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an actual pic of me refreshing the latest tab and seeing someone posted a new fic

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Together

ok sooo i wrote this really late but i was feeling angsty SOO here’s a little bucky blurb with therapist reader and her struggles at work. :)

tw: mentions of mental health and suicide

“i lost him.” my voice comes out barely above a whisper.

“who?” his does the same.

“my patient, dumbass. who else?”

silence fills the room, as the air changes some how colder than it was before.

my face starts to scrunch up, tears fighting to fall on my face.

“i tried. I really tried and I thought he was getting better, yknow? He seemed like he was improving.”

he stares, sympathy written all over his face. a part of me is disgusted that he might suggest it wasn’t all my fault. it was. if not mine, whose was it.

“you can’t fix everybo-“

“he didn’t need to be fixed, buck. he was in pain, that’s not something you can fix, its a journey. you of all people should know that.”

that last words sting a bit as they leaves my mouth, not sure why I said it or how he’ll take it really.

he nods, mouth closing as his eyes land on the floor. I hear him release a breath before continuing, hesitantly.

“i know you think it was your fault but it wasn’t. you can’t let this consume you.”

then he says it, the one thing i didn’t want him to say. I cup my hands around my face and exhale a long, and exhausted breath.

“reminds me of what I told you when you first came into my office. why didn’t you take that advice again?” I really gotta shut up. “when you were beyond upset about killing all those people and making amends? remember that?” I know he does.

he doesn’t respond. i know i hurt him.

I stand quickly “i think im gonna go for a walk.” i look out the window for a second, forgetting just how late it was until now. still, i grab my coat before i feel the cold of his arm grabbing mine.

“no, you need to stay, we need to talk about this.”

“but we dont is the thing, its my business not yours.” I yank my arm away.

a beat passes.

“why do you do this?” he asks coldly, like he’s miles away at this moment. but he’s right in front of me.

“do what?”

“shut people out- shut me out.” i blink at him, not knowing what to reply with. “you were there for me when I was going through hell, why wont you let me be there for you.”

I quickly snap, “it was my job. A therapist, remember.”

i don’t mean that.

“But you stayed.” his voice raises slightly, enough to make me understand how much he means what he’s saying. it means so much to him. “you stayed. you didn’t have to, your job was over but you stayed.” his voice diminishes to a whisper, “you helped me, more than anyone ever has and it wasn’t because of your job. it was because of you. you were the one that made the nightmares go away. you were the one that gave me peace of mind. you were the one that made me feel like a person again.”

my vision blurs with tears, as my breathing begins to pick up pace. he sits up, gently holding my arms in his hands, turning me to face him.

“you helped me, remember that. you can’t help everybody, sometimes you can give and give but at the end of the day its how much that person is willing to take and put effort into.” his right hand comes up to my face, using his thumb to wipe the tear.

“don’t cry sweetheart, please.”

trying to speak while crying is not a smart move on my behalf, but still I try through ragged breaths. “his wife- she called me. she told me-“ he squeezes my hand, gently pulling my body to sit back down beside him on the sofa. “bucky, you didn’t hear her. her voice, she wasn’t just sobbing, she was grieving. like her heart had been ripped out of her body, and in a way it had. she lost the love her life- i mean- i couldn’t even- do you know what that feels like?”

“no, and to be honest, I never want to.” he pulls me into his shoulder, my head quickly turning into him seeking comfort in his warmth.

a violent sobs rips its way out of me, waves of tears streaming down my face and soaking into his shirt. “what do i do?”

“you’ve done plenty. you gave him an outlet, someone to talk to. you can’t crawl your way into someone’s mind and make decisions for them, even though I know you wish you could sometimes.”

my breaths are coming out slightly more normal, though the tears haven’t stopped. I simply nod my head before he continues.

“just..i don't know…if she calls again and you're up for it, talk. she might also want that outlet. but please, don't start thinking its your responsibility to be her outlet. you don't have to be everyone’s therapist, hun.”

those words sink in, as I take a deep breath to calm myself. “i know, and i wont, i promise.” i think for a moment, before continuing. “but, how will she know she can talk to me? i mean. what if she doesn-“

“she knows. otherwise i’m not sure if she would have cried like that on the phone. well maybe, im not the therapist here so.” he gets a chuckle out of me on that one, as I push myself further into his hold. “also, she didn’t call you to just say that ‘your client won't be attending his sessions furthermore’ did she?.”

“no. we spoke for quite a bit actually.”

“see, so she knows. dont worry too much about it. if she needs you, she’ll call.”

