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sutorus · 7 months

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✰ HC: BEING IN A SITUATIONSHIP WITH THE JJK F*CKBOYS

DESCRIPTION: my hcs on what it’d be like to be in a situationship/fwb situation with the jjk men hehe

FEATURED: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem + afab reader, this is fully self indulgent i'm just taking my own shiddy experiences and coping via hot anime men, suggestive content/smut, pretty standard manwhore behavior, slightly toxic, not wholesome, kinda crack tbh, some mentions of degradation as a kink, objectifying women, just like the real thing lol!

A/N: LONG BUT READ! this will Not have an ending where you get together at least not rn these are just my hcs all in good fun ur just having fun ok ur not heartbroken everything is okay. they are not good boys here they are normal regular boys

GOJO SATORU

has way too many hoes. way too many

so much so that he gave up on remembering their names and just saves their numbers like “osaka w the hand kink”, “big tits shibari”, “slut from trig”, “hostess best bjs”

has someone’s boobs with his name written on them in sharpie as his wallpaper

says i love you when he cums inside and you never know if you should believe it

throws you off when he agrees to meet your friends only for him to flirt with them in front of you

takes you to the best clubs with bottle service, lets the girls sit on his lap and laughs when you get mad

pays for your ubers everywhere every time

into the weirdest shit like wearing your underwear laughing like a lunatic the whole time he’s fucking you then after he cums gets sulky and embarrassed

lays it on thick with the pet names, gives zero fucks if that confuses you even further

very public with you and it makes you wonder how many other girls put themselves through this humiliation just for the d

gets jealous about you being with other people and needs to prove himself by eating it from the back or something

fwb with gojo is just a huge mindfuck honestly he doesn’t take anything seriously and this is no different sorry! it’s fun tho!

GETO SUGURU

keeps it extremely platonic because he likes to tell himself he has a conscience

too busy for regular chit chat ignores your texts all day then hits you up when he wants to fuck

even more of a whore than gojo is which is why he makes sure not to lead anyone on he just does not need the trouble

answers all your personal questions about him with one word answers

he lets you choose the movie for netflix and chill at least! but will never remember it or the fact that it’s your favorite :(

cleans you up after sex and brings you water

has female hygiene products in his bathroom which is both a red and a green flag

lets you stay after sex and you just lay there on his bed watching him do stuff on his computer but he will not be talking to you

never calls you baby or anything when he’s fucking you just goes oh fuck yeah right there fuuuuck your pussy

genuinely respects you and has nice decent sex with you unless you tell him that you’re kinky

in which case he fucks you just how you want it and gets off on how turned on you are

not one of those guys who gets jealous of sex toys and holds the wand on your clit for you

likes to make you cum over and over and over again

fwb with geto makes your heart clench because he’s just such a gentleman but you got way too much competition to even think about it

NANAMI KENTO

a professional in every sense of the word

uses sex as stress relief

thinks he's too old for this shit but you make him feel alive so he fucks you like he can empty all of his frustrations into you

invites you to his apartment serves you expensive liquor and lets you initiate things most times unless he’s too pent up

can actually have very nice conversations with you

never has the “what are we talk” because he makes it clear he’s too busy for a relationship

lets you spend the night if it’s too late but solely for your safety/logistics

does your taxes for you but will not call you anything beyond an “acquaintance”

texts you happy holidays but does not know when your birthday is

gets tested consistently even though he’s not fucking anyone else and always uses a condom unless you beg him not to

eats you out because he thinks it’s relaxing and spends hours prepping you

the sexual tension is soooo thick when you two fuck all you can hear is grunts and growls and moans and wet slapping sounds and it’s so hot

has some random turn ons like gets bricked up when you’re wearing lipstick or stockings

fwb with nanami is very enjoyable and easy it’ll get complicated if you develop feelings because he does not want to date but who cares yolo am i right

FUSHIGURO TOJI

broke ass deadbeat dad why are you into him

absolutely nasty sex

you know if he had a girlfriend he’d respect her too much to do the things he does to you

dick game so bomb that you’re scared he’s gonna give you a child even when he’s wearing a condom

wants to fuck you every way he possibly can on every fuckable surface with zero regard for your physical integrity

eats his cum right out of you

ego is so big, grins so wide and fucks you so hard when you stroke his muscles

loves to eat pussy but only after he’s fucked you because he likes it tight and hot with minimal prep

doesn’t follow you on any social media but jerks off to your instagram pics

has like 3 different phone numbers and you don’t know why

has only let you come over once, didn’t let you shower after

no pet names but calls you a dirty whore and other degrading shit

loves it if you cry on his dick

doesn’t give a fuck about your safety sorry you’re on your own

has never told you his last name

one time you asked to see a picture of his son and he didn’t speak for 3 whole minutes

fwb with toji is the nastiest sex you’ve ever had truly it’s just sinful and everyone’s dark hidden fantasy half of it you couldn’t tell your closest friends because it’s just too much

a/n sorry

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songbirdseung · 2 months

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mr. green flag / park jongseong

synopsis: after dating the wrong guys, you wanted to give up love and relationships. although, a man named park jongseong changed things for you.

pairing: nonidol!jay x nonidol!yn

warnings: cheating, red flag boyfriends, love triangles, cuss words

The bartender was most likely your best friend now since you basically came to the bar every week or two. Crying over a guy who definitely not worth your tears and time. But the bartender was very understanding of your situation and tried his very best to provide comfort and reassurance.

You found out his name was Terry. He's been working at the bar as his second job just to make extra money. Such a nice genuine guy, someone you wish you could date but for some reason, the universe hated your guts, or you just did so horrible in your past life that you need to be punished in this life.

"Okay, last one for tonight. You still got to drive yourself home" he slides your drink towards you with a serious but caring look on his face. "When are you going to break up with that douchebag?" all the arrows pointed to breaking up with him, but since you were so blinded, you couldn't just let him go. As stupid as it was, you loved him despite all the foolish and childish things he has done to you.

"I love you; I do. But I hate seeing you walk through the door with a frown on your face and tears running down your face. It's time you be single or date a good guy" terry doesn't know how many times he had already said these things to you, but he has to remind you every time.

On the drive home, you were dreading it. What if you open the door to your shared apartment with your boyfriend and see him banging another girl? why did you have to be so stupid and such a coward, why couldn't you just say the words "let's break up" or "I'm done" then follow up with a "get out of my apartment" then be over with it.

Luckily for you, the universe wanted to be a little bit kinder to you, you opened the door to your apartment and no, your boyfriend wasn't hooking up with someone. But you knew, he probably already did earlier in the day. As you make your way into the kitchen to drink some medicine and water, you receive a text from terry.

terry: don't forget what I said earlier, you can't say you forgot because we both know you're not drunk.

You sigh and head to your bedroom where your boyfriend is playing video games. You turn on the light and he immediately spin around in his chair and starts yelling at how you disrupted his game.

This is it; you just have to do it. Just say the words yn. "I'm breaking up you, by tomorrow morning, I expect you to be out of this house and my life."

That was a whole month ago, now you were currently single and moving on. Instead of being at the bar with terry, you were at the mall. "I'm proud of you yn, it's been a month and from what I've notice, you're doing great" you smile and nod, "I honestly did not know where the confidence came from when I broke up with him."

You recall all the times you got broken up with by your past 2 boyfriends. they all treated you the way your 3rd boyfriend did. Realizing that all these three, when you started dating them, they would put up a persona, a facade as if they were good guys and they would treat you the way you deserved. They promised things that turned to be absolutely bullshit and empty promises. Then down the road, they would slowly show their true colors and behaviors.

"Maybe I'm meant to be single, maybe i should just give up on relationships" terry listens to your rants and future goals. Listing down all the things you want to do now since you were free from manipulators and controlling men. "Who knows, Mr. right is just around the corner" he pretends to look around, but you miss the real intention or message behind that remark from terry.

Relationships and love were now long gone from your life, and you wanted it to stay that way. Being in those toxic and shitty relationships, you lost yourself. Now it was time to bring that lively and passionate girl back. to do so, old passions, goals, dreams were revisited and worked on again. as months passed, the old you started to resurface. You felt happy, you felt like yourself.

Once day, you went to visit your family house, and in that house, there was a basement where your old stuff was placed in boxes. You placed them there so no one could mess with them and for your old room to be used for whenever they had guest over. Looking through your stuff, you reached over for your guitar that was in its case. The instrument that was your whole life. It was quite upsetting that whenever you would play guitar in your apartment, your ex would get mad at you, claiming how loud you were and how bad you were at playing. it caused you to stop and feel insecure over something you so sure of since you were little. You placed the guitar on your lap and started playing, you haven't played in a long time, but muscle memory was helping you so much.

You got back on your game, focusing on school and looking for a part time job to earn money. You were spending so much time with yourself, you forgot to spend quality time with your friends too. You had terry, chaeryoung, and jake. You weren't a group, but you used to hang out with them separately.

Putting down the paint brush and picking up the disregarded phone on the floor, you dial jake's number. After a few rings he picks up with a sassy but not serious tone. "You remember I exist huh, yn?" you laugh in an apology and ask him if he wants to go out. To which he agrees and tells you he'd be there to pick you up in 15 minutes.

Jake and you go way back, you met him in Australia when you were on vacation. Everyone in your family were appreciating the view as they were sight-seeing. But you were more interested in the golden border collie that was staring back at you and wagging her tail as you made grabby hands at her. Only being 10 years old, your parents didn't let you go anywhere unsupervised, so they kept a tight hold on you, but you just had to pet the cute puppy. With enough wiggling out of their grasp and run away. "Hi, can i pet your puppy?" looking up at the lady who was holding the leash. She gives you the green light and starts asking you questions. "what's your name?" "Where are your parents?" "How old are you?" obviously, you answered her with respect. later, a young boy, who seems to be the son of the lady comes up and says hi. A very friendly boy with an Australian accent asks you if you wanna be friends.

That's where it all began. it was a long-distance friendship, not until jake decided to go back to Korea. You two have been glued to each other's hip since then, he was there for you for everything, for the good and bad. he's seen all the men you'd dated and unlike terry who was the "good cop", jake was the "bad cop" telling you how it was and even if it had to be said in the harshest way, he'd say it. When you told him you ended your recent relationship, happy was an understatement with how Jake felt.

Today, he still is your best friend. "Jake, stop letting me win, it ain't fun that way" stern look on your face as you stare at your best friend who is standing by the goal post. "I'm not, you're just really good" he shrugs his shoulders with that award winning smile. "you're not even moving; you're not even blocking the ball" you whine as you walk up to him.

The whole day was probably spent with Jake, it was getting dark, and it was time to part ways. or so you thought. Jake comes back to you after taking a call from a friend. "Hey, my friend Sunghoon called me saying how he has two extra tickets to that movie we were just talking about, you wanna go?" saying yes, you alert your parents with a text, letting them know you'll be home late.

On the way Jake opens up the topic of romance, asking for an update. "you're not seeing any losers, aren't you?" he chuckles, and he looks at the sour face you made. "No, I'm going to stay single for a long time" emphasize on the word long.

The whole time, you just thought that it would be the three of you, that you only had to meet Sunghoon. But no, you were standing there, with maybe the most good-looking guy you have ever seen. Jake would probably disagree and say it was him. Once you arrive and jake found Sunghoon, you immediately greet him and share banter, then another guy comes from the bathroom and greets you as well.

"Hi, I'm jay. You must be jake's friend he keeps complaining about." He jokes, and when he smiled, you might have just melted, he turns to Sunghoon, and you saw how sharp his jawline was. He was incredibly handsome that it makes you question if you should really give up on love or not.

"What do you mean, complaining...jake?!" you slap jake's arm and face your whole body towards him. "What have you been saying to them?!" you kept slapping his arm until he stops laughing and taking a hold of you. "I tell them how crazily stupid you are when it comes to dating and how I am tired of trying to save your ass yn" he explained while laughing like there was no tomorrow.

"If I was dating you, I think I'd be the one crazily in love" jay speaks and it makes your mind literally stop working, the cogs in your brain stopped and malfunctioned. "Damn you just met her, and you're already smitten?" Sunghoon chuckles and shakes his head, leading you all towards the room where the movie was going to play.

As the movie played, you couldn't help but steal glances at Jay, his profile illuminated by the flickering light of the screen. Each time your eyes met, a playful smile danced on his lips, igniting a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the theater's heating.

When the credits finally rolled, and the lights brightened, Jay turned to you with a grin. "Well, that was a rollercoaster," he remarked, his voice light with amusement. You chuckled in agreement, feeling a sense of ease settle between you. "Definitely kept us on the edge of our seats," you replied, matching his playful tone.

Stepping out into the cool evening air, the bustling chatter of the crowd surrounding you faded into the background as you and Jay fell into conversation. It was effortless, as if you'd known each other for years rather than mere hours. You found yourselves sharing anecdotes, swapping stories, and delving into shared interests with an enthusiasm that felt electric.

"So, what's your favorite movie of all time?" Jay asked, his eyes alight with curiosity as he turned to you. You paused, considering his question with a thoughtful expression. "Hmm, tough one," you mused, a smile quirking at the corners of your lips. "But if I had to choose, I'd say 'Inception.' The whole concept of dreams within dreams just blows my mind."

Jay nodded, his own smile widening. "Ah, a fellow fan of mind-bending plots," he replied, a hint of admiration in his voice. "I'm more of a 'Shawshank Redemption' guy myself. Can't beat a classic."

As you continued to chat and laugh together, the connection between you deepened, each shared moment cementing the bond that seemed to grow stronger with every passing second. It was a feeling unlike any you'd experienced before, a sense of belonging and understanding that left you yearning for more.

And as you walked side by side, the city lights casting a gentle glow upon your faces, you couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected encounter with Jay was just the beginning of something truly extraordinary.

After the movie, as you all parted ways, Jay lingered, asking if you'd like to grab a coffee sometime. His smile was genuine, his eyes kind, and in that moment, you felt a glimmer of hope stir within you. Maybe, just maybe, there was something worth exploring beyond the scars of your past relationships.

As you said goodbye to Jay and watched him walk away with a quickening heart, Jake nudged you playfully. "Well, well, looks like someone's got a fan," he teased, grinning mischievously.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at your lips. "Shut up, Jake," you replied, nudging him back. But deep down, you couldn't deny the warmth that Jay's presence had ignited within you, a flicker of possibility in a heart once shrouded in doubt.

In the days that followed your encounter with Jay, your mind became consumed with swirling doubts and questions, overshadowing the initial excitement and warmth you felt in his presence. Despite the undeniable chemistry and the effortless connection you shared, the scars of past heartbreaks loomed large, casting a shadow of uncertainty over your burgeoning feelings.

As you went about your daily routine, thoughts of Jay lingered in the back of your mind, a constant presence that refused to be ignored. You found yourself replaying your conversations, analyzing every word and gesture, searching for signs of hidden agendas or red flags that might betray his true intentions.

"What if I'm just setting myself up for another disappointment?" you whispered to yourself, the weight of past betrayals heavy on your shoulders. The fear of being hurt again, of having your trust shattered and your heart broken, threatened to suffocate the budding hope that had dared to take root in your chest.

You confided in your closest friends, seeking their advice and perspective on the situation. Terry offered words of encouragement, reminding you of your resilience and strength in overcoming past obstacles. "Don't let fear dictate your happiness," he urged, his voice gentle but firm. "Take a chance, yn. You deserve to find love again, and Jay might just be the one to help you rediscover it."

But despite Terry's reassurances, the nagging doubts persisted, gnawing at your confidence and filling your mind with endless what-ifs. What if history were to repeat itself? What if Jay turned out to be just like the others, another heartbreaker in disguise?

As you tossed and turned in bed, sleep eluding you in the late hours of the night, you couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that gripped your heart. The prospect of opening yourself up to love once more felt both exhilarating and terrifying, a delicate balance between hope and fear that left you teetering on the edge of indecision.

With a sigh, you sank into the soft cushions, the weight of your worries pressing heavily upon you. "I just... I don't know what to do, Chaeryoung," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so afraid of getting hurt again, of making the same mistakes I've made in the past."

Chaeryoung listened attentively, her gaze unwavering as she reached out to gently grasp your hand in hers. "I understand, yn," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "But you can't let the fear of the past dictate your future. Sometimes, taking a chance on love means embracing the possibility of heartache, knowing that the journey is worth the risk."

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes as Chaeryoung's words struck a chord deep within you. "But what if I'm not strong enough to handle it?" you whispered, the fear of vulnerability threatening to consume you.

Chaeryoung squeezed your hand reassuringly, her expression filled with unwavering support. "You are stronger than you know, yn," she said firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "And you don't have to face this alone. I'll be here for you every step of the way, no matter what happens."

The day of your coffee date with Jay arrived, and despite the lingering doubts that still gnawed at the edges of your mind, you found yourself determined to embrace the opportunity with an open heart. As you stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down your outfit and running a nervous hand through your hair, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation mingled with trepidation.

When you arrived, Jay was already there, waiting patiently at a table near the window with a warm smile on his lips. As you approached, his eyes lit up with genuine delight, and you felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks at the sight of him.

"Hey, yn, I'm so glad you could make it," Jay said, rising from his seat to greet you with a friendly hug. "You look amazing."

You returned his smile with a shy grin of your own, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly at his easygoing demeanor. "Thanks, Jay," you replied, feeling a surge of gratitude for his kindness and understanding.

As you settled into your seats and engaged in conversation, you found yourself swept away by Jay's charm and wit, his easy laughter and genuine interest in getting to know you better putting you at ease. With each passing moment, the doubts and insecurities that had plagued you began to fade into the background, replaced by a sense of connection and possibility that left you breathless with anticipation.

Midway through the date, as the conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Jay, you found yourself laughing at his animated retelling of a recent mishap at work. His eyes sparkled with amusement, his infectious laughter filling the air and drawing a smile to your lips.

"You wouldn't believe it," Jay exclaimed, his hands gesturing wildly as he recounted the comical series of events. "I swear, if it weren't for my quick thinking, we would have been knee-deep in paperwork!"

You chuckled, shaking your head in amusement. "Well, I'm glad you were able to save the day," you replied, unable to tear your gaze away from the twinkle in Jay's eyes. "Sounds like you're quite the hero."

Jay grinned, his dimples deepening as he leaned back in his chair. "Oh, you have no idea," he teased, his voice laced with playful exaggeration. "I've got a cape and everything."

The two of you shared a laugh, the tension easing between you as you basked in the warmth of each other's company. With each passing moment, you felt yourself growing more comfortable and at ease with Jay, the initial nerves of the date fading into the background as you lost yourself in the easy banter and shared laughter.

And as you shared another round of laughter with Jay, the doubts and insecurities that had once clouded your mind seemed to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of hope and possibility that whispered of new beginnings and endless horizons. With a smile on your lips and a lightness in your heart, you leaned in closer to Jay, eager to savor every moment of this unexpected journey that had brought you together.

As the evening drew to a close and the coffee shop began to empty out, you and Jay found yourselves lingering at your table, reluctant to part ways just yet. The easy conversation and shared laughter had created a bond between you that felt both comforting and exhilarating, leaving you reluctant to let the night end.

As you gathered your belongings and prepared to leave, Jay rose from his seat and offered you a warm smile. "Well, yn, I had a really great time tonight," he said sincerely, his eyes meeting yours with a gentle warmth that sent a flutter of excitement through your chest.

You returned his smile, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you for the unexpected connection you had shared. "I did too, Jay," you replied, your voice soft with sincerity. "Thank you for such a wonderful evening."

As you made your way outside, the cool night air wrapping around you like a comforting embrace, Jay walked beside you in easy silence, his presence a reassuring presence at your side. The streets were quiet now, the bustling city fading into the background as you walked side by side, lost in your own thoughts.

