This Is What I Needed

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HAHAHAHA bucky being a horndog is so cute

Loud Thoughts

Summary: Bucky has been a bit off lately and Steve is growing concerned: he asks Wanda to take a peek at his thoughts and is surprised at what she finds.

Word Count: 2.8k

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: sexual themes, swearing

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“You want me to, what?”

Steve bit his bottom lip, his head tilted down as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Look — I know how bad that sounds. Normally I wouldn’t ask you to do this but I’m worried about him. Buck has been doing really well since he got back from Wakanda, but now… something’s off.”

Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, nodding slowly. She agreed; he had been recovering well, it was noticeable. Bucky had only been here for a couple months but he was adjusting nicely; getting comfortable with the routine, getting friendly with the team, getting back to being Bucky again.

“Did something happen? Like — a bad day, or a trigger?” Wanda asked. She recounted the last time Barnes was in the field. “Wasn’t his last mission a success?”

He shook his head, thinking of the mission report Bucky had made.

“Not that I can think of—and yeah it was. Couldn’t have been that.”

He hadn’t had any run ins with the agents, no one reported any issues. Bucky was clear on all accounts; so what was going on?

“He just seems out of it,” Steve continued, “Like he’s somewhere else. And he’s jumpy. That isn’t like him, he’s a soldier for God’s sake. He’s got some steel in there.”

Steve tapped his head for effect, “Ya’ know?”

Wanda puffed out her cheeks, she didn’t feel right about reading Bucky’s mind but Steve was right. Bucky had seemed a little distant lately—he was never present in the moment. Steve was only asking out of the goodness of his heart. Wanda wanted what was best for the team and finding out what was messing with Barnes was part of that.

She pursed her lips as she stared at the super soldier. “Just once, that’s all?”

Steve nodded eagerly, “Yes! Just once to see what’s on his mind, that’s it. I just—I need something to work with, he won’t give me anything.”

Wanda understood, if Bucky wouldn’t talk to Steve about what was bothering him then it had to be serious.

Wanda weighed her options: do it and you’ve completely violated someone’s privacy, DON’T do it and have Steve continue begging you with those big blue eyes…

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pairing: businessman!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: modern au. infidelity {bucky is having an affair}, alcohol use, drug mention {not an action, used as a metaphor} explicit sexual content. full of angst.

prompt: i’m not the only one by sam smith

writer’s note: this is for my sugarplum, @samthemarvelfan’s writing challenge. thank you so much for hosting love, and for being so gracious when i mentioned my entry would be a bit late. i absolutely adore you, and i hope you enjoy this xx

dividers are by @/firefly-graphics

eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.

Lillies.

Delicate, soft — sensitive to your nose as you welcome him home.

Red was the colour of his cheeks; scrubbed vigorously and void of the remnants lipstick would have left — too bad he missed the spot on his collar.

Like always, you washed it clean; bleach, detergent, softener. You’d perfected the method.

Touches remained the same; gentle hands and ardent kisses. As though an apology was spilling from his tongue.

Open wounds of the heart were treated with quick fixes — no bandaids were required when the alcohol swallowed would numb the pain.

Tears were easy to deny, searing your skin each night as you turned; back facing his while enduring another restless slumber.

Mornings were safe, the adoring moments spent together before he walked out the door. A time you could pretend everything remained as it once was — out of sight, out of mind.

For now, it was enough.

The feeling of his love was always sincere; three simple words calming the withering storm.

Vows had been shared, an oath declared.

Yet, sometimes you wonder if he ever really gave you his heart. Lord knows he kept yours.

“How did it go?” You ask, perched on the end of your shared bed as he changes into a sweatshirt. He’d already taken a shower; washing away the deceit.

“Was okay,” he replies as he walks over, slotting himself between your thighs. “The merger is almost over.”

Purring, you tuck your hands under his shirt and rub them soothingly; comforting as a line forms between his brows. “Are you ready for that?”

And he smiles, the same one that made you fall in love all those years ago; crinkled eyes and dimples barely visible beneath the stubble.

“Means I get more time with you.” He leans forward, mouth brushing yours.

