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yuquinzel · 1 year

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JEALOUSY LOOKS GOOD ON YOU. . . feat ⨾ blue lock!

ಣ𐬹𝆬 ─ content ⨾ fem!reader, just some headcanons of blue lock boys when someone hits on you in front of them :')

ಣ𐬹𝆬 ─ characters ⨾ rin, sae, nagi, isagi, reo, chigiri.

RIN — wants to set the guy on fire.

rin’s eyes are locked on your frame, and that lukewarm bastard who has the audacity to hit on you when he's around.

for a long moment, he simply watches in silence. the guy hasn't done anything besides throw casual compliments, laced with a flirtatious undertone that's beginning to get under rin's nerves. you've been politely but surely rejecting his advances.

if looks could kill, the guy would drop dead right now. but unfortunately, they can't— so it's only when he reaches out his hand to grasp yours, gaining the nerves to directly ask you out, that rin instead takes your hand in his.

entwining your fingers with his as he tugs you behind, rin's hold is protective —possessive— eyes shooting daggers at the guy and with a voice so dangerously low and dripping with venom, rin steps in front of you; shielding you from the eyes of the other guy and also prompting some distance. “fuck off and take the hint, you lukewarm fuckface. don't you dare get too close.”

the guy backs up 10m away.

SAE — absolutely shatters the guy's confidence.

sae is amused more than anything, he's watching— the guy trying his best to shoot his shot, fumbling with his words and shyly complimenting you. in all honesty, he doesn't really blame him.

it's even more amusing that you don't look interested at all, the idea that anyone besides him can even think that they have a chance with you is baffling to him.

oh but it's when the guy takes one step closer to you, and you reel back. it's as he's just beginning to ask you for your number that you feel a hand roughly grab the side of your jaw, and the sensation of sae's lips moving in sync on yours takes over your senses.

you're kissing him back by instinct, but sae's eyes travel to the guy frozen in his spot. something flashes in his eyes, and there's no words that exchange between anyone after that, sae had made his point very clear.

NAGI — intense staring until the guy leaves.

nagi is distracted, the bright red ‘game over’ blurring on his phone screen as he's glancing at you from across the room and some other guy talking.

he hadn't paid much attention to a nobody like that, didn't think to bother giving him much of his attention when he knows he's the one that's one your mind.

but he can't really help it that the guy is too loud for his own good, and he's not far enough to not be able to hear your conversation. nagi knows he's trying to flirt with you— by the way he's trying to inch closer. and he also knows you've been rejecting his advances— by the way you're distancing yourself.

you're uncomfortable— this is where nagi knows to step in, so that's when he walks over to you. you feel two strong arms drape around your frame, trapping you in a firm embrace. nagi rests his chin on your shoulder, pulling you closer into the warmth of his embrace, “eh, are you dumb? can't you take the hint? you're such a pain.”

you're a little dumbfounded at the apparent staring contest nagi has initiated, he doesn't say anything else. instead preferring to stare through the soul of the guy muttering something unintelligible as he begrudgingly leaves.

REO — makes it crystal clear you belong to him.

reo isn't jealous, definitely not. he's just confused, because he has his arm hooked around your waist keeping you tucked safe and sweet next to him. he's also absolutely sure his collar is exposing just enough of his skin for anyone to trace the fresh purple bruises— let them question it if they can.

so why exactly, is this guy so intent on complimenting you on your dress, something about the way he's saying you look gorgeous really twinges a nerve.

he's right, reo'll give him that. you look stunning in your evening gown, but he doesn't like that the compliment is from a nobody who doesn't deserve to be anywhere near you.

when the guy holds out his hand for you to take, asking you for a dance, it's then that reo realises he needs to mark what's his.

“alright sweetheart, i think it's time we leave.” he says, and you're taken aback when he leans in to press a kiss against your neck, lips hovering for seconds before he pulls back.

you're all too familiar of the way reo's gazing down at the man, a self assured smirk that says nothing but— “hand's off from what's mine.”

ISAGI — is the most mature about it.

isagi doesn't get jealous a lot, he's very secure in your relationship with him and he trusts you so much.

what he doesn't trust is the way this guy that has been trying to start a conversation with you for the past 15 minutes is looking at you.

it had been tolerable as long as it was just compliments and small talk, you weren't paying much attention him anyway. but it's been fifteen minutes now and the guy still won't leave, and as isagi can name it; his confidence is building up the longer he's there.

“maybe you and i could—” he's beginning to say, voice hopeful as he turns to you— only to be cut off by isagi.

“i don't think you can read the room, but she's taken. whatever you're asking of won't be possible, leave before you make her uncomfortable.” he says, eyes narrowing with each word. the guy huffs, and isagi raises his eyebrows, grabbing your wrist to pull you to him. the gesture speaks loud enough, the way isagi is staring down at the guy is firm and precise, daring the guy to try something.

some time after he leaves, isagi will be more attentive and careful around you, more protective and sweet. a lot more clingy than usual too, he's determined to not anyone steal his time with you.

CHIGIRI — no guy will flirt with you when chigiri is around.

but if by chance, there are some special cases where a particular airhead would have enough guts to hit on you when chigiri is around, then he's quick to shut them down before it gets too far.

his first instinct is to prefer to wait for the guy to come to his senses, pack up and leave eventually. you can feel the mood drop though, chigiri just waits in silence until the guy gets the hint.

but if that doesn't happen, and if someone dares to step closer to you more than what's appropriate, chigiri is there in seconds like a protective wall.

“back off, I'm her boyfriend.”

you don't get to see chigiri as serious as he is now very often, it's a rare right. but you'd be lying if you said it didn't give you butterflies when he tilts his head, a look of superiority flashes in his eyes as he watches the guy step away and scurry off.

when he turns to you, he's all sweet and romantic like you know him to be, peppering you with kisses and an apology if the guy made you uncomfortable.

possessive reo possessive reo possessive reo he's a need not a want.

#❀˖° ─ hana writes.#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi sae x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #mikage reo x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #rin x you #sae x you #nagi x you #isagi x you #chigiri x you #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock imagines #blue lock headcanons #blue lock fluff

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kysuguru · 6 months

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cuteness aggression — gojo satoru x fem!reader

synopsis : gojo gets cuteness aggression.

includes / cw : biting

all mine masterlist

a / n : wow… haha… sweats.. hey guys

gojo isn’t really the rough kinda guy. or he doesn’t think he is. when one first looks at gojo they’d instantly assume he was the soft, kind type. but through his behavior, they couldn’t be more wrong. yet he swears it’s the opposite! obviously feeding into an outsiders first impression of him.

for example, when it comes to fighting he’ll show off a bit, especially if the enemy is underestimating him, before he deals with the problem quickly, swiping his hands to rid himself of whatever imaginary dust laid in his palms. or when he’s poking fun at someone, he’s sly and cocky, a smirk stretching his lips that could easily make anyone irate.

nearly everyone disagrees with this, and to an even higher amount whenever you’re involved.

could they blame him? you were cute no matter what you were doing, especially when you looked up at him through your lashes, pouting slightly at his incessant teasing. he always had to resist the urge to squish your face and kiss your puckered lips until you were breathless.

though he never resisted the urge to bite your cheeks harshly, ignoring your whines about his saliva as he nibbled at the fat on your face.

you’d rub your cheeks, small impulsive tears in the corner of your eyes that you tried ever so hard to hold back — aware of the smug expression he’d adorn.

this wasn’t a rare occurrence. which means you should have your guard up, but you don’t — always naive, assuming he’d stop. you couldn’t be that cute, could you?

gojo begs to differ.

you’re sitting in your chair, getting ready for class before you see a shadow tower over you. your turn to see gojo, and blink up at him obliviously, sending him a sweet smile as you speak in your sweet voice, “good morning!”

it isn’t long before he’s cupping your face in his hands, tipping you up towards him as he nips at your red cheeks, giving them a small peck right after. you squeak at the feeling of his teeth on your skin, appalled by his audacity. you squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed at you pat at his chest.

geto’s scolding him for his behavior somewhere in the back, but he’s too focused on trying to satiate his cuteness aggression. you’re whining, pushing at his chest.

“gojo, you’re getting spit all over my face!! cut it out!”

he pulls back to kiss your face, mumbling, “if you really want me to stop, call me satoru.”

“satoru! please, class is gonna start soon!”

he hums, letting you know he heard you. yet he doesn’t pull away. you instantly realize you were tricked.

“ugh, satoru, you lying bastard!!”

it wasn’t long before geto grabs his blazer and harshly tugs him back. you don’t hesitate to get his saliva off your face, groaning while trying to hide how flustered you were.

you didn’t have the gall this time to berate him while asking why he did it, because his answer was always the same:

“you’re too cute to resist.”

and you’d be a bumbling mess, which was bad because he’d start nibbling at your face all over again, whispering against your cheek how you were only proving his point.

whoever said gojo wasn’t rough was a liar.

#stsg.am #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #🫐.jjk

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heartsforhavik · 5 months

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possession (yandere bi-han/sub-zero x reader)

warnings: mentions of blood and murder, bi-han is possessive

summary: yandere bi-han takes care of your shitty ex boyfriend. reader is gender neutral.

a/n: i haven’t written a yandere character in sooo long. i chose bi-han just bc he’s easy to write as a yandere :3 anyways next one i write will be a yandere smoke x reader so stay tuned

bi-han was always possessive over you. the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you were his. he carefully pretended to be your friend and then court you like a normal person, hiding his true colors.

he knew he would most likely scare you away if he showed his true colors too soon. he had to wait until he knew you’d never leave him. he had to be patient. but he couldn’t hold back anymore after he saw you crying.

“love.. why are you crying?” bi-han asked, gently holding you in his arms.

“it’s just..” you hesitated to tell him, knowing that he doesn’t know about your ex-boyfriend. you haven’t told him yet.

your boyfriend held you, waiting patiently for your answer, and getting ready to comfort you. if someone said something to make you cry, bi-han would rip out their spine and bring it to you. if it was anything else, he would just hold you for hours and not let go.

“my ex. i can’t stop thinking about all the shit he did to me.” you admitted, wiping your tears.

bi-han’s gaze turned cold. “your ex? who is he? what did he do to you?”

his grip on you tightened. he needed to know who it was. so he can teach the bastard a lesson.

he was also jealous of your ex. he got to hold you first, he got to kiss you first, and he got to call you his. but he fucked up by hurting you. bi-han will not let him live with those sins.

you told him all about your ex and what he did to you. you opened up to bi-han about all the trauma you endured because of your ex. and how he was the reason you were hesitant to get in another relationship.

bi-han struggled to stay calm. how dare he hurt you...

he had the audacity to hurt you? you’re so precious. so delicate, like a flower. you were so lucky to have bi-han as a boyfriend. he can protect you. he can hold you and keep you safe from harm.

“where is he?” bi-han asked, but it sounded more like a demand.

“i don’t know? he’s most likely at his house right now. why?” you questioned.

“give me his home location.” bi-han commanded.

you looked up at him in confusion. “huh?”

“don’t make me repeat myself.” bi-han sneered.

startled by his sudden anger, you blurted out your ex’s location. bi-han immediately got up and left to find the bastard and make him pay for what he did.

you couldn't sleep that night. bi-han left and still hadn't came back yet. did something happen to him?

you were worried sick, until you heard rustling and grunting outside. that had to be him, right? nobody else is awake at this time.

you walked outside, barely being able to see anything, but you saw your boyfriend slowly dragging something behind him.

"bi-han? what is that?" you whispered. your boyfriend stopped in his tracks when he heard your voice.

you took a closer look at what he was dragging. it was a dead body... but it was unrecognizable, almost as if it was beat to death. you assumed it was just some random guy the lin kuei killed, until you noticed the clothes. that dead body had your ex-boyfriend's clothes.

"by the gods.. did you kill-"

"he cannot hurt you anymore. he was a fool to put you through pain. i simply taught him a lesson. and now, you can live in peace. with me." bi-han interrupted, as he dropped the body and held you in his bloody arms.

you looked up at him, and he had a terrifying look in his eyes. this man enjoyed beating your ex to death.

"you know i will do anything for you," bi-han continued. "if i must get my hands dirty in your honor, then so be it. you need me, don’t you? without me, more people will target you and damage you. you're welcome, my flower."

he was trying to convince you not to leave him. how could you leave, when he just demonstrated what he is capable of when he is angry?

