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Only Love Can Hurt Like This

Suguru Geto x Reader (Part 1)

summary: A story about your blooming love and friendship with Suguru Geto. cw: mentions death, blood, gore, betrayal, sprinkles of love and fluff. Tragic love story. aunote: I ended up re-writing this short oneshot into a pretty hefty one. I cried…I hope that you all will like it. Contains spoilers from the entire timeline sooo beware. Enjoy and happy reading! Recommended songs: Little Mix- These Four Walls (Aug. 2006-Sept.2007), Taylor Swift- Cardigan (start at 2:10 for mobile users), Tatsuya Kitani- Ao No Sumika(Epilogue) 🐼🖤 Total wc: 6k+

December 24th, 2003 -The day you died.

Is when you're cornered by a group of girls after school, you see a monster standing behind the group of girls, its unpleasant tongue wraps around the girl's leg. Your eyes widen looking up at her.

"Didn't I fucking tell you to not look at me like that! You fucking creep of a girl!” she kicks you in the stomach. A sharp pain emits from your stomach making you cough and spew saliva.

“Yeah she’s fucking creepy.” another girl chimes in, taking a picture of you.

The monster mutters. “Kill, kill, kill”. It continues to repeat itself, the voice echoes in your head, “kill, kill ,kill”. You see the monster's grotesque tongue reaching out for you. It whispers “you’re mine.” its black and yellow stained teeth grin at you, its body was a purple blob disfigured and mangled, multiple limbs sticking out of it.

“No” you cover your ears.

“No” your clench your eyes shut, your jaw clenches tight.

“No! Leave me alone!” your body writhes in pain, you wriggle on the ground grabbing your hair in agony.

“Look at that she’s goin fucking crazy.” One of them laughs wickedly.

“Let’s-” the monster says an evil grin on its face,

“Kill…her” the girl and the ghost say in unison.

“No…I don’t wanna die. Stop!!” you let out a blood curdling scream.

Your eyes shoot open to look above you, the street light blinding you. You feel a sharp pain on your head, warm liquid trickles down your head, your vision bright white, red, then fades to black.

You’re in a state of daze, between life and death. All you hear are muffled voices all around you. A light flickers between your eyes, you could feel your clothes being stripped off your body, the sound of ripping and cutting echoes in your head. Items clinking against something metal.

“ no…please…don’t…kill…..” your voice is hoarse, your eyes well up with tears,

“me.” you whimper and your body begins to shake and shiver, you feel your tears burn as they roll down the sides of your face, your vision fades to black again.

“Shit! She’s going into cardiac arrest!” a female voice yells, the sounds of the monitors beeping fades into black.

I just want to be loved and treated,

-As a human.

January 1st, 2004 -Am I in heaven or hell?

The voices of your parents echoes in your mind. Their terrified faces stare at you, your father hugging your mother.

“G-get away from us!” your father yells, holding a cross toward you.

“You’re a cursed child!” your mother screams as she weeps holding tightly to your father.

You look down at your hands that are covered in blood. You look to the right of you and see your dead pet lying lifelessly.

“They made me do it, the monster, they told me to kill it.” you say pointing to the corner of the room.

“Just kill them, they don’t understand you.” the monster grins deviously, its long fingernail traces your face, traces of blood run down your face.

“Get away from me.” you mutter, “please just leave me alone.” you mutter again.

Images of your parents' faces, foster care, other kids' faces flash in your mind. The same disgusted horrified look. Their brows are knitted. They spit on you calling you a monkey, a piece of trash.

A moment of silence fills your mind for a brief moment,

A memory of you mother crying kneeling down in front of you appears,

“You’re a cursed child.” she whispers,

Your mind finally quiets down, you’re standing there in a pool of blackness, a web is woven around you. You smile to yourself,

“Kill them-”

“She deserves to live, they attacked her!” a boys voice says,

“She killed innocent bystanders” a man's voice replies.

“ They bashed her head in! You want me to think they didn’t deserve it?!” the boy yells.

The man sighs.

“Just give her a chance, I’ll teach her.” the boy sounds defeated.

“I’m sorry Suguru, it’s not up to me.” the man sighs again. You hear his footsteps leave the room.

“ Shit!” -his hands hit the wall, his footsteps pace back and forth- “I saved you. I’ll make sure you get to live again. I won’t let anyone hurt you again. So just wake up.” the boy says before walking out.

“Live…why would I want to live.” you're a child version of yourself, it all fades to black again.

Your eyes slowly open, the room is white and fuzzy,

“Am I in heaven or hell?” your voice is hoarse and raspy, you lift your arm reaching for the ceiling.

A boy grabs your hand and responds,

-Heaven.

March 7th, 2004 -Do you trust me?

Suguru asks you, he’s holding your hand. You're both standing at the top of a skyscraper, the wind blows and dances with your hair. His eyes soften upon hearing your answer.

You jump off the building together, the adrenaline rushes through your body, you look into his beautiful hazel eyes, they light up just like yours, so full of life and love. Your hands are still interlocked tightly, his rainbow dragon flies underneath your bodies and sweeps you up, flying off into the sunset.

It’s been about a month or so since you woke up. The boy you heard talking was Suguru Geto, he saved you after you activated your cursed technique while on the verge of dying. The street was covered in webs. The casualty was a total of five non-sorcerers, three were bystanders and one special grade curse.

Suguru found a beautiful woman standing in the middle of it all, her skin was pale, her hair was long, it draped down her back and dragged on the ground, it was white as snow. When she turned to look at Suguru, she had the mark of a black widow in the middle of her forehead, her eyes were pure white.She wore a long black robe with the color of blood red details that hung daintily on her full figure, it exposed her large bosom.

His jaw was clenched knowing he couldn’t defeat a special grade curse, if that’s even what you would call this thing. He was going to summon a cursed spirit but he stopped when he saw the shikigami get in a defensive position, her body hovering over something, upon closer look he saw your body covered in webs. You were carefully wrapped and laying in a bed of webs.

He was the one that carried you back to Jujutsu High, the one that stayed by your side, when you awoke he nursed you back to health, taught you everything about cursed spirits and sorcerers. He was the one that gave you hope, he was the one that made you want to live and love.

So when he took your hand and asked if you trusted him all you could say was,

-Yes.

August 8, 2004 -Welcome back.

Suguru says every night as he waits for you and your partner by the corner next to the gate. Suguru see’s you both walk past the gate, the cool august breeze hits your body. Your partner unbuttons his jacket and throws it over your shoulder. He pats your head and wipes the dirt away from your face.

Suguru stands there waiting patiently for you both. There’s a sting in his heart but he shrugs it off. All he wanted to see was that smile on your face and if it meant that someone else would make you happy then he would settle for that.

Tonight was no different, he waits for you and your partner. Except this time he has a sweater, just in case. A smile appears on his face when he sees you walking towards him, his smile shifts into a frown when he sees you drop to your knees, your uniform covered in blood, your body is shaking.

Suguru rushes over to your side. He drapes his sweater over your body. His hand brushes your disheveled hair from your face, your eyes are dull and lifeless, bags under your eyes, your lips are quivering, your looking down at your hands that are covered in blood.

“I-I c-couldn’t…. save.. h-him…” your voice breaks, you cover your face with your hands.

Suguru pulls you into a hug, your sobbing into his shoulder, his shirt becoming damp from your tears.

“I-I couldn’t save him Sugu.” you wail,

A painful sting jabs at his heart seeing the condition you're in, hearing you fall apart and cry for your partner. His blood runs cold when he sees a few of the managers carrying a black body bag inside of the school behind you.That was when he decided that he didn’t want to lose you, the day he realized he needed to be stronger. He pulls you tighter into a hug.

“I don’t want to lose you, I don't want to say goodbye.”

Since that day he hopes and prays to any god that you were safe and that you’d come back,

-Home.

February 3rd, 2005 -What was your wish?

You ask, after he blows out the candles to his birthday cake. He looks at you and smiles to himself with a smug smile on his face.

“Not telling you” he chuckles.

“Oh come on, I want to know.” you set his cake down and slice a piece giving it to him.

“Can’t it won’t come true if I do.” he takes a bite out of his slice.

“I never took you as someone who cared for that kinda stuff.” you shrug and take a bite.

You look up at the night sky, the stars shine so brightly away from all of the lights from the city. The gentle breeze kisses your skin, you close your eyes and lean on Sugurus shoulder. He looks down at your soft features, he pulls out a small box but quickly shoves it back in his pocket when he hears his best friend kick the door open.

“Happy birthday Suguru!” Gojo yells, walking towards the both of you with sparklers.

“Happy birthday.” Shoko and the boys follow in after him, they wave at you.

“You guys made it!” you jump up and hug all of them.

“I take it you didn’t tell her?” Gojo asks Geto, seeing him fiddle with the velvet box.

“No, I couldn't do it.” his eyes averted to you, your beautiful smile was finally back after such a long time, you were waving a sparkler around with Shoko. Haibara was taking pictures.

“I can’t take her happiness away from her. Not again.” he opens the box looking down at the promise ring.

“But don’t you love her? My six eyes tell me so.” Gojo says with a grin on his face. before he walks away.

“Sugu! Look, it's the comet shower. It’s starting” you run over and grab his arm jumping up and down excitedly.

The meteors shine brightly illuminating the sky as they travel from one side of the world to the other.

“It’s so beautiful.” you say looking at the comet shower raining down from the sky. Satoru’s question rings in his mind, has he fallen in love with you?

“It is.”he says, his hazel eyes soften staring at you.

Was it when you first woke up and said his name?

How about the time that you made him stay up with you until three in the morning binge watching a romance drama, your eyes were all puffed up the next day.

He chuckles to himself.

Maybe he fell in love when he would come back late from a mission and see you sound asleep in his room, your head laying against his desk.

Or the way you eventually moved from sleeping in his chair to sleeping in his bed, cuddled up to his favorite sweater.

Perhaps it was when he almost lost you, when your partner came home in a bodybag and he bathed you for weeks. He would hold you tight in his arms and comfort you when you woke up crying from your dreams.

No, you were merely filling the void that your partner left in your chest…

Suguru sighs,

Did you have feelings for him too?

It was nights like these that you would spend together alone watching the sunrise, sunset, and sitting under the night sky.

The way your hand always brushed against his. Or how he would notice your lingering stare at his lips.

The way you fell asleep so easily when you're around him. It was as if you let your guard down around him completely.

Yes, maybe you did love him and he was in love with you but he didn’t want to get too close and lose another friend.

No you were more than a friend, you were a lover, his lover. You were the one he loved and if you should ever separate he hoped that fate would bring you back together one last time before either of you died.

Suguru and you meet eyes, both of your gazes softening. He places a hand on your cheek and says your name,

“I have something to tell you, I…I love you.” was all he could say. Of course he could go on and on about everything he loved about you and recount how many times you made his heart flutter.

“I love you too Suguru.” you say back with a big smile on your face.

He smiles widely and pulls you into a hug, spinning the both of you around, your giggles were music to his ears.

“You asked me what I wished for, I wished,”

-To be with you.

December 24, 2005 -Take my hand.

Suguru kisses the promise ring on your finger then he pulls you into his arms. The lights are dimmed down, a small christmas tree in the corner of your room. You both are gently swaying to the music.

Take my whole life too he sings, he twirls you around, his hand on the small of your back, supporting you.

For I can’t help falling in love with you he whispers, leaning down to kiss you.

You lay your head on his chest, you can feel the rumble of his voice as he continues to sing the song,

-For I can’t help falling in love with you.

August, 2006

-I feel so numb.

Suguru is standing in the shower, he scrubs his body and rinses his mouth.

The hot water runs down his back.

Bitter, so bitter. It’s all so bitter and bland. I can’t get the taste of cursed spirits out of my mouth.

If only there was a world without….

The warm water runs down his back.

What if…

What if….I just killed them all.

What if I just killed all of the ....“Monkeys” Toji’s voice echoes in his mind.

Yes, if I killed all of the monkeys then my…..

He thinks about the time you came back home gravely injured, your shikigami warped you back into the infirmary. You were both heavily injured, Seraphina had lost an arm, protecting you at the last second.

Yes,to protect the people I care about I must find a different way to keep them all alive.

The cold water runs down his back.

His eyes that were once hazel and flickered with hope and life are now faded to a dark brown as he’s,

-Staring at the shower wall.

September, 2007 -It's begun, the feeling that the end has come.

Seraphina whispered as she brushes your hair.

“What are you talking about?”s you turn to look at her but she vanishes,

“Wake up!” she yells, her voice echoes through her nest. You look around to find her but you're sitting there alone.“Seraphina?” you see a shadow standing there, it beckons you to follow it. “Seraphina is that you? Where are you going?” you run after the shadow, it stops before a black hole. It reaches a hand out to you.

“Come with me.” It turns into a child version of yourself. “You’re tired, let’s go rest.” it holds your hand tugging you towards the black hole as you get closer your body begins to feel heavy, your eyes get heavy, you yawn feeling so “sleepy” the shadow whispers in your ear a malicious grin on its face.

“How long are we going to sleep for?” you ask the child, she giggles pulling you harder making you jog towards the black hole, it grows bigger as you get closer.

“Forever.” it’s jaw unhinges and it tries to swallow you but a hand reaches out yanking you back.

“Wake up!” Seraphinas voice is loud and clear in your ear, the screams of the villagers make you jolt up grabbing your chest, the thick screen of smoke suffocates you, burning your lungs, your heaving trying to catch your breath.

“You’re finally awake, I can’t hold out much longer.” Serpahina is standing in front of your body in a defensive stance, her robe is tattered and torn apart, she’s breathing heavily, holding her sword.

“Seraphina! What happened?!” you catch her as she falls, she hands you the sword. “ I thought we exorcized the cursed spirit, is there a stronger one? That’s not possible, it was a low level, I saw it, I took care of it.” you ramble on.

“Suguru” is all she says before vanishing,

“Suguru…” you look around you, the village is on fire, the houses are burning down.

“Help me!” a woman screams running towards you.

You get up to help her but you feel a sharp pain in your ankle making you fall to the ground.

“Please” the woman shrieks, a cursed spirit runs after her, its tongue swaying back and forth. You try to form a dagger to throw, “Shit, I’m too exhausted and Seraphina was badly injured.” You muster all your strength to jump in front of her, slashing the spirit. You stab your sword into the ground to break your fall.

“Are you oka-” you ask, but you get a hard slap that stings your cheek.

“It’s all your fault! You’re all cursed, damn you all! Go to hell!” she screams at you, grabbing your hair she yanks you onto the ground. You’re in a state of shock not being able to move, she picks up a rock to throw at you, your eyes widen, you try to warn her and push her away but it was too late. A cursed spirit stabs her in the back ripping her body apart, her blood splatters all over your face. You look down, your hands that are covered in blood, you try to wipe the hot liquid off of your face, wiping it on your tattered uniform. Your heart is pounding, your hands go numb and your gasping for air, taking shallow breaths. The spirit slashes you with its sharp claws, ripping your outer jacket. Your mind is blurry all of your memories are rushing back again,

“You’re a cursed child! You did this to us!”

The spirit jumps on top of you, your body ragdolls to the ground, you’re laying on your back, you see the thunder rumbling through the sky, a drop of cold water hits your cheek. A claw pierces and digs into your thigh, but you don’t feel a thing. It hits you in the stomach making you spew blood, your breathing is labored as you gasp for air.

“It’s so warm here. I…want to sleep.” your eyelids are droopy and heavy, your warm blood soaks through your white t-shirt, seeping into your jacket.

You stare off into the sky, seeing the electromagnetic waves connecting through the cloud,

“Goodbye.” you choke out. Lighting cracks through the sky, roaring.

Mission Summary: A cursed spirit has been ravaging a village, two sorcerers were dispatched to eliminate the target. They found two little girls that were caged and abused. The village was burned down and 112 villagers were killed. His partner was found in critical condition. Later that night his parents were found dead.

Upon further inspection, there was evidence and traces of Suguru Getos cursed technique from all the crime scenes.

Suguru Geto is to be captured and sentenced to death for the death of 112 villagers, his parents and for gravely injuring his partner.

You’re standing in the shower. The weight of your soiled clothes pulls your body down. You fall to your knees and cover your face.

You feel cold metal on your finger against your bruised cheek, tears running down your face.

And now the water's cold,

Shoko runs in and pulls you out of the shower, your lips begin to turn purple, and your body is shivering, she holds you in her arms rocking you back and forth whispering. Yelling for Gojo to grab a towel. Your muffled cries become painful wails.

“You’ll be okay. I’m here. You’re safe.”

You lay in your bed, holding the ring he gave you. Where did you go Suguru?

-I tried to eat today but the lump in my throat got in the way.

August 2009 -Do your best.

You say as you grin widely at Megumi and Tsumiki, giving them two thumbs up as you see them walk inside of the school building. You wave happily at Megumi as he gives you and Gojo one last questionable look before the teacher closes the door.

“I knew I made a good choice when I picked you to help me raise these kids.” he has a big grin on his face watching you smile at them.

