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yndrgrl · 9 months

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yandere! kiribaku are your gym crushes, & you're their obsession

long ass fic. polyamory. quirkless! au. established! kiribaku. switch! kiribaku

warning: nsfw, voyerism, kiribaku seggsy time, stalking, spit-roasting, double penetration, cockwarming

a/n: i hope y'all like big boyz (please request scenarios) also can someone tell me how to reply to comments or something... idk how to. also writing this took forever cuz it kept deleting parts frfr

let's be mutuals :) insta: thebufferfish

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kirishima was the first one to notice you out of the pair. you showed up at the gym an hour after him & bakugou arrived. something drew him to you, his eyes trailing you into the locker room.

you didn't wear anything "high fashion" per se, just what you felt confident in. boy, did it show. you walked back out with a certain aura around you-- sure, ready to work, & determined. whatever goal you had in mind for that training session, you were going to achieve it, kirishima could tell.

"oi! what are you looking at, shitty hair?" bakugou scowled as he arose from the bench, reracking the weight then followed his boyfriend's eyes. he saw your figure facing away from him. you were on the treadmill at walking speed. his breath hitched for a moment, but he blamed it on working out. he tried to rationalize that he hasn't even -technically- seen you, & you're probably just an extra in his movie anyways.

after your warmup, you went for a squat rack, where you would stay for a good portion of your workout. you started off with squats-- tried & true. you had big, bulky headphones on & your hair tied up out & away from your face.

bakugou & kirishima got a good look at your face through the reflection of the giant mirror that lined the walls. you loaded your weight for your warmup, & bakugou scoffed.

"what is that chick even doing?" he rolled his eyes to kirishima, turning his back on you. he swatted away any curiosity that he had for you.

he heard you rerack the weight, take off the clip, & slide off your warmup weight. he examined kirishima's usual happy expression turned into one of shock, approval, & a hint of arousal. bakugou would've been offended, jealous, cursing his boyfriend with every name under the sun due to this reaction.

"what is it now?" he groaned, turning his head back to face you. he was expecting maybe you flashed kirishima, maybe you somehow seduced him with siren power, but he wasn't expecting you, with a leather weightlifting belt strapped against your stomach, squatting way more than expected. if they were being honest, it almost looked inhuman, yet you had no indication that you were struggling.

kirishima breathed out, "you know, kats, she's actually kind of strong."

bakugou knew kirishima, of course he did. he knows all the little tendencies he does when he feels a certain way. when he's nervous, he has a smile that's stretched a little too wide; when he's angry, his normally-bright red eyes turn blood crimson-- almost black. that's why, when he saw his partner adjust his pants & bite his lip, he knew kirishima was undoubtedly attracted & turned on.

"is that all it takes to get you going?" bakugou barked at the redhead, angered, not because he was jealous, but because he was puzzled. truly puzzled. he was so content with the life that him & kirishima had, the routine they fell into. wake up together, get ready & eat breakfast together, have some morning fun, go to the gym, work, come home, have more fun, sleep. that was their life.

yet here comes you, a random stranger with the brute strength of hercules & the beauty of a goddess. you wrecked their unsaid routine.

"what are you talking about?" kirishima questioned when he tore his eyes away from you. he just watched you add more weight to your next set.

"are you that easy?"

"katsuki, you're one to talk," kirishima laughed, switching positions with his partner so he could begin his set of bench press. "i saw you look straight at her ass, & don't deny it 'cuz i watched your eyes."

"i don't know what you're talking about," katsuki growled. his boyfriend unloaded the weight, bringing the weight down to his chest then pushing it back up. even when struggling under a mass of metal, kirishima had a small smile on his face.

"yeah, you do," kirishima uttered out between his reps. "i can see your hard-on right now."

"shut up!" bakugou yelled. kirishima & bakugou's eyes darted towards you & met your semi-scared gaze in the mirror.

"katsuki," kirishima reracked his weights then sat up.

bakugou lowered his voice, saying, "listen, shitty hair, i'll admit that she got me a little bit hard, okay? but i'm not going to do anything about it, i'm loyal to you-"

"i want you to," kirishima laughed, cutting off his partner's endearing, aggressive rant.

"what?"

"i want you to do stuff to her," the redhead reiterated, "i want to do stuff to her. honestly we're both attracted to her, & i wouldn't mind sharing you if it's with someone like her."

"what if we get to know her?" kirishima suggested, sly smirk glued on his face. bakugou couldn't help but copy.

that night, after snooping through your gym bag when you went to the restroom, they found out your name was y/n l/n & your instagram username, thanks to your notifications.

over a quick dinner they made when they got home, they scrolled through your posts. they learned that you were nineteen, three years younger than them. they found what college you're studying at & what major you went into. more importantly, they found all the progress pictures, selfies, & outfit-of-the-day pictures.

whether it was posts themselves or past stories, they screenshot them all. every single one. the more they looked at you, the more they realized how good of a choice they're making by perusing you-- not that you knew that yet.

then they found the gold mine. you're a college girl trying to live it up while you're still young, that much they gathered. what they didn't expect was to see you & your friends (the important part is you though) in costume that bordered lingerie. the post's caption was, "baby rave!"

it felt sinful to see you in such a way. at the gym, you're pristine, well-mannered. in this post, however, you are a complete party girl with lights of different colors radiating, confetti in your hair, & an alcohol-induced flush on your face.

you wore a dark red bikini top that barely held your breasts. metallic chains draped around your body, all connected by a black pearl choker. your bottom matched the top, & you wore ripped-up fishnets underneath.

if bakugou & kirishima were there that night, they would've fucked all of your holes in the middle of the mosh pit.

grunts & sloppy slurps echoed off the walls of the room they shared. "ah, fuck, eijiro," bakugou groaned, his eyes shifting to the man sucking his cock to the pictures of you at a rave, letting your friends jokingly squeeze all over you. he wishes that was him & his boyfriend's hands all over you.

kirishima coughed, spit & pre-cum mixed sliding down bakugou's cock. "choke on that dick, babe," the blonde taunted. in response, kirishima shoved his head down onto his length then moaned. the vibrations sent shock waves through bakugou through the tip & into the rest of his body.

not long after, bakugou forced kirishima on his feet. he stood with him, both of their impressive sizes in his grasp, pressed against each other. he spat onto kirishima's girth, & already was kirishima jacking his hips forward for friction. "god, fuckin' do it already," demanded the redhead, biting his lip. bakugou stroked their cocks simultaneously as kirishima crashed his chapped lips against his.

soon, they were moaning into each other's mouths, eyes cracked open to see the picture of you propped now on the bedside lamp. "oh fuck, i need her so bad," bakugou admitted, & kirishima's heart leaped out of his throat. he could've won a marathon with how wide his panting smile was.

"tell me how bad you need her, kats~" kirishima said as he slipped out of his boyfriend's grasp & got behind the blonde. he reached around bakugou's waist, making him face the photo of you with your hands spreading your ass ever so slightly, only fishnets & a bikini bottom covering your most precious parts.

the bulky redhead, with his other hand, lined his tip with bakugou's hole. "i need her bouncing on my cock while she's choking on your massive fuckin' dick," bakugou responded, & he was rewarded with kirishima pushing past his entrance with his tip & him pumping faster.

"what else? that can't be the only thing," kirishima laughed. "i know how crazy you can actually be."

"'gonna ruin her so bad, she'll only need us. god, she's gonna become our cute, little house wife."

"oh yeah?" kirishima pushed his entire shaft into bakugou asshole, & they groaned together. bakugou leaned his body into the bigger man, shutting his eyes as kirishima pumped him hard, thrusting in & out of him.

"fuck yeah," said bakugou, "she's gonna -harder, bastard- she's gonna our fucktoy house wife, addicted to our cock. i'm gonna fill her up every night of the rest of her life, i swear to god."

they both looked back at your picture, your stunning body, every curve & every muscle & every stretch mark. they were obsessed, needy. "f-fuck, ei, i'm gonna cum," bakugou choked out, brows furrowed & concentrated on your photo.

"me t-too," kirishima said, thrusting harder into his boyfriend. thinking about you already felt good, so what would it feel like if you were actually here? they both wondered. great minds think alike, after all.

in kirishima's hand, bakugou's cock started to throb, jets of cum shooting out & onto your picture, all over the night stand. kirishima followed in suit; he pulled his cock out of bakugou's gaping hole & jerked himself off to you. "y-y/n," he moaned, releasing his cum all over you.

you didn't know any of this, you didn't know just how badly they wanted you, what they did to the mere thought of you. you were unaware of a lot of things, it seemed to them. you didn't know how perfect you were, always hiding your stomach by crossing your arms over it when you sat down. you didn't know how much you teased them when you swayed your hips.

& you didn't know how much you ruined their daily routine.

they found themselves less present at the well-oiled machine of a company they own; not that it mattered, they only go for a few hours every week just for check ups. they spend an ungodly amount of time at the gym, taking note what time you show up on certain days. they figured out your workout routine, what machines you like using, how often you refill your water bottle, what supplements you take.

you couldn't help but notice them as well-- not to the extent they notice you though.

they were eye-catching, everyone in the room would find themselves magnetized to their hulking selves.

bakugou was intimidating, wearing tank tops & loose fitting pump covers. he was at least six foot two, weighing in at 230 pounds of nothing but pure, raw muscle. he looked like he was born with a scowl on his face. unkept, wild ash-blonde hair, a small stubble growing in neatly.

kirishima was the opposite. he was approachable, a friendly giant. he was bigger than his counterpart, standing at a terrifying six foot six & weighing nearly 300 pounds. he was always found with a smile on his face-- happy to be there. he wore tight fitting, long sleeve shirts. small scars littered his hands & clean-kept face.

they shared one thing though, their demon red eyes, lasered in with focus & intent.

you noticed them & how ridiculously handsome they were. just from their appearances, they were just your type.

you moved into the city from a small town on a full-ride scholarship to the local university. you wanted to experience everything city life had to offer because everything was different. from the concerts to the markets to the men. no one would ever describe you as meek in most aspects of your life. in school, you were hard-working; in your career, you were ambitious! however, when it came to your love life, you were subtle.

other girls approached the two musclemen, chatting & giggling. you watched as the girls gave them their socials before leaving to finish their workout. you, on the other hand, would use a machine close to the one they were using. yup. that was it. that was your grand, big gesture of flirtation & seduction.

when you got lucky & they would look your way, you averted you eyes every time with a dark blush (that you blamed on your workout) as heat flashed through your body. you were only meant to watch from afar, you thought.

bakugou was the first to approach you. blunt as ever, too. it made kirishima want to die of embarrassment. "oi! you!" he called out, but you could barely hear his voice through your noise-canceling headphones. you pushed one side off of your ear, turning your head to see who he was talking to. it was you. "you new here?"

it's been two weeks since you started going to this particular gym, which means it's been two weeks since they've been trying to get your attention so you'd talk with them.

"oh, uh, yeah, i am," you told them as you slid off your headphones, letting them hang on your neck. the music buzzed quietly, you doubt they could hear the song. "j-just moved here." you cleared your throat. since when do i stutter, you mentally face-palmed.

"really? from where?" kirishima butted in. them standing in front of you, only a few feet away made you feel tiny.

you said the name of your town, & bakugou snorted, "i've never even heard of that place. sounds lame."

"compared to here, it is. there's nothing to do over there besides working out & hike," you said with a small smile. most people said that about your town so you never really took offense.

"how do you like it here?" kirishima asked.

you could gush about the city all day. you didn't want to bore them though. "i love it here! there's always something to do. the other day i went to my first rave, & there were more people there than people that live in my old town!"

kirishima laughed at your sudden excitement. they were both relieved that you weren't a raging bitch, that you had such a sweet, lovely personality. truly, beautiful inside & out.

in the city, it was so hard to find gems, yet, without even needing to look, they found you. that must mean that you were meant to be theirs, right?

"tch, you probably aren't that interesting, huh?" the ashen blonde spat, even though he was completely enamored by you.

it caught you by surprise. "you're one to talk, big guy. i've probably lived more life than you," you barked back, half-jokingly & half-warning.

with a staggered laugh & a glance at his amused/annoyed partner, kirishima said, "you got a bite on ya', i like that. please excuse him, he's intimidated by pretty ladies like you."

the people back in your old town always told you that city boys had no charm, that they weren't capable of actual romantic emotion, but this red-haired, toothy-grinned man is proving them all wrong. he was smooth with words, easing your mind.

"i'm eijiro, by the way," he said to you with his hand outstretched.

you secured your weights before taking his hand, to which he gently turned yours & placed a chaste kiss on your knuckles as you were introducing yourself. "i-i'm y/n."

anyone else would've been unbelievably jealous that their hunk of a boyfriend is -very clearly- flirting with another person, but bakugou honestly didn't care. in fact, he was giving eijiro a look that told him to keep going. bakugou knew that, out of the two of them, eijiro was more inviting.

you turned your attention away from eijiro. bakugou took this as a sign to introduce himself. "katsuki."

