#let him bully u softly

[screampied]

heyy vaygas how u doin babes?

first of, LOVE your work!!! the dads friend fic? can’t get over it, still did not recover!

can i ask for a mean dom nanami that makes you squirt through your panties and bullies u for it? 🥺 while enjoying himself as well hehe like “look at the mess u made/how messy u are” vibes

thx 💗

❤︎ ໋𓈒 nanami making you squirt for the first time.

warnings. fem! reader, praise, tried making him mean but he’s still soft :>, squirtin, dirty talk, talking you through it, mdni. an. 'm good!! thank u sm!

“make you do what, sweetheart?” he’d murmur right up against your ear. you felt a chill run up your spine the moment he presses a soft kiss near the inside corner of your neck. he was so gentle with his touch, you laid back against him with your legs practically parted—sprawled all open. “tell me what you want from me. talk to me nice.”

a near pout stretched against the corners of your lips before you reply with a sigh, “i- i want you to make me squirt again,” and you dragged out your words just a tad bit. his body heat behind you was immensely hot, warm even. “can never do it right by myself.”

“ah. course you can’t,” he purrs in a low melodic soothing tone. nanami’s fingers strum against the outer part of your panties and your breath achingly hitches. “say pretty please. use those manners, sweetheart. taught you well, did i not?”

he was practically insufferable, although he always did like the sound of your voice. “pretty please,” you reply with a quickness, feeling your knees merely buckle. he was a tease, brushing a few fingers near the middle part of your underwear. “pretty please, i want you to make a mess out of me.”

“atta girl,” he whispers, kissing the back of your forehead. and that’s the moment when he gently squeezes near your thigh, uttering out a playful. “now lie back ‘n i’ll do just that.”

“can i— may i take off my panties?” you breathe, moaning once he gingerly brings his right hand to softly grip near your breasts.

he grazes a thumb to run against your perky nipple before giving it a nice squeeze. he finds it cute, the way you’re so helplessly needy, squirming all against him just so he can start. your entire head was clouded, you hold in a sharp breath before a whine skims past your lips.

“nooo, darling,” he denies you, and that was probably the most sweetest ‘no’ you’ve ever been told before. his other hand that resided between your thighs starts to softly create strokes against your clit. he hums, feeling the nearly faded dampened spot, oh how soaked you were. “good girls get their panties removed. we aren’t past that part yet, are we not?”

you pout, another sweetened sigh leaving out of you. “but i said pretty please.”

“and i heard you the first time, my love,” he says, and you whimper once he feels all over your chest. his rough fingers had such a softness to it, you hadn’t even realized how prematurely soaked you were. it was a bit of playful sass to his tone, you swallow before rubbing the back of your head against his chest. “now. let me make you my messy girl as promised, ‘n i’ll think about removing this pretty panties, okay?”

“… okay.”

nanami lowly chuckles, and you lean back against him the moment he starts to create a bit of stimulation against your clit.

“oh, don’t be so disappointed,” and he starts slow strokes. deep filthy strokes, you wanted for him to just remove your panties … but alas, that wouldn’t happen just yet. nanami created a plethora of chaste kisses near the inner part of your neck whilst your legs twitch in pleasure. you were far too sensitive, moaning each time his tongue softly drags against the sweet soft parts of your neck. you were addicting, equivalent to a drug. nanami loved to kiss up and down your neck, leave all kinds of marks only for him to see. “you want me to go rougher? ‘s that why you keep whining?”

“p-please,” you concur, with a needy nod, feeling him bring a hand near your neck now. thick fingers swiftly of his wrap until you wear his hand that went around your throat like a necklace.

you wanted him to just be a tad bit rougher, just a little. you loved him being gentle, you did. but you also liked when he’d be a little mean. the times where nanami would come home from work stressed and full of fatigue. letting him taking everything out on your sweet pussy, his ultimate cure for stress relief. he was forever grateful for you. “more, kento. ‘wan more, choke me harder.”

his hand that went around your throat had a firm grip to it, a thumb of his softly swipes down the middle part of your throat and he turns your head for a kiss. you were panting heavily, each dramatic breath that left your mouth only grew substantially louder. “such a nasty fuckin’ girl. can feel you pulse all through your panties, sweetheart.”

“kento,” you’d whimper, reaching down to touch his wrist — but he lightly smacks it, earning a sweet whine from you.

“nuh uh. no touching. ‘s only for my hands,” he husks, making his strokes against your panties go ten times faster, the tempo was so vigorous that your moans became even more vocal. “silly girl. did you forget already? you have to ask to touch yourself.”

swallowing an invisible thick lump, you mewl out a sweet, “can i—”

“no baby,” he chortles, finding it cute at your attempt to even ask directly after the fact. nanami could essentially hear the pout curl amongst your lips before your eyebrows form into a perturbed adorable furrow. you were coming close, you knew that very much all too well.

it was coming at such a high chasing pace that you could barely keep up with your own breaths. even at his attempt of being ‘mean’ he was still so sweet. he couldn’t help it, especially if it was with you.

pathetically so, you felt yourself twitching within his hold. nanami’s hand that went around your throat softly massages the part where you breathe, he could feel the candied vibrations of your own moans leave out every few seconds. it was his favorite sound, forevermore his favorite tune to even hear.

“close, are you?” he simpers, and he’s using his entire hand at this point, maneuvering such rough circles against your clit. the cloth of your panties that protected it made you pout, you desperately yearned for it to just be taken off already. “mhm. wait, be quiet for a sec.”

all that could be heard was the sound of your cute exasperated breaths and the squelches that came from your soaked pussy. the fabric of your underwear was thin, basically shielding hardly anything.

“listen to her with me,” he whispers against your neck, referring to your pussy. he’s coating you with various more kisses to make you twitch and throb for more. “she’s needy for me. sloppy ‘n everything, so desperate to make a fuckin’ mess on her husband.”

“k-kentooo,” you’d moan, and his hand that was wrapped around your throat shifts its attention back towards your chest. he squeezes your right tit, massaging all around it before prodding a thumb against your nipple. “f-fuck i feel it.”

your orgasm gradually builds up, it’s like a wave that continued to rise and rise.

your thighs, even your legs began to quaver and by now, you were all slumped up against nanami. his words went straight towards your cunt, ringing all through your ears. even his dirty talk was bittersweet, rich and simply enchanting. “come on,” he sighs lowly, feeling himself start to get hard just from your pleasure. “give it to me. be a good nasty girl ‘n let go on me.”

everything came on a whim, your legs felt so numb and shook before whether moments—you felt yourself finally release.

a sudden slick gush runs out of you, and your panties were even more soaked now. you felt so flushed. the stupidest expression on your face, hooded eyes, maw dangled open as you’re panting heavily … it was a sight.

the dampened spot near the entrance of your underwear was so cute. he chuckles, strumming a thumb against that specific spot while you’re riding out your orgasm, legs vigorously still shaking from impact.

“…my oh my,” he sings, and that’s when he finally pulls your panties towards the side. nanami runs a finger down your slit before giving it a playful pinch just to hear you whimper out. “what a mess.”

“such a messy girl i’ve got myself here,” he continues, and then he slowly sinks a finger into your folds. “mhm. do you wanna be even messier for me though? we can always try it again, without the panties this time, my love.”

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally Getting Help (prt 5)

Masterpost

It took a little convincing to get Jazz to come back with them, but she didn’t want to stay with Constantine because he ‘smelled like cigarettes and generational trauma’ and she couldn’t stay alone. So in the end she agreed to come back to Wayne manor with the promise that Tim would help walk her through the process of getting emancipated since he’d already done it before. Dick informed Agent A they’d be having another new person for dinner and asked Jazz if she had any allergies, which was also a no. Apparently the Fentons tended to be a very hearty family. 

They took the jet back, dropping Jazz off at the manor before parking in the batcave and changing into civics as quickly as they could so they could go greet her. Before they could Alfred sent a video on the family group chat. The video started with Danny pacing in the foye, then the door opened and Jazz hesitantly let herself in only to be greeted by a battering ram of Brother hurtling towards her. 

She managed to get her arms up in time to catch Danny with an Oof before they just clung to each other. Awww, why weren’t any of Dick’s siblings like that with him?! Something to bully them about later.

—----

“What happened?” Danny whispered against Jazz’s chest. 

“The Justice League finally stepped up and dealt with it. Locked the portal, took away mom and dad and Vlad, I don’t know what will happen with any of them but it’s not our fault whatever it is. It’s not our responsibility or our problem, I’m going to focus on university and you’re going to focus on keeping yourself and the babies healthy and safe.” She said softly, feeling Danny wince.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the babies, I just didn’t know how too,” Danny said, and Jazz could feel how he tensed, expecting her to be angry with him.

“It’s okay little brother, I understand. That was a lot to process, I’m sure you would have told me soon,” She murmured and he nodded. “Danny, did he… did he rape you?” Jasmine forced herself to ask softly. She didn’t think so, but she just needed to know.

“No, he stole my DNA and tried to clone me. But it didn’t work and Danielle and the other clones were melting. I don’t know how many he tried but I can’t imagine he started in batches of ten. I could only save two, Daniella and one of the boys. It was awful. I don’t know how long they’ll need to stay inside me to fully develop but they can take all the time they need. I can feel them inside me, I can feel their love. I love them too, they’re my babies Jazz, I know I’m young but…”

“You’re going to be a great parent Danny,” Jazz promised softly, giving him a gentle squeeze. “And I’m going to be the best aunt and babysitter you could ask for.”

She didn’t realize he was crying until his laugh came out audibly wet. “I’m sure you will. Thank you Jazz.”

“No problem Danny. What about the Wayne’s, you trust them? You think you’ll be okay here? I’ll going to Gotham U so I’ll be close. I’d like to work at Arkham anyway.”

“Ya, they seem good, I’ll be fine here Jazz. Don’t worry.”

“I’ll always worry about you little brother,” Jazz said softly and Danny laughed again, trying to wipe his face as subtly as he could before he pulled back and finally let go.

Alfred cleared his throat delicately to remind them he was still there, though Jazz was glad he hadn’t interrupted their moment. “Dinner is ready when you are Master Danny, Miss Jazz,” he said with a nod and disappeared back down the hall towards the dining room.

“Well I’m starving, I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast!” Jazz said as she started to steer them both after Alfred.

“I’m pretty much always hungry,” Danny admitted with a chuckle. “The little ones take a lot of energy and I need to replace it somehow I goes,” He said touching his stomach in a way she now realized he’d been doing a lot. How had she missed that?

“Well you eat as much as you need to, and any cravings too. They probably have nutrients you and the baby need. You should see a doctor too. I know you probably went to see Frostbite already but you’re still half human and if they’re cloned from you so are the babies. Ask Bruce about a doctor that you can trust.”

“I will, I promise. You’re right, I really do want the babies to be okay and with what you said about the Justice League doing their job I have a feeling my existence won’t be illegal for much longer.” Walking into the dining room just in time for the family to overhear the last of that conversation. 

“Definitely not,” Bruce said firmly. “I know for a fact Martian Manhunter is absolutely furious hearing they did something like this to another sentient species just because they weren’t human.”

“You know Martian Manhunter!?” Danny said with literal stars in his eyes. 

“Oh here we go,” Jazz said with fond exasperation.

“Yes?” Bruce said, he hadn’t meant it like a question but he was just surprised, and a little worried, there was no way Danny would be prejudiced right?

“Oh my god can I meet him?! He’s been my favourite hero for ever! He’s from SPACE! I love space! I want to know everything he knows about space, and about Mars! I’ve never been to space! Well I’ve flown to the moon a couple of times but I couldn’t go further and be back in time for school.”

He had started floating off the ground as he enthused about space, with fond exasperation Jazz grabbed the back of Danny’s shirt and tugged him back down into a seat at the dining room table. It was like Peter Pan with the joy lifting him up, and his excitement was both adorable and infectious. It was so good to see him happy. 

While he was talking food had been being passed around, and Damian, who was sitting on Danny’s other side from Jazz, had been heaping his plate while the older boy was distracted. It was sweet to see him being… caring to another person, he was even putting some meat on Danny’s plate with an odd stubborn set to his jaw. He almost looked aggressive but that was really just his determined face. Damian had accepted Danny in record time, which was a little surprising but it also made sense, they all knew Damian really loved caring for people, and children, and with Danny carrying babies no doubt Damian was already staking his claim on the role of favoured uncle. 

“I’ll see what I can do,” Bruce promised with a little smile. He was sure J’onn would be happy to meet Danny so it wouldn’t actually be hard. 

“Thank you!” Danny cheered, only Jazz’s grip on his shirt keeping him from leaping back into the air. 

“Eat,” Damian reminded, shoving a fork into Danny’s open hand. “Pennyworth says you were too worried to eat much at lunch and you need the nutrients!”

“Aww thank you ghostling,” Danny cooed, roughling Damian’s hair who scowled and ducked away, but didn’t lash out At All! Huh apparently pregnancy was a shield against Damian’s aggression.

Danny did start to eat though, and to keep him on track the family started talking with each other. It seemed to make him more comfortable, if things were quiet he felt the need to fill the space instead of filling his mouth. It was honestly sort of nice, even Damian shared a bit more than he usually would have about school, and about his art, then started telling Danny in particular about his animals. Danny hadn’t met them yet after all and he needed to know everything! Which ones were friendly, how to appropriately handle any of them, what treats they could have. 

The way Danny lit up and started questioning Damian about his animals was honestly a little startling, but it couldn’t be more clear that he was genuinely enthusiastic and Damian was preening. Rarely did he get such an attentive listening ear when talking about his pets, especially since everyone who had been in the family for a while had heard similar rants so many times they’d started to tune them out. 

It was a testament to Damian’s self control that he insisted Danny finish his dinner before dragging him away from the table to go show him all the various animals he had collected over the years. Danny laughed as Damian tugged on him and waved back at the family, joking about being kidnapped again (which, worrying) but he didn’t seem to mind.

“It’s good to see someone with such a healthy and well supported obsession,” Jazz said with a little smile, watching after her little brother and Damian rush off. “Oh!” She said, snapping her fingers, “I should explain all that for you! If you’re going to take care of Danny you’ll need a crash course in Ghosts and Liminality. I uhh, I have a powerpoint?” She said, looking embarrassed and hopeful as she pulled a USB out of her pocket.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Miss. I’ll set up the projector in the family room,” Alfred said as he whisked the last of the dishes away. 

“Oh! Thank you Alfred. Can I help at all?” Jasmine asked, already getting up from the table so she could follow.

“Nonsense, you’re a guest and you had a very long day already. I’ll set it up, and then fix a room for you next Master Danny’s for tonight,” Alfred said briskly, shooing her back into the dining room room with the family. 

She looked like she was about to argue but she thought better of it. “Alfred is really the one in charge around here and we all know it,” Dick commented to her with a little smile. “No use arguing with him, and he usually knows best anyway.”

“Well, alright if you say so,” Jazz said with a little smile and tension slowly eased from her shoulders. When was the last time she got to relax? Having to worry about her brother and no one really taking care of the, how long had she been googling “how to stitch up a wound’, ‘how to help a 14 year old with ADHD study’, and various other things to try and care for a boy only two years younger than her. 

“So I know you mentioned to Nightwing that you wanted to go to Gotham U? I don’t know how your grades are,” (a lie, they knew she was a genius and her grades were excellent), “But the Wayne family sponsors many scholarships and if you don’t qualify for any of those we would be happy to just pay for your schooling. What would you like to study?” Bruce asked 

“I want to study psychology!” Jazz said, lighting up instantly. “That’s what I’ve wanted to study since I was seven. I want to be a psychologist, and I’d like to intern at Arkham. I know it’s a dangerous place, but I’m tougher than I look and I have Danny on speed dial so I’ll be fine.”

Well at least she had thought about the danger, and tougher then she looked meant something because she already looked plenty touch. “Well, I know Arkham can always use good doctors,” Bruce chuckled. “Just try not to become the next Harley Quinn,” He said it like a joke but he did mean it, the last thing Gotham needed was another evil genius. 

