeezed Satoru's dick a little hard which makes him grit his teeth.

"Satoru start out slow. Please?" Getou makes eye contact with with said man who nods. "Good boy."

Satoru's stomach flutters as he pushes back into your sopping core. Getou's praise is everything to the man, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

As you feel both of them bottom out, you shiver. You're completely filled to the brim. Getou starts by pulling out slowly, his breath catching in his throat because of how tight you feel. When he slides back in Gojo is pulling out. They keep up this pattern and soon start going faster.

Satoru keeps his chin resting on your shoulder every now and then when you clench around him, he bites your shoulder. Not hard but enough to make a mark. This causes you to cry out and whimper. Suguru's groans in your other ear makes this experience even hotter. He leaves wet open mouth kisses on your back and neck.

"Sugu please let me cum. I- I can't hold it." His response is a sharp slap on your ass.

Satoru kisses up your neck and pecks your lips with a little smile. "He wants us to cum together princess. Just hold it as best as you can please?" You nod and moan loudly when feeling Getou's strokes get harder.

They both fill you up rougher and harder. All you can do is cry and moan from the feeling. The denial of your orgasm was starting to feel harder to control. "Please please please let me cummmm." You're begging at this point, almost crying.

Getou doesn't answer and keeps drilling into you. "Fuck you're so tight. Gonna c- cum." The noises you all make get louder. Your pleading and moans, Satoru's little whines and moans and Getou's grunts and groans.

The rope is snapping. You can't hold it anymore. Your whole body seizes as you start cumming for the fourth time tonight. "Ohgodohgod. Fuck!" Your nails dig deeply into Satoru's shoulders. That's what it took for him to cum finally. Getou was right behind the two of you, filling your tight hole with his hot cum.

The sound of your panting is all that comes from you guys. Your body is worn out and you feel gross with both men's loads seeping out of you. "Bath please baby."

Getou takes you from Gojo, holding you bridal style before heading to the master bathroom to run you a bath.

Unfortunately for Satoru he was still painfully hard. And there was no way in hell he was going to use his hand. He'll simply wait for Getou to come back and present him with a new competition. One he knows he'll be able to win.

Getou gives you a forehead kiss in the bath. You smile weakly. "Thank you baby. That was an amazing experience."

"Of course lovely. Enjoy your bath while I kick Toru out." You hum in response as you lean back, enjoying the warmth of the water.

Getou threw on a pair of boxers and shorts before heading to the living room. He finds his best friend lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, still very much erect as pre oozes out of him. Getou shakes his head. "You're never satisfied huh?"

Without looking up from his phone he responds. "You know me so well bestie."

Suguru sits next to him and sighs. "What do ya want brat?"

Now he sets his phone down. "I have a little game we can play." Suguru rolls his eyes. He knows how this is going to go.

"And what's this game Toru?" He watches Gojo get on his knees in front of him.

"It's called 'let's see who can outlast the other'. Whoever cums first loses." Getou snorts and attempts to get up but Gojo shoves him back down. "Please?"

"Gojo go find someone else. I don't feel okay fucking you while I'm in a relationship. We had our fun now go home."

A pout forms on Gojo's face. "No one does it better than you. Please?"

Suguru rolls his eyes. "I'm not even hard anymore."

"I can fix that." Gojo pipes up. He mashes his lips to Getou's lips, straddling his lap. This kiss was needier than the other one. More teeth and tongue clashing.

The bath is relaxing and you feel so calm until... you hear weird noises from the living room. Your brows furrow from your peace being disturbed.

So you sigh and reluctantly get out of the warm bath, wrapping a fluffy white towel around your body. Slowly you make your way to the living room on wobbly legs. The hardwood floor is cold under your toes. The noise is getting louder. Like a slapping sound and loud gurgling.

Peeking around the corner of the hallway you gape at the sight. Gojo is on the couch on his knees, his chest pressed up against the back of it. His face is flushed, tears in his eyes and he's drooling around Getou's fingers. "I said to be quiet Toru. We don't want y/n to hear."

Suguru's thick member disappears into Satoru's tight hole. His thrusts are always so slow and deep and Satoru loves it. He can't help but moan loudly every time Getou pushes back in. Getou's other hand starts pumping Gojo, squeezing out more precum. "N- not... fair Suguru," Gojo whines.

The black haired male takes his fingers out of Gojo's mouth. "Shut up." He grabs Gojo's hair and presses his face into the back of the couch. "You get double the pleasure for being a greedy brat. Seems fair to me."

"Ah! Sugu it's s- so good! You're so good," Gojo babbles, drool seeping from his mouth. It was safe to say Getou is fucking him stupid. Getou's teeth latch onto Gojo's shoulder as he continues to drill into him. And Gojo happily took it all.

Tears of pure pleasure slip down his cheeks as he continues to moan. Getou is chasing his own bliss, forgetting the competition, as he's ramming deep into Gojo and pumping him faster, his hand covered in Gojo's sticky pre. The dark haired male isn't sure how much longer he can last.

