#all i wanted was to come home and write a snippet

[godoreo22]

Saja Boys x Manager reader part 1 snippet

(Name) walks past a few missing persons posters and frowns before entering the cafe they works at. "Sorry (Name) but we're so short staffed I'm gonna have to close this place down but i appreciate all the time you've put into working here." Mrs. Yoon hands (Name) their last paycheck with a sad smile.

"Thanks Mrs. Yoon" (Name) bows her head before walking out the front door and turning back to see Mr.Yoon flipping the closed sign and holding Mrs.Yoon close with a deep frown.

(Name) sighs before walking back home to their small apartment to look for another job. (Name) pushes her apartment open and crashes onto their couch with a groan.

"Poor Mr and Mrs. yoon. Poor me, how am i gonna stretch my last paycheck to cover my rent and food. I can more than likely kiss those Huntrix tickects goodbye." (Name) sighs before going on their phone and looking through job offers and applications.

They scroll for what feels like hours but was realistically ten minutes.

They groan in frustration because all the jobs they see are either have crazy hours, seem sketchy, or have unrealistic qualifications. They prepare to put their phone down but come upon a job offer that catches their eye, Band manager.

It looks sketchy but it is the best they can find so they apply and put their phone down hoping to get a confirmation soon only for their buzz a second later. "Okay, that was a little too soon."

They pick up their phone and see their application was approved, and they received an address and a time to be their. "This gets sketchier the more i get into it but I've gotten this far in so i guess I'll be meeting this band tomorrow at noon."

They sigh and put it into their calendar before preparing their dinner.

It looks like most of the votes voted for Saja boys x Manager reader. Hope everyone likes this but this is only a snippet of the first chapter, if you guys have any feedback or ideas i could use or add please let me know. I don't write as much as i wish i could, so i could def use some improvement in some areas but please let me know what you all think. OH and if anyone wants to be added to the taglist please let me know.

[honeygrahambitch]

Imagine getting home and finding your whole place redecorated, all your stuff moved in different places while all the new things are exactly the colors you don't vibe with and you can no longer find anything

[crossbackpoke-check]

a doc of omega yamo being a nuisance, you say?

well…

[chuluoyi]

✎ wife

- gojo satoru x reader

in which the new batch of first years are unaware that their eccentric teacher's wife is the pretty woman roaming the school grounds

genre: fluff, crack, gojo being a silly little menace as always, yuji and nobara are confused, an attempt at humor, lovesick gojo, mention of breastfeeding

note: it’s so silly but i had fun writing this! based on a request by anon (thank you!) but i tweaked it a bit and partly inspired by this fanart. reader is also a teacher at jujutsu high and has a baby with gojo—loosely a continuation of protect

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

"Take that off immediately!"

"Kyaaah~! Yuji is here, you pervert!"

Yuji was a laughing mess. Megumi and Nobara collectively sighed. Nanami attempted to retrieve his once-immaculate suit, now a crumpled mess, from the one and only Gojo Satoru, who found humor in stealing his signature attire and impersonating the stern-faced Nanami in front of his fresh batch of first years.

"He is incorrigible," Nobara grumbled, her eyes slitting. They said that he was a strong sorcerer, possibly the strongest there was, but she found it really hard to believe.

Megumi threw her a deadpan stare. With many years of putting up with this kind of antics under his belt, he pitied her for not knowing that this was far from the worst. "Yeah, he is."

"How does anyone ever put up with him?"

That was actually a good question. "We don't..." Megumi paused, recalling each and every occasion where he tried to do so. "His wife is probably the only one who can."

Nobara sputtered, spinning towards him. "What the—wife? That annoying man has an actual, living, breathing wife?"

"Who? Gojo-sensei?" Yuji chimed in, jumping into the conversation, leaving the supposedly two adults in their catfight. Nanami was still clawing to get his suit back, and Gojo continued to giggle and evade him, playfully running away.

Nobara scoffed. "I bet the woman just married him for the money. He comes from prestigious clan, yes? That must be it."

Yuji felt his eyes would pop out of its sockets. "What are you talking about, Kugisaki!? What woman—"

"Shut up, Itadori! Don't be too loud!"

Nobara and Yuji's unharmonious ruckus irritated Megumi to the bone, and he decided that the best course of action now was to leave them all in the dust. With a glare and a shake of his head, he stalked away.

And thus the two new first years were left with half-truths that would lead them into a major misadventure later that day—

—which happened when they spotted Nanami with you, whom they were still unfamiliar with.

They were convinced that Gojo’s wife must be some sort of boring tramp eyeing his wealth and not this positively radiant, mature woman, and so ruling that possibility out, they positively swooned at the sight before them.

"He's irresponsible, egotistical—" snippets of Nanami's frustrated words conveyed enough to paint a picture of Gojo's character. He was definitely ranting about Gojo to you.

"Is that Nanamin's wife?" Yuji mused, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks. "She is so pretty..."

"They... look cute together," Nobara hummed with dreamy eyes, and then looked at Yuji sharply. "And yes, she's indeed pretty, but know your place, Itadori!"

"I know!"

Based on how the two of you interacted, they concluded that you must have been close, with the way Nanami visibly relaxed around you, and not as formal as he was with anyone else. They highly suspected that the two of you were married, as you wore a ring, which was the ultimate sign.

"And how's the baby?" Nanami asked then, directing the question to you with a smile on his face, prompting surprised gasps from both Yuji and Nobara.

You were glowing, to say the least, and when you let out a small giggle at his question, even both students couldn't miss the way your expression exuded pure happiness. "He is well. Ah, I really wanted to bring him along too, but he was a little messy after eating so I left him at home. You can see him later…"

Yuji gaped. "So it's true..."

"Oh my gosh... and they have a baby." Nobara almost squealed.

And that sealed it. The headline of the day: Nanami is married to this stunning woman wandering the school grounds.

So imagine their utter shock when the second time they found you, you were with Gojo, and he was shamelessly snogging you in the hallway.

“Why are you here?” Gojo was breathless after the soul-sucking kiss he smothered you. His tone remained playful yet carried a clear undertone of concern. "You're still on maternity leave. I'll make sure Yaga knows that."

“Satoru,” you whined, and the use of his given name made Yuji and Nobara gasp in disbelief. “I’m perfectly okay and I don’t need to breastfeed anymore. I should start getting back to work.”

Nobara seemed to finally understand the implication. But Yuji didn’t. His mind flitting from one scandalous idea to another—

Gojo-sensei seducing Nanamin’s wife? Nanamin’s wife cheating on him with Gojo-sensei?

In the brief period he spent with Gojo, Yuji realized that he didn't exactly have a reputation for decency. So despite himself, he could only muster up this one word: “Homewrecker. Homewrecker!”

Yuji’s shriek took all three of you by surprise, and now both you and Gojo were aware of his presence.

“You absolute idiot,” Nobara hissed, face-palming.

“Oh, Yuji? Nobara?” Gojo genially asked, his concern towards you quickly dissolved into a meaningful smirk on his face. “And what do you mean by—?”

Yuji yelped. “You! You are! You’re trying to seduce Nanamin’s wife!”

Silence. Gojo’s eyes twitched beyond his blindfold. You blinked. Nobara wanted to save herself from the second-hand embarrassment. And his loud voice caught the attention of Megumi too, who was close by.

“You seem to be mistaken. First of all, Nanami isn’t married,” Gojo said with a strained voice, maintaining his smile. He then gestured at you, showing you off with pride. “And this here, is my wife.”

“Y-your wife?!” Yuji exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger. “H-how?! I saw her with Nanamin! Talking about a baby—”

“That would be my baby.”

“But how?!”

“Yuji, do you want me to give you a crash course in baby-making—”

“Satoru!”

You sent him a glare and turned to the young first years with a smile. "You must be the new first years? I’m Y/N, and I’m in charge of the second years.” You gestured towards your husband. “And please, ignore most things he says. He’s a bit crass, and if you ever feel he's harassed you, don't hesitate to report it to me."

“Wifey! How could you!”

“Shut up, Satoru! You’re embarrassing yourself!”

“What are you doing here?” Megumi inquired with a deep frown, getting between Yuji and Nobara as they stared at Gojo in total bewilderment.

Yuji exclaimed in disbelief, pointing at you. “Fushiguro! Gojo-sensei’s wife is a beauty!”

“…I know that already.”

Nobara whipped her head towards him. "You knew?! Since when?!"

“They… took me in.”

“THEY WHAT?!”

Gojo grinned at their chorus of surprise. “And what a fine boy he turns out to be, eh?”

Megumi scowled, but Gojo wasn’t bothered at all. If anything, what offended him was—

"What makes you think my dear wife here belongs to Nanami instead of me?" he joked with a mock scoff, earning an eye roll from you.

Nobara and Yuji blurted out their thoughts simultaneously.

“They look good together?”

“Nanamin is dependable?”

Gojo gasped dramatically, one hand flying to his mouth. "So, not only do I not look good with her, but I also don't seem dependable enough?" He turned to you with the most aghast expression. “Tell me that isn’t true—”

You shot him a withering look, deadpanning, “Actually, you might be.”

And Gojo clutched his chest, letting out an anguished cry.

Epilogue

“Satoru… come on, you know I was joking.”

Your dramatic ass of a husband had his head on your lap, hugging your torso tight. The pout on his face hadn’t faded a bit ever since he was done with his class, and now on your marital bed, he was clinging to you with all of his might.

He shook his head petulantly, clicking his tongue. “You’ve embarrassed me in front of my students. You’re so mean!”

You sighed. “I’m sure you have made a fool out of yourself far often. This is insignificant.”

“Hmph! How could you say that?! I don't care if it's me, but I can't believe that it's coming from you! I shower you with my undivided love each and every day!”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Somehow seeing him like this made your heart lurch. He reminded you so much of your baby boy who was sleeping right in the next room that you couldn't resist smiling and pinching his cheeks.

“Okay, okay. My husband is handsome, looks good with me and definitely someone I can rely on,” you relented, and like a lightbulb going off, Satoru suddenly beamed so wide that you were certain his cheeks hurt.

“That’s more like it! Now, now, there’s only one way that can prove how responsible I am! Let me just fill you up with another baby—”

You smacked him on the head.

[wisecura]

Sweeter (NSFW)

SatoSugu x f!Reader p.2 - 4k (all for the fuckin' smut)

summary: THE PWP FOR: entering high school only to be met with the two hottest strongest sorcerers of your generation was not something you were prepared for. so, what happens when they take a strange liking to their cute, sheltered underclassman?

an: man I'm getting some good practice for writing smut. I hope it's as coherent as my tired brain thought it was. loosely proofread, so please enjoy-

MINORS DNI AFTER HERE

warnings: do not read if you are sensitive to dubcon, or any kind of dark fic topics, small age gap (not even mentioned, they're past high school), arranged marriage, poly relationship, possessive undertones, manipulative undertones, manipulative, some gaslighting, Dom-Suguru, pussydrunk, creampie cleanup, breeding kink, virgin reader that somehow knows how to deepthroat a large cock (with minimal instructions-first try!), if they sound mean-i'm sorry, immature (sheltered) reader,

did you want to read it again?

The wedding was straight out of a fairytale, bathed in the rich, traditional colors that only added to the day’s dreamlike quality.

There he was—Satoru, the man you were about to call your husband.

Each time you glanced at him, dressed sharply, standing poised and perfect, it took your breath away. Marrying the most sought-after bachelor around, a man wrapped in prestige, wealth, and unmatched power and strength, felt crazy. The only word to describe it was surreal. 

Satoru gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as they announced your union. The kiss–though he'd kissed you plenty of times before, was now on the lips. A little deeper, holding the back of your head, keeping you close, preventing you from pulling away too quickly, leaving you breathless.  

During the reception, amidst the laughter and clinking glasses, you caught snippets of conversation from Satoru’s relatives, their voices low, gazing at you with a gleam in their eyes. One topic staying constant on their tongues: producing an heir.

It was a layer of expectation that loomed large, suddenly making your new reality even more daunting than you had anticipated.

As the night drew to a close and the estate began to quiet down, the weight of what was expected in your marriage truly settled in. Would Satoru really expect... that... so soon?

The thought of... consummation, when you hadn't even been dating, churned in your stomach as you hesitantly approached his, now your bedroom door. All your belongings were already here, making this vast place your new home, but this final step—something you felt completely unprepared for—loomed large.

