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crosshairlovebot · 2 months

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welcome home / hunter x f!reader

pairing: hunter x f!reader

description: you return home to find hunter in the shower, and he shows you just how much he missed you while he was gone.

word count: 4,036

warnings: NSFW 18+ explicit sexual content. heavy scent kink. plot only if you squint. p in v s*x. oral s*x (f receiving). slight overstimulation. lots of kissing. slight body worship. cr*ampie.

the need to write a part two to that hunter smut a couple of weeks ago was so strong there was no avoiding it. the hunter feels gripped me so hard they're shaking me around like a rag doll. i have never written a full smut sequence like this before, so please bear with me if it's not as perfect as i would like! i'm doing my best!

although the previous part (which is not essential to read to understand this) was written with gender-neutral pronouns, this part is with a female reader. i wanted to make sure i could actually write a scene like this since i've never done it before. gender-neutral smut is something i'd like to try in the future once i feel more comfortable writing in this style :)

also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You rode the slightly odorous lift up to your apartment floor, the doors sliding open slowly once it arrived. The hallway light flickered every minute or two as you approached the door to your humble abode, your body aching after working more overtime than you should’ve stayed for. Yawning, you pressed in the code before promptly walking into the still-closed door with a thud.

You frowned, suddenly more alert. You checked the panel and saw that you had just locked your apartment, not unlocked it. Living on Coruscant – especially in an area not known for being the safest corner of the planetary city – had informally trained you to watch for your safety almost constantly. And the possibility that your door may have been unlocked by someone who may or may not be waiting inside to hurt you was a red flag.

Heart beating faster, you pressed your ear up against the door, to see if you could hear anyone and your eyes widened when you heard a faint groan coming from inside.

Panic began to course through your veins, and you debated whether or not you should call the authorities before deciding against it. They wouldn’t get here in time to be of any use, and so many crimes happened on Coruscant that you doubted anyone would even come at all.

Instead, you steeled yourself and then typed in the code again.

Save for the single lamp you always left on; the apartment was dark. The yellow light bathed the small space in a soft glow that made everything look a little less like a standard-issue Coruscanti apartment and a little more like a home. You quietly dropped your bag by the door, picked up a vase from the entryway and crept into your apartment. It was then you heard the shower running and the soft hum of a smokey tenor echo through the apartment. Your shoulders instantly relaxed.

There was only one person who would break into your apartment and take a shower.

You placed the vase down on the kitchen bench, a smile biting the corners of your mouth as you walked to your small ensuite bathroom, the humming getting louder. Your smile only got wider when you saw his armour stacked neatly next to the dresser. You could hear the hum louder from here, and your heart squeezed itself against your ribs. He was happy.

You opened the door slowly, knocking softly even though he would sense you were there as soon as the door opened. “Hunter?”

The humming stopped and Hunter’s wet head poked around the shower curtain. If he was a sight when he was dry, he was completely ethereal when wet. His hair stuck around his shoulders and neck, water dripping down his tattooed face onto his neck. He smiled out the side of his mouth, eyes bright at the sight of you. “Hey, you.”

You grinned, just as pleased to see him. “Hey. You’re back.”

“I am.”

You nodded to the steaming shower. “Can I join you?”

He wordlessly pulled back the shower curtain as his answer, revealing half of his bare muscular body. You undressed quickly, piling your clothes on top of his blacks that had been kicked near the privy before stepping in with him. Almost instantly, you were engulfed in Hunter’s arms, his wet body pressed against yours as he pushed his nose into your neck, breathing deeply.

“Someone missed me,” you smiled, hands holding his upper arms and squeezing them gently.

You felt his breath on your neck as he nuzzled his nose against your skin. It was always the first thing he did when he saw you. “You have no idea how much,” the words buzzing against your skin.

At the feel of his half-hard length pressed into your stomach, and you chuckled. “I think I can guess.”

Hunter trailed his hands down your body, nose still buried in your neck. He loved the way you smelled. Something about it drove him crazy, though you weren’t sure what it was specifically. But you’d never complain.

You felt him pull you closer, and his wet hair fell onto your shoulder as he dragged his hands up and down your thighs and hips. The water cascaded over you both, and when his hand dipped between your bodies down to the place between your legs, you tipped your head forward to rest on his shoulder as you moaned. “Hunter,” you choked out as his hand moved in slow circles there, and you felt yourself slicken at the touch.

Hunter pressed light kisses to your neck and shoulder, marking a trail up to your ear with his lips. “Been waiting for you to get back.” His voice was ragged like he’d been running, rasping out of him all breathy.

His fingers still moved slowly between you, and you whimpered before telling him quietly. “I thought someone had broken in.”

Hunter pulled back to look at you, his hand stilling as he searched your face with a crease between his brow. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Sorry, cyari’ka, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You shook your head and looked in his brown-grey eyes as steam continued to rise from the running water. “I heard a loud groan…what were you doing?”

The corner of Hunter’s mouth lifted before those eyes of his darkened. “What do you think?” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw.

You hummed. The idea of him getting off in your shower as he waited for you to come home conjured up so many salacious images in your mind you had to squeeze his arms to steady yourself. The thought of him in here, cock in his hand as he stroked himself to just your scent…it only made the arousal building inside you burn hotter.

“Couldn’t wait for me?” You croaked out.

“Kriff, no. As soon as I stepped inside you were everywhere,” he continued his kisses, sucking at your jaw. “And it only got stronger. Every breath I took you were there, inside my lungs, seeping into my skin. You know how insane you make me, and it’s been months…” He drew back and brushed his nose against yours. “Are you mad?”

“God, no,” you breathed against his lips.

“Good.”

Hunter finally kisses your mouth then. His mouth slants over yours and it’s impossible not to moan into it. His tongue moves over your lips and slides against yours. To think when you met him, he had no idea how to kiss and now he knew the inside of your mouth better than you did.

He groaned into the kiss, and you knew his senses were in overdrive right now, the hot wet of your mouth only driving him crazier. He pushed you back against the tile, his solid body trapping you between the cool of the tile and the heat of his skin. His hands gripped your hips as you snaked one leg around his. With his now hard length pressing between you, it was so close to where you needed it. You arched into him, the need to have him as close as humanly possible so intense you could comprehend nothing but Hunter’s kisses and hands as he did everything he could to consume every part of you. Your only thought was how badly you wanted him to.

You had missed him too, after all.

Your hands went into his hair, tugging at the wet strands as he continued to explore your mouth. He broke away but only to resume his kisses down your neck, his tongue lolling out to lick the skin and the droplets of water in between the kisses. Steam from the water clouded your vision, or was that because of the sensation of Hunter’s hands against you? You didn’t know. You moaned as his kisses travelled down your torso.

“Hunter,” you choked out as you watched him lower to his knees in front of you.

“Missed you so much,” he said again, the words vibrating against your skin.

You caressed his temple with your thumb. “I missed you.”

He groaned loudly against the skin of your stomach. “You smell incredible.”

You whimpered, so incredibly turned on as he moved his mouth down, his lips dragging across your skin, and you watched him descend lower, his eyes half closed and rolling back. You could see just how hard he was, up against his stomach. The water continued to flow down his shoulders and half-tattooed torso, down into the hair that covered most of his front.

You raked your fingers through his hair, nails against his scalp and you felt his moan on your stomach, and the sound ignited your insides with desire. It felt like your whole body was electrified, pulsing with need and he’d barely even done anything.

“Hunter, more, please,” you breathed out.

Hunter didn’t need to be told twice. He groaned, standing up and shutting the water off as he kissed you once more. He pulled back, sliding the shower curtain roughly across its pole before picking you up effortlessly. Your arms and legs went around him as he buried his nose in your neck again as he walked to your bed, both of you still dripping wet but neither of you caring enough to do anything about it.

Hunter lay you down gently, moving you up to the pillows as he climbed on top of you. His hair fell forward, dripping onto your chest and he leaned down to suck the droplets off your skin.

You moaned as his mouth travelled to your neck again, kissing you there, his lips sucking gently, and you knew there would be a nice mark there tomorrow that you would grumble about trying to cover for work. But right now, the idea of him laying a claim to you made every nerve ending in your body tingle, especially the ones between your legs.

His lips then made their way to your chest, and he moved to one breast, taking the nipple between his teeth, making you whine before he circled his tongue around it, sucking gently. Your back arched off the bed and you felt his hand slide underneath you, between your shoulder blades, drawing you into his mouth more. He sucked gently, then moved on to the other one, repeating the same ministrations with his tongue.

You panted, mewling with every pinch of his teeth grazing your nipple. He was taking his time with you, as usual, savouring every single part of you. You knew he’d be tired after spending months completing gruelling missions, but he was still eager to pleasure you slowly, work you up until you were begging for a release only he could give.

Exhausted, but never for you.

He released your breast, wetness from his mouth glistening the peak in the dim light. He continued down once again, leaving open-mouthed kisses as he lowered himself between your legs.

He looked up at you, eyes dark with want before he sat back on his heels to spread your legs a little wider, holding the inside of your thighs down with his hands. His thumbs circled the soft skin there as he gazed at you all spread out for him.

He looked beautiful like his. His brown skin illuminated only by the light that managed to creep through the blinds, his tattoo etched down one side of his body which still shined with the water from the shower. His cock was so hard with need, precum already pooling at the tip – you’ve barely even touched him. He was just worked up over touching you, breathing you in. He was average in length, but his thickness set him apart from any other sexual partner you’ve had. You ached to feel it inside you, but if he was taking his sweet time with you, it would be a while before you felt him stretch you.

Hunter was nothing if not thorough.

“Hunter…” you whined, sitting up on your elbows.

“Look so pretty like this,” he told you, not an ounce of insincerity in his tone as he crept down to his elbows, arms wrapping under and around your thighs as he pushed his nose against your centre. He breathed in deeply, and the groan that erupted from the back of his throat buzzed against your core.

“So good…” he murmured as he pushed his nose against your clit, making you jerk. He placed a kiss there before gently bringing it into his mouth to suck. You cry out, hips bucking up into his nose and he moans again before his mouth finally moves over you completely.