“Awww they’re so cute.” you say smiling until they disappear from your view, your smile drops and you elbow Gojo but your elbow hits his “bubble”.

“Yeah and can you try a little harder to not look like you hate them?” you sigh, your hand runs down your face. “And don’t say that, it sounds like we have kids.” you side eye him.

“What’s so wrong about that?” he lets out an amused huff.

“Umm.. probably because we’re still kids ourselves.” you scoff in response, you flip your phone to look at the directions that Yaga sent to you.

“Nothin wrong with that.” he leans in closer to your face to see your reaction.

You look up from your phone, your face is twisted in disgust.

“I’m just going to pretend you didn’t just say that, okay? Okay.” you close your flip phone in his face and walk off.

“I’m just sayin.” he teases.

“Yeah yeah whatever, let’s go. We have to stop by the grocery store after we’re done with the mission.” you grab his shirt collar but your hand hits his bubble again. You let out a frustrated sigh, you walk off with Gojo in tow, a cheeky smile on his face.

You both finish the mission fairly quickly but Gojo as usual walked off somewhere and left you there to finish talking to the assistants. You had to run to the grocery store and rush to make it on time to pick up the kids. When you finally arrived, the kids were shuffling out of the building. The three of you turn to leave when you see Gojo standing there with a soda in his hand.

“Heyyy, why were you all out of breath earlier?” he smirks and sips his soda.

You roll your eyes at him and walk off ignoring him.

You all arrived at the facility, you showed Megumi and Tsumiki their rooms which were in the same corridor as yours in case they needed anything, you were close by.

“This is where you’ll be staying for…” you pause, pursing your lips into a line, you tilt your head at Gojo.

“The rest of your life.” he says nonchalantly. “It sucks but don’t worry,” he points to you, “your mom here will cook and clean for ya. She’s pretty good at it.”

“You really do suck at this and please don’t call me mom.” you sigh for the thousandth time today, “I’ll go prepare some dinner for everyone.” you walk past Gojo, leaving them alone with him.

“That’s exactly what a mom would say.” he motions towards you as you walk past him.

Tsumiki looks at Gojo then at the door,

“I-I’ll help you!” Tsumiki runs after you, looking back at Gojo who’s standing in the doorway. He shoots finger guns at her and she sticks her tongue out at him. His eye twitches in irritation at her boldness.

“Looks like it’s just me-” he begins to say.

Megumi's lips curl up in distaste, giving Gojo a dirty look, he runs after you and Tsumiki.

Gojo sighs, “Just me.”

“Are you ready to train Megumi?” Gojo pats his head, smushing down his spiky hair. Megumi is about to take another bite of his food but Gojo carries him out the door, the clank of his spoon hits the ground.

You come back from using the bathroom and begin to wash the dishes when Tsumiki tugs on your shirt and points outside,

“Gojo is beating up Gumi.” she says, her arms are crossed. Gojo throws Megumi up in the air before catching him. Megumi is screaming.

“I-I’ll take care of it. Go play Tsumiki.” you stumble over your words, shocked seeing Gojo spinning Megumi in a circle, you quickly take off your apron and throw it on the ground. Why must Gojo always cause problems for you, it was exhausting having to deal with this boy.

“Gojo what are you doing to Megumi?!” you run outside seeing Megumi tucked under Gojos arm while he’s floating in the air,

“Teaching him how to fly?” Gojo raises an eyebrow at you, oblivious to your question. He tilts his head, “And fall.” a sly smile appears, “Whoops.” he lets go of Megumi, he’s screaming and flailing his arms and legs around.

You sprint towards Megumi, forming a falcon that you jump on top of, you catch him in your arms as you land safely on the field. The falcon turns into Seraphina.

“You okay?” you kneel down to set him down on the grass, your hand gently pinches his chin so you can examine his face for any scratches, you start to look at his body but Megumi pushes you away, his cheeks are rosy.

“I-I’m fine. That was nothing to me.” he pouts and walks away but he screams and runs back to you when he sees Seraphina with her eight eyes looking down at him, “I-it’s a monster!!” he grabs onto your shirt.

“You’re fine, she’s not a bad spirit, she’s my shikigami…er…deity….she’s nice.” you chuckle nervously.

He looks at you, raising his eyebrow just like Gojo.

Ugh, he’s learning too fast from that play boy.

“Why does a m-mom have a…that?” he says, looking back at Seraphina who switches her form so she only has two eyes now.

Gojo warps next to you both, letting out a belly laugh, he pretends to wipe away a fake tear.

“Oh you look so well domesticated. They thought you were weak.”

You roll your eyes at him, sulking, you pull Megumi into a tight hug, you turn away from Gojo. Megumi is squirming in your arms.

“I could totally beat your ass, you’re just a clean freak, always sitting in your little-”

Gojos smile drops, he pulls down his shades, his blue eyes narrow at you,

“Don’t say it.”

“Bu-” you whisper something in Megumi's ear, Gojo’s eyebrows furrow. “Bble. Hurry run Megumi!” you take Megumi's hand and you both run off into the field laughing. You form a flock of birds with your webs releasing them towards Gojo.

“That's it!” Gojo says playfully, chasing after you both. Just before the birds hit his infinity they turn into a bunch of hearts that bounce off, his infinity flickers with each touch of the hearts. He lets out a breathy chuckle, snapping his fingers as he warps next to you. You blow him a quick kiss jokingly, a heart forms from your palm floating over to him.

“Gotcha.” he puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Oh no, guess he didn’t like my bubble joke.” you sarcastically wink at Megumi. Megumi laughs a little before going back to being serious.

“Gotcha.” you snap your finger, and the heart explodes into a web wrapping Gojos arms tight against his sides.

“Don’t think so.” he flashes a cheeky grin at you,

You see a quick flash of infinity again as it encompasses you inside of it making you lose your footing.

“Whoa!” you yelp and fall on top of Gojo, your webs dissipate and your heads collide.

“Fu…” he groans, rubbing his forehead, you slap his thigh. “Udge..”

“Oww…that hurt. What is your head made out of… rocks?” You say sarcastically, pushing yourself off of him.

“I should be asking you that eight eyes.” He chortles, his legs are spread wide open, elbows resting on his knees.

“You're not far behind six eyes.” you say laying on the grass, both of you stare at each other before cackling.

Megumi stares at you two, his mouth ajar in disbelief.

“You two are supposedly the strongest?”

You and Gojo look at each other.

“No,” you say, looking at Seraphina who’s playfully chasing after Tsumiki.

“Absolutely.” Gojo says rubbing his forehead that is turning red from the headbutt.

Megumi points his finger at you both.

“I'm going to train hard so I can beat you guys,”

-And get stronger.

December 24, 2017

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-You drew stars around my scars.

Tears start to well up in your eyes filling it to the brim, your breath forming puffs of cloud as you run. Lungs burn as you try to inhale fresh air. Your feet desperately trying to pick up speed, flying over the rubble and leaves.

-But now I’m bleedin.

As you turn the corner you see him leaning up against the wall where you both used to meet up.

-I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired. And you'd be standin' in my front porch light.

All the nights where he used to wait for you.

Holding his sweater in hand, he would embrace you, his warmth and tender love made you forget all of your sadness.

-I knew you.

“Suguru.” as you get closer to the blurry figure, your vision finally focuses on what you see before you.

-Tried to change the ending Peter losing Wendy.

“Suguru!” You run up to him, dropping the sweater beside you. “Sugu..” Your voice cracks.

“You’re here.” Geto winces as he tries to lift his arm to caress your cheek but his hand falls down to his side.

-And you'd come back to me.

“Shh..it's okay.” You gently grab his hand, kissing it. “I’m here.” You lift his hand up to your face, feeling how cold the tips of his fingers are becoming.

Geto uses every ounce of energy he has left to pull you in for a kiss. You part ways and lean your forehead against one another.

“I missed you.” Geto says as you hear the soft whisper of his breath being exhaled.

“I missed you too Suguru.” you say.

-And you'd come back.

Geto tries to adjust himself to sit up a bit more but winces and coughs, a bit of blood trailing down the corners of his lips. You gently wipe it away using your sleeve.

“I wanted to see you.” Geto looks at you, his eyes gentle and loving just like the day he said he loved you.

“I-I’m sorry I couldn't make this world a better place.” A faint smile dances across his lips. You shake your head, tears escaping your eyes, rolling down your face. You wipe them away with your sleeve trying to not cry in front of him.

“I wasn’t strong enough.” He turns his head the other way.

“I’m sorry.” His voice quivers. He looks back at you, eyes filled with tears. “Will you tell Satoru-” his voice trails off barely above a whisper. You smile as best as you can.

“I love you.” Geto says and he starts coughing, more blood gushing out of his mouth, he tilts his head back against the wall, his breathing becomes irregular and slows down.

“Thank you…” Geto sucks in another hoarse breath. “For still loving me.”

-And when I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed

You slip the ring off your finger and slip it on his pinkie finger.

You gently drape the sweater over his body covering his missing arm. Feeling the last inch of warmth leave his hand.

“You’re going to be..” Your voice trails off and you purse your lips trying to control your breathing. Whimpers and stifled sniffs can be heard echoing throughout the walls.

“You’re going to be okay.” you mumble incoherent things through your hands and choke on your sobs.

-You put me on and said I was your favorite.

Epilogue

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You close the folder containing all of the files of your progress throughout Jujutsu High. The various missions stamped with Completed except for one.

You let out a shaky breath, a flash of memories cross your mind, putting the folder back into the big manila envelope.

A couple of pictures that fell out were faced down on your desk. You flip them around, a faint smile appears on your face,

A photo of Geto asleep in the chair waiting for you to wake up at the hospital.

Another photo of Gojo placing a blanket over Geto asleep in the chair, a small smile on Gojos face.

A photo of the three of you asleep on the train, your head tilted back, mouth agape, Geto and Gojo slouched in their seats, their heads resting on either side of your shoulders.

You chuckle, looking at the next picture,

It was a picture of you and Megumi walking down the street, you were holding his hand. You remembered this day, you had to hold his hand because he kept jumping and skipping around you talking about how excited he was about making new friends at school. They both warmed up to you and were always so excited to walk home with you.

“It must’ve been Tsumiki who took this picture.” you set it aside and look at the next picture.

A photo of you patting Megumi on the head, his hands full of grocery bags.

You remembered it vividly, Megumi running up behind you and swooping up the grocery bags. You thought you were being robbed and almost punched him but then you realized it was him, a wash of relief fell over you, you scolded him for doing that but then asked him why he wasn’t already at home. He said he had to stay late for detention because he got into a fight with some bullies. He said he was on the way home when he saw you. You smiled at him and gave him a pat on the head then you walked home together. You placed it aside with the other one.

You spent some time looking at the pictures, the sun cascades through the big window behind you, the cicadas are chirping with the summer season finally blooming. You quietly laugh at yourself, remembering all of those memories.

You get to the last picture, your fingers trace over the person in the picture. You swallow hard trying to hold back your tears.

It was a picture of Geto and you, slow dancing in your room, your head resting on his chest, a smile on your face, his arms wrapped tight around your body. His eyes were closed, his brows knitted tightly together, a frown tugging at his lips, a couple of tears running down his face.

A tear drops onto the picture and you quickly wipe it away, you blink a couple of times, clearing your vision.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered under your breath, your lips quiver.

You quickly wipe the stream of tears away when you hear Gojo shifting in the chair next to you. His head lazily hangs down, hands clasped in his lap and his leg rests on top of his other leg. He looks somewhat peaceful, he came in talking about how he needed some sleep, dragging a chair behind him. You never questioned why he would always seek you out just to take a nap beside you.

You hear Yuji talking from down the hallway. You slip the pictures into your desk drawer and wipe the tears on your cheeks away.

“I’m ready!” Yuji bursts through the door with Nobara and Megumi following behind him.

You put your finger up to your lips and point at Gojo who’s still sleeping. Yuji mouths sorry and sits on the couch.

“How was lunch?” you ask them, getting up from your seat. Megumi could tell that you were crying, your voice was a little nasally and the whites of your eyes were a bit red.

“It was delicious, but Megumi says it’s not as good as you’re cooking, teach.” Yuji frowns.

You chortle, looking at Megumi who turns his head away, a hint of pink on his cheeks.

“I just said that you made that dish better.” he shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Maybe next week I’ll bring lunch and we can have a picnic, the weather has been so nice.” you smile and look out the window. The clear blue sky, the wind gently dancing with the flowers and trees making them sway.

“Oh he’s awake.” Yuji frowns. The trio is hovering around Gojo as he stirs awake from his sleep.

“Please don't fall asleep after summoning all of us here.” Megumi says with that same eyebrow raise he learned years ago.

Gojo cocks his head back and lifts his blindfold revealing one eye.

A subtle worrying expression crosses your face when you see the redness under his eye. Your eyes soften, realizing what he was dreaming about. You place a hand on his shoulder, a smile tugs at his lips hearing your words. He wipes his eye and slips his blindfold back on, hopping up from the chair that Nobara immediately plops into.

“It’s so comfy!” she says.

“Hey! No fair, I get it next, got it?!" Yuji exclaims.

Maki and Panda are talking to Yuta about kicking someone's ass as they walk past your office.

“Let’s go train!” Yuji says and runs out the door, Nobara follows after him calling dibs on sparring with you first. Megumi sighs and walks out after them. You’re standing in the doorway when you look back at Gojo who’s smiling to himself in the corner.

“Gojo, let’s go.” the corners of your eyes wrinkle and tug upwards as you smile at Gojo.

“Meet him again.” your outstretched hand waits for him.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #suguru x reader #jjk reader insert #suguru geto #geto suguru #jujutsu x reader #honeytrap🐼#jujutsu geto #Youtube

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quaememinisse · 1 year ago

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Title: You can scream my name as loud as you need to

Plot: smut, PIV, unprotected shmegs, orgasms

Pairing: Pedro x OFC

Author’s note: I am on vacation in Puerto Rico. And feeling some type of way.

Pedro’s bet made Eden laugh awkwardly the first time he made it one warm summer night the previous year, at an after party for a film festival they decided to attend, despite wanting to stay home and…do other things. Beneath the heat of Pedro’s rapidly swinging hips, she tries to remember why he even came up with this bet. They had gotten into some really edgy conversation with two other couples and some director she cannot recall the name of, as another orgasm seizes her whole being…a woman had said that her husband had given her the most orgasms of her life in the most romantic locations.

Paris being on of them, followed by Santorini. Pedro had taken a step closer, towered over Eden, stared her in the eyes with a sweet and simultaneously smitten, dirty, chocolatey gaze, and half-joked to Eden, who thought at the time that they were just very good friends who had crossed the line and started having a fling, he bet he could give her the most earth shattering orgasms in the Spanish-speaking places of the world. Eden had blushed maddeningly, sipping her sparkling water, thinking that Pedro was just a little bit too tipsy (he didn’t usually drink very much to begin with. His real vice remains cigarettes, which he’s still battling to quit, knowing it’s the only way Eden will agree to make out deeply with plenty of tongue, the way he most enjoys.)

“Pedro!” She gasps, her thighs trembling. He moans with satisfaction at her intense squirt.

“Mmmm,” he moans, pushing his girth eagerly back through her engorged opening. She had come so hard, it forced his cock clear out. Her gasp and eyes widening briefly eggs him on. He grazes her G-spot mercilessly, watching Eden’s breathing speed up again. She clutches and scratches at Pedro’s tanned upper back, crawling upwards a bit in the hotel bed. Pedro giggles, pulling her hips towards him again, reversing her mild escape.

“Where ya think you’re goin’?” He grins, pressing his hips taut against hers, “Ven aqui (come here), baby” and kegeling until his rapidly pulsating girth forces her into a gripping orgasm. He moans, keeping himself pressed deeply, on her A-spot, so she couldn’t spit him out this time. Her limbs go limp, no longer clinging to his flanks.

“Tómalo (take it),” he says, kissing her sweating forehead, intertwining the fingers of his right hand into the fingers of her left, pinning it against the mattress and stopping Eden from knifing into the flesh of his chest with her nails. Not that he doesn’t enjoy getting a little banged up from her enthusiasm. It reminds him how crazy he can drive her in just a couple dozen thrusts, or less. Eden swears for a moment she can’t see anything but an array of blinking lights, that she’ll damn near pass out from the overwhelming pleasure. Pedro grunts with finality, losing balance a little, before internally drowning her with thick ropes of cum. Eden’s leg continues to tremble uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back into her skull. The sensation of Pedro’s lips upon her chin brings her back to reality. He stays buried in her cunt, gripping her right leg almost to the point of pain, clasping it by the back of her knee to keep her open, as not to lose a single drop to the sheets. He revels in his own orgasm at last. It got harder to hold off, the more she came, trying to milk him fervently.

“You get so fuckin’ tight,” Pedro breathes, trembling a final time before slowly, painstakingly pulling out. He pushes his length back in a couple more times, enjoying how wet things have become, earning a gasp from his cock drunk girlfriend.

