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hotnbloodied · 5 months

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Yan!Loser X Reader

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

TW: kidnapping, drugging, non-con kissing and touching, stalking, mentions of axe body spray.

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

It was around lunch time and you were on your way to your university’s canteen. You normally had lunch a little later to avoid the crowds but today you couldn’t hold your hunger in at all and you needed to get something to eat. In doing so the canteen was packed and by the time you had gotten some food all the tables seemed full. You scanned around for a little bit before noticing a small table that only had one person sitting at it. A guy with a small frame and black baggy clothes with messy unkempt hair. Without thinking too much about it you walked over. “Hey sorry to bother, would you mind if I could just sit here and eat?” You asked.

He looked like he jolted a little and looked at you like he'd seen a ghost. “Y-yeah…” Not much of a response, but that didn’t stop you from going ahead and sitting down to start devouring your food. After you were finally satiated you looked over cause you felt like someone was watching you and needless to say, his eyes were glued on you.

“Uh, do I have something on my face?” You asked him. His face whipped away. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.” You laughed and told him it wasn’t a big deal. “What’s your name anyway? I’m (y/n), majoring in (major).” He raised his head to look at you again. “I’m Lester, I’m a biology major…” “That’s awesome!” You look at the time. “I should probably head out, my next class starts soon. See you around though!” Little did you know that your small act of kindness would come back to haunt you.

A couple of weeks pass and you seem to be seeing Lester more and more around campus. (Totally not because he’s trying to learn your schedule at all.) You don’t pay too much mind to it though considering a new friend is always nice. (As if he’d allow you to just be friends with him.) The two of you exchanged social messaging information which turned into an easy way for Lester to keep tabs on you. (You really should be careful about how you share your information.) You didn’t notice the increase of interaction from Lester, you were too sleep deprived and worried about school to notice which he’s grateful for since it’ll make it easier to make plans. Lester was a patient man, he knows how to make a pay off extra sweet.

You learn a bit more about Lester, even though he has a messy appearance he actually is a relatively neat person. He seemed to shower regularly and his clothes weren’t being reworn, but he only chooses to use axe body spray at his age for some reason. He doesn’t seem to have many friends cause, shocker, he’s an extreme introvert; Which makes you pity him which he fully knows and uses to play into to get your trust. With that trust he invites you over to his house, apparently his parents are in the science field as well and as long as Lester keeps his grades up they’d let him do whatever. The two of you would hang out and study at his place.

Six months had passed in a blink of an eye and the two of you were watching a movie together, it wasn’t that late but you felt extremely sleepy for some reason. The two of you just ate dinner that Lester cooked. “Hm? What’s wrong (y/n)? Are you tired?” “Haha, yeah I don’t know why. Maybe I was more tuckered out with finals than I thought.” “Why don’t you stay over? You’re more than welcome to spend the night.” You didn’t reply to Lester, it was because the sleeping pills he slipped into your drink worked like wonders and you were out like a light. Lester slowly dragged your body to his room and laid you on his bed. Chains were ready for you as he securely bound you to them. He loomed over your sleeping body in his bed, he couldn’t keep the excitement in his pants at bay. He took advantage of your lips and dry humped your leg, imagining what it would be like to finally be able to become one with you. Oh if only you knew how love sickness ran in his family. How that’s how his mom ensnared his dad and how having his ground and alibi covered was a learned family skill. No one will find you and you two will live happily together, forever. <3

Lester <3

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jenscx · 26 days

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[15] CALL ME BACK — last friday night

9.57pm: ning yizhuo’s party

the moment you had replied to wonyoung, a voice rang out from the crowd, yelling your name. you turn your head, making eye contact with the tall beauty, smirking at you.

“hey, sweetheart,” wonyoung waves slowly, her eyes dragging up and down your body, “gracing me with your presence?”

you laugh, “only for a few minutes, i’ve got to settle things with sakura.” wonyoung tilts her head, reminiscent of a puppy. her bunny eyes stare at you, “what? i can’t hear you.”

before you even attempt to repeat what you said, wonyoung interrupts, “let’s go somewhere quieter.” her cold hand grasps around your wrists, pulling you to a secluded room upstairs. ningning’s party playlist and the sound of people cheering drowns out, only leaving the soft ambience of ariana grande’s voice in your ears.

“so!” wonyoung smiles, “what were you saying?” she settles on the massive guest bed, taking her heels off and massaging her swollen ankles.

“kkura and i have to talk, so i can’t stay for long,” you repeat, eyes trailing around the room. you wonder how wonyoung even knew that this room would be empty. in a party like this, it would be expected that all the rooms would either be full of people smoking, or having sex.

“talk? talk about what?” wonyoung asks curiously. you sigh, thinking about the impending headache of an argument that is your relationship.

sakura was a lovely girlfriend; she always took care of you and never complained about your clingy nature. but she never really liked the company you kept around, mostly avoiding hangouts that you tried to arrange between them.

(“i’m friends with jungwon, but you can’t be friends with my best friend?”

“jungwon’s not my best friend, so your argument is invalid. i’m not going five feet near park sunghoon.”)

“i didn’t tell her about this party,” you frown, “she found out ‘cause sullyoon tweeted about it.”

“oh? you didn’t? why not?” she asks, getting up and rummaging through the cabinets.

“don’t know. just didn’t think it was important enough to tell her.”

it still wasn’t, in your head. you didn’t need to tell sakura if you were going to a party or not. it wasn’t like you lied straight up to her.

“maybe she has some trust issues, it’s kinda common nowadays,” wonyoung suggests, pulling out a bottle of alcohol, “found it!”

“how’d you know it was there?”

wonyoung grins, “ning told aeri and aeri told me. secret stash hidden away from the party.”

she sits back down, taking a chug out of the bottle.

“what’s up with your relationship then?”

you take a moment to think.

“it’s mostly a me thing though, sometimes i just do things to annoy her,” you mumble as wonyoung hands you the bottle, “mhm, thanks. her reactions’ funny. i do it just to make her angry.”

wonyoung laughs, “ah, is that why?”

“yea, she gets annoyed easily,” you giggle, thinking about sakura’s furious texts flooding your phone whenever you did something.

“you’re interesting,” she remarks, “deliberately making her angry. when did you guys meet?”

“we met at a party, park jaemin hosted it. she was introduced to me by one of yoona’s friends, i think her name’s haewon? sakura was the one who asked me out first, it was quite cute,” you smile, the memory of a stuttering and blushing sakura appearing in your mind.

you continued with your story, taking sips every time wonyoung passed you the bottle.

“cute,” wonyoung comments.

“hm?”

“your relationship,” she clarifies, “it’s cute.”

giggling, you nod. “sakura’s a cutie. ugh, what was i supposed to say to her again? i think she’s mad at me.”

“you’re meeting her later?”

“yeah, i need to apologise…” at this point, your words were completely slurred. wonyoung watched in amusement at how you struggled to stand up.

“i don’t think you’re in the best condition to talk to her, or even walk. maybe you should sober up first.”

you nod, completely out of it. wonyoung’s angelic face was just a blurry figure in your eyes.

“let me… just sleep… wake me up in 5…”

“okay, y/n. sleep well.”

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graysnetwork · 10 months

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DRUNK READER x KEEGAN RUSS

Notes: i was bored so I wrote this, if y’all wanna request for Keegan or bbf!keegan (brothers bsf) i would have fun doing that, I’m really bored 😊

Warnings: drinking, nicknames/pet names idk, she/her pronouns

Summary: you are very loyal to your boyfriend Keegan, even when your drunk.

You had came into the bar just to loosen up a bit, Kick offered to buy you a drink and of course you wouldn’t turn it down, especially since you enjoyed having a drink with Kick, it always made for a good time.

Kick bought you a drink, you two sat there for a while, talking about how missions were going, how annoying reports would be, and training was a pain in the ass.

Soon one drunk turned into two, and two turned into three, and now you were finishing four. Like Kick offered, “a drink to loosen up”, you were most definitely loosened up right now. You both were.

Standing around, occasionally dancing swaying your hips to a song you liked, but it was simple things, you two were definitely not doing karaoke, or taking some shots of tequila to ease some more nerves, you two were definitely, definitely, relaxing and sitting at a booth.

By the time you two were totally tired from sitting around, and you two got up to walk around while another song began playing, more people and soldiers were in the bar, it was 8:05, and you were bored and lost Kick halfway through your walk around the place, so you went into the bathroom.

You almost forgot to lock the stall before doing your business, but you finished up and washed your hand and headed out the door, back to the now dimly colored lights, luckily you spotted kick again, he was a bit far away, but you didn’t pay attention and dragged your feet to him.

Your eyes dropped down slightly, you were beginning to think maybe you eased too many nerves, but you came up beside him before taking in the sight of three men in front of you.

Maybe kick wasn’t actually too drunk compared to you, considering he was having a completely normal conversation with the walker brothers and you could barely get a “hey, what’s up?” Out of your mouth.

Luckily someone could, “hey, I was wondering where you were” you heard a certain someone say, “hm?” you hummed as your eyes wandered, before Keegan lifted your chin with his finger. “you alright?” He asked as he tilted his head as he stared at you.

“uh, before you blame me for getting her too much to drink, I only ordered her one” Kick spoke up when you didn’t respond to Keegan’s question. Keegan’s eyes squinted for a moment before he looked back down at you.

Your brows were pinched together as you stared back at him, in your drunken state you didn’t recognize him, you wondered why he was saying what he said. “sweetheart? y’alright?” He asked again, his expression became a little more worried as he noticed your confused face.

“yyeah why?” You slurred, he chuckled at you, finding it very amusing how you looked, and what was even funnier to him was your speech. You’d always been very serious, quiet, cracking a joke here and there, but you sounded funny when you were drunk.

“maybe I should take her to her back to base” Keegan said glancing up at the three other men, suggesting would take you back to the barracks.

Kick laughed at you, while Logan snickered “yeah she looks like she’s had enough fun for the day” Hesh told him, suppressing a laugh, and Keegan chuckled as they stared at you, and your appearance.