You arch your back off the bed as his tongue moves artfully against you. The sensation continued to stoke the fire that had been building the minute he wrapped his arms around you in the shower. You moved your hands to his hair, clutching the roots with your fingers and pushing him closer as he licked and sucked like a man starved. And in a way he was. Your hand was no substitute for this. He licked a line up, before bringing his lips around the bud again and sucking gently. You couldn’t think about anything but his hot mouth and tongue against you. You ground into his mouth, needing more friction as the pleasure began to build in your belly, coiling in hot spirals as Hunter continued. He groaned into you through his ministrations, and when he felt you clench on his tongue, he pulled you impossibly closer to his mouth as he moved his tongue faster. Your breaths filled the room, pants loud and moans echoing in the space. You could feel the mattress move underneath you and you looked down at him with hooded eyes to see him rutting against the mattress, getting off to the pleasure he was giving you.

“Hunter, please, I’m so—” Your words were barely audible, but Hunter knew what you meant as he pressed his tongue harder against you, bringing your clit into his mouth and sucking one more time, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. You cried out, the band inside you snapping as pleasure erupted.

Your back arched and you cried out his name like it was an incantation, over and over as he continued to move his tongue through your undoing, groaning against you as you came all over his tongue. Your hands tight in his hair, you tugged as you shuddered underneath him until the tremors slowed, and you lay breathless, limbs heavy. You looked down at him as he emerged from between your legs, mouth glistening with your come, coating his lips and chin. He licked his lips and groaned. The sight of it was so obscene you felt your body flush.

“Good girl,” he told you before he climbed over you, capturing your mouth in a kiss. You could taste yourself in his mouth and you moaned at the way his fingers briefly dipped inside you. “So good for me,” he told you against your lips. “Always so good.”

“Need you inside me,” you mumbled back.

Hunter groaned and you watched as he drew back to lean on his heels again, using the fingers he’d just brushed through your folds to lubricate his length. He hissed as he circled the tip and down the shaft before he coated his fingers again and slid them in his mouth, sucking them gently with his eyes closed, savouring the taste. You watched him, mesmerised.

Was this man really yours?

He positioned himself at your entrance, holding himself above you with strong arms, face over yours. His eyes were so intense, their brown-grey colour boring into you. He gave you a look, one that differed from the wanting gaze he’d been giving you. This look was one of tenderness, one that asked if you were still good – still okay with this. You nodded and he pressed his lips against yours once more before he eased himself inside you.

You gasped as you stretched around him, clawing at his shoulders as you locked your legs around his. He groaned as he bottomed out, filling you completely. He caught his breath and when you clenched around him, he made a choking sound, swearing.

“Been too long,” he whispered.

“Too long,” you repeated before he drew himself back out slowly. He pushed his nose into your shoulder again as he groaned loudly. Then he slowly began thrusting, the sounds of your moans and groans filling the room, along with the indecent sound of his skin hitting yours as his movements increased in speed.

“Hunter,” you moaned his name, and he groaned in response. His hands found your hips and he adjusted his position so he could reach deeper, and he continued to roll his hips against you, your hands clutching at his forearms as the headboard hit the wall repeatedly.

Sex with Hunter always felt amazing. Full of the kind of passion that almost didn’t feel real. It was full of moans and groans and tantalising touches that built you up and up so when you finally let go, the fall felt so good it was almost immeasurable. It was filled with kisses and though he wasn’t much of a talker, he would whisper how good you felt against him. No matter how rough he was being, you felt safe in his hands and cared for – he made sure of that. Being in the throes of pleasure with Hunter was an all-consuming feeling for you both, one that you relished whenever you got the chance. His time home was so fleeting, that anything you could both do to tell each other how much you missed the other, how much you loved the other, you would do. Later, you would use your words. But right now, your bodies spoke instead; each press, clench, shudder, whimper, and groan said the words for you both.

You could feel those familiar hot coils building again each time he buried himself in you, and you could feel his movements falter slightly as he came closer to his own release. He’d come up from your neck again and you looked up at him, mouth agape as his hair, now half dry, fell over his handsome face and the curled ends tickled your cheeks. You reached up and placed some behind his ear, hand cupping his jaw.

“Hunter—”

Hunter nodded quickly, eyes dark and pupils blown. “I know.”

Of course, he did. His senses were so in tune with your body he could feel the subtle changes of your arousal and smell the way your body was on the precipice of falling.

Hunter’s hands held your hips and the headboard, and he rocked himself into you, faster this time. He panted, a husky noise from the back of his throat sounding with each thrust as he brought you closer. You rasped out a string of yeses as the sensation that had been building rose to its peak. You locked your legs around his thighs, clawing at his back as you clenched hard around him, crying out.

Your back arched into him, fingernails forming crescent moon carvings in the skin of his arms as you shuddered against him. His name fell from your lips as you writhed underneath him, riding out your orgasm as he continued to sink into you on the verge of overstimulation.

“Come on, cyare,” you whispered to him as you were still trembling. "Still got my implant."

It wasn’t a second later until he gave a ragged cry as he stilled, spilling inside you. His eyes screwed shut and his teeth gritted as he groaned loudly – the way you had heard him through the apartment door before. Half collapsing on top of you, he pushed his face into your shoulder again, this time biting the skin there as his thrusts became languid, drawing out as much of his release as possible. You hissed as his teeth claimed your skin, but no matter how worked up Hunter was, he always made sure his bites weren’t too hard.

When Hunter’s shudders stopped, both of you caught your breath. You could feel his breath tickle your shoulder, and this was the first time since you’d been home that you registered the familiar musky smell of his skin. You smiled and kissed his shoulder while he was still on top of you, the tangy taste of his sweat on your lips.

Hunter slowly emerged from your shoulder and looked down at you, eyelids heavy and hair all tangled. You smiled, still dazed, and reached up to push it out of his face, tucking it behind his ear again. He smiled warmly at you before kissing the inside of your wrist.

He hissed as he pulled out of you, and the loss of him down there was so prominent you felt an ache. Hunter rolled off you and lay beside you on his stomach for a minute, his eyes drooping shut for a moment before he forced them open again.

“Hang on,” he said and kissed your shoulder lightly before pushing himself up and heading into the bathroom. You giggled as you heard the cupboard door open and shut before the tap turned on. You turned on your side, still half-limp, watching him wet a towel and then re-enter the room.

He sat next to you as he wiped between your legs sleepily, the warm towel a gentle caress on your skin before he placed it on the bedside table and lay down next to you.

You smiled and pulled the covers back so you could get under them together. They were damp from your hasty decision to not dry off beforehand, but they would dry as you slept. You watched as Hunter nestled himself in the mattress, eyes closing, but when you didn’t move closer to him immediately, he peeked an eye open. He reached out to you under the covers, with a frown.

“Come,” he said, his voice thick with exhaustion.

“I did. Twice,” you smirked as you let his hands circle your arms and pull you in closer.

“Shuddup,” he slurred, but he still smiled, kissing your temple as he tucked you against his chest. You breathed in the scent of him as you rested your head on him.

You chuckled. “You smell like me.”

“Good. Need to smell like you forever,” he pushed his nose in your hair, taking a deep breath in. “What is the name of this soap, anyway? Gonna place an order.”

You laughed. You loved he was like this – all soft and sleepy after you’d come together. It was a side only you saw, the shedding of that broody exterior he reserved for his service to reveal the tenderness that was a secret for your eyes only. “I think it’s generic brand vanilla and starflower.”

“Smells fucking incredible,” Hunter mumbled, making you laugh again. You kissed his chest and after a moment of silence where all you did was breathe together, he said, “You okay? I didn’t plan to do all that the second I saw you.”

You smiled. No matter how exhausted he was, he always had to check in with you.

“I’m really, really okay, Hunter,” you told him. “There are worse ways to be greeted upon returning home.”

“I at least wanted one conversation with you before I had my way with you,” Hunter murmured in your skin, kissing your shoulder again, this time where he had bitten you, his lips soothing the slight ache there.

“Talking is overrated,” you joked with a shrug, snuggling into his chest. You felt it thrum with a deep chuckle. He knew you loved to hear him talk.

“Tomorrow, we can talk. I have so much to tell you,” he breathed, lips brushing your temple.

You smiled. “Me too. Tomorrow.” You patted his chest gently. “Sleep now, cyare. I know you’re exhausted.”

Hunter hummed, on the cusp of slumber. “Tomorrow.” You felt his body relax. “Love you, cyare,” he mumbled into your hair.

You heard his breathing become deep and even, his chest rising and falling, his heartbeat steady against your palms. You smiled, closing your eyes. “Love you more.”

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bloatedandalone04 · 3 months

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Bets & Bargains - Part 2

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➪in which you and bradley hang out after meeting at the frat party, and he quickly begins to regret coming up with the cruel bet once he gets to know you.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 5.5k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

When Bradley woke up the next morning in his bed with the worst hangover he’s ever had, he made the same old promise to himself that he’d never drink again - when he knew he would be opening up a bottle by the end of the next week.

He rolled over and his arm instinctively reached for Bri, and when it fell flat against his bed instead of over her waist, he remembered what happened the previous morning.

His head was pounding as he pushed himself up into a seated position and looked around his messy room. Various beer bottles were strewn around, and he knew he didn’t drink that much last night, let alone in his room, so he knew someone else was in here getting drunk during the party.

He really needed to start locking his door.

Bradley groaned as he sat up and lazily threw his comforter over his bed in a half-assed attempt to make it before venturing off to his bathroom. He splashed a bit of water on his face then opened the medicine cabinet in a search for painkillers, taking them dry when he found them.

When he closed the cabinet he was met with the tired face of a twenty two year old who had been recently dumped and discarded as if he was nothing but a fucktoy. His eyes were a bit red and his neck sported a dark hickey he received from that same girl who broke up with him. His scars were a light pink in color and were raised from his skin, making it look like he went face first through a glass table. He hoped they would fade fast, but he also wasn’t counting on it.

In other words, he hated his current appearance.

He scowled at himself before turning the light off and sulking back into his room. Just as he began to debate on whether or not he should just go back to bed and sleep off the hangover, his phone went off from its place on his nightstand.