“Don’t worry, she lacked grounding connections due to her upbringing. I’ll have Danny, and his babies, and I’ll make friends outside of the hospital. As long as nothing happens to Danny I’m sure I’ll be fine, just like as long as nothing happens to me, or the other people he loves, Danny will be fine.”

It sounded like a warning, and it probably was, but they already knew that. Zatana had warned them that Danny could be dangerous. He would need grounding connections, but everyone did, and the Waynes already knew they were going to be family. On their own any of the Bat clan knew they could go off the deep end, a lot of them had even seen the futures with evil versions of themselves but with the other to care for and about, it kept them on the right track… at least mostly.

Next

[4st4rion]

some close proximity

ao3 link

just over 1k; astarion is in a bad mood, u make him feel better, kissing ensues. second person pov (astarion x you) and fully gender neutral. mild act 3 spoilers!

Astarion has been in a bad mood all day, and, frankly, you're fucking sick of it.

You don't confront him in front of everyone, because you're not an asshole, but you wait until it's just the two of you left in your rooms at the Elfsong, everyone else gone to have dinner and drink downstairs.

He's about to leave, too, but you stop him with a hand on his arm.

"Astarion," you say, hoping it comes off as gently as possible.

He whips around, brows furrowed together in an angry expression.

"What?"

You raise your eyebrows at him. He's really in a bad mood if he's being this short with his own lover.

"Astarion," you repeat, firmly this time. "What's going on with you today?"

A hundred emotions war over his face — first it's the anger at being called out, then denial that anything is wrong, then guilt and regret for snapping at you, and his eyes avoid your own as he heaves a dramatic sigh.

"Nothing," he lies, in that near-hysterical pitch he has when he's worked up. "We're only lingering in my ex-master's hunting grounds, staying at the tavern I used to hunt," he says. "How could I possibly be anything but ecstatic to hang around?"

You frown.

"Is that what it is?" you ask, ignoring the part of you that wants to get defensive about his tone with you. "Astarion, you're safe with us," you remind him, taking his hand and holding it intently. "None of us would let any harm come to you."

He flinches like he's going to pull his hand away, but decides not to.

"How do you know?" he mutters, still not looking at you. "Cazador himself could come find us any night."

"He'd be a fool to," you hum. "You're surrounded by allies, and you're no longer under his control."

You squeeze his hand.

"Cazador is probably cowering right now, afraid of his own death, knowing we're in the city," you say, and that almost gets Astarion to smirk.

"I'm sure he's shitting himself," Astarion says sarcastically, but you roll with it.

"And pissing, too," you add. "He's running out of pants from how often he's shitting and pissing himself."

That, stupid as it is, makes Astarion laugh.

He glances at you, then scoffs, still smiling.

"I hate that you make me feel better," he admits, winding his fingers around yours. "Little shit."

You smile back.

"I'm your little shit, though," you say, before you can consider whether you should or not, and he goes still.

"Are you?" he asks, softly. Cautiously.

"A little shit?" you ask, giving you both the chance to escape this conversation, but he only laughs one amused huff.

"No," he says. "Are you? Mine?"

The look in his eyes is dangerous; you want to pull him into a kiss and never stop, give him anything and everything, let the world melt around you in favor of giving yourself to him, body and mind and soul.

"Maybe," you say, trying to sound coy but sounding nervous, instead.

The hand that isn't in yours comes to up pet you, his thumb running over your cheekbone and your lower lip before he leans in to kiss you. It's as intoxicating as ever, and you let yourself relax as the two of you kiss over and over in your shared room.

Your free hand holds him at his hip, first, then at his waist, pulling him in until the two of you are flush together. He won't stop kissing you, stealing your breath away and swallowing anything you may have to say about the situation.

"Are you mine?" he asks again, once you're flustered and weak in the knees.

You swallow thickly.

"Might be," you admit, but it's not what he wants to hear — his hands leave you to guide you by your hips, back until your legs meet your comfortable daybed and you tumble down onto the mattress.

He climbs on top of you, and you'd compare him to a predator if he wasn't giggling quietly to himself as he bullies between your legs. You can't help but laugh, too, because it's a little ridiculous, isn't it? You've been together, been something, since you helped the tieflings at Emerald Grove, fighting side by side and barely ever apart — it should be easy enough to admit that you're his.

He pulls your shirt off of you and sets to laying kisses down your neck and chest, paying extra attention just under your ear until you know there's going to be a lovebite worried into your skin.

"Bastard," you mutter, but he only laughs again.

"Everyone already knows we're together," he reasons. "I might as well mark you."

His words send something hot creeping under your skin. You'd like that, you think — being marked as belonging to someone. How different is a lovebite from a wedding ring, when you think about it? Or a collar, or a scar? It's a symbol of ownership, isn't it?

"Don't tempt me to do the same," you threaten, even though that thought sends something even hotter through you. He'd look good with a ring of bruises bitten around his neck, outlines of your teeth indented in his skin.

He bites at your neck, not drawing blood but not gently, and it startles a quiet noise out of you.

"Tell me you are mine," he says this time, and you can't deny it any longer.

"I'm yours," you sigh, as his teeth make themselves at home in your neck.

"Only mine," he growls, and you laugh. You've certainly been getting hit on a lot lately, yeah; between the Emperor shooting his shot and having to stop Halsin from confessing his feelings, it's no surprise he's feeling possessive.

"Only yours," you purr. You drape your arms over his shoulders and pull him closer, arching against him to press your body up to his and baring your neck for him. "I haven't thought of anyone but you since we met," you admit, your voice as low and sultry as you can manage.

He whines against you and takes your offering, biting into your neck with his fangs and drawing blood. It doesn't happen every time you have sex, and it doesn't always lead to sex, but sex and feeding are entwined enough that one tends to tangle into the other. Not that you mind, far from it — his bite becomes pleasantly numb as he drinks from you and the mild lightheadedness only adds to how dreamy it is every time you get intimate with him.

"You mean everything to me," you say, slow and sleepy-sounding, everything getting further and further away as he drinks. "You are everything to me."

He makes another desperate noise into your veins and pulls up, away. His mouth seals over the same spot to suck the last trickles of blood that ooze up and he licks to help the wound begin to heal, his tongue especially familiar here.

As soon as he trusts your skin not to split back open, he's moving up to kiss you again. You'd be more disturbed by the taste of your own blood on his tongue if you weren't used to it by now.

"You are mine," he shudders between kisses. "Just as I am yours," he adds, his voice full of fake confidence.

"You are," you immediately affirm, wanting him to know it's true and it's mutual.

"Not like I was his," he hisses. “In a different way."

You nod against him.

"A better way," you agree, and he nods, too, kissing you even harder.

You stay that way for a good, long while, tangled together on the bed. Time and place melt away; the only things that exist or have ever existed are the two of you, here, now, together, and the quiet sounds of love between your mouths.

It's good.

It's perfect.

[luvsupa]

PRINCE GOJO LOVES WHO?!

tags: fem!reader x prince! gojo satoru, childhood enemies to almost lovers to enemies (☹️), NEW MALE CHARACTER!, bully!gojo, gojo gets so jealous, love (ish)-hate relationship, gojos so confusing, ANGST, royalty, arranged marriage, forbidden love, lots of tension, smut-ish (intense kissing + grinding), cheating (guys don’t ever cheat) mdni.

w.c: 2.7k

a/n: sorry for the late update 😥 got lazy 🫣 but thank u guys so much for the support! It means a lot! + likes/ reblogs are very appreciative 💆🏽‍♀️

read part 2 here!

you wake up in an unfamiliar room, the soft mattress beneath you swallowing you deeper as you open your eyes. your body aches, you look under the cover to see the formal gown from last night’s dinner.

oh. the dinner.

your heart sinks as you recall the events. ayana had set you up, and gojo... he had brought you to his room and kissed you.

how could gojo treat me like this for years, kiss me, and then continue to torment me? you shift on the king-sized bed, relieved to find you’re alone.

you wince as you get up, the tight corset beneath your gown causing discomfort. you walk to the balcony, the view similar to yours but from many floors above.

opening the double balcony doors, you step closer to the railing and look down. you recognize your parents and gojo's among the guests. there are a few others, can’t seem to recognize their faces. who could they be? did my father invite them?

“how did you sleep?”

you close your eyes in annoyance, he’s the last person you want to see right now.

“i slept fine,” you say, not turning around to look at him. he can sense your irritation. “i shouldn’t overstay my time here, so i will go back to my room.” you turn around to finally face him. his eyes soften as he sees your puffy eyes from last night.

“no, please stay. i-i don’t mind how long,” he says, his voice with desperation, reaching to grab your hand to reassure you.

“i’m not sure ayana would appreciate me staying in the room she shares with her partner,” you say, hinting at her words from last night. gojo seems taken aback by your words and lets go of your hand, his expression faltering.

“so you think she’d appreciate us kissing?” he retorts, a note of bitterness creeping into his voice.

“i- no. but she is someone you will potentially wed. out of respect for the future princess, we must stop.” with that, gojo’s entire aura shifts. his eyes darken with anger at the mention of marriage. without waiting for his response, you exit the balcony and head towards the front door.

“i explained everything to your parents,” he blurts out, desperation seeping into his tone.

“thank you,” you say softly, a mix of gratitude and sorrow in your voice, as you leave his room.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

as you make yourself look more presentable than you did in gojo’s room, you’re too scared to face your family. you don’t know what gojo said to them, but you assume it’s good.

“hi, dear, we have an important meeting you must attend,” you hear your mother's soft voice from your doorway.

“mother, if this is about last night, i will explain—”

“it is not. satoru enlightened us all, it was just a mere childhood feeling,” she reassures as she walks closer to you. “I deeply regret not hearing your side, but the past is behind us. We must discuss more relevant matters. join me in the drawing room when you're ready.”

tears almost fill your eyes as relief washes over you. finally, your family is hearing you out. you nod as she embraces you with a warm hug before exiting the room, giving you more time to prepare yourself.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

as you make your way toward the drawing room, your nerves intensify. your mother hadn’t given you any details about the meeting, and the presence of more guards than usual, dressed in different-colored uniforms, only heightens your anxiety.

standing close to the drawing room doors, the guards open them to reveal a room filled with your parents, gojo’s parents, and a few unfamiliar faces you noticed at the balcony. the mothers and other women sit on the couches, while the men stand on the other side, deep in discussion.

abruptly, your mother and the queen stand up, acknowledging your presence. “perfect! dear, we have someone who would like to meet you!” your mother says, her voice brimming with excitement. your nerves spike as an unfamiliar woman calls over someone to meet you.

too nervous to turn around, you hear footsteps approaching behind you.

“hello, my beautiful,” a voice says, making time feel as if it has stopped. you turn around to see a tall, broad-shouldered man with slicked-back blonde hair and a single curled strand. his hazel eyes gaze down at you, and you are in complete shock, struggling to respond.

“i- hi,” you manage to say, shamelessly checking him out. he chuckles at your response.

“i’m kento nanami. i’ve heard a lot about you,” he says smoothly. you’re starstruck by his beauty, still struggling to find words. your mother stands beside you, her hands on your shoulders, urging you to act proper.

“he is also a prince—soon to be king,” your mother whispers in your ear, but nanami definitely hears.

“i hope you don’t see me merely as a king. i’m here to leave the weight of royalty and simply be myself,” he says, as your mother apologizes for her rudeness. if anything, his humility makes you more attracted to him.

“well, we shall leave you two alone to get to know each other on a deeper level,” the queen says, and everyone quickly exits. your mother gives you one last look before leaving, reminding you to be on your best behaviour. for what, though?

“ugh, finally the parents have left. i was getting bored of hearing about royal duties and nonsense,” nanami says, exhaling a long-held breath as you both settle on the couches. his boldness stuns you. he doesn’t want to be bombarded with royal duties... hot.

“i wouldn’t know much about royal duties the way you do, kento. i bet our fathers chatted you into boredom,” you say, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

“my father? no, that was my mother’s brother. my father passed years ago from an illness.”

great. he hates me.

“oh my—I-I’m so sorry, your majesty. i truly didn’t know,” you quickly say, but he gives you a warm smile, reassuring you that you simply didn’t know.

“i would also hope that you would address me without honorifics. i’d hope for my soon-to-be wife to call me by my first name.”

what?

“sorry what? wife? no offense, but i don’t know you or anything about any marriage!” you say, heart racing, realizing you were kept out of the loop.

“your parents haven’t told you? they’ve been stressing my family for years that you were waiting to meet me,” he says, very confused. you shift your position on the couch, fully facing him.

“i’ve had a few conversations about marriage but nothing about us... i-i mean i’m definitely not ready,” you say, starting to freak out. he notices and holds your hand, his much larger and radiating warmth.

“i may not understand being left out of important conversations—especially regarding your future,” he says, drawing circles on your hand. “if you are not ready to marry, i will use my royal duties and call it off.” his warm smile makes your heart feel whole. maybe he’s the one for you; he’s patient, kind, and handsome.

“kento I—”

“i will not let you marry her!” you hear as the doors burst open.

this cannot be happening.

you and nanami quickly stand up, startled by gojo’s sudden interruption.

“satoru, you cannot be—”

“get your guards and get the hell out of my estate. you are not welcome here—nor are you welcome to marry her!” gojo yells, angrily walking towards you both. nanami looks at you, just as confused as you are by gojo’s crazed state.

“excuse us, kento. i need to have a talk with him,” you say sternly, grabbing gojo’s arm and leading him out of the drawing room.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

after what felt like an eternity dragging gojo to the library, he stubbornly refused to move. finally, you arrive and shut the door behind you, locking it firmly to ensure privacy.

“what the hell is wrong with you? you can’t act like a child and barge in like that!” you say angrily, turning to face him.

“what is wrong with me? how dare you marry someone you don’t even know!” his glare intensifies, his bright blue eyes darkening with rage. “whoever i choose to wed is not your decision—nor shall it be your problem!” you retort, matching his tone.

“it is my problem—especially if you’re making reckless decisions without my presence,” he yells, causing you to scrunch your face in utter confusion. “you’re seriously unbelievable! i can’t believe it,” you say, slowly putting pieces together.

“why are you so against me being married? it shouldn’t matter to—“

“i cannot bear to lose the one person i’m deathly in love with to another man!”

what?

you look at him, wishing he had never said those words. if anything, you wished for him to torment you than confess his love for you.

“that is not fair—it is not fair and you know that,” you say, walking away from him breathing heavily as you go deeper into the library, with him following you.

“i am madly in love with you—since our childhood—“

“satoru, stop. you do not love me. you’ve been making my life a living hell. my stay here—is beyond hell,” you say as you turn and look at him with teary eyes. “the one time i have a chance at life with a loving man and you—you try to ruin it,” you say.

“would he ever love you the depths that i love you?” he questions, and you're taken aback from his words. “love? do you consider ruining my life, my reputation, humiliating me as ‘love’?”

“that was the only way i could block you out of my head—my feelings, my thoughts. i hated the fact your own parents planned to wed you off during our teenage years! i love you so much i pushed you away!” gojo confesses as you watch him pour out his deep feelings.

“so you simply ignored my feelings all those years? all the torment i endured? you only cared about yourself?”

“do you love me?” he says, ignoring what you said. you stammer at your words as he continues to repeat his words, walking closer to you as you slowly walk backwards.

“you were my first love,” you quietly say as you shake your head, your mind all jumbled up. he smiles at your words that he’s been dying to hear. “but you have proved to me over and over that i am not yours. you cannot say you love someone then treat them like shit!” you say as his smile slowly fades.

“i will marry kento and that is the end,” you say. he looks at you angrily.

“is that really what you want? to be with someone who won’t drive you wild like i do? to live a dull life, lacking the connection we have?” he steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. 

