#it's like going to a trap you laid and finding it full

[bokuroskitten]

᯽⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ BIG BEEFY MEN 😵‍💫

Ft. Bokuto, Taiju, Tengen, Toji, Osamu, Draken

Warnings: size kink x 1727292718, manhandling and lots of it, fem bodied reader, titles used: papa, daddy, sir, overstimulation, edging, implied age gap for toji’s part, mentions of creampie, slight exhibitionism for Osamu, drool, cute pet names like baby, princess, etc, only lightly edited my bad

Note: I had too much fun writing this YEJAJJS, like 😵‍💫, it also took me a while cause every time I would add another guy I would daydream for like a couple hours 🤤 this is multifandom cause there are just too many beefy men to go around, and honestly I could have added more (Daichi, Matsukawa, Todo, Mirio, Sakuna, Benkei… 😵‍💫😵‍💫) but then I’d be at this forever UWJAJ so take this, for now, <333 reblogs, comments and feedback are always greatly appreciated <3

Bokuto:

Bokuto who works out 6 days a week and still runs on the 7th 😔 he’s always working on his muscles, making sure he’s physically fit and always up to par for volleyball. Iwaizumi keeps him on a strict workout regime and he doesn’t mind that, considering it shows results and makes him feel good. You honestly don’t mind the schedule either, because you get to watch him pump bars over his head, muscles contracting and rippling, sweat dripping in beads along his toned chest. He’s a god really, with a build like that, and your eyes can’t help but stayed glued to him. It’s only when he clears his throat that you realize you’ve been caught, cheeks suddenly starting to burn as you snap your eyes away from his abs and up to his face. That smug look of his doesn’t help your embarrassment, making you bite your lip sheepishly. “Enjoyin the view, birdy?” He asks through a grin, and you don’t bother lying, you’ve been caught away so you nod, heart doing a little flip in your chest when he holds a hand out to you. You don’t hesitate to go to his side, allowing his hand to guide your own over the plane of his abs. Your fingertips trace the defined muscles there, despite how they still contract and sweat and you sigh softly, pupils basically in little heart shapes when you look back up at him. “You look so good, Koutarou….”

He’s got you laid out flat on his workout bench, clothes were haphazardly thrown across the padded flooring. Your slips hang open in a silent cry as he looms over you again, chest pressed right up to your back as his cock bullies its way to the hilt back into your gummy walls. His groan right next to your ear is almost overwhelming, his body swallowing you up and taking over all your senses as his hips hump up against your ass, pushing and pulling his cock shallowly in and out of you. When you let out a hiccuping sigh against the leather of the bench he chuckles softly, teeth grazing against your ear. “Liked bein stuffed like this, huh baby? Wanna be stuffed with cum too, don’t you?” You nod because the words don’t form, becoming lost on your tongue and replaced with whines as soon as Bokuto starts rotating his hips. One thick arm manages to slip underneath you and his palm rests open on your tummy, uncaring of the sweat and slick that makes everything a little messier. “Cum f’me.” His words vibrate against your back, his index finger managing to find your clit to add a steady pressure to the pulsing bud. You would have jolted, but you’re trapped beneath him, so all you can do is let out a shaky sob. “Cum f’papa and I’ll give you exactly what you want~”

Taiju:

Taiju is a busy man, running his successful restaurant was a full-time job that took up a lot of his time. And yet despite this, he always made time for his baby. He’d take you along to special events, and business meetings, but especially to suit fittings. You were the one that made him rekindle his relationship with Mitsuya, knowing that he would be the best person for the job in terms of making a suit that would actually fit Taiju’s size and stature. You claimed you went to talk to Mitsuya, which may have been part of the reason, but Taiju knew why you went along to every fitting. You got to see him almost naked, arms outstretched and shoulder blades contracting as Mitsuya took his proper measurements. He watched you through the full-length mirrors that covered the studio walls. How you’d press your thighs together, squirming in the chair you sat in. How your eyes would get glossy when he’d slip the brand new suit jacket on, testing the fit and how it would look perfect on his frame. The best is when he’d pull the suit pants on for the first time and your eyes were literally glued to his butt, lip bitten between your lips almost swollen. Mitsuya would leave the room as Taiju undressed into his normal clothes, and it’s only then that he’d scoff softly, eyes a bit narrowed as he finally catches your attention. “You’re so obvious.” He states, only making you fiddle with the hem of your skirt a bit more as you try to play innocent. “Staring at me like a piece of meat. Bet your panties are soaked through…”

As soon as the two of you got back to your shared home he’d have you pinned against a wall. If you had it your way you would’ve done it in the car, but Taiju wanted to make you wait and teased you the whole drive. Reminder you that only whores get that hot and bothered so easily, held your thigh in his big hand cause he knew it made you melt seeing how he could so easily grip the fat there. He picked you up at this point, your skirt bunched up at your waist and your panties ripped clean off. His hands gripped harshly to the fat of thighs, holding you up against the wall with nothing but strength as he used the force of gravity to fuck up into you. The slap of his hips was wet from how much you were dribbling, his eyes wide and feral as he watched your head lull back against the wall, a bit of drool leaving your lips that were stuck hung in a silent scream. He grins, lips littering sloppy kisses along your neck, uncaring of the marks he left behind. “Pretty lil dumb thing…” he murmurs, grinding his hips so his cock could thoroughly stir your insides. “This is all you think about, isn’t it? Getting fucked open by my big cock?” That caught your attention, nodding your head as your nails leave crescents into his shoulder. You’re mumbling “yes sir, yes Taiju” as his speed suddenly picks up, loving the feeling of your breasts bouncing against his chest. “Such a good girl.”

Tengen:

Tengen knows he’s attractive, he has 4 wives who all adore him, of course, he’s attractive. He also knows very that he’s built like a god, with muscles that bulge just right, flex and make him look even better. Sure, he got this way from hard work and dedication, but it helps too that he’s naturally flashy, with a good style and personality to go with his looks. He knows that people watch him, he knows that people flirt with him, and rather openly. Most of his wives have gotten used to this, but you? You’re a little newer, can’t help but be a bit protective and a lil insecure when it comes to your partner. So when you see two women flirting with him at a festival, something like jealousy flames within your belly. You can’t even help the way you get upset, lips twisting into a pout. It’s when one of the random women has the audacity to put her hand onto his bicep, giving it a squeeze that you lose it. You cling onto him, basically prying him away from their grimy hands and sending them a death glare in the process. The girls got the memo instantly, slinking away with grumbles and pouts of their own. To make matters worse Tengen is oblivious to it all. He was used to this, people hitting on him, but you acting like this? “What’s wrong?” He asks, the amusement in his tone only making you ten times angrier. Rather than explaining yourself you flip him off, an action that only fuels him further to get an answer out of you…

Your back is trembling against his chest, his fingers so lazily petting at your clit driving you absolutely wild but you can’t do anything about it. Your hands are trapped behind you between your bodies, bound by the silky material of the cord that usually holds his robe together. His cock somehow looks even bigger right now, stuffed within your quivering pussy and stretching it open. His base is covered already in a layer of your sheen that’s been steadily leaking out of you and yet he still hasn’t let you cum. You Yelp from the sudden impact of his fingertips against your swollen numb, fat tears finally spilling from your lashes and onto your hot cheeks. “Why would you ever need to be jealous, pretty? Ever?” He questions you again, fingers going back to slowly rolling your clit. You let out a soft sob, head lulling back into his broad chest as you try to buck your hips along his cock, only for his free hand to keep you firmly in place. “Don’t you know I picked you for a reason? Don’t you know I love you so, so much that I wanted you and only you to join the girls and me in our marriage?” His voice lowers as you start to flutter around his cock again, and his fingers start to speed up, finally. “Won’t ask ya again, tell me, do you know I love you?” You cry out, lips bit swollen as you tilt your head back enough to meet his gaze. He flashes you a smile, the first one you’ve gotten since the start of this punishment and you whimper, nodding dumbly. “I-I know, I-I know daddy, m’sorry, was bein dumb—“ He shushes you with his lips, finally moving his hips. He bucks them up into you, making your whole body bounce in his lap from the sheer size difference. “Not dumb, never dumb Darlin.. ya just forget sometimes…” The knot in your stomach finally snaps as he circles your clit, the squeeze of your pussy making his groan into your open mouth. “Just forget how perfect ya are f’me, that’s all.”

Toji:

Toji, big big Toji who knows very well that most ladies are attracted to him for his size. He likes to go for the little shy ones. The ones that stare at him with innocent eyes, look at him a little longer than they should and always manage to get caught. He’ll send you a wink, sometimes even wave playfully just to get you all the more embarrassed. His favourite type to go for though, as horrible as it is, are the girls his son is always bringing home. It’s a little fucked up, isn’t it? But Toji knows, knows that his son may try his best, but he can’t please a woman like he can, not yet anyway. So as his father, it’s his job to keep Megumi’s girls pleased when he can’t do so himself. He sees it as helping of course, surely the girl will stick with his son longer if she knows she’ll get a treat every time she comes over…

“Skirts shorter than usual…” Toji muses, his eyes lit up in amusement as his fingers brushed over the soft pleats found in the fabric. His hips are snapping back into your ass again just so your lips hang open, the start of a yelp about to escape had he not shoved the hem of the skirt between your lips. You muffle a whine into the material, fingers curling up against the wall you were currently pressed up against. “Musta wanted me to notice, isn’t that right dollface?” He says between a chuckle, his grin getting bigger as he gets a better grip on your hips, making you stick your ass out a bit more and arch your back for him. This angle allows his cock head to smack into your cervix, kissing it with the tip and threatening to break through. His balls are heavy as they slap against your skin, only adding to the lewd, wet slaps that echo from your cute pussy. He leans closer to your ear, whispering against the soft flesh when you let out a string of sobs about how you’re gunna cum. “Yea? Gunna cum for daddy are ya?” He laughs when you nod, teeth sinking into your shoulder as one thick hand slides over your hips to tease on your clit, helping you reach your high faster. “Go on, make sure you’re loud enough that your boyfriend knows his daddy is fucking you this good.”

Osamu:

Osamu has always been the bulkier of the two twins. Even in their volleyball days, his muscles weren’t as lean as Atsumu’s. He was built bigger, shoulders broader, the baby fat on his cheeks remaining longer. Now as an adult his muscles didn’t go away, oh no, he needs them to lift the heavy bags of rice to and from the restaurant, but he has certainly filled out. Shoulders spreading, biceps bulging. A light layer of fat forms over his chest, the muscles underneath just making him look bigger. The T-shirts he always wears show these off, and although he takes no mind to how his body has changed, you certainly have. It makes you drool when his arms flex as he quickly cuts up vegetables and when he grunts as he lifts a rice bag on his shoulder. The best is when he ties his apron around him, Accentuating just how small his waist still is despite how he’s broadened out. He doesn’t even realize how attractive he is, honestly. You can’t even help yourself when you gawk at him at work, and you certainly can’t help how heat pools between your legs. He starts to really notice when you pout up at him, pretty legs rubbing together on the stool you sit at…

“Couldn’t even wait until we got home.” He’s grumbling his words against your lips as if he’s not happy to have his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. “Too fuckin spoiled to wait.” He added, his reprimanding turning into a grunt when your nails run through his hair, scratching lightly over his scalp just the way he likes it. He latches onto your lower lip, suckling it like his favourite treat as his big hands grab at your thighs. He tenderly squeezes the flesh he loves before gripping it, easily hauling you up onto the countertop he was previously making food on. He’s thankful you’re wearing a skirt today because all it takes is one good tug and your panties are ripped clean off, exposing your dampened lower lips to him and making goosebumps rise on your lips. He clicks his tongue when you start to complain about how those were your favourite pair, one of his palms pressing into your tummy to easily push you back into the cold countertop. “Quit yer bitchin, I’ll get a new pair.” You were about to shoot back, but all your words get lost on your tongue when he spits onto your pussy, two thick fingers locked in and rubbing on your clit. A smirk twitches on his lips, shaking his head as he watches just how easily you come undone for him. He presses a kiss to your hip bone. “That’s it, be a good girl and take what you want, gunna fuck ya real good.”

Draken:

we all know I could go on for hours about Draken 😔 I mean do you blame me? He’s huge, the biggest of all his friends in both height and build. He’s always been naturally big, the width of his shoulders sometimes making it hard for him to find proper attire that fits him comfortably. Hence why he settles for tank tops a lot, which gives him more space to breathe. Would never admit it out loud but he 100% is very aware when you’re checking him out and he LOVES it. Draken doesn’t like to flaunt himself but when you do it it’s different. Makes his cheeks heat up a bit and his cock twitch knowing how damn lucky he is to have someone as pretty as you obsessed with him like that. So he’ll let you stare, whether it be while he’s working at the shop, working out, or simply when the two of you are out. He’ll let your eyes linger on him, sometimes he’ll even flex on purpose, holding back laughter when you suck in a sharper breath. He will tease you about it, sometimes of course cause he can’t even help himself. He’ll turn and smirk at you, “like what you see, princess?” Or “my eyes are up here, goofy.” But comments like that always leave you in a huff and he’ll have to chase you after to make up for it. Which is fine, but sometimes, he lets you linger, lets you really stare and get yourself worked up, cause that’s when you’ll pounce him. You have such little patience, and it’s so so amusing to your big boyfriend when you try to drag his ass around to get what you desire from him…

As soon as the two of you had returned home from your date you had dragged Draken to the couch, not even bothering to bring him to the bedroom because it had been far too long and you were craving him already. He had worn that tank top you love so much, with the low-cut armholes that show off his toned sides and arms. You just couldn’t take it. You needed to have him. Which is how you ended up straddling his lap, needy whines leaving your lips as your fingers desperately tried to unbuckle his belt, simply settling for pawing at his crotch when you couldn’t seem to get it. He’s grinning, holding back little strings of laughter. “Eager huh?” Normally you would have snapped back at a comment like that, but when his fingers finally freed his cock, you simply sighed in contentment, licking your lips at how it stood at attention, leaking so pretty just for you to sit on. You had already discarded your bottoms, lifting yourself on your hunches and easing yourself easily onto his cock. The stretch was always mind-numbing, back arching and goosebumps forming on your thighs as you slowly work your way over him. The little whimpers, whines, needy noises you made were a melody to Draken’s ears, his hands massaging the supple skin of your thighs as you moved at your own pace. He groaned softly when your pussy started to flutter around him already, your walls being stubborn as usual when first taking him in. “Fuck—“ he gritted out, pupils dilating when you looked at him with teary eyes, lips puffy as you huffed. “Help me, Ken, want all of you.” His hands slid from your thighs to your waist, bearing his teeth in an amused grin as he lifted you up with ease, just enough that his head sat between your walls. He didn’t hesitate when he slammed you back down on his cock, sheathing all the way on his cock, the knock of it up against your cervix making your breath leave you in a gasp. He doesn’t let up from there, using the bruising grip he has on your love handles to bounce you up and down on his cock. “So. Fucking. Needy— and you can’t even take what you want on your own? Really are just a dumb lil baby aren’t you, princess?” You’re sobbing from the brutal pace, head lulling onto his shoulder as he bounces you like you’re nothing. And to him, it’s a simple task, the pleasure of the pretty tight walls milking his cock only making it easier for him to manhandle you. “Fuck—“ he grins, planting his feet so his hips can fuck up into you, further jolting you along his cock. “You just sit pretty, daddy will do all the work—“

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[teaboot]

You know what's wild? I'm an adult. I can take the ingredients from my cupboard and make play-dough if I want. I can watch scary movies in a tent in my living room, if I want. I can paint my fingernails all different colors. I can save up and take a weekend course on pottery. I can buy a beginner's robotics kit. I can get some scrap at the thrift store down the road and teach myself circuitry. I can go on YouTube and fold an origami dragon. I can wear a cape and introduce myself as The Wizard. I can tie-dye all my underwear. Cut the sleeves off all my shirts. Make my jeans into jorts and paint fish all over them. I can become an expert on box turtle husbandry. Keep a tank full of beetles on my shelf. Raise tadpoles, dye my eyebrows blue, start a cowboy hat collection. I can eat grilled cheese and mango slices every single day until I'm sick of them. I can put my bed in my living room and turn my bedroom into an art gallery. I could start a blog about vintage crochet patterns, or start photographing the feral cats that live on my street. I could find a stranger outside, right now, and learn their whole life story. I could learn to mix drinks. Become a bartender. Find a job on a travelling cruise ship. I could drop everything, right now, sell everything I own, and assume a new identity in St. Petersburg. I could learn ASL. Start baking. Stack a domino tower up to my ceiling and then knock it over without taking any pictures to remember it. I could draw a slug in a bowler hat. Eat nothing but orange food for a year. I could sit in the dark for hours with a bed sheet over my head, waiting for the sun to rise like a ghost. I could teach myself card tricks and become a street magician. I could invent a new instrument, a new hard candy, a table that comes down from the ceiling instead of up from the floor. I could cover my ceiling in plastic flowers. I could catch a seagull and set it loose in my house. Open my cupboards and smash all the glasses I don't like using on the floor. I could set my radio to a French 80's revival frequency and leave it there. I could start burying coins in my yard, make a papier-mâché bust of the late Queen Victoria. I could set it on fire. I could melt old nickels with a blowtorch. Swallow spaghetti through my nose. Open my front door, go out for a walk, and never come back. Let my bills and possessions and responsibilities rot away until it's all gone, like a bloated deer on the side of the highway, nothing left but bones, the memory of someone who was there once but isn't anymore.

I could go diving. Build a shelf. Carve fruit shapes out of bricks and driftwood. Sing a song that goes on for so long that I forget the first words by the time the last verse comes out. Suppose I started specifically saying stuff starting softly, snakelike? Can you imagine? Can you imagine yourself doing any of these things? What's stopping you? Is it a choice, or a trap? Are you caged? Caged by who? Someone else? Yourself? You could open that cage. Open that door, tear it apart like paper and cobwebs. It's not real. You built it in your head. Maybe you had help- maybe someone bigger and stronger and far more frightening laid the foundation, but they're gone now. What will you do? Will you choose nothing? To choose nothing is to make a choice. To look at all of creation, infinite possibility, and say "no". What a powerful choice. All your choices are powerful. You Are Like God, and if I were a devil I would hate you too

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Between Us

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 4.4k

You drunkenly admit how you really feel about Jungkook to your best friend Jimin 

warnings: oc gets waaaasted, swearing, self-loathing, regret, angst 

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It’s been almost four weeks since the video leaked, thankfully the press coverage has finally dwindled down into barely anything new – though copies of the video still linger on the depths of the internet. You figure it’s time to get some normality back into your life now, a sense of routine, you can’t keep living in your best friend’s bed forever. As tempting as that does sound.

According to Taehyung the police are no closer to finding the source of the leak, much to your disappointment. You hope with every bone in your body that it’s proven Jungkook didn’t do this, but you know even if he’s innocent it’s too late – you’ve ignored his messages and calls for weeks, contact has dwindled down from over thirty missed calls a day to two, and barely any text messages. Just as you warm to the idea that maybe he didn’t do this, he’s slowly but surely taking the hint that you want to be left alone, what’s surprising to you is how upsetting you find this.

You’ve thought about calling him so many times, typed out so many text messages that ultimately you ended up deleting. There’s a part of you that wants to see him, a part of you that knows he’s not the culprit behind the demise of your life. But as he’s slowly giving up and respecting your previous wishes to cut contact with you, you don’t know if now is the right time to reach out to him. Perhaps some things are better left unsaid.

“You okay?” Jimin asks, pausing the TikTok video he’d been watching on repeat for the last five minutes, some kind of fireman thirst trap. The two of you are laid in bed together on a late Saturday afternoon.

“Yeah I’m fine,” You offer a reassuring smile, “Do you wanna go out tonight?” You ask, and he widens his usually small eyes.

“Like out out?” His confusion comes as no surprise to you, you’ve barely left the house for a whole month and now you’re suggesting a night out in London, the complete opposite of what you’ve been getting up to these days.

“Yeah.” You nod, you know you can’t live this way forever – sooner or later you’re going to have to show your face outside. And what better excuse could you have for getting absolutely paralytic drunk, “But I’m not going to Black Swan.”

Jimin shifts closer to you in the bed, throwing his muscular leg over yours, “Are you sure you’re ready to go out? What if people see us? I don’t mind staying in, really.”

At this you shake your head, “No I want to go out, besides we’ve already watched everything on Netflix and we finally finished that jigsaw,” You grin, “I think it’s a sign.”

Your best friend chuckles, sleepily rubbing his eyes as he finally locks his phone and shuts off TikTok, “It has been a while since we went out hasn’t it? I’m down. As long as you’re sure?”

“I’m one million percent sure, on one condition,” You hold up a slender digit with an amused expression, “Don’t ditch me for that guy you’ve been seeing, no matter how sexy he is.”

He sighs dramatically but eventually gives into your request, “Deal.”