Maybe it was Bri?

He felt pathetic for hoping it actually was her texting him and confessing that she wanted him back. Eli was right, she really did do a number on him.

When he unlocked his phone he was met with a name he briefly remembered hearing last night, and he tightly shut his eyes as he tried to recall how this person had gotten his number.

Y/n: How’s the hangover? Bearable enough to leave the house?

Y/n.

All color drained from Bradley’s face as he realized that this was the girl he was currently in a bet for.

God, what the fuck did he get himself into last night?

Hey, yeah, it’s bearable. As for leaving the house….depends. What are you up to?

He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t blocking your number and calling off the bet. This was bound to end in disaster, and he didn’t want to be the reason for your potential pain or heartbreak.

Y/n: I’m actually surprised you responded. I was prepared to be ignored, I thought you would’ve forgotten most of last night.

Bradley sat down and tried to recall the events of the prior night, and he wanted to punch himself in the face when he remembered what he had involved himself in. No, for what he created.

He wasn’t going to go through with that bet. He couldn’t.

But what is the harm in befriending another student? Bradley did think you were really cute last night, and if he remembered correctly, you were into him as well.

No, I remember you. You were the cute one standing alone in the corner of my dining room, right?

Your response had him laughing just a bit as he tugged off his tee and began searching for a new one.

Y/n: Guilty. That was one embarrassing fact I didn’t want you to remember. I hate parties.

After dressing himself in a white, loose-fitting tee and dark jeans, Bradley pulled open his bedroom door with one hand while he used the other to text you back.

I’m happy to know you made an exception for mine. It was nice talking to you last night, we should hang out again. This time sober.

He hoped he wasn’t being too forward, but if he was just embarrassing himself right now, UVA was big enough to avoid you if it came down to it.

He didn’t need to though.

Y/n: What are you doing later?

Fratley: Meeting up with this cute girl I met last night?

Your face heated up a bit as you shoved your phone into your pocket just as Sam walked through the front door. The small smile that had formed on your lips vanished as you met her eyes, and you could see the nervousness in them. “Oh, you’re home,” you state as you stand up from the couch. “Did you have fun with Tanner last night? I assume that’s where you were as you failed to come home. Nice to see you’re still alive, by the way.”

Sam dropped her jacket and purse onto the coffee table as she walked towards you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ditch you last night, that wasn’t what I intended to do at all,”

She sounded sincere but you were still annoyed. “As long as you didn’t intend to,” you give her a fake smile as you go to walk around her. “Tan seems nice.”

“Y/n,” she stopped you by placing her hands on your shoulders. “I’m sorry. Really, I am. Don’t be mad at me.”

You probably would’ve dropped the attitude if she hadn’t decided to say that last sentence. “Don’t be mad?” You scoffed as you headed towards the kitchen and grabbed your school bag. “I didn’t even want to go to this party, remember? I went for you, and you ditched me.”

Sam rolled her eyes as she reached down to rid herself of her heels. “I saw you talking to some guy last night, too, Y/n/n, so I didn’t leave you alone completely,”

You held back a noise of frustration as you slipped your bag over your shoulder and opened the door. “You shouldn’t have left me alone at all,” was all you said before you stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind you.

With a newly soured mood, you head out to the campus grounds, despite your class not starting for another forty five minutes.

Sam has always been like that, and you weren’t sure why you continued to put up with her. She was selfish, to put it simply, and didn’t want to show up to that party last night alone. That’s why she invited you, and that’s why she ditched you as soon as she found someone better to spend her time with.

You drop your bag onto a bench and sit next to it, pulling out your phone as you did so. Scrolling through various apps, you tune out the rest of the world as you try to calm yourself down.

While Sam never failed to piss you off at times like this, she is still your best friend, and you didn’t want to say anything to her that you would probably end up regretting in the end. This was the best way to ensure that didn’t happen.

Just as you clicked off one of the apps, a notification pops up from a number you debated on blocking more than once now, and without thinking much of it, you pressed it.

Luke♡: Can we talk? I miss you. I think we should get on the same page here, before you start school again.

You rolled your eyes and shoved your phone in your bag. Now he wanted to talk? You had waited all summer for him to take the first step and reach out to you, but he never did. Well, not until now. “Fuck off,” you muttered and jumped a bit when you heard a laugh come from above you.

“Wow, clearly I got the wrong impression from our texts this morning,” a somewhat familiar voice teases, making you look up and meet the eyes of Bradley, the guy you met last night. “You know, I thought we connected last night, but I guess not.”

You huff out a laugh and cover your face with your hands as embarrassment takes over your body. “I’m sorry, you caught me in a mood,” you weakly defend your previous words.

“Did I? You seemed at least a little happy over text earlier, so unless you’re really good at hiding what you’re actually feeling,” he trailed off as he adjusted the strap of his bag. “Or you just got a text from someone you hate.”

You laugh again and shake your head, “Hate is a strong word,” you reply. “But, yeah, I just got a text from someone I’m not particularly fond of at the moment.”

He grins down at you and you were powerless to stop your own smile from forming when he said, “Sounds fun,” and then gestured to the empty spot beside you. “Can I sit?”

You nod quickly, moving over and setting your bag down on the ground. “Yeah,” you answer, giving him another shy smile once he sits next to you. “Sorry, you caught me earlier than I expected. I guess I’m more confident over text.”

Bradley shrugged, placing his bag next to yours. “I don’t think that’s true,” he murmured. “You seemed pretty confident last night.”

You laugh, bringing your knees up to your chest. “Yeah, well, that was when I was drinking pretty much straight vodka,” you said back. “And I’d be really surprised if you can remember any of our conversation. You were really drunk.”

“I was not,” he scoffed. “I was barely tipsy.”

“Yeah, right,” you playfully roll your eyes. “You looked like the definition of a heartbroken guy before I finally got you to cheer up a bit at the end.”

He shook his head, draping his right arm along the backrest of the bench. “Pretty sure I was the one who cheered you up,” he pointed out. “You seemed pretty down before I came over and saved you from a boring night.”

You shrugged, “It was still half boring,” you hold back a grin and take the time to look over his features. His eyes were a pretty shade of brown and you noticed that the left side of his face held various scars that were nearly fully healed. They went all the way down to his neck, stopping at the base of his throat, and you quickly looked away as you thought about how painful it must’ve been to receive them. You also took notice of the obvious hickey on his neck that looked just about as painful as the scars. “But yeah, I guess you saved me from a night of misery.”

He laughed, and it sounded like he was surprised that you had actually gotten that reaction out of him. “It was that bad, huh?”

“I just really don’t like parties,”

Bradley nodded before looking around at the campus. Multiple students were walking to and from class, and some were lounging about on the grass, and the busy surroundings had him leaning towards you. “I don’t really like them either,” he confessed, making you raise your brows in shock.

“Wait, really?” You ask, looking around as well before focusing your gaze back on him. “Why do you have them then?”

He shrugged, moving back to his original place. “So I don’t piss off my roommates,” he answered and you nod understandingly.

“Yeah, my roommate kinda sucks, too,” you mumble and feel his intense stare on you. When you look up and see his boyish smile, your face heats up and you look away again. “But I kinda love her. I mean, I kinda have to…we’ve been best friends for nearly ten years now.”

Bradley went quiet for a few seconds. “I wish I had friends like that,” he mumbled. “Or even just one. All the guys I know are pricks.”

You furrow your brows, wondering how a simple conversation with him left you feeling like you had known him for years. “So…why are you friends with them?”

He meets your eyes again. “It’s easier to not get attached to people,” he replied and you stay silent. No more words are shared between you for a few beats before he added in a much lighter tone, “So, do I get to find out who the asshole is that made you so mad?”

You let out a surprised laugh and shake your head. “No, that’s a story for another time,” you say and grab your bag. “I gotta get to class.”

Bradley stood up, too. “So…there will be a next time?” He asked and you blush a bit as he almost sounded hopeful with that question.

“Do you want there to be?” You ask in return, watching as he held back a smile and leaned down to grab his own bag.

“Yeah, I do,” he replied. “What are you doing later?”

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, you back away from him as you offer, “Meeting up with the hot guy I met last night?”

Fuck, you were nice. And really pretty. And really fucking nice.

How could Bradley ever go through with the dumb fucking bet when it’s you who he’d be undoubtedly hurting in the end?

He had already decided that he was going to forget ever coming up with that idea, and maybe he could even form something with you. He was still hung up on Bri, so he wasn’t planning on anything other than a simple friendship, and if he was able to get her back in the long run, then that was just a bonus.

Besides, Bradley could use a few decent people in his life, and you seemed to be far more than that.

He was actually pretty excited about hanging out with you later. Bri was kind of right, he didn’t leave the house much at all during the summer break, and he was beginning to realize that he hated being stuck inside all day when he was by himself.

Who knows, maybe this will get Bri’s attention, too.

A few hours pass before Bradley decides to text you for more details about where you were going, and your response had him laughing quietly to himself.

Y/n: I have no idea…was really hoping you would decide what we’re doing.

You seriously have no idea where to go?

Y/n: Not a single one.

Bradley laughed again before looking around his room as if it’ll help him come up with something. Just as he was about to suggest a simple fast food place, his eyes caught sight of the pamphlet he had been given a few weeks ago from some guy on the street.

He was trying to go pick up dinner for him and Bri when the guy handed him the pamphlet for the Botanical Gardens that had been recently renovated and supposedly looked better than ever.

Bradley, having a hard time saying no to people, took the pamphlet with a forced smile as he continued on his way, and he had tossed it on his dresser when he returned home with the food. He never moved it or threw it out, and when he looked it up online, he saw that the reviews for the gardens were all positive.

That could be a nice place to go to, right?

I might know a place, just as long as you’re not allergic to any kind of plant or flower. Are you free soon?

Y/n: I am not…I’m also intrigued. And yes, whenever you’re available.

He sent you the address and asked if you wanted to meet there since it was a five minute walk from campus, and you agreed. He debated on whether or not he should offer to walk with you to the gardens, but decided against it, not wanting it to seem like a date.

He was just meeting new people, that’s all.

