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Halloween with the Spiders

Phantom Troupe x Fem!Reader

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warnings: looots of pussy eating, characters get hard/horny around reader. they eat her pussy after drinking, but they’re only buzzed, not drunk

A/N: I write Chrollo as the shy and awkward guy he actually is so… he’s not super suave in this. Also sorry I wrote out Kortopi, Franklin, and Bonolenov. I’m just not interested in their characters like at all 😭🙏 they’ve got nothing going for them I’m afraid!

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It was the end of summer, august slipping into September before you knew it. The weather was still warm enough outside for you to be wearing a tank top and shorts, something the blonde you were currently dealing with appreciated greatly.

“Okay Shal, you should be good to go. You can get a popsicle from the fridge now.”

You were the sweetheart of the Phantom Troupe, a woman Chrollo had recruited to be the troupe medical director after he watched you donate your time and services to meteor city residents.

Right now, you were at one of the various expensive hotels Chrollo rented for you, using your nen to tend to Shalnark’s wounds. “Thanks, (Name)! I really thought I was a goner this time!”

He gives you a sly smile as he laps at the popsicle you give him, causing you to laugh. “Shal, you had a cut on your cheek. I swear, you’re such a baby.”

You didn’t know the real reason he always came with injuries in… strange places. He wanted you to use your nen on him, knowing it worked in an unusual way.

When you wanted to heal someone, you used physical touch, and depending on the severity, it could be a touch of your finger to a kiss from your lips. Today, it was a simple touch.

You glanced at the TV, a Halloween themed add popping up. “Oh wow, they’re showing these real early this year.”

Shalnark looked up, biting down on his popsicle. “Huh, weird.”

He hummed, getting a mischievous look in his eyes. You were a real sweetheart, but also easily manipulated by sob stories. “You know, none of the Phantom Troupe has ever celebrated Halloween.”

This had your full attention immediately. “… what?”

———————

Ever since Shalnark informed you of the troupes lack of Halloween experience, you’ve been meticulously planning a way to celebrate with them.

It wasn’t easy getting them all together unless Chrollo willed it, so you’d have to go to the leader to ask for a favor.

You were one of the only members that knew of his location at all times. In your mind, it was because you had an important role, but in reality it was because Chrollo quite enjoyed your presence.

“Chrollo!”

You sprinted towards the dark haired man, and though calling out his name in public wasn’t exactly the safest thing to do, he didn’t scold you. He instead smiled, opening his arms and allowing you to jump into them. “I’m glad you could find me with ease. Let’s go to a cafe and you can discuss what you wanted to talk about with me.”

Chrollo never let you pay for your own things when he went places with you. He said it was because you did so much good for the Troupe, but that was only a half truth. He enjoyed taking care of you.

“Mmm… oh!”

You placed your pumpkin spice muffin down, and Chrollo couldn’t help but laugh when when you held up a finger as you chewed. “I almost forgot to actually talk about what I came for! Chrollo!”

He lifted a napkin, wiping at your mouth. “Shh, (Name). You shouldn’t speak my name out loud so easily, it’s not exactly a common name.”

You blushed, and he placed the dirty napkin in a nearby trash can. “Oh, sorry…”

He motioned for you to talk, and you cleared your throat. “Anyways, Shalnark told me that none of you have ever celebrated Halloween! Is that true?”

He stared at you for a moment, trying to see why you’re bringing that fact up. “Yes, that’s true, we haven’t c-“

Your tears surprised him, but not enough for him to react. You’re kind of known for being a bleeding heart, so his expression stayed neutral, but he did offer you his handkerchief. “Chrollo, Halloween is so much fun! You get to carve pumpkins, wear costumes, eat lots of treats…”

You paused, reaching out to grab his hand. “So, the reason I asked to see you…”

Chrollo waited for you to continue patiently. He couldn’t help but find your ditzy and forgetful nature endearing, so he smiled.

“I want the troupe to get together on Halloween at my house!”

This actually surprised him. He nearly choked on his strawberry scone, having to pat his chest for a moment. “You… you said the troupe? As in everyone?”

“Mhm!”

He stared at you for a moment to see if you were being serious. You were smiling, looking hopeful and expectant.

‘How… can I put this gently..?’

Chrollo squeezed your hand, causing you to tilt your head. “(Name), my sweet and kind friend, the troupe has only come together once in the past three years, and that was for an important heist. I’m not sure if they’ll want to meet for… a Halloween party.”

You giggled. “Oh, but I’m sure they’ll love it! Besides, if you order it, they’ll come!”

He sighed. You looked way too cute, giggling and smiling as you pulled out a notebook and began showing him the things you already had planned.

Sometimes, when he watched you, all he could see was Sarasa. Your perky personality and compassion for others reminded him of her so much, it was one of the reasons he adored you so.

And one of the reasons he had trouble telling you no.

“Alright, alright. I’ll ask them to come, but it won’t be mandatory.”

You squealed in delight, nearly jumping over the table to give him a hug. “Oh, thank you Chrollo! It’s going to be fun, I promise!”

He sighed, smiling and patting your back. Normally, Chrollo would push any other person away, but he let you get away with a lot. “Okay, (Name).”

———————

It was the day before Halloween, and you were sulking. Already, three of the Troupe members wouldn’t be able to come. Franklin, Kortopi, and Bonolenov each called to say they couldn’t make it.

You’d spent most of the week decorating your house and getting it ready for guests. Feitan, Shalnark, and Shizuku would be staying in your three guest bedrooms while the rest rented hotels.

“(Nameeeee) come open the door!”

You blinked, looking out the window to see Shizuku behind your door. “Oh, Shizuku, you’re early. I thought you’d be here tonight?”

She walked into your home, turning in a circle before tilting her head. “I wanted first pick of the rooms, so I finished up my job quick.”

That was only half true, she wanted more private time with you!

“Oh, that makes sense. You’re just in time then, I finished making all the beds a few minutes ago!”

She nodded and walked upstairs to pick her room. Not even five minutes later, you heard someone knocking at your door.

“Coming!”

You open the door to see Feitan standing behind it, holding…

“Feitan, is that… is that a pumpkin?”

“Halloween, pumpkins are important.”

He handed the pumpkin to you before pushing past you into your house. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he looked almost… proud of his “gift” for you? Feitan watched you carry the pumpkin into your kitchen, where you sat in on the counter.

“Oh wow, it’s huge! What a nice pumpkin!”

He nods, following you. “Stole best one.”

You held back a laugh, knowing he was a bit sensitive when it came to giving gifts and being nice. “Oh, I can tell. Thank you so much Fei!”

Feitan had the habit of following you around like a stray cat when he was around. It was an improvement to your relationship when you first joined the Phantom Troupe as an honorary member. He used to sprint away from you the second you looked at him, and now he followed a few feet behind at all times. Honestly, he was pretty cute. Like a stray cat.

“Hey princess!”

You blinked as your door was torn off its hinges and Uvogin walked in, laughing and stomping into your kitchen before picking you up into a crushing hug.

Feitan stood in the doorway, watching the interaction with narrowed eyes. “Careful, Uvo. She not like us. Fragile.”

uvogin looked down to see Feitan was right. The girl in his eyes was making a pained expression, patting his arm to signal she couldn’t breathe. “Oh, my bad.”

He let her go, keeping her steady as she drew in breath. “Woo… now that is a bear hug that I think an actual bear would give, Jesus Christ…”

You turned back towards the cabinets and began taking out what you would need to get started on baking. “Uvo, could you be a dear and grab my Halloween decorations from the attic? I tried to get them earlier, but they were way too heavy.”

“Of course!”

He walked up the stairs, leaving you to sigh softly. “Okay, let’s see what we can do about that door-“

“It’s aight, (Name). I’ve got it fixed.”

You nearly jump out of your skin when Phinks and Shalnark just appear behind you, and peek over them to see that your door was indeed fixed!

“Oh, thank you guys!” You give them both an affectionate pat to the arm before continuing your baking preparations.

———————

By the time you finish baking, your house is full of Phantom Troupe members. Pakunoda, Nobunaga, and Machi arrived individually within the last few hours. Machi shyly offered to help you bake, watching you from the corner of her eye as you worked. ‘Cute, she’s even wearing an apron…’ Machi thought, her eyes soft as she watched you.

Chrollo was the last to arrive, getting to your house at nearly 8 pm. He opened the door, every member looking up to him when he did. “Hello, everyone. I’m glad to see you could all make it.”

You rushed forward and took his coat, gently scolding him for not wearing a shirt underneath. He laughed, sitting down and smiling at the troupe. Chrollo waited for you to go back to the kitchen before his face returned to its usual serious expression.

“As you can see, (Name) has tried her hardest to make our first Halloween celebration the best it can be. You’ll do as she says, and have fun, though I’m sure none of you wish to upset our special girl.”

They all glanced between each other, nodding slowly. After that, they had a quick meeting to discuss non Halloween matters before (Name) came back into the living room. “Okay, I know I gathered you all here before Halloween, but it’s only to go over my plans and give you all your gifts!”

“Gifts? Aww, you didn’t have to do that for us, sweetheart.” Nobunaga said, smiling.

“But I wanted to! Lemme go grab them!”

You scurried up the stairs, giggling the whole way up. “It seems she’s excited about this.”

You walked down the stairs a few minutes later with a large box in your arms, whining a bit. “Hnn… it’s kind of heavy…”

Several of the boys jumped up to help you, but Feitan got there first. “Give. Too weak.”

You handed the box over, knowing Feitan was doing it to help you. “Thanks, Fei!” You gave him that pretty smile of yours, and the rest of the troupe grumbled lightly.

Feitan sat the box on your coffee table, using his sharp nails to slice open the tape. “…”

Inside were clothes, all the same design. “(Name) what exactly are these… gifts?” Shalnark asked, tilting his head as he pulled a set out.

“Oh, they’re matching pajamas! I was hoping we could all get a picture together!”

You hand out everyone’s clothes, smiling.

“How did you know our sizes?” Pakunoda asked, seeing the set of pajama was her size. You giggle, turning towards her.

“I have my ways~”

Surprisingly, most of them were completely fine dressing in the Halloween themed pajamas for pictures, and the ones that weren’t did it anyways.

Phinks sat on the couch after the pictures, humming. “Huh, these are pretty warm and soft. You mind if I take these with me back to my hotel?”

“I don’t mind at all, they’re yours after all!”

The people that weren’t staying the night filed out soon after, all thanking you, a few giving you hugs and cheeky kisses to her forehead.

“Goodnight, (Name). Sleep well, and thank you for this.”

Chrollo was the last to leave, saying that before cupping your cheek and planting a kiss on your forehead. It left you. A little flustered, but you still waved at them all. “Be safe, and make sure you’re here by 9 am!”

Shalnark, Feitan, and Shizuku stayed behind, the former two eating some leftovers you had in the fridge. “Wow, it’s been nearly a month since I’ve gotten to try your homemade cooking, (Name)! This is amazing!”

You felt your face heat up, giving your friends a sheepish smile. “I’m happy you’re enjoying it.”

Soon, everyone went to bed, and you climbed into your own, excited for the day to come.

You wake up in the middle of the night to the feeling of eyes on you. You’re quick to reach for your light switch, only for your hand to come in contact with someone’s face.

A hand covered your mouth before you could scream, the person shushing you gently. “Don’t worry, it’s just me, (Name).”

Shalnark sat, crouched next to your bed, that boyish smile on his face as he pulled his hand away. “Huh… why are… why are you in my room?”

“Oh, we’re watching you sleep.”

“We’re?”

You blinked, glancing around the room to see Feitan standing in your doorway, leaning against it. “I not watch, making sure he don’t try something.” Feitan corrected, glancing to the blonde.

“Oh, you wound me Fei. I would never hurt (Name)!”

“Not hurt, but might touch while sleeps.”

The blonde blushed, glancing down at you as you gave him a disturbed look. “No, I promise I wouldn’t do that! I just… you look really cute when you sleep!”

“… how many times have you watched me sleep??”

“… almost every time we have a mission together.”

Feitan nodded to confirm this, walking into your room. “He not mean any harm, just worried.”

Shalnark pouted at his friend. “So you were teasing me on purpose earlier?”

The two ignored him. “Worried? What does that mean?”

Feitan sighed, plopping down on your bed. “We… lost people before. Shalnark get anxious, not want you to get hurt. Watches you.”

You soften, gently patting the blondes head. “Aww, Shal, that’s really sweet. I’m okay though, I promise!”

You give them both a smile, tentatively patting Feitan’s arm. He tenses, but doesn’t move. ‘Progress!’

You kind of treat Feitan like a scared stray cat, and it works most of the time. After your gentle pat, he scoots closer ever so slightly. You rub your eyes and yawn. “Well, I’m going back to sleep.”

You turn around and pull the blanket up to your chin, snuggling into your pillow-

“Shizuku!?”

“Hi.”

The dark haired girl was lying next to you, wearing the Halloween pajamas you gave her. “W-when did you get here?”

“I’ve been here the whole time.”

“She has.”

“Longer than Shal.”

You sigh, lying back on your pillow, accepting this. “Okay, as I said, I’m going to sleep. Just… don’t do anything weird and you can all stay.”

Strangely, having the three in your room helped you sleep better. It almost made you feel safe, knowing your friends were watching over you.

——————

The Troupe gathers in your living room at 9 am sharp, some looking tired, others perky. You’re surrounded by your comrades, some(namely Shizuku and Feitan) hovered around you shamelessly as you began to speak.

“Okay, the first thing on our list is pumpkin carving!”

You had Uvogin and Phinks help you carry in the pumpkins as Pakunoda and Machi laid out newspaper to keep your living room clean. “So this isn’t just normal pumpkin carving, it’s a contest! I’ll be the judge, and whoever makes the pumpkin I like the best, wins!”

“What’s prize?” Feitan asked, poking his pumpkin. You blinked at the shorter man.

“Oh… I think I completely forgot about a prize. Any ideas guys?”

You smiled, still in your cute pajamas. Shalnark raised his hand. “Shal?”

“How about a blowj-“

Phinks smacked the blonde over the head before Shalnark is pulled away by a few members and scolded in the corner.

“Hmm? What did he say?” You asked, tilting your head. Chrollo cleared his throat, the man surprisingly flustered easily.

“Nothing. How about… a kiss from you as a prize?”

You hummed softly. “A kiss? That doesn’t seem like a good prize, I don’t think anyone here would want th-“

The entire troupe started to argue with you, and you blush.

“Oh, um… okay. A kiss it is.”

This helped to motivate the group, but before they could start you raised your hand. “Two rules, guys. No nen, and you have to use these pumpkin carving tools.”

Already, Machi and Shalnark were pouting. Feitan took the pumpkin carving kit, raising an eyebrow at you. “… dull blade. Why?”

“Well, it’s supposed to be child safe.”

“(Name), we’re a band of thieves.” Chrollo said, his lips twitching into an amused smile. “We can handle actual knives.”

You whine and hand him his own kit, puffing out your cheeks. “Well too bad, thems the rules!”

You cross your arms and walk into the kitchen.

“Haha, you sure pissed her off, boss! Boss?”

Chrollo sat in the chair with his head in his hands, groaning. “I’m an idiot.”

Uvogin clapped him over the back with his large hand, laughing. “Oh don’t worry boss, you know she can be pouty when it comes to our safety.”

“Boss not wrong though. Kill people, can use knife.” Feitan grumbled, stabbing his pumpkin.

“Fei, I don’t think that’s how you carve a pumpkin.” Phinks said, crouching down.

“Tch, you know better?”

Phinks held up his phone, a tutorial on the screen. Pakunoda, Machi, and Shizuku sat together, ignoring the men as they carved their pumpkins, occasionally dodging flying pumpkin guts.

——————

You walked out of the kitchen 30 minutes later, carrying in some muffins shyly. “Sorry, I was a little rude earlier. I made some- oh, are you all done?”

You ignored the complete mess the troupe had made, happy that you laid out plenty of newspaper. Nobunaga nodded, holding up his pumpkin. For an expert in the sword, it looked… really bad.

“Yep, we just finished up!”

You hummed and looked over each pumpkin. “Oh, Paku, is yours a cat?”

She nodded, trying to keep a neural expression. It was a little cat, and you couldn’t help but coo and take a picture. “Cute!”

It wasn’t amazing, but cute nonetheless. You continued looking, the next one to catch your attention being Shalnark’s. It was an image of some anime character, and despite looking amateur, you could recognize the character. “Oh, is that sailor moon? It’s really good Shal!”

He gave you a proud smile, holding his pumpkin i his lap. The last pumpkin that caught your attention was Feitan’s, which was honestly the best looking one. It was a detailed carving of human heart, and you couldn’t help but be impressed.

“I think we have a winner!”

You pick up Feitan’s pumpkin and hold it up for everyone to see. Despite being upset they didn’t win, everyone also agreed his was the best looking.

You placed the pumpkin on your table before smiling. Under his jacket, Feitan’s cheeks were a soft pink as he stood before you. “Fei, are you ready for your prize?”

He froze, his hands trembling slightly in his pockets. Feitan had always been on the shy side, and when it came to you, his shy nature only intensified. The others could pick this up, especially Phinks and Shalnark. The two were about to speak up, but you talked first.

“Fei, I won’t kiss you if you don’t want it.”

His eyes widen slightly. How should he tell you that it’s not that he doesn’t want to kiss you, it’s the fact that he wasn’t sure how his body would react to such a thing? Shit, it was already hard enough to not pop a boner in your presence, a kiss might kill him!

“Kiss… kiss alright. Can handle it,” he tried to say nonchalantly, but his words came out shaky. You smiled warmly, stepping closer and gently tugging the hood of his coat down.

“Are you ready?”

His heart thumped against his chest rapidly, his eyes half lidded as he stared at your soft lips. “Y-yeah…”

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his for a moment before pulling away, giggling. “There you go!”

You open your eyes, only to see him tug his hood back into place and speed away from you. Feitan’s face was bright red, and he could feel his pants tighten as he his under hid coat.

“Well,” Chrollo said, getting everyone’s attention. Only few people would be able to read the hint of jealousy in his eye as he spoke. “What’s next, (Name)?”

———————

After a quick lunch, the group gathered at a corn maze. “Okay everyone, we’re going in groups of two, using the buddy system in case we get separated! Stranger danger, ya know?”

Phinks patted your head. “No one else is here, (Name), we’re the only people in line. I don’t think we’ll have any trouble with stranger danger.”

“Besides, we’re all adults and nen users.” Pakunoda said, slightly amused by your concern.

“Hmph! We’re doing the buddy system, there’s scare actors in there. What if one of them can use nen? It’s better to stick to pairs of two!”

Chrollo nodded, paying for everyone to enter. “That’s smart, (Name).”

The pairs were as so: Chrollo and Pakunoda, Phinks and Feitan, Shalnark and Machi, Uvogin and Nobunaga, then Shizuku and you.

Pakunoda glanced at you and Shizuku. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, (Name)? Shizuku can be a bit forgetful, I don’t want you two to get separated. You’re scared easily, aren’t you (Name)?”

