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The List ~Pt. 7 - Condemnation~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

Summary: As you try to cope with Alastor's absence, you find solace with the King of Hell, who presents an interesting offer. However, some unexpected news from Husk forces you to rethink your plans.

Themes: The usual angst, mystery (Alastor), sassiness, cursing, fluff, eventual smut, actual plot, Lucifer is a cunning shit, slow burn, Husk is going to be in trouble, and of course 18+

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Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven (You're on it!)

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

The last few days (weeks?) have been a blur. It was a weird switch going from sleeping terribly because you longed to be near him - to sleeping constantly so you didn’t have to feel your body long from him. Anyone who came to your door was just told you weren’t feeling good. “Just caught a stomach bug, don’t come in! I would hate for you to catch it.”

Today you decided it’s time to finally leave your room. Charlie needs help and there are things around the hotel that need to be done before her meeting with Heaven. You aren’t one to let others down just because of your own emotional baggage.

You throw some makeup on to try to brighten your face. Usually, you wouldn’t be bothered but all the crying significantly darkened your eyes. I’d rather not let them see me like this. The less questions the better. Plastering a smile on your face, you head down to the lobby to get the list of ‘to-dos’ from Charlie. Surprisingly she isn’t there when you arrive, so you take a seat next to Angel on the floor. You lean your head against his leg as a silent ‘hello’.

“Hey toots, how ya feeling?” he says without looking up from his phone. “Better, thanks.” You say cheerfully.

“Good! Guess you and Smiles must have shared cooties ‘cause he ain’t been seen or heard from since Lucifer’s visit.” A pang hits your chest, but you try to brush it off. He’s probably just pissed off.

Charlie rushes down the stairs and scoops you into a lung crushing hug, “So so so soooooooo glad you’re feeling better! I didn’t realize how much you did around here! Could you do me a huge favor and go pick up a few things from the city and take them to my dad? He said he can meet you at this address. I have to go pack - Thank you!” Just as quickly as she came down the stairs, she hurries back, leaving you with a short list and an address.

For the first time in weeks, you leave the hotel without Alastor or his shadow close by. It’s not that you’re afraid of going out alone, but you realize you enjoyed his company more than you thought. You glance up at the radio tower as you walk away from the hotel and can make out a dark figure with glowing red eyes staring down from the window. Well at least that’s confirmation he’s still around.

You pick up the few things from a local shop and walk across the city to the address Charlie gave you. This doesn’t look right. The building you walk up to is more of an abandoned warehouse for a drug deal rather than a cozy meetup with the King of Hell. Cautiously you walk through the door which looked like it had been kicked in already. Just as expected, it’s an empty building with piles of trash scattered about. Graffiti and posters plaster the inner walls. You triple check the address on the small paper and it matches.

Sooo now what?

After waiting and pacing for a few minutes, you hear someone call out to you. You turn to see Lucifer standing outside a portal in the middle of the building.

“You didn’t actually think I stayed within the city, did you?” he chuckles as he motions for you to enter into the portal with him. Once inside you look around to see a large open room filled with…ducks? And this guy was trying to give me a hard time?

“Is – is this your office, sir?”

He boots a few ducks out of his path. “Yes, this is where I work on – important – matters. Also, no need for formalities, Lucifer is fine. Those bags for me?”

You almost forgot why you were even standing in the King’s office. All the piles of rubber ducks grabbed your attention and now you wanted to look through them out of pure curiosity. Handing over the bags, you keep scanning around the room. Lucifer notices your curious glances, “Would you – like to see my most recent project?” he asks nervously. You feel your face light up at the offer and he can’t help but mirror your excitement.

He starts to show you all the ducks he’s created, their names, what they can do. His eyes glimmer excitedly every time you display even the slightest interest in one. What feels like a mere fifteen minutes ends up becoming a couple hours. As he shows you the last of his collection, a solemn look crosses his face.

“Thank you for this. I don’t get a lot of visitors and haven’t really been able to share my work since Charlie…grew up. Plus, it’s nice to see you smile, especially after our first encounter.”

Your breath catches at the memory of that night. Not so much the crying in the arms of the devil part - rather the grief you felt shortly after. “Oh – thank you for taking the time to show me. Truthfully, I haven’t had much reason to smile lately so it’s a lovely change.”

His smile drops. There's a long pause as he fights with himself to find the right words, “Did he…Alastor I mean…hurt you that night? You can tell me. I know Charlie is close with him, so you probably don’t feel comfortable -”

“He didn’t hurt me. At least not in the physical sense.” Frowning, you curse at yourself for being too honest. You can’t help but feel at ease in his presence. He was Lucifer, King of Hell and easily the most powerful in all the seven rings. What ulterior motives could he possibly have or need? He has no reason to be anything other than genuine in his worry for you. He made it all too easy to tell him anything. Rule #1 Never trust another Overlord/Demon

He looks at you pitifully. I hate when someone looks at me like that. “I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.” You force a smile then hang your head towards the floor to hide the truth. The wounds were too fresh. The last thing you want is another breakdown in front of him. He’s seen enough tears from me.

Two fingers pull your chin up to his gaze, “Your eyes tell me a much different story. Tell me, does he know of your power?” he asks delicately.

Weird, Alastor never really asked me to show him what I could do. He always just said he could ‘sense’ it. Your brows gather at the realization, “Not exactly. He knows I have it, just not what I can do fully.”

He lets go of you with a sigh of relief, “Probably for the best.”

“Wait, do you – “

“I do not know, though I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little curious. You must have something special to survive down here.” He flashes a devilish grin that makes heat rise to your cheeks.

Rule #2 Never tell a soul what (or how much) power you have. Can’t hurt for the King to know, right? “Well you were gracious enough to show me your special collection. Let me show you something that’s special to me in return.”

Taking his hand, you lead him to his chair and motion for him to sit down. “Do you have anything sharp?” you ask. He hesitates slightly before grabbing a small knife from his workbench.

“So - I don’t know how this will work with the whole ‘fallen angel’ thing but...trust me?”

His worried eyes are surpassed by a warm smile, nodding for you to continue. You kneel in front of him and take his hand palm side up, “Sorry, this might hurt a little.” He flinches as you slice into his skin and golden fluid gushes from the wound. I didn’t know angelic blood was so beautiful.

Flipping his hand over, you press your lips to his knuckles. A hiss leaves your throat from the sting as the cut heals and blood disappears. Lucifer pulls his hand away to inspect his palm. “Wow…that is…..definitely something,” he breathed in amazement. His hands find yours as he stands to help you up from the floor, but he doesn't let go. Eyes widened in curiosity, “Do you feel anything when it happens?”

You shrug, “Depends on the wound. Stuff like that just stings. Other times it feels like my body is getting ripped apart.”

Lucifer hums, drawing nervous little circles in your palms with his thumbs, “The gift of healing is something truly amazing.” He seems to lose himself in thought but continues to ghost across your skin. The light touch from his tracing sends you into full body chills.

“You're beautiful.” he whispers under his breath.

You catch his attention to pull him out of his own mind. “I’m sorry?”

“IT’S beautiful - the gift. I mean you’re beautiful too I just - I mean …” You try to hide your giggles as he continues to stammer like a schoolboy. It was refreshing to see him flustered like this, vulnerable and unsure of himself. He stops to take a breath and recollect his thoughts, “I'm sorry I’m just trying to figure out what you, of all people, could possibly want or need from that…demon.” His voice sharpened bitterly at the word. He really likes to poke the sore subjects doesn’t he.

“I didn’t need anything. And I wanted…it doesn’t matter what I wanted. He made his intentions clear that night that I was only some tool for him. He never cared. And I knew better but yet here I am - “

“Heartbroken…?”

Tears swell in your eyes as he said the word. Uhg not again…Rule #4 Never let your weaknesses show.

Lucifer wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you against him. He softly presses a kiss to your forehead then to each cheek, taking your fallen tears with his lips. Your body freezes at the sudden affection. This feels wrong…

“Look, I know things are getting bad out there, but I can promise you safety - true safety. You can stay here. Away from the sinners, the exorcists, him…you can be here with me and away from all the evil that floods the streets –“ “No!” you interject louder than you mean to. He cocks his head at your sudden outburst, looking offended but softens when he sees tears continue down your face. “I see why Charlie likes you so much my dear. You both try so hard to see the best in everyone and want to help. It’s unfortunate such kind souls like yours are taken advantage of far too often.” You feel his grip tighten at your waist as he presses a hand to your cheek. This feels so very wrong…Rule #3 Never bring anyone too close

You grab his wrists, not to move them away but rather to make sure they don’t travel your body any further, “I have ways of keeping myself safe, Lucifer. I appreciate your offer but I can’t…I won’t…hide away. I refuse to be caged when there are people out there that need help.”

He lets out a low chuckle and rests his forehead on yours. His eyes close as he sighs, “Your determination and stubbornness remind me so much of her…”

“Who?” you whisper.

His lips hover above yours, “Lillith.”

This IS wrong. “Luci –“

Before you can say anything else his lips interrupt yours. His kiss is gentle yet unwavering. Your body aches from how tense your body has become. Any other sinner would kill to be in your position right now, but your mind is only focused on one person – and it isn’t the one kissing you. I hate this...

Like a saving grace, Lucifer’s phone begins ringing with Charlie’s adorable baby picture lighting up the screen. He pulls away and answers it reluctantly, “Heeeey you! How’d the m – oh? Yes, we will be right there.” He hangs up with a groan and intertwines his fingers with yours, “We will have to put this to the side for now. Apparently, the meeting with Heaven didn’t go well. Charlie needs us back at the hotel.” With his free hand he opens a portal into the hotel lobby and pulls you alongside him.

Stepping into the lobby, his hand keeps a firm grip on yours. You walk in just in time to see Charlie bursting into tears and running upstairs with Vaggie and Alastor trailing close behind her.

“Charlie wait – “ Vaggie tries to stop her but halts at the banister, knowing she is far too upset to talk right now. Lucifer finally lets go of you and rushes to follow his daughter, shoving Alastor to the side as he makes his way up the stairs.

His face twists into a snarl at the King’s boorishness. Realizing he wasn’t alone Alastor glances over his shoulder to see you staring. A strange mixture of hurt and relief fills your body seeing him for the first time since that night. He didn’t look like his usually pristine self. He looked…tired? Disheveled? Why does he look like he’s been worse off than me? As if he’s suffered just as much? You notice his smile falter as he looks back at you before turning to see Lucifer making his way back down the stairs.

“She seems to need some time alone.” Lucifer announces with a hint of hurt in his voice. Ignoring Alastor, he walks over to you and takes your hips forcefully, making you flinch at his grip. “I think it’s best I take my leave for now. Promise you’ll at least consider my offer, please? I’d hate for you to..” he glares back at Alastor to ensure he was watching, “…get hurt in any way. You’re worth protecting my dear.” He places a long kiss to your forehead and vanishes in a stream of red ribbon.

You rub your sides where he had grabbed you to take away the sting. Your face contorts uncomfortably at the remnants of his touch and kiss. Alastor takes a step towards you almost unconsciously. You snap to his eyes, silently begging for him not to come closer. You want nothing more than to run to him, to feel his touch, his warmth, his safety but you know it'd just hurt more. He stops, offering a nod as he dissipates into his shadow without a word.

Vaggie fills you in on what happened in the meeting with Heaven. Your stomach turns at the idea of the Exorcists targeting the hotel and your friends. You know you’re going to be needed more than ever come that day. I need to be stronger; they’ll need all the help they can get.

You lay down for the evening hoping sleep would come easy but find your eyes only burning into the ceiling. The Extermination, Lucifer’s offer, Alastor…Your mind didn’t know what problem to try and figure out first. After lying awake for a couple hours, you give up and decide to go for a walk to clear your thoughts. As you walk through the lobby you give a quick smile to Husk who was closing up the bar for the night.

“And where are you off to so late?” he hollers, making you jump from the sudden break in silence.

“Just need to clear my head, Husk. Have a good evening.” you continue walking towards the front doors. He quickly catches up and puts a paw on your shoulder, “Mind if I join? Some fresh air sounds pretty good right now.” You shake your head and step to the side for him to lead the way.

The two of you walk in a comfortable silence around the small path circling the building. Distant yells and car horns fill the air from the city below. “Quite an exit from the King this afternoon. Sure got Al riled up.” Husk says casually. You stop dead in your tracks at the comment, “What do you mean?”

“If Al comes for a drink, it’s just that. A single drink. Tonight you would have thought he was trying to drown himself.” “If you came along to try to guilt trip me, don’t bother. He did this to himself.” you bite, continuing down the path in hopes he would drop the subject.

Husk stops you again, “I ain’t trying to get in between whatever messed up relationship you two have, but as someone who is usually at the brunt of his bad moods, he hasn’t once bitten my head off since you came around. You have an…interesting…effect on that evil bastard.”

You shake off his hand, frustrated at the continued prodding. “That’s exactly what he is. Nothing more than a selfish, heartless -”

“He can’t be too heartless considering...” Husk stops himself seeing your head whip around. You walk back towards him, keeping your voice low, “Considering?”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously and takes a deep breath, “Look he never confides in me. I mean he barely speaks to me other than when he needs something. The liquor really did a number -”

You grab his shoulders to stop his rambling, “What did he say?”

“I - I didn’t even know he had the word in his vocabulary -”

“HUSK!?”

“He said…he loves you.”

If it wasn’t pounding so loudly in your ears, you could have sworn your heart stopped. Any air in your lungs felt as though it was sucked out, “What…”

“That was all he said before leaving for the radio tower. It about broke him seeing Lucifer with you. I never thought he’d say something like that out loud.” Husk says quietly, as if afraid someone else would hear the confession. You stare at him for a while, trying to process what he was saying. Your head starts to spin. Is he just trying to lie his way back to me? Why would he even tell Husk anything? Did he really lose his tongue from the liquor? “I - I need to s-sit down.” your knees buckle but Husk grabs you before you hit the ground.

“Woahh - alright yeah let’s get you inside.”

He helps you inside and sits you on the lounge chair in the lobby, “You okay kid?”

You finally catch your breath and rest your head in your hands, “Yeah, just a lot to take in today. Thanks Husk. I’ll be good.” He takes the hint that you need a few minutes to yourself and starts to head to his room.

“Actually wait - mind pouring me a double real quick?” you try to ask but it sounds more like a demand. Husk reluctantly walks back to the bar to pour your usual, “You uh - sure this is a good idea?”

No but fuck it.

“Yes, it’s fine. Thank you again.” you slam back the drink, not letting a drop go to waste. You needed to feel the burn to ground yourself and prepare for what you were about to do.

Husk leaves you in the lobby. You wait a few moments to allow the liquid courage to burn through your veins, then make your way to Alastor’s radio tower.