Bradley changed his shirt to a plain black tee before leaving his room and frat house. He pockets his wallet after making sure he had enough cash in it to cover both his and your admission tickets, then he was making his way across the campus towards the entrance gates.

As he passed by the dorm Bri lived in, he made eye contact with the guy from the party last night. What was his name again? Bradley had no clue, but he was sure he would’ve forgotten it all over again when his gaze drifted to the left and met Bri’s. She was already looking at him, an unreadable expression on her face as he stood next to the nameless guy.

Bradley stopped walking as he held her gaze, and he was about to raise his hand in a wave when she broke eye contact and turned to face the guy again. He watched as she leaned up and began placing kisses to Jensen’s, he thinks, throat.

He knew she was doing it just to rile him up, that much was obvious as she glanced over at Bradley as Jensen led her back inside the building, and it was working. Bradley felt his body heat up in anger as he watched his ex-girlfriend of a single fucking day be practically carried back to her room.

She wasn’t his anymore, so he didn’t really have a right to be mad. He was also seeing other people, but he wasn’t planning on making out with you later, he was just planning on talking to you like a normal person who just got broken up with.

It made him think that Bri was seeing other people while she was with him, and he hated the fact that despite that possibility, he still wanted her back.

But he knew it wouldn’t happen any time soon. She just had to have her fun, maybe fuck a few different guys then come back to him. He just had to wait.

Not wanting her to ruin his otherwise good day, Bradley pushes his thoughts of her to the back of his mind as he leaves the campus grounds. The short walk helped cool him off, and by the time he got to the gardens, he was feeling content again. His eyes met yours, and you gave him a nervous smile and wave as you stood near the doors. “Hi,” you greeted him in a quiet voice.

“Hey,” he said back, looking down at the floral print dress you were wearing. “You look pretty.”

Your smile widens as you, too, look down at your dress. “Oh, thanks,” you trail off, looking behind you at the indoor garden. “I had on something more casual, then I looked up the address and decided to change. I hope it’s not too formal.”

Bradley shakes his head. “No, you look nice,” he glanced down at his black tee and jeans. “A lot better than what I have on.”

You beam at him, “I think you look good,” you say then quickly add, “You know, in a casual way.”

A genuine grin spread across his lips as he shakes his head again and gestures towards the doors. “Do you wanna go in?” He asked as he took out his wallet.

“Sure, but I already got our tickets,” you reach into your bag and pull out two tickets, making Bradley pause with hand still in his pocket. “I got here a few minutes before you did, so I went ahead and bought them.”

Bradley raised a brow as he pulled his wallet out. “Okay. Thanks,” he said, flipping through the few tens he had in there. “How much was it?”

You waved him off and handed him one of the tickets. “Don’t worry about it,” you say with a shy smile as you step around him and head towards the entrance. “It’s been a while since I’ve actually gone somewhere, so I don’t mind buying the tickets.”

He opened his mouth in protest, but promptly closed it again when you gave him a pointed look. “Okay,” he said again with a laugh as he put his wallet back in his pocket. “But just so you know, I plan on paying for something else in the future.”

“Hey,” you tease as he moves to stand next to you, and you both show the girl at the entrance your tickets. “We haven’t even made it through today, it’s too early to be talking about us hanging out again.”

Bradley laughed, putting the ticket in his pocket afterwards as you put yours back in your bag. “You’re right,” he nodded. “This could end horribly and we might never talk again.”

You glance back at him with a small smirk. “And what a shame that would be,”

A thing Bradley noticed even last night was that you and he bounced off each other pretty well. Whatever he put out there, you gave right back to him with the same amount of energy. It was a nice change to Bri’s constant bickering.

Bradley quickens his pace until he’s walking next to you, and as you and he walk together, he notices just how pretty you are. You looked nice earlier in casual clothing, and you looked nice now, and he was quickly beginning to realize that maybe you are his type after all.

He said to Wes and Eli last night that you weren’t, but he was also pretty drunk and wasn’t able to see you in proper lighting. Now that he’s seen you in broad daylight, he could easily say that you definitely are his type, and you were very pretty.

He actually had a hard time looking at anything else but you as you gazed around at the various plants and flowers. Your dress matched the daisies you were standing next to now, and he knew he needed to get a hold of himself before he did something embarrassing.

Yeah, you were pretty and he was attracted to you, but he was still upset about Bri. He didn’t really pay much attention to other girls when he was with her, so he couldn’t be blamed that he was feeling like this after allowing himself to talk to one after being dumped by his her.

“So, what made you choose this place?” You ask and turn to face him, making Bradley quickly look away and move closer to this red colored plant in hopes it looked like he was observing it instead of you.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he answered, lifting his hand and running the tip of his finger along the stem before turning to you. When he looked at your pretty eyes, he decided against making up some answer as he didn’t feel the need to pretend with you, and that in itself was a surprising discovery. “I got handed this pamphlet for it a while back, thought it might be worth checking out.”

You press your lips together and nod as you run your fingers along a rose bush. “Let me guess,” you look over your shoulder at him with a teasing smile. “It was some preacher that you got stuck with at the crosswalk.”

Bradley laughed unexpectedly at how spot on your guess was, and he nodded as he followed after you. “That’s exactly what it was,”

You face forward again and follow the stone path with him close behind you. “You gotta learn how to say no, Bradley,” you joke, and he was stopping in his tracks at the fact that you called him by his actual name and not some dumb nickname he hates. Bri, Wes and Eli have always called him Brad or Bradshaw, despite him telling them over and over again that he hates it.

He grew tired of correcting them on it, thus resulting in him just putting up with it. To hear you call him by his real name was refreshing in a way, and he grew to appreciate you a bit more. “Yeah, well,” he replied as he moved quickly to catch up with you again. “It gave us a place to go to, right?”

You turn to face him with a shrug, “That’s true, I guess,”

Bradley felt his heartbeat quicken at how natural this all felt, and he knew he really needed to get a grip. You were the first girl he’s hung out with in months, he just wasn’t used to anyone other than Bri.

“So, what are you majoring in?” He asked, changing the subject to a more boring one in hopes it would actually dampen the conversation, because this was going really well and Bradley had a bad habit of ruining things.

“Creative Writing,” you answer as you turn to face him and lean against a heavy stone vase. “I’ve been really into journalism for most of my life, and I got good grades in high school. My English teachers would often try to guide me into doing something with writing once I started applying to colleges.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” he hummed, leaning against the vase opposite to you. When you just playfully roll your eyes, he adds, “I mean it. I could never do all that creative shit that writers do.”

You give him a poorly hidden smirk, “You mean write?” You ask, making his face heat up a bit as he raises a brow. “That’s pretty much all we do. That and read. A lot.”

“Haha,” he said, watching the way your lips curved upwards. “You’re funny.”

You shrug as you push yourself off the vase. “I get that a lot,” you reply, running your hand along the smooth stone of the pots. “What are you majoring in?”

“Political Science,” he answered and you give him what he thinks is an impressed look.

“Nice,” you dragged the word out with a grin and he felt a smile form on his own lips. “You must be smart then.”

“Definitely the smartest in my fraternity,” he responds and you laugh with an eye roll.

“Yeah, no offense, but I think most people are smarter than your frat buddies,” you trail off, pausing by a small fountain. “I saw a few of them last night, and they don’t seem the brightest. You should give yourself more credit.”

Bradley stopped by the fountain as well and just looked at you in slight awe. Bri always called him dumb or insinuated that he wasn’t smart, so to have someone actually believe he wasn’t just some dumb frat guy was a bit reassuring.

He knew he needed to stop comparing you to Bri, but you were so different in so many ways, it was kind of hard not to. He also felt bad that he couldn’t get his ex out of his head while he was with you.

At his lack of response, you add, “But who am I to assume?”

Bradley shook his head quickly, moving to stand next to you. “No, you’re right to assume,” he said, staring down at you. The height difference was very noticeable with you. Bradley had always been a tall guy, but he looked huge next to you. It made him feel like he had to protect you for some reason, and he knew he really needed to get out of his head because this was getting a bit ridiculous. “Wes and Eli are probably the dumbest guys I know.”

You furrow your brows, “But they’re your friends?” You asked for clarification, and he nodded.

“Yeah, I guess,” he trailed off, not wanting to get into that right now. While he couldn’t stand Eli and Westley half the time, he still cared for them, despite their very unlikeable personalities. “I guess they’ve always been there for me.” Hardly, but you didn’t need to know the full details.

You give a tight smile. “Well, that’s good then,”

That conversation died right then and there, but before it could get awkward, Bradley’s lips curved into a smirk as he leaned closer to you. “I have a question,” he started, making you look up at him in interest.

“Shoot,”

His smirk grew at that. “Earlier on campus, when you had to go to class,” he paused, watching as realization dawned on you. He wore the smuggest grin as he asked, “Did you mean it when you called me hot?”

A blush spread all over your face as you broke eye contact and suddenly became very interested in the bleeding hearts next to the fountain. “You, uh…you caught that, huh?” You ask and he just nods. “Should I have not said that? I’m sorry, it’s just, you called me cute and I saw the opportunity and I took it.”

Bradley shrugged, “Because you are cute,”

The blush covered more of your face and further proved his words, “Well,” you clear your throat, beginning to walk away from him. “Now that we’ve settled that.”

“No, I don’t think we have just yet,” he called after you, catching up with you in just two strides. “You didn’t answer my question.”

You give him an innocent look that he found himself wanting to so badly corrupt. “What was the question?”

Bradley moved to stand in front of you, successfully stopping you from walking away from him. “Do you think I’m hot?” He asked again, giving you a sly grin. “You can lie to me, it’s okay.”

You laugh and roll your eyes. “You’re hot, Bradley,” you say, making his grin soften a bit as you move past him. “But I’m sure you already knew that.”

Time went by quickly after that, unfortunately, and it was dark out when the two of you finally left the gardens. It was still summer, but the nights were slowly but surely getting colder, that much was evident as the sun had disappeared and left a cool chill in its place.

You cross your arms over your chest as you and he stand in the same place you were in before you went into the gardens, and Bradley felt bad that he didn’t check to see if the temperature was going to drop. Maybe he could’ve prevented the multiple chills that ran through both your bodies.