With a shaky breath, you knocked gently on the door. The sound echoed slightly in the still hallway, perfectly in tune with the rapid beating of your heart. When the door finally swung open, Satoru loomed above you, his silhouette framed by the soft light spilling from the room, haloing him in an almost ethereal glow.

"You came," he remarked, a hint of surprise coloring his voice as if he hadn't fully expected you to follow through. You stood awkwardly a the door, feeling a little shy. Where you not supposed to-

"Come on," his hand reaching out to grasp your arm, pulling you into the room with a gentle tug that caused you to stumble slightly. As you regained your balance, your eyes quickly scanned the room.

It was strikingly sterile, devoid of personal touches, which made it feel less like a bedroom and more like an impersonal guest room. You assumed your belongings had already been neatly stored away in the closet. However, what really caught your attention wasn’t the room’s lack of personality but rather what—or rather, who—was on the large king-sized bed.

Suguru was there, lounging casually as if his presence in this intimate setting was the most natural thing in the world, the sight throwing you off.

"S-Suguru?" Your voice wavered, tinged with disbelief. He hadn't been at the wedding celebrations, and it had been months since you'd last seen him. Overcome with a mix of surprise and relief, you quickly crossed the room and threw yourself onto his lap, wrapping him in a tight hug.

"Even I didn't get this reaction," Satoru muttered from behind you, his tone a mix of amusement and mock offense.

Suguru's response was a deep, resonant chuckle that vibrated through his chest, warming you with its familiarity. The position was intimate, but you'd sat on their laps plenty of times before.

Obviously nothing would happen tonight if he was here. 

"It's been a while, pretty girl," Suguru murmured, his hand gently caressing your face and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You leaned into his touch, realizing just how much you had missed his presence.

"Heard you got married while I was gone," his voice low and teasing.

You laughed, the sound muffled against his chest as you nuzzled closer, reveling in the comfort his presence provided. The familiarity of his scent and the steady beat of his heart soothing your nerves. 

"Ok, now I'm starting to get jealous," Satoru's voice came from behind you. You heard his footsteps as he approached, and you felt the bed give way under his weight, his body pressed against your back, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them.

Suguru's hand reached over your shoulder, affectionately patting Satoru on the head.

"Now why would you be jealous? She's your wife," Suguru teased, his voice light but carrying a note that stirred a chill down your spine. You were still not quite accustomed to being called someone's wife.

"And here you are, all cuddled up next to her," Satoru huffed, his tone playful yet pointed.

"You promised we'd share, Satoru. Don't get greedy now," he added, reminding Satoru of some unspoken agreement that seemed to include you in their plans. You felt nervous as you let outa small breath.

"Promised you'd share?" The words slipped out, small, tinged with disbelief as you craned your neck to look up at Suguru. Almost instantly, you felt Satoru's presence push behind you. His body pressed closer, his breath warm on your neck, and his arms cinched tighter around your waist—a clear sign he didn't appreciate being ignored–even for a moment.

"Of course, sweet girl. We couldn’t possibly let you end up with just anyone," Suguru replied, his tone casual but obviously carrying an coolness that had you momentarily stunned.

"But what do you mean by 'share'?" The question hung awkwardly in the air, your brain not fully wrapping around his meaning. 

Suguru's response was matter-of-fact. "Well, technically, you can only marry one of us, right?"

Before you could digest this, Satoru piped up from behind, his voice laced with a mix of jest and arrogance, "And I’m the heir to the Gojo family, so obviously I’m the better choice."

This boast earned him a scathing look from Suguru, who, despite the tension, continued to stroke your head in a seemingly soothing manner. Yet, the gesture now felt more like a claim being staked, adding to the surreal-ness of the situation. 

"You've always been part of us, yeah? Every moment we've spent together built towards this. It's natural for us to be together. All ours."

Your mind reeled, struggling to piece together the implications of his words. "I... but I thought we were just friends. What do you mean I've always been yours?"

Satoru's breath was warm against your ear. "Think about it. Who's always been there for you? Who have you spent all your time with? It's always been us, hasn't it? It's not just friendship. It's more than that, and deep down, you know it," he whispered, each word designed to reshape your understanding of the past few years you shared together. Willing you to understand.

"But... How? A marriage is supposed to be between two people–a man and a woman–not... not this," you protested weakly, trying to grasp the reality they presented against everything you thought you knew–everything your clan has taught you.

Suguru laughed softly, a sound that used to comfort you but now seemed to carry a darker undertone. "Who says it has to be just two people?–man, woman, same difference. What we have? It's special, unique. We don't need to follow society's rules. We make our own rules because we're meant to be together. All of us."

Satoru nodded, adding, "Exactly. Why limit ourselves? You're ours, and we're yours. We've shared everything, haven't we? Our food, our time, our secrets. Sharing our lives through marriage is just the next step."

Your face flushed red, a mix of confusion and realization washing over you. "I... I do love you both," you admitted, your voice trembling. "You are the most important people in my life. I can't imagine being without you." Despite the situation, your heart knew these feelings were genuine. You've obviously never confessed, and this just felt so new. So nerve wracking.

Suguru's expression softened, his earlier laughter fading into a more sincere, tender smile. "And we love you, too. More than you can imagine," he assured you, hands collecting your hair together. "We've never planned to let you go, not now, not ever."

As Satoru buried his face deeper into your neck, you felt the warmth of his breath and the gentle kisses he planted along your skin. Each kiss was soft, almost reverent, as he murmured right into your ear, “No matter what happens, even if you wanted to leave, we wouldn’t let you. You're part of us, and that’s how it’s going to stay. We’re in this together, forever.”

His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, making your heart swell with happiness. It felt right, being here with them, more right than anything else ever had. They were no longer just dreams or fantasies—they were real, tangible–and  you finally saw them for what they were. 

Yours. 

Suguru’s hands joined Satoru’s at your waist, tightening his hold just as his gaze pierced into yours. His question was direct, catching you by surprise. "Have you been with anyone before?" His eyes seemed to search for any hint of deceit in your response.

You shook your head, knowing exactly what he meant, your cheeks warming with embarrassment. "No, I’ve.... never been with anyone. I don’t even really know how all this is supposed to work," you admitted, feeling your heart race under his intense attention.

Sensing your nervousness, Suguru suddenly took charge, his voice firm as he instructed Satoru to give you some space. "Scoot back a bit, let's not crowd her," he said, a playful note creeping in his voice.  Satoru moved back reluctantly, mumbling a mix of playful huffs and complaints. “She’s my wife,”

"It'll start with kissing," Suguru ignores him, instead focusing his attention on you. "Already done that," you chimed in quickly, remembering the kisses shared with Satoru, the one from the alter-really only wanting to be helpful.

You didn't expect Suguru’s poutily looking away. A hint of annoyance flickering across his face. Sure, he expected the two of you to already kiss when you were married but…. "Satoru’s already kissed you…." he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Curious, you asked, "What’s wrong?" Satoru couldn't help but chime in with a grin, "Suguru’s jus’ jealous." Your face turned a deeper shade of red at the tease, but before you could respond, Suguru pulled you into him, his lips meeting yours in a deep, all-consuming kiss. It was intense and filled with an urgency that seemed to be fueled by Satoru’s taunting.

His hands trial down your body, squeezing and pulling you closer, exploring you completely. You're sat in his lap, as he forces your hips to grind into his, an obvious bulge pressing against you, his eyes damn near black–blown out, watching you closely as you break for air.

Looking down, his palms massage your thighs, hitching your nightgown up higher, fingers finally reaching your covered slit as you let out a small whimper from the contact. 

You felt all eyes on you, and couldn't help the nerves that coiled in your stomach–even now with you splayed across his lap on display, hungry eyes watching you–you still felt embarrassed. You heard shuffling from behind you, turning your head to meet Satoru-but before you could, Suguru’s hands grabbed your chin to face him. 

“Eyes on me, Doll.” The breathy puff of air you let out was all instinctual–the way he so easily commanded your attention with his pet names. And the tremble in your rolling hips forced his eyes back down, trailing his hand across your chest, your stomach, and finally down to the soaked fabric. “Satoru, I think your wife likes me more.” 

Your hands grip onto the fabric of his shirt, and you so desperately want to look back when you hear the slick sounds from behind you, Satoru’s annoyed sulky puff at Suguru’s comment sounding out around the loud, wet slaps. 

“hah–gimme a minute with her, and let's see who’s talkin’–” But once again Suguru ignores him, his fingers teetering the border of your panties, obviously distracted, before finally sliding a finger along your drenched folds. He lets out a soft chuckle, burying himself in deeper, a sickening squelch reverberating the room, now matching the pace of the sound behind you. So filthy, and you really didn't know any better-

You can't help the low moan you let out, or the way your nails dig into his shoulders, hips bucking into his thick fingers, seeking a release you didn't expect. And just as sudden, he withdrawals his fingers, bringing them up to your face, as if he were scolding you. 

“Look at how filthy you are.” he coos out, voice husky. “So cute.” You’re beet red. 

"Please, tell me you’re gonna let me have a taste.” Satoru's voice sounds out behind you, begging, more desperate than you've ever heard from him before. “C’mon Suguru, please.”

You could hear the rasp in his words, laced with heavy desire, as you watched Suguru shocked, no- stunned at the request. You couldn't see his face, but the audible fapping noises behind you were enough to give you a picture. 

“What do you think, doll? Should we let him taste?” His voice dripping in amusement, as you shake your head, mouth agape, “t-that’s nasty, Sugur–” before you could finish your protest, Suguru leans over you, pulling Satoru in by his neck, pushing you down on the bed in the process.

Now hovering above you, slotted between your legs–his hardened length firmly pressed against your center. You finally have a clear image of them both, as you see his fingers being shoved into Satoru’s mouth, grip choking him, and the lewd image of his fingers fucking into his mouth would stay ingrained into your mind for weeks after–you've never seen him so rough before.

And what shocked you moreso was when Satoru practically moaned at the contact of your taste on his tongue, lolling out, leaning into his aggressive hold as if it were the most natural thing ever. He greedily laps Suguru's fingers, fingers gripping Suguru’s wrist close, eyes rolling back, a sinful expression gracing his face.

You have a clear view of just what Satoru was up to behind your back, his massive hand actively stroking his girthy cock, now inches from your face. You can't keep your eyes off of it as you study it religiously. You've never seen one before. Was that thing supposed to….fit inside you? ]

Suguru chuckled lowly at your reactions, gaze locked onto you before pulling his fingers from Satoru’s mouth, releasing his hold on his neck. 

“He’s such a nasty boy, don't you think? Getting all hard from his wife being felt up like that.” Your eyes find Suguru’s again as he watches you closely. You can't respond-and how were you supposed to with two very large, very big men standing over you?

“You nervous?” you nod before you could stop yourself. Without hesitating, he pushes himself into you, spurring a small whimper from you, “It’s okay baby. We’ll take good care of you.” His fingers find your clit through your panties, as he continues grinding into you, each touch bringing you closer and closer to the edge, mind going fuzzy as you watch Satoru stroking himself. 

His eyes meet yours, glazing over, pupils matching Suguru’s, and they both sense your impending orgasm growing with every passing second, your body responding to Suguru’s touch despite your initial hesitation. "You're so wet already, doll," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. “Feels so tight ‘n warm.” 

Satoru chuckles, licking his lips as he watches Suguru's movements, leaning down to hover over your face, “Wanna taste?” And before you could answer, he’s leaning into a deep kiss, tongue slipping past your lips, and you can taste your own slick on him.

Breaking away, his fingers make their way to your mouth, eyes watching you, burning you. He moves his thumb away from your mouth, replacing it with the tip of his cock instead, tracing your lips with it. "Open up."

You feel a shiver run down your spine as you hesitantly part your lips, allowing Satoru to slide his cock inside. Your eyes widen as you taste him for the first time, a salty white thickness coating your tongue. Suguru takes this opportunity to slide a finger inside you once again, curling it just right to hit that spot. 

You moan involuntarily, your hips bucking against his hand, allowing Satoru's cock in deeper, almost choking on it. Satoru smirks, his hands moving to grip your head, guiding your movements. He loves the way you look with his cock in your mouth, so innocent yet so sinful. He thrusts deeper, his hips rocking against your face, as you continue slurping on his thick cock. “Eh eh, no teeth baby, hollow out that mouth, jus like that, goooood girl–”

“Cmon now Satoru, she can't breathe.” Suguru reprimands lightly, your head going dizzy at the lack of oxygen. 

