#ff/f tickling

[joelscurls]

best kept secret

pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

words: 6.7k

summary: In an attempt to keep your relationship secret, Joel agrees to a blind date set up by his best friend / your father. You don't take it well.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, pre-outbreak, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Joel is 36), secret relationship, angst, explicit smut, oral (f!receiving), unprotected piv, semi-public sex, car sex, creampie, some fluff; lmk if I missed anything!

a/n: so sorry it took me almost a month to post something new ffs - life got busy and my inspiration simultaneously disappeared. but we're back, baby! anyway, dbf!joel owns my ass, so here's my rendition of him. as always, ty to my baby @javisashtray for reading this over for me and helping me through the creative process <3

Joel’s bedroom window offers a perfect view of the sunrise; of shy, pink light creeping over treetops and the roof of your dad’s house across the street.

It’s gorgeous — breathtaking, even — maybe because you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve actually seen the crest of morning. You’re far more privy to late nights and sleeping in as long as you can push it,  never been one to be up with the lark, so to speak.

You don’t mind the early wakeup call, though, not when it’s this: Joel’s head tucked between your thighs, his tongue rolling lazily over your clit, your eyes still adjusting to the light as he spreads you open for him.

He’s humming against you, his coarse beard tickling soft skin, thumbs dug into muscle to hold you in place as your back bows reflexively off the mattress. He looks so sweet like this, so eager to please, staring up at you with blown pupils.

“C’mon baby,” he purrs. “Just gimme one before you go.”

They’re the first words he’s said all morning, the first thought that’s necessitated utterance. His voice is hoarse and deep and drips honey-sweet at your core. 

Even so, despite how badly you want to — because you always want Joel’s mouth on you — you’re not sure you can. 

Because you need to get home before Denise next door leaves for her early shift. Before Susan a few houses down takes her dog out for a walk.

Before the neighborhood wakes and somebody sees you leaving Joel Miller’s house. Or worse, before your dad catches you slipping into the house in yesterday’s clothes, your car in the driveway still cold.

But with another experimental flick of Joel’s tongue, you forget all that, a content little sigh slipping past your parted lips, betraying you.

Just one, you tell yourself, and then you’ll head out.

“Fuck, okay — yeah,” you breathe, twisting your fingers into the roots of his curls.

With your permission, he buries his nose in your mound. Licks at you again — with more purpose, this time. One long, drawn out lap followed by another.  

He’s so gentle with you, so careful, caressing your folds with his tongue like they’re made of paper. It’s a dizzying juxtaposition to the way he laid you down last night and fucked you, teeth scraping your neck and cock bruising your cervix.

You’re still sore, your walls tender where he stretched them, but your pussy is drooling nonetheless, surely making a mess of the bedsheets underneath you.

Because you’re insatiable when it comes to Joel. 

For the past few weeks, since the first time you’d found yourself in his bed, you’ve craved him. Regardless of how sated he’s left you each and every time, you’ve needed more. 

It’s dangerous and stupid and undeniably wrong, having a fling with your dad’s best-friend. But you’re finding it difficult to consider the morality of it all when just his tongue makes you come harder than any other man’s cock ever has. 

That tongue, now dipping into your apex, drawing more slick out of you as his thumb finds your swollen clit — It’s overwhelming how good it feels, how good he is at this.

He’s bringing you to the edge languidly, savoring the taste of you, the feel of your silky flesh. It’s like he doesn’t want this to be over, needs to stretch the moment as far as it’ll go, milk every last second before you slip from his grasp.

But it’s going to end soon; it’s inevitable with the way he’s laving your pussy, the crushed velvet of his tongue gliding through your folds so wet and warm. Your orgasm is building, and you’re powerless to stave it off any longer.

“Joel,” you warn, his name a high-pitched whine. 

“Shh, I know babygirl; it’s okay.” 

Two of his fingers hook at your entrance and push in, pacifying you as his thumb continues working your clit. “I got you. Let go for me, sweetheart.”

The soothe of his voice floods your senses like nitrous; renders your body loose and your head foggy. You come apart with a string of shattered breaths, eyes rolled back and fingers twisted into the duvet.

Joel talks you through it: that’s it, pretty girl; so good for me; always so good for me, and though he sounds so far away, his words are the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

The world comes back into view slowly. Air settles in your lungs. And you can’t help but laugh at how fucked-out you feel when you peer down at Joel, his gaze already locked on you, expectantly.

“Okay?” he asks, rubbing at your inner thigh.

“Yeah,” you exhale, corners of your lips pulling taut. “More than okay.”

He smiles back at you. Props himself up with hands planted either side of you on the mattress and hovers over your feeble form.

“Good,” he whispers, dipping his head down to kiss your forehead, your nose, your mouth. He licks into you, letting you taste yourself on him — a little sweet, a little bitter — and his lips are so soft that you nearly melt. “Did so good, angel.” 

You want nothing more than to spend all day in this bed with him. Return the favor a few times over. Learn what he looks like in the afternoon sun against the backdrop of navy blue sheets. What he tastes like after his coffee rather than before.

“I don’t want to leave,” you admit against his mouth and he frowns, taking one of your hands in his. He presses a kiss to each of your knuckles, one by one, his eyes never straying from yours.

“I don’t want you to either, darlin’. But you can come back tonight, yeah?”

Tonight. Hours away. A whole day between now and then. But it’ll have to do. 

“Tonight,” you repeat. Solidify it. 

You slink home just as the street lights dim.

The house is quiet when you enter, apart from the incessant ticking of the grandmother clock in the living room. It sets off a throbbing in your head, a dull pang right at the front of your skull that you massage with two fingers as you ascend the stairs.

You move cautiously up each step, wincing at every creak of old wood. It must take minutes to reach the second-floor landing, and then you’re tiptoeing past your father’s room, listening for signs of sleep behind the seal of his door. Sure enough, you catch it, a single, drawn-out snore, loud enough that you let your feet fall, shuffling the rest of the way to the bathroom across the hall.

You immediately crank the shower on, climbing in as soon as you see steam. Lathering your skin with citrus-scented body wash, the smell of sex washes off your body and down the drain.

The warm water soothes your sore muscles; bittersweet relief. You stand there until the stream grows icy, stepping out and toweling yourself off just as you hear the familiar blare of your dad’s alarm on the other side of the wall.

By the time you’ve dressed and made your way downstairs, he’s already in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee with his back to you. 

Sink empty, counters borderline sparkling, a coaster tucked under his warm mug — your father is a neat man. He does not take kindly to mess.

God forbid, anybody disrupt the sacred balance of his home; move something and forget to put it back, break something of his that should be kept intact.

“Hey.”

“Hey, kiddo,” he yawns. Turns to face you. “You were up early. Heard the shower going.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you lie.

“Something on your mind?”

Heat blooms across your chest and up your neck. There’s no way he knows — you’ve been far too careful. Still, you’re on edge, and the question lodges itself between your ribs uncomfortably as you frantically search for an answer.

“Uh, n-no,” you stutter. “Just work stuff, I guess.”

He seems to buy it, reaching for the percolator and re-filling his mug with a sigh, “Just gotta give it time. You only just started. Plus, it’s your first job out of school. They don’t expect you to know it all right away.”

It’s good advice, if not misguided. You nod as if you’re absorbing it, taking it straight to heart. As if your mind isn’t preoccupied.

You grab a mug from the cabinet. Fill it with coffee and creamer. Perch yourself at the breakfast table and take a slow, steadying sip.

The caffeine has just about seeped into your bloodstream when-

-there’s a knock at the door.

Your dad shoots you a puzzled look, one which you immediately return. Who could that be, so early on a Wednesday morning?

And when he pushes open the door to reveal none other than Joel, you just about fall out of your chair. Your nails absentmindedly dig into the wood of the table in an attempt to brace yourself.

“Oh, buddy — hey! Come on in,” your dad says, patting him on the back as he steps over the threshold. “Wasn’t expecting you.”

You grasp the handle of your mug like a lifeline. For a fleeting moment, you worry the ceramic will shatter in your hands.

Joel is dressed — blue cotton t-shirt covering his broad back and the deep, red scratches you left there when you dug your nails into skin, your legs hiked over his hips and your face tucked into his chest.

The pair of boxers peeking over the waistband of his jeans are different from the ones you pulled off of him last night, the ones he shimmied back into before you slept cradled in his arms.

He’s a different Joel here, now — your father’s friend, your neighbor — not the man who breaks you down with his tongue or the one who calls you his good girl while you take his entire, throbbing length. 

No, this Joel, standing in your kitchen in the presence of your father, has never betrayed him. Hasn’t tasted his friend’s daughter or felt the tight embrace of her wet, warm cunt around his cock. This Joel is reliable, honest, not one to do harm.

You do not desire this Joel, cannot. You must look at him with apathetic eyes. Must keep the boat of your longing at bay. 

Easier said than done. It’s as if your desire for him is a feral beast, fed by his touch and left starving in its wake. You feel like you’ve just run a marathon, sweat beading at your collar as you not-so-subtly follow the subconscious flex of his hands, the bunching of fabric over his biceps.

His voice bounces off the backsplash, and your fingers tighten around the handle of your mug.

“Yeah, I uh — I went to make myself coffee and realized I was out. Was hopin’ you might have some to spare?”

He can’t be serious. He came over for coffee? He couldn’t get some on the road?

“I’m afraid she took the last of it,” your dad’s eyes point to you, and you ignore the burn of Joel’s gaze when his follow.

“Ahh,” he says. “‘ts okay. I’ll grab some on my way in.” 

His fingers taptaptap on the edge of the countertop, bottom lip tucked between his teeth like there’s something else. Another reason he came here.

And then you spot it — your wallet, dark red leather, poking out the top of Joel’s back pocket. 

You must’ve left it in his room before you hurried home. Somewhere amongst the mess of trinkets and trash on his dresser. You half-remember dropping it there last night as he’d kneeled in front of you and peppered kisses up the length of your leg.

Thankfully, your dad is oblivious as ever, giving Joel the perfect opportunity to inconspicuously slip you your wallet when he turns around and crosses the kitchen, placing his empty mug in the sink. 

Joel sidesteps once, twice, extending his arm and snapping it back as soon as you have the wallet in your grasp.

Your father clears his throat. Spins to find Joel exactly where he was. “I’ve been thinking,” he starts, wrestling a slice of bread out of the bag and dropping it into the toaster, “I gotta set you up with this co-worker of mine, Deb.”

Joel freezes. You watch as the color drains from his face and his large hand anxiously cards through dark curls. You’re pretty sure you freeze too, breath caught somewhere in your throat until your dad turns to you and you remember to exhale. 

“You know Deb, right, honey?” he asks. You mentally flick through the rolodex of your dad’s coworkers. 

There’s Leanne, tall redhead, hosted a potluck a few months back at which you tasted the worst mac & cheese you’ve ever had. And Barbara from accounting, who he got into a heated argument with over who makes the best BBQ in the city. You only remember her name because he hadn’t shut up about how wrong her opinion was for a full week. 

This woman actually thinks the Smoke Shop has got better ribs than Lou’s. I said to her, Barbara, your taste buds must be absolutely torched.

But Deb? You don’t recall a Deb. Still, you’re pretty sure you hate her, just in hearing her name in this context. 

You shake your head, no. 

“Well, I guess you haven’t seen her in a while. She was there that day I brought you into the office.”

“When I was ten?” you retort. 

“Yeah, I guess it was that long ago, huh?”

You shrug. He returns his attention to Joel. “Anyway, Deb – she’s around your age, just got divorced about a year back, and she’s a real nice woman. I think you two would really hit it off.”

“Is that so?” Joel replies. You swear his voice wavers. If your dad notices, he doesn’t say anything.

“You’ll like her Joel, I promise. I mean, when’s the last time you went out with a nice lady? Not since – what was her name — Jean? And if things were going well with her, I’d hope you’d tell your old friend.” The toaster pops, and he retrieves his slice of toast. Grabs a butter knife from the utensil drawer.  

“No, I ain’t seeing Jean,” Joel sighs. Flashes you an apologetic glance as your dad slathers his toast in artificial purple jam, blissfully unaware.

“Well, you gotta get back out there!” 

Joel’s gaze rolls to the ceiling. “I don’t know – I’m just not real interested in datin’ right now.”

You exhale, then — a quiet declaration of relief that seems to go unnoticed — unperturbed even when your dad continues his pitch. 

I’ve known this woman for years Joel, I’m telling you, the two of you’d be the perfect match; she’s a looker too, real pretty.

Ew. Tuning him out, you check the clock, find that you only have a few minutes before you need to get going. You stand from the table and make your way toward the sink with your now-empty coffee mug in hand.

Would I ever lead you astray? your dad is asking just as you brush past Joel. His hand, idle by his side, catches the fabric of your blouse and you have to fight to ignore the pinprick of electricity it ignites under your skin.

“No, I know,” Joel grumbles. “I trust your judgment ‘n all, ‘ts just-”

“Will you just give her a chance?”

“Jesus; fine.”

The mug slips from your grip, falls into the sink with a clang.

Your dad glares at you, expression softening only when you gesture to the still-intact ceramic lying on its side in the basin.

He’s quickly distracted, then, jotting a series of numbers down onto a scrap of notebook paper, the blue ink pressed in so hard that it’s beginning to bleed through. 

“Atta boy,” he drawls, sliding it across the counter. Joel pinches it between two fingers, folds the paper without looking at it and stuffs it into his front pocket. 

“Promise you’ll give her a call tonight? I may or may not have already talked you up, and I need to know you’re not gonna make me look bad here.”

Joel has to see you staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He must. If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under already. But he’s refusing to meet your gaze, eyes glued to the cabinet directly in front of him as he nods. “Yeah, I’ll call her tonight,” he says, a small, unconvincing smile pulling at the corner of his lips. 

He’s actually agreeing to this?

You need to get out of here before you say something rash.

The anger bubbles in you slowly, then all at once, threatening to boil over as you slip on your shoes and sling your bag over your shoulder. 

Marching toward the door, you offer a half-hearted bye, not bothering to look back before you leave.

The office is already milling with people by the time you stroll in, ten minutes late. 

The conversation between Joel and your dad is still running laps in your head as you sneak past your boss’s door.

It sticks there through the morning and well into the afternoon, your dad’s words an incessant earworm: I think you two would really hit it off.

The thing is — you can’t blame Joel for saying yes to the setup. Not really. Your situation is complicated, messy, bound to end badly.

Maybe he’d be happier with Deb. 

They could take walks together, stroll through the grocery store or down the street  hand-in-hand. Throw dinner parties and shamelessly gush about their relationship to their friends. All without fear of being caught doing something wrong.

Because that’s what this is, you and Joel — it’s wrong. Not like you weren’t already well aware of that. Leave it to some woman you’ve never met to rub it in.

The day passes infuriatingly slow.

The pile of emails in your inbox only grows larger by the time you’re due to clock out, stack of reports on your desk barely touched. You wince when your boss stops by your cubicle on her way out, eager for an update.

“Sorry, Linda; a couple of these were more time-consuming than I’d hoped,” you lie. But you can tell she doesn’t buy it, not one bit, her expression souring as you shuffle through papers.

“I need these done by the end of the week, no matter what.”

“Of course,” you mutter, face heating with embarrassment. “I’ll get them done and on your desk by Friday.”

“Thanks.” Her heels are already clacking on tile when you open your mouth to apologize again, your sorry lost to the ether.

You gather your things and scramble to your feet as soon as she’s out of view, not sticking around to watch your computer power down. By the time you get to your car, Joel’s number is already dialed on your phone.

He picks up after two rings.

“Darlin’ — are you okay?”

It’s admittedly uncharacteristic for you to call him so early. You usually wait until after dark, when you’ve both retreated to your respective bedrooms, away from listening ears.

But this can’t wait. It’s been eating at you all day, digging into your work. If you don’t talk to him about it, you’re going to end up unemployed. You don’t bother to ask if he’s still on the job site, around other people. “You’re going on this date.” It’s not a question. More of an accusation.

“Baby,” he sighs. You try your best to ignore his molasses drawl and the way it seeps into your chest. 

“Why didn’t you say no?” 

“How could I?” he groans. “There’s your dad, askin’ me if I’m seein’ someone, sayin’ he’s already told this lady about me – what am I supposed to say?”

“I don’t know.” Your voice comes out a whine. “Make something up. Tell him you’ve taken a vow of celibacy.”

He laughs, low and breathy on the other end. “Yeah, baby. Think he’d believe that one, f’sure.”

“Fuck,” you huff. “I just— I don’t-“

You want to tell him not to go. To cancel. Fake his own death. Do whatever it takes to get out of this. But you have no right, not really. The two of you aren’t dating. You don’t have any control over what he does or who he sees. And you don’t want that, no. You just want him to choose you.

“I don’t wanna go, darlin’. I really don’t. But if I do this, I think it’ll get him off my back for a while. He won’t have a reason to suspect that I’m foolin’ around with his daughter.”

Fooling around. His phrasing is a metaphorical punch in the gut.

It’s not exactly a lie. You haven’t put a label on this thing, whatever it is. It’s been purely physical: lips slotted to lips, tongues pressed together, swapped sweat and saliva. But hearing it reduced to two words, words with such a casual connotation — as if you haven’t been driven by overwhelming desire — makes your stomach churn.

Joel doesn’t seem to clock it when you go quiet, a cocktail of rage and sorrow sloshing around your insides. “It’s for the best,” he adds, a shot of hard, burning liquor. 

“Yeah,” you say defeatedly. Choke back the pathetic tears that creep up your throat. “For the best.”

He ends the call with the excuse of bad cell reception. Promises to talk to you later. You’re not sure that you believe him.

The phrase fooling around curls up in your head, a wet dog, its fur dripping into the crevices of your rattled brain the entire drive home.

You dodge Joel’s calls for the remainder of the week.

There’s no use in talking to him when you have nothing to say, when you know any words you attempt will be overtaken by tears.

Even so, it doesn’t stop him from trying. His number lights up the screen of your phone at least twice a day.

He leaves voicemails that you do not listen to. You can’t. The last thing you need is his syruppy drawl in your ear. You’ll break; you know you will.

