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daycourtofficial · 1 month

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Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - Part 9

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

Author’s note: anyone else excited for me to actually update?? This part’s a bit short, sorry! Gotta set some things up tbh. I’m so so so excited for part 10. Cassian has big annoying little brother energy in this. Honestly Az does not make an in person appearance in this part, but just you wait 😉

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The warm water of the shower felt incredible, your mind unwinding as the water falls down your body. Thoughts of last night swirl through your mind, remembering how Azriel’s skin felt on yours.

You start going over the previous night again, from the way his eyes wandered over your body to the grip he had on you on the way home.

You were fucked.

You were pouring shampoo into your hand, trying to decide the odds that this was all a joke to Azriel, when the door to your bedroom opened.

You usually leave the door unlocked because Cassian has to reset the router pretty regularly, but you don’t think much of it until he is swinging open the door to your bathroom, letting in a cool breeze. You stick your head out of the curtain, hiding the rest of your body.

“Cassian,” you hiss, “what are you doing?”

“I don’t like eating alone,” he tells you, shrugging as he peels an orange.

“Cassian.”

“What?” He asks, words garbled from speaking through his orange slice.

“I’m in the shower.”

“So?”

You roll your eyes, pulling a hand out to emphasize your point. “I’m naked. In the shower.”

“There’s a curtain for a reason,” his tone sounding bored of this argument.

“You got a text from Az,” he says, annoyed as he looks at your screen that he can’t view the message. You drop your conditioner at his words, the clang of it echoing in the small room as you bend down to pick it back up.

“Just leave it, I’ll check it in a minute.”

"I hope it's a poem about how beautiful you are."

You roll your eyes, despite Cassian not being able to see you.

"I bet it says how annoying you are."

Cassian's gasp fills the room, "I am not annoying."

You poke your head out of shower, "we have weekly meetings to discuss how annoying you are."

In an act of complete maturity, you follow your statement by sticking your tongue out at him. Cassian holds your phone up to your face, letting it unlock the screen for him.

He sticks his tongue back out at you, "Thanks!"

He starts scuttling out of the room, yelling behind him, "if I'm lucky, you've sent Azzy some classy nudes!"

You start sputtering, yanking the shower curtain away, grabbing your towel, and quickly wrapping it around yourself as you follow after Cassian, not even turning the shower off.

"Aww, in this text he called you cute."

"Cassian."

He starts typing a response, his fingers flying over your phone. You hear the woosh of a sent message, and you stare at him, mouth open.

"What did you send him?"

He waggles his eyebrows, then hands you back your phone.

"You'll never know."

You look down at the phone in your hands, and sure enough, Cassian had sent him a text and promptly deleted it. The sick bastard.

"Cassian."

Your roommate simply shrugs at the tenseness of your tone, "I told him how you love him and how you want his precious babies."

You grit your teeth as Cassian makes kissing noises at you, debating the legal and moral ramifications of murdering Cassian when your phone chimes in your hands.

Azriel: thanks, I like your hair too :)

You look up at Cassian, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"You told him I liked his hair?"

"Yep," he says, biting into an apple, its crunch aggrevating some deep part of your brain.

“You’re the worst,” you say, opening your door and shutting it quickly behind you.

Later that night, Rhys decides to stop by to see Cassian, wanting to watch a rugby match on Cassian’s tv. Much to Rhys’s horror, Cass does have the larger tv.

Rhys starts to come in through the door to the apartment, but he can’t get the door opened more than a few inches because of a weight blocking him.

“What are you doing?” You ask, head peaking in the six inch crack of the door.

He looks confused, then looks around. “Trying to come in to watch rugby with Cass.”

“No you’re not.”

He tries to push against the door, but you keep it firmly in place. “I’m certainly trying to.”

“You’re not coming in - it’s girl’s night.”

He looks inside, confusion on his face as he huffs, “I see Cassian over there.”

“We voted to let him stay.”

Rhys looks offended. “And why not me?”

You lower your voice, leaning in closer to him, “because Feyre doesn’t invite boys she wants to talk about.”

His smirk grows predatory, as he surveys Feyre, Mor, and Cassian inside the apartment. “And why wasn’t Az invited?”

Your face flushes with heat, “we didn’t think it was his scene.”

Rhys snorts, leaning against the door frame. Knowing Rhys, he’d stay there until he got what he wanted to hear. “Az loves gossip more than anyone. Tell me why he isn’t invited and I’ll leave you be.”

You two glare each other down, a sight which must have looked quite amusing to anyone who didn’t note the seriousness of both of your faces.

You mumble out, “we don’t invite boys we want to talk about.”

He puts a hand around his ear, “I’m so sorry, dear, what was that?”

You grit you teeth, looking upward in hopes a god or a titan or someone would smite Rhysand and his stupid smug grin on the spot.

You let out a long breath, trying to let all the anger out so you can say distinctly, “we do not invite the boys we want to talk about.”

His eyes dance with amusement, his weight dropping from the door almost causing you to fall. “Well why didn’t you just say so? Maybe we’ll have a boys night - talk about you divine feminine creatures.”

He starts strolling back down the hall, “tell Cassian he’s welcome to join us.”

You close the door on him, dead-bolting the door so he can’t come in, turning back to reclaim your spot next to Feyre on one of the couches, Mor and Cassian next to each other on the other one.

“Now, I know we all gathered here to spend time together, but I showed up because I wanted someone to tell me what the hell is going on between you and Azriel.”

Mor stabs her teriyaki chicken with her fork, pointing it at you. You choke, trying not to laugh as the chicken falls off the fork back into the takeout container.

Cassian interrupts, his mouth full of rice as he says, “yeah what’s going on between you two?”

Your cheeks heat, all the attention in the room on you as you say, “nothing’s going on, Mor,” and grab a mouthful of sesame chicken with your chopsticks to prevent them from probing further.

It does not work. Instead, Feyre chimes in, “you guys were awfully close last night at karaoke.”

Mor points at Feyre with her fork, “she sat on his lap to and from Rita’s.”

Feyre gasps, sitting up, “you sat on his lap?” Then she looks at you with a mischievous glint, “could you feel him?”

She waggles her eyebrows as you throw an eggroll at her, earning you a soft hey in response.

“Feyre, watch your language around Cassian’s virginal ears.”

Mor spits out her drink, “there’s nothing virginal about what we do at night.”

She high fives Cassian, who is suspiciously quiet during this whole exchange.

“Hey,” you say to him, getting him to look up from his rice at you, “why’d you say it was good that my date was bad?”

“When’d I say that?” Cassian asks, tucking his phone under his thigh.

You roll your eyes, “literally yesterday when Az and I dropped off lunch for you.”

Mor whistles, “Az took you for a ride.”

Feyre’s eyes light up and you roll your eyes at her sing-song voice, still looking to your roommate. Cassian starts fidgeting, unsure what to do with his hands, “uh nothing he just was- kinda ugly.”

Your brows press down in a hard line, “okay, Cassian, he might not have been your cup of tea but he certainly wasn’t ugly.”

“But he wasn’t pretty like Azriel,” Mor chimes in, a smirk on her lips.

You throw your hands up, “whoa whoa whoa, I invited you guys over for chinese food and silly romcoms, why am I being ambushed about Azriel?”

“Because he likes you,” Feyre says, pouring herself a glass of rosé. You look to Feyre, trying to silently tell her you don’t want to have this conversation here with Cassian, but she keeps her eyes on her lo mein, a noodle slipping from her chopsticks.

“Az sure did enjoy you in the Barbie costume last night, babe.” Mor had an absolutely feral look to her as she starts, “I bet he had a fun night thinking about it with his hand wrapped around his- hey!”

You threw a pillow in her direction, trying desperately to get her to shut up.

“Hey, even Cassian thinks you guys would be cute, and he isn’t the most observant.”

Cassian picks the pillow up, hitting Mor with it again. “Thanks, Mor.”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

You turn to Feyre and the two of you make kissing noises at each other, then direct them at Mor and Cassian.

“Hey, we’re mature adults who just fool around. And do you know why we work so well?”

You put your head on your hand, looking up to Mor, “oh wise and beautiful Mor, please tell me why you and my roommate are so good at having sex with each other.”

Feyre snorts, but Mor responds, “because we talk to each other. We’re adults.”

“It’s different,” you say, going back to your chicken.

“How is it any different?”

“There aren’t any stakes for you two,” you say, and Feyre nods eagerly. “There aren’t any emotions - you two just have sex and you know that’s what you both want.”

Feyre nods enthusiastically, and you narrow your eyes at her, “and why aren’t we grilling you about the other boy? Hmmmm?”

Her cheeks blush, as her mouth opens and closes, trying to form words.

“Because she didn’t spend all of karaoke night whispering to him. Especially not during my performance.” Cassian ends his words with a huff, taking a swig of his beer.

“You mean our performance?” Mor ask, “we made it what it was.”

Cassian rolls his eyes, but lets it go, pulling his phone back out. “I’m going to order more Chinese - anyone want anything?”

Everyone’s responses echo, but you make out both Feyre and Mor asking for more crab rangoons.

Cassian lets out a soft, “it’ll be here in 30 minutes, let’s start this chick flick.”

Mor smacks him on the chest, “Pride and Prejudice is not a chick flick! It is cinema!”

As Mor and Feyre try to convince Cassian that he will love Kiera Knightley, your thoughts linger to the other side of the wall you shared. You wondered what they were up to tonight, what Azriel was doing, if Cassian and Rhys give him a hard time about you.

Of all the thoughts you had of them, the thought hadn’t occurred to you that Cassian would be texting Rhys updates throughout the night.

#acotar fanfiction #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #azriel x y/n #acotar writing

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manticore-fangs · 2 months

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Hiiii

Can you do a writing about Simon and Johnny (poly) surprising their girlfriend by coming home from deployment early?

I saw your post about wanting requests so I figured I'd pop in :)

GRAHHHH hi, sorry for late response. this is a short blurbo:(( if i have motivation i’ll write something better for you!!!

it’s definitely been a month and a half, it’s rough without your lovers and it’s damaging you inside and out. the rough days and the rough nights without them makes you ill. so i’ll in fact you throw up because you missed them so much.

you were just chopping up some fruits, a late night snack until your heard your door unlock. you didn’t even need to know who was coming in be abuse you heard the scottish man already through the door, the loud “ai’ cannae’ wai’ to see our lass” his accent thick with sleep, knowing he must’ve been tired from who knows how long.

simon hushed him, speaking, “shush johnny, don’t wanna wake her up.” but you spoke up for johnny. “it’s okay, i’m awake.” you say, looking at them as johnny steps a little faster towards you and hugs you. “i thought you weren’t supposed to be back until another few weeks?” you spoke, glad your boys came back in one piece. thanks to price.

“we got more info then we needed, classified.. but we got the bastard.” simon speaks up cause johnnys just feeling you up. making sure your alive and well. “johnny, gotta let simon have his hug too.” he huffs before letting go and being close to you like a lost puppy. you hug simon and his his cheek. mask already pulled off before he got through the door.

“missed you both too much.” you spoke, your voice cracking a bit as your eyes start watering. “i know love, we’re here now and we will be for awhile, promise you that.” and you nod before wiping your tears away and nodding, johnny kisses your neck as he hugs you from behind. “tried chopping up fruits. i’m hungry.”

“i’ll get them for you love, you and johnny can head to bed now.” simon speaks, he’s a night person. you all know it but yet you ask. “are you sure? i can still do it.” and si shakes his head, “nah, go lay down. i’ll be there.” and you nod back. johnny hovering over you. taking off his clothes and other necessities before crawling into bed, hugging you as simon comes in to give you your bowl of fruit.

you missed your boys so much but they missed you a little more.

#soap x reader #ghoap x reader #cod mw2 #cod #cod x reader #ghoap fluff #ghoap x you #ghost x reader #cod fluff

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partycatty · 3 months

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dark star johnny hatefucking his gf/bf over the balcony in his mansion, and acting like he’s gonna drop them off of the balcony if they misbehave in any way

this one has been SIMMERINGGGG in my inbox ive been too excited to write it LOLOL, also i changed this prompt just a smidge

dark star!johnny cage > fall for me

warnings: SMUT AS FUCK, UR LIFE IS BEING THREATENED BUT UR INTO IT LOL, again ds!jc is just literally insane !! also exhibitionism !! and also cnc !! jesus this man needs hella warnings!

notes: IM SORRY U GUYS HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG YOU ALL HAVE BEEN SO PATIENT SO IM REWARDING YOU

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 6*

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• dark star!johnny has a short temper, one he enjoys putting out on you. oftentimes, you didn't actually do anything, he's just mad at the idea of you going against him and that's typically enough to rile him up alone.

• this time around, you were a whopping ten minutes behind getting ready for one of his A-List parties. something about your makeup just didn't feel right no matter how many times you applied your eyeshadow or concealer, so adjustment after adjustment left johnny tapping his foot outside of the bedroom door.

• "baby~," he'd sing-song shout from the crack of the door. "this party is a big networking deal for me, and you're already fucking it up~!"

• "i didn't fuck anything up," you reply from the vanity seat, trying to focus on your lip liner. "we'll be on time, you baby."

• "don't you talk back to me!" he slams his palm again the wood, making you jump and, yet again, smear your liner. your lower your head to the vanity, bumping your forehead against the surface with a sigh.

• he eventually unlocks the bedroom door using his master key and ushers you out of the door with the temper of a toddler. his hand grabs your upper arm as you're placed into his luxury car and he drives off with a huff.

• johnny refuses to speak to you the entire time you're at the party, mostly ignoring you to bump shoulders with directors and writers. he wouldn't ever publically admit it, but roles were running dry as his agent turned up with no jobs, so he brought it up to himself to make some damn money.

• will probably call you the "ball and chain" or "the missus" in a super objectifying way as he gestures at you, trying to make the older higher-ups laugh. you had enough of it.

• deciding no longer to be his personal punchline, you wander away from the bustling, hot celebrity room and find a balcony. you were always the one to prefer fresh, open air and city skylines while johnny would rather be the one in the midst of the aforementioned city. you took advantage of this independence and leaned over the glass, savoring in the way the wind cools your damp skin.

• you only get to enjoy a few minutes in the quiet bliss before you hear the door slide open. at first, you expect it to be another partygoer hoping to squeeze in a quick smoke break, but you're horribly disappointed to be ripped from your tranquility by none other that your boyfriend.

• johnny stands at the door, fists clenched and jacket swirling in the wind. his eyes look dark, his brows furrowed.

• "where'd you go?" he asks, crossing his arms.

• you look at him like he's stupid (because he is). "the balcony?" you reply. johnny shakes his head.

• "that's not what i meant."

• "well, i left your side because i was tired of being shit on for an hour straight."

• "nobody's shitting on anyone!" johnny throws his arms in the air at your admittance, like he had no idea how cruel he was being. "they're just jokes! you're being dramatic. i thought you loved attention."

• "johnny-" you pinch your nose. "i have literally never said that."

• "but you show it! through your actions!"

• "oh my god, you're delusional," you turn away from him with a groan, trying to ignore the whiny bastard behind you. that proves a hard task when you hear his boots step up behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist and head buried in your neck.

• "you know i want you here," he mumbles into your skin, rocking you gently. you turn your face away from him, not falling for his charm.

• "you don't show it," you mutter in response, trying to take a step away from him but his grasp only strengthens.

• "i could," he hums, pressing his front to your backside. "or i could punish you for making us late."

• you swivel your head, craning your neck to glare at him. "seriously? now?" he breathes into your neck, agreeing breathlessly. "no, johnny. not here. people will see."

• "isn't that the fun part?" he grunts, grinding his hips into your ass. "don't be boring. you've been boring all night."

• his hands hike up your skirt hungrily, exposing your nearly-naked ass to the cold air. you shiver and yelp out, which only makes you jump back against him even harder. he shudders at the contact.

• "come on," he whispers, hands snaking up to squeeze your chest. "don't make me be mean. you know i don't like being mean to you." his fingers find your hardened nipples, massaging them with pinched fingers.

• attempting to crane your neck to ensure the balcony's doors are locked, johnny notices your diverted attention and holds your jaw, angling it out toward the city.

• "you see that?" he breathes, now fully grinding against you. "that's my city, baby. i'm the king of hollywood, isn't that right?"

• "i guess," you reply, gasping at his erection sliding against you.

• SMACK! johnny didn't like that answer. you lurch forward from the hard slap to your ass.

• "say it," he growls, biting your neck. "or i'm gonna make you."