Shizuku huffed before pulling you into her chest. “Hey, I’ll keep her safe! I’ll stay focused!”

You blushed a little, your face directly in her breasts. “Mmph!”

She released you, patting your head. “Whoops, you alright?”

You nodded shyly, your face hot.

The group entered the maze, taking different paths. It was large and intricate, more like a labyrinth than a maze. Shizuku kept a hold on your hand, occasionally squeezing it when someone jumped out to scare the two of you.

“Oh. (Name), are you scared?”

You were trembling and holding onto her arm, giving her a slight nod. “A little, y-yeah…”

The two of you continued to walk through the maze, but Shizuku seemed to space out. “Hmm…”

She let go of your hand for just a moment, and when you attempted to grab her hand again, she was already gone. “Shizuku? Shizuku!”

You shook in your little Mary Janes as you tried to find her. Just then a man with a chainsaw begin chasing you, causing you to shriek and sprint in a random direction. “AGH! SHIZUKU! SOMEONE!”

You cried in fear, spotting a familiar figure and nearly sobbing. “Uvo! Nobu!”

They looked up, Uvogin opening his arms to allow you to jump into them. He held you close as you trembled and cried, obviously terrified. Nobunaga gave you a look of concern before glancing up, unsheathing his sword and the man approached.

“Hey, back off. She’s scared.”

The man takes one look at the two menacing figures before turning around and running away. Nobunaga turns back to you, gently running his hand over your hair to smooth it out. “Hey, he’s gone. You’re okay now.”

You sniffle a little, but relax into Uvogin’s arms. “There ya go, princess. Just relax. We’ll find our way out.”

The two spent the rest of the maze in silence. Their intimidating presences alone were enough to keep all the scare actors at bay. By the end of the maze, you had fallen asleep, your arms around Uvogin’s neck.

“Uvo, Nobu? Oh thank god, you found her!”

Shalnark ran towards the three, looking over you with relieved eyes. Nobunaga held a finger up to his lips, the blonde getting quiet. “She’s sleeping, Shal. Did anyone find Shizuku?”

Said girl was being scolded by Feitan close by. She seemed sorry enough, glancing at you with regretful eyes. “I didn’t mean to leave her, I got distracted…”

Chrollo took you from Uvogin’s arms, sighing softly as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “That doesn’t matter, all that matters is she’s safe. Let’s get her home.”

By the time the group got home, it was dark. You awoke when you heard a wet thwack!

“Huh? What was that?”

Chrollo set you down. “I’m not sure, I think it’s coming from around the corner.”

You peeked arousn the corner, your eyes going wide. “The pumpkins! Hey!”

You run forward, the troupe following close behind. A group of drunk men were smashing the pumpkins you all worked hard on. “Hey, you assholes! Get away from-“

You attempted to shop them away, but were pushed to the ground. “Shut up, bitch. Stupid whore thinks she can tell us what to do…”

Thankfully, Phinks caught you before you could hit your head on the concrete, his strong arms lifting up up. “You alright, sunshine?”

You nod, sniffling a little, tears running down your cheeks. “They… they’re smashing our pumpkins…”

He did his best to comfort you as the rest of the Troupe advanced. “Trash, make her cry.” Feitan spits, wielding his umbrella.

“What should we do, boss? Can’t let them hurt our sweethearts feelings, can we?” Pakunoda asked, ruffling your hair as she passed by.

Chrollo hummed. “Take them out, but wait until we get (Name) inside.”

Pakunoda, Feitan, and Shizuku stayed outside while the rest walked in. You heard screaming for a minute, then the sound of Shizuku’s nen activating.

“I’m sorry about the pumpkins, (Name). I know you liked them.” Shalnark said, sitting next to you as you sulked on the couch.

“It’s okay… I got pictures of all of them… at least…”

Shalnark patted your back before opening his phone. “I’ll call in some pizza, okay? Uvogin and Nobunaga brought alcohol, so why don’t we watch some horror movies and chill?”

You nodded, rubbing your teary eyes. “Yeah, that sounds fun…”

——————

It didn’t take long for everyone to get pleasantly buzzed, you included. The troupe gathered around your TV, each taking turns to sit next to you. After all, you always jumped into the lap of whoever sat next to you when you got scared!

You stood up, humming. “Imma grab some treats, made ‘em yesterday.”

Little do you know, Shizuku had an idea. You returned with the tray, placing it on the coffee table and smiling. “Okay, dig in g-“

The dark haired girl snuck up behind you, yanking your skirt down and sitting you on the coffee table. “Let’s play a game, whoever can eat her out and make her cum the fastest, wins.”

You sat there dumbfounded, trying to process the fact that your pussy was on full display for the entire troupe, and they were all blatantly staring. You tried to close your legs, whining, but Shizuku kept them held open. “H-hey!”

You pour at her, but you don’t make any further moves to stop her. You’ve never had someone eat you out before, you hadn’t even had sex, so the thought of all 8 members present taking turns making you cum was making your pussy drool in delight.

It’s not like you haven’t imagined it a few times. Your fellow troupe members were attractive, and although this was a little embarrassing, you were a little excited.

“F-fuck…”

Phinks crouched down in front of you, taking a good whiff. You squeaked, your face hot with embarrassment.

He’s quickly shoved away by Machi, who huffed. “You said you get to go first? We’ll have to draw straws.”

Chrollo cleared his throat, the bulge in his pants more than evident. “That’s a good idea, Machi. Get the straws.”

You were allowed to sit down on the couch, a pillow under your hips to get you comfortable.

The first one up was Feitan. You felt a bit sorry for him, he was obviously inexperienced in such a thing, staring at your pussy with wife eyes, his hands shaking a little when he grabbed you by the hips.

He lowered his head to your pussy, looking up at you with those dark eyes. He took his coat off, now only wearing pants. Even from this angle, you could see the tent in his pants, his cheeks a light shade of pink.

“Come on, Fei. Hurry up!” Phinks yelled, tapping his foot impatiently.

Usually, Feitan could be pretty intimidating to most people, but you knew that he wasn’t actually a bad guy, he was just a bit shy and awkward. You played with his hair, trying to encourage him. “It’s okay, take your time.”

Even as you said this, you lightly bucked your hips trying to reach his face. You couldn’t help it, he was so close to burying his nose in your pussy.

Maybe he just needs a little guidance…

You look at him, grabbing a fist full of his hair and gently guiding him to your cunt. His eyes widened, and when his lips touched your pussy, he moaned into you. Feitan’s tongue darted out of his mouth, testing the waters.

“Mmph…”

He buried his face in your pussy, licking and sucking everywhere. Occasionally he’d touch your clit, but you knew without some more guidance, he wouldn’t be able to make you cum.

Gently, you grabbed his hair again, cooing softly as you guided him towards your clit. “Here, Fei.”

He glanced up at you through his dark eyelashes, immediately latching onto your clit. This had you mewling, your hips bucking into his face.

Feitan was a fast learner, you only had to show him how to please you once and he was on it like a hawk. After a minute, you ended up cumming on his tongue, panting softly.

Phinks clapped Feitan on the back as the dark haired man pulled away. “Hey, it took a bit but you got her there! Nice job, man.”

Feitan looked at you shyly, patting your thigh. “… good girl.”

‘Oh, he’s so cute.’ You thought, wanting to give him a kiss or something for his efforts, but the next person up was already crawling between your legs.

Pakunoda held your thighs apart, her thumb rubbing against your clit. “Is that good, princess?”

You nodded, whining a little. “Mhm… ahh!”

You squeak when she inserts a finger, now sucking on your clit as she adds another finger in. You bucked your hips, but she keeps you still.

You cum pretty quick, the woman smiling up at you as you catch your breath. “Mm, you taste divine, (Name).”

She gave your pussy a kiss before moving away for the next person to come.

Chrollo and Shalnark were similar in the way they ate you out. They liked to make a lot of eye contact, their fingers curling inside you, sometimes chuckling on your clit as they suckled on it.

Phinks and Uvogin were rough, their big tongues filling your pussy up, their fingers stretching you out. They both groaned when your walls clenched around their fingers as you came.

Nobunaga and Shizuku were a little desperate, their tongues lapping at you and fingers thrusting into you at ungodly speeds. Although you came quick, it wasn’t as satisfying when you came the previous times.

Machi was much like Pakunoda, taking her time and making you cum on her tongue easily. She was the only on to grab your breasts, making the others jealous. They hadn’t even though of that!

By the end of the night, you were exhausted!

The pillow underneath you was soaked with your cum, your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “Our sweetheart seems tired.” Phinks teased, crouching down to help you get dressed.

The group decided to sleep in the living room, and you fell asleep being cuddled by the entire troupe.

Was it easy being loved by a band of thieves? No. Was it satisfying?

Oh yes.

“This was the best Halloween ever…” you whispered into Chrollo’s chest. He smiled and kissed the top of you head.

“It really was.”

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empresskylo · 9 months

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beneath the mask ✩ chapter 6 ⬅ch.5

➠𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈; 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ➠SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X AFAB!READER ➠CHAPTER TAGS | afab!reader. mean!ghost. wc 3.7k ➠AUTHOR'S NOTE | not in love with this chapter, but i am in love with the tension. enjoy hehe

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

you walked out of your room in the safe house, tugging on and securing your tactical vest as you did. you made your way into the living room and found ghost seated, propped backwards, legs spread slightly, and his arm resting on the armrest of the couch as if he was comfortably seated to watch a sports game.

your feet faltered, hesitating slightly once you saw him, his eyes sharply following your movements. “where is everyone?” you asked, looking around. you peeked into the kitchen and found it desolate.

“left.”

you gave him a puzzled look, having no choice but to walk further into his space and sit across from him. you sat close to the edge, your body tight and closed off–a much more tense position than ghost was in.

“got intel hassan’s men are on the move. soap and the others went to follow the lead.”

“so, why are we still here?”

he shifted in his seat, slouching even further into the couch. you felt your heart race–it wasn’t your fault he looked so damn good spread out before you like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“we’re waitin’. gonna follow in a bit. make sure this wasn’t all a diversion. i got a feelin’ i know where they might actually be headin’.”

you nodded, rubbing your hands on your thighs as a distraction from the intimacy of the situation. “but why me?”

you wondered if ghost was smiling at all under his mask–or making any sort of gesture in general. “you were the only one still asleep. just made sense it’d be you t’stay back with me.”

“oh.” you weren't sure what you expected, but hearing that he chose you out of simplicity stung even though it shouldn't. you had to stop letting your feelings get in the way.

you felt the awkwardness surrounding you and you alone, like you were the only one experiencing it. ghost looked so cool and collected–it was actually starting to piss you off. you wondered how he always did it.

“when do we know when to leave?”

“soap’s gonna give me word once he’s at the location.”

“and in the meantime?”

“we wait.”

“i know that. but…like…what do we do?”

“you’re askin’ me how to keep yourself entertained?”

your face went hot. you weren’t used to extended missions. you never had to wait. you weren’t sure how you should be preparing or if you should be looking some dossiers over. obviously, you weren’t asking ghost how to keep yourself entertained, and he knew that. it's like he got off on making you embarrassed.

and just that thought alone, imagining what he got off to–which was a joke–sent a rush of butterflies to your stomach. you tried to hide the increasing way your face flushed by pulling up your mask to cover your mouth and nose.

an hour passed and you were sat on the floor, across the room from ghost, your medical supplies sprawled out before you. you had sorted everything twice now and were trying to neatly organize everything back into your bag. you were bored out of your mind as you grouped things together on the carpet.

two combat boots appeared in your peripheral vision and you gulped. you slowly traced up ghost’s body until you reached his eyes that were looking down at you, his arms crossed.

“what’re you doin’?” he asked.

“oh, uhm. i was just going through my med bag. reorganizing and taking inventory...” your voice trailed off.

to your astonishment, ghost sank to the floor, crossing his legs and hunching over. your eyes widened as you watched him look over your tools spread out on the carpeted floor, too afraid to speak or you might ruin the moment.

was ghost bored too? a sense of dread and anxiety pooled in your stomach. you felt like that night over a week ago where ghost told you his real name and you lectured him on letting people in, brought you closer in a sense. yet the two of you decided to ignore that connection, instead acting like nothing had even happened.

it appears i’ve grown… to like you. his words rang in your head. life is pretty fuckin’ miserable when the people you let in leave you.

“what’s that?” he asked, pointing to an unmarked tube and making you refocus your attention.

“oh, that’s just a hemostatic agent. i use it to stop bleeding. it creates a sort of instant scab,” you said, gesturing your hands around nervously as you spoke.

he seemed pensive as he continued to look over your artillery. “and that?”

“that's a cricothyrotomy kit. you know… for keeping the airway open.”

he nodded. “and in that case there?”

“my automated external defibrillator.” you smiled at him. “got a new one recently. It’s very fancy," you said, widening your grin and mimicking his accent.

ghost made a humming noise, acknowledging that he heard you.

“you always carry all this around?”

“i mean… yeah.”

“just seems like a lot for someone of your... caliber.” yes, you knew you weren't as strong as the other men, being a medic and all, but that didn't matter to you. you didn't care how heavy your bag was. you'd carry around anything and everything you needed with the potential to save someone's life.

you knew ghost was already aware of this information, too. he’d been in the military for how long? 10 years at least. but you humored him anyway. he was probably looking for something to occupy his time. you wondered if he was used to more exciting companions and that made you suddenly self-conscious of your entertainment value.

“you never know what kind of situation you might run into out there. it’s good to always be prepared.” you worked on shoving everything back into your bag, strapping things into their proper slots.

you finished zipping up your bag when you spoke again. “want to play a game?” your face immediately went hot at your words. you sounded so stupid.

your eyes slowly looked up to meet his. ghost leaned backwards on his hands, watching you intently. “what kinda game?”

“uh,” you thought for a moment, pushing your bag to beside you. “there's one i know, where you say something you’ve never done, but are hoping the other person has. if the other person did do the thing, they put a finger down. whoever has all 5 fingers down first, loses.”

“mmm.” he hummed, thinking. “what happens to the loser?”

“oh, i don’t know, actually,” you anxiously twirled your hands together. “it’s usually a drinking game so…”

“for fun then,” he muttered, setting you back at ease from your overthinking.

you looked at him, wishing you could see his face right now to get a better read on what he was thinking.

“you first,” he said.

“right.” you took a moment to think before speaking. “i have never… killed anybody.”

he snorted, making you jump slightly in bewilderment. “so we’re gonna play like that, huh?” he challenged, almost playfully.

your chest began to beat rapidly. ghost held up his hand and put one finger down before resting back on it.

you smiled as he lulled over his thoughts. “i’ve neva amputated someone’s leg.”

you puffed out a breath of air. “that’s cheating!”

“you didn’t set any rules,” he said matter-of-factly, but with a clear smirk on his lips.

“you’re supposed to say things that you’re not entirely sure the other person has done, otherwise i could sit here and say i’ve never grown to be six feet tall.”

“six three,” he added.

you scowled at him. "not the point." although, knowing he was that tall made you get goosebumps.

“well, you know for a fact i’ve killed people,” he added, referring to your first prompt. you rolled your eyes knowing he was right and he chuckled. you never thought someone laughing could sound so enchanting.

“we’ll call it even then. from now on, we’ll do things we might not know.”

he nodded. something about this game felt so intimate as he sat across from you, staring at nothing other than you. you gulped under the pressure.

“i have never…” you wondered what’s something you’ve never done that ghost has. he was quite a few years older than you and experienced in every sense of the word, so you figured this might be easy.

you’re not sure why you let your next words escape you, but you immediately regretted them once they did. “...been in love.” your face went red hot at the admission. how fast the game took a turn and it was your own fault.

ghost’s eyes studied you, flickering back and forth between yours. he was unreadable. you waited for him to hold his hand up and put another finger down, but he never did. a small breath left your lips as you watched him look above your head, thinking of another prompt.

you clenched your teeth at the newfound information. ghost had never been in love…simon had never been in love.

“i’ve never lied about datin’ soap to get some prick off my back.”

you gasped. “how’d you know?! did soap tell you? that bastard," you cursed, making ghost laugh. you momentarily thought back to the soldier who had been in the infirmary for a week and how he would not stop asking you out no matter how many times you refused. to your relief, soap had overheard one of abundant proposals and swooped in to the rescue, placing a kiss on your forehead and asking you if you still wanted to have lunch together. you may have blushed profusely, but you were so thankful. it was rather annoying that the man thinking you were involved with johnny is what it took for him to stop asking. not your flat-out rejections.

ghost hummed, “jus’ a good guess.”

you eyed him unsure but a smile rose on your lips as you looked down at your boots and thought of another. you liked that he seemed to be enjoying himself. he was laughing. and you had never had the chance to make him laugh.

your back was against the wall and you pulled your knees into your chest, your hands fiddling with your laces. “i have never accidentally shot my gun off.”

ghost raised his hand and put a finger down. your mouth opened and your eyebrows went up. “no way,” you said in disbelief.

“it was a long time ago. no one got hurt,” he assured.

the way ghost spoke led you to believe he may have been a bit flustered at admitting that. you couldn’t believe that that is what it took to bring about a bashful ghost, no matter how slight the flush may be. you wished you could see the pink rise to his cheeks.

ghost looked around the room as he thought. you saw the way his blonde eyelashes reflected the soft light from the corner. his eye makeup was smudged and just barely showed signs of his eyebrows. you marveled at this man you could barely see. you tried to shake your head free of these tormenting thoughts.

“i’ve never joined the military out of the goodness of my heart.”

you scoffed and gestured a finger down before placing your hands on your boots again. “what’d you join for, then?

he shifted his position so his leg was bent out beside him and he leaned to the side on his hand, his other draped over his knee. “not sure anyone can join for a good reason. you end up killing innocent civilians no matter how hard you try to avoid it.”

you swallowed at his answer. maybe he was right. but you weren’t doing the killing, so were you really to blame?

ghost seemed to read your mind. “bein’ a bystander might not be as bad as pullin’ the trigger, but still…”

he saw you close in on yourself as you took in what he was saying. he didn’t want to upset you, but he wasn’t going to pussyfoot around things either.

before he could say more, you spoke, cutting off any more exestential words from ghost. “i have never hurt somebody with no remorse.” your eyes flickered up to his and something dark began to brew in them.

you watched as his body tensed. “is that what ya think of me?”

you shook your head, embarrassed at what you said. you didn’t mean to make it sound like that…

“simon, i didn’t mean–”

his bitter words drowned you out. “i’ve neva had a lil’ crush on my lieutenant, actin’ like this is all a big fuckin’ game.” his sharp eyes snapped to yours, his gaze igniting your skin.

he knew. the bastard knew and now he was poking fun at you. he was pissed off at what you said and now he was going to take it out on you. his short temper sometimes crept up on him at the worst possible times.

you tried to subdue your shocked expression and will the embarrassment and tears away, but it was no use. you swallowed hard and grabbed your bag and stood up. “i don’t want to play anymore.”

you strolled across the room, wanting to hide from ghost. you heard him shuffle as he stood up and sighed. then he called out your name. “wait… i didn’t–”

soap’s voice cut in, grabbing both of your attention. you spun to listen. “ghost! we’re gonna need backup!”