So instead, you delete them. Rid yourself of temptation.

But you still ache for him — a devastating truth. You lumber through the days, bones heavy with hurt. Find yourself kept up at night by thoughts of Joel and the infuriatingly soothing timbre of his voice, the intoxicating callous of his fingertips against your soft skin. 

It’s a lonely thing, yearning for Joel Miller.

On Friday, your father beams at the dinner table. He’s grinning like a child as he stuffs a forkful of rice into his mouth.

“Joel and Deb’s date is tomorrow,” he says. “Think they’ll really hit it off, don’t you?”

You’re dumbfounded for a long moment — can’t believe that this is your life now: being asked about your thoughts on Joel and the ever-elusive Deb as a couple. When it takes too long for you to answer, your father’s fork stills pointedly on his plate, and you sputter.

“Oh! I mean, I don’t know. Like I said, I don’t remember Deb.” You can’t help your condescending tone. Your dad doesn’t seem to catch it anyway. 

“Well,” he says, “I think they’ll be a match. Hoping so, anyway. The man has been such a hermit lately — maybe if he has a lady, he’ll get out more!”

“You sound real excited,” you grumble. Stab four peas on the prongs of your fork.

“It is exciting. I’ve never set anyone up before. And the best part is, the place they’re going to — the Tavern — it’s got rooms you can rent out for wedding receptions. Just imagine if down the line, they got mar-“

“Dad,” you stop him. You think you’ll be physically sick if you let him finish that sentence. “Sorry, I just — I’m really tired, all of a sudden. I think I’m going to head to bed early.”

It’s not a complete lie. You’re emotionally exhausted as a result of the past couple days. Sleep sounds like a much-needed, blissful escape right now.

Your dad doesn’t question you. He just nods. Swipes your plate from in front of you and brings it to the sink along with his.

Of course, you find it impossible to actually drift off that night. Tossing and turning, you battle the glaring urge to get up, slink into the home-office and look up directions to the Tavern. 

Not that you’re planning to go there anytime soon — you’re just curious. That’s all. 

Around midnight, you give up, pad down the hallway and into the room parallel yours. The computer dials up slowly, and you chew your bottom lip as you wait. 

You snatch a piece of paper from the printer and a pen from the #1 Dad mug that sits next to the monitor. Click on the internet icon and type the words into the search bar.

This is definitely a bad idea. Maybe the worst you’ve had in a while.

You jot the address down anyway.

Downtown Austin is buzzing with life. 

Patrons spilling out of bars, tourists striding down the street in their brand new Stetsons – it almost distracts you from the task at hand. 

At just past seven, you’d told your dad you were going out, meeting a friend for drinks. He’d been a bit taken aback, seeing as you’re not very social these days, but he’d seemed happy. Relieved. 

That’s not what you’re doing, of course.

No – in reality, you’re turning into the parking lot attached to the Tavern. It’s packed to the brim with cars, but you still manage to find Joel’s truck, its license plate number burned into the back of your mind after countless mornings of absently reading it as you snuck past.

It’s idle and empty when you inch by, and even though you knew he’d be here, on this date, your heart still sinks. Because maybe a tiny part of you had hoped he’d stand Deb up. 

You should leave. It was stupid to come here in the first place. What are you going to do — storm inside and demand that he leave with you?

You consider it for half a second, groaning when you realize how pitiful you are. Defeated, you swing your car into a spot at the back, facing the building, and shift it into park. You hug the steering wheel dejectedly.

From here, you have a straight-shot view of the restaurant’s entrance, a set of double doors at the side of the building. Groups spill out every so often, every pair that emerges causing your back to arch reflexively.

Joel and Deb are probably discussing their interests right now, bonding over a shared connection with your dad. You can vividly picture the smile likely plastered across his face — the same one you’ve elicited with sweet filth whispered in his ear.

And you’re here, sitting in your running car, watching the door. Your pulse thumps obnoxiously loud in your ears.

Minutes pass like molasses, slow and thick. You watch the clock on the car radio obsessively, betting with yourself on what time they’ll leave. After thirty minutes of nothing, you’re convinced that they’re going to close the place out.

But then the door opens again, and you straighten up, immediately met with the sight of Joel and Deb. 

She’s talking animatedly, eyes widening every few words, blonde hair wafting around her narrow face. It’s undeniable that she’s stunning, even from far away; possesses the kind of beauty you see on magazine covers in line at the grocery store. The jealousy that pools in your gut burns like acetone in an open wound.

She takes his arm as they walk toward the parking lot, and he lets her, despite the rest of his body appearing strangely rigid.

You wonder if he’ll take her home. Lead her to his truck, help her up the step to the passenger seat and sneak a look at her ass under her dress before shutting the door. If they’ll leave her car in the lot for the night, come back to retrieve it in the morning once he’s helped her forget about her loser ex-husband; let the scent of her perfume seep into the bed sheets to cover up yours.

But he doesn’t lead her to his truck. You watch as they unexpectedly turn down a row of cars, disappearing from your view completely, his arm still locked with hers. 

He could still kiss her. Press her against the car. Promise her that he’ll call — and he will, first thing tomorrow. He’s probably just being a real gentleman. Treating her like a woman he might want to marry someday. 

Maybe he knows, after just one date, that she’s his soulmate. He’ll buy the ring in a couple weeks. They’ll be engaged in a month’s time, and he’ll say he just couldn’t wait any longer. 

She’s the one thing I’ve been missing.

You stew in the agonizing unknown for what feels like hours before Joel materializes once again, backside illuminated by headlights as he strides toward his truck.

And then — he stops. You see the exact moment he notices your car in the parking lot, his eyebrows threading together and his hands splaying over his hips.

He’s staring directly through the windshield. At you.

Fuck.

He takes a few slow steps. Stops in front of the hood. Narrows his eyes and flexes his jaw.

With a deep breath, you unlock the doors. Gesture for him to get in the passenger side. 

He immediately rounds the car, prying the door open and climbing inside just as a SUV pulls out the row he and Deb had walked down. 

The door slams when he yanks it closed. The sound echoes through the cab of the car.

“You wanna fuckin’ explain what you’re doin’ here?” he snaps. You’re afraid to look him in the eye, embarrassment and now, anger, spooling hot behind your ears.

You know you’re in the wrong. You shouldn’t have followed him. But does he have to be so hostile?

When your gaze finally meets his, he looks — distraught — jaw clenched and lips set in a straight line. His fingers absently dig into denim-covered thighs.

“I don’t know,” you mumble, “I just wanted to see how you were with her.” And it’s the truth; not one you want to be admitting right now, to him, but it’s the truth nonetheless.

“Doesn’t give you the right to spy on me.”

“So what was I supposed to do? Sit at home and mope while the guy I was seeing is on a date with someone else? Oh no, I’m sorry,” you throw your hands up, form air quotes with your fingers, “the guy I was fooling around with.”

This seems to strike a nerve. His jaw twitches, and his fingers still on his lap.

“It wasn’t like that,” he grits

“No? Isn’t that all this was to you: fooling around?”

There’s a beat. Joel sighs. 

“No — fuck, no. Of course not.”

His expression softens. A crack in solid stone. “I tried callin’ you,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” you admit.

He nods. Another beat.

“Did you kiss her?” you ask.

“No.” He says it with intent, with promise, eyes firmly locked on yours now. 

Your mouth goes dry.

“No?”

“No,” he repeats. “I didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I didn’t want to.”

“You don’t want her?” 

“No,” he says flatly, his pupils bulging in the lamplight, black bleeding into the brown of his irises. “I don’t want her.” 

“Why not?” 

He leans forward. His weight presses into the center console and his breath fans your face — warm, tinged with the scent of cheap beer.

“I don’t want her,” he says, voice an octave lower, “because I want you. I thought you knew that?” 

The radio drones between the two of you, some classic rock song you think you recognize flitting through the speaker. Your pulse beats staccato in your throat, off tempo.

“You want me?” you ask, a little breathless, and the next words you say are beyond dumb, beyond reckless, but you say them anyway. “Prove it.”

Joel doesn’t hesitate. He closes the slight distance between you and kisses you, hard, his tongue frantically sliding against yours through parted lips.

It’s sloppy, and desperate, and you feel drunk on the taste of him, on longing laced with carnal need. He’s groaning into your mouth, grabbing your head with both hands, burying his fingers in your hair — as if he can’t get close enough, as if he’ll only be satisfied once he’s swallowed you whole. You’re pretty sure you want him to.

Your hands move frantically to his t-shirt, then, bunch into the fabric and pull. You need to feel the skin underneath, need to rove your hands along his bare chest. He accommodates, tugging the shirt by the back of the collar, lips separating from yours ever-so-briefly to bring it over his head and toss it onto the backseat. 

And then he’s back on you, licking into your mouth again, eliciting a whimper from you when his hand wraps around the side of your throat, just under your jaw. 

Your palms splay across his torso, wander over warm, golden skin. You’ve missed this, god, you’ve missed this — but it’s still not enough. You need to feel more of him. In your mouth, in your hand, in your cunt — you’re not picky. Just need him in whatever way he’ll provide.

“Joel,” you whimper into his mouth, fingers winding around his bicep. 

He pulls back. Peers at you through hooded eyes. “What is it, baby?” he asks through labored breaths. 

“Need you — please.”

He immediately unbuckles your seatbelt. Lowers his seat back and manhandles you onto his lap. You go easily; slot yourself to him with legs folded on either side of his thighs. 

Wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, you grind down into his lap. His cock strains against denim underneath you. He groans when you swivel your hips and brush the heft of it again with your clothed heat.

“You gonna let me fuck you?” he asks into your mouth, his forehead pressed to yours.

Your breath catches. 

You know what he’s really asking: are you going to  let him fuck you here, in the parking lot of a public establishment, where anybody could see?

But you don’t care. In fact, you’re way past caring, the emptiness of your cunt too painful to ignore any longer. Let them watch him take what’s his.

You nod frantically. “Yes,” you pant. “Please.”

Joel nods too, as if he’s accepting his fate. He’s going to fuck his friend’s daughter in the passenger seat of her car. There’s no way around it — not when you’re begging for it. He’s going to give you what you need.

“Okay,” he soothes, “I got you baby.” 

He helps you out of your pants, then; clumsily maneuvers them down and off your legs along with your panties and tosses them aimlessly into the back.

He doesn’t bother to take his jeans off. Lets you unzip them and pop the button open, your nimble fingers making quick work of it. And then you’re pulling his cock out of his boxers, stiff and leaking in your grasp.

You steady yourself with hands on his shoulders just as he begins to pepper placating kisses along your neck. “Go ahead baby,” he whispers into your ear. “Take it; it’s yours.”

His head falls back against the seat as you stroke him a few times and line his cock up with your dripping entrance, his hands clasped around your waist. 

You sink down slowly, savoring every inch of him as he burrows in deeper. He’s so thick, stretching you like it’s the first time again, your walls fluttering as they relax around his cock.

“Fuck,” Joel slurs, fingers digging into your skin impatiently when you still, fully seated on him.

“Gotta move baby — please move.”

He’s so fucking deep, though, his cockhead bumping your cervix, and your entire body feels gelatinous atop him. A cloying sort of heat hangs around your head. You swivel your hips weakly, your forehead falling to rest on his with a heavy sigh.

Joel is happy to take control, bucking up into you so hard you see stars. You can’t suppress the string of moans that spill from your mouth, and Joel doesn’t seem to mind. He’s just as loud, anyway, his broken sounds bleeding into yours, bouncing off glass and leather.

Neither of you can muster an actual word, though, not with him rutting up into you, sheathing himself in your pussy over and over again. He’s relentlessly hitting that spot — the one that has you practically clinging to him for dear life. 

It’s approaching too quickly; he’s going to make you come.

One of your hands flies to the roof of the car in an attempt to brace yourself, flat palm pressing into it so hard you worry it’ll pop. 

Joel takes the opportunity to drag you down in his lap, spearing you on his cock, and the sudden change in angle makes you cry out.

“Oh f— ahh, oh my—“

“That’s it,” he coos, “you got it, babygirl.”

His words tip you over the edge, your entire body locking up as you gush around him. You’re wetting his lap, slick splattering his thighs, and he loves it, his fervid moan telling you so.

His movements begin to falter then, hips stuttering underneath you as he chases his own high.

“Cmon, baby,” you goad, “please fill me up.”

He grunts when he spills inside, his face nestling in your chest, heaving as he works through it and begins to come down. You don’t move, not that Joel would let you, still holding you on his lap like he’s afraid to let you go.

You nuzzle into his embrace as his cock softens inside you.

You stay like that for a while, probably too long given that anybody could easily look into the car and see you straddling him. You don’t have the energy to care.

Eventually, you lift your head from its spot on Joel’s chest. Look up at him with bleary eyes.

“Joel,” you say.

He meets your gaze, face shiny with sweat and his hair a mess. He looks gorgeous like this, you think. The way only you get to see him.

“Yeah?” He grazes along your arm with featherlight fingers. His touch raises goosebumps on your skin.

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“About wanting me.” In truth, you’re not sure you want the answer. But you need to know, definitively, if Joel is yours. You’re done sharing him.

“Oh, baby,” he drawls. “Of course I do. You’re all I want. Do you want me?”

And it’s a stupid question. He has to know that. You’re nodding before he can even finish it. “Yes,” you breathe. “I want you, Joel”

“Then it’s settled. It’s me and you. No more…interlopers.”

You giggle. Reluctantly separate yourself from his body and re-dress. You settle back into the driver’s seat with achy legs.

You’ve never felt more content than you do in this moment.

Still, you’ll have to hide — won’t be able to share the news of your new relationship with friends or coworkers, your dad — and neither will Joel. 

You don’t care much, not as long as he’s yours, but you need to be sure he feels the same.

“Joel,” you stop him as he opens the passenger-side door to get out. He stills with one leg swung out the door.

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“Are you sure you don’t mind…being a secret? Don’t mind keeping me a secret?”

He looks at you like you have two heads.

He pulls his leg back into the car. Shuts the door and leans over the console again.

Taking your chin between his fingers, he forces your gaze. Makes sure you’re listening.

“I want you — doesn’t matter who knows or doesn’t know. Long as you’re mine.”

Your chest tightens, and your heart squeezes inside your ribcage.

“I’m yours?”

He smiles. Presses a chaste kiss between your eyes, on the tip of your nose, on your lips. The same way he did the other morning. 

It all feels somehow sweeter, now.

“Yeah, angel. You’re mine. My girl.”

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Milk Run

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Joel's gotta have his daily nutrients, no matter where you are.

Warnings: breastfeeding, Lactation kink, semi public/public, getting caught, sub!Joel, handjob, oral m receiving, mommy kink, throat pie

18+ ONLY

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Breastfeeding Joel accompanying you to go shopping when he spots a nursery room and immediately reverts to being an overgrown child, tugging your arm excitedly to plleeeaaaasseeee go there like its the kids play area.

He literally drags you there whether you wanted to or not. Relieved that No one else is there, you close the door and sit on the couch. Joel leaps over, knees and lifts your top and bra, licking his lips. His hands shake from excitement as he unclasped your bra for you.

He let's out a soft whine when your tits fall free. Kneading them gently in his big hands to get them achy and flowing.

"Be quick Joel, I dont want to have to explain this to the store manager." You pat the seat next to you.

Joel lies himself down sideways, elbow propped over your leg so he can rest himself against you, facing your chest. His lips enclosed around your pert nipple, ans you gasp at the sensation. He hums contently, closing his eyes and breathing deeply through his nose. He's pretty expert at working your breast tissue like a udder until sweet warm milk is flowing into his mouth.

He groans, long and drawn out as his cheeks bulge before gulping the first load. As he drinks more and more, he settles heavily in your lap until your holding his head with one hand, rubbing the scruff curls of his hair as he sucks. He looks so peaceful, lashes drawn to his cheekbones and jaw working every few moments to suckle some more. An audible gulp and little whimpers ger stuck in his throat.

You roll your free hand along his chest, feeling his heartbeat fall rhythmically to a steady pound. You've gotten used to the tickle of his beard against your skin, a comforting touch when you feel anxious in public. His relief, by drinking your breastmilk whenever he needs it, has somehow become yours too.

Joel is too engrossed in the heavenly taste of your milk that he doesn't notice the tent bulging in his jeans. He shifts uncomfortable, the fabric pressing tightly.

You giggle and kiss his forehead before your fingers drift south and palm over his errection.

His eyes flutter open, a grunt forced from his mouth as milk spits slightly up. He looks at you with alarm for just a moment, as if unsure of what is going on, before falling into a drunken, seduced trance as you work your hand over the hard length of him over and over again.

He clears his throat, licks the mess he's made from his cheeks and your tit before slurping your nipple back in his lips. He side eyes you, your smirk and teasing shakes of your head fueling his cock until its bursting from the zipper on its own.

"Wuat happa ta bein wuick?" He mumbles before sucking a large gob of your tit to fill his mouth.

"We are. Just focus on cumming for Mommy and you can drink my milk the entire car ride home," you whisper, your lips gliding over his forehead wrinkles again.

He whines, his hand coming over yours to help you jerk his cock faster. He gulps in quick motions, needing more time to breathe as his heart pace fastens.

Both sets of ears perk up when the nursery door lounge clicks, and there's nothing to shield the poor lady who walks in with her baby carrier, makes contact with the perverted scene ahead and yelps. Too stunned to say anything but oogle terrified with wide eyes before she immediately backs out and slams the door in horror.

"Oh my god!" You both shout. Yours in disbelief, bit Joel's in complete pleasure as his cock shoots his seed into the air and all over your hand. "Oh ff-fuck baby, ugh fuck that's it, fuuuccckkkmmmm."

"Joel get the fuck up we need to leave now."

He kisses your nipple one more time before standing. Instead of letting you get up, he stands between your parted legs, his dripping cock level with your face.

"Can you clean me up, please Mommy?" He pouts with a twisted grin.

You narrow your eyes at him with a tsk before grabbing his ass ans pulling him in, his cock getting sucked right into your mouth until his tip hits the back of your throat.