• "you're the king of hollywood," your voice is comically flat, exhausted from always having to gas him up for the dumbest things. johnny picks up on your unenthusiastic tone and spins you around by your hips, sitting you on the balcony ledge. his lips latch onto your throat, sucking and biting hungrily.

• his fingers danced on your panties, sliding them aside. as much as you wanted to be annoyed with him, he is so unimaginably fine. and you're the type of person that likes to be manhandled. both traits he ate up.

• before you could say anything more, johnny's fingers dove into your mouth, collecting a good amount of your saliva before using it on your pussy, shoving two fingers inside making you cry out in surprise.

• "not here, right?" he breathes, savoring the way your breathing gets heavier and your skin warms from his touch. "then we'd better be quick. and quiet." his fingers scissor inside of you, making you moan with a hand shut over your lips.

• johnny was impatient, not finding any joy in fingering you, so he glanced behind him to ensure the coast was clear before whipping his dick out, holding his shirt up by his teeth. he lined himself up, eyes focused on your bodies merging rather than your expressions.

• didn't matter how many times you get it on, you will never be fully ready for how long his dick is. while not the thickest, it just feels seemingly endless as it's embracing your walls.

• he spins you around again, throwing your front over the balcony ledge and holding you by your hips. surely, if he were to let go, you'd fall. and it wasn't a short drop.

• "fuck," he hissed as his tip met your entrance. "i control you, isn't that right?"

• a distant "mhm" slips from your lips as johnny shoves himself inside again with a slapping thrust. his gasp slides into whimper territory as he bottoms out.

• "fuck yeah i do," he growls, now going at an unholy pace. he hated the progression of sex - it was either all or nothing. "could drop you right now."

• you're pulled from your lust when you look down, noticing the rocky way down to a small river. damn these celebrities and their hillside mansions. you swallow thickly, hoping he was joking.

• "please don't," you beg in a whisper, interrupted by gasps with each thrust. "please don't let go."

• johnny could only laugh loudly at your plea, bruising your hips with his grip as he ruthlessly pounded. he was sticking true to his word about being quick, because his breakneck pace was making your cunt flutter.

• "nobody would even notice," he moans, his shirt dropping from his teeth and falling back down his front. "i'm the star."

• "you're the star," you parrot in a sick mix of lust and fear. "you're my everything."

• "i could fucking throw you off for making us late. could drop you — haah — you like it when i play god, don't you? you wanna fall for me, baby?"

• his brows knit and eyes screw shut as he finds his release inside of you. you try hard to not laugh at the fact that his own dirty talking is making him close. his grip loosens as he concentrates, and you fearfully try to hold yourself against the balcony so you don't topple forward.

• "joh— john—" you worriedly look down again, your stomach flipping as it nears an orgasm - and potential death. "johnny, please—"

• "hmm?" johnny tilts his head, a cocky smirk on his lips and exposing his beautiful pearly white teeth.

• your brain feels torn in half. you want to beg him to hold on, but you also want to cum so badly. unable to decide on an outcome, your voice sputters out pathetic begs, not entirely coherent as your mind grows foggy with an overwhelming amount of emotion.

• thankfully, your body decides for you. your knees buckle inward and his hold on you tightens. you cry out, cumming around his dick as your voice echoes through the hills. you swear a flock of birds takes off from how loudly you orgasm.

• "haah — don't fucking fall—" johnny's hands pull you impossibly closer. "not when i'm clo— ngh —"

• you find no peace after finishing, just johnny's hips slamming into your ass as his pants grow uneven. it's not long before he spills inside of you, holding you there as you're filled up.

• johnny's the first one to pull away, pulling out and making you whimper from the emptiness. you turn around to face him, your ass still bare, red, and spilling with semen. his phone's in his hand when he snaps a couple photos of this puppy eyed look.

• "you look so pathetic," he laughs, the flash of his camera making you shield your eyes. "i bet hollywood heard those moans. all thanks to me."

• you pull up your own panties and johnny visibly twitches seeing a droplet of his cum seep through. shockingly, he places a quick, chaste kiss to your lips.

• "and you're welcome for not dropping you," he winks with a toothy grin, thinking it was some kind of joke. a deep, dark part of you knew he probably genuinely considered dropping you. you were just lucky you were only ten minutes late, who knows what he'd do if you were an hour late.

• as you're pondering your life and near-death experience, johnny returns to the party, waiting for you at the door. it would be best if you stuck by him for the rest of the party.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut #marley writes ☆

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fushipurro · 2 months

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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Chapter 2 - Synched Spirits

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☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, cowboy!au, fluff smut & a bit of angst in between, guns, mentions of blood, pet names, creampie, anal, threesome (f/m/m), gangs

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“So, you must be Clementine then, huh?”

The palomino huffs back, examining you with big brown eyes. Her ears flicker with interest, no doubt curious to the strange new human holding taking her by the lead to the other end of town. You can’t blame her for being wary, you’d feel the same if your beloved companion left you for another so you can only imagine how she and your Valentine are feeling right now.

She’s not the only one cautious of you. It’s hard not to miss the many townsfolk eyeing you down, what with how last night went. Between the robbery and your duel, everyone’s on high alert for the foreseeable future.

One would like to believe they’d be more grateful you didn’t outright kill the guy. Maybe they wouldn’t care so much if you were a man instead of a natural born, gunslingin’ woman, but sucks to suck. That drunken fool is lucky you decided to be nice and let him off with just a mangled hand. Had it happened after Valentine was stolen, the results would have been much different.

You hitch Clementine up outside the gun store, pushing past the door and greeting the shopkeeper. They’re about the only person so far today not afraid of you, but in all fairness, he’s the one with a dozen guns an arm’s length away.

“Lookin’ for anything in particular, Ma’am?”

You hum in response, scanning the available goods displayed out across the various shelves. There’s plenty of ammunition for a good price; wouldn’t hurt to replenish your pistol stocks after that duel. You decide on a few, bringing them over to the checkout counter.

“I’ll take these and…” Glancing up behind the clerk, there’s several cabinets containing an assortment of larger weaponry. A little voice creeps up from the back of your head offering a wonderful idea. “…maybe a rifle, depending on what ya have.”

He turns his back to you, unlocking one of the many units. Across the empty counter in front of you, he places down a few options, naming them as he goes, “Rolling Block, Varmint, Springfield, Bolt Action…take your pick.”

You’re instantly drawn to the Rolling Block, a girthy beauty that screams power and fine craftsmanship. “How’s the firepower on this one?” you ask, lifting the weapon up to better examine.

“You won’t find much competition with that one,” he tells you, and that’s exactly what you like to hear.

If someone dares to so much as think they can get away with stealing your horse, then you’re sure as hell going to track them down and put a gaping hole right where their heart should be. That black-haired outlaw better watch his back if he knows what’s coming. Once all is said and done with, Calamity Jane will be needing a new nickname after you usurp that throne.

“How much?”

“$187 even, Ma’am.”

Tch, that’s steep. And more than you have on hand thanks to the rest being buried in Valentine’s satchel.

You sigh, begrudgingly looking over the rest of the artillery. “How about the rest?”

“The Varmint here is our cheapest at $72 if you’re goal is hunting rabbits and other small game; otherwise the Springfield is our next cheapest at $120.”

You replace the Rolling Block in your hands with the Springfield Rifle, trying it out just like you did with the former. It’s lighter in weight with less range on the scope, but the clerk assures you that with some express or high velocity bullets, distance won’t be an issue.

“I’ll take this then.” You pass a billfold to the clerk, seething once again over why you’re doing this to begin with. Money’s hard to come by in this day and age, as far as legal opportunities go for someone like you. So help that bastard if he finds the rest of your stash and decides to take that for himself.

Leaving the store with your new weapon in hand, you’re quick to notice a gathering of lawmen outside the Sheriff’s office just across the street. A dozen uniforms with an equal number of horses all geared and ready to go.

“Who’s the Sheriff around here?” you call out, approaching the group.

“That would be me, Miss.” The crowd parts, making room for a young, white-haired man. “Sheriff Satoru Gojo. How may I be of service to you on this lovely day?”

You scoff, This guy? He’s clean as a whistle. Even the star on his chest could be mistaken for a mirror with how much he’s shined it.

Any other time and his equally bright smile might feel akin to fresh rain in the New Austin desert, but currently, it’s more like greeting the sun after a wicked night in the saloon.

“I’d like to know what’s being done about those thieves from last night.”

His blue eyes wander your figure up and down. Curious, but invasive. “You’re not with the bank, are you?”

Does it look like I’m wearing a suit or a fancy dress?

“My horse was stolen by one of those bastards and I intend on getting her back. Today,” you hiss impatiently.

Giving attitude to a man of the law may not be the smartest decision lest you desire a night behind bars, but to be fair, you have every right to be pissed given the circumstances. Had they have been competent in their line of work, then the criminals wouldn’t have gotten as far as they had or even been able to leave town in the first place.

It’s infuriating.

And the nonchalant nature of this man only pisses you off further.

“You’re in luck then, Miss…?”

You reply to the man with your name, sternness evident in your tone.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he remarks, earning a glare of disapproval from you that he shrugs off with a laugh. “My deputies and I are heading out on a lead if you want to sit tight inside.”

You place a hand over your hip, all nice and sassy with your face anything but. “I’d rather come with y’all than sit on my ass.”

Satoru takes the lead of a pristinely clean cremello stallion, its fur almost as perfectly white as the hair on its rider’s head. “I won’t stop you, but…” He pauses, hoisting himself up and over the saddle effortlessly, showing off those long legs of his. “…it could be dangerous.”

You pat the gun holster attached to your hip, just another way of showing that you’re anything but the normalcy ‘round here. “I think I’ll be just fine.”

The rim of his darkly colored cattleman hat dims his facial expression as he hunches down over the horn of the saddle, but not the light coming from that toothy grin stretching ear to ear.

“I don’t doubt that for a second, I’m aware of the duel that occurred last night.”

“Good, so then you know I mean business,” you warn, not once wavering from the eye contact with Satoru.

He outstretches his hand, beckoning for you to accept. “Of course. You want to ride up here with me then so we can get going?”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” you respond, pointing your thumb behind you at Clementine. “This girl will do just fine.”

“Didn’t steal her, I hope?” he teases in an effort to lighten the situation. It doesn’t necessarily work as you roll your eyes the moment your back turns on him. From there, you and the rest of the deputies mount up to leave town, destination unknown.

You hunker back from the rest of the posse, allowing the mare to instinctively follow while you take in the surrounding sights. You had come to this town from a different path than the one you’re marching on now, but given the view, you’ll for sure find yourself adventuring out here again in the future. The settlers here picked a beautiful spot to build the city of Valentine on. In the distance lie snow-kissed peaks and plateaus in nearly every direction, a wide-open prairie, and now the freshwater stream trailing at your side.

The stream runs clear as crystal, giving you an easy view of all the trout and pike that call it home. Measly shadows darting around in search of food and the ducks swimming along the surface. Sunlight catches on all the ripples, reflecting a dazzling lightshow of effects.

“So… what brings you to our fair city?”

You turn to your opposite side where Satoru and his majestic stallion ─ Mugen as you’ve come to discover its name to be ─ are nestled up at your side, stirrups annoyingly clashing with utter disregard for personal space.

“Do I need a reason or permission to come?”

“Well, no,” he pouts, “but as Sheriff I like to know who all is coming and going.” He further invades your bubble by leaning over in front of your line of sight, leather scrunching with every motion. “Besides, you’re an interesting change to the usual visitors. How could I not be curious?” he adds pointedly.

You sigh, giving in to his questioning. He doesn’t seem like a bad guy after all, compared to the horse thief you’re eagerly waiting to meet later. Satoru’s merely caught you on a bad day is all.

“I’m just a traveler like any other,” you drawl, a seldom undertone in your voice. “I used to call Tall Trees home, but that’s long in my past.”

“Bear country, huh?” He whistles out of surprise. “No wonder you’ve got the balls of one.”

“You could say that.” An amused huff leaves you. “Hunting bears is what ensured our survival up around Aurora Basin,” you explain, looking off in the direction of the mountains you at one point called home. “Had to watch our asses at all times to avoid Brumas or Lobo’s pack always hanging around our house.”

“Brumas?”

“Yeah, she’s a local legend in those parts. ‘A giant clad in golden fur.’” You exaggerate with your hands the sheer size of the bear. “Many doubt her existence, but my dad and I saw her firsthand one winter while hunting elk. Barely made it out intact but we made sure to leave her with a memorable scar on her face.” The memory of that day pulls the edges of your lips upwards.

“It's kill or be killed,” the words of your father sound in your head. “Either you stand your ground and fight back, or you won’t survive in this world.”

As they say, there’s always a method to the madness. Grizzly hunting as a kid is what geared you up to take no shit from others today. Especially for a lone woman carving her way through the frontier, you need to have the balls of a bear as the man next to you so sweetly described.

“Yikes,” Satoru grimaces at the fierce display of your nature stretching across your face. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“Help me get my horse back today in one piece and you won’t have to worry.” You wink.

“By my honor as Sheriff of Valentine, I will get your steed back.” He pulls a semi-auto pistol from his belt, twirling it around his finger like you’d find in those animated photographs big cities always show off. The cocky cowboy, slick as could be with the metallic extension of themselves. “I’m the strongest, after all.” He winks back.

You have to hand it to him; he knows how to make an insufferable day a little less so; like a chaser you’d have following some throat-burning liquor. All it took was just some conversation and fond thoughts to get you back in the right mindset.

A pungent smell wafts your way sooner down the path, the luscious greens of the shrubbery abruptly turn to charred remains covering the expanse of land before you. A thin boundary of life and death.

“Forest fire?” you question rhetorically at first, but Satoru offers an answer.

“Kinda, we’re approaching what used to be a town by the name of Limpany.” He pauses, exhaling a discontent sigh. “Burned to the ground last year along with the rest of what you see.”

Kinda?

“Do you know how it started?”

There’s another brief pause, enough to shift the atmosphere in an awkward direction. You aim your head at Satoru, finding his downcast expression and a bittersweet smile. He brushes his fingers through Mugen’s mane, finding comfort with his trusted familiar.

“Since you told me your story, I’ll tell you some of mine,” he begins, taking in a focused breath. “My best friend and I were once deputies together, our sights set on becoming the sheriffs of a town no one would dare mess with thanks to our presence.” A flicker of remorse passes through the depths of his blue orbs. “We had a job that went sideways, and it wasn’t the same for us after.”

“How so?”

“I went on to become sheriff like we originally planned, but Suguru started to pull back and decided on going home to Limpany for a while.”

A pit in your stomach forms, giving you a sinking suspicion as to where this story could go. Considering his mood, the destination ahead, and the reveal of someone important to his life, there appears to be more to this as a whole than just a bank robbery. Nevertheless, you allow him to speak freely.

“Suguru discovered some serious corruption going on in the town by its people. In response, he ended up decimating nearly the entire town in one night, sparing no one. From that day forward, he became a wanted criminal in the eyes of the law.”

You wonder what could have been so severe to require that much lethal force, but at the same time if you were in his shoes, you might make the same choices. It wouldn’t be that far off on things you’d do considering how you decided to get back at the men who stole the lives of your parents.

Now here you are sympathizing with the man you’re hunting for your own personal vendetta. Oh how the tables have turned once you see the other side.

“I take it this Suguru is your gold thief?”

He sighs, “Unfortunately, that looks to be the case.” As you already expected to hear.

The town comes into sight, and with that, an end to your conversation. You’re surprised to see that despite the raging inferno that had occurred, buildings remain standing all along the settlement. Crumbling and disregarded, but still feasibly sturdy.

Smoke still hovers in the air as nature has yet to blossom and overtake the land once more. Maybe once spring has truly set in, new life will occur in its wake. So far, It’s quiet, but that may not necessarily be a good sign. Satoru orders his men to disperse throughout the town, going door to door in search of any signs of the gang.

The two of you hitch your horses out front of what used to be the Limpany Sheriff’s Department. The lettering on the building has long since faded from the flames but remains legible to a degree. Next door however is a jailhouse that stands without issue, and scarce of any blemishes. While Satoru is occupied with the main building, you decide to check out what lies beyond the iron door. There’s a click as you pull the safety of the gun, cautiously opening the door and ready for whatever lies inside.

Come to find out, it’s empty. The eeriness of the room sets off a trail of goosebumps down your spine. There’s smoke damage on the walls inside, but elsewhere nothing is damaged as far as you can tell. One of the locked cells houses two adult skeletons shackled to the wall. The bones of their wrists still nestled between the cuffs. The cell across somehow felt more ominous. The door is opened, leading to an empty room which in itself isn’t a cause for concern, but the scattered loot tells a different story. You bend down to pick up once such piece.