"i don't know about this, bi-han..." you whispered.

his eyebrows furrowed. "what do you mean? you know i can protect you, so why can't you trust me? if anything were to happen to you... i would tear the world apart. if you dare defy me, then i must teach you a lesson."

you panicked. you didn't want to end up like your ex. "no! i'm not defying you, love."

"good. it pleases me that you and i can live happily together now. nobody can hurt you while i am around. i will not let that happen." bi-han mumbled.

he meant every word he said. he will keep you safe from harm. he would never hurt you, so you must stay with him.

#mortal kombat 1 x reader #mk x reader #mk1 x reader #bi han #bi han sub zero #bi han x reader #bi han x you #sub zero #sub zero x reader #yandere bi han #yandere x reader #possessive yandere #yandere mortal kombat

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janeyseymour · 27 days

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Won't You Be... My Neighbor?- pt 1

@schemmentis threw out the idea of a reversal of LTN, so... here it is. I hope it delivers.

WC: ~3.3k

When Melissa Schemmenti had said “for better or for worse, til death do us part,” she had wholeheartedly meant it and believed it. She had seen the way that her parents had fallen out of love and divorced, and she swore that she would learn from their mistakes and find a real and true love- that she would fight for her love and her life, and that she would never end up the bitter divorcée like her mother, cursing the father of her child in front of said child.

But here she was doing everything she promised herself she wouldn’t and packing her bags along with her son’s after she caught Joe in bed with his babysitter. And then he had the audacity to tell her that they needed to divorce- that he was in love with Alyssa and couldn’t keep this charade going.

“Fuckin’ asshole,” Melissa grumbles as she hold her son on her hip. “Sleeping with the nanny… fuckin’ babysitter fucker.”

“Momma.”

“I’m sorry Joey,” the redhead mumbles as she presses a kiss to the little boy’s head. She curses the day she let her idiot of a husband convince her to name their son after him. “I’m sorry… Momma’s just… mad.”

“Really mad?” the newly four year old asks.

Melissa just nods once before continuing to pack their bags.

“Momma?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Where are we going?”

“We’re getting out of here,” the teacher sighs. “Daddy decided that we aren’t good enough for him anymore, and you know what? We’re better than him… so we’re leaving, and we’re goin’ to be real happy.”

The last thing that she packs before they leave for the night is the divorce papers. She shows up at Kristen Marie’s doorstep praying that her sister will be kind enough to let the two Schemmenti’s stay on her couch.

“Melissa? Joey?”

“Please don’t say his name,” Melissa groans as she rubs at her temple with the hand not holding her four year old. “I- I can’t right now without wanting to take my bat to that rat bastard’s car.”

“Rat bastard?” Joey echoes through a yawn. He reaches over for his aunt.

“Don’t repeat what Momma just said,” the blonde Schemmenti sister sighs as she takes the little boy into her arms. “What happened, Mel?”

“Asshole slept with the nanny, and then even after I forgave him for the sake of our son handed me divorce papers at dinner,” the redhead huffs. “Can we crash here on the couch for the night? If I have to look at him one more time tonight…”

“Stay as long as you need,” Kristen tells her sister as she roams further into her townhouse. “And you damn well know I ain’t letting you sleep on the couch when I have a perfectly good guest room.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” Melissa sighs softly. “Thank you.”

That was three months ago. In those three months, Joe had promised to give Melissa absolute hell when it came to the divorce and settling everything, claiming that Joe Jr. needed to be with his father. The redhead was adamant that their son, who she now called strictly “JJ”, would be staying with her. This divorce was getting intense and messy, and everything that the second grade teacher had hoped it wouldn’t be- but when there’s a small child involved, of course it would get messy.

In those three months though, the Schemmenti sisters had used their powers of knowing many different guys who were able to help throw together a decently sized apartment for cheap, and she was able to get a steal in terms of rent.

The two had just finished setting up JJ’s bedroom when Kristen Marie finally called it a day. And that leaves Melissa and her son. Her son who is absolutely starving and exhausted and not yet used to this new place that he was supposed to call home.

“Love,” the redhead sighs as she tries to soothe his wailing. The second grade teacher is positive that this place had thin walls, and her neighbors are going to hate her if he continued to cry like this.

“I want to go home!” JJ cries into his mother’s shoulder.

Melissa lets out a shaky breath. “This is home now.”

“No!” his little balled up fist collides with his mother’s shoulder blade. It takes everything in the redhead to not groan out in pain.

“JJ,” Melissa warns. “We do not hit Momma.”

“I don’t care!” he shouts as he does it again.

“Joseph Alexander,” the mother says sternly. She hates that her son shares a first name with his father, even more so now that they’re in the midst of a dirvorce.

The redhead closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Maybe we need to go on a walk. What do you think? I think that sounds like a great idea,” she thinks aloud. The woman knows that walking around with him while humming softly is almost a sure fire way to get him to fall asleep and stay asleep for at least thirty minutes while she makes dinner, and it has been the perfect way to lull him to sleep since he was born.

She steps out into the hallway and begins to bounce him gently as she walks up and down the hallway, mindlessly singing her favorite tunes softly. When she starts to sing “You Are My Sunshine” though, something else takes over in her body, and she can’t help the tears that form in her eyes. They fall down her cheeks so delicately, and with her son in her arms, she is unable wipe them away. There’s something different about the song now that her marriage had turned into a failed one, and Joe is truly trying to take her little boy, her sunshine, away.

And that’s when you just so happen to be making your way out of your own apartment from down the hall. You immediately hear the soft and sad tune that you’ve had memorized since you were little, and your gaze follows the voice. Your eyes land on a stunning redhead that you’ve never seen before who is holding a now sleeping little boy- and then you see that her eyes are sparkling with tears. Deciding not to overstep and say anything when it looks like this woman is clearly in distress, you simply wave at her gently with an encouraging smile before heading for the elevator.

Once Melissa is sure that JJ is out for at least a little bit, she heads back into the apartment and sets him on the couch. The mother drapes a blanket over her dozing son before pressing a soft kiss to his chubby little cheek and making her way into the kitchen.

It’s much later when you return back from the gym and freshen up in the shower. As you go to sit on the couch with a glass of wine to unwind for the night, you frown. Maybe you should check on that neighbor of yours. You’re familiar with everyone else who lives on your floor, so you know which door to knock on in order to find that beautiful emerald-eyed woman from earlier in the evening with a second glass of wine in hand to offer to the woman that you don’t know the name of.

Inside the apartment, Melissa is sitting on her new couch with a bowl of popcorn and a rather heavy pour of red wine as she watches her reality television show that she hasn’t had time to watch in the midst of the move.

Your knock startles her. It’s loud enough to get her attention, and she grabs the bat that sits next to her for protection. She approaches the door with her bat in hand.

“Who is it?” the redhead yells just loud enough for you to hear, but not loud enough to wake the little boy in the other room.

“You the woman that just moved in?” you call back.

“What’s it to you?!” she asks, and her grip on the bat just gets tighter, although she knows it’s probably nothing worth worrying about. Your voice was light and sweet, even at the volume you were using.

“Saw you had a kid. Was wondering if you needed help with anything. You looked real stressed.”

At that, she opens the door just a crack, and she recognizes you as the woman she saw a few hours earlier. Her bat lowers, and she opens it a bit more.

“The help would’ve been nice while I was moving in,” she retorts.

“Trust me, if I were around this last week, I would’ve offered to help,” you sigh softly. “Away for work… but it’s nice to meet you now.” You offer her the glass of rosé wine that you had brought from down the hall.

“I’m already ahead of you there,” she sighs with a bitter chuckle. “Thank you though.”

“Yeah,” you laugh softly as you tuck a hair behind your ear. Now that you can see her up close and personal, you see that she really is stunning- beautiful red hair, sparkling jade colored eyes, straight teeth, and you would be lying if you hadn’t stolen a glance at her figure. “I thought it might be a nice way to introduce myself and welcome you to the second floor. If I- If I had anything for your little boy, I would’ve brought it over too, but I wasn’t aware that the new neighbor had a little boy.”

She purses her lips. “You don’t gotta act like you care about the new neighbors.”

“I don’t,” you give her that. “But I always go out of my way to try to make the newbies feel welcome- especially when I see that the new neighbor is upset in the hallway with her little boy on my way to the gym.”

That gets Melissa’s false bravado to break just slightly. “Sorry if that disturbed you. It’s the only way I can get him to go down for a nap when he’s like this- all riled up from the move.”

You just raise a hand and shake your head gently. “No need to apologize. Your singing is a lot less disturbing than the sex I can hear my other neighbors having.”

The redhead can’t help but laugh at the ridiculous comment you just made. “I more meant his crying.”

“Little kids cry- my sister’s kid cries all the time. I’m used to it,” you chuckle softly. “Now seriously, do you need anything? How can I help?”

“I think I’m okay,” she tells you. “But I do appreciate the check in… Sorry I approached the door with a bat.”

You wave a hand in dismissal. “I get it. Being in West Philly by yourself as a woman can be scary- I have to admit I would’ve done the same thing.”

She just smirks at you.

“Well,” you sigh. “Have a good rest of your night, neighbor. Welcome to the second floor.”

You turn on your heel and start to head back down to your own apartment when her voice stops you. “Wait!” You turn back to face her. “I- I never got your name.”

“Y/N,” you smile at her.

“M- Melissa,” is all the redhead can stammer out as she takes a moment to memorize the name to the face. “And my son is JJ.”

“Well, it was really nice to meet you, Melissa. If you need me, I’m just two doors down at 208. Don’t be a stranger,” you wink at her before heading back into your own apartment.

The redhead stands there for a second, not quite knowing how to feel about you. You’re odd- the only Philadelphian who has given her the time of day, and then you wink at her? It’s different, and entirely the opposite of how most Philadelphians are, and somehow, she’s intrigued by you.

It’s the next day when you’re heading back from work that you stop at the Target on your way home to pick up groceries. When you pass the children’s section, you pause before turning your cart down that way. You throw a thing of Play-doh in before continuing down. If you run into Melissa today, you’ll give it to her for her son.

You do end up running into her as she’s trying to unlock her door. She has her son on her hip again, but she’s on the phone this time. She’s shouting into the phone as you pass her with the bags you’ve brought up. You dig through your bags before you hand her the little container filled with the clay for JJ, and she gives you an odd look. You just nod and smile before making your way into your apartment and unloading your groceries.

When there’s a knock on your door, you jump just slightly as you pull the handmade pizza out of the oven. You set the dinner on the stove before making your way over to the front door. You glance out of your peephole, and there is Melissa with JJ on her hip and giggling with glee as he plays with the Playdoh you bought for him.

“Hey,” you open the door with a smile.

“We thought we would just stop by and say thank you,” the woman bounces the little boy on her hip gently. He giggles, but his eyes don’t leave his hands. “JJ, say thank you to Miss Y/N.”

“Thank you!” he grins as his eyes finally leave the dough in his hands.

Your smile only gets softer as you see how adorable the little guy is. “You’re so welcome. I’m glad you like it!”

“Like it?! I love it!” JJ squeals and kicks his legs with glee. “It’s my favorite color too! How did you know I loved blue?!”

“Thank you,” Melissa tells you gently. “You really didn’t have to do that.”

“I didn’t have to,” you shrug. “But I wanted to.”

The emerald-eyed woman doesn’t quite know what else to say, so there’s a bit of an awkward silence that washes over the two of you.

“Would you two like to come in for dinner? I made homemade pizza,” you offer, hoping to cut the tension and perhaps get to spend a bit of time with your new neighbors from down the hall.

“Pizza?!” JJ’s eyes light up at the word.

Melissa looks down at her son. “Baby, I thought you wanted pasta.”

“But Momma, pizza!” he shouts with enthusiasm.

Green eyes meet yours, as if she’s trying to find whatever game your playing. But you look genuine with your invite. “Are you sure we wouldn’t be intruding?”

“Positive,” you tell her softly. “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure.”

Dinner is nice. Melissa is guarded at first, but her walls slowly come down as she truly sees that you have no malicious intention inviting her and her son in. JJ adores you immediately, telling his mother that he’s never had such good pizza. She has to admit too, your pizza is one of the best she’s had. She doesn’t know that your cousin owns a shop down the street, and you’ve tweaked his recipe to be better than the pies he sells.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you chuckle softly as you start to clean up the meal. Then you glance to his mother. “Care for another glass of wine?”