Keegan nodded to them before wrapping an arm around your waist to guide you out the bar, you pushed him weakly, and he grew confused at your actions. “What sweetheart?” He asked, “leave me alone” you groaned, his brows perked up in surprise at your response, had you left something behind? He thought, why did you want him to leave you alone?

“what?” He smiled fondly at you, “I have a boyfriend!” you told him as you tried to push yourself out of his arm, the sentence made him laugh, as he pulled you closer, “what was that sweetheart?” He asked; smiling at you, “leave me alone, I have a boyfriend” you repeated, louder for him to hear over the music, though he could hear you very clearly.

“oh, really?” He asked knowingly, he was amused by your loyalty even in your state. You seemed to really not realize that he was your boyfriend, it made him love this even more as he thought it was so sweet that you were so loyal to him.

“really. he can beat you up so easily..” you trailed off as you blinked slowly, he smiled even more now, you seemed very confident in the fact that your boyfriend could beat him up.

“He can? I don’t see him right now, so why don’t you come with me sweetheart?” He said, playing along with whatever was going through your pretty head right now.

“He, he..” you said frowning a bit at the thought of Keegan not being with you. “He what sweetheart?” He asked, his smile dropped a little as he saw you frown.

“he could still beat you up easily” you looked back up at him, and his wide smile returned to his face. “Oo, he sounds very menacing” he nodded at you.

“Let’s go take a drive, then we can talk about your boyfriend” he offered and pulled you out of the building, and walked you over to his car, and opened the passenger door for you. You continued to be reluctant and pawing at him.

He picked you up and placed you in the seat himself, clicking the seatbelt in place, and you could barely even process anything he did other than put you in the car so you sat there pulling at the seatbelt.

“My boyfriends gonna be sooo mad at you” you slurred, as Keegan got in the car, and put they key in.

“Sure he will, I’ll deal with him, now relax princess, you don’t gotta worry about anything” he cooed as he put his seatbelt on and began driving back to base. You knocked out in the passenger seat in no time.

All of the team was gonna make fun of you for days and tell everyone they knew, you were so funny and pathetic when you were drunk.

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(Bonussss😙)

The next morning you woke up on your bed with a massive headache but made your way to the washroom, you remembered yesterday in a blur, drinking, karaoke, but that was pretty much it.

When you walked out dressed and ready to head down and most likely get some pills to get rid of your migraine, Keegan came up beside you.

“So, whats that boyfriend of yours feeling right now?” He asked with a smile, you looked at him in confusion as you two walked down the halls, “what?” You asked readjusting your pants.

“Oh, sorry, I just remember you telling me that your boyfriend would be sooo mad at me for taking you for a drive” he reiterated, your brows furrowed before you recalled the conversation between you and Keegan last night.

“shut up Keegan” you told him and hurried through the doors to avoid Hesh’s teasing.

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cowboyfromh3ll · 6 months

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Maybe some headcannons for some of the Van der linde boys with a overlyhyper girlfriend, whos also REALLY nosy?

HC for VDL Boys With A Hyper/Nosy Girlfriend Ft. Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde

Arthur Morgan

He'd be surprised by your energy but would try to keep up regardless

Very protective but once he sees just how well you're able to handle yourself he'll bring you on jobs with him. Nothing too crazy though

Always tries to find things you can do to tucker yourself out

And if a job is one of them, he'll certainly bring you

Will take you on very long walks until your entire lower half is hurting

Finds it amusing how almost every night you come back to the tent you have a new bit of gossip you discovered and want to share

Chastises you for being nosy but he's pretty into it

Starts asking questions and genuinely gets invested

Sometimes he'll be falling asleep and you'll still be gossiping and recapping your day in extreme detail and all he can say in return is "mhm?" In that sleepy voice while trying to pay attention

Jokingly tells you that if you're so nosy you should go and sniff out a lead

Did not expect you to actually come back with a decent roster of leads

Charles Smith

Contrasts his reserved and quiet nature greatly

People often see the two of you sitting together while you ramble endlessly about your day and what you did

You can talk his ear off, and he's going to listen to every single thing you say and pays attention to every detail

If you ever think he's not listening to you he'll bring up a really obscure detail later, and it'll have you surprised

Neither encourages nor chastises your gossiping, but he'll definitely listen to that too

Similarly to your talkativeness, your hyperactivity is starkly different to his chillness

Doesn't actively go out of his way to tire you out, sort of lets you do that on your own

I can imagine him just standing there while you climb him and hang off his arms

Sometimes he'll be talking to you in a crowd and he'll look away for a second and lose you

Frantically searches for you and finds you chatting with some random as if you've known each other for years

John Marston

He is absolutely baffled by your energy levels

And just how much you talk?

Sometimes, he just stares at you in disbelief and isn't even processing everything you're saying

If you give him a pop quiz about everything you just said, his ass is failing

Often has to ask you to slow down or backtrack, which you do until you start speeding up again

Gets dragged along like a dog on a leash

Though to be honest the two of you should probably keep each other on leashes. Him to keep track of you, and you to drag him along.

Says you shouldn't be so involved or interested in other people's business

But as soon as you gasp and go "John guess what I found out today" HE IS SAT

Preps for you every morning by chugging coffee

Has probably at some point before you two dated said "Do you always talk this much?"

Dutch Van Der Linde

He's impressed by your energy and in a good way

But also in the way where he's like "Hm, how can I make use of this."

Definitely has told you to go out and get leads with your energy and was more than satisfied when you did

Thinks you're the perfect partner in crime

Probably hesitant to send you on dangerous missions but he knows you won't get your energy out any other way

You're like his sniffing hound

But you're definitely his top dog when it comes to getting leads

The most encouraging of your eccentric and nosy personality

Rewards your behavior with gifts and praise

He's probably very easily influenced by you since you bring him so many leads and such

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i-cant-sing · 4 months

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I feel so nauseous that I can't study, but all I can think about is friends with benefits Dabi and reader just sitting on the couch late at midnight, after sleeping together, are just basking in the dim yellow lights of the apartment. Everything is quiet, they're eating some leftovers, a crappy romcom movie is playing in the background.

Dabi swears to himself that youre nothing more than just stress relief for him, but everytime he comes over, he stays a little longer after. He doesn't have to, you don't make him, but... he just can't help being in your presence longer. Something inside him heals bit by bit when you laugh- no, let out an ugly snort before leaning against his shoulder, the warm yellow lights caressing your face, your dishevelled hair becoming an even more untamed mess when you run up to the kitchen to get the last serving.

You must feel it too... the way your hands always manage to find his hands, his cheeks, find him. Your soft skin against his rough one.

"You should use some vaseline."

You said, a cheeky smile on your face as you laid on the couch, your feet resting on his lap as he smoked a cigarette, looking at you with unamused eyes.

"It'll make your skin soft overnight." You added.

Dabi took a long drag before exhaling the smoke. "You should learn how to cook."

"Hm?"

"Your food tastes like crap." He lied, placing the cigarette back to his lips.

"Then whyd you eat half the pan of lasagna?" You asked before using your toes to pull the cigarette away from him, making him narrow his eyes at you.

"To save you from eating your own poisonous food."

"Hmm, well that isn't the meal you come here to devour anyways." You giggle before pulling your feet away. He almost pulled them back- almost.

"Stop with the cringe." He closed his eyes, a small smile played on his lips. "Should've cut your cable off. They're a bad influence on you."

You rolled your eyes before getting up, walking towards the bathroom. "Just let me know when you're coming next time. I'll try to cook something good for his Majesty." You said as you turned on the shower. "Or better yet, bring the groceries in, and I'll cook."

He glanced in your direction, where you were taking off your clothes.

Should he join you? Could he-?

No.

Dabi hadn't called again as he arrived by your place. But it looked like you already anticipated his arrival, from the note you had placed on the fridge for him to find.

"Gone out for groceries for your hungry ass. Be back soon.

Love, Y/n."

Love, Y/n.

Why did 2 words make his heart bloom? For sure, this isn't a panic attack or PTSD he's experiencing... maybe it is... love?

Dabi sat on your couch, closing his eyes as he lit another cigarette to calm his nerves. He needed it for what he about to do, as he pulled put the small box from his pocket.

He never bought groceries. But he had bought something else.

A ring.

He's sure about you, sure about his feelings for you, pretty sure your feelings for him are mutual too. He doesn't need to formally date you... you two are different. You don't need the usual courtship stiff with him, although he wouldn't be opposed to the idea after marriage.

Marriage. Was he even husband material? You were certainly wife material, the food you cooked, the maternal side he caught a glimpse of when kids came by your door for Halloween, all the soft touches you give him.

You're ready, he's ready too.

And if you say no, if you don't agree, then that's that. He'll stop coming by, and you'll move on too. Just like he will... right?

It's been hours. You're still not home and you're not picking up either.

Something is wrong.

He left your apartment and went towards the market you'd frequented. There was a lot of commotion outside the store, with people gathering around a particular spot. He pushed past them, heart beating fast as he hoped it wasn't you. It wasn't you-

There was red. Red on the concrete, red on the bag of groceries spilled all over, red on the white coat you owned, red on the leather bag he had gifted you on your birthday.

It can't be you-

"Young Y/n frequented the store so often. She was a beautiful lady, so kind." Someone said from behind him.

Was? No, no you couldn't he dead-

"And to have gone in such a horrible way too. The drunk driver just drove away. She hit her head on the pavement too. I overhead one of the paramedics say she died on impact!" Someone gasped beside him, but his eyes were focused on the sight in front of him.

Everything's red. Red red red red-

Dabi ran towards the nearest hospital, his ring lying in the pile of blood on the concrete.

As he rushed towards the hospital, a voice deep inside him said something that he'll regret forever.

I should've gotten groceries.

#yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines

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gay-wh0re-slut · 7 months

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Heyy, I just wanted to know if you could write a story with rhea x Fem! reader where they decide to bake cookies together and while they are waiting for them to bake reader decides to tease rhea and the results of that are reader and rhea banging on their kitchen table😛 smut pls 🙏

stop this is so cute. i’m gonna do it for halloween if that’s alright hehe those cute lil ghost and pumpkin cookies you know the ones eeek i’m so excited thank you for the request!!!!!!