"Dammit Gojo just cum already," he growls at Satoru who just whines in response. He stops pumping Satoru and grabs his shoulders, hitting his prostate even harder.

Satoru struggles to breath with all stimulation. His eyes roll back into his head and his moans are even whinier and high pitched.

"Fuck!," Getou grunts before cumming in Satoru, fucking it deep into him.

"L- looks like I wo-" A loud moan cuts off his sentence. Suguru pumps his cock hard and fast, causing Satoru to paint his own abs and the couch in a liquid white. Satoru slumps forward, completely spent.

You clear your throat and both of them snap their heads to look at you, still wrapped in your towel. "Toru you can sleep in the guest room after you shower. Sugu you're on cleaning duty tomorrow."

Suguru is relieved you're not mad at him for indulging in his best friend's stupid game.

"Yes ma'am," they both reply sheepishly.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #getou smut #gojo smut #geto x reader #getou suguru #satosugu #satosugu smut #jjk smut #smiley’s works <3

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your requested reminder to post knives going nuclear on zazie when you can :)

ok so im going to be reblogging this to the body horrors week later cause. uh. well. knives. quite literally goes nuclear?

all of these screenshots are from the overhaul project cause i haven't managed to catch the dark horse digital editions on sale yet, though i'll provide the dark horse translations where i can because i have physical copies, and the dark horse translations are imo clearer here.

there are ids in all the alt texts for the photos, it's why this took several days longer than i'd originally planned -finger guns- alt texts might look a little weird in the first set btw - tumblr started eating the photoset and i had to spend an extra half an hour fixing it -finger guns-

the pages are volume 11, pages 90-92, and 114-17, because a lot of the pages in between are leadup pages and also have the zazie control worm. thing.

pages 90-2 are the distant explosion (you can click on the first image and see it in the photo viewer, if for some reason it will not view in dashboard mode. But it does exist!)

(on page 90, dark horse is a lot more specific, with "the northeast sky is glowing" instead of "the whole sky is glowing". the other two boxes with text read "what is--?!" and "oh my..!" respectfully as if they were cut off mid sentence.)

so uh.

knives went uh.

literal "nuclear bomb exploded just above a town"

because he kind of did. Unlike a true nuclear bomb, he did not form a mushroom cloud, but the metaphor is still there. that is a nuclear metaphor

per pages 114-117 (pages are from left to right, read the pages right to left. sorry)

(legato's speech bubbles on page 114 in the dark horse edition read: Survival of the fittest is the law of nature. What is about to happen now is a just a logical extension of that. Be very afraid. You are in his presence. Did you not notice, Leader of the Sand Worms?

It reads very differently, imo, more like Zazie was caught up in their own plots and schemes to realize the control worm didn't work. Legato is also telling Zazie that Zazie should be afraid of Knives. Okay? Not asking if Zazie is afraid. Telling Zazie to be afraid. Like some sort of reverse "Be Not Afraid" from the bible.

Zazie's thought bubbles on page 115 are translated as "the dark hole is swallowing the poison" which reads more like knives made a black hole. given the visuals? that sounds more likely. Black holes, as a real life thing that we know about and have tried to study, are often referred to as swallowing things that pass too close. knives made a mini black hole to eat the poison from the sand worm venom. knives has consumed the dependent plants.)

the fact is, as a metatextual read, plants are nuclear reactors. independent plants are walking nuclear bombs. Nightow did this on purpose. We're meant to read them as something nuclear.

This is, as i was saying to @needle-noggins the other night when i was working on it in an attempt to get more of the alt texts written, a casual display of power. Knives is throwing a hissy fit! Knives is throwing a multi-megaton display of power because Zazie tried to take him over with the control worm. Page 91 had needle-noggins and i speechless because on the low end that tower of debris from the explosion is (if we did the very, very rough math right) THIRTY MILES TALL. Twice as tall as the tallest mountain in the solar system, Olympus Mons! or roughly five and a half times as tall as Mount Everest. On the outside, because we figured its anywhere from 25-30 times taller than the cloud cover, it could be up to thirty seven miles

Over halfway to space on earth.

like.

I know we love the independent plants and all. But Holy Shit. just.

holy shit

#myde talks #trigun #trigun maximum #trimax #millions knives #zazie the beast #legato bluesummers #long post #trigun meta #meta #writing alt text is very hard for me i am trying very hard to make them both descriptive but also not too bogged down with details #if i miss something in them PLEASE TELL ME #i am trying #i also started writing this at like midnight on friday night and then was continuing it on saturday after work and lemme tell you #hell is real and it is working retail during the holidays on saturday #anyway #if someone wants to give my INCREDIBLY ROUGH ESTIMATE of how much bigger the tower of debris is than gunsmokes cloud cover #please do #im curious

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hornyhornyhimbos · 6 months

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"Hungry Eyes" ~ E. Munson

Summary: When Reader decides to tease Eddie in the haunted house, he knows exactly how to shut her up.