I nod, his words finally sinking in to my head, providing a bit of comfort. its not much, but its more than i had before. its enough for now.

turning my head to face him, i simply let out a “thank you” and watch his smile take over. pleased with himself, happy he was able to help. just like how i felt when i helped him..when i help anybody. though i can’t always be there, im learning this. its hard, but ill learn and come to terms with it.

i cuddle back up to him, his warmth enveloping me while his hand rubs up and down my arm. we sit in silence and think, we just think together for hours on end. until the noises of bustling traffic become almost silent, telling us just how late it is. but that doesn’t matter, it never did when we’re like this.

our forms melded up against eachoher, like two puzzle pieces. just two, we never needed the other 498 pieces. just us.

together.

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My Escape

a little jasper hale x reader blurb before I go to bed :)

12:38 AM the clock reads, as it sits slightly illuminating my nightstand. A yawn creeps up my throat but I push it back down. No, I’m not tired yet. Not yet…but that reminds me.

“Does it ever get annoying? Y‘know, not sleeping.” I ask while tilting my head up towards him a bit, not too much so I can still rest it on his shoulder comfortably.

Jasper shakes his head, “No, actually quite the opposite. All the commotion during the day stops at night, for eight hours of peace.” His golden eyes peer down at me, a smile fighting its way onto his face. “Plus, eight uninterrupted hours with you, doll.”

I roll my eyes, though I know he can feel that I’m not really annoyed. Flattered really.

“Doesn’t really count, does it? I mean, I'm asleep so it's not like we’re chatting up a storm at night.”

He chuckles slightly, shaking his head, “No, but I’m still here with you, right? Counts in my book.” The arm he has wrapped around me begins to rub small circles in my waist. Not sleeping, not yet. “But it's rather enjoyable for me too, other than being in your presence, of course. I can feel everything you’re feeling, all your emotions while you’re experiencing a dream. It’s quite soothing, almost like I'm resting right with you.”

The murmur of the tv in front of us is all that fills the room for a moment as his words sink in, but then he continues.

“I miss dreams. Used to love having them, all the different places they could take you. Some good, some bad. Some soothing, some exciting. It was always a surprise, something new. I don't have that escape anymore.” My arm tightens around him as I listen, feelings of sadness seep out. He notices, like always.

“Don’t be sad for me, sugar. See, even though I miss all that, it's okay. I have a new escape now, you. When I lay here with you each night, and feel what you’re feeling, that’s my escape. Being with you is an escape from everything, all the danger that surrounds us suddenly disappears when I see you. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

My smile grows impossibly bigger, “I love you so much, Jasper.”

He laughs, that smooth sound I love so much. “I love you too, honey.” I watch as his arm leaves me for a second to grab the blanket beside us, dragging it over our bodies. “Now sleep, I know you’re tired.”

The drawl of his voice slowly lured me towards sleep much faster than I had realized. My eyelids are threatening to close for good, but I choose not to fight them.

Fine. We will continue this conversation tomorrow, after I sleep of course.

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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

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— [the perfect host]

featuring: s. geto, s. gojo

cw: smut, implied threesome, cunnulingus, implied m/m, phone sex (?), daddy kink (ofc), established relationship (reader & gojo), fingering, fem reader, chubby reader, getting “caught” masturbating, use of the word cunt (sorry lol), aftercare, not proofread fr, anything else i forgot lolz, pet names (mama, baby, pretty, sweetheart, love). wc: n/a.

notes: this is actually a fic my friend wrote (never published) & i re did it with two diff characters & finished it for her cause she never did… so if yall like it GO TO HER BLOG ILL TAG HER. this wasn’t my og idea i just wrote the smut and tweaked & added. but enjoy pls, sorry i haven’t posted in so long life has beat me up. @nvmjccnluv !!!

“so explain to me why i’m watching her again, she seems completely capable of staying in your apartment alone yknow.” suguru questions over the phone. it’s not that he hates you, but what if he was busy? he wasn’t, but gojo didn’t need to know that, he didn’t even ask to be fair. quickly dropping you off after handing the long haired man a small bag of your things.

on the other end of the phone gojo lets out a huff of laughter. “had a few things to finish up, she gets too lonely when i leave her at home so i didn’t want her getting into things. you know how it is.”

“i actually don’t, but okay man.”

“anyway, she doesn’t like many people but she didn’t seem to mind you the last time we hung out, you seemed like a safe option.” gojo continues, sounding a bit strained.

“okay, whatever, fine.”

“where’s she at anyways? if she was with you she would’ve jumped your bones to get to the phone.”

walking toward the the closed door in the hallway, geto chuckles before reassuring his friend. “relax dude, she’s in the room taking a na- holy shit.”

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“what happened??”

the dark haired man places his ear on the door to make sure he’s not hallucinating, not saying that he’s hoping to be.

muffled moans greet his ears, but not muffled enough evidently. no, you wanted him to hear. he would have to pass by your room anyways, given that you two would be sharing a wall for the night. but him being on the phone with your boyfriend was just a coincidence, an extremely embarrassing one.

he listens to your soft whines and high pitched whimpers for what feels like days, though its hasn’t even been half a minute, paying no mind to the man yelling at him on the phone.