Soon enough you’re walking down a street in Camden littered with pubs and clubs, linking arms with the only man you’ll ever trust with your whole heart. Jimin looks good tonight, he opted for a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and fitted navy blue trousers, his brunette hair is parted in a way which flaunts his thick eyebrows and exposes his forehead. At the risk of sounding arrogant you look good tonight also, wearing a tight high-neck burgundy PVC dress that makes your breasts and bum look plump and amazing, your waist looks snatched as the material clings to you in all the right places, paired with strappy heels of the same colour. You figure if the paparazzi want to get pictures of you, you might as well give them something worth photographing. It’s official, you finally don’t give a fuck about what anybody has to say about you – you’re out with Jimin to have a fun night, everybody else can fuck off.

“Gotta say I love the bad bitch vibes you’re giving tonight.” Jimin chuckles, squeezing your forearm as your heels clink against the pavement.

“I’m done crying about it now,” You say with confidence, and for the most part you genuinely believe that, “What’s done is done.”

“Well it’s good to have you back Y/N.” Jimin beams, leading you into a grungy-looking punk night club.

“It’s good to be back darling,” You ignore the way the bouncer recognises you straight away and step inside, “Shots?”

As expected the paparazzi spot your arrival and snap hundreds of pictures of you, your only response is to smile and pose with the man you arrived with, ignoring their questions about Jungkook and the video entirely. There was a time when this would’ve forced you to tears, but just like you said to Jimin moments ago – you’ve done your crying, it’s time you took control of your life and started living again.

Eventually the swarm of cameras starts to fizzle out, presumably as they realised you’re not going to entertain their presence aside from a few photographs. For the first time in a long time you feel empowered as you continue to ignore their questions, instead choosing to drink an unholy amount of alcohol that eventually has you feeling … more than a little drunk.

“Let’s dance!” You grip Jimin’s elbow and drag him to the glowing dancefloor that’s pulsating rhythmically to the beat of the song.

“I think you need to slow down.” He chuckles, though there’s a flicker of caution in his eyes.

“I’m fine!” You yell, exaggeratedly pointing toward your huge smile. It’s around thirty minutes and six drinks later when you’re swaying your hips to the lyrics of a song that a girl stumbles into your body, earning you to spill the contents of your drink onto the ground.

“I am so sorry!” She gasps, she must be having a good night you think to yourself, her eyes are hooded and drunk-stained red.

“It’s okay!” You reassure her, you’re in too much of a good mood to really care. It could’ve been worse after all.

The girl’s mouth falls open, a realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks, “I know you!”

This gets your attention. You’re giving the girl a once over, she’s stunning – her eyes are the palest bluest thing you’ve ever seen, contrasting against her deep olive skin and jet black hair that’s slicked back into a high ponytail. She has an amazing figure too, one fit enough to pull off leather hot pants and a pink corset, envy washes over you at how beautiful she is – but you still don’t recognise her.

“You do?” Your brow quirks, Jimin’s too.

“You’re Y/N!” She yells, clapping her hands together loudly, “You’re Jungkook’s girlfriend!”

Oh. That’s how she knows you. You fight the urge to grimace as you register she must’ve seen the video, a deadly cocktail of vodka and fury bubbling within.

“Have we met?” You ignore the mention of Jungkook’s name, as it sends a particularly hard pang to your chest. Maybe drinking this much wasn’t such a good idea after all, the room is spinning but you can still make out her evil grin.

She shakes her head, “No, I’m his ex-girlfriend.” Jealousy adds fuel to the fire already threatening to explode inside your body, “I’m Jennie!”

“Oh!” You say surprised, in the time that you and Jungkook were together you’d never heard her name, nor did you realise he had any exes – he’d always told you that you were his first, “I didn’t-, sorry I’m a little drunk,” You chuckle mostly to yourself, “I didn’t know he had any exes!” You admit as Jimin watches on in horror.

“That’s weird,” She bites her lip seductively, “I guess he forgot about me… Being so busy in that beach hut with you.”

“The fuck did you just say?” Alcohol talks for you, throwing any decorum you have completely out the window. In life there are two kinds of people, the people that stand there and take shit from others – and the people that don’t. This is the moment you choose to be the latter.

Jennie giggles, “It’s hardly a secret now is it? Count yourself lucky, he was never that… Passionate with me.” Not only does Jungkook have an ex-girlfriend you know nothing about, but she’s also watched the video, and she’s also a fucking bitch.

“Lucky?!” You scoff, “You think—”

“Y/N.” Jimin grips your arm before you can fully raise it to her face, something you hadn’t even realised you were close to doing until now. The strobe lights flash on your best friend’s stern face, he’s not half as drunk as you are and so you trust his judgement over yours, “Come on lets go.”

“…Okay.” You breathe out, nodding in agreement. There are cameras all over the club, each one focussed on your every move. You’re drunk, you’re angry, but most importantly of all you know that Jimin is right, you need to leave before you do something you’ll regret.

“Tell daddy to answer my calls.” Jennie winks, and that’s the last thing you remember seeing before Jimin escorts you out of the club.

You’re fuming, understandably given how someone you’d never even met before tried to provoke you, deep down you know all she wanted was a reaction – and you already regret giving her one. Vodka, whiskey and gin swims in your bloodstream and fogs your senses as you stumble into the dimly lit street, clinging on to Jimin’s strong arm for dear life.

“Don’t do it.” He warns, watching you haphazardly pull your phone from your bag, “You’ll regret it tomorrow.”

“That sounds like a problem for future Y/N.” You slur, heading straight to yours and Jungkook’s text message thread. “I wanna know why he didn’t tell me about his ex—"

“Come on let’s go home, you’re wasted.” Jimin sighs, draping your left arm over his shoulders as you continue to fumble with your phone in the right. The fresh air enveloping your body only emphasises just how much you’ve had to drink, Jimin is right – you are wasted.

“I want to see him.” You admit with a sad smile, you feel so guilty about the things you said when you last saw him.

“Tonight’s not the night for that, if you feel the same way tomorrow you have my blessing to message him.” He’s walking slowly, probably because you’re dragging your feet on the ground and resting all your weight on him.

“I miss him so much.” You hum, closing your eyes.

Jimin exhales, sounding almost relieved, “I know you do.”

“Just-, just between us I think that I loved him.” Your tone oozes regret, your breath is hot on his cheek as you fall into his body, thankfully he catches you in time just before you hit the cold pavement.

“Just between us I know that you still do.”

--

When you wake you’re lying face down in Jimin’s double bed, alone, almost suffocating in the feather pillow. You groan at the banging sensation in your skull, reaching to your phone that’s being charged atop of the small bed side table. It’s midday. Sunlight burns your body through the crack in the grey curtains, you don’t remember getting home or getting changed into a pair of Jimin’s blue and purple checked pyjamas but here you are, confused and very hungover.

Last night is a blur, you can’t recall anything specific that happened – save for drinking more than you could handle.

You groan again, praying to every higher power that you didn’t say or do anything too embarrassing on your drunken endeavours, but when you unlock your phone you’re greeted with a message thread that confirms your biggest fears.

Y/N: Com and get me please I wamt to see you

Jungkook: Where are you? Are you safe?

Y/N: I miss you Kook

Jungkook: Where are you? I’m on my way

Y/N: Why didn you tel me yoiur ex

Jungkook: Answer the phone

Jungkook: Please

Y/N: She is stunnin g

Jungkook: What? Answer the phone

Jungkook: Are you safe?

Y/N: Jimin

Jungkook: Are you with him?

Jungkook: Answer your phone

“Jimin?!” Your voice is croaky and sore, winning you to cough into your shoulder, you feel so violently ill but you need answers, you need to know what happened last night and what prompted you to message your ex sugar daddy, “Jimin come here please!”

Nothing. He must be at the gym. And so you dial his number instead.

“Hey Y/N.” Jimin sounds out of breath, “How you feeling?”

“What happened last night?” You whine with pouted lips, covering your face with your free hand.

“Don’t be mad at me you’re the one who messaged him.” He chuckles, you hear beeps from a treadmill in the background, presumably as he decreases his speed, “I tried to talk you out of it, you said it was a problem for future Y/N.”

You stifle yet another disappointed groan, “Yeah that sounds like me.”

“Is he awake?”

“How am I supposed to know? I’ve only just seen the messages.” You frown, you haven’t been awake long enough to function properly yet.

“How long have you been up?” He sounds confused, you get the feeling you’re missing something bigger here.

“Less than two minutes.”

“Ah,” Jimin clicks his tongue, “There’s pain killers for you in the living room.”

“Thank you so much.” You sigh, mustering the courage to get out of bed, your body is screaming that it needs water.

“I’m gonna go, but… Don’t be mad, okay?”

“Why would I be mad?” Your bare feet hit the carpet as you gather strength for the short walk to the water and pain killers. Jimin ends the call abruptly, winning you to frown and quietly curse him under your breath.

A quiet knock on the bedroom door startles you, you freeze on the bed and glance around the room for any possible weapons. Jimin’s at the gym, he lives alone, or at least he did until you moved in. The wooden door opens slowly, with caution, and for the first time in almost a month your eyes meet Jungkook’s.

“Hey,” He clears his throat, his voice is huskier than you remember it, “I brought you some water and pain killers.” He doesn’t come into the room, he remains in the doorway holding your hangover cure.

The first thing you notice is that his hair is a little longer, the raven locks messily cover his hooded eyes in places. He looks…bigger than you remember him, his black oversized Balenciaga t shirt doesn’t seem so oversized anymore. He’s wearing tight jeans of the same colour and Doc Martens, all tied together with a pained expression contorting his sharp features.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice is merely a whisper, you know you look like shit right now, you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. Instead you settle your vision on the long silver chain he’s wearing.

“You don’t remember?” He exhales, somewhat shakily. You don’t need to look at him to know that he’s gazing at you with something indescribable.

At this you shake your head, you don’t remember a thing.

“You texted me and asked me to pick you up… But I couldn’t make sense of the messages so I called Jimin,” He clears his throat again, “He said that you were really drunk, he was struggling to get you home so I came and got you.”

“But you hate driving.” Is all you manage to say.

“I know,” The hint of a smile ghosts his lips, “But you needed me.”

Silence falls upon the messy room, your clothes from last night are strewn across the floor. You cringe, wishing you could remember anything past being on the dancefloor with Jimin. It’s when you see your black lacy underwear at the foot of the bed, next to the newly completed Disney Princess jigsaw that you have to ask:

“We didn’t-, nothing happened did it?”

“No,” He reassures you, chewing his lower lip nervously, “You were wasted Y/N, I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that.”

“…I know,” You breathe out, “I’m sorry.” There’s a small pause before you speak again, “Thank you for bringing me back here, but... Why did you stay?” You find the courage to look at his face, immediately retting that decision. He’s still so handsome, so effortlessly handsome, and he’s looking at you with so much sadness in his eyes that your heart aches.

“Jimin slept out, but he wasn’t going to leave you on your own in that state, he almost cancelled on whoever he was supposed to be meeting so… I said I’d stay with you and told him to go. Don’t worry I slept on the sofa.”

“I don’t need a babysitter I’m a big girl,” You chuckle awkwardly, mostly to yourself, “But thank you, you can come in you know.”

Despite the obvious tension weighing the air in the room, you have to admit you’ve missed Jungkook. You feel comfortable in his presence, you feel safe. You watch him cautiously step over the threshold of the bedroom, his inked fingers graze yours as he passes you the items he initially brought for you.

“So… You’re okay?” He asks, awkwardly sitting next to you on the bed.

“This isn’t my first hangover.” You smile, genuinely smile upon smelling the familiar scent of his expensive cologne. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“No I meant-,” He smiles back, he’d almost forgotten all about your brattish sense of humour, “…How have you been?”

“Fine.” You lie, trying to save face. It’s so obvious you’re not fine. “How have you been?” You throw the white pills to the back of your throat and chug them down with the glass of water, placing it on the side table when it’s empty.

“Fine.” He lies too, it’s obvious he isn’t fine either, he’s palming his knees anxiously, “So you you mentioned that you met Jennie last night?”

Ah, Jennie. Jungkook’s ex-girlfriend. It all comes rushing back to you, how beautiful she was, how much of a fucking bitch she was… How she referred to Jungkook as daddy, just like you once had.

“Mmm,” You nod, “She’s stunning.” You look at him for any kind of reaction, but he doesn’t react at all, instead he stares at the television in the corner of the room – even though it’s turned off and only displays the faint reflection of your conversation.

“Mmm.” He doesn’t agree nor disagree with your comment much to your disappointment, ruffling his hair, “Was she rude to you?” He sounds tired.

“A little, nothing I couldn’t handle.”

To this he chuckles, the sound alone makes your heart pound even harder as he’s turning to face you, “Of course not. Things with her didn’t end well, so I’m sorry if she said something to you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you have an ex-girlfriend?” Curiosity gets the better of you as you try not to get completely lost in his big brown doe-eyes. “I mean I guess it’s none of my business now but--”

“She’s not an ex-girlfriend. She was-, you know…”

“Oh…” It hits you, she’s an ex-sugar baby of his. Of course you knew that there had been others before you, but you’d never pried into his past or asked many questions about it – mostly because your self-esteem can’t handle the idea of him being with another woman. Especially not a woman like her. The memory of her calling him daddy makes much more sense to you now, you grimace. “She wants you to answer her calls by the way.”

“Well that’s not gonna happen.” He’s quick to dismiss you, you watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat when his eyes focus on your lips for a split second, “Uh-, I should go, I’m glad you’re okay. I’ve never seen you that drunk before.”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever been that drunk before.” The corners of your mouth turn up ever so slightly, as do his, “I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, I’m just glad you’re safe—”

“No,” Your hand quickly finds his hard shoulder as you stop him in his tracks, “I’m sorry about what I said to you the last time I saw you.” It feels so good to finally get that off your chest.

Jungkook nods slowly, trying to ignore how he still melts beneath your touch, “Everybody says shit they don’t mean out of anger.” He sighs, peeking his head around the room, not daring to look you in the eye.

“You didn’t.” You remind him.

“I wasn’t angry.” Now he’s looking at you, and it’s intense, “I’m upset that you think I’m the one who leaked the video, but I was never angry, not with you anyway.”

“Jungkook…” You whisper his name for what feels like the first time in forever. Deep down you know he didn’t do what you initially accused him of, now that you’ve calmed down you can feel he’s just as devastated by this as you are, “I-, I don’t think it was you. I mean I did, but… God the things I said… I’m so sorry.”

“I’ve missed you Y/N.” His expression is unreadable, while you don’t expect him to forgive you his words give you a spark of hope, and you cling onto that spark with everything you have.

“I’ve missed you too.”

“I called you every day,” He loosely grips your wrist and removes it from his shoulder, settling for lacing his fingers with yours, “I texted you every day… You asked Taehyung if he thought you should call me, and then never did.”

“I know.” You gently squeeze his hand, guilt gnawing your insides for ignoring him all this time, you try and justify yourself even though you’re well aware that he has every right to feel the way he feels, “I needed space to process everything… I really am sorry.”

“I know.” He squeezes your hand back, his voice low and full of emotion, “I just wish you would’ve told me that rather than storming out my apartment and never coming back.”

“I-,” You’re nodding in agreement, you know you’ve fucked up, “I know.”

Your phone buzzing wins you both to look at the source of the vibrations, it’s face down against the bed sheets so you’ve no idea who’s calling you – nor do you care at this moment in time.

“Are you gonna get that?” Jungkook asks, comfortably rubbing his thumb across the top of your index finger.

“It can wait.” You give him an apologetic smile, keeping a tight grip of his tattooed hand, “I really don’t expect you to forgive me…”

“Forgive you? Y/N you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“I’ve been ignoring you for weeks.”

To this he sighs knowingly, closing his eyes, “I’m not saying you handled things perfectly because you didn’t,” He shifts his weight on the bed, turning his body to face you completely as he sits cross-legged, “But neither did I, I’m just glad you’re okay. I’ve been worried about you.”

“It was rough at first, but I’m okay. I’ve been worried about you too, I’ve been Googling you every five minutes.” You chuckle at how pathetic your honesty sounds, mirroring his movements and sitting cross-legged on the bed facing him, your hand still swallowed by his.

“I swear I had nothing to do with the leak.”

“I know, and I believe you.”

“So what happens now?” His question comes after a brief comfortable silence, catching you off-guard, “Between us.”

You grab his other hand and look him dead in the eye, realising nothing else matters, not how messy the bedroom is, not how badly your head aches from the hangover, not the paparazzi nothing. Just you and him.

“I’ve missed you so much Jungkook.”

“I know, and I believe you.” He copies your words with the faintest yet most genuine smile, “I’ve missed you too.”

“So what does happen now?” You’re nervous, you don’t know what you expect him to say but your rapidly beating heart wants nothing more than for him to accept your apology and hold you in his arms. You feel like an idiot for taking so long to realise that he could never hurt you in the ways you accused him of, whenever you’ve needed him he’s been there for you. In an ironic twist of fate when you needed him the most you were the one who pushed him away. “Between us?”

At this his profile turns serious, he’s frowning, staring at you so intensely that you feel almost small, his eyes are shiny and resemble exactly how they looked the night you left him. His head nods once, twice, three times as he braces himself, he lets go of your hands and tightly grips either side of your jaw, his palms warm against your cheeks as he desperately pulls your face closer to his.

“Come here.” 

x

[yandere-sins]

Hihihi!!

On the ask about a drug addicted love you put a monster one and yes! I need it. If you have any fics ideas for it I would really appreciate it if you would bless you with your awesome writing of one.

To be honest they don’t even need to be drug addicted they can be whatever, I just would love a monster one like that. Have a good day

Oh, I just listed some dependency tropes, they were seperated from the the drug addict just comparisons! I did have an idea for this, but feel free to be more specific with your requests in the future if this wasn’t what you wanted!

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It was a terrible storm.

One that no one should ever need to witness. You told your friends not to drive out too far into the sea, to stay close to the shore. More than once did you ask them to turn back as the clouds turned gray, reminding them of the boat rental receptionist suggesting you come back before afternoon. But no, selfish as they are, none of them wanted to lose a moment of fun on ‘their vacation’. You could have been back in your Airbnb by now, enjoying some wine and watching the storm pass, but no one listened.

Now you were trapped far, far out on the water, grabbing the wet railing as hard as you could, but it constantly escaped your grip. It was the blue hell that sailors didn’t dare to speak about, and you were surprised your boat hadn’t gone under yet. Panicked, your friends tried to steer the small motorboat back to the harbor, instructions and insults being screamed as they tried not to fall off whenever a wave hit. If you didn’t manage to get back soon, who knows where the storm was going to carry you to, out on the big, blue ocean. It was no joke that so many feared it, and after this experience, you weren’t sure if you could ever set foot on a boat again in your life.

All your friends were huddled around the steering wheel, trying to hold on and not swallow too much saltwater as it kept being swept on board. It was almost as if it was coming from all sides, trying to devour your boat whole. Horrified, you kept losing your grip, praying silently for the storm to just stop, but every second that passed, you got more anxious and terrified. What if you never got back to the haven? Would someone be able to find you out there? Or worse, what would you do if the boat sank?

Panicked, you looked at the floor, a layer of water already accumulating at your feet. You had to do something. Grabbing a wet baseball cap from your friend, you began shoveling the water over the rails and back out to sea where it belonged. It wasn’t the most useful tool, and as soon as you swept out one cap, a bucket full of water seemed to be brought back in from the waves. Still, you felt better trying to prevent a disaster instead of just holding on and letting your thoughts spiral in all the wrong directions.

“I got it! Stop it, I know the way!” the friend on the steering wheel yelled to another one trying to berate him before he harshly turned the poor wheel to the left. A jerk when through the whole boat as it attempted to comply with the instructions, and you slipped, losing your footing and hitting your back on the iron rails harshly. A wave approached just as the boat turned towards it, and before you knew it, the machine laid sideways, throwing you off as you couldn’t get a hold on anything as you were still in shock from the pain.

Suddenly, everything became quiet, eerily so, as you sank underwater. Peaceful even, in a strange, dangerous way. The storm was a mere motion down there, not a sound or disturbance. Swimming towards the surface, you got caught in a wave over and over, pushing you down, keeping you underwater. As if it was not letting you go, wanting to keep you in it for as long as possible, hungry and delighted by your presence. The non-existing sound of water rang in your ears like white noise, but no matter how much you struggled, you couldn’t break through the surface just a fingertip away from you. In silence again, you sank, not even able to see the boat of your friends anymore, wondering if they even noticed they lost you. If they even cared.

Was this how you were going to die? Alone, cold, in the eerie hush of the ocean like a blood sacrifice so your friends could escape? Your underwater vision had never been good without goggles, but it was starting to truly blur as your lungs desperately pleaded for air that you couldn’t give them. Everything was so dark and scary, even worse because of the storm, and you were drowning because others cared more about their vacation than your safety. How pitiful you were.