Here we go.

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Unwanted: Chapter 29, Unarmed, Redux - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of injury, death, human trafficking.

Word Count: 1.5k

Previously On...: It was the final showdown! And you died.

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You crawled back toward consciousness with the unsettling sensation of deja vu. Bright lights, pain in your abdomen, the sound of machines incessantly beeping. You tried to pull the covers over your head, but your left arm didn’t seem to want to move.

Well, that was new, anyway.

“The fuck am I in the hospital for now?” you murmured to yourself. “One miscarriage wasn’t bad enough?”

“Ex-fucking-scuse me?” came Tony’s shocked voice from your bedside. “One fucking what now?!”

You slowly opened your eyes. “Uh… hey, Boss. How’s it going?” You glanced over at Tony; he looked terrible, eyes red rimmed and puffy. “What’s wrong? Why do you look like you’ve been crying?”

Tony barked out a laugh. “Are you kidding me? You had us all scared half to death, Kiddo. Pretty sure it took ten years off my life when word came in that Carthage fucking shot you. You know, you were clinically dead for seven whole minutes?! Longest seven minutes of my life– even longer than the Seven Minutes in “Heaven” I spent with Alice Seymour in 7th grade.” Tony shivered.

You blanched. “Seven minutes? Holy shit. I’m sorry, Tony.” You weren’t sure why you were apologizing; you hadn’t shot yourself, after all, but you still felt awful for making him worry.

Tony came to sit alongside you on the bed. “Hey,” he began, taking a hold of your hand, “you have nothing to be sorry for. At all. You warned us from the beginning that Carthage was rotten. We should have done a better job of protecting you from her. I should have done a better job of protecting you.”

“It’s not your fault, Boss,” you told him, squeezing his hand. “None of us could have realized how far gone she was until it was too late. Where is she, anyway? On a one-way trip to The Raft, I hope?”

Tony looked away from you, toward the door of your room. “Not necessary,” he said. “She’s dead.”

You sat up quickly, wincing in pain at the tugging in your abdomen as you did so.

“Easy there, Kiddo,” Tony said, helping you get upright. “You had major abdominal surgery just a few days ago; you’re gonna pull your stitches.”

You let go of Tony’s hand to gingerly prod at your stomach, flinching as you came into contact with the heavy gauze that concealed your incision. Looking back up at him, you asked: “What do you mean, ‘she’s dead,’ Tony? What the fuck happened?”

Tony cleared his throat and poured you a cup of water, as if needing to busy his hands while he considered how to go about saying what he had to tell you. “We pulled up in the Quinjet probably only a few moments after you were shot,” he said, handing the cup to you. You took it gratefully, not realizing until that moment how parched you’d been. “Barnes was holding you in his arms, just sobbing, and… God, Pocket, there was so much blood. We thought you were done. I’ve never– I’ve never seen him like that before. He wouldn’t let go of you. Cap and Point Break had to hold him off so we could get you into the jet’s onboard Cradle; he just didn’t want to be apart from you. Kept screaming it was all his fault, he should be the one who was dead instead of you. Can’t say that, in the moment, I disagreed. We ended up having to sedate him.”

As Tony spoke, bits and flashes of the event came back to you– Bucky offering himself to Jade in exchange for your life, seeing his lips on hers, the sensation of Jade’s bullet ripping through your flesh.

“Once we got you stable, we went back out and found Carthage’s body. I’m not one hundred percent sure what happened, because Barnes still won’t talk about it, but, well, her neck was snapped.”

You blinked in shock. He’d killed her, for you. When it mattered, when it truly, truly mattered, he’d picked you over her. “Wow,” was all you could get out.

“Yeah,” Tony agreed softly.

“Where is he, Boss?” you asked, looking up at him desperately. You needed to see Bucky right away, needed to thank him for saving your life, to apologize.

“I’ve, uh… I’ve been kind of keeping him away,” Tony admitted reluctantly.

“Why?!” you asked, hurt and shocked. “Why would you do that, Tony?”

Tony looked at you defensively. “Because he admitted what he did to you, Pocket. How he hurt you, again, and again. All of it. I’m sorry, but I wasn’t going to let him come near you after everything he’d done. It was his fault you were in this mess to begin with. He’s lucky I didn’t fucking kill him. If he had stayed away from her, been faithful to you from the beginning–”

“Tony,” you interrupted, putting a hand on his forearm to stop him. “Please trust me when I tell you that the situation is a lot more complicated than it appears from the outside, okay? I’ve… I’ve seen things, things that showed me how badly she manipulated him, got into his head. I’m not saying he’s blameless,” you were quick to add when Tony opened his mouth to protest. “He’s got a lot to make up for– I know that; I’m just saying that the party who bears the most responsibility is dead. I want to see him. Please. I owe him my life.”

Tony pursed his lips as he assessed you, mulling over your words. “It’s against my better judgment,” he finally said, “but it’s your call. I’ll send him in.” He stood up, leaning forward to kiss the crown of your head.

“Tony, wait!” you said, before he could go too far. “The missing women. The strip club. What happened with them?”

“You did good, Kiddo,” he said with a smile. “Once we got you outta there, we were able to retrace your location to find the Hydra base where they were keeping you and get into their files– they kept records of every woman they sold, who they sold to, and where they went. SHIELD’s already picked up several of the buyers and identified the key players based on what you’ve been able to get us. We’ve been able to recover seven of the women so far, but Nat’s optimistic we can track down even more.”

You let out a shaky exhale. Seven women, saved from trafficking, with your help. “That’s amazing, Boss,” you said.

“And as for the club, Kozlov’s been arrested on a slew of charges; don’t anticipate he’ll be breathing fresh air anytime soon. And your buddy? Dimitri? He was real happy to start cooperating with us if it meant he didn’t go down with his boss.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief, a weight being lifted off your shoulders. They weren't going to be able to hurt anyone else, you thought to yourself. You’d help make sure of that. Maybe you could make your amends to Chloe, after all.

An idea came to you then. “Boss,” you began, “how much money’s in my swear jar now?”

Tony gave you a bemused look. “Kind of a weird time to be asking about that.” He pulled up his phone and touched the screen several times before letting out a low whistle. “Well I’ll be damned, Pocket. You certainly have quite the potty mouth– there’s almost half a mil in there!”

“I’ve sworn half a million times in the last twenty months?” you asked, incredulous.

“Do you doubt it?” Tony answered, grinning.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” you said with a smile. “Do me a favor? Take that money and divide it up among the surviving women, okay? They’re gonna need resources for a fresh start.”

“That’s real generous of you, Kiddo,” Tony said, giving you a fond smile. “I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah, well, I learned from the best,” you half-shrugged, grinning back at him. “Gotta pay it forward, right?”

Tony nodded, then turned toward the door. “I’ll make sure it’s taken care of,” he said. “And I’ll send in Barnes."

“Thanks, Tony.”

“Oh, and if there’s one thing this entire ordeal’s taught me,” he said as he put his hand on the doorknob, “it’s that life is short. I’m gonna ask Pep to marry me.”

“Tony!” you exclaimed, delight coursing through you. “That’s fantastic! Congratulations! I’m so happy for you!”

Tony smiled at you. “Be flattered, kiddo. You’re number two to know.” With a wink, he was out the door.

You closed your eyes, smiling to yourself. Tony Fucking Stark was finally settling down. You honestly thought you’d never live to see the day. Fuck, you almost hadn’t. You felt a dull ache in your left arm. It had been strapped down in a sling to your torso, preventing you from moving it, and you had the sinking suspicion there were probably pins holding the fracture in place. You were certainly in line for a long road to recovery.

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Clone wars headcanons that took me forever to edit

I feel like my last couple of headcanons have been mushy so I’ve decided to write some shit Ahsoka and Anakin do that piss each other off

Ahsoka bites the skin around her nails all the time and most of the time she won't stop till they’re bleeding

Anakin’s tried literally everything in the book to get her to stop

He tried putting spices on her hands forgetting that she likes spicy food, he’s tried painting her nails (like that’ll do anything) but she keeps picking the paint off, now he just uses the force to remove them from her mouth

That’s gotten a few growls from her but at least it makes her aware she’s doing it but it doesn’t stop her from bitting them a couple of seconds later

Honestly he’s given up and just sits in silence while she complains about the pain

Anakin paces whenever he’s even slightly nervous and she can tell how nervous he is depending on how fast he moves

If he’s just kinda anxious he moves pretty slow but if he’s like one shirt caught on a door handle away from a panic attack he’s teleporting

When Padme told him he was gonna be a dad he was ecstatic for about 24 hours but after that some invisible timer went off in his head he booked it to Ahsoka’s house (she lives down the street cause of course she does)

Walked into her room and woke her poor sleepy butt up with all his pacing

Girl swears to this day he broke the damn sound barrier with how fast he was moving

She just wordlessly sat up and patted her bed cause she knew she wasn’t gonna get any sleep until he did

She sat by him and listened as he rattled off all his worries and only really stepped in when the darker thoughts surfaced when it was all said and done she turned to him and said “Now let me kriffing sleep”

Should he have probably left the room yeah but he got a total of 30 minutes of “sleep” that night so it’s not surprising that he knocked the fuck out of

Padme was a little bit alarmed to wake up without Anakin but was quickly soothed when she read Ahsoka’s message “Your nerf herders with me”

She knew the pregnancy would dredge up some unhappy feelings and she also knew Anakin can’t think clearly if he doesn’t have Ahsoka to sort through the bullshit in his head

She just got ready for brunch with her two favorite people and smiled cause she knew Obi-Wan and Rex would join them for dinner with or without an invitation

When Anakin and Ahsoka were living together they would kick each other out of their own bathrooms

Why? Well Ahsoka said Anakin’s had better lighting and water pressure and Anakin would do it to spite Ahsoka because he knew it would piss her off

Slowly but surely their stuff gets moved into each other's bathrooms and it’s a weird amalgamation of crap

Also when they were living together Anakin would ask Ahsoka if she was hungry before cooking and she’d often say no because she didn’t want to impose but his cooking always looked and smelled good

So half the time girl would just end up eating some of his food when she thought he wasn’t looking

At first he was like “Snips you said you weren’t hungry” to which she would respond “Yeah I wasn’t hungry then but I am now” after that he starts making more food on instinct cause damn that girl can eat

Anakin gets back at her pretty easily tho by taking the first bite of her food whenever they go out to eat his excuse is that he’s “making sure it’s not poisoned” he never does this to Padme cause he respects her too damn much

And he can’t use that trick on Obi-Wan and Rex cause the former taught him the trick and the latter has a bullshit detecter built-in

Both Anakin and Ahsoka pull that trick on the twins tho (which gets them a quick scolding from Padme)

Speaking of the twins it’s not surprising that as they grow up they realize that their auntie isn’t human so of course like any normal child they have questions and Anakin being the little shit that he is spots an opportunity for some laughs

So he turns to the twins all serious-like and goes “Well my loves we actually found your auntie in a dumpster we have no idea where she came from” the twins are distraught and go to the nearest adult who just so happens to be their uncle Rex

And Rex also being a little shit backs up Anakin’s story with so much sincerity that even Anakin believed it a little bit

The twins being the angels they are apologize to their auntie for her terrible origin story with tears in their eyes and her reaction more than made up for the swift ass-kicking the boys got

When Anakin was taller than Ahsoka he made her life hell by making fun of her every time something was even slightly out of her reach

He would make a big deal about grabbing it for her while commenting about how the temple’s architecture wasn’t made with the “young ones” in mind

Obi-Wan has turned multiple blind eyes when Ahsoka socked the shit out of his arms when he tells one too many jokes some days

When she finally grows taller than him she makes the biggest deal about it and no one can blame her

While Anakin is the pilot Ahsoka is easily the navigator she often jokes that Anakin wouldn’t find his way out of bed without help

Which is funny cause he often acts like a herding dog with her putting his hand on her back or holding her arm to guide her

But he’s wrong 9/10 times so it’s not uncommon to see Anakin guiding her in one direction and then see him get dragged in the opposite direction a couple of minutes later

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Freeloader

Content Contains: NSFW, fem reader, 1st person, size difference (it’s Uvogin), Uvogin is a freeloader, dub-con, somno(?? mentions grinding and groping reader while sleeping), creampie, uhh a little possessive? barely any proofreading.

Word Count: 6.9k (shit is LONG srry)

The sound of a crash jolted me from my sleep. My eyes tiredly scanned the room before my feet slowly slipped onto the floor. The sound didn’t seem to come from inside, but it surely wasn’t far.

I made my way down the steps, careful to avoid the areas of the wood that whined under my weight. Nothing, or no one, was inside the house. A sigh of relief escaped my lips. However, that meant it came from outside.

Still cautious, I peered through the peephole, gazing around every angle before finally looking down. The sight of something large on my porch made me jump, the light barely allowing me to make out torn, white fabric. I quickly undid the lock on the knob, leaving the chain lock until I knew for sure everything was safe. I peeked through the crack, gasping at the image displayed on my front porch.

‘He’s fucking huge?? How can a human being be that… large?’ It took me a second to fully register that there wasn’t just a large man in front of my house, but that he was unconscious. His white shirt was bloody and torn almost completely off of him. I squatted and threw one of his arms over my shoulder, the weight causing me to exhaustively exhale. His arm was almost as long as I was tall, and nearly weighed as much as I fucking did. ‘You’re one heavy-‘ my knees almost buckling under me caused me to focus on the task at hand.

Slowly, with as much strength as possible, I dragged the abnormally large male into my house, letting him go with just the thought of getting his weight off of me. The sound of the crash and my house slightly shaking from the impact alerted me to how roughly he fell. “Sorry,” I said to him before realizing he was unconscious, and the fall probably was the least of his worries.

I quickly ran up to get my cheap first aid kit; it’ll have to do until the morning when I could call the doctor. I also decided to grab a bowl of water and a rag before I made my way back to the living room.

My hands gingerly tore the rest of his shirt off. My eyes widened in shock at the state of his wounds. Deep cuts, bruises in various shades, and other miscellaneous scrapes took their turns littering his body. I didn’t have nearly enough band-aids to cover everything, especially considering how large some of them wore. I didn’t even consider turning him over to check for anything on his back.

I cleaned the wounds and additional dirt as best as possible before placing the few bandages I had on the ones that seemed the worst.

I backed away and took the time to examine him. His chest rose steadily, his face looked as if he were peacefully sleeping. My eyes lingered on the bruise on his left cheek and gash above his right eye.

“What did you do to make them that mad?” I chuckled to myself as my back hit the front of the couch. I realized he was too close to me when I tried to uncross my legs. The thought of pushing myself on the couch created even more exhaustion.