“Sorry,” he apologized, getting your attention as you gazed up at him with your pretty eyes. “I didn’t think it would be this cold earlier. I should’ve prepared better.”

You wave him off with a smile, “Don’t worry about it,”

Bradley looked around the dark street and squinted in the direction of the campus. “Hey,” he said as he turned back to face you. “Can I walk you back to your place? I know it’s still early, but I don’t like the thought of you walking home alone in the dark.”

You smile at him and it only grows when he offers you his arm, “Such a gentleman,” you observe, wrapping both your arms around his and clinging to his body heat. “Yes, you can walk me home.”

The walk back to campus was relatively silent, but it wasn’t awkward in the slightest. When you stopped at the doors of a dormitory, Bradley reluctantly moved his arm away, and he missed the feeling of you being so close already.

“Well, this is it,” you state the obvious with a teasing glint in your eyes. “I had fun, so…thanks, Bradley.”

“Me too,” he said back, and he was completely honest. Even though he had spent the last two hours looking at plants, he didn’t feel bored once. He knew it was because of you. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He hoped he didn’t sound too desperate for attention, but he had a strange feeling that you wouldn’t mind if he did.

“Definitely,” you say back as you grab your keys from your bag, but before you could fully turn away, you glance back at him. “Is it okay if I call you Bradley? I should’ve asked earlier, but it kinda slipped my mind. I’ve heard others refer to you as Brad, so did you want me to call you that instead?”

Bradley grinned at you as he shook his head, “Please don’t,” he begged. “I fucking hate that nickname.”

A smile breaks out on your face and you nod. “Okay,” you breathe out. “See you tomorrow, Bradley.”

He nods, too, and watches as you enter the dorm and disappear down the hall.

You really were too sweet for him, and he couldn’t believe he made a bet on you with his fucking frat buddies. You didn’t deserve that, even if the details of the bet would never be told to you. Not as long as he had a say in it.

Was Bri even worth it? Did she even want him back? Was he just wasting his time with her when he could be spending it with someone a lot nicer instead?

Those questions loomed in his brain as he made his way across campus, and as he stood outside his frat house, he thought he had the answers when he felt his phone go off in his pocket.

Bri ❤️❤️: Hey, saw you on the quad today. Sorry for not saying hi, I had company. Nice to see that left your man cave for once.

Maybe it was working after all.

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daisynik7 · 7 months

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Gimme More

Pairing: Kishibe x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.6k

cw: bodyguard au, no devils au, reader is thirty-years-old, Kishibe is fifty-ish, age gap, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl), creampie, car sex, slight degradation (slut, whore)

Summary: Your father is the founder and CEO of one of the fastest growing tech companies in the city. As his prominence in society continues to skyrocket, he hires only the most elite people to look after his family. Kishibe started working for your father only a year ago, but already he’s his chauffeur, his bodyguard, his most trusted confidant, his right-hand man. What your father doesn’t know is that Kishibe happens to be your right-hand man as well.

Author’s Notes: Thanks @demonwoman for the request for the y2k karaoke party! This one is inspired by "Gimme More" by Britney Spears. It’s been a minute since I wrote for Kishibe, so this was especially fun for me to write. It’s a short one, though I might expand on this in the future because the idea of bodyguard!Kishibe is making me go brrrr, LOL. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thanks for reading! MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.

You know better than to interrupt your father when his office door is shut. Closed means he’s in the middle of discussing important matters with his business partners or that he’s in an important phone call overseas. There are no other vehicles in the driveway besides your own, so you figure it’s the latter. You continue to pace the hallway, waiting for the moment until he’s finally free. A few more minutes pass, then you hear the distinct clickof the knob being unlocked and the door creaking open. You wait a couple of seconds before barging in.

Your dad glances up from his desk, smiling at you as you make strides towards him. “Hi, princess. Going out tonight?”

It’s obvious, considering that you’re currently dressed in your skimpiest black dress, makeup done, high heels clacking against the tile floors. You press your cheek to his, giving him a fake smooch, not wanting to ruin your lipstick with a real one. “Yes. Just want to say goodnight before I leave. I won’t be back until late.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, scanning you up and down. “Aren’t you going to be cold dressed like that?”

You roll your eyes at him. Here it is, the lecture. “I’ll be fine.”

He sighs, organizing the papers on his desk into a neat stack. “Princess, you should really start thinking about settling down soon. I mean, you’re not getting any – ”

“Don’t say it,” you interrupt him, patience wearing thin.

He waves his hands, relenting. “I’m just saying. I’m worried about you.”

You take a deep breath, deciding whether or not to debate with him. There are a thousand different arguments you can hit him with, but you know that your efforts will prove futile in the end. So instead, you press a gentle kiss to his forehead, murmuring, “Thank you for the concern. Like I said, I’ll be fine. I am fine. Don’t worry so much, okay?”

You turn on your heel, ready to leave the house, and especially this conversation, pausing only when he demands, “Kishibe, go with her.”

You stop in your tracks, listening for Kishibe’s response. “Yes, sir,” he mutters.

Facing your father again, you scoff. “Seriously? I can’t even go out on my own anymore? Do I need to remind you that I’m thirty-fucking-years old?”

“And do I need to remind you of what happened two weeks ago?” You don’t because the memory is still fresh in your mind. The two of you were just leaving from lunch together when out of nowhere, a man grabbed you from behind, dragging you with him. It’s thanks to Kishibe, your father’s most vigilant and trusted bodyguard, that it didn’t escalate any further.

You shake your head, understanding his concern, flashing a glance at Kishibe, who avoids your gaze by focusing on the floor. He accompanies you out the door, your father yelling, “Be careful!” before you’re out of his sight.

Kishibe follows you in silence until you’re outside on the driveway, stepping towards the car. He opens the backseat for you, waiting for you to step in. You ignore him, heading directly to the passenger seat, sliding in without his assistance. He lets out a faint grunt, shutting the door closed, walking to the driver’s side with an annoyed expression on his face. You can’t help but smirk to yourself, amused.

This isn’t the first time your father has forced Kishibe on you. He’s only been employed a little over a year, but in his short tenure, he’s become your family’s highest-ranking bodyguard. When you began to do press alongside him, posing for magazine covers, interviews for online articles, all that jazz, Dad figured it’d be best to have him around in case you were recognized in public. And, of course, after the incident from two weeks ago, it’s to be expected that Kishibe be with you at all times.

Little does your father know the dirty secret the two of you share.

His hand rests lazily on the gear shift, driving the speed limit through the main street, heading towards the club downtown. You don’t tell him an address or destination; he already knows exactly where to go. You wait until you’re well away from your gated neighborhood to make your move. It doesn’t matter; no one from the outside can see through the tinted windows. Still, it’s routine; it gives the both of you peace of mind, as if you’re doing your due diligence to hide this. Your hand grazes his, lifting it off the lever to guide it to your thigh, spreading yourself wider for him. His eyes stay focused on the road ahead, though you can see his jaw clench, nostrils flaring, his composure wavering. His fingers tease the inside of your plush skin, gradually making his way closer to your loins, throbbing with arousal. You slide the hem of your dress up, giving him more access to slip past the fabric to toy with your clit.

You buckle in your seat, rubbing yourself deeper against him, moaning his name, loving the way he plays with you. “Almost there,” he mutters, driving faster now, a bit over the speed limit now. “Be patient for me.”

He pulls into the private lot two blocks from the club, the parking attendant flashing him a thumbs up as soon as he spots the familiar license plate. Down the row, where there are fewer cars, Kishibe backs into a spot away from any potential voyeurs. He reaches for the shift with his left hand, putting it in park, his right still working your clit, wet with your slick now.

Finally, he leans in, kissing you sloppily on the lips, tongue lapping into your mouth greedily. He pulls his fingers away from you, mouth brushing your cheek until he’s hot on your ear, whispering, “Backseat. Now.”

You nod, already in a daze, carefully making your way to the back. He gives you a light slap on the ass, chuckling in that low, husky voice of his, following you. Once you’re both situated, you straddle his lap, your dress hoisted past your stomach, panties wet with your slick as you ride his thigh. “Is it good, princess?” he asks, watching you with a satisfied grin on his face.

You grimace at him. “Don’t call me that.” Your dad calls you that, but you don’t say it out loud to not ruin the mood.

“What should I call you then?” He presses his thumb to your clit, massaging it. “Slut? Whore?”

You throw you head back in pleasure, grinding against him, spurred on by the vulgar language. “Yes,” you whine, palming the erection bulging in his pants.

“No wonder your daddy is always worried about you,” he huffs, rubbing slow circles on your sensitive bud. “Going around, slutting yourself out like this.” He kisses you passionately, unbuckling his belt. “Or are you only like this for me?”

“For you. Only for you,” you moan, swallowing his spit, frothy on your tongue.

He shrugs his slacks down his legs, enough to free his cock, thick and girthy in his fist. “Does my pretty little slut want to get fucked now?”

You nod erratically, begging for it. “Please, Kishibe. Give it to me.” You lift up on your knees, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. Slowly, you sink down on him, stretching around him like a perfect fit. You’re familiar with him now, your body molded only to him, no one else. He lets you be in control; lets you take what you need from him. You ride him slowly, panties bunched to the side, his shaft brushing against the lace with every thrust.

His forehead is pressed to yours, skin damp with sweat, windows beginning to fog up from your body heat. The car creaks on its tires as you bounce on his lap faster, your climax approaching quickly. In a daze, you murmur softly, “I’m coming,” coating him in your orgasm.

“That’s my pretty girl,” he coos, kissing you sweetly. His grip is at your waist, ready to lift you off.

You stay seated wrapping your arms around his neck, determined. “More, Kishibe. Give me more.”

He chuckles, chest vibrating with that deep, sexy gruff you love so much. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He increases his pace, tightening his hold on your hips, barreling his cock deep into your cunt, hitting that sweet spot over and over until he fills you up with his load, warm and creamy inside you.

You snuggle into him, relaxing in his arms. After a few moments of comfortable silence, you ask, “Are you worried about me too?”

He kisses the top of your head, understanding what you’re referencing. “No.”