But the ocean was more forgiving than you could have ever imagined, singing sweet, sweet lullabies as it took you deeper and deeper till your last breath. It kept you warm, holding you in its movement, and sang to you for comfort. You underestimated the kindness that was the ocean, and even if you were a sacrifice, in your last moments, you hoped it honored you enough to keep your friends safe. Blue turned to black, and then silence; long, long silence.

You could hardly decide what shocked you more: waking up after drowning or the artificial light coming from above you and blinding you as you opened your eyes. There was a small portion of you so convinced you died, for a moment, you forgot how to breathe or swallow your own spit. And with a panic - induced by your survival instincts - you sat up quickly, eyes widening in shock.

Everything about this room looked like, well, a room. You were sitting in a bed, big and soft. It was enough for a whole family to sleep there. Then there was a table, chairs, lights hanging from the ceiling and walls, all around you. A shelf with seemingly trivial gadgets found on it, wall decor looking like spears and axes hanging high above your head. At first glance, it all seemed ordinary for a home, but when you rested your hands down on the blanket draped over your lap, you noticed for the first time how heavy it was. As if its sides were dragged down by something. The material felt weird under your fingertips, intricately woven, however, it didn’t feel smooth and soft like a blanket should. Curiously, you lifted it higher to see better, a sloshing sound rang out, implying it was... wet?

The temperature in the room wasn’t uncomfortable, if not a little warm even, so you didn’t notice at first, but the bed you were laying on was surrounded by water, and the blanket hanging off its side had partially soaked up on it. Looking down the edge of the bed, you could clearly see the ground of the ocean a few feet below you, sand, crabs, seaweed sticking out of it. But even when you stayed calm and did not create ripples in the water, the image was still disturbed. Was there an invisible floor between the ground and you?

Curiosity got the better of you, and you stretched out your legs to try and walk on what you presumed was flooring. Water surrounded you up to your hips, making it even harder to walk on your wobbling legs. Still, you managed to approach the table sticking out from the water. Now that your fussy, half-dead mind finally cleared up a little bit, you realized the table and chairs were made from corals—pretty if you liked the marine style. But looking above you, everything became a bit more surreal.

The top of the room resembled a conch but much bigger—enormous even! Enough to be like the roof of a house. You had no idea shells could grow this large or was it perhaps a manmade one? And the lights seemed more like... algae despite it shining like a lamp. In the same way, the bed too only resembled a piece of furniture, with fabrics made from plants that could only have grown on the ground of the ocean.

You felt yourself cower more into yourself, arms hugging your body protectively as you tried to make sense of this. There must have been walls; otherwise, air wouldn’t have accumulated around you, but they were just as invisible as the floor. For a moment, you wondered about a door, but you quickly realized that a door couldn’t be opened if you truly were underwater. Driving your hand along the walls, you inspected them for a way to get out, else you were feeling like you were getting claustrophobic. Maybe you had been swept to a curious resort-like hotel that had underwater bunks, and you’d be able to get out soon. Still, the strange, glass-like substance was harder than you thought as you pushed against it.

A wave captured you just as the sound of water being perforated caught your ears. You turned around, slipping and crumbling to the ground with your back hitting the wall behind you all over again, making you feel a familiar sharp pain. You could barely stay above water as you sunk to the ground, despite the air being much easier to reach now.

You wouldn’t have been able to breathe anyway, not with the panic inside of you as you were stared down by a creature much taller than you but only half as much human.

“Impossible,” you gasped, pressing yourself closer to the wall as it approached you, rendering you absolutely horrified with what you were witnessing. A man, half human, half fish, had climbed inside this room. Without even its whole tail inside, it was already taking up most of the space, and you weren’t sure what to fear the most about the creature.

Was it the human resemblance with the off-balanced proportions and clear signs of it not being human, like the tail, the gills, or the webs between its fingers? Was it just the tail that unnerved you so? Gray and very shark-like, with fins on each side, two pairs in total, and very, very long? Or was it that you knew what it was, and yet you couldn’t believe that mermaids exist even now?

“Im-poss-ible...” it stuttered slowly, exposing a row of sharp, pointed teeth and seemingly thinking about what you said before adding to it, perfectly without a hiccup, “Now that’s just rude,” in your tongue.

You couldn’t care less how rude it was that your mouth gaped wide open, enough to swallow a lot of water if the creature moved, to drown. Its hand reached up and out of the water, long arms, long fingers, proportional to the beast, but not so much to you. In an instant, flight instincts set in, knowing you could never fight it, and you jumped to the side, over the bed, and with a loud Splat! back into the water. In your panic, you had already forgotten there was a wall that would eventually hold you back.

Coughing and convulsing like a helpless child, you tried to get the water out of your lungs again, your little mission having been absolutely unsuccessful and rather only upset the mermaid - merman? - instead. You couldn’t help it! What would the creature do if it was in your situation?

Swim away.

Your eyes flitted to its tail, how the end seemed to hang into the ground and appear... outside. There was an exit after all! You just didn’t notice it at first! Instead of waiting it out, listening to your aching body, you slipped towards the hole, ready to dive under when a large hand snatched around your waist, hoisting you up and out of the water, ungracefully throwing you back on the bed, with a loud, “Woah!”

By now, you were in too much pain to try something again. Even if your back was only bruised, it felt like you broke your damn spine from continuously hitting things. Humans weren’t constructed to have so much blunt force trauma, and you had to learn it the hard way.

“Are you trying to die?” the creature asked, pinching your face in its palm, your eyes fluttering open in shock. Meekly, you shock your head as much as the grip allowed while it hovered over you. “Good, because we are really deep down, I don’t think you’d be able to make it to the surface, so don’t try.”

Blinking at it in confusion, you sneaked a peek through the translucent walls. All you could see was water and more water, fish swimming around without a single care in the world. But wherever the surface was, it was impossible to make out. There were questions in your mind that you wanted to ask, but you were almost too scared to talk, and tears in your eyes that you were too afraid to cry. However, your body couldn’t handle the pressure of the situation anymore, and you felt hot teardrops fall from your eyes into the hand of the creature.

Surprised, it looked at where the tears met its - actually somewhat slimy - hand before it let go of you to bring it to its mouth, a horrendously long tongue catching a taste of it. “Huh, cool,” it muttered, still fixated on its hand until it heard you sit up and slip away from it nervously. To your surprise, it seemed to get the hint, its body sinking back into the water and partially out of the room until it could lay down leisurely at your side, utterly unfazed by the situation that freaked you out so much.

“Wha- Why- How... You...” You tried your best to form a sentence, to make yourself be heard even just a little bit. But there you were, performing poorly under the fear and anxiety inside of you. Not surprising, but still disappointing. Its eyes fixated back on your face, intently studying you and every vibration coming from your mouth, always needing a little time to answer.

“What is going on, why are you here, how are you still alive, and what am I?” it asked all your questions, and you slowly nodded. “Humans always ask the same questions,” it lamented, sighing deeply as if it was offended. It felt a little belittling but also strange that this wasn’t an unusual occurrence for the creature, apparently.

“You almost drowned, but you were saved—by me! I think your kind calls me a mermaid since no one ever survived to ask what we call ourselves.”

You gulped as it chuckled at its own remark. That was a bad direction to take. But if no one survived, then there certainly had been others before, or?

“Anyway, it’s a little hard to pronounce for your tongue I’m afraid, so don’t bother. You are here because I brought you here.”

That concluded its relatively sparse answers to your questions, barely making you feel any wiser. For a little too long, you two merely stared at each other, its eyes rarely blinking or straying from you. You were the first to open your mouth, but before you could speak, it perked up, interrupting you.

“Don’t even dare to ask to leave after all this work it took to save you!” It was a stern warning, yet it confused you all the more. “I’m grateful, you know...” you mumbled, carefully choosing your words. “But I can’t really stay here because--”

In an instant, it was hovering above you again, asserting its unrivaled dominance, your foreheads almost touching. It was so close, you felt your own breath as it was stuck between you two. “Then, do you want to die?” it asked, and you shut up real quick.

Hands perched on the free space of the bed, the creature was slowly but surely heaving itself up, the tail winding until it was entirely inside the room. It looked strong and firm, deadly enough to break bones if you got hit by it without being in the water.

“Because if you try to swim out of here, I don’t think you’ll have enough air before the surface,” it taunted you, visibly amused with a grin. Its long pointer finger reached up to trace the form of your windpipe down your neck. With the finger ending in a sharp claw, you didn’t even dare to gulp.

“And if not, I can’t promise someone else won’t pick you up and take you home with them.” Miserable, you lifted your eyes to the creature’s, gazing at it pitifully.

“I saved you. I put you in my home. I am strong, a good swimmer, you only made it because it was me who caught you. You said you’re grateful, and you’re better not lying about that. Because you should be, others would have eaten you. I could have eaten you. You better be good and stay here, unless you’re into that kind of thing where I have to come and get you again and again.”

Maybe it was the water that finally cooled you down or its threats. Still, you began to shiver, unexpectedly diverting its attention from you to your scared reaction. You couldn’t help yourself. Part of your brain still believed you were dead, and maybe this was hell welcoming you. But either way, you were scared, helpless, and losing all control over everything.

“What are you... I don’t...” it muttered, a sudden panic evolving in the room. Fumbling a little, it finally pulled the blanket out from under its tail, draping it over your shoulders as if you were sick. But you didn’t mind the coddling all too much, quickly grabbing on to it and tightly wrapping it around you like a shield. Wherever you were, you had nothing here. No support and no chances to survive, and that thing was the closest to an ally you had seen ever since your friend ignored and forgotten you in the ocean after you fell off.

“I will learn to take care of you, don’t worry. We intelligent ones can take care of humans. We can provide for them. But you’ll stay here, after all I’ve done for you. You’re mine now. There is nowhere to go, even if you reach the surface, and I’ll always drag you back down if I have to.”

Despite the blanket and you flinching from its touch, it gripped your chin between two claws, turning you to face it. You no longer knew if you should be scared, humbled, grateful, or panicked, but you realized for the first time that you didn’t like the look it gave you. It was too... human, and yet, wrong in all the worst ways. Its eyes shone like gems, looked at you gentle as if it was talking to its lover. But in them, deep inside, you saw a predator swimming, waiting for the right moment to snap and bite.

“I like you,” it suddenly grinned, the pointy teeth making your expression turn in disgust. “I heard it was fun to have a human from the others! I wonder what else we can do...”

In the worst possible timing, your stomach suddenly growled, and it seemed puzzled at that sound, probably hearing it much louder than even you did. At the same time, hunger might have saved you, how you realized, as the creature suddenly let go, mumbling over and over, “Food... Food...” as it searched the room. Its tail was going everywhere, lifting out of the water and flying over you, before it suddenly crawled towards the hole in the floor, seemingly ready to dunk into the water before stopping, its head turning towards you creepily and a big smile crossing over its mouth.

“I’ll be right back,” it assured you, and with a massive amount of waves, it disappeared into the ocean, making you watch it swim underneath your flooring before taking off into unreachable corners for you.

Settling back on your bed, you wrapped the strange blanket tighter around you, almost to the point you hoped it would drown you. None of what happened was something you wanted to believe, and for a moment, the thought crossed that it might have been better to die than to experience whatever this was. You wanted to forget everything, from the slimy touch, these endlessly deep eyes, to the fishy smell that was now lingering everywhere. But what could you do?

Because the only thing you were sure of at this point was: it was coming back for you. And it had plans.

[opalesense]

How would the genshin Bois, zhongli, childe, diluc and kaeya react to a fem traveller stuck in a wall after a harsh battle, they'll help her get out right?...right?

a sight to behold

zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya & f!reader (NSFW-ish)

1.9k words • ~13 min. read

warnings: just a lot of teasing & dirty thoughts

notes: i was practically rubbing my hands together with evil intentions when i saw this request but i’ll spare the graphic details for another time, otherwise this will be extremely long!! also i wrote them separately here BUT i wouldn’t be opposed if someone requested them to be grouped together instead... anyway, i hope you enjoy this!! >:)

THE WIDELY FEARED PRIMO GEOVISHAP was certainly a sight to behold from above. You quickly understood why so many people often avoided interacting with this beast – it was intimidating even while it slept soundly, its loud snores echoing throughout the cavern despite being so far down. As you stood on the platform above its sleeping form, you studied its details, noticing the element it possessed and strategizing your combat plan quickly, thankful that you could manipulate an element that targetted its weakness. Once you made up your mind, you let out a huff as you took a leap of faith down, letting your glider save you at the last second before you could actually make contact with the ground.

 Your companion followed behind swiftly, the two of you moving gently around the walls of the cavern, careful not to wake the beast from its slumber. In a low whisper, you began to describe your strategy to your partner, but alas, the beast suddenly awoke and interrupted your planning with a ear splitting roar.

 Without a second thought, the two of you dashed to the creature, loosely following the details of the plan you had based on what you were able to say before you got interrupted. The battle was fine at first, but you soon realized how out of sync the two of you became as the fight progressed. Your elemental reactions were getting poorly timed, and it was difficult to keep an eye on each other’s movements with the beast constantly thrashing about and blocking communication.

 In normal circumstances, the two of you excelled in combat together without needing any other support. Maybe it was bad luck, or maybe you bit off more than you could chew this time, but you noticed you were getting knocked around easier than usual. Things were obviously not going your way and you had to think of a solution fast.

 But before you knew it, your distraction with your own thoughts got the best of you. One single swipe of the geovishap’s tail sent you flying across the cavern towards the opposite wall then tumbling on the ragged, rocky edges of floor, certainly leaving cuts and bruises for later. To make matters worse, one more aggressive roar from the beast shook the walls of cavern enough to send chunks of rock tumbling down towards your injured body. Unable to form coherent thoughts, you knew you didn’t have the strength to escape the avalanche. Instead, all you could do was lay there, helpless and bracing for impact, praying to the Archons that you can be saved.

zhongli

 Zhongli made quick work of the beast, using his shield to deliver an extremely effective counter attack and finishing it once and for all. The creature wailed in pain in its dying moments before disintegrating into dust. He expected to see your face on the other side but alas, you were nowhere to be seen.

 “[Y/N]?” his face tensed as he tried to think of where you could have disappeared to. As his eyes darted around the cavern, he immediately noticed a tiny speck of color amongst the rocks on the wall that resembled your clothing. He quickly sprinted towards you, lifting some of the boulders off of you effortlessly using his geo manipulation.

 He began to subconsciously slow down once he saw the way you were displayed in front of him. Your legs were propped up slightly from the rocks underneath you that caved in from the impact. The way your hips curved up caused your skirt to fold back onto you, leaving you completely exposed under his gaze.

 Ungodly thoughts began to race across Zhongli’s mind. He couldn’t help but slowly undress you in his mind, thinking about all the things he could do to you in this moment of vulnerability.

You poor thing... If only we were not in such a potential dire circumstance of life or death, what would stop me from keeping these rocks on top of you, grabbing those hips, and pressing myself against you? It would be the perfect opportunity to keep you still while I have my way with you... Perhaps I should check to see if you’re okay first, and maybe I can trap you with these rocks myself instead. Certainly I could even lift you in a better position for a better fit...

“Stay with me, [Y/N],” Zhongli snapped out of his fantasy and continued to lift the boulders off of you, wondering if he should really go through with his urges. “You will be okay...”

childe

 Childe had noticed you fly across the cavern in the corner of his eye, and watching you land on the floor at such a fierce impact only fueled him to keep fighting. In a fit of a rage and frustration, he summoned his dual blades and quickly turned the tides of the battle towards his favor. He didn’t even need to watch the beast die to know it was dead within seconds, and after his final blow he quickly dashed towards where you landed only to find out you had been crushed by more rocks.

 He let out another yell of frustration, grabbing the boulders one by one and pushing them off of you. “[Y/N]? Can you hear me?”

 “I’m fine, just get these off of me!” you managed to call out from underneath the pile. Relieved that you were alive and well, he managed to push most of the boulders off but hesitated once he got a good look at the way you were laid out in front of him.

 With your legs dangling off the edge of the pile, your ass was comedically exposed towards him, the rest of your upper half still trapped within the remains of the avalanche. Funnily enough, the hem of your skirt had even got trapped above your hips that you were completely exposed, causing Childe to grin evilly.

 “Well, well, well,” he slowly walked over to you and placed a gloved hand on your bare cheek, still slightly out of breath from the heavy lifting. He gave a gentle squeeze, eliciting a gasp from you. “Is this my reward for helping you? If so, I’ll gladly take it now...”

 “Did you forget that I’m stuck? What if I’m badly injured?!”

 “In that case, I’m sure I can make all the pain go away and replace it with pleasure instead,” he gave one final squeeze and chuckled before walking away to grab another boulder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding... But once you’re out, don’t expect all this help to come for free, you know.”

diluc

 Diluc watched you tumble across the floor with panicked eyes, immediately worrying about your safety but not letting that distract him from the task at hand. In the heat of the moment under the influence of rage and anxiety, he summoned his pyro manipulation to set his claymore ablaze and deliver multiple final blows to the creature, smashing its figure into bits. The beast cried in its final moments and when he was sure it was dead, he dropped his sword as he sprinted towards you.

 Pure panic settled in once he saw you had been crushed underneath the pile of rocks. He pushed himself to run faster, feeling tears form in the corners of his eyes but ignoring it. He didn’t want to lose you – not this easily.

 “[Y/N]!” he called out once he reached the site, “Can you hear me?”

 “I’m here, Diluc. I’m fine,” you reassured him. He deeply sighed in relief as he began to push the boulders off of you. Thank Barbatos you were alive and well! He shook the thought of you being fatally injured away from the forefront of his mind to focus on getting you out of this mess, using his strength to his advantage. But after a few rocks were pushed off of you, his eyes widened at the sight of you, a sight he will never forget.

 While your legs and upper body were still trapped underneath the pile, the first thing Diluc revealed was your ass, exposed by your skirt that was coincidentally trapped above your hips. Your thighs were pinned together, rubbing gently as you squirmed in the rubbish, trying to wiggle your way out. Or at least, he wanted to believe you were wiggling for the sole purpose of getting out, and not to tease him.

 With a nervous gulp, he averted his eyes away from you and resumed his work on the boulders. His mind couldn’t help but drift away into sinful corners, though. He envisioned the way he could firmly grab your thighs, pull down your underwear and...

 “Don’t scare me like that again,” he took a more lighthearted tone to cover up his urges, “I thought you were surely dead.”

kaeya

 After briefly witnessing you get thrown across the cavern, Kaeya managed to finally stab the beast in such a precise weakness point, making it wail in pain until it slowly withered away in its dying moments. He took no time at all to rush over to you, sprinting faster once he saw that you had been crushed by an avalanche.

 “[Y/N], talk to me,” he subtly asked for reassurance that you were still alive as he began to analyze the situation and pinpoint exactly where you were in all this rubbish.

 “I’m okay,” you weakly muttered with a grin, glad that he had come to your rescue, “Just a little bruised, that’s all.”

 Following the trail of your voice, he put his mind to work. He started to strategically push certain rocks so that others would naturally fall off of you without him needing to lift too much. After awhile, he began to spot one of your arms, then your other arm, and with each rock tumbling down he soon revealed the full picture.

 Or at least, a fraction of the full picture.

 He was relieved to see that you had wrapped your arms around your head for protection before the crash, avoiding what would have been an extremely dangerous injury. With your entire body from the chest down still trapped, you felt the need to stretch out your arms in the newly freed space and take a deep breath, glad to finally have some fresh air. “Good morning,” you joked on your bed of rocks.

 Even though he certainly felt some relief, he couldn’t fight the urge to tease you as he cooed over the sight of you so helpless underneath him. With an evil smirk, he pulled out one of the rocks that was supporting your neck, leaving your head hanging off the edge and eliciting a gasp from you. Before you could protest, he propped himself up against the wall with one arm, his body hovering over you and his crotch just inches away from your face.

 “Look at that pretty mouth of yours... You tempt me even in the most dire situations, sweetheart,” he let his free hand run slender fingers across your scalp, slowly massaging you. “Now that I think about it, I do deserve a prize for saving you, don’t I?”

 “Quit running your mouth and just help me get out of here,” you scolded him jokingly. He laughed and shook his head dismissively as he walked away to get back to work, fighting that strong urge to use your throat in such a vulnerable state.

 “If you say so, sweetheart. Maybe some other time.”

[kirishimasensei]

a siren, singing you to shipwreck

author :: KirishimaSensei (Misha)

pairing :: Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader

word count :: 2.6k

tags :: sexually explicit content | adult characters | sex work | mermaid reader | pirate Bakugou | AU

a/n :: I have ideas to turn this into a series, so if you like this, please let me know!

The Ocean has its silent caves,

Deep, quiet, and alone;

Though there be fury on the waves,

Beneath them there is none… x

You have no doubt in your mind that this is Bakugou Katsuki, the pirate king.