When you finally reached your doorstep, you turned to face Jay, feeling a mixture of reluctance and anticipation swirling within you. "Well, this is me," you said with a hesitant smile, gesturing to the entrance of your building.

Jay nodded, his expression softening with a hint of regret. "Yeah, it is," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "I wish we could stay out here all night."

You chuckled softly, feeling a pang of disappointment at the thought of saying goodbye so soon. "Me too," you admitted, your heart heavy with the weight of impending separation.

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the unspoken words hanging in the air between you like a delicate thread. And then, without warning, Jay reached out to gently grasp your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your veins.

"I really want to kiss you right now, yn," Jay said softly, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of longing and respect. "But I don't want to rush things. I want to take things slow, and I want to make sure you feel comfortable every step of the way."

His words were like a balm to your weary heart, a reminder that not all men were like the ones who had hurt you in the past. And as you looked into Jay's eyes, you saw nothing but sincerity and kindness reflected back at you, filling you with a sense of warmth and gratitude that you hadn't felt in a long time.

With a grateful smile, you squeezed Jay's hand gently, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his understanding and compassion. "Thank you, Jay," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I really appreciate that."

And as you stood there in the soft glow of the streetlights, the night stretching out before you like a canvas waiting to be painted, you knew that this unexpected encounter with Jay was just the beginning of a journey filled with hope, healing, and the promise of a love that was worth waiting for.

A few weeks had passed since your coffee date with Jay, and life had quickly resumed its hectic pace. Between work commitments, family obligations, and the occasional outing with friends, you found yourself swept up in a whirlwind of activity, the days blurring together in a haze of busyness and distraction.

Despite the outward appearance of normalcy, however, there was a lingering sense of restlessness that gnawed at the edges of your mind, a quiet unease that whispered of unresolved worries and unspoken fears. You had thrown yourself into your daily routines with a sense of determination and purpose, but beneath the surface, a part of you still felt adrift, searching for something elusive and intangible.

Your friends had noticed the change in you, their concerned glances and probing questions a constant reminder of the facade you had erected to shield yourself from their scrutiny. Terry, Chaeryoung, and Jake had all voiced their concerns, offering words of support and encouragement in their own unique ways, but you had brushed off their worries with a casual wave of your hand, insisting that you were fine and that there was nothing to be concerned about.

But deep down, you knew that wasn't entirely true. The truth was, you were struggling to keep up appearances, to maintain the facade of strength and resilience that you had carefully crafted to hide the vulnerability and uncertainty that lurked within. You were tired of pretending, tired of wearing a mask that no longer fit, but you didn't know how to let it go, how to break free from the chains that bound you to a life that felt increasingly hollow and unfulfilling.

It was on one such day, as you sat alone in your apartment, lost in a sea of thoughts and doubts, that there came a knock at your door. Startled from your reverie, you rose from your seat and made your way to the entrance, your heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.

When you opened the door, you were surprised to find Jay standing on the other side, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. "Hey, yn," he said softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of the turmoil that lay beneath the surface. "Can I come in?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say or how to explain the maelstrom of emotions that churned within you. But as you looked into Jay's eyes, you saw nothing but warmth and understanding reflected back at you, and you felt a sudden surge of gratitude for his unwavering support and compassion.

With a nod, you stepped aside to let Jay into your apartment, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between you. As he took a seat beside you on the couch, you felt a sense of relief wash over you at the prospect of finally opening up to someone who truly cared.

For a long moment, the two of you sat in silence, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant rumble of traffic outside. And then, at last, Jay spoke, his voice gentle and reassuring.

"yn, I've noticed that you've been… distant lately," he began, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "And I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. Is everything okay?"

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat threatening to choke off your words. But before you could reply, Jay reached out to gently grasp your hand in his, his touch a comforting anchor in the storm of emotions that raged within you.

"You don't have to pretend with me, yn," Jay said softly, his voice filled with quiet understanding. "Whatever you're going through, whatever you're feeling… I'm here for you. You don't have to face it alone."

And in that moment, as you looked into Jay's eyes and saw the depth of his sincerity and compassion, you knew that you had found someone worth opening up to, someone who would stand by your side through thick and thin, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

With a grateful smile, you squeezed Jay's hand gently, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at the prospect of finally sharing your burdens with someone who truly cared. And as you began to open up to Jay, pouring out your fears and insecurities with a vulnerability you had never shown anyone before, you felt a weight lift from your shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of hope and optimism for the future.

In the days and weeks that followed, you found solace in the unwavering support and understanding of Jay, who stood by your side through every twist and turn of your journey. With his encouragement and guidance, you began to confront the demons of your past, slowly but surely breaking free from the chains that had bound you for so long.

Together, you navigated the highs and lows of life, sharing laughter and tears, triumphs and setbacks, as you embarked on a journey of self-discovery and healing. With Jay's love and support, you found the strength to confront your fears and insecurities head-on, embracing the challenges that lay before you with courage and resilience.

As your relationship with Jay blossomed and deepened, you found yourself constantly amazed by his thoughtfulness and consideration. Jay seemed to possess an innate understanding of your needs and boundaries, effortlessly navigating the intricacies of your heart with a sensitivity and empathy that left you feeling cherished and valued.

One evening, as you curled up on the couch together, lost in the pages of a book, Jay reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch light and tender against your skin. You looked up to find him gazing at you with an expression of quiet adoration, his eyes filled with a warmth that made your heart flutter with affection.

Without a word, Jay leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin in a silent promise of love and devotion. And in that moment, as you felt the weight of his affection wash over you like a soothing balm, you knew with a certainty that this was where you belonged, in the arms of a man who loved you unconditionally, flaws and all.

In the days and weeks that followed, Jay continued to show his affection in the small but meaningful ways that spoke volumes of his love for you. Whether it was leaving notes of encouragement tucked into your lunch bag, surprising you with your favorite meal after a long day, or simply wrapping you in a warm embrace when you needed it most, Jay's gestures never failed to brighten your day and fill your heart with joy.

But what touched you most deeply was the way Jay always respected your boundaries and comfort levels, never pushing you to do anything you weren't ready for or comfortable with. Instead, he met you where you were, showering you with love and affection in the ways that felt most natural and comfortable to you.

And as you snuggled close to Jay on the couch, his arms wrapped protectively around you, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the man who had come into your life and filled it with so much love and happiness. With Jay by your side, you knew that you were truly blessed, and you vowed to cherish every moment you shared together, knowing that the love you had found was a rare and precious gift that would last a lifetime.

And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, you found yourself growing stronger and more confident with each passing day, no longer defined by the scars of your past but by the boundless possibilities of your future.

In Jay, you found not only a lover but a confidant, a partner who shared your hopes and dreams, fears and insecurities, and who stood by your side through thick and thin. Together, you forged a bond that was stronger than any obstacle, a love that transcended the trials and tribulations of life.

One evening, as you sat together on the balcony, watching the sun dip below the horizon in a blaze of fiery colors, you found yourselves lost in conversation, sharing your deepest thoughts and feelings with a vulnerability and honesty that only strengthened the bond between you.

"I never thought I'd find someone like you, yn," Jay said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "Someone who truly understands me, who accepts me for who I am, flaws and all."

You turned to look at Jay, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "I feel the same way, Jay," you replied, reaching out to take his hand in yours. "You've shown me a kind of love and acceptance that I never knew was possible, and for that, I'm eternally grateful."

As you sat together in companionable silence, the soft murmur of the city below providing a soothing backdrop to your conversation, you felt a sense of peace settle over you like a warm blanket. With Jay by your side, you knew that you could weather any storm that came your way, knowing that his love and support would always be there to guide you through.

And as the stars began to twinkle overhead, casting their gentle glow upon you both, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Jay's lips, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the man who had come into your life and filled it with so much joy and happiness. With Jay by your side, you knew that anything was possible, and you vowed to cherish every moment you shared together, knowing that your love was a bond that would last a lifetime.

And as you looked towards the horizon, your heart filled with gratitude for the unexpected twists and turns that had led you to this moment, you knew that with Jay by your side, the future held endless promise and possibility.

With a smile on your lips and a lightness in your heart, you stepped forward into the unknown, ready to embrace whatever adventures awaited you, knowing that as long as you had Jay by your side, you could weather any storm that came your way.

And so, as the sun set on one chapter of your life and rose on the next, you took Jay's hand in yours, ready to embark on a new journey filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

For in Jay, you had found not only a partner but a soulmate, a kindred spirit who had walked through fire and brimstone to stand by your side, and for that, you would be eternally grateful.

And as you walked hand in hand into the sunset, the echoes of your laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of the wind, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything.

And so, with hearts full of hope and love, you stepped forward into the unknown, ready to embrace whatever adventures awaited you, knowing that as long as you had each other, the future held endless promise and possibility.

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superposition. (three)

pairing: dealer!ellie x best friend!reader

summary: ellie gives you lesson number three (she's kinda bitter about it) and you get an A+ on your test!

warnings: 18+, SMUT,(thigh riding) cursing, alcohol/drug mention, suggestive themes... cheating if u squint... once again the ai audios are... just dont listen around others

read the previous part of this fic here!

a/n: this was challenging for some reason... please know i'd love feed back and all reblogs and replies and asks are welcomed and encouraged... thank you for 3k!

"i want you to want me."

You agreed to a second date with Malia.

Despite the fact that you felt something was missing from your first date, you still agreed to give her a second chance. It was a weak attempt to shove whatever you were feeling for your best friend down into the pits of your stomach, but you were failing miserably. While you sat next to her in the crowded bar, all you could think about was Ellie and how her hands traced down your stomach and thighs a week ago.

In fact, that was all you could think about the entire week and it was beginning to make you feel pathetic. Every time Ellie’s hand brushed over yours when you were walking together, or whenever she licked her lips after eating something sent your brain into a frenzy. Her mouth, her hands, her voice ran through your mind on a loop. You were unsure what ‘touch-starved’ meant but you were almost positive that it was what you were feeling right now.

Things had gone back to normal after that night, despite Ellie abruptly leaving your apartment after making you cum. She was just acting as if nothing had happened, not bringing it up again or even joking about it in the way you expected her to. In fact, when you brought up the fact that you were going on another date with Malia she smiled and told you to tell her how it goes.

It was toxic of you, but you had to admit that her lack of jealousy pissed you off. The Ellie that made quips about the date being too boring and offering to ‘take care of you’ was gone, and you were unsure of how to feel about it. She wasn’t cold, but she wasn’t your Ellie anymore. On movie night that Friday she even voted for the movie Dina picked, making your heart sink. She was pulling away from you and you had to do everything in your power to not freak the fuck out.

Halfway through the movie, you got up and began collecting your belongings, searching the couch for your phone.

“Where are you going?” Dina’s voice made you whip your head towards her, her eyes trained on you when they should’ve been trained on that stupid fucking movie her and Ellie wanted to watch.

“Uh- I’m going on a date,” you replied, turning back to the couch to find your phone and place it in your pocket. Instinctively your eye’s flicked towards Ellie, her eyes were stuck on the TV screen, intently watching the movie.

“Oh, with the same girl as before?” Dina perked up, shifting her whole body in the direction of you and startling awake Jesse who had fallen asleep leaned up against her.

“Yeah, Malia.” You gave her a smile, unsure if she could even see it in the dark room, the only light coming from the glow of the TV screen. “We’re getting drinks downtown.”

“Oh shit, you know how you get when you’re drunk,” Dina laughed to herself making Jesse groan, “You get all touchy-feely and shit. You’re for sure getting some tonight.”

This made Ellie turn to look at you, green eyes illuminated and lips pressed flat. Your heart jumped in your chest, excitement bubbling at the fact that she might still care. She looked you up and down before turning back to the movie, doing her best to ignore the conversation.

“I mean, I hope so,” you awkwardly laughed, stealing another quick glance at Ellie, “I think I may be ‘touch-starved’ or whatever that is.”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind being touched by Malia, that girl is hot,” Dina whispered, so Jesse wouldn’t hear, “I saw her on campus the other day and I was like ‘Dam-”

“Can you guys shut up? I’m trying to watch the movie.” Ellie chimed in, her tone sharp. Dina playfully pushed Ellie’s shoulder before rolling her eyes and mouthing a ‘sorry’ to you and gesturing for you to go.

“See you later, guys.” You half-whispered, making your way out the door. Ellie watched as you made your way to the door, eyes lingering for a minute after the door had shut behind you.

Ellie was doing her best to be nonchalant but was failing miserably. It took everything in her to pretend that she didn’t know what you felt like, what you sounded like moaning her name. All she wanted to do was pretend nothing had happened, force a smile on her face when you mentioned going on a second date, and ignore the pain in her jaw from clenching it too much. It was much easier said than done.

It wasn’t news to anyone that you brought out a volatile reaction in Ellie. Whenever you were mentioned by someone in a negative light she had to physically restrain herself from knocking their teeth out, failing on two occasions. Whenever you were mentioned in a positive light, Ellie had to stop herself from listing all of the things she liked about you or getting jealous at the idea that someone may take you away from her. She knew she didn’t own you, but a part of you belonged to her and she knew that.

Again, Ellie waited by her phone that night waiting for you to text her that your date was over and that you wanted her to come over. She wasn’t expecting you to, but she still hoped that you would.

The date with Malia went as smoothly as last time. The conversation was good, the drinks were even better, and when her hand rested at the side of your thigh and she asked you if you wanted to go back to her place, you happily obliged. All of it was fuzzy, her frantically unlocking her door with your lips nipping and sucking at her neck, her leading you to her bedroom with girly laughs filling the room, her pressing you down into her mattress, hands pulling at your waistband, and you pushing her off the bed.

You sat up with a gasp and hand clamped over your mouth as you looked over the edge of the bed to see her sitting on the floor.

“I’m so sorry!” You quickly scrambled to reach out a hand for her, helping her to get up. You assumed she would be pissed but all she did was laugh and accept your outstretched hand. Your face had worry written all over it, your brows wrinkled and eyes wide.

“It’s okay,” she let out a breathy laugh again, shaking her head as she sat next to you on the bed, “I’m assuming you’re just not ready?”

You took a good look at her watching the way her features all sat perfectly on her face. You were ready, and touch starved, so why couldn’t you do this with her?

“I don’t think I am,” you reluctantly replied, an apologetic look on your face, “I’m just not there yet, I’m new to all of this so I think we should take it slow.”

“Of course,” she reached a hand out to push your hair out of your face, “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Suddenly, the room felt extremely small and you felt the need to get out of there. It wasn’t anything she had done but the realization that you had just pushed your date off her bed was beginning to set in. You stood up quickly, smoothing out your shirt and beginning to make your way out to her living room where you had thrown your bag.

“I should go,” your voice was rushed and frantic mimicking your movements. Malia was quick on your tail, trying to reassure you in her own rushed voice, but it all came out as static to you. You turned quickly on your heels to face her, your phone and bag in hand. “I’ll text you, okay?”

You gave her a kiss on the cheek before rushing out the front door and whipping out your phone to dial the only person you knew how to call these days. You rushed down the staircase and out onto the street, pressing her contact number scared she wouldn’t pick up. It only rang once before you heard her voice through the phone.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked frantically, knowing that if you were calling her and not texting, than something was wrong.

“Um, yeah, yeah-” You breathed out, voice shaky and unstable.

“What’s wrong, Petal?” From your phone, you could hear her already getting up and getting her things together to come and get you.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you lied, “Can you just come pick me up? I’m just at Malia’s and I need to get out of here.”

There was silence on her end for a minute. “Uh, yeah. Just send me the address.”

After what felt like ages of you shaking your head and looking around for Ellie’s car, she pulled up, headlights flashing at you as she approached. You rushed to the door, pulled it open, and got in the passenger seat, avoiding eye contact with Ellie.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked again, her voice much softer this time. You turned to look at her with your arms crossed.

“I’m fine, Ellie. It just-” You took a deep breath avoiding her eyes once again. “Can you just drive?”

“My place or yours?”

“Yours.”

Ellie gave you a curt nod before turning up the radio and driving over to her apartment building. Once you got there and both made your way into her apartment, you were suddenly uncomfortable. You forgot that you had on makeup and a tight shirt and leather pants that you were definitely not going to sleep in.

“Uh, Ellie?” Your voice was small as you followed her into her room. It was much cleaner than it usually was and didn’t reek of weed like it usually did. It instead smelled like… “Did you light a candle or something?”

“Yeah, why?” She glanced up at you from her place at her dresser, searching through the drawers for something.

“No reason,” you looked around her room once again, “Just wondering why it smells so good in here.”

She gave you another quick glance and a small smirk, taking an oversized shirt of hers from the drawer and throwing it at you. “Yeah it’s Cactus Blossom. Got it on sale and Bath and Body Works.”

You opened up the shirt and looked at it, it was a ‘Nirvana’ t-shirt that you saw Ellie wear multiple times before.

“It’s to sleep in, by the way.” She joked, noticing you stare at the shirt.

“Yeah, thanks.”

When you came back from changing into Ellie’s shirt, she was in her own pajamas: a loose fitting t-shirt and oversized boxers. She looked up at you from her place on the bed, her eyes lingering on your bare legs for a moment. She pursed her lips and patted the spot next to her on the bed. Climbing back onto the bed, you sat crosslegged next to Ellie, your hands securely in your lap. Ellie put her phone down to look at you, her eyes catching on your neck.

“Is that a hickey?” She reached up, finger brushing over the purple bruise on your neck. For a moment, you watched her face fall, but she quickly regained herself as she pulled her hand away.

“Oh shit, I didn’t even realiz-” You were cut off by the sound of Ellie using your name, something she only did when she was serious or mad at you. “What?”

“Did you sleep with her? Is that why yo-”

“What? Ellie, no.” You reassured her, not understanding why there was a need to in the first place.

“So then what happened? Why are you here and not with her?” Ellie’s voice was low and carried a hint of worry with it. Your eyes bore into hers, searching for an answer she wasn’t going to give you verbally.

“She just-” You dramatically sighed, looking down at your hands then back up at her. “We were going to. Like, she was on top of me and was kissing me, and it did feel good, I’m not going to lie, but then she started to try to remove my pants and I just-”

Ellie’s face was cold, her teeth clenched and her arms crossed in front of her body. She knew she was showing herself but couldn’t stop herself. “You just what?”

“I pushed her off the bed.” You admitted, covering your face in your hands and letting out an embarrassed laugh. Not to your surprise, Ellie was laughing too, a big hearty laugh that came from her chest. If you weren’t so embarrassed you would be basking in the sound, your heart leaping out of your chest and into hers. Instead, your face remained hidden by your hands as you shook your head.

“Hey, Petal,” Ellie managed to get out in between laughs, reaching for your wrist and pulling them from your face, “Let me see that face.”

You dramatically pouted, causing her cheeks to redden and grow with the grin she was giving you. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, alright? Hey, if I was dating someone that boring I would push her off me too.”

Ellie watched as the smile came back to her face and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“She’s not boring.” You reminded her.

“And you’re back.” Ellie teased, rubbing the inside of your wrists with her palm.

“Maybe I need another lesson,” You whispered, eyes not leaving hers, “Maybe I’m just not good enough yet.” Something dark flashed over her eyes before she gently tugged your wrists towards her, causing you to lean over on your knees, ass in the air.

“Are you sure you need another lesson?” She whispered, bringing her face close to yours. “Or do you just want me to be the one to fuck you?”

Your tongue caught in your throat, mouth going dry as you looked down at her lips.

“Just a lesson, Ellie.” You gulped. “I’m dating her.”