“As much as I would love to,” she sighs. “I’ve gotta get my little man to get bed.”

“Ah, yes,” you smile. “I totally understand. Well, thanks for coming over.”

“Thank you for having us,” the redhead says genuinely as she wipes the four year old’s face clean of the sauce that’s spread all over. She wipes his hands, and then holds out her own for him to take.

He doesn’t take her hand though, and he instead runs over to you and hugs your leg. Your hand immediately goes to his back and pats it gently with the softest smile on your face.

“Thank you, Miss Y/N.” JJ looks up with you, and his eyes sparkle the way his mother’s do.

“Of course, sweetheart,” you tell him gently, voice warm and smooth like butter. You crouch down to his height and hug him properly.

Melissa watches the two of you with a bit of a twinkle in her eye. She’s in awe of how well you handle him. You’re definitely younger than her, but you have such a way with JJ- maybe it’s because you have a niece or a nephew, she remembers.

You give him one last gentle squeeze before letting him go. “I think your momma’s waitin’ for you, hun.”

He giggles before running over to the redhead and lifting his arms up with a soft request for, “Uppy.” Of course, the mother settles him on her hip with ease, and she tosses a thank you over her shoulder as she makes her way towards your front door. Something stops her though, and she turns back around into the kitchen where you’re washing dishes.

“If you want, you can pop over any time after 7:30 for a glass of wine,” she tells you. “JJ will be down for the night by then.”

“I’ll see you at eight,” you tell her softly, and you wink at her again.

As Melissa tucks her son in for the night, she can’t help but wonder if you’ll show. There’s a big part of her that hopes that you’ll make your way down the hall, although she can’t quite place why she’s taken such an interest in you. She indeed has taken up an interest in you- you’re meek and mild, a sweet lady who has nothing but the best intentions from what she can see (and that’s quite hard for her to not be pessimistic about you, but you’ve managed to make her believe that you might just be good at the root of it all). You’re completely the opposite of her ex-husband and entirely not her type.

And at eight o’clock sharp, you show up at her door, a bottle of wine in hand.

“Hey,” you sigh softly when she opens the door for you. “I brought wine.”

“Wine’s on me, hun,” the redhead rolls her eyes. “You make dinner on a night where I really didn’t want to cook, so I provide the drinks after. What do you like?”

You shrug. “I’ll drink whatever.”

She pours a glass of red- and while you aren’t necessarily a fan of any type of red blend, you take it and sip on it. It tastes much better when it comes from someone as beautiful as her.

“So,” you start as you settle on her couch. “Do you wanna talk about that rather heated phone call I caught you in the middle of earlier today?”

She closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath.

“Hey,” you say gently, and you reach a hand out to lay over hers. “If you don’t wanna talk about it, we don’t gotta.”

“Shit soon-to-be ex-husband,” is all she says, and you immediately understand. The frown that washes over your face is one that you can’t hide.

“I’m sorry,” you tell her immediately.

She shrugs. “Caught him fucking the babysitter. He handed me the divorce papers three months ago, and now I’m in a damn custody battle over my son… like hell is he going to get JJ.”

“Custody battle?”

“Yeah,” the redhead groans. “And my lawyer is taking his sweet ol’ time, so right now, I’m shit out of luck.”

“I- I may be able to help you with that one,” you tell her. Her brows raise, and that’s when you reveal what you do for a profession. “I’m a lawyer… specifically in family court.”

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seravphs · 10 months

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — MIYA ATSUMU x FEM READER

When you started dating Atsumu, you swore to never be the annoying gym couple, and yet here you are.

wc — 700

tags — fluff, most unserious relationship ever

The soft grunts from the other side of the gym were really getting to you. Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look, you repeat to yourself - until another bitten off curse draws your attention to the man determined to be the death of you.

Across the row of barbells, Miya Atsumu brings the hem of his shirt to his face to swipe off the drop of sweat clinging to his chin. In the mirror behind him, the muscles of his back ripple with each movement, causing your throat dry up.

As soon as you register what you’re doing, your brain stutters and you immediately whip around, trying to ignore the low chuckle behind you.

Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing and he was enjoying it, eating up every second of attention you were giving him.

Gritting your teeth, you focus on another set of push ups, keeping your core tight. It’s working, for a bit, your mind clearing as all your energy goes to keeping you in the proper form. All of that effort goes to shit when he walks past you.

Legs.

That’s the first, and for several minutes, only thought in your head.

Thighs.

You want him to crush you between them.

His muscles could have been sculpted by the gods, and the effect it has on you - well. You had to check if you were still breathing. He laughs again, and you try to discreetly draw the back of your hand against your face in case you were drooling.

In front of you, Atsumu, the bastard, purposefully lowers himself to the floor in an effortless split.

Oh, god.

He was flexible. You tear your eyes away from his broad chest, ignoring his Cheshire cat smirk. He got you again, but you were determined not to let it happen a third time.

This was a competition, and you were going to win. Two could play at that game.

Running sucks. It gets you sweaty and hot and tired faster than any other exercise, and you swear the treadmill has it out for you. It never works quite right when you’re on it, but damn if you don’t look good with your hair bouncing. You’re well aware of how amazing you look in the glow of runner’s high.

Someone else is, too. Behind you, Atsumu trips over his own feet and crashes into the rack of barbells, earning him the ire of multiple frat boys. Even as he’s being scolded, he looks love struck and dazed, eyes only for you.

It’s incredibly gratifying. You waste the entire session flirting with Atsumu while he continues to be horrifying, distractingly hot in your general direction.

The audacity of him.

Of course, someone has to ruin it. Atsumu isn’t the only one noticing how good you look running.

As you’re checking the miles, a hand shoots out to hit the off button. At first, you turn with a smile, expecting it to be a mistake, but it slides off your face instantly at the condescending next words. You slow to a stop with the treadmill.

“Hey, sweetheart. Need a few tips?”

“No, thank you.”

“Come on, babe-“

“Not your babe.”

“Don’t be like that. Why don’t you give me your number?”

“She said no, dude.” Atsumu comes up behind you, heat radiating off him. He’s not close enough to touch, and yet, his solid presence is more than enough to make you feel more secure.

“I didn’t ask you,” the random gym rat snaps.

Atsumu rolls his eyes. “She wouldn’t be interested in ya anyway. Word of advice, buddy? Ya should just give up now.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because-“ He yells in surprise as you, sick of this conversation, pull him down for a kiss. Initially shocked, he melts into you as he always does, bringing his hands up to your face to cradle your cheeks tenderly. For a minute after you break away, you just lean your foreheads together, staring into his eyes.

Then you wrinkle your nose. “Ugh, you’re sweaty.”

“Babe!”

You turn back to the man with a grin. “I’m not interested because he’s my boyfriend.”

Atsumu smirks behind you, arms crossed.

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thedarkreunion69 · 6 months

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The Deal

Bully!Gojo Satoru × Fem!Reader

SMUT 18+ (1.7k)

Where you find yourself making a special deal with your bully

🔞NSFW🔞 kissing, oral f!receiving, vaginal fingering, protected sex

"Where are you running off to princess?"

Here he is again, Gojo Satoru. The golden boy of your college. Tall and muscular guy with his ego in the clouds. He has been tormenting you since the start of college, and now you're in the last year.

"What do you want?" You don't even bother looking at him and just arrange your books in your locker.

"It's always a pleasure to see you too princess, Miss me much? " Gojo says in a cocky tone which makes your blood boil.

"Oh shut up, and stop stalking me for once" You reply while closing your locker and finally facing him. He had a smug grin which you just wanted to slap off his face.

"I'm not stalking you princess, I'm just observing you." He says and leans against the locker, his large frame blocking your path.

"Well then stop observing me, I'm not some science experiment. Go and bother the girls who actually give a shit about you" You say while crossing your arms and staring right at him.

"You know... if you let me fuck you just once, maybe I'll stop making fun of you."

Did he really say that? Did he really had the audacity to say that?

"I'm sorry what?" Your eyes were widen in shock still comprehending what you just heard. Did the guy who did nothing but bully you all these years said he wants to fuck you?

"You heard me princess, Let's fuck" He says nonchalantly.

"Are you out of your mind or something? Why would I wanna fuck you?" You had no idea what happened to him all of the sudden. Yesterday he was making fun of you and now all of the sudden he wants to sleep with you?

"Because it's the last year of college and you're still a virgin, princess. Oh and I also overheard you fucking yourself with that dildo of yours last night. I can tell it's not doing much for you" Gojo says with a smirk.

You were speechless. "Excuse me? That's none of your business! And how the hell do you even know about my personal stuff?!?"

"The walls of the dorm are pretty thin you know? And I also remember your friend giving you a dildo on your birthday, so I figured it out. Anyways I think I can do much better than that piece of silicone" The white haired man says smugly.

"And why the hell should I give away my virginity to you of all people?" You look at him while frowning.

"Because" Gojo says, his voice low and seductive now. "I promise it would feel much better when it's done by someone who knows what they're doing." He smirks, knowing he has you hooked.

You could feel your cheeks heating up. This bastard.

"But we hate eachother, why do you wanna fuck me? What would you get in return?" You knew that Gojo Satoru would never do anything unless he gets something in return.

"Oh princess, I don't hate you" Gojo says, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I just wanna help you loose your virginity, or maybe I just wanna fuck that attitude outta you. You never know"

"So you just wanna fuck me because you have some fetish for virgins?" You remember how some of your classmates used to say that Gojo would sleep with you and disappear the next moment.

"You misunderstood, princess" Gojo says, leaning down so your faces are inches apart. "I don't just want to fuck you. I want to make you mine. And trust me, once I've had a taste of you, there won't be anyone else who can compare."

"How many girls have you said the same thing to?" You knew Gojo was the typical playboy, He finds a girl to fuck, and then leaves her the next second.

"The fact that you doubt me only fuels my determination," Gojo says, his smirk growing wider. "But to answer your question, none of them were as stubbornly resistant as you."

"I wanna loose my virginity to someone who actually cares, not some playboy who just wanna fuck me for fun" You wanted to resist him so bad, but the way his blue eyes were piercing into yours was making it a lot difficult.

"You're wrong" Gojo insists, stepping closer. "I promise you, I care more about making you mine than just another conquest." His voice lowers, filled with an intensity that makes your heart race "Give me a chance to prove it."

You knew this was wrong. He was your bully, the man you hated all throughout you college. But he was also the man you had a secret crush on. When the most handsome guy of all college comes up to you and offers to take away your virginity, what are you supposed to do?

"Fine. 9pm, my dorm. Don't forget to bring condoms"

"I'll be there," Gojo promises, his gaze lingering on your backside as you walk away. He couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and satisfaction at their arrangement. Tonight was going to be incredible.

As the clock struck nine, Gojo found himself standing outside the designated dorm room. His heart raced with anticipation as he knocked on the door. He'd spent the entire day thinking about this moment, wondering how you would look the moment he claims you.

"You look beautiful" Gojo says as you open the door and let him in.

"Just to be clear, I don't like you or anything. I'm just doing this because I want to loose my virginity before college ends. Understood?" You lie effortlessly. You didn't want to fuel his ego by letting him know about your feelings.

"Yes ma'am" Gojo said, his voice even. "And I promise you won't regret this." He winks

"Did you bring the condoms?" You sit back on the bed and look upto his tall figure.

"Yes, I did" Gojo confirm, pulling them out of his pocket and placing them on the bedside table.

"Let's start by some kissing first princess" Gojo says softly, leaning down to capture yout lips in a slow, deep kiss. His hands begin to roam around your body, tracing every curve.

You find yourself kissing him back and giving into the the situation.

As the kiss deepens, Gojo's hands slide up your dress, feeling the smooth skin of your thighs and stomach. "You're so fucking beautiful"

Gojo moans into the kiss, his desire for you growing stronger by the second. His hands continue their exploration, finally reaching the hem of your dress and sliding it upwards, revealing your perfect body to him for the first time.

As your bodies continue to press together, his hands slide up your thighs and to the edge of your panties, slipping them down. He groans into the kiss as he finally gets a look at what he's been dreaming about for so long.

He starts to tease your folds with his slender fingers while he effortlessly unhooks your bra with one hand. He leans down and licks each of your nipples, flicking them with his tongue and sucking.

He starts to rub your clit while sucking your nipples in his mouth. You can't help but moan at the overwhelming situation.