He may have sailed into port on a ship much smaller than his fabled Mitsuki, but if any man has the presence of royalty, it’s him. His size alone competes with the most powerful of men you have ever laid eyes on; his stature and strength unparalleled to anyone you’ve ever known. There’s no question that this man wields broadsword and battle ax with ease and familiarity, his scars telling stories of combat and conflict.

Even now, laid out in the bath that you’ve drawn for him, his presence overwhelms the room. He’s too big for the tub, calf crossed over shin as his legs rest against the porcelain edge, feet in the air. His thick arms, corded with hard muscle, are sitting on either side of the bathtub, his wrists wrapped around with strings of gold and leather and carved bone, the trappings of nomadic wealth. Both hands boast a single ring, one smooth band, one set with a glimmering red stone. His neck, too, is a testament to his affluence, with lengths of thin gold chains and a single strand of suede wrapped snug at the base of his throat. In each ear hangs small gold hoops.

His hair, sun-bleached and salt-stiff as it is, was weighted heavy with beads and rings and coins before you got your hands on them. Now, the trinkets lay in a small pile on a near table, and Bakugou, small braids undone, tangles unfurled, sighs beneath your touch as you massage sweet-smelling oil into his recently cleansed scalp.

You’re knelt upon a low, cushioned bench behind him, fingers running through his shoulder-length hair, then down his neck, across his shoulders. He sighs when your fingertips press against the knots beneath his skin, tension leaking out of his body with the help of your tender touch.

His shoulders are broad, wind-whipped, and stained a freckled bronze. Skin like his doesn’t burn in the sun, having spent most of his life beneath the open sky as pirate king. It’s a golden brown, hot to the touch even now, the warmth radiating from him like fever.

Your eyes follow the tattoos across his skin. The pirate is covered - black ink etched into his flesh in various stages of fracture. Some dark and bold, others well-worn and dull to the point of being indecipherable. From face to feet, something marks each part of his body, if not a single image then a full piece of art. Words in languages unknown to you, glyphs, runes, and symbols - your fingers twitch with the need to trace every line. You wonder at the stories behind each piece.

You’ve heard your fair share of rumors about the man, whispers of horrors too terrible to be true. Feats so incredible that they have to be fiction. Even enamored sighs all with the name Bakugou Katsuki on their tongues. Everyone knows tales of the pirate king, but surely they know nothing of the man sitting before you.

Despite his rugged but regal appearance, Bakugou has given you no indication of who he is, merely introducing himself as a captain whose men were in need of warm food, a decent bed, and whatever other comforts they could find. Apparently, comforts to Bakugou mean a hot bath and the attention of the most selective and costly courtesan in Yuuei, who caters to only the most worthy of men.

The pirate king would surely be worth your time, and even this man who pretends not to be would have caught your eye regardless. And whether or not Bakugou meant truly to deceive or to merely just go about unburdened by recognition, you feign ignorance despite knowing him for what he is. For who would ever imagine that this man, gloriously nude, in a bath of oils and salts and flowers, is the admiral of a hundred ships known as the country of Bakuhatsu, both feared and respected on the high seas?

Elsewhere his status would be either an advantage or a burden, but Yuuei is a country of curiosity and trade and peace. She does not persecute pirates as the rest of the world does, even a pirate as infamous as King Katsuki. She is open to all, a place to rest, a place to get rich, as long as any disorder or disturbance stays outside of her borders.

Because of this generosity, Yuuei has not been victim to attack since many years before you were born. Those who would raid and pillage give Yuuei a wide berth or stop only to rest and resupply before being on their way. And Yuuei ships are safe on the seas, her flag a symbol of peace to all.

The country is ruled by All Might, who is not only her king, but her protector; one of the most formidable men the world has ever known. Besides the king, Yuuei is also under the protection of the children of Doryoku, the nation under the sea. As a result of a treaty signed generations ago, Doryoku has sworn to guard Yuuei with her Senshi Mafoku - fierce warrior merfolk who can shift forms from legs on land to a tail in the sea. Their skill in combat is unparalleled to almost any army known to man; their strength as incredible as it is inhuman.

They have been known to dismantle ships from the water with only their strength and a few grapnels. They can lure men to their watery deaths with just their voices and ensnare them with naught more than a touch.

As such, your hands slide down Bakugou’s chest as you lean forward, fingers pressing firm into the muscles there. Bakugou tilts his head back, resting it on your shoulder, soaking the sleeve of your thin, silk robe with his wet hair. He looks unworried and relaxed, his eyes closed, pink lips slightly parted.

You study his face - his slender brows and thick, dark lashes, the lines at the corners of his eyes that strengthen his otherwise soft features. You can’t help but think that he’s absolutely beautiful and much more gentle than you would have ever imagined.

You shift one of your hands up, shoulder flexing beneath Bakugou’s head with the movement, to cradle his jaw in your palm. You angle his head back even further to kiss his ear, to nose at the softness of his freshly shaven cheek. You breathe him in. He still smells like ocean salt despite being slathered with almond and coconut oils, the saline and sweet scents emanating from warm, wet skin making for a heady combination.

You’re overcome with the sudden urge to taste him, to mark him, so you do, teeth sinking into the curve of his neck and shoulder. It’s not hard enough to hurt him, but it will linger if he’s prone to bruising. And you take pleasure in the thought of him returning to sea with your claim still upon him.

Bakugou emits a sharp inhale at the pressure, and when you pull back, his eyes open, flaming crimson meeting your own with a flash of something devious underneath his otherwise docile demeanor. The corners of his parted lips tilt up, gold teeth glinting at the edge of his smile.

“Join me,” he says, with the air of a man who gets what he wants with no more than a simple command.

“There’s hardly enough room for you alone,” you reply, voice soft as to not offend him. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

He huffs in displeasure but relaxes all the same, closing his eyes and allowing his head to roll against your shoulder once more, face toward your neck. 

“Tend to me, then,” he says against your throat, peppermint sweet breath warm against your skin. “I’m all yours.”

You laugh softly at the declaration, as if any person could claim this man as their own. You tell him so and feel Bakugou’s sly smile against your neck as the pirate presses his lips to your heated flesh.

He starts with closed-mouth kisses, gentle pecks to your throat that quickly turn heated as he adds teeth and tongue. His hand comes up to hold the back of your head in his palm, pressing you closer while he tastes your skin, licks across your thrumming pulse. 

You enjoy the feeling of his mouth on your body, and you want more. You tilt your head to the side, letting it rest in his palm, as you give him more room to wander. There’s something dangerous about Bakugou’s touch. Something that scares you but tempts you all the same. You feel yourself giving up control to it, the mood shifting in Bakugou’s favor. You can’t have that. Your eyes, which you had not realized were even closed, open and you pull back, surprised at the desperate sound that leaves Bakugou as you do.

You press a soft kiss to the corner of his panting mouth as a consolation, place a palm on his heaving chest to steady him. Could the pirate king truly be so needy? Chasing your touch like a man starved for it, like he needs your attention to sustain him.

So you continue to give him both. You rise up further on your knees and slowly reach down across the long line of Bakugou’s torso, feeling the strong muscles of his stomach, the coarse hair below his navel. Your fingers skim his hard cock where it has risen to rest against his stomach, but you don’t take hold of it yet, choosing instead to taunt and tease. Bakugou lets out a frustrated sound at your evasion, and you smile against his jaw in response.

His thigh is thick and powerfully built, solid in your grasp as your fingers knead the hard muscle. You have to practically drape yourself over his shoulder to reach, breasts pressed against him, the full front of you wet now with scented water soaking the thin fabric of your robe. But he doesn’t seem to mind. He just turns his head to nuzzle at whatever skin or silk on your person that he can touch.

“You said you’d take care of me,” he says, his voice rough and low. 

“I am,” you reply. “I know exactly what you need.”

Bakugou scoffs. “You don’t know shit,” he tells you, but there’s no heat behind his words and you’re too amused to take offense. 

“Tell me, then,” you say as you continue to massage his thigh. “How can I take care of you?”

The pirate king looks at you from the corner of his eye. “You can start by stroking my cock.”

You laugh but oblige, giving him the relief that he so desperately needs by finally taking his cock in your hand. He hisses as if burned, hips jumping to thrust his dick up into your fist. He’s hard and thick against your palm, hot even in the cooling water of the bathtub. You imagine he would fill you up nicely, stretch your cunt in the most delicious way. You tremble at the thought. 

Once Bakugou settles, you give him one long, slow stroke from base to tip, twisting at the top, then stroking back down again. 

“Like this?” you ask, your hand following that same path again.

“Yeah, fuck, like that,” he groans, his head titled back to rest against your body.

You keep stroking him, reveling in his soft grunts and low moans. On another downstroke, you keep going, moving downward, caressing his balls with your palm, cupping them, feeling the weight and heft of them as he growls in response. You slide your palm back up the underside of his cock, fingertips following after to wrap your fingers around the head, stroking just the tip. You pump him, slow and shallow, the oil in the water slicking your way and making for an easy slide.

Bakugou’s fingers tighten against the edges of the tub, inked and scarred knuckles going pale at the pressure. He uncrosses his legs and plants both feet on the lip of the tub, giving him more leverage to thrust up and fuck your fist.

But it’s not enough. He’s too impatient for your slow and teasing touches, so he wraps his hand around yours, dwarfing your fist with his fingers. He moves your hand, using it to stroke his cock, forcing you to go at the pace that he wants.

You let him use you, watching him as he thrusts his hips up to fuck into your joined hands. Gradually, he picks up speed. You try to keep up with him, but it’s too much, he’s too strong, so you just relax, give in to him. 

You’re not even being touched but the sight before you is overwhelming. The strong muscles in Bakugou’s stomach are bunching and flexing as he moves, the head of his dick, glistening wet and flushed red, is rising from your fist, blanketed by Bakugou’s much larger fingers. Your cunt clenches at the thought of his thick cock inside of you, of him fucking you the way he’s fucking your hand.

You’ve lain with men out of duty, but never truly out of want. This feeling of desire is foreign to you, but you intend to fully embrace it. You’ve bedded warlords and dukes and knights, and even a prince once from a country too new even to be painted on maps, but for all you played a role, out of service and the safety of your country. 

But Bakugou… everything about him calls to you. His size, his strength, his body that is scar-covered and battle-hewn; the danger he exudes and the softness just underneath. This pirate king, you want him for yourself. And you will have him.

The hand not around his cock is planted on his shoulder, fingernails digging into his skin for leverage so that you don’t fall forward. There’s water sloshing over the sides of the tub, spilling over you and drenching your robe, but you’re too far gone to care. You barely even realize that your thighs are spread, knees pressing hard against the bench you’re kneeling on, hips undulating in a ragged rhythm. You’re moaning against the man, lips and nose pressed against his skin, tasting and breathing in the sun-kissed, salt-steeped column of his throat. 

Bakugou’s movements grow frantic and, following a gasp, he grows silent for a moment, breath catching in his chest. His shoulders hunch in on himself, hips still thrusting, driving his cock erratically into your fist. 

“Cum for me, Captain,” you command of him. “Please, cum for me.”

Bakugou moans, long and loud and deep, hips stuttering, his fist clenching yours even tighter than before. And then he erupts, long ropes of cum landing on his freshly cleansed skin, covering his flushed, glistening stomach and chest. 

He squeezes, making you milk the last of his come from his cock, trails of pearl white spilling down his shaft, into the bath water. He relaxes after, body sinking down into the tub, the back of his head resting against your chest. 

Bakugou picks up your hand and presses his lips to the back of it, breathing heavily. He kisses up the back of your wrist, rubs his cheek against your skin before you gently slide your hand from his grasp. You dip it back down into the warm and swirling water, then place your palm on his stomach, wiping him clean once more.

x quote by Nathaniel Hawthorne

[nep2unes]

𝐅𝐓. 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐏 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐒 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲)

✭ channeled signs 4 all piles: orange, birds, doves, little einstein trap remix, michael jackson, baby brother, binging the originals, lavender, alpha and omega, klayley (someone really been watching the originals heavy LMAO i can’t), fan fiction, harry styles, story times, youtube pick a cards, soulmate, sharp eyebrows, getting your eyebrows done, spa, facial, self-care, fog, gloomy weather, rain, sunday morning, karaoke, singing alone in your room, making playlists, low battery percentage, on your sad girl shit listening to sad music to make yourself feel better (btw wrong move, this shit gon make you feel worse. put on some meg. STANDDDD UPPP!), sirens, congested traffic, sza, spongebob (i heard specifically “bring it arounddd town”)

✭ you ready? take a deep breath and don’t overthink it. go ahead a choose the picture you’re most drawn to. the first pic your eyes laid on is usually your answer. it’s ok to be drawn to more than one pile too! enjoy! x

PILES 1-3 FROM TOP TO BOTTOM

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄:

financial abundance. you’re currently working on creative endeavors that are not only going to serve your highest good but the process itself is healing you as well. this financial abundance was meant to be. it was written in your destiny. your intuition may be heightened at this time and if not, it’s coming. especially with this portal, you’re truly going to be coming into your power. you’re going to be using your intuition to guide you in not only your current business affairs but also in matters of heart as well. i’m sensing a divine counterpart may be at play at this moment? (for SOME not everyone, so take with a grain of salt) maybe sending you messages through music, tik tok, numbers, etc. balance in all aspects of your life is coming. you may be feeling down or tired lately and that’s making you feel guilty because you feel like you’re not doing enough but really it’s just spirit telling you to slow down and take some breaks. fill up your cup a bit and don’t get too in your head when it comes to this. this financial abundance and this overall prosperity headed towards you was literally MADE for you. it’s divinely protected so it’s not going anywhere. don’t feel pressured to constantly be working or doing something because at the end of the day you gotta take care of yourself and energy. this month is going to be full of working but also joy and celebration. you’ll find your balance. you’re work is not going unnoticed baby! keep going, i see you and so does spirit.

𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓:

it’s planning szn! get a journal, planner, or start a folder on your computer to organize yourself when it comes to your time and business ideas! you have so much bright ideas and it’s time to put it on paper. once you do, your spiritual team has got the rest. ALSO figure out the anxiety you have within these ideas. it has something to do with you not feeling good enough to achieve all these goals but trust when i say this you got it bro. otherwise, you wouldn’t be thinking up these random ass ideas. i feel like you’re a great manifestor as well, use that to your advantage when it comes to your business and your mental health! just know that “prosperity lies ahead.” everything is gonna be fine. you’re gonna be ok because you were built for this. never forget that! keep out on the watch for intuitive hits from your guides. i feel like they’ve been trying to talk to you for a minute but you’re just ignoring them LMAO. you’re loved baby, believe it!

CHANNELED SONG: ALL ME BY DRAKE FT. JAY-Z AND BIG SEAN

“i got ninety-nine problems and a bitch ain’t one, i got ninety-nine problems getting rich ain’t one!”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎:

healing. your stagnancy is over. your hermit mode is over. it’s go time right now. it’s time to move forward and start to take action on all those creative ideas you have. your new beginning is here, if you so choose. you have a cage over your head. you’re too in your head.  i think because you’re so worried about what others think when you do step out as this new person and step out with all these ideas but honestly truly, who gives a fuck. like bro you were meant to do this shit! act like it! give yourself some more credit. you’ve gone through hell and back and you’re still here so that’s your validation! you don’t need anyone else’s validation. march is bringing you so much healing and courage to step out and embody the truest form of yourself. you know what you want, so why are you holding back? little changes lead to big changes. simply from starting to cook your own meals at home to exercising are big ass accomplishments! give yourself a pat on the back every once in a while.

𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓:

your commitment is being tested at this moment. you have a tendency to start stuff and then not finish them and i think this is because you think you’re not worthy but that’s not the case. you need to stop the self-limiting beliefs. they don’t serve you. i think this month is going to be evoking a change within you where you do find out just how powerful you are and how you are the one in control of your reality. once you do do this, your manifestations are going to sky rocket in! good shit lies ahead man you just gotta believe it for yourself. fuck what everyone else says or thinks. shadow working and journaling through your emotions are going to help you heavily this month to combat your self-doubt. remember: to get something you’ve never had, you gotta do something you’ve never done!

CHANNELED SONG: GREEK GOD BY CONAN GRAY

“there’s nothing you could do, to dampen up my mood”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄:

first of all, let me just say, y’all mfers stubborrrnnnnn. goddamn! so isolation is going to be a big theme this month for you. and don’t roll your eyes and give me that big ass sigh. you know this is needed because you’ve been constantly on the move, your mind has been going 50 mph constantly and you’re not showing up for yourself as much as you should be. i think you’re not satisfied with your life right now and this isolation period is needed so you can reflect on yourself, on relationships, connections, and things that don’t serve you. there’s something holding you back and you know what it is but this isolation period is going to reveal the root of it. so it’s not only isolation but a lot do healing and truths about yourself that are coming to light. y’all have a big ass relationship wound. you’re too hung up on your toxic ass ex. slow down baby. i’m sensing this relationship wound stems from not having been shown the proper way to love as a child. i’m seeing a lot of emotional abuse and neglect. maybe your parents/guardian had their own issues as far as addiction and traumas. so now that’s translating into your life currently. this month, specifically, a lot of the shit that you’ve been ignoring is gonna be right in your face. my love, it’s time to realize your worth and embrace your pain. you’re here on earth for a reason and i think it’s time to realize that what you reap, you sow. face those negative thoughts, fears, and traumas that you haven’t faced yet. your inner child right now is grieving heavy and calling out to you for comfort but you’re ignoring them. this month is going to be a lot of alone time from the world for the mere reason that you need to face your demons and battle them because at the end of the day you’re gonna be victorious.

𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓:

this is your final battle. you don’t have to fight anymore. march is going to be a transformative time for you in that you’re gonna recognize the strength you have. but adjustments are required in terms of mindset, how you speak to yourself, and how you approach the world. take time to breathe, contemplate, and figure out wtf your steps are moving forward. i think your biggest fear is being alone but let me say this shit, it’s your biggest strength. we came in this world alone and we go out of this world alone so it’s time to embrace it. you’re a beautiful soul with lots of love to give babe but you’ve constantly given your love to others that weren’t deserving of it so it’s time to channel that energy to yourself. give more to yourself. take time to nurture your inner child and provide them with the tenderness and love you’ve never received because once you feel that unconditional love from yourself you’re never gonna wanna go back. the pain from facing your inner demons is SOOOO worth the healing and love you feel afterwards. ALSO spirit at this time is stressing that you don’t have to go through this battle by yourself. they constantly surround you and all you need to do is ask for help and they got you. surrender all your worries, problems, insecurities, etc. to them. if you can’t get out of bed one day, ask them to provide you the courage to do so and get shit done. they love you so much and want you to know that you’re worth so much more than what you allow in your space. (OH AND BLOCK THAT TOXIC EX! spirit really doesn’t like them LOL i feel like that mfer be tryna lure you in sometimes with random texts and fake accounts on social media. cut all ties. you’re worth more. CHOOSE YOURSELF!)

CHANNELED SONG: OUTTA TIME BY BRYSON TILLER FT DRAKE

“we're toxic as ever, make no mistake, all the roads lead to we shouldn't be together.”

[bnha-dumpster]

what if we added shindo to this cloud fest? I feel like he'd be a naga, constantly getting the farmer trapped in his coils, fucking them within an inch of their life, compressing them in this cocoon he's made with his tail. I don't think him and wolf bakugou would get along very well though - shindo is also very protective as well as a little obsessive over reader. I feel like he's more of a lurker, surprisingly adept at getting the drop on reader even though he's a huge fuckin SNEK .

grabby hands at anything shindo (thinks about their size difference being like this)

Pairings: Naga Shindo x Farmer Male Reader Content tags/warnings: non-human genitalia, size difference, inflation, belly bulge, oviposition/ovipositing, hemipenes, exhibitionism, aphrodisiac venom Word count: 1k

There’s always a risk of being pounced by one of your monsters when you do your midnight barn checks. You don’t like having to do them, but the incident of one of them managing to escape while you were asleep put you on edge. Now you’re forced to do a check to make sure none of them have escaped. Besides losing your sleep, you’re at risk of being attacked by one of the many horny monsters in the barn because of this. And tonight is one of those nights.

“Just the person I was looking for.” 

A large tail wraps around your torso and lifts you into the air. There’s only one resident of your farm capable of it and you sigh. 

“Shindo, please put me down.” You don’t squirm, you only stare at the Naga. “I’m not in the mood for this, especially not at midnight.” 

“But I’m in the mood, my dear farmer. Come here.” 

You don’t have a choice in it. Shindo plops you into his lap and you’re made aware of the two cocks pressing against your backside immediately. They’re hard and waiting for your attention. You can feel the heat through your pajamas as he grinds against your body. It’s clear that he’s pent up and was searching for someone to help relieve himself. He would’ve chosen anyone awake in the barn. You however, are his preferred person to help him.