“You don’t think I should starting looking for a partner?” You twirl his tie around your fingers aimlessly, hoping for a particular response, pretending to be nonchalant about it. While the two of you haven’t formally admitted it yet, there’s no denying it: You love each other.

He doesn’t speak right away, choosing his words carefully. “Why would you need one if you have me to protect you?”

You smile, satisfied with his answer. “Is this a proposal, Kishibe?” you tease him.

He squeezes you tighter in his embrace. “It is if you want it to be. Though, your father might disapprove of it. At first.”

You snuggle into his chest, giggling. “We’ll break the news to him slowly, then.”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re finally at the club, some of his creampie still inside you as you grind on him in the middle of the dancefloor, his expression stoic and serious while you beam at him.

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punksdoll · 5 months

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Hi, I got another request for Damian Priest

After Damian and Finn lost their tag team titles, finn turns on him following the Judgment Day beating him up and Rhea finding a chair, just to be interrupted by reader (who's a face) and hitting her with a DDT and pulls damians feet to save him. And they end up in a mixed tag team match against rhea and finn.

~~~𝑮𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌~~~

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𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ^owner of gif

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅

𝒂/𝒏: 𝟏/𝟑 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆🤝🏼 𝟑 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕, 𝒘𝒆’𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅<𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏, 𝒚/𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

translation: Yo soy aquí: I’m right here

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The crowd lets out a gasp as they watched Finn send a punch to Damian following their loss between Jay Uso and Cody Rhodes. In Finn’s eyes, it was Damian who made them lose. Doesn’t matter who pinned who, doesn’t matter who was hurt, it was Damian. Finn was seeing red as his other fellow judgment day members watch him attack Damian.

“Take him down!” Finn demanded his other fellow Judgment Day members. JD and Dom immediately rush into action as Finn throws Damian into the ring and they all jump him.

Damian tried, he really did. Knowing he had a bigger advantage with him being taller, he tried using that to his advantage but due to the injuries he has before the backstab, it was proven difficult. He lays on the mat, covering as much as he can as he gets kicked down by his ex-members.

Rhea laughs and climbs into the ring with a chair, “You disappointed us Damian.” She tsked as she walks over to him, making the other three men pull away to give her some space, “Your outta here, mate.” Rhea raises the chair to hit him with it but is stunned when she is suddenly DDT.

The crowd cheers as Y/n hits Rhea with a mid air ddt, coming to Damian’s rescue. She gets back on her feet and swings a kendo stick at the three men before getting out the ring, dragging Damian out with her. She lets him put some of his weight on her as she leads him away from the ring and backstage.

•••

Y/n watches as Damian trashes the medical room in anger. She knew this backstabbing was gonna happen eventually. She had warned him countless of times but he would always brush her off or defend them. She was debating whether or not she should say a smart comment, but she deadpans as she watches him sit down, feeling the frustration rubbing off him.

“I told you so.” Y/n bluntly said without holding back. She immediately purses her lips at her bluntness, watching him glare at her, “My bad…” she clears her throat.

“Why’d you save me?” Damian suddenly asks her, looking up at her with an unreadable expression.

Y/n raises her eyebrow, “Cause you’re my friend?” She questioningly says.

“To rub it in my face right? Cause that’s what you like to do right?” Damian slowly stands up and Y/n watches as he saunters over to her.

“Yup.” Y/n answers nonchalantly.

He wants to play that game? Fine, let’s play it.

Damian’s hard expression falters a bit and he gives up on trying to play. “When did you see the signs?”

“Ever since you fucked up Finn’s opportunities.” Y/n says, walking over to him and forcing him to sit down. She goes and grabs an ice pack and lays it on his face.

“I didn’t fuck up his opportunities.” Damian glares, “I just…got there at the wrong time.” He shrugs.

“Sure you did.” Y/n shakes her head, “What are you gonna do now?” She finds herself asking.

Damian sighs and shakes his head with a shrug, “I don’t know…”

“A thank you is appreciated you know?” Y/n narrows her eyes.

Damian gives her a side glance and opens his mouth to speak only to be cut off by the medical room door being open and they look over to see Adam Pearce walk in.

“You ok?” Adam asks Damian who gives him a harsh stare, “Taking that as a no…” Adam says awkwardly. It’s an awkward silence before he looks over at y/n, “I expected a lot of things, but I sure as hell didn’t expect you to save him. Of all people.”

Y/n shrugs, “He’s my friend.” Y/n answers like it was the simplest answer of all.

“Who chose the Judgment Day, over you?” Adam raised an eyebrow.

Y/n narrows her eyes, “My option for choosing Smackdown as my roster, is raising up by 90%.”

Adam raises his hands up in surrender, “Sorry sorry sorry.” He apologizes, “Just thought you’d hold a grudge.”

“I do…which is why I mocked him.” Y/n smiles

“Yo soy aquí you know.” Damian says, annoyed.

They ignore him as Adam and Y/n get in their own convo, “What you did out there? It’s worth telling something,” Adam starts, “I want to add on to it, I just wanna see if you’re ok with that? Both of you.” Adam motions towards Damian.

“What is it?” Damian questions.

“Mixed tag team match between Finn and Rhea.”

•••

“And their opponent, Damian Priest and Y/N Y/L/N!” The announcer announces Damian and Y/n as they both walk down the ramp. Damian with revenge in his mind and fun for y/n. This match was the talk for the whole weekend for the Wwe universe. It was even trending. Everyone was excited for this match and had high expectations for it.

Damian and Y/n both get in the ring and immediately Damian and Finn go at it with each other before the match even started. Seeing this, Rhea takes her chance at y/n who immediately dodges her and starts getting at her as well.

The referee tries rushing the two woman out of the ring to start the match between the men knowing their already hungry to fight as it is.

Rhea rushes out of the ring as soon as she realizes who has the upper hand and watches as the ref yells at Y/n to get out of the ring.

“Yeah yeah yeah.” Y/n dismisses the ref before getting out and on their side, making the ref be able to start the fight completely.

The match moves on rather quick for the crowd but very slow for the superstars. The only way to stop the men from fighting was Finn always needing to tag in Rhea whenever he got tired of fighting Damian but that method never worked as Damian would always take it outside of the ring and fight him there. Y/n could feel the anger and betrayal vibrate off of Damian as he sends Finn either flying and or dropping. She’s pretty sure the whole arena could dam near feel it.

Finn tags Rhea quickly and rushes out of the ring as he starts playing cat and mouse with Damian outside of the ring while the woman fight. Y/n gets inside the ring and both her and Rhea start sending blows at each other, getting multiple reactions out of the crowd. Before Y/n even has time to send a punch, she watches with wide eyes as her arms get under Rhea’s and finds herself being positioned into a riptide.

“Riptide!” Michael Cole says through his headset as the crowd watches Rhea slam Y/n down on the mat and goes to pin her.

Finn rushes inside the ring, making Rhea rush over and stand in front of him so Damian can’t get to him. Damian sucks in a breath when he gets face to face with Rhea who laughs in his face and waves at him.

“Ha Ha!” Rhea laughs loudly in Damian’s face, “Do something Priest. Do something!” She mocks him with a smirk.

Damian stares Rhea down with a harsh glare as he glances between Rhea and Finn. Suddenly, Damian starts smirking as he raises his hand up and mockingly waves at Rhea who looks over at Finn with a raised eyebrow before she lets out a shout as she is hit with a midair ddt, again.

Finn backs up immediately as he looks at the two partners with wide eyes. Y/n slowly stands up, keeping eye contact with Finn as Damian gets out of the ring and holds his hand out.

“Good luck.” Y/n smiles before tagging Damian in. “Your gonna need it.”

Finn turns around to run towards his spot but doesn’t see Rhea and looks out the ring to see Rhea getting a beat down by y/n who makes sure she knows her place and stay there so she and Damian can catch the win. Finn slowly turn towards Damian who runs at him and slams him down on the mat as the crowd watches Finn get up only to get knocked down repeatedly.

Finn gets up and dodges the hit that’s about to get at him and sends a punch towards Damian who immediately blocks it and twirls Finn around, getting Finn’s head in between his arms as he claps and hits The Reckoning on him. Damian gets down and pins him as the crowd counts.

“1! 2! 3!” The bell rings as Y/n slides into the ring and jumps on Damian’s back. “Here is your winner, Damian Priest and Y/N Y/L/N!”

Y/n gets down from his back as the referee raises their arms up before moving away to check on Rhea and Finn.

“Thank you.” Damian leans down and whispers in y/n’s ear making her give him a smirk before nodding.

“I got your back.”

#wwe imagine #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe x reader #damian priest x reader #wwe one shot #wwe superstars #wwe judgement day #wwe damian priest #damian priest imagine #damian priest #wwe

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clone-whore-99 · 6 months

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Perfect Stranger

Hunter x f! Reader

18+ minors gtfo

Warnings: SMUTTY MCSMUTTERSON! unsafe consumption of alcohol, one night stand, morning sex, 69ing, oral (both receiving), overstimulation, fingering, doing the deed with strangers, not beta or proof read. LMK if I missed any (✿◡‿◡)

Summary: Waking up next to stranger leads to a series of pleasurable events.

Authors note: Turns out Hunter is my comfort character and nothing gets me back into writing like the death of a loved one. Those were things I wish I didn't have to learn like this, but at least my pain can be your gain ❤

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The galaxy. Vast. Big. Dangerous.

But not at this moment. At this moment, you were safe and secure.

Which was odd, considering you were a single woman living alone, and yet there was an arm draped around your waist and a heart beating beneath your head.

The last rotation was a complete blur to you, only a few flashes of memories appearing before you, then disappearing just as quickly.

Slowly you opened your eyes and once the focus had set in, you were met with a sight to behold. Rock hard abs, as if they had been sculpted in marble just for you to see. And from them was this trail of short trimmed hair, urging your gaze to follow it lower. Only to be cut off by a pair of tights, holding on for dear life, low on the strangers’ hips.

That’s when you realized the shirt you were wearing must've been the strangers as well. It was matching in color and seemingly in texture too. It didn’t feel like anything had happened the night before, but maybe you had just been too drunk to realize. Though if that had been the case, you probably wouldn’t feel so safe in his arms. But you did.

Curiosity finally getting the best of you, you slowly - careful as to not wake the stranger - managed to turn your whole body around, so you were now facing him.

You were still for a moment, waiting to see if you had disturbed his slumber. But his low snoring and calm heartbeat continued, proving success in your quest.