“What’re you doin’, Buck?” The question ends onset a giggle; voice light and airy as he trails kisses down your neck.

“Mm, missed you.” He pushes forward, moving you to the centre of the bed as you fall on your back. “‘S been too long since you’ve been under me, bun.”

The nickname fills you with an adorning nostalgia, lacing your veins like a well-sought drug; embracing the intoxication after being without it for so long.

Bucky pulls your legs apart, fingers dancing over the slickening centre of your underwear. “So pretty for me, baby.”

Baby.

There’s something detached in the endearment; a distant memory of conversation as he laughed about it’s lack of originality — seemingly unimportant.

“Maybe not tonight, Buck.” You try your best to act indifferent; swallowing the lump that lodges itself in your throat. “I don’t feel too well.”

He watches you closely for a moment, confusion crossing his features as something unknown festers. “That’s okay,” he promises; pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

The blankets are warm, familiar as they cover you both. A part of you wants space — distance between you both as you try to shake the nausea.

Except, he wraps his arms around your frame; pulling you into his chest tightly. “I love you, bun.”

Fingers intertwining, you bring them to your mouth as you kiss softly; settling into his body as you beg for a sense of normalcy. “I love you too.”

The house is quiet for a Saturday morning.

Usually, you awoke to the sound of a pan sizzling; Bucky whistling along to whatever song was playing on the radio.

There’s a note by the coffee pot, a simple;

had to go into the office, be home by 5 xx

You wonder how long you can keep fooling yourself into believing him. How many more trips away, prolonged contracts and late night phone calls could you take?

A fire threatens to start; burning with frustration as you wonder where he is, who he’s with. That’s the worst part, you suppose, not knowing what was worth the destruction of your marriage.

Because how do you fix something you hadn’t known was broken? Not until you’d cut yourself on the fragments of his lies — the shattered promises.

An answer finds you later, as Bucky walks through the door with flowers hidden behind his back. An apology spewed like salt to your open wounds.

“It’s okay.” It isn’t.

He washes away the sour taste on your tongue with sweet words; gripping your chin as mouths meet for a passionate kiss.

Dusk was approaching, the sky illuminating golden hues across his features; warmth radiated from his touch, a tease to the cold that had seeped into your pores.

“You’re so beautiful,” he compliments; pushing you against the wall as he bunches your skirt at the waist. “Don’t know what I did to deserve you, bun.”

Something twists in your gut at the words. “You were a good man.” The past tense goes ignored. “Couldn’t stop myself from falling for you.”

He takes advantage of it, smiling against your lips. “It’s been so long since I’ve had you, darlin’. Need to taste you, want to feel you come undone beneath me.”

And unlike the other night, you embraced his hold on you; pushing forward as you feel him pulse beneath his slacks.

Bucky takes you apart in a way only he knows how; playing with the lines of your body the way he does the strings of your heart. Tugging and pulling — all consuming as he swallows your cries.

You don’t know where he begins and where you end, but the feeling of him inside of you; full and thick, has you begging for more.

It’s always fervent; hot and heavy as he moulds your body to his. Bucky could ruin you, over and over again, until there was nothing left. And still, you’d give him more. Every last bit of you — maybe that way, he wouldn’t stray. Wouldn’t need the reason to.

“Let go for me, bun.” His voice is molasses, heady in tone as he pleads for you to come. “Show me how much you’ve missed me, show me how you need me.”

With bitten lips and heated cheeks, you fold to his command; sobbing his name like it was holy — a prayer on your tongue as you worship his touch.

The feeling of warmth spreads through your loins as he releases inside of you; seed dripping from your entrance as he whispers his love against your mouth.

Moonlight reflects in his eyes as you reconcile. Sweat slicked foreheads pressed against each other’s as his fingers flutter along the curve of your spine.

A part of you wonders if this is his own reprieve, a selfish exoneration from his crimes as his duplicit heart beats against your ear.

Sleep finds him easy, as though he had nothing to fret come the morning. Although something tells you, you wouldn’t be as fortunate.

“I saw them together.”

The words ring like ultrasonic waves, stinging your senses as you try to not coil away from Sharon’s sensitive touch.