“where are you?” ghost asked, the panic nowhere to be found in his voice.

ghost and soap finished conversing as ghost ushered the two of you out and to the bottom floor. outside of the building you saw only one vehicle sitting in the driveway and it was a motorcycle.

wait… did ghost expect you to–?

“get on,” he demanded, swinging his leg over the bike and starting it up.

you hesitated as you stepped closer to the bike. “i’ve never–”

“we don’t have time. get the fuck on .” his resentful tone startled you.

you were flustered as you awkwardly got on the motorcycle behind him, trying to keep your body from touching his, but it was inevitable.

“no helmets then?” you asked.

ghost turned slightly to look at you behind him. “better hold on,” was his only response.

he didn’t start moving until he felt your arms wrap around him. the second he took off, you were left with no choice to to squeeze your grip around him far tighter so you didn’t fly off the back. you pressed your face to his back and closed your eyes.

after a few minutes, you slowly pried them open and felt your heartbeat begin to steady. it wasn’t so bad. the wind in your hair was actually rather enjoyable.

feeling a bit more confident and realizing how entangled you were with ghost, your hands released him and rested on the part of the bike in front of him. you were already pressed against him, you didn’t want to also be hugging him to death. god, this was so embarrassing . especially after the way he called you out on your infatuation with him. you wanted to curl up in a hole, thanking god if he put you out of your misery.

without warning, ghost used one of his hands to grab your own and he roughly put them around his waist. “don’t fuckin’ let go ,” he growled over his shoulder at you.

a bit astonished, you did as you were told and kept your hands clasped together around ghost’s lower stomach.

ghost slowed his bike as he edged on the location and you peeked to look around his back. you spotted a building engulfed in flames and a cry left your lips. ghost skidded the bike to a stop and hopped off, grabbing you without thinking, lifting then setting you down.

you looked up a him a bit starstruck but he was already belining for the building. “wait! it’s not safe!” you called out to him, nervous he’d run inside.

he tracked around the building's perimeter and found soap and three other teammates leaning over and panting. “what happened?” ghost asked them.

soap’s words turned to nonsense in your mind as you spotted a figure in one of the windows. you looked at ghost and soap before you made a very bad, rash decision, dropping your bag to the graveled ground. instead of speaking up, you booked it for the door of the building.

you heard ghost’s voice shout from behind you but you were already in the building and scouring for the person.

you coughed, pulling up your mask and trying to shield your eyes from the smoke. as you stumbled in the building you realized that it was a house, spotting a couch and dining furniture. you quickly appraised your surroundings. a board fell from the ceiling and made you scream. you jumped backward, just missing the flaming piece of wood and blundered into the next room like a fawn learning to walk.

that's where you saw him. a little boy was huddled in the corner of what appeared to be a child’s bedroom. he was sitting on his bed in front of the window you saw him in earlier. he was trying to open the window but his hands shot back in pain.

you called out to him. “hold on! i’m coming…” you sputtered, coughing again, your eyes watering from the smoke in the air. it was becoming all-consuming, your senses being taken over by the potent smoke and heat.

your name was grunted behind you as ghost wrapped his arm around your waist and hoisted you up into his arms.

“wait! ghost, wait!” you shouted, pointing at the bed behind a wall of flames. “there's a kid!”

ghost turned, still holding you flesh against him in a vise grip. he contemplated for a moment before setting you down. “don’t fuckin’ move!” he demanded and you nodded in panic.

you watched helplessly as ghost jumped over the fire, barely avoiding getting burned, then he pried open the window with an extensive amount of force. he grabbed the kid and you could tell he was saying something to him, before abruptly passing him out the window. a sense of relief flooded through you when you were sure the boy was safely outside.

then ghost turned and made his way back to you. “it’s safer if you just go out the window! i think i can get out–” you began, looking behind you for an escape route. but before you could even finish your sentence, ghost was back by your side and heaving you up into his arms.

“ah!” you gasped. "is this really necessary?" you asked, referring to him carrying you.

“so fuckin’ stupid,” he grumbled at you as he walked over the wreckage and dodged flames. ghost made it back out through the door managing to keep you both out of harm's way. you heard a loud crackle as the building began to cave in on itself and your eyes went wide with shock. the image of you cutting it too close set you on edge.

ghost brought you back to where everyone else was standing around the humvee, and plopped you back on your feet. you were gulping for clean air, soap’s hand landing on your shoulder. “you okay?” he asked you.

you smiled up at him, wiping your face from sweat and smearing ashes across it. “never better.”

“jesus,” he said with a bit of reprieve, “you scared the shit outta–”

soap was pushed to the side as a giant ghost loomed over you, taking his place. “you go run off without orders again, and you’re off the team .” his words were barely anything but a growl.

you gulped, wanting to hide from everyone, especially ghost’s wrath. you spoke, but your voice was husky from the smoke in your lungs and throat. “i’m sorry, i wasn’t thinking… i just wanted to save that boy.”

ghost’s eyes narrowed at you and it sent a shiver down your spine. he hunched over, lining his face with yours, speaking lowly so only you could hear. “you ever scare me like that again…” his voice trailed off as his eyes switched between yours. he took in a breath. “you’re the one who told me to let people in. i’d sooner kick your ass off my fuckin’ team if it meant keepin’ you safe. from leavin’ me . ”

you were bewildered by his words. by his confession. did that mean simon had let you in? or that he was trying to let you in?

before you had a chance to reply–to nod, to thank him, to do anything of the sort–he stepped away, his fists clenched tightly, and got back on his bike.

“come on,” soap said, patting your shoulder. “we’re headin’ back. shit was a bust.”

you watched as ghost rode off down the road, the dirt kicked up behind him. then your eyes turned to the burning building, civilians rushing over with water and attempting to put the flames out.

“what about them?” you asked soap, your feet rooted in place.

soap followed your line of sight. he struggled with his thoughts, but he knew that you have more important things to take care of. hassan is their biggest threat at the moment, and that takes priority. “they got it. come on,” he tried again.

“soap…” you whined slightly, unsure of what to do.

he sighed. “i wish we could help. really. but we gotta get back. shepherd’s orders.”

you looked at him and saw the hurt in his eyes. he hated this just as much as you.

you spied the boy, his mother hugging him tightly and saying something in his ear as he clung to her.

you swallowed and followed soap to the humvee. you’re just as at fault as ghost said you were… being a bystander doesn’t absolve you of your sins.

chapter 7 ➡

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candycandy00 · 4 months

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The Doll House - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic Part 3

You sell yourself to the Doll House to pay your mom’s medical expenses, only to discover your trainer is the guy who bullied you relentlessly in high school: Gojo Satoru.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Gojo’s. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Chubby Reader. Dubcon. Pet Play. Bullying. Collars/Leashes. Overstimulation. Gags. Vibrators. Vaginal sex. Bondage. Oral sex. Gojo being an asshole.

You wake up lying on the floor of Gojo’s room, your upper half cradled in Gojo’s arms. His face looks frantic, scared, as he looks down at you. He’s saying your name. Not Chubby Bunny, but your actual name. You’ve never heard him say it before.

“What happened?” he asks you, his voice coming out at a higher pitch than normal.

“I’m anemic. I faint sometimes. I’m fine.”

You start to get up, but he’s clutching you too firmly. You wiggle a bit to try to shake him off. “Let go so I can get up.”

His grip gets even firmer. “No, I’ll carry you to the bed.”

“I said I’m fine! You can’t carry me, I’m too heavy!”

He flashes a smile. “Who do you think you’re talking to? You’re not too heavy for me.”

With that, he slides one hand under your thighs and stands up, lifting you into the air as he does. You panic and grab onto his neck, afraid of falling. You haven’t been picked up like this since you were a child. How strong is he?!

He laughs breezily as he walks you over to his bed and lays you down. “There, see? Not heavy at all.”

You don’t know if he’s joking or not, so you don’t say anything.

He stands next to the bed and looks down at you, his face suddenly turning serious. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re anemic? It’s not in your file.”

You look away from him. “It’s not a big deal. It’s not like I faint all the time, just every now and then.”

“It is a big deal! I’m your trainer, I’m responsible for you! What if I hadn’t been close enough to catch you? You could’ve been hurt!”

You hear his voice but you’re avoiding seeing his face. This weird concern is making you uncomfortable.

He sighs and says, “What do you normally do when this happens? Do you need to see a doctor?”

You shake your head. “No, I just rest a little while and I’m fine.” You start to scoot to the edge of the bed to stand up, but his hand on your shoulder stops you.

“What are you doing?”

You finally look at him. “I’m going to my bed so I can go to sleep.”

He gently pushes you back down. “Oh no, you’re sleeping here tonight. No arguments, this is an order from your trainer!” He pulls the covers over you and tucks you in. That’s when you notice the collar is gone. He must have taken it off when you fainted.

“Where are you gonna sleep?” you ask, slightly nervous. The two of you have never slept beside each other yet.

He smiles. “I’ll take the pet bed.”

He’s way too tall to fit in the pet bed, but the idea of it amuses you. “Okay,” you say. “I should be fine in the morning.”

“Either way, we’re taking tomorrow off,” he tells you. “No training sessions. We’ll hang around in our pajamas and watch movies.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! It’ll be fun. I’ll make some popcorn.”

That… actually sounds good. But you can’t help being suspicious. “Why are you being nice to me?”

He gives you that strange look again, one you’ve seen occasionally. Then his expression turns warm and he rubs the back of his head, slightly messing up his hair. “Why? I thought it would be obvious by now. It’s because I lo-“

His cell phone rings loudly, cutting off his words. He reaches into his pocket and pulls it out. “Oh, it’s Shoko calling me back,” he says, then answers with a sharp, “Where were you?!”

You listen to Gojo’s side of the conversation.

“I don’t care if you were with a patient! My doll fainted and scared the shit out of me!”

“…. Please don’t hang up I’m sorry I yelled!”

“Yeah. How did you know it was her? Ugh, Suguru can’t keep his mouth shut.”

“… You sound just like him. Look, can we talk about this later? I need your advice as a doctor right now.”

“She said she’s anemic. … I don’t know, hold on.” He looks over at you and says, “Do you take any medication for it?”

“No,” you reply, “It’s never been that much of an issue.”

He puts the phone back to his ear. “No meds. She says it’s just an occasional thing. … Okay, and what foods have that? Never mind, I’ll Google it. Thanks, Shoko!”

There’s another pause, a long one. Then Gojo says, “Stop worrying. I’ll take really good care of her. … I’m not hurting her. You know me better than that.”

He puts the phone back in his pocket and returns to your bedside. “Get some sleep. I’ll be up for a while, so if you need anything, just tell me.”

Feeling mildly creeped out by Gojo’s consideration, you fall asleep in his bed. The next morning he wakes you up with a tray of food in his hands. You sit up in bed and he sits the tray in front of you. There are breakfast meats and eggs, dried fruits, and even a dark chocolate bar.

“Shoko said you need iron. I wasn’t sure what you like, so I got a bunch of stuff.”

He plops down beside you as you begin to eat, and tears open a sticky packaged pastry before taking a big bite. He notices you watching him and holds the pastry out. “Want a bite? I don’t know if it has any iron in it though.”

A little flustered by this bizarrely nice Gojo, you return your attention to your tray and say, “No thanks.”

Gojo chats a bit as he eats, mostly talking about Geto and Nanami, funny stories about dolls they’ve trained, strange requests buyers have made, and other interesting things about the Doll House. You mostly stay silent as you eat, and when you’re finished, Gojo takes your tray away.

Afterwards, he turns on the television and gets back onto the bed while holding the remote. It’s the first time the tv has been on since you’ve been here.

“Let’s watch a movie,” he says. “What kind do you like?”

“Uh, horror, I guess.”

His face lights up. “I like horror too!”

Gojo acts like an excited little boy as he starts talking about some of his favorites, asking if you’ve seen them. Then he scrolls through the horror category on a streaming service until you both agree on a movie to watch.

The day passes like this, lying in his bed, watching various movies, eating popcorn occasionally between the iron-rich meals he brings you. He never touches you, at least not in a sexual way, and he keeps asking how you’re feeling. You can’t understand why he’s doing this. Is he afraid there will be legal issues if you become ill while in his care? It’s not like he caused you to pass out, and he didn’t even know you were anemic.

It almost feels like the two of you are friends, or even… a couple.

It dawns on you that when you were in love with Gojo in high school, this was what you most often fantasized about: the two of you hanging out and enjoying each other’s company.

Now, your heart is so confused. You can’t deny that your feelings for him have been reawakened. You’re right back to having a major crush on the hottest, most unattainable guy around. What makes it worse this time is that you have a physical relationship with him, which makes it so much harder to resist getting emotionally attached to him. Everything he does with you is so intimate, especially the way he makes you look him in the eyes during it all.

Your body responds to him. You never thought you were a masochist, and you don’t enjoy actual physical pain, but you find yourself getting turned on by the degrading aspects. It makes you feel sick and incredibly horny at the same time.

It was the most pathetic thing in the whole world, getting off on being fucked and degraded by your bully.

That’s why you can’t wait for the training to be over, so you can get away from him, away from this emotional torment. Once you don’t have to see him anymore, feel his touch anymore, you can put him (and your feelings for him) back in the past where they belong. And maybe your heart can calm down.

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The training is over halfway over, and Gojo still hasn’t told Chubby Bunny how he feels about her. He wants to, but he’s started to feel a little nervous. He’s never confessed his feelings to someone before, not like this. Suguru and Shoko have repeatedly told him that Chubby Bunny probably still sees him as the bully who harassed her in school. They’ve said it so many times that he’s starting to worry about it.

But how could she? Hasn’t he made his feelings obvious by the way he passionately makes love to her? The way he worships her body?

He knew from the first night that he wanted to keep her, from the moment she admitted that she’d had feelings for him in high school. If she had feelings then, she would definitely have them now, with him making her cum several times a day. Hell, she begs for his cock all the time!

The day they spent together, after she fainted, was perhaps even more precious to him than the days he spent inside her. He was surprised by how much they had in common, how much he enjoyed just talking to her. He wants to take care of her, to hold her close, to protect her.

But he also wants to cum, and make her cum. Fortunately, they both seem to get off on the same things.

Right now, she’s tied to the bed, no clothing aside from the stockings he loves so much. Her limbs are each tied with rope to a different corner of the bed, her legs spread eagle. He’s attaching a round ball gag to her mouth, fastening the strap around the back of her head as she looks up him with those lovely eyes.

The ball gag is full of small holes, so that air and other things can pass through. It holds her mouth open, but presses against her tongue so that she can make sounds, but not speak. After it’s secured, Gojo leans forward and sloppily licks the ball gag, letting his saliva drizzle through the holes and into her waiting mouth.

Then he pulls out a pair of new toys he bought just for her: tiny twin vibrators, each one pink and oval shaped, around the size of the tip of her pinky finger. She looks at them curiously, clearly not knowing what they are. Such a cute, innocent little thing.

“You’re going to love these, Bunny. I bet you’ve never tried vibrators before, have you? Since your clit is so sensitive and all.”

Her eyes widen, a look of alarm passing over them. Gojo smiles at her and uses the wireless remote to turn the vibrators on, holding them up she can watch them pulse and tremor.

“Now hold still,” he says, turning them off for the moment. “I’m gonna tape these to your clit, and we’ll see what level you can stand. It goes up to ten!”

She squirms, her limbs pulling at the ropes. Gojo rubs her head affectionately and then moves down between her legs. He spreads the folds of her already wet pussy and gives her clit a few strokes with his finger, enjoying the way she jerks. Then he puts one of the vibrators on each side of her clit, and uses a special clear tape to secure them. The very tip of her clit is sticking out cutely between the vibrators, trembling before he even turns them on.

He stands beside the bed and watches Bunny’s face as he sets the power to level one and pushes the button.

Her body shakes, her arms fighting the restraints. She’s making sounds through the gag that make Gojo instantly hard. He holds up the remote so that she can see him turn the power to level two.

She screams around the gag, her back arching up off the bed as she almost immediately cums.

“Wow, that quick, huh?” he says, opening his pants and reaching in to pull his raging erection free. As he turns the power level to three, while she’s still reeling from her orgasm, he begins jacking off right beside her. Watching her writhe on the bed as she’s overstimulated is way too hot to ignore.

He tries to time his orgasm to match her own as the vibrators, now set to level four, drive her to climax again. He’s close, but she cums first, tears pouring down her face. When he knows he’s going to cum, he moves close to her face and shoots his load onto the ball gag, watching it ooze into the holes and drip down her chin.

He gently rubs her head again. “Do you like that, Chubby Bunny? Having my cum in your mouth?”

She nods, making a noise that sounds like, “uh huh”. He can see her tongue through the holes, lapping at the gag, trying to get every drop.

Fuck, he’s almost hard again already.

He turns the vibrators up to five and watches her jerk, her eyes huge as she screams.

“Are you about to hit your limit? Can your poor little clit handle any more?” he asks, punctuating his words by reaching down and rubbing the tip of her clit with his fingers.

She emits a strangled cry, trying to rip her arms free as she cums yet again. Her eyes flutter, and it looks similar enough to the safe signal for him to pause and pull the ball gag off, ropes of cum stretching from her mouth.

“Are you feeling sick?” he asks, unable to hide the worry in his voice.

“No,” she says, her voice strained.

“Did you use the signal?”

“N-no, but I can’t handle it… it’s too much! I can’t cum anymore! Gojo, please-“

He shoves the sticky, cum soaked ball gag back into her mouth and fastens it again. “If you didn’t use the signal, we’ll keep going.”

She lets out a sobbing whine as he holds up the remote.

“Ready for level six?”

She’s shaking her head back and forth frantically, her tear filled eyes sparkling in such a pretty way. He thinks he might have just fallen even deeper in love with her.

He turns it up, and her whole body lifts off the bed. His original plan had been to leave her like this for at least an hour, but he’s afraid she’ll faint again, or start feeling weak and make the safe signal, only for him to miss it or not notice. He won’t take chances with her health or safety. Now that she’s back in his life, he won’t risk losing her.

He moves down again, bending over her body to get his face close to her throbbing pussy. Then he oh so slowly runs his tongue over the tip of her clit sticking out between the two vibrators, leaving a trail of his drool. She’s breathing so hard, her full, round tits heaving, that he watches her eyes for a minute to make sure she’s okay. Five rapid blinks signal she needs to stop, but she only blinks once.

His cock is twitching as he lightly strokes it, but he can’t bear to just use his hand again. Not when there’s a dripping wet pussy right in front of him, warm and soft and quivering.

So he climbs onto the bed, lifts her hips slightly so that he can go in at the best angle to hit the deepest parts of her, and plunges his dick inside her.

Fuck, she feels amazing. Every fucking time. It’s like her pussy was literally molded to stimulate his cock in precisely the best way. He fucks into her a little too roughly before remembering to be careful. He really doesn’t want to hurt her, but it’s hard to hold back when he’s feeling so good.