"Wanna taste you so bad princess" He gazes down over your wet folds, his desire for you reaching its peak, Gojo finally positions himself between your legs. He kisses along your inner thighs, teasing your sensitive skin before finally claiming you with his mouth.

The sensation sent a jolt of electricity throughout your body making you moan his name. "Gojo!"

"Satoru, It's Satoru princess" He sucks and licks your clit, using his tongue to tease your sensitive bud. As he continues, he starts to slide two fingers inside of you, stretching and filling you.

"S-Satoru! a-ah fuck!" Your back arches off the bed as you start to feel a knot tighten in your stomach

Feeling your body react so powerfully to his touch, Gojo increases the intensity of his actions. His fingers thrust deeper inside you while he sucks harder on your clit, seeking to bring you to the peak of pleasure.

"S-Shit Satoru gonna c-cum!" You grip tightly on his hair while your thighs squeeze his head under them.

"Cum for me baby, cum hard," Gojo growls as he continues to lap at your clit, his other hand sliding down to rub your sensitive G-spot.

Youd cries of pleasure fill the room as you finally experiences the most intense orgasm of your life.

He wastes no time to get in position and align his throbbing cock with your entrance and quickly rolls on the condom "Ready for my cock now princess?"

You nod and hook your arms around his neck for support. You couldn't believe this was happening as you looked deep into his eyes. He leans down to capture your lips in a deep kiss and slowly thrusts himself inside. You could feel your walls burning due to his size. "Shit you're so tight baby"

"It'll hurt a bit but it'll be fine princess" He starts to kiss and lick all over your neck while slowly moving his cock inside.

You find yourself adjusting to his size as he increased his pace.

Feeling your tightness around him, Gojo starts to move faster, his hips slamming against yours in a primal rhythm. He leans down, capturing your lips again as he takes you harder.

Your passionate kisses mingle with Your ragged breaths as you both lose themselves in the intense pleasure of the lovemaking. Gojo's eyes roll back into his head, feeling your body clench around him—your orgasm triggering his own.

As he feels your walls pulsing around him, Gojo's muscles tense and he releases his seed, filling the condom to the brim.

He pulls out and throws away the condom and kisses you softly, laying down by your side. "You were so good princess"

'He'll be gone by the morning' You remember your classmates who slept with him previously telling you. 'He never stays the night, he fucks and he leaves' You remember another girl telling you.

Yet you find him sleeping next to you, his face buried in your breasts as the morning sun shines through the window.

A/N- I hope you guys enjoyed it. And thankyou for reading

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leeneir · 3 months

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Look At Me Please 2.0; Possesive Yandere!Iso x Reader

To those that have given me reqs, I'm terribly sorry for not getting them out yet. My writer's block is such a pain💔 I promise I'm constantly thinking abt them tho and tryna brainstorm but my creative well is nonexistent dibdjs

Anywho, this is a continuation of the last Yandere Iso hc post! Highly recommend that you read the first! :]

Iso didn’t go through with his plans against Yoru that day because he was too happy about going on that date, but that doesn’t mean he forgot. Around a week after your boba date with him, you found Yoru with a serious injury being nursed back to health by Sage, when you asked what happened, he told you to leave. Perhaps a matter of pride?

You bring up the concern with your new boyfriend, Iso. When he responds, he doesn’t sound sympathetic. It wasn’t strange, he barely showed expressive emotion, and he didn’t have the best interactions with Yoru, so you assumed he didn’t really care because they weren’t the greatest friends.

In reality, Iso was fuming that you were concerned about that stupid cocky bastard and how he snapped at you like that. How dare that shit head take your emotions for granted? Sure, he’s the reason Yoru was injured in the first place, but the audacity Yoru had to brush you off. He’ll have to do more damage later.

The day you told Iso you loved him for the first time, something about him changed. He wasn’t shy anymore, he was always initiating intimacy, trying to give you kisses, holding your hand, and overall just a lot more doting and servicing you.

Oh, you’re tired? How could he let this happen! Iso shuts the rest of the world out with both of you in either his or your room, he already put both of your requests for a day off.

Very insistent about sleeping in the same room, you won’t do anything too intimate, he just wants to be with you for the rest of your life night.

At some point, everything becomes a reminder of you. The bare walls of the HQ, the houseplants put around the facility by Skye and Sage, the air that he breaths, he couldn’t get enough of anything.

ALWAYS holding you somewhere. Whether it be on the shoulder while youre talking to someone, the arm, your back, your leg while you're sitting, etc. Iso likes having a hand on you as a way to say “Mine.” to the others.

Every day has a new gift. Your room is starting to get crowded with all of the things he gets for you, Iso has already requested Brimstone to extend your room to make some space.

Man’s is rich and just loves spoiling you. Even if it’s just your favorite snack, or a new piece of clothing, he will literally get anything you want. If you mentioned something you even hinted you’d like, expect to receive it in the following hours to a day. He ordered it with overnight shipping.

Your assigned on a mission and he isn’t sent with you? Oh no!! Someone on the strike team got injured from training, what will we ever do? Everyone else happens to be unavailable for some unknown reasons, except Iso.

During the mission when you request a gun, he’ll immediately get it for you and snap at anyone else who even tries to get it first. Iso kisses you on the forehead before going to his position.

You had to apologize to Reyna for his behavior, she told you that his heart revealed that he wasn’t the good person you thought he was. Which was strange. How was the admiring and loving Iso not who he appeared to be?

One day, have an argument with Iso about going to training with Gekko and the others. He said that there was no need for you to go with them when the two of you could train together later.

You didn’t understand why Iso was so upset, you were just gonna do a few mock battles with other people, what's so wrong with that? You could train with him later too if he wanted to. You brushed him off anyway, finding his attitude very childish right now. Suddenly, he grabs your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t look at them.” He ordered.

Before you could get a word out, your eyes met his, and you could see the intensity and possession in his eyes which glowed brighter than they normally did. It was terrifying.

You say his name, and suddenly he snaps out of it, letting you go and apologizing profusely. He starts tearing up a bit and saying that he shouldn’t have done that and keeps apologizing, stepping away from you and not letting himself hold you.

You feel guilty when he looks down at his hands, as if there was fresh blood on them, as if he’d just destroyed something precious. You couldn’t help but pull him in for a hug and apologize too. He tries to pull away, saying that he was a horrible person, but you don’t let that happen. So, he embraces you back, burying his face in your neck.

You could tell he was genuinely upset, and reassured him that he wasn’t bad and that you’ll be with him. He doesn’t need to worry about anything, you’ll put off training with the others for another time and stay with him for the rest of the day. He sniffles, pulling you in closer.

What you couldn’t see since his face was on your shoulder was the malicious expression at his successful attempt at keeping you to himself. Hook, line, and sinker.

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nyimasu · 1 year

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───── 𝑃𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑇 𝐼𝑇 𝐵𝐿𝐴𝐶𝐾

PAIRING — yoshida hirofumi x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS — it just so happens that you and yoshida have been crushing on each other for some time and now it's time to take it up a notch.

CW — reader is a civilian, aki is really salty here y'all but deep down he's a cinnamon roll <3, canon universe (slight differences), mutual pining, wet dreams, blindfolds, multiple orgasms, creampie, monsterfucking at the end but nothing serious yet

WC — 4.9k ;; cross-posted on ao3

ANYA'S CORNER — all characters are aged up here and well, this might as well be the first of other fics about yoshida *sighs* time will tell but i hope you enjoy this in the meantime!

"Oh, God. What the fuck did you do to your hair now?"

"And good morning to you too, Aki. Today you are bitchier than usual. Did the Fox Devil pee in your bed this morning?"

He gives you the finger, then unties your hair just to let out a frustrated grunt two seconds later. Despite what everyone thinks, you and the boy by your side are just best friends. Actually, more like platonic soulmates. Sometimes you wonder where you end and he begins and vice versa.

What led most of them to think so is Aki's antics. He's quite physical with you: kisses on the cheek, hugs, casual ass honking, you name it.

No matter the circumstance, you are always within reach for him to tease.

But this time around he does so much more than that.

"I get it: you wanted a fresh start after what that bastard did to you. You should’ve let me beat some sense into them, as I suggested to you when you were sobbing in my lap, and save your scalp from a mental breakdown at 3 AM in our bathroom. I would've never imagined it was this bad.

Just- do you smell it? Ugh. The chemicals are burning my nose.

I’m about to barf."

"Come on, don’t be such a baby. It’s not that bad."

Aki catches a strand of your hair between his fingers and tugs at it, annoyed. Its white-silvery hue is glossy, and unbeknownst to you both, the texture isn't so frizzy, either. But the stink of bleach is still here, haunting your best friend’s nostrils.

"After the shift you better go home and wash your hair again. I won’t come near you a minute longer if you ignore me."

"Will you stop patronising me if I say yes, you Karen?"

He eyes you, expression blank. He gives nothing away as he deadpans, "Probably."

"Still better than hearing you ramble like a grumpy old man, anyway." you walk past him hiding your smile before he can reply and go in the back, getting ready to start another day.

You both work as bartenders/waiters in a cute cafeteria nearby the college you and him go to. The paycheck is good and combined, you and the boy are able to make ends meet smoothly.

The only downside is the total lack of spare time: the moment your shift ends, Hayakawa has to hurry up and start his. Most of the time, you two have to work side by side during the busiest hours of the day, all due to your boss’ laziness in scheduling decent shifts.

The only moments you can talk a bit without worries are the ones outside the flat, college and in front of the lockers in the back of the cafeteria.

However, that day you feel good.Really good. You haven’t felt that way since your partner — now ex-partner — dumped you right in front of your family’s house three months earlier.

“My family doesn’t think you’re the one for me. You know what they say about those who don’t meet their standards, don't you? And you're so... weird. Yeah, you'll never be good enough for them.

We should stop our relationship before it gets any further.”

The idiot had the audacity to use their own relatives to cover their ass behind such blame excuses to justify cowardice. They didn’t want to commit, you could see that in those eyes you once found difficult to look away from.

When you did, it was too late. Your heart had already been broken.

On top of that, you are going to see them for the rest of the year; they are two years ahead of you and Aki, but they still attend some of your classes, as well. Moreover, you always see each other at the entrance every morning.

It's torture, looking at them living their best life whereas yours is still drowning in nostalgic waters.

Your hand closes around the uniform you have in the locker. The thin fabric of the plain black shirt cracks as you wear it, soon after joined by a tight pair of white jeans.

Then your eyes fixates on the shoes you're supposed to wear and let scoff, "Hell no, I won’t wear these infernal devices today."

The polished high-heels in the cabinet stare right back at you as you finish to dress up, even as you close the locker and head back to the counter. No need for them today.

Aki is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, waiting. The moment you brush past him, his big hand takes one of yours to place them on his heart.

His pretty eyes scanned your figure once more, searching for any sign of distress as he breathes, "Are you really okay?"

Your gaze softened. "I’m more than okay, Aki. Stop worrying about me."

"How can I? It’s what best friends do: looking out for each other."

"And your best friend is telling you that she’s fine." you yank at the ends of his topknot with your free hand and smile, "Besides, today is a new day. From now on, I want to be a better version of myself.

They won’t have anything of mine anymore."

You both walk back but before any of you can do another step, the boy corners your body with his. Your back collides with the cold surface of the counter, yet the warmth in the eyes of your best friend makes up for it. His height engulfs yours by a lot, so it's no big deal for him to tower - no, hover - over you.

He stretches out a hand, fingers lightly grazing your cheeks. "Promise?"

"Yes, I promise. Let's get to work, now."

Your hand covers his for a split second and he finally nods, planting a kiss on your forehead as he lets you circle him to take position by his side.

There is no way he would give up so easily. He's up to something.

You want to investigate some more but it's not the right moment for it. Being it is almost opening time, and there are a lot of people already behind the glassy doors, students, mostly, you decide to postpone. If he's going behind your back-

The doors open right at that moment, and the momentum cuts off your thoughts. For now.

You are smiling a lot that morning and it doesn't go unnoticed.

The rings on your hands don't, either.

Some regular customers even dare to slip their phone numbers in the cash they hand you over to pay, grazing your slender fingers to catch a glimpse of the shiny bands wrapped around them, but you always turn them down with a shy smile.

The stares you can handle, but nothing more.