“No.” Denial is easy, normal. “You’re wrong, I’m sure it isn’t what you’re thinking.”

Her approach is timid, as though she were approaching a scared, lonely fawn. “Bucky’s having an affair.”

“He wouldn’t.” Your voice breaks; the ring around your finger constricting.

“I know you love him,” she says. “But you deserve better than someone who would hurt you like this.”

“And you’re sure? That it’s her?”

Sharon leaves you with a photo, evidence of the one confrontation you never wanted to meet.

They’re close, his lips on her neck as a small smile plays on hers. Bucky’s hands are wrapped around her waist; close and intimate, in a way that only a lover’s would.

You hover the delete button, a potential threat removed, if you choose.

The sound of heavy footsteps distract you, Bucky’s call of your name making you lock the device before he can see it.

“There you are, bun.” He grins, arms outstretched as he pulls you in for a hug. “I was callin’ out for you, did Sharon stop by?”

This was the opportunity, maybe if he confessed, you could work on moving forward — together. “She was out by Morningside today.” Bucky tenses, humming quietly. “Weren’t you out that way too?”

Silence stretches in the air, and you hear his sharp intake of breath as your throat begins to swell. You step back to look into his eyes, waiting for his admittance.

“Actually I was out by Riverside, Sam wanted to have lunch there.”

Water burns your irises, a bitter smile on your face as you watch his brows furrow, bottom lip twitching as he gives it away. “Really?” You indulge him, wondering if he’ll take the bait.

A quick kiss is gifted, palms wiped down against the same brown coat you saw in the photo. “Yeah,” he agrees; subject changing quickly as he searches for a bottle of water in the fridge.

“Buck?” Your tone is light, treading carefully as he turns around. “C’mere.”

Surprises flashes across his features, and you wonder if he knows — that you know.

Time is your ally, and you bide it deliberately as your hands brush over his pristine buttons. “Get on your knees.”

He abides swiftly; pushing your panties to the side as your dress is removed. Your hands tug on his locks, guiding him toward your centre as he moves your leg over his shoulder.

Bucky never tires of the way you taste; saccharine on his tongue with slight zest. It’s addicting, and he treats it as such; swallowing down your nectar as you grind against him, beard burning your inner thighs as he tries for your forgiveness.

Fingernails dig into the flesh of your ass, encouraging your movements as your whines reach their peak; pouring slick into his mouth as you fall apart.

Huffing breaths fill the room, and you seperate yourself on shaky legs. You feel his hand reach out for yours, but you move away without a glance; picking up your dress and leaving him to deal with the mess.

There’s a hand on the middle of your back, guiding you through the restaurant.

Bucky’s been extra attentive, showering you with quality time and affirming words. It was enough for you to try — you’d been together for nearly ten years, and you couldn’t find it in you to give that up for something you weren’t sure existed anymore. A lapse in judgement.

But then, you see purple.

It’s striking against the red; complimentary tones as her eyes dazzle like emeralds among the candlelight.

“You remember Natasha?” Bucky introduces you to the table, vision focused on you. “My assistant.”

“Of course.” You smile politely at her, the younger woman who tries her best to not waver under your stare. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Natasha stutters, gaze flickering from Bucky to yours. “You too, Mrs. Barnes.”

The dinner is quick, barely any fuss as you catch up with those you know — Sam, Steve, Tony. All familiar faces who seemingly sense the underlying tension between the three of you who sit together.

With a peck to Bucky’s cheek, you make your way to the restroom in dire need of a moment alone. Closing your eyes for a second, you inhale deeply before washing your hands, only a small moment to yourself as your hear the door open.

“Sorry,” Natasha says; moving next to you by one of the sinks. “Just thought I’d clean up.”

The shiny silver on her wrist catches your attention, a single charm hanging off it that makes your stomach churn.

“My husband bought me one like that when we were first dating,” you tell her. “I was so enamoured with him, you know? Which is why falling in love was so easy.”

She looks down, thumb brushing over the bracelet.

You continue, “Bucky is charming, enigmatic and he’s a good man.”