"katsuki," you repeated, holding out your hand to shake his. "got it, i'm y/n," you said in case he didn't hear you the first time.

the only ones who call him by his first name is his parents, his hunk of a boyfriend, & now, you.

eijiro & katsuki shot a look over you. "do it" eijiro could practically hear his partner demand. "so, y/n, have you been to any good restaurants?"

"there's a few i really like! i haven't seen any with my favorite food though," you said, & that made you remember that you were insanely hungry. as if on cue, your stomach grumbled in complaint. embarrassed, you tried to cough to cover up the fact you could eat a horse & then the whole barn.

eijiro shot you a smile. if he heard your stomach, he didn't say anything. instead, he offered, "what's your favorite food? i promise you that kats & i know a place."

you told them what your favorite food. they already knew though; you loved to post about it on your instagram highlights.

"no way, we were just about to head out to get some! you should come with," eijiro offered.

"i-i don't know," you said as you rubbed your arm. what if he's just being nice? what if he felt like he needed to invite you? those questions & then some circled your head.

"what don't you know, sweetheart?" eijiro questioned as he took your hand again, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. "we're not scaring you, are we?"

"n-no! that's not it!" you quickly denied. you didn't mean to give them that impression-- even though you were slightly intimidated by them. however, you were more nervous than anything. your two gym crushes are, not only, in front of you, not only talking to you, but inviting you to a restaurant with them. in your delusions, you pretended that it was a two-way date, even though it was just a friend hangout for sure.

"then what is it, baby?"

"you can just say you don't wanna go," katsuki said, rolling his eyes.

of course you wanted to go! it was a dream to have an opportunity to get closer to the two. "i do wanna go!"

"okay, then what's stopping you?" katsuki scoffed.

you admitted sheepishly, "i kinda spent a lot the other day on groceries & things from amazon."

eijiro was silent at first, then started laughing. "you're cute," he sighed as he let your hand go.

"listen, he didn't ask if you had money. he asked if you wanted to come with us, dumbass," katsuki said with a smirk. eijiro & him, before approaching you, had a long talk about how he needed to be nicer, so his lips turning upward ever so slightly was his "nicer."

"kats," eijiro warned, narrowing his eyes at his partner. katsuki gave a shrug as a response.

"i mean," you began, their attention turning towards you, "if you say it like that, i couldn't miss out on some good food." like a weight being lifted off of eijiro's chest, he let out a deep sigh of relief.

after you finish your last set, you headed to the locker room to freshen up while they waited for you. you fixed your hair, applied more deodorant just in case, & change your shirt-- also just in case.

they led you out of the gym, katsuki slightly in front of you. though his rough exterior, you saw how he was trying to be gentlemanly by making sure you were following him to the car. eijiro, once the car was unlocked, opened the passenger-side door for you. "are you sure?" you questioned while he slid off your duffel bag from off your shoulder.

he replied back, "yeah, i sit up there all the time anyways. it's tons more comfortable in the back for me."

you reluctantly sat in the front seat. the redhead threw himself into the back, placing your bag on the ground beside his.

katsuki slid into the driver's seat with his gym bag in hand. the moment eijiro sat up properly, katsuki threw his bag at his face.

laughter bubbled from you as you gasped out, "that was so mean!"

"yeah, that's why i did it," katsuki replied, getting more giggles out of you. he was in cloud 9, & so was eijiro. katsuki let himself relax to your laughter, falling for your voice. it was ten million times better than his favorite song, & if he had to choose his top band of all time or your voice, he'd never listen to the band ever again. eijiro would allow himself to get hit in the face with katsuki's duffle bag a thousand more times to see that expression on your face. smile wide, mouth agape, as you laughed for him.

"jerk," eijiro muttered, slapping the driver's shoulder.

"whatever," katsuki replied as he backed up the car, "it made the pretty girl over here laugh, so i don't really care if i was being a jerk."

you blushed at katsuki's sudden compliment. eijiro also seemed surprised. "i didn't think you had it in you, kats," eijiro praised, you thought it was because eijiro was just being a supportive friend. the other two knew that it was because of something deeper, something they've worked through in their relationship.

"hey, i got an idea," eijiro started, changing the topic, but you still couldn't get over how flirtatious the two were being. "how about we order takeout from the place? it's pretty busy around this time, so it'll be a wait until we actually get to sit down & eat. is that okay with you, y/n?"

"uh, yeah! if that's what you guys want to do, i don't mind," you said. "where would we eat though?"

"we can go back to our place?" eijiro suggested.

"yeah, i'd be okay with that as long as the two of you are okay with me coming over?"

"we are, don't worry," eijiro said, fishing his phone out of his gym bag. "i'm gonna start ordering, okay?"

while he ordered online, you began talking with katsuki. "i didn't know the two of you were roommates."

"roommates? yeah, i guess we're something like that," katsuki replied. he placed his right hand on the gear stick; he tapped his finger to the beat of the song you decided to play after they practically forced the aux cord into your hand.

"well what else would you call the two of you?"

"no, roommates describe us pretty well," katsuki lied. in his head, it wasn't technically lying. they split the chores, the bills, the rent, just like real roommates do. they grocery shop, they clean, they take turns mowing the lawn & keeping their plants green. the only difference is that they suck each other's dicks & fuck each other in the ass... roommates for sure.

katsuki glanced in the rear view mirror & made eye contact with eijiro. the shark-toothed man rolled his eyes with a knowing smile then continued to pay for your guys' food. he asked you earlier on the way out of the gym what you wanted to order to save time since he already planned in head you were going home with them.

"so how long have you guys been friends?" you asked to fill the silence.

"we've been friends since freshman year of high school," eijiro told you. he wasn't ready to reveal his relationship & how he wanted you to be a part of it yet as he didn't know your stance on polyamory.

"that's a long time! i don't have any friends from high school honestly," you recalled, your town was pretty small after all so all the people were just clones of each other, & it freaked you out.

"yeah, we're pretty good friends. i know kats here inside & out~"

by the time you arrived at the restaurant, the food was done & packaged. "i'll go get it, be right back," eijiro announced before getting out of the vehicle. katsuki had enough curtsy to park in the nearest space closest to the entrance.

"i'll come with you to get the drinks," katsuki said, unbuckling his seat belt. "just stay here & be pretty, easy enough, right?"

"oh, o-okay, i guess," you replied. the keys stayed in the ignition, air conditioner pumping cool air throughout the car. you pulled out your phone, texting your college friends about what was going on.

outside, eijiro pulled katsuki close, whispering in his ear, "be nice or i'll make you."

katsuki pried his lover's hand off of his neck with a scoff. "i am being nice. look at her, she doesn't care."

"i swear to god, katsuki, you're gonna fuckin' pay if you scare her off," eijiro threatened through gritted teeth. he brushed his fingers on katsuki's semi-hard cock through his sweatpants. eijiro took a deep breath, & katsuki stared at him with an amused expression.

by the time you looked up, they were already headed back with a plastic bag full of food & specialty drinks they wanted you to try. you smiled at the two of them, unlocking the doors when they got to the car. you didn't see the interaction between the two of them moments before. maybe if you did, you'd put two & two together.

the drive to their apartment only lasted a song & a half. you were expecting to pull into a regular, slightly warn-down apartment complex with four floors of rooms. instead, they drove into the parking lot of a glass building, a skyscraper to you-- just another tower to city folk.

"woah," you said, though you didn't mean to. "what is this?"

"it's where we live," katsuki said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"but... how? it's so fancy," you gasped.

katsuki parked the car as eijiro chirped, "you haven't even seen our apartment."

to call it an apartment was an understatement. it was a penthouse that could fit your apartment three time & still have room left. it was luxury at its finest, if you do say so yourself. you couldn't fathom how this could be someone's "regular."

the statement wall was nothing but glass, sunlight spilling into the living room. the high ceiling -along with the two men who towered over you- made you feel miniature. the decor matched the house, yet it didn't match eijiro or katsuki. it was pristine, minimalistic. when you pictured a boys' apartment, you thought it would be messy with random decor that don't match. hell, your dorm room was messier than their entire penthouse! at least, from what you could tell.

as they took off their shoes, you followed in suit. eijiro took you by the hand, saying, "allow me to give you a tour, sweetheart."

"i-if you insist," you stuttered out; you weren't used to the physical contact, even though it's happened a few times already. he showed you to the kitchen, which had a beautiful backdrop that complimented the countertop. all their kitchenware matched because why wouldn't it? even their barstools matched!

the dining space was nothing but a glass table with black chairs. the centerpiece was a black-tinted, glass pitcher with fake locks of wheat inside of it. "pretty cool, isn't it?"

"so fancy, i'm kind of nervous honestly," you half-joked, half-told-the-truth. seriously, who were these two? how could they afford this at their age? you figured they were around your age, maybe a few years older than you. you've met people who are twenty years older than you who don't have living spaces as nice as eijiro's & katsuki's.

"what? why?" asked eijiro, who sounded slightly offended. he caught that you were joking, but he was curious what made them so intimidating.

"it's just you guys are so put-together. i've never met anyone like the two of you," you told him, & it was true. you've never seen anyone so well-built in all aspects of their life.

eijiro laughed as he ran his fingertips through his spikey hair. "trust me, we had to work our asses off for this place. all the furniture & stuff came with it, so we never changed it."

he started to guide you to the living room, showing off all of their consoles that sat on the tv stand shelves. "any game you wanna play, we got," katsuki said from the kitchen, sounding proud of their collection.

"it's true. we love video games," eijiro told you with that same, charming grin that gets your face red. the way he kept flashing the smile made you think he knew how flustered it got you. "let me show you the rooms. that's probably the only place we decorated on our own."

as he led you through the hallway to the bedrooms, you took note of the framed pictures hung on the wall. it was a mixture of photos of katsuki & eijiro on their own & them two together. "you guys must be close," you stated, pointing out the obvious.

"yeah, we're really close," he said back. "believe it or not, but he's softened up over the years. katsuki used to be so much meaner back in high school."

"that's neat that you guys basically grew up together. i never really had like, a best friend," you revealed. you don't know why you were telling him this, you felt like you could though. "i'm jealous of people who can make those connections honestly."

"i lucked out. it's pretty hard to make deep connections, like you said," eijiro agreed, opening the door to guest room/office. "you make it sound like you've never had a relationship."

"i mean, technically i have," you admitted-- you didn't want to seem lame or inexperienced in front of him after all. "just not a long term one. it's hard dating in a small town where everyone already dated everyone else. you'd think that it be like, ten times easier to date in the city, but it's not!"

eijiro listened to your tangent, adoring how riled up you're getting. he didn't want you to stop, it was such an intimate moment -to him- that the two of you were sharing, just the two of you. "oh yeah? tell me more."

"my parents were right, city boys are so much more... direct. they can barely hold a conversation with me in person & over text then they flash me their... you know, thing. i mean, i get being horny & all, but i don't think i'd ever show off like that to get some. it doesn't actually work though, does it?"

"no, unsolicited nudes ever work. guys on dating sites are usually super desperate. you've already figured that out, huh?" eijiro asked, masking his anger (because you went out on dates with other guys) with fake interest. he already knows most things about you. it's not hard to get into chat logs if you know the right people.

"oh, yeah i have. i wasn't interested in this guy after one date, so i cut it off with him, but he kept texting me for two weeks straight. saying stuff like how i was a gold-digger then he'd apologize, asking for another chance."

"sounds terrible," eijiro replied as he exited the room, you following close behind. he opened the only other bedroom door, telling you briefly that it was his-- he's not a liar, he's just not telling the full truth. he sat down on the bed & offered a spot next to him so you can comfortably tell him all the things men did to you.

"maybe you're looking in the wrong places," said eijiro, his voice dropping an octave lower. his face inched closer to yours, but you didn't notice as you continued your rant.

"it is terrible! another guy took me on a date to this really nice restaurant & he brought both of his parents & his little sister! said something about how we were going to get married because it was god's plan. it was actually really scary at the time. i give up on dating."

"i don't even know where to look! i mean, i guess the gym is a good place to find guys with goals like mine; they're usually misogynists or taken though. you & katsuki are the only ones i'd actually date though, but you guys are swimming in girls-" you cut yourself off once you realized what you just said so clearly. "i mean, i know you guys aren't interested, & it's weird to have two crushes-"

"calm down, sweetheart," eijiro interrupted, & you looked up at him. you almost jumped once you saw how close he actually was. the tips of your noses nearly touched, his left hand was propped behind your back against the bed, his fingers toying with the waist of your pants. his other hand rested on your upper thigh. "i just need to know before i say anything more. do you think i can handle me?"

you nodded, shrinking away from him. could he hear how your heart pounded against your rib cage? your heartbeat rang in your ears as it muffled whatever he was saying. your voice was caught in your throat; you knew if you tried to talk, you'd just squeak.

"do you think you can handle katsuki?"

you nodded again.

"how do you feel about both of us? can you handle both of us?" his hand traveled up your body to cup your chin. all you could do was nod. you've never really thought about two men at once before until now. "use your words, y/n."

"i-i could d-date both of you," you said out of innocences. you didn't want him to know about all the dirty thoughts swimming through your head.