Is this… a child’s shoe?

Your eyes widen.

No doubt that one, but multiple children were being held in this very cell for reasons unknown. Is this what Suguru had come home to find…?

“Surprised? I know I was when I first saw this.”

His voice startles you, causing your sudden turn to meet him. “Satoru, what is this?”

“Corruption,” he answers bluntly.

What a cruel world this can be to live in. And with that thought, you can’t blame Suguru for crossing that threshold of sin.

A commotion sparks up outside, drawing both of you to the door. “Sheriff, come quick!” One of the deputies calls out. You get up to follow Satoru out as the two of you are led to another section of town where lawmen have quickly begun to circle. “It looks like they camped here and left this morning! There’s fresh hoofprints everywhere too.”

“Mount up!” Satoru shouts confidently, “They couldn’t have gotten far, let’s not waste any more daylight here!”

You’re about to whistle for your horse off muscle memory when you immediately have to remind yourself that she wouldn’t be able to hear your call.

They don’t prepare you for these things.

Valentine is all you have left right now. Losing her is like losing family. As much as you find yourself resonating with Suguru, the fact remains that you’re heartbroken without her. Hopefully she’s safe and the two of you will be reunited again soon. You brush the thoughts, running off with Satoru before galloping off with the rest of the posse.

The roads outside Limpany aren’t the most well-travelled, so for any decent enough tracker, the thousand-pound impressions in the dirt are easy enough to spot. There’s evidence a wagon or two may have joined the group, all leading down the Dakota river towards the Upper Montana. Trees quickly become scarcer as you enter this new area thanks to logging companies, making it easier to see everything in front of you but at the same time, everyone can see you as well.

The group stops short of a tree line near the river to use as cover. Up ahead lies a small home and barn to match looking all too lively and full for its size. A fatal flaw in their attempt at laying low, but one you’re thankful for. Pulling out a pair of binoculars from your satchel, you investigate the scene. There’s a long, gray-haired man and another shorter bald guy walking around, weaponry in hand, and several more interesting characters around. Among the dozen horses grazing from their posts, none are Valentine.

“Are those the men we’re looking for?”

“Looks like it,” the white-haired man sighs, tightening the grip on his own pair of binoculars. “I see some other wanted faces the Outlaw Killer was looking into.”

“The Outlaw Killer?” you scoff, quirking a brow. Interesting title that speaks for itself.

“Yeah,” he snickers. “He’s a crazy bounty hunter. You’d know him if you saw him, I’m sure. Grouchy asshole that only ever wears black ─ hell, I think all his guns and even his lasso are the same color.” He rolls his eyes and an image of the blacked-out stallion and its flirt of an owner came to mind from the night before. So much for a bad temperament.

“Good to know,” you hum, raising your new rifle from its holster, taking aim at the gray-haired man first on instinct.

“Woah woah woah, what are you doing?” Satoru’s urgent voice fills your ear.

“What’s it look like?” you calmly reply, “I’m gonna pick them off one by one.” The safety clicks just as the man reaches out with a hand on the barrel to low the gun.

“I’m itching to get this done with as much as you are, but I’d like to arrest them, not kill.”

You click your tongue out of annoyance, “What’s your plan then, Sheriff?”

“Let’s just get a little closer and see what more we can learn first. It won’t do us any good if they’ve stashed the gold, and I doubt they’ll tell us anyways.”

He has a point, sadly. For now, you’ll just have to go along with it. You lean on the reins with a tap of your heel to guide Clementine. “Have it your way, but just remember that I’m not the one wearing a silver star.”

“Hey if this goes well, I’m more than happy to give you one.” He smiles, following your lead with the rest of his men. Once again, he’s got Mugen right up at your side, hunched over the saddle to see your face. “You’re just the kind of attitude we could use; that and I’m enjoying your company.” You roll your eyes but the faint smile tugging at your lips gives you away all too easily.

Being a deputy isn’t something you’ve had in mind before given your sense of exploration and all, but another way one could view it is imagining it as a means of settling down somewhere. An ever-growing supply of work paired with using your favorite set of skills to earn money; all and all giving you stability and a place to call home if you ever decide that’s what you want in life.

It's worth thinking about if he’s serious. A second option to consider on top of Kento’s.

To avoid spooking the gang, you and the rest of the posse tie the reins of your mounts to some trees a few yards back from the tree line closer to the homestead. From there, it’s all about maintaining a stealthy approach. Plenty of shrubbery dots the property, so even with the lack of tall standing trees, you’re able to keep as low a profile as you can without inciting a shootout. The rest of the men can have their fun with their hunt for gold or apprehending dangerous individuals. Your first and foremost objective is securing Valentine.

Since she’s not outside, one can only assume she’s in the barn out of sight. It’s a good size, but in desperate need of some TLC as you learn the moment some rotted wood snaps cleanly off with a simple tug. You crawl through from the back, entering the structure into a bed of hay. Looking up from the ground, you quickly find that it’s not just you stuck in a 12x12 box.

A familiar tobiano paint stands proudly, turning his head in your direction. Beautiful black and white markings cover the gelding with a splash of white on one side of its face revealing a sole blue eye. The other eye is a rich shade of brown, surrounded by black fur.

“Good boy,” you whisper to the horse, hoping to not frighten him or anyone else that may be inside to your presence. He eyes you back with a huff and some widened eyes, but thankfully their ears move in attentive patterns rather than that of aggression.

You measle around to the front of the stall, managing to swoon him with your pets between soft whispering coos. “I should steal you and show him how it feels. You want that, big guy?”

A high-pitched whinny pierces the air, drawing your eyes to your long-lost Valentine one stall over. She stomps her foot aggressively, but her warning comes all too slow before the stall door flings open. Before you can reprimand yourself for being snuck up on, let alone draw your gun, the opposing force already has their own aimed nearly point blank.

“My, I didn’t expect anyone to check here first, let alone wish to steal Uzumaki from me?”

You turn slowly towards the man you’ve been wanting to see all night and day. The same silky-haired bastard that made off with your mare. He stares you down the iron sight of a Cattleman’s revolver, holding a salacious grin as he takes amusement in this whole ordeal.

“I think it’s only fair, seeing as you stole my own horse after your little escapade in town last night.” Unlike his suave tones, your voice is laced with the venom of a diamondback rattlesnake. Just because he has you cornered, doesn’t mean you’re any less dangerous than a pit viper itching to strike.

The sound of gunfire alerts you both to the events unfolding outside the shabby walls of the stable, all with the shouting of a dozen men. The sliding door to the entrance of the barn opens with a bang, and the outlaw is quick to draw up a second revolver at the new arrival.

“Suguru, put your guns down.” Satoru says, trying to mask the hints of pain and grief beneath a stoic demeanor.

On the other end, Suguru is cheerful and keeps his sight set on the other with a cheshire smile. “Satoru~ long time no see.”

You clear your throat, reminding the two of your third wheeling presence. “Nice reunion and all, but you’re outnumbered here.”

“That may be.” he pauses, rolling his head in your direction once more. “But I’m holding the guns here so it’s up to you both to decide how you want to walk out of here.”

Funny how things ended up working out after that.

Between some more bickering, monologues, thundering hooves, and dwindling gunfire, who knew a simple suggestion to “kiss and make up” would lead to you being sandwiched between them in one of the empty available stalls occupying square bales of hay to use as surfacing.

Straw digs into your back annoyingly, but the pleasure of two cocks in either end transition you to a state of euphoria. Muffled whimpers fail to escape, instead warping around Satoru buried deep in your throat. It’s long, veiny, and curves in all the right directions. His hands find comfort over the mound of your breasts, kneading into the flesh with each thrust.

You can’t see it, but those breathtaking blue eyes look in awe of your figure adorned with a sheen of sweat and the sight of Suguru’s cock disappearing into your perfect little pussy. “So pretty,” he purrs, noting how you’re glowing brighter than any star could hope to achieve, silver or not.

Suguru’s hands brand the dipping of your hips with a bruising grip, rutting into you with his especially girthy extension. Each jerk of his body hits right into a sweet spot bringing you ever closer to undoing the knot at the base of your core.

They both momentarily pause as you begin to unravel, choking out cries that leave Satoru reeling with pleasure from the tightness of your throat. Suguru feels it too. Your gummy walls encasing around him in erratic motions. The two of them aren’t far away from their own release.

The sounds each make only serve to keep the wings of your pussy fluttering for more. Irresistibly charming, and all the more passionate given the shared history they share, and you now caught in the middle.

Suguru leans forward over you, cupping Satoru’s cheek to draw him closer, crashing their lips together in a messy embrace. That one action forces each to come undone, painting both ends of you so perfectly white. They pull out, savoring the whining noise you release from the loss. The black-haired man takes a moment to admire how you clench around nothing and the cum gushing out like a waterfall of love.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Suguru asks, and both Satoru and you simultaneously answer positively making him chuckle all low and honey-like.

“You’re doing so well, but we’re not done just yet…” Both men exchange a look, as if reading one another’s mind. Soulmatism at its finest. “Well, Satoru?”

“It’s been too long, Suguru,” he responds gleefully. Satoru then proceeds to lift your tiring body up and onto his lap, making you straddle him as the other comes around into your view. “Ready for more, princess?”

“Less talk, more stuffing,” you scoff, taking it upon yourself to line his tip with your eager cunt, graciously accepting him into the depths beyond what Suguru could reach.

“You heard the pretty lady, Satoru,” the other whispers into his ear, nibbling the lobe as he slowly thrusts up into the man. The slick coating his shaft that you provided just moments ago make for a smooth entry, earning a deep fulfilling rumble from Satoru.

His fingers slid up your thighs and over the curves of your body, pressing into the plush to bounce you on him. You saw plenty before of the cobweb of veins that marble his cock, but feeling the ridges trailing along your insides leaves you breathing out such sinful sounds. He works it like the most formal of fountain pens, writing poetry on velvet walls that could put even Shakespeare to shame.

“Fuuh-uck,” you murmur, burying your face in the crook of Satoru’s neck, shamelessly letting him contort your body however he desires. Your arms wrap tightly around his neck and hair, locking him in against your bare chest.

“Now now, don’t go hiding yourself,” Suguru says between disheveled breaths, trying not to let his pace falter as he urges your face up. He overtakes your lips, mixing sloppy kisses with nips across your bottom lip.

Satoru uses this chance to pepper your open neck with marks fashioned all in his name, biting down with more force each time his lover hits that sweet spot inside. He can feel not only his own chest tighten, but his balls as well.

Suguru breaks the kiss, but only to push the two in front of him down. The weight of Satoru comes down over you, taking your mouth against his and soaking up the taste of all the combined flavors. Suguru unleashes powerful thrusts into Satoru that force him in and out of your own body as he chases his high.

“You missed me this much, Suguru?” He gazes over his shoulder, smiling as he tries to form cock-drunk words. “S-so much more aggressive than usual, f-feels good.”

“Not a day goes by where I don’t see a reminder of you.” You can just barely make out the seldom, yet saccharine face Suguru makes, your own vision clouded with a hazy white. “It’s just like the old days with o-our new friend here.”

“Our princess here is taking us so well, isn’t she?”

“She is,” he says, and you feel feather-light touches come over your thighs that attempt to coil around Satoru for closeness. “You’re such a good girl, I bet you want to cum, don’t you?” You feverishly nod, unsure how much longer you can hold out.

“Come on, baby.” A finger moves over your clit drawing star-shaped patterns until that’s all you’re able to see. “T-that’s it,” he drawls, following soon after.

Hot ropes of cum spill out inside you once more, making a beautiful cocktail of three. Suguru mercilessly ruts into Satoru until he himself finishes, savoring the feeling he’s long since missed and relishing in the new ones you’ve brought him.

Satoru’s body relaxes leaving you trapped underneath. You take the time to brush your fingers through his hair as you come down off your high, feeling yourself ground to the Earth in the process.

Suguru pulls out, leaving a chaste kiss to you both. His delicate fingers push the hair of your face, admiring the beauty of your afterglow. You close your eyes, soaking up the feeling of one another, completely oblivious to anything else.

Well, almost oblivious.

“It’s been fun seeing you again and meeting such a lovely new woman,” Suguru starts. You open your eyes and Satoru as well to see Suguru dressed and mounted atop the tobiano. “I’ve got to get home before my daughters begin to worry. See you around sometime.” He winks, galloping out of the stable before either of you can say another word.

Satoru stands up, exhaling a defeated sigh. The plan to arrest Suguru ended up with the two of you being detained by love. Both his gang and the gold are long gone to wherever his hideout lies.

Satoru helps you up, cleaning you off as best he can before readying the horses, and yes, that means yours too.

Valentine is home, back with her family.

You.

As you sit atop her on route back to the city of Valentine, you feel a discomfort in your clothes and the crunching of parchment to follow. The source of which is a pamphlet courtesy of Suguru, detailing drawings and hints on how if you’re interested, you can use these clues to find him and his camp of outlaws.

And so, a third opportunity for your future presents itself, but that’s for the future. For now, the only thing on your mind is a steak dinner. Here’s hoping the Butcher has finished his job.

☆ Notes: KFC breakup – saloon edition

Fr this chapter was hard for me to write. I love satosugu but I’m not confident in writing them just yet :( I cursed myself so many times and had to close to document. march weather also has got me not feeling too well so that sucks.

I was kinda stumped how to transition from gunpoint to dickpoint in a way that wasn’t so dubious or noncon so I hope you don’t mind me just skipping straight to the action :3 threesome smut is hard to write for me

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk au #cowboy!au #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #satoru x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #geto x you #geto suguru x reader #gojo x you #gojo smut #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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War

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Captain Price x F!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, dub/con bordering non/con, Price is not a good person in this fic, explicit smut, themes of coercion, allusions to torture

Please take note of warnings before you proceed, I am not responsible for the media you consume.

Waking up in the damp cell you heard faint shouting of your team mates in the distance. Wincing you tried to sit up but your muscles ached, throbbed with each minuscule movement. The pungent taste of iron seeped into your tongue, suffocating your tastebuds. Running your tongue around your mouth you counted all of your teeth, some more tender than others.

As your eyes adjusted to the cell you were able to make out a small window at the top of the rotting wall. Looked like evening time, the last of the suns rays kissed the brick, a faint hum of the light above you filled the short lived silence.

After you eventually managed to sit up you realised your hands were cuffed, tight at that. The steel cuffs bit into your wrists, staining your skin a crimson red. Your head throbbed from where you were hit with the butt of a gun. The blood had since coagulated and congealed where your scalp had been split open. Bastards.

The distant telling started again, you instantly recognised the voice. Cole. Your captain. He was being tortured, well that’s what you guessed from the noises he was making. Guttural, agonising screams, his voice was hoarse and brittle. Must have been going at it long before you woke up.

Panic began to set in, the last thing you remembered was working your way through an abandoned complex looking for your target.

John Price.

He used to be the captain of a well respected team, 141. That was until one of his own was killed, he flipped, lost who he was, what he was meant to stand for. All he cared about now was war.

He wanted to punish the US army who had hired his team. He wanted to cause as much chaos and destruction that he could. He didn’t care who got in his way anymore, completed blinded by anger and hurt. Nothing is more dangerous than someone who hasn’t got anything to lose. And in this case, he’d already lost everything.

Once you felt strong enough you tried to stand, your knees were weak, your tac pants stuck to your skin from the dried blood. As you hobbled around the cell you tried desperately to find a weakness in the structure. A loose brick, a screw, a bolt, anything you could use to your advantage.

But it seems this was at a loss, the walls looked rotten and decrepit when they were actually solid. Tears stung the backs of your eyes, threatening to fall over your blood stained cheeks. You slid back down the wall and curled into a ball. So this was it? This was how you were going to die.

You led pondering your fate for a while, trying to block out the screams of your teammates. You were surely next.

That’s when your door was unlocked, you shot upright, frantically wiping away the tears from your bloodshot eyes. The end of a cigar illuminated the darkness, the orange embers gave light to a bearded face staring at you from the abyss.

‘Mmm they did tell me you were a pretty one’ he hummed from the doorway. His voice was raspy as he chewed on the cigar. ‘Knew it was a good choice to keep you for myself.’ He stepped into the room, the door squeaking shut behind him.

‘Don’t you fucking touch me’ you spat, huddling yourself into the corner, ‘what the fuck do you want?’ He sighed as he took a drag of the cigar, his eyes never leaving yours. ‘I want to know why you’re rooting round my base. I want to know what you want.’ He crouched down in front of you, gripping your jaw in his hand ‘I want to know who you are.’