He reaches both hands down and squeezes her tits. They’re so squishy and plush!

“Good Bunny,” he says, looking her in the eyes. He loves locking eyes with her while fucking her, watching every little emotion that dances through them. “For such an inexperienced little pussy, you take my giant cock so well.”

He’s getting close, his dick pulsing inside her. But he wants to get the timing right this time. He pulls the remote out of his pocket and holds it up. She looks at it as if it’s a bomb.

“Let’s cum together, okay Bunny? For the grand finale, I’m turning it up to ten!”

She’s shaking her head again, looking up at him pleadingly, trying to form words but only garbled cries escaping the gooey gag.

He turns it up to the highest setting. She lets out a piercing scream, her sore pussy clenching around him like a vice.

“I really wanna fill this tight pussy, but you’ve been such a good Bunny for me! I think you deserve a treat!”

Seconds before she cums yet again, sobbing and shaking, he pulls out, tears off the gag, and sticks the tip of his cock into her messy mouth. At the same moment her orgasm hits her, he pumps her mouth full of his hot, thick cum.

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It almost feels like you’re drowning. Gojo filled your mouth with so much cum, even filling your throat, just as you were gasping and screaming from the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. You gulp it down as fast as you can, trying to catch your breath, regretting that you barely had time to savor the sweet taste and creamy texture of it.

He turns the vibrators off, only after watching you convulse and spasm through your climax. After he removes them, he unties your hands and feet, then pulls you into a sitting position.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

He keeps asking that, ever since you fainted. You’ve told him over and over that you’re fine. You’ve even promised to let him know if you start to feel weak or lightheaded, no matter what the two of you are doing at the time.

“I’m okay,” you say flatly, covering your nakedness with your arms. Somehow it feels way more awkward to be nude in front of him when he’s being nice to you.

“Need any help getting to the bathroom?”

You slowly stand up, then wince. He fucked you a little harder than usual. It didn’t hurt too much at the time but it left you sore. Not so sore that you can’t walk on your own, so you shake your head and go take a shower.

The days pass, and when there’s only a week left, you ask Gojo if there are any buyers interested in you.

“Oh, you’ve already been spoken for,” he says, surprising you.

“Really? But I thought I was supposed to meet him a few times.”

Gojo shrugs. “It doesn’t always happen that way. Depends on the buyer.”

You feel a strange sense of relief. You’ve actually been worried that no one would want you. You don’t even know what happens in that case. The idea of being stuck with Gojo longer than necessary terrifies you. Your heart can’t take much more of this.

Then, on your last night here, Gojo approaches you as you’re getting ready for bed.

“I was going to wait until tomorrow and surprise you, but I can’t hold off any longer,” he says.

You look up at him curiously. Is he going to give you some sort of parting gift? “What is it?” you ask.

His face is strangely serious. “There’s no buyer coming to take you tomorrow.”

You blink. “What?”

“There’s no buyer,” he repeats, and your only thought is, “Of course no one wants me.”

“But I wasn’t lying when I said you’re spoken for,” he goes on. “I’m keeping you. Tomorrow your contract will transfer to me.”

You stare at him, waiting for him to laugh and tell you he’s joking. He doesn’t.

“Why… would you do that?”

He gives you that look again, that one you can’t quite read, then says, “Why? Because I love you, that’s why. Because I want us to be together.”

The words slowly seep into your brain, and you’re reminded of those cheesy teen movies where the mean popular boy would ask the ugly girl to the prom, just to get her hopes up, and then laugh as he crushes them.

You can’t take this anymore, these cruel jokes, these petty attempts to trick you.

“Stop it!” you suddenly yell. “Just stop it, please! Stop hurting me!”

Gojo’s face freezes, then a look of utter confusion spreads across it.

You don’t care. You’re going to tell him what you think, what you feel, and damn him, he’s going to listen!

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Starlett - Part 3

Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, some fluff

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence

This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡

Part 1 | Part 2 | Final part

2296

Suddenly Irene looked unsteady and she held a hand to the wound on her side.

"Fancy seein' you here." She chuckled painfully.

"I know, I haven't changed a bit."

She laughed but immediately regretted it, groaning in pain.

"You uh," she said, blood dripping down her leg. "you wouldn't happen to have a stimpak on you would ya? I'm uh...I'm not feelin' too hot."

He looked her over, the gash was deep, she'd need more than one stimpak. "Unfortunately I don't think I do."

Suddenly her legs gave out from underneath her and she collapsed.

"Whoa." He said, catching her before she hit the ground.

Irene woke up hours later, lying on her back in what looked like a small cave, her head resting on a saddle bag.

She didn't look any different than she did before the war, albeit a little dishevelled, Cooper figured that however Moldaver survived must've been how she did.

"Coop." Irene croaked.

He looked up from cleaning his revolver and saw her try to move.

"Easy there Starlett, you're pretty banged up."

She winced in pain again and lay back down. "I thought you were dead." She said, weak from the blood loss.

"I should be. So should you."

"Fate had other plans I guess."

Cooper scoffed quietly. She didn't press it, even though she wanted to know if Janey made it.

"You're gonna need some proper medical attention." He said. "Ain't much out here though."

"Eh, it's just a scratch." She joked, swallowing a mouth-full of blood.

Cooper got up and handed her a flask of water, half empty. She took a few sips and handed it back.

"I'm lookin' for Lee, you know where I can find 'er?

"I've been looking for her myself, I'm afraid I can't help you there, I've found nothing but dead ends. The bitch is hard to find even in a fucking desert."

He smiled a little at the very different tone coming out of her mouth than he remembered; she must've been in the wasteland for a little while, at least.

"I'm glad I found you cowboy. You're about the only fond memory I've got left. I needed that right about now."

"I'm not the man you remember."

"Doesn't matter. You've reminded me of something I haven't seen in years."

"And what's that?"

"Kindness."

2077

The doorbell rang and Cooper opened it to find Irene looking remarkably understated compared to her shows, but she still had that aire of grace that she always carried with her no matter where she was.

"Come on in." He smiled, stepping aside for her.

"I can't thank you enough for letting me stay, I know its a lot of ask of someone you just met."

"It's the least I can do."

He closed the door and took her suitcase for her.

Janey appeared with Roosevelt, having been playing in the backyard and Cooper gestured to her.

"Irene, this is my daughter Janey. Janey this is Irene, the friend from work I was telling you about."

"Irene Taylor!?" She said, her eyes sparkling. "I've seen you on TV! Your voice is sooo beautiful! You definitely should have won the award on last month's show."

Irene and Cooper both laughed.

"Looks like you have a fan."

"That's very kind of you." Irene smiled sweetly.

"Janey, why don't you watch some cartoons while I show Irene to her room?"

"Ok." She beamed and sat down with Roosevelt in front of the TV.

Irene followed Cooper to the back of the house where the guest room was and looked at all the family photos as they walked through. Wedding photos, Janey's baby photos, a puppy photo of Roosevelt. When they finally reached the room she felt even more uncomfortable.

"This is you." He said, placing her suitcase on the bed.

"I'm so sorry to put you in this position Mr. Howard, I do appreciate it very much. I didn't know who else to come to."

"Don't worry about it." He smiled warmly. "I'm just glad you decided to leave."

"So am I. You made me realise the cause wasn't worth the abuse, no matter how much I told myself it was. Lee won't be happy but it'll be worth it in the end."

"I'm sure it will."

She smiled softly at him. "I'll let you get back to your daughter. You'll barely know I'm here."

"Nonsense," he said. "You're joining us for dinner, plus I'm sure Janey would love to spend some time with you."

She got choked up a bit at that. Everything she had done since getting into show business had been for other people, someone doing something like this for her was something special.

"Thank you Mr. Howard."

"Cooper." He replied.

2296

Irene lay sleeping and Cooper sat wondering what to do with her.

He couldn't spare any resources, and he didn't need stimpaks, so he had none. Could he carry her to Filly and get her to a doctor? Sure, but that was in the opposite direction of where he was headed, where they were both headed.

It would be more humane to shoot her now to save her the pain, but he couldn't bring himself to do it and it angered him.

"Fuck." He said, getting to his feet and picking up his gun, walking out of the cave in search of supplies.

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sarahowritesostucky · 4 months

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📖"Temporary Custody"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 3658

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.

Trigger warnings: This story contains background themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, self-harm, and alcohol abuse.

Wait! I haven't read an earlier chapter of this fic! Story Masterpost

3. Cream filled Sponge Cakes (with chemicals)

Bucky

They plan out what they’re going to do when they get to the hospital on the car ride over.

“I think it’s best if you wait outside at first,” Bucky says, glancing away from the road for a second to try and gauge Steve’s reaction to this. He looks neutral. “Just because she’s already pissed,” he adds. “And it’ll probably be overwhelming having one person telling her they’re taking custody, let alone two.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. “That makes sense.”

Bucky holds his hand out over the center console, waiting for Steve to take it. He does, and Bucky grips his hand tight. “I’ll get the initial stuff out of the way. I’m sure there’s gonna be a ton of paperwork.”

“What if she refuses?” Steve worries. “She can, right?”

Bucky sighs. “Yeah. I don’t have any legal hold on her. Yet. I’ll just have to try and talk sense into her, get her to see that we’re better than the alternative.”

Steve gives his hand a squeeze back. “You can do it.”

Bucky sighs. “I hope so. I really do.” Inside though, he’s already not so sure.

They get to the hospital about forty-five minutes after Bucky’d hung up from the phone call with the police officer. He spots a cruiser parked outside when they approach the emergency room, and it rankles his nerves to think of Mary being forcibly shoved into the back seat of said car.

He goes to the check in desk with Steve and asks for Officer Santiago. “I got a call about an involuntary hold. My submissive,” he says.

The woman at the desk does a double take at that, looking up and down Bucky where he stands like she’s just realized he’s a different species. “Oh,” she says. “You're one of those?”

Bucky ignores it, but he can sense Steve tensing up by his side, indignant on his behalf. “Yes,” he says. “I am.” He’s not going to waste time getting on his spiel about mental illness and stigmatization. They’ve got bigger problems right now. “I’m going to need her records,” he says, injecting authority into his tone. “And any paperwork for transfer of custody. The cops brought her in. Name’s Mary.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and tries to look self-assured while he waits, because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if the woman demands a last name.

It takes her several minutes to gather everything up for Bucky. She hands it all over to him and says, “That’s the paperwork for custody. The attending physician should be able to provide you with her medical workup.” She points to a set of double doors. “You go down that hallway and to the left. Bed number four.”

Bucky nods and thanks her, then turns to Steve.

“I know,” Steve says, putting on a brave smile. “I’ll wait here.”

“Baby.” Bucky steps close, pulling him into his arms. Steve’s physically just a little bigger than him, and Bucky has always liked the novelty of that. He kisses him gently and then rests their foreheads together for a moment, letting Steve feel their connection. “I love you,” he says quietly. “You’re the best thing I could ever hope for, you know that?”

Steve’s smile is more natural, now. “Yeah I know it.” He gives Bucky another kiss and stands back. “Hey, what about this?” He knocks on Bucky’s shoulder—the metal one. “She know about that?”

Bucky realizes that he’s not wearing his glove, and tries to remember if he’d had it on at the café. He frowns. “Oh well. I don’t think that’s going to be her main focus, not after I explain everything to her.”

“Yeah.” Steve gives him a light push. “I Love you. Now on and get the hard part over with. I’ll be here when you need me.”

Bucky nods. He knows he will. He goes back to the check in desk, one last question on his mind. “Is there a food court or something around here?”

Mary

Mary’s taken a break from saying pissy things to the cop who’s guarding her. She’s been so angry, she’s felt like her skin’s boiling. But now she’s starting to get tired, too. She hadn’t slept last night, just stayed up and gabbed on the phone to that crisis counselor.

She grits her teeth as she fumes about that, feeling betrayed all over again. That bitch had called the cops on her!

“You can tell me anything you want to. I’m here to listen, remember?”

Liar!

“I hope you know I don’t have insurance,” Mary snaps at the officer. He’s sitting in a chair in her little curtained off area. He regards her coolly, saying nothing, and she jerks her head to indicate the emergency room. “And I’m not paying a single red cent for any of this.” So far, they’ve taken her blood, her pulse, an EKG, and sent in nurses, a resident, and several shrinks. They’d tried to put an IV in her but she’d ripped it out as soon as nobody was looking. “I’m suing the hospital,” she adds. “And you. I’m suing the whole police department.”

“Okay,” Santiago says, annoyingly calm.

Mary growls, rattling her hand where it’s cuffed to the bed rail. “This is unconstitutional!”

There’s the sound of a throat clearing, and then the curtain to their area is being pulled aside. Mary’s eyes go wide when she sees who it is. “You?!”

Bucky smiles politely at her. “Me.” He steps into the curtained room, a little snack bag in his hand. He holds it up to show her, and she sees the Hostess logo. It’s a bag of little … sponge cake pastries. “Best I could do on such short notice. They’re for you, if you behave,” he says, talking to her like a pet being offered a treat.

Mary wrinkles her nose. “Pass. D’you even know all the chemicals they put in those things?”

Bucky shrugs and turns to offer them to officer Santiago, who more than happily accepts. Mary pouts as she watches him rip open the bag and stuff one in his mouth.

“How are you doing, Mary?”

She turns her attention to Bucky and scowls at the way he uses her name like he knows her. “Awful,” she says. She jerks her head at Santiago. “Officer Dickwad over here won’t let me have my phone.”

“Language,” Santiago says dispassionately, through a mouthful of cake.

“Shut up and eat your fucking donut, Rent’a’cop.”

Bucky

He puts his foot down once she starts flinging curses and insults at the officer. As a paramedic, Steve is always in and out of emergency rooms, often working in coordination with law enforcement to deal with uncooperative patients. So Bucky knows just how much drama and belligerence these guys have to deal with on the regular.

“Hey,” he says sternly. “Don’t disrespect him. He’s just doing his job.” He’s not mean about it, but it’s verging on what Steve likes to call his “Dom” voice, and Bucky can see how it affects Mary. She freezes up, all of her focus on him. For a few seconds, she even forgets to be angry. Bucky takes the opportunity to step close to the bed. He eyes where she’s cuffed to the rail. “Mary,” he says gently. “I know you don’t want to be here. I know you’re angry.”

“You’re damn right I am,” she growls. “They just showed up and threw me in a cop car! Didn’t even give me a choice!”

Bucky reaches out and places his hand atop her cuffed wrist. It’s his metal hand. Her eyes widen when she sees it, but she doesn’t pull away. “I know,” Bucky says. “And I’m sorry it happened that way. But do you understand why people were concerned for your safety?”

Her face tenses up as she tries to hold back some emotion (something tells Bucky it isn’t anger, this time). “They called the cops,” she pouts. “They lied to me.”

“They did,” Bucky agrees, wanting to placate her. “But you were hurting yourself, honey. And you were talking about doing worse, weren’t you?”

She can’t meet his eyes, instead staring at where he’s holding her wrist. “I … I talked about a lot of things,” she mumbles. “It was just talk. I don't even remember half of it. I didn’t … I wasn’t really gonna do anything.”

“Can you show me where you hurt yourself?” Bucky asks, careful to keep his voice gentle. “I want to see how bad it is.”

Mary shivers, shaking her head sadly. Her hair is loose and hanging messy around her face, so Bucky reaches up to tuck it behind her ear. He hears her give a quiet, shaky inhale. “Come on now,” he coaxes. “Let me see.”

For a long moment, it seems like she won’t obey, but then her shoulders sink down and she takes a deep breath and lets it out, whispering a tiny little. “... kay,” as her hands creep down to take hold of the tee shirt she’s wearing. It’s extra large, going all the way to her knees, and it’s all she’s wearing. Bucky doesn’t know if the police brought her in that way, or if it’s something the hospital gave her to put on after being examined, but either way, he schools his expression as she edges the tee shirt up her leg, higher and higher, until it becomes apparent that she is wearing underwear, and she’s bared her hip to him.

Cutting, then.

Bucky looks her over, not as upset by the fresh cuts so much as the old ones. They litter the skin of her upper thigh and hip—some so old they’re scars, some still in various stages of healing. Bucky forces himself not to touch, even though his brain is screaming at him to fix fix fix! There’s nothing here that can be fixed easily—certainly not with a bandaid. Bucky takes a moment to calm himself down before he asks, “How long have you been doing this, honey?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she whispers. She shoves the tee shirt back down and meets his eyes. “Why are you here?”

Moment of truth, Bucky thinks. “The police called me. They got my number from your phone. They wanted to call your Dom to come get you.”

She frowns, looking confused. “But … you’re not—”

“Officer Santiago,” Bucky says quickly, cutting her off. “Could you give us a moment alone please?”

“Sure.” Santiago gets up and takes his bag of cakes with him. “Just a couple’a minutes,” he warns, then steps outside the curtain and pulls it shut. Bucky can see as his shoes walk away.

“You told them you were my Dom?!” Mary hisses.

Bucky looks at her sternly. “No. They assumed I was. You had me in your phone.”

“I … I did?”

Bucky’s mouth quirks. “Yeah, you did.”

“Well that doesn’t mean anything,” she huffs. “I’m not even submissive.”

“I think you know that’s not true,” Bucky says. He reaches up and gathers her hair back in one fist and pulls—gently, just enough to put the barest of pressure on her scalp—forcing her to raise her chin. She visibly reacts to it, softening into his grip, eyes slipping closed and features going slack. “You like that,” Bucky says, making it a statement rather than a question, because it’s obvious she does.

Her eyes open slowly. “S’nothing. It doesn’t mean anything.”

He releases her hair, cupping the back of her neck instead. He grips her firmly in his hand, and this time she nearly moans, lips parting and the sound coming out before she can fully stifle it. Bucky’s mouth curls and he hums. “And that? Is that ‘nothing’ too?”

“Please.” She’s having a hard time maintaining eye contact, which is typical. There’s a little pinch between her eyebrows that’s so sweet and needy, Bucky wants to kiss it. It makes her look like she might cry, and that thrills him too. “Please,” she whispers. “I just wanna go home.”

“You’re not going home, Honey,” he tells her, keeping the grip on her neck steady and petting at her hair with his other hand. She’s going down a little, likely so easily because of the alcohol in her system, because of how deprived she’s been until now. She whines a little at his words and he shushes her. “They won’t let you. You’re either gonna have to let me take you, or else stay here in the hospital, in the psych ward.”

Mary whimpers. “No.”

“Shhh,” he soothes. “I know. I don’t want that for you either, but you have to make the choice. If you want to leave here, then you have to sign the paperwork that gives me custody of you.” He tilts her chin up. “Look at me now, Honey.” She’s sluggish, so it takes a second, but her eyes come up as she obeys. They’re a little glossy, pupils blown wide, and Bucky gives her neck an encouraging squeeze. “Good girl,” he praises.

She practically melts at hearing that. “Please …” she says again.

Bucky would bet money that she doesn’t know what she’s asking for. He does, though. He knows down to the marrow of his bones what a ‘please’ like that means. “Don’t worry, Doll. I’ll take care of you. I will.” He bends and pecks a kiss to her forehead, then steps away. She makes a weak noise of protest and he shushes her.