Blink.

Blink. The morning sun was shining harshly on my face. Did I not close the blinds yesterday?

I sat up, the blanket sliding off of me as I stretched.

‘Wait…’ I looked at the floor. He was still there, but on his side now, one arm underneath his head as he snored. ‘Did he?…’ He couldn’t have, there’s no way someone with his injuries could even stand to be awake.

I slid over the arm of the couch, careful to make the same movements as I did last night to avoid any creaking.

Once in my room, my hands pawed over my bed eagerly, searching for my phone. I wasted no time in dialing the nearest traveling doctor; there was no way I could carry him out to my car, and I didn’t believe they even made ambulances that big. I relayed the information of the extent of the man’s injuries to the secretary on the phone after giving her my address.

I made my way back downstairs to check on the stranger on my living room floor. With how hurt he is, I wouldn’t be surprised if he slept all d-

“Ah, you’re awake,” a deep voice stopped me in my tracks.

He was sitting up with his legs crossed, both of his arms stretched behind his back while he yawned. He started pushing himself up to stand.

“W-wait!” I ran over to him to stop him, wondering if he hit his head so hard that he couldn’t feel anything. However, when I stopped in front of him I noticed that the bruise was gone, the gash almost completely healed too. My eyes trailed down his chest and abdomen; it was the same story, all minor injuries were gone while the bigger ones were well on their way of being healed.

“Oh, thanks for the bandages, hope you don’t mind that I took them off though,” his voice was gruff and deep with the reminiscence of sleep. He slid on a new white shirt. Where did he get that?

I just stared at him with shock. He was acting as just a couple of hours ago he wasn’t knocked out cold on my front doorstep. And how did everything heal?

“What am I going to tell the doctor?” I thought out loud.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow before yawning again. “Doctor?”

My head snapped back up so I could meet his eyes, “Well last night you were out cold and you had so many wounds all over,” I began to ramble, “so I brought you in and patched you up as best as I could. I couldn’t do the best work, but I used what I had. Obviously I had the intention of calling a doctor first thing in the morning, that was the only thing on my mind when I woke up. I mean, I thought you were dying or something. Anyone else-“

He let out a loud laugh, stopping me dead in my speech. “I forgot how worrisome regular folk are,” he let out another chuckle. Regular people? I guess I couldn’t argue with him on that; hell, I’m still not convinced he’s fully human. “You should probably call off that doctor, don’t wanna waste his time.”

“No, you need to get checked at the very least,” I protested, “you took multiple blows to the head and were out for hours.”

His figure towered over me, shadowing me from the sun. The gash on his head was even smaller now, had it been healing the whole time we were talking? “If it makes you feel better, then sure,” his voice was surprisingly more gentle than his appearance. “But I ain’t lettin’ a doctor poke and prod me all day. He’s checkin’ my head and that’s it,” he said playfully.

I nodded in agreement. “Just a small checkup is all I’m asking for.” I gave him a small smile, and he returned it with a big grin. His canines were sharp as hell…

Even with the man, whose name is Uvogin, sitting down on the couch, the doctor still had to pull up a chair to get a proper look at him. I cringed at every creak my poor couch made under the massive man’s weight, my jaw tightened even more when I caught a glimpse at the way it bent at the bottom. The thought of having to buy new furniture because of a bear-like stranger was enough to make tears begin to prick at my eyes.

“Everything looks… normal,” the doctor spoke, breaking me out of my couch trance, “his response times are perfectly fine, everything seems to be working correctly, and his wounds don’t seem in nearly as bad of shape as I heard. I think he’ll be alright Mrs…”

“Miss,” I simply corrected as I showed him to the door, “thank you so much doctor for taking a look at him.” I closed the door and stood there for a minute with my forehead pressed against the door.

“Told ya,” the gruff voice made me jump. For a big guy, he was quiet when he wanted to be.

“You must be hungry,” I exclaimed while looking at the clock by the kitchen entrance, “it’s already well past one!” I squeezed my way around him and walked towards the kitchen. “I have uh, eggs, meat….” I felt silly listing everything in my fridge, “What are you in the mood for?” I finally asked.

When I looked over the door of the fridge to the entryway where he was first standing, I was met with empty space. “Huh?..”

“You don’t got a lot…” My eyes widened as I felt his breath on the back of my neck. Why was he so close? It suddenly sunk in that I just have some stranger in my house… hovering over me.

Wait… I don’t have a lot? “I just stocked my fridge yesterday, but if you don’t see anything, we can always order something?” ‘No, he should be leaving, if he wants food then he can get it himself,’ the thought popped up.

Before I could debate my hospitality, his breath brushed against my ear, “You payin’?” A sense of dread hit my stomach, and my wallet.

After apologizing to the third delivery guy for the egregious amount of food, I shut the door. I slid my back down and prepared to walk into my living room-turned-buffet.

My eyes widened as I walked into the scene; there were literal piles of takeout boxes lined around my coffee table as well on the floor next to it. And he was already eating?! He couldn’t even wait for me to sit down?

“Are you gonna eat?” His mouth was full while he asked the question.

Exhale. I sat down on the other side of the couch, once again tensing at the sound of my poor furniture earnestly trying to keep us both up. ‘I should write a review for this brand,’ the thought made me chuckle a little.

He finished it. He finished it all. He even finished my fucking leftovers. I sat there with my back against the couch as he rubbed his stomach lazily beside me, the mess of takeout packages littered around my living space. The thought of cleaning up after he left nearly brought me to tears once again.

The main issue was, he wasn’t making any moves to go. “So…” I began, “where are you from?” My question earned me a raised eyebrow from the man as he stared at me.

“Why do you care?” Okay, rude.

“Simply trying to make conversation. I mean, you are kind of a stranger just… in my house.” This seemed to humor him.

“Alright alright, I’m from Meteor City,” my eyes widened in surprise. I’ve heard stories about the place, but I’ve never met someone from there. It’s also quite a distance from here.

“What brings you so far from home?” And who is beating you so badly you landed on my porch?

His brow furrowed like he was figuring out what to say, “Just passing through.” Okay, now I’m more curious.

“Any destination?” I pulled my legs onto the couch, leaning forward to try and meet his avoidant gaze.

He scratched the back of his neck, “Damn you ask a lot of questions. No, I’m just roamin’.”

When I realized he wouldn’t meet my eyes, I began to look past him, outside of the window. The sun was starting to set, painting the skies various blues and oranges. I would’ve taken in its beauty if it weren’t serving as a reminder that Uvogin is still in my house.

We sat in silence for a few additional minutes as I pondered on how to ask him to leave. ‘He could stay one more night,’ was a possibility, ‘but think of all the money he’ll eat and break,’ another possibility.

Before I could really make a decision, Uvogin was already spreading himself out on the couch, feet pushing off three piles of takeout containers onto the floor. He yawned obnoxiously loud, letting me know I should stop with the questions.

But the question of where he was gonna sleep pushed against my lips.

The image of him breaking the twin bed in the guest bedroom sent shivers down my spine, and I wanted to give my couch a break but I couldn’t just ask him to sleep on the floor. The image of when I first woke up replayed in my head, how peaceful he seemed curled up on my rug.

‘Like a puppy,’ I tried to force down the smile that played on my lips.

“Mr. Uvogin,” I turned to look at him. My face flattened when I saw his mouth wide open and his eyes shut, drool already beginning to drop from his lips.

A defeated sigh filled the air before the creaking of the couch followed it. It barely lifted after I stood up. My arms felt heavy as I pried myself away from the scene.

Shower and then bed. I didn’t realize how heavy my muscles were until I sprawled out all of my limbs across my bed. My bed was quite large, but I don’t think it could even hold Uvogin-

‘Who cares if a stranger can fit in my bed????’ I rolled around my bed despite having no energy, hoping that tiring myself out more would help my mind focus on something else.

I rolled around several times before finally settling into my blankets. The rising and falling of my chest slowed as I began to drift into sleep.

I woke up to my room rocking back and forth and my shoulder jolting around. “W-what?” The rocking stopped and my eyes landed on a blurry figure. As the room finally began to steady and my vision focused, I recognized Uvogin.

”You’re finally awake,” he grunted, scratching the top of his head, “your room is kinda nice; lots of little trinkets.” He looked around nervously, causing me to jump up.

“You haven’t broken an-“

“No no, nothing’s broken, everything’s fine,” he eased. “Where’s the menu for that take-out place? Unless you’re plannin’ to cook again?” My eyes widened at the audacity. He’s still here in my home and he’s got the guts to ask me for food? I studied his face for a moment, noticing that there wasn’t even a scar above his right eye.

I huffed and threw my legs over the edge of my bed, sliding my feet onto the floor. “I’ll cook something, but it probably won’t be enough to satisfy you until you leave.” My eyes met him at the last two words.

His eyes briefly widened before he slowly broke out a smirk, his eyes lowering, “I’m sure you’ll find some way to solve that.”

My face began to grow hot, the sudden feeling of my chest tightening caused my body to turn away. I tried to hide my uneven breathing on my way to the kitchen, trying to stay a couple steps ahead of Uvogin. ‘He didn’t mean anything other than he’s going to eat all the shit in my fridge.’

My arms were sore and I nearly fainted after placing the last plate on my kitchen table. There were 2 leftover stews on the table, 9 cups of rice on the table, around 30 eggs, and a stack of at least 26 pancakes.

By the time I sat down at the table and had a sufficient amount of water, Uvogin was already finishing his third bowl of stew and rice. ‘Greedy bastard,’ I cursed him in my head, my eyes burning into him. If he was concerned about my gaze, he didn’t show it. He continued almost mindlessly shoveling food into his mouth. Did he even chew?

I had finished half a pancake and a few spoonfuls of scrambled eggs before the sight of the freeloader completely ruined my appetite.

The deep sigh from Uvogin caused me to start rapidly blinking in surprise, “You were right, but it should be enough for the start of the day.”

I felt my right eye start to twitch, my hands grasping on to the table as I fought back the outburst threatening to spill out.

“Huh? What’s wrong with you?”

“Are you…”

“Hm?” My head shot up and my eyes met Uvogin’s.

“Are you fucking serious?” My words started coming out faster than I could think, “You wake up in someone else’s fucking home, unconscious and beaten up, then you offer them no explanation to what happen. Okay, that’s fine. But then you stay the whole first day despite being perfectly fine, and hell, you didn’t even thank me for the meal you had yesterday, you just took your ass right to sleep on my couch!”

“Whoa what’s-“

“Then to have the fucking audacity to wake me up in my bed, without even knocking first, by SHAKING me? To ask me to either cook or order you food? Are you a goddamn toddler? Both your legs and mouth work just fine, you could’ve mosied your ass right outta here and got your fill somewhere else. And oh my god the fucking nerve to complain that there wasn’t enough food to satisfy you? You’re a fucking unbelievable, self centered, freeloading lee-“

The bottom of Uvogin’s hand covered my mouth. My breath hitched as I felt his fingers reach the back of my head; his hand was huge. And the speed of which he crossed the room, I didn’t even register him leaving his seat.

My body began to tremble. Suddenly, I no longer wanted to meet Uvogin’s gaze.

I felt his warm breath brush against the top of my head as he let out a low exhale, I trembled harder in response.

“You’re so tiny… no wonder you couldn’t bottle your feelings up for so long,” he was teasing me. If I wasn’t so scared at the sheer size of this man and his sudden control over me, I could’ve been mad at how he wasn’t taking me seriously. “Look at me.” My eyes didn’t move, my vision unfocused. “Look at me,” his tone was more stern.

My eyes slowly moved to meet his. His eyelids were low and he didn’t have a tint of animosity on his face, but the small grin he had was unnerving; he knew he was truly in control right now.

“Good girl. Now, I’m gonna remove my hand from your mouth, and I don’t wanna hear anything unless I speak to you, understood?” I slowly nodded my head yes in compliance.

His hand slowly backed away from my lips and I let out a shaky breath. “You’re so good at following instructions,” the condescending tone in his voice filled my ears.

“I think your bed is much better suited for me, I’ll sleep there tonight,” Uvogin stated after a long drawn out silence. It had been a couple hours since we last spoke. After the shaky encounter at breakfast, I simply washed the dishes and continued to sit on the opposite end of the couch from him in silence. My eyes stared at the TV blankly, not registering what show was currently on while my mind replayed the scenario.

“M-my bed?” I hated how meek my voice sounded in my own home. He invaded my living room, fridge, and now my room?

“Mhm, it’s big enough. Besides, I can’t sleep on the floor all the time,” he chuckled as if it was truly funny.

‘All the time…’ as if he was staying…

My heart began thumping in my chest at the thought of Uvogin staying for another week, then weeks, then months… Surely he wouldn’t stay for that long though, he’s a drifter who’s place of origin is days travel away. Someone like him wouldn’t find a place like this suitable for settling anyway. It’s too quiet, and I’ve never even heard of people arguing with malicious intent around here before. A brute like Uvogin would get bored soon.

“Uvogin… I have work tomorrow,” I drew out each word, frightened that something would be seen as combative and gain a negative response. “I don’t think you can stay here.”

He laughed at my attempt to get him to leave, “I’m not a pet you have to supervise, I’ll be fine on my own.”

‘Why can’t you just leave?’ I wanted to get down on my knees and break down, beg him to go somewhere else. “Well, I’ll have to go to the grocery store tomorrow as well, so I’ll be gone all day. Besides, you’ve already said I didn’t have enough to feed you.”

“So I’ll go with you. I can stop by your job when you’re done and we can pick up the stuff I like.” It’s like he just couldn’t hear the parts where I was asking him to leave.

I couldn’t imagine Uvogin realistically walking through a store, pushing a cart and having me grab what he was interested in. The image could’ve earned a laugh from me yesterday.

I didn’t say much else until it grew late. I tried putting off going to sleep as much as possible, my eyes darted from the clock to Uvogin and back again. It was now 11:24, the rhythmic ticking slowly lulling me to sleep. I tried fighting it, I didn’t want to allow Uvogin in my room, I wanted to at least put up some kind of resistance.

Eventually my eyes blinked one last time.

The soft buzzing of my phone under my pillow pulled me out of the blank void of sleep. My eyes lazily opened as I let out a stretch, my hands gently pushing against Uvogin’s chest. I closed my eyes once again, being invited back to sleep at the knowledge that this was one of three alarms.

‘Uvogin’s chest?’ My eyes bolted open and I was confronted by Uvogin’s tan skin filling my vision, the hair on his body brushed against my face. My whole body tensed. I stayed still for what felt like hours as I listened to the surprisingly soft snores from the giant man. At one point, he mumbled something in his sleep before tightening his arms around me, pulling me more into his chest.