“Yeah, but you’re fucking me.” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss at the side of your lips, causing your eyelids to flutter shut and for you to hum. “Just admit what we both already know. I’m the only one you can get wet for.”

“Yeah, but that could change. You’re my frie-” She cut you off by releasing your hands from her grasp, causing you to fall forward into her. In one swift motion, her hands caught your face, bringing you up to her lips to kiss you. It was messy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. Her knee came up in between your legs, pushing you forward, causing a groan to fall from your lips into Ellie’s.

She sucked on your bottom lip, one hand leaving your face to pull you on top of her by your waist. You sat with your legs on both sides of Ellie’s thigh, humming when her lips made their way to your neck. Carefully, she sucked over the purple mark left by Malia in an attempt to cover it up with her own. Your hand grabbed onto the back of her hand shoving her into the crook of your neck, letting a “Fuck, Ellie,” fall straight from your lips.

Pulling back from you she examined her work, content with the dark and larger bruising caused by her. Her eyes traveled back to your face, smiling at your swollen bottom lip and sweat beading on your forehead. Her chest was rising and falling dramatically, mirroring yours.

“I’ll give you another lesson,” she panted, lifting the thigh you were sitting on, causing you to stifle back a moan. “Oh, fuck..I’ll teach you how to ride. How to fuck yourself against my leg. That sound okay?”

“Mhm,” you responded, eyes glassy and anticipation stirring inside you. Both of her hands were placed at your waist firmly as she slowly moved you forward.

“What you have to do is,” She began, looking down to where you sat down on her. In the heat of the moment, neither of you had realized that you were dripping onto the skin of her thigh, straight through your panties. “Fuck, is this from that alone?”

When you nodded, Ellie blushed leaning forward to press a kiss on your cheek, hands still on your waist. “You really are touch starved, Petal.” She pressed another kiss on your neck, making you whimper and her grip tighten.

“You just have to rock your hips back and forth,” Her hands fell down to your waist, guiding you to rock back and forth against her. “Slowly, okay?” Nodding, you began rocking back and forth, eyes closing as you whimpered each time your clothed cunt made contact with her thigh.

“I think you could cum off of this alone.” She cooed continuing to guide your hips and giving you a gentle kiss on your jaw each time you made a noise. She was conditioning you to moan for her. “Don’t you think so?” Another kiss, another moan, another kiss.

“You can pick up the pace now, Petal.” You quickened your movements, rocking back and forth at a faster pace. Ellie brought her thigh up and pushed your hips down with her hands. She was pressing you into her, causing you to throw your head back and let out a volatile moan. She used one of her hands to catch the back of your head and pull you close to her.

Your movements began to get more jagged as you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach rise again. Her breath was shaky, her own cunt dripping at the sight of you. Your knee had begun to press into her through her clothes, causing her to let out her own moan. From the sound alone you were about to come.

“Come with me, come with me, fuck,” Her breath was jagged and breathy, but her grip on you never wavered. “Come with me, baby, fuck.”

That was all it took for you before you were screaming her name and collapsing into her, her own moan coming out much quieter than yours, and in short breaths. Your hands rested on her shoulder, as your head hung low and you crawled off of her. With deep breaths, you leaned back against the headboard, almost ashamed to look at her.

“Was that okay?” Your voice was small, unsure of itself.

“Yeah, yeah, that was uhm-” She turned to look at you and gave you an exhausted smile. “That was good. You did good. A+ for you.” You both let out exhausted laughs.

After she got you cleaned up, and you didn’t mention the fact that you were going on another date with Malia, you both fell asleep silently in her bed. Again, she pretended it hadn’t happened and turned off the side table lamp as she watched you pretend to sleep.

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LMAOO THIS IS SO MUCH but alright since it’s my first request 😋!!!

The Other Woman.

cheater!zeke x afab!reader

long!, toxicity, cheating, profanity, pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy, angst.

Feb, 25.

you stood in the grocery store, searching for food that would last at least for the month. being low on budget, and having to provide for your unborn baby, you sighed to yourself. zeke apparently had some things to do while you went to the store, so that’s why he couldn’t go with you. you waited in line for the next person to move up so that you could finally pay for the things you needed after having them scanned.

“lovely day, isn’t it?” the cashier spoke to you with a nice smile. you slowly nodded and sucked in air through your teeth. “could be better, but every day is better than the last, right?” you softly laughed.

it was only your third month of being pregnant, you didn’t completely hate it. you loved your child, with all your heart. but you hated the feeling of going out, and having no one with you. all your friends are out and eventually just stopped talking to you ever since the pregnancy hit. ‘we’ll always be here for you.’ yeah that was some bullshit they said to you, only to help you feel better for that first week.

and as the day passes by, you finally made it where you couldn’t be bothered by anyone, other than your boyfriend, zeke. you’d been dating for a year or so, and it was real ruthless of you to get knocked up that quickly, but what else could you do? there’s no going back now. no type of going back that you’d wanna take the chances of.

“did you get the food for today? i told you i’d go out to get it later on after i came from running errands.” he said before standing up and planting a small kiss on your cheek. he’d just walked through the front door, and you’d already put everything where it needed to be. you slowly reached down and felt the small, but there, bump on your stomach. “you were taking too long, and i was hungry. both of us.” you glanced up at him while rubbing your stomach.

zeke hummed before turning to go to the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee. “well, still.” he said from the kitchen. you smiled a little to yourself, for whatever reason.

now it wouldn’t be a big problem to the average pregnant girlfriend. your boyfriend just wants to care for you and let you rest and blah blah blah, but the more you thought about it, ever since you got pregnant, zeke didn’t wanna go in public with you. and of course it sounded dumb when you scribbled all that into your mind three months later.

May, 29.

you stared at your, now medium visible belly as you lifted your shirt. it was another rainy day, and zeke still hadn’t come back from wherever he left from. he didn’t even tell you he was leaving, he just left before you even got out of the shower. and when he arrived, he brought you flowers. only to distract you from being mad at him.

you looked over to your room door as it opened, zeke coming in with a green and yellow bouquet of flowers. like every time he left without warning. you wouldn’t even bother to ask him where he was, if you hadn’t caught on to whatever he was doing.

“where have you been?” you ask nicely, not wanting to start anything too serious. “out, why? i got you flowers.” he smiled, pulling you into a soft hug. you kept your hands crossed as you smiled and nodded, awkwardly. “yeah… zeke, listen, i don’t want you to get mad at me but i feel like you’ve been going out way too much and-“

“way too much? what am i, y/n, a child?” zeke placed the flowers on the bed before taking off his tie to his suit and putting it on the vanity. “no, no, i’m not saying that. i’m saying, i feel like i should know where you are when you just up and leave like that. because sometimes i get worried, and it’s not really helping my stress levels.” i you say, sitting down on the end of your bed.

“you worry too much.”

you bit your lip softly and looked to the side. “it’s for a good reason… is…” you hesitate to say what’s on your mind. “is that why you’ve been going out more? to go in public, like… without having me around?-“

“gosh, y/n, you’re acting like a damn child. what has gotten into you? is it that baby inside of you making you act like that?” zeke chuckled and shook his head while changing clothes as he walked around the room. your eyes followed him. “i’m sorry that i’m worried for your safety, but i wanna make sure you’re not uncomfortable with being around me.” you frown and look at him.

“what makes you think i’m not? oh, just because i don’t wanna go out with you all the time, or because i don’t wanna be with you 25/8? shit, gimme a break. i’ve been working my ass off, and i don’t always need to be with you. we are a couple. i trust you and you trust me. i love you.” and that’s all he said before moving you over a little to lie down in bed, where he didn’t even say goodnight or give you a kiss, like he used to.

you looked at him for a moment before laying down in bed, closing your eyes. what else could you do?

Aug, 30

birth, your boyfriend, those two things didn’t match did they? no. because your boyfriend wasn’t there with you. he took you to the hospital, mikasa visited you, she was sitting on the couch that was in front of the hospital window, finally not smothering your newborn son. your baby was laying in another small baby bedding beside your bed.

your body hurt, and you could honestly barely move your legs. you sighed and didn’t dare look at your phone. he wasn’t there for the birth or the labor. he was just gone. “you sure you don’t want a burger or something?” mikasa asked you as she walked over to you. “you don’t have to sulk about zeke, be happy that your sons here.” she rubbed your hand as you nodded slowly, staring into space.

“mhm.” you hummed, barely listening to her. mikasa stared at you for a second before sighing. “i’m gonna go get you some food, you haven’t eaten in hours. i’ll be back, okay?” she gave you a forehead kiss before walking towards the door and leaving.

you bit your lip as your gaze moved over to your son. you haven’t even been able to pick a name for the little fella. because you didn’t have help from anyone, and you didn’t have any names on your mind. you smiled weakly at him, even though he was peacefully asleep. “i love you.” you whispered at him before looking down at your phone as it vibrated.

‘Zeke❤️’

you stared at the contact before exhaling and answering, ready to complain and confront the man about leaving you randomly.

“where are you? i’ve been trying to reach you for hours and you haven’t been answering the phone. you didn’t even get to see the birth of your-“

“excuse me, who is this?” a female voice said over the phone. your heart almost dropped to your stomach. “uh, who is this?” you squinted as if whoever she was, was right in front of you.

“zeke’s wife… why do you keep contacting my husband?” she asked over the phone before you heard zekes voice in the background.

“who is it, babe?” you heard faintly before hearing the cheering laughter of two seemingly toddlers, maybe one child. “daddy’s gonna get you!” you heard before hearing a child scream of laughter.

yeah, you could feel your heart break into ten different pieces, maybe add a few thousands. “some woman by the name of… y/n? that’s what it says in your phone.” you heard her say before it sounded like she put the phone on the counter. “are you still talking to that girl? i thought you said you were gonna stop talking to her and start the marriage with me again.” the woman said before you heard zeke smack his lips. “i love you, she’s… wait.” he said.

you heard someone pick up the phone and you didn’t even realize that tears were flooding your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. you sniffed as your lip twitched and your eyebrows furrowed. “y/n?-“

you hung up. you wanted to throw your phone, but even God knows that it’ll be a long time before you got a new one. you blocked his contact and put your phone beside you, slightly sitting up.

you tried to take a deep breath in to calm yourself down. bad decision. because when you did, that’s when you broke down. “oh my god…” you whispered through your sobs before looking at your son and trying your best to stay quiet. you shook your head slowly before putting it in your hands.

it was heartbreaking. really. how could you go two years and nine months without knowing that there was someone else?

that he loved the other woman, and didn’t care about you enough to love you.

sorry this took so long 😓 i have a couple requests and dk what to do BUT i’ll have the rest of y’all’s requests done, i promiseee!!

#zeke yeager #zeke x reader #aot angst #x reader angst #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke jaeger #attack on titan #aot oneshots #aot x reader #aot headcanons #angst headcanons #zeke jäger

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gloxk · 7 months

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“Mary Jane.”

Gojo satoru ~

Summary: Your best friend was a snake. She slept with your boyfriend at a party. Everything shattered when you saw them. Your heart broke, leaving you with hatered and resentment. But two can play that game. Didn't she know? Karma’s a bitch.

W/C : 2k+. READING TIME: 10 minutes.

Setting: Modern Au, Reader is in their 20’s.

Song inspo:The best I ever had (Limi)/ Birthday S*X (Jeremih)/Drunk in love (The weekends version)/What you need(the weekend.)

A/N: Happy kinktober. It’s been a minute. (I've returned just for this years kinktober) idk i’ve just been busy fr. I haven’t been writing at all 😭. But I was on tik tok right, and i saw this lil video abt a story. So yall know those reddit stories? Bro this story was fucking outrageous, i tell ya. So boom bro got cheated on by his gf and she slept w his best friend. I was like damnnnnn 💀 ain’t no way. So bro turned around n fcked his ex best friends sister. The crazy thing is HE RECORDED IT. AND HE SENT IT TO BRO. I got carried away w this one. (I was high asf.) But anyway please enjoy! My grammar might be fucked up i didn’t feel like prof reading. Mdni/ageless blogs you will be blocked. 17+.

Warnings: F/M relations,Jealousy, angst if you squint, friend dumping, lewd behavior, DRUGS & alcohol. (mary J) mentions of Ex, BJ’s, Male receiving, unprotected sex (I got a little nasty w this one)

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You sat there disappointed in your dry phone. It was like looking at a blank screen. The night was cold, dark, and quiet. Everything was different now that you cut off your toxic-ass best friend. Deleting all the pictures and videos of you two. All the happiness and laughter y’all had shared just for it to be ruined in a few hours. The incident only happened a few days ago.

You decide to scroll through your alt account’s Instagram feed hoping to see something interesting. Something interesting indeed popped up. A little green circle around your ex-best friend’s profile picture. “Curiosity killed the cat ya’know?”, It surely killed you as soon as you clicked it. She was with your Ex. Your face scrunched in disbelief. You couldn’t help but muster up a pitiful laugh. What was going through her goddamn mind? Did she know the alt belong to you? Was the random pinterest boy profile picture not convincing enough? You nearly tossed your phone to the ground you felt tears bubbling up in your eyes. You remember the whole thing like it was yesterday. The horrible things you said to each other. But one thing she said in particular stuck in your head. “You aren’t even together anymore! Why the fuck do you care Y/n?”, Those were the last words she said to you, the last words you needed to hear to leave her alone. It hurt you so much, the girl you known from middle school betrayed you.

It was late maybe around 11 pm. Your mind was filled with anger. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. You told her everything and she did the same. You two grew up together. When you introduced your boyfriend and best friend they hit it off. They were so cool with each other that it seemed like a dream come true. Having your best friend actually like your boyfriend was extremely rare to come by. Your dream came short-lived after you found them fucking in a bathroom at a party. It hurt so fucking bad. You clenched your shirt trying not to cry. That night broke you, you lost everything in 4 hours. All it took was a couple of shots and one blunt to have your whole world crash. In a fit of rage, you decided to go through her entire Instagram feed. Scrolling through every single post. In a recent post from earlier today, you saw a dump of her stepbrother. All of the pictures were silly, cute pictures of him. You couldn’t lie, he was fine as fuck. You saw her stepbrother a couple of times when y'all were younger, but god did puberty hit him good. He was tall and muscular with a sharp jawline. He has white hair and beautiful ocean-colored eyes. He had a couple of arm tattoos as well. You sat there trying to remember his name. You looked over the caption trying to find something leading to him, the caption read: “HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY @satoruxgxjo! I hope 19 treats you good lil, bro :).” That was his name! You finally remembered him. Satoru gojo, it was definitely moan-able. You DM’D him almost immediately.

(Y/n): “Hey! I saw your birthday was earlier and I wanted to wish you a happy 19th birthday!” You didn’t know what you expected him to say back to that. You didn’t know if you wanted him to immediately block you or text you back. Maybe if he blocked you would be able to move on and heal. But all you wanted was revenge. After two minutes you got a notification from Instagram. (satoruxgxjo): “Yo, I appreciate it. it’s been a minute. How have you been?” A smug smile arose on your face. You instantly texted him back. (Y/n): “I’ve been amazing. Recently I had just got some za from a friend and since it’s your birthday maybe we can roll up?” You watch as your text goes from Sent to Seen. Your heart immediately went faster.(satoruxgxjo): “Lmao? That was quick but sure. I don’t mind. Addy?” Your face was sinister. If he could see your face right here probably think twice about his current decision. You sent him your location, (Y/n): “I mean it’s not like we don’t know each other Saturo, just pull up :) We can catch up!”, You were so happy that this was gonna work out perfectly. (satoruxgxjo): “Who is Saturo? It’s Satoru* n I’m otw.” That happiness quickly faded into embarrassment. How could you forget his name already? You repeated it 10x to remember it, while repeating his name you quickly got up and rushed upstairs.

You dressed yourself in a loose shirt that hung off your shoulders, your chest was the only thing holding it up. Underneath you made sure to treat your guests to an easy reveal no bra and pink Victoria's Secret lace panties. Your hair was messy letting little strands of hair frame your face. You rushed downstairs to set everything up, you grabbed an open bottle of Hennessy and accompanied it with a jar of bud including a pack of Raw’s. Everything was set for the most part. You dimmed the lights and played some sensual music. You turned your TV on to some random Netflix show to make it seem casual. You soon turned your attention to the door as the doorbell rang. A wicked smile placed on your face, your hips swaying to the music. You opened the door and smiled at your victim—I mean visitor. “Heyy~.” Your voice filled with a welcoming tone. Luring him in like a fisherman. “Hey, Y/n.” He had a basic white shirt on, and his muscular body filled it out nicely. His lower half was hidden behind grey sweatpants, He had on white cross that were no longer white. His tall frame continued to tower over you. He sounded so nonchalant, but his blue eyes told a different story. He couldn’t stop looking at your bare shoulders. “Come in hun.” You moved out of his way and motioned him to the couch. The table caught his attention immediately. You made your way to the kitchen swaying to the beat of the music. “Henny? Whatcha got this for?” He picked up the bottle with an eager smile. “Why else Satoru?” You winked at him. Watching him open the bottle and pour himself a shot. “Well, Hopefully, it’s not for little ole me. God, you wouldn’t make such a silly mistake and give an underage boy Hennessy? Right?” He asked mocking you. A smug expression on his face. You couldn’t wait to wipe it off. “Oh of course not! I would never do such a disgraceful thing. But..I won’t tell if you won’t.” He threw his head back and he gulped down the shot of liquor. The burning sensation only made him crave it more. “You know I don’t kiss and tell.” He chuckled as he watched you sit down on the couch. He soon followed you and plopped down beside you. “You ever rolled before?” You looked at him as you picked up the grinder. “Nah, I’m more of a pipe or hookah person. Ya’know?” You giggled at him. He was falling into your trap without even knowing. “Lemme show you how to roll then.”. You took him through the basic steps. Letting your hands guide his. After a few attempts, he was able to get a good enough roll for a beginner. “And now ya gotta lick it.” You bent over his lap using his muscular arm to hold yourself up. You dragged your tongue over the paper making sure to seal it. You took the joint from him and began to light it. His eyes watched you dangerously. After a couple of pulls, you handed it back over to him. He pulled a heavy hit making him cough. You poured another shot for the both of you. Handing him a glass of liquor. “Oh? Is that for me? How kind.” Your hand sat between his thighs. “Of course.” He took the glass and knocked it back, and you followed his lead.

You weren’t slightly drunk nor were you high. But you couldn’t say the same for Satoru. He almost finished your bottle of Hennessy. His head was between your neck and shoulder. He was mumbling incoherent nonsense, you didn’t particularly care what he was babbling about. He was lying between your legs using your chest to keep him propped up. His hands rubbing your thigh, “Mm..please.” He mumbled desperately. “I told you not to drink too much Gojo. Now look at you.” You laughed as you rubbed his head. “.. I know. m’ sorry. Please y/n. Please.” You were confused you didn’t know what he was asking for to be quite frank. “You should get an Uber to take you home.” You nudged him to get off of you. He didn’t budge at all. His eyes looked up at you pleading with you. “I don’t wanna go. I wanna stay with you. lemme stay.” He was so whiny while he was drunk it was pissing you off. “Okay, you can stay.” He hummed softly in response. “upstairs?” You whispered in his ear, he nodded his head. You moved off the couch pulling him off with you. You walked him up the stairs to your bedroom. He was stumbling up the stairs you had to hold him up. Making it to your room in one piece was the hardest part. Opening the door his hands never left your body, If anything they became more needy. His fingers roamed around your back as he began to tug at your shirt.