“I’m just gonna go get officer Santiago back. … And my husband, Steve.”

She blinks at the word ‘husband’. “Steve?” she repeats, shoulders shrinking as she pulls into herself. “But—”

“It’s okay,” Bucky promises. “He’s a very nice man. You’ll like him.”

Mary looks unsure. Bucky’s glad she’s down, otherwise he’s fairly certain she’d be arguing by now, maybe even pitching a fit and cursing. Instead, what comes out of her mouth is a hesitant little, “... He’s like you?”

“No. No he’s not designated. He’s—”

“Normal.” She says it so sadly, sounds so demoralized. Bucky has to fight the urge to correct her, to give her a speech about how, ‘just because they’re designated, it doesn’t make them abnormal’. He bites his tongue. What’s more important right now is that she’s making progress in accepting the reality that she’s almost certainly submissive.

“Yeah,” he says. “Steve’s not like us. But I wanted him to come in here and meet you. Do you think you can do that for me, Sweetie?” The pet names come naturally, are a part of his dynamic as a Dom, and Bucky can tell that she responds favorably to them. “Hm? Answer me, Mary.”

(And of course, the use of her name gets instant attention and obedience.)

“Okay,” she says. “Yes.”

He smiles and gives her a heartfelt, “Good girl,” wanting to show her that he’s pleased, that she’s doing well. “I’m gonna go get him, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Steve

Steve is equal parts excited and nervous to meet the woman Bucky has found, the woman they’re going to be taking care of. … Maybe more, if things work out.

He holds Bucky’s hand as he’s led back to where the emergency room beds are. Bucky draws back the curtain and Steve sees the cop sitting there, looking bored, … and her.

“Oh,” he breathes. “Hey.”

She’s pretty—which is saying a lot, because that’s Steve’s first thought, despite the state of her. She’s got goo gobs of dark eye makeup that it looks like she put on once she was already drunk, and by now it’s been smeared to kingdom come by tears and her own hands. Her hair sits messy and unbrushed around her shoulders, and her eyes are glazed and tired from a high that’s probably going to wear off soon and leave her looking even more exhausted than she already does.

“Hey,” Steve says, eyes flicking up and down her body where she’s sitting on the bed. She’s wearing nothing but a big tee shirt, and Steve allows himself one glance down at her shapely legs, then resolutely keeps his eyes trained upwards. She’s a disheveled mess, but even like that, Steve can see how she drew Bucky’s attention, that day in the café.

“Hi,” Mary says.

Steve smiles hopefully. By his side, Bucky squeezes his hand in encouragement, and offers, “Mary, this is Steve, my husband.”

Steve watches her face, curious to know what she thinks of Bucky being married. He’s expecting displeasure maybe, imagining that a submissive would feel jealous or upset, if their prospective Dom was already attached to someone else.

But she seems to stay calm, sitting there and taking Steve in with slow blinks, even looking a little bit shy herself. “... You’re big,” she eventually says. “I thought you’d be smaller than him.”

Steve grins and he hears Bucky’s scoffed, “Size has nothing to do with our dynamic.”

Steve knows he’s got half an inch on Bucky, more muscle mass too, but he’s never felt bigger than his husband. Bucky’s personality, his dominance, is larger than Steve.

Mary’s still staring at him, a thoughtful little pinch between her eyebrows. Steve waits in expectation of a question, but none comes. “What?” he asks. He pulls up the room’s extra plastic chair and sits close to the bed, offering her his hand. He’s surprised when she takes it. Steve stares thoughtfully at his hand as she drags her fingers over his fingers, his palm, still not saying anything. He looks over at Bucky, concerned. “Did they give her drugs?”

Thankfully, Bucky chuckles and shakes his head. “She’s down,” he explains.

Oh. Okay. That’d explain her calm affect. Steve had come in here halfway expecting a screaming hellcat. He hadn’t expected this. He turns back to Mary, giving her a friendly look. “Did you have questions you wanted to ask me?”

She bites her lip, clearly working something out in her head. “Bucky said you two have a ‘dynamic’.”

“He did.”

“But he said you’re normal.”

Steve’s lips thin once he figures out what she means. “We’re all normal,” he scolds. “But no, I don’t have ‘Dominant or Submissive Personality Disorder’, if that’s what you mean.” He puts sarcastic quotes around words to clearly convey his distaste for the classification. He wants her to know how ridiculous he finds it.

“Babe,” Bucky warns quietly from behind. “We’re not getting political right now, okay? Just focus on her, on what we have to do.”

“Right, sorry.” He knows that Bucky’s right, so he tries again, telling Mary, “I’m ‘normal’, but Bucky and I still have a very intimate relationship together. We’re husbands. So yeah, we’ve developed our own dynamic. When I’m with him I tend to follow his lead, so to speak.” He smiles and shrugs. “It works for us.”

Mary looks like she’s thinking this new information over. There’s a slowness to her, a dreaminess in her expressions and her reactions.Steve figures it’s a combination of her being down, and not being sober. In fact, he can smell the vodka leaking out of her pores. It’s actually pretty horrible. “So does that make sense?” he prods her gently. “Mary?”

“… Yeah, I think so.” She eyes him up and down, looking back and forth between him and Bucky. “What will you do?” she asks Steve. She blushes a little from asking the question, so he deduces that she’s asking what he’ll do with her; what their dynamic together will be, outside of her and Bucky.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says, because that’s all he knows for sure, and he wants her to feel safe. Steve knows that it’s absolutely crucial for this woman to feel safe right now, if they’re going to take her home with them. “Bucky and I both will.” He holds her hand—the one that isn’t cuffed to the bed—enveloping it between his. “It’ll be much better than staying here,” he promises. “You’ll be so safe. And much happier.”

Mary’s body draws in, seems to actually get smaller as she pulls back into herself. “I’m never happy,” she says mournfully. It hurts Steve’s heart to see it, so he knows it must be killing Bucky, given his overly protective instincts. Steve glances over at him. “Babe?”

Bucky has a clipboard full of papers, which Steve knows must be the custody orders. “Here, Honey,” he tells Mary, handing her the clipboard and the pen. “This is what you have to sign to be able to come home with us.”

It kind of bothers Steve that Bucky doesn’t encourage her to read through the documents more thoroughly, but he doesn’t say anything because he knows they have only the best intentions for her. She’ll be safe with them. He watches as she signs her signature in the places Bucky points out, trying to scan some of the fine print as she goes. Anxiety is written across her face and she starts to bite at the chapped skin on her bottom lip. “But, um … what if I’m not what you think?” she worried, not looking at either of them.

Bucky pets her hair and reassures her. “You are, sweetheart. Trust me. And we’re gonna take you to a therapist anyway, to get an official diagnosis.”

Normally Steve would be scoffing at the word “diagnosis,” but he’s too busy watching the two of them together. There’s a strange feeling in his gut, at seeing his husband touch Mary like that, at hearing him call her pet names and calmly take control of her. Steve’s never seen Bucky dom another person before, and he … he kind of doesn’t hate it. In fact, it’s actually making him feel all the more attracted to Bucky, and curious about Mary. Like he wants to help, wants to get to know her.

She signs the rest of the documents without making a fuss, so Steve figures he’ll be getting that chance.

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A Long Night

Blue Jones X f!Reader

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Summary

Head Orderly, Blue Jones, comes into your room with a new medication that you don't recall being prescribed by your psychiatrist.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, sex pollen, dubious consent, patient/orderly sex, power imbalance, orderly Blue, asylum Blue, reader is asylum patient, unrealistic amounts of cum, no refractory period, cum smearing, messy sex, p in v creampie, coming in pants, porn with a little plot, rough sex, spit kink

Word Count: 2.9k

Head Orderly Blue Jones was in your room right as you were waking up. You noticed how he closed the door and locked it behind himself, pulling the privacy cover over the little window you used to look out into the hall of the asylum sometimes. This was unusual, and immediately you felt that nagging in the back of your mind that you should be looking for an escape. You’d been so well behaved since you arrived; there was no reason for him to be in your room.

Your gaze fell to his hand, noticing that he had an inhaler he’d brought with him. He approached your bed slowly, looking at you with a smug grin, which to you meant he was up to something horrible. Blue was known for his lewd practices within the asylum. He looked down at you as you climbed off the bed and stood in front of him, trying your best to appear unafraid.

“Good morning.” He looked over the inhaler before turning his gaze back to you, “it’s time for your medication babygirl. There’s this new one the doctors want you to take.”

“My psychiatrist didn’t say anything about that,” you protested, “I’m not taking it.”

Blue pressed his lips together tightly and then licked them, narrowing his eyes on you in a threatening way. You knew that look, and knew that nothing good could come after it. He tilted his head to the side and huffed out an irritated sigh. You gulped harshly, feeling the fear pool in your gut like a heavy weight. He wasn’t above psychological and physical torture to make girls behave, and you knew that. Regardless, you had no idea what the contents of that inhaler would do to you, and you were determined to keep it that way.

“I do so much for you. I know you know that.” His tone was soft and yet still laced in a horrific darkness. “Why are you going to start acting up now? Huh?”

He licked his lips again, face getting so, so close to yours. His voice was rising, along with his very obvious aggravation at your disobedience. Blue didn’t like any sort of defiance, and you weren’t giving him what he wanted. You kept your eyes on him, despite your mind telling you to look away. You were afraid that if you lost sight of him for even a second, he would strike.

“Come here.” He said roughly, reaching out and grabbing your jaw in his strong hand.

One of your hands reached up to grab his wrist as he brought the inhaler toward your face, and your other hand desperately latched over his enclosed fist. You struggled against his strong grip, grunting while trying to pry his fingers open. You knew that whatever was inside the canister could spell your death. You had to find a way to overcome his strength.

“Come on!” He yelled, “you’re going to take this whether you want to or not so-”

You got the upper hand, kneeing his inner thigh, and managing to steal the inhaler from his hand. You were squeezing so hard over the apparatus that you activated the canister in his face by mistake. A dark crimson cloud puffed out of the inhaler and you watched Blue breathe it in entirely.

The room became deafeningly silent. He let go of you, and you dropped the inhaler on the floor with a loud clunk. He glared at you for a moment, clearly trying to process what had just happened. You had no idea what you just did, but understood that this couldn’t end well for you. Either you’d just killed him, which meant you were going to get lobotomized or outright executed, or you did something that was going to hurt him and he was going to make you pay for it later. You covered your mouth nervously, eyes widened in terror.

Blue pursed his lips at you, agitation etched in every part of his face. He was still alive, and he didn’t seem to be in any pain. You felt a little relief. He shook his head slowly, sniffing while he brushed the backside of his hand under his nostrils. His gaze stayed on you, like a predator looking at its prey. His eyes trekked over your torso and to the floor before shooting back up at you. You gasped involuntarily and stepped back.

“You really think you did something there don’t you babygirl?” His tone was taunting. You really fucked up.

“W-what was in that?” You asked anxiously, failing to keep your voice from trembling.

You watched Blue’s cheeks started turning a shade of dusty pink while he removed his jacket.

“Fuckin’ hot in here isn’t it?” He tossed his jacket onto the floor, leaving him in only his white tee.

“It’s-it’s not that hot.” Your voice sounded vacant while you stared in awe.

He licked his lips hungrily while he looked at you. You watched his pupils dilate, making his eyes appear black. Blue paced slowly, airing his shirt out and keeping his eyes trained only on you. You started to back up toward the wall. If only he hadn’t been occupying the space between you and the only door out of there, you might’ve been able to make a break for it. He followed you while you continued backward, trying desperately not to trip over yourself.

He lowered his gaze, looking up at you from beneath his lashes.

“I need to fuck you, gonna fill you with everything I have,” he spoke in a low growl. His wide shoulders were heaving with each breath, “come here.”

His words hung in the air and forced a panicked breath to escape your lips. You were getting closer to the corner of the room, and once he had you there you knew you were done. You saw him reach a hand down to grab around the hard bulge in his pants. He dragged his palm over his erection while he drew nearer to you. Blue moaned at his own touch.

You shook your head, “no, Blue, please.”

Whatever was in that inhaler was clearly making him aroused, more aroused than he could handle. You remembered suddenly that it was originally intended for you. You knew he’d slept with some of the other girls in the facility; a lot of them had talked about it. It would be a lie to say you hadn’t thought about it yourself, and the idea of him taking you was exciting. They all talked about how fucking good he felt and how big he was. Judging by the shadow in his pants, they weren’t lying. This wasn’t how you wanted it though. In his current state, Blue was going to cause you real harm, you could see it in his eyes.

“Stop walking away from me and come here,” he said between gritted teeth, pointing his index finger at the ground.

“No.”

You darted to his left, thinking foolishly that you might be able to get to the door in time, but he grabbed you, pulling you back against his chest. You shouted and wriggled desperately while he brought you to the floor, managing to pin your flailing hands above your head with only one of his. His fingers were scalding hot against your wrists.

He buried his face in your neck while he talked to you in a low growl.

"I know you've been talking to the other girls about how bad you want me, now's your chance babygirl so just shut up and take it." His free hand was grabbing the waist of your pants and fighting to pull them down.

You noticed that he was eagerly grinding his hips against you, sliding his clothed erection against your inner thigh. You couldn’t move, he was pressed too tightly against your body and when you tried to yell he picked his head up and slotted his lips on yours to silence you. Blue stole your protests until they turned into moans, continuing to thrust himself over you. His kissing was sloppy and drool started coating your chin. He was nearly vibrating, as if his entire body was surging with electricity.

“When I get into those fucking pants, gonna fuck you wide open. You’re not even gonna remember your name when I’m done with you.”

Blue let out a strangled sound as his body shook violently. His mouth was open on the side of your face, spit rolling down your cheek as his hot breath punched out of his lungs and onto your skin. You felt the wet spot that formed between your legs where he’d been prodding against you. He came in his fucking pants. Blue Jones was so worked up that he came in his goddamn pants.

“All that for you to just…” you sniffed out a laugh, feeling foolish for panicking so hard.

Relief washed over you. You’d been truly afraid that Blue was going to hurt you. When he’d said he was going to fuck you wide open, you thought he might actually deliver on that promise. You tried to push him off of you, but he was still holding onto you tight. His eyes turned up and met yours, gaze still hooded in lust.

“Stay still,” he ordered, letting go of your wrists, “I need more.”

He started tugging at your pants again, but you took that opportunity to slide back and foolishly try to run again, another big mistake. Blue got up quickly and grabbed you by the back of your shirt. He was strong, made even stronger by the mystery medication he’d inhaled, and dragged you back to your bed despite your protests. He pushed you down face first into the mattress and closed in behind you.

“I told you to stay still,” he repeated in a low growl, “I’m not done playing with you yet.”

He pulled your pants down quickly. You felt him fumbling while he rushed to do the same for himself. He didn’t even have a chance to slide them off before he was pressing the thick head of his cock to your entrance. You had a feeling that you weren’t going to be able to get away, even if you did manage to get him off of you and make it to the door. Surely it was locked, and the key was in his long discarded jacket on the floor. You were trapped there.

He plunged himself deep into your wet heat and started fucking into you ravenously. His hands were painfully grabbing onto your waist, leaving divots in their wake. You held onto your bedding tight, balling it up in your fists. When he said he was going to fuck you wide open he meant it. You’d never felt anyone so big or so…good. Despite your initial fears, he was hitting all the right spots and sending you into a dumb-fucked state that you couldn’t shake.

“Feels so good babygirl-fuck,” he rasped from behind you, snapping his hips against your rear, “hope you’re ready for a long night. This would’ve been a lot better for you if you’d just taken your medicine like you were supposed to.”

You couldn’t speak, you could only make unintelligible noises while you drooled into the mattress. Blue was enjoying this all too much, you could tell by the way his hands trekked over your skin. You felt him lean forward, pushing you down further, nearly flattening you. His lips touched your spine through your shirt.

“Take this off,” he didn’t stop grinding into you while he pulled your shirt up to your neck, “take it off.”

You reached up, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it on the floor. He leaned over and wrapped his arms around you, his hot skin burning you to your core.

“You’ve got the tightest little pussy babygirl-fuck-I’m just gonna fill you up over and over okay? Just gonna-oh-fahh.”

He was coming again, and this time you were too, the way the head of his cock dragged over that spot deep inside of you was maddening. He was twitching wildly into you, cum squirting over the sides and down your thighs in a hot dripping mess. Blue kept fucking through it, never slowing his pace even though you started yelling for him to stop. You were feeling oversensitive and you needed to catch your breath.

But he wouldn’t stop.

He pulled out just long enough to turn you around, grab your sides and shove you back onto the bed. He climbed over you, smiling and licking his lips while he positioned himself between your cum-sticky legs. He hurriedly took off his pants now, murmuring something about how they were in his way.

“So pretty, all fucked out, my pretty babygirl.” He dove into the hollow of your neck hungrily, “n-need more.”

“M-more? I can’t take-oh fuck.”

He was inside of you again, slamming his hips at an unforgiving pace that left you grabbing onto the sides of the bed for stability. You were oversensitive, and you felt tears streaming down your cheeks. He ripped his shirt off without slowing his thrusts. Blue fell forward, pressing his sweaty chest flush against yours. You could feel his heat burning against your breasts.

“I can’t stop, don’t you understand? I can’t stop until you’re full. Gotta make sure you’re good and full. All mine. You’re mine, okay?”

His breath was shaking and ragged as he crashed his mouth into yours with a force that made a muffled scream escape your lungs. You felt his tongue glide over the seam of your lips. He wasn’t asking nicely for you to open yourself up to him, he was demanding. You complied, what else could you do? He was flattened against you, trapping you in place.

He kissed you like a man starved. You could hardly breathe with how heavily he was panting into your mouth. You turned your head, gasping for air desperately. His hand flew up and grabbed your throat. His nearly black eyes darted between yours.

“Open your fucking mouth,” his voice was like gravel in your ear.

You obeyed, knowing your options were limited, dropping your jaw down as far as you could. He squeezed around your windpipe with his strong hand, choking your airway while he dropped a glob of spit down over your tongue. You arched your chest up, panicking when you couldn’t take in a full breath. He finally loosened his fingers and you gulped in what little air you could before he started kissing you again.

He shuddered a moan into your mouth, tongue finally softening, melting into yours repeatedly. You felt his cock hardening with his third orgasm. He whined this time when he came, and you tasted his salty tears as they fell down his face, sliding over your tongues.

“Just feels so good, feels so good baby,” he kissed you again, lips smacking noisily, “your little pussy is squeezing me so tight, oh you’re just loving this aren’t you?”

You were. It had taken you a moment to get over the initial shock of him taking you so suddenly, but you had to admit that it felt mind-numbingly delicious to have him fucking you so hard, and wanting you so desperately. You felt your own climax hit again like a wave crashing over your body and making you go limp. Your mind went white while he dragged his thick shaft on that sweet spot repeatedly. He was still so fucking hard, and showing no signs of stopping. You tried to push him off of you now, the oversensitivity making you feel like you were going to go into cardiac arrest any second.