My alarm buzzed once again under my pillow, but this time I had to use a little more force to pull away from Uvogin to turn it off. I paused at the lack of snoring before my head slowly turned to face him.

His eyes were lazily gazing at me, blinking slowly as if he were fighting off the threat of more sleep. “Is someone calling you?” His voice was low and groggy, the words almost slurred.

I slowly shook my head no, “It’s my alarm. I have to start getting ready for work.” I slowly began pushing my body away from him, sitting up. It felt like a weight was taken off my chest as his hands loosened their grip.

“Can’t you miss it?” Why was he begging me to stay home?

“If I miss work, how am I gonna afford these huge grocery trips?” I retorted before my mind could catch up. I don’t need to afford huge grocery trips in the first place. He’s not staying.

Uvogin chuckled as the hand resting on my hip started moving back and forth, “Just take the stuff you want.”

“Like… steal?” I now turned my head back towards him with a confused look, “You’re wanting me to steal copious amounts of food from a grocery store?”

Uvogin simply nodded and shrugged his shoulders before he made a lazy effort to sit up. My bed creaked, causing me to cringe; the sound was much less abrasive than my poor couch though.

I sighed before shaking my head, “Uvogin, unlike you I live here, I like living here. If I stole something, I’d be banned from the store and arrested. I’m not some drifter unable to settle in one place. I’m here, I’m settled, I’m not risking everything for you to get a couple hours of satisfaction.” My tone was much softer than yesterday, and I tried to choose my words more carefully this time.

Uvogin was scratching the side of his head now in obvious annoyance, “I got it, I got it. You don’t need to keep going on these long rants.”

I felt a wave of relief wash over me at the lack of aggression that my rant earned; I figured the fact that he was sleepy along with my gentle tone played hugely.

My phone buzzed once again. I let out a breath before sliding completely out of Uvogin’s grip and off the bed. I got dressed in the bathroom, locking the door. I mentally prepared myself for another shift, this time there was a positive besides money; I got away from Uvogin.

I left the house without a word; Uvogin was already back asleep by the time I got out of the bathroom so I was already feeling lighter by the lack of interaction.

Within two hours of my shift, I felt my phone buzz. I checked it on my lunch break, finding three additional notifications.

>You didn’t say what time you got off.

>Can you send me the number to that restaurant?

>Your neighbors are fucking annoying, do they not have jobs?

>Can’t you respond?

The contact was already labeled ‘Uvogin’. When did he get into my phone?

I furiously texted responses to each question.

>7:30. There’s a flier on the fridge. The ones on my left work nights and the ones on my right have an unemployed son. I have a job to do.

My head fell between my arms. I didn’t even have enough to pack my lunch today, my mood grew more sour by the minute.

Seeing my coworkers duck and whisper as they exited the building let me know Uvogin was there before my eyes even landed on him.

“Hey,” he held up a hand but didn’t wave.

I simply nodded in acknowledgment while walking to my car. Uvogin followed close behind until I reached the driver’s door. He made his way to the passenger side but blinked in confusion at me from atop the roof.

I slid into the car without acknowledging him further. My eyes widened as it leaned into Uvogin’s weight as he sat in. The car gave a little shake at almost every movement he made. I groaned knowing that my gas was gonna burn even faster, and who knows what other problems this will bring.

I drove to the store, simply nodding or giving Uvogin short answers as he pointed out the window, asking questions about this or that, have I been here or there.

Never had I felt so watched in my life as I had when walking with Uvogin. From the parking lot through ever isle, there was at least one pair of eyes that trailed our movements. I wanted to shrink and throw myself in the cart under the mountain of food that Uvogin was freely picking. He looked at me in surprise when I told him he had 10 final items.

He wordlessly loaded the groceries into the car, out of the car, and into the house. I was finally grateful for him; it was finally only one trip from the car to the house. I began prepping dinner as the man started putting things away, asking where this, this, and this went, or if this had to go in the fridge.

By the time dinner was done, I couldn’t bring myself to eat more than half of my plate, pure exhaustion taking over my body. I felt Uvogin’s eyes on me before I heard the clinking of dishes as he walked around the table, then their clatter as he threw them into the sink. My eyes were fighting to stay open.

Uvogin pushed his hands under my armpits before hoisting me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as far as they could go. My head rested on his shoulder. I wanted to protest, I wanted to tell him to put me down, but I was far too tired.

Over the next three weeks I began to develop a routine with Uvogin; wake up after the second alarm and try to find my phone before it wakes up Uvogin, remind Uvogin why I work, go to work, come home to see he’s got most of dinner already cooked before helping him finish, shower, and watch TV before Uvogin carries me to bed. It was almost like he wasn’t some stranger who crashed in here, but instead a partner of multiple years.

My body began to relax over Uvogin as I felt the beginning of sleep, my limbs sprawled over top of him while we laid on the couch. Over the last week, Uvogin had moved past just cuddling me while I slept; he would hover over me with his hands on my shoulders while I cooked or washed dishes, he would pull me into his lap whenever we were sitting in the same room, or he would pull me over top of him when he wanted to lay down on the couch like now.

An almost purring noise coming from under me is what pulled me out of the entrance of slumber. Then I felt something hard rubbing between my legs.

‘There’s no way-‘ a soft grunt before Uvogin’s hips bucked into me ever so slightly confirmed my suspension.

“U-Uvogin!” I rose up as much as I could under his hand, his grip on my waist wasn’t tight but it didn’t need to be, he was strong even when he wasn’t trying.

“Ah shit-“ he let out a low groan, “you’re awake.” I wiggled more under his grip now. He pushed his hand down on my lower back, pushing out a soft yelp from me.

“What are… what are you doing?” My chest felt tight as my stomach twisted into knots.

He pushed harder into my crotch, a shiver traveled up my spine. My body began to tremble, “I thought- ah, I thought you were sleeping already.” His breath brushed against my ear and I felt my body beginning to shake.

“Uvogin s-stop. What are you talking about?”

“Stop squirming so damn much,” his breath was picking up as his movements became harsher. One of his hands toyed with the waist of my pants. “I usually wait, mmm, until you’re out cold. You’re usually so receptive too, your little hips move back and forth like you couldn’t wait for me to touch you,” he let out a low chuckle before his hand dipped into my underwear to fondle my ass.

His cock was rigid under my body, threatening to break through the fabric of both of our shorts. His hand was tough against my ass, the squeezing nearly bringing tears to my eyes. “Please… p-please be gentler!” I cried out. Uvogin grinned widely and I can already tell that it was because I didn’t ask him to stop.

My lips wouldn’t form the words ‘stop’ or ‘no’. The only sounds that came out of my mouth were moans or whimpers, which he took as an invitation to go further. His hand pushed further into my panties, reaching around to my clit. I screwed my eyes shut and buried my face deep into his chest.

His chest bounced up and down as he let out a loud laugh, “So wet for me, I knew that whole ‘I hate you’ act was a farce.” I could only shake my head back and forth to show my disagreement, still not being able to face him. “Oh?” I felt his finger tips brush against my clit lightly, causing my hips to buck against his hand while pressing further down on his cock. “Your body seems to disagree.” I could see the shit eating grin he definitely had in the darkness of my closed eyes.

“Might as well go all the way tonight since you know now.” Before I could even question what he meant, I was flipped onto my back, his large frame caging me on the couch. He did in fact have a shit eating grin planted on his lips. He pulled my shirt off of my body, then snapped off my bra; he whistled before his lips latched onto one of my nipples.

My back arched, pushing my breast further towards him. I felt his hands pushing down my pants and my underwear before he threw them across the room. My thighs pressed closely together at the sudden cool breeze.

He chuckled, “You’ve already grown comfortable with me, don’t pretend to be shy now,” he spoke like we had had sex a thousand times before. With little effort, he pushed my legs apart with one hand.

First he took over my living room, my kitchen, my room and bed, and now Uvogin feels entitled enough to take over my body. I should be angry, the tightness in my stomach should be built from anger, not from the pleasure from his tongue playing with my nipples as his finger traced circles over my clit.

My heart raced as his fingers rubbed suddenly faster. I looked down to see Uvogin grinding into the couch, his free hand palming his rock hard erection through his shorts. My face grew warmer in the shame of being the only one naked.

The shame didn’t last for long as my mind began growing quiet save for the thoughts of reaching my orgasm. “U-Uvogin, Uvogin I’m gonna,” I couldn’t think of a complete sentence as Uvogin’s fingers worked harder, his mouth sucking more aggressively on my hard nipples. The licking, sucking, and the biting made my head swirl, mixing light pain with intense pleasure.

Without much warning I came undone under Uvogin. My fingers wrapped tuffs of his hair and pulled, his head didn’t budge an inch. He wouldn’t stop, his fingers only slightly slowed anc his tongue only lightly brushing over my nipples as I rode out my orgasm on his hand.

“T-too much,” I meekly whimpered as I quickly entered overstim terrority. Uvogin just chuckled, his fingers steadily slowed down, but they didn’t stop as he made eye contact.

“You’re pretty when the only shit coming out of your mouth is the sound of wanting me.” I snapped my half lidded eyes at him, glaring to let him know I disapproved despite the moans slipping through my lips.

He pushed himself up a little, putting one hand above my head on the couch’s arm. The length of his cock pressed against my outer labia; I shuddered under the weight of it. There was no way it was gonna fit. As if he read my mind, “I’ll take it as slow as I can, but it will fit,” he growled lowly before rocking his hips back and forth.

I began to clench around nothing, whining quietly in anticipation. Uvogin’s sudden call to patience created a painful ache in my core; he was the one that couldn’t wait until I was truly asleep before fondling my ass, but now he decided to put years of discipline to use to stop himself from fucking me?

My jaw clenched, desperate to try to hold back any sounds in order to draw out his egotistical side, the side that needed me to let all the neighbors know how good he was making me feel. How the freeloading bastard was now laying claim to my body.

I shivered at the thought, the fact that the tip of his cock was now pressing at my opening was not helping me keep still nor quiet. If Uvogin was in a more stable mind, he probably would’ve held out longer, recognizing my attempts to frustrate him. He wasn’t in a more stable mind though. The annoyance from my silent treatment was evident on his face. I couldn’t refrain from smiling a little at my small victory.

Uvogin’s own grin wiped my smile away. I sharply inhaled, grasping desperately onto the couch’s cushions as the burly man began pressing the tip of his cock into me. His movements were slow, but not slow enough for me to get used to the current length before he pressed in further.

He bottomed out, stilling as his cock twitched. I tried to steady my breathing, tried to refocus my eyes, tried to stop my whimpering and whines at the sensation of his entire dick deep inside me, stretching me open. I heard his own breath hitch, “Fuck fuck fuck, relax!” he begged; it sounded like the wood in the couch arm was crushing.

It felt like hours before I could even breathe relatively normal, much less relax my cunt. Uvogin’s fingers rubbed lazily on my clit in an attempt to aid my issue. “It all fits,” he once cooed during the adjustment.

Uvogin took my calmer breathing as a sign to start moving. His hips slowly pulled backwards, my cunt clenched after it, desperate to refill the now empty inches inside of me. The desperation didn’t last long, he had only pulled out half way before the length of him pushed back in. He repeated this motion; half out, all in, half out, all in, antagonistically slow.

“F-faster please,” I begged, my mind couldn’t completely comprehend what I was requesting.

Uvogin’s lips cracked into a snarky grin before his hips snapped into me. I felt like I was gonna break at any second, his sudden increase in speed gave me no time to think. It wasn’t just his cock that sped up, his fingers hungrily went to work on my clit. My mind felt numb as my body rocked up and down while my moans and cries for Uvogin drowned out the aggressive creaking of the couch.

My arms wrapped tightly around Uvogin’s neck, he humored me and came closer as if I could actually pull him. His forehead pressed against mine with a gentleness I couldn’t imagine he had, my name left his lips with a sense of urgency, like at any moment I could break out of his grip.

My knees pressed against Uvogin’s hips in an unneeded effort to keep him inside of me. I felt every muscle in my body tighten as I clamped down on his cock, “U-Uvogin,” I choked out, “cum.. soon…” My mind could barely come together enough to form a string of words..

Uvogin’s thrusts were steady and harsh. “Cum, cum for me while I take you.” The words practically set fire to my pelvis as I shook under him, crying out the man’s name as I finally broke, my climax coating his cock.

His hips snapped more eratically, “Ah, fucking-, fuck!” His voice was so loud, I’m surprised the neighbors weren’t banging on my door already. I mewled at the unstopping feeling of his skin slapping against mine, his cock bashing my body, overwhelming my pussy.

I pawed helplessly at his chest, attempting to get away before the pain of overstimulation grew. The hand not gripping the couch was now pressed onto my stomach to keep me in place, also pushing down harder every time his cock pushed in. I couldn’t form words at this point, couldn’t beg him to stop or at least slow down.

He was pushing down more aggressively now, I felt his muscles tense. “Close, so fucking close to claiming you, finally claiming you,” his voice was low and guttural. My eyes rolled back, the words made me waver in excitement, in that moment I could’ve begged him for it. I didn’t want anything more than for him to fill me completely.

I whined loudly as I felt a second orgasm approaching. Drool was rolling down the side of my cheek, I was being fucked dumb. Usually calm and level headed, all it took was a couple thrusts from a guy who refused to leave to break me.

The thought drove me over the edge, I couldn’t hold back. Uvogin groaned as I came once again around his cock without warning. I felt limp for only a moment as my body tensed at the merciless thrusting.

This time, his body slammed against me roughly, causing me to cry out. His cock twitched eagerly as the length of his movements shortened.

Without warning, he pulled out one last time before burying his cock as deep as it could go, spilling his own orgasm out with a loud and deep groan.

I laid there, regulating my breath and regaining my thoughts as I felt his cum slowly leaking down my ass. My eyes blinked a couple of times, threatening to stay shut before I pushed them back open. My body finally lay limp, not a single muscle seemed to contain enough energy to perform.

It took a couple seconds for me to realize that Uvogin was stroking my head, that I was back on top of him in the same position as before we started all of this. My eyelids won the fight and finally shut as the calm rhythm of Uvogin’s heart lulled me to sleep.

‘Fucking freeloader,’ I thought with a little less malice.