"Oh shit-shit Mommy!" He tosses his head up as you rock his hips back and forth, sucking him cand all his naughty creamy cum clean like a vacuum on a pole.

He pulls you flush once more, until your choking from the bulge of his cock in your throat. He stutters and shakes, moaning loudly as another surprise load empties itself right into your stomach. You swallow and suck, no leaving for air until he's completely drained of any evidence.

You slap his ass cheek. "Get your pants on, we need to leave now."

As you hoist your shirt on and toss your bra into your bag, fearful of security coming to arrest you two for indecent exposure in supposedly a family safe room, Joel taps your shoulder incessantly.

"What!?"

"Do I still get to suck your tits when you drive us home?"

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[in1-nutshell]

TFE Ophelia and Megatron reunion

SFW, Platonic, Hinted Romance, Familial, Angst, Mention of injuries, Cybertronian reader

TFE

Thrash woke up with his helm pounding. It was almost as bad as getting ran over by Jawbreaker in his dino bot mode. He could also hear voices, strange voices. At first, the Terran thought it could be his siblings or his parents.

“—Have any idea what you just did?!”

“He saw us, and I panicked! Not like you had a better idea!”

“You just kidnapped a kid!”

“You mean we—”

“Oh no, no, no! there is no ‘we’ in this one. This is on you!”

Oh, that was not his family…

Slowly Thrash opened his optics. He was in some sort of cave, not too far from the only exit he could see. There were some emergency flood lights hazardly placed alongside the walls of the cave. Nightshade probably would have had a fit seeing everything looking so crooked.

And the source of the arguing?

Why, it was from the Cons that kidnapped him of course.

One Con was around Bumblebee’s height while his partner was probably a little bigger than Twitch.

The smaller one was pacing back and forth while looking very anxious. Her arms were crossed and tightly hugging herself and muttering enough for Thrash to understand something about ‘He’s just a kid’.

The taller bot, the one that knocked him out, was leaning against the wall. Even with a red vizor, Thrash could tell the Con was carefully watching the smaller Con’s pacing.

“Primus Steve what are we going to do when the kid wakes up?” said the smaller Con worried.

It almost sounded like concern. But since when was a Con so worried about kidnapping?

No, he had to remind himself that there were some nice Con’s out there. I mean, look how Megatron turned out?

But also important, the Con’s name was Steve?

It sounded a lot like a human name, but maybe the Con liked the name.

The taller bot, Steve, shrugged. “We’ll figure it out when he does wake up.”

The smaller bot narrows her optics a bit before going right back to pacing. Steve walked up to the smaller bot, placed a servo on her shoulder, and stopped her. She looked up at him a bit annoyed.

“We’ve talked about this ‘Lia. You’re going to pace yourself to the center of the planet if you keep doing this.”

She huffed and refused to look at him.

Steve tilted his helm a bit, trying to get her to see his face. The minibot huffed again, but a small smile was forming. Steve moves more to the side trying to see her.

“Are we going to stop pacing?”

It was her turn to shrug at him. “Maybe yes. Maybe no.”

Steve stood up straight and mirrored the minibot’s crossed arms. “Mmhmm... Not taking that as an answer.”

Steve suddenly grabbed the smaller bot from the pedes and placed her upside down on his back. She yelped as he began to sway side to side chuckling at her failed attempts to get loose.

“GAH! STEVE!”

“Say it!”

A sputter of giggles and laughter came out of the minibot.

“Never!”

“Oh, never huh?” Quickly Steve threw the smaller bot in the air, caught her before laying her down on the floor and…

“HAHAHAHAHAA! ST-ST-STEVE ST-STOP! HAHAHAHAAHAHA!”

“NEVER!”

Steve mercilessly tickled the smaller bot who squirmed and laughed her spark out.

Thrash almost felt like he was intruding in something private. It was kind of like those moments Mom and Dad would have that usually ended up with those kisses. He really hoped that didn’t happen after this.

“F-FF-FFINE! I Y-YEILD! I SU-SURRENDER!”

Steve finally stopped and flopped down next to her. Both were venting fast and the occasional giggle escaped before the vents slowed down. He turned his helm to face hers.

“So, are we going to stop pacing around like a mad bot?”

The minibot let out a playful huff. “All right, all right, I’ll stop pacing… for now.”

The taller bot groaned a bit.

“You are going to be the death of me Ophelia.”

“OPHELIA!?”

… Oh no, did he say that out loud…

Both Cons immediately stood up and got into fighting positions after hearing his yell. They blinked a bit seeing that Thrash sitting upright on the makeshift berth. Ophelia immediately got out of the fighting position and carefully showed the youngling she was unarmed. Steve just stared at him, almost daring him to try something.

The minibot slowly walked up to Thrash. “You’re awake.”

“Maybe I would have been awake if someone hadn’t knocked me out.” Thrash said with a bit more harshness than intended.

Ophelia gave him an apologetic look before shooting Steve a glare. The bot just raised his servos in surrender and leaned on the nearby wall, still watching the two.

“You’re really Ophelia?” asked Thrash with a new excitement.

Sure, he had been kidnapped, but he was also going to get his answers about Ophelia that the others didn’t know!

The Cons got tense at the mention of the name.

“I am and sorry about Steve.”

“I thought you’d be taller.”

Ophelia blinked a bit while Steve hid a chuckle.

“I get that a lot. Now, how do you know who I am?”

Thrash sat up a bit straighter and happily told her about his and his siblings journey of curiosity to find out who was this mysterious bot that almost no one seemed to know about. He noticed both Cons getting very tense at every mention of Megatron’s name. It would make sense though, he did used to be their boss and did not leave the Decepticons happy.

At the end of the story, both Ophelia and Steve looked disturbed.

“So! When am I going home?” Thrash asked swinging his pedes back and forth.

Steve started. “Thrash you can’t—”

“Now. We’ll take you back to your family.” Ophelia interrupted.

“You are!”

“We are?!”

Ophelia looked over at Steve. “It is our fault that he is far away Steve. Its only right to at least get him to a safe walking distance to his home.”

“And what about Megatron?”

If Thrash could guess by Steve’s almost flinching servo, he could guess that the taller bot did a big mistake. Ophelia herself was frozen, servos slightly trembling before clearing her throat and stopped the trembling.

“…Then we run. But I am not going to be the one to separate another family Steve. You’re welcome to join me get Thrash home.”

With that Ophelia gestured Thrash to follow her out the mouth of the cave. He just followed the minibots lead. Steve would join a minute later.

…

The walk back to the Maltos wasn’t too far. It certainly gave Thrash enough time to ask away some of his questions to Ophelia. He wasn’t too happy to hear some of the same answers that Megatron had answer before. But she did humor him in playing some Earth games like ‘I spy’. The youngling was slowly worming his way into the pairs sparks whether they liked it or not. He even got a piggyback ride from Steve on the last mile home!

Steve claimed that he didn’t want to hear Thrash complain about aching pedes to his family. It would make them seem like animals. Ophelia just gave her companion a knowing smile and kept on walking.

Finally, the house came into view. Ophelia and Steve stopped a hill before the house was seen. The taller bot set Thrash back on his pedes.

“Okay Thrash. Your home is right over that hill.”

Thrash lit up a bit hearing Steve’s words before looking at them both.

“Don’t you want to come? Mom and Dad won’t mind!”

Ophelia had to give it to the youngling, he was persistent. “Thrash, we agreed to take you far enough where if we need to go, we have enough time to go.”

A pang of guilt hit the older Con’s sparks seeing the slightly dejected look on his face. Steve quickly placed a servo on his helm, patting it three times. “No long faceplates, okay? Maybe we’ll see each other another day.”

That seemed to lift his spirits enough before turning around and started to walk. Ophelia sighed a bit seeing Thrash disappear over the hill.

…Maybe seeing if he got to the property wouldn’t hurt right?

Steve seemed to have the same idea as they both carefully walked to the top of the hill. Crouching, they peered over the hill to the Malto’s property. Thrash was being bombarded with hugs by his siblings while Mrs. Malto and Mr. Malto came running to him.

It ached a bit in Ophelia’s spark seeing Thrash being embraced warmly by his parents. Brushing it off she looked over to where Steve was ready to tell him they needed to leave.

Her spark spotted for a minute seeing Steve pinned on the ground by a very familiar looking red and blue mech. The axe was pressed on the back of his neckcables, preventing him from moving or even speaking.

How did she not hear Optimus pulling up and getting Steve!?

“Prime.” Ophelia said bitterly, her optics never leaving Steve.

“Where you the one’s responsible for the Terran’s disappearance?”

Ophelia gulped a bit looking up at the Prime’s optics. “Yes, but he is back home to his family. We haven’t harmed him. Just let us go and—”

The sound of someone else transforming cut her off.

It was Prime’s scout, Bumblebee.

A very angry looking scout.

“You kidnapped him!” he yelled.

“It was a misunderstanding!” Ophelia shot back.

“A misunderstanding!? What kind of misunderstanding was that?” Bumblebee’s glare seemed to grow stronger.

She needed to figure out a safe way to get Steve and get out of there before Elita or Megatron came. Ophelia needed a plan. Anything at this point!

Distraction it was!

Surprising everyone, Ophelia yelled and jumped towards Optimus, only for Bumblebee to tackle her.

Good news was that Steve had gotten out of Prime’s hold.

Bad news was that the tackle was now leading Bee and Ophelia tumbling down the hill and straight to the Maltos. Through the grunts and yelps of pain from both bots, the Terrans were alerted of the incoming frames and went to quickly catch them. Hashtag and Jawbreaker caught Bumblebee while Thrash caught Ophelia.

Thrash blinked in surprise holding out a dizzy Ophelia. “Ophelia? You came back?”

“Wait is that, Ophelia!?” A high-pitched voice from the crowd spoke out.

Oh no.

The sounds of more transforming came from behind the Terrans.

“Thrash! I heard that…”

Oh no.

No please…

Anyone but HIM…

Ophelia stared up in horror at Megatron. Her spark pulsing out of control as his optics found her. They widened in surprise and shock as Thrash set her down. She desperately wanted to move but it felt like her pedes were stuck to the ground.

She couldn’t move.

She couldn’t move!

Ophelia was barely paying attention to what kind of conversation Thrash, Bumblebee and the other Terrans were having. Her focus was on the giant mech in front of her, waiting in suspense for any sign of movement.

But there was one thing that did snap her out of her trance.

The sight of Steve suddenly jumping on Megatron’s back and trying to tackle him down. With the former warlord caught off guard, Steve went to relentlessly punching him in the face as the warlord stumbled around wildly.

“STAY THE PITS AWAY FROM HER!” The drone yelled as he managed to hit Megatron in the optic.

Ophelia, now out of her trance, immediately went to try and stop Steve but was once again tackled down by Bumblebee. The minibot ignored the cries of the younglings and Prime to stop and focused on trying to get the yellow Autobot off her.

“Get off of me!”

“Never!”

She was almost close enough to hit a sensitive wire. A bit more wiggling around and the job would be done.

“You don’t understand!” Ophelia sneered, inches from the wire. “He is going to—”

CHOOM!

The sound of the fusion canon froze both bots in place. Luckily, giving Ophelia enough time to get out from underneath Bumblebee to see what had made the noise.

Steve’s smoking frame laid a couple feet away from Megatron’s freshly used fusion canon.

“No…”

She took a step to the still frame.

“No…”

Her steps started getting faster.

“No…”

Her vision started getting blurrier the faster she got.

“No!”

Ophelia knelt down to Steve’s side. A gaping hole that was slowly spilling out energon in between his shoulder and chassis. Way to close to the spark chamber.

“Steve! Steve talk to me!” She begged trying to keep the energon inside his frame while keeping his helm in her lap. His vizor flickered bright to dark too fast.

Ophelia turned to the closest bot to her, Megatron and glared at him.

“How could you!? After all the things you put me through, after taking away so much from me! Why him!? WHY!?” She yelled before quitting down hearing the mech on her lap sputtering.

“Y-you’re safe an…” He flinched harshly as Ophelia applied more pressure to the wound, a desperate attempt to make it stop gushing out energon.

“Shh, Shh, save your energy Stevie. I’ll get us back to-to the cave and fix you as good as new! I-I’ll even give you that new paintjob we talked about!” Ophelia said desperately feeling his servo gently cupping the side of her face. She dropped her servo from his face and held the servo to her face. Tears quickly making their way to the servo.

“Oh…oh…oh…Ophelia… My Lia…” Steve croaked as his lights started dimming faster.

“No, no, no, no, no! NO! NO!” Ophelia screamed clutching his weakening servo.

Another pair of servos came to side of the injury, helping to slow the flow. A grim looking Bumblebee was just focusing on the wound.

“Prime, he’s going to need medical attention fast.” The scout said, briefly glancing up at Ophelia’s shocked face, before looking back down.

Prime nodded and hurriedly comm in Wheeljack and Elita about the situation. The Terrans were getting told to go back to the barn until the situation diffused, which none of them wanted to go. There were so many more questions that came up and they wanted to know if Ophelia and Steve were okay, especially Thrash. Good thing Alex had the art of persuasion on his side that day.

Megatron moved to Ophelia. “Ophelia, you need to let go—”

Ophelia shot him a glare before Prime chimed in. “We need to get him to the lab; you can stay there as well.”

Ophelia looked between the two leaders and gave a short nod, slowly letting Bumblebee carry Steve’s limp frame underground.

It was just Megatron, Optimus and Ophelia outside. Or so she thought…

The minibot jumped a bit as a pair of small hands touched her side. It was Mrs. Malto with a sympathetic look on her face.

“Your boyfriend will be fine. Let’s get you washed up?” She said in a gentle and steady tone.

Ophelia blinked and stared at the energon on her servos.

Steve’s energon...

Ophelia nodded and followed the human past the bigger bots, only to stop a few feet behind them. She gave Megatron a dark side glance.

“If he doesn’t make it, there is nowhere in this universe where you can’t hide from me… Father.”

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

PART 13 ( FINAL )

Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

A/N: Omg can't believe that we reached the end of this ff! I started this fic on Dec 12, 2023 and today it's ending on April 19, 2024 🥺.

Thank you everyone for Being part of this journey, thank you for reading, for your support and for your patience! I truly appreciate and you guys truly saved me! I love every single one of you 💗💗💗.

I hope you enjoy this final part as well, and stay tuned more fics are coming 🔜

I'll post an analysis of this fic to emphasize the meanings, morals and life lessons included, if you're interested of course!

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Warning: SMUTTT MDNI 🔞 NOT PROOFREAD ⚠️

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In your house, the place that now you can confidently call a home. Crazy how when two souls bind they make any cold and abandoned place, alive and warm.

Satoru closed your bedroom door as both you got inside, his blue eyes never leaving yours, his hands circled your waist, as you walked backwards.

"You gave me a hard time y/n! I thought you hated me for real!"

With hazy eyes that seduced the shit out of him, you spoke,

"I had to give you a taste of your own medicine Satoru"

"Oh God, this attitude gets me fucking hard for you" he blurted out, growing more impatient.

You smirked as you saw how desperate he was,

"Too excited, Satoru?" you teased,

"Mhm, I know you are too!" he answered, pushing you on the big bed and hovered over you, taking you by surprise on how fast he was, "if you allow me my princess"

You nodded, your mind racing with wild thoughts that contradicted your innocent face, you can't wait to feel him inside of you, filling every inch that's screaming for him.

"It-its my first time though–"

"Don't worry princess, just trust me"

..

He leaned down pressing his lips on yours, moaning into the kiss. He stripped out of his clothes in front you, you watched him fully naked before your eyes that scanned him, your inside throbbing, growing impatient wanting him to fill the emptiness inside you. Now he helped you out of your clothes. He paused for a moment to admire your body that was under him. His blue eye glistening with love and lust. His large hands reached to touch your neck, chest, abdomen and then rested on your thighs, spreading your legs.

You closed your eyes as you felt the tickling sensation of his long fingers running on the soft skin of your inner thighs.

"Open your eyes princess, keep your eyes on me"

You nodded and did as he said feeling the heat,

"Mhm"

"Fuck... look at you princess so wet for me"

You gasped a bit when you felt his breath on your pussy. He admired you for a bit, the his tongue started working on pleasuring you down there.

You felt the need to grab into something, so your hands found their way to his hair, pulling on it.

"S-shit" you moaned,

as he continued to eat you out,

"Let it go baby", he whispered still devouring you till you cane around his tongue.

"Fuck"

"You taste so good baby, daamn" he exclaimed as he now slowly pushed himself inside you. "F-fuck baby" he groaned at your tightness.

"S-satoru"

"T-tell me when you w-want me t-to move baby" he groaned wanting to thrust into you so bad.

"You can move" you whispered

He slowly started moving, looking at you making sure you felt comfortable. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss, while he pulled out and pushed back into you. You whimpered from the new sensation that made you crave him even more.

"You okay?"

"Mhm f-faster"

He smirked, finally getting the green light ti pound you, each thrust sent both of you on cloud nine.

"Satoru don't stop" you moaned rolling your eyes back.

Your words and moans only motivated him to keep going faster and harder leading him and you to your climax.

"Shit, I-I'm close S-satoru" you shut your eyes tightly.

"Fuck—together baby"

You rocked your hips up, both of your hearts pounding out of your chests till both of you released at the same time.

"Yeaah oh fuck baby"

He laid next to you on the bed for a few moments looking into each other's eyes then started giggling as he pulled you to his chest.

"you did so good princess, I love you so much"

"I love you too"

.....

"Here! lemme help you clean up!"

"Thanks" you smiled softly

"What about we watch a movie and cuddle till we fall asle–.. are you okay?" he asked as he saw you zoning out.

"I–I'm" but you couldn't finish your sentence, feeling out of breath.

"Y/n what's wrong?" asked Gojo worriedly,

"I- I can't breathe–" you stuttered,

You quickly put on your panties, and grabbed Gojo's shirt that was thrown on the bedroom floor and put it on, hurrying outside for some air. You clutched your chest, coughing violently, each cough racked your body making you stumble into the wall and random objects.