“You sure you're a virgin?” Satoru moaned out, “sure doesn't seem like it.” 

“Easy now, Satoru, don't make me tie you down.” You barely catch the words, Satoru filling your mouth as drool pooled around the edges. You’d complain, but the moans coming from Satoru were godly, and the feel of Suguru grinding into your clothed cunt had easily clouded your thoughts.  

“So good fer me,” Satoru praises, pulling his cock from your mouth, leaving behind a trail of saliva. They both are mesmerized at how your body takes them both so well, each stimulation eliciting such a vulgar reaction from you. You already looked fucked out and they haven’t even started. 

Suguru pulls your panties down now, fixated on your weeping bare cunt, drawing satorus attention. “Sucha pretty little hole.” His fingers trail the edges, before dipping inside, and you moan at the intrusion.

“Let's keep this mouth busy, yeah?” and before you know it, Satoru’s cock is back on your tongue, thrusting in deep, as you gag. The sight of your pretty mouth struggling to accommodate him only spurs him on, and you do your best to relax your jaw–only hoping that you were doing it right. 

Suguru's eyes flicker with a primal hunger as he watches you struggle to adjust to Satoru's cock. He withdraws his fingers from you slowly, leaving you aching and empty for just a moment before he replaces them with something much larger.

You feel his cock press against your entrance, causing your eyes to widen, not sure he’d be able to even fit there. Satoru chuckles at your reaction, gripping your head firmer as he thrusts deeper into your mouth. Suguru leans down, his lips grazing your ear. "Relax," he whispers soothingly. "It'll be easier if you just relax, baby."

You nod, trying to settle down, trusting him completely, he slowly pushes himself inside you, his thick length stretching you wide open. You whimper around Satoru's cock as Suguru fills you up, pleasure and pain melding together in a heady mix, the stretch almost unbearable.

Satoru groans at the feel of your throats vibrations, as Suguru gives you a moment to adjust before he starts moving, his hips rocking into yours in a slow, steady rhythm. Satoru matches his pace, thrusting in sync with Suguru. You feel completely filled, sandwiched between them both. They take turns praising you, their voices muffled by their own pleasure-filled moans.

"Fuck, you feel incredible."  Suguru's husky voice echoes through your mind as he picks up the pace, thrusting deeper inside your sloppy pussy. "Such a good girl, taking both of us so well." Satoru adds, his breathing labored as he watches Suguru claim you, eagerly awaiting his turn.

Their movements become more erratic as they lose themselves in their lust, their hands roaming over your body possessively. 

Suguru's thumb circles your clit faster, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you, as Satoru thrusts harder into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each movement. You moan around him again, the vibrations sending shockwaves through him, causing his hips to stutter. They continue to worship your body, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. “Should I cum in this pussy?” Suguru says, staring down at you through hooded eyes.

His words send a bolt of pleasure straight to your pussy, your walls contracting around him involuntarily. His grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts becoming rougher as he groans, "Fuck yes, I'm going to cum inside you, this pussy will be dripping, ‘m gonna give you so much." His eyes bore into yours, filled with a possessive hunger that makes you squirm. Satoru groans at the sight, his cock pulsing against your tongue.

Satoru pulls out of your mouth momentarily to trail wet kisses down your neck, leaving your mouth open for you to sputter out a string of curses and moans. He circles your nipple with his tongue, making you arch into him as Suguru continues to fuck you mercilessly. “Fuck, she's so responsive.” His own climax building at the sight of your impending orgasm. 

Suguru grunts in approval at your response, his hips driving harder into yours, his cock stretching you deliciously. You can hear the offensive wet sounds of their movements filling the room, making your core clench even more around Suguru's length. "you're so goddamn tight,"

Suguru curses, his control slipping. Satoru's lips leave your nipple to trail kisses along your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin. "You're going to cum for us, aren't you, sweetheart?" He asks huskily, his hand wandering down to grip your thigh, holding it aside so he could see better. 

"Mhmph," you moan, nodding vigorously, your body trembling under the dual assault. Suguru grunts, his pace relentless as he feels your pussy begin to spasm around him. "That's it, take it all, you're doing so well," Satoru praises, his voice rough, strained with arousal. Suguru's movements become erratic as he chases his own climax, his thrusts becoming rougher, deeper, more primal.

"Fuckfuck–yes, cum on this dick,” He curses as his orgasm hits, his cock pulsing inside you as he releases hot streams of cum. Your walls tighten around him, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, making you buck wildly against him.

Suguru growls as he feels you clamp around him, cursing as he sinks his fingers into you tighter. Satoru watches intently, his hand gripping the base of his cock tightly to prevent himself from cumming too soon. Suguru's movements slow, but he doesn’t pull out, letting his cum fill you as he catches his breath. "Holy shit. You were holdin' out on us." 

Suguru presses soft kisses against your neck while he waits for you to come down from your high. Suguru withdraws from you slowly, his cum trickling down onto the king bed below you. Before you can catch your breath, Satoru takes his place, his cock pressing against your sensitive entrance. "My turn now," and before you can protest, he thrusts in deep as Suguru leans in to capture your pathetic whimpers with a filthy kiss.

Satoru's fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts deeper into you–the stretch so familiar but so different, his movements calculated to drive you wild. "So wet,so sososo so good," he groans, his pace increasing steadily. He loves the feeling of you around him, the way your walls clench with each stroke, recovering from your orgasm-pulsating just right-so hotsohotsohot, Suguru’s cum working as a lube for your poor abused hole–no doubt overstimulated. Suguru watches from the side, stroking himself lazily as he watches Satoru claim you, his own lust rekindled. They both lose themselves in the moment, completely consumed by their desire for you. 

"You're going to take every drop," Satoru grunts, his own orgasm building. Your eyes roll back as you feel your climax approaching at a scary speed, your body begging for release as he hits all the right spots.

When you finally cum, your pussy milks him greedily, pulling out every last drop of cum. They both groan in pleasure, the sight of you too good to pass up, as Satoru pulls out, he chuckles at your spent form, the sight of his cum dripping from you making him hard again already. Collapsing on the bed next to you, spent and satisfied.

He reaches out to trace patterns over your sensitive folds, playing with the mess they've made together, slick pooling at his fingertips. "Look at what a good little slut you are, stuffed by two men's seeds," he teases, leaning in to press a tender kiss against your thigh before looking over at Suguru with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You think she can handle us both filling her up?"

Suguru looks over at you with a hungry gaze, he runs a hand through his dark hair, eyes trailing down to where their cum pools between your legs. "We'll have to see," he says, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He moves closer, positioning himself beside Satoru so that they're both looming over you, staring down at your spent form. "But first, Be a good boy, Satoru, and clean her up." 

His hand on the back of his head, but you don't think he needed much convincing. Satoru leans forward without hesitation, his tongue licking up the mixture of their cum from your inner thighs- drawing patterns, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of both of their essences mixed with your sweetness. You whimper at the sensation, your body still sensitive and now overstimulated.

Suguru watches, his hand gripping Satoru's hair tightly, his own cock stirring again at the sight of Satoru’s tongue dipping into your pussy, tonguing the white mixture, with a nasty blissed out expression.

"Spread wider for him, doll," he instructs, his voice husky with desire. You obey automatically despite you craving the need to shut them tightly, your legs trembling as Satoru's tongue delves deeper, arms pinning your bucking hips down to the bed. 

You moan out loudly, your body writhing beneath him, as Satoru licks and sucks at your swollen clit, relishing in your responsiveness, swallowing down every drop that your pussy gave him.

Suguru reaches over him to fondle your breasts, pinching your nipples gently as he watches Satoru work his magic on your sensitive nerves. "Such a good girl," he praises, his free hand stroking his hardening cock again. "So responsive, so eager for more. You really ready for round two?"

Satoru smirks up at Suguru, licking cum from his lips before leaning up to meet his lips in a filthy kiss. You watch in a haze of pleasure as they share your taste, their tongues tangling together hungrily. When they finally pull apart, Suguru's eyes are dark with desire as he looks down at you. 

"I think she's ready for whatever we want to give her," 

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[butterflyscribbles]

Why has no one mentioned how Maddie would be so mad when Knuckles came back after the events of the Knuckles series.

Like he was gone for at LEAST a week it seems, and he was in fact grounded.

So like imagine Maddie's reaction, she had grounded Knuckles and he hasn't come down stairs at ALL for a few days so she goes up to lift his punishment just to find out he's GONE without a trace and she has zero clue where he is. Imagine how bad she would freak out.

Or she would figure out through Sonic or Tails telling her he disappeared.

I feel like Knuckles would get his ass chewed out by Maddie with poor Wade trying to help-

anyways i might or might not write a fanfic where this happens.

DUDE I WANT TO DO SOMETHING WITH THIS IDEA TOO SO BADLYYYYYY

(Full disclosure I haven’t seen Knuckles all the way through but I’ve gotten the gist through a bunch of clips)

I’m SOBBING over the idea that Maddie goes up to apologize and he’s just gone. Something tipped her off when Wade didn’t answer her calls about borrowing his car too. She’s losing it too bc he’s got fresh injuries as he and Wade hobble in. Wade gets the verbal lashing even worse than Knuckles lmao…..

He is stunned to be met with such concern once he’s back, from Maddie, his brothers and Tom who had gotten back a few days ago. In addition to not feeling he’d had a home on Earth yet, he hadn’t had anyone to worry about him before. Guilt twists him in a way he’d never experienced and he “lays low” for a couple of days.

I so wish we could have gotten that reunion from the show. Even a snippet of it;A;

[heyimkana]

guys guys i'm afraid i don't have much time to write but i wanna try and post something new next week 🥰

Also, have a little snippet for both 😁

“You only want me, don’t you, my love?” With one hand still plastered against your throat, he slid his other one down your body. “You wouldn’t want any other man to touch you this way, would you?” Jinwoo let his calloused palm paint the pictures for you, traveling from one sensitive part to another. “These sweet lips…” His hand traversed your neck before it settled on your mouth, two digits caressing over the seam of your lips as he bestowed a kiss equally as gentle on your cheek. “This beautiful hand…” He took your trembling hand in his, lacing your fingers together before he brushed his lips against your knuckles. “This curve of your waist…” He roamed over your side, his fingers gripping possessively, clawing against the fabric of your blouse. “And here…” He lifts your skirt to your hips, raking his nails over the supple flesh of your thigh before his hand slithers right between your legs. He cups your heat, his voice a low growl in your ear. “This pretty cunt of yours… All of these are mine.” 

You flinch, a soft cry spilling out of you as he slipped two fingers inside your panties, rubbing them against your clit. He was so gentle with you before; every touch felt featherlight on your skin, but that one…  He was rough with it, demanding, controlling, as if that part of your body was never yours to begin with. 

“Every part of you was made for me.” He licked a stripe up your neck, his fingers sliding back and forth between your folds, slick with your essence. “Only for me to touch. To ruin.”

He pushes in without a second to waste, his tongue moving past your ring at once, tasting the sweetness of your core. Your hand finds home in his hair as a startled gasp escapes you. This time, you don't want him to stop. He can fuck you later; that can wait. Right now, all you need is to find your release, to come on his tongue the way he craves for it. 

“Mmph,” Jinwoo breathes out heavily through his nose, his eyes drooping in rapture the moment you start grinding on his face. He can sense your impatience, your need to take over control, to just use him as you please until you reach your ecstasy. And he knows exactly what to do for you to obtain it.

He breaks away from you, almost robbing a whine out of your lips from the short separation. To your surprise, your husband settles himself on the bed, rolling over to his back and taking your body with him. You land on his chest with a huff, his grip around your waist so possessively tight, his movements rushed as if he was on the brink of his sanity. “Get up here,” he nearly growls, his own patience running thin. “On my face, Angel.”

“J-Jin—”

“Now.”

UPDATE: Yandere!Jinwoo fic is out! Read it here.