Scream

rhea x fem!reader

content: soft rhea at first but then *surprise* sexy hot top rhea, fingering, praise, slight degradation, slight knife play, slight mask kink

Rhea finally had a day off so she wanted to spend it with you, of course. She’s been requesting since basically August to have a halloween movie marathon and you couldn’t be happier. Though you got scared easily, you knew the buff goth woman would be able to save you if Jason walked in the front door.

“I thought we could start with Scream and watch as many as we can and then move onto something else, I mean we have to start with the classic,” she claimed.

“I’m down for whatever, but the deal was that we had to make the pillsbury halloween cookies,” you giggled, “the ghosts and the pumpkins.”

“Yes, yes of course,” as she opened the freezer and pulled out both boxes, “should we make popcorn too?”

“Nah,” you say as you’re already setting the oven to the right temperature.

“You just… have that memorized?” she looked at the back of the boxes, then to the numbers on the oven, then to you.

“They’re my favorite cookies, of course I do,” you scoffed jokingly.

“Shoulda known,” she opened the boxes, “get two cookie sheets out then please.”

You do as told and set them on the counter. You grab a damp paper towel to wipe off the pans of any debris. “I’ll do these if you go find the movie?”

“You got it, baby,” she sets the boxes on the counter and gives you a soft kiss before she walks to the living room.

You neatly place the frozen cookies 2 inches away from each other as you continue to carefully pull the proportioned dough apart. She’s taking a while, you thought. You finish up placing the cookies just as the oven beeped, telling you it was at the correct temperature. So you open the door snd slide them onto the rack using your ‘Witch Please’ oven mitt. You set the timer then go find your girlfriend.

“Baby?” you start to walk to the living room. You were immediately blocked, “Oh my god.”

Standing in front of you was the tall wrestler but she was wearing an all black body suit that showed off her muscles perfectly and the famous Scream mask. She leaned on the doorway with her arm above you as her other hand held a very real looking fake knife.

The flood gates in your pants were immediately opened, “W-when did you get that?”

“Last week,” she said calmly, “you like?”

You didn’t think you had a thing for masks, but here you were, “mhmm,” you bit your lip to prevent any ungodly noises to come out.

The knife was dragged down your neck to your chest before dropping to the woman’s side. You didn’t think you had a thing for knives either but here you were. Maybe it was the two together? Maybe it was her doing it? All you knew was that you needed her… immediately.

“Yeah?” she walked you backwards by holding the knife gently to your neck, “who knew?”

“Y-yeah,” you gulped. Your legs hit the kitchen table so you couldn’t go any farther but she kept pushing. So you leaned backwards as far as you could.

“Crazy what a lil danger can do, huh?” she whispered centimeters away from your ear.

You let out a small moan.

“Why don’t we,” she drug the knife down to your chest once more, “have some fun while we wait for dessert, hm?”

You nodded your head. You couldn’t think of any words whatsoever, you were surprised to understand what she was even saying looking like that.

“Then lay down,” she growled as she dug the knife into your chest. Though it was plastic, it still hurt a little bit but you didn’t mind at all.

So you laid down, on the kitchen table, your legs hanging off, under your knife wielding masked hot buff goth wrestler girlfriend, I won, you thought.

“Good girl,” her accent said.

That could’ve made you cum right then, to be honest. The whole vibe of her was different, it was crazy and it was making you crazy.

She shifted herself between your legs so you wrapped them around her locking your ankles as you sat up on your elbows eyeing her toned body up and down.

“Like what you see, baby?” she cooed as she drug the knife down your torso.

“Very much so,” you bit your lip.

“Mmm,” the knife was now caressing your thigh and slowly moving to your inner thigh, “how long do we have?”

Assuming she was talking about the cookie timer, “a-about 10 minutes?” you struggled to see the timer.

“Plenty of time then,” and with that she dropped the knife and stripped your pajama shorts and underwear in one go, leaving your bottom half bare on the kitchen table in front of her, “And look, you’re already ready for me.”

“What did you expect?” you chuckled, “but please take off the mask now, I want to kiss you.”

She let out a long exaggerated sigh, “if you insist,” and slipped it off.

Almost as soon as she did, you sat up, grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. So she bent down on top of you bracing herself with one hand as the other found its way to your soaking folds easily caressing.

You moan into her at the sensation when she begins to form slow circles on your clit. As more moans and whines come from you, she quickens her pace. She kisses down your neck, “didn’t know you’d be such a slut for the mask.”

“Me either,” you choke out.

“And the knife?” she bit at your neck, rolling your skin in her teeth.

“Fuck…love that too,” the pressure in your hips quickly began to rise.

“I guess I should use that more often then,” her free hand clasped around your neck as she stood back up, then easily slipped her fingers inside of you.

Your breath hitched as your eyes rolled back and your back arched, a quiet “god,” came from you. You gripped the edge of the table, white knuckling it as the knot in your stomach grew even more.

She smiled down at you, slowly pumping into you, “if that’s what you want to call me,” she joked. She quickened her pace as her grip on your neck tightened, “you look so pretty my baby,” she admitted.

One of your hands gripped on her toned forearm in front of you, groaning at her praise. Your hips worked against her perfectly, hitting everything just right, “fffffuck…right there,” you whine.

“C’mon baby,” she was pounding into you, the kitchen table was squeaking as you rocked your hips. She let go of your throat so she could squat down to lap at your clit while her hand worked its magic.

“Holy fuck,” your hand tangled in her hair. It didn’t take much longer for the pressure to finally release. “GOD,” your back arched hard as your eyes rolled to the back of your head once more, spilling out all over her hand. Moaning loudly, she let you ride it out as her free hand kept you from closing your legs.

Your legs shook a bit as she finally took her hand away, cleaning you up with her tongue. You finally relaxed, breathing heavily when the timer started beeping.

She stood up and smiled at you as she sucked her fingers cleaned. She left you wide open as she turned the timer off and took the cookies out. “Perfect timing,” she threw the mitt down on the counter.

You sat up on your elbows, “well… we have to let them cool,” you cocked an eyebrow at her playing with the knife at your mouth.

“God you’re such a whore, I love it,” as she hungrily rushed back to you.

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #scream #halloween #sexy halloween time hehehe

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munchcorner · 14 days

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Sukuna uses Yuji for his own benefit. Whenever Jin isn't around, he'll use Yuji to ask for someone's number, saying, "I'll stop bullying you for the day if you ask their number."

Of course, Yuji doesn't trust Sukuna, "Why should I? You won't harass them, right?"

Sukuna, not wanting to admit his interest, replies, "Your dad's asking for their number." Yuji stares at him with scepticism, "why would he need their number?"

"I don't know, man." Sukuna shrugs. Yuji tries to walk away, but Sukuna drags him back.

"We're not going home until you ask," Yuji tries to take his grip off him, but Sukuna's too strong.

"Fine, just please don't harass them or something." Yuji takes the number and gives it to Sukuna.

Like the lying uncle that he is, he still bullied Yuji that day.

Aside from using Yuji to ask for numbers, Sukuna also makes Yuji do the chores Jin asked him to do.

"Oh, yeah. Your dad said you should take out the trash." Sukuna says while watching wrestling on the television.

"I can't believe I'm stuck with you again," Yuji complains.

"I can hear you, brat."

"It's not like I was preventing you from hearing me," Yuji yells as he takes out the trash.

"Remember to clean the backyard after you return! Also, buy me some ice cream on your way here!" Yuji doesn't answer and slams the door.

Sometimes, Sukuna blames Yuji for something he did.

"Yuji, I told you not to play too rough. Look, you knocked down the trash can," Sukuna scolds when he sees Gojo approaching. "Your teacher would be disappointed if he sees it,"

Yuji's jaw drops after hearing Sukuna.

"But you were the one who kicked it down after getting pissed into an argument with a child!" Yuji complains, not noticing Gojo.

"Yuji, you know it's bad to lie, right?" Sukuna pretends to be disappointed.

"You're the one lying!" Yuji yells in disbelief.

"Gojo, I'm so sorry my nephew is acting this way. Please punish him," Sukuna clutches his chest in faux pain. It hurts to think about him being punished, but he needs some discipline, or this behaviour will continue."

Gojo only smiles, "don't worry about it. It's a problem that's easy to resolve. Since you're his uncle, why don't you set an example by cleaning it up? Hm? Maybe it'll teach Yuji to own up to his mistakes,"

Sukuna glares as Gojo walks away with Yuji while he's cleaning up.

#jjk sukuna ryomen #jjk sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk itadori yuji #jjk yuji #yuji itadori #itadori yuji #jjk hcs #jjk headcanons #unckuna

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 3 months

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@katkitkats messaged me an idea about Hanma being a punk ass and denying you an orgasm.

MDNI UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE.

"Ohh-hoh-hoh! Yeah? Baby likes that, huh? Don't you? Tell me. Tell me how much you like that, princess. I needa hear the words."

Hanma had been fucking with you in some way or another since you woke up this morning. There was nothing particularly special about the day. It wasn't an anniversary or a birthday. No, he just got a bug up his ass and wanted to pester you until you reached your breaking point. And that was his specialty if you ever saw a person have one.

But it was how he was pestering you that really got under your skin. He would get you on the precipice of your orgasm and stop everything he was doing to go smoke a cigarette or have a bite of a leftover sandwich with the dumpster cats.

"Shu-Shuji ... wh-wher-why are you doing this to me? Huh? Did I piss you off or somethin'? Did you have a dream where I cheated on you and this is your revenge? Baby, I would never. I swear. You know this. Jus- please. You gotta lemme finish. Fuck, Shuji! Can I finish mys-" you knew it was a stupid question. A stupid, stupid, stupid question.

"DON'T!! You know better than to ask me if you can finish what I start. Keep your hands where I can see them at all times. You understand?" He took one last drag of his cigarette and put it out in the glass ashtray on the rickety bannister and walked through the screen back into the living room, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch from you.

"Shuji ...?" You glared at him. "Ar-what are you doing?"