Pairing: Vampire!Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,875

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, doggy style shenanigans, sorta public sex (sex in a car in a public parking lot), oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, cum eating, squirting, blood play, slight D/s dynamics (Eddie is called Master once), spanking, choking, clit spanking for a sec, slight degradation, nicknames (brat, baby), explicit language, maybe more because this shit nasty

Extra Notes: i will not be apologizing for me and @dungeons-are-too-cold being wh0res, you guys just have to live with us like this forever

Originally Written: 10/29/2023 through 10/30/2023

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Your heart was pounding at probably a thousand beats per minute, little squeals escaping your lips with every jumpscare. You clung to Eddie's arm, pretending this was all some innocent act as you moved toward the exit of the haunted house, though unbeknownst to you, Eddie knew exactly what you'd been up to.

That tiny red skirt, those batting eyelashes every time you looked his way, the little puffs of amusement you'd let out right by his ear. He'd be a fool not to know what you were doing.

A clown with a chainsaw jumped out as you reached the exit, pretending to chase the two of you out to the parking lot. The sight of him made you jump the hardest you had all night, your whole form clinging to Eddie's side as you ran toward the lot. When you finally looked up at Eddie, you noticed the dark maroon of his eyes, and felt yourself growing wetter at the sight and the daydreams it brought along with it.

"Well, wasn't that fun, Eddie?" you asked in fake naivety, your arm looped through his as you strode back to his van. Your core ached at the sight of his anger, eager for whatever he had in store for you.

He just gave you a stoic expression, speaking no more than five words. "Back of the van. Now." It was clearly a demand, the venom of his words nearly as powerful as his bite.

A smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you pulled yourself into the van. You'd gotten exactly what you hoped for, and that only had you more excited for what was to come.

Eddie slammed the door behind himself, meeting you with irises nearly charcoal black. "What were you doing? Bringing me here with you?"

Innocence swirled in your eyes, barely a hint of sarcasm detectable in your words. "What are you talking about, Eds?"

A thick hand reached for your throat, the digits wrapping around your throat while the veins in his wrist bulged a delicious shade of purple. "Don't be a brat. We both know you did this on purpose."

An excited gasp had the audacity to tumble from your lips. "I don't know what you're ta-"

He squeezed harder, the pressure shooting straight to the area between your legs. "You didn't know," he scoffed. "You didn't know I'd be able to hear your heart thumping loud enough to hear over everything happening in there? You didn't know I could hear the blood rushing through you every time a damn clown or ghost popped out at you?" Another huff of exasperation left his lips. "Please. We both know exactly what you were up to. Why don't you just admit it?"

Your heart sped with every passing second, and something about the idea of him hearing it for himself made you that much more desperate for your punishment. "I swear, Eds. I didn't know."

"You know what happens when you lie to me. Not too late to just admit your ulterior motives now."

Still, you weren't having it, your body simply becoming more needy for him with every passing second. "I'm not lying."

"Hands and knees," he demanded, not once blinking or faltering in any way. "I suppose I'll have to teach you what happens when you lie."

As if to taunt him, you were in no hurry to do as told. Little breaths of anticipation left your mouth, your heart rate increasing by the second. If he wasn't angry before, he sure would be now, and that had you weak at the knees.

In a matter of seconds, he had your skirt shoved off and tossed aside, getting a full view of your soaked panties. Your shirt was raised just enough for him to get his hands on you, eager hands meeting your naked breasts.

"No idea what you were doing?" he asked, sarcasm all but dripping from his tongue. "I'm sure you innocently forgot a bra this morning, the same way you definitely didn't have any hidden intentions with these lacy panties."

You shook your head as if he could see it from behind you, your ass sinking further back until it was nearly in his face, all on display just for him. "Promise, Eds. I just wanted to be pretty for you."

Eddie had the audacity to chuckle at your response, the sound sending electricity straight through you. "Another lie. You goin' for some sort of record, baby?"

Before you could quip out a response, his hand was on your ass, giving it a hard smack. You could sense him smirking behind you as he watched you starting to lose your confidence. Another loud smack sounded throughout the confined space, his nails digging into the skin there as his hand came down on you.

A third slap stung your skin, this one surely hard enough to leave a bruise. The pang sent desire straight to your lower belly, and you were almost tempted to moan at the feeling.

"Guess that shut you up, didn't it, brat?" he all but growled, but you knew he wasn't looking for a response. A final hit came down on your asscheek, this time eliciting an almost inaudible moan from you.

Had it not been for Eddie's super hearing abilities, he might've missed the noise. But you knew he hadn't, your heart pumping faster as you waited for his response to the noise.

"God, you're such a brat," he said, almost as though a revelation, not a fact he already knew. "The things I have to do to make you shut up."

A nail dragged down the expanse of your spine, harsh enough to draw blood. Your cunt throbbed at the sound of his heavy breathing, and you were tempted to turn and take in the sight of his hungry eyes. Luckily for you, a hand was wrapping around your hair, pulling your head in his direction.