"ah-ah-ah~" he tsked. "i asked if you could handle us both because if you say yes, i promise you that you'll be more than just a date to us. you'll be our pretty, little girlfriend. so i'm going to ask you again; could you handle both of us?" you let your eyes wander for just a second. you saw katsuki leaning against the doorframe, a knowing smirk on his face. his hand readjusted his member, but it only brought attention to how it tented against his pants. you gulped.

"y-yes i can, i-i can h-handle both of you," you said, intrigued, curious. you could barely spit out that sentence before eijiro crashed his lips against yours. you let out a muffled squeak, & he took that as an invitation to let his tongue roam into your mouth.

a string of saliva connected the two of you when he pulled away from you. he turned to katsuki with a lusted expression with half-lidded eyes & a toothy grin. "you hear that, babe? she wants to be with us."

babe? you thought. babe is what you call a girlfriend... or a boyfriend. they watched as you finally realized why the two of them lived together, why the photos on the wall were them doing more-than-friend poses, why there wasn't another room for katsuki. "th-the two of you are, um, a-a thing?"

"took ya' long enough," katsuki taunted, sauntering towards the two of you. he grabbed eijiro by the throat, pulling him into a rough, passionate kiss. he threw his red-headed partner off of him as fast as he kissed him. he placed his hand behind your head, colliding your lips together.

once the two of you disconnected from each other, you tried to defend yourself. "i-i'm sorry! i r-really didn't know y-you two were dating!"

"yeah, we know," eijiro laughed, his hand roaming back down to your leg. "it doesn't matter though. you're worth sharing, you know that, sweetheart? you're so utterly beautiful that we couldn't help but fall for you. can you blame us?"

"you're just our type. motivated, real. you're just so fuckin' sexy," katsuki confessed. he sat down on the other side of you. he dragged you into another rough kiss, & eijiro latched his lips onto your neck. both of their hands began to touch you all over. eijiro's hand found itsway in between your legs, & you grinded against his thick fingers. katsuki's was under your shirt, under your bra, squeezing your flesh.

eijiro whispered in your ear as you made out with katsuki, "you want this, don't you? you really want us."

you moaned into katsuki's mouth as a "yes." your panties were stained with your slick at this point. your pussy throbbed in need, how much you needed them inside you. eijiro nipped at your neck again, marking you in hickeys & love bites. you threw your nervousness to the side as leaned against their arms. both of your hands started rubbing against their bulges. you pulled away katsuki, gently shoving him away. "y-you guys a-actually want me as a, you know, girlfriend?"

"we do, pretty girl. we want to be the only ones to love you, to need you. we're going to be the only ones you ever crave," eijiro purred into you ear as katsuki threw off his shirt. "tell me everything you're worried about so i can ease your mind~"

"a-are you sure you want me?" you uttered with a reddened face. this was nothing like you've ever experienced before.

katsuki butted in, "we fuckin' need you, idiot. how clear do i need to be." he grasped you by the throat, making it harder for you to breath. "i need you."

"i need you, too, sweetheart," eijiro whispered against your neck, which was littered with red marks. you didn't even realize that he stripped down to nothing but his grey boxers. out of his waistband poked his leaking tip, oozing precum for you. "say what you want from us~"

"i-i need you too! i need both of you!" you squeaked out, though you were nervous for what the future might hold, you wanted to experience this, them, to the fullest.

"good answer," growled katsuki, slipping off his sweatpants. "now strip. you can't be the only one hiding yourself."

you did as you were told in an instant. you threw off your shirt, &, with the help of eijiro, you took off your pants. as you stripped, eijiro pulled katsuki in for a victory, sloppy kiss. their tongues fought for dominance. you couldn't help but get more aroused as you watched the two & their passion.

to return the favor, you start peppering kisses on eijiro's neck. his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to his mass by grabbing the meat of your ass. you butterfly kisses turned into desperate bites to mark him. you sucked on his most sensitive spot; he moaned into katsuki's mouth, his eyes fluttering open just to roll in the back of his head. katsuki invaded his mouth with his tongue, making eijiro choke on their mixed spit & his thick muscle.

katsuki, though his eyes were shut, pulled his boxers down & stroked his length. every up-stroke caused more precum to bead out of his tip. it dripped down his shaft, being used as lube while he played with himself. katsuki was an impatient man, though. his own hand can't keep him satisfied for long. the hand that was tugging at his dick shot into your hair. he grasped a fist full of your locks, & he forced your face against his cock. all while he made eijiro's mind numb with nothing but his tongue.

you opened your mouth. one moment you took a deep breath, the next you were choking on katsuki's heavy dick. your eyes watered as he forced himself down your throat. you felt your throat bulge, you felt yourself gag, & there was nothing you could do but choke & cry.

the ashen blonde finally pulled away from eijiro, his other hand on the other side of your head while he thrusted in & out of your mouth. "kats, baby, don't be too rough with her~" eijiro told him, but he knew katsuki wouldn't listen. in fact, he knew he would do the opposite, & that's just what he wanted.

in retaliation, katsuki thrusted deeper down your throat. your hands pressed against his hips to try & stop & catch your breath. instead, he let go of your hair & grasped both your wrists & yanked them behind himself as they straightened. you were forced to take all 9 inches down your throat. drool dripped down your chin.

eijiro unclipped your bra from behind, & he sat you on his lap. his cock stood squished between your thighs. he bucked his hips forward, & your panties began to shape to your pussy lips. the cloth rubbed against your clit, a moan bubbled from your throat, but it was muffled thanks to katsuki's prick thrusting in & out of you mouth. "you said you can take us, prove it," hissed katsuki, glaring down at you while he fucked your pretty, little mouth.

eijiro slipped off you panties, strands of your wetness snapping away the further he pulled them down. katsuki finally shoved your face off his spit-coated dick. eijiro say you against the headboard so you were sitting. he was on his hands & knees in front of you.

katsuki was behind eijiro, a loud spank jolted the redhead forward. with your spit & katsuki's precum as lube, he thrusted into eijiro's asspussy. you watched as eijiro's eyes widened & his mouth hung open. "a-ah, fuck, kats," he moaned out as he abused his hole. eijiro locked gazes with you, then gave you that same, charming smile. through the slapping thrusts that filled the room, he asked, "does this get you excited, hm? you like watching us?"

you were speechless, so turned on beyond belief. all you could do was nod.

"you're so c-cute, y-y/n," he whimpered, his fingers finding your pussy. you spread your legs wider, & your juices gushed out. he inserted two fingers, it was already thicker than you've ever handled. he pressed his mouth to your tit, flicking your nipple with his tongue. you squealed as you stared into katsuki's eyes. his narrowed eyes stayed trained on you while his cock was buried in his boyfriend's ass.

you cheeks were still tear stained, your eyes red from pleasure. eijiro inserted a third finger. a hand, your hand, shot up to cover your screams of pleasure. katsuki pulled out of eijiro. he went to their shared bed stand & used a clean towel to wipe his dick.

eijiro, with no effort, carried you on to his lap as he fell to his hip so he was sitting down. he brought your knees to you ears. katsuki sat in front of you on a chair that was beside their full-length mirror. you could see everything; you could see eijiro's cocky expression, how wet your pussy was, how excited katsuki stroked his cock. "ready to prove you can handle me, sweetheart?"

"y-yes, eijiro!" you shouted, mind clouded with lust. "please fuck my pussy!"

following your command, he thrusted his entire girth into your weeping hole. you screamed in pain & pleasure, more juices leaking onto his lap. "y-you're so fuckin' big," you moaned out. he hasn't even thrusted yet, & you already saw stars. after a moment, he moved his hips. your tits bounced with ever thrust.

in the mirror, you saw how your stomach bulged when eijiro was balls deep inside you & how it would disappear when he pulled out, only to reappear when he slammed himself inside you. his thrusts were slow, but not gentle-- unlike katsuki's. "eijiro," katsuki said, getting bored of his hand. "my turn."

eijiro rolled his eyes, but he released your legs & lifted you off of him. "bend over, sweetheart. he loves your ass," eijiro told you, & you listened. katsuki stood up as you bent down in front of him, using your hands to spread your ass & pussy lips apart.

"god, you're too fuckin' short," katsuki growled. all of a sudden, your feet were off the ground as you were still bent over. eijiro grabbed onto your flailing hands. as a thank you, you shoved his slick-covered dick down your throat. katsuki wasted no time & fucked your pussy while you were airborne. his hands carried you by your hips. he used you like you were toy, pounding your cervix with his angry tip. eijiro didn't even have to move with how much katsuki manhandled you.

you were trying to scream as katsuki picked up the pace, but all that came out was spit & gags. "you're gonna break her," mused eijiro, feeling your arms go limp. you accepted that they were in complete control, & that there was nothing you could do about it.

katsuki didn't respond. instead, he groaned between thrusts, "take. this. slut. you're. such. a. fuckin'. tease." his deep, long strokes turned shallow & spastic. shots of hot, white cum coated every inch of your pussy. it swelled in your womb; you felt katsuki's cock twitch as your pussy milked every drip. you came with him, your juices squirting onto the ground, rolling down your leg.

with a few more thrusts, eijiro flooded your throat with his cum. his salty, bitter jets dribbled out of the corner of your mouth. katsuki set you down & pulled out, & eijiro followed. their cum leaked out of your holes onto the floor, & you collapsed on the floor. eijiro held you up by your arms.

"we're not done with you," he snickered as he carried you onto the bed. katsuki, who was already laying on the bed, had you lay on top of him. he held your legs open while his tip ghosted over your asshole. eijiro was in between your legs, straddling katsuki's. he readied himself at your entrance. he bent down to kiss katsuki, then you.

he & katsuki simultaneously shoved themselves into your throbbing holes. you let out a scream. you convulsed, legs shaking while you came all over them. through your release, they picked up the pace. when one was out of you, the other was buried inside you. because of your orgasm, you were more sensitive than usual. "i-it's too m-mu-much!" you cried while you came again.

"aw~ is my baby getting over stimulated?" eijiro cooed, yet his pace was still as harsh as ever. having both of them inside you made you feel so full. you could feel how much more length katsuki had, but eijiro had more girth.

"that's a shame," katsuki snickered. his hand found it's way in between your legs from behind. using his middle finger, he started rub your clit.

"s-stop! i-i'm go-go-"

"let it all out," was the last thing you heard before everything went white. all you felt was pleasure, they pumped in & out of you.

"m-more, more, more," you mindlessly moaned with every thrust. they gave you more, just to see your face every time you came. you don't know how many times they came inside you, it was all just a blur.

you loved how full they made you. your throat was scratchy because of their cocks, because of how much you screamed your name. you were covered in hand prints, hickeys, love bites, & their cum.

you don't know when you switched positions, but now the three of you were on your sides. katsuki was buried deep inside your pussy once again, releasing his seed deep inside of you. eijiro coated your ass in cum before inserting himself back inside your asshole.

they finally stopped moving. they were still buried in your tight, sore holes. you were sandwiched between them, connected to them. "go to sleep, good girl," katsuki praised, kissing your forehead. eijiro kissed your shoulder, then the two of them shared a kiss. your eyelids immediately shut. that's when you learned that you loved feeling full when you slept.

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uluvjay · 6 months

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Mad Max- M. Verstappen

Max Verstappen x innocent Horner! reader

In which Max takes a shitty race out on you

Warnings?; SMUT, oral (m receiving), mean max, checo slander(I’m not sorry), cursing, slight manipulation?, cursing, kissing

Part of my 1k celly:)

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To say he was pissed would be an understatement, he was moments away from exploding and he didn’t care who got hurt in the process.

Everything was going amazing-perfect even, until turn four when an anxious and determined to prove himself Checo made contact with the back of Max’s car, sending him spinning into the wall.

He usually wouldn’t have gotten so mad but Checo knew how important this weekend was to Max, he was capable of winning the championship long before Abu Dhabi and all he had to do was win the fucking race.

He walked into the garage face red with anger and frustration, his helmet had already been thrown somewhere in the room and Christian was trying his best to calm the man down.

With Christian Telling him he needed to go into his drivers room and take a moment to himself the Dutch man stormed off to the room knowing his principal was right.

He was almost there when he saw your little body clad in his favorite white dress, with that stupid bow(that he actually adored) in your hair.

He didn’t even give you a proper look in the eyes before he was grabbing your wrist and dragging your smaller body behind his.

“Max wha-“

“Shut up” he interrupted.

Shoving you into his drivers room he shut and locked the door before turning around and removing his race suit.

“What happened?” He heard your small voice from behind him.

“Fucking Checo” he grumbled and by his tone you knew better than to ask him to elaborate.

Finally stripped down to just his boxers the anger filled man turned around to face your small frame.

“Come here” he demanded, a sickly smirk overtaking his face as you obediently did as he said.

He looked down at you with dark eyes, his dick hardening even more at the way your clueless ones stared back at him.

“Need you to help me a little baby” he spoke as his hands gathered your hair in one of his hands.

“B-but last time my dad almost caught us Maxie, what if he actually does this time?” You stressed but all he did was place a finger to your lips and tell you to shush.

“Don’t worry about him schat, he’s to busy making sure Checo actually finishes in the points.” He spoke, a finger running along your cheek.

“Now are you gonna help me or are you gonna make me suffer here?”