“SUGURU? ANSWER ME! IS SHE OKAY? I SWEAR IF SOMETHING HAPPE-” at this point geto tries to think as hard as possible to come up with a lie that won’t get him killed by his friend.

snapping out of his daze, he finally gets enough courage to respond, “yeah um i’m pretty sure, maybe i’m wrong, i think she’s uh masturbating.”

“oh, oh okay” suguru can basically hear a smirk he knows all to well forming on gojos mouth. “don’t be a rude host, go help her out man.”

what the fuck is he talking about help you out? he can’t be understanding that this is his girlfriend he’s talking about, right? on top of that, shouldn’t he be asking you for consent as well.

“are you insane man? i know you’re into all that weird shit, but her? she’d probably kill me before i even got close to the bed and throw my dead body out of my own apartment.” as nice as it sounds he didn’t know if you’d be okay with any of this. he wasn’t going to just walk straight in, right?

there’s a loud howl that comes directly from the other end of the phone. “are you really being this much of a pussy right now? i’m giving you full permission to go help my girl out, and you wanna whine about how she might kill y-”

“shut the hell up man, i didn’t say anything about being a pussy.”

“alright, then there shouldn’t be an issue with you helping her out. don’t sit up on your high horse and act like you haven’t thought about it before, i know just how those perverted thoughts of yours work, don’t you rememb-”

“okay okay shut up satoru, im going.”

pushing open the door, the first thing geto notices is your hand rubbing lightly between your soft thighs and how your wetness soaks the bed, clear evidence of how needy you were. how long have you been at it?

gojo can hear you so clearly over the phone, he might as well be in the room with you, “shit, is that her pussy i’m hearing? whats it look like?” he questions, but unfortunately for him he receives no answer.

suguru is too busy enjoying the view and listening to the pathetic little sounds coming from your cunt. his sweatpants are slowly starting to fit a little tighter than before, but he doesn’t make any movements yet, just in case you don’t wanna play this little game.

almost immediately your soft eyes flutter open and lock into his, and he swears he just came in his pants.

“sugi, please, it hurts so much,” you whine out to him, desperate for his veiny hands on you. your own hand never seems to falter though, only moving in more erratic circles around your sensitive clit; while your other hand is busy touching your nipples, trying to get the most stimulation possible.

knowing that you were just as needy for him as he was for you made the man’s confidence peak. he gives you a light smile as he walks closer to the bed, softly sitting down next to you. he leans over you a bit, close enough to where you can smell the minty, almost overpowering, scent of his shampoo. half his hair loosely tied up in a bun, the other half falling past his shoulders as he looks down at you.

“something wrong, pretty? those fingers not doing enough for you, right? don’t ‘cha wanna wait for your boyfriend to come back so he can help you out, he’s on the phone you know.”

his soft hands begin to work at your thighs, but it seems like it’ll never be any more than that. continuing for a little longer, he presses the speaker button on his phone, handing it over to you as you pull away from your core.

“can you hear me, sweetheart?” gojo asks, now finally getting some time to speak to you after being ignored for so long. “i gave sugi permission to help you out, okay? does that sound alright to you?” he utilizes the small nickname you’d given his friend, innocently coercing you to be good.

you give a small “mmm” in agreement. then, opening your legs, you grab at suguru’s hand and place it between your thighs, just barely touching your cunt.

gojo continues, smiling to himself on the other side of the device. “‘kay. i’m gonna talk you through it, just so i know you’re treating my girl right. take two of your fingers and stuff it inside of her, she’ll clench up at first but just keep working at it and she’ll open up, okay? maybe if you do good, you can have something too.”

geto lets out an annoyed breath, short, but just long enough for gojo to catch it. he knows what that means. what’s even stopping him from fucking you in first place? it’s not like gojo would know. but as he looks into your pleading eyes he realizes he’d do anything to make sure you’re content and happy.. even if that means listening to satoru’s perverted requests.

his fingers slide down to rub at your clit just a bit, before burying his pointer and ring finger deep into your cunt, you clench so tight around him, it makes him feel like he’s dreaming the way your teeth suck at your bottom lip attempting to hide your whines.

“cmon pretty, open up for me. promise i’ll make you feel good, okay?”

a throaty whimper slides from between your lips as geto’s fingers work you open. “‘s good sugi, please like that more.” you scoot down a little more, chasing his fingers to get even just a little more stimulation.

“next you’re gonna press on her clit, just a little though she’s a sensitive little thing.” gojo groans out, it’s obvious he’s taken a break from his work to focus on… other things.