#hxh x reader smut #uvogin #uvogin x reader #fem reader #reader insert #uvogin hxh #smut #smut fic #smut fanfiction #hxh smut #uvogin x reader smut #18+ only #18+ content #dubious consent #dude will just not leave #first person pov #i really don’t know how tumblr tags work help #also when am i supposed to post

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lick-me-lennon22 · 3 days

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How they'd react to you fainting

(thank you anon for this request !! it was fun to imagine how each of our boys would react in this situation 💕 I hope you all enjoy)

John

at first, John is convinced you're pulling a joke on him

he'd smirk and snicker, saying something along the lines of "If you wanted my attention you could've just asked, y'know"

when he fails to get a response from you, he'd kneel down and lightly tap your cheeks in an attempt to get you to snap out of it

"Hello...? Anyone home?"

however, when you don't immediately come to, his demeanor would shift to that of concern

John would become incredibly anxious and pace back and forth, muttering curses under his breath

"Oh, shit... Christ... don't go dyin' on me now"

he'd place his hands on your shoulders and give you a gentle but panicked shake

when he sees your eyes begin to flutter open, he sighs in relief

John would stand up and clear his throat, trying his best to regain his composure and tough exterior

he'd slip back into his usual playful banter, jokingly blaming his own charm for causing you to faint

however, you can hear the concern hidden behind his teasing as his voice wavers ever-so-slightly

you laugh weakly, reassuring him that it just happens sometimes and telling him you'll be okay

regardless, he would be extra clingy for the rest of the day, remaining vigilant to make sure you really are all right

Paul

upon seeing you begin to faint, Paul is caught completely off-guard

he'd let out a shocked gasp (or perhaps a bit of a girlish shriek) and try his best to catch you

he'd react quickly but calmly, cradling you in his arms and calling your name to try and bring you back to consciousness

"Y/N? Are you there, love? I'm right here"

he'd reassure you, stroking your hair and fanning your face gently in an attempt to wake you

he would maintain his composure for your sake, but on the inside he's deeply concerned to see you like this

Paul would make sure you're comfortable, humming softly to soothe you until you came to

you'd open your eyes to the sight of him hovering over you, his expression softening as he realizes you've finally awoken

"Easy now, darling- no need to faint on my account" he'd jest, trying to lighten the mood

he'd fret over you for the rest of the day, offering you everything you could possibly need and treating you even more like royalty than he already does

George

George would be a bit more composed in his reaction, but his concern would be just as strong

he would kneel beside you, checking your pulse and making sure your breathing is steady

he would display a sense of urgency, assessing the situation to the best of his ability

when he's certain you're stable, he would fetch you a cool cloth and place it on your forehead

he would call your name gently, trying his best to create a peaceful atmosphere to cause you as little undue stress as possible

he'd place a steady hand on your shoulder to provide a sense of safety and security for you, even subconsciously

when you finally wake up, George smiles softly down at you

"Good morning, sunshine. I brought you a little something"

he'd hold up a glass of water, which you'd gladly take as you sat upright, leaning against George while he rubbed gentle circles into your back

Ringo

when he sees you start to become lightheaded, Ringo is already visibly shaken

his intuition immediately kicks into overdrive

he'd place his hands on your shoulders and steady you as much as he can, gently laying you down on the couch when you've finally lost consciousness

he would hover around you nervously at first, unsure of what to do

with trembling hands, he'd check your vitals to make sure he doesn't need to call for immediate medical attention

once he's sure you'll be alright, Ringo would hold your face in his calloused hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs

he'd lean down and pepper your face with gentle kisses, hoping the sensation will bring you back to wakefulness

when he hears you giggle from the ticklish feeling, he'd let out an immediate and heavy sigh of relief

he would pull back and look down at you with a comforting smile

"Oh, thank goodness you're alright. What would I ever do without you?" he says lightheartedly, but you hear the sincerity in his voice

you reach your arms up and wrap them around his neck, pulling him in for a long, appreciative kiss

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babygirl-diaz · 2 days

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The Animal In Me Loves the Human In You (BuckTommy Omegaverse)

That's such a bad title but I suck at titles. Also sorry for writing Buck and Tommy so OOC

Summary: In which, Tommy gets hurt and Buck goes feral

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Feral alphas were sadly not a rare occurrence in their line of work. Every month, they came across a case of an alpha going feral, and then they would have to subdue the alpha and make sure they were taken to the nearest alpha care unit. Sometimes Buck and his team were there on time to stop the alpha from hurting anyone but other times, they were as lucky. It both scared and saddened Buck to see other alphas in that state. To think that he is also one bad day away from becoming them terrifies him but to see them not realize the damage they have done until it's too late saddens him too.

Lately, it has become commonplace for alphas to go feral and no one knows why that is. Buck figured there was something in the water. The same water he drank. Shit.

"Tommy! Hey!"

Eddie's voice brought Buck out of his thoughts and all his fears and sadness disappeared when he saw his omega, Tommy.

"Hey, fellas!" Tommy greeted them and his eyes shined when they landed on Buck. "How's it going?"

"What are you doing here?" Buck asked surprised. He resisted the urge to reach out to his omega and pull him in for a hug. But they were working, it wouldn't be right.

"Oh, Lucy and I are here to pick up your patient and transport him," Tommy replied.

"Yeah, I called them," Bobby chimed in. "There are no spaces at the local alpha unit so Jeremy will need to be transported to a facility in Santa Monica."

Buck subtly moved to stand next to Tommy and let their shoulders brush against each other. If he couldn't touch his omega right now then this would have to do.

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked once Lucy started talking to everyone. "I know these cases aren't easy on you."

"Nah, I'm good," Buck replied and smiled at him. "Especially now that you're here."

"You're such a sap," Tommy teased and rolled his eyes. "So what do you want for dinner tonight?"

"Y-"

"I am not on the menu," Tommy quickly cut him off and smirked.

"Well, that sucks. If my favorite dish isn't on the menu then how am I supposed to eat?" Buck pouted at him.

"You'll live," Tommy chuckled, shaking his head. "Anyway, we should get going."

"Do you have to? Can't you just stay a little while and watch me be heroic?" Buck pouted at him again.

"If you two are done flirting, can we transport the patient now?" Lucy cut in.

Tommy cleared his throat and nodded. Buck noticed the slight tint of red on his cheeks.

Buck watched Tommy go, and his heart clenched. He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Eddie giving him a knowing look. "You'll see him later tonight."

"I know, but I just miss him when he's not here with me. I told him to join us instead but he doesn't want to. Says he enjoys flying too much," Buck explained and remorsefully looked at his omega again.

"Come on, let's go. Our job here is done," Bobby told them.

Just as they turned around to leave, Buck heard a scream. He looked back to see Tommy and Lucy trying to hold the feral alpha down. The feral alpha grabbed Tommy's throat and Buck saw red. He growled and ran towards them.

Buck grabbed the other alpha's arm and tried to pull it off Tommy, who was struggling to breathe. When that didn't work, he growled loudly and flashed his eyes at the other alpha, forcing him to cower and let go of Tommy.

Buck kept snarling at him. All he could think was how this alpha tried to hurt his omega. The alpha in him took over and he grabbed the alpha's throat and squeezed instead.

"Buck!" Someone yelled and soon there were hands, trying to pull him away, but Buck didn't budge. He kept squeezing.

"BUCK!" Bobby growled and let his alpha through, flashing his gold eyes at him.

Buck let go of the alpha immediately and backed off, lowering his eyes at the alpha in charge. He immediately went to Tommy's side and checked on him.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," Tommy assured him and tried to smile but failed.

Buck frowned and checked his neck to see bruises there. He immediately wanted to kill the feral alpha again, but by now Hen and Chimney had subdued him and Bobby was keeping himself in between the feral alpha and Buck.

Everything was a blur after that. His entire focus was only on Tommy. He stayed close to his side as Hen looked at him.

"I'm okay," Tommy tried telling Hen but a low growl rumbled in Buck's throat. "Don't you growl at me, Evan," Tommy said, sounding more amused than pissed off.

"The damage isn't too bad," Hen told them. She said something else after that Buck heard nothing. His sole focus was on Tommy.

"Let's go. I'm taking you home," Buck told Tommy.

"We have work to do, Evan. We can't go home," Tommy gently told him.

"I don't care. I am taking you home where I can keep you safe," Buck told him again.

Suddenly someone grabbed Buck's arm and forced him to turn around. "Buck! What the hell were you people doing when that feral alpha attacked my girlfriend?!"

It was Taylor. Buck looked at her hand on his arm and then back at her.

"Get your hand off me before I break it," Buck warned the other alpha.

"You don't scare me, Buck!" Taylor scoffed at him. "You're a pathetic excuse for an alpha. You can't even protect your own omega! How could I possibly expect you to protect mine?"

"Taylor, stop," Lucy tried pulling her alpha back but it was too late.

Buck saw red once again and his alpha took over. The next thing he knew, he lunged at Taylor.

Someone shouted his name and then people were trying to hold him back. But Buck kept growling and snarling, and he only saw Taylor, having a deep urge to kill her.

Buck's only mission at that moment was to kill Taylor and the feral alpha who hurt his omega.

But he was being forced to lie down and was strapped to the gurney as he thrashed about, trying to break free.

"No, no, no, wait! Lemme talk to him before you give him that."

Buck heard Tommy's voice and then his face came into view. He reached out to touch Buck and Buck snarled at him.

"Evan, baby, hey, it's me. Your omega. Your Tommy. You remember me, right?"

How could Buck ever forget him? Buck stopped snarling and just blinked at him instead.

"Yeah, of course you remember me." Tommy smiled at him and Buck suddenly felt a lot calmer.

"Tommy?" His voice sounded small and pathetic to himself.

"Yeah, baby, it's me. I know you were just trying to protect me and I love you for that," Tommy told him in a gentle voice.

Buck's chest stopped heaving and he struggled to push his alpha back. "I'm sorry," he said when he finally won.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Everyone here understands that you were just looking out for me," Tommy assured him.

"How on Earth did you do that?" Buck heard Chimney ask. "Man, you just calmed down a feral alpha."

"He's not a feral alpha. He's my Evan," Tommy told him before leaning down to kiss Buck. Buck eagerly kissed him back and was freed from the restraints.

Buck sat up on the gurney and pulled Tommy close as he continued to kiss him, not caring who saw them.

#evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #tevan #911 abc #911 fic #omegaverse #alpha buck #omega tommy

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hearts444karma · 2 days

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「　𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐀 ！」　☆彡　luca kaneshiro

luca kaneshiro x gn!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ nsfw + nipple play. pet name⟆ msub + dom ⟆

Luca is still in disarray. he's sweating and panting, even though you two haven't even done anything too intense. his whimpers and groans are like sweet music to your ears.

you feel him try to grind his hips from beneath you, and you realize what he wants and stop what you're doing.

"babe..." he mutters, "oh my god..."

he pants, utilizing this as a break when really you've stopped to make him want more.

“what’s wrong, puppy?”

"it just... feels much better than i thought..." he says.

you give him a quick kiss on his lips, and your hands go back to his pecs. you start by rubbing his boobs and squeezing his nipples between your fingers. Luca begins moaning, grinding his hips from below you.

returning to sucking on his booba, you moan against his chest as you watch him writhe around beneath you. you softly bite his nipple to silence his cocky giggles. at this, he groans and tilts his head back.

"fuckin’... holy shit..." he gasps.

he grabs a fistful of your hair and runs his fingers through it. He begins to grab it, and you can feel he's getting near since he is holding you firmly in place while still allowing for further grinding. as you both suck his tits, you're now both moaning loudly.

your mouth leaves Luca’s nipple as his whimpers and whines get louder. you encircle him with one arm and pull him in for a kiss.

you break from the kiss to begin licking and biting his neck. you praise him incessantly, telling him how much of a good boy he’s being, how sweet he sounds, and how talented he is.

Luca’s desperate writhing quickly slows down and eventually comes to an end. you can feel him unwind against you as he pants.

"did you cum?" you ask him.

“yes..” he exhaled. the tips of his ears burning bright red when he realized how loud he was.

#.karmadelulu #luca kaneshiro smut #luca kaneshiro x reader #nijisanji en x reader #nijien #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #dom reader #luxiem #luxiem x reader #luxiem smut

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remuswriting · 22 hours

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MEET ME IN THE POURING RAIN; MIYA ATSUMU

Y/N decides to walk home, even though it's pouring. Atsumu and his truck save the day.

WORD COUNT: 1,950 words

TAGS: Feelings Realization; Friends to Lovers; Fluff; Post-Time Skip

NOTES: Do I write too much of Atsumu? I don't know and I don't care! Also, not beta-read. It's 2 AM as I post this so hopefully the amount of typos is not overwhelming

Read on AO3

The rain is relentless against the pavement and soaks Y/N down to the bone. The nice jacket his mother bought him for his birthday two years ago does nothing to keep him dry. It’s actually just weighing him down as the rest of his clothes stick to his body. He should find somewhere dry and wait for the rain to lighten up, but he just wants to be home already.

Y/N usually enjoys his walks home from his calculus lecture. Some days he listens to an audiobook or calls Atsumu to hear about what crazy things the MSBY Black Jackals have been up to. Although Atsumu may be annoying at times, he’s a phenomenal storyteller when he wants to be, and Y/N likes listening to stories after suffering through his three-hour calculus lecture. Atsumu also loves talking, so it works out well.

His phone buzzes inside his bag, signaling he’s gotten a text, but he refuses to pull it out. The rain will just ruin it, and he doesn’t have enough money to replace it. He imagines it’s Atsumu asking if Y/N is home yet or if he’s sound shelter to wait out the storm. Atsumu prefers calling over texting, says it’s easier to say what he needs to than type it out, but he waits until Y/N calls him because Y/N likes texting more.

His phone buzzes again in his bag—several more times, actually. There’s the possibility that it may not be Atsumu texting him. It could be Osamu, asking the same questions as Atsumu while also probably questioning him if he still has enough to eat since he meal preps for Y/N.

“It amazes me ya’ve survived this long,” Osamu said one day when staring into Y/N’s bare fridge. Two days later, he brought a myriad of containers of food, all labeled of what they were and smiley faces next to the messy kanji.

Y/N has always been thankful for the meals Osamu makes him, because he knows it does take time out of Osamu’s day, (also Osamu will not let him pay him for the food—was actually insulted when Y/N mentioned it) but he’s really thankful for those meals right now. All he wants to do is shower, put on some warm clothes, and heat up some food before watching the newest J-Drama he’s found on Netflix. The rain hasn’t put him in a cozy mood, but a mood that requires a cozy atmosphere to fix.

Lightning strikes across the sky, and Y/N really should find somewhere dry, but he’s so close to his apartment. There’s no point in stopping now. In roughly five minutes, he’ll be walking up the most likely flooded steps to his apartment. That’s what he tells himself when thunder shakes the ground beneath his feet.

For the first time in 10 minutes, a truck drives by him. Well, the truck actually slows down and matches his pace. It’s really his luck that he’s going to be killed in the pouring rain. It’s probably karma from not stopping. It’d really help if he could make out what the truck looks like, but it’s raining too hard to get a clear look. However, he faintly hears the truck window roll down slightly.