“I’ll help” you whined as his hands tugged your hair and a smile appeared on his face.

“Good girl, on your knees” he patted your cheek and moved back.

You did as the Dutch asked, sitting on your knees with your hands folded patiently in your lap. Awaiting his instruction.

Max loved you like this, on your knees and obedient for him, all for him.

“Such a good little whore” he smiled, hands gathering you hair once again to form a makeshift ponytail.

“Take my cock out” he nodded down at you.

A smirk appeared on his face at the little whimper that emerged from your throat at the sight of his hard and aching cock.

“Go ahead baby, fill that little mouth of yours” he encouraged.

You spit in your hand brining it forward to slowly jerk him off while your tongue started to leave little kitten licks at his tip.

Max gasped as the feeling of your tongue coming into contact with his tip, he was doing his best to allow you to take your time but he wouldn’t be able to contain his urges much longer.

His head leaned back as you took him deep in your throat, your small moans vibrating his cock.

“So good schat, such a perfect whore for me” he groaned out as his hand began applying pressure to your head.

Sucking greedily on his cock, spit began to drip down your chin and mascara mixed with the salty tears escaping from your eyes, one of Max’s favorite sights.

His little noises and degrading words he spoke in Dutch spurred you on, even more determined to make him feel better.

Pulling away from his cock with a cough for much needed air you continued to use your hands to work him, thumb running over the tip just as your tongue would.

Pulling your head back towards his cock Max took full control this time. Smirking at the sight of his cock making a bulge in your mouth as you tried taking all of him again.

“Getting so close Schat” he groaned as he fucked your face.

Your little gags egging him on to go faster, the way your nails dug into the skin of his bare thighs had him moaning out at the slight pain.

Looking down at your ruined face was enough to bring him over the edge, eyes wet and messy from runny mascara, spit covering your chin and cheeks.

With a heavy breath he pulled out of your mouth and instructed for you to open your mouth and stick your tongue out for him.

He pumped himself till he came with a deep groan, most of him cum making it into your mouth with a bit scattering your chin.

“Swallow for me” he told you, a hand petting your hair.

You did as he asked and stuck your tongue back out to show him. He smirked at you before pulling you back onto your feet and crashing his lips against your own.

He moaned at the taste of himself on your lips and tongue, the spit and tears on your face making the kiss even more sloppy.

“Did so good for me, my perfect little whore” he praised before dragging you towards his small bathroom to get cleaned up.

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btdemaru · 11 months

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Obey Me Brothers eating you out

(hc's/drabble?)

Note : demon tongue hc's and their demon forms r used!

Warnings : [GN!reader], eating out, monster tongue, NSFW so minors dni, alot of cum, overstimming, edging, brat taming (Lucifer), spanking (mammon), toys (asmo), bondage (satan).

Lucifer

His tongue would be long and the end would have a sharp shape (basically not dull flat)

He loves to shove his tongue while kissing you basically deep in your throat and he pulls away just to look at your sloppy drool-covered face

Lucifer will edge you if you're a brat to him but definitely reward you by making you overstimulated

Likes to tease until you BEG for him to put his tongue in or give you more friction

If you're feeling bratty or just want some rough sex just annoy the shit outta him or disobeying him (gl tho)

"You're acting like this on purpose aren't you?" He spoke while his fingers graze over your hole, licking it up but not giving you the satisfaction of putting it in. "If you want it so bad then..beg for it." If you did beg enough for him to put it in then be ready cause he's gonna be there until you can't even talk and your hole is bruised and puffy as his long thick monstrous tongue fucks your needy hole.

Mammon

I like to think that his tongue is almost similar to a human tongue but just longer with a piercing on the edge

Cause he's the avatar of Greed, dont be suprised that he's always greedy for your cum and wants to make a mess out of you

Gripping your thighs while he's working his way making you cum again and again

His tongue piercing makes it better cause it always rub and hits the spot that made you see stars

Chatty and dirty talks you while he's deep in, the vibration makes you go nuts (he does this on purpose 🤝)

Spanks you lightly for fun

"haah.. c'mon cum for me and me only~" his words slurred as his tongue is fully inside you and fingers are squishing and kneading your soft plushy cheeks "yeah? One more time, cum on me.. yours truly will make you feel good once more". He said again, pulling his tongue out just to bite your thighs before shoving back in and shoves his tongue in and out faster while stroking himself, cumming all over his thigh and pants staining it. Spanks your thigh multiple times before going again.

Leviathan

I think his tongue would be longer than Lucifer's and would be bright blue, definitely thicker aswell

He's so shy to do it but will obey your commands

If you guide him, he'd be determined to make you feel good and practice to make you scream and cry just from his tongue

Would grind on a pillow or something so the both of you feel good while moaning your name

Levi would try stucking his tongue so deep but is scared it'll hurt you even though silently he wants to so bad

"hmmff.. this- good..?" Leviathan said in between him slurping you, his long tongue drills itself into you without mercy, one hand on your chest while the other one is pumping his own cock wanting to catch his orgasm "close, I'm- ah shit.. close!" He said as he came all over the sheets trying to come back from the high orgasm while licking the edge of your hole. "Taste.. so good~" his face was tinted with slightly red looking away from you "again?"

Satan

Sharp tongue but not sharp enough to cut or hurt you

But slight rough on the edges compliments his sharp fangs aswell

Angry sex will occur now and then so yay to you if you like it rough

Will tie your legs onto the edge of the bed/sofa so that you're spread wide giving him alot of access

If he's angry about something or someone (lucifer 💀) he'd go longer until his anger is satiated

"mhh, fuck! Could you believe that fucker did that? Mhhh.." Satan yanks your thigh while he spoke before spitting onto your hole and dives in. "Be good for me and sit here for awhile yeah? I'm sure you can take at least.. two hours~" he laughs and slid his rough tongue inside, going slowly so he doesn't hurt you because no matter how mad he is at anything theres no chance he'd hurt you. "Mmmh" Satan starts to move his tongue in and out faster while his other hand is playing with you, flicking and pinching it lightly. Stops when he knows you're about to cum "not yet. be patient."

Asmodeus

I think asmo has multiple tongues (like tentacle-ish almost)

Asmo will beg you to experiment with his tongue, maybe he shoves his tongue in you while he abuses you with a vibrator or your tip/clit

Will do this for hours until he's satisfied

Uses multiple toys on you

"please let me use it!" He begged as he holds a vibrator in his hand while still in between your legs. Asmo started to turn on the vibration and slightly pushing it in your hole before licking the rim "see~? Feels good doesn't it" he took it out making you whine at the loss of action, before you could even complain he shoves his big tentacle-like tongues in you. It hurt, of course it did there were multiple of them. "Hehe~! I'm sure it doesn't hurt that bad..!"

Beelzebub

Just his tongue can make you cum multiple time ughh

His tongue has a little edge sticking out, like satan's sharp edges but they're dull and squishy

The texture is like any normal tongue but big and thick whike sort of flat and not sharp at all

He'll eat you out until he's full (which is never) or when it's in the middle of the night and he's hungry

"m'still hungry..let me eat more.." he said while you're already extremely overstimulated from cumming countless of times from his tongue, he doesn't even need to use his fingers. "Tasty...so..hungry..." Beel spoke while shaking his head sideways on your hole just to make your wetness splash everywhere, his face and his neck covered in juices and spit. He could go til the sun rises again and he would still be hungry and wanting more of you "look how red and puffy it became..mmmhh" if you tried to push his head off from your already bruised hole he'd force your legs to lock his head and shoves his tongue in again.

Belphegor

This is just what i imagine but i think his tongue would be..dry because he sleeps most of the times not getting enough water

Probably has a beige sort of color to it, and isn't really as big as his twin but enough to pleasure you

He'd insist on you sitting on his face because that way he can lay down while eating you out

Lazy smexy time? Hell yea

"press more.. i can take it" he says while trying to make you sit on his face even harder, silently he wants you to use his face like nothing but a toy for yourself and you only. He lazily shoves his tongue making you grind on it yourself in a teasing manner "if you want it so bad..then hurry" belphie smirks under you while licking and lapping your juices up.

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sunarc · 5 months

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a geto x spoiled reader pls:3

Cw: sugar daddy geto, reader is spoiled, riding, male receiving oral, doggy, a lot of spit

A/N: this took forever for me to get to but I hope you enjoy it.

Geto can’t get enough of spoiling his baby. Anything you want he’s willing to give it to you. That’s why it’s such a surprise when you ask for a new bag to match the pair of shoes he had just brought you only to receive a no without hesitation. The words fall past his lips so easily and you feel sick immediately. i’m

“No?” you ask, staring at him incredulously.

He doesn’t even look up at you from the book in his hand. This is unlike him. You stare, confusion plastered on your face.

“Is there a parrot in the room? You heard what I said, my love” his voice is the same calm tone it always is, soft and calm. His words somehow feel harsh telling you no, even with the loving nickname he always calls you and with how delicate he is when he says it.

You sit confusion, anger even. How could he say no to you? What was the game plan here?

“Are you well?” you ask, feeling his forehead. The only explanation for this would be that he is sick. What other reason would he have for saying no to you? Perhaps he is too sick to take you shopping. That’s okay you could just take his card.

“I’m very well, thankyou for asking” his tone angers you.

Geto has never been one to deny you anything. If you ask for something he is quick to give you exactly what you want. It almost sounds like another language when he tells you no.

“I want a new bag!” you whine childishly as you kneel in front of him between his legs giving him puppy dog eyes. Geto may not show it but he always falls for this face. You're his precious darling, how could he not fall apart when he sees that sweet pout.

He chuckles at this which only infuriates you even more.

“And why exactly do you think you deserve a new bag?” he’s finally giving you the attention you desire.

You look at him as if the answer is obvious “Because you always get me what I want” you cock your head to the side.

Geto throws his head back laughing. If you were angry before you were furious now.

“What’s so funny?” you ask, folding your arms with an angered pout.

“Let me get this straight angel” He leans forward bringing his face close to yours. “You think you deserve a new bag and you’ve been nothing but mean to me, talking back, not listening, even ignoring me when I talk to you?” he asks with a shocked expression. “Hmm I must be confusing the definition of good then” he leans back and picks up his book.

You want to give a sarcastic reply but you know better. You had been a bit mean the past few days but only because you weren’t feeling good but you were much better now.

“I’ll be good I promise” you whine

“Too late for that” he’s turning the pages of his book not even paying attention to you. “You haven't even apologized”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for being mean ! I didn’t mean it”

Geto looks at you from over his book. His eyes are dark with a menacing glaze over them.

“Actions speak louder than words my love” he spreads his legs wider “How about show me how much you want that bag”

Your hands move faster than your brain can process the words that leave his mouth. You drag his pants down enough to expose his cock with a hungry look, determined to please him. Your mouth hangs open watching the way his cock springs out from his pants. Something takes over you when you see the precum that leaks from his tip. You lick a long strip up from the base of his cock. Your hand pumps while your tongue flicks at the tip desperate to get a reaction out of him. You look up to see him not even paying attention to you. As if you aren’t even there he flips the page of his book humming softly. He’s blatantly ignoring you waiting to see how you will react. What are you going to do to get his attention? Do you even think you deserve his attention? You love a good challenge. You slide your mouth down onto his cock gagging slightly when you reach his base. You begin bobbing slowly building up tension. Your hands massage his balls gently wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. You’re determined, you’d do anything just to hear so much as a whimper. The slurping sounds grow louder as you bob your head. Your eyes look up at him only to see him staring at you with a dark look. His head is resting in his hand almost as if he’s bored. He’s holding back. He can’t give you the satisfaction of hearing him just yet.

“That’s the best you can do” he places the book down and leans back on the couch “You got my attention, now make that shit sloppy, you know how I like it”

You pick up speed,loudly slurping and sucking him in. His words are like fuel for you. You have his attention now, it's time to figure out how you’ll keep it. You bob your head in a quick pace moaning around his cock. Something about knowing how you please him makes you wet to the point you’re dripping.

“Hmm somebody really wants that bag huh” his hand grips your hair guiding your head up and down at his desired pace. “You’re gonna have to gag a little more”

His cock is covered in saliva. Spit pools down your chin leaving you a complete mess. Geto continues guiding your motions pushing you down onto his cock without mercy. He pulls you up letting you gasp for air.

“Look at my messy baby, working so hard” his hand grips your hair tightly “Not hard enough though. Stand up” he commands.

You stand up in front of him looking down suddenly feeling shy under his gaze.

“Strip” his voice is sharp.

You slowly begin taking off your clothes. Your eyes peer over to see him stroking his cock watching you intensively. You’ve been naked in front of him a thousand times but something about now makes you feel nervous. Your arms wrap around your body when you're finally completely naked standing before him. He purrs at the sight of your shy form.

“Oh don’t get shy on me now” He pulls you down to sit on his lap. “You were just drooling all over my cock now you can’t even look at me?”

You know how ridiculous it sounds. You can’t help how his presence alone can make you shrink. His hand rubs your body, soothing you.

“You don’t have to be nervous my love” his voice is soft “All you have to do is cum on my cock and I’ll buy you any bag you want” his smile is innocent and sweet compared to the lewd words.