Without a word, his tongue was meeting your back, licking up every drop of blood he'd drawn. Eddie's black eyes met yours, holding your gaze as he began to suck over the wound. A small jolt of venom flowed through you, and along with it, a wave of euphoria.

Eddie released his grip around your hair, a silent command to stay still and shut up. You heard the clanging of his belt and soon after felt the familiar sting and stretch of his cock.

"She's just dripping for me, isn't she?" he murmured behind you in sarcasm, beginning to slide back out. "Always so ready for my cock?"

He gave you no time to retaliate before rutting back into you, already finding that sweet spot it seemed only he could find. Every ridge and vein of his dick moved in and out of you, thrusting in harsh but satiating motions.

Mewls and moans fell between your parted lips as his nails dug into the skin of your love handles, working his cock in and out of your aching hole. Eddie's mouth met the wound on your back again, suckling the spot not for blood, but for a beautiful bruise that only he was allowed to leave.

He throbbed inside you, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. A hand reached around your body, grabbing a handful of breast as he worked you harder on his length. All words had ceased from your mind, other than Eddie's name as it tumbled off your tongue like a prayer.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, a low noise he knew was sure to have you desperate for release, "I'm gonna cum. That okay?"

All you could do was nod as he spilled inside you, your pussy sucking him in and milking him dry. It was a rare occasion for Eddie to cum before you, but that always meant he had something very special in store for your orgasm, and the thought had you practically salivating.

After collecting himself and riding out his high, he was pulling out and instructing you to lie back on the carpeted interior. A hand cupped your pussy, holding his seed inside you as you maneuvered yourself down to the floor.

Before you had a chance to ask any questions, his tongue was meeting your core, effectively fucking his cum further into you. The taste of your essence mixed with his was surely salty on his tongue as he made out with your cunt.

A finger met your clit, flicking the bud at the perfect speed that was sure to have you reaching release in no time. Your hands searched for purchase in his hair, bringing his mouth to the spots you needed him most.

"Eddie, please," you begged, knowing he was dragging this out as long as he possibly could. "I need to-"

His mouth parted from you, black eyes meeting your gaze once again. His chin was wet with slick, the prickly hairs of his five-o'clock shadow glistening in what little light was shining in the vehicle. "Brats only get to cum when their masters say they can."

His palm came down your clit, slapping almost as hard as he had on your ass earlier. The sting nearly sent you over the edge, but you held back, letting Eddie have his way with you.

His mouth and finger traded places, tongue dancing over your puffy clit while two digits entered your throbbing pussy, shoving his seed impossibly further into you. That familiar tension built in your lower stomach, joined by a less familiar feeling, but one that you still recognized.

"Eddie, I'm gonna- oh."

His voice rumbled against you, the vibrations snapping that coil inside you. "That's it, baby, cum for me."

Your essence gushed around his fingers and mouth, practically painting him in your arousal. His name tumbled out of you in desperate screams as your climax washed over you, your hands grasping his hair like a vice. Your veins burned with pain and pleasure as he coaxed you through your high, his lips never leaving your center, even as your back arched off the floor.

The digits inside you scissored and crooked in delicious motions, your body trembling as you finally started to come down from your orgasm. Coherent sentences still ceased from your brain, your tongue instead settling for soft expletives as his hands and mouth finally parted from you.

The van stayed silent as Eddie reached for the spare towel he kept in the backseat, promptly wiping both of you off in gentle dabs. Your lungs searched for air, though you were positive Eddie had knocked it all out of you with the hardest orgasm you'd probably ever experienced.

A delicate peck met your forehead as he fixed your clothes, his eyes returning to their normal soft shade of red when they met your eyes once again. "Well, that certainly got you to shut up, didn't it?"

With what little strength you had left, your fist smashed into his rock-solid shoulder, somewhere between playful and offended. "Just wait until I remember how to speak. I'm gonna have a few choice words for you," you quipped, heavy breaths escaping in between the words.

That signature devilish smirk you loved tugged at his lips. "I look forward to it… brat."

As with Saturday's, I got a little bit behind on my writing and for that I apologize. My week has been far busier than I anticipated lol. But I hope you guys are having a fun time reading these. I'm at least having a fun time writing them lol. Wishing you all a happy Halloween! I'll see you tomorrow for the final Halloweek fic 🥹

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Warm my Soul- Naga!Jotaro Chapter 2 (1/2) Study Master Disaster

Hey everyone, I thought I'd drop in and give at least half the chapter of 2 for you guys to have something to eat. I apologize for the lateness, a lot happened over Christmas and I've been stepping away from the JoJo community as a whole due to it. Things are rough here and I find I have little time to enjoy life, let alone write. Been dabbling on this chapter for too long and wanted to give what I have for now. Just know Im still here, just trying to find sanity and recover. <3 - Rhae

The wildlife in Jotaro's habitat was more diverse and intricate than you had initially thought. Upon further investigation, you realized how much effort had truly gone into making this home for him. Birds, lizards, frogs, beetles, bats, and all manner of things lived here. It was as if they had plucked a chunk of the Naga's natural habitat up and put it in Washington State.