Scowling up at him you chewed your lip ‘I think you know why we’re here. I know you’re not stupid.’ Smirking down at you he blew smoke into your face, causing you to cough. ‘Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Maybe I wanna hear what bullshit cover story your bosses want you to tell me. Or maybe … I just wanna have some fun with you.’

Feeling utterly disgusted you drew back and spat at him, saliva landing directly onto his cheek. ‘Feisty. I like that’ he chuckled as he wiped it away with the back of his hand. ‘I was like you once, wanted to save the world. To help people. Till I realised people just fuck you over, they twist the knife at every opportunity.’

‘You can still be like that’ you pleaded, trying to appeal to his human side. If one even existed anymore. ‘Let me go, please.’ Tears began to spill as you begged, pure adrenaline now fuelling your body. ‘Shh shh shh’ he cooed as he wiped away your tears, you began to tremble at his touch, fear took over your mind, body and soul.

He kept his hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. He watched as you shifted uncomfortably on the stone floor, hissing at the pain that permeated your joints. ‘Please let me go John’ you sobbed, all your training about interrogation out the window. Your hard exterior crushed by fear, this was everything you weren’t meant to do.

He held you firm ‘you know I can’t do that love. In fact I’d quite like to keep you.’ He trailed his thumb along your lower lip, it quivered at his touch ‘no, please I have a family. Please John.’

‘You say that as if I give a shit. But you sound so pretty when you beg. Think I’d like to hear that some more.’

Stubbing his cigar out on the floor he stood up, pulling you up with him by the scruff of your t-shirt. He pushed you flush against the wall as he slipped his thigh between your legs. The only way you’d survive is if you went along with it. It was your only option.

So you did.

He scanned your face, not really giving a shit if you consented or not. He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it. He pushed his lips against yours, grunting as he did so. His beard was rough on your skin, the taste of iron was replaced with whiskey and cigars. Forcing his tongue into your mouth you reluctantly allowed him to, his kiss was rough, demanding, humiliating.

He pushed he knee against your cunt, pulling an involuntary moan from you. As much as you hated this, hated him, you’d forgotten how good human contact could feel. Your mind was conflicted, your body responded like it should, your body enjoyed this.

But your mind.

Your mind was screaming at you to pull away, to kick him and free yourself, to run away. But it also urged you to enjoy this, to savour his touch, he relish in his kisses.

He broke off the kiss and trailed his lips along your blood and tear stained jaw. Moaning with pure ecstasy at your taste. He nipped at your neck, biting and kissing a trail of destruction along your tender skin.

A sob burst from your chest, a sob of pleasure or confusion you weren’t sure. He felt good, but you didn’t want to admit that to yourself. Feeling lost in the moment, lost in your mind you rolled your hips along his thigh. The pressure caused a rush of pleasure to run through your core.

Smiling against your skin he in did your belt and pulled your tac pants down with force. With one swipe of his finger he groaned at how wet you were, ‘fuck love, knew you wanted it. Fuckin soaking.’ You could only whimper in response, a confused haze descended over you as you desperately tried to detach yourself from this.

Jerking your forward he spun you round and slammed you against the wall, kicking your legs apart. You heard his buckle behind you and within seconds the tip of tip of his cock pushed into you. He threw his head back as your cunt greedily pulled him in, ‘so tight love, fuck’ he growled as he gripped your hips like a vice.

You kept quiet, all bar moaning and whimpering into the damp wall. He built up his pace quickly, fucking you from behind. The sound of skin on skin echoed in the cell, it made bile rise from your stomach. He stretched your cunt open as he thrust into you, you hated to admit to yourself it felt good. It felt so fucking good.

You felt a warm sensation on your pussy as he spat on his cock, desperately trying to add lubrication. ‘Taking me so well’ he praised as he slid his hand round to play with your clit. He was masterful with his touch, knowing the exact pressure and pace to use. It began to push you over the edge.

As he spanked your ass he pulled you backwards, holding your throat as he continued his assault on you. Tears streamed from your eyes as he applied pressure. Your cries were stifled, almost silenced as he nipped your ear.

He felt you tensing up on his cock, he knew you were near, he knew how to manipulate an orgasm from you. Gripping onto his forearm you dig your nails into his skin, he hissed as the skin broke. ‘I can feel you’re close. Do it. Let me feel you love. Do it. Now’ he commanded as he bit into your neck.

And just like that, he pushed you into the void of pleasure. You threw your head back on his broad chest as your orgasm swallowed you whole. You moans ricocheted off the walls in the cell, moans of pleasure mixed with a sob of regret. Regret that you enjoyed it, that you let him touch you.

That he used you.

He kept his pace going, whimpering in your ear ‘gonna cum, fuck … you’re gonna take it aren’t you?’ You stayed silent. He gripped your throat tighter ‘aren’t you?!’ Your chest heaved as you found the words you needed ‘fuck, yes … please.’ They were a strangled cry, a plea to get him to stop.

He pushed you back into the wall, thrusting himself deeper and deeper into you. With one final thrust he came deep within you. He gripped onto your shoulder as you felt him pulsate into your cunt. ‘Goddamn’ he muttered as he tried to catch his breath.

As he pulled out, you fell to you knees, vomiting into the corner of the cell. ‘Hmph, that bad am I love?’ He chuckled darkly as he refastened bis belt. Kneeling down once more he gripped your hair before whispering into your ear ‘you’re mine now.’

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queen-of-the-avengers · 6 months

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Blow Your Top Off

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: angst, being picked on and teased, blowing up and saying something hurtful

Summary: By day, you're a badass Avenger with fire powers. By night, you're a chemistry student just looking to get a degree. Things would go so much smoother if Loki wasn't there to bother you every single time.

Squares Filled: free space (2021) for @lokibingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Another successful mission down and your day isn’t even halfway over yet. Off goes your Avengers clothes and on goes your casual clothes. Your Avengers outfit consists of stretchy spandex, leather knee-high boots, knife holsters, a fire-resistant jacket and fingerless gloves, and cute cat earrings to top it off. Your public attire consists of leggings, boots that scrunch at your ankles, an oversized sweater, and a cute headband with little ducks on them.

No one would be able to tell that the badass Avenger is now a snuggly college-going woman. You grab the things you need for all of your classes and cram them into what feels like the smallest backpack ever. You grab your laptop bag and head out of your bedroom to join the others in the main room.

Only a few more semesters of this. You can do this.

“I’ll be back at two in the morning. Don’t wait up for me.”

“I don’t know how you do it,” Natasha says. “To work physically then mentally sounds exhausting.”

“It’s not easy but if I want my biochemistry degree, I have to.”

Your love for science and chemistry is almost as big as your love for being an Avenger and helping people.

“Hey,” Bruce says and comes out of his lab, “when you get back, I’ll have the lab unlocked for you.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you guys later.”

A lot of the time, you, Bruce, and Tony would spend time together in the labs to create different chemicals and hone your skills as a scientist. They do their best to push you to the limit which you’re thankful for. There are things you won’t learn in college that Tony and Bruce can teach you. You leave the tower and walk down the street to the nearest subway. You don’t have a car but you like taking public transportation. It helps you calm your mind before a stressful day in school or at work. You don’t have to worry about driving laws or other people because you can sit back and focus on other things.

People pass by you without a second glance because they don’t recognize you without your Avenger gear on. You’re kind of glad that you’re not seen as a celebrity like Tony. You like separating your personal life and work life. You’re not paying much attention to those around you but you do notice when you see familiar black shoes in your vision.

Loki saw you leave the tower and decided to join you on your walk to school. Out of all the Avengers you deal with, Loki has to be the worst one. It started off as a dislike but it’s creeping into annoyance and hatred territory. All he does is play pranks on you, always trying to one-up you on missions, annoys the shit out of you, and generally isn’t a good person when it comes to you. To others, he’s quiet and minds his own business so you don’t know why you’re the outlier.

“Leave me alone, Loki,” you sigh and continue to walk.

“What? It’s good to have a buddy in the city. You never know when someone will come up to you and grab you.”

“If they try that, I’ll burn them,” you smile sarcastically. Not only are you a badass Avenger, but you also have fire powers you know how to use well. You look at Loki with fire in your eyes. “Do you want a demonstration?”

Loki chuckles, completely unaffected by your threat.

“Darling, I’d ice you out before you even got the chance.”

“Don’t call me that,” you glare and walk faster to get away from him.

“Whatever you say, love.”

You two get to the subway and walk onto the same subway car. The bastard even sits next to you even though there are other empty seats around. Since it’s past eight at night on a weekday, the subways have been cleared of everyone bustling to and from their jobs. You put in your headphones to block out Loki’s chatter even though he continues to talk.

You’re not sure why he’s going to the same college as you, or why he’s even going to college in the first place. He claims he wants to try more human things like college but you don’t believe him. He got himself enrolled in the same classes as you as if he’s actually interested in chemistry. You’re here to work hard to further your career while he’s here to mock you.

He uses magic to cheat for the right answers, which is another reason why you hate him. He can do things effortlessly and nothing bad ever happens to him. The subway ride only takes twenty minutes but being with Loki makes it feel like it’s for longer.

For the first class you two have, Loki tries to disrupt your train of thought or messes up your notes so you have to start all over. He continues this behavior for your next two classes so much that you’re about ready to burn this entire building down with him inside of it. He’s picking something off your sweater and is talking about something he noticed about the previous Avengers mission and it’s starting to get to you.

You grip the sides of your desk and allow your fire powers to flare angrily. Your powers even burn the edges of the desk to a dark char.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I will blow your fucking head off,” you hiss at him.

By the last class, you’re just trying not to cry. Loki is really pressing your buttons and you’re trying to be nice and civil about it. If he continues then he’s not going to like what comes out of you. For someone with fire powers, you’re usually very tame. However, when you get pissed, everyone better stays out of your way because you can be very harsh.

“I’m warning you right now, stop,” you whisper to him.

Loki pokes your side once and that’s enough to make you blow up. You stand up so angrily that you kick your chair back several feet behind you.

“Shut the fuck up!! God, you’re an annoying little prick!” you scream at him. Everyone, including the teacher, stops what they’re doing to look at you. “No one at the tower wants you there, you’re always butting into everyone’s business like it’s yours, and I’m shocked you were ever loved in the first place! Odin should have left you on Jotunheim! No wonder people like Thor better!”

Loki stares at you with his mouth open and hurt written across his features. Yes, he knew this was coming. He knew if he continued to bug you, this would come out and bite him in the ass. He just never knew how much it’ll hurt.

“Y/N! Loki! Please exit my class,” the professor scowls. “Make your way to the Dean’s office.”

You huff in anger and gather your things while Loki sits there dumbfounded. He brought this on himself but he can’t help but feel hurt at your words. You’re the first one out of the classroom with Loki trailing behind you slowly. The Dean didn’t have anything helpful to add since she told you to go talk to the counselor who might help with your anger issues.

You’re not sure why this is necessary but you don’t want to get expelled from this school. You’ve worked too hard to let Loki ruin it all for you, so you go to her office without question. You and Loki have been sitting in her office for the past thirty minutes without saying a word to each other.

“Do you have anything to say to each other?”

You turn away from Loki without looking at him, proving to him that you really don’t want to look at him. It took everything in you not to use your powers on him.

“Okay, we’re going to try something.” She reaches into her desk and produces two pens and two pieces of paper that she passes to you two. “You’re going to write something you like about the other. Just one thing. Can you do that or should I get the Dean in here?”

The fear of getting expelled is enough for you to comply with her silly request. You cross your legs and use your thigh as a base so you can write on the paper. Loki sees you doing this so he decides to do this, too. You peek over at Loki to see something shining on his wrist. He always has the best things to wear since he brings them from Asgard. On his wrist is a shiny gold bracelet that has the stars woven into the sides of it.

It’s pretty, you guess. You can’t think of anything else since you’re still pissed at him so you write that you love his bracelet. Once you’re done, you fold the paper and hand it over to Loki. He’s finished writing and folded his own but only takes yours instead of exchanging it. He opens it, reads it, folds it back up, and pockets it.

“What about my note?”

“I couldn’t think of anything.”

He grabs his bag and leaves the office before you can say anything to him. The counselor sighs and writes something down on her pad.

“Listen, I’ve seen your record. This is your first offense. I only wanted to keep the peace here. Don’t do it again.”

You grab your bag with a huff and leave her office without another word. Prick, you think to yourself. Loki isn’t there when you ride the train back to the Tower. You’re so exhausted that you’re not even going to go into the lab to do some extra work. Your mind is too preoccupied with Loki to care about anything else. What you said was mean and you shouldn’t have said it, but he makes you so fucking pissed.

You walk into your room and dump your bookbag onto your bed so you can put everything away. You get to the last few items when you see a plastic baggie at the bottom of your bag. It wasn’t there when you left the Tower earlier. Inside the baggie is Loki’s bracelet and a note. You open the note and read Loki’s delicate handwriting.

I couldn’t think of just one thing. Everything about you is amazing. I am sorry for bothering you.

If you felt bad before, you feel guilty now. Loki has had a thing for you ever since he came to the tower, but he doesn't know how to deal with these new emotions. Everyone always chose Thor instead of him. He never ended up with the girl so he never got the feeling of liking someone. He messes with you because at least your attention is on him, but he never knew just how bad he was affecting you.

What the hell are you going to do now?

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someplace-darker · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 11: Erotic Photos | Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Pairing: Jake "hangman" seresin x reader (no y/n)

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+, PWP, Nudes, Erotic photos, fingering, finger sucking, semi public sex (they are literally still on base), reader is afab but no pronouns are used

Summary: The only way you're able to get Hangman to shut up is creative to say the least.

A/N: aaaaand 2/2 is done for the night. Honestly pretty proud of this one as well, idk what the need for hangman is but he's a sexy bastard and i want to punch him in the face. Enjoy.

There is one thing you know for certain about Hangman; and that is that he is the biggest asshole you’ve ever met in your entire life.

That of course, did not stop you from sleeping with him, that cocky smile and ‘i’m perfect at everything i do wink wink’ behavior enough to draw you in like a moth to a flame. You’d give it to him, he definitely had the right to be cocky, he was the best sex you’ve ever had in your entire life. However, he’s also the brand of asshole that grinds your nerves more than any other person is possibly able to.

Especially right now, gloating over the dogfight training exercise he somehow managed to win against Phoenix in the middle of a lesson. It might be different if it just happened, but it had not, it happened two days ago. The air in the room is tense which is impressive considering it’s mostly large open space. Rooster’s told Jake to shut up about four times, Maverick’s had his face in his hand for the past five minutes, and Phoenix looks like she’s two seconds away from making him a statistic.

His eyes pop over to you as if he can feel your unimpressed gaze from the other side of the room, throwing a wink your way before opening his mouth again. “I mean come on, if we’re going to get this mission done the right way, wouldn’t it be better if someone who can actually make a shot leads it?”

You’ve refrained from getting involved so far, too worried about that fat fucking mouth of his accidentally giving too much away about your relationship if you did. Jake has only been silent a few times, one of them being the first time he saw you naked. That memory makes an idea form, pulling your phone from one of the many pockets in your navy-issued pants and unlocking it under the table.

It takes a few seconds of scrolling in your pictures before you find what you need, clicking on three images and selecting share, carefully tapping his icon in your messages before sending them. You set your phone on your lap and wait, glancing up just in time for the notification to buzz his. Phoenix is busy telling him off when he picks it up to check, smile immediately dropping to a doumbfounded look when he opens your message.

You can see the clench in his jaw from your seat, a burning feeling in your chest when he is finally able to tear his eyes away from the screen long enough to glare at you. In return you shrug, putting on a look of faux confusion before looking back to Monica who seems delighted that he’s finally shut his mouth. It’s quiet for the first time in twenty minutes and Maverick is quick to take notice, removing his hands from his face and sighing “you guys done now?”

Hangman clears his throat, blinking back down to his phone one more time before clicking it off and returning his attention to the front “yes Captain.”

You’re quick to make it to a locker room after Mav dismisses all of you, politely declining Bob’s invitation to join the rest of the group for drinks, instead opting to wait for Jake who you know is going to say something about your move.

Of course you’re right, the metal door opening and shutting quickly after you’ve changed out of your flight suit. You don’t bother turning to look at him, his torso pressing to your back. Sometimes you forget how broad he truly is compared to you, and now is one of the times where you’re instantly reminded. No time is given to dwell on it, his phone being stuck in front of your face before you can say anything.

The pictures you sent him are on full display.