“Holy fuck,” Pedro breathes, picking up the pace again. Eden screams, gushing and clenching around Pedro for the umpteenth time, his sperm mingling with her secretions and staining the sheet beneath them. Sensitive beyond continuation, he finally withdraws, lying on his side beside her, fingers still intertwined. It was already 93 degrees when they had stepped off of the plane to Puerto Rico a mere few hours prior. Eden finds herself beginning to feel dehydrated. Pedro grabs her hip.

“Where to next, babe? I bet I can give you more than that in Chile,” he states confidently. Eden is at a loss for words, shivering as Pedro makes this proposition directly into her ear.

“Why haven’t we been there yet?” He giggles. Eden can’t find her own legs, so Pedro carries her to the bathroom to shower. She doesn’t even hope for a time out.

#Pedro x reader #Pedro x OFC #story #my story #fluff #smut #Pedro Pascal #PIV

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katie-delaney · 1 year ago

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Goin' Out Swingin'

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56309632

Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Top Steve, Bottom Bucky, Exhibitionism, Sub/Dom, Brat Taming, Rock Star Bucky, Thongs, Spanking, Come Eating, Creampie, Anal, Blow Jobs, Alternate Universe - No Powers.

The last thing he doesn’t understand, is why ‘Bucky I’m a Rockstar don’t you know who I am’, likes to stroll around in the tiniest g string Steve’s ever seen in his life. Like. Even on a woman. It’s not even just the one, the guy must have a drawer full of them and each day brings Steve a new g string surprise in color and fabric. * Inspired entirely by TV Show Pam and Tommy. Bucky's the rockstar, Steve's the joiner trying not to strangle his boss for walking around in those ridiculous g strings and changing his plans every five minutes. The f/m is sex overheard by Steve of Bucky fucking his supermodel wife right on the floor above, not huge explicit description.

There are a lot of things Steve doesn’t understand about this job. For one thing, why his friend took it in the first place. It’s nuts. Kitting out a rock star’s sex playroom or whatever the fuck this is.

He has no idea who this guy is, Sam just told him he was a rock star. A big deal. Rich. Sure. Whatever.

Steve didn’t listen to rock music. Or at least, he didn’t until they started this job. He also didn’t usually listen to supermodels screaming their heads off for ‘harder harder Bucky oooo’ but, apparently this was his life now.

He didn’t understand why this guy didn’t have A/C if he’s such a big deal. Steve wipes his forehead for what feels like the millionth time as he carries on constructing the bed.

Bucky walks around in it like it’s completely normal. Has conversations with Steve, leaning on the door frame and holding a beer like it’s completely normal. Steve has no idea where he’s supposed to look.

Bucky is more tattooed than anyone Steve’s ever seen.

He’s also completely fucking nuts. He’s changed the design three times.

After the third time, he comes and sits down on the floor, which, unadvisable in that tiny thong (satin, black with white polka dots) with dust and nails everywhere, but sure, and cracks open a beer.

Steve took his shirt off hours ago; it was drenched with sweat and mostly see through anyway.

“What?” Bucky grins that manic smile at Steve when Steve raises his eyebrows at him. “It’s my masterpiece you’re makin’, my property, gotta make sure you’re doin’ it right this time.”

“I...” Steve knows he shouldn’t argue. “I was making it to your exact specifications, sir.”

“Call me Buck, keep tellin’ ya.” Bucky grins at him, sipping on his cold beer whilst Steve sweats, nailing the bed to the floor.

“Well, just be careful, there’s nails and stuff on the floor.”

Bucky grins at Steve like he’s being really cute and Steve holds his tongue, goes back to work with Bucky’s eyes burning into his back.

Bucky lights up a cigarette and smokes whilst Steve works. Silent. It’s pretty damn terrifying. After about an hour, Bucky gets up silently and leaves, leaving the empty beer and cigarette ash on the floor. Steve rolls his eyes, clears it up, and chucks it in the bin.

“What was that about?” Sam asks, sticking his head round the door.

“Fuck knows.” Steve shakes his head and gets on with his job.

About ten minutes later, Bucky comes back with a tray. A jug of ice water and a couple of glasses of water balanced on it.

“Hey, thought you might be hot,” he says to Steve, smirking, his eyes traveling all over Steve’s chest. Except they can’t be.

The guy’s straight. He’s married to a supermodel for god sake.

“Thank you,” he says.

“No problem,” Bucky says with a grin and turns to leave.

Steve doesn’t leave enough time before pouring half the water straight over his head. Bucky turns back at the noise, flicks his eyes up and down Steve, and Bucky’s tongue darts out over his bottom lip.

“Really were hot, huh?” he says innocently before leaving.

Steve gulps the rest of the water down.

Steve’s not sure how Bucky keeps sneaking up on him. God knows the man isn’t quiet and subtle. Still, Steve supposes he is working with a lot of loud machinery.

The first indication Bucky’s even behind him is when he feels the cold metal of Bucky’s ridiculous necklace on his back.

Steve shivers and jumps.

“Sorry,” Bucky says, not sounding sorry at all, as he peers over Steve’s shoulder at what Steve’s doing.

“This is, uh, gonna be the base of the water bed, like you wanted, right?” Steve says, desperately hoping Bucky’s not changed his mind again.

“Oh, yeah, awesome. Did you start on the swing yet?”

“Not yet, si-Buck,” Steve corrects. “That’s next.”

“So cool,” Bucky grins, not backing off. Watching Steve work from over his shoulder. “You’re really good with your hands.”

Steve nearly drops the nail gun.

“I mean, look at this, it’s so perfect. How it all fits together, so smooth.” Bucky runs his hand over one of the joins.

Steve catches Bucky’s wrist in his hand and stops him. Bucky raises his eyebrows.

“Be careful. That bit’s not smooth, yet,” Steve explains.

Bucky huffs a laugh right in Steve’s ear. He smells like cigarettes, sweat, and whiskey, and Steve’s never found that attractive before but, well, he’s not designed a sex swing for a rock star before either.

“Oh,” he says low in Steve’s ear. “I’m sure I could handle a splinter, I’m a big boy.”

Steve closes his eyes. He’s going to have a mental breakdown.

He yelps as he feels something cool against his naked side. Bucky laughs and Steve sees it’s a beer bottle Bucky’s brought.

“You looked hot,” is all he says in explanation and puts the beer on the bed frame.

Steve takes a deep breath then moves the bottle off the unvarnished frame before it can leave a mark.

“Thanks. Ain't got A/C in here?”

Steve turns to look at Bucky. He shouldn’t have. Today’s thong is velvet leopard print.

“Oh yeah, that’s going in last. It’s in the rest of the house. My bedroom’s like a freezer, if you ever wanted to cool off.”

Bucky says it completely innocently and then gets up and leaves. Steve’s going to have a mental breakdown.

Steve is used to working with loud noises. He is. But the gunshots going off at random intervals are shredding his nerves. He looks out the window at Bucky and the guys he’s got around him, whooping and shrieking like idiots whilst Bucky shoots god-knows-what off the fence. Bucky has both hands in the air in celebration and Steve looks a little too long at the lines of his lithe body.

“What the fuck are they doing out there?” Sam asks, making Steve jump.

“Shooting guns and screaming like teenagers, by the sounds of it.”

Sam tsks. He’s a war vet, and probably hates the gunshots even more than Steve does.

“I’ll go talk to him.”

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” Sam says.

He looks over his friend and shakes his head.

“No. I’m gonna go talk to him.”

“It’s fine, Steve, I – “

Sam’s jaws tense though, and while Steve knows Sam could probably put up with it, he shouldn’t fucking have to.

“I’m going.”

“While you’re down there, tell him his form’s appalling.”

Sam is more important than whatever weird way Bucky has got him feeling. He walks down to the garden. He feels uncomfortable, but he can put Sam ahead of that. It’s always easier for him to talk to people when he’s standing up for someone else.

By the time he gets down there, they’ve left the guns and gone to sit at the table and, for a second, Steve is completely wrong-footed by the fact that Bucky is wearing what looks like a velvet, leopard-print hat. At least he’s got pants on today.

“Oh, hey, man,” Bucky looks up at him and raises his bottle. “How’s it going? There a problem?”

“No, uh, could I talk to you about something?”

One of Bucky’s friends makes an amused noise but Bucky shrugs, pushing himself up off the table with that drunk feline grace and walking over to Steve.

“What’s up?”

“Uh,” Steve tries to focus. When did he start finding this man attractive? This man is ridiculous. “I just…my friend, Sam. He served.”

Bucky looks at him, uncomprehending. Steve looks to the guns and back at Bucky. Bucky’s face is still completely blank.

“So?”

“Guns. You heard of gunshots making vets jumpy?”

“Oh!” Realization dawns. Jesus. How many brain cells does this guy have left?

Steve tenses, wondering how Bucky’s gonna take it.

“Oh, sorry, man, yeah, he gonna put a hammer through a wall or something?”

Jesus Christ.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, man,” Bucky says. “I’ll lay off it while you guys are here.”

“Thanks,” Steve gives him a genuine smile. “Appreciate it.”

“Jesus Christ, man, where’d you get your steroids?” one of the guys yells at Steve as Bucky walks back towards them.

Bucky smirks at Steve, looking him up and down. Steve realizes he didn’t put his shirt back on.

“Yeah, you wanna job as a bodyguard one day, I could use someone like you around,” Bucky says.

Steve can honestly imagine nothing worse right now.

“Uh, I’m good.” He goes to walk back towards the house.

“Hey,” Bucky calls out to him again and Steve turns.

Bucky comes back up to him with two beers.

“For your buddy.”

“Thanks.”

Steve nods and takes them back up to the room where Sam and he are working.

Sam blinks at the beers he’s holding.

“What the fuck?”

“The talk went well.”

“Did you give him that stern grandpa look?”

“Shut up. You’re supposed to say thank you. He said he won’t do it while we’re here.”

Sam looks surprised.

“Shit. Thanks, man.”

“Apparently, he’s not a total shit head.”

“Wonders never cease. Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

Steve’s putting the cabinets into the bathroom the next day, listening to Bucky’s wife screaming above him as Bucky fucks her. He looks at Sam. Sam looks at him with an equally pained expression.

“You think she’s faking?” Sam whispers and Steve laughs, forever grateful for his best friend.

“I dunno, that or he’s actually killing her.”

“Shit, I bet he’d pay top dollar for us to keep that quiet.”

“Bucky, ooo, harder, fuck my tight little pussy, I’m so wet.”

Sam hands Steve a pair of ear defenders.

“You’re the best.”

That’s how, an hour or so later, Bucky sneaks up on him again. Steve nearly jumps out his skin as Bucky taps him on the shoulder. Steve pulls the ear defenders down and turns. Bucky is in a black and white stripe g string today. Steve thinks this one might be silk.

“Why you got those on?” Bucky frowns at the ear defenders, not seeing any power tools in sight.

“Oh, must have just left them on.” Steve shrugs and takes them off, putting them on the side.

He can smell sex on Bucky. He thinks he’s imaging it at first but he definitely stinks of come and sweat and that should be disgusting but Steve’s hind brain is perking up.

“If you wanted to use the shower, it’s not quite ready yet,” Steve drawls before he can stop himself, looking pointedly at the gap in the room where the shower’s gonna go.

Bucky laughs loud and Steve is so relieved he doesn’t get fired on the spot. Bucky sniffs and nods.

“Yeah, fair point. I just had an idea for the bathroom, that’s all, wanted to tell you about it real quick before I forget.”

Steve tries to keep a straight face. He’s not sure he can cope with any more of Bucky’s inspired design ideas.

“Uhuh?”

Bucky grins at him. Steve thinks he hasn’t done a great job of keeping a straight face.

“Twin shower heads.” Bucky points to the wall. “And a waterfall shower in the middle.”

Steve nods, that’s okay.

“I’d have to check the pressure and – “ Steve stops when he sees Bucky’s eyes glazing over. “I should be able to do that, yeah.”

Bucky grins.

“Amazing. But, could you put it over there.”

Bucky points to the other side of the room. Steve blinks. That’s where the cabinets are. That he just finished putting up.

“But…”

“I know, I know, but this way, you’ll be able to see the bed from the shower.”

Steve frowns. Don’t cry, Steve.

“Why would you want to see the bed from the shower?”

Bucky gives him a lecherous grin.

“So I can see her taking a shower.”

“But, if you’ve got dual shower heads.” Steve frowns. “Won’t you both already be in the shower?”

He has no idea why he’s even trying to get his head round this.

“Not every time, man, you’ve gotta keep things interesting.” He grins at Steve. “Besides, maybe we’ll have friends over.” He winks at Steve.

Steve takes a deep breath.

“Sure. Okay. It’ll take longer though, and cost more, and…” Steve stops when Bucky’s waving his hand dismissively at him. “Okay. Sure.”

“Thanks man, you’re the best.”

Steve goes to the cabinets and starts the arduous process of undoing all his hard work. Bucky leans against the frame and watches him.

“So, how long you been a carpenter for?”

Steve wonders how much you get for murder these days in this state.

“Since I finished school. Started as an apprentice.”

“Uhuh. And, you and Sam, he your boyfriend?”

Steve nearly drops the nail puller and Bucky laughs.

“Oh. No. We’re just friends,” Steve tries to recover.

“I don’t mind, man, I’m not a homophobe.”

Steve shakes his head.

“Honestly, we’re just friends.”

“Are you gay, though?”

Steve closes his eyes and then looks back at Bucky over his shoulder, trying to convey with his stare that this is deeply inappropriate. Bucky just raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah, I am,” Steve says eventually, wondering if this will satisfy Bucky’s curiosity and he can go back to fucking his wife or playing drums so very loudly.

Bucky nods but remains where he is. Steve takes the side of the cabinet down and places it on the floor.

“You ever try fucking a woman, though?”

Steve closes his eyes.

“No.”

“You should.”

Steve’s exasperated look must finally get through to Bucky cos he laughs.

“Sorry. I’ll let you get back to work.” He walks out, casting a knowing grin over his shoulder.

Steve closes his eyes and counts to ten.

The next day, Steve has almost finished the cabinets in their newly allocated space when Bucky stumbles into the room.

He frowns as he looks up, thinking for a second that Bucky’s been hurt or something, when he clocks the bottle of Jim Beam in his hand and realizes he’s just drunk. Drunk in a black leather thong that does things to Steve’s brain that it shouldn’t.

Bucky staggers towards him.

“Shit, Bucky, you okay?”

Bucky still doesn’t have any proper clothes on and he’s stumbling around a construction site.

He stumbles right into Steve’s arms in a way that Steve isn’t sure is entirely accidental.

“Hey, Steve.”

“Hi, Bucky,” Steve says, trying to keep his voice even. He can easily take Bucky’s weight and, god, if that doesn’t conjure up an image or two. Stop it, Steve. The man’s deranged. And, married. And, not gay.

“You’re so solid,” Bucky says, sounding dazed and far away as he leans on Steve’s bare chest.

“And, you’re so floppy.”

Bucky laughs.

“You sure?”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t last five seconds even if you weren’t. Come on,” Steve sighs and lowers Bucky to the floor.

Bucky splays himself out on the floor like a starfish and Steve rolls his eyes. Sam walks back in the room and raises his eyebrows.

“He breathing?”

Steve tilts his head. Pokes Bucky’s shoulder with his foot. Bucky lets out a loud snore.

“Yep.”

Sam nods and steps over Bucky, going back to his work. Steve follows suit, eventually his good hearted nature gets the better of him and he hauls Bucky back to his bedroom. He knocks on the door.

“Hello?” A female voice he’s far too familiar with comes through the door.

“I think I have something that belongs to you, ma’am.” Steve calls.

She opens the door in a full robe and laughs as she sees Bucky.

“Just set him right over there,” she says with a smile, gesturing to the bed.

Steve walks in. It is indeed about ten degrees cooler in the bedroom. He puts Bucky on his side on the bed, nods to his wife who’s gone back to her magazine, and goes back to the job.

It’s another two days before he sees Bucky again and he isn’t sure if it’s because he’s lost interest in them and the work, if he’s busy, or just nursing a killer hangover.

They’ve made a lot of progress and Bucky whistles when he walks in the room. The thong of choice today is metallic electric blue and Steve tries desperately not to look at it.

“Hey, this looks sweet!”

Steve smiles. That’s good. That means no more changes.

Bucky’s spinning a drumstick in his hand as he struts through the room.

He looks between the bed and the bathroom and frowns.

“Oh, but do you think...”

Steve's face falls and Bucky barks a laugh.

“I’m just fucking with you, man. It’s perfect. Don’t change a thing.”

He winks at Steve’s exasperated expression and Steve closes his eyes for a second.

“Good. I’m glad you like it.”

Bucky grins that shit eating grin at him. God. What Steve wouldn’t give to fuck it off his face. Leave nothing but a gasping, slack-jawed, panting – stop it, Steve.

“So, you’re a drummer, then?” Steve blurts out before he says anything more awful.

“Shit.” Bucky smiles then shakes his head. “You really don’t know who I am, do you?”

Steve shakes his head.

“Do you know who she is?” Bucky points upstairs, a stark reminder that he’s well aware his bedroom is right above where Steve and Sam are working and the noises they must hear every day.