Thankfully, nothing in there was severely dangerous that might harm the faculty or Jotaro. However, after nearly a year and a half of stable recovery, Jotaro had regained the majority of his weight and was almost fully recuperated. This meant most things didn't threaten him anymore, as he was now a wall of sheer muscle. No one could force Jotaro to do anything against his will, which was both a blessing and a curse as his care took on new rules and roles.

On one hand, this meant no more interactions like Angela's could happen. If he didn't want you there, you would know, immediately.

But on the other hand, this meant playing to his good side. If you could find it, since his distrust of people was only cemented after the big 'A' Incident' as your coworkers came to call it. Still, some people tried to push their luck with him some days, making him more quick to snap.

If fortunate, you'd escape with your bones intact but a few bruises. Those unlucky would be wearing a cast at minimum.

Kyoshi had warned you and others during Jotaro's recovery that healthy Nagas were some of the most dangerous Cryptids. Due to their bulk and sheer muscle, one would think they moved slowly. But that was not the case. Naga could move swiftly and quietly when motivated, crushing their prey with alarming strength that would only get stronger as they grew.

And they never stopped growing.

As if that wasn't bad enough, each Naga was equipped with potent venom strong enough to stop your heart in three minutes flat at a young age, with older Naga killing within forty seconds. When asked, Kyoshi refused to elaborate on how the venom worked, merely stating that: "Dead is dead, regardless of how you get there."

So, seeing as you had become Jotaro's primary caretaker, there were often moments when your mind would run rampant with thoughts of him lashing out at you in a fit of anger.

Though you knew in your heart that he wasn't like that. Jotaro may have been an odd cryptid. Silent, reclusive, and poor social skills all lined up to make him seem like a wall that would lash out at any moment. But you knew Jotaro enjoyed company that wasn't there to irke him and that he was polite and cordial to those that gave him respect. So you figured, after everything, the chances of him wrapping you up in his nine-meter tail and snuffing out your life while injecting you with venom were....minimal.

On a happier note, the herd of capybaras you had met on your second day in the man-made rainforest were joyfully friendly after several 'snack' filled encounters and would come trotting from their sunbathing spots to greet you every morning thereafter.

Perhaps a little too eager for snacks and their beloved 'scritches.' A word shared by the older veterinary assistant Tomoko Higashikata, who was typically tasked with giving you the healthier snack buckets on your way in after a noticeable weight gain had been noted in the animals. Jotaro always gave her a weird look when he decided to wait for you at the entrance and saw you talking to the woman. She never said anything out of place, just interesting facts about cryptids and animals, but you never had the guts to ask Jotaro why.

Some coworkers lamented their jealousy over your closeness to the snake man as time passed, and no matter how much you reminded them about Angela, they still flapped their lips in gossip. Eventually, you had given up as people would assume things with or without encouragement. Deep inside, though, you were glad to have broken the barrier between Jotaro and the world, regardless of how others viewed the relationship.

Like a lifeline, you were his bridge to civilization. Or so you hoped. But humility usually beat that thought into the dust when it reared its ugly head. You were never the type to boast or view yourself better than others. The world had enough of those kinds of people already. You just wanted to help in any way that you could.

So you began to delve into researching Naga in a subtle effort to find ways of helping Jotaro. One day, you asked Tomoko about Naga's, and she practically talked your ear off in excitement as they were her favorite. An interesting note of information from her was that Nagas typically are multiple species of snakes in one, Jotaro being a mixture between a Green Anaconda, reticulated Python, and the King Cobra. This explained his massive size, along with the type of venom he made and its extreme potency.

He wasn't so thrilled when you asked about his heritage, eyeing you with suspicion as he straightened during one of your morning walks. Two Toucans, one named Fruit and the other Loops, bounced on his tail in excitement, thinking it was time for treats.

"Why do you want to know?" he had asked sternly, glaring at you from the corner of his eyes.

"I just thought-" you hesitated, hands suddenly shaking as his shadow overcasted you. "Maybe it could help?"

Jotaro tutted in annoyance and had turned to you sharply. "Our deal doesn't include my past. Don't ask again." You shrunk down and nodded till he finally relented and continued the slither along, though he refused to speak further till you returned to his home to begin your work together.

The deal.

An accidental mishap, a sheer off-chance that somehow earned you a sliver of his trust. The Naga had caught you studying for a test during two-person care that had been initiated after Angela to prevent further offenses to the facility's residents. By being new to the facility, Jotaro had given you the benefit of the doubt of not being involved with Angela and that your care for him was genuine and not out of unwanted lust or illegal desires. While your coworker was on the phone in the next room, letting the doctors know that Jotaro had refused to eat or take his medicine again, it happened.

"What are you reading?" the Naga had asked you, causing you to jump in fright and launch the book across the room. The Naga frowned at your response, leaving you staring at him with your mouth wide open in shock.

He had never spoken before or deigned a reason to use words over hissing and growling.

Yet, there he was, asking about your homework. Stuttering, you tried to apologize, but Jotaro tutted in annoyance, "Just answer the damn question," he rumbled darkly.