[revelboo]

may you PLEASE write more starscream x reader heheheheh.... ive been eating them up ever since i came across ur blog

I’m glad you like them! That last anon question made me think of something I’m going to have to deal with eventually, though. I mostly write paranormal romance and my intention was to use Tumblr like my note board in my office- that’s what these snippets are- scenes I want to get down so I remember them and can expand them into a coherent story later- I have an AO3 ready for when I start doing that, but because of what the story arc will eventually lead to, it’ll be 18+ I’ve been avoiding writing anything… er, let’s say “spicy” here since I really don’t know the demographic on Tumblr and I’m not interested in corrupting/ mentally scarring preteens or kids. Though, to be fair, I imagine putting a warning up over there is exactly as effective as adding one here.

Everything is Alright Pt 27

Starscream x Reader- trust

• How can you ease him with such a small thing? Just a touch, given freely. Because you might care. He needs to believe that, needs this to be real, not all just an act to save yourself and stay in his good graces. Needs someone who needs him. The truth, though? He doesn’t know and that doubt lingers in the back of his processor as he lays flat on his back, a servo tracing along your back as you sprawl on him alongside his canopy. He can feel every little shift of your small frame against his, your breathing and the beat of your heart. Those sensations now familiar as the pulse of his own spark.

• He’s calmer now, but quiet and that doesn’t sit well with you. It genuinely hurt him that you’d assumed the worst. And even if he hadn’t hurt anyone, you’re sure he still destroyed someone’s home. It’s a reminder that he doesn’t actually care about humans. For whatever reason, you’re the exception. The one left holding his leash while knowing you can’t actually hope to rein in his behavior. Can’t hope to control him. That servo traces the curve of your shoulder. Down the line of your spine. Every stroke seeming to calm that awful anger more. When he vents, the warm air washes over you, stirring your hair. And if you have his leash, he has yours. How can you ever try to really escape when you know he’ll go on a rampage? You’re not even sure that you want to anymore and when did that happen? With that realization comes the one that whispers that you can’t keep writing it off as Stockholm’s. You do care for him as stupid as it probably is.

• Rumbling softly when your head lifts, the slide of his servo pauses because you’re staring at him and he isn’t sure what to make of that look on your face. “What?” He growls, immediately wary. His wings try to shift even though his position restricts them when you carefully stand, a hand on his canopy for balance as you walk closer to his head and sit on his plating where his chassis and neck meet. Still staring at him and he has to tuck his chin to see you.

• That confusion edged with annoyance is almost cute as he frowns at you. Trying to figure out what you’re doing, just like you are. There’s so much you want to say. To ask in that moment, as fragile, new thoughts flutter through you. And it passes, because you can’t risk ruining what you have. It matters to you more than it should. So you just lay a palm on his face, lean down and press a soft kiss to his warm, metal chin. “Thank you for taking care of me,” you whisper instead of those dangerous, soft things you can’t let loose.

• Watching you retreat back to your original spot on his chassis and then lay down on your side with your back to his canopy, he doesn’t move. Not until your breathing eventually evens out and he’s sure you’re not awake. Then slowly so he doesn’t disturb you, he touches his chin, warmth spreading through him at that little display of affection for him. Venting, he lets his head fall back to stare at the ceiling as something stirs in his spark, kindling in the quiet and he lays a hand over your little frame to keep you safe.

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[cosmalumi]

A summary of the rest of the story:

This is late, but better late than never I suppose. I've been asked a couple of times over the years to post the rest of the story, but I never knew how to go about writing it up, so here we go Chapter 3

This was the last one I had a proper script for. I guess partially 4? There was a snippet with Twilight and Spike figuring out how to find element bearers but I dunno if it made much sense. The script here is a bit rough and probably needed some refinement, but it gets the point across. The following are the last pages I worked on, two of which were never posted.

[START SCRIPT] He gives a short laugh. “Sorry about that! Nice to meet’cha. Name’s Nox. I hope those restraints aren’t too tight. You might be a prisoner, but there’s no need for you to be uncomfortable here.”

“…” Fluttershy glares at him.

Wow that’s actually a really great impression of my boss… You’re not related to Brass are you?

I guess you’re not the talkative type huh? That's alright, I can do it for you. How’s about we start with a name?

"Says here you’re Fluttershy. Only child of Cloud Cover and Posey who were prominent figures of the Velvet Carnation Movement until their untimely deaths ten years ago during the Ponyville fire, leading to you dropping out of Cloudsdale flight school. Currently you live in a cottage on the outskirts of New Ponyville and run an animal caretaking service.” Fluttershy is shocked, and he’s grinning “Pretty spooky, huh? The crown’s got eyes and ears everywhere… But it looks like few places are escaping us… saaay… the hiding places of your Red Sun friends?”

Fluttershy raises an eyebrow.

“Look, I get it. You don’t trust me or anypony in the castle for that matter, but you’re here on charges of attempted regicide and that means you’re on a fast track to a short rope. But I know you’re just another pony that’s been twisted by the Red Sun. If you work with us-

“I’ll never work for Nightmare Moon!” She blurts out angrily.

“But you’ll follow the Red Sun? Do you even know what kind of things they do? Because they certainly aren’t the heroes some ponies make them out to be.

“All they want is an Equestria where ponies can live in peace-” “Peace?”He places several photos on the table. ”Blood rituals, bombings of public gathering places, foalnapping and ransoming ponies to fund their activities.” Fluttershy's face is concerned. “Remember the wild weather that destroyed the harvest in Tall Tale last fall? Well the Red Sun’s goons stole the relief supplies our Queen sent. They were alright with leaving thousands to starve.

“Even if that were the case, I didn’t want to do what I did, but someone had to stand up to her. She’s nothing more than a big bully and I couldn’t sit around anymore and watch her hurt more innocent ponies. I had to try, and If that means this is my last day on Gaia, then so be it. New Fluttershy isn’t a coward!” “That’s quite noble of you. Ponies that selfless are hard to come by… which is why I don’t want to see you go down for this. Tell me who helped plan the attack and the Crown won’t press charges. I’ll make it so you never stepped hoof in Canterlot. You could go on with your life… Go back to your cottage… back to your pet.” Slides forward picture of angel. [PAGE BREAK] Fluttershy is thinking of Angel and other animals from back home. "I can’t do that. They helped put my life back together. I won’t let you hurt them. “Would they do the same for you though? I mean… they didn’t come for you when you got captured. They don’t care about YOU, they cared about what you could do FOR them.” “What and you care?” “Fluttershy, I just want to give you your life back. The way I see it, a cult took advantage of a young troubled mare and made you do things you'd never think to do otherwise. If the Red Sun was willing to sacrifice someone as kind as you, who else would they be willing to throw away for their selfish goals?” “They’re not like that…” She looks a bit more unsure this time. [PAGE BREAK] All I ask in return for your freedom is a name. If you won't do it for yourself, do it for the ones that care for you and would like to see you again. Take some time to think about it. He gets up and leaves. Fluttershy looks down pensively. [PAGE BREAK]

Nox exits. “That went well! Wanna grab a bite, Sabre? I’m thinking sandwiches-- Something with peanut butter. Crunchy, obviously. Crystal Sabre is there, looking at Nox, exasperated. She points at him accusingly. “I told you that wasn’t going to go anywhere. You should have let me interrogate her. “Look, until Brass gets back, I have to fill in for her, and that means I’m stuck with a mountain of paperwork. I even had to get up for that emergency meeting this morning! Let me have a little fun! Besides, I have a feeling it wasn’t all for nothing. “The Red Sun’s never been this bold before…What do you think changed?” Fluttershy says through the intercom window thingy “I want to talk to Rainbow Dash!” “…Who?”

[END SCRIPT]

In the end, I got too scared of the idea of backlash from one of my OCs being mean to Fluttershy ^^;; I recognize that it may not have been the case, but after how much hate I got for killing off a random guard, younger me got too scared to stick to this script and I flip flopped between redoing it or leaving it. I came to love the characters I had originally made for the sole purpose of filling cabinet roles. I struggled bring myself to make one of them the antagonist in an interaction with someone as beloved as Fluttershy. I ended up putting off the decision long enough that I lost interest in continuing the story though. This script was not the main reason I lost interest in the story, but it was a factor. My original points stand, and I don't regret deciding to let this comic go so I could branch out.

A chunk I wrote with Twilight: Sunset shimmer was a failed magician that was previously in Night's employ Twilight actually would have talked about here in this chunk: [START SCRIPT] “We know the elements are all part of a system. If they’re inactive, the bond is still there, it’s just faint, like how on a map you might not see a road between a town and Canterlot, but there has to be one because duh, all roads lead to Canterlot. We have pieces of the system and if we can isolate that link between the pieces, we could follow the link from one element back to the others. All we need to do is fine tune Rarity’s gem finding spell so instead of the beacon being any old gem, it’s whatever is on the other side of the link. Spike: “Wouldn’t the mages before you already have tried something like that? Twi: “Well the last one, Sunset or something, (Frowny scrunchy face), destroyed all of the notes from previous experiments so we’re pretty much starting from scratch, but even if they did, we have something they didn’t! A working element!” [END SCRIPT]

Night burned through so many young and eager mages trying to get what she wanted. Once they weren't useful, they got dumped.

Rest of it:

The big bad evil was going to be the guard Fenix who is actually a body hopping spirit of an alicorn from the ancient alicorn empire before it got decimated in the Alicorn-Draconequus wars. The alicorns had purged themselves of their "darkness" and went on a crusade to bring greatness and order to the rest of Gaia. The last of the Draconequus sacrificed themselves to break the alicorns into the three/four pony tribes--essentially exterminating both races. One of the newly minted unicorns had been in the Empress's inner council and refused to die quietly like the others. Since then, he's been taking over other unicorns' bodies as a way of living forever because he's scared of death (Unicorns because he wasn't sure if non-unicorns could do the necessary magic to prolong his life). That's why Fenix's personality changed when his buddy died in the flashback told by his cousin (The hopping usually kills original person. The original Fenix is gone, there's just the rogue soul now. The previous body was going to die, so he jumped ship before it did). The changeling comment by his cousin was meant to be a diversion.

The entity in Fenix's body had been around for thousands of years, just living a regular life. Ever since the rise of the two sisters, he attached himself to their leadership, usually hanging around as a soldier/guard of some kind, because he still believes in the Alicorns' right to rule and wants to help with bringing glory to Equestria and serve the greater good--the Alicorns and the ideals they choose to rule by.

Fenix had been fine living as just a guard, even under Nightmare Moon. Witnessing her uncertainty and paranoia--how the country was being divided by Night's poor leadership in recent years (especially after the whole assassin and Quake dying)--he became disillusioned by Night's rule and would go on to lead a rebellion against her by plotting to take the Elements of Harmony for himself, hopping into the body of the Red Sun Rebellion's Leader- Sunset Shimmer, then eventually hopping into Celestia to become Solar Flare/Daybreaker or Evil Celestia or whatever. The Elements of Harmony were actually ancient alicorn weapons of mass destruction. The enchantment that made them had mutated over the millennia, becoming something completely new, but contact with the soul of an alicorn of old would have ignited something. Not exactly a reset, but they would have recognized one of their original users and their original purpose.

Night is actually the darkness (a shade) that had been purged from the Alicorn Empress in the old days. It gained a will of it's own over years and forged a pact with Luna to help her take over the kingdom. She didn't remember who she was, only fragments because she was all the parts of the Empress that were deemed impure/bad. They were fine being partner rulers for a while, but then an offhanded comment led to Ponyville being burned to the ground by zealots in the Queen's name 15 or so years ago --this had been to destroy the Velvet Carnation Movement which had been a peaceful group advocating for democracy instead of monarchies--and they'd been feuding ever since and only recently made up in the comic.

Night would have freed Celestia from the Sun of her own volition to try to appease the population and show that she is a good ruler and stop all the talk of rebellion. She wanted to use her as a political puppet. Celestia would have been on a short leash.

Night would have died at the end of the comic, sacrificing herself to put an end to the old empire once and for all by holding down evil Celestia as they both get blasted by the Friendship Elements beam. The old ways were wrong, it was time to stop clinging onto the past--Celestia and Luna are left to make up and rebuild Equestria.

There was definitely a lot of middle stuff that I never figured out, but I did like the story. It just grew increasingly clear that it wasn't something I could ever finish.

Here are some of the alicorn designs I never got around to showing:

I feels quite nice to finally have it all out there.

[pome-seed]

The Soldier's Keeper ★ 13

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: You try to accept your new life in the country side of Romania. You try, and with the company of Bucky, you start to think you can.

Warnings: Mentions of captivity. Mentions of trauma. Mentions of wounds. Paranoia. Angst.