“Nope.”

“Christ.” Bucky laughs, shakes his head. “She’s the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

Bucky laughs, flicks his eyes up and down Steve, shakes his head again, then walks out of the room.

Sam won’t stop laughing at him.

“Shut up.”

“Steve, you have not stopped blushing the entire time you’ve been hanging that thing up. I can’t help it.”

“Well, it’s not my usual line of work!” Steve snaps, standing back and looking at the swing.

“Why don’t you just pretend it’s a kid’s swing or something?”

Steve looks at the velvet covered sex swing hanging from the ceiling with its dangling restraints.

“Wait, no, that’s gross. Sorry. I was trying to make it less gross,” Sam puts his hand over his face.

Steve shakes his head.

“You think it’s gonna hold?” Sam asks.

“Of course it’s gonna hold! I can make a bed to support someone but you don’t think I can make a swing?”

“Well, beds don’t hang from the ceiling.”

“It’ll hold, look at it, it’s sturdy!” Steve pulls on it and looks at the ceiling.

“Don’t tell me you’re proud of that thing?” Sam asks.

Steve shrugs.

“I’m proud of all my work, Sam. Just please don’t put this on our flyer. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life making sex swings for crazy rock stars.”

Sam laughs.

“It’s niche, though, I bet there’s a market for it! You could over charge.”

Steve shakes his head.

“There is not enough money in the world.”

“Is it ready?” Bucky asks Steve as he’s cleaning up for the day. Sam left a couple of hours ago, since the electric was all done and he was waiting on a part for the rest of the work.

“Huh?” Steve asks, looking around the room and frowning, the room is definitely getting there, but it’s definitely not ready.

“The swing!” Bucky says, his eyes wide with excitement. He’s wearing another tiny thong, this one zebra striped nylon. At least he doesn’t look blackout drunk today.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, I finished that this morning.” Steve gestures to it.

Bucky grins like a child at Christmas and runs over to it.

“You really should put on some shoes in here, Buck,” Steve says, wincing as Bucky skids in his bare feet through the dust.

Bucky ignores him, running his hands over his new prized possession.

“You think it’ll hold?”

“Of course it’ll hold,” Steve says, letting a bit too much pride come through in his voice.

“You tested it?”

“What?” Steve asks, trying not to blush.

“You tested it? I’m not putting the sexiest woman in the world in this if it’s just gonna fall down, you know, I love her!”

“It’s not gonna fall down.” Steve gestures to the supports on the ceiling which he realizes mean absolutely nothing to Bucky.

He rolls his eyes and, against his better judgment, walks across the room, sits down on the swing, and lifts his feet off the ground. He kicks off the floor, letting it spin around a little.

“See? If it’ll hold me, it’ll hold your wife.”

Bucky stands back and flicks his eyes over it critically. He tugs on the swing, like he has anywhere near the strength you’d need to break it.

“But, what if I’m really going at it, you know?”

Steve can’t help the way his eyes flick over Bucky’s body.

“You’re not gonna break it.”

“You calling me scrawny?”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“No, Buck, of course not.”

“Well, you’re strong,” Bucky says.

“Yeah?” Steve says, not getting Bucky’s point.

“Get up.”

Steve gets up with a sigh.

“If you don’t like it like this,” Steve sighs. “The only option to give it more support is to build a frame for it but I really don’t think you need…” Steve trails off as Bucky lays back on the swing then gestures for Steve to come closer. “What?”

“Come here. You be me. I’ll be her.”

“What? No!”

“Oh, calm down! I don’t want you to actually fuck me, just come here and pretend and we’ll see if it holds.”

For the love of god.

“Unless you think it’ll break?” Bucky raises a challenging eyebrow.

Steve’s pride fucks him over, yet again. He shrugs and walks back up to the swing.

“Alright, fine.”

Bucky looks up at the cuffs.

“These work?”

“Course they fuckin’ work,” Steve can’t help it, Bucky’s been winding him up since day one. The grin Bucky gives him makes him realize it’s 100% intentional. “You really…alright, fine.” Steve huffs and takes Bucky’s wrists and straps them into the cuffs.

Bucky grins at him.

“Okay, honey, have at it.”

Steve rolls his eyes, maneuvers himself in between Bucky’s legs and starts moving his hips forward. He can feel the smooth fabric of Bucky’s thong against his dick as he moves and ohhh shit. The swing moves with them and Steve tenses for a second, maybe slightly doubting his handiwork now he’s putting all his weight on it. Especially on top of his boss.

“Nah, come on! Get on top of me. Really put your weight behind it.”

Steve wonders what he did in a previous life to deserve this. He lets his weight drop onto Bucky, only realizing then that Steve is topless, and Bucky might as well be fucking naked in that ridiculous g-string. Bucky’s breath hitches. Steve doesn’t comment. He just does as he’s instructed, grinding down against Bucky, shoving his hips forward like they’re fucking. He’s trying, desperately, not to think about how good Bucky feels underneath him, how it would feel to properly fuck him like this, fuck out all his frustrations on the bratty, impossible rock star.

“Satisfied?” Steve asks as the swing holds.

“You think I’m only gonna last ten seconds? Come on, man.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

“I’m gonna hurt you, I keep doing this.”

“Nah, hang on.” Bucky shifts underneath him, wrapping his legs round his waist so Steve’s crotch is pushed up against Bucky’s ass. “Go for it.”

So far, Steve has been concentrating on a splotch of the leopard print just to the side of Bucky’s ear. Now, he looks over at Bucky.

“Seriously?”

Bucky gives him a challenging look and Steve wishes he wasn’t so easy to bait. He tries to look nonchalant and puts one hand on Bucky’s hip, the other on the swing, and starts slamming his body against Bucky’s. He’s not thought this through at all because immediately his body starts to react exactly as it should. Cos Bucky feels fucking great underneath him. God, he’d wreck Bucky. He wouldn’t be able to walk for a week if Steve let himself loose on him.

“Oh, Sam’s a lucky man, huh?” Bucky teases as Steve’s hard dick pushes into his thigh.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Steve pants, it’s way too hot in there, he’s already getting sweaty, his skin sliding against Bucky’s and this was such a dumb idea. He keeps going, trying to ignore the fact that Bucky’s panting underneath him, his dick obviously hard in thatstupid zebra striped thong, too.

Bucky’s cheeks are flushed, and he looks too good with his arms up like that and – Steve needs to back off.

“Satisfied?” He asks Bucky again.

Bucky arches up, tipping his head back, rubbing his dick against Steve’s abs and hissing.

“Not yet. Think you could though, with that thing.”

Steve goes to move back but Bucky chases him, pulling him back in with his legs around his waist and leaning up.

“Don’t you wanna fuck me?” he purrs in Steve’s ear.

Steve finds out that the swing really can take his whole weight as his feet slip from under him in surprise and he ends up fully splayed out over Bucky as the swing rocks back and forth.

Bucky laughs.

He thought Bucky might want to mess around, in that curious straight guy way, to generously offer that Steve could suck his dick if he wanted. He didn’t expect a straight boy to be willing to spread his legs for him and suggest something like that.

“You’re married.”

Bucky smirks.

“We’re pretty relaxed about that.”

“You’re straight.”

Bucky laughs.

“There’s this new thing, bisexual, you heard of it?”

Steve groans. He wasn’t really sure before now he believed that was a real thing.

“Fuck,” he sighs in Bucky’s ear. “You ever even been with a guy? Askin’ shit like that?”

He knows he shouldn’t talk to his boss like that, but he thinks they’re probably long past that.

“Yeah,” Bucky says low in his ear. “Don’t worry, I’m not some curious straight guy who doesn’t know how to take dick.”

Steve’s brain stalls.

“Uh.”

Bucky feels so good underneath him. And, apparently can read his mind a bit. Steve tries to resist the primal urge to just get naked and stick his dick in him.

“I don’t have any lube.” Maybe this will save him.

“There’s some in the pouch,” Bucky says, nodding to the pouch on the side of the sex swing Steve hadn’t even noticed while he was putting it up.

“Fucking hell. Okay.” Steve takes a deep breath. Who was he kidding, he was never gonna say no. “Fuck.”

“You okay, Steve?” Bucky smirks at him.

“I’m just worried I might break a little thing like you in half,” Steve says back, trying to get out of this with his dignity intact.

He steps back off the swing and undoes his jeans, pushes down his underwear, and kicks it all off.

“Ugh, fuck, yeah,” Bucky says, staring at Steve’s hard dick. His tongue darts over his lips and Steve is tempted to delay fucking him to ram his dick in that pretty little mouth. Fuck. Get a hold of yourself, Steve.

Bucky looks way too good lying on the velvet leopard print, hands tied, like he’s there just for Steve to do whatever he wants with.

“Come back here,” Bucky says.

Steve walks back over to the swing slowly, stroking his dick and letting his eyes drag all over Bucky’s body.

He reaches out and cups Bucky’s dick and balls through the thong, staring Bucky hard in the eyes.

“Fuck,” Bucky sighs.

“These. Are obscene. Jesus. Barely even need to take them off.”

He snaps the back elastic and Bucky gasps.

“You can’t just go walking round your house in a g-string like that.”

“Sure, I can,” Bucky grins. “It’s my fucking house.”

Steve shakes his head at him, lies back over Bucky on the swing and ruts his dick against the bulge in Bucky’s thong, holding his hips still with both hands splayed across Bucky’s hips.

“Ah fuck,” Bucky grins, tilting his head back. “Uhuh, yeah. You’ve got such big hands. Love watching your hands. Kept thinking about them inside me, real deep, strong, uh,” Bucky squirms in the swing, pulling on his wrists.

“You’re a fucking pervert,” Steve mutters in Bucky’s ear then drags his teeth down Bucky’s neck. “Thirsting after one of your employees like that.”

Hearing Bucky moan shouldn’t be anything new, he’s been listening to him fucking his wife for weeks, but when he does it right in Steve’s ear, it hits a little different.

He can feel that side of him taking over, the side that Bucky may not have exactly signed on to. He needs to keep his mouth in check.

“If we’re gonna do this, I gotta tell you, Bucky,” Steve says, reaching for the lube and condoms in the pouch. “That I think you’re an awful, spoiled little rockstar, that you’re completely deranged, and I have no idea who your band is.”

Bucky lets out a delighted laugh.

“Well, I think you’re a killjoy with a stick up his ass that doesn’t know how to relax.”

“Oh, I know how to relax, Buck.”

He spreads Bucky’s legs, pulls the thong to the side, and slides a finger inside him. Steve blinks.

“You’re already slick,” Steve says.

“Uhuh, thought today might be the day I wore you down. Oh!”

Steve frowns. Wait. What?

“What?”

Bucky barks a laugh then moans as Steve pushes somewhere good.

“Mmm, yeah.” Bucky’s body goes slack with the pleasure, opening his legs wider for Steve. “Oh, God, Steve, yeah, so good, knew your fingers would feel amazing.”

“Fuck, you really do like getting your ass fucked, don’t you? You little slut.”

“Uhuh.” Bucky’s eyes have fallen shut, lips slightly parted as Steve fucks him with two fingers.

“All this time...you were trying to get me to fuck you?”

Bucky laughs then moans again.

“Uhuh, thought I was being pretty obvious. Take ‘em off,” Bucky whines, looking down at the skimpy striped nylon, lines distorting as they stretch over his aching dick.

Steve hooks his fingers and Bucky moans loud.

“Nah, don’t think I will. Think these can stay on for now.”

“Uh! Fuck. Steve. Oh, my God. It’s been so long since I got fucked, you gotta...fuck, put it in!”

Steve adds another finger and looks down at Bucky’s cock, now straining obscenely against the fabric of the front of the thong.

“I dunno, Buck, you’re pretty tied up. Not sure you’re calling the shots here, anymore.” Steve needs to stop. But, he can’t help it. Bucky’s just such a brat.

“Still...oh, god...still in my house, what, you want me to beg?”

“Couldn’t hurt. I think that’s what you need. I think you need more than just a hard fuck. Think you need someone to put you in your place, brat.”

Bucky shudders underneath him and, yeah. Steve’s got that right. Uh. That’s interesting.

“Uhuh,” Steve says. “What d’you think, you wanna be a good boy for me or do I need to put you over my lap?”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“You want me to call you sir, as well? Cos I’ll call you anything you like if you get that dick in me.”

Steve slaps him hard on the ass and Bucky’s breath hitches, his dick twitching through his pants.

“Oh, shit,” Bucky blinks at him.

It’s Steve’s turn to smirk and he pulls back his fingers.

“Oh, f...fuck, yeah, please. Fuck me, Steve, fuck, I need it. I need it really hard please, rough, I like it rough, fuck, please, I...”

“I’m sure you do, honey,” Steve drawls in Bucky’s ear and Bucky gasps. Probably finally realizing the vulnerable position he’s in right now, his wrists tied and under a man twice his size. “But, I think you’ve been getting a little too used to having everything you like. Everything you want.” He says it slowly in Bucky’s ear and Bucky shudders.

“Fuck,” he gasps.

“I could do anything I wanted with you right now, brat. You know that?”

Bucky squirms underneath him.

“So, what? You think I can’t take it?”

Steve chuckles low in his ear.

“I’m not just talking about fucking you hard, or slapping you on the ass. I’m talking about pushing your limits. Maybe not giving you what you want for a very long time. Or maybe...” he takes Bucky’s face and runs a thumb over his jaw. “Maybe giving it to you so much you cry.”

“Please, I’ve had plenty of sex before. There’s nothing I can’t take.”

“Okay. Sure. We’ll circle back round to that, tough guy.”

“I’ve had bigger than you.” Bucky huffs.

“Uh, fuck, honey, you think it’s all about size? About strength? It’s not about that at all. I’m gonna wreck you, honey. I’m gonna put you on your knees. You’re gonna cry on my dick, you little brat. And, it’s gonna be the sweetest thing I ever heard.”

He thinks it’s gonna be too much, he needs to back off, but Bucky, despite fucking himself back on Steve’s fingers, manages to make his face blank and roll his eyes.

“Whatever, dude, get on with it.”

Steve shrugs. He can play this game.

“Okay. You want me to stop, you tell me.”

He pulls Bucky’s legs up without warning, keeps the string of the thong pulled to the side, and buries his face in between Bucky’s legs.

“Uh!” Bucky gasps in surprise. “Uh fuck.”

Steve licks and sucks at him, getting gasps and moans from Bucky that makes him think that no one’s done this to him before, or if they have, they haven’t done it well.

He pushes his tongue in and Bucky yelps. Steve keeps doing it, then slides his hand into Bucky’s thong, ready to back off if Bucky’s gonna come.

“Mmm, fuck, Steve, that’s amazing,” the wonder in his voice is beyond adorable.

Yeah, Bucky thinks he’s experienced cos he’s managed to take a dick before. Steve thinks no guy has ever really taken their time with him before. Just fucked him and been on their way. Never taken the time to drive him out of his mind. Poor baby.

Bucky’s breath hitches when he pushes his fingers back in.

“Fuck, stop, I’m gonna...”

Steve squeezes Bucky’s dick and pulls back and Bucky groans.

“Thought you said you could last more than ten seconds.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Bucky mutters. “You gonna fuck me or what?”

Steve shoves two fingers back inside and hooks and Bucky yelps, arching up off the swing and pushing himself down on Steve’s fingers.

Steve puts a hand on his chest and pushes him right back down.

“Shh, honey. Patience. I’m gonna edge you honey, you know what that is? Mr. sex god rock star?”

Bucky splutters, Steve’s fingers pushing on his prostate seeming to be impacting his higher brain function.

“It means, honey, that I’m gonna keep making you feel good, but every time you get close to coming I’m gonna stop. Unless you’re a whimpering, begging mess.”

He can see the subtle changes in the way Bucky’s reacting to his words, the heavy look in his eyes, the way he relaxes, all of it.

“Fuck,” Bucky moans. “Why?”

“Because it’s fun. I wanna make a mess out of you and it’ll make you come really hard,” he massages his fingers over his prostate again,“and because I think you need it, brat.”

Bucky’s head drops back and he moans, tongue flicking out over his bottom lip. It’s the sexiest nervous twitch Steve’s ever seen and he’s getting tempted to catch it with his teeth.

Steve keeps his fingers pushing there and kisses over the top of the thong, right over where the head of Bucky’s dick is straining against the fabric.

“Oh shit!”

Steve smirks, then starts sucking Bucky’s dick through the fabric. Bucky stares at him, mouth open, looking like he’s about to start begging.

“Oh please, fuck, take them off, take them off, I want your mouth on my dick.”

“Say they’re stupid slut panties.”

“They…” Bucky groans and pants. “They’re stupid slut panties!”

“And I only wear them cos I want people to look at my tiny dick.”

Bucky gasps.

“It’s not…”

Steve growls at him and Bucky groans.

“I only wear them cos I want people to look at my dick,” Bucky groans.

Steve sucks over the fabric still.

“Cos I’m an attention whore,” Steve instructs.

“Cos…” Bucky groans and squirms, glaring down at Steve.

Steve raises his eyebrows.

“Cos I’m an attention whore!”