“yeah yeah, i know how to use my fingers, asshole.” suguru voices, clearly annoyed. although, he still abides by the instructions and moves his thumb to press on your clit just a tiny bit. your back arches away from his fingers almost immediately, like a natural instinct, he grabs your plush hips with his other hand, pulling you back down. “nuh uh, c’mere sweet girl, you wanted my help you’re gonna get it.”

his delicate fingers curve upward into you and you feel as if you’re floating on cloud nine, the way he flicks them at just the right speed while managing to hold you down and deepen his movements. it’s all too much for him you.

the sound of gojo’s voice breaks geto out of his daze, “fuck, i gotta go suguru. i know you’ll take care of her. i’m gonna have to cut this shit short, i’ll try to come back later tonight instead of tomorrow morning. love you guys, love you baby, be good for sugi okay?” geto’s eyes immediately flicker to yours, and you see just a little bit of what you think could be fear, or excitement, in his eyes.

“bye daddy, love you too.” you whine out, hearing a quick click before the call ends.

“daddy?” he questions. “knew he was into some shit, didn’t know you were too, sweet girl. you’re too pretty and innocent, or at least you put up a good act.” his fingers slide out of you as he snickers, not ignoring the way you pout at the loss of stimuli.

“nah, not gonna leave you here all needy don’t worry mama, just gonna do it my way, that sound good to you?” geto grabs you by your hips as you choke out a small “yea”, pushing you closer to the headboard of the bed. he fully removes his hair tie and throws all of it up into a bun, swiftly grabbing your underwear and pulling it off.

you look down at him as he crawls closer to you on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your thighs and closing them around his head. you feel his fingers spread your cunt apart, licking a long stripe onto you. your body tenses up, and on instinct your hand finds its way into suguru’s hair, tugging lightly. his head perks up at you, smiling, but eventually just deciding to leave you be.

his tongue swipes over your clit, taking small breaths occasionally as he tastes your cunt. neither one of you know who this is really for at this point. he’s supposed to be ‘helping you’ but with the tent growing in his sweats he might as well be doing this for his own pleasure instead. you continue to take harsh pulls at his dark strands, so unfamiliar to you. mostly with satoru you opted for scratching at his shoulders or gripping at the sheets due to the length he kept his hair, but this, this was something you could get used to.

“sugi please, m so close, want it so bad, need you to make me cum.” you cry out, loving the way his nose rubs against your clit as he licks.

he doesn’t say anything, he can’t really, but you know he understands. he grips your thighs tighter, licking the same way as before, occasionally sucking at your clit, and before you know it you’re squirming all over his face as that familiar feeling rushes over you.

the only thing that suguru could make out of your cries were “thank you”, “so good”, and “daddy”? he wasn’t sure if you were calling him daddy or if you wanted gojo, but at this point it didn’t really matter to him. he pleased you and that’s all he needed to make him feel better.

as he lifted his head up from your pussy he could already tell how tired you were getting, he immediately grabbed you a change of clothes that gojo had packed and cleaned you up with a wet washcloth. “everything okay, mama? need anything?” your eyes strain open and you smile at the man standing above you, “i’m okay, thank you for your help. will you stay?” you could tell that he genuinely cared for you, and was worried he had done something wrong by the tone in his voice. him staying was more for him rather than yourself, not that you were complaining.

he pulled off his shirt as he crawled into bed next to you. grabbing his phone from the bedside table he saw that gojo had sent him a message.

“i’ll take care of you both when i’m back, cause i’m betting you didn’t take anything for yourself. see you both soon ;)”

suguru chuckled to himself at the message from his friend, looking down at you peacefully sleeping on his chest. maybe he could get used to something like this? but for now, he’s content.

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and if i said i wanna start writing again then what

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“i can fix him” and then it’s niragi suguru

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I got your girl on panic.

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irl tumblr meetup with the mutual circle but no one says what their url is so u have to guess who is who

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Is it only me or you mates also read the dirtiest smut like it’s some light novel

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he makes it a habit to fuck you over the bathroom sink nearly every morning. what starts off as an innocent pair of strong arms around your waist turns into mind-numbing, rough sex that has you struggling to breath. he’ll wrap his hand around your throat and pull your head up so you can look into the mirror while he tells you how beautiful you are. his voice is still husky from sleep and his bruising grip never falters until he cums inside you. his head falls into the crook of your neck, spent from all the energy he used. as he waits to catch his breath, he plants a single kiss on your throat before you hear him whisper one last time how pretty he thinks you are.

GETO SUGURU, KAMO CHOSO, fushiguro toji, nanami kento, gojo satoru, KAGAMI TAIGA, KIYOSHI TEPPEI, KASAMATSU YUKIO, aomine daiki, kise ryouta, KALDUR’AHM, DICK GRAYSON, wally west

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Tr(eat) her right

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truly can't believe i'm not being kissed rn

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I have to be a slut online it's for my health