“you know, i could show you just how much i love you. how every night, it’s your face i see, your name i whisper. just one touch, one kiss, and you’d remember why you were mine first.”

you feel your breath hitch as he leans in, his lips almost dangerously close to yours. “i bet he would never know how to make you tremble with a single look, how to make you ache with a single touch.”

before you can respond, his lips crash against yours in a desperate and passionate hunger. his hands find your waist, pulling you close as the kiss deepens, his mouth relentless and demanding.

lust once again takes over your body, igniting a fire as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss more. moans escape into each other’s mouths as you both lose yourselves in the moment. his tongue traces the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you part willingly, tasting the sweetness of desire.

as you two are mindlessly kissing, you stumble backward, gojo’s strong arms steadying you both until you collapse onto a nearby couch. your gown drapes around you, the fabric crumpling as you straddle him, your knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. his hands remain on your waist, gripping possessively, refusing to release you from his embrace.

heat radiates between you, his body pressed against yours, a desperate ache building in the pit of your stomach. the intensity of the moment fuels your movements, his hands are guiding you as you’re shamelessly grinding on his bulge. feeling him throb beneath you.

moans and gasps escape into each other’s mouths, the air thick with tension and desire. your bodies move together instinctively, as if trying to merge into one. 

you break the kiss, your lips parting from his with a soft, lingering resistance. his darkened eyes plead for more, hunger burning in their depths as he leans in again, his lips brushing against yours in a silent plea. but you resist, causing him to whine and pout at your refusal. what a baby.

“i-i will marry kento,” you say, your voice trembling slightly with the intensity of your emotions. it’s a final decision made in the heat of the moment.

gojo leans his head back with a frustrated groan from hearing another man’s name. he releases his hold on your waist as you rise from his lap, smoothing out your gown to look more presentable. his whine of protest goes unheard as you walk away, the sound of your heels against the wooden floor echoing as you walk away.

the tension hangs heavy in the library as you leave him behind—your heart racing, your mind reeling, and the taste of him lingering on your lips.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

you walk through the grand halls, your footsteps echoing softly as you make your way to the garden, seeking a moment to clear your mind from what happened in the library.

as you step into the garden, you notice two figures standing near a fountain. it’s ayana and nanami. ayana is giggling, her hand rubbing against nanami’s arm as she leans in closer to him. she looks up at him with adoring eyes, her laughter bright and flirtatious.

you stop in your tracks, feeling a jealous at the sight. she always finds a way to ruin something.

nanami notices you walking in and turns to gesture you to join them. ayana looks over to see you and scoffs, wrapping her arm possessively around nanami’s as you approach.

“i see you’ve already met ayana,” you say bitterly, shooting a disdainful glance at her.

“met? oh, kenny! you haven’t told her about us!” ayana fake pouts, her tone dripping with insincerity. you look at them in confusion. “who do you think was his stress reliever, hmm?” she confesses, and a pang of jealousy courses through you.

“i’ve told you many times that whatever happened in the past stays in the past, ayana,” nanami says firmly, removing her arms from around him and creating space between them.

“but of course, that was before i met ruru! we’re now happily in love—expecting to be engaged soon,” ayana chirps cheerfully, her words stoking your anger. little does she know what happened a few minutes ago…

“but poor you, would any man truly desire a future with you?” she taunts, walking closer to you, her hand brushing your cheek. you shove her hand away, infuriated by her audacity.

“i intended to announce our engagement at the gala, but we are also planning our marriage,” nanami declares calmly, causing ayana to whirl around in horror. for once, she is speechless, no vile words escaping her lips.

nothing.

“so instead of belittling my wife and your future queen, i’d advise you to show her the respect she deserves,” nanami says in a low, threatening voice. you’re shocked at his words, feeling his soft touch as he takes your hand to lead you out of the garden. not waiting for one of her snarky response.

turning back, you see tears filling ayana’s eyes as she remains frozen in place. seeing her like this brings a small, satisfied smile to your face. but as nanami guides you back into the castle, you notice gojo rushing out of the library towards ayana, her sobs echoing loudly.

you watch as gojo softly comforts her, his actions mirroring those he once showed you. you start to feel enraged at the sight, but your view is cut off as nanami turns a corner, and they disappear from sight.

why am I feeling this way?

[comet-forgot-you]

Hii girlie, I wanted to thank you for feeding us every day🙏🙏 your fics are so good and I really appreciate that you make effort to post everyday(but don't overwork yourself!). I'd also like to ask if you could write anything for Sam Carpenter?? Thank you bb, ur awesome!!💖💖

hurry

sam carpenter x reader

summary: the drummer of your brother's band is hot.

warnings: 18+ pls, smut, thigh grinding, mentions of previous events, fingering, marking, biting (just like once), almost caught but def not, i think thats all lmk if theres more. 

a/n: HEY GUYS DID U MISS ME??? enjoy this one in a million occasion of me writing for someone other than a mikey madison character😱😱 this is my first time writing for sam dont bully me im just a girl. do not repost for any reason.

your brother and his stupid band. the same one that gathered in the garage every saturday and played the same music every time. you usually never minded the music, but you were frustrated. the house was hot, the air conditioner was being worked on and the heat was really starting to get to you.

you were laid on the couch in the living room, stripped down to your sportsbra and shorts hours ago, trying your best to cool yourself down. the glass doors leading to your backyard were wide open, a small breeze flowing in. you didn't understand how they did it. how they practiced in the small, hot garage. it was much hotter in there than it was in the house, opening the garage door hardly helped cool it down.

the sound of the music stopped and a few minutes passed before the door leading to the garage opens and your brother walks out. you sit up slightly, looking over at him as he grabs his keys.

"where you goin'?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"to get a fan, it's hot as fuck in that garage," you brother mumbles, walking back to the garage. "why, need somethin'?" you shake your head, falling back onto the couch. the door closes and you let out a sigh of relief at the quiet house.

the sound of drums interrupt the silence and you can’t help the giddy feeling that washes over you. sam was still here, of course she was. you pull yourself off of the couch and walked towards the garage, eyes landing on her the second you opened the door.

fuck.

she was hot, you knew it, she knew it, but right now? with the way sweat coated her body, her arms on display due to the sleeveless shirt she wore? it forced a wave of heat to pulse through you. her muscles flexed with every beat of the drum, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. she looks up at you, slowly coming to a stop. she pries a headphone out, nodding up at you. "hey," she says loudly. she cringes at the volume of her voice, “sorry, what’s up?”

a smile tugs at your lips. "hey, sam. didn't want to go with my brother?" you ask, stepping into the garage. sam shakes her head, grabbing the almost empty bottle of water sat next to the bass drum.

"nah, already hot as it is, didn't want to sit shoulder to shoulder in his small ass car with all of em'." she pulls her headphone case out, taking her other headphone out before stuffing it back into her pocket. you could feels sam’s eyes on you as you move to stand next to her, head tilting slightly as you look over the drums.

"want me to teach you how to play?" she asks. you down at her, biting the inside of your lip.

"sure," you mumble, taking the sticks she offered you. you stood awkwardly next to her, waiting for her to get up, but her hands find their way around your hips, pulling you to sit down on her lap. she holds onto the backs of your hands, moving them to beat against the drums softly.

her breath is hot against your neck as she whispers instructions. you try to listen, you really do, but the way her hands hold onto you, the way you can feel her chest flush against your back, it was so fucking distracting.

sam shows you how to play a small piece before she lets go of your hands completely. you miss it almost immediately. she bounces her leg slightly in an attempt to get you to repeat the motions she had just showed you, but the feeling of her thigh pressing into your clothed cunt has you surpressing a whine. you shakily reach out to beat against the drums, repeating what sam had just showed you.

"yeah, just like that," she mumbles. she holds onto your hips, the feeling driving you insane. her leg bounces against your cunt so nicely with every beat against the bass drum. you're overwhelmed, the feeling of her pressed against you, the way she unknowingly pressed into your cunt so perfectly, it was all so much and so so fucking good.

"fuck," you let out a quiet whine as sam's leg grinds against your cunt again. you lean back against the girl, drum sticks gripped tightly in your hands, your head resting on her shoulder. sam's arms move to wrap around your waist, a fake look of worry plastered on her face.

"you okay?" she asks.

you roll your hips against her thigh. "don't act innocent, sammy," you whine. sam traces her fingers across the exposed skin of your stomach. “you know what you’re doin’," you mumble. sam smiles, finger dipping into your waistband before pulling it back to let it smack against your skin. you arch into her touch, drumsticks falling to the ground.

“can’t help it, you look so pretty.” you pry her hands from around your waist before turning in her lap. a small smile paints her lips as she looks up at you, eyes blown with lust. her hands find their place on your hips again, yours holding her shoulders for support.

seconds pass before your lips are pressed against each other, sam guiding your hips to grind down on her thigh. quiet moans fall from your lips and sam’s quick to take advantage, pushing her tongue into your mouth. your hands tangle into her hair, tugging lightly to separate the two of you.

“need y’so bad, sam,” you mumble against the skin of her jaw. sam’s grip on your hips tightens ever so slightly when you suck a deep mark in her neck.

“your brothers gonna see that,” she mumbles in, pushing her hand into your shorts. “he probably saw the last ones, too,” you groan, memories of sam’s head buried between your thighs flashing through your head.

“shut up,” you whine, pulling away from her ever so slightly. “living room, need you so bad, please?” sam lets out a quiet groan, nodding her head. you smile, taking her hand into yours as you pull her into the cooler house.

you can barely make it to the couch, sam’s hands wandering all over your body. you push the brunette onto the couch, straddling her lap almost immediately. sam’s lips trails up and down your neck, pausing every once in a while to suck marks into your skin. she pushes a hand into your shorts and you quick to grind down against it, needy moans falling from your lips.

sam rubs your clothed clit, “just fuck me already, sammy, need it.” sam pulls your underwear to the side, swiping a finger through your soaked folds.

“fuck,” she groans. her hand holding your hip moving to wrap around your waist. “so wet, all for me?” you nod frantically, needy moans falling from your lips when sam prods your entrance with her fingers.

“yeah, all for you, promise. js’,” you pause for a moment, bucking your hips into her hand, “please.”

sam sinks two fingers into your cunt, curling them slowly, before pulling out completely, spreading your wetness to your clit. you let out quiet whimpers at the stimulation, her fingers gently teasing your pulsing clit. you call her name in a quiet whisper. its a plead you can’t help but let out. her actions send waves of heat surging throughout your body.

“hmm?” she hums against the skin of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to her as her fingers sink back into your cunt. she’s gentle despite the aggression she took out on her drums mere minutes before.

she thrusts her fingers into you rhythmically, curling them to hit the spot that has you biting your lip to suppress the noises that threaten to slip out. sam’s free hand moves to cradle your haw, thumb tugging at your lip. she tsks, “none of that, you wanted me, let me hear you.” the demanding tone in her voice draws a whine from you. sam’s thumb grazes your clit and your hips jerk at the feeling.

its not long before you’re teetering on the edge of your orgasm, sam’s thumb rubbing tight circles around your clit, finger’s pumping in and out of your dripping cunt so deliciously. the sound of your brother’s car has you whining against her neck, “better hurry up before they come in. wouldn’t want them seein’, hmm?” you let out a loud moan, biting her shoulder in an attempt to keep yourself quiet. sam lets out a hiss at the feeling. “unless thats what you wanted. wanted em’ to see you all slutted out for me.”

“no! no, please, fuck, no don’t want em’,” your sentence is cut off when sam’s fingers curl into you.

“come on then, cum for me,” she mumbles. your orgasm hits you seconds later, loud moans muffled in her neck. same pulls out of you, bring her fingers up to her mouth and licking them clean. the motion has you stifling a moan that threatens to escape. the sound of the large garage door opening has you pushing yourself off of sam’s lap, still struggling to catch your breath.

“go,” you mumble, cheeks warm from your previous activities. sam doesn’t move, her lips twitched up into a teasing smirk.

“why? don’t want em’ to see how much of a slut you are for me?” you roll your eyes, heat building in your core.

“shut up, sam. go.” sam smiles, pushing herself off of the couch.

“same time next week?” she jokes, walking back to the garage. you roll your eyes at her, a soft smile etching its way onto your lips.

“idiot,” you mumble beneath your breath.

reblogs much appreciated :D

[moonrisecoeur]

Ur the best sub Leon writer soooo… idk if you seen these but ppl treat las plagas parasite as sex pollen 😭 and I’m so here for it. Concept : re4 leon infected by the parasite OK but he starts out very agressive but ofc he’s a sub so he does whatever reader wants in order to yk… achieve the goal of the parasite (breeding 😔 who said that? Not me) And pls make the reader mean, I love mean femdoms sm, they are chefs kiss. If you need more clarification post it I’ll send another one idk but I’m just seeing what YOU come up with. LOVE UR WRITING btw I love how it’s pretty in character tbh cuz I read ur bully Leon one and I was like “yeah fr like he’s too caring to be a bully 💀”

OMG WAIT MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ADD: you said smth so mean to him that he came too early. He was so sorry for coming early and the mess he made in you But then he continued to keep going trying to pump more- OK SORRY

the BEST?? idk about that but i shall take ur compliment and deliver to you only my best work so thank u bestie i appreciate it sm !! ^-^

las plagas is crazy cuz like the black veins, the loss of control with your physical body, the pain it causes… that’s literally so hot. leon was so fuckable all of re4 but especially in the scenes where his body is being controlled that man is SCRUMPTIOUS

also just so you know. the veins on his dick are black as well ♡

no pronouns mentioned, afab parts mentioned, plaga leon has to be a top im sorry (technically in straight relationships men are always topping unless u count pegging BUT in this context i mean he’s a top more like ‘he’s a sub but he’ll fuck u stupid’ like that’s the vibe)

you spot his blonde hair from across the hall, running over to him excitedly. thank god you found him.

“leon!” you call out, grabbing the attention of the man in question, as you catch up to him. finally finding him in this nightmarish place after getting separated was the best thing possible, “holy crap, i’m so- i’m so glad you’re okay— woah, what… what happened to you?”

he takes a cautious step back, still seemingly holding a little bit of control over his body, “they said it was a gift in my…. my blood… don’t know what the fuck that was about..”

you take a step forward, reaching out your hand to touch his face, fingers tracing the black lines that were once veins invisible to the naked eye. but he stops you, his hand roughly grabbing your wrist, “don’t.”

“don’t… what?” you ask nervously, shoulders slumped.

“you need to… stay away from me,” he groans from pain, and you’re too worried to listen to his words, “stop, get away from me, you— i could hurt you! i don’t want to hurt you…”

but you don’t listen to him, betraying his wishes by shaking off his grip and reaching your hand out again. he can’t try to stop you this time. he moans, actually moans, when your fingertips touch his face, caressing him softly.

“really? it’s that good?” you ask with a small smirk on your face. leon thinks he could die.

“f-fuck…” he mumbles, finally coming closer to you. his hands wrap around your waist as he leans in for a kiss that you’re not ready for, and you both stumble backwards while you try to ground yourself.

he’s getting rough, aggressive, and you need to push back a little or else he’ll consume you entirely. not that you’d mind.

“leon, ease up,” you whisper, pushing him back slightly, and when a growl escapes his throat, you know he’s clearly not in any state to listen, “leon.”

he annoyedly makes eye contact with you, trying his best to listen to what you’re about to say. he is trying, and that’s the worst part. this is him at his most gentle, most restrained.

“you need to listen to me, okay? can you do that?” you ask softly, hand against his chest to keep him from diving too deep into you, and pressing a kiss to his lips. it’s softer. he moans into your mouth needily, but you don’t let him get rough. instead you sweetly get the taste of him. sure, it’s not a delicious taste, but he’s a delicious experience.

you enjoy the way he’s trying so intensely to control and contain himself, for your sake. he knows what you want from him is not his full fledged desires out in the open, completely unchecked.

when you pull away, he looks wrecked already, “please, you can’t do this to me, not if you’re just going to walk away and leave me desperate.”

part of you wants to reassure him. i’m not going to leave you. i would never abandon you when you need me most. but the other part just wants to ravage him, take all of him for yourself, leave nothing of him left but the perfection you’ve created. perfection in your eyes. maybe he’s not the only one infected with some kind of tainted desire.

instead, to accomplish both, you kiss him again, letting your own intensity and desire take over, potentially overpowering his. he whimpers, his shaky hands holding your hips for stability. he’s not being grossly possessive and rough like before. he’s softer now, pliable.

when you pull away, you whisper, “we need to get somewhere safe.”

“wha… what?”