You make small chats with everyone passing by the register and at some point you must’ve gone to tie your hair into the usual bun because Aki’s slaps on your thigh stops you halfway.

Turning, you look at him, puzzled. "What?"

The boy looks at you up and down twice before replying, "That colour looks gorgeous on you. Keep your hair down."

"You should do the same, Pineapple Head." you reply, genuinely confused because to be honest, he is prettier than you with his hair that way.

The look your best friend gives you is murderous before nodding at the next client who walks to you you. And with that, the conversation hangs over your heads again.

That day, lots of students and teachers come to grab something to eat before rushing back to classes. But what surprises you the most is to see a familiar face among the group who just walked in, settling in a table not far from the bar counter.

Aaand goodbye good vibes.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Aki, don’t." you hiss, hand already reaching for the boy's. His knuckles turn white as his eyes melts your ex's chair, the idiot looking up right then. Seeing you and Aki, however, has them immediately bend their head forward and avoid your gaze. Pathetic.

Already feeling what's about to happen, you grab Aki by his bare arm and hiss, "Don’t do anything stupid."

"I won’t," his blue eyes pierce right through you and clarifies with a short, "Not in public, anyway. The same goes for you.»

"As much as I hate to admit it, they're a client. They must be respected even if they’re in the wrong.

But that won't stop me from being salty."

You leave without looking back, heading towards the rather noisy group. As soon as they see you coming their way, everyone stops whatever they're doing and stare at your silhouette. The one who doesn’t even flinch is the one who should’ve hidden behind the table, on their knees.

Their eyes lock with yours while one of their hands strokes a girl’s thigh right beside them.

So they were already with someone else, uh? Judging by looks alone, she's a far more “normal” fit than you've ever ever been.

Do they really think something like that would hurt you, after everything they said to you?

"Hello, eveyone. Are you ready to order?"

The friends who snap out of their minds first order straightway, while the person you thought you loved till some months before take their time, talking with the short brunette whose hand is now an inch away from their thigh. Then, acting as if you just arrived there, your ex turn to tell you what they both want.

You write it down quickly, adding ‘spit in their hamburger ♡’ right next to the order.

"I see you dyed your hair and got a new tattoo. Seems like I dodged a fucking oddball, after all."

You put down the digital pen and shoot your ex a customer smile. Finally the other shoe has dropped.

"You know what’s funny about oddballs? You never know where they’ll hit next. Next time it might be your face, how about that?"

You feel one of their friends trying to trip you. The reason why they do it? No idea… until you step on the foot that almost have you face-first on the floor, pushing on it with your whole weight.

"Hey, you stepped on my foot!"

You pin the boy next to your ex with your gaze, "I could do so much worse than this, but I won’t. You know why?» you lean closer and sigh. "You’re a client. I can’t do anything tangible now, but wait until my shift is over. I’ll shove my leg so far down your throat you’ll suff-"

"I’m taking it from here.

Go."

Aki’s chest crashing against your back cuts you off. Turning, you see him looking at the group with a customer smile. A real one.

Then his fingers take a hold of the tablet still in your hands with one, smooth move. You go to snap back at him, but you know better than being too petty.

If he hadn’t stepped in, you would’ve ended up picking a fight that would cost you the job and a demerit note.

The implications in his tone snap you out of it. Your eyes set on him as you smile, just as you apply more pressure on the boy's foor.

"Of course. I’ll be at the bar if you need me."

The blonde-haired stranger curses you out but does nothing else to stop you again. You don't look back, not even when you hear the chick next to your ex speak ill of you. It should’ve hurt your feelings, but that girl looks so naive that you actually feel bad for her. She's too caught up in your ex's spell to understand that they are just using her for sex.

What a disappointment your ex turned out to be.

The moment your best friend comes back to the counter, any sense of anger and annoyance has left you.

Clients keep you busy until you manage to push your ex’s presence in the darkest corner of your mind. Saying you are grateful to them is an understatement.

Time goes by pretty quickly and before you know it, it's almost lunch time. Meaning you are about to end your shift.

Despite this, once you have some time to talk, the tall boy next to you turns on his heels so abruptly you swear you hear his bones crack.

Aki is speaking through his teeth when he whispers, "What the hell was that? Are you trying to get fired or what?"

Your hand reaches Aki’s to press it against your chest. "I could never leave you and your pretty face all alone in a place like this, Hayakawa. But that bastard still has the power to push my buttons all at once and I just can’t stand the sight of them. And that poor girl… I feel sorry for her."

"Your ex is not your problem any longer, remember? You finally get to live your life away from that shithead."

All of a sudden, Aki isn't looking at you anymore. His attention shifts on a group of people that is walking in now, and you look at them too from above your shoulder. The five of them are so beautiful that the people still in the cafeteria turn to stare at them.

But most importantly, they are deadly.

You recognise their uniforms, how could you not? Devil Hunters are a big deal, especially around colleges and other crowded places. Most of the devils’ attacks affect those ones, so at least a couple of them are always around to patrol the area and call the police in case of need.

Something in your best friend’s gaze set off all your alarms and you push him away. "You know them."

"Oh, we both do." he deadpans, fingers itching to grab the cigarette pack in his pocket. He still have three hours left before he can go on break, so he can't really sit out this one.

You snap your fingers in front of him to get his attention and when you do, he raises an eyebrow, unfazed. The one who's boiling is you and you alone, and you implode with an esasperate sigh.

"So this is what you’ve been up to, uhm?"

Aki cracks his fingers. "I don’t like the accusations you’re trying to make."

"Oh, bite me. Don’t tell me I wouldn’t notice you looking at the door like a teenager in love waiting for their sweetheart to show up.

Come on, what is it?"

Aki leans against the counter, bringing you closer to him. "If I promise to tell you this, will you do something for me in return?"

Oh-oh. Every time he asks you to do him a favour, you end up tangled in things bigger than you.

As if he reads your mind, Aki rolls his eyes. "Nothing complicated, I promise."

You fold with a scoff, arms crossed on the chest. "Fine. What do you want?"

He tries to fight back a smile. Unusual, for Aki Hayakawa rarely holds back on his happiness. Not anymore.

When he first met you, five years ago, his perception of life turned upside down. Including his view on showing emotions.

"I have this friend… hey, listen to me before saying anything, okay?" his thumb draws little doodles on the counter's space close to you.

"Like I was saying, I have this friend who’s always been kinda into you. I wouldn’t mingle if I wasn’t sure he might be a good influence in your life.

You know how protective I am of you."

This time you're the one to raise an eyebrow, suddenly feeling self-aware. "So you want me to go on a date with him or something?"

His eyes widens in shock. You fear he might have a heart attack if he keeps staring at you like a lunatic on stereoids.

"Woah. You’re the one who suggested it, not me. I was going to ask you if you could do me the courtesy of grabbing a coffee with him, just to chat, but you went all in by yourself. I won’t be the one to change your mind, now."

You say nothing for a while. Rather, you glance at the table the Devil Hunters are at to see what all the fuss is about.

Three girls and two boys are chatting, and the closest to the counter are a boy with sandy hair and a girl with strawberry locks. Her horns look so cute but on a second glance, their pointed edges look very sharp. A Fiend, you correct yourself.

Another young woman with pitch-black locks that descend on her face like silk curtains sits across them, right next to the tallest girl out of the three. She wears her long, blonde hair in a ponytail and out of the bunch, she seems to be the most stoic one. An eye patch covers her right eye, but that doesn't mean she has her guard down.

As for the rest, you can tell they are quite unique: the boy with red hair is stunning, achingly so. He looks like an angel- Wait.

"No-"

Aki nods, suddenly serious. "Yes. They are part of the same division I was in a few years ago. The one you convinced me to step back from when we got into college.

If you look closely, I’m sure you’ll recognise some."

Aside from Chainsaw Man — you got the chills just thinking about his true devil form — the Blood Fiend, Quanxi, the Angel and War Devil there is another person in the group. One you came across many times when you went to Public Safety’s Headquarters to hang out with Aki.

His dark eyes land on you just as you smack away your best friend's hand. By the time you regain your posture and finish staring at Aki, you turn and a scream build up in your throat.

The woman with the eye patch is now sitting at the bar counter, legs crossed and her gorgeous face resting on a hand.

She's fast.

Shitty human reflexes.

Her voice tone is quiet yet adamatine as she says, "Hello there. So you’re the one who convinced Aki to quit Public Safety."

You gulp and wonder if she hears it. Probably yes.

"H-hello, Lady Quanxi. I never thought I’d have the pleasure to make your acquaintance. And well, I wouldn’t say I forced him or something.

I just gave him a little push, that’s all."

She waves a hand in your direction, then looks at the tall boy next to you. "She’s cute, Hayakawa. Too cute for this world, I might say. Are you sure that she is your best friend? You seem too grumpy to have someone this cheerful around that can suck up with your dry sense of humour."

Your best friend exhales sharply, staring back at The First Devil Hunter without blinking. You don't dare to laugh, but a small snicker escapes you nonetheless.

It's as if you are watching an older sister scold her younger brother.

"Of course she is. And she's too cute for you, Quanxi. Hands off her, please."

The woman raises her hands, then returns to the table at human speed. After she does so, your eyes almost escape your skull when Aki pinches you. Out of surprise, you slap him across the face.

"Oh! What the fuck was that for?!"

"You startled me, you idiot. Were you trying to set me up with her? With Quanxi?" you start to sweat profusely. "Man, I don't know if I’m in for that type of thing. I mean, she’s the embodiment of ride or die — literally. I don't think I'm ready for that kind of carousel yet-"

Aki stops your rambling by shaking his head. Then he takes his hand into yours once more and points a finger towards the table.

"Look closer."

Dark, lush hair frame a slim face now turned in your direction, his beauty mark under the lips unforgettable. His eyes, despite being so piercing, carry the same warmth his smile radiates.

Yoshida Hirofumi.

Pretty sure the chemical burning Aki warned you about is eating your brain, you stare at the Devil Hunter in awe. "Nah, that can’t be. I must be dreaming. Pinch me."

Hayakawa does so again. Harder this time.

You punch his arm in retaliation and he simply huffs at your little tantrum. However, he drags you in a bone-crushing hug shortly after. Accepting it amidst laughs, you laugh in the crook of his neck and wait for your nerves to calm on their own.

So the person you had a crush on for the longest time ever feels the same about you. The fear of being rejected by him is what kept you from acting upon your feelings. Rather, you locked them away in a corner of your heart.

After all that time, after every heartbreak you went through, he's still there waiting for you?

An idiot. That's what you are.

Still looking at Yoshida, you dare to smile and your heart is filled with joy when he does the same. You whip your head towards Aki to look at him through the corner of the eye.

"Okay, I’ll go on a date with him. Let’s see how it goes."

The one to take the group's orders and bring them everything is your best friend. You prefer to watch the scene unfolding from afar. Hayakawa stays behind for a while, chatting with your crush.

Right before coming back he leans closer to Yoshida, whispering something along the lines of 'hey man, she wants to go on a date with you or whatever', but the group overhears it all the same and Hell breaks loose.

Not literally, but you fear for the well-being of the cafè for a good second.

Denji and Power are still howling, feet on the table and head thrown back in amusement, when Aki heads back to the counter with a satisfied grin; Quanxi and Yoru looked at one another for a moment, then each of them grab the kids by the legs and they facepalm on the table.

Angel is having none of it, and keep eating his ice cream as if nothing happened.

You and Yoshida seem to have the same thought because when you turn to look at him again, the dark-haired Devil Hunter is doing the same from above his shoulder. His smile reaches his pierced ears and something in your stomach stirs. Probably butterflies. Or hunger.

"He’s literally breaking his neck to get a better view of you. Goddammit, come here. Why am I doing all of this by myself?

Listen: now that we're settled, go and ask him when you two can go on a date."

Your heart drops at your feet. "Uhm excuse me, where you not there talking to him a minute ago? Hell no. You go."

Blood escapes Aki’s body, leaving him staring at you dead in the eye.

He acts as if you just said you killed his cat.

"I wouldn’t go on a date with Yoshida Hirofumi even if he was the last person on Earth. He’s your boo, not mine."

You stomp a foot, pointing a finger at him. "Stop it. I hate when you say “boo”. It's cringe.

Also, you were the one to set me up with him in the first place. Take the fall for it."