"Baby- y/n lemme take you to Shoko" he said trying to grab you, but you flinched away, you were too sensitive to any touch,

"No-no"

"Baby please wait" he pleaded, still fully naked,

You swung the house door open, rushing to the street trying to inhale fresh air as much as possible but it was too hard to do so, making effort to breathe. Barefoot, only in Gojo's shirt that became a dress on you. Desperately gasping for oxygen. Cold sweat trickled down your forehead, your vision blurred, dizziness taking over you, your world spinning trying your best to take control over your body that betrayed you.

Gojo rushed outside as well, he had to put his pants on before chasing after you. He couldn't leave the house naked.

"AAAAAAA" you screamed your lungs out, as your eyes scanned your surroundings,

"Y/N" yelled Gojo, fear taking over him, he hugged you tightly, you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

With a flick of his finger he exorcised the curses that were surrounding both of you in the area, making them disappear in a matter of seconds.

"A-re those–?" you mumbled, feeling your heart beats get steadier and your breathing back to normal.

"Yes, curses! wait– you can see them!??" he asked, his eyes widened when he realized you saw the curses.

"Wait!!! I saw them?!!" you looked at Gojo in surprise processing the fact that you can see curses now.

"Does that mean–"

"My curse broke!?"

"Your curse broke!?"

both of you exclaimed at the same time, looking at each other in surprise.

Gojo hugged you tight, spinning you around.

"Omg baby finally!!! We have to go to Jujutsu High now!" he added,

"Wait– can we go tomorrow? I don't think I'm ready to face them, besides I'm still processing it" you said looking uncomfortable.

"I know, but I'm sorry princess, we don't have a choice! it is a must that we inform them now! All of us have been waiting for this"

You nodded in defeat, after all informing them is totally the better option than seeing other curses and not knowing what to do beside screaming.

You went back to your house, took a shower and put on some proper clothes on while Satoru made a phone call to Principal Yaga.

"You ready sweetheart?" he asked.

"Yeah ready" you answered with a deep breath.

"Hey hey babe, look at me! it will be alright. I'll be by your side the whole time okay?" he said cupping your cheeks.

• At Jujutsu High •

You hesitantly sat on the chair, the higher-ups eyes fixated on your every move, making you feel extremely awkward.

"So Gojo Y/n, Satoru told us that you were able to see curses tonight and that you had trouble breathing and dizziness?" said one of the higher ups

"Mhm yes right, I couldn't breathe and I had a weird feeling as if I'm being choked or suffocated and when I went out for some air I've seen 3 curses surrounding us"

"And you're aware of what that means?"

"It means my curse broke— right?"

"Correct! how did it break though? what did you do to break it? It's been months since taking your vows why did it break tonight?" he asked

"uhm" you didn't know what to say,

You and Satoru looked at each other, and you can see the smirk on his face, then you realized that the vows were not the ones to break the curse, but true love bonding; by making love.

You can feel your cheeks warm up, a red tint colored them. Satoru lowered his head trying not to burst into uncontrollable laughter when he saw how shy you got from your realization.

You stuttered not knowing what to say, it was really inappropriate to tell them that sex with Gojo broke it. With a small chuckle Gojo looked at them and said,

"Don't worry about it, it just did, I helped her with it"

"It is official then. Y/n ! starting from today you're officially a Jujutsu Sorcerer welcome to our society"

You kinda felt proud that now you're part of something and not just a purposeless human being who doesn't even know themselves. But at the same time you felt terrified at the fact that you've got hella responsibilities on your shoulder starting from tonight.

"Thank you" you muttered, fidgeting with your fingers.

"But I must tell you, a lot of special grade curses will attempt to attack you and kill you–"

"Not only curses but also the other sorcerers" said one of the other higher ups

"other sorcerers? aren't all sorcerers serving the same purpose, killing curses?" you asked

"Well, as you can see, not all sorcerers are good, staring from your case with Mei Mei, there are many of them and more worse than her. You're considered both a balance and a threat to our world y/n" he explained

You felt extremely uneasy and uncomfortable, too much pressure, too much information to process. Feeling very overwhelmed more than ever. Your forehead dripping with cold sweat.

"I know you've already told me that the prophecy said I'll bring balance but how? what is my task exactly?" you asked, questions making your head spin.

"You're the strongest now, and to remain that way you mustn't die, it's all in your hands from now on, the Jujutsu Community depends on you for protection from the Ultimate danger"

"The ultimate danger?"

"You know our task as sorcerers to exorcise curses and protect the normals, those who can't defeat themselves"

"Yes?"

"Well the prophecy didn't only mention you, it mentioned also the danger we'll face, it is mentioned that an ancient and dark sorcerer will try to invade humanity with curse energy leading an evolution, a world full of sorcerers and curses"

"So the non sorcerers are at risk?"

"Exactly but also the sorcerers"

"Is it Sukuna that will carry this deed?"

"No! not Sukuna"

"Huh? isn't he an ancient dark–?"

"He is a special grade curse, but it's not Sukuna's plan to make the world full of sorcerers that want to exorcise him, Sukuna's goal is to be the ruler, gather followers and execute those who do not submit" explained Satoru

"Then who's this sorcerer?"

"We don't know! but all what we know that you'll be the first one to confront him" added Principal Yaga.

You gulped, being the first one; without experience on how to use your Jujutsu, and to meet one ancient strong sorcerer that has destructive plans is kinda crazy and it made your heart go crazy. What if you're not capable of defeating him? What if you disappoint the Jujutsu Community that has faith in you?

All of these questions burned your throat, but you can't ask them, you'd be seen as weak and scared and you definitely can't let them know that.

"Alright then" you simply said, then excused yourself and left the meeting room.

Gojo followed you, he can sense your discomfort.

You stood in the balcony, joined by your husband.

"It's not an easy task you've got" he started,

"Ugh thanks for reminding me again Satoru" you rolled your eyes at him.

"Come on Y/n! you'll get used to it" he whispered pulling you close to him by your waist, his big arms surrounding you in a protective way.

"I don't even know what my technique is Satoru"

"Oh but I do!"

"You do?"

"Yes, your technique was already foreseen, its a heritage from a very ancient sorcerer, the last sorcerer that had it was like 200 years ago. That sorcerer maintained balance in our world for years, emphasizing safety for both sorcerers and non-sorcerers, there's a reason you won against me during our fight, it blew my mind that you succeeded in laying a punch even though i had my infinity on. Your technique is copying others techniques just by touching them while it is activated. You can use their techniques against them"

"Wait what?? How do I know? And what if I'm fighting against curses ? how am I supposed to defeat them since not all curses have a technique, not all of them are special grade or first grade after all?"

"Good question, actually you have a strong burst of curse energy that could easily destroy curses, you just need to learn how to activate it"

"So I need a lot of practice huh? A long way to go? What if I'm not ready yet to face that sorcerer?"

"You don't need practice, you're a natural at it, you just need to try and believe in yourself, in your abilities, in your technique, that's how you're gonna summon it, you've got the spirit of the great old sorcerers in you, you're capable of everything Y/n just search inside of you... you're capable of things you don't know you're capable of"

His words were very comforting and motivating, you can feel your tense muscles relax slowly, nodding your head at his words.

"I believe in you y/n" he added, kissing your forehead.

You closed your eyes taking into the moment.

You can't deny that his words boosted your confidence and your ego, it's finally your time to shine.

"Embrace this new version of you Y/n!" he added kissing your temple.

"–I wanna meet Mei Mei" you said out of the blue.

"Huh? meet Mei Mei?"

"Yeah! I'm not allowed?" you raised your eyebrow.

"No not like that, you're allowed of course, it just was unexpected, I thought you didn't wanna see her face"

"You're right, but you said I have to embrace this new version of me so maybe it's time to speak my mind and confront others instead of hiding" you said confidently.

"Damn I love this mindset" he said with a smile.

"Oh but trust me you're next" you said teasingly.

"Wait what?" he said panicking.

"Come on Satoru, you know I'm not fully done with you"

"But I thought you forgave me" he said pouting.

"Oh I did but it's about time I forget, come on take me to Mei Mei"

You were serious though, you didn't forget what he'd done to you yet. It's true you love him with all of your heart, and he does too but you felt that ignoring him for a week wasn't a proper punishment.

......

Gojo took you to the prison where Mei Mei is staying. He unlocked the door stepping inside.

"Gojo? you came!" said Mei Mei but het smile dropped instantly right after she saw you take a step inside her cell.

Satoru stood by the door, while you moved closer towards her, you can tell by the look on her face that she felt something different coming from you, something intimidating, something strong, not the usual you.

"Y/n y–"

without saying anything you interrupted her with a slap across her face. You slapped her with all your might earning a gasp from her and from your husband, his eyes widened, he didn't see it coming.

Mei Mei looked at you in shock, and said in confusion,

"You slapped m—"

"Oh I did! I could've done more but I just chose not to"

"You—"

"Uh uh no no! I'll talk and you will listen Mei Mei, Im here to speak my mind, to say the things that I couldn't say before because I thought my words won't make any difference, and even if they don't now I really don't care because I'll speak any way"

You paused for a second, leaning towards her, your eyes piercing through her soul.

"I hope you're enjoying your time here in this cell, reflecting on what you had done and most importantly realizing that you deserve to be here. I hope you realize that all of us pay for what we do. Because sooner or later we won't escape the universe's justice. and I hope you realize that what you've done to me is terrible, I hope you feel the guilt every day and I hope it eats you up for trying to ruin what was already ruined life, for trying to kill me. You know something Mei Mei I allowed you to hurt me because I didn't know I can protect myself, I didn't know I was capable of stopping someone from harming me both physically and emotionally because I was weaker than all of you. But now I do and damn it feels great. You and Toji will both suffer. See all of what you do to others will come around to you and you can't hide from it so enjoy your stay here" You said,

and started walking towards Gojo who was leaning against the door frame proud of you happy that you finally realize your worth and potential.

You held his hand and then looked back at Mei Mei,

"Oh by the way Mei Mei, your attempts to tear us apart only drew us closer so thank you for that" you added,

then walked out hand in hand with Satoru making sure to lock the door.

"That was hot" exclaimed Gojo

"Oh you think so?"

" I know so"

He grabbed your chin making you look up at him,

"I know that you'll punish me anyway, you won't let it slip but I'm lucky that you didn't hate me I was worried really worried, you were so cold so distant as if I wasn't visible to you. So I'm going to accept any punishment from you as long as you don't hate me"

"you know I had to do it"

" I know I know I deserve to be treated like that, but I thought we had no hope I thought our marriage was over the moment I was hoping to fix things so I'm glad you gave me a chance to make it up for you to be a real husband so.you can punish me now but promise not to leave me cuz if you do then I'll drown again"

"You know something; we all make mistakes and wr are the ones who decide to fix them before it's too late or to ignore them but learn how to live with the consequence"

"You're right, I don't wanna live with the consequences, I wanna live happily with you Y/n"

You looked up at him, you can see the softness in his eyes and the way he speaks to you, you can't help but fall more and more deep for him.

"So please tell me that you won't leave me" he pleaded, a hint of worry visible in his tone.

He was feeling really overwhelmed, he knew you being the strongest now means you're at risk in every step you take, that you're targeted by many who want to haunt you down. He was worried that he might lose you, and besides he was afraid you might not be able to forget what happened in the past and end up hating him, even though you said you loved him. He was dealing with mixed feelings, trying to fix many things at the same time and trying to protect you but he knows the higher ups won't allow him to.

"Please-"

"I-" you started to speak but got interrupted by no other than Megumi,

"Oh Gojo finally!!!"

"Megumi?" you and your husband said at the same time.

"Oh Y/n sensei!"

"Is everything okay?" asked Gojo

"Nah it's far from being okay !! it's Yuji!!"

"What happened to Yuuji??" you asked worriedly as you walked towards Megumi

"Sukuna took over him, and we don't know where he is now"

"What do you mean Sukuna took over him?" questioned Gojo

"I was in my room sleeping then I heard a noise outsiders when I looked outside of the window I thought it was Yuji but when he looked back it was Sukuna, when I went down to stop him he was already gone"

"Shit shit shit" you said, "we need go and look for him...now"

"Baby—wait, you can wait in our room I'll go and look for him" said Gojo

"What do you mean Satoru! Yuuji is in danger and you expect me to hide in our room and do nothing to find him? I'm going with all of you, now!"

Megumi looked at Gojo as you started walking away,

"What's wrong? you look worried ?" said Megumi

"Yes Megumi yes, you know she's in danger and we don't know what to expect"

"You can't change fate Gojo! it's what the prophecy said, I'm sure Y/n will manage , you should be the first one to put your faith in her! besides she's got time till her curse breaks and she'll practice being a sorcerer"

"She's a sorcerer now"

"She's gonna be ok— wait what did you say?"

"Her curse broke tonight, she's announced a sorcerer by the higher ups"

"Oh"

"Mhm"

"I can understand your worry now, but she's gonna be fine! she's strong!"

"I know, come one let's go" said Gojo with a sigh...

.....

• Time skip •

A couple of hours are now separating you form the break of dawn, Gojo was trying not to leave your side the whole time you were searching for Yuuji, he was always keeping a protective eye on you, scanning your surroundings making sure no one around is trying to harm you.

All of you; students and teachers met up again in Jujutsu High, to find another plan.

You were in the school garden, sitting on the stairs waiting for the higher ups to call for an urgent meeting, your heart aching for Yuuji, he's the sweetest boy you've ever met and you were genuinely scared for him, all what you were thinking about was him, you were hoping to find him and save him from Sukuna's hands, Gojo was discussing things with Principal Yaga most likely about you and the students trying to figure out where he could possibly go.

....

"I see you're alone y/n. Stargazing as usual?" said a deep voice that made you stand up quickly from your seat.

"Ryomen Sukuna" you said and started walking towards him, "You better leave Yuuji alone" you threatened.

"Wait wait, it's true then, they weren't lying , I can feel it emitting from you" he said as he exhaled,

"What and who are you talking about? "

"Your curse energy, pretty strong, it's intoxicating"

"Yeah you were more than excited to fight me when I become a sorcerer, here I'm in front of you, I'll fight you so you better let go of Yuuji"

"Uh no, I know I said that, but I'm no longer interested in fighting you, someone else will"

But before you could ask him, you saw a group of people entering Jujutsu High, coming your way.

"Good luck beautiful, for now I'll watch through this brat's eyes" With those last words, sukuna switched back to Yuji,

"Sensei, sensei run!!!" said Yuuji

"Yuji-Kun are you okay?" you asked worriedly grabbing his forearm

"Yes I am, let's go we need to get inside and find Gojo sensei" he started pulling you away,

but you knew this time there's no running away, thia fight is yours. As much as it terrified you, you can't run away.

"Yuji calm down, go and find Satoru and the others...trust me" you reassured.

"Itadori Yuji, Sukuna's vessel, whats up with that look on your face? still grieving over Junpei?" said a long haired guy,

"Mahito" said Yuji through gritted teeth.

You looked between both of them, the sooner joined by your husband who rushed to tour side, still not aware of those who stood in front of you.

"Y/n, Yuji you're here!? are you okay? did Sukuna do something? where did you go?"

"He went to talk to these bastards" answered Yuji pointing at them,

The moment Gojo turned his head to look at them, his eyes widened, his heart dropping to his stomach, a shocked expression displayed on his face as if he saw a ghost,

"S-suguru geto?" he stuttered

"Geto?" you repeated

"Long time no see Satoru" spoke this so called Geto with a gentle voice,

You looked between both of them in confusion.

"Isn't he dead?" you asked out of the blue.

"That's not possible, I killed you" spoke Satoru, his eyes still fixated on the man in front of him.

Sooner you were joined by the other students, Nanami, Utahime and Principal Yaga.

All of them stopped in track the moment their eyes met Geto's eyes.

"Geto?" they said in union.

"I think it's an insult to call me Geto" he said, and walked forward his finger gripping a thin string, opening up those stitches on his forehead revealing his true self. "You can call me Kenjaku"

"Kenjaku?" said the others in union, eyes widening upon his reveal.

You were the only one confused,

"Who the hell is Kenjaku?"

"The ancient sorcerer, mentioned in the prophecy?" explained Nanami

"So I'm gonna fight him? fight a brain or what exactly?" you asked and pointed at him, genuinely confused.

"I see you brought all of them curses with you?" said Gojo

"You can say we work as a team Gojo Satoru, I hope you're not pressed that now you're no longer the strongest" exclaimed Mahito in an offensive tone trying to get in Gojo's nerves

"Is that guy a curse?" you asked Nanami,

"Yeah he is"

"He looks h-human"

"Deceiving right? I look human, but I'm not one, little one. Oh Nanami ready for another battle, I wasn't finished with you last time"

Nanami remained calm but you can see his veins popping out on his neck and temples. The presence of Mahito annoyed him to the core, he might be the most hatred curse out there, more than Sukuna himself. He's just an annoying bitch who likes to play games on others.

"We're here for only one reason, to kill Y/n so move and make it easier for all of us" said Kenjaku.

You can feel your heart jumping out of your throat, no one is able to save you now, you're the one to save you. The prophecy is now a reality and there's no escape from it. It's your fate, it's what you were born for, you existed this whole time just for this moment and you have no other choice but to win this fight and bring balance once again to this messed up community. But a surge of courage took over you, as if you weren't alone, feeling another kind of presence lingering around you.

"You can try and kill me..Kenjaku" you threatened and moved towards him.

And the battle started.

Gojo against Jogo, Nanami and Yuji against Mahito, Nobara and Megumi against Hanami, Inumaki, Panda and Maki against Dagon and You against Kenjaku.

Kenjaku summoned curses with a flick of his fingers, sending them swirling towards you like malevolent spirits hungry for your death. You moved with grace, your movements fluid as you deftly dodged the curses, each one hissing and snarling as it sought to tear you apart. Your moves were natural, a result of years of training in martial arts. You haven't used any curse energy yet. Not sure how to do it, how to summon your energy.

"Just search inside you" you remembered Gojo's word. .

With a deep breath, you tried to focus, looking in front of you as Kenjaku sent one of the curses running towards you, you were focusing, pressing your lips together as the curse was getting closer and closer, but you stood your ground, trying to trust yourself this time.