“Good boy.” Steve finally pulls off the stupid thong and throws it across the room.

He slides his lips straight down Bucky’s dick and Bucky cries out.

“Fuck!”

Bucky’s dick is slim, like Bucky, and pretty. Steve sucks, gulping and taking it all in his mouth, teasing in that spot inside him at the same time.

“Oh, god, oh fuck, fuck, your mouth, Steve, I...m’god. So good.”

Steve pauses at the top for a moment, sucking the head in between his lips, and Bucky moans, staring at Steve.

“Fuck.”

He lets Bucky fuck up into his mouth, back onto his fingers, but keeps pulling his head back every time he thinks Bucky’s gonna come.

“Fuck, oh, fuck, please, Steve, come on. Please, I need–stop teasing me.”

“Do you need, or do you just want?”

“I need it,” Bucky groans. “Please, Steve. Please.”

“Can’t always get what you want, did you write that one?”

Steve isn’t sure if the groan is at his terrible joke or denying Bucky his satisfaction.

“Do you ‘need’ to come or do you ‘need’ my dick?”

Bucky looks at Steve like he’s asked him a very complicated question.

“I...dick. Your dick.”

“Mmm. Inside here?” he traces Bucky’s rim with his tongue.

“Yes!”

“Mmm, I wanna watch it go in, though. Wanna watch as I stretch you wide open, you little brat, watch you squeal as you try and take my dick.”

“I can take it!”

“Okay.” Steve says simply.

He undoes Bucky’s wrists but doesn’t give him any time to think before he shoves Bucky on his front and does the cuffs back up.

“Mmm, yeah, look at that.” Steve grabs Bucky’s ass with both hands hard.

Bucky’s breath hitches.

“Look at this pretty little hole. So tight, honey. Think we need to fuck it wide open.”

“Yes, fuck, Steve, yes.”

Steve pushes two fingers back inside. Then a third and Bucky groans, pushing back hungrily.

“Keep still.” Steve slaps his ass hard and Bucky jerks.

“Oh,” Bucky gasps.

“I just think it’d look a lot better if your ass was all pretty and pink, honey. That’s all.”

Bucky groans.

“Please, Steve, come on.” Bucky squirms in the swing.

Steve puts a hand on the back of Bucky’s neck, holding him down.

“Keep still.”

Bucky goes dead still. Huh. That’s interesting.

“You like it when I slap your ass, brat?” Steve asks. Squeezing where he slapped before.

Bucky shudders. Steve grins. Slaps Bucky’s ass hard again.

“Oh!”

“Like I said, honey. You just need someone to put you in your place. Say no to you once in a while.”

He grabs Bucky’s ass where it’s getting red and Bucky gasps again, grinding his dick into the swing.

“Oh, now, don’t you make a mess of your brand new swing. You know how much that cost?”

“Doesn’t...matter...” Bucky’s voice is heavy.

“It matters to me, honey. I spent all that time putting it up.” He slaps his ass again. “And I know money doesn’t mean shit to you, but people’s time is valuable. And, if you come all over this swing, honey, I’m gonna shove your face in it and make you lick it up.”

Bucky shudders. Steve smirks. Poor little brat, he probably has no idea what’s going on or why he’s enjoying it so much. Steve would never usually do it like this, so fast, but Bucky...he doesn’t like to use the phrase asking for it but...

“Now, I’m gonna fuck you, and you can come if you want, but if you make a mess you’ll have to clean up and I’m just gonna keep fucking you anyway, so think about it.

Steve rips open the condom and slides it down slowly, enjoying the way Bucky’s body tenses all the more at the sound.

Steve pushes the head inside his pretty little hole and Bucky sighs out in relief.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, yes, please, Steve. Please, I’ll be good. I’ll be so good,” Bucky babbles.

Shit. That was easier than expected.

“Oh yeah? You wanna behave, now?”

“Yeah, Steve, yeah. I’ll be good for you. I promise,” Bucky’s voice sounds almost slurred.

“Look at that. Look at your pretty little asshole opening up for my dick.”

It does look incredible. Steve traces his thumb round Bucky’s rim as he pushes inside and Bucky moans.

“Fuck, yes, yes, please, Steve. So good.”

Steve’s about half way in when Bucky starts to struggle. Steve is big. He wasn’t bragging.

“Oh, fuck. I...”

Steve strokes down Bucky’s back.

“Relax. It’s okay.”

“No, I need it, I can take it, I have, I ...”

“Bucky,” Steve says gently as he keeps easing himself into that ridiculous, tight heat, feeling Bucky’s body finally give itself over to him, stretch to accommodate an inch at a time. “You said you’ve been fucked by guys before. You ever done it sober? Or, were you always so drunk and stoned that you were probably as floppy as a rag doll, but you remember enjoying it?”

Bucky’s silence is telling.

“I...did want it but, yeah...guess...I...was drunk most o’ the time.”

“Mmm, well, I’ll teach you how to take it sober, honey. Gonna loosen you right up, wreck this sweet little hole, but the difference is, this time, you’ll remember every second.”

He pushes in another inch and Bucky whimpers.

“Oh god, Steve...feels huge.”

“Mmm, thank you, baby,” Steve purrs in his ear and Bucky shivers. That’s when Steve decides to try something else. “You’re being so good for me, honey, taking all this.” He shoves in the rest of the way and Bucky yelps. “Mmm, so good, sweetheart.”

“Steve, Steve, uh...” Bucky gasps as Steve rolls his hips, not pulling out, just grinding inside him, letting him feel it.

“Mmm, feel full, honey?”

“Uh,” Bucky whimpers.

“Feel nice?” Steve asks, keeping his weight pressing down on Bucky, running his hands over Bucky’s chest, his back, his teeth down his neck.

“Ohh, god, yeah,” Bucky sighs.

“Good.”

Steve starts fucking him slowly, keeps running his hands all over him, trying to distract him, keep him relaxed while he fucks him.

“Fuck,” Bucky gasps, and Steve can’t tell if it’s a good or a bad one.

“You okay?”

“Uh...so big.”

Steve laughs low in his ear.

“Thought you wanted a big dick, way you been looking at me, parading around in those skimpy thongs.” Steve slaps Bucky’s thigh and Bucky’s head snaps back.

“Oh! Yeah!”

Steve doesn’t miss how Bucky’s mouth snaps shut after that statement.

“It’s okay, honey. You can like that.” He eases up on the depth of his thrusts, goes shallow, pushing into Bucky’s prostate slow and deliberate.

“Oh!”

“Mhmm, yeah, that’s it.” Steve says in Bucky’s ear, keeping himself pushed up against Bucky’s back. Following his body as the swing rocks back and forth.

“Oh, fuck, so good,” Bucky gasps, “so good.”

“Yeah, like that, don’t you? My little brat.”

Bucky whimpers and that. Steve needs to remember that sound forever.

“Good boy. So good. Take my dick so good. We’ll get you pro in no time, baby.”

“Oh fuck, stop talking, gonna make me come.”

Steve chuckles in his ear.

“Oh, you like that?”

He moves his hips a little faster, keeps the angle.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

It’s rhythmic and beautiful and Bucky’s ass feels like heaven. Breaking him feels like heaven as Bucky starts to moan and beg into the fabric of the swing.

“Mmm, good, that’s it, that’s how you take dick, baby. Just like that. Tell me how much you like it baby?”

“Uh?”

Steve slows and Bucky groans.

“Steeeve.”

“Tell me how much you like it.”

“Uh...fu...uck. I love it, so good,” Bucky manages.

“Would you say anything for me honey, for this dick?”

“Uh...yeah...please, Steve.”

“You’re a spoiled brat, honey. What are you?”

Bucky groans, clearly on the edge of an orgasm.

Steve keeps hitting where he wants it, but painfully slow and too gentle for what he’s already figured out are Bucky’s tastes.

“Uh...fuck...I...puh...please.”

“I’ll give it to you, honey. Just tell me what you are?”

Bucky squirms and groans as Steve’s grip on his hips means he gets absolutely nowhere. He whines.

“Come on, you can do it, Buck.”

“I...I’m a brat.”

“You’re not just a brat, though, are you, you’re a spoiled brat. Hmm?”

“Yeah, yeah, Steve, please. I’m a spoiled brat, I’m a shit head, I’m a mess, I’m a nightmare, just give it to me.”

“Aw honey, you’re not a nightmare,” Steve coos. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Before Bucky can respond Steve starts fucking him hard again, shallow, just like he liked so much before and Bucky moans loud.

“Oh, mnnmm, yeah, yeah, fu...please, please.”

God, he’s so sweet. His ass is so fucking perfect. Steve wants to keep him like this forever, pleading and gasping, so close to the edge.

Bucky yelps suddenly, body trying to arch back against Steve and his ass clenching down against Steve as he comes. Steve holds Bucky down tight through his orgasm, fucking him harder, deeper, making Bucky squeal and scream.

“Mmm, yeah, that’s it, honey. Give it to me. Spill for me. Nice and hard, honey, that’s it, wanna wring every drop outta you.”

He waits till Bucky’s moaning and whimpering has calmed down to tsk in Bucky’s ear, to move a fraction just so Bucky feels that Steve’s still hard inside him.

“Oh,” Bucky says quietly.

“You made a mess of my swing.” Steve tuts in Bucky’s ear, pulls out and stands on the floor.

Bucky shivers.

Steve uncuffs Bucky but keeps a firm hand on the back of his neck, stopping him from getting up.

He drags him down the swing until Bucky’s kneeling on the floor and his face is in the sticky mess.

“Come on. You know what I said. Clean it up.”

And, Bucky does. Steve holds back a groan but only barely as Bucky licks out at it, lapping it all up the best he can and swallowing. Steve fights not to come all over Bucky’s back.

“Good boy,” Steve says as Bucky’s doing it, stroking his hands through Bucky’s hair over and over til he’s done.

Bucky groans.

“Okay. Good job. Reckon that’s clean enough. Stand up, turn around, sit down on the swing.”

Bucky steps up on shaky legs; Steve stands close in case he stumbles. Bucky turns to face him and, uh, fuck.

Big, gray eyes and swollen lips and not a spark of defiance left. Fuck. Steve’s broken him.

“Sit.”

The swing is clearly still damp, but Bucky doesn’t hesitate and sits down, looking up expectantly at Steve.

Steve tries to keep up the facade. Tries not to gulp heavily like he wants to.

“Shit, baby, you’re so pretty.” Or, maybe he’s broken Steve.

Steve takes Bucky’s jaw in his hand and runs his thumb over Bucky’s bottom lip. Bucky flicks out his tongue.

“You with me, honey, you good?”

“I’m good,” Bucky says slowly.

“Mmm, fuck. Open up, then,” Steve says, like he’s doing Bucky a huge favor here.

Bucky opens his mouth and Steve feeds him his throbbing dick. Bucky moans and Steve slides his hand round to the back of Bucky’s head, guiding him forward.

Bucky goes easy, taking it to the back of his throat. Steve doesn’t push too hard but, Bucky sucks eagerly, pushing his lips down and taking Steve deeper.

“Uh, fuck, sweetie, yes. Good boy. That’s so good. So good for me.”

Bucky shudders and Steve rakes his hand through Bucky’s hair. He’s sure Bucky mewls.

“So sweet like this. Maybe I could take that job as your bodyguard, huh? And you could be a brat all day, act like a snotty, insolent rock star but, we’d both know what you really are. Could take you to bed every night and reduce you to this. Slap your ass for every time you were rude, til you were all pink and swollen.”

Bucky whines round Steve’s dick and Steve laughs.

“Oh, I know, you’d like that, sweetheart. Uh, fuck.” He pulls back. “Breathe, honey.”

Bucky gasps in a breath and Steve groans at Bucky’s swollen pink lips.

Bucky goes back to licking and sucking at Steve’s dick without being prompted. Steve pulls him back by this hair and rubs his dick all over his face.

Bucky groans.

“Uhuh, like that, don’t you?”

“Yeahh,” Bucky moans, chasing Steve’s dick with his face and Steve has to exercise serious restraint not to come there and then.

“I wanna fuck you again. Lie back, legs up.”

Bucky lies back immediately and god. Steve’s fucked. He lifts Bucky’s legs up.

“You think these will fit in these cuffs?” he asks Bucky.

“Mmm?” Bucky says and Steve laughs.

“Yeah, they probably will, hey, yeah, there we go, and they spread your legs nice and wide too. Perfect.”

Bucky looks up at him between his legs with heavy hungry eyes. Steve looks down at Bucky’s half hard dick.

“That won’t do though, honey, I want you nice and hard for me. Can you do that?”

“Uhh, ye – uh!”

Steve strokes Bucky’s dick lightly, nowhere near enough and Bucky groans.

“Come on baby, don’t make me wait.”

Bucky squirms and moans.

Steve leans down and kisses Bucky’s neck and Steve is amazed that that’s finally the thing that makes him lose it.

“Oh! Fuck! Uh!” He arches up into Steve. “Steve, please, please.”

Steve bites down on his neck and feels Bucky’s hard dick push against his abs. Steve smiles.

“There we go, wasn’t so hard was it?”

Steve grabs Bucky’s hips and shoves back inside him. Bucky’s eyes roll back.

“Uh! Fuck. Yes!”

“See, you’re getting better at taking dick already.”

Bucky leans up and kisses Steve.

Steve is taken by surprise for a second, then goes with it, kissing Bucky hard. Bucky groans, opens his lips and lets Steve ravage his mouth with his tongue. Hot, filthy kisses that leave Bucky whimpering in his mouth and Steve struggling to hold himself back.

“Uh, fuck, baby.”

He meets Bucky’s grey eyes as he pulls on Bucky’s lower lip with his teeth. Bucky’s eyes go from hazy fucked out to focused as Steve shoves his dick in harder.

“Yes! Fuck!”

“Mmm, like that, don’t you? Like being fucked like a whore? Like a groupie, huh? Walk around pretending to be the rock star, playing at being a big guy, shooting your guns and raising hell…when this is what you need.”

“Fuck, yes, Steve, harder, need it, need you to…”

Steve quirks an eyebrow.

“Need me to what, honey?”

Bucky screws his eyebrows up, struggling with what he wants to say.

Steve pushes in deep, stays there, then kisses and bites up Bucky’s neck.

“What do you need, honey? You can tell me.”

“Come inside me.”

“Oh, is that all?” Steve says, kissing across Bucky’s jaw to his lips. “Was gonna do that anyway, Buck. You want me to come all deep inside you, lose control and fuck you real hard, then spill into you and get you all messy?”

“Fuck, yes, yes, Steve.”

“Tell me what you are, just one more time, and I’ll give you what you want, baby.”

“I’m a groupie brat.”

Oh. Well. Not exactly what Steve was going for, but still good.

“Goddamn right you are, desperate for dick like this, tied up in a rock star house, how could you be anything else?”

Bucky groans.

“Please, Steve!”

Steve rewards him, slamming his hips into him and kissing him hard. Bucky whines into his mouth, barely kissing him back, lying there with his mouth lax and letting Steve do whatever he wants with his mouth. With his body. God. Bucky’s ass feels like heaven. So hot. Bucky’s so hot. So pretty. So his.

Bucky squeals underneath him as Steve fucks him hard, taking his pleasure from that perfect little ass that’s been taunting him round the room for weeks.

“Steve!”

Steve’s losing himself, hoping to god he’s not actually hurting Bucky, more than he wants anyway, as he loses control, slamming into him and coming harder than he has in months.

“Uh, fuck, yes!” He groans, biting down onto Bucky’s shoulder as he comes.

It takes him a few minutes to come back to himself but when he does, he at least comes round enough to remember Bucky hasn’t got off, and slides down him, his knees hitting the floor, and he slides his lips down Bucky’s dick.

Bucky yelps.

“Oh! Oh fuck!” he gasps, and comes in Steve’s mouth in seconds. Steve swallows it down, gulping and sucking at him until Bucky starts to whimper.

Steve sits back on his heels and wipes his mouth. He smirks at Bucky looking at him with his head raised off the swing, dazed and fucked out.

“Hold on honey, let me clean you up.”

He undoes Bucky’s cuffs and cleans them both up with the shirt he threw to the side this morning, then lays back on top of Bucky on the swing.

Bucky sighs out happily, eyes still closed.

“Mmm, Steve,” he mumbles.

Steve runs his hands through Bucky’s hair until he comes back to him, opening his eyes and blinking at Steve.

“Well,” Bucky slurs eventually, “you made a good swing. Good work.” Bucky’s head drops back on the swing in exhaustion and Steve laughs.

“Thanks, boss.”

For a moment, it’s all Bucky can do to blink at the ceiling.

“The swing’s wet,” Bucky says, wrinkling his nose. “Get off me.”

Steve rolls his eyes but does as he’s told, getting up and stepping back from the swing. He pulls Bucky up to his feet when he looks like he might not be able to do it himself.

“Thanks.”

They stand side by side looking at the swing, Bucky tucked into Steve’s side.

“I dunno, though, Stevie,” Bucky says, rubbing the back of his neck and tilting his head and looking at the white stain on the velvet fabric of the swing. “I think it might look better in pink.”