If looks could kill, you'd be burning amidst the flames of Hell by now. "No, I won't. And guess what? You're two adults perfectly able of talking to each other but neither of you was bold enough to confess, so I had to step in and set you two up. He never stopped asking about you, even after I left. And you talk in your sleep, don't you?"

His tone is steady, but there is a hint of amusement in his voice when he whispers:

"I’m tired of hearing you calling out his name in the middle of the night while you squeeze a pillow between your thighs. Fuck him and get over with it."

A shocked gasp falls past your lips and when you look back at the table, fearing the Devil Hunter heard you. They haven't, except one.

The man of the hour is gone. Oh, no. No.

NO.

Horrified, your gaze lands in front of you. More specifically, on the chair Quanxi was previosuly sitting on. Now Yoshida is sitting there for God knows how long, and a sly smirk is painted all over his face.

Aki follows your gaze, pinching your arm again. But you have no will or strength left in you to strike back.

Damn it. Your crush had just heard your best friend say out loud you have been dreaming about him for years. Wet dreams, at that.

Every night.

Hirofumi perches himself on the wooden surface, leaning so close to you that breath gets stuck in your throat.

"Have you now? Care to walk me through some of them over a coffee? Or dinner, maybe?"

Actually, you did more acting than talking. In fact, you showed Yoshida pretty soon some of the best bits of your wet dreams with him. Date after date, week after week.

Now six months had gone by since Aki set you two up and that night, right after you came home from a dinner out with the Special Division, you both had gone insane.

It all started as a joke: you under him on the bed, riled up because of all the teasing at the table, with the blue scarf around his neck dangling between your faces with every kiss Yoshida left on your cheeks, your neck.

Then one thing have led to another, and you eventually started the fire with a simple smile. Hirofumi have come to know you pretty well over time.

He was damn sure it wasn’t an innocent one. “Time for another round, isn't it? Come here.”

Yoshida had giggled in your ear and just like that, you relaxed and returned to the present.

His hands graze your trembling ones for a split-second. The soft fabric of the scarf he used to cover your eyes smells like him and you take in the scent as he continues to worship your body, so tensed and ready to snap under his.

Even after you have come three times, once while your lips are wrapped around his cock with a hand shoved in your drenched panties and twice under the relentless attack of his mouth and fingers, sensory overload still hasn't overcome your body. Stamina is one of your strongest suits, and so is Yoshida's.

He wraps a hand around his dick, coating it in your release to pump it two, three times as his words reaches you.

"Think you got another one for me? Uhm?"

"Y-yes."

Your ragged breath fans over his face as he leaned down to kiss you again. His tongue came out to play with yours as you sense the head of his cock breaching past the entrance of your pussy — he is huge. You barely have time to moan and arch against him before Yoshida straightens his back and placs your hands on his waist.

"Hiro', you feel so good- Fuck."»"

His fingernails bury themselves in the tender flesh of your thighs as he bottoms out inside you, cock pulsing and twitching against your walls. Another desperate whimper leave you right after, because he isn't moving.

Is he really throwing a gauntlet? When he's balls-deep inside you?

Fire begins to boil in your veins and it feel amazing. Pouting, you brace yourself on your elbows. Even blindfolded, you can almost see his eyes transfixed on your boobs. But when you pout again, his gaze shifts to your lips.

Yoshida always make sure to reward you when you beg for his cock.

"Please, baby. I can’t take it any longer. Please, move.

I need you." your voice is feeble, tears already pooling in your eyes. You are at your limit.

He tries to control himself, yet another shiver runs across your skin when he suddenly pulls you flush against his chest. With the new position, his cock goes even deeper and you writhe in ectasy. He is dangerously close to hit your cervix.

Again.

"Of course. You asked me so nicely, princess."

His hips start to move against yours slowly and you sigh, relieved.

But now, his pace changes. You should’ve expected it, but nonetheless you find yourself resting your forehead on his collarbone as he fucks you stupid.

The bed creaked under his movements and Yoshida urges you to lay on your back once more; when you comply, he slips out of your pussy just to slam back in. His eyes fall onto your face.

"Come on. Cum for me one last time."

You let yourself go with a strangled moan, breathing heavily against Yoshida as he draws a fourth orgasm out of you, fucking you through it as his own has him curse under his breath.

You milk him dry, but he still thrusted a few times more to pump his cum back into you. Only when you twitch in overstimulation does he stop and as soon as the softness of his scarf leave your eyes, the dim light shed by the moonlight help you see Hirofumi’s proud grin.

"You did so well." he whispers in the dark, caressing your hair as you both calm down. His heartbeat follows yours for a while but once you are stable enough to speak again, your fingernails trace his cheekbones and he tilts his head.

"Box checked for 'Wet dream n° 52'. You're even crazier than me for following through with them." you chuckle.

"Oh, shush. How many are there again?"

"Roughly around a hundred but who's counting?"

His gaze darkens but doesn't move a muscle. Tonight, you've done enough exercise for a week.

"Poor Aki. He’s not going to be happy about it."

"He’s a big boy, he’ll manage. It’s not like we never had sex while he’s in another room, remember?"

His hips snap against yours, teasing you, and a whimper builds up in your lower abdomen. "Yoshida."

He whispers against your lips, unbothered, "I didn't do it."

"I did."

You try to scream, you really do, but your partner is holding you so tightly against him that you eventually muster up enough courage to train your attention towards the place where the voice came from. To your shock, it did come from Yoshida.

No, from behind him.

And a gush of lust escapes down your thighs, excitement dripping down the already ruined sheets.

It's really happening.

All you do is watch and whimper in anticipation as a tentacle climbs up your leg, its head reaching the strings of your and Yoshida’s mixed releases. Hesitating at first, the tentacle then lapped up the juices and poked at your clit. Your hips buck into its touch and after you do, it vanishes again.

It only lasted a moment but it left you craving for more and Hirofumi's lust-blown gaze shows he has enjoyed it, too.

"Well, it looks like the Octopus Devil likes you enough to come out and play."

"I figured. Let it be from now on. I want to try something out."

The dark-haired boy’s grin now reflects yours. "Is this a spoiler for the next wet dream we're going to reenact?"

You kiss his beauty mark, beaming with mischief. "Oh, yes. Wet dream n° 53: 'Paint it, black'.

Fitting, right?"

#voice of cassandra #yoshida smut #yoshida x reader #yoshida x you #csm smut #csm x reader #csm x you #chainsaw man smut

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vtoriacore · 2 years

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✧ it’s giving . . . jealousy

note: im back from the dead and bringing you leona content cause damn it he's so 🤬💓💓💓 also if you spot any mistakes in this, no you won’t /j but pls spare me i was writing this half asleep 💀

synopsis: in which you seem to be paying a bit too much attention to your kitten, and leona isn't a big fan of it.

He glanced away for three seconds. Three god damn seconds. It was such a short span of time, ans yet that spawn of the devil had somehow managed to snuggle up into your lap and had the audacity to look smug about it too.

"Tsk, why is this thing here again?" Leona, trying to hide his irritation and failing doing so in the process, rolled his emerald green eyes so far back he could practically see the stars.

"This thing has a name first of all, for your info its Wolverine Junior the Second. Address him by his name please," you began to pet the tabby cat as he purred out in content before continuing your monologue like response, "and second of all, he is here because he was meowing outside to be let in after you so cruelly kicked him out."

"You've gotta be kiddin' me, your stupid cat wanted to go outside. This little bastard is manipulating you and you're fallin' for it." The beastman leaned against the headboard of his bed as he eyed the cat, who seemed to be staring back with fake innocence.

"Can you believe the nerve of this guy Wolvy Junior?" you focused your attention on the cat, not being able to resist the urge of speaking to your furry companion (the small one in your lap of course) in a high pitched, baby voice, "how dare he accuse you of that when you're such a cute widdle baby boy."

With a prolonged meow, the kitten eagerly rubbed its head against your hand, shortly before giving it a small lick.

Before Leona had the chance to make a sarcastic reply to your comment (and condemn the cat for even trying to play coy), your excited voice rang out throughout the room; "Leona oh my God he licked me! Can you believe it? I think I'm going to cry he's so cute! Why can't you act a bit more like him, hm?"

"That's it. Either get this damn furball outta my room or c'mere and set him down." With a steady glare directed at the cat in your hands, Leona crossed his arms. You couldn't tell whether he was serious or not, but you figured you'd never get a chance like this again seeing as he'll probably permanently ban you from his room after this fiasco anyway.

"What, are you gonna fight him? He'll beat your ass Leona, don't even try it." You had to stifle your laughter as your lover stood up in a record speed to approach your form, even the tabby in your hands looked somewhat pleased at what you've accomplished. Before he could get too close however, you got up from your spot on the floor with the kitten still in your hands and moved away from Leona.

"Oh yeah? You wanna play cat 'n mouse with me? Fine. Don't go cryin' when you lose, 'cause I won't go easy on ya." Accepting your indirect challenge, the tan male quickly tailed your form as you tried to dodge his attempts at grabbing you. You only succeeded for the first minute however, as the tabby resting in your arms was slowing you down and Leona just had to have amazing agility and stamina.

Before long, you had found yourself laying on your back on Leona's very comfy mattress as he firmly circled your waist with his hands. You quickly set the cat down next to you as laughter emitted past your lips at the fact that Wolverine Junior seemed to be pawing at your lover's arms in an attempt to get him off you; Leona however, didn't pay him any mind as his gaze focused solely on you.

"Not so tough now, huh?" With a small smirk embedded on his face, the beastman leaned in close to your face until his lips met yours in a brief kiss. You couldn't help but reciprocate.

"Oh shut it . . . You just got lucky." You smiled in content after he pulled away, entangling one of your hands in Leona's hair and petting the base of his ears (he would never admit it but the action always brought him comfort). You submitted your other hand to the small kitten who was still trying to defend whatever was left of your honour, melting at how quickly he gave up fighting Leona and settling his small head in your palm instead.

"Oi, hands on me . . . " Your lover's voice came out hushed as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, silently nuzzling his nose against it as a sign of affection.

"You need to learn to share honey." You pecked the crown of Leona's head with a small, playful eyeroll.

"Like hell I will. I'm not letting that cat steal your attention away when it should be on me anyways."

"I didn't know you were that jealous of him."

"I ain't jealous of some stupid cat." You quirked your eyebrow at the response; the cat meowed as if it were mocking Leona. The beastman simply growled back. This was really turning into something straight out of a comedy show.

#leona kingscholar x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #leona kingscholar

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munsster · 2 years

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loudmouth

A/N: (repost because i royally fucked it up the first time) anyways i wholeheartedly believe in annoyingly loud steve harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington is the noisiest bastard in all of Hawkins. 1.1k words.

Warnings: SMUT, cocky/annoying/loud/whiny/pervy harrington, its so dirty and nasty idk what to say, f receiving oral, face sitting, handjob, praise kink?, pussy spanking, pet names (sunshine, sweetheart, princess, baby, buttercup)

His belt's not even unbuckled, and he's already talking. Chatting more like, and shoving his fingers into your mouth, too. The audacity of this rich boy to sit there looking so handsome all while muttering to himself about how everything feels, burying whatever he has down your throat.

It's like he has a knack for it. A skill. Prattling and gagging you, talking himself through it like he needs it.

"Clenchin' 'round me, sunshine, how d'you expect to take my cock, huh? Can't even get two fingers down there." Oh, and he says it like he's giving an exam. It's a matter of fact that nothing else will fit down your throat, but he's only saying that when he presses down on your tongue and you sob.

Then he starts babbling. Still focused on your little throat and your thighs and your tits in that skimpy top, but he's sifting through plain old small talk at this point.

"Thought about you comin' into the store the other day. Yunno, you didn't have to bend over to grab that tape. I had it," he says, cool as ever, "but you insisted on flashing your little pink panties. You're lucky it was a slow day, sweetheart. I could'a been real cross with you.”

He can't stop fucking talking.

And after he exhausts work and weather, he's all over you. Tossing you around and being so so cruel and uncaring. But he's still taking care of you. Making sure you never bump your head or torque a joint or squeeze him too tight. But God, he loves when you do strangle his poor cock. That makes him the loudest.

Pretty sure he just likes hearing himself. He's all alone in that big house somedays and still so noisy with a fist around his own cock. Rattling the goddamn walls with his tighty-whities around his ankles. But nothing beats your pussy.

Especially when he pulls down your undies and there's already a damp spot. His eyes just flicker up to yours with that mischievous grin. He's so gross and cocky.