He looked at you blankly. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm watching TV."

You let out a frustrated whine and grabbed one of the throw pillows, smacking him with it. "No. No no no no. You don't get to just stop when you're right there and just ... just watch TV! Shuji, I swear to God, you're going to kill me."

He raised an eyebrow and turned off the TV, turning his attention towards you. "And why, pray tell, would I kill you?"

"YOU'RE going to be the dead one soon if you don't help your sweet, ridiculously wet girlfriend out." You sat the pillow down on the couch and walked slowly to you and Hanma's bedroom. You knew he was looking at you. Taking in the curve of your hips. The jiggle of your ass in those thin pajama shorts. For a second before disappearing into the room, you stopped and looked at him. Expressionless. But he saw it, he always saw what wasn't there.

He let out a chuckle and got up, following you to the bedroom.

As soon as you heard his footsteps, you crawled onto the bed. You could hear him shuffling around in the doorway. "Please, Shuji. I need you."

Hanma came over to you on the bed. "Oh yeah, baby? You need me? Why you so needy today? Hm? 'S like all you think about is my cock." He ran his middle finger from your leg to your clothed clit and pressed down. "Such a hot little thing, isn't it? Maybe I should cool it off? Would you like that, princess?"

He pulled your shorts down, leaving your panties on you.

"Shuji ... baby, please."

"What's that, baby? What do you need?"

"I need you. Please. I need you."

"Oh, you want me to fuck you, huh? Is that it? Want me to fuck you so hard you can't even walk tomorrow?"

You grabbed his shoulder and pulled him closer to you, pressing your lips to his. "Fuck me, Shuji."

He smirked against your lips and pushed your panties to the side and his fingers inside you slowly, listening to you moan into his mouth. "Fuck, baby. You're so wet for me, aren't you? You've been wet all day, haven't you? I bet you were ready for me as soon as you woke up."

Hanma pumped his fingers inside of you so fast and hit everything so right that you were about to cum. The noise alone got you there much quicker than his touch, you think. Your pussy was so desperate for him, so wet, so squelchy.

"Princessss ... you're in such a rush right now."

You huffed out in absolute frustration. "What do you mean 'right now'. I've been like this since you woke me up with your hand between my thighs? Yeah, yeah. Pretty much soaking since then, Shu."

He laughed.

"Please, baby. Fuck."

"Are you telling me what to do? I don't think I like your tone." Hanma backed off of you and walked his long fingers up the length of your left leg and back over to your pussy.

"The fuck is your problem? You're being unnecessarily assho-ohh fffuckkkk, Shu!" He plunged his fingers into your cunt and did what he did best - that is, aside from his mouth and cock. But he was on one today and was pushing the envelope with you for some fuck of a reason. He hooked his fingers inside you and rubbed the rough pad of his thumb over your clit.

"Don't. Fucking. Move." He growled in your ear through gritted teeth as he worked his fingers. "I wanna see you cum with just my fingers. And I wanna see it soon." He pressed down harder and faster, watching as you gripped the sheets and bucked your hips towards him.

"Oh my god. Fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Shuji, I'm gonna-"

"Cum. Right ... fucking ... now!" He pushed his fingers down harder and curled them, hitting your g-spot with such precision you wondered if he had been taking night classes or something.

You let out a loud moan and squirted onto his hand, soaking the bed sheets and his arm.

"Oh, fuck. That's my princess." He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. Walking to the doorway, he left you in a literal puddle on the bed. "You fuckin' happy now or you gonna keep whinin' about how bad you need me?" He smirked, kissed you on the forehead and said he'd be out back feeding the cats again.

@southside-otaku @kazutora-kurokawa @arlerts-angel @viburnt @darkstarlight82 (You out there? Haven't talked to you in a while =(

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tojiscumdumpster · 5 months

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CHAPTER ONE - TOJI

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I usually don’t become swoon by seeing attractive women. Working security at a luxury club, I come across them almost every day. At one point in my life, I even slept with them for money because I needed survival after the Zen’in Family disowned me about twenty years ago.

But when I stare in the direction of the bar, I’m convinced I’m looking at one of the prettiest women I’ve ever seen in my life.

She’s fucking gorgeous. The deepest and richest shade of brown. Thick curls falling to her shoulders. Full thighs that are being constricted by the material of her denim mini skirt.

God, I don’t fucking care if I sound like a pervert, but every time I saw her cross and uncross her legs, I hoped to see a sneak of her panties.

I don’t care to be in a relationship.

I just had to fuck her. Hard and slow until she’s screaming my name.

Insta lust isn’t really my thing. However, my cock is feeling extremely uncomfortable in my pants right now.

“Fushiguro!” Shiu Kong’s voice blares through my ears.

Shit, I forgot I wasn’t alone.

He continues, “You heard anything I said or you’re too busy drooling over that pretty girl at the bar?” He points with his chin, taking a drag of his third cigarette tonight.

That fucker needs to give it a break.

“I’m not fucking drooling, Kong,” I answered. “And what did you say?”

He chuckles. “I asked, are you going to consider that contract I gave you?”

“No. You know I don’t do that kind of shit anymore. I have a kid.”

“And how’s your relationship with Megumi going?”

I hate using the term friend , but Shiu Kong would be the closest thing that I would have of that sort. We met back in Tokyo after I left the Zen’in Family.

Our friendship consists of business, banter, and talking shit to one another. He’s not a bad guy. Pretty decent and not as annoying as other people. And I guess you can say I kind of owe him since he helped watch Megumi after his mother passed.

He’s been in the States for a few days now to visit, trying to convince me to take this damn contract. But he knows I left that part of me back in Japan.

“It’s going,” I finally responded. “He’s still adjusting to being here.”

“English working well for him? You’re helping him I assume.”

I give him an annoyed look. “Trying to make sure I’m being a dad?”

“Someone has to,” he says, boringly, while putting out his cigarette to like another one. “Maybe you should get a girlfriend. Make her a housewife. Being a single parent to a fifteen-year-old boy isn’t the easiest.”

I let out a mixture of a scoff and chuckle. “And how would you fucking know?”

“Considering that I helped take care of your boy, I would know.”

“Hm,” I say.

“And I’m frankly tired of having to babysit your old ass, too. You’re forty-two, Fushiguro. I can’t be your lover forever.”

And here goes the shit talking.

“Funny. I don’t remember you having anyone.”

He smirks. “I have my options.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

My attention is back to the woman at the bar, and this time she’s not alone. Some guy occupied the seat next to her, and by the looks of it, she’s annoyed. I’m almost positive that he’s hitting on her. I mean, who wouldn’t? Her beauty steals the attention of the bar. Still, even I know when to read the fucking room.

If a woman isn’t interested, then she isn’t interested. You can tell by their body language and how they engage with you.

Her body is telling him to fuck off, and she’s doesn’t look like she’s engaging either. And despite that, the fucker can’t keep his hands to himself.

You would think the other men seeing what’s happening would be decent enough to fucking defend her but they’re just sitting around with stupid grins on their faces.

Kong was talking some type of shit before I got up from the table and walked toward the bar.

I had two reasons to go over there.

One, to get that motherfucker away from her, and two, my selfish intent to see how pretty she is up close.

The closer I got to the bar, their conversation became more coherent.

“Come on, sweetheart. Why are you playing hard to get?”

“You don’t know how to fucking take no for an answer?”

Her voice…

Get it together, Fushiguro.

“I do, but this feels like a game of cat and mouse.” He’s definitely drunk.

“If-”

“She’s not interested,” I interrupted.

The moment I uttered those words, it’s like on cue, her and I locked eyes. Her hues are the color of coffee with a touch of milk. I drink them in. The almond shape. The small creases underneath. The length of her lashes. I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at them.

Then, her face. It has this type of softness yet definition. Those full lips that are brown and pink, even prettier up close.

No. She’s more than pretty.

She’s beautiful. Sexy. Tempting.

It’s like I almost forgot what I came here for before this shithead opened his mouth again.

“And who the fuck are you?” He’s trying to remain calm. Confident, even. But I’ve been told how intimidating my presence can be for people. It’s clearly affecting him.

“The guy that’s fucking telling you she’s not interested and to leave her the fuck alone,” I bit out. “You look desperate.”

He gets off the stool to buck up to me.

Funny.

“What happens if I don’t?”

“I don’t think you want to find out.” Is all I say to him.

This guy is about three inches, maybe four inches shorter than me. He’s intoxicated. He is barely confident in the words he’s saying to me. But somehow he thinks he wants to find out if he doesn’t listen to my warning.

The other pieces of shit that didn’t say anything listen into our heated conversation. I even feel her eyes still on me. Why am I being overprotective over a woman I don’t know? Like she’s mine? Not sure, but I am.

Though, it looks like he made the right decision by walking away, his friends going right along with him.

“You okay?” I ask her, after the drunken fuck leaves.

“I am. Thank you for defending me.”

Velvety. Smooth. Soft. Raspy. Mature. All the words that come to mind when I hear her voice. I feel the fucking hair on the back of my neck standing up. I just know she would sound so sweet while taking me.

Fushiguro .

I know. I’m a pervert. Fucking shoot me for being attracted to her.

I nod and say nothing else to her, beginning to walk away but she stops me.

“What’s your name?” she asks, smiling.

“Toji Fushiguro.”

“Do you usually give out your full name like that, Toji Fushiguro?”

Charming, I think. I give her a small smile.

“And yours?”

“Y/N. Just Y/N, for now.”

I quip a brow. “You say for now, are you suggesting there will be a later?”

“Hm, it depends. Do you want to sit down and keep me company? Your scary boyfriend demeanor can probably keep away the rest of the creeps.”

“Scary? Do I scare you?”

She laughs, and it’s like music to my ears. “No, Toji. You don’t scare me.”

My name from her lips sounds like pure sin. It drips like honey. I want to taste how it sounds when she’s moaning it.

“I wouldn’t mind, but I have a friend-” I look back to the table where Kong and I were at to see that he left.

And I’m pretty sure he didn’t cover the fucking bill.