While part of your brain went wild over what was happening, the other, more rational section was screaming danger and to flee. When Jotaro wrinkled his nose in disgust and turned to return to his nap, you blurted out: "Oscar Veilto's Domain of Earth and Air."

To your surprise, he turned back to you with curiosity in his eyes. "Odd book for casual reading," Jotaro remarked dryly.

"It-I'm studying to be a Domain Nurse," you tried to clarify, blushing as you looked away in embarrassment. There's nothing like telling your patient you're studying him as part of your school work to start a healthy conversation...

"What did you think of his assessment of Pheonix's in chapter thirteen?" he continued, asking casually, but Jotaro's eyes belied the interest that was gripping him.

"Well, I thought he focused too much on how they mated, rather than why. Being born full of mercury gives them very little time to adjust or adapt to a new way of making young. Spontaneously combusting alive in an effort to burn away their poison tends to leave little room for descendants to change and become more." You rolled your hand as you talked, making gentle gestures as you pictured the bird in your hands.

Freezing on the spot, you nervously look at Jotaro, fearing the worst for running your mouth. Only, he was gazing at you with an intense look. Observing you down to the details. Gulping, you go to apologize when he suddenly nodded in agreement. "Yes, deeply flawed observations on Veilto's behalf. It's pitiful that they still have it in circulation for newer generations to base even more flawed hypotheses on. And people still wonder why they went extinct....."

You could feel yourself gaping again at him in shock. It was the most Jotaro had ever talked...ever. All because you had brought in a biology book on Cryptids. Coughing as you reigned your expression, you hesitantly ask, "Do...you know a lot about Cryptids?"

Jotaro deadpanned at you, the monitor in the background beeping loudly before the end of his tail twitched. "Perhaps...." he murmured, sinking into his pillows as he cast his gaze away.

You hurried to apologize, but the opening had sealed shut, like the snapping of a bear trap, and Jotaro returned to ignoring everything around him like a rock with moss growing on it.

You thought it was an opportunity gone and lost. Trying to put it behind you, you focused on studying again after retrieving your book.

Then, to add insult to injury, you failed the test miserably the following day. It was almost comical.

Almost.

While you swore you wouldn't be caught dead studying for a test at work again, during your next dual caretaking of Jotaro, he practically sprung on you. Verbally, that is.

"Failed the test?" He had hummed in observation the minute your coworker had stepped out to grab more rolls of gauze.

Caught off guard, you merely turned to look at him, pen frozen above the report you were making. "P-pardon?" you asked, tongue tripping over itself.

"The test," Jotaro repeated, eyes narrowing slightly at you, "The one you were studying for." When you still stared at him in perpetual shock, he sighed deeply before explaining further, "Veilto's Domain?"

A sharp rush of heat hit your face as you blushed in embarrassment. "Is it that obvious?" you had muttered mostly to yourself.

Jotaro's lips quirked slightly, barely noticeable in your staggered state. "I know the emotional distress a bad test in college can do..." The Naga continued.

A short laugh escaped you at the insanity of such a comment. A Cryptid, talking to a human about college tests.

This was absurd.

"Must have been a horrible score," Jotaro noted, eyeing you up and down again, forked tongue escaping his mouth to taste the air.

He had never done that before.

The opening had returned.

Your gut clenched in warning, but your heart chimed to you in a soft voice.

'Go on, tell him," it said.

"Twenty out of a hundred," You sighed in defeat, looking down in shame. Jotaro huffed, a strange noise from his frail body that made you worry.

Looking up at him again, you tried not to pry or seem desperate to keep the conversation going. He clearly had trauma from something, which meant you could only lead him so far out of his prison which was his mind and body.

Several minutes passed, and you feared that the opening had clamped shut on you once more. But then, "Who is your teacher?"

Eyebrows knitting, you looked around to see if this was some sort of prank. "Mr.Garauange," you answered.

Jotaro's eyebrows shot up, "That old wrinkly toad is still alive?"

"Unfortunately," you rubbed your temple just thinking of him. "Most bitter man I've ever met. Feels like he enjoys watching you suffer."

"He does," Jotaro answered with a snap of his jaws. You blinked twice in confusion before he waved your concern off. "I was under him for almost four years before he gave up on teaching 'my kind.'"

"Were you.... the one that got away?" you hesitantly asked, your fingers becoming clammy at the braveness of the question.

Jotaro laughed. Actually laughed. Dark and thrumming even in his weakened state. "Is that what he named me? Good grief, he couldn't come up with something more subtle....or original?"

Shuffling slightly, you nervously giggled at his joke, unsure how else to respond. The Naga fell silent, eyes distant as he became lost in thought. "Does he still allow a single retaking for failed tests?" Jotaro questioned, focusing his attention on you once more. You nod, and the Naga smirked devilishly. "Good, hand me your book," he grunted as he pulled himself up on his bed.

Now, you blanched in horror. "Why?" you demanded in fear, clutching your book to your chest like an elderly woman with their purse.