“i need to take my time with you, and we’re not safe out in the open like this…” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to that sweet spot right below his ear. it’s so cute how truly weak leon is right now. sure, that’s always been his weakness, but it’s elevated multiple times over by this parasite in his blood. you have half the mind to thank that weird cult.

when you find a safe room, you’re immediately back on him, pushing him against the wall, enjoying the way he whimpers as you kiss him, his need for you multiplying by the minute.

“please, please, i need you, i need you so fucking bad, please, i need to take you, need to make you mine, need to—”

“shut up,” you groan, fingers roughly grabbing his jaw, pushing his head back and away from you, “you’re going to be good, or you won’t get what you want. i don’t care how badly you fucking need me, you’re going to be patient. you’re going to be nice and obedient or you’ll get nothing from me. and that little parasite inside of you is horrified at the idea that you won’t get to fuck my pretty pussy, hm?”

he looks pathetic, moaning like a whore at just some words, but it’s the way you say them, the way you say them, that kills him. he eventually calms himself down enough to nod with his eyes shut tightly, “i’ll do whatever you say. you know that.”

“lay down on the floor,” you command, almost growling back at him, and he opens his eyes in surprise.

“what?”

“you heard me. on the ground, beneath me, right now, leon,” your eyes narrow at him, enjoying the way he weakly sinks to his knees before sitting down completely and laying back.

“like this..?” he asks, confused. he doesn’t know what’s about to happen, and that excites him immensely.

you take off your belt with all your utility tools and your jeans along with it. then finally, your underwear. he looks up at you with wide, delicious eyes.

he asks so sweetly, even though he knows the answer, “are you… are you gonna make me..?”

“yeah, you are. i’m going to sit down on your pretty, pretty face and you’re going to enjoy every second of being beneath me, where you belong, servicing me, and making me cum.”

his heart skips a beat at the thought of belonging beneath you, “yeah, fuck, okay—”

“—and you’re not going to fucking talk until i cum, got it?”

he nods, and once you sit down upon your throne, he gets right to work. he laps up the fluids of your cunt like a dog, working tirelessly, sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you. this is his place. he deserves nothing more than to be here with you, caving to your every desire even if all of his thoughts include breeding you and getting you pregnant with his babies. he’d do anything you asked if he could just have that.

he’d be at your service, at your mercy, until you chose to give him what he wanted.

but he makes you cum so fucking hard that it’s impossible to not give him what he wants, especially when rough hands grab onto your thighs as you’re cumming and he’s still giving you the head of your life through your orgasm. he grabs you just to stabilize you, but also to be possessive.

he can’t help how bad he’s gotten about jealousy and possessiveness with this parasite. he’s never been the jealous boyfriend, knowing you could hold your own and you’re loyal and stuff, but something about the way he looks at you now is different. it’s deep and primal. he looks at you like he needs to have you, and no one else can.

it’s insanely hot, but it’s also inconceivable how uncontrollable those urges are. leon has good self control, and you notice it in how he’s acting. again, this is him at his most restrained. he’s trying to keep himself from pouncing on you, taking everything he wants from you because he knows you don’t want that.

somewhere deep inside of him, he’s still himself, still that awkward and dorky guy that just wants to love you and give you everything you want. you wouldn’t want that.

when you roll off of him, laying down next to him to give yourself a moment to recover, you press a kiss to his shoulder, a sign that it’s an act, your harshness isn’t real. he returns the gesture by kissing the top of your head. a sign that he acknowledges your motives.

“please,” he whimpers suddenly, startling you out of your daze as his hand caresses your back softly, “i’ll let you control everything, you can do whatever you want with me, but fucking please, i’m so desperate to put my cock inside of your pussy, baby. i can’t think straight, and i’m trying so damn hard to control myself but i won’t be able to much longer…”

“yeah? you wanna put your cock inside of me? feel it throb inside the wetness and warmth of my cunt, fill me up with—”

he cuts you off with a loud moan, his hands grasping onto you and his eyes shutting tightly at the thought of such pleasure. he looks wrecked at the mere mention of cumming inside of you. you obviously have to capitalize on this fact.

“oh? so it’s the filling me up part, isn’t it? the ‘gift’ you have makes you really want to cum inside me, hm?” you say, smirking cruelly at him, watching his resolve crumble as he moans shamelessly, “do you want… breed me, leon?”

he gasps, breathing heavily. he’s incredibly wound up, and now you know the real reason he’s insatiable and uncontrollable, “f-fuck, i— it’s not that i want to, it’s that i need to… i need to fuck you and breed you so damn bad, i—”

you cover his mouth with the palm of your hand, enjoying the way he groan in pleasure when you straddle him. god, he’s not even inside of you, but he looks fucked out. he looks he’s about to burst already.

“god, you’re so fucking desperate,” you mumble to him, leaning in closer to whisper to him despite having him muzzled with your hand. not that he’d ever hurt you, he would never even imagine it, “you’re going to fuck me stupid, okay? you’re going to fuck me until my legs go numb and i can’t feel anything but you… and only when i tell you you can, you’ll breed me, fuck your cum even deeper into me and not let any of it escape. understood?”

he breathes shakily, not responding. obviously you forgot you have your hand over his mouth. when you take it off, he nervously says, “got it. i’ll… i’ll be good. i’ll make you feel so good.”

your voice is dark, cruel, full of malicious intent, “you fucking better, or i won’t let you cum. you’ll get to fuck me, sure, but i won’t ever give you the satisfying orgasm your body is desperately aching for. you won’t get to fill me up, and all you’ll have left to fuck for your little orgasm is your hand.”

his heart aches. the idea of disappointing you makes him feel a physical pit of nervousness in his stomach, the same ones he felt when he was more like himself. he just wants to feel like himself again.

“g-got it,” he whimpers. you get off of him, and he’s got you pinned immediately, gently resting you against the ground he was previously laying on. the image of you beneath him has him breathless. he feels like he’s worshipping a god with every move he makes.

he slides his cock into you, groaning at how easy it is, how wet you are. he bottoms out almost immediately, enjoying the way your body wraps around him in almost every sense. he silently adores you. he loves that you want him, crave him just like he craves you. that underneath all of your dominance, you’re his lover too.

fuck, he’s starting to feel possessive again. he beings to thrust into you, his body moving faster than either of you can handle, but you keep your cool better than he does.

“don’t let yourself start to think you’re in control,” you murmur, leaning up to press your lips to his shoulder, baring your teeth but not hard enough to draw blood. just enough to remind him of his place, “you belong to me. not the other way around, got it?” you growl into his ear.

he can’t even respond, too enraptured by your body and the feeling of your control over him leaving him a shuddering mess.

and you can’t even deny it. he’s putting in the work, thumb playing your with your clit just like how he knows you like, and clearly he’s getting the results he’s looking for. his body comes closer to the edge sooner than he’d like, but he tries to stave it off, for your sake.

still leaning into him, you whisper in your darkest voice, “maybe i should leave you like this, so you can stay this desperate… for me. i would try and cure you, but… not sure if i really care anymore.”

he shudders, voice giving out on him as he tries to plead with you. he cums without warning, obviously his body did it without the consent and go-ahead of his conscious mind. he already looks embarrassed at cumming without your permission. you don’t really have the mind to care right now, but you remember it for.. later.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck, leon, give it to me, give in to your cravings, your desires, your needs,” you moan in his ear, desperate for him, only him, and he’s yours, he’s all yours, it’s all he’s ever been and all he’ll ever be. he keep fucking you even after cumming, keeping you filled up, pushing it deeper, “make me yours.”

and he has no choice but to comply.

[jistagrams]

who lasted the longest during nnn (no nut november) riize edition

bf!riize x afab!reader

warnings: suggestive, slight smut, pet names, soft dom! / hard!dom type shit for them all🤭🤭, eunseok calls u whore & slut, oral (both r receiving) , degradation if u squint, praising, fluff, lmk if I missed any

shotaro: 26 days

shotaro def tried to last longer than anyone in riize, only cus he has control and him being so busy with his schedule he didn’t have much time to see you or even get off by himself 😭, but once he saw you he literally went batshit crazy. like YOU in THAT outfit? he couldn’t take it anymore, had to have you right in that second.

“taro calm down..” you whined underneath him, “cant, fuck” one hand gripping onto your waist as the other rubbed your clit deliciously, throwing out compliments. “you take me so good you know that? shit, baby stop clenching, m’ gon-“ he moaned loudly as he came, falling down onto you. twitching slightly.

eunseok: 23 days

he was doing so good, keeping himself busy with his schedule like shotaro and hanging out with friends, shit he even made fun of his friends who lost during the first few weeks, he was excited to see you on thanksgiving since it’s been so long, thinking it would be a cute and adorable reunion. but oh was he so wrong. He didn’t expect to have his dick down your throat in his childhood room.

“such a fucking slut, just wants my dick in you at all times.” he grunted out as he held you down on it, gripping onto your hair with both hands to fuck your throat, tears fell down as he laughed slightly. “whore.” He grumbled while throwing his head back and letting go of your hair to let you do the rest of the work.

sungchan: 10 days

yeah, ten days, during those 10 days he was acting all cocky and laughing at his friends who lost before him, saying how they can’t keep it in their pants, meanwhile the whole time he was fighting DEMONS to keep his in his pants. kinda hard to when he lives with his wonderful partner, who just so happened to not be participating in nnn, (And who also didn’t want him to participate..)

“sungieeee~” you cooed while getting in his lap, he looked at you confused, “what’s up baby?” He held your hips almost immediately when you plopped down onto him, just great, just exactly what he needed. you started to grind on him softly, his eyes went wide as you placed your arms around his neck. “yn.. did you forget?” he sighed softly, the feeling was too good to stop you, “you don’t even win anything out of this” you whined quietly. he threw his head back, perfect to kiss his neck. “maybe I could lose just this once”

wonbin: 3 days

reason he only lasted 3 days was cause of you and the way you were acting, he was getting too cocky during October saying “oh ima win nnn for sure, bet u won’t even last a minute” and so on and so on, so you decided to test him, see if he could really pass nnn. It started off with small touches, small pecks that weren’t really small pecks instead they were long makeout sessions leaving him after touching him like you were deprived. This kept going till he couldn’t handle it anymore,

“think it’s cute to tease me?” he laughed softly as he slid two fingers in, setting a fast pace already. “bin, need you” you begged him as you held onto the hand that was between your thighs, he scoffs at your begging and goes faster than the original pace, “think im gonna reward you with my dick after all your teasing? your funny”

seunghan: 0 days

bro didn’t even get to start it, was already fucking on Halloween, definitely was the member in riize that was getting bullied for not even lasting a day.

“slow down fuck seung” you gasped, gripping onto his hair, “gon fuck you into the next day, yeah? you would like that wouldn’t you?” he laughed while putting your legs up to your chest, “your gunna fail nnn already” you let a breathy chuckle out whole pointing to clock next to the bed, “don’t care, at least I can do this everyday”

sohee: 4 days

idk I feel like he wouldn’t even try to participate, his sex drive isn’t just isn’t as crazy as most people, he could probably go like 5 days max without sex but you on the other hand? you always want him, any type of way. so obviously you were the one to break his “streak”

“your so needy baby” he cooed while kissing your face, holding your hand as he slid in, “can’t help it” you whined softly, tightening your grip on his hand. “your too handsome, makes me want you” he blushed and giggled at your word, he gets so geeked when you call him handsome <3

anton: 30 days

he took this sersiously guys, told you and himself that if he lost he was gonna leave riize. Said he didn’t wanna be teased for losing so he took the long measures to win, this means he literally avoided you like the bubonic plague. Oh you wanted to kiss him? Sure but nothing more than a peck, You wanted a hug? a small side hug will do, you were needy? Well…he could make some arrangements, can’t let his baby suffer like him <3

“you sure you don’t want anything in return?” you asked him, holding the hand in between your legs, softly rubbing his head with your other hand. “cant lose baby” he replied. “not even getting anything out of it” you mumbled, “uh yeah, satisfaction of winning” he spoke like it was obvious.

[lovebugism]

punchy x steve with "Why aren't we making out yet? We're 5 minutes into an argument, 5 minutes! Goodness."

thank u for requesting! :D — steve gets angry with you sometimes, but he'll never turn down an opportunity to kiss you (punchy/steve universe, angst-ish, mostly fluff, 0.8k)

blurbcember ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

He’s so cute.

Yeah, he’s mad at you and everything, but you can’t get over how adorable he looks.

His scruffy jaw is clenched tight, and there’s a subtle furrow between his bushy brows, and his pink lips are gently pouted. His honey eyes are twinkling too — with anger, maybe, but they’re twinkling at you nonetheless.

With his sweatshirt pushed up to his elbows and his hands on his hips, how are you supposed to do anything but melt for him?

“Okay, Steve,” you huff, interjecting his longwinded rant. You cross your arms over your chest and sink further into the couch while he paces ahead of you. “I know you’re pissed at me, but—”

“Oh, that doesn’t even start to describe it,” he scoffs. His laugh verges on bitter.

“I know that.”

“I mean— I have no words.”

“Is that why you haven’t stopped bitching at me since we got home?”

He stops his pacing to gape at you. “Bitching at you?” he repeats with an incredulous gape on his pretty face. “Seriously? That’s what you think this is?”

You sigh at yourself and drop your head to the back of the couch. You don’t know how to stop saying the wrong thing. You just want him to be upset with you and be done with it, ‘cause if he doesn’t kiss you stupid soon, you’re scared you might die.

“I didn’t do anything wrong— I don’t know what you want from me!”

His brows pinch together. His pretty face swirls with hurt. 

You shrink under the suffocating weight of his obvious heartache. 

“This stuff is really important to me, babe,” Steve tells you softly, voice light and nearly breaking. “And it’s like you’re just shitting all over it.”

“Well, I’m sorry I don’t wanna spend my Friday night with everyone who bullied me in high school.”

“Oh, don’t play that card,” he scoffs bitterly. 

You feel the weight of his words in your chest. Like he’s taken your heart between his fingers and squeezed all the life out of it. You try not to let it hurt you. His insensitivity isn’t your fault. 

“This isn’t about them, alright? It’s a big deal for me, but you’re deciding your pride is more important.”

You huff like a dramatic teenager.

Steve laughs in response, but there’s little emotion behind it. “What? Am I annoying you now?”

“Can you just kiss me?” you blurt before you mean to.

He falters. Your plea comes out of left field, makes him forget to be angry at you for a blink of a second. “...What?”

“You can keep yelling at me after, I promise. I just wanna kiss,” you confess, features soft and squishy around the edges — filled with adoration. Your eyes sparkle when they blink up at him, with the hope that he might give in and give you the loving you need.

Steve still wants to be mad at you. He’s too stubborn for anything else. You make it real hard, but he tries to be proud about it anyway. “Why?” he presses and crosses two golden arms over his chest.

“‘Cause we’ve been arguing for five whole minutes, and we aren’t making it out yet,” you answer, voice as soft and sheepish as a child’s. You pick at the fuzz of your sweater and try hard to meet his gaze. “I think it’s gotta be some kinda record at this point.”

Steve doesn’t know how to do anything but be obsessed with you. From the arches of your eyelids, to the base of your neck, to the pudge of your tummy, to the chipped polish on your toes. Your beauty bewitches him. Surely, you must be some kind of witch.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, you know that?”

You beam up at him, smiling so hard that it makes it hard to kiss him back. He leans down and props his weight on two hands along the back of the couch, one on either side of you. You tilt your head back in wait for his mouth. 

Steve gives you one fleeting peck — a subtle smacking of his lips to yours that he plans to tease you with after. He’ll pull back, and you’ll pout about it. “One more, Stevie, pleaseee?” you’ll drag out in that pretty voice of yours. And he’ll give you one, but only after hearing you beg a little bit more.

He ends up being the needier one, which maybe shouldn’t surprise him. One peck quickly turns into another. Then a third, lingering and languid thing after he hopelessly melts into you.

You’re the one that ultimately pulls back, lips shining and obviously well-kissed. His knees shake when you smile at him. “Okay. You can go back to being mad at me now.”

Steve shakes his head immediately. 

His tongue darts out to swipe along his rosy bottom lip. His eyes dart from your glimmering gaze to your rose-petaled mouth. “I can be mad at you later,” he insists, the warm breath of his softly spoken words brushing your chin. “Now, I just wanna kiss the life outta you.”