“Please, please it’s too much it’s-ah!”

He pulled out of you, and you felt his hot cum gush out of your cunt.

“Just making room, not enough room,” he was panting like a dog, cupping his hand under your hole.

You watched in awe as he brought a huge handful of the white, sticky substance up and held it over your torso. You were in awe watching it drip between his fingers. He slapped it onto your abdomen before thrusting himself inside of you once more. His eyes were half hooded when he looked at you again. You bit your bottom lip against the ache, trying not to cry out and alert the entire asylum.

He pressed his chest to yours again. The slick of his cum was sliding your bellies against each other with each forward snap of his hips. Blue’s face was buried again in the crook of your neck, kissing and whimpering while he fucked harder.

“It’s too much!” You cried, trying to push him off of you.

“Shut the fuck up.” He said harshly against your ear, “you’re done when I say so, and you’re not done until I’ve emptied every last drop I have into you, got it?”

You gasped when he nipped your earlobe.

“Y-yes Blue.”

“Good girl.”

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fic rec friday 11

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday (i know it's tuesday that's my bad 💀). every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

and if you're warm, then you can't relate to me by remrose

They get stuck outside from a 3AM fire alarm. “I call it the ten-pound-quilt.” Will winked like it was a secret, coming to a stop in front of Nico. “I lent it to one of my siblings once and he said it was like being suffocated by a wet cement pancake. I love it."

will 'problem causer and embarrassed about it' solace so so real. this fic is also stellar bc nico is lowkey aware how much will likes him. that is how the dynamic should be i think.

2. Those walls I built didn't even put up a fight by @sazandorable

"Is it morally okay to stab a medic with their own scissors?" Nico asked Cecil. (Not that he usually cared about morally okay, as Octavian might demonstrate.) Nico's three days in the infirmary go by faster than he'd thought, and Will just won't stop flirting.

bruh this fic made me LAUGH. it wholly deserves the nearly quarter million hits it has jfc. i 100% clicked for the 'jason is a very embarrassing and very supportive ally' tag and it TOTALLY lived up and it was hilarious. he is. will's characterization was SO SO good and the whole fic just had me giggling!!

3. this is my kingdom come by remrose

Five times Nico and Will pretended they were dating. College AU.

the slow and unnoticeable slide from fake dating to real dating. fucking kills me every time. like oh yeah maybe i do love you. maybe you are everything to me. maybe i do want to spend the rest of my life with you. maybe loving you is this easy. GOD. god. insert seinfield gif her bc it fucking gets to me alright. it gets to me.

4. Days Gone By by @ghostystarr

Everyone was afraid of him, the boy who could talk to ghosts. Will just really wanted to know if his goldfish was haunting him every time he used the bathroom. AU Solangelo.

i am a sucker for childhood friends to lovers alright. and modern au with medium nico is art. so what if it is on the nose. it is amusing. and posting this ghosty ass fic on halloween the year solangelo came out is fucking camp idc this author ate up.

5. Patience and Patients by skyrat

Will Solace didn't mean to get a crush on the most exasperating demigod he'd ever met. But once he started watching Nico di Angelo he couldn't turn away. The lines between intentions and feelings got blurred. But how do you tell if the guy you like feels the same way when he's never around?

will having a crush on nico for a thousand years is literally my favourite trope like i love him actually. his pining ass will never get old! it will never get old. i will never get tired of reading it. also this is unrelated but i read this for the first time the day it was posting, which was the Day after i turned twelve lol time truly flies.

thank you for joining me this saturday tuesday sh don't worry about the actual date friday!! happy reading!!

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gunna have a video of me feeding my feedee up on my onlyfans soon. i’m thinking about starting it back up while i take a break from college because it was kind of empowering to get to own my kink in such a way. I also enjoy sharing that side of myself with all of you. subscription price will be between $8-$10/mo since my feedee is going to be collaborating with me on certain pieces of content. i will maybe begin gaining again once i get my health back in check, we’ll see. i want my muscle mommy build back, and to get that back i’ll have to pack on some weight. so we’ll see what happens with that. ;)

in the meantime and between-time, stay safe. especially on the internet. all of my old rules still apply for messaging me, but i will gradually get back to making regular content and posts. now that i am taking a break from school, i’m working more, but I also have free time on my hands when i’m not working. it feels really nice to get back into the swing of things. I’ve missed you all and I’ve missed the positive aspects of this community.

going forward, i’m just going to block people who talk shit to me or delete their comments (unless it’s of actual importance to discuss). i’m just done engaging with that shit. idk, i’m on new medication that seem to be actually working and i feel stable, so i feel ready to re-embrace this community with open arms.

a special thank you to everyone who continued engaging with me and communicating with me during my break. i appreciate all of your kind words more than you know, and if i didn’t respond to you it was because i didn’t want the answer to “hey how are you?” to be “i’m miserable. how are you?”. but I saw all of you - each and every message, comment, text, etc. - and i just want to say thank you. the people who still proceeded to message me with positivity are the reason I have decided I want to come back.

With all that being said, I hope you will all accept me back. I understand that some of you were upset that I left and didn’t understand my reasonings, but I hope we can reconcile our differences and i can gain your trust again. I’m not the angry person that I became when responding to hate messages, and that also influenced my time away. I could see that my demeanor on this hellsite was changing and I was getting more upset, angry and, honestly, afraid of going on here (let alone posting myself on here). However, that has changed. I’ve been working on being more optimistic and caring less about the negative opinions of others. Frankly, if someone doesn’t like me or my content they should just be an adult about it and either reach out to discuss that or ignore me. If they can’t do that, I believe they are childish and need to get a grip. There are some key things I’ve learned in life that I want to share with people who are as I described above:

- your comfort is not someone else’s responsibility. if it makes you uncomfortable, then don’t engage. It’s as simple as that.

- no one has to cater to your interests. everyone lives on their own agenda. your wants and desires do not take priority over the wants and desires of others. sure, there are some people who will cater to your every wish, but i’m definitely not one of them.

- similarly to above, your desires do not take priority over someone’s health. that includes both mental health and physical health. (death feedism is a thing if you are interested in someone wanting to gain while not caring about their health. this is not a death feedism page and i suggest you go search in the tags for that if it is what you are looking for. I do not want to kill my feedee, nor do I want him or I to gain enough weight to become immobile or at risk in any way. As hot as the idea is to me at times, we are both too active and work in active careers for that to be a realistic possibility for us. maybe someday i’ll get a stay at home job and get really big, or maybe someday he will. only time can tell. sorry for the length, i’m high. i’ll stfu now.

- people don’t care. no stranger online owes it to you to care that you don’t like their body, or that you don’t like this or that. it doesn’t matter because that person does not know you. there’s no point in wasting time caring about your negative comment unless it’s actually useful and constructive commentary.

So anyways, i’m back in business again. gonna post some FA art soon + start uploading to my OF again. I thank any of you who read this far and again I hope you can accept me back into the community.

Thanks,

Nico

#female feeder #ffa #nico speaks #i’ve wanted to say this for a while now #and i’m high enough to not fking care anymore #i’m back babey!!1!1!1!!1!1!!!!!1!1!1!!!!

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vodika-vibes · 4 months

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Hi! Congrats and super excited for your follower event! Can I ask for red carnation & jonquil with Alpha-17! Can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Affection Returned

Summary: You're a doctor who was assigned to Kamino at the beginning of the war, and you remained on Kamino because of Alpha-17.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader

Word Count: 1012

Warnings: none

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I'm not sure this one is good. I had a hard time making jonquil fit for Alpha, but I did my best. I hope you like it!

“What happened this time?” You ask, setting your hands on your hips as you look up at Alpha-17, who’s sitting on one of your medical beds.

“One of the cadets got a little enthusiastic,” Alpha explains as he shows you the burn on his arm, “Jet pack training.”

You sigh and cross the room over to him, “Honestly, Captain. At this point I’m beginning to think you’re getting hurt intentionally.”

“Would that be so bad?” Alpha asks with a sly smile.

“If you want to come and talk to me, you don’t have to be hurt.” You counter with a roll of your eyes as you twist his arm slightly so that you’re able to look at the burn properly, “It’s not too bad, really. Just some bacta-” You release his arm and cross the room to grab some bacta.

You’ve been a medic on Kamino for several years now, since the war began two and a half years ago. And honestly, you’re surprised that you’ve lasted as long as you have. After all, you were hired by the Jedi to come to Kamino to treat the men here.

You and about two dozen other doctors from Doctors Without Borders.

Sometimes you wonder about how the Kaminoans feel about that, especially since the whole medical facility, including the cloning facility, are now solely under the management of Doctors Without Borders.

Honestly, this isn’t the best place for your career. But if you were worried about your career you would have put in for a transfer to a warship.

But, well, Alpha-17 is here. And you’ve been in love with him for well over a year now.

You grab the jar of bacta gel and then return to his side, “Is this your only injury, or are you hiding another injury from me so that you can come back later?” You ask as you set the jar on a small table, and gently turn his arm so you’re able to see the burn again.

Alpha’s gaze is heavy against you, “You want me to strip so you can give me a full physical?”

You shoot him a look, “At this point, I’m beginning to think that I should. Maybe it will make you be more careful if you have to spend an hour here every time you get hurt.”

“That’s not going to work like you think it will,” Alpha drawls with a small smirk. “A whole hour of nothing but your attention? And with you touching me? That’s the stuff dreams are made of, cyar’ika.”

You huff, “Maybe I’ll transfer you to another doctor then, Captain.”

“Aww, don’t be like that. Everyone knows that you’re the only Doc I listen to.”

You sigh and shake your head, “My coworkers are just as capable as I am. So why am I the only one you listen to?”

“The other ones are afraid of me,” Alpha replies, “I’m intimidating. Didn’t you know?”

You sigh, “You’re hardly the boogeyman, Captain.” You gently apply the gel to his arm, and then wrap it with clean bandages, “You can remove the bandages tonight.”

“Hm,” Alpha absently rubs the bandages, “How long have we worked together, Doc?”

You stare at him for a moment, “I was sent here about two years ago.” You reply as you lift your datapad to start filling out his chart, “Why do you ask?”

“And in two years, you’ve never once called me by my name.” Alpha says mildly.

You pause, “You earned your rank, Captain. Just like I earned my title.”

“Do you know my name?”

You sigh, “Of course I do.”

“Then use it.”

You hesitate for a half-second. Not using his name was a way to keep some distance between yourself and him. The last thing you want is for him to be uncomfortable because of your emotions. “Alpha,” You finally say, and even to your own ears his name has a soft, warm, quality that is, frankly, humiliating.

Alpha looks startled for a moment, and then a slow smirk crosses his face, “Well then,”

Your face heats, “I-” You’re cut off when his fingers, warm and calloused, brush against your cheek, “...Alpha?”

“I never considered-” He trails off for a moment, and watches you thoughtfully, “The majority of the doctors who came here at the beginning of the war moved on after six months, why didn’t you?” He asks.

“I…I thought I could do the most good here.” You offer hesitantly.

Alpha’s fingers ghost across your lips, “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not. I can do the most good here, but-” your gaze darts around nervously, and then you steel your nerves and you look at him, “But it’s not the only reason I stayed.”

“Tell me.”

“I stayed for you…because of you. Because I’ve been in love with you for an embarrassing amount of time. And…and I’d give anything for you to return my affections. But-”

“But-?”

“But I know you probably don’t and that’s fine. It’s not going to change anything-”

“You’re just going to assume that I won’t return your affection?” Alpha asks.

You blink at him, “What?”

“Cyar’ika,” He speaks slowly, as though he’s gathering his thoughts, “Why do you think I’m here all of the time?”

“Because you like my company?” You offer.

“Yes, but that’s not the only reason.” Alpha says with a soft laugh. “Let’s just say that I return your affection.”

You blink at him, twice, “You do?”

“Is that so surprising?”

“Um…a little bit.” You admit with a sheepish smile.

Alpha regards you thoughtfully for a moment, and then he tugs you in and crashes his lips against yours. You release a startled squeak at first, your hands pressed against his chest for balance, and then you sigh softly, and relax into his affection.

“Does that prove my point?” He asks softly, his lips hovering just over yours.

“Yeah,” You whisper up to him, a dreamlike quality to your voice.

Alpha chuckles and then his lips are against yours again, as he tugs you closer and threads his fingers through your hair.

#star wars #tcw #vodika-vibes follower celebration #alpha-17 x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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testingthewatersss · 5 months

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I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture, etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 8 2560 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

“That went great” Y/N says instantly, "Well done, Buck"

The praise washes over him like water, soothing the frayed edges of his soul like a balm.

He relishes in the soft swell of affection for a moment, nuzzling down into her embrace until he feels like he might be able to speak without his voice cracking;

“‘days not over yet, doll” he murmurs eventually, “’s only the afternoon— still plenty of time for me to ruin’ it”

“Don’t be ridiculous” she counters, “You’re here, with me— there’s no way you could ruin anything.”

He scoffs, holding onto her a little bit tighter.

Y/N can feel the way he’s clinging onto her waist with both of his hands, clutching onto her t-shirt like a child who’s afraid of being abandoned.

Her heart is aching, behind her ribs. He’s clearly trying to catch up with the reality of everything that’s just transpired, and she doesn’t really know if she can do anything to help.

Holding him seems to be doing something, at least.

So, she decides to just keep doing that, stroking circles across the back of his ribs.

“I can’t believe he went to the deli dressed like that” she murmurs, “I bet it makes the news.”

He smiles a little at that, small and hidden against her shoulder.

“He… he wasn’t wearin’ his dog tag”

That hurts.

It hurts more than she’d have expected it too.

“I asked him where it was” she tells him, “He says he lost it, y’know? In the ice”

That sounds reasonable, he’d been prepared for a similar answer, but, she doesn’t sound sure. There’s something about her tone, that makes him furrow his brow;

“You don’t think he did?”

“I might be wrong” she sighs, “but, I could’ve sworn I saw it in one of Peg’s old boxes”

It’s why I recognised yours so quickly, she thinks.

“If… If it was in Peggy’s stuff, maybe he did lose it, but she, she found it?”

“Maybe” Y/N agrees, “Or maybe I never saw it at all”

‘Excuse me, boss’ FRIDAY inserts politely, ‘But Bucky is right, I can confirm that when Captain Rodgers was first brought to SHEILD headquarters he was booked in, and his dog tag was noted along with his compass and original suit in the documentation regarding his personal belongings.’

That catches her attention, she tilts her head and hums,

“Was… was he awake when you brought him here?”

‘No’ FRIDAY replies, ‘He remained frozen until our medical officers felt confident in their ability to bring him round without complication’

“But he had it on him when he arrived?” Y/N cuts in, wanting to clarify, “Do you have any record about where it went?”

‘Yes, boss.’ the AI agrees, ‘And whilst there is no official mention of the article after that initial reference, I can use the archived security footage to speculate that Agent Carter may have retrieved it from him during one of her regular visits.’

Oh—

“Well there we go…” Y/N murmurs, stroking Bucky’s back again, “…mystery solved.”

“She…” Bucky says, clearing his throat, “… Y’think she took it?”

“Probably” she sighs, “she loved him, it’s not a stretch to think she’d want to try and keep a piece of him close, ‘specially… ‘specially when she realised that he probably wouldn’t be wakin’ up any time soon.”

Bucky thinks that’s awfully sad.

Sometimes he forgets how unfair fate was to Steve. He forgets that it wasn’t just him who lost everything in ice.

“I think we should get it back to him, don’t you?”

Y/N’s voice makes his head lift up, away from the crook of neck.

He’s starring at her, trying to read wether or not she’s being serious.

“You… you think we can?”

“Of course we can” she chuckles, stroking his cheek, “Baby, if Peggy kept it then it’s here— After she died a lot of her stuff was archived, y’know, for security— Tony and Sharon agreed that the tower was the best place for her personal belongings, since it’s real easy to protect, and, if I saw it before got scooped up, then I’d wager it’s still exactly where it was back then.”

“So” he murmurs, “We… We really could get it for him?”

“Sure” she says, “We can go grab it ourselves, or I can ask Tony or Nat to go and find it?”

His face shifts into something terribly conflicted. For a moment, she thinks that he might speak, but instead, he just ducks his head back down into her shoulder, burying his face against her like hiding might erase the burn of shame he’s experiencing because he just can’t volunteer himself to go and retrieve it himself.

It doesn’t.

Her arms wrapping back around across his body helps though.

So does the way she presses her lips against the top of his head, hushing him before she says,

“FRIDAY, can you message Natasha discretely for me? Do it in Russian so she knows it’s private— ask her to go down to the archives and use my override to get into the safe in room 12, tell her that I think the tag is somewhere between boxes 1-8 under one of Peg’s old dresses. When she’s got it, ask her to bring it up here, don’t let Rodgers see.”

‘Yes, boss’

“I- I’m sorry” she hears Bucky whisper, voice melting against her throat, “I just can’t-“

“It’s okay” she soothes, “Baby, it’s fine, Nat loves snoopin’ around down there, she’ll get it for us, and then you can double check, make sure it’s right before you give it to him.”

“Before-“ he gulps, “before I give it to him?”

“well, yeah” she says, smiling, “Sweetheart, unless you don’t want too?”

“I- I do” he blurts out urgently, “I-I just, thought maybe you-”

“No, baby” she murmurs, “I think it’ll mean more if it’s you.”

‘Ms Romanoff is on her way to the archives now, Boss— she asked me pass on a message to Bucky on her behalf’

“Oh?” Y/N scoffs, pressing another kiss against his head, “What message would that be?”

‘Dobro pozhalovat' domoy, serzhant’

Welcome Home, Sergeant.

That makes a smile bloom across her face.

The recorded greeting being laced with a genuine tone of kindness is enough to make her affection towards her old friend swell in her chest.

“She… Is, is that her voice?”

‘Yes, Bucky- I can relay messages to anybody you like.’

“Could you reply for me? could… could you tell her ‘Thank you, and I- I’m sorry, for— for fightin’ you, and for- for shootin’ you back… back in Japan.”

“Sure I will.”

“Sweetheart” Y/N says, “you know she’s not angry, don’t you?”

“It doesn’t matter” he counters weakly, “It doesn’t matter if she’s angry, doll, I— I’m still sorry.”

The silence that follows doesn’t last long, but it’s still long enough for his words to make Y/N’s chest ache again.

“C’mere” she purrs, settling herself back against the arm of the couch, guiding him up, so he’s back in position between her thighs, “Grab that blanket, baby, are you sure you’re not hungry?”

He lets one of his hands snake out so he can pull the covers out from underneath his legs, whispering out an “I- I can eat if… if you want me to?” as he passes it to her.

“It’s not up to me” Y/N says, arranging the quilt across his back, “what do you want?”

“…To stay here for awhile?…”

He means in her arms. He means against her chest, where he finally feels safe, and there isn’t a single thing in the world that could convince her to prise him away. Not with the way he’s looking at her, wide eyed and touch-starved.