“He’s been very determined with this deal.” Natasha nods, jaw clenching as she avoids your eyes.

“Yes, he has.” You dry your hands, leaving her with one last thought. “But sometimes, he becomes addicted to the chase. I’m sure you know what I mean.”

By the time you reach the table, Bucky is standing with an affectionate smile. “You good, bun?”

Taking his hand in yours, you return his gesture. “Let’s go home.”

It feels like your head is finally above water; floating amongst the calm as Bucky lays beside you, basking in the sunlight that glows.

Everything feels right, the Earth on it’s axis as balance restores your relationship once more.

The bliss is ignorance, falling back into old habits as he declares his love for you. Future plans of beginning a family are made. And you almost let yourself feel the relief you’ve been so desperately seeking.

“We are not naming our child Galadriel,” you giggle; baby book in hand as you both lay in bed.

Bucky pouts, “At least it’s different!”

Kissing his lips, you murmur, “You’re so adorable when you’re all geeked out.”

“And you, are so sexy when you’re talking about our kid.” Bucky grins, taking the book from you before placing it on the bedside table.

“Mm, what’re you sayin’, Buck?” The question is a courtesy when you already know the answer. Your legs wrap around his waist, already removing the clothes that cover your bodies.

“Wanna start a family with you, bun.” His tone is so earnest, it makes you forget the worries that plague your mind.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“‘S all I want, darlin’.” The tip of his hard length nudges your opening, coating himself in your slick. “You, me, and our little family we’ll make together.”

The test is negative.

Because you should’ve known the perceived perfection was a mirage.

The singular line a forewarning for what comes next.

I’m sorry.

Attached to Steve’s text message is a photo — of them; hands clasped together tightly as they sit on a park bench, foreheads pressed together as their lips are mid speech.

You feel foolish for letting yourself get swept up in the hurricane of Bucky’s love. How swiftly it cocoons you — devours you — destroys you. Leaving nothing but the scattered debris of your heart behind.

Strength isn’t always visible, loud, obvious.

It doesn’t need to be prideful.

Yours comes in many layers — empathy, second chances, understanding, reflection. It’s more than physicality. Worth decades of experience, of learning.

That’s why you stand tall as Bucky shouts, veins pulsing with anger as he pulls at his hair.

“You’re crazy!” He yells. “I wouldn’t do that to you!”

The dichotomy of his arguments is almost terrifying — one of a man you don’t recognise, and one of the man you loved.

Still, you’re passive in your approach. The images are louder than his roaring, and you can see as he deflates; expression crumbling under the proof.

“It meant nothin’.” His hands shake as they hold onto your face; tremors befalling your frame. “But you, darlin’ you are everything.”

Venom spits at him with every word that leaves your mouth. “How could you ruin everything for something that was nothing?”

“I fucked up, I know.” Bucky’s thumb finds solace in the dip of your chin. “It was a mistake, somethin’ that went too far. But I promise, it was never anything serious.”

You laugh, unable to decipher whether he believes himself. “She’s in love with you.”

“I don’t care.” The words sting, even though they shouldn’t, because you have no loyalty to Natasha. But there’s something in the way he writes her off, like she truly meant so little that it makes you feel sick for her.

“Who are you?” You mumble, pushing him away as you massage your temples.

Bucky tries a different approach — more delicate this time as he presses his chest to your back. “I’m still the same man you fell in love with. Please, bun. Let me prove it to you.”

Perhaps your weakness, came in the way you yielded to him, if only for a few hours more. The release of your frustration, of the hurt and pain — the endurance of a broken marriage that you’d tried to fix on your own.

It’s rushed, anguished; the build up of emotions that can only be released in the space between your bodies. Kisses are bruising and mean, touches are harsh and contused.

He sears your skin like an iron, permanently etched into your flesh with his mark. One that will be scoured raw, and with time, that you’ll be rid of.

Bucky wakes up to a cold bed, your side empty as he stretches. He searches for you, softly calling your name, only to be greeted by the quiet.

Rolling over, he smiles to himself as the lingering Gardenia scent of your perfume fills his nostrils. Lulling him to serenity as he begins his day.