[aliidarling]

first time requesting 😋😋

But i went through all your danny ones bro please i luv how crazy you make him.

I would like a wesker one, smuttiest thing you could think of 😫🙏🙏 Yk how sable has the new swimsuit cosmetic? Basically Mc/reader? (idk how you would describe) Runs into wesker in their cute bathing suit 😼 pls abd thanks for being my source of entertainment at 5 am

HAHAH thank you so muchhh!!! i try to make danny as canon-like as i can :)) ive never done wesker before but i can just for u😝

i’m not very educated on wesker lore, i’ve only played re2,3,4,6,& 7 which is basically the games without him 💀 so excuse me if i don’t write him that well! but i love dbd/stars wesker 🤗

the beach

ALBERT WESKER x fem!reader

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable!!

summary; you’re spawned into the trial wearing a cute swimsuit and albert likes it veryyy much!

warnings; pervy wesker, dub con kinda, fingering, mean weaker, male masturbation, fist fucking, no penetration but he cums on your pussy :3

from the moment you spawned into the trial, you felt the cold air brush against parts of your body it should not be available to. why could you feel the wind blowing against your ass? this had to be some sick joke.

it was like the entity was laughing at you. you looked down at your body to be met with the sight of a cute little bikini— a pink plaid set with strawberries littered over the two thin piece of clothing. the tiny straps holding up the bikini were flimsy and tied into little bows at each side of your hips with two matching ones at your shoulders.

this couldn’t get any worse, you thought.

you were thankful to spawn alongside your fellow girlfriends, feng-min, yui, and claire. all their eyes immediately cast to your outfit, feng-mins cheeks going pink as she gasped softly.

“oh! you must be so cold—“ she says immediately, scooting closer to shamelessly ogle your breasts. you blush and push her away with a playful grumble.

“let’s just get started on those generators..”

you all find the nearest generator and quickly get to work, fingers fiddling with the wires. a few times you accidentally get sparked by it but never bad enough that it causes an explosion. you’re on your highest alert, hoping the killer is one of those mindless monsters instead of the human ones, like ghostface or the legion. the mastermind probably wouldn’t even bat an eye at you, he’s so stuck up his own ass he probably isn’t even into others.

after a short minute of you all working together, the generator finally pops and the bright light begins to shine, alerting the killer of your location. it doesn’t even take five seconds for the chase music to begin, the loud heart beat taunting you.

it was as if the entity was making fun of you today, bullying you relentlessly. you wondered if she was sitting in the clouds eating popcorn, giggling at your facial expression dropping once you saw the mastermind scanning his surroundings.

once his eyes set on you, you immediately yelled at the girls to run and work on the other generators. you’ll loop him for as long as you can, you told them. you don’t have much time to react before the blonde man lunges at you harshly from afar, missing you by a few inches. you rush off to the side and break out into a sprint towards a jungle gym.

“don’t waste my time, deary. you’re wearing a slutty swim suit, you think you’ll last before it gets caught on a twig?” he mocks, his deep voice making you shiver. you hug yourself at his words, scowling as you run around a pallet with him, trying to greed the pallet.

“don’t be a pervert!” you scold, running pass the pallet to trick him, only to double back and drop it on his face last second once he’s standing close enough. a guttural groan is heard from him as he stumbles back, his sunglasses falling off his face. he glares at you.

the few seconds he’s caught off guard your eyes graze over his figure, admiring his rare outfit. it was a uniform of some sort, blue button up with a tactical vest and black slacks. his sleeves were cuffed and tugged up to the crook of his elbow, showing his veiny fore arms and expensive looking wrist watch. you could bet it had a dozen cracks on it by now.

“you haven’t gotten laid in what, months? years? no wonder you’re so uptight!” you yell. “maybe some pussy would do you a favor!” you shriek, still feeling a little offended over his comment on how slutty you looked. as if you had a choice wearing this!

“you’ll regret those words.” he hisses, lunging towards you and managing to grasp ahold of your body, throwing you over his shoulder roughly. you squeal, thrashing around as he starts to lead you to the secluded basement. great, you had really pissed him off.

you’re caught by surprise when he throws you onto the cold floor without any care, a small yelp leaving your throat as you try to stand up. he immediately pushes down on your back with his foot, crushing you into the floor. he grinds his boot into your soft skin, admiring how much of your body was revealed by the flimsy bikini.

“did you anger the entity, darling? no wonder she cursed you with such a scandalous outfit, your frustrating personality must of done what it always does.” he mocks, feeling his pants tighten at the sight of you on the floor under his boot, your pretty skin dirty.

“oh, fuck you! you’re so god damn annoying i swear to—“ you start, getting interrupted when you suddenly feel his boot shove itself between your thighs, rubbing down against your bikini bottom. you squeak, your body jolting at the unexpected friction.

“what? what’s wrong?” he coo’d, a cocky grin on his stupidly handsome face, his sunglasses hiding his eyes. he grinds his boot against your clothed pussy, relishing in the noises you suppressed. he could hear the small gasp leaving your system.

“you pervert, get your boot off my..” you whimper, voice cracking. you blink in surprise as he kneels down behind you, admiring your body from his angle. your butt was pretty much in his face, in your hands and knees. you gulped hard, feeling humiliated. and slightly aroused.

“what? what’d you say?” he tchs, large fingers tugging at the straps that hold your bikini together, the little bow threatening to give out. one little pull of his fingers and your bare butt and pussy would be on display for him.

soon enough he pulls on the thin strap and it falls off your hips, discarding onto the floor. you gasp as the cold air brushes against you, clenching down subconsciously.

“i hate you.” you whimper, pouting as he runs his fingers over your glistening pussy, his other rustling within his clothes. you heard wrinkling and the unzipping of his slacks.

he pulls his half hard-on out, pre cum dripping off the firm tip. he was extremely turned on by the sight of you bent over with your butt in the air line a dog, pouty lips and flushed cheeks. you looked so adorable.

“shut your lips and stay quiet. i can’t have anyone seeing me with you.” he spits out your name like you were a disgrace to be upon his tongue and you can’t help but feel a little offended. you weren’t that bad of a person!

“what is that supposed to mean?!” you gawk at him, pressing your lips together once he swats at your butt, silencing you. you go back to looking down at the basement floor as he smoothly slides two of his glove-clad fingers into your hole, watching how you take him in perfectly. it was a small squeeze but he manages, his other hand wrapping around his cock to lazily pump.

the precum drips down his cock onto his hand, a husky moan leaving his throat as his head leans back, bathing in the pleasure of the little fantasy he has in his head— fucking your tight pussy. but he knows he can’t achieve that, not here, that is. maybe another day. and he didn’t want you to know how damn desperate he was to be inside you, rutting against your butt like a’ animal in heat. he’d rather die then let you see him in such a submissive and vulnerable state, pussy drunk.

“cum for me, dearest.” he rasps, fingering you harder and deeper in attempts to push you over the edge. your orgasm takes you by surprise as he grinds hard against a very deep part of you, making you bite down to conceal your shriveled up scream. white flashes in your eye sight and you go limp, face down with your ass hanging in the air, cum dripping down your soft thighs and onto the cold concrete floor.

he pulls away with a gasp, focusing on fisting his cock now. he clenches his fist and slides it up and down at a rough pace, low deep noises leaving his throat. he positions his head right at your entrance, giving himself a few last pumps. he shoots out his load— aiming for your pretty hole, mixing his fluids with yours.

“ooh, that’s a pretty sight, doll.” he croons, panting. he fixes up his pants, watching how you lay on the floor like a dumb puppy, catching your own breath after that hard fingering he gave you.

“don’t be pathetic, dear. i didn’t even go that hard.” he scoffs, standing up to his full height, towering over you. he gives you a nasty stink eye before walking off, leaving you in your glory on the ground with your bikini by your side.

[lowkeyremi]

Shinso Hitoshi x implied fem!reader- HCS drabble (sfw)

lil note: even though the hcs are sfw i still wanna age shinso up bc 20+ shinso sounds so hot

Content: fluff, establish relationship, sleep... lots of sleep, not proofread bc im lazy

-Shinso on face time is one kind of person: the one who's camera is faced toward their ceiling and he barely responds to what you say

"it wasn't even my fault, do you get it?" you ask your boyfriend over the phone. he's currently listening to you bitch about this girl that you don't like. ".... mhm" you bring your phone right up to your face, "toshi are you even listening?" he shuffles for a second and you see a tuft of purple hair, "yeah" he watches as you set your phone back down onto the dresser it was formerly on, "good"

-Something tells me he texts like this "wsp bby" or "wyd"

-When he does have the energy its maxed, there's no in between. there's sleepy idgaf shinso then there's "AHABAHOUSAHODHOUH" shinso

"what the hell are you doing?" hitoshi is currently waving his arms around like he's crazy or something. "i'm trying that dance you were teaching me the other day." ... "it looked nothing like that." he runs toward your bed and tackles you, "what the h, man? are you hating on my dancing??" the small giggle that escapes your lips lets him know everything, "yes. yes i am."

-He was super insecure when u started dating. he was always telling you how you deserve better than him :((

-His place always smells so good, seems like a candle guy

"Ooooo, is that the sugar cookie wax melt?" Without bothering to look up at you he nods his head softly. "You like that one." It warms your heart that he goes out of his way to get your fav scent

-SPEAKING OF SCENTS i might be biased but he smells so good. not like the earthy kinda scent some guys go for. he smells sweet like vanilla and lavender or cinnamon.

-HATES when you take pictures of him (he's okay with it if you're in them but he hates pics of himself) you have to cutest ones too. when he's sleep, when he's cuddling you, and sometimes you record his reaction to goofy shit you buy him

-he can fall asleep absolutely any where.

"Hitoshi, I got the snacks you wan-" Shinso's hood is over his head and he's sleeping on the bench outside of the corner store. "I was only in there for like two minutes..." You shake him violently because it's the only way to wake him. "huh?" he slowly opens those beautiful purple eyes, "come on toshi, let's go."

-I just know he snores, and it's not the obnoxious loud kind, more like white noise ik this aint abt shota but he definitly snores too

Hitoshi doesn't believe he snores, even though you've told him countless times he does. You've decided to record him tonight just to prove that you were right. His soft snores can be heard even with his comforter covering his head..

-Type of boyfriend to tease/"bully" you but if his friends tried to do it he'd get mad

-claims he's the best cook and he can only make scrambled eggs and rice

-he's 100% a small time gamer/streamer and his fans love you, cuz they'll see you bring him tea/water or some food and kiss his forehead and such

"Need anything else, before I go lay down?" He leans into your touch, "nah. thank you pretty." you kiss his forehead, "of course, you need to stay hydrated."

[thechaoticplayer]

Luca smut omg- bratty reader and brat tamer luca 🛐 jsbsjdbjshs i can't stop thinking about it

author's note: JEJEHDIEDHEI 😩😩😩 BRAT TAMER LUCA... TY ANON BC IM A BRAT MYSELF AND OMLLLLLL YES JUST. YES. Also mad shorter than expected but what can I sayyyy

Summary: Brat Tamer Luca has to put your bratty ass into place for all the shit you've been doing to him <3

Contains: FILTHY FILTHY DIRTY SMUT. LUCA KANESHIRO X READER. eatablished relationship, degrading, Luca bullying you and being extremely rough but that's ok bc hes such a daddy, my phone being on 19% and forcing it to work like Luca is with u fr

Mdni or not idgaf

Being the mafia boss's boyfriend came with a shit ton of perks: no one could say anything to you (you can't do this or you're not allowed to do that), you could do basically whatever the hell you want without repercussions, and Luca Kaneshiro spoiled you to death. It wouldn't have come as a surprise if you turned into a brat because of it.

And here you are, whining because your boyfriend has to go meet with some guy he's working with. He's not as important as you are!

"Babe, I have to go, it's important for the mafia," Luca murmurs softly into your hair as you cling to him tightly. Your arms wrapped around his waist and face buried in his chest, you showed no signs of letting go. He sighs. "I'll try my best to make it quick, alright? Just-"

"No!" Your muffled voice replies, before glancing up at him with big eyes. "I want you. To stay."

"Babe..."

"Don't 'babe' me. I guess your mafia is more important than me." You release him and step back, abruptly turning your back towards him, crossing your arms. "Whatever. Bye."

Luca stares at your back for a second, absolutely torn for a second. "What? no, of course you're important-"

"I'm second and always be second, huh?" You saunter to the bed you two share and throw yourself onto it. You rest your hand on your forehead, closing your eyes. "It's fine. Go ahead. I'll just find someone else to play with."

He goes silent. You don't open your eyes.

A beat's worth of silence. "Got nothing to say now, huh?" You scoff, a smirk playing on your lips. "I suppose you've gotten so-"

You yelp as you feel rough hands latch themselves onto your thighs and yank you downwards, and your eyes fly open. Luca leans over you with a dark look in his eyes, brows furrowed in silent anger.

"You suppose ive gotten... what?" The plush of your ass is tightly against his crotch, his gloved hands digging into your skin.

"...soft." His eyes smolder, a fire in his gaze as he leans closer to your face.

"Soft?" He echoes, a sultry chuckle sending a shiver upon your spine. "No no no, I think you got it all wrong, sweetheart..."

The mafia boss hooks your legs over his shoulders, his bigger and wider form trapping you underneath him as he grinds against your wet panties, the skirt your wearing riding up to your hips. You stifle a moan, biting your lip hard.

"You've always liked it when I'm a bit rough with you, hmm?"

"Tch! Don't you have somewhere to be?" You reply haughtily, trying hard for a whimper to not slip past your lips as he grinds slowly.

"It can wait, no? Besides..." Luca's breath tickles your ear. "Theres a certain someone, who needs to be taken care of."

"Yeah. Your friend."

"What a fucking-" Out of nowhere, Luca flips you onto your stomach, leaving you squawking as he spread your legs open, ass in the air. "Brat."

"W-wait a minute!" You stammer as you turn your head to see him rip off his pants and unleashing his cock from its confines, big and hard. The glint in his eyes suggest you were probably not going to be able to walk for a good couple of weeks. "L-Luca, wait!"

"No," he growls, pushing your panties aside and sinking his still gloved fingers into you. A whimper tears itself from your throat as he plunges the digit in and out of your crying hole. "Brats need to be taught a fucking lesson. look at how wet you are. Filthy slut."

"I wouldn't have been- mmph! A b-brat if you didn't leave me all the- ah... t-time!" You blabber, your legs already shaking a bit from how rough and quickly he was fingering you.

"Leave you?" Luca repeats, incredulous. "God, I made you into a fucking brat! Spoiling you all the time, giving you everything you could have ever wanted..."

He slips his finger out, lining up his cock with your entrance. Your mouth almost waters at the sight and he laughs at your lustful expression. "Is this what you want? then I'll gladly give to you, and you won't even dare forget this..."

The mafia boss shoves his girth into, splitting you open. You cry out, hands gripping the sheets as Luca doesn't even allow you to adjust to his size. You were fucked by him plenty of times before, but your hole could never get quite used to his thickness. Luca drills his cock into you, the fat tip kissing your g-spot deliciously so.

The bed squeaks and groans underneath you both, loud moans spilling from your mouth. You turn your face into the pillows, only to be yanked back up. You gasp as Luca forces you to arch, the angle causing you to see stars.

"L-Luca- a-ah! Fuck fuck fuckfuck-" You moan and whimper and whine as Luca's dick pummels itself into you, your walls clenching around him.

"This is what you want, huh?" Luca breaths raggedly into your ear, one hand fondling with your tit. How sensitive you've become, moaning from pure pleasure. "Want me to fuck you dumb?"

"Y-y-you asshole-!"

A sharp snap of his hips force you to choke on another keening moan. "What was that, darling? couldn't catch that."

Only moans answer and he chortles. Luca can feel you getting close, but why stop there? Why not make you wish you never provoked him in the first place? How dare you say that you'll go find someone else to play with in his absence! He tsks as you squirm underneath him. No no, he'll make you beg for him to stop, and even after that he won't obey.