A heavy hand comes crashing down onto your ass.

“Hurry up, you know I don’t like repeating myself” he growls

You're quick to place the tip of his cock at your entrance. Your hands move to his shoulder to find balance. His hands grip your hips lazily letting you do the work. You glide down his cock slowly. Your eyes roll back from the pleasure of being filled by him. His cock is long and thick enough to have you cumming just from sinking down onto him. You shake the thought away. You’re desperate to see him lose control. You want him to break, fuck him until he’s moaning and cumming all for you.He wants the exact same thing. You bounce up and down on his cock at a slow pace. It’s one that has him biting his lip with a frustrated sigh. If Geto could have his way he’d be fucking into you like a feral animal. He wants to keep his composure, he has something to prove and he knows that you’ll break before him. He knows you can never reach the orgasm you so desperately desire without him. Within a few moments you’ll be whimpering about how sorry you are and begging him to fuck you how he knows you need him to but for now he’ll hold himself back and watch you believe you have control.

Your hands wrap around his neck as you bounce on his cock. His arm wraps around you massaging the fat of your ass.

“There it is, now you’re fucking like you have something to prove” he groans .

You feel so tight. He feels like he might explode. Geto knows his cock was made for you. It fits so perfectly into your hole. Your slick always feels like heaven when it’s dripping down the sides of his cock. He knows your body well; he might as well call it his own. The way you clench around him he can tell you're close to your own orgasm. He closes his eyes letting out a pleased sigh at the thought of you shaking and writhing cumming all over him. He loves how messy you can get sometimes, soaking the fabric beneath him. Sometimes you make a mess for him just from the feeling of him fucking you with the tip. God he loves you. He’ll buy you whatever you want ,just make his cock nice and messy just how he likes.

“Thats it so good for me fucking yourself on my cock like that” he groans

“You wanna cum?” he grabs your chin forcing you to meet his eyes.

You nod your head too far gone to think of any words to say.

“Uh-uh you use your words when you talk to me you know better”

“Ye-” you’re cut off by a moan

Geto shakes his head disappointed. He lifts you off his cock and pats your leg.

“All four. Let me show you how it's done my love.”

Your legs tremble in the position but Geto is quick to help by gripping your hips and slamming himself into you without warning. His cock reaches deeper inside of you in this position. You let out loud cries as his hips slam against yours. He grabs your arms pulling you down onto his cock.

“Come one let me hear how bad you want that bag.”

“Please please please” you chant slurring your words.

You can’t think of anything else apart from his cock.

“Aren’t you going to thank me?” he sounds genuinely confused “ I can’t believe my baby really has no manners, I thought I taught you better”

His cock shows you no mercy stretching you out. This is how he likes to have you. Fucked out of your mind barely able to think straight. He wants his cock sliding against your gummy walls to be the only thing going through that pretty head of yours. If he could he would have you like this for forever, fumbling over your words creaming on his cock.

“I- please- I can’t- it’s too much” the words fall past your lips as one.

“You’re gonna cum? Already?” Geto pace doesn’t falter , his cock continues ramming into you recklessly.

You can barely contain yourself. You're shaking in his grip, moaning and slurring a jumble of words. Geto is mesmerized by the sight. Watching you completely lose yourself overcome by your orgasm has him going feral. He can’t stop himself. Your body falls weakly against the couch too weak to sit up. Geto slows down fucking you with long slow strokes. He leans down to press kisses up your neck to your ear.

“That was so fucking hot.” he growls voice low and silky.

His voice sends shivers through your body and you can only whine in response too lost in the deep slow strokes he’s giving you.

“How about you make this pussy squirt on my cock and I’ll buy you two bags, fuck it I’ll buy you the whole store.”

#getou smut #getou x reader #getou #getou suguru x reader #geto smut #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru #getou suguru #jujutsu geto #geto x you #geto x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut

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Behind the Blindfold, ch. 4 [Gojo Satoru x reader]

tags: NSFW!!! female reader, jealousy, possessiveness, marking/biting/hickies, penetration (penis in vagina), unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (vaginal), tickle kink, creampie, finger sucking, big dick, aftercare, exhibitionism, hair pulling, doggy style, overstimulation, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, post orgasm torture, size kink, size difference, reader is short, gojo is feral af and a bit sadistic

summary: after a big argument fueled by jealousy, gojo satoru is determined to prove you wrong.

word count: ~4,477

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“Hey! (Y/N), wait!”

Heavy footsteps echo behind you as you rush through the crowded streets of Tokyo. You push your way past unassuming people, simmering quietly as you make your stormy escape. You hear someone calling for you, but the sound of his voice only serves to ignite you further. You pretend not to hear and keep going.

“I said wait, god damn it!”

You dip into a nearby alley and find yourself at a dead end. Shit. The footsteps that had been following behind you for the last several blocks pause, and you sense a foreboding presence behind you. You swing around to glare at Gojo Satoru, who’s staring back at you from behind dark tinted glasses with an uncharacteristically serious expression. He had barely broken a sweat during the chase, despite how quickly he was walking to keep up with you. Your attempt to run away had been futile.

“You’re a real piece of work. You know that?” he rubs the back of his neck, rolling his head backwards from side to side. “How many times am I going to have to chase after you like this?”

“I thought I told you to leave me alone.”

Your voice is sharp and full of venom. He shoves his hands into his pockets, the corners of his lips turned down in displeasure.

“Calm down, firecracker. Why are you so angry all of a sudden?” he whines. “You’re more worked up than usual.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” you snap back furiously.

“Okay, okay,” Gojo puts his hands up in an act of surrender, letting his sunglasses slide down the bridge of his nose. His radiant blue eyes peer over them, studying you intently. “I’m just trying to figure out why you’re so pissed off.”

“You know exactly why,” you spit back, trembling a bit from anger. “I should have known you’d pull something like this. I should have never gotten involved with you.”

“Huh? What on earth are you going on about?” annoyance begins to seep through his voice. “What the hell did I do?”

“I fucking saw you, Satoru. With my own two eyes.”

“Saw me what?” His volume increases, and you sense his own patience is wearing thin. “Spit it out already. I’m tired of this damn guessing game.”

“You were flirting with her! Right in front of me!” the tears you had been forcing back finally break through. You feel a few of them drip onto your burning cheeks and quickly wipe them dry. Your entire body feels hot. You hadn’t realized how agitated you had become. How he always managed to get under your skin was beyond you.

“Flirting with who? ” he pauses for a moment, tilting his head to the side with brows furrowed. “...Hold on a second. You mean the barista?”

“Yes,” you hiss. “I saw you take her number.”

You shoot daggers at his perfect face while he gawks at you, taking a moment to process your words. Then, his frown slowly starts to fade. A slow smile creeps across his face as he looks back at you with an incredible amount of satisfaction, chucking quietly in that low baritone of his.

That goddamn smile. It made it almost impossible for you to cling onto the anger.

Almost.

“Ah. I see what’s going on.”

He closes in on you, taking advantage of the fact that you’re up against the wall with nowhere else to run.

“You’re jealous.”

Lacking the energy to come up with a comeback, you simply cross your arms and scowl. He lets out a bitter laugh, shakes his head a little.

“Well, I can’t help that I’m ridiculously good looking and charming. It’s not something I can control,” he says, wearing the biggest shit-eating grin. “But she’s not my type at all. I just accepted it to be polite. You know, because somebody is always on my ass about being nice to people?”

You scoff angrily, but a few seconds later, he pulls you into his embrace. He wraps his arms around your back, pulls you into his chest. It’s such a sweet gesture. You don’t have the heart to push him away.

“You don’t need to get all grumpy about it,” his velvet baritone melts in your ear, his breath tickles your skin. “I told you, you’re the only one I’m interested in right now. That’s why I asked you out on this date, no?”

He takes your chin in one of his big hands, then pulls your face up, forcing you to return his gaze.

“Have a little more faith in me. How many times do I have to say that I only want you?”

He leans down and plants a kiss on your lips, twirling his tongue with yours. You close your eyes, allowing the last tears you’d been suppressing to drip onto your cheeks. He catches them in his thumbs and wipes them away. You’re not fighting him, but still find it difficult to get into it. He senses your hesitation and pulls away.

“You still don’t trust me,” he furrows his brows again, looking a bit forlorn.

A tinge of remorse stings your heart, but you remain silent. He sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets once more before backing away. He looks towards the sky as if contemplating something, pondering silently for a few moments, then turns back towards you with a stoic expression.

“You know, I’m a patient guy, (Y/N),” he finally speaks. His tone is darker, more embittered. “But even I have my limits.”

He narrows his eyes to glare at you intensely. The sight of him barely containing his unbridled frustration fills you with both fear and excitement. Your heart skips several beats; you recognize that look. You knew what this meant.

Those wild, insatiable eyes.

The way he’s purposely leering over you, a quiet reminder of your height difference.

He could ravage you as he pleased, take you whenever he wanted, as he’d done many times before.

And he was about to do it again.

Still at a loss of words, all you manage to do is stare back at him and watch as the sweet Gojo you’ve come to know becomes something sinister.

“What do I gotta do to prove myself, huh?” he towers over you as your back presses against the wall with that same crazed look in his eyes he had whenever he was about to take something, or someone, down. “Do I have to grovel at your feet? Kiss the ground you walk on? Tear my skin off so you can see me bleed for you?”

He slams his hand on the concrete wall beside your head and stares into your soul, locking those stunning baby blues with yours.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

You’d seen this side of him only once or twice, when the two of you were exorcizing a particularly difficult curse during one of your assignments. It was hard enough back then to focus on combat while you watched his fingers work their magic, curling and twisting as he used his jujutsu technique, reminding you of how skilled he was with his hands and how good they felt knuckle deep inside of you. His hair had been wild and unkempt as it flowed around his head. His eyes were fierce and untamed. His smile was wide and full of malice. He snickered as he worked, full of twisted pleasure as he tore the curse apart.

And now, his attention was solely on you.

“Maybe I’ve been too nice. Maybe I need to be a real bad guy for you to finally understand.”

Before you have a chance to respond, you feel one of his big hands wrap around your neck, holding you tightly in place. His grip is firm, but not painful. Your breath becomes shallow and frantic, and there’s nowhere to look but up. Your eyes meet his and his hands start to roam, slipping between your thighs to feel the warmth between them. His fingers touch your wet mound, then start to massage your swollen hood. He grins menacingly and lets out another dark chuckle.

“You like that, baby? You want me to be mean? You’re already soaking wet.”

His thumb traces your bottom lip, admiring its softness. You part your lips, inviting him inside, and he takes advantage of this invitation by shoving his thumb into your mouth. You wrap your lips around it, marveling at the taste and feel. It’s clean, soft, and a bit chapped from the dry air. Your mouth moves forward and backwards, reminding him of the talents of your tongue. His grin grows bigger, stretching his beautiful pink lips across his face.

When he can’t wait any longer, he pulls out his thumb and picks you up in a smooth, seamless fashion. He grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you into the air, pushing your back up against the alley wall while holding your legs at both sides of his waist. It happens so fast that you don’t have time to protest, to claim that you’re too heavy or that it’s too embarrassing. It’s like he’s carrying a basket of feathers; you’re practically weightless to him. Your legs dangle in midair for a second until they wrap around his waist as his thick, strong hands rest on your ass, cradling each cheek in his wide palms. There was no sign of strain or discomfort in his expression. Only an insatiable hunger, one that only you could feed.

God. He was so fucking hot.

“You want me to fuck you in front of her?” he growls into your ear in between the frantic neck kisses he’s peppering over your skin. “I’ll bring you back there right fucking now. I’ll show her how badly I want you.”

His mouth hungrily consumes you, his lips press themselves against every inch of your face. You’re caught between breathy gasps, sultry moans, and half-giggles. The sensations almost overwhelm you.

Your hand sneaks around to the back of his head and grips it tightly. His teeth sink into your neck, causing you to cry out and dig your nails in his skin. They wander upwards, scratching and clawing his buzzed undercut, and once again you are blessed with the sound of his sweet moans.

“Tell me who you belong to,” you demand, grabbing fistfuls of his silk hair, drunk off the beautiful, desperate noises he’s making.

“You,” he grunts while humping against your mound. He’s rock hard; it won’t be much longer until he forces it inside you once more.

“Say it louder.”

“You. I belong to you.”

“That’s right,” You cup his face, pull him in towards you until his lips meet yours. You whisper loaded threats in between each stolen kiss.

“You’re mine. All mine. I’ll fucking kill anyone who comes near you.”

It’s intense. Even you frighten yourself a bit as you voice your internal thoughts. But this is what Gojo Satoru has done to you.

“You’re scary, (Y/N),” he teases, laughing a little. “But it’s really fucking hot.”

You are starting to grow tired of words. Feeling brave, you run both hands through his hair, then yank it softly as you pull his head to one side. There’s a momentary look of shock on his face, but his confident grin quickly returns.

“Taking charge now?” he chirps.

You lean forward and whisper in his ear, mimicking all the times he’d done the same to you.

“I want the whole world to know you’re mine.”

It’s subtle, but you see him shudder as your words wash over him.