Of course this isn’t the first time you’re dealing with the Naga’s antics. He’s been able to sneak up on you many times before, shoving one of his dripping cocks into your ass and fuck you. A few of those times he’s shamelessly laid his eggs inside you. Shindo is kind enough to help you push them out afterwards. He’s also kind enough to never actually cum inside you and fertilize the eggs.

“I’d like to do something different tonight.” 

Shindo hums as he tears your pajamas off with his claws, one hand coming to grab your limp cock and the other gently massaging your balls. He can get you hard from a few pumps easily, the pad of his finger pressing down and rubbing the slit of your cock. The fondling and light squeezes he gives to your balls only makes the process faster. A slightly harder squeeze gets your cock to twitch, making you squirm in your spot. 

The Naga continues to pump your cock while watching you, leaning over your shoulder to see it twitch and leak precum from his actions. He finds your weak squirming cute and your suppressed noises even cuter. 

“See,” Shindo lets go of your sac to press his hand against your lower abdomen. You feel his cocks twitch as he rubs small circles into the skin. “I’m going to fill you with my eggs and then I’m going to cum deep inside you. You’re going to take them properly this time.”

“Wait, what?” You try to turn to face him, stopped by his large hands gripping your waist to hover your body over his cocks. 

“You’re going to love it.” 

That’s what he says before he sinks his fangs into your neck and warmth rushes into you. It’s Shindo’s kind gesture, forcing aphrodisiacs into your bloodstream to numb the pain of him stretching you out. It makes the feeling of his cocks managing to sheath themselves inside your ass feel amazing. You let out a loud moan, waking up some of the occupants of the barn. Of course, you don’t notice.

“Fuck, Shindo-” He begins to move you up and down along his cocks with ease. The aphrodisiac continues to be pumped into your system until you feel like you’re nearly on fire. Your body is so warm and every touch sends pleasure through you. All you can do is hold onto his tail for dear life.

Your stomach bulges each time his cocks sheathe inside you fully, the two of them actually wiggling around. Unabashed moans leave you as pleasure assaults your senses. Finally Shindo unlatches his mouth from your neck and focuses on watching your hole swallow his cocks. He finds it amazing that your body can take so much inside at one time.

“Y/N, you take me so well. It’s like your body was made for this.” 

Shindo has to stop his movements to reach around your body so he can feel the bulge of your stomach. It’s an amazing sensation. The bulge of your stomach is wiggling slightly from the movement of his cocks and he can’t believe that he can actually feel it. He’s hyperaware of how he’ll be able to feel his eggs inside you once he’s done it.

Normally he’d last longer but the vivid image of you being stuffed full of his eggs is too much to bear. He moves you a few more times before pushing you down and keeping you there with his tail. One hand goes to jerk you off as it begins.

A groan comes from your mouth as one of his cocks swells inside you and begins to push eggs deep into you. The sensation is something you’ve experienced before so it doesn’t unsettle you. Rather, it’s actually quite nice. 

“Can you feel it? These eggs are just for you.” The Naga allows his tail to full restrict you on his lap so he can rub his hand on your stomach. He can feel each egg leave his cock and settle inside you. One... Two... Three.. Four... Five. “Time to fertilize them.”

The sensation of being full from Shindo’s eggs suddenly change when a new warmth fills you. Your abdomen bulges even more from the amount of cum that Shindo pours into you. It feels like it’ll overflow, but it somehow doesn’t. His cocks keep your ass sealed, nothing able to seep out of your hole as he holds you.

“Shit, I’m gonna-” Between feeling full and the diligent hand stroking your dick, you cum. You still hold onto his tail and shudder against it to try to ride the waves of your orgasm. 

You’re lost in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion until you feel a different clawed hand grab your chin to lift your head up. Red eyes glare at you and you immediately know who it is. 

“Who said you could go and fuck someone else?” Bakugou’s voice is rough and angry, but you’re way too tired to care. “I’ll be taking those eggs out of you soon enough.”

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Switched | Itadori Yuji x reader x Sukuna

summary: fucking yuji means a passionate night until sukuna decides to be an asshole and switches with your boyfriend half way through sex.

F!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: 18+, name calling

author's note: i've been thinking of this since i last closed the app and i knew i just had to write it

You've been horny all night.

Your boyfriend, Itadori Yuji, is wearing a simple plain white dress shirt which he folded up right below his elbows. He has two buttons undone and the shirt is tucked in black dress pants, his long legs causing for his ankles to show right above the black boat shoes he has on his feet.

He finished the look with a white silver watch on his left wrsit. Honestly? You could feel your cunt already dripping just by the way your boyfriend looked while the two of you were still at the apartment.

As the group; Nobara, Gojo, Nanami and Yuji sang happy birthday for Megumi, you're busy rubbing your thighs together, proving for the action to be a bit more difficult than it actually is when you're seated.

Megumi blows his candles and everyone cheers, clapping their hands as they begin to dig into the food. You try distracting yourself, scooping in a few scoops of food on your plate but it is all for naught when Yuji leans over, giving you a chance to get a whiff of his cologne.

A strong strawberry scent with a little bit of sweet vanilla and a hint of bold wood. The scent doesn't smell like it goes everywhere at all- it all smells so good together. Yuji uses his chopsticks to place some strips of beef on your food, your gaze immediately on his forearm- veins feintly protruding from under his light skin. The silver around his wrist doesn't help at all and it makes you feel as if you are this horny teenager again.

"Eat up." Yuji smiles, his eyes smiling with him. You force your lips to stretch, sending him a big smile back before eating your food, deciding to forget all about your thoughts by stuffing food in your mouth.

It works.

Well, more or less. You haven't had a single dirty thought about your boyfriend ever since uou began eating, and now Nobara is currently singing her heart off as Gojo and the birthday boy himself are dozing side by side on the end of the couch. Nanami is busying himself by sipping on his drink, a smile feint on his lips as he watches and listens to Nobara sing, looking like how a proud father would.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn't look too good.

"You okay, babe?" You ask, leaning in to squeeze his forearm softly. He snaps out what seems to be in a caging gaze he was in, looking at you. Yuji smiles, hand fluing on yours to give it a good, reassuring squeeze. "I'm good, baby. Just a little tired, I guess."

You furrow your brows, definitely not buying his lies. "Just tell me. The faster you tell me the faster we can solve the problem." You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Yuji's eyes slowly and uncontrollably begin traveling down your chest, gaze glossing over your evident cleavage, moving again even much lower, his eyes taking note of how the black dress you're wearing is hugging every curve on your body perfectly.

Yuji leans in, his strong cologne scent causing the butterflies in your stomsch to go insane. "That dress has been driving me crazy the whole night." Your boyfriend's hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, casuing goosebumps to rise all over your body. "Take it off for me, please?"

You breath in a deep and shaky breath, closing your eyes to try and convince yourself not to strip naked in front of your friends and teachers right here on the spot. You stand up abruptly, catching Nanami's attention.

"We gotta go, Yuji has a really bad stomach ache." The corners of your mouth pull down into a fake frown which Nanami buys, nodding his head and waving the both of you off. You take Yuji's hand and pull him out of the Kareoke room, your heels loud as you stomp your way out of the building and to the parking lot.

As you find your car, you pull the front seat's door open only for it to be closed shut again by your boufriend. Yuji pulls you closer by your waist, making you can feel how hard he is inside his pants.

"We're not doing it here."

"My car's windows are tinted." He bites on your ear.

You keep telling yourself not to do it, to just wait until the both of you gets home but Itadori jr. seems to be having other plans for tonight. You sigh, walking over to the back door and pulling it open. As soon as you bend over to get in, Yuji pushes you and slams the door behind him.

The cold winter nights of Japan has the interior of the car all cool and comfortable. Yuji spins you around by your waist, running both of his hands on either sides of your waist. He breathes out deeply, eyes scanning hungrily over your form. His hands begin to make their way down your thighs, he leans in to give you a soft peck on the lips. Yuji looks into your eyes at first before leaning back in to envelope you into a deep kiss, his tongue skillfully brushing and sliding against yours as he sucks on it softly. His breathing his ragged as he feels your body all over, your legs instinctively opening and moving up his hips. Yuji presses his hard member against your clothed cunt, grinding on it for some kind of friction before pulling away when he feels just how soaked you are down there.

He reaches a hand under your dress, pressing two fingers on your wet cunt making you mewl. You've been holding it in for too long and now you're just very sensitive. The corner of his mouth twitches up, "Have you been wet for me the entire night, baby?"

You don't trust your voice, you can't. You know it'll sound needier than you actually are, you know it'll set Yuji off to start teasing you, so you nod your head, your face contorting as you feel him slip a finger between your folds.

He leans forward, hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. Yuji's warm tongue runs up the skin once, twice- he's adding another digit into your wet hole and you almost cum at the spot when he nibbles on your soft skin.

"I'll take very good care of you tonight." He presses his soft lips on the nibbled part of the skin, slowly trailing kisses up to your cheek and finally back onto your lips.

You couldn't think straight- your head was full of the boy. You absolutely loved about him; his strawberry pink hair, when he smiles with his eyes, how he can never go through a day without cuddling you at least once, how he does his best to give you anything you want, how he's one of your biggest inspirations in life. This boy- no, this man is someone you can imagine waiting for you at the end of the isle, hot tears streaming down his face as he waits for you at the end of the path, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on- yes, even more beautiful than Jennifer Laurence.

Aoi would be right beside him, rubbing a hand on his back as he tries to soothe his best friend's sobs.

You snap out of your daze when you notice your boyfriend looking deeply into your eyes, a soft blush caressing his cheeks as he studies your face ever so lovingly. "I love you." You tell him.

His blush darkens as he leans into you, pressing his lips once again on yours. "I love you too." You feel the head of his cock press against your entrance for a bit before entering you completely.

You let out a soft whine, arching your back as your lips are trapped between your teeth. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of your boyfriend slowly pushing his entire length inside you, getting you feeling so full of him. "Yuji..." Your voice sounds so lewd, so needy and whiny for him that the sound of it makes you blush. You feel him stop moving once he's inside you fully, and at first you think he's letting you adjust to his size. That is, until he pulls his head back and your gaze falls onto the black lines all over his face. The soft look that once inherited your boyfriend's face is now replaced by a smug, cocky one. He has a smirk on that tells you to push him off and quickly get out of the car- but why don't you?

Instead, you feel yourself clenching around him even more. The look on his face has you dripping wet, your nipples hardening underneath your dress and the butterflied in your stomach going crazy as ever.

"Can't believe that little boy would keep you all to himself." His voice isn't Yuji's- no. It's much deeper, darker, more dangerous. He looks down at your apalled expression, his smirk growing even bigger. He leans over, pushing your legs up to your chest and forcing you down into a mating press. "What's my name, princess?"

You can feel your heart beating rapidly against your chest, your breathing shaky and your head clouded. Without even thinking about it, your mouth moves on their own and out comes your whimpering voice.

"Sukuna."

The curse pulls away with a wide grin, pulling his hips out before thrusting his cock inside you again, the tip of his cock hitting the same spot as it did before. Sukuna's hips are relentlessly thrusting inside you, abusing your needy hole as you moan loudly for more.

His hand finds its way to your boob and you feel something hot and wet lap itself over your hardened nipple. You look down to see the mouth on his hand grinning cockily like him. It wraps itself around your nipple, sucking on the bud and biting on it softly making your eyes rolls back to your head.

You feel something coil up inside your stomach, your mouth opening as you feel yourself slowly reach your high. "I-I'm so, fucking, clo-" Sukuna thrusts his hips hardly once, causing your toes to curl and your body to shake as you move your hips to ride out your orgasm. Heavy breaths fill the car as your legs grow limp on either side of his body and your eyelids become heavier.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Sukuna squeezes your cheeks, making your eyelids lift open. He hooks his arm around your back, pulling you along with him as he sits up.

Your eyes widen and back arches when you feel electricity run up your spine. Sukuna lifts a brow, his hands on either side of your hips, preventing you from lifting them. "Too full!" You whimper out, tears forming on the corners of your eyes as you swallow a large lump down your throat.

"Hah?" He tilts his head to the side, "But I haven't even came yet." You feel him roll his hips once, but it was all it took to have you digging your nails on his shoulders. "I'll pull out when I cum. But for now," He lowers his head to take your nipple by his mouth, his fingers pinching and playing with the other one. ",focus on making me feel good, princess."

Your eyes clench shut asbyou focus on the feeling of his hard member inside your dripping cunt. You move your hips once, you feel goosebumps all over your body. You move your hips a second time and you're wanting to feel that same friction again. You move your hips a third and you're letting your desires take over.

You hump on Sukuna's cock sloppily and roughly, the car is shaking. Sukuna let's out soft groans and moans, the constant "love feeling your cunt around my cock like this" whispered and growled into your ear. His eyes travel down to your chest, eyes gleaming when he sees your boobs bouncing in sync with everytime you hump on him.

When he looks back at you, all his other sense go numb. The sight of you with your tongue out your mouth, you drool dripping down your tongue, your face flushed and your eyes crossed together at the feeling of it being so good has him gripping on your hips tightly. "You're a fucking slut, aren't ya?" He begins thrusting himself inside you and you moan loudly, your toes curling at the feeling of his sac slapping against your skin. "Aren't ya?!" He yells and all you could do is whimper as you nod your head. He's fucking you so dumb you couldn't form coherent words.

He rolls his hips as he thrusts them, making sure you feel every single inch of him inside you. Your moans are in sync with his thrusts, feeling your breath being knocked out of your system with every thrust the curse does.

Your hand flies up your mouth, trying to surpress the loud moans that keep slipping out of your lips but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away.

"Scream for me, come on princess. Let him know who's fucking you so good right now." His voice is low and deep, it drives you to the edge, almost pushing you off. "Wh-who? Who's him?" You ask, forcing your eyes to open as you look down at Sukuna- your eyebrows raise in surprise at the sight of the black lines on your boyfriend's face gone.

Yuji looks up at you with eyes holding such lust. He has a straight expression on as he looks into your eyes, kind of hypnotising you as he thrusts into you, leading the both of you to your highs.

"Wh-what happened to Sukuna-"

"Why are you looking for him." Yuji's voice is covered in coldness. He combs his fingers on the back of your head and throughyour hair, curling them into a fist as he pulls on your hair. "He's not the one fucking you right now, I am." His thrusts start becoming more aggressive, hinting at you that he's already close.

"You'll cum around my cock a second time and you'll be moaning my name out as loud as you can. Got it?" Yuji growls onto your neck. His other hand grabs onto your hip and begins thrusting into you faster than before. You feel something snap inside you, your orgasm causing your toes to curl and your fingernails to be dug onto your boyfriend's skin. "Y-Yuji!" Your hips shake as you begin rolling them around, riding out your orgasm.

"That's not my name right now, princess." You look back down only to feel your heart drop at the sight of the black lines all over his face. "S-S-Sukuna! Sukuna!" You moan out, your chest rising and falling exceptionally. You hear him chuckle before feeling him pull out, shooting his hot seed all over your naked cunt.

You look back up, checking to see who's who right now. You smile when you see it's your boyfriend. You press your forehead on his shoulder as you try to calm yourself down. You feel his arms wrap themselves around you as the two of you bask in each other's presence.

"You gotta stop doing that, it fucks up with my brain." You mumble onto his chest which only leaves you with a lighthearted chuckle. "But Sukuna says he doesn't want to be left out."

"Whatever, Sukuna can go fuck off." You mumble sleepily.

"Why don't you fuck me yourself, princess?" A deeper and much darker voice speaks up and you curse yourself mentally.

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[bentobarnes]

『𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲』

pairings : bucky barnes x reader

word count : 1.2k

request by @closetedpistachio (thank you!) : you hide bucky from in your car after the fight with the flag smashers.

warnings : 18+ , smut, unprotected sex (use condoms cupcakes!), daddy kink, dirty talk

feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡

After the fight with Karli and the Flag Smashers, a lot of people gathered around the scene. Everyone was talking about Sam Wilson aka the new Captain America and to your surprise… for Bucky, too. It was strange because Bucky was never seen as a hero until this very moment.

You saw him helping those poor civilians trapped in the van, you saw him using all of his strength to get them out there, you saw how ready he was to catch the other van if Sam couldn’t push it back. You were worried about him. What if he got hurt? Your heart was pounding into your chest when you saw him falling over the edge but he was okay, thank God.

You also saw how the people he helped thanked him. That was it. They finally saw him as James, Bucky. Your Bucky. The Bucky you see every day for the past 1 year. Your boyfriend. He wasn’t the Winter Soldier anymore. He was the hero.

You were an Avenger even when the Avengers fell apart here you were fighting for the people of this city but no matter what you did no one really cared. You were always in a shadow and to be honest you liked it this way. Fighting in the shadows worked better for you.

Now you were trying to make your way through the crowd of fans shouting: “Captain America and Bucky Barnes saved us!”. You wanted to find Bucky, make sure he was okay but the crowd was huge and you had to push people away.

You heard Sam giving a speech and the moment you finally pushed yourself on the front line where Sam was speaking you saw Bucky surrounded by his fans. He tried to talk but the people were too much, they were eagerly asking questions and he seemed quite uncomfortable.

You made your way to him and grabbed his hand. “Come with me, baby.” You whispered in his ear and started to make your way through the huge mass of people. Your hand was gripping his tightly but Bucky didn’t say anything, he just followed you.

After a solid 15 minutes, you were finally away from the crowd in a back alley where your car was parked. No one was going to find out about this place so that’s why you choose it. You unlocked the car and slowly turned yourself to tell Bucky how proud you are and how well he did today.

But no words escaped your lips because your back hit the cold metal of the car and Bucky’s lips were avidly moving along with yours while his hands were roaming around your waist.

You could feel his growing erection as his clothed treasure brushed over your pussy through your combat suit. He pressed you even more to the back of the car to the point where you felt like you were sinking into the metal. His bulge feeling impossibly close to your wet cunt.

“In the car. Now.” Bucky’s voice was low and full of lust. He was so hungry to get inside you and feel your walls squeezing his dick.

You opened the door and got inside with your back turned to Bucky, almost shoving your ass into his face. He harshly smacked your booty and a loud moan escaped your lips. You turned around and laid on your back.

You watched how Bucky unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, lowering them down along with his boxers and exposing his hard as rock length. Your mouth filled with saliva at the sight of his dick flying around.

He got over you, his large body towering over your smaller one. He unzipped your combat suit and rolled up your sports bra, exposing your boobs, which were rising up and down from your breaths. He tossed your panties on the front seat.

Bucky brushed his fingers through your wet folds feeling how wet and needy you were for him. He groaned. “Always soo ready to get my dick, huh? I think you are already wet enough that I can slide my dick inside you easily, isn’t that so little slut?” He taunted against your nipple before biting it harshly.

You let out a moan but he didn’t like it, making him suck your hardened peaks. You whimpered as the sensation mixed with pain washed over your body. “You have to use words, little dove or you are not getting that dick tonight.”

“Yes… Yes. I’m wet and ready for you, daddy because I’m a little slut for your cock.” You whimpered when he hmmed against your nipple and his fingers slid inside your hole. “Will you use your dick now, daddy? Please, daddy… use your cock…” It sounded like you were raving while sleeping but Bucky knew very well that you were just too needy for him. He quickly removed his fingers from inside you and slid his cock in their place.

You sobbed as he was stretching you out. He groaned as he felt your walls squeezing him tight before starting to rock his hips with all the strength he had left from the battle, which somehow was recharging by every moan leaving your mouth.

His fingers dug into the skin of your shoulders while his mouth was making smoothes down your neck. You on the other side was making red lines on his back where your nails were grasping for support and searching for relief from the pain.

His cock was massaging your inner walls with every thrust of his thigh muscles. His balls were swinging at your entrance you felt like if he could he would slide them into you as well but unfortunately for both of you… it was impossible.

You hissed in pleasure mixed with the burning in your abdomen. “I guess someone is near… Aren’t you princess? Daddy doesn’t want his baby to hold back.” Bucky murmured against your lips and for the first time this night, the kiss was sweet, loving, and tender without a sign of lust, greed, and eagerness.

You felt the burning growing hotter and hotter as he sensed your walls fluttering around his cock. The spasm and the contract of them squeezing his cock inside. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head and you trembled under him.

Bucky slowed down the pace now chasing his own release. With one last powerful thrust, he sucked in a harsh breath but the feeling of his seed filling your insides didn’t allow him to keep it. He spilled out breathy moans and collapsed on top of you. Kissing your neck lazily.

Your fingers tangled into his soft locks. You stayed like that for a while before he lifted himself on his elbows and looked into your eyes with all the love in the world.

“I really needed this today. Baby, you drive me wild. ” He said softly with a slight giggle before kissing your lips slowly and tenderly.

“I love you, Buck.” You murmured against his lips, your foreheads pressing against each other. “You are my hero.”

“And I love you too, my love.” Bucky kissed you once again before helping you get dressed and sliding into the driver's seat to take you home where you can continue your little pressure relief.