“You know what else would look better pink?” Steve grabs Bucky’s ass and Bucky gasps, grasping at the straps of the swing for support as he retreats from Steve’s side.

“Ah!”

Steve chuckles.

“I think I need to lie down,” Bucky smirks at him over his shoulder as he holds onto the swing and bends forward, his ass on full display.

Steve rolls his eyes and swats at him playfully before pulling his own pants on, “you need another lesson so soon?”

Bucky moves to lean on Steve’s side with a hand around Steve’s shoulders and Steve puts his arm round Bucky’s waist. “Absolutely. Take me back to bed, then.”

#stucky

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thebelladonnaofbuffoonery · 2 years ago

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❀ JJK AS BOYFRIENDS, GOJO — MDNI ❀

happy belated birthday to our husband ✨

going old school with the headcanon format, but i literally couldn’t figure out a better way to slap all my thoughts into coherent sentences.

was originally planning on posting them all together but yuuji’s ended up being 1.7k words so i split them 😭

CONTENT: headcanons, gojo x reader, afab, 1,542 words, fluff, sfw + nsfw

itadori version

sfw

just like how he can’t tell when people don’t like him, he also can’t tell when people like like him -more than just a celebrity (that he thinks he is).

he realised he fancied you because instead of getting a rise out of you with his teasing, you always shot back with an equally playful remark and a smile; i swear it’s the only way to beat the guy.

this is definitely a you fell first but he fell WAY harder scenario.

everyone else is astonished how you can deal with him. like you earned his respect so much he actually… does stuff for you?? the first time you ask??

still, his love is shown pretty much exclusively through being annoying playful.

LOVES to tease you by using infinity to stop you kissing him/touching him. but you best believe he’ll be whining and complaining if you are the one to withhold kisses from him (hypocrite).

puts his big ass hands in your face constantly. not in a “guess who?” way but a *stops you talking*, *covers your entire face*, *blocks your eyes* way. especially if he’s bored.

like you’ll be tryna talk with utahime and he keeps doing this. you just gently pull and push his hands out of your way and continue but utahime is definitely screaming at him for interrupting her.

is a bajillionaire but will never order enough food for himself and instead snacks on yours. he eventually then buys himself his own, and regardless of how much you yourself ordered in comparison to him, he always covers the bill. always.

the “fights to slap his card down on the reader for your coffee” type of always.

he’s always paying for your nails and hair and new clothes, and then demands you do a photo shoot to show it off. “they need to know how good of a boyfriend i am!”

and he’s hyping you up in the comment section every 👏 single 👏 time 👏.

has been reported for harassment once bc someone didn’t realise you were dating.

you have also been asked “is he bothering you?” in public before bc he rizzes you up so much sometimes that you just drone it out and it looks like you’re not enjoying it.

if you get married you’d better expect he’s goin be like “stay at home mama, you don't need to work”, though he has the highest respect for your sorcery.

fully trusts you with his life and knows how capable you are with yourself, he just loves protecting and supporting you… in a few different ways.

he does little things like always walking on the side of you closest to the road, and holds your hand so infinity protects you too, and he always puts his jumper down before you sit on the ground/bench-seat/anything —would lay down in a puddle for you to safely walk over without tarnishing your shoes.

but then he also makes up saviour scenarios like purposely tightening a jar super tight so he has to open it or your belongings mysteriously end up on the highest shelf (giraffe lookin ass).

the type to say dumb shit like “if you don’t do this then you don’t love me” (he’s half joking).

like he uses that excuse for ANYTHING from asking you to go to a meeting in his place to simply picking up the remote that’s sitting like a metre from him.

but you best believe he would drop EVERYTHING for you.

like he could be in a lesson and gets a text from you saying you’re feeling slightly under the weather and he’s teleporting to you.

curse needs exercising? well y/n needs me to pick up rice on the way home. “she said *IF YOU’RE NOT BUSY*” “and? i’m not!”

believes you are incapable of doing something wrong. like you could be beating the shit outta anyone and he’s like “sounds like your problem g. she prolly has a good reason”

once you’re together, there are zero boundaries. does not understand them.

clinging to you like a mf koala in private and trailing you like a puppy in public.

megumi finds it pathetic. “just wait ‘til your cold heart feels love, young man!”

he acts like he’s picking you up for the first time all the time.

you could turn over to him in the middle of the night and he’d say shit like “come here often?”

the sheer dichotomy of his texts tho going from “on my knees for you, would give you the whole world, completely at your mercy” to “u up?” gives you whiplash.

he worships the ground you walk on, but as previously established, he has no boundaries when it comes to you so you best believe he’s sending you a “i’m horny. come over.” text whenever he wants.

doesn’t mean there’s not unfaltering love behind every word though 🥰

is expecting a “good morning/night” and “i’m home” text to make sure you’re okay.

texts you while you two are in the same room as well. you could be alone, sitting next to each other on the couch and he’ll message you.

especially loves to do this when there’s people around tho oml.

you two are insatiable gossipers with each other.

you’re giving each other the “r u seeing this shit?” look all the time.

not to mention you’re calling/texting each other when ANYTHING happens.

he’s calling you on the phone like “yo you would not believe what a lame-ass hoe just said” and gakuganji still standing there like🧍‍♂️

sugar coats nothing with you either -about other people or about you. like you could say “thoughts?” in the changing room and he’d straight up tell you “and prayers.”

but he’s being “helpful” as he calls it, and always has a “better” option to replace it with.

you can never take it to heart tho because he’s serious when he says he’s trying to be helpful!

that and the fact he’s calling you hot 24/7.

has definitely pretended to faint multiple times when you’ve walked into a room. “itadori!” “yes sir!” and gojo just flops back onto yuuji who’s expecting this with open arms.

this man is obsessed with hickies. he loves putting them all over your skin to show off, but he loves even more to brand them in places you wouldn’t normally see, like the inside of your thighs and all over your chest.

he also loves to show off hickies you gave him so you better be bruising up that pretty pale neck of his! he wears those marks like a trophy.

purposely makes it obvious when you’ve given him a really big one. “your neck-” “so you’ve noticed?” “why are you bragging to me?” “because i just know you’re marvelling at how cool i look” “it looks gross” “shut up megumi” and itadori is groveling at his feet like “teach me your ways!”.

we all know gojo is a big brother more than he will ever be a father figure to those boys.

he also loves kisses, which he never realised with all his unserious relationships beforehand, but with you? he’s obsessed.

he’s kissing you hello, goodbye, good morning, good night, brb, just because, “we haven’t kissed in forever!” it’s been two hours.

nsfw — mdni!

i think it’s well established gojo acts like a horny teenager.

he is moaning loud and proud with you -especially loves moaning into your mouth because it’s just so hot when you’re kissing him!

same thing when you’re kissing up his neck or across his shoulder or collarbone… he’s in heaven. kisses are his gateway to sex every. single. time.

like the text messages, he will straight up tell you when he wants to fuck or when you’re turning him on. there is no beating around the bush.

and pretty much everything you do turns him on.

hes definitely done some dumb shit like purposely tickled you and made you laugh during sex, he strikes me as someone extremely passionate, but pretty unserious during sex.

he loves teasing you more than just making you laugh though. he finds it oh so amusing to edge you and make you squirm for ages before he does really anything, and just watches and laughs as you whine and beg for him~

when he gives in though, he gives in. wildest ride of your life.

he loves teasing and messing around, but it’s not like he hasn’t got the skills of pleasure to back it up.

you would go through hours of his antics knowing in the end, he’ll reward you with the best fuck of your life.

there’s no way he’d ever be able to punish you, really, because afterwards he just showers you in love and exactly what you need to get off.

his aftercare is good too. cuddles all around.

he’s definitely staying inside you for a while afterwards are you both come down before finally pulling out and pulling you in close to him, pressing delicate little kisses over anywhere he can reach -completely contradicting the absolute beating (positive) you just received.

always preparing the shower for you after and always suggesting round two in said shower. how could you refuse?

a/n: this is my first time writing for gojo so i’m a little nervous it’s shit aha

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo smut #smut #fluff

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sunnnfish · 3 years ago

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Behold… the month a new Hirano to kagiura chapter should release….

#I am going to explode I am goin g to scream I am going to bite my foot off #I am going to cry I am going to be sick I am going to pass away #Hirano to kagiura

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luimagines · 3 years ago

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If requests are still open, pleasepleaseplease can you do a continuation of Prince!Twilight and Prince!Sky I am beg g i n g ok thank you have a good day!!

I thought you'd never ask.

You can read the first part right here!

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Prince Twilight

Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

You paced and paced and cried and paced. You swore there was a visible trench in your floor boards by the time you wore yourself out enough to get some sleep.

Even then, sleep was a fruitless endeavor. You tossed and turned and the only things that kept replaying in your head was his broken voice, the touch of his hand on yours and weight of the ring and your next decision.

Morning came faster than you had ever seen it happen.

You didn’t want to go.

You didn’t.

You doubt you would even be allow to be that close to the castle without some guards stopping you.

It was such a long walk to the castle from your house anyway.

What if he was messing with you the entire time anyway? What if he really wasn’t the prince and this was just to make you look like an idiot at the end of the day? ....But he had seemed to honest... and devastated when you ran from him.

And even then, you didn’t know what he wanted. You didn’t know why he decided to hang with you as long as he did. You didn’t know if he was just supposed to get a sick kick out of it or if he was going to get you in trouble with the royal family of all things. You didn’t know why he still wanted to be friends with you. you didn’t know what was going to happen if you didn’t go. Would you stop being friends? Would he never come out again?

Is he expecting you to join him in the palace? Why would he suddenly bring this up? He could have kept it secret. You didn’t have to know. What did he gain by telling you this? All it did was put a target on your back.

All you had to do was not show up.

You weren’t goin to do it.

Nope.

You found yourself just meters away from the entrance when you came to your wits.

And you were early.

Panicked and frantic, you dashed into the nearest hiding spot you could find. You tried in vain to calm your racing heart even as you held the ring in your hand. And held it close to your heart for good measure.

You looked over the bushes stealthily. You had enough view where you could peer into the royal gardens of the north gate. ... Wolfie was there, just as he said he would be. Looking up every spare moment to check the entrance of the gate.

The prince was dressed as you thought he would be. For once he appeared in fancier clothes than you had even seen him wear. It was casual but regal- the type of clothes that would still stick out even if he were to walk down the market square despite not being his official royal attire.

He was pacing back and forth, not dissimilar to how you were doing so last night.

Prince Link looked deep in thought. His head was down and his ears were flat against his head. His tail swished agitatedly behind him and it looked as if he was second from biting his finger off in anxiety. You’ve never seen him so uncertain before. Anxiety was something you didn’t think he was capable of. He looked scared.

Your stomach twisted in what only be called dread.

He was waiting for you to show up.

You found yourself frozen on the spot. The weight of the ring was the only thing keeping you tethered to the moment. You watched him go back and forth. The more time passed, the more he seemed to curl into himself and speed up in his pacing. His tail, which was once moving in agitation, slowed down until it was still and between his legs by the end of it.

The clock struck noon.

Prince Link jumps out of his skin somewhat and he looks back toward where you would have been coming from. He takes a deep breath and stays for an extra ten seconds before he lets it go. Link looks close to tears as he wraps his arms around himself.

He turns to head back inside.

Spurred by your own impulsiveness, you take off sprinting.

“Hey!” You scream. You stop at the entrance of the gate, unwilling to go further. You stomp in frustration, with yourself and the new barriers between you two. “You said noon! You couldn’t give me the benefit of the doubt?! The clock struck and I’m here! What do you want from me?”

Prince Link froze. His ears and tail perk up as he swivels in your direction. He tails gives his eletion away as it wags with enough force to nearly tear itself off. The unfallen tears still glimmer in his eyes as he stares agape at you. He gulps and breathlessly speaks. “...You’re here...”

You begin to shake as the tide of emotions threatens to throw you off of your feet. You’re scared and questioning everything in your life that would have lead you to this moment. “...I’m here...”

He begins to smile and takes a step in your direction.

You take a step back, stopping him in his tracks. You gulp and try to fight off your own tears. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

Twilight pauses, his elation falling somewhat at your reveal. He holds his hand out to you. “I just want to talk. I wanted to explain some things to you.”

You eye him suspiciously. “You were lying to me.... this whole time.”

A whine rips from his throat. “I know. I know... Please, this is why I had to tell you. Let me explain myself.”

You take a breath, holding the ring tightly within your fist.

Prince Link doesn’t move but he emphasizes his hand for you to take and lead you into the castle grounds.

Slowly, you take a step. Choking, you take a breath. And firmly, you take his hand.

You take your decision and let him lead you into whatever the future will hold for the two of you.

Prince Sky

You couldn’t help the feeling of dread as you rode on the back of the fabled loftwing. You had befriended it and took care of it when it was wounded. You didn’t think they would allow anyone to ride on their backs no matter what the relationship was.

The next level of absurdity was the idea that this was the prince of the kingdom in the skies that your home supposedly belonged to. you didn’t even think Skyloft was real and you’re flying toward it.

To go to your very own trial like a bitter and ironic cherry on top.

The bird, Prince Link, lands delicately on the solid ground above the clouds. He bends down for you to easily slide off. You do so but you find yourself weak in the knees.

It’s real. This whole place is real.

Arms wrap around you before you could even hit the ground. “Easy. This way. I won’t let them do anything to you. You just have to keep your head on straight.”

“That’s easier said than done.” You gasp for breath and follow him.

The people stare at you.

They dress so differently than the surface does. You’re inclined to stare back until you hear the whispers.

“Is that them?”

“They’re with the prince.”

“Who allowed this? Aren’t they a threat to the prince?”

“Isn’t that why they’re here?”

“Someone call the knights. They must be separated.”

Prince Link starts walking faster. He brings you to a building where he’s quick to bring you into a secluded room. A man steps through the door, dressed to the nines and bows. “Prince Link. A thousand greetings. It is an honor to see you safe and sound in your home once more.”

“Luka, please.” Prince Link stands as he sits you down. “Some tea and snacks if you please. I need to explain some things to my guest.”

Luka, as you learn his name, glances just behind Prince Link and lands his eyes on you. “Is this the one you speak so fondly of?”

“Shush shshhh!” He panics. “Luka, please. Not here. Not now. They’ve called to trial. And It’s my fault.”

Luka nods and bows once more. “As you wish, your majesty.”

Prince Link sighs and moves to sit down next to you. He takes a moment to breathe before he looks at you. “I am deeply sorry that I’ve brought this to you. I don’t know what’s gone through their heads but the council is quite aware of my recent galivanting across the surface. I’ve compromised you in the process. They think this so called rebellion of mine is linked to you. I should have been more careful.”

“...I know you mean well.” You say at last. “But I was convinced that Skyloft wasn’t real only an hour ago. I don’t think I’m in the mental space to take on any more unexpected, life and reality altering truths.”

He chuffs out a laugh and throws his head back. “I don’t blame you. We live so disconnected to the life of the surface... But are we not of the same lineage. We are one in the same. Your people are my people. I am to be king soon. I just wanted to see. I didn’t think I would get attached to you as much as I have.”

You take in a breath and place your hands in your lap, not entirely sure what to do with them. “Now what?”

He looks over to you. “I need you to know that you’ve been brought to trial under the charges of-”

“Treason!” The doors burst open. An older gentleman that you’ve never seen before throws open the doors and points at you with clear fury in his eyes. “And seduction of the crown prince!”

Prince Link stands and moves to block you from the borderline charging man. “They have done no such thing. Those accusations are false and hearsay!”

You’re frozen. Treason? Seduction? You thought he was just a bird! You didn’t even think he was a man, let alone the prince. How could it be seduction?!

You say it as such.

“We are old but not blind or deaf to now that our prince has been disappearing and he talks of the surface with a forlorn look in eyes.” The council member glares.

“They are innocent.” The prince growls. “They shouldn’t be on Skyloft.”

“And yet you brought them.”

“Because I wish to see them well. Had they ignored it or refused, you would have had their head instead!”

“They have you under a spell! You would not speak of them as you do!”

“He speaks of me?” You say quietly, startling both of them.

Prince Link tenses as a blush begins to over take his features. You look up at him and notice it. You suppose he does.

More so than you thought.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu twilight #lu sky #twi's is longer than i thought it would be #whoops #but keep in mind #this *was* the second part i had in mind

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phis-corner · 5 years ago

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I recently read your platonic brucinette post, it was amazing, i couldn't stop laughing. What if she invites herself over to the Manor or something and the boys have no idea who she is (cause I feel like he wouldn't mention her cause she would probably ruin his reputation even more since his kids would probably spread the stories to their own friends) but I feel like maybe Tim already know her since he was in Paris looking for Bruce (when he got "killed" by Darkseid), he would probably see her as a mom or fun aunt that he could vent to

Ask and you shall recieve! again, any grammar mistakes are because I did not bother proofreading. whoops.

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Dick Grayson had seen a lot of unexpected things throughout his lifetime, but he really did not expect to come downstairs for a nice bowl of cereal for breakfast and find a woman who looked eerily like the late Martha Wayne sitting at the table and eating his Bat Puffs.