Authors Note: Getting into post-traumatic domesticity. Please enjoy, comment, and be kind. ALSO, if you want to be apart of the taglist, let me know :)

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The pair fell into a safe rhythm. 

While you recovered, he left to find work.

It was easier than you thought it would be. The rundown inn was short on money, and help. So, for the exchange of a free room, Bucky did anything they needed. Housekeeping, grounds keeping, maintenance, whatever it took really.

 He wasn’t always gone, though.

 Some days you woke to him sitting at the shabby table in the center of the room, writing in a journal. He always tried to bring you something of substance to eat, setting a plate by the bed for when you woke.

Most days though, he was gone. 

He always returned in the afternoon, just in time for the sun to set. You’d started to associate him with the warmth of the sun peaking through the curtains. 

You spent most of your time in bed, reading from a small stack of dusty books that Bucky was slowly building up. You couldn’t remember the last time you had read so much in one go. 

When you weren’t reading, you were trying not to brew in your own self pity.

You weren’t like Bucky. Your body took its time healing. And you felt it, with every ache in your ribs, and burn in your lacerations. Bucky was able to get his hands on some pain medication, and you took it greedily. 

You just wanted to feel normal again. And being bedridden, stuck in a small room, didn’t help with that.

You’d watch through the closed windows, smiling at the tiny birds that landed in the grass outside. You assumed you were further into the country, rather than the city. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt the brush of grass against your feet. It must have been years. You didn’t get to spend much time outside, even before all this. You were always cooped up in your lab, or at home. 

Bucky noticed your longing, one day coming home to you with your chin propped on the window cill. You usually greeted him when he returned for the day, but not that time. You just stared at the birds hopping through patches of dirt. 

The two of you still weren't exactly chatty. You always found yourself rambling to him as he settled in. 

You realized the two of you weren’t used to speaking freely with each other. There was no one around to muzzle, maim, or quiet you. There was nothing  restricting you now. And that was almost too much to handle.

So Bucky always responded in quiet snippets. You knew he wasn’t used to conversing. Maybe he didn’t even want to. But you wanted to give him the option. 

“Do you want to go outside?”

You jumped, having not noticed him come in. “What?”

Bucky stood awkwardly by the door, his hand still on the handle. “You haven’t been outside yet.” He responded. You didn’t realize it, but he had slowly started to feel like your keeper. He wanted nothing less than for you to feel like you were still trapped. 

“I still can’t stand.” You muttered, glancing at your wrapped feet. 

You heard the floorboards creak as he approached. He crouched at your side.

 “Do you want to go outside?” He met your gaze, his blue eyes looking softer than you’d noticed before. 

You nodded, and before you could say another word, he was lifting you off the bed. You made a sound of surprise as he shifted you, a hand under your back and the crook of your knees. You curled a hand in the cotton of his shirt, feeling unsteady. 

He creaked the door open. You cast a familiar glance back into the room before the door closed.

And then you felt the warmth. 

It was foreign. Hot. You squinted under the brightness. The air smelled of dirt and nature. Bucky kept walking, even after you were fully submerged in the sunlight. 

It took you a second to recognise everything.

The oak trees in the distance. Bushes speckled through the clearing. You could see dandelions in the grass. Behind you, you could see a parking lot around the corner of the inn. 

A cool shade flickered overhead. Bucky was lowering you, and soon, you were sitting in the grass. You felt the soft blades beneath your fingers. 

It smelled like summer. 

Tears burned behind your eyes, your throat felt tight. It all felt so real. You pulled a handful of grass and dirt from the ground and held it to your nose. You couldn’t help the shudder that wracked your body as you cried. You couldn’t help the salty tears that watered the soil beneath you. 

You couldn't help the raw feeling in your chest. 

Bucky watched you, standing at a close distance. He felt like he was watching a moment that wasn’t for him. But when you looked back at him, a toothy grin spread across your lips, he couldn’t help but want to stay. 

Something you noticed about Bucky, was that his mind never stopped moving. 

You could see it. 

He always seemed stuck in his thoughts, nearly drowning in them. His brows were pinched together in contemplation, his lips pulled into a soft frown. He picked at the seams in his gloves. He hesitated, always second guessing himself before speaking or acting.

He was constantly doubting himself. 

Unsure of himself. 

You wondered what he wrote in his journals. You wondered if they were thoughts, or questions, or memories. Maybe timelines. Bits and pieces of his past, each shard slowly coming back to him, day after day. 

You would never ask, though. Never. That was his, and his alone.

Bucky was more open at night. Something about the intimate silence of your small room, or about the way you never pushed him. Maybe it was the darkness. 

Maybe it was the fact that he felt hidden, safe. 

“I went to the museum.” He admitted, sitting with his back to the window by the bed. The silver moonlight made his hair look blue. Bucky cleared his throat, turning his gaze to his hands thrown over his raised knees.

You sat up a little straighter, the covers falling into your lap.  “Yeah?” You had been reading- or at least, pretending to. You could feel that something was off that night.

Bucky had returned to the room that night, silent, avoiding your gaze the moment he walked through the door.

“Yeah.” He whispered. “Before I came back. After…” After he fought Captain America.

You thought back to when you were younger, back in school, to your field trip to the museum of Captain America. You remembered strolling past the giant screens of vintage photos, the worn suits, the long paragraphs of their history. 

You remembered their faces. His face. From before.

“I knew him.” He whispered. You tried not to shudder. “I had-” he had to clear his throat. “I had a life. I had a sister.” His voice was a wisp of self reflection. Guilt. Hesitance. 

“Yeah?” You repeated, at a loss for words. “Do you remember them?”

He nodded. “I do, but I-” He pressed his lips together. “I remember them, my sister, my mom- but it feels wrong.” He squeezed his eyes shut, like something played in his mind, just out of reach. “Like they’re not mine.”

“The memories?”

He nodded.

“They are yours. They were taken from you, but those memories are yours, Bucky,” you whispered. 

He didn’t say anything for a moment, but when he did, the breath was swept from your chest. “They’re all gone.” He huffed, his fists curling. “Everyone I knew. They thought I died- and maybe I did.”

You gaped, picking at the loose threads on your shirt as you floundered for words. “Maybe you did,” Bucky’s gaze floated to you on the mattress, the shame clear in his eyes. “But you’re still you. Just a different you.”

“I don’t want to be different.”

The confession felt like a hit to the gut. You could see the way he suppressed a tremor, his hands balled up over his knees. This vulnerability was new, fresh and raw.

 This terrified him.

 “I know,” you swallowed around the tears of sympathy that wanted to fall. “But you are. That doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”

His jaw clenched, his brows furrowing. “I-” he struggled around his own shame- and maybe grief, for himself. For everything he could have been. “What I’ve done-” he shook his head. 

“They made you.” You tried.

Bucky nodded. He stared at the palms of his hands, as if seeing something you couldn't. “But I did it. And I couldn’t stop it.”

You knew he was talking about something different now. Something beyond your capabilities to understand. “Your body was a cage,” you whispered, your own chest aching at the idea. 

“I couldn’t…” he trailed off, curling the fingers of his prosthetic hand. 

He couldn’t stop himself from killing those people.

You knew what he meant. You knew what he was going to say. What he couldn’t say. “What they did to you doesn’t have to change who you are. Who you can be.” You barely knew what you were saying, grasping for words. You just knew you needed him to see what you saw. 

“It already did.”

“But you’re still Bucky.” 

He glanced up at you, like he was seeing something you couldn’t again. He had a way of doing that, you realized. “I want to be.”

When you were finally able to walk comfortably again, the two of you went on a trip to the market together.

Over the past few days, while Bucky was gone, you spent your time hobbling in lines across the little room. You inched and shuffled, but you did it. 

It was agony, at first. Burning and stinging and rippling up your legs. But soon, the flesh wounds began to scab over, and the pain began dulling out. 

And then you were standing. 

And you felt a little more like yourself.

 In the small town you resided in, there was only one local grocery store, surrounded by a few patron booths. 

You didn’t eat anything fancy, just simple foods you could cook up in a pan together. You had started to notice the way Bucky savored food though, and you remembered that he hadn’t had a home cooked meal in decades. 

So for this trip, you took the lead. 

Bucky followed you faithfully around the store as you picked out ingredients. You picked through different types of herbs and pastas and proteins, deciding you would make him something nice. 

He didn’t say much during the trip around the store. He would pick out things he knew he wanted- small, quick meals- and set them in the basket. Once it started to fill up, he gently pulled it off your arm and held it for you. 

You glanced up at him, a bit surprised, but he just kept walking. 

Walking with the man was new to you. There were two times you could recall standing beside Bucky. And neither of them were very clear memories.

He was taller than you realized. Bigger than you realized. His form loomed over yours, in a few ways. 

You wouldn’t say you were particularly small, but in the past months, the malnutrition had gotten to you. You felt weak. You felt like prey, in every way. It was a sickening feeling.

You couldn’t stop looking over your shoulder, as if waiting for something to happen. But every time you looked back, you found Bucky. 

He followed you like a shield, large and strong, and not exactly approachable. You realized how much safer you felt in public with him beside you. 

That didn’t take away from the breathlessness and the nerves, though. You tried not to stand too close to him. For one, you never wanted to encroach on his personal space, and you also just felt odd being in his physical shadow. 

Bucky was aware of your trepidations. He wasn’t stupid. He was aware of his size, his past, the nature in which he acted. He was aware of what you’d both been through. He was aware that you were afraid. Though what shocked him most was that your fear was never genuinely directed at him.

“Plums?” You peaked around his shoulder to see him picking through a street vendor's fruit assortments. 

He glanced back at you, lifting a brow. “Do you have an allergy?”

You shook your head. “No, no. I just haven’t had one in a long time.” You offered a soft smile as you started picking through them with him. You seemed to have a better eye for which fruits were at the right stage of ripeness. 

Bucky’s gloved hands didn’t help him much with gauging how soft each fruit was. 

After they sorted through the stands and filled their basket sufficiently, they began the short walk to the inn. It was nearing the afternoon, but the sun was still high in the sky. You smiled, tilting your head back to feel the warmth on your skin. 

“I never used to go for walks.” You said, filling the comfortable silence. “I was always cooped up at home, or in the lab- or in school. Honestly, I never went out much at all.”

Bucky made a small humming sound to acknowledge you as he continued to walk, his gaze flitting back and forth across their path. You had grown used to the way he seemed to be on constant guard.

“I used to really like going out. I should have done it more.” You grew quiet. You had gotten used to talking about your life like it ended. 

Bucky noticed, but he never commented on it. You didn’t want him to. There was nothing to say. 

You couldn’t ever go home. And there was nothing that was going to change that.

“My dad used to take me and my sister for walks every week.” You told him. “We used to live in this little house by the river, I barely remember it, I was so young. But I do remember those walks. My dad would always say it was like we were on an adventure.”

Bucky listened, stepping over cracks in the pavement. The trek back to the inn wasn’t long, but it wasn’t quick, but it felt easier having someone fill the silence. “Adventures?”

“Mhm, my dad has a big imagination.” You smiled to yourself, remembering all the grandiose stories he used to tell you growing up. “Sometimes it’s not always for the best though,” your smile dissolved, something in you growing bitter. “He’s probably thought up all the worst case scenarios of what happened to me.”

Bucky’s gaze drifted to the grass, his lip pinched between his teeth. “Do you think they’re looking for you?”

“Yeah,” you couldn’t help but think of the volunteer searches your dad and you would volunteer for when a child on your block went missing. “He’s probably got half the city lined with posters.”

“You guys were close?”

You nodded, sniffling back tears and plastering on a smile. “Oh yeah. All we have is each other.” You could imagine your dad, alone in his house, waiting by the phone. “I bet he and my sister are losing their minds.” You chuckled, dragging your shoes through the dirt. “You said you had a sister, right? What was she like?”

Bucky flinched at the mention of his family. You cringed at the sight of him withdrawing. 

“Yeah,” he muttered, continuing to scan your surroundings. “I had a sister.” He seemed stiff, like recalling his past was physically straining him. “She was… She was kind.” 

“Yeah?” You asked, trying not to stare at his profile as they walked. 

“She was…She always scolded me for dragging Steve around. She said it was dangerous, because he could get sick.” He muttered, the corner of his lips quirked up. 

“But you did it anyway, didn't you?” You smiled.