“Then you can stay here awhile.” she tells him, one hand snaking up to cup his cheek, “You can stay right here for as long as you want”

“Excuse the interruption, but Miss Romanoff has sent a reply, Bucky, would you like to hear it now, or shall I store it for later playback?”

Bucky’s eyes widen for a moment, and he pushes back into Y/N’s hand as he gulps;

“Can I- Can I hear it now?”

‘Ofcourse—

Zabud' ob etom. Vy byli pervym chelovekom, kotoryy ustroil mne dostoynyy boy za desyat' let. My provedem match-revansh, kogda tebe stanet luchshe.’

Forget about it. You were the first person to give me a decent fight in a decade. We'll rematch when you're feeling better.

There’s a laugh in her tone that makes Y/N scoff, eyes rolling as her old friends voice floods the space.

“See?” she whispers, pressing a kiss against his lips, “Don’t worry about Nat”

His smile is tight and anxious, and she can tell he wants to hide again, so she reminds him that he doesn’t need to reply, and that is when he surrenders, nodding and retreating to her chest.

“We’ll eat later” she says, “You, you just get comfy, it’s been a hell of a mornin’…”

It has, it has been a hell of a morning.

“I love you” is the response he settles on, “I- I love you so much”

That makes her laugh, but it’s sweet, it’s happy and girlish, and he’s beaming into the skin of her throat.

“Baby boy” she coos, “I love you more.”

“’s not possible” he counters, because he can’t not, “doll, It… it’s like you hung the damn moon”

“We’ll argue it out another day” she whispers, feeling him sagging against her, “you’re exhausted.”

He is, he is exhausted, he’s emotionally drained and the heat from her body is drawing him in, making it easy for his breathing to synchronise with hers, deep, and slow.

His eyes are closed and her fingers are in his hair.

God, he feels like the luckiest man alive.

and then, he’s asleep again.

Y/N spends more time showering him in gentle touches, this time. She plays with the curls that are hanging loose across the back of his neck. She presses her lips against his brow and then finally drapes one arm across the back of waist so that she can pull up the STARK internship paperwork that she’d mentioned filling out earlier with the other.

In two hours, it’s early evening and she’s half way through the file.

In three, she’s still half way through, but now Natasha has let her know that she has the dog tag, and she can bring it up whenever.

Now might be the best time, she considers, whilst he’s sleeping— maybe we can avoid another introduction.

She relays her thoughts to FRIDAY who quietly, and politely agrees with her theory, and tells her that ‘Ms Romanoff will be with her in a few moments.’

It’s been just over five minutes when Natasha lets herself into Y/N’s suite.

Unlike Steve she’s used to dropping by, so, there isn’t any cause for her to stop to survey her surroundings.

That is, until she spots her best friend, curled up on her couch with the very same super-solider that had been deemed as ‘HYRDA’s most dangerous weapon’ passed out between her thighs.

That is definitely worth a double take.

Y/N’s eyes roll at the look on her face, and she uses her free hand to beckon her towards her,

“He’s sleeping—” she tells her helpfully, “— and thank you for finding it so quickly”

The dog tag is already in her outstretched palm. Natasha’s smile is curious more than anything else, so Y/N finds herself mirroring it, quirking a brow and murmuring out a “what?” that makes the other woman chuckle, quiet and tempered into the air between them;

“This isn’t just a hook-up is it?”

“No” she replies, “No, I don’t think it is.”

The red-head nods, and her face morphs into something only approving.

“You met him whilst you were away?” she checks, waiting for Y/N to nod before she continues, “So you’ve been, together, for awhile?”

“Yeah” Y/N agrees, “better part of 5 years.”

“Well” Nat sighs, “I hope he deserves you.”

“He does” she’s quick to tell her

“good” the other woman replies, “if you trust him, then that’s good enough for me, just let him know that if he breaks your heart then it won’t just be Tony he has to watch out for.”

That makes Y/N snort, childish and happy as she nods, curling her fingers through Bucky’s hair again.

“Speaking off” Natasha murmurs, “Is he okay? With this whole thing?”

“I think he’s more than okay” she says, “Honestly, I didn’t expect him to be so good about it, y’know? but he’s really gone out of his way to make this easy on us.”

“He can probably tell how happy you are” she replies, “and if somethin’ happens and you need me then-”

“I know you’ve got my back” Y/N swears, “You always have, Nat- ya tebya lyublyu”

I love you

A genuine smile blooms across the red-heads face. She’s beaming as she leans in to press a kiss on Y/N’s brow, and she’s still sporting the same grin when she starts towards the door.

“Do you think he’ll mind if I stop by tomorrow?”

“I don’t know” Y/N says honestly, “I doubt it? If he isn’t ready then I’ll slip out and catch you before training”

And then she’s gone, and Y/N finds herself tucking the dog tag into her pocket so that she can return her attention to the papers she’d been working on before.

Bucky doesn’t stir for another hour. By then she’s actually almost finished. She’s so focused on the task at hand that she only notices he’s awake when he moves, rolling onto his side so he can peer at the glowing hologram she’s typing on.

“Hey, love” she purrs, “Sorry, I thought I’d try and get this finished whilst you slept.”

“Don’t be sorry, doll” he replies, voice cracking with disuse, “Have I been out long?”

“3 hours, maybe 4?” Y/N answers, looking at the clock, “it’s about 8 now, Nat’s been and gone.”

That catches his attention, he paws at his eyes, and then at his chin, all whilst using his metal arm to support his weight so he can stare at her face.

“What?” she presses, typing the final sentence of her conclusion with impressive speed, “Did you want me to wake you?”

“No” he admits, “I- I just didn’t think she’d be able to find it so quick”

The papers are finished so Y/N hits submit, dismissing the screen with a flick of her wrist so that she can give him her full attention.

“It wasn’t hidden” she reminds him calmly, “Do you want to see it?”

His lip quirks as he nods.

She shifts her hips pulling the silver, age-stained trinket out of her pocket before letting the charm drop, so that its where he can reach out and grab it.

He does, turning it over in his flesh fingers as his eyes scan the engravings again and again.

“Is it the right thing?” she wonders, already suspecting from the look on his face that it is, “I’m pretty sure, but-”

“Yeah” he says, “Yeah, it- it’s right— can I give it to him now?”

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angelsanarchy · 9 months

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 10 -> CH 11

"He's a pretty good cuddle buddy." "I'm glad he can bring you some comfort."

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Jack spent the majority of the day hanging out with Ace. He didn't have it in him to work on his writing today. All he wanted to do was stay active long enough that he would be able to sleep through the night like he had last night. He didn't see himself being able to actually get it up twice in one week so physical exhaustion the manual labor route was all he could do.

Ace was actually really obedient off leash. He ran him around the backyard, playing catch with him using one of his dad's old tennis balls. He shuffled under his feet almost tripping him a few times as he re-arranged new furniture upstairs. He even watched Jack exercise, or at least a poor, uncoordinated workout with a few smoke breaks mixed into it. He knew he would eventually have to quit but he hadn't planned on it being any time soon.

By the time they had eaten, showered and retired to bed, Ace was snuggled next to Jack the moment he flopped down on the bed. He hadn't realized what time it was but the ping of his phone startled him.

Y/N: Hey you're probably sleeping already but I just wanted to give you a heads up that we're back home and I will pick Ace up in the morning.

Jack frowned knowing he was going to lose his bed buddy but his stomach jilted with excitement knowing Y/n was home.

Jack: You didn't wake me. Ace and I just laid down, did you want me to bring him home now?

Jack waited for another message but the phone started ringing, making Ace jump.

"Hey, I can get dressed and bring him to you-"

"No no don't get up. I'm too exhausted to deal with his excitement tonight so he can stay as long you're okay with it." Y/n sounded tired.

"Yeah we'll be fine tonight." Jack reassured.

"Oh I have no doubts." Y/n chuckled.

"Yeah he's a pretty good cuddle buddy." Jack gave him a squeeze.

"I'm glad he can bring you some comfort." Y/n's smile came through the phone as Jack got comfortable.

"How's your mom doing?" Jack asked genuinely curious.

"She's doing a lot better. She was asking about Ace and I told her you were taking care of him so she may want to meet you. She's big on giving people flowers but I reminded her that you might not be a flowers guy." Y/n said making Jack chuckle.

"She doesn't need to do that. I mean I can appreciate some flowers but she's been through enough. No need to garden on my account." Jack felt relaxed talking to Y/n. He felt like the only other person he could talk to like this was Shanda except he never cared to see her naked.

"Well maybe you'll get lucky and I'll bring you more coffee and breakfast." Y/n offered.

"That would be nice but the way my sleep schedule is, I may still be knocked out at 11AM." Jack rubbed at his face and could hear her click her tongue against her teeth.

"Must be nice! I wish I could sleep in." She teased.

"Trust me, I would love to have a normal sleep schedule but my medications have other plans." Jack glanced over at the pill bottle on the nightstand.

"Your meds giving you a hard time?" Y/n asked concerned.

"Nothing I can't live with I guess. Just never being able to sleep or eat right." Jack's chuckle made Y/n frown.

"Oh so just those two life necessities? You know, you're allowed to try different meds to counteract some of those side effects. You should really talk to your doctor about some of those side effects messing with you." Y/n sincerely cared about Jack not feeling well. He chalked it up to her being a nurse.

"Nah he already knows. Plus I've recently had a surprising change that I'm afraid I might lose if I start a new medication." Jack spoke so freely that he felt himself getting slightly hard just at the mention of what happened last night.

"Oh yeah? That's great. Big change like more energy or small change like your body doesn't ache as much. I know muscle spasms are a bitch." Her knowledge of medication side effects might be useful if he would just accept the help.

"Um...well I was able to get an erection for the first time in a year." Jack laughed earning a whistle through the phone.

"Whoa whoa whoa, that's great but it's only a big change if you were able to finish..." Y/n waited for his answer and his silence made them both erupt in laughter.

"Jack Thurlow, you absolute slut! Congratulations on a long suffering orgasm." Y/n practically sang. Jack couldn't help but wonder what she would think if she knew she had a hand in it, no pun intended.

"Thank you. No one was more surprised than me but it helped me sleep so it was definitely a win." Jack sighed giving his chub a slight rub.

"As great as that is, you should still consider some alternatives or additives. Cumming is wonderful but being able to eat with nausea and sleep without interruption only makes that even better." Y/n's suggest didn't fall on deaf ears.

"I will consider talking to my doc about some changes if you promise to bring me a breakfast burrito tomorrow." Jack smiled knowing she was returning it on the other end of the line.

"Deal. Now put your pants back on! No jerking off on or near my dog you horny nerd." Jack's laugh was straight from the belly. He hadn't laughed so hard in longer than he could remember.

"I make no promises." Jack joked.

"Goodnight Jack." Y/n laughed into the phone.

"Goodnight." He hung the phone up and noticed he was still smiling even after placing the phone on the nightstand. Ace stared at him for a few moments and Jack reached out to scratch his head.

"She's not so bad, Ace. Not so bad at all." Jack snuggled down behind Ace ready to fall asleep clutching the pup. He wasn't sure if he was actually exhausted or if his brain was ready to shut down just so he could get to morning faster.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #Jack Thurlow x Y/n #Glass Houses Series #Glass Houses #One Shot Series #Culkin Cult #Rory Culkin #10/38

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s0ulsniper · 11 months

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you scared me, kid

platonic! Johnny x fem!hurt!reader - miguel x fem!hurt!reader

a recreate of a one shot I made like 3 years ago on my Wattpad Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò

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the beep of the monitor rang over and over, and although annoying it was the best sound miguel and Johnny could hear.

they sat in the cold medical chairs, lacking sleep and a full stomach.

Miguel's hand gripped at the side of the bed, his head resting against his forearm.

his eyes were practically swelled and his hair messy.

it should not have gotten this far, you almost died.

he could barely look at you hooked up to all the equipment, he was infuriated.

once he knew you were okay he'll be sure to beat the shit out of the cobras for a second time.

he'll do it until he doesn't feel any anger anymore, they hurt the love of his life on purpose.

but most of all, he'd make hawk pay for it.

to say that Johnny felt any different as he lied slouched against the couch, hand laid against y/n's was an understatement.

he knew it was wrong but he wouldn't feel bad if he beat those little brats up, and he sure isn't afraid either.

although miguel and Johnny hadn't been the closest of all hell, y/n and Johnny definitely were.

they had been there before Miguel even was, she had been obsessed with karate and had been following his story since she was a kid.

he would always find himself opening the door when he heard her knocks, the special one she came up with to "disguise him". She had thought of him as an A list celebrity when she was young, oblivious that he was far from that, so she did what any kid would. make a super secret spy knock.

They had only gotten closer, y/n found a safe spot at Johnny's, away from her mother and father.

y/n knew johnny was misunderstood, just like her.

he hated to hear the yelling from the apartment aside his, knowing y/n was experiencing that, and that he couldn't help unless she came.

her parents didn't care about her, not even bothering to feed her, she had to live off scraps and the food johnny tried to make her.

y/n managed to persuade johnny to teach her karate at the age of 6, and had only improved to now, 10 years later.

he had practically adopted her, well he did. The papers were sent in about a week ago, y/n's parents and vanished from thin air. presumably to live a better life then their shitty one, and leaving their daughter behind.

he felt her hand twitch slightly in his hands, waking him from the day dreaming.

he shot up in his seat, looking at y/n, seeing her eyes open slowly.

she looks undoubtedly confused but comes back to the reality of the situation.

she looks around, at Miguel sleeping, then at johnny, trying to get up.

"woah- woah. nope you stay laying down y/n." he pushes, seeing her wince but ultimately lie down.

she tries to speak, but her voice croaks instead.

she rolls her eyes and tries to clear her throat frowning.

johnny can't help but laugh a little, seeing her wit definitely hasn't left.

his eyes water, a thing only y/n has seen.

her frown deepens, but her hand squeezes the infamous pattern she's known for.

"its-... okay, dad." she croaks.

and that makes him lose it, never had she called him that and his heart seems full now.

his sobbing wakes Miguel and his face lights up, seeing y/n awake.

"y/n, oh my god!" he practically yells as he hugs her.

johnny joins the hug, them all crying in their little triangle around y/n.

they sit back down, seeing y/n smile.

"definitely gonna kill those bastards." she grits. " what kinda sissy pulls a gun? Shows I was definitely beating their asses."

johnny laughs.

"you scared me, kid."

"I mean who wouldn't be scared of me?" she jokes. "besides, I learned from the best."

Miguel kisses her temple, glad to have her back.

johnny saw himself in y/n and knew he wouldn't ever let her down.

TAGS 🏷️:

#cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #x reader #cobra kai x you #miguel x reader #johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence x reader #platonic

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candycandy00 · 3 months

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The Doll House - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic Part 4 (Final)

You sell yourself to the Doll House to pay your mom’s medical expenses, only to discover your trainer is the guy who bullied you relentlessly in high school: Gojo Satoru.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Gojo’s. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Chubby Reader. Dubcon. Pet Play. Bullying. Collars/Leashes. Fingering. Anal sex. Vaginal sex. Bondage. Dildos. Humiliation. Oral sex. Tons and tons of cum. Gojo being an asshole.

Gojo looks confused, as if you just spoke a different language to him. “Hurting you? Was I too rough with the training? I’m sorry, I thought you liked-“

“No, not the training!” you yell. The training was the only part of this whole thing you enjoyed. “It’s all the sarcastic remarks about me being cute or little or ‘highlighting my best features’! Saying all those things when I know what you really think of me! And now saying you love me?! You want to keep me?! How stupid do you think I am? How cruel do you have to be to try to get my hopes up just so you can laugh at me?!”

“What are you talking about?” he asks. “Why would I try to trick you? I wasn’t being sarcastic! Fuck, why are you so insecure?!”

You stare at him with your mouth dropped open, totally stunned. “You made me this way!” you scream, tears flooding your eyes. “You gave me this insecurity!”

He actually looks offended. “How?!”

“You made fun of my looks for two years! You, the most beautiful person in the school, laughed at me, said horrible things about my clothes and body, gave me that awful nickname, made me feel ugly and disgusting… made me hate myself!”

“I never made fun of your looks!” he says, his voice getting loud. “I thought you were beautiful! Why would I make fun of your looks?!”

“You called me Chubby Bunny!”

“It’s a cute nickname!”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Even if you thought that, didn’t you notice that everyone was laughing at me because of it? You started that! And you laughed right along with the others! You made my life hell!”

He draws back as if he’s been slapped. “I… I just teased you… I-“

“That was more than teasing, Gojo! I was terrified of you! You were my boogeyman. If I heard your voice coming down the hall, I ducked into a room or hid around a corner until you were gone, because I was so afraid of what you would say or do to me!”

“What? No! I never hurt you! I couldn’t have… I was crazy about you!”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. Is he actually rewriting history to make himself feel better? “What about when you tripped me in the hallway? I twisted my ankle. I couldn’t even get up by myself. Geto had to help me! And while I was on the floor, another boy walked by and said I looked like a seal! A few of them made seal barking noises at me for days after that!”

The outrage in his expression is gone, replaced by a look of uncertainty. “I didn’t know anyone said that. I was just joking around. I tripped my friends all the time, even Shoko! I just wanted to see your reaction.”

“So you saw it,” you say, your voice a little more quiet now. “Did you enjoy it? Watching me limp away in tears?”

“No! I actually felt bad about it, I swear! I even thought about apologizing, but Suguru said I should just leave you alone.”

“But you didn’t leave me alone, did you? You took my things, you made constant comments about my clothes. You laughed so loud whenever I made a mistake in class or even dropped a pencil, which got everyone else laughing too. You made me the laughingstock of the class! Why did you do that to me?! What did I ever do to you?!”

He looks hurt, almost sad. “I wanted your attention. You always ignored me. Every girl in the whole school paid attention to me, except the one girl I wanted. And the only way I could get that was to make you mad. I just… wanted you to look at me.”

“I did look at you then, didn’t I?” you ask. “I looked at you with fear. You made me dread going to school.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, taking one step toward you. “I didn’t realize I hurt you so much. I was just a dumb kid back then. I can make it up to you, I can-“

“No, Gojo, you can’t.” Tears are running down your face. You wipe them with the back of your hand before going on. “Do you remember when you grabbed that love letter I was about to put in someone’s locker, and read it out loud?”

He flinches. He definitely remembers. “Yeah, and I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have done that, I know!”

“There’s something you don’t know about that letter,” you say. “I actually wrote it two years before that. I wrote it for you, back when I was in love with you. But I was too shy to even anonymously sneak it into your locker. I was afraid you would somehow find out it was from me, and be disgusted. But I couldn’t throw it away, just like I couldn’t completely throw away my feelings for you, no matter how badly you treated me. So I held onto it. And when I started liking someone else, I realized all those same feelings applied to him. So I tried to drop it in his locker. But you grabbed it, and read it, and laughed. What you were laughing at, Gojo, were my feelings for you!”

Horror is written on his face. He has the same expression as someone who has just been informed that a family member has been in an accident. “I didn’t know… I was jealous… I’m so sorry!”