It’s not until he reaches the kitchen, does he see the ring — next to a manila folder, with a note addressed to him.

James,

I have loved you, for so many years. And while I thought that would be enough for you, I’ve come to recognise that it’ll never be.

You’ve made me realise my deepest fears; breaking our vows, and my heart in the process.

Everything I thought I knew about you was a lie, and for that, I can never forgive you.

It’s over. We’re done.

I just hope it was worth it, and that one day, you’ll make peace with yourself the same way I have.

Goodbye.

Wait I kinda love this au???

I’ll crawl home to her

Tags: Nanami x fem!Reader, Gojo x fem!Reader, smau, modern au, Nanami and Gojo are corporate baddies, light flirting

An: Texting boss!Nanami and CEO!Gojo 👀 Idea came to me while I was snowed in. Lmk if I should continue it 🤭

This is so real. I feel like he'd be scared of spiders and lizards

Toji the big buff and muscular man. The man who makes everyone turns away, scared to even look him in the eyes when you two walk the streets the together. He isn’t afraid of anything and everything is afraid of him (not you). Seriously. Nothing scares him. Believe him when he says that. Toji Fushiguro is a fearless man.

Except when it comes to one thing.

“TOOOOOOJI!” The sound of your voice urgently calling for him makes the man run up the steps two of the time, forgetting about the weapons he was organizing.

“The fuck is all this screamin’ for- what are you doing?” His eyes land on you standing on top of the bed, pointing to a corner of the room with a shoe. He starts to move where you were pointing to.

“There’s a fucking spider right there! Look- LOOOK!”

That right there causes Toji to freeze in his tracks, glancing to see the eight legged creature sitting in the corner.

“Hell no.”

“What? Toji kill that shit- before it disappears and comes back with babies.”

“You heard me the first time. Hell. No.” Toji shakes his head, pointing to the spider. “That fucker is the size of my left ballsack. I ain’t touchin’ that.”

You scoff as you turn to him, momentarily forgetting about the spider. “You’re telling me that you can kill people for a living but you can’t kill a damn spider!?!”

“It’s different.”

“How?”

“It just is. I don’t know what kind of disease or illness that thing is carrying. No thank you.”

“So you’ll get some random man’s blood on you but you won’t kill a spider for the love of your life?”

“Now you’re just making me seem like an asshole.”

“Cause you are. You got all that muscle for what? If you can’t kill a simple spider then- Toji…. Where did it go?”

His eyes follow your gaze to the now empty corner. “Oh fuck no.. nah I’m out baby.” He immediately leaves the room, leaving you alone.

“HELLO WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING!?”

“Not here I know that! This apartment belongs to the damn spider now.”

And that’s how the two of you end up staying at Shius apartment for the night whether he liked it or not.

Oh my god the twist 😟😟😟

A Fine Line*

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Steve doesn’t know when the friendship became something more, but now you’re in front of him, dripping with need and the rain has come for you both. A/N: NSFW Sex-Pollen, Super-Soldier, Super-Smut!! Angst at the end. Warnings: Dub-con. Hurt. Twist at the end please don’t read this if you are unsure of any of these warnings.

Tony quirks an eyebrow over to your spot at the conference table when he walks in. You’re there early, hands over your lap, legs crossed underneath. It’s quite a sight, he thinks, coming from a woman who can hardly be bothered to exit a burning building.

It’s eight-thirty. The fact that you are the first to be in the conference room raises all his red flags. He tugs his lavender glasses up and down his nose bridge just to make sure he’s not hallucinating. The frown he sports stretches lower until it melts into his well-groomed beard.

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I saw the plot twist coming and I still ate it up

The Box

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Tony finds Peter’s box of condoms and confronts you

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“Do either of you want to explain this?”

To punctuate his sentence, Tony slammed a small box of condoms down on the table in front of you. You immediately recognized the packaging and looked at Peter in fear. Peter looked just as scared, but gave your knee a squeeze to assure you that he had it handled.