He nodded. “Always.”

“Was she older than you?”

“Two years younger,” he muttered. “But she liked to act like my mom.” You listened to him, waiting patiently between his long, thoughtful pauses. “She’s- she was a nurse.”

“Oh yeah? Did she work in a hospital or in the army?”

“Hospital, she didn’t want to see the fighting. She didn’t want me to join, actually.” 

“Really? I can see that. What did she think of Steve?” You didn’t want to pry. But something you learned about grief a long time ago, was that talking about it like normal made things feel a little less heavy. Less like the tragedy that loss really was.

“She-” He smiled to himself. “She loved him, but she thought he was an idiot. She tried to convince him to go into medicine, find another way to help the troops.”

Bucky was different when he reminisced about the past, about Steve. He seemed softer. He seemed vulnerable, though he was good at making it look like he wasn’t.

“Yeah, we saw how that ended up,” you chuckled. “What was her name? Your sister.”

“Rebecca.” He told you. “Her name was Rebecca.”

The kitchen in their small room wasn’t anything special. It was a sink, a small bit of counter space, and a little burner. There was a complimentary pan and a few utensils. 

You did what you could to make it work. 

Bucky sat on the small bed, scribbling in his journal in silence as you worked. He’d glance up at you every now and then, watching the way you swayed on your feet. Every once in a while you would mutter to yourself, even humming at one point. 

He had noticed that you tended to fall into your own little world whenever you focused on something. 

You stirred in the small pan with a rhythm, shifting between your feet. Bucky couldn’t tell if it was because your scabs hurt, or because you couldn’t stand in one place for very long. 

The smells started to fill the cramped space. Garlic and herbs, basil and something else. When you were finally done, you set the hot pan on a rag in the center of their shabby table. Bucky joined you when you sat down. 

You watched him eagerly, awaiting his reaction. 

The dish you had made was a warm fusilli pasta with tomato sauce, mixed with garlic, basil, and some other herbs. He glanced up at you. You were hiding your smile behind your knuckles, nodding your head at the pan, as if telling him to eat. 

“Try it,” you told him.

He used his fork to pick up a few pieces of fusilli. When he finally took a bite, his stomach rumbled. His mouth watered lightly as the flavors spread over his tongue.

His reaction was delayed, and at most only a widening of the eyes; but it was there. 

He hadn’t had an actual meal in decades. He hadn’t had something made specifically for him to enjoy in even longer.

 He swallowed, looking up at you. “It’s good,” he muttered, taking another bite. 

Sentimental gratitude wasn’t his strong suit. You knew that. This was enough. “Really?”

He nodded. “Do you like to cook?”

You nodded, grinning softly as you watched him eat. “I do- sometimes. It was hard because my schedule used to be so packed, but I do really enjoy it. Pasta, italian food, it’s my favorite to make. I think it’s because it's so simple, but always so delicious.” You nodded, dropping your chin onto your palm.

You realized Bucky was staring at you after a moment of talking, then paused. “What?”

“Are you…” he tilted his head. “Are you going to eat?”

You choked on a surprised laugh and snagged your fork from the table. “Right-” you chuckled, picking up a few noodles and a chunk of garlic. You shoveled the bites into your mouth, revelling in the domestic moment. 

They ate quietly, soaking in the intimate normalcy they had built. you didn’t know how long it would last, but you were coming to enjoy these small moments with Bucky.

A/N: No one got tortured this time! Yay!!!

@rafesgurl @pleasecallmeunhinged @jason-todd-fangirl-14 @frog-fans-unite @lonelyghosts-stuff @cherryandsugar @a-world-with-pure-imagination @unicornqueen05 @cupids-mf-arrow @sharkylalala @littlesuniee @meineguete @hawkinsavclub1983

[halfadiamond]

Retired John Price with a Younger Wife 4

CW: MDNI, sex occurs

John Price x Reader x Rest of TF141

I couldn’t for the life of me find a way to write in the smut for Gaz and Ghost so I’m trying to make it up here with little snippets! But I think I have an idea of how I want it to go, but I just need to work on writing it out

Part One Part Two Part Three

Stray dogs always come back running once they catch the scent of something they want

Soap always answers the call for when his services are needed. All Price has to do is send him a time and a date and he’ll always receive a thumbs up in response. It’s almost comical how after every hookup, Soap is eagerly looking at the calendar to see the next available date he can come.

You love him because of his mouth. The way he eagerly eats you out as if it’s his last meal, and not to mention that he always wants to make sure he’s gotten a taste of your sweet cunt somewhere during your time together. The way he calls you “Bonnie,” every time you do something he likes (which is practically everything). How he always makes you laugh with his sense of humor as he talks about anything and everything. There’s been nights where you two have been talking about your lives and when you look at the clock you realize that it’s almost 5 a.m. With him, laughter never ends.

Stray dogs always return back to the hand that feeds them

Gaz always finds a reason to end up at your house. From wanting to watch the game with John to wanting to check in on you, and somehow that always ends up with you two in you and John’s bedroom (could you even call it that anymore?) going at it like rabbits in heat.

You love him because of his gentleness. How he always checks in on you before he moves, and how he praises you for being “his pretty girl”. How he always offers to finish you off with his mouth or hands if he felt that you didn’t receive the satisfaction that he felt that you deserved. And when you guys are done, he’s always quick to fetch you some water and usher you to the bathroom. There’s been nights where John heads to bed early, and you and Gaz are telling each other about your deepest secrets and wishes. You can’t even help it, with the way he’s offers you comfort and never judges. With him, you feel like you’ll never have to hide behind a mask.

Now that he’s gotten a taste of her, he’s starting to make their home his.

While Soap and Gaz always returned to their own homes with their tails tucked in between their legs, Ghost always found a way to stay the night. From wanting to give you a massage, a bath, and order some takeout Ghost managed to make the guest bedroom his own. It becomes the norm for you and Price, where you two always set aside a plate for him and you start buying more than you normally do to supplement the extra body. You’re not sure if it’s the food you buy that makes him the animal he is in bed. Where he has you put into a mating press and loves telling you about how tight your cunt is. Where he always seems to want to have you crying from overstimulation before he finally calls it a night.

But you love him because he’s always there, like a shadow. He’ll always accompany you everywhere you go, no matter how boring it may be. Even if you’re not in a mood to be talkative, Ghost doesn’t mind, he’ll smell the roses with you and admire how simple life is when he’s not out there in the battlefield. You don’t need to worry about anything because you know that he’ll always take care of it. With him, you know that he’ll always be there for you even in silence.

But you would always choose your husband first. John is the man you swore to spend the rest of your life with. And he was the best of all three worlds. John could make you laugh till you turned red with his jokes. Those secrets you told Gaz? John knew them by your sixth month anniversary and was always already to just listen to whatever you needed to say. And your shadow? John had that job first, he was always one step behind you ready to assist when needed. All he needed to do was just look at your eyes and he knew when you needed him.

On the special occasions where he bought viagra, he always made you were feeling good. He would move softly in you, cherishing the sounds of your moans as you clutched onto the pillows. Price would always give your cunt some love with his mouth or fingers. He always made sure to praise you after every orgasm. He would be rough when he could tell all you wanted was just to be fucked stupid. But even you guys knew that these three men were worth adding to your life.

So on the 5th month anniversary since starting this new hookup sessions, John invites the men back to his house on the premise of a barbecue. It is near the end, where John finally tells the men that you and him are thinking of selling the small dainty house. Before they can say anything, you give them a smile, the same smile that all of those men fell in love with, and speak.

“This house would be quite cramped for all five of us, don’t you guys think?”

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #56 - Sims 4]

"When you catch Jungkook playing Sims 4."

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Kook being the cutest ever <3, Bam obviously being the cutest dog ever, ah yeah mention of WhickedWhims iykyk & because of that suggestive themes

Wordcount: 1.6k

a/n: i just needed to write this fjsdafj like i have no proper notes cause i just felt like writing this and that's it fadffj have fun besties 🧡

“Honey, I’m home!” you call out, but the only one welcoming you by the door is your dog Bam. Weird. Jungkook should be home too. Today is his free day.

You greet Bam, cooing and wooing at him because he is just the cutest dog ever. He even gets a little kiss on the snout.

“I missed you too, baby. Did daddy feed you already?”

Bam barks softly, wiggling his entire butt as he wags his tail. He carries a purple dinosaur plushie in his mouth. It’s his current favourite toy and he carries it everywhere. It’s very cute that he does.

“Let’s check if he fed you, yeah? Come on.”

He follows you to the kitchen, looking at you the entire time, whilst wagging his tail.

“Where’s daddy anyway? Do you know, Bamie?”

The Doberman whines as his way of talking to you. Bam is a very vocal dog, who loves to whine. Not because he is in pain or distress, but simply as his way of communicating. You and Jungkook lovingly started calling him your little cry baby because of it and it’s the cutest thing ever. Especially when he whines for pets or for one of you the play with him. The most heartbreaking whines you will get if he accidentally drops one of his toys into a spot where he can’t reach it. Oh, if this happens, your poor suffering baby will let you know how awful life is (until one of you retrieves his lost toy and all is well again).

This evening, he lets you know that Jungkook didn’t feed him yet. Which you also see because “feed Bam” is still on Jungkook’s chore list. As a matter of fact, all of his tasks are still on his list.

“That’s weird. Did something happen?” You pet Bam’s head. “Stay here, I’ll check on him.”

You quickly wash your hands and leave the kitchen. Bam obviously follows you as you make your way to Jungkook’s room. The door is closed, but the slit at the floor lets out the shine of his LEDs. You knock and enter when you get no answer.

“Hey, daddy.”

Jungkook’s head shoots up and whips around.

“Huh!? Sorry?” He takes off his headphones, gawking at you over the brim of his glasses. “What did you just call me?”

“You didn’t feed Bam, did you?”

“Oh fuck. Wait. You’re home! Bam! Oh my god, Bam I’m so sorry. I’m the worst dad ever”, he exclaims, stumbling to his feet to run out of the room.

He pecks your cheek on his way out and slaps your butt.

“Missed you, love you, you are beautiful”, he says and disappears.

You chuckle and make your way to the kitchen.

Jungkook is busy apologising to Bam and getting his dinner ready. He is vividly talking to him while Bam wags his tail.

“I’m so sorry. What’s wrong with me? I was supposed to make dinner for mommy too. I’m the worst husband ever. This family is fucked because of me.”

“Yes, how could you? You ruined this family”, you tease.

“___! Oh! You heard that?”

“Everything. Loud and clear.” You chuckle. “What’s wrong today? Had a hyperfocus day?”

“Yeah I did. I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t want to.”

“It’s alright. It can happen.”

Jungkook places Bam’s feeding mat down.

“Wait. Wait. Wait… Release.”

The Doberman begins eating happily, wagging his tail.

“There you go, my baby. Daddy’s so sorry for forgetting dinner.” He says and looks at you. “Daddy’s also sorry for forgetting mommy’s dinner.”

You snort at his hilarious choice of words.

 “It’s alright. I already ate because Jimin came to the restaurant. Almost as if the universe was trying to tell me something.”

You close the distance. Jungkook whimpers in defeat and drops his head on your shoulder, hugging your waist.

“I’m sorry. I hate when my brain does this.”

“Stop apologising. You’re loved.”

“I love you too”, he whispers and kisses your neck. Softly. He snuggles into it afterwards, inhaling deeply.

He hums and exhales.

“Tickles”, you snicker, fleeing him with minimal effort.

“You smell so good. It’s like my brain finally clears up again because I’m with you.”

“You’re the cutest.” You ruffle his hair. “What were you working on that made you go hyperfocus mode?”

“Imma tell you, but you have to promise me not to laugh.”

“I won’t laugh.”

“Okay so…actually, it’s easier if I just showed you. Come with me.”

“Alright”, you follow him, holding hands.

Your journey ends in his hobby room. His computer is turned on.

“Is this Sims?”

“Yes. I downloaded every pack and so many mods. Get a chair, I’ll show you.”

“Okay, no wonder you had no sense of time. Sims is addicting. What is your storyline?” you ask him as you get his art table stool. You place it next to his gaming chair and sit down.

“Okay look. This is the house. I spent so many hours on it. It’s still not completely finished, but we’re getting there.”

He starts explaining as he gives you a tour of the virtual house. He explains every room, his thought process behind it and shows you every single detail and angle. It takes you two rooms to finally figure it out.