“What the hell do ya think you’re doin’?” Atsumu’s familiar voice yells over the rain. Relief crashes over Y/N because that means he’s not going to be kidnapped or killed.

“Walking home,” Y/N yells back so Atsumu can hear him, and he wonders how Atsumu knew it was him. The rain is coming down too hard for Y/N to make out the faded red truck Atsumu refuses to give up. It doesn’t matter that it’s quickly becoming a piece of shit with how terrible of a driver he is, he’s attached to the damn thing. “What are you doing?”

“Lookin’ for ya, obviously,” Atsumu says, and Y/N’s heart races a little. It must be because lightning makes an appearance once again, lighting up the gray sky. “Ya’ve not been answerin’ anyone’s texts or calls.”

Y/N rolls his eyes, even though he doubts Atsumu can see him. “I’m being rained on. Why would I get my phone out?”

“Why are ya lettin’ yerself get rained on?” Atsumu asks, as if that’s the real question. “I would’ve come and gotten ya if ya just texted me.”

It’s not a confession of anything, because Atsumu tells him that all the time. He tells Y/N how he doesn’t need to be so independent and can rely on him whenever he needs to. Atsumu is just like that, though. He’s so dedicated to the people and things he cares about, and really, Y/N is amazed he’s part of the small list of people Atsumu likes enough to consider his friends.

“It’s not that far of a walk,” Y/N says, and it thunders again. A sense of reality washes over him because if he stays out in the rain much longer, he’s going to end up sick. Being sick will make Atsumu fret over him by trying to take care of him while insulting him at the same time. It wouldn’t be such a terrible thought if Atsumu wasn’t so terrible at taking care of sick people. “Or at least not far enough that I thought to bother you.”

Atsumu stops the truck, and Y/N stops as well. He could just keep walking, but he doesn’t know how Atsumu will respond to that. Maybe driving up on the sidewalk to actually stop Y/N from walking away.

“You’re such an idiot,” Atsumu snaps, and Y/N flinches a little. “Get in the damn truck so I can take ya home.”

“My clothes are soaked,” Y/N says, and he wishes he could see Atsumu. It’s hard to fully know what Atsumu is thinking when he can’t see him.

“And? Get in the truck.”

“I’m going to get your truck all wet if I get in,” Y/N says, but he’s walking up to the door now.

“It’s already gettin’ all wet with the window bein’ down, so hurry your ass up,” Atsumu says, and Y/N grabs the door handle. His grip on it isn’t great because of how wet his hands are, but he manages to open it without issue.

Atsumu is soaked as well, which explains why he doesn’t care about Y/N’s clothes being wet. He really looks like he was nearly drowned, as if he was out in the rain for a while, but Y/N doubts he looks any better.

“Why are you soaked?” Y/N asks as the door closes. Atsumu’s hair is plastered against his head, but he still runs his fingers through it, and excess water runs down his wrist.

“I had to get out to my truck somehow,” Atsumu says, and the rain comes down harder, making the truck shake a little. “Don’t worry about me. Worry about yourself, cause if ya get sick, I ain’t takin’ care of ya.”

It’s unsaid, but they both know Atsumu will take care of him as he always does. Y/N does the same when Atsumu isn’t feeling well—physically and emotionally. They’re just there for each other in a way that doesn’t translate across the board. Because Osamu may meal prep for Y/N and Y/N may help him out in the restaurant sometimes, but they wouldn’t do the things Y/N and Atsumu do for each other. Y/N wouldn’t go over to Osamu’s house when he’s sick to take care of him, sleeping in the living room so he’s not alone for too long.

(Although, Atsumu does have Osamu. He doesn’t really need Y/N, but that’s never been talked about. Osamu just lets Y/N in and says he has to go check on his restaurant before leaving Y/N to care for Atsumu. Really, it’s a strange thing, but it’s somehow understood without saying anything.)

“Worry about yourself,” Y/N says as he rolls his eyes. “You’re more likely to get sick out of the two of us.”

“Am not!” Atsumu says as he starts driving toward Y/N’s apartment. “I’m an athlete, which means I have the strongest immune system ever.”

Y/N chuckles because Atsumu is the one who gets sick more often out of the two of them. “I’m pretty sure Sakusa-kun is the one with the strongest immune system.”

“We ain’t talkin’ bout Omi-kun,” Atsumu says, and his accent is coming out just a little more. It always does when they have these small, meaningless arguments. He’s always been one to get worked up over small things, even when he says he’s not. “We’re talkin’ bout ya and how you’re terrible when you’re sick.”

“I think you’re getting me confused with you,” Y/N says as he presses the back of his head against the headrest. A shiver runs up his spine, and he realizes Atsumu has the air on. “Why the fuck do you have the air on? Do you want us to get a cold?

Atsumu glares at him as he turns the air off. “Is it to yer likin’ now?”

Y/N hums. “Yes, thank you.”

His apartment appears in the window, and excitement rushes through him. All he can think about are the things that motivated him to even walk in the rain, and Atsumu is an added bonus. Atsumu can take a shower too since he has clothes at Y/N’s apartment, and they’ll watch that J-Drama and eat some food together.

Atsumu’s sudden silence has Y/N look over at him, and Atsumu’s gripping the steering wheel so tightly it’s concerning. Y/N just stares at him for a moment, trying to figure out what’s suddenly brought on this behavior. Atsumu has always been someone who just says what he’s thinking or feeling, and when he doesn’t, it still shows. He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve; he wears it proudly on his chest for everyone to see. Y/N just catches on better than most.

“Do you want to come in? I still have meals Osamu-kun made,” Y/N says, and Atsumu’s grip on the steering wheel loosens.

“Really?” Atsumu asks, and he sounds like an excited child.

Y/N chuckles. “Yes, really.”

Atsumu’s smile is bright and warm as they pull into the parking lot. Y/N smiles with him, and the familiar warmth he associates with Atsumu blooms in his chest. When Atsumu looks at him, it only grows to burn a little. It’s when Atsumu unbuckles his seatbelt Y/N realizes that part of him would’ve been crushed if Atsumu had said no. He would’ve understood, but having Atsumu with him will improve his mood better than any J-Drama will.

They look each other in the eyes, and Y/N gently tilts his head a little. “You didn’t get soaked just running out to your truck, did you?”

Atsumu’s smile falters slightly, as if he’s been caught, and his cheeks turn a gentle pink. Y/N nearly laughs, but he holds it in, just like he holds in the urge to run his fingers through Atsumu’s soaked hair. The brassiness in it has Y/N making a mental note to buy Atsumu more purple shampoo. After a moment, Atsumu chuckles a little.

“No, I didn’t,” Atsumu confesses before unbuckling his seat belt. “I didn’t realize the math buildin’ was so big.”

Y/N actually laughs this time. “Yeah, but next time I’ll make it easier to find me.”

Atsumu’s blush only grows to cover his entire face. “Ya better.”

#haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x male reader #haikyuu #atsumu x reader #atsumu x male reader

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ssreeder · 11 months

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THEIR WAVE AND THE SMILE THAT CHANGED TO A SMIRK IJSHDJSHSKDBDJ

#hahaha I love that Sokka & Zuko were on the same wavelength thete #Zuko was genuinely happy to see him #then he quickly realized shit. now I can go to him #but hopefully Sokka doesn’t go to Zuko and Zuko go to Sokka & then miss each other completely lol #boom. no reunion AGAIN #jk y’all know I wouldn’t do that #I mean i WOULD #but I WONT #because I am K I N D :)#love youuuuu #esswantspez #liab #ITF #ask

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burymeinblack2022 · 2 years

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ppl will see you calling gerard ‘babygirl’ and think you’re one of the freaks who legititimately only refers to him as ‘she/her’......i think the bird app might be messing with your reading comprehension for real

#me going thru likes from months ago trying to push them to the top of the page to realizing i'm blocked....ok babe i can still see ur posts #quickly becoming tumblrina enemy number 1....#get well soon i guess... i'm a fucking delight enjoy ur terrible decison ma'am xx #*decision #like. fr i thought we left pointless infighting on the bird app....y'all wanna start disk horse on here too??#all i know is i don't have the mental capacity for petty bs so go ahead and block me i'll block you too #it's my godgiven right to babygirlify middle aged men ....deal with it #babygirl i'm blocked by alt blogs you've never even heard of.....so many mutuals in law too #wow anna said something #anna's shitposts #i think i'm too lenient with blocks bc i only block ppl if they're truly assholes/terfs/whatever scum y'all will be blocking ppl for existi #txt #like i'm sorry i think there's a difference between going 'she's my lovely wife/he's so babygirl' in the same post and acting like #his pronouns are now 'she/her' bc he wore a dress....go touch some grass sniff a flower idk #fr in pretty much every post i do that i always make sure to use his actual pronouns so ppl know i'm only goofin #but obv when u rb tags are lost so. sometimes in the post itself too #tbf i didnt even know ppl did this to him bc i dont go on the bird app....i #i literally left bc ppl started shit out of nowhere out of nothing and it's not worth the mental toll for anyone

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screampied · 3 months

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MONEY HONEY! — ☆ GOJO SATORU.

➤ popstar!gojo masterlist

headline. fucking your client wasn’t on your bucket list. the famous popstar 'toru' says he can’t perform because of issues he’s having with his voice. but he finds another way to warm up his vocal cords—it involves being between your legs.

word count. 4.2k

warnings. fem! reader, popstar!gojo, pwp, unprotected sex, modern au, he's a whiney brat, overstim, degradation, praise, semi public, impact play, cunnilingus, fingering.

an. lol this was fun 2 write !! ty @osaemu as always for beta'ing

“…nono, you don’t understand. i can’t go out there, i just…can’t—!” gojo mutters, and he’s pacing back and forth. talk about a drama queen. to think you had to deal with this every day, being the infamous satoru gojo’s personal assistant was never an easy task. his attire was…quite enthralling to say the least. gojo was draped up in a sheeny black one-piece with rhinestones attached in a few places, he always had his outfits designed a certain way. not too tight, not too big.

you sat on the sofa, taking a sip of a latte he bought you as a thanks for saving him to deal with the hoards of paparazzi that practically lived outside the stadium back-way entrance.

“satoru, you do this before every show,” you sigh, glancing at him. you couldn’t lie to yourself, he was strikingly handsome. gojo’s hair was a tad bit messy and ruffled. it was a slight v-cut towards his chest to show a bit of skin. his fangirls always went wild over the most minimal things such as that. “you do realize you’re supposed to be performing in front of 10,000 people? canceling right before a show isn’t a good l—”

“i know…i know,” he pouts, and he’s so unserious, you sort of found it hard to believe this was a millionaire pop star who’s such a household name. gojo lets off a loud sigh before walking towards you with a sheepish grin. “these cough drops you’ve been givinʼ me haven’t done shit.”

“really...” you deadpan, casually giving him nothing but a sly eye roll.

gojo sulks and he’s just a few feet apart from you now. “mhm…really,” he says, and the slight rasp in his voice catches your attention. his earpiece was still on, as well with his mic that hung just barely underneath his chin. “i did research though. about other methods that help with heh, um vocal fry..”

you stare up at the popstar, and he’s returning the gaze…as if he was trying to hide the smile that was already forming against his pink lips. you don’t give him an answer and this time, he’s the one to roll his eyes.

“…well since you asked so nicely,” he grumbles, the same pout going against his face before he pulls out his phone. gojo scrolls a thumb down against his bright screen before clearing his throat. “hm, according to this totally accurate article, it says… to fully recover from vocal fry, a guy must uh, receive a special treat within a woman’s—”

you blankly stare at him, already second-guessing his fake response. “just say you want to eat me out, satoru.”

“wha— where’d you get that impression?” he plays dumb, furrowing his eyebrows and cowardly looks around the room. a few seconds go by before he shrugs, speaking quickly, defeated. “….fine i wanna eat you out. hmph.”

you turn your head for a brief moment, hearing the defending roars of the crowd just a few areas down from the dressing room the two of you currently stayed in. “maybe after your show, they're chanting for y—”

“they can wait,” he frowns, and he turns you around, two hands softly holding onto your shoulders. gojo remained with a pout, bottom lip just slightly tucking underneath the top one. “i can’t.”

the both of you grow quiet for a long moment, and gojo seems serious—dramatic, but serious. you and him both exchanged sensual eye contact, and you were so close to gojo that you could practically smell the strong cinnamon scent of his intoxicating cologne. the popstar smooths his lips together before briefly shifting his eyes down at the floor and then back up at you.

“five minutes…five minutes, that isn't too long is it?” he stammers, and the gaze the two of you made starts to get more and more intense. “i won’t get into too much trouble if it's just five minutes right?”

“you’re insufferable.” you mumble, letting off a soft sigh. “okay, five minutes. if you say this helps with your—vocal whatever.”

not much to your surprise, five minutes turned into half an hour.

you held back a moan the sudden second you felt gojo’s warm tongue swiftly lap against your drenched folds. he made you wriggle against him, and you maintained a rough grip against the laid-back sofa.

“s-satoru,” you’d whimper out, gasping at how sloppy he was. you were prompt up in such a position to where you were bent over the arm part of the couch, skirt lifted, fishnets just barely pulled down, and the most vulgar expression. “oh my g-goddd, you're gonna make the others outside h-hear.”

“you’ll just have to be a little more quiet, assistant,” he whispers, cool breath fanning against your pussy. perhaps this was unprofessional, no it was very unprofessional. a plethora of following consequences started to race through your mind. “what time is it?”

you moaned, reaching near the wooden half table for his watch and read the time, “um.. quarter past eight.”

“aw man,” he sulks, softly licking the your tender pulsating numb with the very tip of his tongue. with a quick second, he maneuvers circles all over your clit to feel you squirm and jitter against him. “that much time passed? can’t stand rushing…”

as you cling onto the fluffed couch, your black pencil skirt that was just sluggishly raised up and yet, you continued to gnaw the inside of your lip from the feelings of his tongue, entirely sloppy.

the slurps that exited from his mouth had your bottom lip quivering in such desire. you craved more, the way he swirled and curved the length of his tongue throughout your pussy earned umpteen gasps and whines from you.

“s—satoru,” you’d croak out, and he’s casually taking the time to make out with your folds. languidly, your slick race down his chin, and between breaks to breathe, he'd lap up his tongue before diving back in. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum again, think ‘m gonna cum..”