She shrugs. “I don’t mind your friend joining. As long as he’s not weird, which I’m assuming he’s not since you associate yourself with him. The more, the merrier.”

“Looks like he left.”

“Then it looks like you’re going to keep me company.”

Now, she’s not asking me. She’s telling me.

Shit .

I have no reason to protest, so I fill the seat next to her. The bartender comes to me to take my order, but I tell him just a refill on ginger ale and remind him I have a tab open.

“You don’t drink?”

“Nah, not really. I don’t like the taste of alcohol. It’s not the type of burn that I like,” I tell her.

“What kind of burn do you like, Toji Fushiguro?” Is she…

“You flirting with me, Y/N?”

She smiles. “Just making conversation. That’s all.”

“Hm. Well, to answer your question, the workout burn feels good. Help clears my mind.”

“You have a lot going on in your mind?”

“I’m a forty-two and a single dad. My mind feels like a Formula One track.”

She giggles. “I can only imagine. How old is your…”

“Son, and he’s fifteen.

“I don’t have kids, but I teach at a high school. Teenagers are definitely not a walk in the park.”

“A classroom full of kids sounds like hell.”

This time her laugh is louder and clearer than before.

“I swear it’s not that bad. I used to teach elementary school kids. They are a bit more handful since they’re younger. I was their temporary mom for the day,” she explains. “Teaching isn’t the easiest, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

“I see you’re very passionate about it.”

“I am.” Y/N takes a swig of her martini, licking the sugar off her lips that coats them. And like the creep she doesn’t think I am, I stare at that pretty mouth of hers.

A visual of Y/N on her knees with her full lips wrapped around my cock plays in my mind. It’s like she knows what I’m thinking because when she looks at me after putting down her drink, she shies away but quickly gathers herself.

“So, uhm, what do you do?”

“I work at a luxury club. VIP security,” I answer.

“Very fitting.”

“How so?”

“You ask me if you scare me. I said no, but you give off protective vibes. It’s only right to put a good trait to use to make money, no?”

I hum, taking a sip of my ginger ale. “I guess you’re right.”

Over the course of hours, Y/N and I carry conversation. Talking to her feels… nice. Easy, almost. Like the more we talk, the more familiar she becomes. I’m not into that artificial crap, but I feel like I’ve spoken to her before.

Like I knew her in another lifetime.

Usually, I talk about myself when I’m talking to people, especially women. However, with Y/N? I listen to her. The words she says. Her opinions about insightful topics. She’s breathtaking. Smart. Addicting.

My cock isn’t aching only from her looks, but also from the high I feel from her mind.

I sound like a sap. I know I do. It’s just… I haven’t felt this way since my wife died seven years ago.

Maybe you could try again.

Absolutely not. My heart and any kind of decency I had left was buried in the grave next to my wife.

There’s nothing wrong with a good conversation before an attempted fuck, so that’s all I’m doing.

That’s what I’m trying to convince myself, at least.

“So, Toji, you from around here?”

“Nah. Born in Japan. I’ve only been in the States for three years with my kid.”

“What about your son’s mother? She didn’t move with you?” She questions.

I toy with the black band that I still keep on my finger. “No. She moved somewhere I can’t go, unfortunately.”

“Where is—Oh…” Before asking her question, she realized what I meant. “I’m so sorry, Toji. I shouldn’t have invaded like that.”

“Nah, it’s okay. It… was a while ago.”

“Is that why you said your mind feels like a Formula One track?”

I manage to let out a hoarse chuckle. “Yeah. Her death affected me and my son badly, but we’re handling it differently.”

“Not everyone's grieving process is the same,” she reassures.

“Right, but does it normally cause your kid to hate you?”

Why am I saying this? Why am I showing my vulnerability to a woman I just met two hours ago? In the middle of a fucking bar for Christ’s sake. I can’t even blame it on the alcohol because I don’t drink.

All I wanted to do was fuck Y/N until she’s screaming my name, but that sole intention went completely out the door the more we talked.

My slight insecurity from my vulnerability isn’t even because of Y/N. She doesn’t look bothered or taken off guard from my confession. She just waits for me to talk… like she wants to listen to me.

She turns her body around to face me and while doing so, our knees brush. I don’t know if she felt that slight electricity when making contact, but I did. Hopefully she just has a good way of masking her reactions.

“Why do you think your son hates you?”

I shrug. “We’re just not as close as we used to be. It feels like his mom was the glue that kept us together. Then, when she died, so did my bond with Megumi.”

A soft smile of pain shows on her face. “Megumi… that means blessings . She picked it?”

“I did, because that’s what he feels like.”

“Hm, I see,” she says, simply. “I’m not a therapist, but I wouldn’t automatically assume Megumi hates you. Like I said, grief is different for everyone. I’m pretty sure it can cause distance between loved ones, too. I would say he’s still adjusting. Just like you are.”

“Sure you’re not a therapist?”

She pats my thighs without realizing what that does to me. “Nope, just a high school reading teacher.”

“Sorry guys. We’re about to close. Mind paying your tab?” The bartender says to us.

Were we talking for that long? Guess that happens when conversation is good.

“Ah okay.” Y/N reaches for purse to pull out her wallet, but mine is already out, giving enough cash to cover both of our bills with a tip. “You didn’t have to do that, Toji.”

“Maybe I wanted to?”

She doesn’t bother to argue with me. “Well— thank you.”

“Let me walk you to your car?”

“Oh, I don’t drive when I go out. Never know how much you’re going to drink.”

“Okay, call your ride share and I’ll wait with you.”

Y/N nods and starts walking towards the exit. I can’t help but take a look at her ass. So fat and naturally shaped. Her legs look so smooth. Thick. I want them to wrap around my waist while I pound into her.

And don’t fucking get me started on the top she’s wearing that shows a peak of her belly. I can tell she’s not wearing a bra.

Fuck, Y/N.

Why is looking at her making me sexually frustrated?

Typically, I’m direct about my intentions. If the woman wants to fuck, cool. If not, also cool. But for some reason I can’t open my mouth to ask. My dick presses against my pants and I’m glad I wore black tonight rather than my normal grey sweats.

“Looks like my ride is about five minutes away,” she says. “I had a really good time talking to you, Toji. Your company wasn’t bad.”

“Better than that motherfucker from before?” I ask.

She rolls her eyes at the thought of him. “Way better. Gosh, that guy was so fucking annoying. He does that every time I come here. I’m hoping since you showed up, he won’t be an issue anymore.”

“He won’t.”

She arches her brow. “Why so sure?”

“I think I made my scary boyfriend message clear,” I joke.

“Ha, ha, real funny.” Silence is now between us. We look at each other, and on her face is a soft smile while mine is probably the same.

Unlike before, Y/N doesn’t shy away. Instead, she speaks.

“Can I be honest?”

“Sure.”

“I want to kiss you, but I’m not sure if it would be appropriate,” she admits.

“And why wouldn’t it be?”

“Well, you vented to me about your late wife, which is perfectly fine. I appreciate you being that comfortable with me. I just don’t want to take advantage of your vulnerability.”

I chuckle. “You can’t take advantage of me.”

She places her hands on her hips, shifting her weight onto one leg. “Is that your way of consenting to a kiss?”

“Can I be honest, too?” She nods. “I want to do more than just kiss you, but I would be no different from that shithead.”

“No, you would. The difference is you’re not a creep and I’m consenting to your honesty, which I’m attracted to.” Y/N closes the space between us. Even with heels, she still looks up to me because of my height. “Consent is sexy.”

“I agree,” I affirmed, cuffing around her chin to tilt higher. The whiff of her sweet alcoholic breath fills my senses, and that alone can make me drunk.

Her breath hitches. “Do you?”

“I do.”

“Kiss me, Toji.”

And I do. I kiss her hard. Aggressively. Passionately that has my blood rushing straight to my groin. Y/N’s lips are so fucking soft, sweet, succulent, every descriptor you can think of while kissing someone as pretty as her.

I force her mouth with my own, licking around to explore and get a better taste of her. She whimpers and I utter fuck from how sexy she sounds. That alone can tell me she’s probably needy, proving my point that she would take my cock in her pussy like I’m all she knows.

Like I give a fuck about us being in the middle of the street, making out like we’re horny college kids. I want to feel more of her, this fucking body of hers that I know I will have wet dreams about and fist my cock to in the shower when I wake up the next morning.

“Y/N, can I–”

“Stop talking,” she whispers. It’s like Y/N knew what I was going to ask because she cut me off by grabbing my hands to place on her ass so I could squeeze.

Fuck, it’s so soft and big. It feels jelly and perfect in my hands. While I busy myself with my own, her hands slip through my locks to deepen our kiss. Her full lips overpower mine, sucking and biting on my bottom lip.

It’s not a want, but I need to fuck her.

Now.

“Let me fu-” And before I was able to ask, the honking of her rideshare interrupted our heated kiss, reminding us we’re not alone.

We break apart and ogle at each other. Those pretty fucking eyes roars with pure lust and hunger. Her lips are swollen, gloss completely gone from my excessive sucking.

My hand is still at her ass while the other feathers along her collarbone and the mountain of her breasts, causing her breaths to shallow. I pull her closer to me so she can feel what she did to me.

Again, the driver honks the car and I’m two seconds away from breaking his window if he doesn’t fucking wait.

“I can come over?” I ask.

“I want you to, but I can’t. Not tonight,” she declines. “School night. I’m already out later than I planned. Now it’s going to be harder for me to go to sleep after-”

“This.” I wrap my hand around her throat to give her a quick sensual kiss.

“Yes,” she breathes, squeezing my arms. “After that.”

Y/N hesitantly breaks away from me to head into the backseat of the car. I open the door for her, but before she goes in, I grab her arm to pull back into my chest so I can kiss her–again.

She’s just so fucking addicting

“Toji, I have to go,” she tells me with a smile on her face.

“Alright, alright.” I let her go so she can get in the car and roll down the window. “You say not tonight. So when? “Hm, I’ll let you know,” she teases. The driver got sick of our shit, so he slowly started driving away but kept close enough for me to hear Y/N. “Good night, Toji Fushiguro.”