"I get'cha real wet, don't I, sweetheart? Walkin' around all day with my favorite pair ruined,” he huffs, "Shoulda said something. I could'a helped." Then he just barely presses his cockhead in and you're already clamping down.

"Well, Jesus Christ, baby, doin' all the damn work for me.” And she really is. Always amazed by the pussy grip around his fat cock, just sucking him back in.

You reach around to grab his balls, and he's gargling. Such a monster: tearing it up, smacking your thigh, just talking and talking and.

"Makin' me crazy, sunshine, creamin' all over it like it's your job, huh? Yeah, atta girl, she likes that doesn't she?"

The stroke is slowwww. He knows what he's doing just rolling his hips like he has all the time in the world. And you start to grind back onto his cock, and he just grabs your ass to stop you.

"C'mon, you know who's in charge," he grumbles, "she sure does." Yessir. This thing he has with your cunt is mutual. It's a little love hate, but he's always talking to her. Making plans while you're sitting right there. And he's just laying his head in your lap sometimes like:

"Gonna have you dripping all over my backseat tonight, princess. Gonna ruin the interior. Doesn't matter, as long as you play nice." And just kisses your crotch before like passing out with a cheeky smile on his face.

And then the second he gets you naked he just licks his palm and spanks her. Poor girl and her mixed signals.

"Don't worry, baby, I know how to get ‘er purring."

He does. No question.

Oh, don't get him started. Just sit on his face; it'll make this easier. He has no impulse control when it comes to you. You may very well be riding his face for an hour, and he'll still be digging his fingertips into your soft thighs.

And he's fucking talking.

You can't hear a word he says, but Christ alive, he's rambling down there. Doesn't even matter about what. He only gets louder when you start humping his face, but how can you help it. That shit tickles. And it does not deter him at all. He just slides his palms up your back and starts letting out the most wrecked moans, tongue flicking side-to-side like crazy. He's a madman. Somebody lock him up.

You finally collapse down next to him, and his hair is all messy and his face is glossy and he's so wrecked but he's smiling. Arrogant bastard. And he's harder than ever. His stamina is through the roof.

He just pushes his hair back and licks his lips, pawing at his stiff cock with a real throaty moan. And you're just breathing deep trying to catch your breath but he's kissing you and whispering the dirtiest little things.

"Not done with you yet, buttercup.”

And he just sits back against the headboard fucking drooling when you blinking up at him, setting your perfectly manicured hand on his thigh. Oh, baby, is he sensitive. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and he's whining and shaking.

"Such a loudmouth.”

And he twitches in your tight fist, purring when you rub your thumb up over the tip. Yeah, make fun of him, that'll make him LESS horny. For sure.

Absolutely not. He's back to babbling on and on about you and your pretty face and your little pussy—more specifically how it's so needy for him, always leakin' all over your pretty panties, baby, what am I s'posed to do with her?

He's got load of cum just all over, pooling on his tummy when you squeeze his hot shaft and trace the pulsing vein up the side. That groan is unholy. It's shuddered and barked, and he has to bite his fist to hold back. Especially when he peeks an eye open to see you swiping your thumb over his navel to catch some of his cum.

And you look him right in the eye when you pop it into your mouth, and he's putting that in the spank bank. Such a perv, honestly. Always thinking about your mini dresses and teensy shorts. And the gratuitous pair of panties he steals each time he comes over.

He loves talking against your mouth. Real lazily, just kissing you in between talking about you.

"You're so pretty, yunno that?"—smooch—"always kissin' me to shut me up"—a real nasty kiss, all touching your face and tonguing your mouth-"so sweet, even when you're makin' fun'a me, sunshine"—a light peppering of kisses and sweet eye contact—"mean so much to me"—THAT kiss where he swipes his thumb over your temple and moans a little and holds it before giving one more peck—"gotta remind me to marry you."

So yeah, he's talkative. But only for the sake of you keeping him quiet.

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Mickey Milkovich x Reader - Protective! Mickey Drabble

- Having Mickey as a boyfriend is like having your own personal bodyguard. Growing up in Southside, you knew a thing or two about protecting yourself and holding your own in a fight, but Mickey never gave you the chance. If there was even a hint of someone giving you trouble when he was around, best believe he was grabbing the bastard by their collar and making it known he would kill them where they stood. You found it endearing how possessive and protective he was over you, but sometimes he could be a little over the top.

- There would be times the two of you would go out for drinks at The Alibi and you would grab the unwanted attention of assholes who were far too many drinks in to keep count. Rather it be by loud and pervy comments, eyes looking you up and down, or even the occasional confident prick putting his hands on you, they were not shy about showing their interest in you. Which, as you could assume, had Mickey blowing a gasket before you could even finish the first beer of the night.

- You didn’t even have a moment to access the situation or attempt to placate him before he would kick himself back from the bar, stool hitting the ground with a loud clatter as he swung on any and every fucker that had something to say. He would both see and be covered in red, and there was nothing anybody could do to pull him off the bastards until they were beat half dead. Kev would always shake his head when it happened, patience already wearing thin from how often Mickey would rage out on his customers. He would always sigh and toss you a rag after all was said and done, earning a pitiful smile from you as you apologized for what felt like the millionth time.

- You would always hand Mickey his beer after he was done and had returned to you, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he necked the thing like it was a cool glass of water. Picking up his stool, you’d make him sit down so you could go to work on using the rag to wipe away the blood that splattered his face and hands, placing a kiss on his cheek after you deemed it clean enough, ignoring the many eyes of the patrons that were settled on you both. Although you had become immune to blood at this point with how often he was covered in it, you aways had butterflies fluttering in your stomach when it adorned his pale skin.

- You’d never stay too long at the bar after that. Instead, you would pass Kev over the money to close your tab, making sure to also add a little extra for all the trouble before grabbing your boy and making quick work of fucking off before someone called the cops. Although it would dampen your nights out, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad. If anything, seeing him lose his shit over you, for you, only served to make you grow more and more in love with Mick.

- You would walk home with him, instantly heading for the shower when you got in. You’d shower with him, taking meticulous, slow care of washing his hair and body of the dried, flaking blood for him as he relaxed into your every touch. Afterwards, you’d both land in your bed, bodies intertwining as you wrapped up in each other’s embrace. You would spend the night lavishing him in kisses, placating his spiraling thoughts as he would grumble on about the audacity of those bastards, arms pulling you into him as tightly as he could. He would go on mumbling about you being his and his alone, and it only made your heart swell more and more.

- He was dangerous and incredibly rough around the edges, constantly losing his cool and lashing out at others, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You had never felt safer in anyone else’s arms, and you felt more loved than you ever thought possible. He wasn’t perfect, far from it actually, but that only made you love your boy all the more.

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The Forgotten One Chapter Nine: Princess of Kentucky

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A/n: One more chapter left!!! The end of the roller coaster is near, thank you all for hopping on this ride with me.

At the end of your first week back at work, you mustered up enough courage to meet up with Ben. You had the recording set, all of your evidence already lined up at Cleo’s place and ready to be sent in to the Louisville Police Department. He presented you with the perfect opportunity by inviting you over for dinner that evening. On the drive over you gave yourself a pep talk and you may or may not have reread Cleo’s pep text to you before you went inside. Of course he was waiting for you inside, wearing one of your favorite shirts on him and that famous smile he always gave you. Bastard.

“I have something for you.” You announced after dinner, in between kisses after he pulled you in and you had to pretend to enjoy the make out session, even though you secretly wanted to scream. He raised his eyebrows in anticipation, as you stood up and pulled a piece of paper out of your bag.

You let him read over it as the smile on his face was slowly replaced by a look of horror. “Wait, baby what—what is this?”

“Baby…that’s fitting. Um, I think you know what that is. It’s a letter of recommendation, a great company in California. You’ll be closer to your family and you and Quinn will have lots of support and potential babysitters.”

He was shitting bricks which rendered him silent, so you kept going. “I almost fell for it. You almost had me and I just have to give it up for you.” You clapped your hands slowly, a deep sense of hurt seeping into your bones.

He stepped in quickly to stop the metaphorical bleeding. “Look, apologizing to you doesn’t even matter at this point because I know you won’t believe anything that comes out of my mouth.” So he wasn’t completely clueless. “But I think you and I both know that somewhere down the line I did develop real feelings for you. And I didn’t mean to but I just—”

“I don’t really care about any of that to be honest,” you croak out, “just tell me one thing and be completely honest so I don’t take everything I have on you and sue you and Quinn for every little thing you have.”

Ben nods quickly, wiping a stray tear from his eyes. He had the audacity to cry? “Tell me the truth, everything you and Quinn did…from the beginning.”

The next day, you spent the entire work day going through progress reports and now you had to go downstairs to pick up paperwork from the HR department and bring it to Cleo’s office. You swore your heart skipped a beat when the door opened and Jack was standing in the elevator, alone.

“I’ll uh—I’ll wait for the next one.” You whispered out, letting the doors close.

He put his hand in the door at the last minute, “actually, I think you should come in. We need to talk.”

His tone of voice made you feel like a kid again and your parents had just busted you for breaking curfew. Your feet led you inside before your mind could even process what was happening. He hit the stop button and waited a few seconds for the alarm to stop blaring.

“I heard you’re going through a breakup,” he sighed with his arms crossed, leaning into the corner, as far away from you as he could manage. “If you’re looking for a rebound…I know a guy.” He jokes.

“Jack,” you began, watching his face fall. He was anticipating rejection, again. But he didn’t know you were letting your heart lead. And your heart was leading you to the corner of the elevator, where you now stood, inches from him. Before you knew it, your hands were in his and nothing in the world really mattered but this. “I’ve actually come to realize that Ben was the rebound. I had the real thing right in front of me the whole time. I was just too scared to see it.”

The sigh of relief that he lets out dances on your skin before he pulls you into his arms. It gave you an adrenaline rush, like you’d just escaped from the mental prison you’d put yourself in and you were now back where you truly belonged. But you had to tell him the truth. “I need to tell you something,” you pulled away a bit to look him in the eyes.

“Can I go first?” He asked and you nodded, waiting for him to continue. “I got Quinn to take a paternity test, the baby isn’t mine and I just—”

“Jack, I know. The baby can’t be yours, because you never actually cheated.” You sigh.

The look of bewilderment on his face would have made you laugh if the situation wasn’t so serious. “What the hell are you talking about? Is this why you had Sadie call me from New York?” You nodded again, trying really hard to string together words that made sense in this very unusual circumstance.

“I guess Quinn had been stalking you for a few weeks, so I hired a PI and had her followed. And then she followed you to the bar that night we had a fight, waited until you got drunk and staged an affair. I have it all on camera.” You huffed out a breath, realizing you were dumping a lot of information on him and he didn’t really have the time to process it.

“How—what do you—”

“Oh and that’s not even the craziest part. The morning you made her sign the NDA after you supposedly had a one night stand, she got picked up by a guy and I have pictures of her kissing him. The guy was Ben.” Jack leaned his head back into the wall, closing his eyes to collect himself. You ran your hands up and down his arms to soothe him. “So I confronted him to get him to tell the truth. Cleo and I had this big plan to humiliate him and when I got there I just—couldn’t do it. I saw this person that I’ve been so honest with, this person who I treated as my personal escape from reality and I don’t know, I just…asked him to be honest.” Jack wiped a stray tear that fell down your face. “He told me everything. A few months ago, he and Quinn found out they were pregnant and he freaked out trying to figure out a way to provide for them and I guess Quinn had the brilliant idea to extort money from you. They had no target number but they were just dumb and desperate and honestly…I get it. Life is hard and there are those who have a lot and those who have none and I’ve been both.”

Jack rolled his eyes so hard it increased the headache he was already sporting. “Only you would feel bad for the people who quite literally used you while you were recovering from a traumatic brain injury. Jesus Christ.”

“I did tell him that if he was honest I wouldn’t sue the life out of him so…he’s moving back to California with Quinn and will not be a problem.”

He decided against adding flames to the fire and simply kissed your forehead while wrapping you up in another hug. “Are—are you free tonight? I was thinking we could have dinner.” He whispers, the sound of his voice sending vibrations against your body, still pressed against his. You looked up and nodded quickly, pulling away as you pushed the button to start the elevator again.