The moment the curse got right in front of you, inches away from your face, as if the time stopped and started moving slowly. The curse exploded. A burst of if energy left your body.

You successfully summoned that power and now you can feel it take over you, running through your veins. It felt great, you felt unstoppable, powerful and undefeated. You can now exorcise those curses.

With each burst of energy you felt yourself growing stronger, instead of feeling drained, you felt as if you were feeding of the death of those curses who's curse energies faded into the air.

.....

"Next" you said as you looked directly into Kenjaku's eyes, who was hesitant to summon another curse.

"You think you can win against me? I'm no ordinary foe. I have been living through centuries of dark knowledge"

"Then prove it, you're nothing without those curse that you summon" you challenged.

You did trigger him, you actually looked down on him, making him appear as weak. But he didn't know that it was part of your plan to offend him and make him try to fight you. He didn't know about your technique yet so he wasn't careful with his next move.

He ran towards you, trying to lay a punch on you, but it was easy for you to dodge it. In a moment of daring, you lunged forward, your hand reaching out to grasp Kenjaku's cloak. Your skin touched, and in an instant, you felt the surge of power as Kenjaku's own curses turned against him. You can feel yourself taking control, and you were able to manipulate the curses inside Kenjaku, making them respawn no matter how hard he tried to stop you.

The very creatures he had tamed now obeyed your command, their twisted forms holding him down as you stood there looking down at him.

Hanami, Jogo and Dagon were already dead but Mahito was still alive, playing dirty tricks on both Nanami and Yuuji.

But ince you overpowered Kenjaku, everyone stopped in tracks, waiting for you to finish him off and kill him.

You were about to do it, but stopped the moment you felt a presence lingering in the air. It was a warm presence, comforting one it was similar to the one you felt around Gojo, Nanami and your students.

"Maybe it's him" you whispered to yourself.

You looked up, your eyes meeting Gojo's sad eyes. By the look on his face you knew he wasn't ready to witness his bestfriend get killed again, even though it wasn't really his bestfriend but it was his body.

In that moment, you discovered something new in you. You closed your eyes hoping that what you're about to do actually works and don't make a fool of yourself instead. You started focusing, summoning spiritual forces that you didn't know existed within you.

"I know what you're trying to do, but in order to do so you need to sacrifice someone you know that right, if you're trying to kill me to bring Geto back then it's not possible, you'll destroy the body" said Kenjaku out of breath.

"They didn't lie when they said you're ancient, I can tell now.. I have to sacrifice yeah but not necessarily a physical one, I do things differently, it will be a soul, and it's yours" you said with a dirty smirk.

You shut your eyes tightly, tracing Geto's soul energy that was felt. Using a secret and unusual ritual you resurrected his lost soul.

You summoned Geto back, Kenjaku's presence was slowly fading into nothingness, Geto's soul taking over the body once again. Everyone watched his body on the ground, slowly twitching fighting to gain consciousness.

Your eyes shifted to Mahito, you started walking towards him, your eyes darkening as if you were possessed , empowered by ancient souls of old shamans. By your aura, now everyone can tell why you're the strongest.

Being arrogant his whole existence, Mahito actually thought he stood a chance against you after witnessing how you finished off one of the greatest sorcerers across the centuries. He attacked you, thinking he was fast, he out his hand on your shoulder but in a split second before he can actually think of his next move you did the same and placed your small hand on his chest;

"Idle transfiguration" those words left your mouth smoothly, and you watched how his body exploded under your soft touch.

Silence fell over the place, witnessing how you destroyed Mahito easily as if he was nothing.

"What the hell?" said a honey-like voice,

Everyone looked around and it was Geto standing, trying to understand what happened.

"Satoru?" he added softly,

"Suguru" said gojo and ran towards his bestfriend,

He hugged him tightly, unable to process that he's alive and standing right in front of him. Unable ti believe he was real. You brought geto, you brought his bestfriend back, your heart ached for the years full of pain and regret Gojo had to endure, for the nightmares that visited him every night. You smiled to yourself as you saw both of them hug each other hoping that the nightmares will finally leave him alone.

"Suguru, this is my wife, Y/n" said Gojo introducing you to his bestfriend,

But before you could react or say anything, you unexpectedly fell on your knees, the world around you spinning, you over used your curse energy for a beginner. Summoning Geto's soul back took a lot of effort but it was all worth it.

"YN!!!"

.......

You woke up in the hospital, you can feel every bone in your body hurt like a bitch. You looked around, many smiling faces were looking at you.

"SENSEI WELCOME BACK" yelled Yuuji happily.

"Shush Yuji you're so loud, she just woke up" said Megumi in an annoyed tone.

"Baby, are you feeling better?" said Gojo holding your hand, his thumb caressing your soft skin.

"Satoru! mhm I'm fine" you whispered tiredly,

Your head was pounding and you felt really sleepy.

"Ehm your family came to see you baby" he added,

"What?"

You looked at the other side and then you saw your family sitting there in the corner, hesitantly trying to start a conversation with you.

"Mom? Dad?" you said in confusion, not expecting to see then after all this time.

"Come one guys let's give them some privacy hm?" said Gojo pushing his students out.

"Satoru! can you stay please!" you spoke softly, not wanting to stay alone with them cuz you know it might be awkward and you felt too weak and needed your husband to support you.

The others left the room and now you were laying on bed, Gojo holding your hand and your family trying their best to find the right words.

"Yn, my dear we're glad you're okay" begun your mom.

"We were extremely worried about you, when we heard that you had a fight with Kenjaku we thought that you got hurt" added your dad.

"You grew stronger Y/n! we're ready proud of you" said one of your siblings.

You looked at them then at Gojo, you didn't know what to say, it was really awkward. Your family did hurt you the most, and you were expecting them to apologize not to casually show up at the hospital.

"I don't know what to say, I really don't" you spoke, trying not to cry.

"Yn!! we know we failed as parents, we didn't treat you fairly, we messed up and we didn't realize then that it affected you, you always seemed strong, silent.. you didn't show that you were hurting because of us, you seemed normal—"

"Just because I don't speak about it doesn't mean I'm not feeling it mom!"

"We're so sorry about that my sweet Yn. I wish we can make it up for you"

"How? by being present now? after abandoning and neglecting me for years? I know, you came to see me just because I became like you; a sorcerer not because I'm your daughter right?"

"No no baby no, you're our daughter, our sweet Yn! we confess our mistakes, we mistreated you, and you didn't deserve that, not even a bit. I wasn't a good mother, I should have asked you how you felt, I shouldn't take your silence as an answer"

"We failed you Yn and you have every right to cut us off your life. But just know that we love you, and we realized our mistakes really late. We thought that you were living your best life when you got married, we didn't know about the abduction we didn't know about your suffering..and it's our fault because we should've reached out" explained your father.

"We should've been there for you, but just know that sorcerer or not, we love you for who you are Yn" added your mom trying not to cry, but a tear betrayed her. They started walking towards the door,

"We'll let you rest, Gojo take good care of her" he said his voice cracking.

"Wait!" you said,

"I know you messed up, you did hurt me the most, you made me feel neglected, different, weak and pathetic. You were the reason I found comfort in isolation rather than with you. Now I don't know if you mean this apology or not but I don't wanna cut you off. Family remains family whether we love it or hate it. Maybe it's kinda late to try to fix things with me, since the damage is already here in me. But I do forgive you, you fed me and provided a shelter for me when I was a kid, and I can't forget about that" you added in a sad tone but deep inside you were happy to see them again and to hear them apologize.

"Oh baby" said your mom and hugged you, joined by your father and siblings.

Satoru watched with a smile, he felt bad for you. He was ashamed of what he did, he didn't know you felt that way, he didn't know you felt so alone. He didn't know you were neglected by your own family.

"Come on, Gojo" said your mom

"Yes son in law, join us in this family hug" added you dad pulling Gojo as well.

.....

Now you were alone with Gojo, your family is at Jujutsu High with the rest if the teachers and students preparing for a party that your husband had planned as a surprise.

*knock knock*

"Oh he's here! come in" said Satoru

The door was pushed open and it was Geto. You got into a sitting position.

"Hello" he said softly,

You smiled and nodded as he took a seat next to Gojo.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked,

"Yeah I'm fine thank you, what about you? how are you feeling?"

"Alive"

"Suguru wanted to see you and check up on you, he's a shy person tho, just like you.. I think you'll get along well" said Gojo jokingly,

"Thank you for- I don't know what to say, from bringing me to life again, even though I don't deserve it—"

"I think everyone deserves a second chance!" you reassured.

Geto smiled,

"Thank you, then I'll make sure to make the best out of this chance.. I won't fall into the trap of my old mistakes that got me killed" he giggled,

"What now you're gonna tease me for that?" said Gojo rolling his eyes,

"Nah Satoru, I know I deserved it, I was a jerk with that mindset and ideology"

"Oh I'm glad you realized that now"

You looked at both if them giggling at how they started bickering.

"Thank you Yn you're the reason I'm reunited with my best friend once again, thank you for giving us this chance to find each other again" said Geto truly grateful,

"Everyone deserves a best friend" you smiled,

"I thought you wanted to punish me, but you ended up bringing my best friend back, you always amaze me, I don't deserve you Yn, you're too kind for this world, even though a few hours ago you were completely ruthless with Mahito".

"That bitch totally deserved it" you exclaimed.

"Oh that attitude I fucking love it" said Satoru and pressed a kiss on your lips,

"Ahem, so I'll be in Jujutsu High" said Geto clearing his throat, feeling like a third wheel.

"Yeah we'll be there in an hour"

...

• Time Skip •

As you stepped into Jujutsu High, hand in hand with your husband Gojo, you blinked in surprise as you took in the sight before you; tables adorned with delicate flowers and twinkling lights. In front of you, stood your friends and family, gathered together to welcome you. But it wasn't just any celebration – it was a second wedding party.

Gojo got on one knee and looked up at you, you raised your eyebrows in confusion.

"S-satoru what are you doing?"

"Baby, we didn't get to celebrate our wedding properly. We both hated it at first, it was forced on us, we weren't happy back then, but now..now we are! With time we realized that getting married was the right thing to do, not for the prophecy no, but for ourselves, you summoned a buried part of me I didn't know it existed, a softness, a feeling I was carving for years but wasn't able to experience it, till you made it possible. I fell head over heels for you Y/n and I'll continue to love you till my last breath. Y/n will you marry me again?"

Tears welled in your eyes, it was too emotional. On one hand, you felt a surge of gratitude for the effort your family and friends had put into creating such a beautiful moment, a memory you would cherish forever. And on the other hand, your husband Gojo, you realized how much you love him, and that he's the one you'll be spending the rest if your life with, you complete each other, and you need each other.

"I do, and I'll never leave you" you said and at the same time you answered the question that he asked you yesterday but wasn't able to answer him because you got interrupted.

Everyone started clapping and cheering for you, as he spun you around and gave you as long passionate kiss, the sun glowing above you all.

You spent the rest of the day and night celebrating, chatting together, everyone got along, and you for real got along well with Suguru, you were joking together and making fun of Gojo, joined by Shojo who was the happiest, the smile never leaving her face. A smile that she missed for years. You brought their memories to life again and helped them to make new memories as well, memories they'll remember for a life time. Nanami, is now more open, no longer annoyed by Gojo but rather more grateful for the beautiful chaos around him, the chaos that used to annoy him, now all their laughter and loud voices are music to his ear, it made him feel less lonely, it made him realize that life is worth living if you're with the right ones. Your family were there as well, they were Yuji's victims, he couldn't stop talking to them on how amazing you are, and how you helped him as a teacher.

What a night, full of laughter, love and joy.

...

You looked at Gojo who was sleeping peacefully beside you, you kissed his cheek and then out on a jacket and walked outside. You wanted to watch the sunrise. You wanted to see the merging colors, the way the sun rays will take over the darkness and shine up the world announcing a new day ahead.

"Going somewhere?" asked Gojo in a sleepy voice , yawning.

"Nah just here waiting for the sunrise"

"Oh I thought you're escaping me" he said and circled his arms around you in a protective and firm way.

"Me escape you? come on don't be silly! I know you won't let me leave"

"Of course I won't! you belong here, you belong to me, to my arms, once you're locked here there's no escape"

You giggled, pressing a kiss on his neck.

"Wanna get a better view if the sunrise?" he added.

"Hm?"

Without answering you, he used his teleportation skills to get you up on that hill where he found you that night where both of you confessed and shared your first kiss.

"Damn I gotta get used to you teleporting me everywhere" you joked,

"We'll get a better view from here"

You laid your head on his chest, taking into the moment and started speaking softly,

"You know sunsets used to be my favorite, I used to prefer it over sunrise"

"Any specific reason?" he asked, wanting to know more on what's going inside that head of yours.

"I wanted my life to end, I wanted that for years, so I kinda related to the sunset. Convincing myself that endings can be beautiful too, just like the sunset, trying to romanticize death, make it less scary. At least if I didn't live beautifully then I can die beautifully. But now I can relate more to the sunrise, I no longer wanna die, not now at least, I wanna live- my life now feels like sunrise a new beg—"

"Beginning- a new beginning" said Gojo interrupting you "I understand that feeling very well"

"How?" you asked,

"You broke my curse too, you broke it by another curse, or at least what I used to believe was a curse"

"What curse?"

"Love Y/n! Love is the most twisted curse of them all...." he paused and looked at you and then added, "But even if it's a curse, I still wanna feel it, as long as it's with you. I'd let my soul burn so you can feel my warmth, you've made my life a heaven cuz you're the greatest blessing I've ever had in my life" he leaned down a kissed your forehead.

"Satoru—"

"It was meant for us, we were meant to be together. Both of us experienced different things but ended up feeling the same thing; loneliness. I was the most wanted, feared and respected even by my enemies, I was up too high but too lonely, in the contrary, you were looked down even by your own family and ended up isolating and feeling the loneliness for years. That proves that what you felt, what you had been through is not your fault, it was never your fault. We were on opposite ends of the spectrum but ended up dealing with the same. But when we found each other, everything changed, I felt alive, I felt that I have a purpose in life, a reason to wake up each morning and feel excited and thankful that I'm breathing.. You saved me Y/n! You saved me from myself, from my loneliness. You just made my black and white life, colorful, you put an end to my nightmares... I love you."

"I love you too Satoru" you said, a tear of happiness rolling down your cheek.

Both of you kissed, as the sun light glowed on the horizon, announcing a new day, a new beginning, a new intake of oxygen and a new chapter. .

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Shang Tsung x Fox!reader

The reader is only based off my mk oc by having fox ears and a tail. Also the background is similar, but there is no plot here for the most part so that doesn't really matter. Also you can imagine Shang as the MK11 or MK1 I didn't really have a particular one in mind. THIS IS NSFW SO MDNI FFS!!!

Warnings: Rough sex, tail pulling, reader has a shock collar that is controlled by Shang's magic, Shang likes to tease reader by playing with her ears and tail, Reader is a female, fingering, dirty talk, Shang likes to hit it from behind (doggy style), little ass slapping, Shang is possessive, Shang is probably OOC because I only played MK11 lol

"Shang a-ah!" I squirm away as he pets my ears, he threw me on the bed a while ago and has had me trapped underneath him. It wasn't fair that he could tease me like this. "S-stop that y'know my ears are sensitive!" I say as I struggle under his hold.

"And that's exactly why I'm playing with them, your reactions are just too cute and it doesn't help that your ears are soft" He smirks as he continues to brush his hand against my ears. Suddenly his hand grabs my tail, I let out a started yelp and my face flushes. "S-shang pleaseee" I beg and squirm while he runs his hand up and down my tail.

"Don't act so shy now y'know you like it, c'mon you can handle it" He nibbles on my ear and suddenly I'm flipped over on my stomach. "h-huh Shang?!mmph!-" my face is shoved into the bed as he presses himself into me. "Shhh let this happen okay? You know you want" His tongue licks across my neck and bites down, nibbling on several places.

My tail swishes back and forth slowly, betraying me. God damnit tail stop swishing don't give him the satisfaction of knowing I'm enjoying this! I hear Shang laugh and his breath tickles my neck. His warm hands glide along my body and rest on my hips. His fingers tease the band of my shorts. He yanks them down and the cold air hits me like a bus. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I feel his stare on my lower half.

His fingers ghost over my my wetness while his other slowly slides up under my shirt and cups my breast. His fingers slide up and tease my clit and then slide down and pump inside me. "A-ah!" I moan out as his fingers curl and hits all the right places. My fingers grip the sheets and my tail fluffs out and swishes faster the closer I get to my orgasm.

"I haven't even put my cock in you and your already coming undone? Go ahead and cum on my fingers" He pumps his fingers faster and his thumb circles my clit and soon my body twitches as I cum hard all over his fingers. "Shang! Ahh f-fuck!" I moan out as my tail shoots out accidentally smacking Shang in the face. I look back and see him grimacing "S-sorry heh.." my tail falls by my side as he pulls his fingers out of me with a squelch and moves his hand from my boob. He sighs "I let you make a mess on my fingers and you repay me with hitting me in the face with your tail...what am I gonna do with you?" He pops his fingers in his mouth slowly sucking and licking while maintaining eye contact with me.

I let out a whimper and my pussy clenches around nothing. "Please Shang fuck me already, I'm said I was sorry.." He slowly pulls them out of his mouth with a loud pop, a string of saliva following him. His eyes bore into me and I look away and my eyes fall onto the big bulge begging to pop out of his pants. He chuckles and slaps my ass "My eyes are up here" He tugs at his pants and let's his cock spring free.

I bite my lip in anticipation, Shang cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink. He teases me as he lets his tip glide along my folds. My hips wiggle trying to get him to hurry up. He slaps my ass again "Be patient" He then pushes the tip inside me slowly pulling it out slightly and then back inside. I whine and shove my face back into the bed. Shang then forces all of himself inside of me. My tail shoots out again but it doesn't hit him. I let out a high moan and my toes curl.