Tag list : @lovie-barnes , @bbl32 , @iguana-eyanna , @littlecanadianlani

[falling-pages]

A hug and chicken noodle soup: Takashi x Reader

Feel better @ohshcscenerios <3

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Maybe love was as simple as a hug and chicken noodle soup.

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Takashi Morinozuka x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: None

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Takashi was not used to being disobeyed.

The national martial arts champion, head of his own security firm, and father of three was used to holding power in his massive hands, for the room to fall silent at his command. He made the decisions, though with valid input from others, but he was the top dog, the one on whose authority they relied. Respect emanated from his veins, care and courage were his pedestal. When he gave an order, it was for the greater good of his company, or the safety of those he loved.

So when he returned home to find you washing the dishes, he was absolutely livid.

Not at your disobedience, per se. He was used to your sass, your jokes, your spitfire ways. Fourteen years of marriage would do that to a person, especially one as easygoing as him. But at your abject defiance, going against his advice for your own good--did you not trust him?

“What are you doing?”

You dropped the cup you were washing, the water splashing against your apron and the wall in retaliation. Soap bubbles clung to your arms, and with your deer-in-headlights stare, one would have thought he had just caught you stealing the Hope Diamond rather than just a simple chore.

“Takashi, I…” you sputter, wiping strands of hair away from your face. They had escaped from the bundle atop your head and creased your neck and forehead, though sticking with sweat or water he couldn’t be sure. If it were sweat, so help him, he was going to tie you down to the bed himself.

He left the shadows of the threshold and walked noiselessly towards you, groceries weighing heavily in his hands. You dare not move, pinned to the spot by his steely gaze. Your husband was a quiet man, not often prone to outbursts of emotions despite a wildly passionate heart. But like a predator towards prey, he came closer, until you saw the disappointment lining his brow.

Disappointment was always worse than anger.

But when he approached you, so close you could feel the energy radiating off his skin, so close but not touching, all that was left in his eyes was concern, a worried quirk on his lips that left knots in your stomach. Kindness framed him as he set down the groceries, took a towel, and wiped down your arms, leaving them soft and dry.

“I thought I told you to get some rest, love,” he whispered.

You swallowed, wincing at the ache in your throat. “I tried, I really did, but this was the only time I could get some chores done,” you whined. “The kids are with your parents this weekend, and it’s finally quiet and I can do stuff without worrying about watching them--”

“My parents took the children because you’re sick,” he responded, voice measured and even. His tone was stark, hands lingering on your wrist. Not tight enough to bruise, but enough to remind you of his strength. “You need to rest. I told you I would do the dishes once I got back.”

“But I--”

“Darling.”

His eyes flickered with hurt, and though he was never a man prone to begging, he would do anything to stop you hurting. Every weak inhale you took he felt in his own lungs, trapped and weak and congested. With the raging fever you were sporting this morning, it was a wonder you were even standing right now.

With a sigh, you let the dish fall into the puddle and stepped off your footstool--everything in this house was freakishly tall to accommodate his height--as he untied your apron, hanging it on the peg behind you. While his hands wandered around your waist, enjoying how you felt in his embrace, he bent to press a kiss behind your ear.

“I hate it when you’re hurting,” he murmured.

His warm voice broke through the gauze wrapping around your brain, and you sighed, relaxing against his chest. So warm, the only stable thing in your swimming vision.

“There’s nothing you can do about it,” you said.

“Yes there is.” He scooped you up in his arms, bridal style, and smashed his mouth against your neck, kissing and nuzzling your sweaty skin. “Go to bed, and I’ll make you some soup.”

Despite your squeals, broken and congested before they left your mouth, hiccupped and weak, you didn’t push him away, finally letting him baby you into bed. He walked seamlessly to your bedroom and pulled back the covers with you still clinging to his neck. As he lowered you down, you could have cried at how soft the sheets felt, cool silk against your sore muscles, warmth immediately drawing you into sleep. He layered the blankets on top of you before walking to the other side of the bed, climbing in and drawing the sheets around him before spooning you back against his chest.

His arms were rapture in and of themselves, an escape from your burning head and weak lungs, so tight and strong that you knew he would keep you safe from any sickness trying to harm you. His gentle breaths against your ear calmed your heart, tickling that part of your brain that sparked with love. Even as his lips traveled across your cheek you could barely find the energy to scold him.

“Taka,” you whined, as seriously as your hoarse voice would let you. “Stop...you’ll get sick…”

“I’ll be fine,” he whispered, smooth and comforting like chocolate or rain. Another kiss to your temple, slicking down to the underside of your jaw. “My body has been through worse.”

Though that much was true, it still irritated you. How could he reprimand you for disobeying him and then not even listen when you do the same?

“‘S not the same,” you mumble. “Being shot is a different kind of pain, I’d imagine.”

Takashi chuckled against your neck. Your mind traced over the diagram of his body, the scars stretching across his chest and neck, dyeing his hands and striping through his legs. His line of work was dangerous, full of deceit and corruption, but you knew he’d never have it any other way. “You’re right, my love. A bullet hurts like hell.” He wrapped you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe, but you welcomed the loving suffocation. “But I’d take them all over again if it meant you and our little ones were safe.”

Grisly and gruesome though his words were, they comforted you, lulled you into the security that he worked so hard to provide. Though you prayed it would never come to it, you knew he would lay down his life in a second to ensure yours or your children’s happiness. He even showed his love in less extreme ways--for example, forcing you to rest, holding you as you slept, even at the risk of his own health.

Over and over again you were amazed at the selfless love of the man you married.

Before you could even stop it, the tears were falling from your eyes, stinging the hot skin of your cheeks. Your heart felt full to bursting, and its hammering through your chest didn’t help at all. The world felt full of sunlight yet you clinched your eyes shut to keep in the tears, but they didn’t fool him.

Takashi felt you shake and quickly turned you over onto your back, laying you beneath him as he hovered above, one hand wiping your tears as the other held fast to your waist. “Look at me,” he whispered, the urgency in his voice making your eyes pop open. He stroked your cheek, running his finger along your nose, cooing and shushing until your gaze met his. And as soon as you saw that beautiful smile split his tan face, you knew everything would be okay.

“There she is,” he whispered, tenderly stroking beneath your eye. “Does it hurt that badly?”

“No,” you whispered. “It’s not the fever. It’s the feeling of being loved so terribly.”

Never a man of words, he furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I love you so, so much.” A dry sob creases out your throat. “I’m so glad I married you, and I’m so glad you’re the father of my kids, and I’m so glad I not only know, but get to love such a wonderful man for the rest of my life.”

He chuckled at your delirious confession, words he had all heard before but sounded more tender in the context of your sickness. Such tenderness in your voice soothed the aches and quells of his body, the wounds he had sustained inside and out during his life, until all that was left was you with a rag and antiseptic and a bandage. He adored you so deeply that though he wanted to hear you say more, it was imperative that you rest.

“I’m so blessed to have you by my side. I love you,” he whispered, giving you a gentle kiss. He frowned at how hot your lips were and resigned himself for the afternoon. “Go to sleep, beloved. When you wake, I’ll make you soup.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, the crying finally tuckering you out. Pliantly, you rolled back over onto your side, and he laid back behind you, guiding your head to rest against his bicep and laying his other arm over your waist. As you drifted back off to sleep, you could only think of one thing.

Love really could be as simple as a hug and chicken noodle soup.

-

Kofi

[peonys-world]

Relationship Goals

WARNING: Yandere tendencies, slight non-con, slight NSFW

Fem!Mc x Yandere! Cater Diamond

Cater and you were very good friends. You had been since you got to Twisted Wonderland. He always joked around with you to ease your home sickness and even gave you a good phone for while you were there (the one Crowley gave you wasn’t super nice). 

The one thing that always surprised you was how touchy Cater was. It wasn’t a bad thing, he just happened to be a touchy person. At least thats what you thought. When you looked at how he interacted with other people, he didn’t seem to be as touchy as he was with you. You guessed it was because he felt closer to you, but at the same time, he didn’t know you for as long, so it didn’t make much sense. 

You were at the cafeteria with Ace, Deuce, and Grim as always getting food. Today’s menu was as fancy as always. With how much money this school must be getting from these kids, they always have such a nice menu. 

“I want that! And that! And that!” Grim said pointing to everything while climbing on your shoulder. 

“Grim! Calm down! We can always come back later!” You said. Grim pouted. You got what you could and walked off to go find a seat. You sat down at an empty table with the trio when Trey and Cater began to walk over. 

Cater waved at you and walked over. “(Y/n)!!! You have to check out these new phone cases!” Cater walked up behind you and leaned on the table, trapping you between his arms. He showed his phone to you and scrolled through the pictures. “Aren’t they cool?” he said in a softer tone, next to your ear. Your face was bright red and felt like you just ate a thousand peppers. His voice, scent, and his hair brushing your cheek was all you could think about. He smelled like a slightly sweet cologne and roses from the garden. You made eye contact with Ace who was clearly weirded out. Cater pulled away and sat right next to you. “Anyways, we should get matching ones. It would be so fun! We could take pictures of them together!”

“Y-Yeah...” You said, still flustered. You looked at Cater, who was staring at you and twirling his hair. He smirked a little and bit his lip before looking away and beginning to eat his lunch. 

“Hey (y/n), are you commf lader to hwelp pont the rwoses? Wemember you owe me one faur your drink a fwew dows agwo.” Ace said with his mouth full. You nodded. “Gwood.”

Deuce whacked him on the arm. “Gross.” Ace gave him a look and threw his hands up.

You wiped your brow and washed your paint brush off in the sink. You had just finished helping Ace paint the roses and Trey left out cookies for you and the trio. Ace and Deuce stuffed their mouths with cookies and then took Grim upstairs to study. You told them you would catch up with them in a minute after you finished cleaning up. 

“Hey~.” 

You jumped and turned to see Cater leaning on the counter. 

“You scared me, haha.” You said. 

“Sorry~! Hey, do you wanna chill for a bit in my room? I’m sure you could meet up with Ace and Deuce later. Plus, you juuust finished painting the roses so you should take a breaak, yeah?” He said winking. 

“Oh, um...” You looked at the upstairs balcony where your friends had ran off to. It should be fine right? Just for a little bit? “Yeah. It should be fine.”

Cater and you headed upstairs to hang out and just scroll on your phones. You both laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling while talking about school and gossip. Cater propped himself up on one arm. “Hey.”

“Yeah?” You turned to look at him.

“Can I tell you something? I haven’t told anyone yet.” He stared at you intensely. 

“Sure, what is it?”

He crawled towards you. “Its a secret.” He leaned really close.

“C-Cater?” You could feel his warm breath hitting your lips. You could smell his cologne again. Heat radiated from both your bodies. He brushed a strand of your hair from your face and laughed a little.

“I have, like, the biggeessstt crush on you.” He whispered seductively, staring at your eyes and then lips. At this point he was on top of you. Your whole body felt hot and you didn’t know how to react. You could feel his weight pressing down the mattress underneath you. You both stared at each other for what felt like forever before Cater pushed his lips onto yours, pushing you back slightly, but not all the way. “Mmmmm~” He moaned against your lips. “(y/n).... mmmngghhhh~” he moaned again. You whimpered. You didn’t expect your hang out session to turn into a make out session but you honestly didn’t mind. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back. Both of you fell back onto the mattress. He kept kissing you and ran his hand through your hair. He began to kiss your neck as well as grind down on you. “Oh... fuck (y/n)... unghhh....” He said in your ear. You whimpered out and pulled his hair a little which caused him to moan out again. He pulled back, running a hand through his hair before beginning to take his jacket off. He licked his lip, staring down at you.

Let’s just say you didn’t leave that room for a bit. 

You were very anxious to see Cater in the halls the next day. You imagined your ‘hang out session’ to be a fling, but you were worried Cater thought otherwise. You headed to school and anxiously looked around the halls but didn’t see him anywhere. You checked your phone to see that he had texted you ‘Good Morning (˵¯͒〰¯͒˵)’ along with a shirtless picture. You choked on your own saliva right as Ace and Deuce walked up.

“You good?” Ace asked. You nodded.

“(y/n)-chan~! Good Morning~” You turned but before you could react Cater grabbed your collar and pulled you to him. He had his lips on yours, full on making out with you in front of anyone and everyone in the hallway. “Mmm~” He giggled a little but continued. “Mmmnnngh~” He evtually pulled away and then noticed Ace and Deuce. “Oh hey~!” They looked absolutely stunned. 

“WHAAAAAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK-” Ace screamed.

Deuce gawked at you both as well. “A-Are you two together?” 

You were in a lot of shock and didn’t respond. Cater laughed a little and pulled you up against him and nodded. “Yeah~! (y/n) and I are just the perfect couple, right? Aren’t we (y/n)?” You looked at him.

“I- uh- Excuse me for a minute.” You ran off into an empty hallway to gather your thoughts. Cater called after you. Everything was happening so fast and all at once that you couldn’t think straight. 

“Hey... what’s wrong?” Cater said in a soft voice. You jumped. How did he get there? 

“Did you follow me?” You asked. He laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head while sticking out his tongue. 

“Got me! But seriously, what’s wrong?” He brushed a piece of hair out of your face. 

“I just... I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship yet.” You looked at him in the eyes. His smile disappeared. 

“Huh?” He just stared with confusion for a few seconds before laughing. “(y/n)-chan! You’re so cute.” He walked up to you, causing you to back up against the wall. He put his arms on either side of you. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, silly.” He stared you up and down and twirled a piece of your hair in his fingers. 

“I have to go to class.” You were about to leave when Cater grabbed your arm. 

“Don’t! Skip for today! Let’s hang out babe.” He pulled you into his chest. You pushed him off and ran back into the hallway you were originally in, only to see Cater there talking to Ace and Deuce still. Cater turned to look at you, giving you a smirk. Caters clone lied!? You went upstairs to get away from both Caters. 

“(y/n)? Where are you~? Hey, have you seen (y/n)?” Another Cater clone asked someone. It began to get hard to breathe as you were struggling to find somewhere away from Cater and his clones. You found an empty classroom and closed the door, sighing heavily. You were completely out of breath. Your chest hurt. You noticed your phone blowing up and checked magicam. Cater posted that you two were dating. You sighed heavily and felt a lump in your throat. Cater was really stressing you out. 

“Why are you crying? Why are you avoiding me, babe? It’s starting to stress me out.”

You gasped and looked up to see Cater sitting on the lecture desk. He was leaning on one leg he propped up on the desk. 

“G-G-Go away! Leave me alone!”

“Babe-”

“Don’t call me that! I said leave me alone!” You turned to leave but another clone was there, his head tilted in confusion. 

He shrugged. “So, I’m like, totally confused? What was yesterday all about, then?”

“I-I thought it was a one time thing...”

The Cater behind you laughed. “Wait, seriously? So you were just gonna sleep with me and then leave?”

“No- I-”

“No? Then how was this going to end?”

“I-” You couldn’t speak any more.

“That’s pathetic. And like- hella rude.” Cater one said.

“I know right?” Cater two said. 

“I- I don’t know okay!? LEAVE ME ALONE!” You screamed and cried. You huddled yourself and shut your eyes. 

GO AWAY. GO AWAY. GO AWAY. GO AWAY.

The room was silent. You waited for a few seconds before opening your eyes. One Cater stood in front of the doors of the classroom, staring at you, his phone in one hand. He walked up to you calmly and then pulled you into a warm hug. It was comforting and unlike the other Caters. “Shhh....shhhh” You cried and cried. “It’s okay... but hey, listen...”

You looked up at him. “I’m not letting you go, okay? You’re mine, baby. You’re my cute little girlfriend and nothing is going to change that.” He gave you a gentle kiss. “If you don’t comply, babe, I can’t say what’s gonna happen. Because, I don’t know. You don’t want that right?” You shook your head. Cater wiped your tears away. He gave you a gentle smile. “Good. Does this mean we can have a happy and healthy relationship?” At this point, you were too scared to say anything else. You hesitantly nodded. “Oh~ you’re so damn cute~!” He kissed you again. “I’m so glad we agreed to this~! Isn’t she just adorable~?”

You looked up to see around four to five Caters in the classroom. 

“She’s sooo cute~!”

“Ugh... I wanna feel those lips all over me...”

“So fucking cute...”

“Can you say something for the camera? I need to get a pic!”

“I’m so glad she belongs to us only...”

You whimpered and tried to backup, but the original Cater was holding you in his arms. 

“Now,” he whispered in your ear, “can we continue what we started yesterday? Be a good girl for me, baby.” 

I DID IT!!! I wanted to write a Cater fic so baaaadly... he’s so cute!!! He would be such a scary yandere... I read a fic by @smalltasteofhoney where Cater started telling people on social media that you two were a couple and I wanted to do it too. Thanks for the inspo!

[inkandpen22]

Chaotic as The Sea (3/?)

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3k Warning: swearing, violence Part Summary: The Black Pearl arrives in Bimini and as any adventure with Jack Sparrow, there’s chaos

Masterlist

Two days later... 

Will

We arrive at Bimini as the sun begins to set. Y/N and Barbosa argue that we should wait until sunrise to explore the island. I argue that we can't waste another minute without trying to rescue Elizabeth. Jack, to my surprise, agrees that we shouldn't wait. Though, I think his reasoning is because he wants to see the fountain. 

Barbosa, Jack, Gibbs, Ragetti, Pintel, Y/N, and I all hop off the boat to explore the island. Gibbs, Will, and Pintel all carry long torches for us as the only sources of light. 

"Okay, so I know the general direction, but unless you feel like risking the chance of getting lost, which I don't, I suggest we use the compass," Y/N announces. 

"I thought you were certain of the fountain's location," Barbosa remarks a tad agitated. 

"Every tree and speck of white sand look exactly the same. Next trip, I'll drop your ass in a jungle in the middle of the night and tell you to find your way out!" She snaps. 

"Okay, well then let's use the compass." Ragetti takes the compass of Jack's belt and hands it to Y/N. 

The device begins to spin in her hand and Ragetti peeks over her shoulder. Jack quietly moves to stand beside her, wishing to catch a glimpse of himself. 

Abruptly, Y/N shuts the compass and frantically tries to get rid of it. "Oh uh, no it's okay, Jack can take it." She tosses it to him. 

"Me?" He looks at her wide-eyed and panicky. "No, give it to Will! He wants to find the bloody place." He tosses it to me. 

"What's wrong with you two?" Barbosa yells in frustration. 

"The compass doesn't work for them," I state. 

"Seriously!" Y/N huffs. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Barbosa questions. 

"When Jack holds it the arrow points to Y/N," I explain pointing between them. 

"Who told you that!" Jack questions. 

Then, Jack and Y/N both glare at Gibbs. "Gibbs!" They bark in unison. 

The older man holds up his hands in surrender. 

"Well, why can't Y/N do it?" Pintel questions timidly, circling his hands together. 

"Why can't Will just bloody do it and we can move on!" The woman challenges. 

Jack nods. "I'm with her on this one." 

I sigh. "When Y/N holds it, it points toward whatever she wants so bad in New France." 

"But isn't New France North of here?" Ragetti questions. 

"Yes!" The rest of us answer in unison. 

His face scrunches together in confusion. "But uh-" 

Y/N elbows Ragetti in the ribs. "Shut it!" She's quick to change the subject. "Let's go! Will! I'll lead the way, you just act as a checker." 

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30 minutes later... 

Y/N

As the seven of us continue to march through the thick jungle, Jack appears beside me. "After we're finished in New France. I say you and I pay a visit to Tortuga for old time's sake." 

I laugh. "Ha! Wish to relive our break-up?" 

"Think of it as a celebration of our reunion," he tries to sugarcoat it. 

I roll my eyes, laughing as I move ahead to join Will up front. "In your dreams!" 

Ragetti

I pick up my pace to catch up with Pintel. "I know something you don't know!" 

"What?" He eagerly asks. 

"When Y/N was holding the compass, the arrow was pointing toward her," I whisper. 

His face scrunches together. "Y/N desires herself?" 

"No!" I huff. "Jack was standing next to her!" 

He gasps, putting it all together. "So you mean-" 

"Yes!" 

He grins. "That's kinda sweet actually." 

Y/N

"Now be careful!" I announce to the men, watching my step as we get closer to the mountainside. "The natives made pit traps and other boobytraps-" 

Before I can finish my warning. Jack screams from the back of the group. When I whip my head around, Jack is nowhere to be seen. "For idiots like Jack," I sigh. 

"Does anyone see him?" Will questions, moving his torch around. 

"It's kind of dark!" Gibbs remarks. 

"Thank Jack and Will for that! They refused to wait until morning," I grumble, marching back to where I last saw Jack.  

"Jack!" We all call in a scatter as we search. 

"Captain!" Gibbs shouts. 

We all watch our steps, checking the heavily covered jungle floor and sky for any sign of him. He could be hanging from a tree in a net or in a hole somewhere. If it's deep enough and well covered, it'll be hard to hear him.