You grabbed his hands telling him to stop. “I don’t know...if we should do this...I’m sure your sister wouldn’t like this.” You smiled as you pushed him on the bed. Of course, she wouldn’t like her brother sleeping with her ex-best friend. But that made it more exhilarating. Satoru groaned at your words. Bringing up what you and his sister had going on at a time like this was a low blow. “Don’t fuck with me Y/n. You’ve been touching me all night. Saying little shit to me. I’m ready now, and you’re gonna act like this?” You heard the frustration in his voice, looking down at his gray sweats pants you saw what else was frustrated. You laughed at him. “Oh look who’s mad at me. I’m just trying to respect you and your sister's relationship.” Your hands go under his shirt and rub his abs. He laughed as his arm covered his face. “Ah, so I understand why she called you a conniving bitch now.” Your smug face was quickly wiped with confusion. “Oh…Yeah? She gonna think I’m more than conniving after this.” You grabbed him by his hair pulling him closer. Your lips clashed against his, you could taste the intoxication on his tongue. The kiss became sloppy fairly quickly. His hands continued to roam over your back. He followed your lead not allowing your mouth to leave his. He yanked at your shirt, he wanted to pull it off of you. Sitting on his lap, you took off your shirt and tossed it to the side. His hands went up to cup your breasts. His fingers ran over your hardened nipples, his expression was darkened with lust. “So fckin pretty.” He sat up leaving kisses on your neck and chest. You assisted him in taking off his shirt and tossed it over to yours. Leaving kisses on his neck and slowly moving downward to his chest. Taking your precious time with him. He was so impatient, whining if you didn’t kiss him. You used your finger to trace his v-line teasing him enough to push him. You got up and slowly removed his sweatpants leaving him in his tight boxers. Licking your lips at the sight, it was a delectable sight indeed. Tracing the bulging print through his Ethikas. “Oh my god…” You stuttered in disbelief, this man was packing. Satoru felt you tugging his boxers, he lifted his hips and allowed you to yank them off of him. The cold air hit him drawing out a long sigh. Those blue eyes watching you with a dangerous glint, those eyes screaming out for you. “don’t play with me Y/n.” He whispered, almost as if he was begging you to make him feel something. You seated yourself between his thighs, looking at him with awe. Your hands running up and down his hardened dick. You gave him kitten licks on his tip, licking away any pre-cum. He growled at the teasing, “C'mon.” his hand caressingyour cheeks. You smiled as you quickly put your mouth around the tip and bobbed your head up and down.

His tip hits the back of your throat every time. Satoru’s hand pushed your head down so he could feel you deep-throat him, “Fuuucckk, just like that.” You pulled your head back with an angry expression. “Nobody likes a head pusher.”, You glared at him. “Nobody likes a fucking teaser.” He mumbled. You laughed at his audacity as if he was the one in control. You slipped off your underwear and climbed on top of him. Letting him slide in slowly, inch by inch. You threw your head backward, rolling your neck. Low moans escaped your mouth as you felt his hips grinning against yours. “Go faster.” His tone completely shifted from whiny and desperate to frustration. He wanted more, He needed more. It wasn’t enough for him. You looked so pretty going up and down on him. His eyes watched your body lift itself off of him and right back down. Your nails dug holes in his chest, “That fuckin’ hurts Y/n.” He gave you a sadistic smile as he dug his nails into your hips. You shrieked in pain. You could quite literally feel his nails penetrate your skin. That didn’t stop you though, you couldn’t care less about anything other than cumming. Your mind became foggy and filled with a certain haze. “Mm. Keep going. Dnt stop.”, Those words left Satoru’s mouth, his thrusts were sloppy and no longer had rhythm. His fingers found their way to your clit and played with you to make sure you came before him. Your moans filled the room as you were so close. You stopped as you finally reached the bliss you been begging for, panting heavily trying to regain the breath you once had. The feeling of warm liquid filling you was a slap in the face. You soon realized you didn’t use protection. You looked down at Satoru whose eyes were closed with a smile of his face. “Oops, m’sorry i’ll get you a Plan B in the morning.” His hand gripped your ass while you sat there in disbelief. How could you fuck up this bad? You smiled as you seen him cover his face once again, “Don’t worry about it. I have some in the bathroom.”. You got off of him and made your way to the bathroom.

When you came back you saw sleeping Satoru, under your sheets wrapped around your blanket. It was a cute sight to see him so vulnerable, you were about to fuck up his life. You crawled into bed next to him, cuddling him. He turned around and placed his head between your breast, his arm wrapped around your lower back pulling you close. You took out your phone and took a couple of pictures. This bitch was gonna know “Fuck my man, I fuck your brother.”. You unblocked her number to send her a little treat. “When Satoru comes home tomorrow tell him I had a wonderful time. (3 attachments sent).”.

You turned off your phone and cuddled the sleeping boy, kissing his forehead and cheeks. “Mm, she's gonna fuck you up when you get home.” You whispered in his ear. His phone was soon blowing up, From his mom and sister. “I don't care, you don't know how long I've been waiting to fuck you.” He muttered under his breath. You laughed, He wasn’t going anywhere. Not just yet.

#gojo x y/n #gojo saturo #jjk gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #jjk satoru #satoru smut #jjk smut #jjk x you #kinktober

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insanermin · 3 months

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hate my guts, of course you do

pairing: ex!ellie x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol, drugs, toxic relationship kinda, mentions of nsfw but nothing happens v sorry guys, also forgot to mention curse words idk how warnings work, sorta proof read? :)

word count: 1,4k

summary: it's been months since you broke up, but today out of all days, your ex ellie calls you and leaves a message, asking you to come and you do come over for... closure of course.

"Shit..." Ellie groans low, her body leaned against the door frame. You can't help but notice her well defined arm and shoulder muscles, but you need to focus, this is not what you're here for.

"You called me?" You try to sound calm, collected even, but your eyes won't stop wandering. Just once you tell yourself, the other is too drunk to notice anyway.

Her green eyes and her cold gaze, you miss how her eyes softened when she laid them upon you. You miss the way it felt when she kissed you ever so slowly, knowing that it made you crazy and leaving you ache for more. For god's sake, how were you going to focus on talking to her when she has a black tank top on? You're head is starting to spin, you're still standing in front of Ellie's open door.

"Let's sit down..." You suggest, while Ellie hasn't said a single word this entire time since you arrived. The light is dimmed, liquor standing on her low table, her bed unmade.

Still, you missed Ellie's scent. She still uses that body lotion you bought her because you convinced her it would do her tattoos good.

Sweet orange and cedar wood.

After nostalgia, realisation always hits the hardest. You sit down on her bed, Ellie sits down beside you, her body sinking heavy.

Legs spread far apart, her forearms rest on top of her lap. Ellie hasn't dared to glance at you once this whole time, and 15 minutes have passed already in complete silence. She then sighs and throws her head back with her eyes, barely open, glued to the ceiling.

"Fuck this, I thought maybe callin' you up would fix things right now," she says, words slurred, but the way she expresses herself is long engraved within yourself. You look to the left, there where she sits. Inhaling sharply, you observe Ellie fiddling with her hands. This is bad.

"Ellie, I had things to take care of," the words leave your lips with a bitter taste. You just couldn't tell Ellie that she was not capable of dealing, no, not even listening to your problems and you tried so often.

"What things?" she asks, still not looking at you.

"I have a lot on my mind, I don't think..." You stop yourself. Ellie is long gone, she won't be able to comprehend this, you will just waste your energy.

It took Ellie a few seconds, but suddenly her body shifts towards you. Her eyes look for yours as they fill with something you can't recognise yet.

"No, not this again," she says under her breath. You're confused and Ellie picks it up, you didn't expect her to be this attentive.

"Things are so different now, you should see me now, you just stopped talking to me," she says, her voice full of fury and hurt.

"Fuck, you didn't even give me a chance," she mutters. A sudden wave of guilt overcame you and your narrative of what happened between the two of you starts to waver. But before you could even start questioning what you believed this whole time, you feel Ellie's presence distancing. In surprise, you look up, your eyes following her closely. You watch her approach the kitchen counter, her back facing you. She towers over the kitchen sink, her arms slightly angled. You can hear her take deep breaths as she turns around, you're no longer facing her back.

Now it's you and her, a few meters apart, face to face. Ellie is leaned back against the sink while her arms are crossed.

You've never seen her eyes this cold, this hurt before. She tilts her head slightly, observing you, her eyes scanning you up and down.

"Listen," Ellie says.

You look up, obviously shaken and when did Ellie sober up? Too many questions, too many thoughts, you're overwhelmed by this whole situation.

"Only once in this whole fucking relationship you decided to open up, okay?" Her eyes are shut closely, she seems to be in pain. And yes, she is in fact, in a lot of pain. Ellie's head started to ache a few hours ago, she didn't have any medicine left so she decided to go to sleep but couldn't after all. And to top it off, Ellie started thinking of you, what else was she supposed to do? Not drunk call her ex?

"And when you did, we both were fucking high," she continues, her voice still dangerously low. You can't move, you feel like you've been chained to the bed you are sitting on. That's when you realise, maybe, but just maybe she is right. But you don't want to believe that you're in the wrong, you hate admitting that you're wrong and unreasonable.

"Shit, and I even asked you if you left because of that night..." her words start to waver. This is when you decide that you're no longer an inanimate object, but in fact a living person. You stand up and walk up towards Ellie. Not close, but probably too close for exes. You've been silent this whole time because, and god you hate to admit this, Ellie was right. The only time you did open up was when the two of you were high and she said things you totally did not want to hear. And so you decided to tell your friends, never the whole story though and they all told you that you deserve better, you should leave.

"Don't look at me like this," Ellie says while looking down at you. You're so close to her, you can smell the alcohol mixed with her scent. The way she talks makes you weak but again, this is not the time to feel this way.

"I don't even know why I came," You finally say, barely audible.

"Because you missed me," Ellie responds, her eyes finally softening, in a way they would only for you.

"I hate you, don't do this to me, please," You say as tears fill your eyes. Why were you so impressionable? But you were so sure you're friends were right, Ellie can't handle you. Your thoughts halt for a moment as you feel Ellie's hand palms cup your face, her thumbs resting on your cheeks. You make eye contact, her eyes carefully watching you.

"How often do I need to tell you that I am there for you, I am here, never going anywhere," she whispers. When did the distance close between the two of you? You can feel her chest against yours, while the dimmed light barely illuminates Ellie's face or yours.

"You have to stop looking at me with those eyes," You say, desperately trying to stand your ground. Ellie tilts her head, you can feel her breath on your neck.

"What eyes, love?" Ellie responds, her hands gliding over the sides of your body all the way down to your waist, keeping her hands there. Her hands hold you firmly, pulling you closer by your waist.

You know you should leave now, but your body just won't move, and your heart yearns to stay.

"Don't call me love," Is all you can think of, your hands on top of hers, trying to get her away from your body.

"Give me one more chance, let me prove myself, please." Ellie says, her hands tight on your waist and her voice in a low whisper. If the sexual tension wasn't so high you'd probably say no you tell yourself, your relationship won't be much more than mindless sex so it's okay, you won't get too attached.

"Sure, prove yourself then," You say half heartedly. Ellie places her hand on your lower back, the other makes its way back up to your face, cupping it again.

"I'm serious about you, just so you know," She whispers, not knowing that she just crashed your plans of never getting attached again. You look up to her, completely helpless, you will fall, and that very hard.

But the way you look at Ellie makes her melt, makes her want to protect you from this cruel world, she still couldn't understand how she let you go.

"Come here," Ellie says, you just nod in response while blinking back your tears. God, this will be hard. She puts her hand on the back of your head and lays you gently on her chest. You look to the side, out of the window, hoping that Ellie won't notice you crying. Ellie plants a kiss on your head while mumbling something along the lines 'we will be fine' into your hair.

a/n: this was inspired by 'things change' bryson tiller, took like three lines out of the song hahaha. stay tuned or smth edit: i did some proof reading also does anyone know that tiktok where ellie says 'what eyes dina?' damn i folded

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #ellie fanfic #ellie fic #ellie fluff #ellie angst #ellie one-shot #ex!ellie #ex gf!ellie #reader has some issues #ellie #writing #lesbian

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barbieaemond · 4 months

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Red Bird (masterlist)

Pairing(s): Aemond Targaryen x Alysanne Hightower oc, Daeron Targaryen x Alysanne Hightower (minor)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, incest (cousins), childhood trauma, darkish aemond, asoiaf typical misoginy and sexism, canon divergence, toxic dynamics, possessive behaviour, smut, religious kink, a bit of green propaganda, Aemond is a petty bitch through the whole thing.

Author's note: we're back :) the old chapters will be reposted within this week. For the newbies, sneak peak under the cut.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Alysanne opened the door to Prince Aemond’s chambers like she owned them. She didn’t knock. She stormed into them and stopped in the center, breathing fire at him. "I want my books back."

Prince Aemond sat lazily on a chair next to the hearth, with his long legs crossed and resting on a long chaise, filled with books, her books.

He looked up from the book he was reading, also one of hers, and looked at her from head to toe.

"Is that an order?" he asked with the hint of a smirk, like a cat rolling in the sun.

"You had no right—"

"On the contrary." he closed the book with a thud and sighed "You see, everything in this castle belongs to me. Your books, your dress, even the air you breathe."

"That is strange. Last time I checked, Viserys, not Aemond, was the King of Westeros."

She spoke his name for the first time, and his blood sang. He shushed it, sighing loudly, and put her book aside, resting his arms on the armchair.

"Close the door. I know you love scenes, but I’m not in the mood for an audience today."

Her lips formed a tight line, just as tight as the way she was clenching her fists.

"You want your books back? Close the door."

After an endless time in which they just stared at each other, she moved and closed the door.

Submit and play nice.

"Good." he crooned "It seems even a stubborn thing like you can be domesticated. Now, sit."

She swallowed patiently, closing her eyes for a moment, and then she looked around. But there was no surface on which she could sit, unless she was stupid enough to sit on his bed. "Where?" she asked him with genuine doubt.

He moved his hand and patted his thigh as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Alysanne gave him a puzzled look, drowning in utter disbelief.

"I won’t eat you. And I won’t take you against your will. I have no taste for such twisted depravities."

Submit and play nice. Submit and play nice.

She already had half a mind of what to write to her father as soon as she was out of that room.

She moved closer and slowly, as if he had asked her to pet a snake, and cautiously sat on his knees, on its ends, trying not to leave all her weight on him. But Aemond bent his knees in a swift move, and she slid directly into his lap.

Her mouth went dry and she was sure she was blushing, again. She refused to look at him, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw his white fingers tapping lazily on the armchair. She felt his eye running slowly over her and tasted ash down her throat.

"I see that you’re persistent in your change of colors."

"Is pink not to his Grace's liking?"

"No. Green suits you better."

"Well, I like to look into the mirror once in a while and remind myself that I’m not something that goes on a plate next to a piece of meat."

She heard him huffing the air through his nose, and she turned to look at him, almost baffled. He was laughing.

"You know what would please me? To see you in blue."

Sapphire blue? She wondered, but didn’t dare say it. She looked away and said "Unfortunately I don’t live to please you."

"Hmm. Who then? My brother?"

"One day, yes."

"Did you let him?"

"Did I let him what?"

"Taste you."

She turned her head and grimaced, hard. "Unlike you, Daeron is a decent man."

"I am decent. If I were not, I would’ve taken you in the Grand Sept, with or without your consent. But I don’t need to stoop so low." he leaned away from the backrest and came dangerously close, digging his fingertips on the armchair fabric to restrain himself. "You will come to me willingly. Actually, you will beg me for it."

Alysanne recoiled, trying to put some distance, to not choke on ashes. "What makes you so sure?"

"A few things. But most of all, the fact that you are closing your legs since the moment you sat on my lap."

Then it all happened in a blur. She stood up hastily, and in the same moment the door opened, revealing the baffled figure of Queen Alicent, stunned on the threshold.

Alysanne went pale as a sheet, as did the Queen.

"What is the meaning of this?"

#red bird #liv (in la vida loca)#rb masterlist #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen x fem!oc #aemond targaryen x ofc #ewan mitchell #hotd fic #aemond x oc #aemond x fem!oc #aemond targaryen #dark aemond targaryen #dark aemond #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen smut

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vroom63 · 2 years

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Jealousy Jealousy // M.A

Warnings: language, mature, smut, nsfw, uprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), slightly toxic (if you squint really hard)

Summary: A picture sent to the wrong person opens a can of worms.

Word Count: 2.8k

Authors note: Not beta read or edited, just .. yeah, enjoy

When you had agreed to share a flat with Marcus, you didn’t exactly think it through properly. You’d been kicked out of your former flat due to renovations and Marcus, being the perfect angel that he was, had offered you one of the spare bedrooms in his luxurious London flat. What you didn’t realize though, was how often he had his other friends over, and how attractive you found the lot of them. You had given up on catching Marcus’ attention a while ago, figuring that if he was interested in you as more than a friend, he would have done something about it by now. With this in mind, you had started an innocent flirt with Max Fewtrell behind his back. Well, innocent might not have been the right word, it was more of a friends with benefits situation.

You currently found yourself in front of your full length mirror, trying out different poses to see which showed off your assets best, snapping pictures as you went. You were clad in only a pair of black lace knickers and Max’ green Quadrant hoodie that he had left the last time he was over. Choosing a picture where you were on your knees, legs spread and the hoodie hitched up to show off one of your hips, you went to whatsapp and sent it to Max. Or so you thought. See, moving in with Marcus was not the only thing you hadn’t thought all the way through. You had saved Marcus’ number as M💙 and Max’ as M💚.

Not realizing your mistake, you threw your phone on the bed and went over to the bookshelf to find your next read. “Is there a reason you’re sending me pictures of you, halfnaked, in someone else's hoodie?” Marcus’ voice sounded from your doorway. You whipped around to look at him. You still hadn’t put any trousers on, but the hoodie fell below your ass when you were standing. “Sorry?” you asked, feeling your cheeks turning red. “Why are you taking pictures of yourself in a Quadrant hoodie and sending it to me? Are you trying to tell me something?”. He didn’t look angry, but he was definitely annoyed, and you could not for the life of you figure out why.

“Well obviously it wasn’t meant for you.” you said, retrieving your phone from the bed and checking that you did in fact send it to the wrong person. Shit. “You didn’t answer my question, are you trying to tell me something?” Marcus persisted. “Like what?” you questioned, trying to wriggle free of the question. You really didn’t want to answer. The only reason you were hooking up with Max was because you couldn’t have Marcus, which was shitty towards Max but he knew what he had signed up for.

“Are you sleeping with Lando?” Marcus asked, closing his eyes for a brief second, like he couldn’t stand the question. You stared at him, “Marcus, I have met Lando twice. And he has a girlfriend?”. “Then why do you have a Quadrant hoodie?” as he asked the question, recognition dawned on his face. “How long?”. The tone of his voice made it clear that he was in no mood for you to lie. “Emh, two months maybe?” you answered, looking down at your feet. It wasn’t like you had done anything wrong, but you still felt the guilt filling you. “Right,” his voice was cold as ice, “I’m leaving. See you after Spa.”. Before you could answer him, he was gone, the front door shutting behind him. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. There was no doubt that Marcus was angry, but what he was angry about you had no idea.

Over the next few days you couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that Marcus was genuinely upset with you. He usually texted you updates on how he was feeling and how the different sessions of the weekend had gone, but it had been radio silence from him since he left for Spa.

Drugo: Do you have any idea why Marcus is acting like the whole world is resting on his shoulders? I know there must be more to it than him having a bad race.

You stared blankly at the text for a few moments. Felipe normally called you whenever he needed something, not much of a texter, which meant that he was in a setting where he wanted an answer now, but couldn’t call.

You: Emh, maybe?

Drugo: Well, spit it out.

You: I may accidentally have sent him a picture that was not meant for him right before he left

Drugo: Right.