“wait a little longer, yeah?” he murmurs, grabbing the fat of your ass with two rough hands. you felt bundles of butterflies stir inside your stomach, feeling gojo’s nose swipe against your folds for a few jiffs. “let me eat, haven't had a good meal all fuckin’ day.”

you swallowed, not even facing him but you could practically see the grin stretching across his lips. “and…and who’s fault was that?”

he chuckles, warm breath fanning against your cunt. “okay, you have a point,” and your thighs feel feverish—you’re so hot, and not because of the sudden humidity wafting around the small dressing room.

the popstar lolls out his tongue, humming before you moan, feeling him lick your pussy in a straight direction. “mhm, this is better than anything else though.”

you were about to speak, but all that did was make you let out a shaky whine. the smooth pads of his thumbs graze against both parts of your ass as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. it was as if time stood still, your mouth grew exceedingly dry and your legs felt like they could barely stand up on their own.

“sa..satoru,” you once more repeated, not knowing how long you could last. simply, his tongue was dangerous—god, it was just the way he moved it in every direction.

he knew where to lick, where to suck, and even nibble. gojo found himself tickling his tongue against your little nub before sucking on it. all to hear you cry out in desperation. cacophonies of whimpers depart from your glossed lips such as, ‘satoru,’ ‘please-please,’ and ‘m gonna c-cum.’

there was no denying, gojo had you an entire stammering mess. you found yourself even questioning how this became, the two of you were never intimate. although, there's always been steamy moments between the two of you.

for instance, there was a moment where gojo took you with him to the hot springs while he was on tour…which non-surprisingly led to a hot make-out sesh. that was a few months ago, and the two of you decided to not think much of it. of course though, there are always assumptions being made about the two of you—always from the nosy journalists and interviewers.

each interview, it’d always be questions they’d ask about the precious little assistant that’s essentially attached by the hip to the famous gojo satoru.

“are you and that girl exclusive yet?”

“how long have you two seen each other?”

“please. describe to us. what’s she like in b—”

they’d get more perverted each time. alas, gojo always loathed it whenever the press referred to you as ‘that’ girl.

his jaw would always clench in sheer annoyance. perhaps he didn't have the right to feel that way, but he was somewhat protective over you. it wasn't like you were his bodyguard or anything clearly, but still. he always liked how you treated him just like you’d treat anyone else.

“satoru..” you'd cut him off from his deep thoughts. “your phone keeps beeping.”

“huuuuh?” he grouches, ears perking at the annoying screech of his device. gojo’s thumbs remain against both edges of your ass before he breaks off his lips, a long string of his own saliva running down your slit. “oh, can you hand it to me?”

he's so nonchalant, and with your back still arched, you lightly fling his phone towards him.

he grumbles.

picking up the phone, typing in his twenty one digit passcode of ‘sexymansexyspraycan69’ before with a click, it unlocks. gojo darts his eyes towards his phone and hums at the five messages left from his manager, kento nanami.

‘Greetings. Where are you? Message me Ass.’

‘ASAP. Autocorrect.’

‘Your fans think your dead.’

‘Don’t tell me you're busy with that assistant of yours again.’

‘When your sales start going low, don't blame me.’

and many more unread, “blah blah yeah yeah,” gojo murmurs, skimming through the loads of unread gray bubbled messages. “nothing important. geez, can't have a single moment to myself.”

you were so close to orgasming and that's when gojo flips you over to face him—you're panting and he flashes you a soft smile, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “aw, waiting for me?” he whispers, bringing a gentle kiss towards the inner corner of your neck. his touch was immensely warm, something you just couldn't describe. “you wanna cum don't you, baby?

“m-mhmm.” was all you could manage out, wrapping your arms around him as he got right between you. gojo continues to trail kisses down your neck before chuckling.

“use those words, c’mon. don't be shy. i wanna hear ya tell me what you want.”

the way he was such a tease, you couldn't stand him, then again you could. so annoying, gojo’s warmth of his performing outfit brushed against your skin. the perfectly knitted fabric of it dancing against your skin as he inched closer towards you. “tell me how much of a messy girl you wanna be.”

“i—” you started, and he took a moment to stare into your eyes. gojo looked so pretty, smug yes, but pretty. long lashes each time he blinked, fluttering against him. whenever he showcased that well-known cheeky smile of his, his dimples would poke right against his lips. “i-i wanna cum. please, lemme cum, ‘toru..”

“pretty girllll wants to cummmm,” he sings in a playful melodic tune. again, you couldn't stand him. singing right in the middle of something so intimate. gojo runs a hand down your buttoned-up shirt before chuckling. “hm, i suppose. go ahead, let go fʼr me.”

once you do, immediately your vision turns dizzy. all you saw was a few blotches of white, and it feels so good that the feelings have you biting down on your lip. gojo leans into your neck, whispering sweet nothings against you while giving your ass a soft caress.

“good girl, just let go…yeah,” he purrs, giving your collarbone a gentle suck. you taste so sweet to him. you're addicting, simple as that. like candy he can't get enough of.

gojo satoru had a sweet tooth for you, there was no doubt about it. “fuck, i can just suck on you all day,” he utters in a low voice, and his warm hands part your thighs so he can get a bit more between you. “i need more…fuck the fans, i need you.”

“idiot, don’t say that..” you moan, and he's kissing all down the crevices of your neck again. gojo’s lips against your tender skin gave you chills. even still, you were so hot, from the neck down. it felt amazing, the feeling of him sucking and kissing against your skin to such a point that you're just throbbing. “t-they’re waiting for you.”

“they can keep waiting,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss near your chest, moving the exclusive backstage lanyard pass away with a slight grip. “damn, you don't know how hard i’ve been during rehearsal. i—i think about you, you know?”

you gawk up at him as his body towers over you, his costume glimmers in the light before he starts to peel it off carefully. you were taken by surprise so you mutter, “you…you do?”

“well yeah girl,” he rolls his eyes, such sass in his tone, following with the low rasp that hid underneath his voice. “you drive me crazy in the worst way.”

“the feeling’s mutual, popstar.” you utter, a glint in your eye.

“hmpf. now that i was nice enough to let you cum, you decide to be a brat, huh?” he raises a brow, using two fingers to brush his mic piece aside.

a coyish grin goes against your lips. “sorry. are you gonna do anything about it?”

“…shut up..” he grumbles, and he does.

pretty much, you then found yourself on your hands and knees on the couch, feeling gojo caress your ass briefly before meeting the mounds of your skin with a mean spank.

you suck in shortened breath. “ooh,” he says as you moan in unison of the light thwack. “you get off on spanks, huh?” he utters in a grouse, the feeling of his palm kissing against your skin making you continuously pulse.

“n-no.” you spat.

“liar,” he matches your snarky tone, and you let off a gasp once you feel him finally rub the tip of his dick against your folds. gojo grows abnormally quiet the minute your slick coats his length freely. “fuckkk,” he sighs, eyes closing for a short second. you teasingly wriggled your ass against him and he spanks you again. “you’re so impatient, wait.”

“do you even know how to fuck?” you slip out, and you held back a giggle. perhaps you shouldn't have said that, your thoughts did speak way more than they should anyway.

gojo’s eyebrows curl into a furrow, and his voice genuinely sounds offended. “wha—?! of course i do.”

“just asking.” you tease.

“just asking,” he mocks your tone, completely butchering it purposely and gojo slowly starts to make his way inside of your tight pussy. he's gradually moving himself in, and you let off a moan before he continues, “yeah. shut the f-fuck up.”

a small grin stretches against your lips, because you hear how gojo stutters whilst sinking inches into you. even while trying to be mean and degrading, he was so close to moaning himself. it was simply adorable. you maintained a mere pristine arch while biting the inside of your cheek once more.

“you're s-so wet ‘n sloppy,” he huffs out a groan, and the squelches your pussy made against him was simply enticing. for a second, you grew mute once you gave your own body a listen. just the faint sounds of gojo’s jagged breathing, “f-fuck, ‘s good. keep facing that way, just like that. good.”

gojo’s touch against your spine was purely gossamer.

he was soft, gentle, delicate.

yet the minute he started to create a pace with his rollicked hips, he couldn't contain himself. the way his dick probed throughout your walls, you kissed your teeth in longing—just for him to just hurry.

gojo was always such a tease, the fat plump head of his cock dabbing against your pussy.

“s-stop playing and just put it in.” you moaned, growing impatient by the mile.

“heh, you know what they say,” he mumbles, you pulse even more once you feel him slide in about a single inch or two…only to then go right back out. “patience is a virgin.”

“…it’s virtue.”

“that’s what i sai—”

“just fuck me.” you whined.

gojo giggles, and finally, he starts up his slovenly pace again. he grips onto your hips before sighing. he takes note of the way you progressively suck him in.

you linger over the couch, the fabric of your own pencil skirt just hovering over your waist before gojo starts to sway his hips.

you had to stop yourself from being so noisy, executives were probably in the other room.

some kind of meeting perhaps occurring, yet here you were, happily entangled with your client. such thick inches he was dumping into you had nearly drooling. gojo’s base was rotund and fat, thwacking and thwacking against you to where you're so dizzy.

“f-fuck, ‘toru.. ‘s good.” you whined, every few seconds he’d smack your ass to watch your ass jiggle with such recoil. it was one of his favorite moments to witness. as your lips stuck together, your thighs already felt weak and tremulous.

“damn girl…didn't expect you to s-start throwin’ yourself back again me,” he sibilates, and for a concise moment his head goes back. a groan flies past his glossed pink lips as your ass continued to thrash against him. “you're such a needy girl. tryna…f-fuck me back..”

the way his voice unintentionally got low whenever he was in such a trance had you throbbing, such convulses making you nearly weak in the knees.

to you, the feeling was indescribable. such pools of heat ran between your legs the more his thrusts picked up.

his dick reached every spot, so much so being precise—you felt the curve of his length analyze all throughout your inner walls. it didn't miss a spot, he reached deep and you let off the cutest whimper. “god, r-right there. please, ‘toru. y-your curve, ‘s reaching me deep.”

“you f-flatter me,” he pants, trying to ignore his flusteredness. gojo’s right hand, the hand that had a half-cut open glitter glove that coordinated alongside his outfit ghosts against your ass. his lip quivers from his pace, and the way your pussy just sucks him dry, a few splotches of pre-cum cutely coated against the outer part of your ass. “fuck, dunno how much i can take with you movin’ your ass against me like that…shit, shit.”

“…s-satoru,” you breathed, biting down on your arm to suppress your moans a bit. not before long, he deepens the angle and you feel his sharped hips piston in utter contentment. “fuck, f-fuck. ‘s deep.”

gojo groans, swallowing the nonexistent lump in his throat before he feels himself coming close.

“think you’re gonna m-milk me dry,” he gasps, jerk after jerk his hips go against you at full throttle. the base of his dick, you hear the pap pap pap noises commence, and it’s so obscene. “shit, think ‘m in love,” and then you grow hot. it’s a long inelegant pause before he adds to his words, “…i-in love with your pussy.”

you were gonna comment something, but you were too fucked dumb to comprehend anything. you’re basically being fucked stupid into the cushioned sofa. the cottony bristles of the fabric went against your skin as your body lurched forward each time.

splaying at an almost animalistic pace, gojo’s ears, the very tips of them at least grow incredibly hot, you’re making his body heat up, scorching. the way your pussy tightly hugged around him like a vice, he was obsessed.

he just couldn’t get enough. to think this was the first time he’s been this intimate with you—oh, how he could only imagine what it’d be like for a second time, or a third time, or a…

“s-satoru, your phone’s ringing..”

he grunts, glancing down to see the bright-lit screen display, and this time it’s geto. with an eye roll, he ignores it, still gripping your hips, he’s attaining his peak before he lets off a husky groan. “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum.. can i—?”

“y-yes, jus’ do it, ‘toru,” you spoke, not even letting him finish his sentence—you knew what he was gonna ask though if he could shoot inside. you were so drunk from his dick, thoughts on your mind were straight mush.

“okay, okay,” he breathes, and even his moans were pretty. figures, gojo was a soprano, so he was bound to sound angelic, even while moaning his head off. it had the perfect pitch to it, such rasp in it, almost breathy.

you feel gojo’s pelvic bone thrust a bit more at a quickened pace, accelerating just a bit more and his nerves were just going wild. “fuck, f-fuck..” he grunts, and he starts to grow a bit whiney, his sloppy hits against your rear made out to be a tad bit voluntary, rhythm a bit more expedite, and he clenched his jaw.

once gojo came, it's so much.

thick ropes that seeped right into you. you moan, and he pauses his hips just to watch, feeling himself pouring all inside. velvety ropes of the popstar’s cum fills you up to the brim. you're panting, he's panting, and gojo was in love.

was it love? he didn't know, but his pupils were dilated for sure.

his breath hitches once he slowly pulls out, watching his own cum slowly spill out between your folds and he lets off a moan. “made me fuck such a mess into you,” he spouts, running a thumb down your slit to watch you cutely jounce against his touch.

“you ruined my panties.” you whined, turning over to face him—gojo leans in for a kiss, and you return the favor, tasting yourself once more on his lips. the sweetened taste of your own slick that still remained all over his tongue.

“baby, it's not like you need them,” he rasps, grabbing ahold of you, and he positions you to get on his lap. “besides, i was gonna ask to keep them.”

“why?” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck, slipping off a moan at his already sensitive tip hovering against your entrance as you realigned yourself.

timidly, he runs a hand down his neck. “y’know. for uh…good luck? was gonna keep them in my pocket or something.”

“you're so—”

“shhh.” he hums, interrupting your words for another tender kiss. your tongue slides against his, and he tastes minty.

as his breath collides against yours, you playfully bite down on his lip. gojo grunts, and he’s making your way inside again. gingerly, you sink down against his thick base and he gives your ass a mean squeeze before spanking it once you start to move.

“oh f-fuck…fuck, forgot how sensitive-” he hiccups, watching with half-lidded eyes at your hips rotating against him in an orderly fashion. you moan from his pleasure, taking a second to swallow before whimpering—softly, you kiss against his neck and he grunts. “you-you make me feel so good, baby.”

gojo’s almost at a lost for words, he’s had his fair share of women, but none could make him feel like this.

besides, he's never had the time. touring day in and day out was a hassle, and intimacy was a straight no due to his overly busy schedule.

although, whilst the two of you were screwing around, making out and you're riding him cowgirl, that’s right when the wooden creaky door bursts open.

not to anyone’s surprise, it's no one other than gojo’s best friend and bassist, suguru geto.

“you've got to be joking,” he utters with crossed arms, immediately darting his eyes away. “everyone’s been calling you, there's a search party, and—”

geto pauses, tilting his head. “…is that my clothes you're wearing, satoru?”

“suguru…hey man,” gojo gasps, nervous laughter following his tone—you jump in surprise, and he wraps an arm around your waist. “i’m… kinda of busy here.”