“Wait. Pause.”

“Yeah?” He looks at you with big eyes.

“Is this our house?”

“Yeah. Look. I tried to get every detail right. The kitchen and the living room. And there’s my room and your room. And the bedroom.” He clicks through each rooms quickly, “the furniture is not completely accurate but I tried.”

“You did an amazing job. This looks like our home.”

“Yeah, I tried. I think I could do better.”

“Because you’re a perfectionist with unreachable expectations. It’s genuinely amazing.”

“Thanks. Do you wanna see more?”

“Of course. Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt the tour. Show me everything.”

And so Jungkook continues his detailed explanation of each room, while you listen and fall in love with him even more. He looks at you expectantly once the tour is complete.

“And what do you think?”

“It’s seriously so accurate. This must have taken so long”, you praise, running your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. He likes it when you do, leaning into the touch.

“Thanks. Yeah it took pretty long.”

“I can imagine.” You kiss his upper arm. “And who are you going to play as?”

“Okay check this out. I’m already done with the characters”, he says and opens the character creation tab. “It takes some time to load. I downloaded so much CC.”

You chuckle, “obviously.”

“Mhm.”

The tab finally opens.

“Is this you and Bam?” you gasp, gawking at the male sim and the Doberman by his side.

“Yes, it’s us and I made you too. Wait, switch families.”

The screen loads again, Jungkook uses the time to steal a gentle cheek kiss. The tab finally opens at the new family which consists only of one female sim which looks scarily like you.

“Woah, she looks like me.”

“Doesn’t she? I spent so much time making her right so she looks like you. I gave her outfits you would wear. Look, I even made more than one outfit per event so you're always super stylish”, he says, clicking through the different outfits and styles he made for your sim.

“You made me?”

He nods his head, “of course.”

“How?”

“I just looked at pictures of you and I know your style.”

“Koo, oh my god”, you hug his arm, “this is actually so sweet. I don’t know what to say. What are you gonna do with our sims?”

“I’m gonna make us meet and then fall in love of course. I then I wanna ask you to marry me and yeah, we move in together. I even downloaded WhickedWhims so we can make love.”

He glances at you, meeting your baffled features.

“Why are you looking at me as if I’m crazy?” he asks, totally pouting.

“You’re not”, you assure him, running your hand through his fluffy hair, “just realised that you’re seriously never gonna cheat on me.”

He pouts harder, “course I’m not gonna cheat on you. I love you”, he mumbles and turns away, returning to his virtual reality with giddy kicks of his feet. “I can’t wait to play. I wanna go on romantic dates with you.”

“Gosh Koo, you’re so cute”, you say and climb his lap.

Jungkook lets you, gazing up at you with his arms around your waist. He giggles when you squish his cheeks and pull him into a kiss.

“I love you”, you say.

“I love you too”, he answers you, eyes sparkly.

You pet his cheeks then look over your shoulder at the screen.

“What the fuck’s WhickedWhims though?”

“You don’t know? Ohohoh you are in for a ride. Look baby, it’s a mod where you can be sexy with your characters. Check this out, when I remove your dress, you-“

“Yah! Those are my tiddies and my cooch! I’m naked!” You turn to nudge his chest softly. “You horndog even made me naked?”

He snickers, “obviously. I’m naked too and then when we are dating, we can fuck.”

“And you get to see it?”

“Yeah, you can even have different animations.”

“Okay, lowkey I wanna see now.”

“Not yet, we need to meet first.”

“Uff fine, but tell me when we fuck. I’m so curious.”

“You’re such a pervert.”

“Says the one who downloaded a mod so he can make our virtual selves fuck!” you complain, hitting his arm gently.

Jungkook snickers, giving you his best “I’m being a little shit” look, which obviously earns him a smooch and ruffle of his hair.

[taegularities]

regarding: colour me in — cmi14 happening after literal moooonths and months of silenceeeee 🎨🤍

dropping this Friday, May 30th, 8pm EST. could definitely shift to Saturday in case i need more time to write/edit.

the chapter's name is cmi: photograph <3

it's going to be around 20k long. so much shorter than the last huge part, but i think there's still quite a bit to take in. i just want to enjoy all that's still left and i hope you do, too, no matter how short or long hehe

also, update update, but i think cmi will end up being around 20 chapters long in total! so we're almost around 70% through.

more angst! i'm very worried about the chapter dropping since it's been a while since cmi was posted and a lot of ppl disappeared, but i really hope y'all love it and that you come through… any kind of hype is appreciated, especially before the chapter is posted. boosts motivation 🥺 so pls do talk to me, otherwise i won't know what you think 💕

so, see you soon 🤍

tiny snippet under the cut! 🌺

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Minutes pass and his eyes shut again, but you know he’s awake. More so when he sniffles; doesn’t cry, but still strays a bit from his peace.

You’re groggy when you open your eyes, too, whispering a, “Jungkook…” as you take in his half asleep, half awake state. He’s aware that you’re here, knows where he is, but his brain is foggy, too.

His words, despite all, however, are still clear as day when he reluctantly, quietly says, “This sucks.”

“I know…”

Another break, another sniffle. Then, “I love you.”

And that’s it.

You answer, but it drowns in his repeated sniffles, eyes and cheek dry when soon against your scalp. But the actual torment under his chest is more than evident in how he holds you.

You can’t help but revert to more promises, no matter how unoriginal they might be. Does it matter as long as you mean them, anyway?

So you mutter, “I will always come home to you.”

[leejenowrld]

ooohh what kinda videos does jeno send of himself to you? ;)

i know you didn’t specify if you’re talking about any fic jeno or jeno in general but i’m gonna write this as in your eyes jeno, just makes me visualise it better

jeno loves sending you cock videos. like he’s obsessed and so are you.

jeno’s the type to send you those videos at any given moment—completely unapologetic and shameless about it. whether you’re both away from each other and he’s sending nudes to set the mood for some late-night phone sex, or you’re out with friends or family, and he wants you home because he can’t stop thinking about fucking you, he doesn’t care. he’ll send it whenever he feels like it, no matter where you are. sometimes it’s just because he misses you, wanting you to see exactly how much he’s craving you. with jeno, there’s no holding back—if he wants you, you’re going to know about it.

jeno is the type to send videos that are carefully crafted to drive you wild. they’re not rushed or sloppy—he knows exactly how to make it just the right amount of teasing and explicit. the lighting is always just low enough to create shadows, accentuating the lines of his body, but clear enough so you can see everything he’s doing. he’s deliberate, knowing the angles that’ll make you squirm on the other end.

he’ll send you videos of him stroking himself slowly, deliberately, giving you just enough to make you crave more but never too much all at once. sometimes, he’ll focus the camera just on his member, hard and thick in his hand, his grip tight as he strokes up and down. other times, he’ll include his face, locking eyes with the camera, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches your reaction through the screen. he’ll groan quietly, his voice low, letting you hear how much you affect him. and sometimes, he’ll keep it short—just a quick clip of him finishing, the camera focused on the way he pulses in his hand, his breath ragged as he comes, knowing it’ll leave you desperate for more.

as for his member, jeno’s well-endowed. thick, with a good length that’s enough to make you gasp every time. he’s proud of it, and he knows how to use it—confident but never boastful. there’s a slight curve to it, just enough to hit all the right spots when he’s inside you, and it’s always rock hard when he’s thinking about you, veins prominent as he grips himself, the tip flushed and slick with precum in the videos he sends. it’s a visual that you can’t get out of your head—every time you watch him, you’re reminded of just how good he feels inside you, and no matter what toy you use, it’s never enough to compare.

when it comes to his body, he knows what you love and plays into it perfectly. he’ll send you clips of his abs, glistening with sweat, his hand brushing over his skin, the camera catching just enough of his chest to tease you, knowing it drives you crazy. he’ll pull his shirt up slowly, giving you a good view of his defined muscles, flexing a little just because he knows it’ll get you biting your lip, already thinking about what’s underneath. he’s confident and cocky, knowing exactly the reaction he’s getting from you.

but then there are the videos he’s taken of you—those intimate moments where he captured every inch of you for himself. sometimes it’s just clips of you laid out on the bed, looking up at him with that lustful gaze, or short snippets of you touching yourself, your moans filling the room. and then there are the more explicit ones, the ones where he has the perfect view of your body moving for him, like the way your ass bounces as you ride him, his cock buried deep inside you. he loves sending those back to you, especially when he’s missing you, reminding you of just how perfect you are together, of how much he needs you even when he’s not there. seeing those videos of you two together, the sight of your pussy taking him over and over, it’s his way of showing you that he’s not just thinking about you—he’s aching for you.

[ervotica]

hi lovely i have a little writing idea for you; reader is rushed to muggle hospital with appendicitis, fred is told and he apparates to be by her side, he panics when he sees she's unconscious and crys to mrs weasley about how he can't lose her (reader and fred can either be together or not)

the bestfriendverse; the one with the muggle hospital. you have your appendix removed. fred frets, and you drop some truth bombs.

warnings; fem!reader, hospital talk, pining, yearning (bring back yearning men!!!), no established relationship, idiots in love <3

Your mother has stepped out of the room in voyage of a cup of tea when Fred apparates in. You’re dozing, halfway between sleep and consciousness, lulled further into the pillows by Molly’s thumb stroking circles into the back of your hand.

The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor does little to soothe the frantic redhead, and his warbling voice has your heart ticking up, head tilting towards the sound. Molly’s free hand moves up to your jaw, pinching the skin affectionately as you grumble and stretch.

You catch snippets of the conversation, half-sentences that mash and jumble together in your sleep addled mind; the only thing that rouses you is the utter panic in Fred’s voice.

“I can’t- I can’t lose her, mum. She can’t leave me.”

“She’s not going anywhere, darling. She’ll be okay.”

Peeling your eyes open takes more effort than you’d care to admit. Your brain is all fogged up like a car windshield on an icy morning, but you instinctually reach for Fred anyway.

“Why would I be leaving you?” you murmur, brow pinching.

He takes your hand eagerly when you offer it, dropping into a crouch by your side. You stroke his cheek; if he’s surprised, he hides it very well. You’ve never been so outright with your affections.

“You’re not, angel,” he coos his agreement. You seem pleased even when your stomach throbs and you turn onto your back in an effort to evade the sting.

You frown and cock your head, eyes soft. “Would you like to know a secret?”

Fred snorts. Pain medicine makes you very polite. “Of course I would.”

“I love you very, very much, Freddie,” you whisper, curling closer to him. “And I don’t want to leave you.”

“I love you very, very much too, lovely girl,” he says. Your eyes clear, baring something raw and all too real beneath your glassy expression. Fred blinks and it’s gone, replaced by the same vacancy you’ve had since you’ve woken up. You dissolve into giggles.

“I’m appendix-less, Freddie.”

The joke is so silly Fred can’t help but tuck you up small underneath him for a squeezing cuddle. His arms ebb and drag over your arms, chest rumbling lowly against your smushed cheek.

“You are indeed, angel.”

“Do you think I can come home soon?” you sigh, squeezing at his ribs until he bends lower, covering more of your body with his own. “I don’t really like it here. And I miss you and Georgie. And I miss your mum.”

“I’m right here, dearie,” Molly chuckles. Your eyes bulge comically and you squeal, excited all over again.

“Thank Godric! I was going to come looking for you, otherwise, Mrs Weasley.”

You haven’t called her that in years. Fred kisses the top of your head. Just as he thought, you’re extra polite today.

“Georgie’s outside if you’d like to talk to him,” Fred says. “I just wanted you to myself first.”

You snort, smacking a wet kiss to his jaw. “You can have me to yourself whenever you want. Just ‘cos I love you.”

Fred feels his mother’s eyes pointedly burning a hole through his skull. Yeah, he thinks, I bloody know.

He needs to make a move, he knows that. It’s just so hard when you’re gazing up at him, all soft and sweet like he’s the only person in the whole world. Loving you is easy. It’s the threat of losing you that threatens to tilt his entire world on its axis.

“George’s here?” you mumble, eyes heavy. You’re fading, though still chipper as ever asking after your second bestest friend.

“Yeah, he is, angel,” Fred coos. “Why don’t you lay down and I’ll go and get him, yeah?”

You whine. “Don’t go far please.”

“I won’t, lovie.”