You: And I might just have been wearing someone's hoodie and underwear?

You were good friends with Felipe, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t hear this story at some point either way.

Drugo: Please tell me it was Marcus’ hoodie, and he’s just acting like this because he misses you.

You: Did you not catch the part where the picture was not meant for him? And what are you talking about?

Drugo: Are you dating someone?

You: This feels like an interrogation

Drugo: Y/N.

You: No, I am not dating someone. It’s just casual sex.

Drugo: Who is it?

You: Max.

Drugo: God, you can both be so stupid sometimes.

You: What?

You stared at your phone for a good 10 minutes without a response from Felipe. You feared they might have boarded their flights home before you could get an answer. What was he talking about? Both who? You and Max, or you and Marcus? You almost launched yourself off the sofa as your phone vibrated on the coffee table.

M💚: Right so, I don’t really know how to tell you this so I’m just gonna say it. When we started hooking up I knew you did it to get over Marcus, but what I didn’t tell you is that I also knew that Marcus had a thing for you. I know I should have told you, and I am sorry I didn’t. I just wanted you for myself, even when I knew that you and Marcus both liked each other. I am really sorry. I hope you two figure things out, and that we can still be friends.

You felt like you had been hit over the head with a saucepan. Was this some sort of alternate universe? Even if you wanted to be angry with Max for withholding this information, it wasn’t really his to share, so you couldn’t find it in you to be mad. However, this information opened a whole can of worms. Marcus had a thing for you? For how long? Did he still have a thing for you? Was this why he was so mad?

Deciding to take a leap of faith, you got up from the couch and went to Marcus’ room. You found one of his HiTech t-shirts laying on the bed, clearly worn but not dirty. Shedding your own clothes, you pulled it on and got onto his bed. The smell of him lingered in the sheets, and you felt a pang of longing surging through you. Snapping a picture of yourself, you made sure it was clear where you were and what you were wearing before sending it to Marcus. And then you waited.

“You know, there are easier ways for you to get my attention.” Marcus’ voice roused you from the nap you apparently decided to take. When had you fallen asleep? “Marcus?” you asked, slowly blinking your eyes open and sitting up against the headboard. He was standing beside the bed, looking amused. “Is there a reason you are halfnaked in my bed?” he asked, a teasing tone to his voice. “I think you know” you answered, blushing as you looked away from him. The bed dipped as he sat down, a soft hand on your cheek, turning your face back to look at him.

“I need you to tell me all of it, and then I will tell you everything.” he said, looking straight into your eyes. You didn’t hesitate, this was your only chance to get things off your chest. “I’ve had a crush on you pretty much since we met, but it didn’t seem like you were interested. And it’d been so long since someone had touched me and shown me any kind of interest, so when Max offered a casual hookup I thought why not,” you took a breath, “he knew from the beginning that I liked you, so he knew it was never more than sex.”. It was impossible to read Marcus’ face, but you could see some sort of emotion swirling in his eyes.

“The first time I saw you in the paddock, I told Clem that you were my future,” he started. You could feel tears prickling behind your eyes, “It was a running joke between Clem, Max and Felipe because it took me so long to have the courage to talk to you. I think the whole grid knew about my crush on you. And then rumors started that you were taking a sabbatical from motorsports, and I couldn’t let you leave without knowing you. So I took a chance, and obviously my flirting needs work, because I thought I had been obvious with my intentions for years.” he took a deep breath, and you could feel the tears running down your face.

“I thought I was making progress when you moved in here, you loosened up somewhat. Then you sent me that picture, and I could actually feel my heart shatter in my chest. What bugged me the most was that I hadn’t noticed?” He looked a little uncertain. “We agreed to keep it on the down low,” you said, voice thick with emotion. Marcus nodded. “Anyways, it doesn’t really matter now. Felipe told me to get my head out of my ass, then he sent a very furious text to Max. And I didn’t even know he knew how to text.” you let out a little laugh through your tears. “But you are here, in my bed, and in my t-shirt so I guess that means that you do feel the same.” he said, looking from his hands to your face.

Instead of answering, you surged forward and pressed your lips to his. Marcus’ hands immediately reached for you, holding you close to him as he kissed you back. Breaking the kiss to catch you breath, you said “we are both so stupid.”. Marcus let out a laugh at that. “Stupid in love?” he asked, a smile on his lips. “Obviously.” you answered, “Who knew you were the jealous type?”. He pulled back a little, leveling you with a look that was wholly unamused. “You have not seen jealous yet.” he said, kissing you with a newfound determination. It felt like your entire body was set on fire as his hands roamed over your body.

“I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing,” he breathed, peppering kisses down your neck. “Less talking, more kissing” you said, pulling him back up to your lips by his hair. The groan he let out sendt a surge of electricity through you. “As good as you look in my t-shirt, I think I’d like to claim you in other ways,” Marcus said as he pulled back once again, grabbing the hem of the shirt you were wearing, slowly peeling it off you. Another groan left him as he fixed his eyes on you, now only sat in your knickers in his bed. “You are wearing too many clothes,” you said, pulling at his hoodie. The speed in which he got rid of his clothes was probably some sort of record.

Marcus grabbed hold of your ankles, yanking you down the bed so you were flat on your back. The next second he was crawling up the bed, slotting himself between your legs as he claimed your lips again. You would never grow tired of the feeling of his lips against yours. Slowly grinding against you, your frustration with the last two pieces of clothes remaining grew. “Marcus please.” you whined, finding it hard to put together a coherent sentence. “What do you want, baby?” he asked, grinding his hips harder against yours. “I need you to touch me, please,” you weren’t normally one for begging, but it seemed like your brain was not working.

Sliding his hand towards the apex of your thighs, he let his thumb ghost over your clit. Your hips seemed to have a mind of their own, chasing the friction his hand and his hips were creating. Taking pity on you, he moved enough to get both your underwear off as he moved down the bed. Before you could react, his tongue swiped at your slit, flicking over your clit. A loud moan left you, hands taking purchase in his hair. Going at it like a man starved, it didn’t take long before you were on edge, just missing that last push. Seeming to read your mind, he pushed two fingers into you, curling them just right. “Fuck, Marcus, please,” your voice sounded high pitched and breathy. A chant of his name left you as he pushed you over the edge.

As you came down, you could feel Marcus searching for something in his bedside table. When he suddenly froze, you opened your eyes. “What’s wrong?” you asked, feeling slightly on edge with how rigid he was. “Emh, this is sort of embarrassing.” he said, not really looking at you. “Marcus, what is it?” you asked again, leaning up on your elbows. “My condoms are expired.” he said, a bright blush spreading over his cheeks. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. “Why are your condoms expired?” you asked, a smile obvious in your voice. Dropping his head on your chest, he mumbled a response to your boobs. “Sorry, didn’t quite catch that,” you said with a laugh. “I said, it’s been a while since I slept with someone.” he answered, still not looking at you.

Cupping his cheek, you turned his face to look at you. “We don’t need one. I am on the pill, and I have never slept with anyone without a condom before,” you said, trying to soothe him, “but if you really want to use one, I have some in my bedroom.”. His face went from fond at the first part of your sentence, to annoyed at the last part. “You’re willing to let me fuck you without a condom, but noone else?” he said, suddenly looking smug. The rate his emotions changed was giving you whiplash. “Yes?” it came out as more of a question than it was meant to. “So what you are saying is that I am better than anyone else?” The smug look on his face made you want to take back everything you had said.

“Do you want to fuck me or not? Cuz I have a hookup on speed dial that can get me off.” you said in an attempt of wiping the look off his face. It worked. “Let me tell you something baby,” he said in that low voice you loved so much, “nobody will ever be able to make you feel the way I do.”. He was back between your legs before you had a chance to wrap your head around what he had just said. “Nobody will ever fuck you the way I can,” he continued, pushing inside you without a warning. There were no words to describe the way he was filling you. An obscene moan left you, nails digging into his back as he started moving.

As he pushed one of your knees to your chest, and angled his hips in the perfect way, he kept hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside you with every thrust. “You think Max can fuck you like this?” he whispered in your ear. “No,” you moaned back. “What was that?” he asked, more power in his hips at the next thrust. “No Marcus, nobody can fuck me like you do. Please” you said, on the edge of oblivion. “I can feel you pulsating around me baby,” he groaned, “come for me.”. That was all it took for the tight band in your abdomen to snap. “Fuck,” Marcus moaned as you came, following you over the edge.

“Your bedroom is officially the office,” Marcus said as he rolled off you, pulling you onto his chest. “Oh really?” you asked, clearly amused. “Yes. We have wasted too much time.” he stated as a matter-of-factly. With his hand drawing random patterns and the feeling of bliss surrounding you, you fell into a peaceful sleep, wrapped up in the man you loved.

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Snow on the beach || Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

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Warnings: heavy themes, eating disorders, bullying, child birth, drinking, blood, toxic relationships, dubcon (all this happens in a flashback and it will be in italics just in case you don’t want to read it)

Note: So I decided to write more about y/n’s past and it’s a heavy part, so be aware while reading it. If you don’t want to read that part, it’s okay you can pass it, in the current timeline we won’t be seeing anything else from those characters of y/n’s past, only mentioned sometimes due to the insecurities they created. I don’t think these themes will be seen again, maybe a bit in future chapters but not as explicit as this chapter. Also Nami is really present in this chapter, that’s why I put Emily in the pictures, just imagine her with a more orange hair.

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Chapter V: Something about me

It’s been exactly a week since you saw Law for the last time. After your day with him and the rest and the night watching the stars, Corazon told you that Law left the town due to something urgent and he was going to be out for some time. Ever since then Corazon has been the one taking you home from the restaurant during the whole week. And now you were sitting on the beach looking at the horizon thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, Bepo was by your side, peacefully sleeping while the air hit your face.

Nami was going to come later that day, to spend a “girls night” with you. That’s what she told you when you saw her. You were kinda excited, you have never had a girls night before, yeah you and your mom used to spend Sundays together watching films or series, but a girl night with someone your age? With Anna whenever you hang out it was always to go to parties and she would always leave to hook up with someone and whenever you subjected the idea of just staying home enjoying a film or doing something else, she would call you childish and boring. So after a few tries you end up giving up, she was probably right, you were childish.

That’s what you used to thought.

You sighed, it seemed that it didn’t matter how far you went, your memories of her didn’t seem to vanish. And you hated it, you really did.

You stood up, waking Bepo with your movement. You needed to go to the town before Nami came today and you needed to call your mom to let her know you were okay. Bepo walked beside you, moving his tail happily. You entered your house and let Bepo sit on the couch, you didn’t mind having him around, you honestly liked having him with you, it made you feel less lonely. You took some money and guided Bepo to his house, so you could leave for the town.

Once you arrived, you went straight to the grocery to buy the things you needed for tonight and for the upcoming days.

“Oi!” You heard a deep voice from behind. You turned around and saw the green haired guy you were already familiar with.

“Zoro.” You smiled at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I was heading somewhere but… I think I got lost.” You looked at him.

“You got lost? But this is a small…”

“It happened.” He shrugged. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh! I’m having a girls night with Nami tonight, so I needed to buy some things for tonight.” You smiled.

“Good…” He nodded. “It’s good to see you are enjoying yourself in this isolated town. But be careful with Law.”

You looked at Zoro with confusion. “What do you mean Zoro?”

“Don’t get me wrong, Law is a good guy but there are people near him that aren’t, so be careful.” He said and started walking. “I will see you tomorrow at the restaurant, bye.”

You said goodbye to him, Zoro's words had left you confused, what did he mean? You tried not to think about it too much, now you wanted to focus on the girls' night that awaited you with Nami.

You arrived home and Bepo came right away to welcome you and keep you company. You spent the afternoon tidying up and cleaning up the house, while Bepo slept on your couch. At dusk Nami arrived at your house, with a case of beer in her hand and with the biggest smile on her face.

“Hello gorgeous.” She greeted you with a smile. “I brought a drink, today we are going to have an incredible time. You will see.” He said as she walked into the house and winked at you.

“I’m happy you’re here tonight Nami.” You smile at her and give her to the kitchen.

“Me too, you and I can finally have time alone without the boys… I wish Robin could be with us.” She smiled at you.

You put the pizza in the oven and Nami opened a couple of beers for you to drink while you waited for the pizza to be ready.

“I heard that Torao is not here, is that right?” Nami said, drinking from her beer.

“Yeah…he hasn't been around since last Monday.” You shrugged.

“You’re worried?” She smirked.

“A little bit… I mean he left without saying a word, everything seemed more than alright when we were watching the night sky.” You told her.

“Huh… how romantic, watching the night sky together?” Nami started joking.

“It’s not like that Nami.” You said, shaking your head.

“C’mon, I have seen how you look at him and how he looks at you. I have never seen Law like that.” She smiled.

“I don’t look at him in any way.”

“Oh c’mon y/n!” Nami cried out. “At least tell me, you find him attractive right? Look at him, his tattoos, piercings,…”

“Are you sure it’s not you the one that is in love with him?”

“Oh please no, I’m not into men.” She laughed and winked at you.

“Oh… right.” You nervously laughed.

“But hey! Don’t skip my question.”

“He is attractive but I don’t… I… I don’t know, okay?”

Nami nodded and didn't say anything else on the subject, she only had a wide smile on her face for practically the entire night. The rest of the night, you ate pizza, drank and you talked non-stop, although it was usually Nami who carried the conversation, you didn't care. It had been a long time since you felt so good with a friend.

The next morning you woke up with a horrible headache, as did Nami who was in an even worse state than you. You prepared breakfast for both of them and gave food to Bepo who had spent the night there. You looked around the window, checking to see if Law's car was there, but it wasn't. You sighed and drank some more from your cup.

“Ugh, I really don't want to go to work today. My head is killing me." Nami complained while walking through the door.

“I don't really feel like it either, having to endure Zeff's screams at Sanji is going to kill me.” You joked.

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It was wednesday night when you saw his car after Zoro took you from the restaurant, you were 100% sure that it was Law’s car, so that meant he was finally back. The following day you sneak peeked from your window to check if it was still there and in fact it was there. You breathed and went straight to his door, you wanted to know if he was alright, check on him, just that. Nothing else, just that. You knocked on the other three times before hearing his voice.

“Cora-San, did you forget something again?” He opened the other. He looked at you, from head to toe and you felt some kind of wave go through your whole body, and it wasn’t in a positive way. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I came here to check on you. Since you've been gone for a week. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You gave him a small smile.

“I am, now leave.” He started to close the door but you put your feet in front.

“Why…? What’s up with you?” You questioned him.

“Nothing, now go y/n.” He said with the coldest tone ever, you have never heard him speaking with that tone. “And by the way, from now on I won’t be taking you home, so you better start asking someone in the restaurant to take you.”

He closed the door right in your face, leaving you speechless, why? Why was he acting like that? Did you do something that bothered him? You couldn’t understand shit right now and you were feeling tears popping out of your eyes. You whipped them quickly, you didn’t want to cry, sure there would be a way to fix all this, right? There has to.

You turned and walked out of there, you really didn't want anyone to see you like that right now. You closed the door of the house quickly, took a breath and tried to calm down. Had you really done something wrong? You didn't understand that behavior, Law had slowly become closer, he was opening up, he was letting you be friends with him, but now suddenly he was treating you like you had the plague?

“No wonder you are always left alone y/n.”

“Don’t think y/n, don’t think about it.” You whispered to yourself. “You will find out what's going on.”

“You will always be alone, but… if you do what I say I will be by your side, always.”

“Ah!” You screamed. “Why does she have to come to my mind? Why? It’s been months! Damn it!”

You looked around, it was still early to go to work, but you didn't want to stay at home, alone with your thoughts. You decided to go to the store where Nami worked and distract yourself a little, Nami always told you to come to her if something happened or if you needed to vent about anything. During the trip you seriously thought about whether it would be good to vent to Nami and tell her about Anna, since you had joined her group of friends, the memories of your friendship with her did not stop tormenting you and making you doubt the friendships you had made in that place. You hated so much what you had become, what she had turned you into.

By the time you realized it, you were already entering the door of the store and Nami welcomed you with the biggest of her smiles. The store was practically empty so you could talk calmly.

“What’s on your mind? You seemed to be off.” Nami said with a worried look.

“It’s… it’s Law.” You sighed. “He came back yesterday and this morning when I went to ask him if he was okay, he practically kicked me out and told me not to bother him anymore.”

“He did what?” Nami slammed the table. “That bastard.”

“I don’t understand Nami, maybe I did something that made him…”

“Y/n…” She held my hands. “I’m pretty sure you did nothing wrong. He's just a dick.”

“But maybe I did Nami. Maybe I fucked up and…”

“Y/n I have known you, not for much but I know that there isn’t anything you could do for him to be acting like a dick.” Your eyes started to fill with tears.

“Thank you Nami.” You blinked trying not to cry. “For being my friend.”

“Sure.” She hugged you. “And don’t cry for him, it’s not worth it.”

“There is something else I would like to tell you, because… I feel like I can trust you.” You wanted for her to know you.

Nami nodded and listened to you carefully.

[Delicate topics are narrated in the italicized section. Please read at your own risk]

It all started 5 years ago, you had just moved because your mother just married David. The truth is that starting at a new high school didn't matter much to you, you didn't have anyone at your old school that you wanted to stay for. When you started at the new school, you went with the intention of being more open and being able to make friends but things didn't turn out that way and you spent half a year alone during recess, that was until you met Anna. Beautiful, tall, smart, most people's crush, you knew her well, being with her seemed unattainable. But there she showed up with her wide smile, her perfect complexion and her singing voice.

"Hello." She smiled at you. “Can I sit with you?” She pointed at the seat next to you.

“Yeah… sure.” You said and moved your things for the place.

“You’re y/n right? I’m Anna.” She said, extending his hand.

“Yeah it’s me.” You squeezed her hand.

“Let’s be friends y/n. Okay?” She smiled and that was when everything started to fall.

Everything started to go down and you didn't realize it. Everything seemed to be going well, or so you thought, Anna introduced you to her group of friends. She got you invited to parties, she taught you how to do your makeup, she told you what to wear. For the last 3 years everything had been like that, school ended a year ago but you and Anna decided, more like she told you to choose the same college as her. At that time you didn't see the signs, like you were just being her doll and she was controlling you, but you stayed by her side because you didn't want to be alone again.

“Honey, aren't you going to eat?” Your mom asked you.

“No, I have to go to school.”

“Honey, you should eat something.” Your mom looked at you.

“Mom, it’s okay.” You said and tried to leave.

“Y/n.” She never called you by your name unless she was angry or really worried. “Since last year you have been acting really strange. You know you can talk to me right?”

“I know mom, now I’m leaving, okay?” You said and without letting her speak you went outside.

It's true that you ate less, you almost never had breakfast, but according to Anna it was better that way, since so many calories were not good. She reminded you every time you saw each other.

“Hello!” Anna hugged you. “What are you wearing?” She looked at you.

“Oh it was a present from my stepdad, I really li…”

“It’s so ugly y/n!” She laughed. “You really want Kidd to look at you wearing that?”

You looked at yourself again. “Maybe you’re right…”

“Of course I am.” She said. “This weekend there is a party at Kidd’s house and guess you are invited?” She smirked.

“This weekend I don’t think…”

“You don’t think what? Oh c’mon girl, you know how hard it was for me to get you invited? Don't be boring and come.”

“My mother's due next week, so I wanted to stay with her this weekend.” You explained to her.

“Y/n this opportunity will not come again, if you don't come next week you will be completely alone again. And you don't want that, right?" She said putting a strand behind your ear. You denied. “Exactly, so you have to come.”