“Night, Y/N.” And she’s gone, leaving me in front of the bar with a hard dick and pornographic thoughts.

Y/N is so fucking sexy, and she’s a good woman. Has a career that she loves. A good listener and honest without coming off as judgemental. Not like it would hurt me if she did, but I didn’t realize how calming it felt to talk to a stranger about my lack of confidence with being a single dad. She’s almost like a ray of… sunshine.

Too perfect for me.

We didn’t even exchange numbers, so the likelihood of me fucking her is slim to none.

Oh well. Maybe I was only meant to meet her to hear her reassurance and taste her lips… feel her ass…

Shit, my dick is harder than before.

Jacking off isn’t going to work. Not tonight .

I pull out my phone and scroll through my contacts to see who can help alleviate my pleasure.

Maybe I’ll run into Y/N someday. Hopefully in this lifetime.

NEXT CHAPTER

#anime x black!reader #anime x reader #toji x reader #toji fushigro x reader #toji x black reader #toji fushiguro x black reader #jjk x reader #jjk x black reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #toji angst #jjk angst

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amphibiahawks321 · 15 days

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M!Reader : Woooooooah....

[Y/N stares around the beautiful forest]'

M!Reader : it's so beautiful....

[Y/N pulls out a notebook from his adventure pack and starts drawing inside it]

......

[Noises start being heard near a bush]'

M!Reader : !!!!!!'

[The bush starts shaking]'

M!Reader : Hello?

[The bush starts shaking even more startling Y/N]

M!Reader : .......

[A tiny bunny hops out of the bush]'

M!Reader : ......

M!Reader : Awwwwww! Now How can I NOT pet that!

[Y/N put his notebook back into his adventure pack and walked up to the bunny and starts petting it]

M!Reader : This forest is seriously the beautifulest!

M!Reader : Especially with you around here little guy!

[The bunny starts leaning into the touch]

M!Reader : Awwww!

M!Reader : But... I seriously can't be here for too long... I do NOT want to mess with that tree guard... I'll see you soon little guy.... Maybe next time I'll bring you some carr-

[A winged shadow starts appearing behind him]

M!Reader : Huh? When did the sun-!!!?!?!!

[Y/N looked up behind him and sees maleficent floating Infront of him with a not so pleased expression]

M!Reader : Oh....My.....Pixies

[Maleficent floats down and stares at him still with a not so pleased expression]

[M!Reader thought 💭]

Oh my g-gosh she's tall.....

M!Reader : Y-y-your t-t-THE m-maleficent!

Maleficent : And you're an uninvited guest...

[Maleficent starts walking up to Y/N]'

M!Reader : W-wait! I didn't mean to-

[Maleficent starts gripping Y/N's hand]'

M!Reader : Hey! Ow! I thought you weren't so evil anymore!

Maleficent : And you assume I wouldn't be angry if I found someone sneaking in and starts writing something about my forest......

M!Reader : ......

M!Reader : Okay fair point....

M!Reader : but I swear I wasn't doing anything bad! I just wanted to see what the forest here looks like! And I-

[Maleficent drags Y/N to a nearby tree grabs his head pins it to the tree]

M!Reader : Ouch!

[Maleficent walked to him from behind bends down a little and leans into his ear]

Maleficent : if you ever tried to sneak in again... Things... Will... Get.... Ugly....

M!Reader : ......

M!Reader blushing : ......

Maleficent : .....

Maleficent : Are you.... Blushing?

M!Reader blushing : you're literally a tall woman with horns, wings and wearing lipstick that is pinning me Against a tree how do you think I should react!

[Maleficent stops pinning his head against the wall]

Maleficent : Why are you here.... Speak now...

Maleficent : Are you here to destroy my kingdom...

M!Reader : N-No! Not at all! I just wanted to check out the forest near your kingdom!

Maleficent : Then why did you sneak in....

M!Reader : Have you seen your tree guard? That thing is TERRIFYING looking!

Maleficent : Then why are you here to check my forest... There's gotta be another motive...

M!Reader : There really isn't! Here check my notebook!

[Y/N pulls out his notebook and gives it to her]

Maleficent : .....

[Maleficent opens his notebook and sees drawings of the trees, the tree guard, other creatures and ......Herself?]

Maleficent : Hm.... drawing?

M!Reader : Y-Yeah... Not really good but it's bearable...

Maleficent : You certainly are... You draw my left horn a little bit longer...

M!Reader blushing : Hehe I told you I wasn't that good....

Maleficent : .....

[Maleficent slams the notebook into Y/N's chest]

M!Reader : Ough!

Maleficent : You can continue if you want to...

M!Reader : Wait really!?

Maleficent : You want me to take my words back....

M!Reader : No! no!

Maleficent : What I thought...

M!Reader : Thank you! Male-..... Ummm... Is it okay if I call you-

Maleficent : Yes....

M!Reader : T-thank you maleficent... But I think it's time for me to go back... I've been here for quite a long time now...

Maleficent : agreed.... But... Before you go.... I must say....

M!Reader : ???

[Maleficent grabs his under chin and lifts it up to make proper eye contact]

Maleficent : You're definitely an odd one...

M!Reader : ......

M!Reader blushing : T-thank you?

Maleficent : Your face is blushing again-

M!Reader blushing : OOKAY! I think it's time for me to go now! I'll definitely come back again when I get the chance! Later!

[Y/N leaves while still flustered]'

[M!Reader thought 💭]

Ohmygosh Ohmygosh Ohmygosh Ohmygosh Ohmygosh Ohmygosh Ohmygosh OHMYGOSH! DID THAT SERIOUSLY JUST HAPPENED!?

Maleficent : .....

Maleficent : Chuckles a strange one indeed...

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joedirtymadre · 2 months

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Date Night

ZORO X READER! FLUFF! (Pls send requests! I’m on my knees begging for ppl to send them 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️)

“Zoro, when's the last time you took me on a date?” I asked. “A what?” He asked. “Exactly! You don’t even know what a date is! And I don’t either, but I do know that couples go on them,” I huffed as I fell back onto the training mat. “Sounds dumb,” he said as he swung his ginormous weights. “That’s because you don’t have any romantic trait in your whole dumb buff body…” I sighed. “Why does it matter if we go on dates? You know I love you? Isn’t that enough?” He asked. “It is… but I don’t know. Wouldn’t you like to see me get dressed up, and I mean… it’d be kind of nice to see you all dressed fancy too. Then we go eat, you get me a flower and put it in my hair, and then we walk under the moonlight,” I say as I fantasized the whole experience. “Sounds like a hassle, and I think you’ve been reading too many of Robin’s books,” he said as he dropped his weights. “I guess… I guess you’re right. It is a lot to ask for…” I sighed and headed out of the training room. “Hey! Where are you-“ but I didn’t stay back to answer, I just headed down to the room to take a nap. I’ll just sleep it off, maybe he’s right…

Zoro’s POV

I went to look for (Y/N), but before I could reach her she locked herself in the girls’ room. “Zoro? What’s up?” Nami asked behind me. I turned around and let out a loud sigh. “I just… I’m just confused…” he said. “Hm? Confused about what?” Robin said as she walked down the stairs.

I now sat in front of the 2 women ready to ask some questions. “Alright Zoro, so what happened?” Nami asked. “Well, (Y/N) started asking all these questions about a date? And I said that it sounds dumb and why should we even go on a date if we know that we love each other already… and it all just sounds like a waste of time… And now she locked herself in the room and I just don’t know why,” I sighed as I fell back into the chair. “You idiot!” Nami snared as she hit my head. “Ow!” I yelled, feeling a bump form on my head. “Zoro, I think the reason why (Y/N) is asking for a date is because she wants to see that you love her,” Robin explained. “But I already do that. I let her follow me when we visit islands, we train together, I help her during fights… What more could she wa-“ Nami smacked my head again, causing another bump to form. “She means actual romantic stuff, you moron! I can’t believe you thought that was a showing of love, at that rate she’s no different than a crew mate!” Nami huffed. “You should think about taking her out sometimes, and treat her more like a girlfriend and less like a regular crew mate. We know that you love her, and I’m sure she knows too… but sometimes someone wants to experience classic romance. Did she say what kind of date she’d like?” Robin asked. “She said she wants us to dress up, go eat, put a flower in her hair, then walk under the moonlight…” I trailed off. “Oh my poor (Y/N), she’s so pure-hearted,” Nami smiled. “That does sound wonderful,” Robin agreed. “And easy,” Nami pointed out. “What restaurant would I even take her to? You said the next island is about 2 weeks away,” I said. “That is true… but luckily for you we do have an outstanding chef!” Nami said excitedly. “That’s right, I’m sure Sanji wouldn’t mind helping,” Robin smiled. “That curly-brow? I don’t kn- Alright I’ll ask him!” I said before Nami could smack me again. “Good! And we can dress (Y/N) up! Oh, and ask Sanji to borrow one of his suits,” Nami said. “Alright…” I said as I walked towards the kitchen. “Oh, before you go Zoro…” Robin called out and handed me something.

(Y/N)’s POV

I woke up to a knock on the door. I slowly dragged myself to the door and opened it, to greet… no one. Hmmm. I looked down and saw a letter. “Ooh, what’s this?” I asked myself as I picked up the letter. I noticed my name was printed on the outside, I closed the door and opened the letter.

Dear (Y/N),

Meet me by the dining room at 8PM. Nami and Robin will be stopping by in a few seconds.

Zoro

“Is this… a date?!” I asked excitedly, I began hopping around the room until I realized. “Hey… the letter said Nami and Robin would be here in-“ I was cut off from the knocking on the door. “Oh nevermind,” I said and ran over to open the door. “Nami! Robin!” I said excitedly. “Hi (Y/N)!” They said as they walked in. “So, why are you two in the letter?” I asked, confused. “Well that’s because Zoro asked us to help you get all dolled up,” Robin smiled. “He did? Really?” I asked. “oh Yep, now come on! Your date is gonna start in about an hour, we gotta be quick!” Nami said as she began rolling up her sleeves. “Huh?” I asked, as I noticed the two girls had stars in their eyes.