You cum hard around his cock but the mafia boss still bullies himself into you as you twitch. tears rolls down your face as you attempt to scramble away, but Luca pulls you all the way back so now you're riding his cock, back arched against him. You babble sentences don't even make sense as your brain was fucked to mush.

"What's wrong? can't speak anymore?" Luca coos, thrusting himself deeper and deeper. His voice deep and husky, your fluids staining his shirt but he could really care less. "Fucked you so good- what a cock drunk whore."

You whine, skin slapping against skin as you ride his dick, legs shaking and stickiness against your thighs. Luca bites your neck, leaving a trail of bite marks against your dainty skin. He licks from your shoulder to your neck, suckling. Luca can feel the vibrations through your throat as you make such pretty noises for him. Was it possible that he seemed to get even harder and even larger inside of you?

His hips slot up to meet yours and you cum once more, drool dripping down your lips. Luca groans as he feels your walls clench and your hot cum envelopes his dick. He fucks you through your second orgasm until he releases a guttural grunt and shoots his loads deep into your tummy.

"I'm not done," he pants, pulling out of you and throwing you back down on your back. "So far from done."

"L-Luca..." you whimper quietly, body heaving and near close to exhaustion.

He cups a hand to your cheek. "You did this to yourself, pretty girl..."

Luca's mouth hovers over your tit, blowing on it and watching the nipple grow hard. Another chuckle as he pops the tit into his mouth, sucking hard. Your hand finds itself in his blond hair, soft and airy whines in the air. He releases the tit and goes to the other, teeth grazing it.

He kisses down your tummy, opening your legs in the process. The mafia boss lowers to your aching pussy, somehow getting wet all over again. Luca licks a stripe up your abused cunt and a shaky sigh comes out your mouth.

"Horny bitch." Bringing you closer to his mouth, his tongue circles your clit as his hot breaths fan in between your thighs. "Came twice already, and it still isnt enough..."

His entire mouth is on you now, slurping and teasing and sucking. You tug his hair hard, making the mafia boss growl lowly into your pussy. The vibrations add to the upcoming orgasm, your moans filling the room and you were sure everyone within the house could hear. Neither of you gave a damn as he continued his assault on your weeping cunt.

You cum against his face and he laps up every single drop, kissing and biting your thighs while doing so. Your chest rises rapidly up and down, and Luca observes your fucked out expression. Your eyelids are heavy, and you're just about ready to pass out.

Until... "Oh no, you aren't getting any breaks." Luca yanks you back up and turns himself in one smooth motion so now you're kneeling before him, his yet again hard cock in front of your eyes. "Suck, whore."

You eagerly take the cock in your hands, the slick from both parties still covered all over it.

There is definitely more where that's coming from.

[neteyamslovrr]

Hi I rlly rlly love your fics so if you don't mind can I request aonung x reader where the reader is disappointed with aonung bcs of what aonung did to loak (when he left him) so reader ignor by not giving him cuddle and kisses and it's killing him (he already said sorry to lo'ak) but still reader ignore him until he cried infront of the reader and the reader felt bad and hug him and then they cuddle each other and the reader pets his hair until he falls asleep basically a fluff ending, thank u and sorry for the long discription

Disappointed

summary: disgusted with what your boyfriend did to the poor forest boy, you cannot speak to him, driving him crazy.

1.2k words fem!metkayina reader

──── ⑅*❀*⑅ ────

You were horrified. The pit of disgust bubbling in your stomach as you watched the scene in front of you. Ao’nung, your lover, sent some poor boy out to a death trap. Fiery depths of your emotions recoiled inside you. Eyes burning with disappointment as you stared at Ao’nung from a far being scolded by his father.

It was after all the chaos had happened but now you watched closely to his scolding. Witnessing the winces on his face when ever his mother chimed in. But you didn’t feel bad, you were disgusted with him, the least he deserved was a reprimanding.

“I’ve had enough with you Ao’nung, your punishment will be decided tomorrow.” Ronal hissed at him before leaving the pod with Tonowari. You supposed they were going to the Sully’s.

You watched Ao’nung as he crouched on the ground, his face stiff to stop any emotion he was experiencing to be shown. You looked down at him, a loud sigh escaping your mouth. How could he be that stupid? How could he do that to the poor boy?

“Ao’nung.” His head immediately turned to face you. He saw the look in your eye, the glimmer of disappointment and it killed him. The way you scowled down at him, the look you gave him would take him years to recover from.

“Y/N you have to understand, I am sorry. I should- I should never have done that to Lo’ak.” Rolling your eyes and scoffing it made Ao’nung feel small under your gaze.

“I’m disgusted with you, I love you Ao’nung but I am ashamed to be with someone so cruel.” The rasp and the way you said it so quiet. Quiet enough for it to feel the ever-most hurtful.

“Please Y/N, I apologised to Lo’ak… don’t say shit like that.” Ao’nung was on his knees now looking up at you. It was in the spur of the moment but he was ready to beg and plead for you to take back your shame.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now. Bye Ao’nung.” Walking out fast you heard Ao’nung’s breath tremble. You knew your words were harsh, but he was a bully, a conniving, cruel person today and you couldn’t be around him.

It had been days since you had talked to him. You’d see him give you longing looks across the shore while you built sandcastles with Tuk. You thought about forgiving him, but he had truly disappointed you, it made you wonder if he truly deserved to be forgiven.

“C’mon Y/N… he’s staring so hard right now.” Lo’ak laughed as you all sat in a circle with Tsireya and all his siblings. “I’ve forgiven him, you should too.”

“He doesn’t deserve it.” A blunt statement that made everyone shocked, Tsireya even letting out a small gasp.

Even Kiri who truly didn’t like Ao’nung was shocked. She knew that Ao’nung was sorrowful about his actions and seeing his pleading eyes edge closer and closer to where you all we gathered was torturous.

“He has tried very hard to make amends with us Y/N.” Neteyam chimed in. He was sick of hearing Ao’nung’s complaints about your absence and just wanted you to forgive the boy.

“We’re bros! C’mon Y/N, he’s miserable without you.” Lo’ak smacked your shoulder with his free hand. The other occupied as he held onto Tsireya’s arm.

“He is your lover Y/N, you must miss him too.” Tsireya softly said, her voice calming.

“I just don’t know if I can love someone who can be so cruel.”

You didn’t think what you said was that shocking but the way everyone’s faces had fell made you second guess yourself. Turning around to where everyone’s gaze laid was Ao’nung. His face blank, his eyes averting your gaze as his lips trembled just slightly.

You knew he heard you, it wasn’t like what you said wasn’t true, but it was slighty exaggerated.

“Shit.” Lo’ak whispered out earning a harsh glare from his brother and a light slap from his sister.

You couldn’t get any words out, the time moving slowly as you watched Ao’nung start to walk off, towards his marui. His usual cocky stride replaced with a fast paced walk, like he was trying to race the emotions about to spill out of his body.

Tsireya put her hand on your thigh, looking into her eyes she motioned to her brother. It was her subtly telling you to go, to follow after him. You could ignore him no longer.

As soon as you got up your legs were moving. Following Ao’nung in his pod. The sounds of his sniffles were heart shattering, maybe you let your disappointment go too long, you were stuck in your own head you didn’t think about his.

Pulling the curtain back you looked at Ao’nung, the way his hands were balled into fists as he crouched in the centre of the room. You slowly walked over to him. Crouching in front of him, his heavy breathes and shaking fists made you feel overwhelmed with guilt.

“Ao’nung-” His eyes shot up to look at you. Glossy and bloodshot. He’d been crying?

“Do you not love me anymore? Because if you don’t you can go.” His voice was quiet but still piercing, filled with hurt.

“No Ao’nung. That is not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean? Huh?”

“I just, I was shocked. I didn’t think that was something you had in you. And I wanted no part of it.”

Ao’nung’s eyes averted yours, he knew it was all his fault. But he didn’t think he’d lose his love over it, he couldn’t lose you.

“I’ve tried so hard to apologise Y/N, I’ve done everything. Please can you forgive me too.” His voice was laced with desperation no he gripped your arm with both of his hands. The possibility of losing you was becoming more and more like a guarantee, making his emotions pool in his eyes.

“I know you have Ao’nung.” That’s when you noticed the tears rolling down his cheek, a small gasp was let out of your mouth as you used the hand he wasn’t holding to wipe the tear off his face. “Don’t cry Ao’nung please.”

Ao’nung’s lip quivered rapidly, he felt so weak in front of you, letting his emotions out. He was being so vulnerable in front of you, it made him want to never look you in the eye again. “Forgive me baby please. I’m so sorry, I don’t want you to hate me.”

Pushing him into your chest, you rubbed a hand up and down his back soothing his shaking body. “Oh Ao’nung, I don’t hate you. I see you.”

Ao’nung’s body stiffened before immediately embracing you tighter than before. Laying down he rested his head on your chest, listening to your breathing. He longed for your touch for so long, he longed for you, to now be resting upon you again felt like a blessing.

“I am sorry Y/N” You smiled down at him, a hand caressing his head as he held onto you tightly.

“I know baby, don’t worry about it any longer.”

──── ⑅*❀*⑅ ────

authors note: kinda ooc but we didn't get much of ao'nung so its basically like character building

taglist: @aonungmybf @melovehiddlestan @goodiesinthecloset21 @dngnmtr-blog

[sturnzyolo]

Shadows

Matt Sturniolo x fem reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing, a little eerie scenery, crying, stress, bullying mention, comfort, anxiety, and slight obsession (anything else will be added in later parts)

slight summary/teaser: reader feels a significant connection to a particular classmate of hers, her teacher's favorite student. One day, when on her way home, she hears something.

⚠️ my first ever fic so don't hate if it's absolute shit although I take honors english + I will NOT be writing any smut, (sorry u horndoggaroonies) bc I believe my digital footprint is terrible as is, so. let's not add onto it!

(I hate having to copy and paste this everytime)

PART 2

Y/N POV

I was quite close to the principal, she knew how I was with Mr. Robinson, so she always excused me from whatever trouble he gave me. She was quite sweet and usually would just have a conversation with me before sending me back to class or to just roam around til I felt like heading back, which I appreciated from her.

This time I decided to just roam around the first floor hallways, my school was huge, but it was pretty old so honestly sometimes it felt a bit creepy.

I was even more creeped out when I heard a muffle cry from the boy bathroom, obviously I couldn't go in there, but I felt bad if I just completely left.

"Hello? Are you okay in there?" I asked softly outside the bathroom door with a quiet knock. I didn't want to startle whoever was in there, but I did want to check on them anyway.

I heard a trembled response, like they were rushing to fix themselves or choking up tears. "Uh yeah, I'm fine sorry" the voice said back in almost a stutter

I knew the voice, even just how he spoke and apologized, it had to be Matt. For some reason I always felt connected to Matt, in a weird way I always thought we would've been friends but I knew it probably wouldn't happen since he was honestly shy himself. The reason I even felt that way is because he reminded me of myself sometimes, although I'm a bit outgoing in school and always with people, I did have my downs at times and Matt reminded me of how I used to feel, and it made me want to help him.

"Matt? It's Y/N, are you sure you don't want to come out and talk about it?" I asked quietly behind the door so nobody around could pick up what I was saying. I probably looked crazy and weird being pent up against the boys' bathroom talking to whomever was behind the door.

I felt the door open slowly as I stepped back. "Hey, sorry I just felt anxious that's all" He said quietly as he looked down while he closed the door behind him. I could tell there was more behind what he was telling me, but I wasn't one to push boundaries, I mean he could barely even look at me.

"Can I do anything to help?" I asked as I took in any of his mannerisms and his appearance. I noticed his finger tips were red, his nails were messed up, it was evident that he bit them almost all the way down, but I wasn't going to bring it up incase of anything.

"No.. I'm fine really, just felt overwhelmed" It was very clear he was embarrassed by me finding him, and I felt bad it I continued to ask him anything.

"Okay, well I can walk back to class with you, if you want" I offered as my eyes traveled around his figure

"Yeah, okay, thank you y/n" Matt finally looked up, his eyes were slightly puffy, his eyes behind his glasses' lense were almost red from tears but his face was stained with them, I put my hands up to wipe them "May I?" I asked as I looked into his eyes for any kind of assurance or hesitance to my offer

(corny asf sorry guys 😔)

He responded in a slight nod, I carefully took my hands and placed them loosely on the sides of his cheeks. Matt wasn't too tall, about 5'8, which wasn't much taller than me, but enough for me to slightly be looking up towards him

(sorry to any tall girls reading)

my thumbs gently caressed his smooth skin as i wiped his damp tears away, my fingers swiping under the rim of his glasses. He seemed scared to even look at me, maybe even awkward to my touch, it made me feel a little bad for him, like nobody cared as much for him to give this attention.

I really could only name about 10 people I've ever seen hanging around Matt, and that counts his triplet brothers. I was glad he had them around, he seemed very cared and loved for by his family, but he wasn't really close to many others.

After I wiped his face dry from tears, I slightly tilted my head for us to walk back to class, which he understood as we walked side by side down the hall

PART 3 OUT NOW

I was previously planning for part 3's events to be added to this part but I wanted to edge u guys a lil 😋 but thank u for any and all of the support, I rlly appreciate it, love u guys sm 🤍

@mattsfavbitchhh @jamiesturniolo @jesscheesestring

[allfearstofallto]

can i please get FJU for childe 👉👈 but if you’re bored of him for now, ignore thissss ik there r too many of his fans on your blog dkdnsns🫶

Y'all do not be scared to send in any character asks as long as I write for them!! I'm literally Childe's biggest dick rider, I fucking begrudgingly love this man!!

F avorite position - This goes without saying

While he is partial to a mating press, his favorite position to force your body into when he wants to cream your insides without you being able to push him off, he loves when you ride him. It's pure perfection right in front of him.

Your beautiful body bouncing on his cock, making yourself take it while your cunt clenches around it. He loves the way you get so wet, to the point where you're leaking down onto his stomach. He loves watching you get tired, asking for a break and just resting your head on his chest. He'll fuck into from below, hard fast thrusts as he chases an orgasm for the both of you. And when he cums, he's gripping your ass, digging his fingers into it while he fills you up.

J ack off - Masturbation headcanon

A part of you is upset that someone like Childe looks so breathtaking while stroking his cock. A perfectly sculpted chest that's turning red, panting up and down as he moans out softly.

If you're not around, he masturbates a lot. It's not an addiction, it's just fun for him. It doesn't get him off as quickly and burying his deep into your pussy, but it feels so good regardless. Childe has an affinity for pinching his own nipples as he does, something that pushes him over the edge and makes him cum just a little quicker finishing up by licking the jizz from his fingers.

U nfair - How much they like to tease

Never let this man know what turns you on unless you enjoy being aroused constantly. Childe always teases you. Little bullying and jabs here and there, all said with a playful smile. But when he wants you ready, he'll do whatever it is that you like. It's constant, all day. If you like being choked, you'll find a hand around your neck while you're reading, not enough to actually do anything, but enough to make you want more.

If you like dirty talk, he'll whispers exactly what he's going to do to you on your ear. Every explicit detail, enunciating every syllable of every word so your body can be tremble. If you like being called names, suddenly outside of the bedroom you're no longer his angel or his doll, you're his little slut, his favorite mouth to fuck. You'll get this treatment all day until you're the one begging him to fuck you. And he'll do it with a smug smirk on his face.

[louloulemons-posts]

can u do a eddie fic where him and reader get in an argument and maybe don't talk for a few days and eddie hoes to readers house and apologizes

Stormy Fights

Eddie X Reader

word count : 1.1k

warnings : not proofread, angst, fluff, jason’s a pig, eddie gets in a fight, arguments, swears, petnames, happy endings.

A/N : thank you so much for the request, i hope you enjoyed 🫶🏻

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Jason Carver has always been a pain in your ass, you were different and he and his little gang knew that - and enjoyed picking on you. It increased when you got with Eddie, you became the freaky couple.

You loved being with Eddie you really did, it was great. The bullying you could deal without though honestly. “Hey Sweetheart,” you heard a familiar voice call as you walked through the hall - ready to go home.

“Hi Eds.”

“How was English?” he asked, easily linking his fingers with yours. “Good, kinda boring though. How was algebra?”