Jotaro snorted and huffed twice as he settled into a better reading position, "I want to play a little game on the toad." Extending an arm, he made a grabby motion. When you opened your mouth to refuse, he rolled his eyes and his hand. "Humor a sick cryptid." Looking around wildly, you expected some show host to come out and exclaim that you were just punked.

Or whatever they called pranks these days.

When nothing happened, a hot flush made you realize a drop of sweat was rolling down your face. Inhaling deeply, you thought to yourself, was offering a simple book and getting educational help from a nearly extinct species that hard?

The answer was yes, yes, it was.

With a herculean effort, you stepped forward and cautiously handed the book over. Jotaro took it from you respectfully, his massive hand holding the human-sized book like a small notebook. Carefully, Jotaro pulled it in and nestled it in front of him. A sneer crossed his face, "Personally edited by the toad himself... Good grief, I take it he expects you to take his words as law?" He opened it with the tentativeness of someone risking getting bitten.

You let Jotaro read for a few minutes, apprehensive as he glossed over the chapter you had marked for reconsumption. "Fae, huh?" he remarked after turning a few more pages. "Easy to get lost here. They range from pixies to faries and even changelings. Do you remember which one he chose for the test?"

"All of them..." You say softly as you rub your arm and look away from his piercing gaze.

"Of course he did," Jotaro sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Asshole."

Hearing him swear threw you off a bit, making you jerk back to gape at him with puzzlement. A smidge of understanding hit you. Like switching shoes to ones that fit better, not perfect, but less tight and restrictive. You watched in silence for a few minutes as Jotaro perused the book.

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Hi!!! If you're still writing about Eddie Munson. Could you PRETTY PLEASE write one in which the reader is a badass and can actually fight and somehow protects Eddie? Pleeeease make it fluffy :3. ALSO I LOVE YOUR WORK! AND I'VE BEEN REREADING YOUR FANFICTIONS ABOUT EDDIE SOOOO MANY TIMES ❤️❤️

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I hope you love this! She's a real badass for her man. I'd protect this baby so fast

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Everyone knew her name. Everyone even feared it. She was known for never backing down from a fight. always quick to strike first, always letting her anger get the best of her. But she loved deeply and hard. If she loved you, you'd get a bodyguard. You've got a guardian; she won't let anyone hurt you.

So when a bitch on the cheer squad said shit to Chrissy, the cheerleader left practice with a black eye. Chrissy had to physically yank Y/N off the poor girl before she sent her to get plastic surgery.

Eddie was waiting outside of hellfire for his girlfriend and Chrissy. They always go out to dinner on the weekends.

"Come on, Chrissy; the bitch deserved it. She can't say shit to you and not expect me to do something." He heard his girlfriend's voice echoing down the hall.

She appeared behind him, with her leather-covered arms wrapping around him. He sighed into her warmth.

"Eddie, your girlfriend came very close to getting suspended again." Chrissy lectured as she crossed her arms. Eddie laughed.

Y/N was so close she could feel his back shake with his laugh. She kissed his back and wrapped around to his front to kiss his lips.

"She was being mean Eddie." She pouted out her lip. Chrissy rolled her eyes with a small smile. She couldn't deny she felt loved that Y/N was quick to jump to her defense so fast.

"Oh Chrissy, if my girl said she deserved it, then she did." Eddie smiled as he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's shoulder. a proud smirk on his face.

"I wish I saw it though. I bet you looked so hot." He moaned in her ear. Chrissy fake-gagged and rolled her eyes.

"Let's go eat real food and love birds, not each other's faces." The couple laughed and followed her out.

It was two days later when Y/N found herself in another fight. She was at the hideout, drooling over her incredibly sexy boyfriend, when a guy had the nerve to hit on her.

"I'm not interested. Fuck off." She spat as she walked away from the bar. She headed toward the curtain, waiting with a kiss on her lips for her boyfriend. Apparently the guy did not want to fuck off because he followed her over.

"Look, I have a boyfriend; he's the singer of the band that just played. I am not interested." She said it with as much venom as she could.

He backed off as Eddie walked out of the curtain. Her tiny dress went up as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Baby! You did so fucking good!" She kissed him hard. He groaned and wrapped his tatted arm around her, yanking her closer. When Eddie pulled away, he could see a guy staring at her over her shoulder. well, staring at her ass.

Eddie smirked as he trailed his hand down to grip her ass. The guy looked up, and once he saw Eddie, he backed down.

It's been a few hours of them at the bar; Eddie left to use the bathroom when the sleezy guy came back.

"He's gone now; do you want to meet in the back?" She rolled her eyes.

"Seriously dude. No is no!"

She was losing her temper but snapped the moment his hand grabbed her arm.

She turned to him fast; her first hand collided with the side of his face. He dropped her arm quickly.

"YOU BITCH!" He screamed in her face, Eddie appearing fast and standing in front of her.

"Protecting your little slut man?" He asked as he rubbed his cheek.