“i don't give a fuck,” he grumbles. “by the way. your mic was on the entire time. you moan like a girl more than her.”

gojo’s eyes widen, reaching for the tiny button near the edge of his mic.

indeed, the switch was turned on and he awkwardly laughed, bringing the speaking part up to his lips.

“eheh…hey mic check?” and he could hear himself echo through the ear piece. embarrassing.

despite you still being inside, you just sat there—geto staring away, not even trying to comprehend what was happening before gojo coos out a subtle cheeky, “uh…i didn't know my mic was on. my bad.”

“you're so stupid...” you run a hand against your forehead in disbelief. an entire stadium practically heard the both of you.

the heels of geto turned before gojo brings a finger against your lips to shush, and he pouts. “sugu wait,”

“what.” he mutters, turning back around.

“wanna join…? don't think a few more minutes wouldn't hurt…r-right?”

“…….”

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tender-rosiey · 9 months

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“A BIT GENTLER, PLEASE?”

— gojo, nanami, geto, and sukuna feeling their baby kick (f!reader)

GOJO SATORU:

satoru was always all over you, one clingy and affectionate husband.

truthfully, while you would like to say that he is annoying and is making you regret ever getting pregnant, you have to admit that he makes being pregnant a lot easier to endure. his light-hearted way of speaking puts you at easy somehow.

he also made it very obvious that he is excited for the baby, maybe even more than you’re. one of the many ways he shows his enthusiasm is through buying baby clothes and baby equipment and I mean a shit ton of them.

that’s why you’re not surprised when he enters the house with yet another batch of baby clothes, “wifey, I am home!”

you get up and waddle your way to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “what did you get this time?”

“I thought you would never ask,” he smirks before pulling out each and every one of the outfits he got.

you’re sat on the couch with a cup of your favorite warm drink as you listen to his rambles, “first off, I got this really cute blue dress! call it a dad’s instinct but I think she will have my gorgeous eyes,” he grins.

you nod absentmindedly as he continues, “second, I got this yellow jump suit? overalls? dungarees?” he switches his accent in the end and you roll your eyes. he resumes, “eh, I don’t care, but it’s pretty so who cares?”

he puts the clothes aside before kneeling in front you, hand resting on your stomaxh, “right, baby?” he coos, “daddy’s going to get you all the pretty outfits you want!”

you’re about to drift to sleep while your husband busies himself with the baby, but you’re quickly brought back to consciousness when you feel her kick against your stomach.

your husband’s gasp quickly follows after before he presses his ear to your stomach, “can you do that again for me, pretty?”

his other hand moves to hold your own and he guides your hand to his hair, “somehow, this is making me realize just how close she is to finally join us, right, wifey?”

“right, ‘toru,” you smile softly and he quickly starts peppering your face with kisses, murmuring about how his pretty wife is simply irresistible.

NANAMI KENTO:

whenever someone asks you about kento, you can’t find the words to stress just how much of a sweetheart he is. he was always a caring and attentive man.

yet, somehow it amplified after your pregnancy: he helps you rest as much as he can, cooks for you, and gets you all the snacks you would like.

you also remember the first time you told him that your feet hurt, and he ended up massaging it for you. you cried that day.

in summary, he never left you in need of anything, like right now for example.

“y/n, would you like anything else?”

a dopey smile is plastered on your face as you relax further in the cushions, feet propped up on the pillow your sweetheart of a husband got.

he places your favorite snacks right by your side. you cup his face and press a lingering kiss on his cheek, “no, thank you, kento.”

he nods and takes a seat beside you. he takes your hand into his and starts rubbing your hand, “we should start preparing the baby’s room,” he murmurs softly.

you nod, head resting on his shoulder, “you’re right. we need to welcome our little princess well.”

he chuckles and his hand moves to rest on your stomach, “I assembled the crib already so that’s something to be proud of.”

nanami’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder and you snuggle closer into his chest, giggling, “my strong, independent, and reliable husband,” you sigh happily, “whatever will I do without you?”

he half-heartedly rolls his eyes, “flattery is getting you nowhere.”

“but it does!” you laugh and he lightly tickles you. your hand rests on your stomach, alongside his. you smirk, “what do you think, baby? is mommy right?”

to your absolute delight, the little girl kicks against your womb making you squeal and instantly look at your husband, “kento, did you feel that?!”

“…yeah,” his face is one of awe. she kicks once again and nanami can’t help but press a kiss to your stomach, “looks like she is a strong, healthy baby.”

“just like her dad,” you chuckle but stop to think about it for a moment before concern over takes your face.

nanami’s gaze quickly snaps to you, “what’s wrong?”

“if she will be as strong as you then god help my uterus.”

GETO SUGURU:

geto gets a little busy at times, but he does do his best to make time for you.

in addition to that, nanako and mimiko love hanging out with you so it kind of puts him at ease, knowing that you’re accompanied by someone.

today, he was doing some of his usual works in the establishment? shrine? eh whatever.

no fiber of his being expected the girls to burst into the room, grins filling their faces, as they urgently call him, “geto-sama! you have to see what just happened!”

with no hesitation, he abandons the followers and quickly follows the girls. he asks them, voice laced with concern, “is y/n okay? did something happen?”

the girls giggle as they finally near your room. mimiko speak up, “she is okay! but something important really did happen!”

somehow, it sends geto more into panic, because just what happened and why is it so important to the point they had to call him?

after a while, they are finally there, and geto wastes no time in sitting by your side, hands and eyes inspecting your body for an injury.

you giggle, “’calm down, suguru,” you take his hand and guide it to your stomach, “can you feel it?”

“feel it? what do you mean—“ he pauses upon the little kick against his palm. he smiles, actually grins, quietly before looking you in the eyes.

you nod with a smile of your own, while he leans down to kiss your stomach then your hand.

he rests his head against your stomach, “how are you, little buddy?”

geto chuckles softly, “better not cause trouble for your pretty mom,” his eyes lock with yours, “I hate to see her in pain or discomfort.”

you roll your eyes before patting your husband’s head, “you’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?”

“I would rather only charm you, y’know,” he chuckles.

the both of you completely forget about the pair of girls standing at the door way, each snapping a bunch of photos of the moment in front you.

nanako snickers a little before teasing, “that line was a bit cheesy, no?”

he quirks an eyebrow at them and they quickly flee away. with a soft sigh and a gentle chuckle, he goes back to admiring you, hand rubbing circles on your stomach.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

it’s safe to say that sukuna was surprised with the news of your pregnancy, but he came to terms with it quicker than you expected.

he just had to sit with himself a bit and understand that the ‘brat’ in you was his ‘brat’ as well.

he also found himself staring at your stomach longer than he would like. he started to really think about how life will go on from this point onwards.

he is a feared man, the king of curses, with no weaknesses to ever exploit.

that is until you came into his life. he grew fond of you and the rest is history. right now, though, you’re carrying his child.

after a long day, he finally enters your chambers and finds you fast asleep.

he guesses that carrying a child of his own must be more exhausting than that of a normal man. his feet take him to you and his figure towers over your sleeping form.

he watches your expression contort ever so slightly as you stir, perhaps in seek of your comfort.

he sits by your side and his hand traces your every feature, nails slightly grazing you but never hurting you. finally, it reaches your stomach and he frowns lightly.

he sighs, “just what the hell am I going to do with you?”

he feels a light kick against his palm.

his eyes widen at the movement and his hand involuntary presses against your stomach once more, wanting to feel the kick once again. he narrows his eyes, “what? you think that light kick is fit for the kid of the king of curses?”

as if understanding what he said, the baby delivers one rough and tough kick to your abdomen. you wince and whine at the pain, “sukuna, don’t be mean to the baby…”

“I am not trying to, woman,” he grumbles, “that kid is just short-tempered.”

sukuna is sporting quite the frown but it doesn’t stop his hand from massaging your stomach and you hum in content before sassing him, “oh wow, I wonder where did he get that from.”

you squeak as you feel a pinch to your side. you glare at sukuna who glares at you back before replying, “he got it from one stubborn woman who happens to be mine.”

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okay last LAST part of Virgin!Choso…part 4<3 (i will probably do scenarios w Choso as a virgin in the future tho but this is the end of this lil series) other parts here: part 1. part 2. part 3.

alright….rly hope u guys like it!!<33

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Virgin Choso, who wakes up in the morning, blinking his eyes, trying to get used to the sunlight coming in through the blinds.

You’re laying on his chest, your arms hugging him close, breathing softly. You’d fallen asleep quickly last night, fucked out from him eating you out. He smiles at the memory of you kissing him, and how you’d said yes to being his perfect little girlfriend. He starts rubbing your back, kissing your forehead softly before moving you, he’d needed to go to the bathroom for 30 minutes now, holding it in because he didnt want to wake you, he wanted to stay with you on his chest forever.

When he leaves his bathroom he stands in his boxers and a white t-shirt outside of his bedroom, he needs a cigarette, and he wants to let his princess sleep.

He goes to his balcony and pulls out a cig from the pack, putting it between his lips and lighting it. He’s really happy he realizes, and his heart is at ease, even though it’s still burning up from how much he loves the girl sleeping in his bed.

A minute later he hears the door to his bedroom open, and the pats of your feet on the floor, walking to him. You wrap your arms around his middle, nuzzling your face into his back.

Fuck. calm yourself Choso.

“come back to bed please,” you tell him in a small voice, hugging him closer.

His heart clenches, “of course,” he says, he could never deny you anything, And he takes your hand as you lead him back to his bed.

“Wanna show you how much i like you,” you say as you place urself in his lap, straddling him on his bed. You feel him twitching in his boxers. And when he looks at you again, his eyes are full of desperation.

“been wanting you,” he breathes out “so much and i…” he pulls you closer by your waist, wrapping his arms around you. “i touched myself…every night, thinking about your pretty face and…” he’s embarrassed to admit it and his cheeks flush.

“it’s okay…i did it too choso..” you say softly and caress his cheek.

you touched yourself thinking about him. fuck that did it for him.

“wanna be inside you…please i,” he buries his face in your neck, bucking his hips and you feel how hard he is. You’re driving him insane, sitting on his lap so pretty, with only your top and panties on. He wants to show you he’s yours, he wants you to tell him youre his.

“shhh i want you too…” you tell him and he nods,

You kiss him then, giving him little pecks around his mouth. And when you put your hand on his cock, he whines and grinds himself into you.

“wanna touch it…can i?” you say innocently and trace a finger up his cock, all the way to the tip. He whimpers, “please,” and rubs his head on your cheek.

As soon as you get his consent you put your hand down his boxers, pulling out his dick. Its so pretty. Long and thick, the tip leaking and red. And you eye the happy trail from his groin all the way to his belly button.

“look…my hand almost doesn’t fit around it…so big…” you say fascinated, studying his dick. He groans deeply, holding onto your waist. “baby i…” he’ll cum if you say shit like that, while looking so perfect on top of him.

You stroke him once slowly and he kisses you again, groaning into your mouth. it feels so good, so much better than when he’s doing it himself. He bucks up into your hand, fucking himself into it. He’s panting softly, and when you pull away his eyes are half lidded, he looks fucked out already.

“cant wait anymore please fuck,” he almost looks like hes gonna cry, looking down at your hand stroking him, “let me be inside you princess please,” he begs.

You take your hand away from his dick, and he sobs at the lack of contact. “tell me,” you say, and he knows what you mean.

“loved you ever since you smiled at me for the first time, i think about you…f-fuck i think about you all the time,” his face turns into one full of affection, “ive never done this before,” He says, and doesnt tell you that not only is he a Virgin, but he also had no clue about sex before Yuji told him. Back then something in his human heart wanted you so bad, and now all of him does.

“ive never felt this before,” he sniffles, “fuck please princess i can’t take it anymore,” he’s shaking now, trembling from his desire.

“shhh…take your clothes off,” you tell him and he obeys you, pulling off his t-shirt to reveal his toned chest, his body full of scars. He pulls off his boxers and you pull off your panties.

“lay down,”

He gets on the bed, And you admire him for a moment. He’s completely naked, big chest and strong arms on full display. His hard cock leaking and stiff on his stomach.

When you get on top of him he mewls in anticipation. You put your hands on his chest, placing your pussy on his length.

He grabs your thighs tightly as he groans. Youre so wet, all for him. It makes his heart swell with pride.

You grab him and place him to your wet hole, putting his tip inside. And hes so big, your little pussy struggling to take even just his tip. You whine out and he stops you before you can sink down on him more. hes breathing heavily, cheeks a light pink, “dont wanna hurt you…” he breathes out.

“i…i can take it, just…give me a minute,” you say and bite your lip tightly. And youre so fucking adorable, how youre struggling to take his big cock, but you want to make him happy so bad, wanna have him inside you so bad.

When you finally sink down fully on him, you both moan in unison. And Choso groans at the way he can see himself poking through your tummy.

You look at him, silently asking for permission to keep going, he nods eagerly. You lift your hips and start fucking yourself on him slowly, letting out the prettiest sounds hes ever heard, It feels so fucking good. Your cunt is so wet and warm. He loves this, he loves you. He whimpers and cries while you bounce on him, moving his hands to your waist.

“you’re so handsome Choso,” you say it softly to him, clenching down on his length. You think hes handsome.

Choso looses his mind.

“fuck baby i’m sorry,” He grabs your hips and flip you over so that you’re laying on your back underneath him, he slides into you again, “need to…fuck i need you,” he whines and he ruts into you fast and desperate.

You’re moaning so pretty now. he keeps going.

“mine…mine mine mine mine,” he breathes.

You look up at him with your pretty big eyes, letting out the cutest sound hes ever heard. And with that he reaches his high.

“fuck i love you i love you i love you,” he repeats it over and over as he fills you up with his hot cum, trembling and crying from how good he feels, while you cum around him too from the feeling of him finishing inside you.

He passes out on top of you, breathing heavily, careful not to crush you under him. You reach up and stroke his hair, calming him as he comes down from his high. He nuzzles his cheek into you, kissing you softly as he pulls out of you with a whimper.

He lays down next to you and cradle you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head.

“i love being your boyfriend,” he says,

and you laugh, your body vibrating against him.

he looks at you with a smile, “what? whats funny?”

you stop to look at him again, “nothing,” you crawl on top of him then, laying flat on his chest, folding your arms and putting your head on your hands.

“fuck youre pretty,” he breathes, and you kiss him softly.

“And youre handsome…or maybe i shouldnt say that because you might go beast mode again,” you grin at him,

“shut up…” he mumbles, and you laugh even harder. “its okay…i liked it,” you say,

“say that youre mine,” you look at him and his face is serious,

“im yours Choso…”

You both fall asleep to the sound of eachothers heartbeat.

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YIPPIEEE!! yeah i made reader say he went “beast mode” sue me. i was giggling bru😭😭 (she said it ironically dont worry)

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