He cocked his brow at you. “You skipped again? Eddie you need to pass that class!”

“I know I know, but I had a deal to do.” You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend.

“Hey hey, don’t do that, I’ll go tomorrow I promise.”

“I’ll walk you to class tomorrow.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he grinned, which you could help match - he had a beautiful smile.

Jogging ahead, Eddie opened the door for you, ducking under his arm you spoke, “Thank you kind sir.”

“Course M’lady.”

Walking out into the parking lot, you couldn’t hide your sigh, spotting Jason and his gang. “He giving you trouble?”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’.

“Babe-“ he was cut off.

“Aw look who it is. The king of the freaks and his queen,” Carver jested, making his friends laugh.

You felt Eddie tug away from you, “Eddie no, let’s just go,” you spoke pulling him towards his van. “Hey wait up you two!” The boy shouted running over.

“What?” Eddie snapped.

“Aw, no need to be mean, just wanted to know how my favourite freaks are.”

“I wouldn’t know, why don’t you go and ask your pals over there,” your boyfriend growled.

“Eddie,” you whispered, tugging his jacket.

“No need to be rude. Hey Y/N why do you put up with this guy?”

“Don’t talk to them.”

“Eds leave it,” you warned.

“You must be a good lay Munson, but hey Sweetheart if you need a real fuck from a real man let me know-“

Whack!

Eddie fist hit Jason square in his face, making a vile cracking sound - you weren’t sure if it was his fingers or “MY NOSE!” Jason screamed.

“Eddie!” you shouted, but the boy had pulled away from you completely, hitting Jason again. “You never talk to them like that! You never talk to them end of!”

“Eddie come on man!” Gareth and Jeff ran over pulling him off of Jason - along with Steve who was there to pick up Robin. Eddie was shaking with anger, you with fear, you’d never seen him like that.

You couldn’t look at him, you couldn’t be here. Walking away was the only thing you could think of. “Y/N!” you heard Robin call.

“You okay?” she asked when she caught your arm.

You shook your head, “Hey it’s alright, you’re okay,” she said softly, taking you in her arms. “Sweetheart I-“ you heard Eddie speak, “I told you to leave it.”

“I wasn’t going to let him speak to you like that!”

“Well getting in a fight won’t fix it! What if they kick you out of school?”

“Sweetheart-“

“No! That was so stupid to do Eddie.”

“Stupid? I was sticking up for you!” he snapped. “I do not need you to fight my battles Edward Munson, I’m grown up enough to deal with him!”

“Clearly not when you’re tugging me away!”

“To avoid situations like this!”

“Well that’s just being a coward!” he shouted at you. You were stunned, a coward?

“Y/N I .. I didn’t mean that.”

“No, boyfriend or not, you do not talk to me like that. I told you to leave it and you ignored me, if you ever do anything like this again we’re done.”

You walked away from him. “At least let me drive you home, it’s going to pour it down.”

“I really don’t want to be near you right now.”

“I’ll drive you home,” Steve spoke, patting Eddies shoulder. “Fine,” the metalhead sighed. “Fine,” you repeated not meeting his gaze.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You hadn’t spoke to Eddie in days, actively avoiding him, not ready to deal with the situation. You’d never argued, even when you were just friends. You never even bickered.

It was horrible, but you couldn’t do it. Not yet. You’d joined Robin and Vickie at lunchtimes and on your free periods you’d hide in the library.

Jason and his friends had backed off, only speaking to you to apologise. You’d done the same, saying sorry for Eddies actions.

The boys nose was broken and his eyes swollen with ugly black bruising.

“Honey, we’re going now. Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” your mom asked, popping her head round the door.

“I’m good, got work to do, tell Gran I said hi.”

“Okay, well we might have to stay over. Just because did the big storm coming, okay?”

“Okay. Be safe.”

“Will do.”

You hated storms, the damage they did, the loud noise of the thunder and hammering rain. You decided to try and ignore it, grabbing a text book and sitting at your desk.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Your mom was right, the storm was horrible, hitting not long after they left. The rain echoing off the roof, lightning flashing and thunder shaking the house.

The lights began flickering, “Shit, no no no.” Soon you were plunged into total darkness.

“Fuck,” you whined, the storm had caused a blackout, looking outside to see the street lamps had turned off too.

This was the worst, a storm and the dark. Plus you were alone, knowing your parents weren’t coming home you felt the anxiety rise.

Soon you heard a thump on the front door, who the hell was that in this weather? Probably an axe murderer, wouldn’t that just be great.

Walking down the stairs, the knocking came again. “I’m coming I’m coming!” Pulling the door back you were stunned. There was a soaking wet Eddie Munson.

“Hi,” he said.

“What are you doing here?”

“I-“ he began, but thunder boomed and you pulled him into the house, almost slamming the door.

“What are you doing here?” you repeated.

“I … I know you’re still mad and me and you have full right to be, but I just … I know how much you hate storms and I didn’t want you to be alone.”

You sighed, feeling your heart flutter. Almost launching yourself on Eddie, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

His arms wrapped around your waist, “I’m sorry baby.”

“Me too. I’m sorry I got mad at you, I know you were trying to defend me I just .. the idea of you fighting and seeing you fight. Eddie I hated it.”

“I know I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, just please stay away from Jason.”

“I will I promise, I don’t want to loose you.”

“You’re not going to … I love you Eddie.”

“Oh Sweetheart I love you too.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

A/N : Hello loves 🫶🏻 I’m back from my vacation so uploads should be back to the regular schedule 🤍

Thank you so much for reading!

Please leave any requests 🤍

[rinhaler]

We Can Sit and Talk, Baby, Get It Off

CHAPTER SUMMARY : you can't sleep, and neither can the unexpected guest you find drinking your dad's whiskey in the kitchen.

boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro

WARNINGS : 18+ only, consensual sex, sleepy slow sex, praise kink, sleeping difficulties, alcohol consumption, smoking, panic attack mention, drugs mention, family drama, arranged marriage mention, bullying. 

WORDS : 5.7k

notes : bc i love u guys :3

       LAST CHAPTER┊MASTERLIST ┊ NEXT CHAPTER

The whole car ride home was spent giggling and laughing with Yuuji. You sang along to the cheesy pop songs on the radio and slurped the remaining dregs out of your milkshake. There was so much food still left from your order, but Yuuji had an amazing idea. You should heat it up at home and watch a movie in your room.

It's around 11:45pm when you return, you know your parents will be in bed already. You stumble in quietly, still chuckling like children until you find the kitchen and get to work on heating up the food.

It doesn’t take long.

You get some unsavoury looks from the butler; but he isn’t paid to comment or judge so he lets you continue. You stay as quiet as you can as you go upstairs and pick a movie. Yuuji can barely keep his eyes open but he somehow makes it to the end.

The poor boy had an eventful day, he's full of food and ready to sleep. But it isn’t so easy for you. Now that you're back here, everything that happened today is playing on your mind.

Naoya and Megumi are related… And now, they both hate you.

This could only end badly.

Your thoughts are keeping you awake. You toss and turn and can’t seem to get comfortable. Watching Yuuji sleep soundly would almost be infuriating if he didn’t look so adorable. The room plunges into darkness. Black as night and you can barely see your hand in front of your face. You debate getting up, and decide you can’t take lying like this anymore when it was clear you wouldn’t be getting an ounce of sleep unless you black out from exhaustion. The curtains are shut tightly, no wonder it’s so dark in here. You open them ever so slightly to discover the window is shut too. You push it open as far as it can go, an involuntary grunt fleeing from your lungs. Your eyes screw shut as you heard Yuuji stir awake.

“What are you doing?” he wonders. His voice heavy and gritty with sleep. He groggily rubs his eyes and sits upright to look at you.

“Can’t sleep.” you admit.

“Come here.” he tells you. He lies back down on his side as he waits for you to join him. He covers your body with the duvet while you nestle your body against his, your ass on his crotch while your back rests securely against his chest. He coos in your ear, shushing you softly, telling you to close your eyes. You do as you're told and you're rewarded with gentle, feather light kisses on your neck and shoulder. “Want me to help you sleep?” he wonders.

“Mhmm…”

“Take your shorts off.” he instructs.

Your fingers quickly hook into the waistband of your silk shorts you're wearing to pull them off your body. You never wear panties to bed, apparently it’s healthier to do that. When you lie back against Yuuji, he helps you out of your matching silk vest, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable to his touch.

You lift your body a little so he can put an arm underneath you and toy with your breasts. His big fingers alternate which nipple they tug and tease at. The contact is heavenly. You mewl instantly and he continues peppering your neck and shoulder with sweet innocent kisses. His other hand finds its way to your clit. He explores your folds and decides you aren’t nearly wet enough to take him.

“You need my fingers first, okay baby?”

“Yes… Yuuji please, give them to me.” you hum.

You gasp softly as two of his fingers poke around your entrance. His hand flies to your mouth before you can cry out from them both stretching you open. He hushes you some more, you nod in acceptance. The last thing you need is your parents chewing you out for fucking too loudly and disrupting all of the guests staying the night. He shoves his fingers inside of you, expertly working your g-spot. You writhe against him, but he keeps you secure as he holds his arm just below your breasts. He played with your sensitive tits continuously.

You can’t keep still.

He's driving you crazy.

“Yuuji…” you whimpered.

“Not yet.” he almost warns you. It's disappointing, but you suppose he knows best. He’s doing this for you after all. He doesn’t want to hurt you, it’s meant to feel good.

It’s meant to be fun.

He pulls his fingers out of you before flicking your clit lightly.

You shudder at that.

He quickly inserts his fingers again and he feels just how much slick pumps out of you from the gentle attention to your bundle of nerves. “That’s my girl, that’s it.” he tells you. He finger fucks you for a little while longer. Tears are streaming down your face. He’s hammering at your insides so perfectly and at such a consistent rate. You think you’re going to burst.

“Y-Yuuji!” you cry. He can feel you tensing up. He can feel how badly you want it, how close you are to letting yourself go for him.

You sob a little at the loss of fullness in your hole.

But you’re excited again when you feel him shuffling around.

He’s pulling his boxers off. He lines himself up with your slot. The tip of his shaft is practically sucked in by your eager cunt. “Oh fuuuuck,”

“Quiet princess, gotta be quiet for me.” he sinks deeper into you and you feel tears roll down onto your pillow. He begins to roll his hips slowly. “Are you crying?”

“A little,” you admit. You sniff and turn your head as best you can. He begins wiping your tears away and kisses you chastely. “just feels so good Yuuji, I love you.” you tell him.

“Sh, shhh baby. I love you too. I’ve got you it’s okay.” he hushes as he continues rutting into you.

You turn back so that he's spooning you while he fucks you.

It's so perfect.

He fills you up so deliciously you're worried what it will feel like when he removes himself from you. It feels like home to feel him inside of you.

It isn’t rough, heated sex.

It's slow, it's messy, and it's so passionate. He trails wet kisses on your neck. You reach a hand back searching for his; and he finds you.

He interlocks his fingers with yours and you weep a little more. You grind your hips against him slowly, trying to meet his lazy strokes. He carries on holding your hand, but brings both of your fingers closer to your cunt. He uses his two strongest fingers to draw tired circles into your clit. You moan instantly and he grunts gaudily as he feels your insides squeeze him.

“Y-Yuuji. Oh God, Yuuji ‘m gonna—”

“Me too, fuck. Baby, cum with me. Cum with me princess.” he demands.

You cum with a quiet whine. You pant and pant through your high as you continue backing up against Yuuji. He cums right after you. He fills your pretty pussy nicely with his thick creamy seed.

It's so warm and heavenly. It feels nice and snug inside of your wet walls. Yuuji fills the late night air with obscenities as he pumps his heavy load into you. He pulls out of you and you could feel his cum dribble out and onto the sheets below you.

You roll over, smothering him in a brutal, unforgiving kiss.

“That was the best sex we’ve ever had.” you whisper.

“Yeah?”

“I’m serious. It was so romantic.” you tell him. He brings your face closer to his again so he can kiss you more.

“Are you tired yet?” he questions.

“A little, but I need to go to the toilet first.” you remind him. He shuffles more onto his back and rests his head comfortably into the pillows.

“Go on, hurry up so we can go to bed.”

You do as you're told, legs taking you to the en-suite as quickly as possible for you to pee.

You wash your hands and come back out to find Yuuji fast asleep and snoring lightly. You smile, clambering into bed beside him. You wrap an arm around him and allow sleep to take over your body.

To say you're furious when you wake up would be an understatement.

Your eyes open and you assume it's morning. But when you look to the sky and see it's still pitch black your heart stops.

You roll over to check your phone. A few hours must have gone by at least.

Nope. Thirty minutes.

In fact; it's been 27 minutes if you want to be technical about it. You couldn’t even manage to sleep for thirty fucking minutes before you're wide awake again.

Fuck it, you think to yourself.

You go to the bathroom to splash water on your face before finding the most over the top dressing gown that your mother had also gifted you for your stay. It's sheer material with gorgeous pink fluff on the edges.

It's so dramatic, it hits the floor and trails behind you.

But it’s not often you get to feel this glamorous.

You might as well embrace your pretentious roots while you’re here. You slide on your matching fluffy pink slippers and sneak out of the room, doing your best to be quiet so that you don't wake Yuuji.

You wander the pitch black hallways.

There's no particular destination in mind. Your feet lead you around the manor. You explore rooms you hadn’t even noticed; and corridors you didn’t even know existed.

But still, through all your adventuring, you find yourself atop the main staircase. You're planning to turn around and go back to bed with Yuuji, however the sound of clinking and rustling downstairs piques your interest.

Could somebody be stealing?

Which one of your mother’s guests is causing such a ruckus?

You step down each platform quietly, not wanting to scare the disruptive presence away. The light in the kitcheb shines brightly, and you turn the corner to stand in the door way.

Of course.

Broad shoulders, a toned back and just above shoulder length black hair.

Who else would it be?

None of the other guests would be such a nuisance, so rude, and make themselves so at home in a house that is not their own.

Toji turns around slamming a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler on the kitchen island.

“Oh fuck—!” he startles as he notices you staring at him. “Scared the shit out of me, darlin’.” he tells you.

“Do you have permission to be helping yourself to my father’s alcohol?” you smirk, the simple expression on your face allows Toji to know that you, in actual fact, don’t care what he does with your dads booze.

“Not in so many words,” he begins, cracking open the bottle lid and pouring himself a drink. “But your folks are always so generous with their hospitality.” he teases. He drinks the whiskey like a shot. He slams the tumbler against the counter top so hard a little bit of excess liquid splashes out.

“Help yourself Toji,” you smile. Your slippers shuffle irritatingly across the kitchen tiles as you walk towards the freezer to get yourself some ice cold water.

“Hey,” Toji speaks, the word comes from the depth of his lungs. The volume commands your body to turn to face him. “Want some?” he wonders, shaking around the bottle of whiskey with a wicked grin on his face. “Oh wait, you’re a borin’ good girl who don’t drink nothin’, right?” he teases.

“Right.” you nod.

“I’m sure it’ll help you sleep… That’s why you’re down here, right? Havin’ trouble sleeping?” he guesses, and correctly at that.

You nod, but you raised an eyebrow. Your scepticism is obvious.

“Will it? Really?” you wonder. He shrugs his shoulder and his expression turns to unknowing. But before you give an answer with words, he assumes that your question is acceptance. He grabs another tumbler and slams it down beside the one he’d been using.

“Worth a try.”

You do accept his offer.

And as a result, you find yourself with a tumbler glass in one hand. Toji leads you out of the kitchen by gripping tightly onto the flesh of your arm. You aren’t sure where he was taking you. But he expertly holds his own glass as well as the whiskey bottle in one hand. His grip is bruising, but you're too tired to care.

You find yourself in a cosy little study room.

Presumably your father’s.

It's like a cosy den, a man cave.

He has one of those retro globe drink cabinets beside his desk. Toji lights the logs in the fireplace and the room instantly feels even cosier. You sit opposite each other on the two red leather armchairs while you sip casually at your drinks.

You kick your fluffy sliders off to let your feet feel how soft the white fur rug is on the ground. Sleepy eyes are drawn to a dart board on the opposite side of the room.