George tumbles to your side, eyes wrinkled with a grin as you yawn and open your arms for a cwtch.

“Hello, Georgie!”

“Hey, sunshine.” He mirrors your enthusiasm beat for beat. “How are you feeling?”

Your breath stutters in a funny sort of way before you sink into the pillows with a huff. Your eyes droop.

“I’d like to go home now, Georgie. Will you help me escape?”

“How could I say no to that?”

Fred clicks his tongue, faux seriousness clinging to every word. “Now, now. You need to stay a bit longer. They’ll discharge you at the end of the day.”

“Fred!” you and George groan synonymously.

He only rolls his eyes, sandwiching you snugly between the pair of lanky boys. “You love me, remember?”

“Very, very much, yes.”

[writtenbyan-aries]

Credit to the edit creator on TikTok for the Johnnie pictures!

This one shot is going to have reader being choked with a chain necklace, PLEASE DONT READ IF YOURE UNCOMFORTABLE!

Summary: anon request - "begging anyone that will listen to make sumthing based off this necklace bc the way he pulled it is rlly doing something to me"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, choking will be a big part of this, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, filth

I'm also going to be writing this my own way, so if you've seen the actual video it isn't going to be accurate.

Word count: 2.5k | not edited

TikTok I'm writing for specifically

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You walk up to the front door of the house, giggling drunkly to yourself as you fish for your keys inside your purse.

You're just getting home from your night out with Tara, so Johnnie expect you to come home at least, somewhat drunk.

You push the door open, seeing the empty scene as you think, he must be streaming.

He was. As you walked back the hall, you heard the faint sound of him strumming his guitar from behind the door.

The closer you get, you can hear him faintly singing. You smile as you rest your head on the door, waiting for him to finish before you gently knock and open the door.

"Uh oh. Look who it is!" He smiles at you and leans his guitar against the desk, "Guy, y/n just got home from being with Tara. Should she come say hi?"

You roll your eyes, giggling as you shake your head. He holds his hand out, "Come hither. They want to say hi."

You sigh, pushing your body off the door frame as you walk over. You lean down, waving into the camera, "Hi guys!"

"Yeah, her outfit does look phenomenal tonight." Johnnie leans back, "She always looks good, to me anyway."

You look at him and stand up, "Thank you." He lays his hands on your hips, pulling you onto his lap, "You're going to finish this stream with me."

"No." You whine lightly with a laugh, "I need a shower."

"You can get one after. Guys. I've been teaching her how to play the guitar." Johnnie smiles and you look at the screen, "No. I'm not going to embarrass myself like that." You laugh, "No way!"

Johnnie lays his hand on your leg, weaving his fingers through the openings in your fishnet stockings, "Don't worry. I'll get her to open up and play for you."

You roll your eyes, moving to snake your arm around his neck, "Maybe." You smile down at him, "I'm going to get a water, do you want anything?"

He shakes his head, letting you stand up before he places his guitar back onto his lap. You leave, quickly making your way back after going to the fridge.

You slip in, sitting on the chair off to the side and in your still, slightly drunk state, Johnnie tugging on the metal chain around his neck starts to get your mind racing with such dirty thoughts.

You bite down on the inside of your lip, adjusting how you're sitting. Johnnie glances over at you, pulling the chain to adjust it and your eyes stay fixated on it.

He smirks slightly, looking back to the screen as he leans back, sliding his hand up his arm to push his sleeve up.

He looks so good tonight.

The combination of his hair, makeup, and outfit were all the absolute perfect combination.

You were secretly hoping his stream would be done soon, you didn't know how much longer you could take without his hands on your body.

"I'll play a snippet from my new song then I think I'm going to get off for tonight."

His words caused your excitement to grow.

You couldn't wait much longer for him to finally fulfill those words.

You sat there, elbow digging into the spot above your knee as your hand rests under your chin. Your eyes stay fixated on him and he knows you're watching.

He smirks at you, pushing up his sleeves as his guitar rests in his lap. Your lip pulls between your teeth as your head slightly tilts to the side.

You need him. Bad.

After a little bit more of listening to Johnnie sing, he finally ends the live and turns to you as he sets his guitar down.

"Get over here."

His words have you up on your feet with in a second after rolling off of his tongue. You walk over, straddling his lap and running your hands over the sides of his neck.

His hands slide over your hips and you whimper out a quiet, "Need you."

"I know." He smirks, "I could tell since you came home." He bites down on his lip ring and nods towards the door, "Come on."

You get up, taking his hand as he leads you to his room. He pulls you in front of him, hands on your waist as he guides you backwards into the room.

He reaches back, pushing the door shut before laying his hand on your neck, "You look so good." He leans in, connecting his lips to yours.

"I can say the same about you." You gently bite his lip, pulling it as you tilt your head back. A quiet gasp leaves his throat and his hand squeezes your hip, "Get these clothes off. Now."

You step back, turning to face him as he walks over to the bed. You bend down, unzipping your black boots so you can stand up and kick them off.

Your hands move to your belt, undoing it as your eyes fixate on the metal change wrapped around Johnnie's thumb, "That outfit is crazy hot."

You smile at his words, "I figured you'd like it." You throw your belt on the floor and slip your fingers into the hem of your red, lace crop bralette top.

Johnnie watches as you lift it up over your head, shaking your hair slightly as you toss it to the ground with your boots.

You lock eyes with Johnnie as you push your skirt down, leaving you in nothing but your black lace panties.

He holds his hands out, indicating he wants you to come to him, and you comply. You walk over to him, straddling his lap again. His hand slips down between your thighs and he smirks, "What's got you this turned on, sweetheart?"

"You want me to be honest?" You smirk slightly as Johnnie nods, "Always, baby."

Your hand drags up his chest, tangling the metal chain around your finger, "This. How fucking hot you looked while playing with it."

He licks his lips, "What do you want me to do with it?" He tilts his head, "Actually. Don't tell me, I'll just.." he trails off, lifting it up over his head and placing it around your neck.

His eyes scan over the chain hanging down between your boobs, "mm. I see what you mean." He smirks and grabs the chain, pulling you in to kiss him.

The kiss quickly turns heated, grinding down on him, moaning out as he bites down on your lip.

"P-please." You whimper out, desperate for his cock at this point, "Johnnie.”

He leans back, brushing hair from your face, "Hands and knees baby." You move off of him, crawling up the bed to hold your weight up with your hands pressed firmly into the bed.

You can hear Johnnie get undressed, but your mind is racing about one thing.

That chain tightening around your neck.

The bed dips down behind you and Johnnie slides your panties down, letting them drop to your knees, causing your heart rate to pick up.

It picks up drastically, when he slides a hand up your back and moves it under your hair to grab the chain.

He slowly and teasingly pulls it back, dragging it over your shoulders until it's pulled tight against your neck.

You gulp with excitement, knowing why Johnnie’s necklace was around your neck was exhilarating.

There’s just enough pressure, you can still breathe normal, but you can tell with one yank, your air supply will be cut well in half.

“Bring your ass up, baby.” Johnnie lays a hand on your hip and you drop your shoulders to the bed, the chain pulling tighter the further you move down towards the bed.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Johnnie says lowly as he admires the position you’re in. He grabs his cock, stroking it a few times before tapping the head of it against your wet slit.

You bite your lip, gripping the blanket below you as you feel him slowly push his cock into you.

You let out a moan, pushing your hips back to gain more of him.

He pulls the chain, causing it to grow tighter.

“Fuuuck.” He breathes out, fingers digging into your skin harder as he slides in more, “Shit.” You whimper at both the feeling of his cock and the chain tightening around your neck.

He wraps the chain around his hand, “Sit up a little for me.”

You rise up, holding your self up with your forearms on the bed. You tilt your head back and Johnnie leans forward to look down at you.

Your eyes lock with his, a strangled moan leaving your lips as he slowly pulls his cock out and slowly slides back in.

He bites his lip, watching your face twist with pleasure, “Does that feel good?”

You nod as best as you can, “Mm.”

“Is this what you wanted?” He asks and you open your eyes, whimpering out a small, “Y-yes.”

He smirks, leaning back, chain still wrapped around his hand, “I wanted to do this before you left, that little outfit you had on, fuck. It was so fucking sexy.”

He keeps the chain tight against your neck as he picks up his thrusts. It’s soon a punishing pace, the chain tightening more and more with each time his body connects with yours.

You try to moan, but you can’t.

Strangled noises leave your lips at random times.

Between the chain and Johnnie’s thrusts bringing you closer and closer to orgasm, your vision starts to go spotty.

You reach up, scratching at the chain and Jonnie loosens it. You take a deep breath as he leans forward, “You good?”

You nod, looking up at him weakly with a smile, “Uh huh. Keep going.”

He smirks, leaning back to resume his thrusts. He waits to tighten the chain, “I wanna hear ya.”

You let out a loud moan, pushing your hips back to meet his, “F-fuck.” You whine, “S-so close.” He lets go of the chain, gripping your hips to pull you back to him, slamming your body into his, “Shit.”

You drop your head down, moaning loudly as you clench around his cock, pulling the blankets as you finally hit that point.

“that’s it, baby.” Johnnie groans, “feels so good.”

Johnnie continues to fuck you, guiding you through your high before pulling out and rolling you over. Your eyes meet his as he leans down, grabbing the chain and wrapping it around his hand.

He pins it down beside your head, it tight against your neck.

He groans as he slips back into you, bringing your one leg up. His fingers dig into the outside of your thigh.

You whimper, eyes rolling back as his thrusts resume to being punishing. He leans down, crashing his lips onto yours.

You reach up, tangling your fingers into his hair, pulling, which earns a groan from him.

You loved hearing him, too.

“You’re so fucking good to me.” He whispers against your lips, “So fucking good.”

Your lips part as you watch him lean back, the chain loosening just enough for your moans to come out full volume.

He smirks, biting onto his lip as he closes his eyes. He tilts his head back, thrusts growing sloppy, “Fuck. Fuck.” He leans back down, tightening the chain once again as he rails into you.

The chain dulls your screamed moans as you drag your nails down his back. He groans loudly, “Fuckin hell.”

He dips his head down, lips attaching to yours as he pushes in, his cock twitching to coat your walls white.

He keeps his lips on yours, moving them in a slow rhythm with yours as he lets go of the chain. You take a deep breath as he moves to plant kisses on your cheek.

“You sure you’re okay?” He whispers as he brushes his finger over your neck. You turn your head to face him, “I’m good, baby.”

He picks your lips, sitting up to pull out and stand up.

He grabs his shirt and wipes off your thighs, “I really hope that wasn’t too hard.” He glances up at you as you sit up and you shrug, “Aw well.”

You laugh slightly which causes him to laugh, “I can’t believe you talked me into that.”

“I didn’t talk you into anything.” You stand up, “But I will talk you into going for a shower with me.”

“If I ever say no to that, use that chain and choke me out until I’m dead.” He walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he leads you to the bathroom.

The next morning, you wake up, sitting up to stretch as you look over at Johnnie, who’s still sleeping.

He was up late last night editing a video, so you decided to let him sleep in. You go out and start to make some breakfast before the curiosity of whether or not the chain left a mark gets the best of you.

You set down your mug and make your way to the bathroom. You flick on the light and as soon as your eyes meet your neck in the mirror, they grow wide and your mouth drops open.

“Oh fuck.” You cover your mouth, leaning in to drag your fingers down over the chain like bruise that circles around your neck, “Fuck.”

You laugh slightly, shaking your head. You look towards the open doorway as you hear Johnnie’s door open, “y/n.”

“Bathroom, babe.” You call out, leaning against the counter to wait for him. He walks around the corner, hand ruffling his hair, “What are ya doing?”

You bite your lip, “Um. I was just-“

“Holy fuck!” Johnnie drops his hands and move towards you, placing them on the sides of your neck.

His thumbs trace over the mark, “What the fuck.” He looks up at you and you can’t help but laugh, “I know. That’s why I came in here.”

Johnnie laughs in shock, “Jesus Christ.”

“It could be worse.” You shrug and Johnnie looks at you. You lean in, “I liked it. I promise. I’ll just cover it up with necklaces and stuff. No worries.”

“You are one freaky slut, you know that?” Johnnie slides his hands down to your hips and you pull him closer to you, “Those sound like fighting words.”

“Maybe they are.” He raises his brows and tilts his head, “what do ya say? Hmm. Wanna go a few rounds?”

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