Wait.

“Those are my Bat Puffs!” Dick shrieks, because he has priorities. That’s the last of his cereal, okay? And it’s going to be two days before Alfred goes on his next grocery run and he’s really bad at shopping for food on his own. Sue him.

Not-Or-Maybe-Possibly-If-You-Believe-Conspiracy-Theories-Martha-Wayne simply laughs, and easily dances out of the way of his grab for the bowl, moving out of his reach with an elegance and grace that can only mean she spends part of her day dressed in a different costume. Whether or not she was a good guy still remained to be seen, considering she had somehow broken into the Manor without setting a single alarm off and was currently eating the last of his Bat Puffs.

A truly despicable act, indeed.

“Grayson?” Damian chooses that exact moment to come down the stairs. “I heard you scream. What’s-” He snarls the moment he catches sight of Not-Martha-Wayne, pulling out a knife from somewhere in the folds of his pajamas and hurling it at her head with impressive speed and accuracy.

Not-Martha-Wayne simply ducks, letting the knife thud into the wall behind her, making Dick wince. Alfred was not going to be happy.

“Identify yourself, woman!” Damian screeches, pulling out another knife. “Who are you, and how did you get in here?”

Not-Martha-Wayne tilts her head, blue eyes sparkling with mirth. “Really? I’m not even allowed to eat cereal in my own home now?”

Dick is slowly growing more and more convinced that Not-Martha-Wayne is actually Zombie-Martha-Wayne.

Damian freezes, eyeing her suspiciously. “Your home?”

“Wh’s goin’ on?” Tim slurs, stumbling down the stairs. “Why ‘re you all screamin’?”

Maybe-Zombie-Martha-Wayne brightens when she sees Tim. “Timber! How’s it going?”

Tim rubs his eyes, once, twice, and then his face splits into a grin when he finally registers Maybe-Zombie-Martha-Wayne’s presence. “Marinette! It’s so good to see you!”

And okay, what.

Tim hurries down the stairs (meaning only marginally faster than before, he hasn’t had his morning coffee yet,) and ignores the coffee machine in favor of hugging Possibly-Undead-Martha-Wayne, who laughs and puts down the bowl of Bat Puffs in favor of hugging him back. Dick takes the opportunity to snatch the bowl away from her, mourning the fact that there’s only a bit of milk left at the bottom of the bowl.

“Good to see you too, Tim,” Not-Martha-Wayne, whose name is apparently Marinette (why does that sound familiar?) ruffles Tim’s hair. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Tim,” Dick says, at the same time Damian demands “Drake.”

“How do you know this woman?” They say at the same time (Dick stubbornly ignores that Damian replaced ‘woman’ with ‘harlot’).

“You mean you don’t?” Tim asks, frowning. “She’s-”

“Marinette,” Bruce cuts Tim off, having appeared at the foot of the stairs in his usual dramatic fashion.

Not-Martha-Wayne-But-Still-Really-Looks-Like-Her-Whose-Name-Is-Apparently-Marinette beams and waves cheerfully at Bruce, who looks done with life. “Hey, little brother! I see you haven’t gotten tired of dressing up as a giant bat to beat people up yet!”

Well, that was a lot to unpack. Dick decided he’d start with the easiest thing.

“Little brother?” He looks from Marinette to Bruce, Bruce to Marinette, noting the resemblance in both of them to Thomas and Martha Wayne. “You mean- she’s your older sister?” Dick shrieks, turning to Bruce. “Why have we never heard about her?”

“Really, Bruce?” Marinette gasps, mockingly placing a hand over her heart. “I’m devastated. How could you, after everything we’ve been through, not even tell your hundred thousand children that I even exist?”

Bruce doesn’t reply, instead letting out one long sigh through his nose. Huh. Sixteen whole seconds. Impressive.

“Just kidding,” Marinette grins once Bruce has finally stopped sighing. “He’s never told you because I travel the world a lot, my job is super dangerous, and because I’d expose all his deepest, darkest secrets.”

“Like his greatest fears?” Damian asks. Cass, who had silently entered the kitchen at some point or another, stood behind him, ready just in case he pulled out another knife.

Marinette tilts her head. “What? No!” Like how he wiped off one of the eyebrows on Sylvia McCartney’s face when he was four-”

She doesn’t get to finish that sentence because Bruce has made a mad dash across the kitchen, evidently aiming to get her to stay quiet. Marinette dances out of his hold with a giggle and continues speaking even as Bruce chases her all around the kitchen.

“-anyway, he declared that ‘she had something on her face’, wiped off one of her drawn-on eyebrows-” She ducks underneath a plate, which Cass deftly catches before it hits the wall. “-and then went ‘There. I got it for you!’”

A shoe flies at her head. Marinette bats it away with one hand.

Dick tries valiantly to stifle his snickers, but judging by the evil eye Bruce is giving him, it’s not quite working.

“And there was that time we were at that four-star restaurant in Star City and he ate too much and-” Marinette raises an eyebrow as she catches a toaster in her hands. “Really now, Bruce? A toaster? You know it’ll take more than that to stop me. So he ate too much and got a stomach ache, then started holding his torso and very loudly declaring that he was starting his period.”

Dick doesn’t even bother holding in the laughter this time, and neither do any of his siblings. If only Jason was here to see this, but alas, he was at his own apartment and had no clue that this was going on. Neither did Steph, for that matter, and Duke was already out on patrol since he was somehow a morning person. What a travesty.

“And then there was that time when-” Marinette is cut off by another one of Bruce’s long, very drawn-out sighs.

“Look, Mari, I think they get the point,” He groans (well - as close to groaning as the Batman ever got), pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can stop now.”

“Oh, you’re just annoyed that you couldn’t stop me,” Marinette retorts with yet another smile, and Dick is once again struck by how similar she looks to the lady in the portrait that hangs over the fireplace in the largest of the Manor’s three living rooms. “I suppose you’re right, however. Despite the abundance of embarrassing stories, they do run out at some point, and I’d prefer not to use them all up in one go, ya know? I have to be the cool aunt. Kate can keep wine aunt, but I’m the cool one now.”

“I think Miss Katherine might disagree with that,” Alfred says mildly. “However, I do believe you can win the children over if you tell them about the time your father brought Master Bruce to his board meeting.”

The look of utter betrayal Bruce gives Alfred makes them crack up all over again.

--o0o--

“Man, I am so glad you got it all on camera,” Duke grins, placing two bowls of popcorn on the coffee table before flopping back down onto the couch. “This is going to be great.”

Tim waves a hand dismissively. “I just hacked the cameras in the Manor. Bruce’s paranoia backfired this time.”

Steph cheers and immediately makes a grab for the popcorn as Cass hits the play button on the remote, and Dick can’t help but crack a smile at his own face when he sees the last of his cereal being eaten.

“Richard, I find it concerning that your first thought was of your cereal and not the intruder,” Damian observes.

Dick ruffles his hair, drawing out a squawk of protest. “Well, what can I say? I really like Bat Puffs.”

The Wayne siblings settle down for a movie night that is definitely going to be filled with lots of laughter.

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sad-boy-hank · 4 years ago

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𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲

just some tricky fucking up the life of IRL! Reader lmao

loosely based on this and may or may not be a headcanon continuation of this 👀

warning, this features sensory overload, PTSD, reader having DID and one of their alters fronting (and failing to protect them), arguments, physical violence, and panicked breakdowns.

pspspsppspsps.... @shyflameweasel pspspspspsps....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For maybe the eighth time this week, you woke up with a crushing headache and an awful cramp.

You gently placed your head in your hands and winced, gritting your teeth. God, when will this fucking stop.

It was hard enough to fall asleep, and the headaches just made you dread your bedroom even more. Groaning in pain, you slid out of bed, limping towards the kitchen. As you slowly reached for the advil and antipsychotics, you started to think back. Maybe it did happen. There's always that chance. You grabbed a cup and turned on the sink to fill it. The doctor said That hearing voices might be a symptom and... and I guess it's easy to substitute something grittily real for something fantastical. But still- "Oh!"

You dropped your cup as you noticed it over flowing, then crouched down next to it in dismay. "God... Goddamn it."

"It's alright."

Ah. At least these two could keep you from falling apart.

To be honest, the antipsychotics did nothing to affect the voices, which was one of the reasons why you doubted your psychosis diagnosis, but still. Different meds work for different people.

"You can pick that cup up and refill it, then you can take your meds. You clean up your mess when you have the time, alright?"

With a silent nod, you refilled your cup, dropped an advil in it, and took your medicine.

And hoped that today would be a good day.

~~~~

With a huff, you lumbered onto the bus and dropped some quarters into the change box. "Yeah, no prob," you muttered as the driver gave you a thankful smile.

Holding your arms close, you glanced around for a place to sit.

There was a woman with a crying baby in the front. You winced. I don't have to deal with that.

You plodded further back, letting out a strained groan as you realized the only place with remotely any peace was the very back.

"Don't worry! You get your own corner! You can fuck around on your phone, like you were in the back of the classroom!"

Toby-- the voice who was speaking-- made you smile. "Thanks Tobes. Don't know what I'd do without your outlook."

You tensed, swearing you could see a young boy in your head smiling at you. "No problemo, (Y/N)! Gotta help a sister out, right?"

"Y-yeah, right."

"Who the hell you talking to?"

You spun to see a man glaring at you. "U-uhm, no one--"

"Sit down, the bus has been goin' for the past minute!"

"Y-yeah, okay." You quietly scurried to the back, feeling shame rise within you.

"Don't fret, sweetie."

That was Donna's voice.

"Nothing you do could get you in trouble today."

You smiled lightly as you heard Toby pipe up. "Yeah! Today's a trouble-free day! And that means you won't get yelled at or made fun of!"

"Thanks, both of yOU!"

Your voice turned to a shout as the bus screamed to a halt.

"Hey, what's up?"

"What the fuck, yo?"

You heard someone smack their lips as they spoke.

"Why'd we stop?"

Seats creaked.

"What's going on?"

You started to panic.

You placed your head in your hands.

You started crying.

And then you heard the screaming, the gunshots, the stabbing, and you grabbed your face and burrowed under a pile of bags. Terror encapsulated your being as you heard someone's footsteps and gleeful humming.

"NOW, NOW, WHERE COULD THAT LITTLE FREAK BE?"

Oh God. You recognized that voice.

You curled up into yourself as quietly as you could as you heard even more footsteps. Please don't have brought the fire clowns. For the love of God, anything but them. You started crying and sweating with fear, ready to scream at any moment--

~~~~

WHERE THE FUCK AM I?

"I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO!"

"It's not your fault dear, there were too many to--"

"WE MIGHT DIE, DONNA!"

Eyes still closed, you saw a young, brown-haired boy in a similarly colored striped shirt scream angrily at a tall woman in a sweater. He yelled at her in... Toby's voice.

Your eyes snapped open.

"OOOOH, GOODY! YOU'RE UP!"

With a shriek, you wriggled away from the huge beast of a clown. Scaulding tears burned your cheeks as they poured from your eyes. "PLEASE, PLEASE JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME!" you screamed, terrified.

The clown pouted, crouching down and crawling toward you untill he had you cornered. "WHY?"

"P-please, I-I can't think--"

"WHY?!"

You cried out as the giant thing plucked you up from the ground like a doll, your sobs becoming pained as his talons drew blood. "PLEASE! PLEASE, I JUST WANNA GO HOME!"

You let out a yelp as you were tossed onto the floor. "THAT'S NO FUN!" He stomped his foot on the dusty floor. "LET CLOWN HAVE FUN! MEANIE!"

You started to curl up, bawling like a child as you heard the sounds of stomping and crashing.

"NO FUN! YOU'RE NO FUN!"

"(Y/N), God, I'm so sorry, I-I'm supposed to keep you safe but I didn't--"

"N-no Tobes i-it... it's o-okay," you whimpered between tears. "Y-y-you did g-good T-Tobester, y-you did-- EEK!" You shrieked as you were once more picked up.

"WHO?"

"W-wh--"

"WHO'S 'TOBESTER'?"

"He-he's a voice--"

"DOES HE LIKE CLOWN?"

You paused to let your thoughts slow, only for them to become jumbled again as the zombie shook you violently. "DOES HE LIKE CLOWN?!"

"YES! Yes, let me go!" You answered instictively, wanting anything to get away from this monster.

The clown stopped shaking you and, with surprising gentleness, set you down on the floor. "WHERE IS TOBESTER?"

"Huh? O-oh, uh..." Oh, whatever. I'm gonna die anyway, might as well tell 'im. You tapped at the side of your head. "He- he's in here."

The great beast gave you a surprisingly friendly smile. "I WANT TO KEEP YOU!"

What? The statement caught you off guard. "Why?"

"YOU'RE FREAKY! THE WAY YOU LOOK... AND THERE'S MORE OF YOU IN THERE?" He tapped your forehead with a sharp claw, making you flinch. "I DON'T WANNA GET RID OF SOMETHING SO COOL!"

What. The. Fuck.

#madcom #madness combat #tricky

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ahogedetective · 3 years ago

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[ You Know What Time It Is ]

Instead of pulling any of his usual pranks on this day, he takes it upon himself to be annoying by saying “April Fools” for literally anything. Greeting Shuichi? “Saihara-chan! Look at me! APRIL FOOLS!” Calling for Shuichi? “Hey! Saihara-chan! Over here! APRIL FOOLS!” Playing silly games? “Saihara-chan Saihara-chan! Peek a boo! Hah! APRIL FOOLS!” Obvious lies? “Saihara-chan! There’s something behind you! Nishishi! APRIL FOOLS!” Following Shuichi? “So where ya goin? APRIL FOOLS I DON’T CARE!” Yep. Kokichi was gonna keep this up until the day ended.

Screaming, banging his head against a wall repeatedly, or throwing Kokichi out a window; he constantly juggled all three options in his head, the more Kokichi continued to torment him by saying ‘April Fool’s’ over and over and over again throughout the day. Sometimes he was tempted to do all of the above with every twitch of his eye... not knowing if he could endure this for the entire day. And exactly why he feared for this day.

At one point when Kokichi was following him, he stops in his tracks (after previously trying to walk very fast to get away from him), and with the internal string of his sanity finally being snipped in half; he has had enough.

Suddenly turning around very quickly, he tightly grips Kokichi’s shoulders. With each sentence, he shakes him back and forth. “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Please. I am begging you. SHUT. UP.”

He hangs his head low, trembling as much as the whisper he talks in.... “I-I will literally do anything.... anything....t-to make you stop. I am seriously g-going to lose my goddamn mind if you keep this up.....”

#MWAHAHAHAHA............. INDEED I DO........................#April Fool's Day....... /It Is Here/............#I lovE THIS KJDFNJKDJKDJD KOKICHI DRIVING HIM CRAZYYY!!!!!#IT'S GREAT #SAVE THIS BOY.....#Shuichi answers;;#oopsiliedagain

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mlm-ficcollection · 5 years ago

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Gay... || Spock X Male! Reader

"Ready to beam captain"

"Beam us down scotty"

"Beaming in three, two, one-"

The team was transported to the surface.

The enterprise had received some form of distress signal earlier, and Kirk being Kirk, decided they needed to act on it.

Not that you complained on how much he cared, you just thought he needed to be more careful about what he's getting himself into.

It's not like your opinion mattered anyways. He's the bloody captain. And, you got beamed down anyways didn't you?

As they arrived at the planet, a foul stench filled their noses.

(Y/n) opened his eyes, glancing around the planet curiously. There were high rocks everywhere, which is normal, but they were light green, and seemed to be made out of many layers of some sort of web.

He tilted his head and started walking towards it, while the team scattered behind him.

"Captain, there seems to be some form of animal at this planet, do you wish to continue the investigation?"

He asked as he picked up a pen from his pocket.

"We need to find out where the distress signal came from."

Kirk answered from behind him. "If it gets too dangerous, we'll beam up, but currently, there is nothing happening."

He stated.

"let's split up and investigate"

"Sir don't you think it's a little dangerous to split up when we know nothing about this planet?"

(Y/n) questioned and turned around, a confused look on his face.

"Affirmative, Captain we should not split up in these surroundings."

Spock appeared, standing next to (y/n), his hands folded behind his back and his face numb of any emotion. Typical Spock.

"Investigation is quicker and more effective if we split up, so yes, we're splitting up."

Kirk answered as he walked away, in one direction.

"Idiot."

(y/n) sighed in frustration and picked up his pen again and turned his attention back to the big rock.

"Correct."

Spock answered as he watched the captain leave. This was one of the few moments where Kirk didn't listen to Spock's warnings. That's when you know shit is gonna go down. Spock is like, always right.

(Y/n) looked at the rock, curiously as he picked up the pen and leaned it to his lips.

"I wonder.."

He mumbled and poked the pen against the rock.

"It's not sticky..."

"Be careful, I think I might have an idea of what these rocks are." Spock said as he watched (y/n) intensely. He was more watching (y/n) than watching what he was doing.

He found him fascinating, everything about him, even his body language.