The rest of his workday was a blur, all he could think about was his plans for tonight. He was practically floating on air until he spotted Ben loading boxes into his car. Jack wanted to walk by and say nothing, be the bigger person like you had done. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t let Ben know what he thought about him.

“I hope your kid never finds out about your failed attempt at being a conman.” His voice made Ben jump a little, and Jack had to stifle a smile. He placed a firm hand on the other man’s shoulder and looked him in the eyes. “She saw the good in you. And you were using her the entire time while she was recovering from a nearly fatal accident. God, I hope fatherhood makes you a better person.”

Jack removed his hand from the man’s trembling body and walked towards his car, “have a nice life Benjamin, you better hope we never cross paths again. Ever.”

Even though you were starving and could not wait to get to the restaurant so you could order every appetizer on the menu, Jack wanted to make a quick stop and of course you couldn’t say no, especially when you saw where the two of you were going.

The Wyatt Method.

Urban Wyatt’s art gallery was one of the most beautiful places in Louisville to visit. His passion for his work and his attention to detail could be displayed in all of his pieces and he often allowed up and coming photographers and painters to be featured in his gallery and you’d been looking forward to seeing it from a different viewpoint than you had when you first moved to Kentucky and didn’t know Jack’s best friend personally. Urban hugged you as soon as you walked in, dapped up his friend and allowed Jack to lead you inside.

“You crazy kids enjoy. This series is one of my personal favorites and you’re getting the exclusive first look.” He said with a wink and headed upstairs to his office to get some more work done.”

Not knowing what he meant, you just went along with the flow, naturally finding your fingers intertwined with Jack’s as you walked into the showroom. You didn’t know where to look, so you tried to commit every piece to your fractured memory, it was the most alluring sight you’d ever seen and brought immediate tears to your eyes.

“What…is this?” Your voice betrayed you by cracking, like all the emotional armor you created the last few months just shattered into a million tiny little pieces.

“Urban’s calling it ‘The Princess of Kentucky’ exhibit. It’s um—it’s you and me. He took all of these, at weddings or other random outings. And the one over there where we’re walking on the sidewalk in eerily similar looking outfits? That was definitely not planned because I had just picked you up from the airport that day. The other one on the far left? That is from when we went to Lake Tahoe to ski. We actually only spent the first day on the mountain and the rest of the time we spent doing literally anything else because we were both terrible on skis.” He smiled to himself, finally allowing himself to reminisce without feeling like he got punched in the gut.

“I’ve never seen any of these,” you wiped your eyes, “they’re perfect. We were perfect.” You turned to him and paused for a second, “we still can be if—if that’s something that you would want? I mean I know I fucked up. And I hurt you.” Your bottom lip begins to quiver at the thought of the many nights you heard him cry and the several more times you’d seen it face to face. “I hurt you so many times Jack and I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry that I quit. I’m so sorry that I ran away and that I took it all out on you when all you wanted to do was be there for me. But most of all I’m sorry for ever thinking that you aren’t the greatest love I’ll ever have, because you are.”

You let out a sigh of relief, slowing down your breaths and trying to ignore the skull crushing headache that was wrapping itself from the back of your head to your temples.

“I’m sorry too,” Jack states, and ignores your attempts to tell him not to apologize. “I am sorry, because I showed you the life that you used to live, the life that was forced on you and I didn’t realize how much pressure I was putting on you by throwing you in there and expecting it all to just come together. I told you stories and memories instead of allowing you to make your own. I should’ve dated you instead of trying to be some glorified babysitter and I should’ve done all of this sooner, I should’ve given you romance.”

He sighs and looks up, blinking away the tears. He was going to get through this. “I let my ego get the best of me. I thought I could show you glimpses of our lives and that would be enough to get you back but I was wrong. You deserve big things, you deserve grand gestures, you deserve maximum effort from me and I’m so sorry I was so caught up in my own selfish feelings of missing the old you that I didn’t acknowledge and appreciate the you that is in front of me. The me from a few months ago that was sobbing in the shower at the thought of losing you would’ve been so disappointed that I didn’t fight harder. I love you, every version of you. And we’ve been given a second chance at this life, a chance that we didn’t know what to do with so we did our best to mess it up.”

“You told me to forget you and I tried. I blocked you out of my life, deleted a phone number I had already memorized and lived in a home that has pieces of you in every corner. But you know what? I don’t want to forget you. Because you are my best friend, the best skee ball player I know, a Marvel encyclopedia, a genius with numbers and horse betting stocks. You are my one. You are phenomenal. Baby, you are so unbelievably unforgettable that I couldn’t imagine letting go even when I really wanted to. You’re it for me.”

This moment, this person, in this room that was full of your most precious memories caught on camera. You wanted to tell him how much this all meant to you and how you couldn’t wait to spend all of your days cherishing your second chance with him but the words wouldn’t come out. And your body felt strangely heavy all of the sudden. As you looked around to make sure this wasn’t a dream, the room began to spin. Then, everything faded to black.

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Wolverine/Logan Howlett x F!Latina!Reader - Shut Up!

______________________________________________________________ GIF IS NOT MINE AN: I used the internet for all Spanish words and phrases, so bear with any mistakes and correct me if needed. I wanted to make this a bit more authentic. Word Count: 1,634 Warnings: A bit of swearing in English and in Spanish (via translator), a tiny bit of spice in the end but nothing graphic Summary: It was a mystery to most of your anger was part of your fiery mutation or your Latin-American upbringing. Either way you were force to recon with. Requested by @thefandomdiaries07 Requests are open ______________________________________________________________ The Jet barely touched the ground, ramp just barely kissing the floor underneath as you jumped out of it. Face pulled into a snarl and Rogue who had impatiently waited for the return of you and your group stopped after she had taken one step in your direction. She knew you long enough to see when you were angry and when you were angry you were unapproachable. Many had first hand experience on it, Rogue included. It was a mystery to most of your anger was part of your fiery mutation or your Latin-American upbringing. Either way you were force to recon with. “What happened this time?” Rogue asked as you pushed passed her and you stopped dead in your tracks before swirling around, the fire literally burning in your eyes. “Ask this pinche estupido (fucking idiot).” With a finger she pointed to the Wolverine who just happened to exit the jet just as pissed as you seemed to be. “Don’t give me that look, firecracker!” he shouted at her as he got closer. Rogue didn’t need to hear any more as she pushed between them before the situation could escalate. She placed a gloved hand on each of their shoulders to stop them from getting closer. “How about we take a nice little walk (Y/N). I need to tell you what happened when you were gone.”

Letting go of Logan who was still very much angry Rogue shoved her friend to the exit looking over her shoulder to signal Logan to better not get to close to you for the next couple of hours.

You barely entered your room when you started to curse profanities in Spanish. Rogue might not understand what you were saying but whatever it was it was clear that every sailor would’ve blushed in shame at it. In concern Rogue watched on as you paced your room pulling off your gear and tossing it out of sight before pushing open your wardrobe to grab something more comfortable. “I just can’t believe that Canadian la concha de tu madre (motherfucker) had the audacity to get in my way and now he’s the angry. I told him to piss off.” Your accent laid heavy in your words and Rogue flinched a little when you closed your wardrobe loudly and made your way to your bathroom. “By god, (Y/N) what did Logan do exactly?” she asked through the door after you had made your way to the bathroom and locked it. From behind the door you were cursing up yet another storm under your breath before Rogue heard the water starting to run. “It was supposed to be a stealthy mission, dios mio (my god), and I told him I got it under control. Just a little distraction with fire, but no he had to run into the fight like the cabrón (bastard) he is and then blame me that he almost turned into fried…how would you say it? Ah yes, a fried chicken.” Rogue hold back a laughter knowing that if you would hear it would only add fuel to the literal fire. “It’s not like he wouldn’t recover from it in minutes.” A huff came out of your mouth. “Gracias, mi amiga. I told him the same, but no, he had nothing better to do than blow up in my face what a reckless idiot I was.” Rogue couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her lips. You and Logan always clashed together whenever you two were in the same room. It was more concerning these days if a second goes by without you two fighting. Both of you had a talent to rail the other up but in the end no one ever gets hurt and only little scorch marks were found in the mansion that were easily hidden by paintings or vases. In general you two worked great as a team, teased each other on good days but today the teasing seemed to have railed you both into a loop of insults and accusations once again. “It could help if you finally fuck each other’s brains out.” Rogue thought that her suggestion would fall on deaf ears when a sudden silence came from the bathroom. The water had stopped running and Rogue laid her hand on the doorknob concerned that something happened before the door was ripped open and you stood there a towel wrapped around yourself and (Y/H/C) hanging wet into your face with your eyes gleaming at your best friend. “What did you just say?” both of you stared at each other with wide eyes before Rogue started to grin widely. “Oh, you heard me (Y/N). And don’t even think about denying it. You’re literally eye fucking Logan whenever you fight.” “I believe, mi amiga, it’s time for you to leave.” Rogue still smirked as she wiggled her eyebrow at you laughing loudly as she ran out of the door before you could throw anything at her. - You haven’t left your room after Rogue had ran out. Her words still echoed in your mind and you desperately tried to get them out. It was just stupid girl talk, right? Just a teasing comment from one friend to the other to ruffle their feathers, right? With a groan you decided that now that probably most in the mansion had gone to sleep for the day since it had become night fall, it was time to get a little midnight snack before heading to bed. Still to loaded to even consider to go to sleep right away despite the tiring mission that laid behind you. So you tip toed silently into the kitchen concentrating on not to make any noise whatsoever, since Rogue had caught you one to many teams with a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth in the middle of the night. But it seemed you weren’t the only in the kitchen at this time of night. You stopped dead in your tracks. “Mierda.” Your cursed under your breath at the bent body that seemed to have caught onto your whisper. Said body raised to its full height and turned around and instantly you wanted to go back to your room at the sight of Logan before you. Instead of a teasing comment like usual he only raised an eyebrow at you with a bear in one hand. “Rogue won’t be too pleased to see you here.” Desperately you tried to not let your eyes wander over his exposed chest and down to his way too low hanging sleep pants. Why in the world does he refuse to sleep in a shirt like any normal person would? Rogue’s comment for early didn’t help your mind from wandering around before you caught yourself and pushed passed him to roam around the fridge. “Rogue isn’t here now, is she?” you replied no glancing once at him. You heard him huff before he took a swig from his drink. Shaking your head you bent over to grab for the ice cream that Rogue probably tried to hide in a poor attempt. As you felt a pair of eyes on you, you stood back up with the ice cream in hand and closed the fridge, glaring at Logan. He took another swig of his beer to hide his smirk which still didn’t go unnoticed by you. “You enjoy standing in a dark kitchen watching girls bending over?” you could feel the fire of anger boil in you ready for another round of bickering between you and him. Logan placed the beer down onto a table before he took step forward, you on the other hand stayed still looking up at him. “I enjoy standing in a dark kitchen watching you bend over.” You blamed the boiling anger in your for the warmth that spread into your cheeks at his words. “No insults? I’m disappointed.” You didn’t stop him when Logan snaked an arm around you to pull your closer to his naked torso. “Are you now, princess?” his breath fanned over your face, your hands simultaneously balled into fists on his chest. “Yes, it’s the only redeeming quality of yours.” You retorted back smirking at your own comment while Logan pulled his face back a little an irritated look on his face. “Well then,” he came closer again his lips brushing over your neck, his beard scratching your pulse point. “Maybe I need to show you more of other ‘qualities’ as you so nicely put it.” Your hands wrapped around his neck as you pulled him impossibly closer. “¡Cállate! (Shut up)” You muttered onto his lips and you could feel how he titled his head to the side a little. “It means shut up.” you explained at his expression. “Why would I shut up if it gets such reactions out of you?” an annoyed sighed left you before you pushed yourself to loose all the distance between you two. As Logan had expected the kiss was fierce, passionate and hot. His arm that was wrapped around tightened, his unoccupied hand travelled to the back of your head to you closer to him. It was a bruising kiss neither of you wanted to submit to. And like a silent agreement you both pulled away from each other breath heavy from the lack of oxygen but still not letting go of the other. “Mierda, Rogue was right.” You mumbled over his lips as he brushed them over yours lightly and he hummed in question. “We do need to fuck each other’s brains out.” A low rumble escaped his chest and you too couldn’t help the smile forming on your lips. “Why don’t you grab your ice cream than and we’ll move this to your bedroom?” never in your life had you run up to your room in such a haste before.

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