One is of you kneeling in front of a mirror with no clothes. The next of your cunt with your fingers buried inside. And the last picture most recently- a blurry snapshot of you on your hands and knees in front of him as he fucks you with a hand in your hair, mascara running down your face.

“Mind explaining what the fuck this is?” his tone is blunt, voice low and gravelly against your back. You shrug, pushing his hand out of your way to hang up the last of your stuff. The second your locker is shut his hands are on you, spinning you around and backing you into the metal until you’re eye level with him. Jake is many things, and intimidating is definitely one of them, but it only makes you yearn for him.

“What?” you exhale, cocking your head to the side and smirking “can’t take being speechless?” You’re playing with fire and you know it, you might as well be a professional, but the way he squints and trails his gaze up and down your body has you excited.

His knee slots between your legs, the now thin fabric of your shorts doing absolutely nothing as a barrier. “You think it’s so cute to send those pictures to me like that, why don’t we make more, huh?” You open your mouth to respond but end up moaning when he bounces his knee against your pussy. Instead you can only nod eagerly, fumbling for your phone and putting it in his hand.

Hangman opens the camera on your phone before reaching to tug your shirt up over your chest, hooking his finger in the center of your bra and pulling down to put your tits on display. Hunger flashes across his face, rolling your nipple between his fingers and pinching until you whine, the familiar shit-eating grin returning to his mouth.

“You’re an asshole,” you grit out, fighting your own pleasure just to be able to bite back at him for a millisecond.

“Maybe,” he replies, trailing his finger from your chest down past your navel before pushing underneath the waistline of your shorts and finding your clit “but you seem pretty eager, so I can’t be all that bad.”

You hate that he’s right, you hate his stupid fucking face, but god you need him so badly it’s near painful.

He holds your phone up and leans back so you’re completely in frame, circling your clit with his fingers until your mouth drops open in a gasp. “Smile,” he coos condescendingly before snapping the picture, flash making your eyes burn and your head spin. It’s delectable.

“Jake,” you whine, bending your knees to lower yourself further onto his fingers and leg, not caring how desperate you may appear right now. He leans forward to press his mouth against yours harshly, teeth gnashing together briefly before turning into a tangle of spit and tongues.

Hangman readjusts his hand to push into your pants further, curling two fingers into your cunt and pumping them in and out until you’re panting against his lips. The ventilations lines of the locker are digging into your back but you can’t seem to care, the palm of Jake’s hand pressing against your clit as he fingers you like his life depends on it. Once more he’s pulling away to snap a picture, this time looking more wrecked than before, lips swollen and red from his kiss while his hand is further down your shorts.

“Close,” you whimper, grinding down onto his hand.

“So desperate,” he comments, pressing his forehead to your sweat coated hairline, and it’s somehow the most intimate part of the entire situation. His fingers curl faster now, bouncing his knee for added friction, whispering sweet nothings that you barely catch until your knees give out. The only thing that keeps you from falling to the ground as you cum is his leg between yours and his arm pressed to your body.

This is the closest you’ll get to flying outside of the cockpit of your jet, satisfaction and thrill chasing each other up and down your spine. “Good,” he sighs and pulls his hand from your pants once you stop twitching, his fingers coated in your cum. He brings his hand up to your mouth and leans back to take two more pictures, one of you sucking your orgasm off of his hand, eyes dark and focused on the lens as tears streak down your cheeks. The last of you sticking your tongue out as it drips from your mouth to your chest.

Jake helps you readjust your clothes and brush stray hairs out of your face, placing your phone in your back pocket.

“Next time you want to pull a stunt like that, send me those. I think they’re going to be my favorite,” he smiles one more time before kissing you with a surprising gentleness. Then, he steps back and clicks his tongue, winking at you “see you friday.”

He exits the room and leaves you reeling, sated and with a few more pictures in your camera roll than before.

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theemporium · 1 year

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[REQUESTS OPEN]

a belated happy birthday to the biggest rafe sympathiser i know @1986harrington enjoy the shameless smut between the two hottest characters on the stupid boat show that brought us together :) it’s also severely unedited but you have waited long enough so hey ho ignore the mistakes

[4.7k] when sneaking around with boys from different worlds is all fun and games until you get caught. and they get curious. (smut)

It was wrong.

You didn't owe either of them anything, and you never gave the impression that what you shared with each of them was exclusive. You didn’t even expect them to return the favour.

But still, deep down, underneath all the pleasure and thrill, you felt a little bad.

Not that that would make you stop. How could you stop?

It was addictive. Something so primal and unexplainable about nights shared between the two boys, nights where neither of them knew about the other, nights where they thought they were the only ones to have you. No one would ever understand, you were sure there were a handful of names and phrases they would throw at you if they ever did discover your secret.

But you didn’t want to stop.

You thought you were being clever with it, that you were getting away with it. You knew there was a risk, but that was a part of the thrill—the fact you could get caught.

You just didn’t expect it to happen like this.

It was a weekday, a simple Wednesday and the last thing you expected was a guest. You had been sat on your bed, phone in hand as you aimlessly scrolled through with your textbook open before you in some false pretence of studying for the test you had later that week.

You hadn’t been bothered with your outfit—simple sleep shorts and a tank—when you heard three, consecutive raps against your window.

Frown painted on your lips, you made your way towards the window to pull the curtains back, only for your eyes to widen at the familiar blond seated on the edge. You quickly unlocked the latch, pulling the boy into your room before he lost his balance on the thin slit of wood.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, heart thundering in your chest and a smile unknowingly growing on your lips at the roguish smirk on his lips.

“I was passing by the neighbourhood,” JJ stated simply with a shrug of his shoulders.

You raised your brows. “Were you now?”

“I might have gone on a little detour,” he added with a wink, and you couldn’t even blame your body for the way you flushed in response. He was a pretty boy with even prettier charm, and god, did he know it.

“My parents could hear,” you said, though it wasn’t a very convincing argument nor had it ever stopped either of you before.

“Is that an offer to find a way to keep you quiet?” JJ countered, his fingers already instinctively reaching for you as they slipped beneath the hem of your tank and glided against your heated skin.

Your lips twitched. “Got any ideas?”

“I can think of a few, princess,” he murmured as he ducked his head down, his lips against the skin of your neck and you couldn’t help but lean your head back with a happy sigh.

JJ Maybank was one of those boys that were so naturally pretty, that it hurt. The ocean blue eyes, the surf swept and tousled blond hair, the killer smile and the taste of sea-salt on your tongue. He was the kind of boy your mother warned you about, that pretty face that was so inviting but you knew had the power to break your heart.

He was the definition of a pogue, and maybe that added knowledge just made him ten times more tempting to you. He was the last thing you should ever want, and yet the forbidden nature of it all made you crave him even more.

Between the heated kisses and lingering touches hidden away in the shadows, knowing that JJ Maybank was the last person you’d want to be caught with was what made you keep coming back for more.

He was bad news for a good kook girl like yourself, but then again, the same bastards that made those rules clearly had never tasted JJ Maybank.

“Jay,” you murmured in a breathy sigh as he began to guide you through your room in small, shuffled steps until the back of your knees hit the mattress and you fell back against the bed. You barely had a chance to push yourself further up the bed when he was already crawling over, his lips pressing kisses on any visible patches of skin before he made it to your lips.

“Say my name so pretty,” he muttered against your lips, and you just knew that if you pulled back now, you’d see a smug smile on his lips.

“Maybe if you put that mouth to use, you’ll hear it a lot more,” you retorted, albeit in a breathless voice, but the snap was still there and it thrilled the blond as much as it thrilled you. To the world, you were a little goody-two-shoes, but behind closed doors was a whole other story.

“Making demands now, princess?” he mused as he pulled back enough so he could see your face, his fingers tracing down your jaw as he spoke. “Got any more orders, Your Highness?”

“Yeah,” you nodded and flashed him an innocent look. “Take your damn clothes off, Maybank.”

His grin was wide. “Your wish is my command, princess.”

His moves were always quick and agile, kneeling at the bottom of the bed as he tugged the tank top he was wearing over his head and threw it on your bedroom floor. His hands moved to his shorts, but you slapped his hands away as you took over, undoing the button before looping your fingers through the material and tugging him back down over you.

“So impatient,” he teased as he moved to push the material of your tank top higher up your stomach.

“I just know what I want,” you said to him with a certain spark in your eyes.

“And what’s that?” JJ asked, eyes darkening in interest.

“Want to know my dirty fantasies, Maybank?”

He bit down on his lip, trying to hold back his groans. “Oh baby, there’s nothing more that I wanna know.”

You grinned. “Then earn it.”

His lips were on yours before you could even finish your sentence, the material of your tank pushed further up until it was tucked just beneath your tits. His thumbs brushed against the skin of your stomach, smiling in delight as your body shivered with the light touches. There were a handful of ideas in his head, so many ways he wanted to take you on these prissy pink sheets with your parents just down the hall, but he couldn’t quite choose one—he wanted you to choose, he wanted you to choose how he’d ruin you. He wanted you to choose—

“Well, isn’t this an interesting development?”

Both of your heads snapped towards the door as the unfamiliar third voice sounded through the room.

And much to your own fucking horror and embarassment, it was Rafe Cameron who stood leaned against the door, arms crossed over his chest and an unreadable emotion darkening those ice blue eyes of his.

It shouldn’t have thrilled you as much as it did.

“What the fuck?” JJ spat at the kook casually standing a few feet away, using most of his body to cover yours even if the sight was nothing Rafe hadn’t seen before. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Rafe raised an unamused brow. “I could ask you the same thing, pogue.”

The blond’s glare hardened. “I don’t think you can.”

Rafe’s gaze moved towards yours, and you knew he wanted to hear you say it. He wanted to hear the words come out of your mouth.

“Got some light you wanna shed on the situation, sweetheart?” he asked with his head tilted, and maybe it should’ve intimidated you but it didn’t. It really didn’t.

“I–” you suddenly sat up on the bed, not bothering to pull the tank top down even when two sets of eyes settled on the plain of your torso. “I can explain.”

“That would be ideal,” JJ gruffed out, eyes narrowing at the other boy before he looked back at you.

You looked between the two boys, both so fucking different from each other and yet you craved them all the same. They couldn’t be more different, and yet the thing that connected them was you. You were all they had in common and, selfishly despite the moment you were currently dealing with, you didn’t want that to stop.

“Never heard you so quiet in the bedroom before,” Rafe mused, his words thick with lust, rage and something else that made you clench your legs together. “Then again, never thought you’d slum it down with a pogue so I guess there is a first for everything.”

“Because your prissy kook ass is so much better?” JJ countered with a scoff.

Rafe’s brows furrowed together. “Yeah, actually–”

“Stop!” you hissed at the two of them, pushing yourself off the bed as you stood in the space between the two of them. “Both of you stop this pissing contest, it reeks of fragile masculinity.”

This time it was JJ who spoke, something mixed between confusion, lust and anger painted across his face like he couldn’t quite decide himself how he felt.

“What the fuck?” he gritted out.

“Don’t give me that look,” you said with a scoff when you saw Rafe giving you a similar look.

“One wasn’t enough?” Rafe commented.

“I didn’t hear you wanting to be exclusive,” you snapped back, looking between both boys. “Neither of you.”

“So what? You open your legs for a pogue?” Rafe sneered.

“Jealous?” you retorted and the boy’s shoulders tensed, which only made your smirk widened. “Oh, you are.”

“I’m not,” Rafe muttered, though it wasn’t very convincing.

“Jealous I didn’t come running to you, Rafe?” you continued to push him, hearing the blond behind you let out something between a scoff and a laugh.

Rafe’s eyes narrowed. “You still did in the end, didn’t you?”

JJ chuckled. “Only when she was desperate enough.”

Rafe’s tongue pressed against his cheek as he glared at JJ before his eyes found yours again. “So, who was it?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Who was what?”

“Who was better, sweetheart?”

“Better?”

You could feel the heat of JJ’s chest pressed against your back before you felt his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

“He wants to know which one of us fucks you better, princess,” JJ murmured, his words feeling thick and sweet despite the snarky undertone.

Your breath hitched and the blood roaring in your ears seemed very hard to ignore now as you stared ahead at Rafe, who had closed the distance until he was just inches away from pressing his chest against yours.

“Answer us,” Rafe spoke so softly, but his words were a command.

“I–” you opened your mouth but no words came out.

Rafe raised his brow.

“Need a little reminder?” JJ’s voice was lower, rougher as his fingers skimmed along your neck as he pushed your hair over one shoulder. His head dipped down, tip of his nose brushing against your skin as he placed a soft kiss at the base of your neck.

“I think she needs a reminder how well a proper man can fuck her,” Rafe said as though you weren’t standing right there, as though it was just JJ he was talking to.

You could feel JJ’s breathy laugh on your neck. “I don’t think a kook prick like you could give her what she needs,” he murmured. “She likes it rough.”

Rafe’s darkened gaze met yours. “Oh, I know.”

Your body was buzzing, humming, thrumming as you tried to remind yourself that you needed to breathe and your lungs needed air. But it was hard when Rafe was staring at you like he wanted to devour you and JJ’s hands gliding up and down your arms was making you want to melt into his embrace.

“Let’s let her decide,” Rafe suggested so casually like you weren’t seconds away from exploding. “Let the best man win.”

JJ’s fingers circled around your wrists. “Hope you aren’t a sore loser, Cameron.”

“I never lose, Maybank.”

You barely had time to process their words, let alone remind them that you were standing right there, before Rafe’s hands were on either side of your cheeks and he was pulling you towards him as your lips met his in a sloppy kiss.

It was instinctive to let out a gasp, your lips parting just so slightly but it was enough for Rafe to slip his tongue inside you, a low groan of appreciation emitting from the back of his throat. He was intoxicating, and his kisses were no fucking different.

“Kiss her like you mean it,” JJ muttered against your neck, teeth lightly scraping against the spot below your ear that he knew made your knees buckle.

Your hands reached back for him like you needed to know he was there, like you needed to feel them both to keep you sane or otherwise you’d lose your mind. But before you could even grip the belt loops of his shorts and pull him closer, he was slapping your hands away. A small whine climbed up the back of your throat, only to quickly die down when he gripped both your wrists in one hand, keeping them pressed against your back.

“Shhh,” JJ cooed mockingly as you tried to fight his grip for a solid few seconds before giving in, the smug smile undoubtedly painted on his face. “Don’t worry, pretty girl, I know what you like.”

Your breathing was close to panting when Rafe pulled away slightly, your head moving forward to chase him but his fingers pressed into your cheek and kept you in place.

“Focus on me, doll,” he murmured, his eyes locked on your lips with a look that only thrilled you. “You hear me?”

You nodded your head dumbly.

“Good.”

It was too much. Too fucking much all at once and yet you never wanted it to stop.

The bruising kisses, the passion and anger poured into these fucking kisses that made your brain stop working. You didn’t even realise kisses could affect you so much, and yet here you were, thinking you could reach heaven with his kisses alone. Or maybe hell. Whatever made him keep kissing you.

But then there was JJ, with his lips all over your neck and shoulders and collarbone. There was the way he was gripping your hands in one of his own, that small bit of attention and authority making a wave of pleasure rush down your back. There was the way his other hand glided up and down your body until his pinky was playing with the waistband of your shorts, just enough to tease you.

The whine you let out was only swallowed by Rafe’s kisses.

“Hm, always a desperate thing, aren’t you?” JJ whispered to you as his finger dipped beneath the waistband, teasing along the edge of your cotton panties. “Never took much to get you wet, princess.”

You could feel Rafe’s smirk against your lips.

“Bet you’re fucking soaking, loving all the attention,” JJ continued as his hand dipped beneath the barriers between him and your cunt, a breathy chuckle fanned over your heated skin as his fingers slid along your lips. “Oh princess, you are fucking loving this.”

“Please,” you breathed out between kisses.

“Want me to touch you? Want me to make you feel good like I always do?” he asked and he could feel the way your body shivered against him at his words. “How can I say no to my princess?”

It was hard to focus on the way Rafe was kissing you or the way he nipped your bottom lip to get your attention. It was hard to focus on anything except the way JJ’s thumb pressed against your clit in slow circles, a choked whine leaving your lips as your body surged forward.

“Is he making you feel good, doll?” Rafe’s voice was rough and hoarse as he spoke, your forehead pressed against his shoulder as JJ’s fingers worked against your soaking cunt until you were weeping for him, until you were begging to have him inside you. “Is he making you feel as good as I do?”

“I–” But the words were cut off by a pathetic moan when JJ finally slipped a finger inside you. Slow, far too fucking slow and you could feel the smugness oozing from him when you clenched around the single digit.