And that's what you did, you showed up at the party, but not before having an argument with your mother. David was traveling so she was left alone while you went partying. You sighed and fixed the dress Anna had lent you. You entered the party and started looking for Anna, you had agreed to meet here, but you couldn't see her anywhere.

“Hey pretty.” You heard a voice behind you, you turned around to see Kidd standing there with a cocky smile on his face.

“Kidd… hi.” You swallowed nervously.

“You wanna grab something to drink?”

“It’s okay I’m not really thirsty right now.” You smiled, you really didn’t want to drink anything, you weren’t much of a drinker and you weren't good at tolerating alcohol.

“Oh c’mon y/n!” Anna appeared behind you grabbing you by the shoulders. "Don't be a party pooper and drink with us, poor Kidd is inviting you and you reject him?" She said, making a sad face.

“Yeah baby, let’s drink and we can have some fun together alright?” He said, leaning his face towards yours.

“I guess… I guess one drink won’t be bad.” You ended up agreeing to them.

But then one drink turned into two, and then into three, before you realized it you had Kidd on top of you kissing you desperately. You really wanted to get out of there, you didn't want your first time to be like that. But then Anna's voice echoed in your head, how she told you how boring you were, how she would leave you alone. So you let it happen. Kidd got up once he finished and put his clothes back on, while you tried to hold back the urge to cry. Without saying anything he left the room and left you alone in the darkness. You took a quick breath and eyelashes, pushing away the tears that threatened to come out and you also dressed, you wanted to get out of that house as soon as possible and go home.

You heard Anna calling you but you didn't stop and left the house at full speed, you wanted to get there as soon as possible. You took an Uber to get home, you were exhausted, your head hurt, you felt like crying, everything was coming at you. You entered through the door of the house, you did not expect to find your mother there, but there she was dying because she had gone into labor and you were not there.

“Mom!”

“Oh… honey, I tried calling an ambulance or David but I tried and… I can’t get up. The baby is coming.”

You looked at the ground, the water had broken and there was also blood, you didn't know how long it had been but the baby was coming and you had to do something.

“I will call an ambulance, so they… they can help.” Your breathing was labored. You were on the verge of crying, you should have been with her, you shouldn't have left. You held the phone and you dialed the emergency number.

“Honey… look at me.” Your mother touched your cheek. “I will be alright okay?”

“I should’ve been here mom… I’m sorry.” Tears started to fall down.

You talked to the emergency people and they got there in less than 10 minutes. On the way to the hospital you called David to tell him that mom was in labor. You waited in the waiting room, you tried to stay still but your nerves wouldn't let you, you couldn't stop thinking about how stupid you had been. You knew that your mother could go into labor at any moment, that it had been a complicated pregnancy and yet you had left her. You even told David that it was okay for him to go, that you would be there. But you weren't.

Time began to pass and you don't know when you fell asleep but you did and the next thing you knew was that a nurse was in front of you, telling you that your mother was already planning and you could go see her.

“Mom.” You rushed to her side.

She was awake, really pale and smiling at you. “Hello honey…Your sister caused more problems than you when you were born.” She joked.

“Where is… where is she?” You looked around.

“They are doing some tests on her because it was a complicated birth but she will be alright.” She smiled at you.

“Mom, I’m really…”

“Honey don’t.”

“No, I have to. I’m sorry, I have been an awful daughter to you and David too, when everything you wanted to do was helping me and I pushed away, every single time.” You take a deep breath and wipe away the tears that were already falling down your face.

“Don’t cry, okay? We will talk about everything once we are home, when we are more calm and relaxed. It’s okay.” She hugged you and kissed your forehead.

You stayed next to her, you were able to meet your little sister, Kelly, and the urge to cry again appeared. Your mother forced you to go home once David arrived, she said that you needed to sleep properly, take a good shower and replenish your energy. You hadn't looked at your phone since the last call with David and honestly you would have preferred to have left it off. You had missed calls and messages from Anna, saying everything, how dare you leave like that, how dare you ignore her and the list went on. You put your phone on silent and left it charging, you didn't want to think about her, or anything that happened at that shitty party.

The next week you didn't go to college, you didn't feel like it and you preferred to spend time with your mother and Kelly. But you knew that throughout that week you would have to talk to them about everything that had been happening with you in recent years. So you sat down and talked, you told them everything about Anna, about the parties, about your problems with food and also how you wanted to escape from that degree that you hated so much and where you were only because you didn't want to be alone, in reality you were always doing everything because you don't want to be alone.

David and your mother agreed that you would drop out of college, and start going to therapy. You could help at home with Kelly for a year, until you found something you wanted to do and felt good about yourself again. And that's how you started going to therapy and you cut all ties with Anna, you deleted her from all your social networks, her phone, everything, you didn't want to know anything about her again. Until five months ago, while you were walking with Kelly, you ran into her. Kelly was already a year and a half old and you were taking her on a walk while your mom and David were working. When you saw her, you could feel your pulse speed up and the desire to vomit invade your body.

“Oh! Look who is here.” She said with a sarcastic voice, then she looked at Kelly and laughed. “Don’t tell me Kidd knocked you up, in just a try? Or are truly a slut and have been sleeping with everyone since…”

“Is none of your business, now please leave me alone.” You said and passed next to her.

"What did you say bitch?" She grabbed your arm, digging her nails into it. “You should be grateful to me, it's thanks to me that you fucked Kidd, it's thanks to me that you weren't completely alone every day. But seeing how ungrateful you are, I don't care. I should have left you alone." She whispered in your ear.

“Leave me alone.” You faced her, trying to control yourself from shaking.

Anna clenched her fists and pushed you, causing you to collide with Kelly's cart and it to fall to the ground. You heard Kelly crying, Anna running away, and then you saw red. Kelly was crying and bleeding, you were on the verge of crying, again because of you, someone you loved was getting hurt. You called the emergency room and then your mother to tell her what had happened.

At the hospital with your mother and David, they told you that luckily it was nothing and that Kelly was fine. You wanted to breathe easy but you really couldn't.

“So the following day I packed a bag and went to my aunts house in the east without telling my mom or David anything.” You breathed. “The thought of seeing Anna again and her hurting me or someone I cared about again was going to kill me alive, so I thought the best option was leaving. Run away like a coward.” You tried to smile at Nami, realizing Nami was a sea of tears at that moment. “Wait… why are you?”

“Oh y/n!” She hugged you and continued crying on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry you went through all that, I’m really sorry.” She broke the hug and looked at you. “You weren’t a coward, that bitch is the coward and if I see her I will kick her ass.”

“Don’t worry about her, my mom and David, they filed charges against her and from what my aunt told me she had a restraining order imposed.”

“She should be in jail.” She breathed. “Thank you y/n, for trusting me with this. I really appreciate it and I want you to know I’m proud of you and that we all love you, and we won’t be leaving you alone. Never.” She smiled. “That’s a promise.”

“Never.” You smiled back at her.

“Now you have to tell something…why this town of all the places in the world? I’m glad you chose it but…” She looked around and you laughed at her expression.

“That's actually a funny story…” You smiled.

Note: I didn’t thought that y/n’s flashback was going to be this long, but I really wanted to introduce her past as soon as possible (also bc I don’t want the story to be that long). I also wanted to created a stronger bond between Nami and y/n, so with chapter is mostly about them bonding and y/n finding a true friend in Nami. About Law, in the next chapter we will know more about what’s going on with him and we will have more of him and Corazon. See you in the next chapter, I will be uploading a part 2 of The Guitarist and also a one shot call “Beg me” it’s a nsfw fic set in Wano, now that Wano is ending what better that drop a spicy fic about it.

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rikisnuggie · 2 years

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mo's kinktober '22

day 3: praise - park jongseong

pairing: park jongseong × fem. reader

genre: smut

cw: soft dom!jay, praise (reader rec.), pet names (baby, love, precious, darling, good girl), finger sucking, cum eating, unprotected sex (please use protection!!), jay is a bit possessive - in a non-toxic way, tiny bits of begging, implied second round

"Ah, Y/N, I think these are still a bit too big. Just a little smaller, yeah?" Jay spoke softly as he looked over your shoulder. You decided to cook dinner together tonight and you were responsible for cutting the veggies.

Jay stepped behind you and took your hands in his, controlling your hands as he adjusted the size of the carrot you had been chopping.

"Like this, baby."

You continued your work on the carrot until it was done.

"Is this better?" you asked, stepping aside for your boyfriend to have a better view.

"Perfect! You're doing great," he praised, placing a kiss on your cheek, making you blush.

"So what's next?"

"Onions or garlic. What do you wanna do first?"

"Garlic! You do the onions. You're faster, so you'll cry less!"

Jay chuckles at your reasoning.

"I guess you're right. Garlic it is then," he answers as he rummages through the bag of groceries you brought from the store, finally finding the garlic and handing it to you.

"We only need about three cloves, so it shouldn't be too much work. I'll do the onions in the meantime, okay?"

"Works for me!" you smiled at Jay who was already getting another cutting board from the cupboard. You started peeing the garlic while Jay did the same with the onions, cutting them into cubes. You look over at Jay's cutting board, a whole onion in little cubes on it.

"What do you mean? You finished this whole thing while I didn't even get this one clove? You've got to be kidding me," you spoke, a frown on your face.

"You know, I've done that a few times now. Maybe, if your lazy ass would cook more, you wouldn't take a month," Jay responded with a chuckle.

"Ha ha, hilarious," you said sarcastically, squinting your eyes at your boyfriend.

"Do you wanna do the greens instead? You'll just have to chop them up."

"I don't wanna cook anymore," you whined, pouting.

"You don't? You were doing so well though, darling," Jay tried to reassure you.

"Quiet, Mr. Sweettalk!" you said, pout still prominent on your face.

"I mean it, Y/N. You were pretty good wit-"

"Jay, please. No more of that."

"Of what? Praises?"

You turned away from him, making Jay chuckle.

"Why? Don't you like it when I praise you for doing well?" he asked with a smug smile on his face, knowing the answer already. He came to stand in front of you, trapping you against the counter with his arms.

"Does it get you all excited when I tell you how well you're doing, baby?" he whispered in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe afterwards, making you whimper.

"Do you want me to touch you?" he asked, pulling away from your ear to look into your eyes. You nodded quickly, making Jay smile.

"Need to hear you say it, love, you know that."

"Yes, please touch me. Want you to touch me," you plead, bucking your hips into Jay's, feeling his growing bulge against your heat.

Jay pushed the cutting board behind you to the side and helped you onto the counter, hands staying at your waist. He connected his lips to your neck and down to your collarbone, pulling down the shirt to have better access. He gently sucked on your skin, creating a little bruise that would probably decorate that spot for a few days.

"Jay, please, I want more," you spoke, your words almost coming out as a moan.

"Be patient. I'll give you what you want. I always do, don't I?" he replied, pulling your shirt - which was actually his - over your belly, placing little butterfly kisses on it as he travelled further down until he reached the hem of your panties, which were the only thing you were wearing under the shirt. Jay was kneeling on the floor, his index finger sliding over your clothed slit.

"Look at that, precious, your panties are all wet. Is this all for me?" he asked, looking up at you with a soft smile on his lips. You nodded again.

Jay got closer to your heat and placed a kiss on your clothes pussy, pushing your panties to the side and entering one finger into your hole. A choked moan fell from your lips as your boyfriend added a second finger, scissoring you open slowly.

"There we go, darling. Need to make sure you're all nice and ready for my cock, alright? Fucked you so often but you're still so tight," he cooed, removing his fingers from your hole, getting back up from the floor and moving his fingers to your mouth. You obediently opened your mouth and took his digits in, your warm tongue swirling around them, tasting yourself.

Jay removed his fingers and you released them with a soft pop, him smirking at that.

"Gonna show you how much I love you now, okay?"

"Please do!"

And he did.

Jay pulled down his sweats along with his boxers and pushed them off to the side. He lined up his already hard cock at your entrance and slowly pushed it, letting out a groan as he bottomed out.

"There you go, baby. Taking me so well, like a good girl," he spoke softly, his hand caressing your cheek. "So, so good, all for me, am I right?"

"All for you, I'm your good girl, please. Wanna cum," you begged.

"Already? We barely even started, baby, what got you so worked up?"

"I will not answer that," you managed to say between moans. Jay chuckled.

"You don't have to. I already know," he said, leaning forward to connect his lips with yours in a passionate kiss while speeding up his thrusts, making your moan into his mouth. One of his hands held you in place while he let the other slide to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles on it, making your walls clench around him.

"Want you to cream on my dick, okay? You can do that for me, right, love?"

You nodded you head frantically.

"Yes, please, need to cum so bad, Jay, please!"

"Then cum for me," he said while pushing you over the edge with one last thrust of his hips, loud moans falling from your lips as Jay rode our your orgasm. Slowly coming to a stop, he pulled out his still hard cock from your gushing hole.

"But you didn't cum," you pouted, catching Jay's attention.

"That's fine, I wanted to make you cum today."

"You always do, dumbass. Now's your turn," you said with a chuckle, hopping down from the counter and onto your knees, your fingers finding Jay's shaft.

"That's what I mean when I say you're so good for me~"

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sexyinaratkindaway · 3 months

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Leave All your Love and your Longing Behind

Rating: E

Fandom: QSMP

Pairing: FitMC/Pactw

Summary: In Purgatory, two almost-lovers meet on the battlefield, feral as dogs and just as beaten, to find comfort in each other.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53085622

Pac is scared.

Of course he’s scared.

Why wouldn’t he be?

This isn’t Purgatory. After Purgatory ends, fire and brimstone and purifying gold, Heaven awaits.

This isn't Purgatory.

They're in Hell, and Pac doesn't know what he's being punished for, but he must have deserved it, for Hell to be so vivid and terrible. Instead of devils tormenting him, it's his friends, his family.

Forever is there, Mike is there, thank the Goddess, but so is Cell— Cellbit —and so is Fit, beautiful, dangerous, cruel, kind Fit. He’s at his most handsome like this; bloodstained, cruel, scarred and dirty and grungy, blood in his nail beds and stubble on his chin and dirt in his scales. He’s handsome as the sun, as howling wind and tall mountains and thunderous waterfall, and Pac is, irrevocably, unendingly, in love with him. He can't bring himself to hate him when he catches sight of him, manic and dust-covered and bloodstained, so different and yet so familiar. They cross paths on the battlefield, again and again and again; again and again and again they brush shoulders without the time to really face off. Pac is happier that way; he doesn’t know if he wants Fit to see him like this.

Because Purgatory has turned them all into animals, and Pac is no exception: his lungs itch, his throat hitches, his skin burns, from the toxic fog and the acid rain and the sand swallowing him whole; he’s gaunt and hungry, howling like a dog, his undershirt is torn and dusty and stained, his hoodie tattered and dirty, the only colour left about him the scabbed over, bloody cuts that tatter him all over, and the too-bright blue that, he knows, shines in his eyes like headlights. It’s a curse, it makes him too visible; but being visible has its advantages, in battle as in stalking. He’s just come out victor of a duel—with Cellbit, what a pretty coincidence—when he spots Fit spotting him, and he can see the emerald green spotlights of Fit’s eyes shift and tighten and widen when they land on him.

He grins at him, waves his arm in the air like everything is normal and perfect. Like there's no droplets of blood swinging in the air from his brisk movement. Fit jogs the distance between them closed, the lightest of limps in his stride, and Pac feels himself frown. He kicks Cellbit's body to the side, lifeless and pale and limp and empty, finishes stuffing the last of his things in his backpack. His knife feels odd in his hand, heavy in the blade and light in the handle like it wants to jump out of his grasp. He tucks it in a holster on his thigh and turns to Fit.

"Fit!" He says, and barely holds back from drawling out the end of his name into the soft, tender fricative it so badly wants to be in his mouth.

Fit, despite himself and what his better instincts say, smiles.

"Pac," he says. It’s a tender, low, breathy sigh, a parched man who can’t believe his luck, finding a puddle of clear water. Pac is his water, and he doesn’t know the water’s poisoned. “Pac, God, what happened to you?”

“Just tired,” Pac says, nonchalant. He runs a hand through his hair to pull it out of his forehead, huffs when the too-long locks fall right back over his eyes. He smiles, and hopes they crinkle with it even if he doesn’t feel it. “Might just give up on this and do like you, cut it all off. What happened to you ?”

He nods his chin in direction of Fit’s leg, stiff, pained. It’s his left.

Fit chuckles. “Oh, just a bad fall I took a couple days ago. ‘M fine.”

Pac knows it was the tigers. Pac doesn't say, and grins instead. "At least now we match!"

He lifts up his left leg, bends it back and forth at the knee. It goes smoothly, but screeches an ugly sound when he bends it back too far, and Fit's handsome face crumples into a sympathetic grimace.

“That can’t be good for stealth.”

“Eh, I just can’t crouch too far. I’ve been meaning to oil it, but…”

Not much oil in Purgatory, and what little is there is better used on machinery, on farms. As long as Pac can walk and stand, he can conserve the oil.

“Can't be good for stealth.”

“I don't need stealth.”

“This guy tried stealth on you?”

Pac laughs a wheezy little breath, nudging Cellbit's corpse with his running hook. It's warm, still twitching.

“Nah, he tried to be honourable; came to me face to face. I respect that, even if I think it was to get me to panic more.”

“Well, that obviously didn't work.” Fit's words are all a chuckle, low, gravelly with misuse. If that hadn't been enough to make Pac quiver, then the way he stared at the mess of blood and guts on the floor, staining Pac's still open scythe, cold and calculating and hungry , would have been.

“Nice scythe,” Fit says, and then squeezes his eyes shut like he can't believe he said something that stupid; Pac feels laughter bubble in his throat, and for a moment they're back home.

“I see,” he says, “you only like me for my scythe.”

He enjoys seeing Fit sputter and blush, loves the look of his handsome cheeks bloody red under the scales, grimy and dirty on his face, the bashful smile stretching his lips.

“Well, it's a very nice scythe. Looks… well-made.”

“It’s not better than my scythe back home.”

“Yeah, I be–”

“What are you doing here, Fit?”

And that’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? What is Fit doing, all alone, so close to team Soulfire’s base?

Fit doesn’t answer, mirth blown out of his eyes, mouth set in a grim line, and Pac knows, he knows. He pulls his MDA from his pocket, stares at Fit’s name on the screen, looks back at Fit. “Who do you have to kill?”

Fit’s eyebrows twitch. He doesn’t pull his phone out.

“You.”

It’s like he has to wrench the words out of his throat to say them, but Pac feels a weight lift off of his shoulders, relief settle around his nape like a scarf, his mouth stretch in a smile.

“Oh, thank the Goddess. Now it’s easy. I also have to kill you, you know?”

Fit is staring at him like he doesn’t understand his glee, and to be fair, he probably doesn’t.

“Why don’t we just spar for it, right here, right now? And who loses dies.”

“I’m not killing you,” Fit says.

“Why did you come here, then?”

Fit doesn’t have an answer to that. He swallows empty air, shifts his weight on his feet, doesn’t say anything, eyes—too green, too bright—stuck on Pac.

“Do it for our children,” Pac says, and he knows it’s low, he knows it’s cruel , but he doesn’t care, he needs this, he needs this, after fighting Cell, after winning Cell, the stench of blood and feces still high in the air, he needs this with Fit. He needs to feel him. “We have to do it to save our children.”

“You're cruel, Pac.” He is reaching for his sword.

"I need it, Fit, and so do you.” Pac smiles, takes a step back and raises his hand in a grand gesture. “Will you do me the honour," he's hoarse, with joy, with adrenaline, at the sole thought of getting to taste Fit's blade, "of a dance?"

Fit looks down at his outstretched palm, blood under his nail beds, staining his fingerprints, he looks down at the scythe held tight in Pac's hand.