His other hand was prepped behind his head, the shy morning sun barely peeking through the window, highlighting his features in an almost perfectly picturesque way.

His arms were muscular and led towards these broad, strong shoulders that looked like they were made to hold the weight of worlds on them. Just like his abs, his jaw looked like it had been hand sculpted and around it hung this beautiful, dark curly hair, held back by a bandana.

Weird, you thought, sleeping with a bandana on. Though it seemed like sleep had probably taken him by surprise.

The bandana had a skull painted on it and right underneath that skull, was half of the man's face tattooed.

Delicately, you let a finger trace the tattoo, starting from the bandana down. The tattoo avoided his eyebrow, but covered his eyelid which could not have been a pleasant feeling. It avoided his nose and a big part of his cheek, much like a skull in itself.

Your finger followed it all the way to where it met, at the edge of his lip in the shape of teeth. His lips curled into a smirk underneath your soft pad. He was awake.

This didn’t stop you though, as you continued your tracing towards the middle of his lips, which then perked up into a kiss.

You let your hand fall back down to rest on his chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

The man let out a huff, though his smirk persisted. “It was bound to happen,” he replied nonchalantly, his voice deep and raspy, sending a thrill straight towards your core.

The strangers’ eyelids were twitching, as if debating whether or not they should face the day or stay in the comfortable darkness.

“Did we…”

“No.” His answer was blunt, not even allowing you to finish the thought. “I’m not really into drunk people.” He then added with a devilish smirk.

“Then how come you’re here?” The words escaped your mouth before you had even thought them through.

His eyes opened just enough for him to see you, dark and caring. “Guess you really achieved your objective, huh. You went to the bar last night, put down a bunch of credits, claiming you wanted to forget. Never specified what though.” His hand began stroking your back, sensual in nature but with a hint of trying to map out your body with just his touch. “By the time it closed, you were a wreck. I helped you home, get clean and put you to bed. I was about to leave when you began whimpering and turning onto your back, so I decided to stay the night to make sure you’d make it through. Guess I fell asleep along the way, though.”

Heat rose in your body, fuzziness tickling your insides and forcing your lips into a smile. It was easy for him to lie to you, but his words rung truth within you. You meekly - yet sincerely - thanked him and silence fell over the two of you again.

His hand continued its disguised mapping of your body, while your finger began tracing the tattooed ribs on his chest.

Somehow the tracing turned into kissing, at first just one, but when there was no protest, several more. And when the tattoo ended, the kissing continued onto his abs, then hips and down the trail of hair, all the way to the band of the tights, which was now restraining a bulge.

The stranger wasn’t exactly innocent either, as you reached further down, so did his hand. From your back to your hips, down your thigh and up again, until it could grab a handful of ass.

You glanced back at him, wordlessly asking for permission to continue.

He responded by grabbing your hips and pulling you over him, so you had a knee on each side of his head.

As you freed his cock from its restraints, he pulled your panties to the side to get a better view. He mumbled something under his breath, you couldn’t hear what but it sounded like admiration.

You were also guilty in taking a moment to admire the sight before you. His cock stood tall, average in height though far from the same could be said about the girth. Your mouth began salivating, your walls clenching around nothing, which the stranger evidently noticed with a chuckle. The thought of having him inside you was almost enough to drive you crazy.

Like a starved person, you licked all the way from the base to the head, before engulfing your mouth around his cock.

The stranger hissed at the sensation, straining his hips not to thrust up into you. His approach was far less aggressive and more like he was studying your sex and seemingly relishing the scent of your arousal, though you could be mistaken.

After what felt like an eternity of him just staring at your most private parts, fingers every now and then ghosting over where you wanted the most contact, his tongue finally pressed onto your sensitive bud.

At first it was just small, careful licks. Then his lips closed around your clit and began to switch between licking and sucking. You moaned into his cock and he returned the favor, the sound vibrating through your body.

You couldn’t even close your hand fully around the base of his cock, though you did your best while pumping up into your mouth. You kept switching between licking, sucking and slurping on the now messy mixture of precum and spit.

Once confident enough, you let go of his base to fondle the balls instead. Relaxing your throat, you took in all of him, hollowed your cheeks and swallowed.

The strangers head back with a groan, abandoning your sex in the process. “Kriff, I - ah - won’t lassssth,” he muttered barely apprehensible. His hands grabbed onto your thighs for dear life.

You didn’t care that he had stopped on his end. The pleads, moanings and groans were more than enough to satisfy you. You continued, feeling his balls tightening in your hands with each little movement you made.

It didn’t take long before hot, creamy ribbons shot down your throat, as you swallowed around his cock. The stranger had probably thought that was the end of it, but you were feeling mischievous and continued sucking, overstimulating the poor guy.

His hands were now holding you in a bruising grip, his moans sporadic and desperate. But when he let out a weak “w-wait!” you stopped and glanced back at him.

In less than a second, your world was turned upside down - literally. You knew the man was strong - I mean, just look at him - but you had never imagined that he could so easily just grab you, pick you up and spin you around, so that now you were lying in his place and he was on top of you.

It had all happened so quickly, you barely realized it before he was taking off your panties completely.

“Oh, and by the way Y/N” He said with a smug look while patting the inside of your thigh. “The name you’re gonna be moaning is Hunter.”

That was a challenge and a promise.

His attack was relentless. If you had thought his careful exploring earlier was due to inexperience, you’d be sorely mistaken. He started with a couple of broad strokes of his tongue, from your entrance to your clit, before diving into you. His tongue was exploring your insides, slurping in all you gave him. Meanwhile he was expertly using his nose to tease your clit, building your orgasm in no time.

You were helpless in his hands. Your body squirmed under the sudden attack, but his grip was holding the most important part still. Your moans grew louder and more desperate, though you kept stopping yourself right before saying his name - you weren’t going to lose the challenge that easily.

Your fingers slid through his luxurious locks, gripping anything they could get a hold of in an attempt to ground yourself. It didn’t work.

Your back arched into the bed, as the coil in your stomach snapped and waves of pleasure washed over you. A string of incoherent words escaped your lips and if the stranger - Hunter - hadn’t held you in place, you would probably have ascended to the stars.

He ate up everything you gave and then some. Your whole body was shaking as it came down from the orgasm, but he wasn’t relenting. No, he wanted revenge from you overstimulating him, he wanted you to moan his name and he was going to get it.

Hunter moved the attention back to your clit, sucking and licking the now oversensitive bud. He prodded one finger inside you, quickly adding another when he realized there was space. They seemed to be searching your insides, until he found that hard to reach spot inside you.

“Hunter!” You gasped, back instantly arching into the bed once more. You felt the smirk on his lips, as his gaze raised to meet yours. It was hungry, mischievous and victorious.

While remaining eye contact, he added a third finger, filling and stretching you more than you thought possible. All the while, his tongue continued its expert work.

You held eye contact for as long as possible, but had to give up, as each thrust and stroke of his fingers coerced a second orgasm to come forth.

“Hu-Hunter,” You moaned, by now having completely given up all control of the situation. “I can’t.”

This seemed to finally stop the oral attack on your sex, though the fingers continued their hard work. “You can, Y/N. I know you can. Do it, for me, cum for me.” His voice was deep and raspy, encouraging yet commanding. How could you ever deny him his wish?

Hunter returned to his work on your clit, the small break from the stimulation and then having it instantly revived was what finally sent you over the edge.

His name was on your lips like a chant, your vision blurring as tears pricked your eyes, your walls squeezing around his fingers while the rest of you was spasming from the orgasm. His free hand was making sure you weren’t hurting yourself or him in the process, but had given up on keeping you in place. He had won and was now letting you ride out the high.

When you finally returned to this plane of existence, Hunter was sitting up, caressing your thigh and looking at you with such admiration. His hair was hanging loose around his face, making you realize you pulled off the bandana during the act. Half of his face and upper chest was glistening in your juices.

He was beautiful.

“Think you can handle one more round?” He asked, once you had managed to catch your breath again. His eyes quickly darted downwards before returning to you, urging you to follow their destination.

And right there was his weeping cock, standing at attention and ready for action.

You looked back up at him, quirking up an eyebrow as you challenged: “Do you?”

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chochuuya · 6 months

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snarky.

bonten rindou haitani x gn!reader

disclaimers: bonten isn’t exactly all rainbows and unicorns.. please do read with precaution. black cat x black cat? you meet your match (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

wc: 470

your attitude pisses him off.

“you didn’t need help?” rindou scoffs in disbelief as he looks from the unconscious mugger to you.

that guy’s joints are probably already in places they shouldn’t be.

he didn’t appreciate your dismissive attitude especially since he just saved your life. you were struggling to fend off this guy, so he jumped in before any damage could be done. especially in his club? nuh-uh.

you should be singing him praises, not being snarky.

“that’s a funny way of saying thank you,” he continues sarcastically, his annoyance evident in his tone. “you should be nicer to someone that saved you.”

“fine. thank you so much, my savior.” you said with a tone dripping of sarcasm.

he rolls his eyes. if he still had his glasses, he would already be adjusting them in annoyance. you weren’t exactly making it easy to keep his temper in check.

rindou looks you up and down, his piercing violet eyes running the length of your body and taking the whole scoop of your appearance.

“and you’re (y/n), right?” he asks as if he already knows the answer.

“wow, what a stalker. i didn’t even have to tell you my name, haitani.”

he laughs and it sounds like a snarl. this person has guts, he has to give them that.

“nah,” he shakes his head. “you think i need you to tell me your name to figure out that much? i’ve got my sources.”

“wow.. good to know you have money then.”

he actually chuckled at your remark and smoothly passes you his business card. the paper's quality felt like it was cut from the finest tree on earth.

you scoffed and this time, it’s your turn to look at him from up and down.

“what’s this for? you expect me to want to know a criminal like you? i would be in jail for even trying.”