“Fucking look at me,” Rafe commanded, his fingers tangled in your hair as he tugged your head back so you were staring up at him, eyes glossy and lips swollen, and god they had barely touched you and you looked like a fucking wet dream.

“Shit,” you moaned, eyes fluttering close as another finger slid inside you, curling in a way that only JJ seemed to be able to do and your knees buckled in response. You were pretty sure if you weren’t sandwiched between the two men you would have fallen.

“Come f’me, princess,” JJ groaned in your ear, his grip tightening around your wrists. “Show the kook bastard what a good girl you are for me.”

Your lips parted in a silent scream, muscles tensing and body locking as the pleasure washed over you. You could feel the heat of their bodies and your own, it was overwhelming and suffocating and still not enough and despite the fact you had white dots sprinkled in your vision you wanted more.

You wanted everything they had to offer.

“Cute show,” Rafe commented, his thumbs caressing the apples of your cheeks as he pulled you closer to him. “But that was nothing, Maybank.”

You were pretty sure either of them could have asked for anything at that moment and you would have given them it. Your mind felt fuzzy and your legs still a little shaky and when you turned your head to look at JJ, seeing him slide the fingers that were inside of you into his own mouth, you were quite certain this would be the night you died.

“Take this off,” he murmured as his hands fell to her waist, tugging at the hem of her tank top as he did. He didn’t give much choice in the matter, not that you minded. Somewhere in your post-orgasmic bliss, the way Rafe made demands made your thighs clench together.

Except it wasn’t your hands that pulled the fabric over your head. The rough calluses brushing against your skin made you shiver as JJ pulled the tank top over your head before making work on your shorts and panties too, the way the boy was so soft at undressing you made your head spin.

But you couldn’t look away from the way Rafe was staring at you, with a hunger in his eyes you knew all too well and it sent a thrill down your spine.

“Gonna do what I say, right, doll?” Rafe asked softly, almost like he truly cared what you wanted as he pulled you closer to him by your hand, guiding you as he walked back towards the bed.

You nodded dumbly.

You gasped a little at the sharp sting on the side of your thigh as Rafe pulled you to stand between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Words.”

“Yes.”

“Atta girl,” he murmured as his lips twitched upwards. “Take a seat, darling, so I can show that dirty little pogue how you really like it.”

During your escapades with Rafe, you were pleasantly surprised by how much time the boy liked to spend between your legs. You would have thought of him as a selfish lover, someone who cared more about his own needs than his partner’s.

However, it became very clear that the time he spent between your legs was purely selfish for him. No matter how much you moaned or whined or cried, the boy would pin your hips to the mattress until he was done with you. He decided when he was done. He decided how many times you would come before he finally gave you his cock like you’d beg him for.

But this was new.

You were used to being sprawled out on the bed, clenching the sheets between your fists as you cried out for him. Now, your thighs were burning as you hovered above him, not quite ready to commit but the darkened look in his eyes gave you a very clear idea on how quickly his patience was dwindling.

“Thought you were a good girl,” Rafe grumbled, his hands squeezing the fat of your thighs as he tugged you down. “My obedient girl.”

“Rafe–”

“Shut up,” he murmured before his arms wrapped around your thighs, closing any remaining distance between you both until you were sat on his face.

“Shit,” you gasped, still sensitive and soaking from JJ’s hands minutes ago but the feeling of Rafe’s tongue lapping against your cunt like a starved man was too good. The noises he made, the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head, even the way he fucking tightened his grip on your thighs like he was scared you’d disappear.

This was about Rafe and his pleasure, nothing to do with you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you repeated, mixed with breathy whines as your hips began to roll against his face, his nose nudging your swollen your clit that you couldn’t help but reach out to grip the headboard for support. There were days your hands would be tangled in his hair, but the buzzcut prevented that now—not that you were complaining at all about the haircut.

“You look pretty with your tits bouncing like that,” JJ’s voice made you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, eyes glossy and hooded as you whined helplessly as the man below you ate you out like it was a fucking sport.

“JJ–” you choked on a whine when Rafe pinched your thigh, clearly not happy about hearing another man’s name on your lips.

“Look prettier when you’re bouncing on my cock though,” he commented thoughtfully, one hand turning your head so he could sloppily kiss you whilst his other one rounded your body and pinched your nipple between his fingers.

The whine you let out was embarrassing.

It was like you could feel them everywhere, both pairs of hands exploring your bodies in ways that you never wanted to stop. You couldn’t let them stop. Hell, if you had known that being caught by them would lead to this, you would have done it weeks ago.

You could barely keep yourself straight by the time you came on Rafe’s tongue, you had tears in your eyes and your legs were shaking as the boy gripped your thighs, not quite ready to let you go yet. And the blonde behind you was no better, so lost in slow and lazy kisses whilst he cupped and groped your tits like it was the first time he had ever touched them.

But the whole night had been about you: them touching you, them pleasing you, them whispering the filthiest things known to man in your ear. And you were greedy and insatiable, and you wanted them to just let go. You wanted to know how fucking close they were to snapping.

“I think it’s a tie,” you told them, still panting and breathless as you leaned back on JJ’s chest. “And you haven’t been fair.”

JJ sounded amused, his face nuzzled against the crook of your neck. “Fair?”

“You’re both wearing far too many clothes,” you said nonchalantly.

As soon as the words left your lips, you could almost feel a shift in the air. It was like the night had been leading to this moment, like it was some sort of twisted plan set up by the universe that was finally coming to be. It felt like you were finally getting what dirty fantasies and hopeful dreams had made you crave in the dark, lonely nights where neither boy was warming your bed.

It shouldn’t have turned you on the way they moved your body like you weighed nothing, like you were a toy for their pleasure and amusement alone. It shouldn’t have turned you on the way their eyes glimmered with lust and desire as you pulled their boxers down. It shouldn’t have turned you on the way they fucking consumed you—and yet, here you fucking were.

“God, this fucking ass,” JJ groaned from behind you, his hips slapping against yours as he thrusted in and out of you, a steady tempo that just wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you wanted him deeper, you wanted him harder. But here he was, gripping the fat of your ass as he pounded into you from behind.

But you couldn’t even beg or cry for more, you couldn’t bat your eyelashes and play him like you knew would have him doing anything you wanted. You couldn’t do anything with Rafe’s cock hitting the back of your throat, tears running down your cheeks and your cunt clenching around JJ as the boy slowly lost his control.

“Look so pretty choking on my cock,” Rafe muttered between gritted teeth, fingers lost in your hair as he bobbed your head up and down. “My fucking girl is made for my cock, hm?”

You moaned around his dick, unable to help yourself as you body lurched between the two boys.

You couldn’t keep count on just how many times they made you come, and how many times they let you get close before pulling you away. Because despite their competition and differences and rivalry, the one thing the boys seemed to have in common was that they fucking loved to see you beg for their cocks.

They loved that the little good girl kook was a slut, just for them.

“Taking me so fucking well,” JJ moaned, skin slapping against skin echoing through the bedroom and he couldn’t have been more fucking glad that your parents were out. He knew you loved it when he was vocal, and god, he loved it too.

“Gonna take it all, sweetheart?” Rafe goaded, heavy breathing mixed with soft curses as he felt your tongue wrap around the tip of his cock. “C’mon, we know you can. Be our good girl, yeah?”

“Take it all,” JJ said it like it was a command and it was your undoing, the orgasm completely wiping you out as your body shook and tensed as the pleasure washed over you. You could feel the boys following you soon after, you could feel their hands on you but you couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes.

Not yet.

Maybe not ever again.

Maybe this really was the night that ended you.

You could feel them shuffling around the bed, could feel a wet rag between your legs and you could feel a soft shirt with a familiar cologne clinging to it being pulled over your head. You could feel the duvet being pulled over your body as your head hit the pillow, and your arms blindly reached out.

“Stay,” you whispered the word like it was forbidden—and maybe it was. “Both of you. Please.”

Because the truth of the matter was that there would never be a world where JJ and Rafe wouldn’t be them: a pogue and a kook, two boys from different worlds who would never find a way to understand each other or put years and generations worth of rivalry behind them.

But for you? They could bite their tongue and pride. Even if just for a night, even if it was just for a couple of hours.

“You chose a winner, sweetheart?”

A slow grin pulled at your lips as you felt both boys tense beside you, waiting and biding their time as they awaited your response.

“It’s still a draw,” you murmured sleepily, nuzzling your head into the chest of whichever boy was on your right. “Guess another round is in order. Sudden death.”

A breathy laugh could be heard from behind you. “Sudden death?”

“I wanna be thorough in my research.”

“Goody-two shoes my ass.”

“You saying no?”

“I never said that.”

“Good, I hope those bodies of yours live up to their stamina then. Otherwise, I’ll be severely disappointed in the morning”

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maochira · 1 year

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Can I request a itoshi brother's younger sister reader x nagi seishiro

like the reader has the quiteness of her brothers and also their skills but didnt get the under eyelash of her brothers because she has their mothers facial figure, so some blue lock players where shock to see the female players rankings that there is a girl with an itoshi surname in the RANK 1, and now they know that your brother is rin and sae

somewhat there is a blue lock program for female football players,

there is somewhat a thing between the reader and nagi that nagi's teammates somewhat observe,

nagi blushing around when the reader is walking pass the blue lock hallway (there is a different building for female and male players but eats together in the building's massive canteen), gets motivated in games whenever they look into each others eyes

Gets jealous when kaiser flirts with the reader, and the reader find kaiser weird so she stays quite (nagi and her brothers protective traits unlock 😭)

OKAY SO FIRST OFF this is a great request!!! But I only write gn!reader so I hope you don't mind,, it's pretty much all written in the second person tho so no use of third-person pronouns anyways. I also changed some story aspects a tiny bit

Requests are open!

Masterlist and upcoming Blue Lock writing event

Tags: gn!Itoshi!reader, reader is a year younger than Rin so 15, reader is in a team that's currently training in Blue Lock with the Blue Lock Eleven and U-20 team before Neo Egoist League, Bastard München is there for some reason (it's only so I can fulfil the request of adding Kaiser), really canon-wise and lore-wise this makes no sense but it's my silly brain producing silly headcanons and scenarios

-you're amazing at soccer, your skill being extremely close to Rin's. But despite that, you're kind of an outsider in your own team. During matches you work great together, but off of the field there's no connection

-that means, you're pretty much a loner in Blue Lock. Especially because you know no one in the other teams, except for your brothers. But they're not exactly on the best terms with each other, so you never get to spend time with both of them.

-sometimes players from the other teams talk to you, but it's only because you're an Itoshi sibling. Besides that, so far no one has been interested in knowing you as a person yet

-it's very obvious how most of their interest in you is because you're an Itoshi sibling. Because at first, no one cared about you. You weren't noticed as an Itoshi sibling because you look a little more different from your brothers, especially your eyes. But as soon as there was a ranking list with your name, of course, suddenly everyone wanted to know you

-but your quiet personality makes them lose interest quite fast, so you're not being bothered for longer than a few days

-ever since seeing you for the first time, Nagi often watches you from a distance. He has figured out at what time you eat dinner, so he tries to be in the dining hall at around the same time, because he really wants to see you

-it really doesn't take him long until he develops a crush on you. And he crushes real hard. Always blushing when he walks past you or when your teams are at soccer practice together

-he doesn't know how to approach you, so he doesn't. Although he thinks about ways to talk to you whenever he lies in bed, unable to fall asleep because all he can think about are your pretty eyes

-it's one of those evenings when you're having dinner all on your own. Occasionally, Nagi's gaze wanders over to you

-by now, you've noticed how often he looks at you and you've noticed him blushing when near you. But you've never talked to him so far. You're kind of interested in knowing what kind of person he is, though. You've seen him play soccer and impressed with his skills (although you believe you're better than him)

-you're minding your own business, eating dinner. And then he sits down next to you. Michael Kaiser.

-he attempts to flirt with you, for minutes, despite how you show no interest in him at all. You only roll your eyes and try to ignore him

-Nagi sees all of this and walks up to you and Kaiser. Somehow, he gets Kaiser to leave you. Nagi asks if you're okay and he's happy he finally got the courage to talk to you

-but before you get to answer, suddenly both of your brothers stand behind him

-they make Nagi leave, and although he doesn't want to, he really doesn't feel like starting an argument with your brothers, so he leaves and returns to the table he was sitting at before

-the next day, you're a bit late to dinner. It has Nagi worried because he thinks you ate earlier today, so he's a bit disappointed he doesn't get to see you

-when you enter the dining hall, you see Nagi sitting on his regular seat with some of his teammates. While you're getting your food, you get the idea to sit next to him. So that's what do you

-you walk towards Nagi, asking if it's okay to sit down next to him. And that's the first time you see him smiling so brightly

#seishirou nagi #seishiro nagi #nagi #blue lock #blue lock nagi #bllk #bllk nagi #bllk x you #bllk x reader #bllk headcanons #blue lock scenarios #bllk scenarios #blue lock x you #nagi x reader #nagi x you #nagi seishirou x reader #sae itoshi #rin itoshi #michael kaiser

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ghostismybbygorl · 1 year

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Walk of shame

Simon woke up from his slumper and peered to his right

A small body next to him breathing ever so lightly

"Right" he thought

He had a one night stand last night. Never really thought he would be the one to do the walk of shame.

Ghost gathered his clothes in a heaping pile by the girls bed. He picked up his phone

5am

"Fuckin hell" he sighed quietly opening the uber app

"Johnnys never going to let me down on this one" he thought placing a uber.

He quickly gathered the rest of his stuff put his trainers on and headed out the door

He nearly slipped on the ice that formed on the porch of the house. The air was cold, crisp even. Luckily ghost had a medical mask and his hoodie to keep him warm while he waits.

"Cant believe im doing a walk of shame" he muttered to himself

He flipped open his messages to see if anyone texted him when he left with the girl

30 messages

"Fuckin hell" he sighed

1HOE1 bitches (soap and y/n came up with the ridiculously stupid name)

Gaz🦌: yo yall seen ghost?

Y/n👹: he wasnt w me and soap

Foap🧼: last time i check he was flirtin w a cute lass

Y/n👹: bastards probably doing the walk of shame tonight boys 😈

Foap🧼: @ghost

Y/n👹:

Gaz🦌: you are terrible people

Y/n👹: thank you bestie 😚💅🏼

Foap🧼: gon be si when he gets to our place

Y/n👹: 😂😂😂😂

Simon locked his phone sighing once more dreading the conversations that will erupt when he gets to soap and y/n's apartment.

The ride to his car was quiet. Simon decided to get some shut eye before driving back to the apartment.

Driving home was a breeze he had the heat blazing and he had his music set to his and y/n's shared playlist which was a bunch of mellow indie music; good for a quiet ride home.

He pulled into the parking lot and started walking up the stairs when he heard his name being called. "Who the fuck is calling my name?" He thought glancing over his shoulder to see y/n skipping towards him in a giddy mood. It was obvious they where doing a walk of shame as well.

"Have fun?" They asked linking their arms with his

"Could ask you the same" simon replied

Y/n grinned at him he gave a soft chuckle guiding both of them to the apartment

Y/n unlocked the door and saw that the dead bolt was on

"Fucking johnny" y/n said taking one of their sneakers off

"We could just knock" simon said

"Nah i got it" y/n replied unlacing their shoe and taking the shoelace out if it

Y/n quickly wrapped the shoelace around the deadbolt closed the door and pulled really hard with the sound of a click after. Y/n smiled and opened the door

"After you kind sir" they said tipping a imaginary hat

Simon shook his head and headed inside. Gaz was knocked out on the couch. He was curled up in a ball cuddling the small black cat that y/n adopted.

"Awwwww" y/n cooed taking a picture of them "this is going in the new years video." Y/n looked at simon

"hey, yon can sleep in my bed if youd like im gonna pass out in johnnys room plus ive got hot gossip about the person i fucked" they said with a wink then proceeded to trot down to johnnys room and opened the door gently

"Bestie ive got tea get your ass up" they said

Simon heard a loud flop and a groan coming from soap

"Its 6 in tha fuckin mornin y/n let me sleep!" Soap yelled. Y/n closed the door and all simon could hear was the giggling from y/n and soap grumbling from his wake.

Simon let out a sigh and walked to y/n room and proceeded to fall back asleep in their plushie ridden bed. Simon plucked his favorite one and fell asleep cuddling it.

"What a fuckin night" he sighed into the plushy eyes slowly closing drifting off into peaceful slumber

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Hehe hope yall liked this

Kinda did a walk if shame this morning and made this fic in the uber home lol

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i-amm-mj · 9 months

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Convenience. Part 2. Angst to Fluff.