He smiles at him, all teeth.

"It would be my pleasure."

Pac has never been more in love than he is now. Their blades meet, iron and diamond, and never has Pac's heart sung louder than now, guided by the tempo allegro that their weapons beat. Fit is strong, stronger than Pac, the force behind the blow of his mile-long sword makes Pac’s arms quiver, but he’s strong too, and he’s got the advantage of a hooked blade by his side, of a smaller size and strong legs made for running. He jumps circles around Fit, and the man struggles to follow him, but his face is grim, his eyes are steely, full of the glacial wind of a killer with a target in his crosshairs, Pac is his target and his sword sings for blood and Pac wants nothing more than to let go of his scythe and feel the stinging kiss of needle-sharp diamond as it sinks through his ribs and makes tartare of his guts; his belly rumbles with desire at the sole thought.

But he has to try. He has to give it his all, if nothing else than out of the respect he feels for Fit; he’ll give the man a fair fight.

Fit is quick, is relentless with his sword, chases Pac like inevitable death, but Pac twirls his scythe around, catches every hit with the wooden hilt of his scythe, and the strength of Fit’s arms reverberates through Pac, and he knows the poor wood, if nothing else, is not going to come out of this fair fight unscathed.

A fair fight, apparently, is too much of a challenge for Fit, because it only takes a bit of tussling—a minute? Though it feels like they’ve been fighting for a year—for him to end up flat on the ground, arms pinned under Pac’s thighs. He's still gripping his sword: takes much more than a little fall for his grasp to loosen, and his sword is dangerously close to Pac's bare side; but the blade of Pac's scythe is nestled securely under Fit's chin, where Pac has dreamed and dreamed of tucking his face and sleeping, protected from the world.

It's easy to see who won: Fit doesn't have enough leverage to move his shoulder, or arm, or wrist.

Pac quivers: his body aches to lean into the sword tip barely grazing his hip, like he wants to fall into it, he needs it, needs it, needs it, needs it.

He's throbbing, he realises, pressed in the divot between Fit's pecs, comforting and warm and tight even under the leather armour.

Goddess, he's fucked up.

Cellbit's corpse is still laying down ten feet from the two of them, stinking up the place.

“Well,” Fit gasps, like breathing is hard, “you won.”

He won.

Victory tastes bitter.

“I can't kill you.” It feels like a defeat to admit, but he drops the scythe.

Fit laughs. “So you were just talkin' a big game, eh?”

“Sorry, I… got all worked up over nothing.” He blinks. He wasn’t supposed to win. “I wasn’t supposed to win. Did you let me win?”

“You insult me,” Fit says, smiling, voice just this side of wheezy. He’s still pinned under Pac, and Pac is not putting any effort in not letting all his weight lie on his chest, perhaps because he likes to hear the wheeze. “I wouldn’t just let you win. Why, just because you’re my… roommate?”

Pac feels a smile tug at his lips, tired.

“You wouldn't?”

“You don't give yourself enough credit, Pac. You're a better fighter than me.”

Pac wants to answer, to say something, anything, mock himself because that's all he knows, but then a great force is lifting him, thighs first, and suddenly the world tilts on his axis: he lands on the soft grass, and Fit is curled between his thighs, beautiful, dangerous, terrible. He can feel the stretch in his hip, trying to accommodate Fit's larger body in his, and that’s some unfortunate wording, is it not?

Fit's sword is nestled against the middle of his chest.

Pac closes his eyes.

Now the world is turning in the right direction again.

“What,” comes Fit's voice, torn between amusement and despair, after too long of a pause, “did you think I would kill you?”

And the truth is, despite himself, despite how deeply, desperately, achingly he wishes it so, the truth is one: his heart knows it would never happen. Never in his life has he felt so safe as in Fit's arms: not in the womb, longingly alone, not in his youth, when not even the other half of his soul by his side could lessen the harsh blows that life threw at them, and not now, as a man, ever chased by solitude and despair as he is. Fit's embrace, alone, his voice, his hands, so delicate on him when he knows them capable of such destruction, he feels safe in.

Fit wouldn't kill him, despite how much he wants it.

His skin itches. His throat itches. His eyes itch.

“Fit,” he says, low, whimpery, like a desperate call to the wind, like a plea for mercy, and he can't bring himself to care about that little ‘-tch’ his mouth tacks on at the end, “can I kiss you?”

Fit’s sword clatters to the ground, and he leans down and presses their lips together: he tastes like black tea, strong, bitter, burned. It’s the same kind Tina planted for them, but it’s obvious that no one in team Green is a master steeper. Pac gasps, and all the same tries to tilt his head up, to lean into the kiss, lets his mouth fall open and his tongue run along the ridges of Fit’s lips, chapped, warm, wet. He moans when Fit's tongue wets his lower lip, teeth-plump, when it touches his own tongue, when it coaxes it close for Fit to suck gently on. He’s not an expert kisser, but he more than makes up for it in enthusiasm. Pac moans again, tries to wiggle under Fit until their chests are flush and he can close his legs around his trim waist, get him close, close, Goddess, so close, he needs Fit to crawl into his chest . They kiss like starved, groaning in each other’s lips every time Pac’s legs hitch around Fit’s hips and pull him close enough that their bodies slot together like puzzle pieces.

“Fuck,” Fit groans, tucking his face in the crook of Pac’s sweaty neck, “fuck, how have I been waiting for this.”

“You have?” Pac hears himself asking, like he’s hearing it for the first time, like Fit hasn’t shown him, again and again, the depths of his affection and devotion, and he hasn’t been blind and deaf to it in the wave of his own despair. “Me too,” he says immediately after, lets his arms tighten around Fit’s shoulders, talks into his ear like he wants no one to hear him but Fit, “so long, so long I’ve wanted you, since the beginning, since the first time I saw you, kiss me again.”

Fit kisses him again, lets his hands roam along the too-thin expanse of his underfed chest, his fingers drum against the delicate imprints of his ribs under warm skin, under the thin cotton of his little black bodysuit, steadfast on his skin despite the tears, the dust, the blood that sticks fabric to muscle. Fit’s hands are hungry, hungry, pressing down on him enough that Pac fears tomorrow’s blooming bruises, and yet he knows he’ll be disappointed if tomorrow he finds none.

He’s been marked plenty, and never for good: forgive him if, for once, he wants the marks of ownership on him to be something beloved.

They kiss and kiss, and Pac sighs in Fit's mouth when he feels thumbs slipping under the hem of his shirt to caress at bare, bare skin and press into the divot between hip and thigh, so sensitive and rarely touched, tilts his hips up into the warm, rough touch.

“Please,” he gasps: he has to, because he feels like he's going to lose all grasp on the English language reasonably soon, and he would like Fit's cock inside him before then. “Please, Fit, please.”

What is he pleading for?

Fit groans against the delicate skin of Pac's throat, slips more fingers under his vest like he needs the skin-to-skin touch, “Don't beg me like this, Pac, you'll make me lose my mind.”

“Good, good. I've lost it already, so let's be crazy together.”

They kiss again, and this time it's Pac's hands pulling Fit's tank top from where it's tucked in his jeans, getting at skin, skin, skin, bare, rough, scarred, warm. He thumbs at his belt, and it takes four hands(three, because Fit’s metal hand is keeping him from tumbling face first into Pac), trembling and sweat-slick, to undo it, clicking of metal and leather, and then undo his pants to push them down his thighs just enough to expose his boxers, dark grey, threadbare, damp with a little pearl of wetness that Pac can't help but swipe his thumb into, enjoy the strangled groan Fit gives, tucked in his shoulder.

Armour starts dropping on the soft grass, clinking of diamond and steel, as they start undressing each other, feverish, reverent, and when the armour goes, it’s time for Pac’s jeans to go, too, and Fit stares at creamy, tan skin slowly revealing itself before his very eyes as Pac undoes them and shoves them off, at the way denim barely catches on the delicate hinges of his prosthetic, the sudden smell of arousal that wafts through the air and makes his nostrils twitch, sensitive. He wants, he wants, just as much as Pac does, and isn’t that a relief?

He’s laying in the grass now, legs bare against the chill, briefs tented and wet with his arousal, and he wraps his knees around Fit’s hips again, just so he can grind against him, let their arousals get acquainted. It feels good , and Fit’s breathy groan when their hips press together, separated by only two thin layers of threadbare cotton, is probably the best music Pac has ever heard, rough and wild, muffled with teeth on his throat. Fit’s hand, warm and rough, closes around his hip, thumbing at the hem of his briefs like he’s shy to pull it off, like they’re bashful young lovers on their first fuck and not… whatever they are, warriors, killers, hunters, monsters. So he tilts his hips up into the tender touch, enough for Fit to get the hint, and reaches down to pull the damn thing down, and now there’s cool air on his cock, less sharp than Fit’s gaze but making him shiver all the same, and warm, warm hands, rough with sword callouses, close around his skin with force enough to bruise; he keens a too-loud noise that has his blood freezing in his veins, has Fit’s too-green eyes darting around the clearing they’re in, settling on the dark trees surrounding them, the red sky above them, the mushy remains of a man staring emptily at the two of them like they might decide to get up and start biting. His cock throbs, scorching hot against Pac’s fluttering folds.

Only when he’s satisfied enough with the stillness of the air does he go back down to mouth at Pac’s throat, panting like a dog. Pac knows that kind of ardour, has felt it himself, many times, for many men, but to feel it aimed at himself is…

Indescribable.

He shifts his legs, tightens the lock of his ankles on Fit’s lower back; the movement presses him down, close, cock grinding into Pac’s cunt like it belongs there, and yet the man seems shy to reach down and tug it inside, through his low, rumbly, desperate moaning.

“Wh–what are you waiting for?” Pac hears himself asking. Tsk, tsk, breathless already like a teenager on his first tryst.

“I–it’s just… Is this really what you want, Pac?” Goddesses above, how infuriating that the man manages to look earnest through the traffic lights he’s got in place of eyes, and how much more infuriating that it looks terribly attractive, with his flushed cheeks and sweaty forehead and haunted expression like he’s terrified of being rejected, and that’s just silly, because Pac is a second away from wrestling a hand between the two of them and tugging Fit’s cock in his cunt himself. “I–I mean, I don’t want you to feel, you know, forced , or anything, or, like, is this just the adrenaline of the fight, I, uh…”

“Did you not hear what I said before?” Pac asks, and Fit looks panicked enough to spur him on and not let the poor man talk his own erection down, “I’ve wanted to have sex with you since, like, day one. When we crashed on the island, after you guys rescued us, I’m, like, pretty sure I went to bed for a week straight thinking about you with your shirt stuck to your chest from the rain. If you don’t fuck me right now I might go insane.”

As if to underline that point, he does actually reach between their warm bodies to tickle a hand around Fit’s cock, warm, thick, tip flushed red and glistening. He flutters his fingers, tight and then loose, and Fit moans a, frankly, whorish noise, high and trembling into Pac’s neck, and his hips follow Pac’s gentle coaxing like well-trained dogs; his cock slips inside like a knife retreating to the warmth of its sheath, and Fit moans again, the temple of his body wracked by a shuddering earthquake that almost sends him careening down.

He stays up, thankfully, holds himself up with both hands caging Pac’s head in, and gives a single, powerful thrust. Pac moans, kisses the discoloured skin of Fit’s fleshy forearm, lets his lips linger over pale lines of old, beloved scarring, and enjoys the way Fit shudders with every butterfly touch.

Fit's thrusting is shuddery, but methodical: little rhythmic jerks of his chin beat the tempo, as if he is counting the seconds between each thrust inside his head to ensure a perfect clockwork, and that is such a goofy thought, in-character as it is, that a chuckle puffs out of Pac's chest, and he curls his arms around his neck to pull him in a kiss, lap along his lips and coax his tongue out. He moans pretty in Pac's mouth when he starts sucking on his tongue; his hips lose their perfect rhythm and instead start pistoning in and out as fast as they can go, uneven and shaking with the effort of a movement never tried before, and now that feels good, the nearly-dry rubbing pistoning into him, so harsh it feels like it's tearing up Pac's insides, yes, yes, yes , more.

But Fit deserves better, better than this, better than harsh sandy earth under them and whipping wind and patchy red sky and dry-fucking under the bug-eyes attention of freshly killed prey.

So he pushes Fit away despite his half-pained whining—Goddess, the dryness was hurting him too, huh?—and spits on his hand, spits again for good measure, lets the thick, foamy fluid coat his glove before he reaches down to smear it on Fit’s cock, let it mix with his own wetness and the pearl of pre shining on his glans, and Fit cries out when he guides him back in, slide made easier by the spit.

“Fuck,” he groans, “Fuck, you—your… you feel good.”

That's cute.

“You feel good too,” Pac tells him, because it's true. “You're so warm and you fill me up so well when you thrust in, I can't wait to be so full of you I'll feel it dripping down my legs all the way back to my base.”

Something jumpstarts in Fit, a croaky gasp punched out of him, and the brutal pace starts up again. It's cute, in a way: Fit is mindless, chasing his own pleasure and gasping and twitching as if already on the brink of an orgasm, like a teenager fucking his first cunt. It's very cute, the way he cries out Pac's name every time he clenches around him, just because he can, just to be a dick.

Pac takes his wrist, the one made of flesh, discoloured and scarred, and brings his hand down between the two of them, guides him gently into tugging gentle circles on his cock. Fit is many things, and among those is a quick study: he takes to the movement as a bird to flying, spits on his hand and touches Pac, drinks in his every moan with trembling ardour until he is gasping wetly, stilling deep as he can go inside, and Pac can feel him twitch and spurt out pleasure, painting him white and taken with a pitiful whine just this side of ashamed.

He doesn't pull out immediately, which is already its own victory: but he stays still, panting heavily with his thumb pressed into Pac's cock, until he whines a strangled, uncomfortable sound, and immediately Fit picks his pace back up like the trooper he is, uncaring of the mess or his softening cock; at least, he tries to. He gives up after half a dozen thrusts, hissing his discomfort, and gives up to swirling his thumb in hypnotic circles, letting his fingers flutter along the jagged edges of Pac's lips to the rhythm of his broken praise, because despite how little Fit’s lasted, Pac is ridiculously close, himself.

“How ca–can I help,” Fit gasps, half-panicked as if fearing Pac will just up and leave, disgusted by his rapid performance, “Tell me how to help, I'll do it.”

Pac is struck by the very alluring image of Fit kneeling between his legs, face soiled with his own cum, nose buried in his bush.

Another time.

After they’ve all made it back to Quesadilla Island, where he'll be able to properly woo Fit on his soft bed in Chume Labs.

Man, he misses his soft bed in Chume Labs.

Instead, he shakes his head, “Just–just keep going, just like this, f–finger me, I'm so close–”

Fit immediately presses his index finger in, deep as it will go, the intrusion almost coquettish after having felt his cock.

“Good, go–good boy,” the finger twitches, his thumb stutters, “n–now curl it in, like you're telling someone to come close.”

Fit follows instructions like he was made for it. It takes very little, gentle coaxing and angling his hips into the stimulation, for Fit to catch the gist, start looking for the spots that make him sob all on his own, uncaring of the sticky mess dripping down his wrist, and when Pac comes, he comes with a shout, back arching and then falling like a poppet with cut strings.

They stay still a while after Fit gingerly slips his fingers out of Pac's cunt, the only movement the heavy fall of their breaths.

Pac is sleepy. Fit's eyes are droopy.

“We should… go back to our bases.” He tries, gravelly and hoarse.

Pac just nods. “Well, you would have to get off of me for that.”

Fit grunts, buries his head back in Pac's neck.

They’ll get up.

They'll get back to Purgatory.

Right now, they just want to rest.

#knight's notebook #qsmp #fitpac #hideduo #fitmc #pactw

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sednonamoris · 1 year

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a dark alley and a bad idea

Pairing: John Marston x gn!reader

Summary: After an argument with Abigail, John goes into town to drink his worries away. As always you follow, and as always there's trouble - seems like you bring it with you wherever you go.

Warnings: Canon-typical alcohol/tobacco abuse, canon-typical violence, bar fight, blood, jealousy, toxic relationship(s), a singular French man, mild angst, pining, sexual tension ;)

Word count: 2,203

A/N: Just a chapter or two to go until we hit the official RDR2 timeline!!! This has been some time coming, and I just have to say a huuuuuge thank you to the people who read/comment on this story <333 ghost story is very near and dear to me, and sharing it with you all has been such a joy!! Here’s to many more chapters, and an eventual spark that turns this slow burn into a wildfire 🥵❤️‍🔥

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John and Abigail are fighting. Again.

Leaned up against the pole of your tent, you take a long drag from your cigarette that does nothing to dull the headache forming behind your left eye socket. Every word they shout is a stabbing pain. You don’t know what the argument is about, this time, but at a guess it’s John’s failure as a father. Or perhaps Abigail’s incessant nagging. Or, more likely, two stubborn fools fighting tooth and nail not over a son, but over who’s right and who’s wrong and a years old hurt.

Maybe that mattered once upon a time, but the way they carry on now isn’t right for anyone.

The whole of camp is sick and tired of the never-ending arguments that last all day, and the too-loud fucking that lasts all night. It never seems to satisfy them, either, because come morning the fighting starts all over again. Not for the first time, you think about moving your tent to the other side of camp. Even bunking next to Dutch’s new best friend, Micah, would be an improvement.

“Leave me be, woman! Can’t you see I want nothin’ to do with either of you right now?” John shouts in her face.

“Fine!” Abigail fires back. “Swan off with Ghost like you ain’t got a family here! That’s what you always do anyhow.”

“Maybe I will!”

“Useless man,” she seethes.

She sends you a withering glare as she marches away, Jack in tow. You smile thinly in return. No doubt she’s headed to vent to Arthur, and then ask him with those pretty blue eyes to do something fun to take the boy’s mind off things. Then, once John has come back, they’ll argue over that, too.

John shakes his head and curls his lip in disgust, but does exactly as Abigail predicts. He storms past your tent with a come on, we’re leavin’, then keeps stomping on to where his mare is picketed. He never looks back to see if you follow.

You do.

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These past few years have gone by in a blur, like those moving pictures Arthur told you about once. Hosea’s health has waxed and waned. Familiar faces left. New ones came. Jack is really starting to grow up, and Abigail has blossomed into motherhood in spite of John, who in between arguments has re-devoted himself to gunslinging. To Dutch. He watches over him with pride glistening in those dark eyes of his - a father figure and a moral compass and a leader all at once. Arthur is green with envy and red with an angry sort of shame. You’re just happy that unlike those two, whatever rift once existed between you and John has long since healed.

And now here you all are in Blackwater.

To hear Dutch and Hosea tell it, this now-bustling town verging on citydom was little more than a trading post the last time they passed through. Following the two murders everyone is charitable enough not to mention, the long arm of the law has chased you relentlessly. A failed venture up North led you here, further East than anyone has been in what feels like a lifetime.

You’re trying to see it as a fresh start.

John seems like he’s trying to go back in time.

The ride into town has given him a chance to cool down some, but he still carries a tension and a meanness in those broad shoulders of his. Riding just behind, you take a rare moment to admire him. He’s been growing his hair out. It sits lank just past his shoulder, and as much as it needs a wash you think the length suits him. It frames the sharp angles of his face that even the low brim of his hat can’t hide and emphasizes the lean, untamed power of his frame.

The two of you are wilderness and war, survival and spite. Restless remnants of time gone by. Ghosts, you think wryly to yourself.

Blackwater is just the opposite. Each building is young and alive, cut brick and fresh paint. Wooden scaffolding reveals the newborn bones of structures still being built by construction workers that toil proudly for a city made in their image. Passersby are dressed in clothes that make up for fineness in newness and brightly colored dye. Some of the ladies even have delicate parasols to shield their skin from the prairie sun’s harshness. You spy your own sun-weathered face in the expensive glass saloon-front and manage to suppress a sigh.