You begin to trail a path of kisses from his lips to his neck. Once you reach the smooth, blemish-free skin, you begin to suck, lick and bite ever so gently. He makes a sudden noise that’s shockingly high pitched before letting out a long moan. You hear his voice shudder as you do it again, alternating between tender kisses and aggressive bites. Each time you pull away, you look at his pale skin and see another red mark in the shape of your lips and teeth. But the other side looks bare. You gently pull his head to the left, allowing you access to the untouched. Your lips meet his skin once more, your teeth leave indents as you nibble and suck.

The sounds coming out of his mouth are heavenly. Like a chorus of angels warbling in the air. His voice flutters with every kiss, every bite, every new mark left that claims him as your own. His beautiful blue eyes roll back in his head as he makes sweet, fluttery noises, just for you.

“(Y/N)...” he murmurs, barely able to form coherent words. There was something oddly satisfying about seeing a grown man like him turn to putty in your hands. The greatest sorcerer in the world, brought down by neck kisses and hickies. And you were the only one who could bring him here.

You lose track of how many times you mark him, but when you’re finished, you trace each one with the tip of your finger. Admiring your work. Your marking has left him in a dream-like state; the only thing that comes out of his mouth is an airy, bubbly giggle. His skin quivers as your fingers trail across his neck. He’s just as sensitive as you are, if not more.

Your lips press against his, reawakening his desire. His hands grope your thighs. His fingers press deep into your skin, wanting to leave their own mark on you.

He can’t wait any longer. He sets you down, back on your feet. Wobbly hands grab your panties and yank them down your thighs. The hem of your skirt rides up, and you feel a rush of cool air between your legs. You suddenly remember you’re in public; your eyes dart around to see if any passersby are peeping at your lewd act. He notices this and laughs.

“Oh, are you feeling shy now?” he derides. “I forgot. You like your privacy.”

You start to talk back, but your surroundings change in an instant, and once again you find yourself in a totally new space far from the dirty, rancid alley. Gojo and his goddamn cursed technique. He just had to show it off whenever he had the chance.

You briefly glance around, and after a few seconds it dawns on you that you’re at his place. You’d only been there once or twice, but you recognize the smell of expensive cologne and the piles of black clothes scattered around the floor. The essence of Gojo Satoru.

He carries you to the couch and plops you down, then climbs on top to straddle you. He seizes your wrists, holds them above your head, then uses his free hand to poke and prod at your sides. It happens so fast, you have no time to prepare yourself for the electrifying sensations that shock your nerves. You scream, you laugh, you thrash around wildly as he torments your sensitive body more than ever before. All while cackling maniacally like some sort of evil villain.

“Satoru, stahahap!” is all you can manage to spit out.

“What’s the matter? You like this, don’t you?” he taunts, tickling you even harder. “I’m just getting you warmed up, sweetheart.”

“Stop, it’s too much! I can’t take it!”

“That’s right, baby. Beg for me.”

You feel like you’re going insane. He’s tickling you to madness, digging into your worst spots and tweaking your soft skin like he’s playing an instrument. Your laughter starts to sound like a hysterical melody. You’re struggling like hell to get out of his grasp, but the tickling has weakened you and eventually you resign yourself to laughing. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, and he watches your futile attempts to escape with sadistic glee. You start to babble, pleading him for mercy, but all that earns you is more wicked laughter.

“You cryin’?” he taunts, wiping a tear off your cheek and licking it. “How cute. No mercy for you, though. I’m a bad guy now, remember?”

A moment of respite. You grovel, appeal to his sense of mercy, but in the end he ignores you and resumes his torment. His fingers dance across your ribs, following your body’s movements as you twist and turn. At this point you can’t even form words, and despite how much you’re shrieking and giggling it still seems like he’s laughing even harder.

You’re not sure how much time passes. It could have been a few minutes, or half an hour, or longer, but he finally lets up, allows you to catch your breath. You take deep gulps of air, still giggling lightly when you feel his hand rest on your stomach.

The momentary respite ends too soon. He slides his hands down your waist, rests them on your hips, taps them with his long fingers. The feeling makes you jolt, and the sight of you quivering under his touch amuses him further. He chuckles again, staring down at you with a crazed, feral look in his eyes. Your heart is thumping so loudly you wonder if he can hear it.

“Turn around.”

It isn’t a request. He doesn’t give you any time to decide whether or not you’re going to be obedient or defiant, quickly flipping you over so he can gain access to what he wants most. He grabs your hips again and lifts them into the air, forcing your face into the suede cushions on the sofa. You feel his soft lips press against your cheeks as they plant sloppy, wet kisses and love bites across the seldom-touched skin. You cry out softly, overcome with pleasure and just the right amount of pain. Out of nowhere, his tongue flicks your taint, making you squeal and buck your hips forward. You had not been expecting that. He simply pulls your hips back, slamming them against his own before licking the hyper-sensitive area once more. All while stroking his fingers up and down your sides, putting you in overstimulation hell. The sounds coming out of your mouth are inhumane.

Several minutes pass, and he finally decides he’s had his fill of your suffering. At least for now. Ready to be inside you, he yanks down his pants and boxers, throws them off to the side. They must have knocked over a lamp or something, because you hear a loud crash on the other end of the room. You turn your head to look, but don’t get the chance to see what it was. His hand pushes down on your neck, forcing you down once more while the tip of his cock pushes itself against your hole. You cry out when he shoves it inside. No matter how wet you are, his dick will always take you by surprise by its sheer size and girth. It feels so fucking good. It’s driving you insane.

The palm of his hand moves from the back of your neck to the lower part of your scalp. He makes a fist and pulls, softly at first to ease you into it, then with a bit more force. It forces your head back as he pumps his dick inside you over and over. It’s different from how he’s fucked you before. This time, there is no slow buildup or loving thrusts. Just him slamming his cock deep in your hole with rapid, deep strokes.

His other hand is gripping your waist, gently squeezing it every now and then to mess with you. Each time you feel that tickly feeling, your hole clenches around his member, coaxing more feral grunts and moans from his beautiful lips. Your back arches, your ass cheeks slam against his hips, your voice grows hoarse from the guttural moans emerging from your throat.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he croons. “Your perfect little hole is mine.”

“Satoru! Aaaah…”

“You want me to fill you up, sweetheart?”

“God, yes! Yes! ”

A few more strokes, shoved deep inside of you, and finally he comes. And he comes hard . He lets out one more loud groan before busting a load inside you, filling you once more with warmth and satisfaction. His cock twitches as it rests inside you; his moans grow softer, quieter. He stays there for a while, and you relish the full feeling his giant cock provides. When he finally pulls out after several seconds of cockwarming, you feel his seed dripping out. It soaks the cushions below.

But he’s not done with you yet. He manhandles you again, turning you over so you’re on your back and your legs are wide open, giving him full access to your cunt. His head dips down. His lips press against your throbbing clit. His tongue dances and twirls around, then his mouth consumes you completely. You’re already soaking wet, full of his cum and yours, and the intensity of his tongue movements are pushing you over the edge. You grip the fabric of the couch and arch your back, losing yourself in the ecstasy of his touch.

It takes quite a while for you to reach the edge, but he works you over with steadfast patience. He chuckles as he listens to you whimper and moan, and doesn’t resist when you grab his head and shove his face further down. His expert tongue and soft lips send waves of pleasure through your body, never ceasing even after you climax. Ecstasy courses through your veins. Pleasure vibrates through every nerve ending. You throw back your head and practically scream. You’ve never come this hard before, not with anyone else but him.

He’s not finished. As you’re panting and heaving, he slips one finger into your hole and slowly pumps it back and forth. Still writhing from the earth-shattering climax he just gave you, there’s little you can do but cry in frustrated pleasure. With one curl of his finger, he brings you to another climax, this one much more intense than the last. Your entire body arches upward. Colors and shapes explode in your vision. Your mind is starting to go fuzzy, but he still doesn’t stop. When the second orgasm has finished washing over you, he sticks in another finger and curls it up. Then he does it again, and again, and again…

With sweat plastered across your forehead and skin flushed so deeply it feels aflame, you whisper quiet pleas to your merciless lover.

“Satoru…” you splutter in between haggard breaths. “No more…”

He simply grins at you in response, devouring the sight of you with his voracious six eyes.

Ten long fingers rest on your hips, stroking them lightly. They crawl up your sides, then back down again. They follow your body’s movements while you thrash wildly, laughing and screaming in octaves you never knew you could reach. Every light flutter, every feathery claw feels like an electrical surge on your skin. All those successive orgasms have left you insanely sensitive. It’s the closest thing to torture you’ve ever felt. Gojo watches you with cruel satisfaction, laughs maniacally when you try to beg for respite. It’s unhinged, the way he’s giggling so cutely while making you suffer. Part of you is scared he’ll never stop. Part of you hopes he never will.

Fortunately, he does. After god knows how long he finally lets up, although he keeps his hands on your waist and his eyes focused on you. You can’t imagine how you must look; your eyes are bleary from all the tears he’s forced out, and your hair is strewn wildly about your head from all the struggling and wild movements. Your skin is warm, your throat feels dry. He damn near killed you with this little game of his.

He senses your exhaustion and stands up to grab you something to drink. He’s back in a split second, pressing the glass of cold water against your lips.

“Drink,” he commands, and you obey without protest. You finish the whole cup in a few gulps.

He pushes some of your hair out of your face, strokes your cheeks gently before kissing each one. His lips meet yours, and once you pull away he takes you in his arms and cradles you as you lay against his chest.

“Fuck…” you finally speak once you’ve regained your strength. “You’re a goddamn monster.”

That makes him laugh. He hugs you a little tighter and plants a kiss on your head.

“Are you still upset?"

"Upset about what?"

Oh. Right. You'd forgotten all about that. He smirks victoriously, proud of himself for getting one over on you once more. Asshole. But you don’t have the energy to say much else. Instead, you close your eyes, ready for a fucking nap after all that stimulation, but something stirring on the other side of the room gets your attention. You lift your head up, scanning the place for the source of the sound before your eyes fall on the figure sitting in the corner. The same corner you had heard that crash earlier.

A look of horror crosses your face as the realization hits you.

Someone else was in the room.

And she’d seen the entire thing.

It’s the barista from the coffee shop. The one you had accused. The poor girl gapes back at you both in disbelief and confusion, frozen with panic.

“Satoru!” you shout. He erupts into laughter, finding great amusement in your shock.

“Don’t worry. She’ll probably think it’s some sort of dream or vision,” he says in an attempt to console you. “Anyway, give me juuuust a second…”

He stands up, walks over to the young woman, then places a hand on her shoulder. They both vanish from your sight, and a few seconds later he reappears.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you shout again, earning another chuckle in response.

“I told you I’d fuck you in front of her.”

He hovers over you, his face so close to yours that you can feel his breath on your cheeks.

“Next time, believe me when I tell you how I feel. Then we won’t have to play these silly games.”

You gawk at him for a long time, a million thoughts running through your mind. You want to scold him, tell him off, rip him a new asshole, but god. You’re so damn tired. And you can’t argue when he’s looking at you like this, with his big baby blues full of affection, like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Two big hands cup your cheeks, brushing away the last of your sweat and tears. You close your eyes, and a soft pair of lips kiss your eyelids and forehead. When you open them again, his beautiful face greets you with a gentle smile full of adoration.

Gojo Satoru was a fucking enigma. The more you got to know him, the less you understood. But you were past the point of no return.

As you found yourself lost in those eyes of his once more, you knew there was no going back.

#jjk smut #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru #minors dni #merry christmas ya filthy animals

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How about a little scenario of jeno figuring out at a party or something that yn’s drink has been spiked ? We live for protective jeno 😼🙌🏻

if that happened… oh my god. jeno is usually very protective over yn but this would be next level!! a side to jeno that no one has ever seen before

sudden tension in his body, eyes narrowing in concern. he notices something is wrong immediately

he notices your behavior changing, you don’t ever get high, so why were you acting like this? he reacts immediately, becomes instantly attuned to your well-being

subtly takes your drink away, pretending it's for a refill. sudden tension in his body, eyes narrowing in concern

discreetly takes your drink away, intertwining his fingers with yours

locks eyes with you, silently communicating his protective intentions

he notices your behavior changing and becomes instantly attuned to your well-being

doesn’t care about the party around him, his only focus is on you

discreetly checks for signs of distress, like a hand on your forehead or a comforting touch

when he confirms the drink was spiked, his protective instincts kick in

wraps his arm around you, pulling you close, creating a shield, not allowing anyone to touch you or see you like this

communicates quietly, asking if you're okay without drawing attention, keeps talking to you

discreetly signals to your friends for support or assistance

guides you away from the crowd to a safer, more private space

reassures you with soothing words, promising to take care of you

ensures you get the help you need, whether it's a friend, security, or medical attention efill or another reason

his touches are gentle yet possessive, a reassurance of safety

softly murmurs sweet words to calm you, his warm breath against your skin

realization flashes in his eyes as he pieces together the situation

anger erupts within him like a fierce storm, jaw clenching in fury

still holding you close, he reassures you while preparing to confront the culprit

whispers protective promises in your ear, vowing to handle it

releases you gently, making sure you’re with a trusted friend, his touch transitioning from comfort to determination

strides purposefully toward Felix, eyes ablaze with anger, fists clenched and almost spitting on him

confronts felix, demanding an explanation with a controlled yet furious tone

emotions boiling over, he can't contain the anger, leading to a physical confrontation

felix is left with broken bones ❤️

delivers a stern warning to felix, making it clear he won't tolerate such actions

ensures felix faces the consequences, involving security or authorities

returns to you, still seething, but now with a fierce protectiveness

holds you close again, his anger tempered by a renewed focus on your safety

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turtletaubwrites · 5 months

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Bad Timing ~ Part 11

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3798

This is part 11 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Link

Summary: The boys are still overprotective, and someone gets their feelings hurt.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Polyamory, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Porn with Feelings, Cigarettes, they’re gross, don’t smoke, Condoms, Insecurity, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare

A/N: Hope you enjoy the drama!