Eddie laughed as he grabbed his girlfriend's hand and said, "No, I'm protecting you."

Even though she has been in many fights and arguments, she has never felt this much anger in her body.

Her eyes were burning as she watched this girl at Steve's party flirting with her boyfriend. She can see he is clearly uncomfortable looking around for her helpful eyes. Once she caught sight of his puppy eyes, she marched over. A smile filled his face, and her heart warmed.

But at the sight of the bitch touching his chest, her heart went cold.

"Back the fuck up." She sneered as she yanked the girl's hand off of him, standing directly in front of him. She could feel his breathing against her back. A small smirk reached her face at the small poke in her ass.

The girl rolled her eyes and walked off. She turned around with a peck for Eddie and headed off to the bathroom.

When she came back, there was a circle, and "Fight! Fight!" was being changed.

She rolled her eyes and tried to search for Eddie. She was heading to the backyard when Steve grabbed her arm and said, "Come now, Eddie's hurt."

She went into autopilot, following Steve. Worry was clear on her face. "What happened?" she screamed over the music frantically.

Eddie was a soft boy; he didn't like conflict. He suffered from bullying but never fought back. He hated parties, and she feels bad that she brought him here. Steve led her to the circle, and as she pushed her way to the front, she saw Jason sitting over Eddie's body, his fist raised in the air. She ran to stop it but was too late; it collided hard with Eddie's left eye.

She screamed as loud as she could, her heart breaking at Eddie's bloodied nose, red cheek, and his left eye now puffing.

"GET OFF OF HIM!" She tackled Jason to the floor; he was caught off guard by her strength. even more caught off guard when she landed deadly punches to his face, one after another.

Eddie was still out of it. His head was pounding, his nose felt like it was smashed into pieces, and his eye was pounding. Steve was next to his head, trying to help him sit up.

"Come on, man, you got this." Eddie groaned as Steve sat him up. His eyes were blurry as he tried to take in the scene.

He could hear his girlfriend screaming at the top of her lungs. He looked over to see her on top of Jason, pounding away.

"Steve, you've got to stop her!" He pleaded. He knew his girl—she wouldn't stop until she was forced to.

Luckily, Chrissy came out of nowhere and said, "Baby, you need to let him go." She was as nice as she could be. But Y/N zoned out the world around her. focused on anger.

"ENOUGH. Y/N." She screamed this time, but Y/N didn't even flinch.

Chrissy knew if she spoke one word of Eddie's name, she'd snap out of it.

"Y/N, Eddie Needs Your Help,"

Her theory was right; her eyes snapped up to Chrissy's glossy eyes staring at her. She turned around to see Eddie was gone.

She got off Jason quickly with a kick to his ribs and said, "Leave him the fuck alone, you hear me?Don't you ever look at him or lay a finger on him."

She turned back to Chrissy, worry returning to her eyes. "Where is he?"

She barged into Steve's bathroom. Eddie was sitting on the counter as Steve wiped his nose.

"Baby," she gasped softly. His hair was everywhere; his nose was cleaned up, but she could tell it would be bruising. His eye was shut, and his cheek had a small cut.

"I'll leave you to it." Steve said as he walked out the door, closing it behind him.

"I'm fine." Eddie chuckled. She looked like she was going to cry. Eddie sighed and opened his arms.

She dove into them, crying softly into his shoulder. She was fine with fighting, but she never liked to see Eddie hurt. Ever since she fell in love with him, she wanted to protect him more than anything.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you." She sobbed.

Eddie felt like his heart was being tugged over and over.

"Baby, it's okay. You are always there to help me. You totally kicked his ass, from what I heard." He pulled away and kissed her head. Grabbing her bruised and bloodied knuckles.

"See." He laughed as he kissed her knuckles. Grabbing a wet towel and dabbing off the blood

"No, I wasn't there, and you got hurt." She felt like she had failed. If she just stayed there, he wouldn't be hurt.

"What happened?" she asked.

Eddie felt stupid; he doesn't know why he thought he could take Jason in a fight, but after seeing his girlfriend protect him so many times, he wanted to do the same.

"Apparently the girl that was flirting with me was Jason's date. Jason accused me of trying to steal her. I said that was stupid because, hello, my girlfriend is a total babe. Then he decided to say, "Bro, why don't we switch for the night? I hear your girl has a good mouth on her." And I lost it. You protect me all the time. You stand up for me. and I wanted to do that once for you. Apparently, I'm not as good at fighting as you are." He laughed sadly as he finished cleaning her knuckles.

She smiled at his words. She kissed his bruising cheek softly, "my own little protector. I saw he was already busted open by the time I finished him; you definitely did some damage, my pretty boy; thank you so much. I'm so proud of you." He smiled big at her words. His heart warmed at the thought of her being proud of him.

"Yeah, I kicked some ass before he got me to the floor." She laughed with him.

"Let's get you home. You deserve an award." He jumped off the counter as fast as he could. Yeah, his eye may not be able to fully open, his nose hurts like a bitch, and his cheek is bruised, but he made her proud, so it was all worth it.