“Um,” he gulped, “it’s a box of-“

“I know what it’s a box of.” Tony cut him off. “Actually, I knew what it used to be a box of. But for some reason…”

Tony dumped the box over and all but two condoms fell out. Your eyes somehow went even wider as the situation somehow got even worse. You knew it couldn’t be a good thing when Tony called you and Peter into the living room, you just never imagined it would be this bad.

“It’s empty.” He continued. “Can either of you heathens tell me why it’s empty?”

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BeefyHimbo!Toji who never pays attention in class so he’s forced to ask you the stupidest questions, but when he hears your sweet, honeyed voice for the first time, he can’t help but to ask more and more and more.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who clumsily leans in closer, committing the warm, cloying scent of your gourmand perfume to memory. Who can’t help but to press his thighs together in a fruitless attempt to dull the ache of his pathetically drooling cock.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who stares up at you dumbly, utter infatuation emanating from his unrelenting gaze, chin resting in the palm of his hand as you solve a simple equation for him in his barren, yet oddly tattered college ruled notebook.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who subconsciously searches for you at the beginning of class, hoping to find a vacant seat beside you. Whose eyes soften when he finally catches a glimpse of your pretty face at the rear of the drab room.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who fishes a singular, wilting daisy from his lint-laden pockets, claiming that he plucked it from the university’s horticulture garden just for you. Who apprehensively presents you with the plainly heartfelt gift, praying you’ll welcome his flattery with enthusiasm.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who beams in his overwhelming excitement when you tuck the withering flower behind your ear, a gracious smile marring your lips. Whose cock grows embarrassingly hard when you mindlessly squeeze the fat of his thigh beside you in appreciation.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who soon excuses himself to flee to the restroom, desperate to relieve the gut wrenching throb of his cock, and unbeknownst to you, it’s all your fault.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who fucks his fist in the farthest stall of the restroom, imagining you sprawled out beneath him, your trembling thighs pressed to the unkempt sheets as he brainlessly stuffs you with the entirety of his cock.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who orgasms so incredibly hard that he’s forced to clamp a big hand over his mouth, thick, syrupy ropes of cum painting the graffitied walls of the public bathroom stall. Who doesn’t even bother to wash his fucking hands afterwards.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who eventually returns to class, flustered, a mysterious, dark stain adorning the gray fleece of his sweatpants. Who can hardly look you in the eyes as he plops down beside you, ashamed of how much of a slut he is for a girl he’s convinced wouldn’t give him half a chance.

But, when BeefyHimbo!Toji discovers that you’re not entirely opposed to the notion after a long night of fruitless studying, a switch flips.

Now, BeefyHimbo!Toji has you pressed apart on his disheveled, plaid sheets just as he imagined, your sobbing pussy taking his cock to the base over and over and over again, his large hands keeping you wide and accessible and all fucking his.

BeefyHimbo!Toji who’s utterly incapable of comprehending just how big his cock is in comparison to your slobbering little holes. Who can’t mentally grasp the fact that he’s so much larger than you.

And BeefyHimbo!Toji who accidently cums sooo fucking deep inside of you because he’s too distraught by his animalistic need to fuck and breed that he can’t possibly imagine cumming anywhere other than your sweet, welcoming cunt.

But… can you actually blame him? He doesn’t know any better, what did you expect? :(

note: hey, you! if you’ve read this before, don’t be alarmed! this is just a re-upload from my previous blog which was unfortunately marked as explicit. i’m in the process of transferring all of my work over to this blog. thanks for bearing with me, pretty! <3

love, ny

So sassy

Until We Meet Again - Masterlist

Status: Complete

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Summary: In where Bucky is supposed to guard you, but he finds himself more confused at the pull he has towards you. It doesn’t take him long to realize he’s way in over his head, but the pull towards you never ceases to exist, regardless of how you might be an enemy of the Avengers. 

Based on prompts: “I want to go home” - “And I want to go to the moon. It ain’t happening sweetheart” 

Warning(s): fun, fluff, language, a confused Bucky, smut (mentions). 

Chapters: 4

Chapter One

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three 

Chapter Four

JJK tweets [pt. 2]

- keeping up with the jjk characters and their daily bs. 💕

pt. 1: here

contains: pure crack, fluff, mentions of stsg, au where everyone is alive and well

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