“Darling, I adore you, but must I really be your target practice this morning?”

Sanji was wiping a small, soggy wad of paper off of his lapel. You purred at him as you prepared another spitball.

“Don’t worry, dear. I’ll help you clean up later.”

You almost felt bad for abusing the power you had over Sanji with his near desperate need for you. Almost.

“By all means, my love. Though I was hoping that you’d be wearing less clothes when you spit on me.”

You choked, but managed to aim at him again. A smug laugh escaped you when you got him on the forehead.

He wiped it off, then lunged at you, kissing, and tickling you until you were squirming in his arms.

“If you don’t stop teasing me, sweetheart, I might forget myself, and take you right here. Fuck you on deck in front of the whole crew. Would you like that?”

You gasped in between laughs, until another voice cut in.

“Get a room, guys! Some of us are trying to work.”

Pulling yourself away, you found Usopp tinkering.

“Sorry, Usopp. I don’t think Sanji is a good option for target practice. Do you have a board I can use?”

The board was satisfying as you could see your progress more clearly, but it definitely wasn’t as fun.

After lunch, Nami had you running around the deck, then doing push ups until you were dripping with sweat.

“What about fighting?”

“We‘ll get there, noodle arms. First you’ve gotta build up some strength first.”

If your arms weren’t dead, you would have punched her.

At dinner, you were practically melting into your seat. The shower had cleaned away your sweat, but not your exhaustion.

“You’d better not tire yourself out this much tomorrow. I won’t go easy on you.”

Shivering at Zoro’s whispered threat, you leaned forward to grab another glass of water.

As you leaned away from him you caught Robin’s gaze. You adored her little smile, always so much hidden meaning behind her eyes. Fighting all the lovely distractions in your life, you turned your sights on your friend.

“Usopp, how are things coming along?”

You were trying to keep your excitement down, but you were practically buzzing.

“Not there yet, Y/N, but I can show you my plans tomorrow.”

Zoro’s hand gripped almost painfully into your thigh, and you looked a question at him.

He let go, smoothing his hand on your skirt before coughing, then leaning toward the sniper.

“I need to look over those plans-“

“And me as well, Usopp.”

“Guys.”

Your swordsman and your cook looked at you, both looking stubborn as hell. You didn’t want to fight them every step of the way with this.

“Luffy, are you excited for me to practice, and use my skills more?”

“Of course, Y/N! That’s why you’re here.”

His grin was infectious, and you felt shivers over your skin at your captain’s support.

“Thanks, captain!”

Sanji turned away as he started on dishes, while Zoro tensed beside you. They both stayed behind, watching silently as you stretched your sore arms.

“This isn’t your decision. You guys need to stop with this overprotective crap.”

“Not gonna happ- “I’ll never stop pro-”

“Stop!”

Real anger came out this time, and you watched shock flit across both of their faces, before their determination settled back in. You weren’t going to let it slide again.

“I’m serious! I need you guys to remember that I’m not just your girlfriend, not just some girl you fuck. I’m a Straw Hat Pirate, and you need to respect me as one.”

You tried to keep your breathing steady as you watched their faces. You couldn’t decipher them both at once, so you pushed again before they could speak.

“This isn’t a game to me. You can either help me, or get over it... I’m going to take a break tonight. I’ll be working and training tomorrow, but if you want, we can have our time tomorrow night instead, Sanji.”

“Of course I-” “Shut up, waiter. Y/N-”

You didn't stay, you were too overwhelmed with righteous frustration and creeping self doubt to keep it together.

Staring at the ceiling, you tried to be excited about your plans, but all you felt was empty. A soft knock shook you out of dissociation, and you opened the door without thinking.

“Hey, Needy.”

You furrowed your brows at the clearly sleepy first mate leaning on your doorframe.

“Hey, Zoro. What’s up?”

“Can I come in,” he asked as he pushed his way in. You just chuckled, and let him pass.

He turned to face you, and you raised your eyebrows.

“I’m, uh. I’m sorry.”

Crossing your arms, you did your best Zoro impression as you looked him over.

“Doesn’t look like it to me.

His surprised laugh brought you back to yourself.

“I’m serious, Needy. You were right. I still need to treat you like a member of the crew.”

Smiling, you moved toward him, touching his fingers lightly.

“Yes, you do. A crewmate with extra benefits.”

The look on his face almost had you on your knees, but you pulled him into a hug instead.

“Thank you, Zoro. I’d love your help with this, as long as you aren’t hovering like a mama bird.”

He huffed a laugh as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close.

“You know this means I’m gonna kick your ass, right?”

“Looking forward to it!”

Zoro had you squirming with laughter and kisses, but you shooed him out and went to sleep, feeling warmth keeping the self doubt at bay.

Actually getting work and training done during the day felt good, but you had to shake yourself after every intense glance Sanji sent you.

You swirled the ice in your drink while he finished his dinner. Your skin was getting hotter every moment as he watched you. His eyes looked darker, and his breathing hitched when he saw you move or gasp. The way he reacted always made you want to perform for him, to tease him. Just to see what else you could make him do.

Setting his plate aside, he gripped your hand in his, and a sudden shift in his body language had you on edge.

“Everything okay?”

“Actually, Y/N, I was going to ask you the same thing.”

Sanji’s thumbs were tracing along your hand and wrist, but he wasn’t meeting your eyes. A sour feeling sank into your gut, and you couldn’t stand it.

“What do you mean, Sanji?”

He took a deep breath before finally meeting your gaze, his brows tensed slightly.

“I know that you need breaks whenever you choose, and that I shouldn’t be concerned about it.”

That sour feeling started to twist, and you steadied your breathing. Don’t react yet, I don’t know what he’s going to say.

He squeezed your hand lightly before continuing.

“I’ve just noticed that it seems to happen on my days with you more frequently.”

The tightness softened, and you started to reassure him. His eyes turned hard, and your words died in your throat when he kept going.

“Then last night I came to apologize after I finished cleaning up here.”

Sanji looked away from you again, and you saw his jaw clenching as he sat back.

“I know you took a break, but it was supposed to be my night. And then I caught him sneaking out of your room.”

You stared at him, not sure how to handle this. Sanji’s lips were pressed together, and he only met your gaze for a moment before looking down at your hands. He let you go. You reached for him, but he pulled out a cigarette, lighting it, and blowing the smoke away from you. Almost like an excuse not to look at you.

“I’m sorry, Sanji. Zoro just came to apologize. Nothing happened between us last night.”

You watched his jaw clenching more tightly, and you didn’t think excuses and explanations would get through to him.

“I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel unwanted, Sanji. I swear it’s all just bad timing.”

He met your eyes, and you saw more hurt than anger there. You reached for his free hand again, and he let you hold it, though it stayed unmoving under your touch.

“What can I do to help you feel wanted, Sanji? I want you, and I love being with you. How can I show you that?”

Sanji chewed his lip, shaking his head slightly as he thought of his response. He clenched his jaw again, and it looked like the anger won out this time.

“Do you want him more than you want me?”

“Wh-What?”

He pulled his hand back again, leaving yours empty and cold.

“What can I do to make you want me more, Y/N? I don’t think I can be rough with you like he is.”

His voice was heavy, and you wished he’d look at you.

“Sanji, please. I don’t want you to be different, I love everything you do with me, for me. This isn’t a competition.”

“Isn’t it? If you’re choosing to spend more time with him over me, aren’t I losing?”

“Sanji…”

He exhaled sharply, standing up to pace, leaving trails of smoke in his wake.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know I’m only making things worse.”

You stood, catching his wrist, and pulling him to face you. You had to put a hand to his cheek to bring his eyes to yours, avoiding the cigarette he held between his lips.

“Sanji, we’re fucking human, okay? None of us are going to handle things perfectly. I’m sorry that I’ve made you feel this way, and I want to fix it. Thank you for talking to me about it before it got worse.”

His breath was heavy, and he pulled the cigarette away before the ashes could fall on you. He walked away from your touch again, putting his cigarette out. Heat was high in your throat as you watched him lean on the table and face you. He met your eyes, but closed his for a long moment before speaking softly.

“We’ve just started. I just got you. And now you’re putting yourself in danger. And that swordsman already has your heart… I don’t want to lose you already.”

Sanji looked lost, and the barest trace of tears at the corners of his eyes had your heart breaking for him. You had to go to him, taking his face in your hands, watching him blink away the unspilled tears.

“Sanji, you haven’t lost me. I’m not going anywhere. I want to be with you! I’m so sorry I haven’t been showing it.”

You felt warm tears fall down your face. Sanji finally broke his distance, and reached for you, kissing and wiping away your tears.”

“Please don’t cry for me, mon amour.”

You laughed, hearing the tears in your voice.

“Does it show you I care? I want you, Sanji.”

He kissed you then, and you heard what sounded like a whimper in his throat. You remembered what he’d shared about his time with Zeff on the island, and you realized you hadn’t thought about how his trauma could affect his relationships. I’m so stupid.

You both pulled back, gently tracing fingers down each other’s faces and arms, twirling through hair as your breathing relaxed.

“Thank you for telling me you’ve been hurting. I don’t want to make you feel this way again. What can I do?”

He shook his head with a small smile.

“I’m not sure, darling. I feel better now, with you in my arms.”

You let out a contented sigh as he pulled you against him, kissing the top of your head.

“I know you’re worried about me learning to fight. Do you want to come look at my plans, and maybe help me with some ideas?”

Sanji tensed slightly, but he let out a long breath before agreeing to meet you in your quarters.

Your face was red from crying, but not too bad. Grabbing your notes, you waited for him. You realized this was the first time you’d be alone together in your room, since you usually spent your time in the kitchen. Or the pantry.

That thought made your skin flush even more, and you gasped at the small knock on your door.

Sanji’s soft, knowing smile when he walked in made you chew your lip, and you grinned at the small bag he’d brought with him.

You had to force yourself not to straddle him before showing him your notes.

“Y/N, this is very well done.”

“But?”

He looked away, breathing deep before continuing.

“I will support you in this. But this weapon could hurt you just as much as it could hurt an enemy. Maybe more.”

Digging your fingers into your palm, you tried not to take his criticism personally. I know he’s only concerned for my safety.

“I know, Sanji. That’s why we agreed that I won’t take it off the ship until I’m ready.”

He bit his lip as he nodded at you.

“It really is a brilliant idea, sweetheart.”

Now you straddled him.

“Was that so hard to say?”

He laughed, his eyes sparkling as he pulled you closer, dragging your thighs along his until you felt him already getting hard beneath you.

“Is my sweet angel telling me that I don’t praise her enough? Oh, I can’t have that.”

He nuzzled into your neck, kissing and nibbling. You giggled at the tickling sensation, then gasped as you felt him twitch under you, his length turning to stone the more you squirmed for him.

“My gorgeous, brilliant girl. I should never have doubted you. You are so perfect, perfect for me.”

Your hands tugged at his hair, then pulled at his shirt until you could touch the skin of his back.

“Mon chéri, my radiant love, there aren’t words for how you enchant me.”

Still gasping and giggling, you started to punch his arms, your own still sore from working out.

“Stop, stop!”

The look on Sanji’s face when he pulled back made you moan, which only made him look more dangerous. His raspy words sent shivers all the way down to your toes.

“If you won’t let me tell you how much I adore you, will you give me the honor of showing you?”

All you could do was nod, then gasp as he lifted you before throwing you onto the bed. It was more forceful than Sanji normally was, and it sped your pulse.

Your jaw fell open as you watched him take his shirt off, the sight of the toned muscles he always hid made your brain pause.

After your reverie, you pulled your top off, but then Sanji’s large hands took over, taking each item of clothing off while his thumbs traced warm circles along your skin.

“Mm, that feels so good.”

“Sweetheart, we haven’t gotten started yet.”

The smile he gave you then took your breath. He smiled at you like you were his whole world, and the force of it sent chills across your body.

He pulled your panties away last, admiring the trails of slick that had already pooled there.

“Nuh uh, I’m running out.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my love,” he teased with a laugh. He still brought them to his face, and his eyes rolled back as he breathed in the scent.

He started to lean toward you, but you shooed him away.

“Your turn.”