It makes you smile.

You remember your father holding you high as a child in his arms so you could play with the dart board in the old house.

“What’re you smilin’ about?” Toji wonders. Your smile drops as your attention is brought back to him.

“Nothing, really.” you shake your head.

“Yuuji?”

“No.”

He hums. Toji takes a swig from his drink and nods in acceptance. This is painful. It's so awkward.

Why does he want to sit here with you?

Why does he want to drink with you?

The alcohol is making your stomach feel raw, but you're somehow finding the strength to ignore it. You clear your throat and look to the crackling fire beside you.

“Do you love him?” he asks you. “Yuuji, I mean.”

“Uh, yeah? I do, very much. Why?”

“Are you the reason he hates Megumi now? Did ya do somethin’ to make him angry at my son?” Toji ponders aloud. You scoff at that. He really has no idea.

Toji has zero fucking clue about his son, and what a monster he is.

“I didn’t do anything.” you hiss before downing the remainder of your drink. You tilt your glass towards Toji, indicating that you want it to be filled again. “He’s been making my life a living hell at uni, y’know? He’s sick. He’s fucking evil.” you alert him.

A parents love for their children is limitless.

You’re sure your claim will go down like a lead balloon.

“Heh, what’d he do? Scowl at you for too long? He’s all bark ‘n no bite that kid, he’s just—”

“Oh he can bite. In the one week that he decided he hated me, he spiked my drink on a night out and I was blacked out for almost two days. That’s what he did. And that is why I’ve been avoiding drinking.” you inform him. His grip loosens on his glass, but it doesn’t fall from his hand. His scar pulls as his lip turns to a scowl, his eye twitches in irritation. “You don’t believe me…” you sigh, “That’s fine. Yuuji believes me, that’s all I—”

“What else?”

“Huh?”

“What else, tell me what else.” Toji asks.

It's quiet.

But the type of quiet that spoke volumes.

He does believe you. You stutter, hesitate. You aren’t really sure what to tell him, or if you should tell him. But he urges you to speak. He needs you to continue. So you do.

You tell him the names he called you on the first day you met him, the vile things he said. You tell him about how you thought all was forgiven when you went out to eat together, but he flipped on you again and destroyed your sketchbook.

And you explain the club incident in gory detail, everything that you could remember and then everything else that you’d been told. You hum and haw over whether you should tell him about his inappropriate touches towards you too. But you’ve come this far, there's no point hiding anything now.

The way he touched your thighs. How he caged you in beneath him. How he dry humped you in the club when he was bullying you.  

Toji puts his drink down. His elbows dig into his thighs and he covers his face with his hands.

He's breathing.

Just, breathing.

You don’t know what to do, what to say. So you say nothing.

You wait. And wait. He sits back upright and lets his body sink into the back of the leather chair. He rakes his fingers through his hair a few times before looking for something in his pockets.

Cigarettes.

He sparks up.

Your father would be furious if he knew, but you aren't in a rush to tell him. And you don’t have the heart to tell him no, to object. He lets the tar coat his lungs before exhaling.

He looks sick.

“He draws you; you know. A lot.” you inform him.

“S’that right?” he speaks, puffing out a plume of toxic smoke.

“Yeah. That’s why he hates me, I think.” you add, taking another drink of your whiskey to wet your dry mouth. Toji’s interest is piqued. He raises his eyebrows as he takes another drag of his cigarette. “Both times I complimented his drawings of you in class, that is when he switched on me.”

Toji’s brows knit. He pinches the bridge of his nose while he holds his cigarette carefully between two fingers. The smoke dances and twirls beautifully as it ascends up to the ceiling like a delicate ribbon. He mutters something.

You don’t quite catch it.

But when you replay his lip movements in your mind, when you really focus on what he just mouthed in your head, you think he said sorry.

“He had a panic attack in my car on Friday,” Toji admits, he takes another puff of his cigarette and picks his whiskey back up.

Really? Megumi?

He doesn’t seem like the type to have panic attacks.

“Breathin’ weird, threw up, even cried a little. The full works.” he carries on. He stubs out his cigarette and tops up his drink.

He needs it.

Those same demons that Megumi tried to drown so desperately in the car that day are his demons too.

He’d inherited them from his very own father.

“That must have been hard for you.” you speak, attempting to sympathise. But you couldn’t deny that you felt smug, happy almost, that Megumi is suffering.

“You know what he told me?” Toji asks you, and you shake your head. “He told me he’s fucked up. He told me he was a fucked up teenager, and he’s even more fucked up now.” he says. Toji’s breathing is erratic. You can see his hand trembling a little as he drums his fingers against his knee.

He can’t handle it.

He needs another cigarette, just one more, one more to settle his nerves.

“Then what happened?”

“I told him he’s not fucked up!” he responds, a little too loudly. He slicks his hair back a little before speaking again. “Well, I told him he isn’t the only one. Everyone’s a little fucked up, right? I told him even I’m fucked up. But he probably already knew that, huh?” he tells you. His foot tapping furiously against the ground as he smokes some more.

You slowly shuffle from the chair to the floor. You crawl over to him and sit by his feet. Like a little animal curling up to its master.

Why are you so drawn to him?

It's nice, he is nice.

He's like an authority figure who actually takes you seriously. Someone who listens to you. Someone who believes you and doesn’t want to treat you like a puppet for his own personal gain.

“But he is fucked, isn’t he? What he did to you is my fault.” he continues you. You rest your hand on his knee and shake your head. But he nods, because what he's saying is true. He blows smoke in your direction.

“He just has some issues clearly, you did the best you could. You didn’t make him bully me Toji.” you tell him.

“Has anyone told you his mother died? My wife, when he was little.” he wonders. You shake your head. “Yeah. I loved her, so it killed me too. So I left him.”

“You—”

“I abandoned my tiny son who needed me so I could do drugs and drink like a lunatic. I couldn’t cope, but it’s not an excuse. I never even apologised to him.” he fills you in, he's coming dangerously close to finishing another cigarette.

You're at a loss for words.

It is his fault.

How could a human being expect to be anything other than fucked up with what Megumi has been through? And to not even receive an apology for it.

Fuck, do you feel sorry for him?

“Well, I said sorry when he was having his panic attack but it wasn’t real. I’ve never claimed to be anything other than a piece of shit so I don’t know what he expects from me.”

“Maybe he expects you to be a decent father and learn from your mistakes, Toji.” you hiss. He laughs at that.

“Y’got me there darlin’.”

You want to stand up. But your liver hurts and you're exhausted. Maybe you’ll just sleep here.

You can crawl back to the armchair, right?

You're finally tired, so tired that you don’t have the strength to make it back to your own bed. Your forehead rests on Toji’s knee. And he smirks when he hears light snores rise from your throat.

He’ll carry you to bed when he’s finished. You’ll be okay here for a little while. He needs more alcohol in him.

He needs to think everything over.

His ears prick when he hears the sound of creaking floorboards drawing closer to the room. Toji is too fucking calm, how could he be so willing to risk being seen with you like this? There's a knock at the door, and when Toji doesn’t respond, they welcome themselves in.

“What the fuck is this?” Megumi asks, staring at your sleeping form, your pretty little head resting sweetly on his knee.

You don’t wake up.

Toji grits his teeth as he looks at his son, his little monster.

“Shut your fucking mouth kid,”

“Have you been drinking together? I’m not shocked, fuckin’ alcoholic piece of shit.” Megumi bites. Toji’s tongue runs along the top of his teeth and he sucks, unsure of what to do now that his devil child is in front of him. Why is he even here? “Knew she was a slut, did she fall asleep sucking you off?”

Toji taps your shoulder lightly and your eyes fluttered open. He grips that very same shoulder when you squeal and back into his legs when you notice Megumi's presence.

Toji shushes you.

Megumi is clever and likes to do everything to you behind closed doors. He’d never risk doing anything in front of a witness, God forbid anyone believe you about his torment over you.

But it's too late.

Toji already does.

“I’ll walk you to your room sweetheart, c’mon.” Toji tells you as he helped you to your feet. Megumi scoffs at that.

“Are you fuckin’ serious Toji? What the hell is going on?”

When Toji is close enough to Megumi he points a finger in his sons face and snarls. He’s furious with him. Through all of each other’s faults, through all of Megumi’s hatred of him, he at least thought his son was a decent person.

They could tolerate each other for a set amount of time. Megumi is smart, he’s calm and collected most of the time except where his father is concerned. But Toji is looking at him now, and he sees himself staring right back.

Megumi is fucked. And Toji is fucked, too.

“I’m takin’ her to bed. I am goin’ to bed. And I don’t give a fuck what you do, but I don’t wanna see that pathetic face of yours until I take you home in the morning. Stay the fuck out of my way.” Toji answers him.

He barges past him with you in tow. Your heart is racing.

It's incredible.

Yuuji stands up for you whenever he can, but Megumi always manages to keep a level head. He's never intimidated. But now, right now when you turn to face him, he looks broken. His eyes are the widest you’ve ever seen them and his jaw is clenched.

Megumi is scared.

Megumi is afraid.

Toji did that. He did that to him. And it makes you… smile.

He brings you to your room and tells you to try and get some rest. There are only a few hours you can squeeze in before you have to start getting ready to leave in the morning. You hold onto the door handle. But before you pull it and walk inside your room, you turn to face him again.

“Why are you here?” you ask, curiosity taking over you.

He smirks.

The type of smirk that told you he's about to say something you don’t want to hear.

But his eyes find yours, and he takes a deep breath.

“I didn’t know you were dating anyone, especially not Yuuji for that matter.” he begins. “It’s pretty obvious your parents don’t like him. Are they tryna keep it under wraps?” he wonders.

“Big time.” you nod.

“I’ll be honest sweetheart, I invited Megumi here too. I was gonna try and push the idea of marrying you both off so I could marry myself into some money.” he informs you. You felt your blood begin to bubble.

Seriously, what fucking century do all of these people you’re surrounded by think you’re in?

First Naoya with his ‘women should be seen and not heard’ notion. And now Toji thinking you’d ever agree to an arranged marriage, with anyone, let alone Megumi.

But your breathing slows as you examine his features.

You’d considered him an authority figure you could trust. Someone who didn’t want to use you as a puppet for their own personal gain. They were the exact thoughts you had in your father’s office.

And now, he's just blown that trust up with his stupid confession in seconds.

But the longer you look at him, you think… At least he’s honest. And at least he listened to you, believed you.

“It’s okay.” you tell him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, pushing the door open so that it's slightly ajar. You face him once more with a smile on your face, “You’ve never claimed to be anything other than a piece of shit, right?” you tease. He laughs a little, acknowledging your call back to his previous words.

“Right.” he agrees.

“Goodnight Toji.”

“G’night princess.”

Yuuji slept so soundly, he didn’t even realised you’d left and come back hours later.

He wakes up feeling refreshed and packs everything in your room as quickly as he can. The man is desperate to get out of here and return to normality. He smiles at your sleepy, tired body as you do your best to pull on a pair of leggings and a big baggy top. You want to be comfy for the car ride home.

Maybe you’ll be able to sleep for a few hours, too.

You do one last check of the bathroom to make sure you didn’t forget anything and then zip your case securely. Yuuji carries on doing a sweep of the room to be certain nothing of his gets left behind, and he still needs to get dressed.

“I’m gonna go and say goodbye to my parents.” you tell Yuuji.

You're about to head down the stairs when you felt a fist ball into your t-shirt and yank you backwards. Your back is against the wall and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. You’ve been in this exact position one too many times with Megumi before.

He settles a hand on your shoulder to pin you in place while the other rests on your hip, his knee found comfort between your thighs. It's a little too close to your heat; but Megumi is too close to you all together.

“Someone has been interfering and running to tell tales to my dad.” he speaks, the tone telling you everything you need to know.

You aren’t sure if Toji has told him or if he's worked it out all on his own.

And yet, while you're shaking, while you're terrified that no one will come to your rescue and protect you from him again, a wave of power surges through you. Your fists ball into his shirt. That alone catches him off guard.

What has happened to you?

You take the fleeting chance to spin him around, pinning him against the wall.

“I’m not fucking scared of you anymore Fushiguro,” you begin. He tries to shove you away but you push against him harder, “you’re just so desperate for daddy’s approval aren’t you? Want him to want you so badly. I know everything about you now, and he knows you better than he ever has before.” you say calmly with a smile on your face.

“Shut the hell up—”

“You’re just sad, lonely, pathetic. And I repeat, I’m not scared of you anymore Megumi.” you inform him.

You turn to walk away, but he grabs your wrist and forces you against the wall once more. He’s red in the face, a particularly lively vein pulses by his temple.

You’ve done it now. Fuck, you’ve really done it now.

Your eyes screw shut as you prepare for whatever he's about to do to you.

He is scary and intimidating. But you can at least take pride in knowing no matter how hard he tries to keep you down you’ll always get up.

But when both of his hands cup your face and his lips find yours, your breath hitches in your throat. It’s hard and strong, but no tongue. His eyes are closed and yours fly open. You raise your hand, your palm claps against his cheek and his whole face turns away from you. You shove him backwards with so much force his back connects with the wall opposite to the one you’re against. Both of you pant and catch your breaths in the particularly echoey corridor.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” you ask. He doesn’t answer. He’s still panting. Using the back of his hand to wipe away the dampness on his lips.

His eyes find yours again, and he’s lost.

He’s lost in them.

Lost in you.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

“Do us all a favour and get the therapy you desperately need.” you finish as you finally manage to escape him and descend the stairs.

What was that all about?

You think you better wait until you leave to tell Yuuji what happened.

In fact, you aren’t sure whether you should tell him at all. Your parents stand in the driveway as they watch Yuuji drive around and leave the manor.

He’s happy.

You’re happy.

You’re going home!

This nightmare is finally over.

Megumi stands in the doorway as he watches you leave. Part of him wants some fresh air, but he could have went in the garden for that.

He’s fuming at himself.

Why did he do that?

Why the fuck did he kiss you?

He needs to find Naoya. Whatever his sinister little plan is for revenge on you, he needs to get himself in on it. What he just did will be forgotten, he’ll get himself back on his sadistic little horse. And you’ll both be able to forget that he forced his lips onto you. When he turns around to find his uncle, he’s greeted to the sight of his father instead.

“Move.” Megumi commands. Toji crouches down so he’s eye level with his son. That all too familiar wicked, scar pulling grin etched on his face once more.

“You better leave that girl alone.” he instructs.

“Or what? You’re fucking off to wherever you go for months at a time tomorrow, so you aren’t in any position to stop me.” Megumi boasts, preparing to walk away from him once more.

“Wrong.”

“Huh?”

“Wrong, Megumi. Wrong. I’m fuckin’ movin’ in with you and Tsumiki so I can keep an eye on ya. Ya sick fuck. She told me everythin’. Fucks wrong with you?” Toji alerts him.

Megumi feels his stomach sink. Really? He’s really sticking around?

“She’s a fucking attention seeker, she’s lying to you.” Megumi fibs. The elder Fushiguro shakes his head. Toji gets in his face, real fucking close. So close that Megumi is almost drunk from the smell of last nights whiskey on his lips.

“You. Are. Fucked.” Toji tells him, his face becoming more serious so Megumi knows he isn’t playing around. He couldn’t, he shouldn’t say that to his own son. But he’s right. Toji needs to let him know, he needs to help him get better. Maybe helping his son will help him too.

“You made me, Toji.”

“If I see or find out you’ve done anything to that poor girl, I’ll break your fuckin’ knee caps. Hear me? In fact I might fuckin’ kill you. No wonder Yuuji wanted to rip your throat out.” Toji jeers through his teeth. Megumi can’t believe it.

He's showing more care and adoration for a complete stranger than he had to him his whole pathetic existence.

“Get out of my way.” Megumi relents. Eager to escape his father’s intense glare.

“Nah, we’ve been summoned.” Toji notifies him. Megumi’s eyebrow raises as his full attention returns to his father.

“Summoned? What for?”

“Zen’in clan wants to talk to us,” Toji explains as he slips a cigarette between his scarred lips, “They wanna talk to the princess’ parents too.”

© 2021 fuwushiguro | © 2023 rinhaler