"Don't worry commander, when am I not careful?"

(Y/n) answered and pulled the pen away, before bringing it down hard on the rock. He just wanted to see if it would echo.

Well, it didn't.

Instead a crack appeared and started spreading across the rock.

Spock looked at the crack and raised an eyebrow.

"you were saying?"

He looked at (y/n) again, slightly amused with the timing.

(Y/n) blushed embarrassed.

"Well, now we know it's not solid..?"

He tried to make the situation better by smiling unconvincingly.

"These are eggs, and they look alarmingly similar to spider eggs, but much bigger, in fact, I'm assuming what's gonna pop out of those eggs are mega sized spiders, so may I suggest we run?"

Spock proposed with his arms still neatly folded behind his back.

At that moment, the 'rock' cracked, and out popped three big ass spiders.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened in shock, and a bit of fear. Actually, mostly fear.

"Oh what the- yeah let's run!"

(Y/n) confirmed and sprinted the other way.

Spock followed (y/n)'s lead and ran.

While they ran, Spock decided to enlighten Kirk about what the rocks actually were with his communicator.

"Captain, the rocks are not rocks, they are eggs. Spider eggs to be more exact"

He said as he glanced behind at the spiders, who were catching onto them.

"Be careful not to crack them"

"Copy that Spock, Kirk out."

Was the response he got from the communicator.

Spock nodded and picked up his blaster, shooting at the spiders while they kept running. After a while they stopped, desperately catching their breath.

"Lieutenant (y/n), you can stop running now, I disposed of them"

Spock said as he leaned against an actual rock.

"You killed them?"

(Y/n) asked as he basically laid on top of the rock, breathing heavily. He didn't have the best stamina.

"Yes, there were only two of them after all"

He shrugged and took out a device to measure the radioactivity on the planet.

"What are you talking about Spock... there were three spiders."

(y/n) sat up quickly, a look of panic in his face.

Spock looked at him with wide eyes, before (y/n) got tackled to the ground by a spider.

(Y/n) screamed in fear and tried to kick it off.

"Get it off me, get it off me!"

He closed his eyes to try and imagine he was somewhere safe.

Spock obviously shot it and quickly pushed it off from (y/n).

"(y/n) are you okay?!"

He asked as he sat on his knees above him to check his pulse.

"Yeah.. but I don't think I'll ever be able to look at a spider the same."

He breathed out and opened his eyes, leaning on his elbows to get more comfortable.

"... you scared me straight. I am relieved that you are okay."

Spock sighed out, visibly relaxing as (y/n) was obviously still alive. He was relived that the possibly only other logical person on the ship was still alive, otherwise he didn't know what he would do.

"That's a shame, I was hoping I'd finally have a valentine"

(y/n) snickered at his own joke. He blushed softly as he realized Spock probably didn't take that as a joke. He looked at Spock, to see him still hovering over (y/n), but with a surprised look and green tinted cheeks and ears. Was he.. blushing? Well yes, that would be the only logical way for him to blush since his blood is green, jeez, start thinking (y/n).

"G-gay"

Spock suddenly said, without warning. He was stuttering now as well? What's going on with Spock?! This was illogical.

"What?"

(Y/n) questioned, tilting his head.

"I-i mean I am.. gay.."

Spock cleared his throat as he glanced to the ground.

"I found out one day when I was at the market at Vulcan and a Male came and stole my-" "oh my god I'm-" "nO not that he stole my WALLET jeez I'm-"

Not far away, was Captain Kirk, listening to their conversation and struggling to not burst out laughing at the two awkward young men.

He was also joined by the rest of the landing team, as they were looking for Spock and (y/n), so they could get beamed back up. This, however, was far more entertaining.

After a while the young men stood up and cleared their throats.

"Let's agree to never speak of this again"

Spock said, holding out his hand for (y/n) to shake.

"I agree commander"

He nodded and shook his hand.

"Oh get a room!"

Sulu exclaimed suddenly from their hiding place, and the whole crew burst out laughing.

(Y/n) wasn't surprised that they did it, but was still a little caught off guard, pulling his hand away from spocks and turning to the others.

"How long were you listening?!"

"Oh I was there from the beginning"

Kirk said and waved slightly, with an amused smirk on his face.

Spock didn't seem to know what to answer, as his eyes slowly slid from the crew to the ground. This started the awkward silence.

After a while, Spock took the word.

"I suggest we ask Scotty to beam us up"

(Y/n) nodded quickly.

"I agree"

—

It had now been 3 weeks since the incident on the spider planet, and (y/n) and Spock had barely spoken. All they did was have prolonged amounts of eye contact.

There was definitely a tension between them, though none of them dared to do anything about it in fear that the feelings were one sided.

(Y/n) looked at himself in the mirror, letting out a determined sigh.

"Today is the day. You have got to tell him today"

he said to himself and nodded, his body filling up with determination. He was gonna do it. Today. He walked out of his room to look for the man he had fallen in love with.

He looked around a bit before spotting Scotty, and decided to ask him.

"Scotty you don't happen to have seen Spock recently?"

Scotty was caught off guard, "Well yes, he's at the bridge, why do you-" "thanks" (y/n) shot past him to get to the bridge as quick as possible. He was having a rush of confidence.

Scotty watched him leave with a knowing smirk on his face.

"Finally aye.."

(Y/n) arrived at the bridge and looked around, trying to spot the pointy eared, green blooded Vulcan that had stolen his heart.

There, conversing with a crewman.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and started making his way towards him.

"Hey (y/n)! How's it goin today?"

He was caught off by none other than Bones, grinning widely.

"Fine"

(y/n) mumbled, his eyes still stuck on Spock.

"Would you excuse me? I've got some important matters to attend to to"

"What do you mean?"

Bones turned around to look at whatever (y/n) was keeping his eyes on. He smirked,

"oh I get it. Go get him tiger"

He slapped (y/n)'s ass before walking away.

(Y/n) yelped and flared at him, before returning his eyes to Spock, who was watching him. He quickly averted his eyes once he found (y/n) staring back at him.

(Y/n) nodded, walking towards him with quick footsteps.

"oi, Spock!"

He called to get his Attention.

Spock raised his head and looked at (y/n) with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning why he had called his name.

(Y/n) walked up to him quickly, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down, connecting his lips to his.

The kiss was passionate, and even though Spock had no idea what the heck was going on, he soon got the memo and moved his lips against his.

It probably would have escalated if it weren't for (y/n)'s lack of oxygen and the fact that they were on the bridge.

(Y/n) pulled away.

"I'm going to make this easy for you to understand; I have a strong attraction to you that I wish to show you, and I would like for you to meet me in my room in 10 minutes, for some commitment."

He nodded formally to Spock, before turning on his heels and walking out of the bridge to his room, to get things ready for commander Spocks definite arrival.

Spock watched him leave, his cheeks dusted slightly green once again.

Of course he was going to accept his offer and meet him there. He knew very well that he was attracted to (y/n) as well. So the feeling was both sides then. That's a relief.

"Commander Spock, that was what we humans call a kiss, a way to show a person you love them"

The crewman from earlier explained.

"I know what a kiss Is."

Spock mumbled in response and started walking to the exit of the bridge.

"Where ya going Spock, you're not supposed to be there yet!" Kirk said from his seat.

"Better early than late captain!" He responded and left the bridge.

#Star trek #Star trek x reader #Star trek x male! Reader #Star trek x male reader #Spock #Spock X reader #Spock X Male reader

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 5 years ago

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Agricultural Ask:

Rewind to October.

Basic fall bitch vibes.

Cute little fall festival with your boyfriend Clyde.

Monster corn maze. Like acres and acres of corn maze.

You get lost in the maze and you’re alone and the next thing you know.

Corncobbled in a corn maze.

Why am I like this?

A/N: @butyoudidthis4what I AM ASHAMED.... BUT IM NOT REALLY AT ALL. I HOPE YOU LOVE THE ABSOLUTE CRACK FROM ALL OF THIS. I LOVED IT SO MUCH AND I LOVE CORN COBBING CLYDE WITH ALL MY HEART!🌽

Warnings: Cum eating/tasting, corncobbing (dick slapping look it up on UD), face fucking, choking, daddy kink (because Clyde is DADDY), slight fluff sprinkled throughout, we’re a bad girl, smut smut, and more fucking crackhead smut.

“This way darlin’,” Clyde is pointing on a map given to you by the teen manning the corn maze at the Boone County fall festival.

“Are ya sure babe?” looking at the same map, questioning whether or not he could decipher it as well as he thought, “I think we need to take this turn right here,” running your pretty finger along the path drawn out.

“I’m sure darlin’,” he gripped your hand in his, “I’m perty good at directions I promise,” grinning as he pulled you further into the maze.

Rolling your eyes, you let him drag you down the rabbit hole, giggling as he picked up his steps looking around for signs of trouble.

“Babe, there ain’t nothin’ bad in here,” you chuckled as he put you behind him, gripping your waist as if you’d slip away at any time, “it’s you, me, and a buncha teenagers!”

“Ya can’t be too careful darlin’,” he looked behind you, winking, “I got precious cargo and I ain’t ‘bout ta lose ya to a damn maze,” causing you to break out in a chuckling fit.

“Whatever ya say big bear,” rubbing his tensed forearm, feeling the muscles bulging from under his long shirt, “I ain’t goin’ nowhere with nobody.”

“I know that baby girl,” turning to grab your face, “I know ya wouldn’t do no such thing,” bringing your soft lips to his.

Your tongues danced around for a few moments, only to be interrupted by a group of boys loudly passing through the trail.

“Get a fuckin’ room why dontcha!” the tallest and most ‘handsome’ of the bunch spoke up, causing Clyde to look up immediately. He turned his hulking body to shield yours, standing to his full height as he sized up the kid in front of him. Of course, Clyde’s stature was no match to this wimp of a man, if you could even call him that. The group barely looked as if they were eighteen, ranging in heights, weights, and choices of clothing. Some of them had girls at their hips, fawning like school children over the toughest ones standing up to your big bear of a man.

“Ya wanna run that by me again boy?” crossing his arms, puffing his chest out like a peacock, “I know ya don’t want me ta hurt ya in front a yer buddies and lil’ girlfriends, now, do ya?” quirking an eyebrow as the kid stood his ground for a few more seconds, the fear set in his eyes as he gathered what Clyde was about to throw down.

“N-no s-sir,” he looked to notice his metal arm, gulping when he realized there was no point to his tough-guy exterior, “h-have a good night y’all,” stammering as his crew ran with tails between their legs, the girls chuckling at him as they retreating further into the maze.

Clyde nodded them off, turning to see your legs crossed and biting your lip at his front he’d put up to protect you from whatever danger had come your direction.

“Ya alright baby girl?” rubbing up and down your shoulders as you gazed up into his whiskey pooled eyes.

“I’m more than fine babe,” whispering as you took his hand and delicately trudged into the heart of the maze once more.

After a few more yards, and glancing back and forth, you stopped to turn back to your mountain man, bringing your hands to rub on his chest as he enveloped your asscheeks in his hands.

“What are ya up to baby girl?” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose, as he dipped down to rub your earlobe in his soft lips.

“I-I need ya Clyde,” moaning as he brushed the sensitive tips of them, moving his goatee down your neck, causing a shiver to radiate through your body.

“What do ya need me ta do darlin’,” whispering on your pulse in your neck, “use ya words like the good girl ya are. Tell daddy what he needs ta do ta make ya feel good,” moving his paws up your waist, gripping your plush tits, causing an animalistic moan to release from you and him.

“I-I need ya to fuck me,” you beg, pleading with your large eyes welling with tears, as he rubs his thumbs over your stiffening nipples, “F-fill me full a you daddy,” arching your body into his touch as he lowered his lumbering body to smell in between your gorgeous tits.

“Mmmmm,” he inhaled, “daddy’s gon’ fill ya nice n’ full baby girl,” gripping the loops on your jeans, pulling them down as soon as you released the zipper.

You pawed at the back of his shirt, coaxing him down to your dripping heat, “I’m so wet for ya daddy,” rubbing his hair as he pulled your panties down to your ankles, bearing the glistening slick dripping down the sides of your thighs.

He ogled at the spend, stuffing a thick finger in your cunt to gather it and stuff in his open mouth, “Goddamn baby girl,” he mused, “ya taste so damn sweet fer me,” getting up to his full height again, staring at your lust blown body as he removed his cock from his jeans.

“Now darlin’.” he warned, “I don’t wantcha ta scream too much er you’ll get us kicked outta this here maze. Ya understand me?” gripping your face in his flesh and blood hand, bringing you to his lips in a searing kiss as he led your other to play with his hardening cock.

“Y-yes daddy,” batting your eyelashes as you jerked his dick until it was pulsing and dripping for your sweet pussy to eat up.

“That’s ma good lil’ girl,” rolling his eyes back in his head as he gyrated into your motions on his length, “n-now get down on ya knees. Daddy’s gon’ fuck yer face until ya cryin’ on ma cock,” pushing your shoulder down as you fell to the ground. Gathering yourself to land pretty on your knees, looking up at your handsome man, opening your mouth and showing your tongue like the good little whore you were.

“Goddamn I could look at that all day darlin’,” lining up his cock to end at your nose, “such a good lil’ girl fer daddy,” suddenly slapping his hardened dick across your face.

“D-daddy!” screaming in pain and pleasure, your clit aching for attention at the sensation.

“Now baby girl,” he tsked, “what did daddy say about ya screamin’ in this here maze?” lining his cock on the other cheek, tapping the side ever so slightly as you looked up at him.

“Y-ya said no screamin’,” tears starting to well up from to smack.

“Exactly darlin’,” he pandered, “an’ what did ya do instead?”

“I-I screamed,” shying away at him, “I-I’m a bad girl daddy,” your arousal pooling at this point, begging him to hit you and stuff you full of him.

“Yes ya are baby girl,” he agreed, suddenly slapping his dick across your face again, leaving an equal red mark as the other side.

“F-fuck!” blurting out as you moved to grip your face, knowing that wasn’t a part of the rules of this little game you guys played.

“Oh baby girl,” he smirked, slapping your hands away, “ya know better than that,” shaking his head, “I guess ya just gonna have ta choke on me to learn yer lesson. Open yer perty mouth darlin’.”

You gathered yourself for a second, opening back up only to have Clyde stuff you head to hilt with his thick cock. Your eyes bugged out of your head as you began to choke and moan around his pulsing length.

“Open up fer me baby girl,” he gripped the sides of your head, feeling your jaw slack and your lips close around his dick, “such a good girl like this,” pumping himself to hit your uvula with every stroke.

His pace picked up as he gyrated your head and his hips in tune with your throat. The spit welling up in your mouth, dripping out in waves as you began to cry on his girthy cock.

“Such a good girl fer daddy,” he mused, watching himself move in and out around your pretty lips, the tears streaming down your face as waves of moans emitted around his cock and balls.

“I-I’m so close baby girl,” he stammered, picking up his pace, causing your orgasm to build between your wet lips, “ya wanna touch yerself so daddy can cum with his darlin’?” watching as you brought an eager hand to rub on your clit, causing your eyes to roll back and your nostrils to flare in his line of sight.

“Fuckin’ dammit,” he pushed completely in passed your uvula, stilling himself for a few seconds, “I-I’m c-cummin’ darlin’,” he managed out as you exhaled and practically screamed at the hot load coursing through your esophagus, spreading into your stomach, initiating your orgasm to crash over you as he suddenly pulled his cock from your lips.

“G-god!” spit ridden, and euphoric as you rode your heatwave out in front of him.

“Ya feelin’ good baby girl?” he chuckled, watching as you came slowly out of your coma, “do ya like it when daddy fucks ya throat?” zipping his softening cock in his jeans as he helped get you up from the dirty ground.

“Holy shit,” wiping the spit and cum from your lips as Clyde pulled your panties back up, licking a stripe on your cunt before sealing them in the lace fabric.

“That good huh?” getting back up to bring you into a kiss.

“Very much so babe,” smiling as he rubbed the sides of your eyes in the most delicate fashion he could.

“What is it big bear?” noticing his demeanor change as he glared at your face, “ya okay?” gripping his sweet cheeks, and rubbing them in your fingers.

“I just,” tears welling up in his eyes, “I love ya Y/N,” he stated clear as day.

You stood there, dumbfounded for a moment, taking in those very special and important words that hadn’t been spoken between the two of you before, banking in the moment.

“Darlin’?” snapping you back into reality, “are ya okay?” the tears now seemingly sad instead of happy as they were seconds prior.

“I love you too Clyde,” blurting out, almost in shock at saying them yourself. He took the words in just as you had, smiling as bright as a star in the sky, and bringing you back into a kiss.

He broke away again after a few moments, “let’s get ya outta here darlin’,” grabbing your hand once again.

“I’m not done with ya quite yet tonight,” practically dragging you to the exit of the maze so the rest of the night could occur just the way he wanted, which would only end with you crying on his cock… Again.

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WELL, I HOPE YOU’RE SATISFIED WITH YOURSELF BECAUSE IM... WET💦

I LOVE YOU, BABE!

🖤,

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