My pussy clenches hard around his length eliciting a low groan from him. His pace is slow at first and then picks up. He pounds into me hard and his hand is gripping onto my hip so hard that it will surely leave a bruise. I let out a moan when he suddenly grabs my tail and yanks it back. "Your mine all mine, no matter how much the other guys flirt with you, they could never fill you up like this, make you feel so good. Your my pet no one else can have you" With a flick of his wrist he turns on the collar and a small shock of volts electrocute me.

I moan loudly and my body twitches on him. I mumble curses into the sheets and my tail flicks in his hold. What brought out this so suddenly? Sure the people I fight can be flirtatious sometimes, but it's not like I always reciprocate. "Say that your mine, say that no one else can make you feel this good, that I ruined you for everyone else!" He yanks harder on my tail making me whimper.

"Fuck! Ahh Shang I'm all yours mmph! N-no one else but you could ever make me feel as good as you do! A-ah! I'm Soo closee please let me cum all over you please!" I loudly moan out and push my ass flush against his hips. Shang smirks and leans down to harshly bite and suck on my neck. He kisses and licks making sure to mark me. "C'mon then baby cum all over me, coat my cock like a good pet" He whispers and his free hand travels down to my clit to run fast circles over it.

His pace gets harsher and faster trying to chase his high as well. "Fuck c'mon cum and scream my name! Show everyone in this place that your mine and only I can make you feel how good!" With a few more thrusts of his hips I'm cumming all over him " Fuck S-shang ahh!" Im practically yelling with how loud I'm moaning his name. Soon Shang slammed into me with a deep gutteral moan and shoots his warm sticky cum inside me. Painting my insides with his seed.

My body collapses on the bed and I'm left panting. Shang flips my body over and grins down at me. "Dont give out out on me now we're only just starting" I feel his cock twitching inside me still hard and needy. My eyes widen and I blush at the sight of Shang's disheveled form. His hair is messy and a few baby hairs cling to his forehead. His face is flushed a deep shade of red. I lick my lips and wrap my legs around his waist. "C'mon then show me what you can do, my lord~"

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COD FF // Callsign: Sunshine // Ch. 39: New Threads

hi happy saturday here's a new one wheeeeee

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Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 39: New Threads

Rating: 18+ !!MDNI!! Chapters: 39/? WC: 102,804 Pairing(s): TF141 x F!Reader (You) Chapter Warnings: Explicit language Chapter Excerpt (🚨spoilers!!🚨):

Either Cap is sleeping with the light on or he's still awake. You've been standing outside his room for a few minutes. Debating whether or not to disturb him. You've never been to his room before. Never even been close to it -- his room is actually one of the suites at the furthest end of the hall, past all the others. For some reason, that realization had made you feel a little sad. You resolve to visit him more often, unsure if the others ever make a point to. 

You're not entirely sure why the thought of Cap up here by himself all the time suddenly occupies so much of your brain space. Maybe it's the conversation you'd had with him...oh. That morning. God. It'd only been that morning. 

It felt like forever and minutes ago all at once. 

The hall is quiet. And dark -- none of the sconces are lit. Everything feels...still. All you can hear is the constant, pervasive whine in your eardrums. It's as unsettling as it is aggravating, and you've got to make a concerted effort not to grind your teeth together in annoyance. You absently massage the hinges of your jaw as you stare at the crystal knob of Cap's bedroom door.

He's been up here for...hours. Alone. After everything, it...it just doesn't sit right. Still, the others hadn't seemed all that worried. Maybe he wants to be alone. You waffle back and forth in the dark.

The errant image of the Captain's face just before he'd pulled the trigger finally draws one hand up to knock faintly, the sound somehow louder than you intend amidst the muffled silence of the hallway.

"Cap?" 

You hear some shuffling. Papers, you think. Feet. You hear him clear his throat. "Come in," he says, his voice gruff. 

You turn the handle and push, the dim light of his room temporarily illuminating the hallway as you open and close the door behind you. You lightly press your back against it and take in the room before you: tidy and sparse. Like a hotel room waiting for its next guest. White carpet, white curtains, white bed linens. The only tell that someone lives here is the man himself, seated at his desk, his head in his hands. There's a small oil lamp lit by his bedside. Another a few inches from his elbow. They cast an eerie glow over the barren space. Highlighting what it lacks. 

You approach him with featherlight steps. You're still barefoot. It's not entirely logical, but you hadn't really felt like putting shoes on when you'd changed. You realized outside that, even in the cold, it was nice to feel something tactile beneath your feet. Grounding. In a weird, poetic way, it made you feel more connected to -- things. More at home in your body. More human. As a result, though, the carpet tickles your bare soles as you move, forcing you up on your tiptoes. 

He looks...small. Vulnerable. He's only in a tee shirt and boxer shorts. 

"Captain?"

He releases his face to look up at you, wan and exhausted. He forces a smile, wiggling his mustache. "What can I do for you, Sunshine?"

"Oh...nothing, I just...I wanted to see how you were."

He blinks, his expression carefully blank. And then promptly stands, crossing the room to his dresser, turning his back to you and avoiding your gaze. "I'm fine." He opens it, its doors creaking, and begins to rummage around for something. Pants -- he picks out a pair of them and pulls them on. 

You follow him tentatively. Soft steps. Tiptoes. His demeanor is icy. Not the Cap you're familiar with. But you still recognize what he's doing. He's closing himself off from you. Throwing up a wall. You scramble to hop over it before the jump is out of your reach.

"Sorry, I just...I thought you, um..."

"Whatever you thought -- unthink it. I'm fine."

You pause, taken aback. The brusqueness, abruptness. Your blood simmers a little as you fight the urge to snap back at him.

"But you--"

"I'm fine."

"Cap--"

He snaps the button of his pants and sighs. "Leave it alone, Sunny."

You bristle again -- the dismissal is chafing you more than it really should. But still, you push. Your fists clench at your sides and you take a step toward him. "It's just, you came up here by y--"

"Please. Just drop it."

It's the way his voice cracks that does it. You stop. What you'd initially read as outright rejection now comes through more clearly as...sorrow. Desperation. Maybe some fear. You sag against his bed, inviting yourself to sit. 

"Okay," you placate softly, trying to search his face. He still won't look at you. "Okay..."

He walks to you slowly, his head hung. Sinks down by your side. His scent drifts to you, mint and tobacco. Involuntarily, you lean into him. You lean so far that your head finds a spot to rest on his shoulder. He goes very still. You almost pull away, another apology on your tongue, but then he settles his cheek against you. 

You relax a little. It's a start -- this quiet...whatever it is. It's a good sign. You think.

Comfort is...hard to give. For you, anyway. Maybe it's easier for other people. But you always struggle. You're clumsy and awkward and bullish, which, to be fair, seems to be your way around most things, not just this.

But...for your friends, you'll always try anyway. Even if they deserve better. Even if all you can offer is the attempt itself. 

"I'm sorry," you eventually whisper. "That you had to be the one...," you trail off. Still unwilling to voice the truth aloud. Unsure if you can. Wary of how he might react to hearing it. 

"It had to be done," he croaks. 

Your eyes shutter closed. "Still...I should've...it should've been me."

His hand slides off his lap to grip your thigh -- close to your knee. Intimate, but...chaste. You stare at it, somewhat surprised. 

"Everything happened the way it was supposed to," he says. "Don't...don't worry about me, alright?"

"I will, anyway."

He lets out a dry snort. "Stubborn."

You give him a playful shove with your side and fall back into silence. Your brain is gnawing on his dismissal. His fight to hide from you.

You get it, to a certain degree, especially in this line of work. Endurance is a critical skill. Pain tolerance. Physical and mental fortitude.

But...for some things...sometimes...it's easier to endure what grieves you while someone is there to hold your hand. 

You should let it rest. Let him rest. But...he said it himself, didn't he? You're stubborn.

"He was a good man," you venture gently.

Cap nods, his beard tangling in your hair. "He was."

"Did you know him a long time?"

"As long as I've known Kate."

"How...how long is that?"

He blows out a breath. "Ah, I dunno. Fifteen years, at least."

"That's...that's awhile."

"Aye."

"He...was your friend?"

"He was."

Silence. You're silent at that. What is there to say? 

Your heart must be made of stone by now, broken and reforged as it has been, over and over. Coated in calluses and scars and craters. A freshly mined gemstone, rough still coating its edges. 

You'd let the Captain shoot his friend. His friend of fifteen years, you'd let him do it. You'd seen the look in his eyes and hadn't intervened. Had hardly even tried. The gemstone splits down the middle, but it isn't a glittering ruby inside. No. Black tar spills out.

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Fast Pace-11

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', mention of sexual assault, old man being creepy (Fred Vasseur ofc), nudity, tell me if I missed any

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Part 10~Part 12

There is an extremely fine line between want and need. Those born rich believe everything is a need. Oh no, my 14k turquoise necklace hasn't been polished, but I needed it for my gala. Not a want. Need, is something you cannot live without. Need is something that kills you. That burns you when you don't have it.

You need water, or else you'll dry up and turn to ash. You need food, or else your stomach will eat you until there is nothing left of you. You need air or else your lungs will collapse and you drown in your own gooey flesh.  

To you, it felt quite obvious. You need Carlos and Carlos wants you. You need him, or else you would've been kicked out of your apartment. Left to starve as you roam the streets, dirty and unwanted. To ashamed to ask for help, or even tell those who really should be caring for you about your situation.

He just wants you. In your eyes you were just something to keep him busy. To tickle his fancy. Cure his boredom when he's not working his body and mind to the bone. Aid him when the nights become too long. Or show him a good time when it all become too much. He could live without you.  

But, when you think about it, maybe your need was just a want. A tinkle of laziness that your exhaustion had brought fourth. If you were truly honest with yourself, you would've realised that you don't need him. You could easily find a better job somewhere else now that you'd worked your way up the ladder.

You would've been fine. And is his want maybe a need? You thought he was living the extravagant life. Girls on each arm, spending money left and right just for a few laps around the track. But last night, he has shown you the true crack in his walls.  

You see now. The pressure is tough, like the diamonds used to mine more diamonds. The extreme heat the tires are forced to endure. At the end of each race, they crumble and melt. Ripping apart in splinters of their former design. After each race, they're discarded, no reason to use something that's been under that amount of stress, right?

And yet, after each race, Carlos does it again. Billions of people, depending on him, willing him to fulfill their desires. You are the water that cools the heat of mining equipment. The heat gun that warms the tires. The safe haven that he's been needing.  

You see now that you are so much more to him. You see that you need to be so much more for him. He is in need and you must give more. Or else, he might just break and crumble and tear and there will be nothing left of your dear Carlos.  

"Carlos! Wait before you start." He looks so imposing with his whole race outfit on. His helmet makes him look so much taller. You grab him by that very same helmet and pull him down to your level. You open his visor and place a kiss on his cheek. "Pole position, for me?" Now, now is when he blushes. He doesn't answer you, he doesn't make any promises. 

This is the first time you've ever initiated contact. He's always been the first to kiss your forehead. To pull you closer to him. To hug you when you hurt, to care for you when you yourself don't want to. But you've deciphered his words. You see now that he is a chivalrous man who will not touch you, unless you take the first step. That is why you must train your body, treat it with highest honour. He doesn't want to hurt you.  

But as you watch him race by from the garage, and the clock so dreadfully ticks by, you can feel the adrenaline in your toes. All the way up to your heart, beating so loudly you might just faint. "He's doing it!" You yelp, mostly for yourself. It's not like anyone else would listen. Especially with his extremely possessive behaviour all morning. 

He didn't let you out of his site. If he had meetings, you had to wait outside. If he had media, you'd be in the room next door. Walking from place to place, his hand is on your hip. You remember, Ilsa had sent you a video of him at the media conference. You haven't told anyone about yesterday, it's far too private. For you and for him and for no one else to see or hear about.  

"Carlos, this has been an incredibly difficult year for Ferrari. While Charles is quick to anger, you manage to stay positive, how so?" He thought for a moment, licking his lips, combing his fingers through his hair. "My girlfriend, you know she's new to all this. She doesn't know about my failures. In her eyes I'm a superhero. As long as that doesn't change, I have nothing to complain about."  

The checkered flag is waved, time is up. It takes a moment for your eyes to focus, and even longer to believe it. He did it. Pole position. He actually did it. The whole garage is overcome with shouts of excitement. Everyone is jumping up and down, hugging each other, clapping hands.

You can see some engineers even want to do the same with you. Feeling moved by the pure elated joy. At the same time, you see the memories of his growls and flares flash before their eyes. That's alright. You barely know them after all. You're not for them.  

Still you join them in the barracks. He climbs out of his car, jumping up and down, you can only imagine how heavy his helmet must be. His eyes search the crowd, needing you. He needs to see you celebrate for him, just the same that you celebrate each time he makes it alive out of the car. Before his team gets their hands on him, his hands are on you. Hugging you tight, as if his life depends on it.  

The sharp steel of the barricade digs into your skin, but you don't care. You'd face the worst pain all just for him. It is so strange to believe how a fight can bring you so much closer together. Anything for him.

"You did it! You did it!" They all scream but Carlos can only hear your voice. He throws off his helmet as fast as he can. Carlos ignores his engineers and team principal. Instead he places a kiss on your cheek, the first return of a more intimate physical touch. "All for you, mi princessa."  

The team principal places his hand on your shoulder, while Carlos does his interview. "Christ, what did you do to him?" He has a wide smile on his face and clearly means it only with kindness, but you can't help but think of how tight Carlos held you last night. Every time you would stir he'd squeeze you. In his sleep he would whisper in fear, mumbling about how he just can't lose you.

And you can't help but wonder how much longer he can keep going with this game you're playing? Not just that, how much longer can he keep doing this job. Just for these moments that come only once a year.  

Yes he's smiling now, clearly beaming with joy. Not even an incline of last night's fear in his eyes. But how much longer can the both of you keep going? Waiting for him to crash into the wall. Waiting for the day that you get the call. Waiting for the day that you break and this relationship too ends in a violent crash.

Is it worth the smiles he has now? That fast paced thrill, is it worth the sudden stop? Because you can't keep racing forever and you can't keep this up forever. When is the point that you are more? More than just a money-spender? 

"Nothing," you shrug, know he won't understand your next words. "I just gave him a kiss on the cheek before the qualifying." The principal gives a boisterous laugh and then puts both his hands on your shoulders. "Well damn, next time why don't you sleep with him beforehand." 

He laughs, but you feel a strange churn in your stomach. The uncomfortable dissociation that every woman has felt. You feel like a toy, a ticket to his success. Like a piece of the card that they'll discard when it stops working. You feel much more  like an object than your very own Sugar Daddy ever made you feel.  

But his scent overcomes you before you can even open your mouth. That classic scent of Dior musk and freshly iron shirts. But now, more than ever, he's got this overwhelmingly masculine scent about him. The sweat from a hot race and the smell of the burnt rubber is all around you.

He's right in front of you. Carlos takes his team principal's hand and rips it off your shoulders. "Don't fucking touch her." Now that his helmet is off, his gaze is so much stronger. Anger, fueled by that similar to the Ferrari car he'd just been racing with. 

He turns around to continue with his duties but quickly stops in his tracks. "Actually, don't ever come fucking near her again." His hands, no longer gloved, reach under your arms and pull you over the barracked. You can't see anything, there are millions of flashes going off. Cameras, everywhere. Perfect, this will be the word on everyone's tongue.

Carlos takes your hand in his and practically drags you to his driver's room. "Carlos, you're being dramatic! It wasn't that serious!" He slams the door shut, you can feel the anger radiating from him.  

He turns to you, not a single sign of anger towards you in his eyes. But the fury is still there. "Not that serious? Mi dulce niña, you're crying." What? He moves in your space, his hands on your cheeks. No, no it can't be. You're over it, it's been more than three years you have to be over it. You sigh, admiring the new Prada heels you’re wearing, while wiping the tears from your cheeks.  

Your shoulders lift and then drop again. “It just brought back some bad memories. But he wasn’t doing anything wrong towards me.” His jaw locks and you can see he wants to say so much more. “Bad memories?” His touch is even softer now, his brows furrow together. “Yes Carlos, every girl has been assaulted it doesn’t make me special.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Who? Tell me now.”  

A sigh escapes you and you take his hands in his. “Don’t do this, Carlos.” He shakes his head, “No, you can’t ask that of me.” You dry up all your tears in an instant. “It won’t happen again. With you by my side, I’m sure it won’t. So, let’s not focus on it, yeah? You have plenty to do, I’m sure.” You can see his mind is torn between you and his driver duties. He could get in a lot of trouble if he stays here much longer. At the same time, he cares so much for you.  

“Okay, okay. Let’s do that. But, if this happens again, you’ll tell me, yes?” You nod, bringing his face close to you and kissing him on the cheek. “I’ll be okay.” He smiles, forced but still. “Go, go enjoy yourself. You’ve worked hard for this.” This time, the smile is more real as he is reminded of his new victory.   

I speed down the highway, the Ferrari Spider I had loaned for her goes 120km/h. I can see on the dashboard that the car is all the way in 5th gear. Yes, it’s nothing compared to the 360km/h I’m used to, but for her it’s as fast as she’ll ever go. Her hair is loose and wild in the wind. I’ve got the roof off, but still she hangs out of the window.  

Mi cosa bonita has got on the tiny red dress she had shown me the other day. The way she’s hanging, her dressed has hiked up all the way and is one slip up from having me pull over to the side of the road. The cut outs under her breast has a similar effect too. I keep my hand on her calve, to make sure she doesn’t get hurt.  

She’s put on her playlist, the whole car shakes as the speakers boom. She’s screaming every lyric at the top of her lungs. I don’t know any of them, most of them after all are in French. Not that I mind. Seeing her like this, enjoying herself more than ever, her body looking as delightful as can be, is already enough of a celebration to me.  

But as I pull up to the a nearby alcove, hidden away from the public, her eyes grow big. “Is what I think about to happen, about to happen?” She asks, allowing me to take her hand and lead her all the way down to the beach. There is no light but the moonlight. Stars light the path all the way down to the beach waves.  