"This is ridiculous!" Gibbs huffs. 

"I say we leave him and tell the crew some natives got him," Barbosa suggests.  

"I have an idea," I announce as one pops into my head. "Give me the compass," I ask Will, holding out my head. 

"But how will that help?" He questions with a raised brow. 

I hold the compass in my palm and lift the lid. I watch as the arrow spins. Soon, each of the men are gathered around me in a circle, eager to catch a glimpse. Then, the arrow stops, pointing Southeast. The men break apart, allowing me to follow it. 

"Watch your step," I advise. 

I keep a close eye on the arrow, making sure it doesn't change direction. I'm about to take another step when Will suddenly grabs my arm. I glance ahead and realize there's a massive pit in front of me. Its edges were covered in leaves and brush. 

"Oh, thanks," I exhale deeply. 

"Captain! You down there?" Gibbs shouts down below, holding a torch above the massive pit. 

I kneel down beside the pit and await an answer. 

There's a faint, "Am I dead?" 

I giggle and shout back. "No, you're not dead you idiot!" 

"Pintel! Ragetti! Go fetch a rope from the ship!" Barbosa commands, sending the two off. 

I laugh, relieved that Jack is okay. Based on the distant swooshing sound, the pit is filled with water thankfully, not spikes. This could've been a recovery mission. I sit back on my knees and glance up to find the remaining three men staring at me with knowing grins. 

"What!" I sass, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Nothing," they all say, breaking apart to roam in different directions. 

I roll my eyes, such nosy people, pirates. 

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The men work together, yanking Jack up from the bottom of the pit. I remained to kneel beside the edge, holding up a torch so we can see Jack when he pops up. 

"Ho!" Barbosa calls out as they tug the robe. "Ho!" 

Soon, Jack appears from within the darkness and I grip his belt, guiding him to safety. The men release the rope and relax, releasing panting breaths. 

"You okay? Captain!" Gibbs questions. 

"Yeah," Jack flips onto his back, catching his breath, "yeah, I should be fine. How did you-" His eyes flicker about until his eyes land on the compass on the ground beside me. 

"Ah, now that's interesting." A cheeky smirk begins to form on his face as he lifts his gaze to meet mine. 

I shove him in the shoulder, frustrated. "I told you to watch where you were going!" He has no idea how worried I was. 

"I was a tad distracted by you, Love," he chuckles. 

My eyes fall shut as I release a sigh of relief. Thank God, he's okay. 

Jack places his hand on my thigh, capturing me by surprise. His dark eyes meet might and I place my hand over his. He flips his over and they interlock in my lap. His eyes soften at the sight. 

Suddenly, there's a series of yells from across the jungle. Each of us tosses our heads to the side and sees small glimmers of light in the distance. Jack flies up beside me from his laid position. 

"Are they with us?" He questions. 

There's the ring of a gunshot and the bullet hits the tree right by Barbosa's head. 

"Don't think so!" Will declares, his voice shaky. 

"Who are they?" I shout. 

"Wait! They're Black Beard's men! I remember one of them. He's the one who took Elizabeth!" Will determines. 

“How did they find the fountain?” Barbosa yells. 

“He knew you’d come and find me!” I comprehend and look over at Jack. “He’s been following us here!” 

Pintel and Ragetti immediately make a run for it. 

“I’m with them, time to go!” Will decides and starts to run back to the ship. 

Jack takes my hand and instantly brings me to my feet. We begin to run too, hand in hand. 

“Cowards!” Barbosa shouts and stands his ground. He whips out his gun and begins to shoot at the mob. “Come and get it you slimy gits! Ha!” He laughs. 

Running utterly blind in the dark jungle, there’s hardly any light other than that that can make it through the tree tops from the moon. We make it through the jungle and see the beach a few yards ahead. Will and the two morons make a bee-line for the ship, when they’re suddenly stopped by a cluster of Blackbeard’s men running from down the beach. Jack pulls me into his side and draws his sword.

 Suddenly, I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and I’m yanked away from Jack. He immediately whips around and his eyes grow wide. My back slams into someone’s chest and I struggle to free myself. More of Blackbeard’s men appear from within the jungle and begin to fight Jack. Two men begin to drag me off and I fling around, trying to break free. 

"Jack!" I scream. “Let me go you bastards!” 

Jack searches for me and when he finally spots me, he screams. "No!" He looks at me pleading and full of guilt. 

As more of Blackbeard’s men appear, we both quickly realize there’s nothing either of us can do. These morons are taking me to their ship, more than likely to see their captain and to be held prisoner. This is yet another reunion I did not request. 

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After sailing out to the Queen Anne's Revenge a couple hundred yards from the island, the nasty men take me aboard and immediately drag me off to the captain’s quarters. They swing open the double doors below top deck and we enter a familiar red velvet decorated office. 

A tall man stands behind the desk with his back to us. "And who do we have here?" A familiar voice purrs. When he spins around, his grin falls to confusion. "Y/N?" 

"I told you! Idiots!" I huff and yank my arms free from his buffoons."Hi, Eddie," I offer a fake smile.

"Eddie?" The pair beside me repeat in unison. 

The captain pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "How many times must I tell you?" 

"You could hand me the Templar Treasure yourself, I won't call you Blackbeard. It's stupid," I laugh, approaching him. 

"Leave us," he commands his minions. Once we’re allow, he moves to stand the other side of his desk. He props himself against it with a grin. "So, you and Jack are back together again..." 

"No way in hell," I snicker, taking a look about his office. He’s changed it in the last five years. "He promised me he knew where the Templar Treasure was, I'm simply completing my half of the deal." 

"Which is?" He inquires. 

I stop my admiring of his decor to meet his gaze. "Showing him to the fountain." 

"You would honestly betray me like that?" He acts offended my placing his hand against his chest. 

"If it guaranteed me the Holy Grail? Yes,” I stand firm. 

"Your loyalties still lie with that treasure? You truly are a pirate at heart,” he smirks. He rises from his position on the desk to pour us chalices of wine. As he approaches me, his eyes travel up and down my entirety. "Dare I say, you look amazing." 

I accept the wine, but roll my eyes at his compliment. "Oh save it.” 

He pouts dramatically. "What happened to the spirited eighteen-year-old I first met?” He reaches up and tucks strands of my hair behind my ear. “You're bitter now." 

I lift my arm and knock his hand away from me. "It's called maturing." 

"Have you matured enough to conclude that I'm the better man than Jack?" He smirks, stepping closer to me. 

I move away from him and toward the book case against the far wall behind his desk. "I think I prefer neither of you,” I answer over my shoulder. 

"One point, if I recall correctly, there was a point where you couldn't choose between us." He narrows his eyes, taking a sip of his wine as he creeps closer to me again. "Do you remember those few months in Bermuda?" 

I shift of my heels, allowing my eyes to fall to the Persian rug beneath them. "It was always going to be him, Eddie..." 

Abruptly, he rushes toward me and pins me against the bookcase. My wine falls out of my hand and stains the rug. "I could've had you if I wanted!" He growls. 

I look him dead in the eyes with a clenched jaw. "You dare threaten me!” 

He laughs mockingly. "What? Going to curse me?" 

I grin. "That used to terrify you if I recall correctly." 

"You're all bark and no bite. I happen to know for a fact, you don't practice dark magic!" He challenges. 

"Just because I don't practice it, doesn't mean I don't know how to use it.”  

There’s a commotion outside and soon the double doors swing open to reveal Jack marching in, gun drawn. While Eddie is distracted I pick up a vase off one of the shelves near me and I knock him over the head with it. The vase shatters into a hundred pieces over his head and the man falls to the ground with a thud at my feet. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I meet Jack’s gaze. His eyes flicker away from the man knocked out on the floor and up to me. 

"I hate that I'm relieved to see you," I pant. 

He runs over to me and takes my hand. "Consequence of loving me." He guides me over to one of the windows and swings it open. “Can you jump?” 

I look at him as though he as three heads. “Can you jump? What kind of dumb question is that?” I mock. Then, I ask him a similar dumb question. “I don’t know Jack, can you swim?” I roll my eyes and climb up onto the windowpane and jump out. 

“Jesus, Mary, and the bloody camel sorry for asking!” I hear him grumble under his breath as climbs out the window and jumps in after me. 

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Jack

We’re not sure how we’ll get Elizabeth back, but we will. Though, I suspect that he was never after the fountain. No, what he truly wanted was Y/N and the fountain was just a cover-up. I brought her right to him. For now, we just need to create some distance between us so we can form a plan. 

Y/N climbs the ladder above me and Gibbs helps her on board. She offers him a thank you and brushes herself down. The crew is well into their tasks, getting us far from this island as soon as possible. 

“Glad to see you’re safe, Miss,” Gibbs greets. 

“Did everyone make it back okay?” She questions as I climb aboard. 

“Yes, even I,” Barbosa announces with a proud grin. “Not with the help of you lot,” he adds. 

“Don’t exactly have a death wish,” she giggles. 

“There’s a change of clothes for you in the Captain’s office,” Gibbs informs her. 

She offers him thanks and begins toward my quarters. Barbosa and Gibbs break apart to return to their positions. 

“You! Hold it!” I call out. 

The two men glance in my direction, wondering who I’m speaking to. They follow my gaze to Y/N. 

She whips her head around, her gorgeous, long, wavy, Y/H/C flowing in the breeze. She crosses her arms over chest. “Excuse me?” She scoffs with a grin forming on her lips. 

I narrow my gaze at her. “I have one question.” 

Barbosa and Gibbs watch the interaction, their heads tilting back and forth between us with each exchange. The crew too watches as they attempt to multitask with their duties. Her eyes remain on the deck panels and anywhere else but me. 

“Did you know the compass would lead you to me?” I ask. 

There’s a pause and I can tell she’s reluctant to answer despite the amused expression she wears. Then, her eyes rise to meet mine with a sigh. “Yes... maybe...” 

I smirk, approaching her slowly. “Oh see now that’s interesting, don’t you think?” 

“What? Just going to gloat about the ship now?” She rolls her eyes, directing her focus in the distance away from me. 

I bring my hands up to her cup her face and make her meet my gaze. To my surprise and pleasure, she doesn’t move from her spot or shove me away. Instead, brings her fingers to hook through the loops of belt. 

“You stay with me from now on. No more hiding out.” I smirk. “That’s an order,” I tease quietly between us. 

“Whatever you say...” Her eyes fall to my lips and then flicker back to my eyes. She grins. “Captain.” 

One my hands slips behind her head to her neck and I bring my lips to meet hers in a needy kiss. Her arms fling over my shoulders, deepening the kiss. 

“Now they’re going to be insufferable!” I hear Barbosa grumble to Gibbs as he stomps off. 

Five years of searching for her, waiting for, wondering if I’ll ever see her again. What happened between us all those years ago is one of my greatest regrets if not the biggest. Our relationship has never been easy, in fact it’s exceedingly complicated and one giant headache. We haven’t stopped arguing since the moment we met and rarely agree on anything. Yet, we love as we do argue with each other, passionately and with everything we have. Now that I have Y/N back and I know she loves me in return, I’m never letting her go. God help me if I let Blackbeard anywhere near her. 

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You’re Worth It

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x College Student!Reader

Summary: You visit Bucky’s apartment for the first time, and assure him that he's worth so much more than he thinks. 

Warnings: SMUT! age gap but its legal, very insecure Bucky, oral (f receiving).

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

You stood outside Bucky’s apartment door, watching your boyfriend dig his keys out of his skinny jeans, his other hand on a bag of groceries that contained your soon-to-be dinner. He pulled them out and located the door key, before turning to you. “Are you sure you want to stay here tonight, doll? I’m more than okay staying at your apartment.” He said, his eyes not leaving the ground in front of him.

You smiled, and placed your backpack on the ground beside you before turning and grabbing his stubbly face in your hands. “Baby. I want to stay here with you. I don’t care what it looks like. Whether it’s dirty or clean, the cutest apartment in the world, or the ugliest. It’s yours, and I want to see it.” You said, and he smiled before nodding. “Okay.” He said. He put the key in the door, and unlocked it. You followed him into the small apartment, and was immediately surrounded by the smell that was undeniably Bucky. 

You loved the way he smelled, you always had. He smelled like a field of lavender flowers on a beach, with a hint of salt water. He dropped his keys on the table, and turned around to face you. You placed your backpack on the floor again, this time by the table and looked around. There wasn't much, but he had a small chair and a side table, and a small tv stand where his tv sat. There was a chair in the corner by the kitchen island, and that was it. Your eyes ran over the pile of blankets on the floor, and you could feel your heart break.

He slept on the floor. 

He chuckled as you looked around. “Sad, huh?” He said, walking into the kitchen with the food in hand. “No.” You said, and followed him to the kitchen. “Like I said outside. It's you. You are building a life after a lot of suffering. Nothing about this is sad.” He shook his head as he took out the carrots and potatoes from the bag. 

“I couldn't even afford a full couch.” He said. You dropped your phone on the counter gently, and wrapped your arms around his waist. You rested your head in between his shoulder blades, and inhaled his smell. 

“Baby, it’s okay. You were gone for 5 years. So was half the world. Before that, you were living in Wakanda, where you didn't have to deal with the stresses of regular life. And, before that, you were trapped within someone who wasn't you. Don’t blame yourself for any of this. I love you for who you are.” You said, and Bucky turned around, his arms circling your waist. 

“How did I get so lucky?” he mumbled into your hair. You giggled, and lifted your head. “By saving my life,” You said, before pressing a kiss to his lips. He kissed back immediately, and pulled you closer. 

You pulled away when the need for oxygen became dire, and you smiled at them again. “All I did was pull you out of the way of a car that was out of control, doll.” He said, and ran his hand down your arm as you pulled out of the hug. “I would’ve gotten hit if you didn't. I’m not a super soldier like you are, its highly unlikely I would have survived if it weren't for my hero,” You mentioned, as you walked over to your backpack and pulling out your laptop.

Bucky chuckled, and watched as you sat down in the chair across from the tv. You tucked your feet under yourself, and sat your laptop on the arm before powering it on.

Bucky began to move about the kitchen and make the two of you dinner. No matter what you said, he couldn't stop feeling guilty about the state of his apartment. He could have at least bought a blow up mattress for you to sleep on, so you wouldn't be stuck sleeping on the hard wood floor with him. Better yet, he could have bought a bed. He had a bedroom, but he didn't feel comfortable in there. He glanced over at you while he washed the carrots in the sink and saw how you stretched your back before returning to your homework.

It wasn't an unusual occurrence for him to hang out with you while you do homework. He actually enjoyed watching you do school work. he could barely remember school, and he never got to go to college. Between working and taking care of Steve, he both didn't have time and couldn't afford it. Then the war started, and he thought about going after, but his capture by HYDRA kinda ruined that one. During his time in Wakanda, he had thought about going to college, but at that point he was still a wanted criminal and that was out of the question. He had been thinking about it more recently, and had decided to wait until he was finished making his amends to enrol somewhere. 

Mainly, he was just happy that you were getting an education. He planned on staying with you forever, marrying you, having kids with you, and growing old(er) with you, and he knew your future children would benefit from at least one of their parents having up-to-date school education. And, by up to date school education, he meant a curriculum that was developed this century.

He stirred the potatoes in the pot and smiled as he heard your fingers tapping on the keyboard. God, he loved you. You loved him for who he was, you didn't judge him, and most importantly, you didn't blame him for anything that happened. He hadn't been expecting to be so open with you about his past when he asked you out on a date, but you knew who he was instantly, and thanked him for saving your life. He may have physically saved your life that day, but he felt that you saved his life in every other way by just being yourself. 

He continued to listen to you tapping on the keyboard, the clicking of your knuckles as you cracked them, and the slow but rhythmic breathing as you focused on your work. 

Dinner was finished a few minutes later, and you closed your laptop just as Bucky was plating the veggies. You placed your laptop back in the bag, and joined Bucky on the ground to eat. 

“Did you finish your homework?” He asked, and you nodded. You swallowed before speaking. “Yeah. I can't submit it yet, but it’s finished and ready to go,” You said. 

The two of you continued making small talk throughout the night, and Bucky tried to find a way to convince you that the two of you should sleep at your apartment instead, but he knew that it wouldn't work. He tried to bite back the tears while you were in the showers and he laid out the blankets and pillows on the floor for the night. They almost fell again when he walked out of the bathroom from having his shower and saw you snuggled up on the ground, scrolling on TikTok. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he got a cup of water for himself and for you. He thought he had a handle on his emotions by the time he had settled next to you, but the dam broke when he laid down and your had found its way to your chest as it usually did. 

Your head shot up when you heard his shaky breathing and his sniffling, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck. “What’s wrong, Buck?” you whispered, and his arms wrapped themselves around your waist before he answered. 

“You deserve to be sleeping on a bed.” he whispered, and you shook your head. 

“No. Don’t do that to yourself. I know how weird it is for you to sleep in a bed, and that's okay. I’ve been camping before, and I’m perfectly fine with sleeping on the ground. I’m fine, baby.” You whispered, but Bucky still shook his head. 

“I should be able to afford a bed,” He said, and you sat up. “Stop. Don’t think that. You’re doing the best you can with what you have. You can barely afford the bills you have already because of what the government is paying you, which is way less than you should be. You’re doing great with what you have.” You reminded him, and he nodded.

“I know. But, I probably should have spent the little money I did have on a bed rather than a TV, but if I don't have the TV on, my mind runs to places I don't want it to. I know that’s not healthy, but neither is reliving everything I did for those years. I wasn't really thinking about having anyone to share my nights with during that time, so a bed didn't seem important. But, I should have bought a mattress when we started dating. Everything is just way too expensive compared to when I was growing up.” He said, a slight chuckle in his voice. You smiled, and pushed him back by the chest. 

He smiled suggestively when you straddled his waist, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “Lets not talk about it anymore, okay? Maybe me riding you will help you forget it.” You said, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips that were red and slightly swollen from his tears. He didn't say anything in return, but kissed you back while running your hands up your back and under your sleep shirt. He moaned when he felt that you weren't wearing a bra. 

“Naughty girl, not wearing a bra,” He whispered, as you kissed down his neck. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up, leaving you in only your underwear. You moaned at his husky voice and ground your hips down on him. He moaned, and grasped your hips in his hands. 

He let you grind on him a little more, thoroughly enjoying it, before flipping you over. He trailed his hands down to your underwear, hooking his thumbs into the straps, before pulling them down your legs. 

He moaned when you were completely exposed to him. You looked at him with lust filled eyes, as he spread your legs, and settled himself on his stomach in between them.

He lifted your legs over his shoulders, and pressed kisses up your slit, making eye contact with you. “Fuckin’ beautiful.” he said, before diving into you. 

He swiped his tongue over your clit a few times, before attaching his mouth to it and sucking. You jolted slightly when you felt the cold metal of his pointer finger slowly push inside of you. He pushed it to the hilt, and then arched up to rub up against your g spot. 

You cried out suddenly and tangled your hands in his hair when his finger started vibrating right up against your g spot, causing you to fall over the edge into orgasm almost instantly. 

Bucky pulled off of you with a pop, and grinned, still moving his finger in and out while you rode out your orgasm. Once your breathing slowed, he pulled his finger out, and put it into his mouth, sucking your juices off of it. He laid on his back, and guided you with his hands until you were on top again. 

You began to shimmy down his body, but Bucky shook his head, and pulled you back up. “No. If you do that, I won't last, and I want to cum in your pussy not your mouth,” He said, and you bit your lip, and nodded.

His hands gripped your hips while you reached down for his now leaking cock, and gave it a few firm strokes, before lining it up at your entrance. You leaned forward and gripped your hands on his shoulder, before sliding down on him slowly.

“Fuck, doll. Always feels so damn good,” Bucky moaned, his hands tightening on your hips. You threw your head back and moaned as you began to move your hips, with Bucky’s help.

“Love seein’ you like this, babydoll.” Bucky rasped out, hit hips thrusting up to meet your movements. “Love how needy you get when you’re on top.” His words made you clench around him, and Bucky grasped your hips tighter to pull you down on his cock harder and faster each time. 

You could feel the pressure building in your abdomen, and you knew Bucky was close as well based on the movements of his hips. You ground your hips into his before continuing to bounce on him.

“F-fuck,” Bucky grunted as he was used over the edge, and released inside of you. You threw your head back as you felt Bucky’s cum smash against your walls, which sent you over the edge, and you shook as you came. 

A few minutes later, Bucky has cleaned both you and him up, and was coming back from tossing the wash cloth in the laundry hamper when he saw you sound asleep on the ground where he left you. He smiled slightly and carried you into the bedroom, along with the blankets and pillows. 

He laid you down and straightened out the blankets, and put your pillow under your head, before laying down next to you, and pulling you into his arms. He drifted off to sleep seconds later with the plan on looking for a second hand bed in the morning. You deserved to sleep on a bed, and so did he, he realized. 