John parks his mare at one of the hitching posts there. You follow suit, not at all surprised at where you’ve landed. You, Arthur, and Hosea came to ‘test out the drinks’ your first week here. They’re good. Expensive, but good. The two of them have been scheming away about some mysterious lead they won’t let you in on. Meanwhile, Micah has bent Dutch’s ear about a river boat. You’re still sniffing out leads of your own, and figure the bar will be as good a place as any to start. It just happens John will be drinking his problems away beside you.

“Two whiskeys,” he says to the bartender without preamble. He slaps just enough change down on the counter and takes a seat, oblivious to the glares of customers he’s interrupted. You settle in beside him with a poorly-concealed grin.

“What if I wanted a beer?”

He rolls his eyes. “You don’t.”

You hold up your hands in mock surrender. “At least let me get the next round.”

At that he clinks his glass to yours and taps it on the bartop before swallowing his drink down with a grimace. You elect to nurse yours, already prepared for a long night.

He quickly outpaces you. While John oscillates between pouring his heart out to whatever working girl is nearest and playing increasingly worse hands in the ongoing blackjack game, you begin smalltalking. One of the off-duty construction workers piques your interest. He’s a burly, hairy, mountain of a man who introduces himself as Pierre with an accent you can only place as foreign.

“You speak real good English,” you blurt without thinking. “Where are you from?”

He laughs, a deep sound that comes from his belly. “I have been told I speak English very well, yes. I am from France.”

“Awful long boat ride to break your back layin’ brick.”

“Perhaps so, but I like the work. It keeps my mind and my hands busy. Surely you know something of this, Cowpoke?”

You snort a laugh in agreement and try to ignore the heat that rises in your cheeks at the nickname. It sounds… nice, when he says it. A little romantic, like you’re some lone figure on the American frontier and not a liar, a killer, and a thief.

Mischief and delight dance in the dark brown of his eyes when he catches your fluster. “Let me buy you a drink, hm? Then maybe I will tell you about France, and you will tell me about America.”

—

You’re the warm, happy kind of drunk by the time the sun starts setting. Pierre is kind, and funny, and his stories of France paint such a vivid picture in your mind. You’ve traveled plenty, sure, but never across oceans. It sounds equal parts exhilarating and frightening. He tells you about laying strong foundations, and you tell him about breaking young horses. He explains what to look for in a fine building, and you tell him how to buy decent horseflesh. It’s fun. Freeing, even, to speak to someone outside of the gang like this. Of course he mentions a wealthy old landowner outside of town too paranoid to keep his money at the bank, and of course you’ll rob the place later, but he shares this not to screw someone else over, but because the construction of the old house fascinates him. Because he wants to share that passion with you. Because, you remind yourself, he doesn’t know you are what you are.

He tells a joke - something about construction, you think. It’s hard to tell because he leans in and places a hand on your arm and your mind suddenly goes blank. His eyes smile with him, just as strong and warm as the rest of him. You smile back. Then in the blink of an eye there’s a shout, and before you realize what’s happened Pierre is cradling his bleeding nose after someone lands a vicious right hook.

“You keep your hands to yourself, partner.”

“What the hell, Marston?!” you say, scrambling back from the commotion. But it’s no use; John can’t see past the blood red of his tunnel vision.

To your great dismay, Pierre rises to his challenge. He flashes you a look - apologetic or resigned or disappointed, it’s hard to say - before standing to face off with your idiot best friend, piss drunk and fighting mad. He’s easily twice his size, but what John Marston lacks in muscle he makes up for in meanness. When Pierre swings high, he dives low and takes him out at the legs. And so the mountain topples. Straddled on his chest, John beats and beats and beats on Pierre’s face, until finally the larger man throws him off and comes to an unsteady stand. His face is pulpy. His eyes shine bright with anger and dark with understanding the kinds of company you keep. The bloodthirsty crowd that’s gathered jeer and laugh. They catch John on the fringe and push him back into the fight. Standing opposite, Pierre spits blood in his direction before putting his fists up once more.

The bartender is still shouting for them to stop.

You’re just frozen, watching John defend the honor you don’t possess against a man who probably has more than the whole gang combined.

When their fists collide once again, crowd-goers start passing crumpled bills and calling out bets. Twenty on the skinny one, and I’ve got thirty for Frenchy, and let’s see forty for the cowboy! Even they can see John has more fight in him, no matter how many times Pierre clobbers him with a powerful left hook the idiot can’t seem to block.

Fools. Goddamn blood-blind fools, both of them.

John gets full-body thrown against the bar, all sprawled limbs and wind-knocked-out-of-him. He wheezes an insult, goading Pierre closer. Only you can see the writing on the wall, but the cry of warning comes too late; The moment he closes the distance, John whips a bottle out from behind the bar and breaks it over Pierre’s head. He comes crashing down, over two hundred pounds of dead weight lost to the crunch of broken glass and police whistles.

The moment the lawmen burst through the front doors is the moment you finally unfreeze. You rush over to where John stands lording over his fallen opponent and all but tackle him through the back door.

“What the hell were you thinking?” you hiss at him as you dodge through backalleys and behind buildings. “I was working a lead - He was buying my drinks for Christsakes!”

“Shut up,” he snaps, then tugs your arm and pushes your back to scratchy alley brick with a hand over your mouth.

He crowds close, and you seriously contemplate kicking him in the balls or biting him - maybe both - when three officers run past, clearly hunting for you. His dark leather coat blends with the unlit alleyway, but still you don’t dare move a muscle. The two of you hold your collective breath until the sound of their footsteps fade.

John removes his hand from your mouth, but it doesn’t go far. Rather than retreating, he cups your cheek and lets his thumb brush against your lower lip.

“He was touching you,” he says, half defense and half confession.

Somehow you find your voice. “What if I wanted him to?”

“You didn’t.” Alcohol and iron sit heavy on his breath. His grey eyes are blown black, drunk and something else you’re too scared to name. It’s hard to breathe. You wish it wasn’t.

“What do I want, then?”

He tilts his face forward, so the bridge of his nose brushes against yours. Your eyelashes kiss his cheekbones. You can feel how wide your own eyes have blown, can feel the want and the warmth and the desperate, pathetic hope that builds in your chest and threatens to bubble out of your mouth.

“Someone who ain’t afraid of ghosts.” He doesn’t speak so much as breathe the words into you.

You open your mouth - to respond, to kiss him, maybe - but before you can say another word the sound of heavy footfall at the opposite end of the alley snaps both of your heads to attention at breakneck speed.

“There they are!” a voice shouts, and a whistle blows shortly afterward.

“Fuck!” John curses. “Shit.”

The two of you sprint off into the night, to the edge of town where you whistle desperately for your mounts to follow. Two ungraceful running mounts later you’re off, shaking the police tail with ease on moonlit backroads.

Once the danger has passed you let your heart break to the sound of hoofbeats that lead home.

#john marston x reader #rdr x reader #rdr2 x reader #ghost story #it's insane person johnghost hours :)#ch. 10 #fran writes

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jaxxsoxxn · 1 month

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I can just imagine them facing against scarecrow and scarecrow being you know using his toxic fumes being fear, making boomerang remember that day so clearly and vividly and boomer gets so pissed he tackled scarecrow in the ground and starts beating him, beating him in like until he’s almost to death and Harley and Floyd has to like Get him off of him so he won’t kill scarecrow and Boomer is just screaming at scarecrow

you fucker how dare you piece of shit you’re gonna die for that and Floyd and Harleys trying their best to keep boomer at bay because of that they have to ask for back up you can choose who they have asked for back up

Oh, and if you want, you can add some of your boomerflash

Also, you’re the best of making boomerflash head cannons and stories your apps your pieces are beautiful French kiss 💋

kisses!!! <33 thank ya, the brain rot feeds off them, so I'm happy with every little idea thrown my way.

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In defense of Harley, she had no way to know that when Scarecrow decided to test his "new" gas on them (in a safe space, after he got "recruited" too), apparently this one showing off old fears instead of creating new ones, whatever that meant, Boomer would be hit with something... like that.

Through most of the experiment, few chosen heroes around them to help if needed, Digger was the only "normal" one. He stood still, almost peacefully, if you ignored the shaking hands and short breaths. Maybe it was the fact that they knew it's all a hallucination, maybe it was the fact that the person responsible was right next to them, but when it all finally broke away, when most started trying to get some water and calm themselves with help, the first thing he did was jump Jonathan.

The first hit wasn't the thing that broke the shock of heroes and others around them - it was the sound of a breaking bone that did it. A pain-filled whine left Scarecrow, when he tried to use his claw-like gloves to tear the Australian away, his whole body mass keeping them down, while he punched almost blindly. He was angrily half screaming, half mumbling something about Owen, whom Harley herself didn't know exactly.

But Flash, who was the first one to try to hold Digger back, definitely knew. Most people who aren't dragging Crane away to make sure he'll survive probably notice the way his eyes go wide at the suffering screams that slowly turn into whispers full of bitterness. His hands, now bloody from the scientist, shaking rapidly and trying to hold onto something - failing to do so. Barry has his arms intertwined with the Rouge's elbows, holding him behind while clinging to him and trying to calm him down.

But when he does get calm, it doesn't mean his brain is fully caught up with what happened exactly, so all they hear now, less shaky and unfocused, are the words of horrid truth that Boomer saw.

"...How could they do that? They took my boy-" this time only a few people freeze, Flash now slowly working his way to the ground with trembling Boomer in his arms. "They took my boy, he was only eight-! How could they? What did he do to deserve it?"

Floyd, water bottle in hand, gets closer to the man, brushing his wet from sweat hair up, showing his blurry green eyes clearer. Shark looks angrily at the bloodied up scientist for a second, a protective urge firing deep inside, before he gets on the floor next to the two, touching Digger without grabbing him, being more something to rest up on than anything.

And when he continues, this time words just... giving up, changing between sobs and empty anger, Harley joins up. She walks straight at him, until she's right in front of him, her shoes almost touching his. Steadily, she sits down right there, looks her friend in the eyes and waits for him to ground himself, doing her best to ignore the hurt sounds coming from him and the few words that crawl their way out of his closed up throat.

"...He was so small, y'know? His body was so light-" a sob shook him, making Barry change his hold, from holding him back to just having his arms around him and his head rest on his back. "They took him from my arms to check for pulse, but- but they didn't have to take him to the hospital - too late, they said. Too much blood, he stopped breathing fifteen minutes before their arrival. I couldn't get his blood out of my hands, it's still stuck under my nails- I need to, I need to wash my hands-"

Another attack of weeping stops him, while all they do is be here, for now. Somewhere in the back, the rest of the heroes takes care of Crane and talks to Flag, who has a grimace on his face and a glint of understanding in his eyes - it probably was in Boomer's files, knowing how they like to have all possible information. Doesn't make it less dehumanizing.

#idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #<3 #ssktjl #flash x captain boomerang #tw child death #tw murder #tw panic attack #tw panicking #captain boomerang #boomerflash #I know my dear anon that u intended on it being more angry than sad #but my boi is in shock #anon ask #tw voilence

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what exactly is 'the bad “woke movement'. you mean Disney's attempts at political correctness in their casting choice? describing it as "woke" is a serious misuse of black slang.

I was a bit confused at first since I have switched the subject out of the Disney Snow White controversy some times ago.

I am sorry to inform you that the use of "woke" as a deragoratory term to designate the people we once called ironically "Social-Justice Warriors" is actually not a "black slang" anymore. In fact I didn't even know it was supposed to be a "black slang" originally, my perception of it was that it was originally a term that was created on the Internet in a positive way, to designate people that were actually fighting against all sorts of discriminations and social problems, and opening their eyes to the wrongness of societies and modern age... Only to then be switched, by the Internet itself at first, and then by the media who took the word back, to be used as a designation of extreme social-justice warriors, or people who'se extreme self-righteousness, mixed with either hypocrisy or just ignorance, resulted in them coming of as a more mad or harmful than helpful.

If you do not like me using the term, unfortunately for you you'll have to go after pretty much every American media, then after after European media - and I am not even counting the politics of both America and Europe! The term "woke" has left its Internet-exclusivity a long time ago, and now is used even in non-English speaking countries (such as France) to designate the extremes to which some people or groups carry on the "social war". Now the thing to be careful of is that many extreme-right or very hateful people will use "woke" as a way to degrade or humiliate rightful defenders of things such as feminism, transgender rights, homosexuality, etc, etc... So I want to insist: I am not susbscribing to any extreme-right ideology, and I know very well they are using this term for their own negative agenda.

But I am not of the extreme-left either, and as someone who saw very well the dangers of any kind of extremes, I have to recognize that there is indeed a bad, extreme "woke" movement, that ranges from the ridiculous to the hateful. It exists. To imagine that all fights for the right reasons are done with the right means is to be too naive.

A very recent case - which is not woke, because it isn't about social justice or social blights, but about ecology, however it illustrates VERY well the stupidity and hypocrisy of some of these modern extreme groups. In France there is an extreme ecological group that has been making a lot of noise and some extreme actions to alert people and authorities about climate change and asking for something to be done. Interesting, right? Good, right? Except that their actions are VERY dubious in effect. For example some times ago they did protests related to, I think it was the droughts and water supply handlings? I can't recall exactly the why of the protest - but they did so by destroying entire fields and putting several farmers in difficult position because they had their entire crops gone. It wasn't some big mass-industrial farming, it wasn't genetically modified stuff, it was just your regular farmer with his fields, and he had his whole crops destroyed by the group's protect - which wasn't even aimed at him (if I recall there was something about them mistaking his field for another nearby, or something). Now my memory of this case is very blurry as you can see - but one other case popped up just two days ago so I can clearly tell you the problem this time: a few days ago, the group protested against the instalation of a toxic waste disposal site near a city and precisely near a river that passed by the water's city. To protest that and alert the city's citizens, they poured tons of products in the river's water that turned it bright, glowing green - to show them the fear of toxic products reaching them by the water.

But what's the twist of the story? To make the water bright green, they poured ACTUAL toxic chemicals and colorants in the water, which resulted in killing numerous fishes of the river. It went viral on the Internet, the whole "ecologists kill fishes" thing, but it shows how by ignorance (here ignorance of the toxicity of the products you use), those who fight against pollution become the pollution-makers themselves.

Now, that was not related to social things so "woke" isn't to be applied to them - but it is a good illustration of how fighting one extreme can lead to another. But if you want a case of "bad woke" actions I have a perfect one for you - which is from before the term "woke" was taken back by the media. It was something that happened in the French part of Canada (and in general when you want some misguided and extreme woke behavior, you can go to Canada, they are very talented here at misguided good actions). It was a gesture done by Christian (Catholic) religious groups, related to the whole dreadful rediscovery of the horrors of the special so-called "schools" they had prepared for First Nations kids. You know, the ones with mass graves and such. To show that they wanted to bury the past behind them and reject the discrimination of Native-Americans, they decided to collect all sorts of old classics of French childhood literature that had depictions of First Nations people deemed offensive (for example Lucky Luke and Asterix comic books)... and they burned it in a huge bonfire.

Of course, thats CERTAINLY the best way to prove you want to help the people you have persecuted and killed for so long: do not give them money, do not change the laws, do not actually do something for them, just become book-burners! That's CERTAINLY going to help and that's CERTAINLY going to make you the "good guys".

You see what I mean by the "bad woke" movement? It isn't a movement in itself, but just the extremes these attempts at "good" and fighting against discrimination can lead to. Sometimes to the point of just coming off as a new form of discrimination. Another case, that was in France, and done in Paris. I personally think that it was a dubious idea, and maybe someone will disagree with me, but it was a project brought forward - to handle the help provided to rape victims. The whole idea was that man should be banned of all groups, organizations and help systems brought to rape victims, because in the politician's words, women had to stay between themselves, and rape victims had to cut all ties with men to get better. Another similar dubious "woke" incident (it happened, just like the one above, in Paris, because Paris recently went through a wave of bad-woke incidents and propositions thanks to the local government in power), was when a "set of safe space" was created, from which men were banned - all men - and which only welcomed... "Women and transgenders". The phrasing and formula might seem weird, and that's literaly how it was said, and it took not a long time to understand the problem: it welcomed all transgenders, and all women, but banned all men. Aka: transgender men either had to be banned from it, because they were men (so they lied upon saying they welcomed all transgenders) ; either they were allowed in, but thus not recognized as actual "men" and still considered women.

You see how there's some good intentions buried down there, but in effect it is twisted and warped in another form of discrimination?

When it comes to my worries about the new Snow-White movie, it isn't about an active, harmful, reverse-discrimination type of "bad woke". But I do fear about the "accidentally harmful" and "plain ridiculous" bad-woke. To handle the idea that a character named "Snow-White" is black is something that needs carefulness and intelligence - and Disney's had the bluntness and grace of a hammer wielded by an angry bear recently. I have one precise fear for example that I keep repeating around: if they choose to still refer to Snow-White's name as a reference to the fact she has a lighter skin and thus is beautiful because of it, and given they have chosen an actress with a light skin tone - it can result in a scenario enacting "colorism" fully. Aka, a practice and set of worldviews put in place in the slavery and discrimination-era America, about how the lighter the Black person's skin, the "better" and more "beautiful" they were. This resulted in practices such as putting "lighter" Blacks above "darker" ones, for example choosing Black people with light skin to oversee "darker" slaves and the "lighter" ones being given a less harsh treatment than the others.

Its a whole another cesspool of discrimination born of the horror that was America in this era - but it is still something that Afro-American people fight against and dislike today, and something many media have been accused of doing by putting "lighter skinned" Black characters in the position of "prettier" or "better" characters than "darker skinned" ones.

No need to tell you the whole dwarf issue is also a big "bad woke movement" move on the part of Disney. To answer to a loud minority that thinks the dwarfs roles in Snow-White is backward and insulting, they simply decide to erase them from the story... Despite the role of the seven dwarfs being something that many actors with dwarfism enjoy and defend because it was often their first entry into the acting world, and despite the fact that the original Disney seven dwarfs were positive and complex characters that were far more compelling and powerful than many other Snow-White adaptations (in fact, that's the problem, the reason the dwarfs are seen as "backwards" today is because so many post-Disney adaptations reduced them to goofy, joke secondary characters as flat as a cardboard cut-out). There are tons of ways of making the dwarfs strong and badass and cool and powerful characters - and it has been done before. (Just remember how the dwarfs in the original Disney movie are the only ones who stand up to the evil queen, and the only ones who make her VISIBLY AFRAID as they hunt her down to kill her in revenge).

So we come with the mixed and complicated result we have: Because a role is deemed "problematic", it is erased and replaced - but as a result, erasing an opportunity for actors with dwarfism to become famous and appear in a big blockbuster seen by millions is perceived as discrimination against said actors with dwarfism, as they are replaced by so-called "normal" people. They could have simply worked on making the dwarfs' characters a badass role the actors could have had no shame of playing, and they could have just gone wth what the original movie did - make the dwarfs the true heroes and protagonist of the tale. But they rather decided to close the door and make actors with dwarfism even less visible on screen.

I hope it clarifies my whole position on the subject.

#answer #snow white #disney's snow white #woke #the bad woke movement #i am always a bit tired of having to mix politics and fairytales together #but it is something one cannot escape because fairytales are so widespread and powerful #they become political tools so regularly #it is amazing to see how throughout times so many cultures and governments used them politically #and kind of frightening too #there is matter for a whole research paper about the political nature of fairytales #but that's not for me to make i'm just here for lore and folklore #snow white live action

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