Crashing down on each other, in a wild tumble and turn. “Carlos, I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” it’s September and there is a cold wind blowing in the air. Not quite Winter yet, but the first sign of it can be found on her pink cheeks. I take her hand in mine, unable to keep my body from hers for long. “I didn’t either, but isn’t it so lucky that we find ourself here after we’ve eaten. By a private beach, where no one can see us?”  

She hums and then wraps her arms around my neck. Her body is pressed up against mine, cold yes, but our friction together forces a warm heat in my loins. “What a strange coincidence,” her lips find my jawline. Placing kisses across my scruff. A delightful feeling that no other should ever be awarded. “Quel est votre plan pour moi, Monsieur?”  

Por Dios, she has me. She has all of me. Nothing I can give her would ever compare to this feeling. “Babygirl, si sigues hablando así, todos mis planes para ti se desmoronarán. Perderé todo el control de mí mismo.” She giggles and shakes her head. “Now we both have no idea what the other is saying.” I too laugh, “I suppose, but you could talk me in ancient tongues and I’d still understand.”  

She laughs and shakes her head, “Okay Shakespear,” my sweet girl lets go of me and turns around, allowing me to unzip her dress. As the dress falls over her shoulders, like water over glass, it is revealed that there is nothing else on her body, but the dress. My hands graze over shoulder, but lips just barely miss her skin as she walks off into the ocean.  

The scene reminds me of a young maiden being sacrificed to the ocean gods. Her beauty being too much for the earthlings to handle. Believing that such a fairness would cure their fish droughts. Am I her guardian? Sent with to ensure that she reaches the gods safely? Or maybe she is one of the Gods and I am only here to worship her. If that is so, it would be the easiest job I’ve ever done.  

At the same time, everything I could possibly do would ever match up to all that is her. Her laugh, her beauty, her kind nature that never wants and only takes what is given and never more. Nothing can be enough, but I will try until the day I die.

“Are you coming in or are just going to watch and stare?” She calls out, just her neck sticking out of the water as she bobs up and down with the waves. Within seconds, I hit the icy-cold water. A shock to all the nerves, more awake than ever. All exhaustion leaving the body as I’m woken, but still, I see she is not a dream.  

My arms reach her waist. Smooth soft waist, so much more skin than I’ve ever before been allowed to see, to touch. My lips find her collarbone, just barely above the water. I need her, I need her more than air. Her soft giggles as my beard tickles her skin. The water soothing the warm ache in my bone, luckily, she cannot see how much I want her as I kept my boxers on.  

“Carlos, I’m very proud of you.” Her soft delicate fingers intertwine in my now wet hair. Her makeup has been washed off, but she’s still just as beautiful. Her gracious up-do has also been wiped clean by the salty water. I cannot say anything that would truly compare to what those words mean to me. “Mi Amor, you don’t know how much that means to me.”  

She pulls me closer to her. Not a word is spoken between us, as we just hold each other. My head in the crook of her neck and her arms wrapped tightly around my head. My arms wrapped tightly around her waist; our bodies pressed tightly against each other. The waves pull and push us from side to side.  

I love her. I’ve known her five weeks now, but that is more than enough. I’ve watched her from afar from what felt like forever to me and now I have her in my arms forever even, if I have to burn the world down. Because this moment is ours and I’ll cherish this each time the world becomes too much.  

New York Times 

“Carlos Sainz’s million-euro watch stolen in front of his hotel.”  

Us Weekly 

“Y/N Y/S/N seen in Gioia Bini on the Paddock.”  

E! News 

“Y/N, Kika and Alexandra seen buying big in Milan.”  

Page Six 

“Carlos Sainz celebrating his Pole Position with a joy ride along with his girlfriend.”  

Glamour 

“Top Five of Y/N Y/S/N’s outfits so far.”  

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

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[ao3feed-blakeyang]

Winter Is Coming (Apart At The Seams)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/aBtlzMd by Skaea Daimonion (SkarmorySilver) The icy eldest child of the Schnee estate pays a visit to Menagerie's capital to evaluate her younger sister's team's part in the ongoing relief effort there, with help from the wife of the town's chieftain. Fed up with their seemingly inane antics, she soon decides to teach the Huntresses a ticklish lesson, only to learn in short order that they give as good as they get - and are determined to put a smile on her face for once... Words: 18706, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of TKLS Fandoms: RWBY Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Winter Schnee (RWBY), Weiss Schnee, Ruby Rose (RWBY), Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long, Kali Belladonna Relationships: Ruby Rose/Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long Additional Tags: Tickling, Fetish, F/F Tickling, Foot Fetish, One Shot, Commissioned Work, foot tickling, upperbody tickling, FF/F Tickling, FFFF/FF Tickling, FF/FFFF Tickling, Lee - Winter Schnee, Ler - Weiss Schnee, Lee - Kali Belladonna, Ler - Yang Xiao Long, Ler - Blake Belladonna, Lee - Weiss Schnee, Lee - Ruby Rose, Lee - Blake Belladonna, Lee - Yang Xiao Long, Ler - Kali Belladonna, Ler - Ruby Rose, Spoilers, Spoilers: RWBY, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/aBtlzMd

[potroasttheghostdogrants]

I'm bored on my day off, so, might as well get started.

First, to get it out of the way, might as well talk about the rules I set for myself for roster inclusions. I'm a fan of a lot of things, and if I just add every character I want it'd be insanity, so I set limits for myself, for if anyone sees my ramblings and gets an idea in their head.

The rules for roster inclusion are as follows. If a character violates more than a few of these, they aren't getting considered.

The character must have originated from a video game original franchise. If the video game in question is an adaptation of a given work, it must be originally distinctive enough from the original work to be considered entirely different works (imagine asking a five-year old what The Red Badge of Courage is when talking about Codename: Steam) This discounts things like American McGee's Alice, because it is still loosely adapted from the original novel, and all of the characters are still present and still go through the motions of the novel (the queen of hearts is still Alice's nemesis, the cheshire cat is still an unreliable guide, mysterious, and vaguely threatening, yet nonhostile outright, etc) This also discounts superhero game adaptations, even ones distinct from the film franchises. Spiderman could believably have an adventure like Spiderman PS5 in the Spiderman comics. Spiderman.

Addendum: The game or franchise in question must also not be entirely composed of exploitative practices like gambling, loot boxes, or gacha. They need at least half of the games in its history that does not have even a trace of these elements to qualify. Overwatch doesn't get a peek in, as popular as that is. I have zero interest in promoting corrupt business practices in a game I hold as dear as Smash Bros. Yes I know Nintendo isn't a bastian of customer appreciation either, but let's keep what little we DO have

The character must have a distinctive body type with all of these traits

They must have legs, and be capable of ambulation as a primary means of locomotion (no floaty fellas, no birds, no friend shapes, and yes Mewtwo floats but he's perfectly capable of walking with them gams). If they have multiple legs, they must be capable of standing bipedal at least some of the time without effort or upright in some capacity when idle. No spines to the sky (Sorry Rapidash)

They must have a functioning "arm" that is capable of grabbing and manipulating an object with a mechanism like the Ray Gun or rationally wind up and swing the Home Run Bat. Gotta have tickle sticks or at least have a history of doing this without them being visible, like Animal Crossing villagers (sorry Nosepass)

They must be capable of "falling" in some capacity, amd be affected by gravity (without just being knocked unconscious) even if capable of flight, no floating outright or continued levitation or flying (sorry Magnemite) They must be able to take to the air from being grounded with some effort. If they can move in three dimensions freely (as in, not even like, deliberately activating their floating power thay wasn't active previously) that's a no go.

The character in question must have a degree of physicality in their home game to realistically derive a moveset from without making things up wholesale. The Night Guard from FNAF sits on his fat ass all night, he's not whacking Jiggs with his flashlight. Otherwise this is fanfiction, which I encourage but that's not what *my* ramblings are (or are they? I guess???) Yes, Cap and by extension F-Zero is grandfathered into this rule, because he was around when the rules were fast and loose and not set (he was almost going against James Bond in 64 because Goldeneye was such a success for the Nintendo 64 ffs)

In the event that a character has met all of these criteria, and belong to a franchise with a large (over 50) roster of characters, all of whom are viable by meeting the same criteria, they must be extremely important or otherwise representative to the canon, meta, or fanon of multiple games in the franchise in question, either directly, with multiple appearances, through lore, or in the meta sense of fan recognition (Cloud Strife for Final Fantasy as the fan favorite, Simon Belmont for Castlevania for being the FIRST Belmont, Sub-Zero as one of the mascots and key characters of Mortal Kombat) This rule weighs heavier than preceeding ones. This is to limit franchises like Final Fantasy and Fire Emblem from dominating the roster.

The character in question helps present a "nutshell" of their franchise with their inclusion. This rule weighs stronger than the others, and can supersede not meeting other criteria if this one is met to a satifying enough degree. What this means is that their inclusion in their franchise is noteworthy, but more noteworthy would their absence. That is the qualifier for this rule. Starter pokemon for instance may not be fan favorites or fully bipedal, but adding any grass type starter pokemon would help a newcomer understand what to expect if they were to try out a pokemon game. If a pokemon game didn't have a grass type starter, that would be included under a trivia tab for the game. Someone would make a note of it. What this means is someone like Rowlet has a greater chance of getting in than say Gastly.

And that's it so far. I may have to return to this post and update the list, and this is mostly to justify an exclusion more than anything else.

Honorable mentions, not necessarily a requirement for inclusion, but something that elevates a character's chances of getting in if the above conditions are already met:

The character in question is an iconic, recognizable part of the franchise

The character in question represents either an entirely new gameplay concept or visual aesthetic Smash has seen thus far

The character or franchise is important in some positive capacity to gaming media and gaming history as a whole

So there's the list. I made these rules back in the Smash 4 days when I really started to write this stuff down. However, you may note, that all of those physicality and recognizability requirements I set specifically so that I wouldn't allow myself to just include every pokemon I liked so that I wouldn't unfairly represent the franchises I liked, are specifically violated in recent memory by this mf right here:

..................

So now I guess all mf bets are off huh Sakurai

The rules will stay, solely to limit myself, but a lot of this stuff is still kind of outdated, because it's one game older than current discussion, but I have adapted to make them work as I see it in Smash Ultimate and beyond.

[ao3feed-blakeyang]

Winter Is Coming (Apart At The Seams)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/viT4yXt by Skaea Daimonion (SkarmorySilver) The icy eldest child of the Schnee estate pays a visit to Menagerie's capital to evaluate her younger sister's team's part in the ongoing relief effort there, with help from the wife of the town's chieftain. Fed up with their seemingly inane antics, she soon decides to teach the Huntresses a ticklish lesson, only to learn in short order that they give as good as they get - and are determined to put a smile on her face for once... Words: 18738, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of TKLS Fandoms: RWBY Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Winter Schnee (RWBY), Weiss Schnee, Ruby Rose (RWBY), Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long, Kali Belladonna Relationships: Ruby Rose/Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long Additional Tags: Tickling, Fetish, F/F Tickling, Foot Fetish, One Shot, Commissioned Work, foot tickling, FF/F Tickling, FFFF/FF Tickling, FF/FFFF Tickling, Lee - Winter Schnee, Ler - Weiss Schnee, Lee - Kali Belladonna, Ler - Yang Xiao Long, Ler - Blake Belladonna, Lee - Weiss Schnee, Lee - Ruby Rose, Lee - Blake Belladonna, Lee - Yang Xiao Long, Ler - Kali Belladonna, Ler - Ruby Rose, Spoilers, Spoilers: RWBY, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Upper body tickling, Non-Consensual Tickling, Ler - Winter Schnee, Winter Schnee Needs a Hug, Good Parent Kali Belladonna, Team RWBY are Little Shits read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/viT4yXt

[missamyrisa2]

Purpley Giggly Musings 3/1/22

There's probably a vast graveyard of tickle videos lost to time. I know I have a handful in my collection that may not exist anywhere else. Mostly because they're not any good. Like I have a few from a tickle studio named Tickling Down Under, an Australian company that existed for maybe a year. They had some nice setups with cute non-model looking girls and used a lot of feathers and makeup brushes. But the tickling was boring and the ticklees never laughed, giggled, or squirmed. I have a collection of videos from a middle aged English couple who operated their own site, I think it was called T-A productions. It was all F/M, with the woman usually dressed in leather. She looked like a great tickler and enjoyed what she did, he basically looked dead the entire time with no reactions aside from the occasional gasp or squirm. Interesting part of their videos was they sometimes ended with breathing games, where she should hold her fingers over his mouth and nose or bury his face in her leather-clad arm or chest.

There's also a bunch of videos that I didn't save and have never been able to find again. Three in particular haunt me because they were so amazing and I actually had two of them in my hands at one point.

The first was a vintage FF/F, similar to the old Cal Star stuff. The two ticklers were older ladies, and the ticklee was a younger girl like early 20s. They were in a fancy sitting room, with elegant decorations and couches and a piano, with loungey music playing. The two ticklers had her pinned on the carpet, with one holdng her arms as the other tickled her upper body. She was wearing a zip-up top, and they worked to get it open and started tickling her bare perky breasts with cute acorn nipples. That portion is etched into my tickly mind because it was so perfect, the way the tickler was fluttering her nails up the ribs to the nipple, and one of them was cooing with a "Tickle tickle...tickle tickle tiiickle...tickle tickle!!" with a divinely teasing cadence. I had a sample of this clip downloaded from Tickle Theater (now dead of course) and at one point I found the full video after extensively searching various seedy websites. And then I lost it in a foolish maneuver of thinking a directory was copied to an encrypted archive and it wasn't.

The second is some Japanese F/M video. It was on PornHub (prior to the purge) and I should have known better to immediately download it because Japanese clips only survived there for minimal time. I have a couple of 5-second snaps I took of it when I was so excited and sending samples to a friend. The setup was basic, just a voluptuous woman tickling a tied up guy. Her technique was fantastic and he was super ticklish. But what set it apart was the last bit, where she broke out a magic wand massager and teased him to bits by holding it right under his tip and tickling frantically on his sides. It made me completely fall apart. I should have saved it, I didn't, and I've never seen it despite extensively searching a ton of Japanese fetish sites. I don't have a title or anything, it was generically listed as F/M Tickling. Sadly, I know Japanese fetish videos go out of print all the time. I have an amazing movie named Tickling Slut Corps (yes, that's really the translated title) where a guy is tickled by 4 fully dressed cute ladies first in individual scenarios and then three different FFFF/M setups. It's no longer available for purchase. One time I tried to share it on PornHub and it was immediately yanked for infringement.

The last of my unicorn graveyard tickle videos is an old Tickle Japan video. I have a super low quality sample that I fished from an archive site a long time ago, and still it looks like it could be one of the hottest F/M clips ever. It's part of those Spy tickle series where a ticklee is on an X-Frame and a domineering woman enters to interrogate and tickle them. The short haired tickler in this video went by the name Natsuki. She wears a tight black latex outfit, and sunglasses. She stars in some other clips, but this one has a ridiculous ticklish guy and she is so amused and encouraged by his hysterical laughs. The other thing about this tickler is her relentless verbal teases. She never lets up. Throughout her tickles she's constantly making what sounds like taunts, and this cooing chirping noise that sort of sounds like "Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle" but I think it's one of the onomatopoeia words for the tickle sensation. Maybe I can post the sample here and someone who knows the language better can translate. The end of the sample shows her using a magic wand on his briefs, and it's clear she has made him ticklegasm, and yet she continues to tickle and tease mercilessly while now asking him questions. Unnnnnh. There's some other clips with this tickler that are readily available, including a very similar one where she's wearing a red oufit but it's a different guy who isn't nearly as ticklish and though she vibrates him for 15 minutes he never goes over the edge.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Horns & Wings

Haikyuu Anon come get yo mans . 👀

Go to bed at 8 o'clock sharp, do the dishes, answer prayers, help the newly dead into Heaven, guide the newly dead around heaven. And never, ever , EVER leave the cloud heaven sits on. Youll fall right into the mortal world and you don't want the big man to have to come get you. And if you go through the entrance to Hell? Ya can't come back. Stay pure, sweet, and happy. Those are the rules of an Angel to live by…. But most importantly , don't talk to the Demons.

You were a pure Angel, maybe the purest one out of all of them. Followed all the rules, helped the dead, listened to your elders. You were content, happy. Till you fell off the cloud one day chasing a winged puppy.

You fell right down to the mortal world. Luckily no one could see you. You fell into some flowers looking up at the clouds with an annoyed look on your face. Great. Just great. Brushing yourself off you got up and flew around trying to find a ‘Upstairs’ only you could see. The mortal world was full of Upstairs thankfully. You could just float right up to Heaven. So where were they?

•••

You had been flying around for an hour not finding anything. What the heck? You didn't want to call for help from above , it would inconvenience someone..

So you checked under every rock, behind every building , only to come up empty.

“Looking for the Upstairs?” A voice asked you.

Your wings wiggled as you turned around. You saw a tall skinny man lounging on a rock chewing on some wheat. You almost said hello. But then you noticed the horns and tail. A demon. You stepped back shaking your head .

“Oh no?” He hopped off the rock strutting towards you, the wheat hanging out of his mouth. “Fallen angel then? Lookingggggg for the Downstairs? The entrance to Hell?”

You shook your head fast making him laugh and bend down to your level. “ what is it then sweetie?” He teased moving the wheat to the other side of his mouth. “All the Upstairs are gone in this area. To much farm land not enough reason to have em around”

“BUT I NEED TO GET BA-“ you covered your mouth, eyes almost falling out of your head. The demon laughed deep, shaking the rocks around you. He stood up straight with his hands on his hips.

“I know where the Upstairs is honey. But you'll have to do somethingggg for me.” He held his hand out to you waiting.

One of the most important rules; don't deal with the devil, and don't deal with his minions. They were all sneaky liars. Tricksters, only looking for amusement. But you needed to get home before someone noticed.. So you shook his hand sealing your fate . The demon snapped his fingers and a bone collar appeared around your neck.

“Let's get started my little fallen angel, shall me?”

••••’

“....get .. get started?” You moved back stepping right through a farmer. “ what does that mean?”

“ well for starters.” He stepped through the farmer following you with a smile on his face. “Im Kuroo. What's your name?”