At least the plush carpeting is softer than the hard wood. 

[goddess-evelle]

Zip Zap

Summary: The boys have done the shock challenge, and now is your turn. Luckily for you the boys allowed you to film a video and not do a stream like sapnap. However, you reacted more strongly at how the boys reacted to the shocks. When the pained was too much; the boys just want to hug you.

Warning: None. The reader gets shocked many times. The reader cries due to the pain. Just a 2/4 fluff. A splash of angst. The Devil compelled me to write this as a fluff instead of a NSFW. :(

Dream team x Non specified reader :)

"Tell me when you guys are ready, so I can start recording" Your voice comes out softly almost scared of the upcoming challenge. You look at the collar around your wrist; your other hand fiddles with it nervous as you hear the voice saying that they are ready. You open your camera on Discord, so that they can see you. A nervous giggle leaves your lips as you look at the camera. The boys confirm that they can see you.

"Just be careful when you play, and you should be fine" Dream says taking a fatherly role. Not wanting you to be hurt after feeling the pain of electrocution himself.

"I’ll be okay". You say giving a small smile to the camera. Wanting to appease him knowing he initially didn’t want you to do the challenge. You insisted wanting to know how it felt. Slightly curious about how difficult the game would be.

"Um I’ll start the recording. Are you all in the world?" You ask wanting to get the challenge over with.

"Yeah, we are here" George says voice sounding excited to see if you would be able to endure the challenge.

"Ok I’ll run the command, and start playing". A few seconds after running the command you were ready to start playing. Moving your character towards a tree breaking three pieces of it before making a quick crafting table, sticks and pickaxe. You collected enough rock to make a rock pickaxe. Looking around you spotted a good cave making your way towards it. You found some iron and coal. Quickly letting it cook you made your way further into the cave seeing some zombies and skeletons. A loud scream left your lips at the fear of being hurt, and taking damage in real life. The boys yelled telling you to go towards the enemies and try to defeat them.

"No! They are going to kill me"

"Well, it’s part of the game, go and kill them" Sapnap said trying to encourage you to approach the zombie. You did what he said killing the zombie easily a yell of victory leaving your lips. Only to be replaced with a pained one when two skeletons appeared out of nowhere to shoot arrows at you. Both of their arrows hit you only to get hurt again by a creeper. Electricity flooded your senses making your hand twitch involuntarily. A loud yell left your lips at the pain flooding your body.

"AH Fuck! That hurts so bad." You yelled as both skeletons shot at you again both arrows coming your way. The boys stayed silent as Dream tried to tell you what to do. You were able to kill the skeleton. Your hands trembled against the keyboard. The electricity from before making your body shiver at the thought of the pain. The boys asked if you were okay noticing the shivers running along your body. You gave a shaky yes as you focused on making some armor, shield, and an axe. By the time you got out of the cave it was nighttime. You had gotten hurt around 5 more times. The fact that it was nighttime made things harder as you got shocked multiple times trying to find a lava pool. Mobs seemed to follow after you like a magnet. You made the nether portal quickly, and got in taking a deep breath as your body trembled violently. The boys took note of this seeing as your breath got faster every time you took a shock. You appeared in a place full of piglins, and with your luck there was no gold close that could help you make some quick boots. The piglins started attacking you; showering you with arrows as you tried your best to escape. Your eyes glossed over at the pain of the multiple shocks and little to no time to recover from each. The fortress was close to your spawn point, so you made your way towards it. Only to find the WORST fortress ever. There were wither skeletons everywhere, magma cubes, and blazes even on the sides of the fortress. You tried to hold back your nerves as you started to climb up the fortress, and a Blaze fired at you successfully making your character catch fire. Screams of pain filled the boy’s ears at the painful shock being distributed to your wrist. Making your way inside the fortress trying to hurry as much as possible; until three wither skeletons appeared in front of you trying to kill you. After killing two of them the third came from the back hitting you. A loud yell left your lips as your character’s hearts turned black. Your head rolled back as your hand came to cradle your face; tears running down your cheeks as the shocks continued. The boys yelled at you to log out of the game, but your mind was swimming with pain to even pay attention to their words. Seeing you clearly in pain the boys trapped your character in a box as they tried to softly talk to you. Hoping they could help you calm down.

 Sobs left your lips as Sapnap and Dream opened the door to your room going in to give you a hug, and turn off the game. They tried to calm you down as George kept saying encouraging things into your headset. The night ended with the three of you watching a movie together cuddling with Sapnap as your legs laid on top of Dream’s lap. George was facetiming you guy’s as he watched the same movie on his computer. The three of them spent the night relaxing and giving you love. They apologized over and over again feeling horrible for making you go through the pain.

"Well the only way I’m forgiving you guys is if George comes over soon". You said making the boys laugh, and a promise that George would come to the U.S. soon.

[casuallyimagining]

Fix You (1)

hybrid!Min Yoongi x female!reader

Summary: When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?  Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, fluff Word Count: 3,660 Rating: M Warnings (may not appear in every part): minor character is a dick to animals, mentions of a gun, main character injury (non-serious), discussion of physical abuse, emotional abuse, discussion of sexual abuse, discussion of self-harm

Notes: This is for the March project for @thebtswritersclub. The prompt word was ‘adventure’ and I mean, what’s more of an adventure than adopting a pet? Banner by @birbdae; thanks to @voiceswithoutlips, @taetaesbaebaepsae​, @hoebii​ and @aroseforyoongi for editing various parts of this for me.

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“That cat got into Rick’s chickens again. Killed a couple chicks. He said he’s going to kill it if he sees it on his property.”

Your dad had said it nonchalantly, barely glancing over his newspaper. Without a second thought, you were out the door. There was no way to be sure, not really, but the sinking feeling in your stomach made you run a little faster down your parents’ driveway.

You could have sworn you saw that cat slinking under Rick’s fence on your walk earlier.

Rick’s property neighbored that of your parents, but you wouldn’t necessarily consider him their neighbor. If you stood on their front porch, you could just barely make out Rick’s house through the stand of trees that served as the property line. Your parents had chosen to let their piece of the world be natural, carving out just enough space for a house and a decent sized yard all those years ago. It had made for some great childhood adventures in the woods: pretending fairies were real, living out your childhood fantasies of being some sort of wizard, making friends with the trees--normal kid stuff.

Rick, on the other hand, had turned his land into farmland, even though he neither farmed nor cared for the land. The vast rolling fields of Rick’s “farm” were mostly bare. He had a pond in one corner on the other side of the property, and he had a small cabin for hunting when game season started. Mostly, though, Rick raised chickens. Annoying things, the chickens were, not unlike Rick himself. It wasn’t uncommon to hear the hens’ incessant clucking from your parents’ house, and the roosters never seemed to shut up.

When you moved to the city to attend college, you were elated to get away from the chickens.

According to your dad, the cat had showed up in the woods a few weeks ago, and it had made an enemy out of Rick almost immediately. The poor thing was skinny--too skinny, like it had been living on the streets for a while--and though its dark fur was ruddy and matted, you could tell it would be a beautiful onyx if taken care of.

As you got closer to Rick’s farm, you heard barking and a sharp yowl, and you hurried in the direction of the sounds, afraid of what you’d find. Rounding the corner of the chicken coop, you gasped in horror.

Rick stood with his back to you, shotgun in his hands. His dog, an old bird hound with caramel spotted fur, had the cat clutched in his mouth, the dog’s teeth sunk directly into the cat’s shoulder. The cat, to its credit, had puffed itself up greatly, its tail nearly double its normal size. It was growling and hissing, and, despite the pain it was almost certainly in, was swiping at the dog with its front claws.

“Call your dog off, Rick.” Your voice was steadier than you thought it would be. You were out of breath from the run over there, and being anywhere near Rick with a gun and his snarling dog made you a little uneasy.

“Fuck off.” The man barely turned his head to you. “Damn cat’s been a pain in my ass since someone dumped it here. It killed four of my chicks.”

“Look at it. Of course it’s going after your chickens. You don’t keep them in their coop. It’s starving.”

“Damn thing should stay at your soft-ass parents’ house if it wants handouts.” Rick cocked his gun, pointing it at the cat. The cat’s copper eyes flashed to Rick at the sound. It looked terrified.

The fact that it knew what a gun was and knew to be afraid of it broke your heart a little bit.

“Call off the dog,” you said again, taking a step toward him, hands splayed out in front of you placatingly. “Calm down. I’ll get the cat out of your hair, and you won’t have to worry about it again.”

“Ain’t going to replace my chickens.” Rick’s voice was gruff, but he lowered the gun.

“I’ll pay for your chickens. Just call off your dog.”

He stared at the cat, the gun clutched in his hands but no longer pointing it at anything. For a second, you thought he was going to sicc the dog on the poor thing just to spite you and make a point. You had a feeling he was the type of person to do that. But after a tense stare down, he whistled through his teeth.

“Drop it,” he commanded the dog. The dog looked to its owner, and he repeated the command. It took a second, but the dog released its bite, and the cat slumped to the ground. Rick regarded the cat with a sneer before turning to you. “Take care of that thing. If I see it on my property one more time, it won’t be so lucky.”

You nodded tensely, and he whistled again. The dog trotted over to Rick’s side and the two walked off. You stared after him for a moment. A pained yowl drew your attention back to the cat.

The cat looked angry, and you didn’t blame it. Its tail was still puffed up, and you could tell that if it hadn’t just been attacked by a dog, its hackles would be straight up. Its copper eyes glared at you, its ears flat against its head. You approached cautiously, and it growled deeply in its throat.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you soothed, crouching down to make yourself less threatening. “I’m going to get you help. Is that okay?”

The cat hissed at you and attempted to back away. It made two limping steps before collapsing into the mud around the coop.

“That’s alright. It’s okay.” You sighed, unsure of your next steps. You didn’t want to traumatize the cat by coming any closer, and you really didn’t want to risk injuring it further by picking it up and having it fight you.

You looked at the cat, blinking slowly when you accidentally made eye contact with it. You had read somewhere that blinking was a way to show a cat that you weren’t a threat, and though you felt kind of silly, at this point, you were willing to try anything.

“What am I going to do with you, kitty?” you questioned, sitting down in the mud. The cat looked at you curiously, as if asking what the fuck you were doing. “I don’t want Rick to hurt you,” you confessed. “I’d like to take you somewhere safe.”

Truthfully, that was part of the reason why you were even visiting your parents. Your mom had told you about the cat, and how it didn’t seem to be wearing any collar, and while you were visiting them you wanted to try to trap it, either to bring it to live with you, or to take it to a nice shelter where it could get a good meal and hopefully find a nice family.

“Can I take you to the vet, at least?” You really were desperate, talking to the cat as if it understood what you were saying. The cat, to its credit, looked at you, copper eyes staring into your face before it blinked, just once, slowly and deliberately.

When you reached out to it, it didn’t growl.

You stood and approached the cat, doing your best not to make any sudden moves. You scooped it up gently, careful not to jostle his left shoulder too much, and cradled it close to your chest.

The walk back to your parents’ house was slow, but the trip to the vet was even slower.

It was a weekend, so the vet in your parents’ sleepy little suburb was closed. You had no choice but to pack your bags back up and make the trek home to the city to take the cat to the 24/7 emergency veterinary hospital.

You tapped your hand on the steering wheel. Traffic wasn’t usually this terrible on a weekend, but there was some sort of sporting event happening, so of course, all the roads into the city were clogged.

Stopped at a red light, you spared a glance toward your passenger seat. The cat laid on his side--it was a him, your mother had confirmed--his breathing labored. You could tell he was still on edge. His tail was still puffed up like a cat-of-nine-tails, and he kept eyeing you warily. But he had let you wrap him in a blanket and carry him to your car, and he had stayed on the seat, almost like he knew it was the safest place for him.

“Almost there, kitty,” you mumbled, changing lanes, finally free of the congestion. “Hang on just a little longer.”

Thankfully, the vet wasn’t busy, and you were able to get in with the assistant almost right away. You explained everything that had happened to her as she examined the cat, tutting slightly as she checked his shoulder.

“There are some punctures, but nothing that’s too worrying. I can bandage it and give you some antibiotics.” The assistant pulled her hand back as the cat swatted at her for touching his shoulder a little too forcefully. “Do you know if he has an owner? It would be helpful to know his shot records.”

You shook your head. “He just showed up in the woods one day.”

“We’ll get him a full round of vaccines, then, too.” Copper eyes met yours, and for a second, you thought you saw a look of concern cross them. But then he blinked, and it was gone.

The vet ordered an MRI, and thankfully, because it was a large veterinary hospital connected with the local university, they were able to do it the same day. So you ended up staying at the vet for two hours as they anesthetized the cat and did the scan. While the cat was waking up, the vet called you into the exam room.

“We checked for a microchip, and there was none,” the vet--Dr. Jung--informed you, his brow furrowed. “Based on the cat’s malnutrition and the condition of the coat, it’s likely he was a stray for at least a few months.” You nodded. The poor cat. “We should have the MRI results soon. I’ll give you a call in a few hours once I get a chance to read them. Normally, since he’s a stray, we would contact our foster network to see if anyone would be able to take him in. But since you brought him in-”

“I’ll keep him,” you said quickly. You were planning on it anyway. Just because he was hurt didn’t mean you were willing to give him up.

“Good.” Dr. Jung smiled at you. “My assistant is wrapping his shoulder now, and we’d like to just monitor him for a few more minutes to make sure he’s coming out of the anesthesia well, but you should be clear to take him home after that.” He placed a box on the table between you. “This is Clavamox. One millilitre twice a day for seven days. I don’t think he’ll develop an infection, but since he was so dirty, I think it’s probably better to be safe.” You nodded and pocketed the box. “We also gave him a rabies shot while he was here. It’s standard because he was bitten. If you notice any symptoms, please call us immediately. Once he’s feeling better, we can get him the rest of the vaccines he needs.”

You nodded. This was a lot all at once. And you didn’t even know what you wanted to call the cat yet.

Dr. Jung seemed to be able to tell you were feeling overwhelmed, because he offered you a comforting smile and patted your shoulder. “I’m going to go check on him. You can come if you want.”

As soon as you entered the room, groggy copper eyes were on you. The poor thing looked stoned out of his mind, but there was recognition there, and that gave you some comfort. At least he wasn’t glaring at you anymore. Dr. Jung’s assistant had wrapped his shoulder, so he had a bandage from his upper left front leg wrapped all the way around his chest and up around his shoulders.

“What are we going to do with you, kitty?” you questioned softly, reaching out and gently placing your hand on his head.

After checking the cat’s vitals one last time, Dr. Jung let you leave.

He was limp in your arms as you carried him into your apartment, still a little drugged up from the anesthesia. The whole way back to your apartment, he had sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window like a drunk, moody college student.

“It’s up to you if you want to stay, kitty,” you told him, gently laying him down on your couch as soon as you kicked your shoes off. Of course you wanted to keep him. You had grown attached to him in the few hours you had been with him. But if he was miserable, you were willing to help him find somewhere that was more suited for his needs.

He tried to stand, succeeding only long enough to give a dramatic wobble before collapsing back into the overstuffed cushion. While he was completely recovered from the anesthesia, Dr. Jung had warned you that the cat might be feeling the side effects for a day or so. You reached out to pet him, but his copper eyes slanted into a glare, and you pulled back.

Assuming the cat was hungry, you left him alone and headed into the kitchen. You had some chicken in the fridge, and you thought maybe he would enjoy some fresh meat he didn’t have to steal. You weren’t sure when his last real meal was, so you wanted to go easy on his digestive system until you knew he was feeling better. You’d have to stop and get cat food at some point, but for now, chicken would do.

You did your best to trim off all the fat from the chicken breast. You knew he wouldn’t mind eating it--cats ate weirder things from fresh kills, after all--but you figured with how thin he was, lean meat would probably be better. Carefully, you cut it up into small, easy-to-chew chunks and put some on a plate, wrapping the rest and putting it into the fridge for later. You used a dropper to evenly spread the required dose of the antibiotics onto the chicken in hopes that it would make it easier to give him the medicine.

Returning to the living room, you noticed that the cat hadn’t moved aside from doing his best to curl up as small as possible in the corner of the couch. You tried not to make eye contact with him as you pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it on the cushions. You weren’t particularly keen on having raw chicken all over your furniture, but you sat the plate on the blanket anyway. There was no way you trusted the cat to be able to jump down off your couch at this point.

“Here’s some chicken, kitty.” You gestured toward the plate, and he eyed it warily, unmoving. You supposed he would feel more comfortable eating if you weren’t in the room. “Don’t leave it too long--it’ll go bad. I have to go do some work. I’ll be in my office if you need me. It’s just down the hall.”  As you stood up, you paused. You were talking to a cat. You were talking to a cat as if it could understand exactly what you were saying.

Maybe your parents were right. Maybe you had been living alone for too long.

Your mother had suggested you get a hybrid when you first moved to the city--a nice, loyal, protective one, like a German shepherd hybrid or a golden retriever--but you had never gone further than passively looking.

You were happy for the hybrids. A majority of them were still owned, but they could move about their lives freely and without question. It was illegal to treat them as servants, and all ownership had to be consensual, though you weren’t sure how well those rules were enforced. You didn’t really understand how someone could just own a hybrid--they were people, after all, even if their DNA was a little altered. It was weird to you, owning another sentient being like that.

Their lives were certainly much better than they had been. Some hybrids were naturally occurring, but others--a majority of them--had been created by rich and powerful individuals and the government in secret during some shady human experiments in the early 20th century. And, of course, because they were experiments, it created a whole host of problems regarding rights and discrimination.

But despite all the improvements, there was still a long way to go. There was nothing wrong with owning a hybrid if it was consensual, but that didn’t mean you were necessarily comfortable with it.

After a few hours of sitting at your desk working on your most recent graphic design project for work, you turned away and stretched. If you had to stare at the color chartreuse for ten more minutes, you thought you would go blind. It was time to check on the cat anyway, and you wanted to make sure you threw away any chicken that was left on the plate you had given him so he wouldn’t get sick.

When you entered the living room, you were immediately confused. The cat was gone, but so was your blanket. The plate was still on the couch, almost exactly where you left it, but it was entirely empty. Wonderful. You had taken in some sort of Houdini cat.

You grabbed the plate and put it in the sink, trying to look for your blanket as you went. You found it when you returned to the living room, the corner sticking out from under your TV stand. There was just enough space between the bottom shelf and the floor for the cat to fit under, and apparently he had taken the blanket with him. You couldn’t really blame him--it was April, and it was late evening, and your floors were still a little chilly.

“Hey kitty?” you called, bending down to see if you could see him under the shelf. You had thought about it while working, and at this point, you were just going to lean into the whole ‘talking to the cat like he’s a person’ thing. “It’s starting to get late. I’m going to go get ready for bed, okay?” You could just barely see his copper eyes hidden all the way under the TV stand. His pupils were blown wide to capture all the ambient light they could. “You can explore or whatever you’re comfortable with tonight, but please don’t ruin my stuff. Please be a good kitty.”

He blinked once and continued to stare blankly at you.

“Okay, well… if I don’t see you, goodnight.”

You stood and headed off to your bathroom to start your nightly routine. It only took you about a half an hour, but you were soon laying down in bed with your book. You had started it a few days ago, but you were hooked, and you were already almost done with it. The author had managed to somehow insert a space alien robot into today’s modern digital age, and you found it fascinating. You would never look at social media and influencers the same way after reading this book.

It was cozy in your room with the little bedside lamp on, snuggled up in your blankets. Your bed was soft--it was one of those that you could change it using a remote to fit your mood and preference, but you almost always preferred it soft--and you had plenty of blankets and pillows to make it comfortable.

You only had a few pages left when you noticed it, the shadow lingering in the hallway, slowly getting closer to your open bedroom door. It started out against the wall across the hall. When you next looked up after glancing down to your book, the shadow had moved to your doorway. He even had turned his head away like he was pretending it was a coincidence that he had ended up in your room.

He was walking with a slight limp, which was unsurprising given the bandage and the fact that he was attacked not even 12 hours before. He was much more lucid than he was when you first brought him home, though you could tell he was still a little groggy. You didn’t say anything to him--you figured if you did, he would bolt, so you let him do what he wanted.

After a few minutes--maybe 15 or 20--you closed your book quietly, careful not to startle the cat. You glanced at the doorway and didn’t see him, so you put your book on your nightstand and turned off the light. It took you a second, but you snuggled down into the blankets, pulling them tightly around you. You were just about to drift off when you felt it.

Something landed gently on your bed by your feet. It paused for a moment before slowly making its way up the bed to your head, its gait uneven. When it got to the other pillow, it laid down. You risked opening an eye then, and were met with copper eyes staring back at you.

He watched you warily, as if waiting for you to yell or kick him off the bed. When you didn’t, his eyes narrowed, and he slowly allowed himself to lay down, his head on his paws, curled up as best as he could be.

You fell asleep to the sound of him snoring lightly.

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