A/N: I just wrote this and didn´t check anything, but please, enjoy it.

Part 1 here

Katsuki was confused to say the least. He didn´t know why you acted that way. He knew you wanted to get married someday, so why did you reject him? Was it him? You didn´t want to get married with him?

He didn´t know what to do when you just got up from the chair and left the restaurant murmuring a little “I´m sorry.” He tried to go after you, asked you why you did what you did, didn´t you love him? but he ended up just seeing you pass through the door and into the dark street outside while sobbing hard, completely frozen on his place.

When the public embarrassment and the shock ceased, he called his mom. Mitsuki was as confused as him. She had known you for three years and she knew you loved his son with all your heart. She couldn´t help him understand why you acted like that, so she suggested him going to see you and ask you personally. That´s how he ended up knocking at your door at 3:00 a.m., when you were probably asleep.

He knocked once, then twice. You didn´t answer the door. He knew you were in, so he insisted, knocking harder.

“Y/N, open the damn door, I know you are there” he said with an annoyed tone though he wasn´t annoyed but worried about you “Please...” he begged. No response.

“I don´t know what happened... just... please just fucking talk to me! We can fix whatever made you act that way” he spoke. Nothing...

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! just open the damn door or I’m gonna have to enter forcing the window!” he raised his tone a little. Not to threaten you or something, just out of pure frustration.

He then heard you unlocking the door. When he saw you, with your puffy eyes his heart broke. You didn´t want to look him in the eye.

“Hey...” he whispered. You just sobbed.

“Can I come in?” he asked softly, trying to not pressure you too much.

You just left the door open and turned away. He followed you, closing the door behind him.

“Are you okay?” he tested the waters “Listen, it wasn´t my intention to make you mad or uncomfortable... I just thought that it was the right time, that you wanted to marry me as much as I want to marry you. I´m sorry”

You looked at him and your eyes watered “I know the true Katsuki. Please don´t try to fool me.”

“What do you mean?” his face contorted into confusion again.

“Katsuki... don´t make say it, you know what I’m talking about...” you said, irritated with his little act.

“I honestly don´t know.”

“Oh my god, you are so cruel to me Bakugo! Why are you doing this to me?”

“I´m Bakugo now, huh?” he felt offended.

“Don´t change the subject!” you sobbed.

“Fuck, I’m telling you I don´t know what the hell are you talking about!” he started to feel angry. You had never been like this, you always have communicated him your needs, worries or whatever comes to your mind. Why were you acting like this? “Whatever that asshole of a manager I have had told you, just ignore him!”

You huffed. He took two steps towards you “Or was it something you read or saw in the news? You know those bastards are liars” You were silenced.

“Talk to me! I can´t read your mind, that´s not my fucking quirk!”

“Stop shouting! You know I hate it!” you started crying. His muscles tensed and relaxed in less than a second, realizing that the less you needed in these moments was him being aggressive.

“I´m sorry...” he approached you slowly. He tried to hug you, but you flinched, he stops and said with the sweetest voice he could “Babe, just... tell me what happened. I honestly don´t know and it´s killing me...”

You saw him in the eye for the first time that morning but backed off, ashamed. He took the opportunity to embrace you and this time you didn´t reject him, the other way around, you relaxed into his arms and started crying. He patted your head the way you like him to do it and spoke softly on your ear “Talk to me, beautiful...”

“I heard you talking with Kirishima...” you said, still crying “You said you didn´t wanna get married to me.”

He separated a little from you to look at your face “When?”

“A few days ago,” you sighed. He tried to remember... and then he realized and laughed softly, you pouted...

“I wasn´t talking about you...” he caressed your cheek with one his hands.

“Who were you talking about then?”

“Camie...” he answered “I read some shit on the internet about me marrying her and Kirishima and I made fun of it” you sobbed again, feeling dumb.

“And what about the Top 3?”

“What about it?” he asked genuinely confused.

“You said you didn´t want to get married before you got there.”

“That was two years ago” he smirked “Plans change, you change my mind about it” Your eyes watered again and started crying again “I can get to top three being a married man too.”

“You are not using me to get there?” you asked shyly.

“I would never!” He furrowed his brows. You hid your face on his chest “Listen, Y/N... I want to honestly marry you, ok?” he started “I love you... I never have loved anyone like I love you. This was just a misunderstanding. I would never use to get anything because you are precious to me. I would never hurt you.”

“I´m so sorry, Kats” he kissed your head.

“It´s ok, beautiful. Everything´s ok now”

“You are mad at me, aren´t you?”

“No, I´m not...” he took your face in his hands and wiped your tears.

“I´m sorry...” you repeated, not being able to control your crying.

“Hey, hey, it´s ok” he pecked your lips “This is gonna be a fun history to tell our kids” You smiled, and he mirrored it.

“You still wanna marry me? After the public humiliation”

“I couldn´t fucking care less about what those extras say about me.”

“I ruined it all...” you said sadly.

“No, you didn´t...” he murmured separating himself from you and checking all his pockets “I actually came in here in hopes we could fix everything...” He showed you the same ring he had offered you at the restaurant. He then kneeled “Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

You covered your face with giggling. He thought it was the cutest thing he´d ever seen. You nodded.

“I wanna heard it.”

“Yes! Yes, Katsuki! I wanna marry you!” he put the ring on your finger and got up to hug you and kiss you.

“I love you, Y/N. You don´t know how much I love you.”

“I love you too, Katsuki, I can´t wait to marry you” you kissed him this time. He didn´t broke the kiss though, the other way around, he deepened it pushing his tongue into your mouth. You moaned.

“I can´t wait to call you my wife” he stated “I can´t wait to make a mommy either...” he lifted you from the floor and started walking towards your room...

#bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou angst #bakugou fluff #bakugo smut #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo smut #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha

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foxgloveprincess · 5 months

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Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator]

Summary: Of course, you had to fall sick. What else could possibly happen when you’re being kept in some bastard’s basement?

Word Count: 2,956

Attic Wives Anonymous Masterlist

Warnings: Dark, Non Con (non-sexual), Kidnapping, Basement Wife Trope, Manipulation, Legal Documents, Illness (mentions of Retching/Nausea, Fever), Swearing/Cursing, Bathing, Pet Names (honey, precious). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Not as grody as the last chapter, I promise. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know if I missed any tags. Happy Second Sunday of Attic Wives Advent! ❄️🎉🍾🙌🏻

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Your body shivers uncontrollably beneath the blanket. If only you had a mountain to burrow under. Something to keep you warm. Yet you’re sweating from every pore.

Hate burns deep in your belly, swirling with the nausea. That sick fuck is gonna leave you down here to die. Let the fever ravage you until you expire. No. You won’t let it. Your teeth grit even as they chatter. Burning rage fuels you, though exhaustion tugs at your eyelids. Sleep too tempting to resist, you plummet into it. Rest is good—it’ll help your body fight.

You awaken to a weight shifting beside you a few hours—who could say how many—later. Your eyes snap open, arms flailing to swat at the man sitting beside you. A weak growl rolls roughly in your throat.

“Hey, shhhh,” he soothes as he grabs your wrists.

You blink and squint into the dim lighting. It’s not Andy—the man imprisoning you in his basement. The older man beside you looks down at your shivering frame with something like pity shining in his eyes. He’s handsome, but you’ve learned to be wary of that. Too many fucked up experiences under your belt.

“What has Andy put you through?” he asks, muttering more to himself than to you.

You scowl and turn your head away from his hand lifted to check your temperature.

“Fuck off,” you grit from a sore throat.

“I’m here to help you,” the man says with a quick glance over his shoulder. “You can’t live like this.”

You blink up at him, suspicions dulled by a foggy head but still pricking at his smooth-talking. Like he expects you to believe him. He knows Andy. He’s probably in cahoots with him—friends, thick as thieves. Who knows what this wolf is hiding under his sheep’s clothing.

The door to the basement unlocks and opens. Andy enters with a tray filled with a plate, pill bottles, a single flower in a vase, a cup, and mug.

The man leans closer in quiet desperation. “Just trust me.” Even his insistence doesn’t persuade you, though something about his tone piques your curiosity. He stands and backs into a corner as your captor closes the door.

“There’s my girl,” Andy croons, approaching the bed and setting the tray next to it. “The doctor recommended plenty of fluids and to check your temperature about now.”

He presses the button and the device beeps before he slides it across your forehead. You scowl, but it doesn’t affect the path of the device as it reads your temperature.

“Oh, dear,” he mutters under his breath.

Andy places the thermometer aside and cradles your face in his hands. You bare your teeth, but you have so little energy to fight.

“Her temperature’s higher,” he says to the man in the corner. “What do I do?” His eyes plead, his fingers stroking over your cheek.

The man pushes himself away from the wall. He approaches and gently sits beside Andy. He removes your captor’s hands from your face. You slump, releasing the tension in your body. In your fuzzy brain, you can’t decipher the look the older man sends your way.

“You know what needs to happen,” he says with a pointed look toward your feet.

You unconsciously shift, the chains rattling under your blanket.

Andy sighs, his chin dropping toward his chest. “Yeah,” he admits in defeat.

Your ears prick beneath the heat of your fever. What is he doing?

He reaches for the button of his collared shirt. It pops open under his fingers and he reaches inside, drawing out a thin chain necklace and a dangling key. He hesitates with the key in his hand, but bends slowly toward your feet. He draws away the blanket and lifts your ankle to his lap. The click of the lock unlatching sounds like a hallelujah chorus. The chain and ankle cuff fall away with a clatter to the floor. Tears fill your eyes. It’s not much, but already you feel hope igniting in your heart. An opportunity, even if you can’t take it right now.

Without looking away from your foot, Andy asks, “do you really think this is—”

“Yes,” the older man interrupts.

A moment passes as the two men lock eyes. Andy sighs and leans down again to kiss your legs—higher up your thigh, exposing more of your skin to the cold air. If you could move, you’d kick his teeth in. But he keeps a gentle hand on your ankle in his lap, petting over and soothing the red skin. Even his softest touch stronger than what little you possess in your weakened body. His thumb strokes your ankle bone. You growl, but the sound cuts off into a coughing fit.

Andy rubs your back as he lifts you in your shivering cocoon of fever. Hiking you up into his arms and holding you close to his chest. He grunts. You protest with soft sounds of fury and surprise. Curses and spite sit on your tongue, unvoiced.

As he climbs the stairs up out of the dingy, disgusting basement you can’t even appreciate it, eyes closed to stave off the bubbling nausea in your gut. Sunlight blooms across your face. You open your eyes to be blinded. Such a normal home around you. Big windows leading to a lush green backyard.

Your lips open to scream, sure that this is your chance. All you manage is a weak croak.

“Shhh,” Andy shushes with his head tilting to rest his chin to your forehead. “Don’t exert yourself, honey. Everything’s okay.”

You turn your head and open your lips, biting into his shoulder. Your teeth ache with the pressure. He groans softly and tilts his head to press his lips to your forehead. You stop, stomach lurching.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He keeps climbing up another set of stairs and another like a ladder. The room he enters barely catches your notice, save for the lightness of its walls and its cleanliness.

The door just to the side of the entrance reveals an adjoining bathroom. He takes you in and sits you on the closed toilet in your blanket. Your eyes scan your surroundings. White tile gleams, pristine. A large sink sits in a quartz countertop which dips into a vanity. A shower head points into a large tub—big enough for at least two. You shudder and close your eyes for a moment to shield yourself from that gut-wrenching thought.

Water rushes from the faucet of the bathtub and he lets it fill. The sound of it grates in your head. Too loud, too much. Your feet itch. An attempt to stand and run leads to disappointment—dizziness and fatigue too much a hinderance. You groan. Though it catches his notice, Andy says nothing and continues to prepare towels and soaps for your bath.

You can admit that relief sparks at the prospect of finally getting clean. How long you’ve spent in that filthy, disgusting basement you couldn’t say. Don’t even want to guess. Nose-blind now to your own body odor, you can’t imagine how you smell, and you can’t bring yourself to look in the vanity’s mirror to see the state of your skin.

“Come here, honey,” Andy beckons while he approaches and tries to strip the blanket from your shoulders.

“No,” you grit between your teeth, clutching at the fabric.

With your impaired strength against his, it’s no wonder you lose. He balls the blanket and throws it out the door. A smug smile on his lips. You sneer.

Delighted at your inability to defend yourself, he hikes you back up into his arms and dips you into the water. One smooth motion with no time for you to snap at him as your bottom finds the porcelain of the tub. Violent shivers wrack your body. The water, it’s too cold. Your hands grip the edge, searching for leverage to hoist yourself out of the glacial water.

Andy’s hold you down. “Hey, let your body get used to it. The doctor said lukewarm water would help lower your temperature.” His eyes shine down at you, a farce of kindness and sympathy. Too consumed by drinking in your bare figure beneath the water.

Your lips tremble too much to do more than sputter hateful sounds. But your captor doesn’t seem to mind as he begins to douse your shoulders and hair with water and foam up a loofah with body wash.

“Don’t. You. Dare,” you manage to bite as his hand approaches.

“Do you think you can wash yourself, honey?” he asks, all concern and encouragement—evil bastard. “Here.” He offers the loofah to your hands. “You can go ahead.”

The frustration builds. Your hands fumble the soapy loofah before it falls into the bath water. You try again, but each effort to wash your limbs ends in struggle and defeat.

“It’s alright, precious girl,” Andy coos with a pleased glint in his eye, “let me help you.”

You’ve no choice. Not when he takes the loofah and softly scrubs it over your shoulders. With the warmth of the water and your waning energy, it’s no contest. You sink down into the water while he manipulates your limbs.

“You know,” he mentions as he tilts your head back and grabs a soft washcloth for your face. “I’m not a bad guy, honey.” He smooths the soapy cloth over your face and clears it from the dust and debris of the basement. “I just wanted us to have our best chance.”

“Holy hell,” you mutter under your breath, leaning into the distortion of your syllables through your slightly stuffed nose.

A knock sounds from the door. Your head lifts from its position. Sputtering through the water that splashes in your eyes, you huff a frustrated breath.

“I have everything ready out here,” the other man says through the wood.

“Thanks,” Andy calls over his shoulder, turning back to you with a smile. “It’s all gonna be better, you’ll see.”

Curses run through your head, scenarios forming. Each one worse than the next. What hell are they going to put you through now? Andy tips your head back further and soaks your hair with water.

“I know this might take a moment, but I’ve researched what’s best for your hair.” Pride exudes from his words, like he’s expecting praise from you. As fucking if.

He squeezes shampoo into his hand and begins. Each step he does with the utmost care. Like you’re some precious, fragile doll fit for breaking. You wonder how deeply he researched—what effort were you worth? He pours more water over your head and shields your eyes.

God fucking dammit. You’re enjoying it. The pampering. The care. The gentle touch. You retch over the side of the tub, a dry convulsion of your stomach. His hand rubs over your back to soothe you. You want to scream. But you fall back into the lukewarm water, shivers running up your spine, and let him finish. The sooner he does, the sooner you stop that traitorous train of thought in its tracks.

Once he completes the last step of his routine, he pulls the plug on the drain and leaves you in the murky, receding water. You let your fingers drift until it’s all gone, disgusted by the grime sloughed from your skin.

“Oh,” he says, coming back to your side with a fluffy towel. He stares at the last dregs of water like you. “Maybe one last rinse, precious.”

By the time you’re truly done with your bath, you can’t even complain when he helps you stand and wraps you in the fluffy towel. Relief flowing too heavy to fight him off. He cradles you close to his chest and runs his hands along your waist, reveling in your semi-compliant state.

“There we go,” he sighs in delight. “Nice and clean.”

You grumble but can admit you feel much better. Your head clears as you stand there in his arms, despite the sickness still swirling around in your body and leaving a cloudy haze behind.

Andy escorts you out to the larger room. You glance around. But you halt your perusal, confused by the stranger from before seated at a small table. Before him spreads several papers. You’re sat beside him, Andy’s hands a firm weight on your shoulders.

“Andy,” he addresses your captor, “why don’t we let her have a moment to herself?”

Andy pipes up a noise of protest. “She needs to—”

“Andrew,” he admonishes, “give her a break.”

Andy sighs and squeezes your shoulders. You glance up at him. Irritation narrows his gaze. But they both leave.

You gawk after them. Flabbergasted by the sway the older man has over Andy. The way Andy defers to him. Could this man really help you get out of here? You keep to your observations of them until the door shuts behind them, disbelief and suspicion waning.