“Y/n..” you were still moving back. Wait. You could fly. You flapped your wings but you never left the ground. Trying again you had a terrified look on your face. Kuroo licked his lips, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you close. “Oh angel, those pretty wings won't work with that collar on.” His tail slipped up your gown between your thighs to rub at your plush folds through your pure white panties.

The tickle from the tip of his tail caused your knees to touch , you grabbed at his tail but he grabbed your wrist holding it up. “Sshh.. shh..” he whispered into your ear, lightly nibbling it. “Your shaking angel, relax.” His breath was hot against your skin, it felt like lightning. How could you relax? A demon's tail was rubbing against your most precious area . Back and forth back and forth. Slowly.. back and forth..

“Ff..”

“Hm?” His tail stopped and your fingers twitched. He kissed at your neck, you could feel his smile against your tender skin. “What did you say?”

The tip of his tail was right on your clit not moving at all. It was hot too, the heat pressing against your sensitive clit was enough to make you go crazy. Kuroo licked up your neck to your cheek grinning, your neck twitching under his cold tongue. “ i didn't hear you”.

“Please..” you managed to whimper out, your head spinning. You rubbed your thighs together and Kuroo ripped your gown off tossing it into the wind. You covered your bare chest and Kuroos tail wrapped around one wrist holding it up above your head. Your chest jiggled from the movement and Kuroo traced two fingers over your folds watching you squirm around.

“Wet already? Naughty little angel . Do you even know why you're wet?” He asked, still rubbing.

“N-no..” your hips moved forward slightly, trying to rub on his digits.

He kissed your ear whispering. “Does my little angel want to know why?” He moved his fingers away, the whimpers that left your mouth had him grinning from ear to ear. “What's wrong? Talk to me.” His voice was making you dizzy now. You felt light headed with every word..

“F… fast..er..”

His tail wrapped around both wrists holding you up and off the ground just by a couple inches, slowly his fingers returned, his index finger turned into a claw and grazed right along your clit cutting the wet fabric. Your body jerked forward and Kuroo kissed at your neck again, talking deep. “I won't hurt you sweetie,” his claw retracted, and his finger rested on your little clit.

“How's that feel?” He asked as if he didn't already know the answer.

“I..” you started to drool now.

He rubbed in circles and you whispered loud. Your orgasm crashed over you like a heavy wave. You trembled in his grip watching the farmers walk through you too without a care in the world. Kuroo ripped your panties off and slipped his middle finger in you chuckling deep at his twitching new toy.

••

It was only 30 minutes later but it felt like hours, kuroo was still teasing you with that one finger , still going slow, still kissing your neck and ear. Your head was in the crook of his neck and you were panting hard.

“I… my wrists..”

“Hm? Say please little angel”

“..please..” you sniffled.

Kuroo removed his finger, placing his hands on his hips while he watched his tail lower you down to the ground on your back. “There we go yeah?” He kneeled down to rub your wrists to get the blood flowing. “My good little angel, saying please.” He rubbed your stomach slowly. “You've been so good for me. You know that?”

“Y-yes.”

“Do you remember why i'm doing this?” He rubbed lower, circling your clit.

Your legs moved apart by themselves and Kuroo smirked looking down at your soaked pussy. “Up..stairs..”

He picked you up and laid down . “Yes baby. The Upstairs.” He lowered you slowly. “I'm going to take you to the Upstairs.” He stopped just as your folds graced the head of his dick making you cry out and beg.

“Oh what's this? An angel wanting a demon to make love to her?” He lowered you gently but only just enough to part your lips.

“Please!!!” You cried, your tears landing on his chest.

“Can't go back to the big cloud in the sky if ya do angel.”

You didn't care. You just needed him. His cock. In your most precious area . “..please..” you sobbed.

He smiled lowering you all the way down . “I'm glad you saw it my way angel” he sat you down on his cock watching yet another orgasm hit you making you twitch and your pussy throb pulling his cock in more.

“Hell if i know where the Upstairs is.” He winked.

••

@haikyuusa @squeaky-ducky @kittifer @knifeewifee @maron-k-rh

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Here it is. Characters: - Lara Croft (MF/F) - Alecto and Megaera on Zagreus, from Hades (FF/M) - Princess Zelda and Midna (F/F)  The rest are fictional characters of no particular importance.  

Contents:  Tickling, feet (more than usual!) some femdom, and some funky special stuff in the animation. The usual funky special stuff.   Hope you like! Coming a little sooner for top tier patrons, as per usual.  

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Woman On Top (Chapter 3)

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Chapter 3

You returned to the party downstairs. The benefit of being the non-celebrity in a celebrity “relationship” was that you got to remain innocuous, and you could sneak back while the rest of the room stared at people like Jungkook. To your surprise, however, someone did notice you… Kevin – the “what’s-his-face” visual effects guy you had been teasing Jungkook about. You had actually met Kevin a few years ago – back when he was still married. You had contracted his firm to do some work, but you didn’t run into him often since his home base was in Hong Kong. Now, divorced and in town on business, you had run into each other at this party and it seemed he had been taking a liking to you. As you descended the staircase, he smiled casually up at you as he waited with two drinks in his hands.

He was handsome. Round face, beautiful smile which contrasted against his thick black framed glasses that matched his black suit, and a clean brown, complexation that popped against the starch white of his dress shirt underneath. He was kind, considerate and intelligent. You smiled back at him brightly.

Beyond him though, you could also see someone else who noticed you – and noticed Kevin noticing you… Jungkook. He and “that girl” were surrounded by another litter of beautiful young superstars who were chatting enthusiastically - probably discussing which hot club they should hit up after they could blow this dull party. He looked you up and down with a knowing glint in his eyes… knowing that only a few minutes ago his dick was deep in your gut and that the man standing hopeful at the bottom of the stairs had no clue.

His gaze made your nether regions tingle. One thing about Jungkook is that he never tried to hide his jealousy or possessiveness over you. Strings or not, when you were to be his at the end of the night, he made sure you knew it.

“Mr. Li invited the CEOs to have a drink in his den,” Kevin said once you made it to him.

“Really?” you looked up at him both surprised and elated. Mr. Li was the billionaire homeowner, and this opportunity was a once in a lifetime. Thank the fates that Jungkook didn’t want a handy and you came back when you did.

“Yeah, we should go. How do I look?” Whereas your nervousness and excitement were deeply felt but hidden, Kevin wore his on is sleeve. “I wanted to wait for you, I didn’t think I could go in there by myself,” he laughed softly.

Kevin looked fine, but in an attempt to calm his nerves, you handed him back your champagne flute and reached up to straighten his tie. At least you could give him the illusion that his image had improved. Although you couldn’t see him, you could feel the heat of Jungkook’s eyes burning into the back of your head. You smirked.

When Kevin was all straightened out and you had both taken a big gulp of your champagne, he placed his hand to your back and led you across the room. As you passed by Jungkook, you were sure to look at him then back up to Kevin. You did it on purpose. You knew it would drive Jungkook crazy that you were parading another man around in front of him. You liked when he was jealous, and you were pretty sure he liked to be jealous – both of you knew he’d make you pay for it. He’d fuck you until dawn and he’d fuck you hard. He’d be sure you’d be sore the next morning. He’d be sure for days you wouldn’t be able to even think about having sex – but each time you moved, you would be reminded that he had been there. And he did…

“Baby, don’t stop,” you whined as Jungkook drilled into you.

“You like that?” he goaded.

“Ye…ah… yesss.” There was no need to keep your voice down now back in the privacy of your own bedroom.

“You feel that? That’s my dick inside you,” he graveled. “That’s my dick that’s fucking you right now.”

“It feels so fucking good.” He loved when you praised him, and you loved his dirty mouth. It was a contrast to when you first got together. Jungkook wasn’t much for talking. You still giggled at the memory of when you asked him – mid-coitus - to call you a “slut.” He did, but he lacked so much conviction you couldn’t help but snort - it was just so adorable. Jungkook, the actor that he was, knew he didn’t sell the line. Embarrassed, he bowed his head into your shoulder and the two of you burst into a fit of laughter for nearly ten minutes. Today, however, conviction was not something he lacked.

“You think he’d fuck you as good as I do?” You didn’t understand what he meant for a moment. You almost forgot the reason why Jungkook was pounding you so relentlessly. Kevin.

“N…noo… no one fucks me as good as you do.” You had no barometer to know whether or not what you were saying was true, but you were confident chances were, it was.

With one powerful snap of his hips, he buried himself as deep inside you as he could, and his pelvis pressed hard against your clit.

“Nguhhh,” you cried out - that one would have been heard at the party for sure. Your back arched off the mattress and your head bent towards the headboard. Your hands pushed against Jungkook’s shoulders, as if the sensation was too much and your body was trying to push it away. But Jungkook’s firm grip on you wouldn’t even give you an inch.

“That’s right,” he whispered. “No one fucks you like I do.” He snapped his hips hard again and watched you writhe beneath him once more. “Don’t you forget it.” He scooped his arm under your waist and pulled you onto his lap. Another benefit of sex with Jungkook is he had the power to toss you around with ease until he had you right where he wanted you. He resumed his pace, fucking up and into you with a speed that had you gasping for air and a strength that had you feeling him in your throat. Your body bounced and lurched uncontrollably over him; you would have collapsed already had he not been holding you securely against him.

“Ff… f-fu… fuck!” you whimpered as you felt the coil begin to tighten in your belly. You were going to come. Jungkook’s face turned into a wicked grin when he realised how close you were.

“You gonna come, baby?” He knew you couldn’t answer but he wanted to taunt you anyway. The best you could muster was an audible breath.

Jungkook reached for a pillow and tossed it beside him. He then swung you around and laid you over it, so your hips were tilted to the ceiling. He pulled out of you and sat back on his haunches, reached down with one hand and squeezed the base of his cock. In control of your senses again, you smiled roguishly back up at him as you adjusted your hips over the pillow. You couldn’t tell moments ago because his unyielding pace had you going nearly blind, but he had been close to coming too and needed a break if he was going to be sure you came on his dick.

“Are you gonna be able to make it?” you teased him with a sweet but patronizing tone. Jungkook’s mouth curved into a smirk.

“We’ll see,” he replied as he repositioned himself between your legs. He dragged his tip along your folds a few times, pretending as if he was going to enter you once more. You looked down to your junction and watched as he did. He then slapped his tip against your clit, and your body quaked. “Are you gonna be able to make it?” his voice was arrogant, condescending and fucking hot.

“Jungkook, please,” you moaned as he dragged his dick down your core to your entrance once more and you clenched around nothing. You wanted to come so badly, and you wanted to come when he had you sufficiently filled up.

“You wanna come, why don’t you go call your friend, hmmm?” his tone had darkened. He really was jealous tonight.

“I don’t want him, I want you,” you whined.

“You only want me because I’m here. Why should I let you come if you don’t appreciate me?” he circled your clit with his tip, and you let out another moan.

“N-no…” you cried between breaths. “I only want you.”

Satisfied, Jungkook pressed his tip to your entrance then sunk back into you. He didn’t need to do it so slowly, but he liked to watch your face contort whenever he filled you up. When he bottomed out, he grabbed a hold of your thighs and resumed pumping into you.

The pillow maneuver was probably Jungkook’s favourite trick that you ever taught him. He loved how much deeper he could reach inside of you, and how he had the leverage to fuck you hard. He also loved how he could achieve both of these things still when he wanted to be closer to you; when he wanted to feel your breasts tickle his chest and your hands threading themselves through his hair.

Jungkook rolled his hips hard and you felt your orgasm begin to build again.

“I’m so close,” you told him, and he quickened the paced for the home stretch. You felt the hot, tingle in your groin build, then build, then build with each thrust until you snapped and came all over him. Your walls clamped hard around his cock and your muscles pulled tight, then released as you screamed before pulling tight again.

“Fuck!” Jungkook whined, an onlooker would have thought he was in pain, but you knew his agony was from how hard you were squeezing him.

He continued to thrust into you, riding you through your release and by the time you were finished he had begun to come as well. He let out a deep, guttural sound before you felt his hot come paint your walls.

When it was over, Jungkook collapsed beside you onto the mattress. You rolled onto your side to look at him and ran your fingers through his long, curly locks of dark hair as he recuperated.

“Do you have anything to do tomorrow?” he asked when he finally spoke, his eye still shut.

“I have a phone call at one o’clock, but that’s all.”

“Good,” he sighed. “I have to leave again soon for a couple of weeks. I want to see you as much as I can.”

“Aww, did you miss me while you were gone?” you teased.

“I always miss you when I’m not in your bed. I wish I could bring you with me sometimes. I’ve been so busy lately.” You smiled. He may have called you a “slut” for the last hour but at his core, Jungkook was still a romantic – even when it came to his fuck buddies.

Your eyes scanned across his face and body laying next to you. In his celebrity life, Jungkook was always decked out in the latest designer fashion – and he looked handsome. In his personal life, he preferred baggy pants and oversized t-shirts which he didn’t realize hung so sexily over his muscular back. But to you, his bedroom life was his best look. When he was naked, his eyes closed, hair mussed and sticking to his forehead. When his glistening, sculpted chest heaved, and he was completely fucked-out. That was when he looked his best.

You rolled towards him and placed a kiss on his lips. Your hand made its way across his chest, then south towards his groin.

“Let’s do it again,” you whispered against his lips.

“Woman, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Oh, come on, young man. You’re not gonna be outpaced by an old lady like me, are you?”

“You’re not that old, and I’m not that young,” he fired back with a grin.

“You don’t have to do anything this time,” you said as you swung your leg over him and settled yourself over his lap. “I want to be on top.”

[mega-reaver-pan-90-2-16]

a young white male tickle tortured by 2 black girls. made 2018. Not realy sure how I feel about this one myself. the boy's name is Tidal.

[jawbone-xylophone]

[More shenanigans. Error belongs to CQ, Ink belongs to Myebi. Warnings: cussing, a subtle sex joke. Also my meta meddling. Weird frenemy interactions courtesy of Ink not caring about Error’s opinion.]

Ink had overstayed his welcome. Mostly by just breathing in Error’s vicinity, but a man is entitled to his own territory and this idiot couldn’t keep his head out of a black hole if told not to. So. Here they were. Socializing. Error did not have manners and did not intend to learn any, but neither did Ink, though he liked to fake them like a fucking serial killer. It was almost funny.

“Error, even you have to admit that music is cool.”

“No I don’t.” He muttered, stabbing his doll-in-progress with a very pointy bone needle.

“But it comes from the soul,” Ink cajoled, flopped over backwards on Error’s own hammock. It promptly vanished, and the intruder clattered to the antivoid’s... uh, floor. Not that Ink seemed to care, grin animated and eyes sparkling with rainbow geometries.

“Not my fault you’ve got a stiff for other people’s emotions,” Error growled. Vulgarity pretty much never worked, stars knew how many ‘lemons’ or whatever the vernacular was Ink got an eyeful of daily. Some real fucking creeps came out at night. And Ink’s hypocrisy was amazing. “‘S rich from you anyway, ya Microsoft Paint trash.”

“You’ve always been as delightful as Javascript running on a Dell, has anyone ever told you?” Ink rolled onto his stomach to blink at him over his elbows like a little girl, feet kicking idly.

Error stabbed his doll again with greater amounts of violence.

The other skeleton smiled in that thin, slightly less theatrical way and let his eyes fall to half mast like a smug confrontational bastard. Fucking leech. Shitty red-eyed bored cuck of a bastard with so many hands in so many cookie jars he didn’t have any left to go fuck himself with. “Go play with crayons so I have more shit to burn once I’m done killing this to death.”

“Nah. Pass.” Ink’s eyes stayed red, but they shifted shapes again after a long freeze. “I want to know what music you’re into.”

“I’m fucking not. Unless you found the sound of a world ending.” He grinned, blatant and malicious as a dog. “All of those filthy glitches start sounding the same on their fourth hour of screaming. S’nice. Like the quiet better though.” He raised his impaled doll up to gesture pointedly.

Ink hummed thoughtfully, eyes switching to a playful cycle of greens and pinks. “I’m hearing.... death metal. Maybe. Or some of the more murdery orchestra numbers. Is Two Steps From Hell a little too on-the-nose?”

“A little too shove-it-up-your-ass, actually.” He sneered, and started tearing out a few rows of stitching.

“Your commentary is always appreciated.” Ink watched him work quietly for a few moments, eyes cycling like a screensaver as stitch after stitch was obliterated by the destroyer of worlds. It’d be easier to just blast it and start over, some of the thread was ruined, but he wanted to kill something that wouldn’t laugh at him for trying. So far the doll had taken the punishment without any unwelcome snark.

“Did you know humans think skeletons sound like xylophones?”

“What the fuck Ink.”

“Personally, I think we sound more like some other wooden percussion instruments. Vibraslaps maybe?”

Error slammed his needles down to fix Ink with an incredibly disturbed and increasingly pissed off glare. Ink just kept going.

“If I could be any instrument, though, I really think bongos deserve more appreciation-“

The darker skeleton bluntly crammed a fist into his own eyesocket as a warning.

“Though a keytar seems fairly versatile, if you know what I mean-“

Such a shame Ink had to die for a terrible sex joke, but it’d do. Strings went flying and finally, finally, all was right, Error was going to atomize Ink as soon as he could get a proper grip on him and this was the closest thing he could label as blissful stability in his existence-

Tink tink tink.

Error froze.

Ink, one hand entangled and the other outstretched, looked him dead in the eye and tickled a blue string of death with one phalange.

Tinkle tinkle tink.

Tink.

He shifted his grip a little, and Error watched dumbly as Ink experimented with the little high-pitched noises he could pull from these weapons of mass destruction. After a few seconds he had a passably awful rendition of Hot Cross Buns going.

“I think it needs a soundboard, but it’s not bad!”

Error just.

Couldn’t.

And sort of.

Flickered.

Making high-pitched noises of confused rage like a blown speaker.

Ink blinked, then smiled. “Every singer starts out somewhere, Glitchy, you’ll get it.”

People are adorably confused by why Ink’s favorite genre is electro-industrial, but that’s fine by him. The joke’s never as funny when he tries to explain it, you just really had to be there.