You don’t engage with his apology. You don’t have the mental strength to do that right now, so you continue airing your feelings. “Even after graduating, I had a complex about my body. I wouldn’t let anyone see me naked, not even my boyfriend. He probably broke up with me because of my hang ups. Eventually I was able to bury my feelings for you, the love and the hate. But then… I came here…” you say, your voice breaking as you begin crying again. “And all those feelings came rushing back to me! I worked so hard to forget about you! And now… now my heart is in tatters!”

There’s a flicker of light in his eyes. “So you do have feelings for me! Even now!”

You scoff, wiping your eyes again. “Yes, but that’s the problem! Loving you is hurting me! Because it makes me feel low and weak and pathetic. I even started feeling lucky that someone as perfect as you could hold back their disgust long enough to fuck me.”

“Don’t say that!” he practically yells, his face twisted in pain. “This whole time I thought I was the lucky one! Fuck, I’ve practically been permanently hard since you got here! I spent my high school years dreaming of touching you. Even when I’ve been training dolls, even when I was fucking them, I imagined they were you!”

You shake your head. “It’s too late. You already did the damage. I can’t be your doll. Whether you knew it or not, you’ve owned me for far too long. I can’t let you literally, legally own me for ten more years. It would destroy me.”

He seems to be at a loss for words, his eyes shimmering and wet, like he’s about to cry.

You wipe your face again. “I can’t stay in here tonight. If you touch me, I might crumble. If you’re serious about feeling anything at all for me, you won’t do that to me. I’ll ask the owner if I can sleep in one of the empty rooms.”

“No, I’ll go. You can stay here,” he says, his voice unusually gentle. He grabs a few things and then heads for the door. Before stepping out, he looks at you again. “I really am sorry,” he says to you, and then he’s gone.

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Not long after, Gojo is knocking on Suguru’s door, not caring what he might be interrupting. It takes a few minutes for his friend to answer, his long hair slightly messy and his face annoyed. “What is it, Satoru?”

Gojo doesn’t even say anything, just looks at him.

Suguru’s eyes narrow. “Let me guess. You told her you’re keeping her and she told you to go to hell.”

“It was so much worse than that!” Gojo practically whines.

With a sigh, Suguru says, “Let me clean up in here and I’ll meet you in the dining hall.”

An hour later, the two friends are sitting at a table, cups of tea in front of them. Gojo has told Suguru every word of the conversation he had with his doll, twice.

Suguru takes another sip from his cup. “I tried to warn you when she first got here, but you wouldn’t listen. You never listen.”

Gojo is leaning over the table, his head on his arms. “I thought it would work out. I thought making her fall in love with me again would be easy. And it sort of was. She said she still has feelings for me!”

“Yes, you’ve mentioned that part a dozen times already,” Suguru says, sitting his cup back on the table. “But for her, you’re the person who ruined her life just to get attention. Loving you only makes her feel worse. I don’t blame her for wanting to get away from you.”

Gojo looks up. “But I didn’t know! I didn’t know so many other people were making fun of her because of stuff I did, I didn’t know about the letter. I didn’t know I was hurting her so much!”

“Now you know,” Suguru tells him. “The question is, now that you know, what are you going to do about it?”

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The next morning, you wake up in Gojo’s bed. It smells like him, and you can’t help remembering all the things you’ve done in this bed with him.

But it’s over now. You’re going to talk to the owner and tell her to find a buyer for you as soon as possible. Gojo can move on to his next doll and hopefully both of you can put this whole mess behind you.

The owner agrees to meet you in the welcome room to discuss your situation, and you find her standing in the center of the room. A folder is tucked under her arm.

You open your mouth to speak to her, but Gojo suddenly rushes in. “Did you bring it?” he asks the owner, not even looking at you.

The owner opens the folder and pulls out a paper. “Here it is, her contract. She is now your doll.”

“Wait!” you yell, confused and angry. How dare he do this after everything you said last night! You read your contract, you know you can reject him as your owner if you give sufficient reason. You’re pretty sure your history with Gojo would qualify. Still, the fact that he’s ignoring your wishes makes you livid.

Before you can approach him, he turns to face you and holds your contract up in front of him. “You probably won’t believe me, but I planned to do this from the very start.”

With that, he rips the contract into tiny pieces and lets them fall to the floor.

You freeze, watching the shreds of paper falling before your eyes.

“You’re free,” he says. “You’re not a doll anymore.”

Your eyes widen. The owner sighs and shakes her head, saying, “Gojo, do you understand what you’re doing? This was your one doll to keep. You can’t ever pick another.”

“I know. I’ll never want another doll anyway,”

he says, then looks at you again. “I know this doesn’t make up for what I did to you, but I hope it can be a start.”

You feel your eyes becoming wet again. You’re free! You don’t have to give up ten years of your life after all! You glance at Gojo, unsure of what to say.

“I never wanted to own you,” he says, his face a little sad. “I just want you to be happy. If you believe anything I’ve told you, believe that.”

“I… uh…” you flounder for a moment, trying to decide what words to use before finally settling on, “Thank you.”

He smiles at you. “Maybe someday, if you want to, we could try being friends? No pressure or anything. Just think about it.”

You nod, somewhat dazed. In the end, you leave with his phone number and return to your normal life.

It takes over a month for you to text him. Just an awkward, “How are you?” that he replies to within seconds. You can almost feel his excitement to hear from you.

“I quit my job as a trainer,” he tells you. “I just wasn’t all that into it anymore.”

You wonder if it’s because of what happened between the two of you, but don’t ask. A small part of you is relieved that he doesn’t currently have some other woman on a leash in his room.

For the next couple of weeks, you and Gojo talk via text and phone calls. He never asks to meet up, and never tries to pressure you in any way. You do discuss your past some more, calmly this time. He listens quietly to everything you say, apologizes over and over, and (only when you’re ready to hear it) explains why he did all those things.

His reasons were so childish and petty, it makes you realize he was just fifteen or sixteen years old when he did those things. Maybe it’s not fair to keep punishing someone for things they did at that age, if they’re trying to make it right as an adult.

One night you have another anemic spell, and your friend is at work. The only family you have is your mother, and she’s still hospitalized. Nervously, you text Gojo. He’s already told you to let him know if you ever need anything, but the thought of seeing him face to face again makes you uneasy.

Still, he shows up at your door in a flash, a bag full of food and DVD’s hanging on his arm. Seeing him standing there in your living room, so tall and so beautiful, makes your heart race.

“Did you faint again?” he asks, looking so worried.

“No, I just felt dizzy and weak,” you tell him.

“Then just relax,” he says with a smile. “I’ll take care of you.”

And he does. He cooks for you, brings you hot tea, and sits on the couch with you watching movies. He stays until the next morning, and you’re a little surprised that he never tried to tempt you into sleeping with him. You remember that the last time you weren’t feeling well, he did the same thing.

To be honest, you’re a little disappointed.

After that, the two of you are officially friends. You talk often, always checking in on each other’s days, getting to know each other’s habits and schedules.

The friendship doesn’t last long.

The first time you go to his place to “hang out just as friends”, both of you give in.

One minute you’re sitting on his couch, laughing and talking, and the next you’re wrapped in his arms, his tongue in your mouth, his hands tugging at your clothes.

He spreads you out naked on the cushions and eats your pussy like a man starved, saying how much he missed you, missed tasting you, missed watching you cum. He goes at it for over an hour, making you climax so many times you practically forget how to speak, only able to whimper and gasp.

Then, he fucks your ass, absolutely railing you. You’re so overstimulated by this point that you just want him inside you, no matter what hole he uses. Overwhelmed by your own feelings, you start crying. Gojo holds you close to him, hugging you gently, rubbing your hair, whispering sweet words into your ear as he fucks you relentlessly.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re so beautiful. Feels so good inside you… Fuck, you’re incredible!”

You know what he’s doing, and it only makes you even more emotional. He wants you to know what he thinks of you. He doesn’t want you to question how attractive he finds you. He doesn’t want you to feel insecure.

The two of you begin dating after that. You couldn’t ask for a sweeter, more supportive boyfriend. He takes care of you, pampers you, treats you like a queen. He even goes with you to visit your mom in the hospital. And through all this, you feel like you’re finally beginning to heal.

And when the two of you are alone, and very horny, sometimes you go back to being his Bunny. Not Chubby Bunny, he’s never called you that since finding out how much it bothered you, but just Bunny.

Right now, you’re in the living room of his apartment, all the curtains closed and the door locked. You’re wearing your collar, bunny ears, and thigh high stockings, and nothing else. Your hands are handcuffed in front of you, and you’re on your hands and knees, your legs trembling as you crawl toward Gojo, who is tugging on your leash.

It’s hard to crawl with two huge dildos shoved inside you, one in each hole, both of them vibrating and rotating wildly. Earlier, Gojo got on his knees behind you and jacked off until ready to cum. Then he stuck just the tip into your pussy and filled it full. With his fingers, he scooped up the cum that leaked out and pushed it into your ass. Then he put the dildos in, leaving them to churn and stir up his cum, telling you not to let them fall out.

It feels so good, being full of his cum, the sensation of it swirling inside you. But there’s one more hole that hasn’t had any yet. So you crawl between his spread thighs while he sits on the couch, looking down at you lovingly. You nuzzle his clothed crotch with your face and say, “Please fill my mouth, Satoru~”

You’ve only recently started calling him that. It felt a little weird at first, after calling him Gojo for all these years, but you love the effect it has on him when you purr out his name like that.

You hear his breath catch in his throat, but he manages to compose himself. “Such a naughty, greedy Bunny! I’ve already filled two of your holes! Why don’t I just put the third dildo in your mouth?”

“No, please! The real thing… in my mouth… please,” you whine, staring up at him with glossy eyes. “Your cock tastes so good, Satoru… please feed me your cum!”

His eyes go wide, and you can just barely hear him mutter, “Holy fucking fuck!”

You’ve leaned by now that he’s totally weak to your begging. You’re the one handcuffed and leashed, but Gojo would move heaven and earth to please you, to watch you lose yourself to pleasure.

“Th-then I guess I’ll fill that pretty mouth,” he says, his hands fumbling with his pants in his hurry to get them open. He stands up, towering over you. There’s a faint blush across his pale features, and he’s breathing a little harder than usual as he pulls out his cock. You open your lips, your tongue partially out. He grins. “You’re gonna have to open wider than that, Bunny, or this huge dick won’t fit.”

You lick your lips, then open your mouth wider, and he immediately shoves in. He fucks your mouth, thrusting into it, hitting the back of your throat, groaning when your tongue laps at every inch it can reach.

“F-fuck! Your fucking mouth… so good…”

These moments together are so much hotter now that you can fully enjoy them, knowing he finds you irresistible. It makes you feel sexy, desired, loved. Knowing you can make him lose his mind gets you wet every time.

Just when your jaw is starting to get sore, he pulls out so that he’s barely in your mouth, and shoots his load inside it. There’s so much!

“Don’t swallow it yet,” he says, his face slightly red, his hair messy. He grabs the third dildo and pushes it into your mouth, turning it on low so that it can slowly stir his cum in your mouth, spreading it to every inch. Then he stands back and watches as all three of your holes, full of his seed, are fucked by the gyrating toys.

You moan around the dildo in your mouth, locking eyes with him. He’s panting, his eyes wild with desire. Before your eyes, his cock gets hard again, standing tall and gorgeous just like him.

He drops to his knees behind you and uses his hand to pump the dildo in your ass, in and out, making obscene squelching noises. With his other hand, you feel him pull the dildo out of your pussy. He holds it up, and you look at it over your shoulder. It’s dripping with his cum and your wetness.

“Gotta be inside this pussy,” he mumbles, and then he’s thrusting into you, deep and hard enough to make your body jerk with his motions. You’re sore from being fucked by the dildos, which are almost as big as Gojo’s cock, but you wouldn’t pass this up for anything in the world. He pushes the dildo into your ass to the same rhythm as he fucks your pussy, making your eyes roll back as you release muffled cries.

Gojo is grunting behind you, losing himself, babbling out words.

“Fuck… fuck… I love you so much… this cock belongs to you… every ounce of my cum belongs to you… everything I am… yours…”

He thrusts in deep enough to make you scream, and shoots loads of hot cum into your core. After pulling out, he quickly pulls out the dildo in your ass, sticks his cock in, and shoots out the rest of his load.

He’s panting as he turns you over, so that you’re lying on your back, your legs splayed, creamy cum dripping out of both holes. He reaches over and gently pulls the dildo from your mouth, watching as your tongue continues to lick at it, collecting any remaining cum from the sticky object.

“Just how much do you love my cum?” he asks, staring down at you in awe.

You run your tongue around the edge of your mouth. “It’s delicious,” you say.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says, pulling you up and unfastening the collar.

You snuggle into his arms as he helps you to the bathroom, enjoying how incredibly sweet he is during after care.

The two of you have come a long way. Even now, you’re not certain you’ve one hundred percent forgiven him. And occasionally you remember something terrible he did to you and it makes you uncomfortable around him for a few days. But he’s putting in the work to make it up to you, and you’re having a wonderful time enjoying being his girlfriend. You couldn’t ask for a happier ending than that.

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#gojo x reader #gojo #gojo satoru #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #x reader

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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A Painful Experience 》 The Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request: "I know that requests are closed for now, but consider Loki trying one of those period/labour cramp simulators… 🫶" - Requested by a nonny. 😁

Summary: Loki tries a labour pain simulator.

Warnings: fluff, fake labour pain/pain, bit of angst?

Word Count: 1,1k

a/n: I couldn't help myself - again... I hope you like it, nonny! 😊

This one is the last request, guys! My inbox is empty again! Means... I probably reopen requests again soon! 😁

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"What are you doing here? And what are all those... things?" Loki asked, as he walked into one of Tony's big workshops with Ella on his arm. The little girl was dressed in a cute emerald green dress, with two fitting emerald green ribbons in her tiny raven curls. He had been on search for his wife - and found her here. She stood around a lot of boxes, devices and... machines, together with Natasha and Pepper. The three women turned to face him, as soon as his voice urged to their ears. Y/N had a smile on her face. "Hey, babe." She ran to meet him on his way for a lingering kiss, "Hey, princess." and tickled gently Ella's belly, causing her to giggle. "Mama!" Y/N smiled an even brighter smile and kissed her daughter's chubby cheek.

"Hello, darling." "Everything okay?" Loki nodded. "Yes. We just wanted to visit you, right princess?" He bounced Ella gently up and down on his arm, making her giggle even more. "Dada!" This word leaving the small girl's mouth, conjured a proud smile on the God's lips. He was a dad... Ella's dad. He often needed to remind himself, that this wasn't just a dream… It was real. Y/N was real. Ella was real – and so were their life as a little family. "I appreciate the visit." Y/N said, winking, before she pulled Loki in another kiss. "So, what's all this? Scrap?" He gestured towards the pile of boxes, devices and machines. The woman shook her head. "No. It's technical stuff. Tony got it from a dude, who doesn't need it anymore." Loki raised an eyebrow. "And what kind of technical stuff?" Y/N shrugged her shoulders. "Very different things... From old mobiles, over medical stuff, to car parts. Crazy things..." She listed. "We even found a labour cramp simulator thingy - I don't know the correct term, but this thing is so far the craziest we found!" Pepper called from behind, after overhearing the couple's conversation. "Oh, yeah, Pepper's right." Y/N agreed, smiling back at her friend. "Want to try it, Laufeyson?" Natasha suddenly prompted, smirking. "Great idea Nat! Try it, babe!" The God blinked. "Me? Why should I try this?" "Because you're a man!" Pepper shouted, giggling. "I'll make Tony try it, too!" Y/N laughed at Pepper's words, then turned to face her husband again and shrugged her shoulders. "Just do it for... fun?" Loki huffed and rolled his eyes. "Fun..." "Then do it to test your godly and manly pain threshold... Or are you afraid?" She teased him playfully. Loki snorted out a breath. "Me and afraid? Certainly not, darling. Show me this... simulator." "Over there." The girls led the God over to the labour cramp simulator, they had already unboxed and tested. "This thing?" All three nodded. "You've got to sit down on the chair and we will hook you to the device." "Alright. Do it." He handed Ella over to her mother and sat down on the chair. "And now?" "You need to lift your t-shirt, Lokes." The God shrugged his shoulder, "Fine." and pulled the black fabric off his upper body, leaving himself shirtless. "Now, we are going to hook you to the machine." Pepper explained, while planting the electrodes (a/n: I hope this is the correct word to describe those thingys.) on his stomach and lower abdomen. "You still want to try it?" Y/N asked her husband, but Loki was completely sure of it. "Yes." "Alright." Pepper said, before turning on the device in her hand, which was connected to the electrodes. "We'll start slow. There you go."

The first three levels didn't bother Loki very much. There was no reaction besides a small hiss or the short clenching of his jaw. But then, Pepper turned on the fourth level - what caused a rather loud groan to leave Loki's lips. Y/N bit her lip, didn't know if she should giggle or feel sorry for her God. Nat and Pepper on the other hand, had a grin on their lips. "Does it hurt, Loki?" Pepper asked, while switching into level five. "A bit, yes." He hissed and clenched his hands into fists. On level six, he started to sweat; a thin layer coating his defined pecs and abs. On level seven, his breathing was audibly uneven. On level eight, suffering screams left his lips. "Norns..." Loki panted, squeezing his eyes shut. "This is... excruciating!" He made to choke out, before the muscles in his arms twitched and another painful whine escaped his mouth. It caught the attention of the baby in Y/N's arms. Ella looked from her mother to her father and back with big blue eyes. "Dada!" The little girl screamed, followed by a heart-breaking sob leaving her small pouty lips. Tears started to pool in her oceanic blues. Seemingly, she had sensed that her father must be in pain... What was kind of super cute? Y/N immediately noticed this and tried to reassure her. "Aww baby, noo... Don't cry! Daddy's okay, I promise." But it was no help. "Dada!" She screamed again, little arms desperately reaching for Loki. "I-I think, ugh... My daughter chose to rescue m-me, so... Would you please let me, oof... g-go, ladies? I-I think I got v-very close to my pain t-threshold." The three women looked at each other and agreed, of course, immediately to accomplish the God's request. Pepper stopped the simulator and unhooked him again, removing all the electrodes. "Hel... That was... Quite the experience, to say the least." Loki said, while he slipped his t-shirt back on. Then he went immediately to Ella, "Hey, shhh, princess." and took the now crying girl in his arms. "Daddy's alright, baby." He peppered her cheeks with small, soft kisses and held her close against his body. "Are you okay, babe?" The God nodded. "Yes, but... Darling... How in all the nine realms did you make it to go through this for several hours?" Y/N just shrugged her shoulders, smiling. "The willingness to bring our baby into this world, I guess. To finally be able to hold the creation of our love in my arms." Loki just shook his head in astonishment. "That is amazing, my love. You are the strongest and bravest woman I know. I am so proud of you for going through so much pain for Ella. You have my full respect. I love you." Y/N giggled, brushed a loose strand of raven black hair out of the God's face. "Thank you, my love. I appreciate this very much. I love you, too."

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