“We really outdid ourselves,” Nami smiled as she wiped her forehead. “Mmhmm, you look beautiful (Y/N),” Robin smiled. I looked into the mirror and gasped, I had a beautiful emerald green satin, off-shoulder corset top midi dress, with a slit that goes up to my knee. Nami let me borrow a black ankle strap heel, with some matching jewelry. Robin also put some curlers in my hair, and it left some beautiful loose waves. “You think so? Do… Do you think Zoro will like it?” I asked as I felt my face heat up. “Aww… and he better, or I’ll knock some sense into him,” Nami said. “Now, now, (Y/N)’s already 10 minutes late. I’m sure her date won’t be too happy if she’s a minute longer,” Robin giggled. “Beauty takes time Robin, I’m sure Zoro knows that. Now we just need a light rosy lip gloss, to tie everything together. The second Nami finished putting the lip gloss on me I rushed out the door, but not before hugging both of them and telling them a bunch of thank you’s.

I walked slowly towards the dining room, I noticed a figure standing outside the door. “Zoro?” I called out. “There you are. I was just thinking that my date stood me up,” he smiled as he approached me. I blushed when I saw him all dressed up. “H-Hi…” I stuttered. “What’s wrong, beautiful?” He asked as he grabbed my chin, making me face him. “N-N-Nothing…” I said, flustered. Zoro chuckled and moved his hand down and grabbed mine. “You look beautiful. I gotta thank Nami and Robin for making you look almost perfect,” he smiled. “Almost perfect?” I asked. “Yeah, there’s something missing,” he said as he pulled a flower from inside his coat pocket. “A rose?” I asked. “Mmhmm,” he nodded, and slowly placed the bright red rose behind my ear. “Perfect, well you’re always perfect… but I do like how you look in a dress,” he smiled. If romance could kill a person, I’d be a goner. “Th-Thanks,” I blushed. “Now let’s get to that dinner, the idiot-cook made,” he said and led me inside the dining room.

We walked into the dining room, and I gasped the second I saw the beautiful setup. “Zoro, did you do all of this?” I asked. “Well… Usopp did the setup, but he did outdo himself,” Zoro said as he led me to the cloth covered table with a candle and a vase filled with roses. “Wow,” I said, and Zoro helped me into my seat. Then pushing me in, towards the table. He then sat in the seat across from me. As soon as he sat, Sanji walked out with 2 trays. “Oh hi, Sanji,” I waved. “Hello m'lady,” Sanji smiled, and I saw Zoro roll his eyes. “Today we have a Sun-dried tomato chicken and gnocchi. With a side of cesar salad and a glass of Pinot Noir,” he said as he poured us a glass and placed the meals down. “Thanks Sanji, everything looks delicious,” I smiled. “I’m glad, and I’ll leave you two to your meal,” he smiled and quickly walked away. We began to eat until I noticed something, “Hey Zoro, isn’t it crazy that Luffy hasn’t smelled the food yet?” I laughed. “That’s because I have him tied up in the basement,” he replied. “Y-You what…?” I asked. “Yeah… I didn’t want him ruining our date, so I took matters into my own hands,” he said mischievously. “You sound like a mafia boss,” I sweat dropped. “Now finish up, I still have another surprise for you,” he said. “Ok!” I smiled.

We quickly finished up the meal, and Zoro led me to the deck. I was surprised to see Brooke standing in the middle of the deck. “Hi Brooke,” I waved. “Hello, (Y/N)! Hello Zoro!” He said. “Now grab your lady and hold her tight,” he said and Zoro quickly pulled me into him. Moving his hand to my lower back, and guiding mine to his shoulders before placing his other hand to my lower back. “Z-Zoro?” I blushed. Suddenly Brooke began playing a slow tune on his violin, and Zoro and I began swaying to the music. “You said you wanted a date, and I wanna keep you happy. So I asked some of the crew to help me set this up, cause we both know I couldn’t have done this all by myself,” he explained. “You asked Sanji to help too?” I asked, shocked. “Yeah, but the damn curly brow made me do some favors in order to get his help…” Zoro said, annoyed. “Oh Zoro, you’re so sweet,” I teared up. “Hey don’t go tearing up. I told you already, I love you,” he said softly. “I know, and I love you too,” I said before we both leaned in for a passionate kiss.

But our romantic moment was eventually ruined as we heard some banging coming from downstairs. “Luffy! No!” Usopp yelled, as he, Franky, and Chopper chased after our captain. “I smell it! Where’s the food?” He yelled and ran around the deck. “Those idiots… I put them in charge of keeping him tied up…” Zoro sighed. I laughed as I watched everyone trying to catch Luffy, but he kept slipping out of their grasps. “Come here,” I said and pulled him in for another kiss. “I can get used to doing this kind of thing again,” he said, before deepening the kiss.

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imahinatjon · 1 month

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Doubt

Dazai x Reader

I Don't like sad/bad endings.

PART 1

"Osamu,

I'm leaving this short letter for you to read when you wake up. By now you should already know I'm not there. That's because I've left. During the night. I came to a conclusion that our relationship was not working, we weren't working, we don't belong together. It hurts me to say this, but it's true. I'm sorry. For leaving like this, but I'm afraid it's the only way. I'm sorry. I really am.

Love, YN"

Of all people is was Kunikida who came to see him. Of course, Kunikida's reasons weren't born from concern, but rather, annoyance. Dazai had missed work. Only for a day but, well, we all know how kunikida is with his schedule.

So of course he went to drag Dazai off to work.

Knocking the door felt wrong though. Call it a detectives intuition, but something was up. Something had happened, and it probably wasn't good.

So he let himself in.

The atmosphere was dark, sour. All colour and life drained from the small apartment shared by two.

Dazai wasn't hard to find either. He was sat quietly in the living room, thinking to himself. He didn't even flinch when Kunikida approached.

The letter was on the floor, inviting the blonde to invade the privacy of the couple living here. He didn't think Dazai would mind.

"Where are they?"

"I don't know"

"Why did they leave?"

"I don't know"

"What happened"

Dazai was silent then. He didn't know what happened. But had been forming an idea in his head on what it could have been.

"I'm not sure..."

"But I might need a favor"

Had this been anyone else who just up and went missing, Dazai would probably be able to find them. But, he wasn't in his best heads pace.

Even back in the office he was still somewhat moping around, despite the usual facade he tried to keep up.

If anyone could find where you went, it was Ranpo...

And probably anyone who was actually thinking properly.

"They went 'home'"

"Home? Wh- ohhh"

"Back to their parents, Guarantee that's why they quit their job too"

"Wait, quit?"

"Hmm. Fukuzawa hasn't exactly put that through yet though. Keeping the decision on hold"

Of course. If you'd come in and quit out of the blue, they were going to know something was up. And they wouldn't be just letting you go without so much as a question.

Now he knew where you were though. Back with your parents.

He knew something happened when you visited together. That your mother probably gave you an idea that had plagued your mind. He just wished he'd asked about it when he had the chance. Maybe you would have spoken to him?

No time for that now though. He had to go over to see you.

Convince you to come back.

Your parents house wasn't too far away. So he was knocking on the door in no time.

Your mother looked around thr sitting room, having heard the door knock. She rolled her eyes and reluctantly stood from where she sat, opening the door with a subtle scowel on her face.

"Oh, Dazai... right? What is it?" She asked, trying to ease her face somewhat.

"Is YN here? I need to see them"

"Yeah... what did they do this time?" she huffed

"Nothing. We just need to talk"

"Hm"

"Please?"

"No"

"It's not really your choice"

"Look, if they haven't reached out to you, then ovbiously they don't want to talk. So get off my doorstep... and don't bother knocking again"

This was not the woman he met that day.

Dazai stepped back, not really wanting to cause a scene. He didn't want to deal with your mother, he wanted to deal with you.

So he made his way around the back of the house, finding his own way to see you.

"Who was that?" You asked your mother, walking out of the kitchen to where she just sat back down.

"No one important"

"Kinda sounded like Dazai...?"

"If you knew that then why did you bother asking?!" She snapped.

You discreetly rolled your eyes and walked out. Heading up to your room, you noticed your door slightly creaked open.

You knew who it was. And you'd be lying if you said you weren't exited. But you were nervous, afraid of the consequences of just leaving the way you did.

Swallowing the nervous bile rising in your throat you opened the door fully, stepping inside your room to face the man you loved so dearly.

You don't even question how he got in.

"YN"

You didn't say anything, just stood beside the door, keeping your distance.

"YN"

He called you again. You should go to him. Talk to him, sit beside him. His face doesn't let you in on how he's feeling, but...

You needed to ask him. You hated this feeling of uncertainty.

"I'm sorry" you said. Shutting the door behind you, and leaning nervously against the wall beside it.

"I had to... y'know..."

"Why?" He couldn't fathom why you had to leave.

"Didn't you read my note? I told you, it wasn't right! The relationship, it just wasn't working"

"Then we make it work!" He didn't raise his voice, he didn't want to be discovered by your mother downstairs, but the expression he let slip was shouting, desperate. Only to be hidden behind an unsettling calm once again.

He released a breath "we talk about what's wrong, why you don't think it's working, and we make it work... unless..." He didn't even want to think about that option, but had to accept it was a possibility, so with a quiet voice, he asked

"Unless you really don't love me"

Your breath caught in your throat. He thought that? Really?

"It's not that dazai. I love you, more than anything. I want nothing more than to be by your side for an Eternity, but I know that it can't happen. I know I'm not good enough, I know I don't do enough, I know I'm useless, I know I'm difficult, and I know you don't love me the way I love you. I can't do that to you or myself" you curled in on yourself, sitting on the floor as you let your feelings spill to him, as you told him your truth.

"I can't selfishly keep you tied to someone like me"

Dazai stared at you for a while, contemplating what you had said.

It was as though you were reading his thoughts. You told him exactly what he'd been thinking. But... those were your thoughts?

"Whoever told you that?" He whispered, sad smile coming to his face and he moved to kneel down infront of you.