“a criminal?” he asks, his expression shifted to one of mock offense. “no, i just don’t feel like dealing with the red tape the police force me to. do you even know who i am and my affiliation?”

you look at him, being all humble. “is he trying to scare me?” you thought.

“and i’m supposed to know that? well, sorry for making you butthurt..”

rindou tilts his head slightly to the side and raises an eyebrow at you. it’s clear that he’s trying to figure you out.

“you’re sassy, i like it. you’d make the perfect partner in crime, you know,” he says and there’s an edge to his voice, something he’s keeping just under the surface.

“i could just... take you right here, right now and you could learn all the skills you’d ever need.”

...

maybe it was a mistake to be in the haitani brothers’ club in the first place.

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real.

i had a debate with myself, whether i should put ran or rindou in this.. but i feel like rindou fits this scenario better? somehow? ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) anyway, i hope you like it! all reblogs & likes are vv appreciated ♡

#🐯 luna writes #🐯 luna's fics #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers imagine #rindou haitani #rindou #rindou x reader #rindou x you

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hotvintagepoll · 4 months

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Propaganda

James Stewart (The Philadelphia Story, It's a Wonderful Life, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington)—Ough I saw him first in It's A Wonderful Life, where he is very charming as a suicidal family man being absolutely crushed by capitalism. But then. The Philadelphia Story, in my opinion, should get the same kind of press The Mummy does for being a bisexual dream. Now I'm not really bi (not into women) and it's honestly up for debate whether i'm attracted to men or not, but COME ON!! The movie stars James Stewart as well as Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn (and Ruth Hussey). Stewart plays a common working man, a journalist, to contrast with Grant's character, who is mega-rich. He is scrappy and hates rich people. Hot! They have a whole scene together where he's super drunk and being really physical with his acting, which I love because he is kinda wet noodle shaped. Hot! He carries Hepburn in his arms while singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Hot! He gets punched in the face by Cary Grant. Hot!!! In The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence, we get to see him portray an alternative type of masculinity, opposite John Wayne doing John Wayne. He is even more wet noodle-y, to put emphasis on his incompatibility with the rugged masculinity of the cow-boy, he wears an apron for a lot of the film, again, to blur his masculinity, and he gets shot. Hot! Also he's older here, if that's your thing. Long story short: He's giving librarian chic and The Philadelphia Story made me want to be poly.

Gilbert Roland (Camille, The Cisco Kid movies, The Bad and the Beautiful)—no propaganda submitted beyond pictures below the cut

This is round 2 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

"Here he is next to Grant, in what I believe to be a promotional shot for The Philadelphia Story. Please don't get distracted by Grant (or do, i'm submitting him next)."

"He’s a nice guy and a good guy and deserves all the happiness and joy ever! Classic boy next door/class president kid that everyone loves for real. Stand-up for the Little Guy vibes. With a charming fun side!!"

Link to TCM page submitted for Stewart

"And here he is in colour! From Rope!"

Propaganda for Gilbert Roland:

#gilbert roland #james stewart #hotvintagepoll #round 2 #fuck that old man!!!!

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stargirl-writes · 6 months

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devotion

pairing : f! reader x anakin skywalker

word count : 1.3k

masterlist | ao3 link

summary

when you decided to sleep with anakin skywalker, you have set an arrangement to keep it purely physical. but it was getting harder to repress that you've fallen for him. and tonight, you aren't sure if you can keep seeing him in like this anymore.

tags : angst, hurt/no comfort, pining.

warnings : !mature content! (implication of sexual themes, but not discussed) and drinking. kind of a cliffhanger (i'm debating whether i should make another part still)

notes : hello lovely people, i'm currently hyperfixiating on media referring/relating love to faith and cannibalism (as smone with religious trauma haha!) so here's my tiny drabble on that, i hope ya like it 🪽

likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated!

Corruption begins at the mouth. To consume the flesh— the wanting. The thought of being ready to devote entirely. And to be devoured with the same intensity.

So when you agreed to have sex with Anakin Skywalker, you convinced yourself it was purely physical. The attraction has always been there, one of you is bound to break, and to your favor, Anakin had been the one to come to your quarters.

But it doesn't matter. Whatever you feel is overcome by your fear of intimacy. You can satiate the physical sensations without ever needing to commit.

He wanted you. And you wanted him — in the same manner. Purely physical, that was the arrangement you set.

The days are most exhausting but you can give into the relief of coming apart by Anakin's touch, and his hungry kisses, and his deep thrusts. You'd forget the stresses of the galaxies. You'd allow him to hold you, without him knowing that no one has ever stood to your soul as he does when his eyes fix on you at the edge of your climax.

And Anakin would fuck like you were the most beautiful thing he'd got his hands on. He becomes greedy, he'd become the closest thing to intimacy you can define.

It never mattered how you felt before.

He always made sure to have you feel good first, and you'd always make him crumble by your touch after.

It was a mutual exchange.

There's no need to complicate such a clear line by confusing his kisses as something romantic.

You knew he was carnivorous about love— he'd want to be teeth deep in possession. He could love you, if you let him, you could become his God.

And that terrified you more than your fear of intimacy.

You stood up from the sheets, legs still trembling.

Despite the moments earlier, you wrapped your robe around your body, feeling exposed.

You know Anakin would never stay after. It was good that he didn't. At least, then you can reestablish some space after such a binding ritual of fucking and vows that leave his lips in the heat of the moment.

You sat down by the chair away from your bed, pouring yourself a drink. It was a vice you developed during the war. One you can't entirely quit because it sends you straight to sleep.

Anakin was steadying his breath. You heard him shuffling, as if he too was trying to come down from the high.

You downed your drink and poured another. Begging for that warm buzz to come over quickly so you'd stop feeling so... excessively.

Through the mirror, you saw Anakin put back his garments— his hair stubbornly a mess.

You take your gaze away from lingering on his bare torso. Or his sharp jaw. Or his tight back.

You drank your shot once more.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Anakin says, his profile the only thing you could make out from the reflection.

Your heart aches, torn between wanting to say yes, i'll see you tomorrow, please come find me tomorrow, hold me tomorrow, and no, i can't keep doing this tomorrow, i don't want to see you tomorrow.

You cannot admit that you knew loving would destroy you. if he comes tomorrow, you fear you'd break and finally tell him. But then again, if you refuse, he'll know how you felt.

The stage is finally set; for you and Anakin to dance and circle around waiting to be consumed by one another.

Possession is cruel, it corrupts. You thought, with all the love you have— you could eat him whole.

You don't speak, Anakin steps forward, standing very close to your back.

The heat of his body emanates to your robes— casting imprints on the fibers of your soul.

You saw Anakin's gaze land on the drink you were having. He never did like how you turn to alcohol for some sort of relief.

"Did you not want me to come tomorrow?" He insists after noticing your silence.

Your lips purse, "No"

He tilts his head, lost by what you meant.

"No— no, you can, if you want to" you clarified, unsure how committed you were to your own words.

You downed the rest of your drink— feeling the familiar haze of its effect.

"Then what's bothering you?" Anakin speaks softly, you hated how much you didn't want to ruin this.

You sigh, shaking your head "Nothing"

"Nothing at all"

Anakin kneels down, wanting to see your eyes. His eyes were dark, intent, you wondered what they'd look like if he fell in love.

"Did I—" He begins, Your eyebrows furrow at the concern coating his voice.

"Did I hurt you? Did I do something?"

You pressed your palm against his cheek, forcing him to look up. "No, Anakin"

Under your touch, he looked like everything you asked for. Underneath your sinful fingers, he becomes something you could worship.

You caught yourself dreaming and withdrew your hand, taking the glass of alcohol instead.

You could feel his eyes burn at your skin watching you drink.

"I'll see you tomorrow" You dismissed, standing up, trying to establish some space, so you can stop being so encased by his warmth, or his eyes, or his hair, or his hold on you he was so blissfully unaware of.

Your head spun, you fought through the blurriness.

You found yourself at the balcony instead, a breath of fresh air would do you good.

You waited to hear your door lock— held your breath til he left.

But he stays.

"You know, you really should stop depending on alcohol" Anakin appears next to you.

You ran your finger to the rim of your drink, huffing a breathless laugh.

"It's the only thing that comforts me nowadays" You sigh, not intending the double entendre.

Besides, you doubt he'll interpret your attraction to him as anything else.

The silence hung once more. The cold of the midnight air felt crisp against your bare legs, so you hugged your robe against your skin.

"I worry about you" Anakin's voice was husky, exhausted. "We used to be able to talk about everything before"

Your heart tinges in guilt. Along the way, you somehow have pushed him farther away by denying how you felt.

"I'm sorry, I've just been trying to figure out some things"

You're doing it because of love. And for love, you disappear.

"Well, come to me. You know you can always come to me, whenever you need me." Anakin stresses.

You look up, biting your tongue. Begging to stay in one piece.

If you offer yourself— it'd be the most selfish thing you'll do.

You'll be mine. You thought as you get lost in his eyes.

Burning devotion. For all eternity.

"Anakin, we can't keep doing this anymore" You said finally, submitting to your truth.

Anakin's eyes furrow in focus. "Doing what?"

You frown, trying to explain something incommunable.

You've always felt ashamed for wanting. For taking. It wasn't a virtue, it was a disguise. Because you can't love without giving yourself entirely, bones and all. Ravenous, intense, unforgiving devotion.

Because isn't bite also a form of touch?

Finally, Anakin seems to understand the expression painted on your face. You held your breath, bracing for his reaction.

"You wanted this" He reminds. The sterness of his voice made you flinch. It felt like the cruelest rejection.

"I know"

"You said clear lines. No attachments"

"I know" You felt like you were being caught in the act of doing something forbidden.

Anakin's expression hardens, seeming to process your admission.

Your tears were threatening to fall, but you refused to let them. You didn't want him to feel sorry you felt that way. You didn't want him to know how far you've pathetically fallen for him.

He turns to his heel and your heart breaks.

The tear finally leaks your left eye, as your hand reaches out, just enough to grip on the end of his robe.

"Stay"

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