The room falls silent around you. With a chance for a better look around, you notice the light grey walls, the white crown moulding, the tufted headboard on the bed and matching furniture. It looks like someone threw up a Pottery Barn catalogue and a Live Laugh Love Pinterest board, and it congealed into this room. Not your style at all. You grimace.

Another door stands in the corner—you pray for a closet. You walk over and open it, finding not much. A few frilly dresses, and that’s all. Your brow furrows in disappointment. Better than being naked, you grab one off the hanger and throw it over your head. At least there’s no zipper to grapple with.

You tug and smooth the fabric over your stomach and legs. The dress not to your preference, it clings uncomfortably to your frame. Your feet find their way back to the table, you glance at the array of documents. Fingers flip through a few of them before your vision swims and the door opens again, just a crack.

“Are you decent?” the stranger whispers through the small space.

“As good as I’m gonna get,” you respond with a sigh and a hand massaging your forehead.

With your reply, he sneaks into the room and closes the door behind him. He glances to the fingers still pressed to the papers and those kneading at your temple.

“Did you get a chance to read through them?” he asks with a nod of his head toward the table.

You shake yours. “But it looks like some kind of contract.”

“You’re right.” His hand raises to comb his hair back. It flops over and brushes his cheeks. “Mostly, it’s a non-disclosure agreement. A few other bits and pieces.”

“For what?”

“Andy’s a lawyer,” he explains while taking a seat at the table. “He understands legal documents. I suggested this as a way to help you.” His hands sweep in a gesture above the papers.

“Why?” you ask, the words tinged with suspicion as you sink into the seat across from him.

“Why what?” he asks with a tilt of his head.

“Why do you want to help me?”

The man lets out a heavy breath and stretches his hands across the table. “Andy’s my friend, but he needs help. I know that.” He presses a finger to the sheet closest to him. “This is what I can do. Get you someplace better. Make sure my friend gets what he needs. Make sure he never does this again.”

Looking in his eyes, keeping your gazes locked, he doesn’t flinch or look away. He’s telling the truth. He wants to get you out, just like he said. You blink in shock.

“So if I sign these papers, it’s over?” you ask, hands finding their way to clutch together in your lap.

“It’s the only way I can see this getting better,” he replies with the same sincerity. He gathers everything up in a pile and hands it over.

A pen sits by your hand and you lift it. You scan the first document, but with the headache and sinus pressure, it’s all legal jargon you can’t decipher before it becomes blackish grey mush in your eyes. Your head starts to spin. Before you can think better, your signature and initials sit on their respective dotted lines.

The man breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” he says, clipping everything together. Gratitude saturates each word, too saccharine. “It’ll be so much better now. I promise, you’ll enjoy the attic much more than the basement.”

He keeps talking, but static fills your brain. The attic? Wasn’t he going to get you out? He said—he said…you can’t quite remember anymore. Your brain pounds behind your eyes. You clutch at your head.

The door swings open and Andy charges in, beelining for his friend and flipping through the packet of papers. A smile growing wider and wider on his lips.

“She signed everything?” he asks, voice excited in a way you don’t like.

“She did.” The older man pats your captor on the back. “Congratulations, you two. I’ll leave you to your honeymoon.”

“What?” you mumble. A nauseous weight sits heavy on your chest. You can’t breathe. All air sucked out of the room.

The older man comes over to you, crouching and catching your eye. “It’ll be better,” he repeats, patting your hand. “Just you wait. That marriage certificate was exactly what he needed. He’ll take much better care of his wife.” He stands and presses a kiss to your forehead. You wipe your face in shock while he shakes Andy’s hand. He walks away and turns back for one last wave before closing the door to your new hell.

#andy barber x reader #andy barber fanfic #andy barber fanfiction #dark #dark fic #kidnapping #tw kidnapping #yandere vibes #basement wife trope #attic wife trope #attic wives anonymous #18+#minors dni

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sanzusslutt · 11 months

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Drunk!Rindou x Y/N

cw: alcohol, Rindou is wasted, f! reader, also reader gets afraid of Rindou.

You were sleeping peacefully after a long day at school when the sound of the doorbell echoed inside your house two or three times.

Someone really wanted you to wake up..

You got up and slowly walked towards the door. Your mother had to stay in the hospital that night, meaning that you were all alone. It wasn't the first night you had to stay alone in the house but you were nervous given the fact that you haven't talked to neither Ran nor Rindou the last week and you didn't have anyone else to call in case something happens.

You went to check the peephole in the door only to see the last person you expected to be out of your door this late at night. Blond hair with light blue highlights and purple eyes looked straight at you like they knew you were looking through.

"Rin?.." You called. not getting any answer you took the decision to open the door and let the man inside your house.

You quickly unlocked the door in worry that he might be hurt. He was standing on the doorframe, hands crossed and head rested on the frame unable to move around. He seemed.. skeptical..

"Rin, its 3 a.m. What are you doing here at this hour? Are you okay?.." You asked. still getting no answer from him.

Instead, he slammed his hand on the outside of the door, opening it, stepped inside and slammed it shut again, making you jump. What scared you was the fact that he looked angry but didn't seem injured and he didn't have anything on his clothes that could prove that he was in a fight. Meaning that, he was irritated either with you or with Ran. Given the fact that he was in your house, you must be the cause for his behavior.

He came closer to you, making you step back and eventually pushing you against the cold wall. You tried to escape by going through your left but he quickly closed your way by putting his hand on the wall next to your head. Mirroring his moves, he does the same thing on your right side and by putting his leg between your own, he traps you among his mascular body and the cold hard wall.

"Rin?.. What is going on?.." You asked, moving your head upwards to look at him, feeling small in comparison to his large body.

"Why.. Why can't you just.." He whispered, that being the first thing he said to you in weeks.

The smell of alcohol in his breath hitted you like a train. You've seen the brothers drink but never drunk. Rindou always wants to have control over what he does and says so you never imagined that you'd see him stoned and out of hand.

He slowly came closer as he rested his left hand on your waist and his right formed a fist against the wall. The gap between your lips closing as he got closer, feeling your stomach overflow with butterflies at the thought of his soft lips against yours.

Your imagination ran wild with what could happen after this kiss, the thought alone made you light up but also unable to move.

His lips ghosted yours as you could feel his hot breath hit your mouth.

Rindou stopped some centimeters away from your lips and instead you could feel him go near your exposed and sensitive neck. He inhaled the familiar smell of your body wash as he rested his heavy head on your shoulder, his scared hand never leaving your waist. His fist on his right hand gets tighter as he punched the hard wall, making you jump.

"Who was that guy you were with yesterday at the club?.." He asked as he cleanched his jaw. He knew very well who the guy was but the alcohol made him say things without thinking them through.

"W- Who?.." You tried to recall your moves the day before but with his head on your shoulder, his hand on your waist and his leg between your own, it was impossible.

"That bastard... He had his hands on your waist just like this and you danced together.." He murmured as he tighten his grip on your waist.

"I.. I can't remember.." Your mind was getting foggy from the strong perfume he wore, making you dizzy.

"Why him?.. how could you.." He slightly raised his head from your shoulder getting better access to your neck. "Even after that... I.. I still can't get you out of my head.." He softly kissed the side of your neck, sending chills down your spine. "Your smell" He inhaled once again. "Your soft skin" He kissed and bit your neck, hard enough to leave a mark for a few days. "Your sweet and kind personality..." He came closer to your ear. "You're just perfect.." He whispered against your ear, making you melt on his words.

His face came to his previous position in front of yours, lip to lip but still lacked contact. "The things you say and do have such a fucking affect on me, you can't even imagine.." His gaze travelled downward, admiring your trapped body against his.

You slightly tilded your head to the side and lowered your look, your eyes caching a glimpse of the bulge in his pants, making your knees weak and your insides turn in such a delicious way.

"Rin I-.." Your voice came out a little needier than expected but it was cut off by his big hand on your mouth, blocking any sound.

"No.. don't.. I know..." He removed his hand from your mouth, holding your face with his intex finger and his thumb caressing your full of lust lips.

Rindou moved his head upwards, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead and sighed as he removed his hands of your body.

"I'm sorry... for all of this.. " His voice breaking as he quickly turned around, opened the door and closed it again, leaving you alone on your empty cold house.

You were left standing on the wall, slowly sliding down on the cold wooden floor, curling your body with your hands hugging your weak knees, and your face bent and hidden by your hands. Tears started building in your eyes as you began thinking that this was probably the last time you ever talked to him.

ps: this is a part from the new chapter of my Wattpad story "At Your Mercy" if you liked it I recommend you take a look at it! also requests are open!

2ps: want a smut version?.. I kinda want to write one..

#Tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #Tokyorev #ran and rindou #rindou haitani #rindou x reader #haitani rindou imagines #bonten rindou #rindou scenarios #rindou fanfic #tokrev rindou #tr rindou #tokyo revengers rindou #rin rin #rinnie

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Eddie reveals to you one of his lesser known kinks

Warnings: smut, blood kink, blood / injury mention, blood consumption I guess?, penetrative sex (m+f), minors DNI

A/N: am I unhinged for this? maybe! you could kinda read this as a vampire!Eddie au if you wanted I guess? that wasn’t exactly my intention when I wrote it but it still kinda works tbh! also everyone say thank you @chaoticvigilantes for bringing me this idea in an ask, bless your beautifully sinful mind Soph!! anyways I hope you enjoy this <33

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

“Ow fuck” you hiss when you feel the knife go through your fingertip instead of the cucumber you were slicing.

“What happened?” Eddie quickly comes padding over to you.

“Nothing, I just cut my finger” you shrug casually.

You hold up your index finger, showing Eddie where the blood swelled and leaked down the side. Eddie takes your hand in his, examining your fingers. He lifts up your hand, watching as the blood spilled down your finger, a small crimson waterfall. Eddie’s eyes look at yours, searching your face. There’s a darkness in his eyes that you’ve never quite seen before.

Eddie keeps his eyes trained on yours when he suddenly licks up your finger, collecting your blood on his tongue. You stare at him dumbfounded as he reaches the tip of your finger. His eyes darken even further as he takes your fingertip into his mouth, sucking gently. A small squeak leaves your throat at the sting of pain as Eddie’s tongue swipes across the broken skin. You can see him swallow the taste and he groans softly around your finger.

He releases your finger and looks up at you again, cocking his head to the side, trying to gauge your reaction. As he stares you suddenly recognise the look in his eyes; it was that lustful hunger he got when he wanted to fuck you.

“Eddie Munson, you sick bastard” you whisper. “This is turning you on?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Everything you do turns me on” he hums with a small nonchalant shrug.

He pushes his hips against yours, pinning you to the counter. You can already feel him growing semi-hard, his cock pushing into your hip.

“Yeah, but... this...” you trail off, not sure where you even going with your sentence anyway.

“You don’t like it? Do you want me stop?” He cocks his head at you.

His voice is seductive and inviting, but you knew he’d stop in a heartbeat if you said so.

“I- I didn’t say that...” you feel your cheeks warm.

A devilish smile adorns his face as he brings your finger up to his lips. He squeezes your finger, causing you to hiss at the pain. You both watch as fresh blood bubbles on your fingertip. You watch, completely transfixed, as Eddie takes your finger and brings it to his lips. But this time he doesn’t wrap his mouth around it. Instead, he takes your fingers and uses the tip to paint his lips with your blood. He groans as he traces your fingers across his mouth, decorating his lips with your own personal shade of blood red lipstick. You moan at the sight of it, the way his eyes flutter close, the feeling of his dick growing even harder where it still pushed against your hip. It was all down right sinful.

Eddie’s other hand quickly comes to cup the back your head and bring your face to his. His lips crash against yours, moving with a desperate fervour. You moan simultaneously when you taste the metallic tang of your blood coating your lips, your tongues. You swear Eddie’s never kissed you like this before. It’s just so intense, like he was putting every fibre of his being into the kiss. His body curves against yours, his hips grinding against yours. The energy that pulses through him, pulsing into you, it made you feel electric. It had unlocked something in him, something primal and urgent, and it had been unlocked in you too.

You kiss Eddie back just as hard, your lips pushing against his, your tongues colliding. Eddie groans loudly, a small yelp of surprise leaving him when you bite his bottom lip. He pulls back to look at you in shock. He touches his thumb to his lip, his eyes darkening dangerously when he sees a drop of blood there from where you’d split his lip. He looks at you almost dumbfounded.

You keep your gaze steady on his as you lean up and lick over Eddie’s bottom lip, collecting the taste of his blood, your blood, just him. He lets out a sound like sin when you swipe your tongue over the edge of his mouth, collecting a missed spot of blood. You pull back to look at him again, your face painting the perfect picture of innocence, batting your eyelashes playfully up at Eddie.

“Fuck princess, you really are gonna be the death of me” he smirks before his lips collide with yours again.

You moan deeply, delighting in the taste of both yours and his blood in your mouth now. Eddie’s hands grab your hips roughly, lifting you until you’re sat on the counter. You quickly open your legs, letting him slot between them. He groans into your mouth as he starts to grind into you again, the tent in his jeans rubbing into your clothed cunt. You grind your hips back against him, whimpering desperately into his mouth.

The grinding barely lasts a minute before Eddie is frantically tearing your clothes from your body, haphazardly yanking and pulling at fabric clothing items until you were completely naked. He couldn't wait that long himself though and simply shoved his shirt off before pulling his jeans down his low enough so that he could spring free his hardened cock. He spits into his a hand, a filthy mixture of his salvia and blood, rubbing himself only a few times before he ruts into you. You hiss at the sting as he stretches you open. The buckle of his barely pulled down jeans digs into the back of your thigh as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside you.

The primal urge takes over Eddie again as he gives you no time to adjust before he begins fucking into you with a ruthless pace, hiss hips slamming into yours. You cling desperately to him as your body rocks on the kitchen counter with each harsh thrust. Your nails rake down his back, most likely drawing even more blood from him.

Through the dizzying brutality of his thrusts an idea springs to mind. You lean back slightly to look at Eddie, his pace faltering in its ruthless speed as he looks at you quizzically. You unlatch your one hand from behind his back, bringing your injured finger between your two faces. You hiss at the sting again as you squeeze more blood from the opening, letting it roll down your finger again. You then take your finger, stroking it across your throat, up and down your neck, feeling the stickiness of your own blood as it paints your skin. You smirk at Eddie before tilting your head back, signalling for him to make his move.

“Holy shit” Eddie breathes, his hips picking up their speed once again.

He groans loudly as he dives his face into the crook of your neck. His tongue swirls over the trail of blood you’d left across your skin. He bites and sucks, replacing the blood stains with bruises beneath the surface. You moan at the sensation, the feeling of his hot lips and wet tongue all over your neck, the sounds of his enthusiastic groans as he licks you, it was all overwhelming in the absolute best way; you could feel your climax fast approaching as he fucks you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.

“Eddie...” you croak as your impending climax approaches ever faster, your nails once again digging into the flesh of his shoulders.

“You gonna cum for me, babygirl?” He breathes hotly against your neck.

You nod incoherently, feeling the coil in your lower belly start to tighten, almost ready to snap. You feel Eddie lick a final stripe up your neck before he raises his face to be level with yours. You see the stain of your own blood on his tongue just before he smashes his mouth against yours, his tongue invading you mouth, once again letting you have a taste of yourself. Hearing him pathetically groan into your mouth as your tongues collide was the final push you needed to tip over the edge.

You kiss becomes sloppy as you pant heavily, gasping at the intensity of the orgasm that washes over you as Eddie keeps fucking you ruthlessly. Your whole body convulses with each ripple of your pleasure, your cunt clenching around Eddie impossibly tight.

“Sh- shit,” Eddie grunts as his brutal pace finally falters, his hips stuttering as he climaxes himself.

Both of your bodies tremble, your breathes mixing where you both still tried to pathetically keep mouths pressed tighter despite your slack jaws and heavy panting. Eddie keeps fucking you through both your highs until both of you are shaking from the overstimulation.

“Fuck,” Eddie sighs breathlessly. “I don’t think I've ever cum that hard” he pants with a small chuckle.

He kisses your jaw tenderly and you can feel the small smile he’s got on his lips.

“Me neither,” you admit with a small smile of your own.

Eddie raises his head to look down at you hungrily.

“We should do that again sometime” he groans with a smirk.

You roll your eyes lightly and swat his shoulder.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Munson. For now how about you just go get me a band-aid, hmm?”

He gives you a quick, sweet peck on the lips before winking down at you.

“Of course, my love.”

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A/N: oof the temptation to fully turn this into a vampire au was real, vampire Eddie just makes so much sense ahhh! anyways yeah I hope you guys liked this! <33

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