"Who said you weren't good enough? When have you ever beeb lazy? Or useless? Your everything to me, and more, your perfect, for me, to me..."

He held your hands up in his own

"How is it selfish to love a man who loves you tenfold"

"I'm... you what?"

"Surely you weren't so silly as to think I didn't love you? I asked you to live with me, I asked you to date me for a reason"

"And thinking back... you must have said yes for a reason?" He asked

You couldn't answer, words caught in your throat, tears threatening to spill. So instead, all you did was launch forward, wrapping your arms around his neck to hide and cry into his shoulder.

You should have spoken to him sooner. Maybe this would have been avoided.

Dazai gently stroked your hair, and held an arm around your back. He wasn't about to interuppt you. But... he'd probably have too soon.

"How about you gather your things and we go back home?"

Pulling back go wipe your eyes you nodded, smile small but present.

He helped you put the few small things you took with you in a bag. He climbed out of your window (telling you how he also got in) and took your bag with him.

You headed downstairs to leave through the front door.

"Where you going?" Your mother asked, standing in the living room doorframe.

"Out"

She raised an eyebrow

"Whatever" she childishly huffed and walked off. Leaving you to your own devices.

So you left.

*extra*

Kunikida sat impatiently in the car, tapping on the steering wheel waiting for you and Dazai. He came along because he was a concerned for your mental heath and wellbeing (and maybe Dazai's too) but now he wished he hadn't, as he waited for you two to get in the car, instead of standing outside hugging and sharing a few pecks and laughs like you spent a whole year a part.

It's been a day! Nearly 2!

When you did eventually get in the car, he was already speeding off, desperate to get back to work.

But not before telling you

"You two really need to work on your communication"

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Not yet proofread.

Masterlist :3

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rdr2stories · 22 days

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"Funny little fella" a rdr2 fanfiction.

A short fanfiction about a strange horse that Javier and John brought back to camp.

John pulled at the rope, watching with unease in his chest as he saw the horse at the other end speed up. He looked up at Javier following behind them, they both knew something was wrong, maybe they should have left the horse, but they couldn’t do it now when they had already taken it.

The two of them rode down the small trail to Clemens Point, passing by Arthur who stood guard for once in his life after John had complained to Hosea and Hosea had said Arthur could learn a bit by doing duties. He didn’t seem to enjoy it, but he did enjoy the sight of John and Javier coming back to camp with a pony dragged after them.

“What? Did Old Boy get too big for you Marston?” Arthur joked, letting out a short laughter.

“Very funny,” John replied as he passed by Arthur, walking Old Boy over to a hitching post before jumping off and securing him. He gave Old Boy a scratch as Javier hitched Boaz next to him before he grabbed onto the new pony he had brought back, glancing into camp and finding Hosea playing dominos with Tilly. “Hosea! I need your help!”

Hosea turned around with a startled expression, probably expecting some form of trouble, not John and Javier standing with a funny looking pony. He let out a soft chuckle, excusing himself to Tilly before making his way over to the two men. “What is the problem boys?”

“Me and Javier were out and found this pony, thought it would be good for Jack to start with something small when he learns to ride,” John explained as Hosea patted the sturdy and fluffy pony with even wilder hair than Marston. “So we took it, but I think it is lame and we can’t exactly just let it go now.”

Hosea nodded understandingly. “I see, on what leg?”

Javier snorted slightly as he leaned against the hitching post. “All of them it looks.”

Hosea raised a brow. “Let’s see it then, John do a run please.”

John made a small clicking sound with his tongue, giving a slight yank at the make shift halter and sat into a small run, pulling the pony with him as it sat into a trot, however it looked strange, moving its legs at the wrong time and having a sideways sway in its back.

“Well that does look strange, come back here with it John,” Hosea spoke and waited for John to get back to them before walking over, letting a hand run down the horse’s front left leg, feeling for any bumps or irrecularities. “Well she isn’t warm.” Hosea concluded as he had felt each leg. “Hm, curious.”

“She isn’t lame,” Kieran spoke lowly as he slowly approached the group, the brush he had used on Brawen still in his hand.

“You can’t seriously be thinking that is normal,” Javier replied as he looked at Kieran. “Aren’t you meant to be a horse expert or something O’Driscoll?”

Kieran puffed his chest slightly. “I ain’t no O’Driscoll mister Escuella, but it is because of them that I know she isn’t lame, she is gaited.”

“Gaited?” Hosea asked as he scratched his chin. “I have heard of gaited horses but I expected them to be well… Horses and not ponies.

“She isn’t a pony, she is a horse.” Kieran explained as he walked over and scratched the horse. “Icelandic to be exact, even though they are short they are qualified as horses.”

“Hold on, back to the gaited thing, what does that mean?” John asked, shaking his head slightly.

“You know how your horse has walk, trot and canter? Yeah she has those plus one or two gaits more! One of the O’Driscoll boys had an icelandic because he was part icelandic, I got to ride it ones before Colm killed it after the owner died and we needed food.”

“Two more?” Javier raised a brow.

“Yes,” Kieran answered with a nod. “Tölt and sometimes a flying pace. What you just saw was the tölt, bred to be fast, comfortable and ground covering. It is really nice to sit, and many of the horses were also taught to be able to catch drunk riders who may sway in the saddle.”

John let out a small laugh. “That sounds like a good idea.”

“Men? Isn’t it a bit too small for grown men?” Hosea asked.

“They are bred to be able to carry grown people, they are very strong,” Kieran answered.

“But you said she can trot?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Oh, um, some icelandics prefer tölt and others prefers trot, they can do both but if you just ask for something faster than walk they will have a preference.”

“How do you get them to do the other?”

“To get from tölt to trot you need them to lower their heads and get them to relax more… I think, it has been a while.”

“Would you be able to do it?” John asked.

Kieran’s eyes widened. “Uh- I can try, but I haven’t done it for a while and I only rode the other one time.”

“Well, try is all we can ask,” Hosea shrugged slightly. “We can use it to teach Jack anyways, we will just also need to put him on a trotting horse as well at some point.”

“Hop on then cowboy,” John said to Kieran as he handed him the reins.

“Alright…” Kieran replied nervously before jumping onto the horse, nudging it forwards into a tölt and riding in a small circle in front of the camp. He worked wit the horse for a little before it lowered its head and fell down into a trot, holding it for a bit before picking up the tölt.

“Well would you look at that!” Hosea chuckled as Kieran stopped the horse and walked over to give it a few pats on the neck. “Funny little fella.”

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gmiggle, ty for the love on my gyu posttt <33 so here is another smut with our beloved bbg, jjunie hehe MDNI!! AGELESS, BLANKS DNI!! nsfw content below ╰┈➤warnings: fem!reader x fwb!yeonjun, choking a bit ig, degradation, name calling (slut, filthy girl), objectification (?), possesive!yeonjun, toxic-ish too, spanking, think thats it? lemme know if i missed anything <3 ⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆

You kept glancing back, feeling two holes burn at the back of your head with such burn. Look, you and Yeonjun were nothing official just in a regular friends with benefits situation. See! Nothing special. But why was Yeonjun giving you such dirty looks when you talked to another person, giggling. Even looking at them with those big eyes of yours makes him fuel up with anger.. You should only look at him like that, why are you going out of your way to look at others the same way?? Its pissed Yeonjun off when you even touched anyone but him. Playful shoves, gently hitting, maybe even playing with that person's clothes. Yeonjun rolled his eyes, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek before letting out a soft scoff. The fucking chances you see each other at the ONE house party you decided to go to. Well, better make the most of it. You hum, talking to your friend when a large hand grabbed your wrist, dragging you away. You yelped slightly, shouting out to your “friend” to ‘wait right there’ and ‘it’ll only take a minute, i’ll be back soon’ As Yeonjun rolled his eyes, knowing damn well you won't. Yeonjun found a random bedroom and shoved you in there, earning himself a stink eye from you. “Whats your problem, I was talking to-” “Nuh uh, whats yours? Talking to other people, in front of me? What’re you trying to get at here?” Yeonjun spoke, looking you up and down. A scoff leaving his mouth before he looked away, a hand going up to his waist while the other going to rub his hooded eyes. “And you wore that too, god are you just looking for attention you slut?” Yeonjun continued, now walking up towards you. You click your tongue and move back instinctively, feeling like prey in a predator’s view. His snarky comments always annoyed you, but god why did you feel so turned on by them. “Get that fucking stick out of your ass,” You started, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms, returning that up and down look. “You're actually so annoying, ‘m not looking for-” You were silenced quickly as Yeonjun crashed his lips against yours, his hands guiding you to continue walking back until the back of your thighs stopped at a wooden bed frame. His kiss was hungry, possessive almost. When you stopped, Yeonjun continued to make his advances. His kisses getting messier and sloppier by the second, hands roaming all over those tight clothes which hugged all of your shapes. You groan a bit as Yeonjun pulls back, your lipstick now transferred onto his lips. Yeonjun looked down at you, eating at you with those eyes. God, those fucking eyes. You look to your side a bit before clicking your tongue once again. He always got the best of you. The red mark on your ass already got deeper in color as Yeonjun’s hand landed on it once again, causing you to moan out. Your fingers turned white at the sheer grip on the sheets, curses leaving your lips as Yeonjun pounded into you. Your voice vibrated after ever harsh and quick thrust, digging your face into the pillow to muffle those angelic sounds coming out of your mouth. “Mm-mm, if you are gonna be a slut i want everyone to hear you.” Yeonjun grunted, one hand situated at your waist to keep you steady as the other reached for your neck, lifting your head up. You let out a large, choked sob, tears of mascara running down your red face. “Mhm, yeah let those noises out. Feels so good huh, got my cock filling you all up, like the filthy girl you are, hm” Yeonjun teased as your back arched, causing him to go deeper inside your drooling pussy. “f-fuck! too much, t’much jjunie” You squeaked out but it was no use. Yeonjun was going to use you like a fucking toy. His grip around your waist tightened as his thrust grew even harder, both of your moans filling up the room. Wanna act bad, act like a stupid slut? then here are the consequences !! (≧▽≦)

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