Sanji grinned, but obliged. You couldn’t help the way your breath hitched when you watched him free himself from his pants. Your eyes went unfocused for a moment, until you saw the precum pooling at the tip of his thick cock. You cried out when it twitched for you, back arching.

“You want me that much, beautiful?”

His tease held some of that pain from before, and you needed it gone.

“Touch me, Sanji, see how much I want you.”

You spread your thighs for him, and the desperate look on his face made your body clench for him, your pussy aching for him to fill it.

“Please, Sanji, I want you so bad.”

A low whine came from his throat as he lunged toward you. You twitched as he traced his fingers along your center, pulling away with thick strands of your need for him.

“Fuuck, angel…”

“Please, fuck me, Sanji. I need you to fuck me right now.”

He’d shoved his fingers in his mouth, tasting you while you begged for him.

You were about to whine, but then you moaned as he shoved two fingers into you, twisting and curling until you were grinding on his hand.

“F-Fuck, Sanji, I’m close.”

“So soon, mon coeur? But I have all night to take care of you. How many times do you think you can dance for me?”

He taunted those words as he added a third finger, and used his other hand to toy with your clit. You were panting, clenching your teeth to keep from screaming while you came.

“You look so gorgeous like that, darling. While your perfect pussy squeezes my fingers like this. Do you think you’re ready, my love?”

You met his eyes, dark with lust, and nodded as you kept twitching.

“P-Please Sanji, I want you, please fuck me.”

His hands left you only to cradle your face while he kissed you, leaving trails of your pleasure along your jaw.

You stared open mouthed as he pulled a condom and lube out of that little bag. He watched you moan for him while he fisted them over all his girth, an evil little smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

He crawled toward you, and you found yourself crawling away, trying to gain some purchase on your little bed. You grabbed onto the wooden headboard, and caught him smiling.

He teased you, rubbing his cock along your entrance, pulling away.

“Such a beautiful girl. How can I serve you, mon cheri?”

“Fuck, Sanji, please.”

You whined, trying to grind onto him. He circled your clit with his tip, and you arched your back.

“I want you, Sanji, please!”

“I want you too, my love. I want you so deeply. I need you, darling.”

You were almost sobbing while he kept teasing, but then he lined himself up, and you gripped onto the headboard.

You were pretty sure it would always sting at least a bit when Sanji entered you. His girth stretched you, filling you so intensely. When he started to thrust you could feel the strength he held back, and you thought of how much he could hurt you if he wasn’t trying so hard not to. That thought made your eyes roll back.

“Look at me, angel.”

Sanji took one of your hands in his, interlacing your fingers above your head, supporting his weight on his elbow while trapping your arm. With his other hand, Sanji held your face toward his, thumb stroking your cheek.

You were so lost to the pain and pleasure of his cock inside you, already close again. But his voice, and the look in his eyes made you stay with him in the moment. With your free hand, you trailed along his hip and back, and you got lost again in the thought of what his powerful muscles could do.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

Your name on his lips brought your eyes to his again.

“Wh-Wha-”

“I just want to look at you darling.”

You felt your brows tense a bit, but you nodded, doing your best to keep your eyes on him while he fucked you. He released the hand above your head, wrapping his arm under your shoulder, holding your closer. He kept his fingers on your face, sometimes trailing into your hair while he poured over your features.

“Sanji…”

He kissed you softly, then continued to watch you while he worked into you.

Suddenly you were over the edge, and he held your face gently while you shattered.

“S-San-”

You had to cut yourself off to keep from screaming when you met his eyes. He started pumping into you harder, but his touch stayed so soft.

“You’re so beautiful when you moan my name, angel. Let me take care of you, my love. I’ll take such good care of you.”

He finally let go of your face to keep your orgasm going, playing with your clit while his thrusts got harder, faster.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N, so perfect for me, fuuuck…”

You met his eyes again while you moaned his name, and it was too much.

Sanji’s normally blissed out face was heavy with emotion while he came

You dug your nails into his back while you both shook, and moaned for each other. He held his forehead against yours, eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, your breath caught in your throat.

He kissed you, slow, and deep, and you melted into him, whimpering. He didn’t move away from you until you cried out from the aftershocks.

Sanji cleaned himself off, then used a towel to gently clean you, leaving kisses on your skin until he was done.

You felt numb. The afterglow you normally felt with Sanji felt almost separate from you. He pulled you to him, kissing your temple.

“You’re everything I need, mon ange.”

Suddenly Sanji’s flowery compliments felt heavy. You realized you hadn’t been taking Sanji seriously.

I didn’t think he would get real feelings for me. If that’s what this is?

You felt like a bitch for thinking that, but now the shock of the possibility was wearing off, and you relaxed into him.

You felt so comfortable, so safe in his arms.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

His soft chuckle, and tender touch sent you down, so at ease. So warm.

Then you felt something. You didn’t know where you were. But you felt something.

So much heat, and you let out a small whimper at the feeling of hardness behind you.

As you whimpered, you squirmed, only making that hard length brush up against your ass even more.

Then his arms were wrapping around you, sleepy kisses on your neck.

His cock was so fucking hard you shivered, and he started rutting against you. The length of him was rubbing between the top part of your cheeks, and you gasped when you felt precum from his tip along your lower back.

“S-Sanji?”

You both jerked as loud knocks started banging against the door, sounding like they were about to break it off its hinges.

“Wake the fuck up! You’re late for breakfast!”

You jumped up at Zoro’s voice, horrified as Sanji grimaced at his watch.

Today is Zoro’s day. Fuck.

Thank you for reading! 💜

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bjtch-craft · 4 months

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"I'm a Rockstar Babe"

Todd Ingram X Bottom Male! Reader

☆ Summary: [Name] reunites with an old high-school friend turned rockstar things take a turn when they restart their old high-school ways.

☆ NSFW

☆Request: Yes or No

☆ Word count: 2,836

☆Genre: Angst to Smut (Kinda)

☆Warnings: Smut, degradation, manipulation (kinda, tbh I just tried making him cocky but rereading it it sounds like bro is manipulating), Bl♡wjobs, slapping, just douchy rockstar things, spitting (he's one of those ppl)

☆Authors note: Dude, I rewatched the movie and reread the novels, and why is Todd so mf fine like WHAT? And why are there no stories about this man? Anyways enjoy!! (P.s this has been in my drafts for like 2 months now and I've never finished editing it for some reason...)

Also look at the comic version of him like WHAT A CUTIE like yeah sure he's arrogant, narcissistic, uncaring, and may or may not be a pathological liar, and a walking red flag but like that red looking a little orange so??? PRAYING SOME OF YALL READ THIS!!

Did this count as being a groupie? No. It's not like I'm some obsessed super fan like Joseph I mean for fucks sake I knew Todd in high school [Name] thought as he lay on the mattress of the cheap motel room waiting for Todd to get out of the shower.

10:15 P.M. - some time earlier

[Name] was shoved and pushed around by the hundreds of thousands of fans who had gathered to watch the band play. The band in question was none other than The Clash at Demonhead. [Name] new one of the members (while technically two if you count Envy but they didn’t know each other. They were more of acquaintances really.) Todd Ingram who he was close friends with. Really close.

He'd given him head a couple of times (and slept with him too) but that didn't mean anything to them (yes it did.) it was what Todd considered a "bro-job" whatever the fuck that was. But that's not important (yes it is) what is important is how quickly their friendship ended after he got with Envy. They tried to keep in touch but after the band blew the absolute fuck up he cut ties with him.

Did it hurt? Yes. A lot. But [Name] didn't let it get to him he still supported Todd even if Todd himself didn't know it. [Name] bought every CD, vinyl, and cassette tape, and got tickets to most shows. He even tried to get backstage passes to rekindle his relationship with Todd but the prices were far out of his price range.

There have been times when for a quick second he'd seen Todd after a show or two and waved to him or said a quick word but he didn't recognize him. Which also hurt. How can you not recognize someone you spent almost TEN YEARS of your life with? But [Name] was determined to catch up with his best friend so after pulling a couple of night shifts and saving up some money he... still didn’t have enough.

10: 50 P.M.

"Todd's so hot!"

"Jesus Envys even hotter in person!"

"Why's that chick got a robotic arm?"

These are just some of the things [Name] heard throughout the event which was on the verge of ending.

12:10 A.M. - Later

The concert was over and [Name] pushed and shoved his way out of the venue and quickly rushed towards the back of the building looking for the band.

"Come on please don't tell me I missed them!"

His shoes thudded against the gravel, and as he rounded the corner a gate came into view.

"No. No, no, no, no!"

The gate door was slid open. How safe right?

"Envy? Do you wanna get a bite to eat or something?"

[Name] stopped for a moment as he saw Todd standing there his guitar case in hand talking to Envy. He took a deep breath and stepped through the gates. Fuck?

"T-todd?"

Todd turned to look at him a look of shock and anger upon his face.

"Who the hell let you in" Todd asked as he stepped closer to [Name] his voice coming off as aggressive as his eyes and hair started to glow.

"N-no one the gate was open."

"So you just snuck in?"

"I'm [Name], [First name], [Last name] we went to high school together. Remember?"

Todd's eyes and hair stopped glowing as his hair drifted back down in front of his face.

"You're kidding?!"

Todd dropped his guitar case and ran up to [Name] his tough guy rockstar persona shedding completely. He threw his arms around [Name] and pulled him into his chest. [Name] could feel the heat rising to two places as his face was smushed into Todd's rather large pecs.

"Todd you're squishing me..." [Name] said his voice muffled.

"Sorry!" He pulled away. "Jesus it's been a long time since we've seen each other... I'm a Rockstar!"

"I can see that!"

"Todd, what the fuck is going on," Envy asked?

Todd turned to look at them wrapping his arm around [Name's] waist. "This is [Name] from high school! He's my best friend remember?"

"While to me he looks like a fucking groupie! Let's go" Envy replied.

"I'm not a groupie..."

"Do you think he can come back to the motel with us?"

"No."

"Find some other cheap motel to fuck in," The Bionic arm bitch said.

"He's not a groupie and we're not gonna fuck! He's my friend and I wanna catch up with him!"

"Find. Another. Motel." Envy said the tone of her voice showed her annoyance more than anything.

12:30 A.M.

And they did find a cheap motel in an extremely unsafe part of town. Fits the stereotype, huh? A rockstar takes one of his fans to a cheap rundown-looking motel just to get it in.

[Name] once again was hugging Todd but this time was looking up at him.

"I'm so sorry for ghosting you [Name]."

"It's fine."

Todd's hands traveled down [Name's] back and reached his ass and groped it firmly, making [Name] let out an involuntary yelp. He pushed Todd off of him, causing the blonde boy to let out a laugh.

"What's the matter [Name] just like old times!"

"Todd aren't you dating Envy or something?"

He shifted his weight on his feet annoyingly.

"I'm a Rockstar babe we don't date," Todd said cockily.

"Oh?"

"I'm gonna hop in the shower. I know I reek of sweat... care to join me?"

"Smooth Todd.... real smooth."

He winked at [Name] and waltzed into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. After a minute or two he heard the shower go on.

"Do I wanna do this... again?"

The first time [Name] and Todd ever did anything together was on his eighteenth birthday. They were both unbelievably drunk, and both were bored lying on Todd's bed in silence. One of them now and then would say something, and they would have a short conversation.

"H-heyyy~ [Name] can I ask you for a favor," Todd asked his words coming out slurred.

"Yeah- hic! What'sss ~'s up?"

"Do you think you could um... s-suck me off?"

"Why?"

"Well, I'm one drunk! And two horny as fuck~! So can you?"

"You know what fuck it! You are my best friend!"

[Name] slid his basketball shorts off and then his boxers and grabbed at his length.

"I've never done this before so um... bear with me~."

Todd nodded his head a goofy grin on his face. "Do it as if someone's doing yours."

[Name] took him into his mouth slowly going down inch by inch the girth was almost too much to handle. Almost.

But that was years ago. They were two dumb eighteen-year-olds who were just helping each other out. But [Name] didn't feel that way anymore... but reminiscing on their old days made [Name] slowly begin to get hard in the shorts Todd had given him.

[Name] rubbed himself through the fabric and pushed down on it, making him release a soft moan. He needed Todd he didn't realize how badly he did until right then and there. The door opened to the bathroom, and [Name] quickly through the blanket over his lap.

Todd walked out with just a towel around his waist, his bulge catching [Names] eye as well as his body, which was still wet and glistened in the light.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting another pair of boxers, I forgot to bring them into the shower..." Todd looked at [Name] and noticed the tent that was forming underneath the blanket. "Aw, are you happy to see me like this again, baby?"

"What! No!"

"Come on..." He said huskily. The cockiness was back. "I heard you moan... were you thinking of the times I fucked you? The times you begged me to fill you up? The times I came on that pretty face of yours?"

[Name] could feel his cock growing harder with each question.

"N-no" [Name] whimpered out.

Todd walked to the side of the bed grabbed [Name's] hand and placed it on his groin.

"You miss my fat cock don't you," He asked his voice sounding oddly humiliating.

"I don't have to say anything."

Todd started to move his hips grinding his bulge against the palm of [Names] hand.

"Todd we can't... you have a girlfriend."

"I told you we rockstars don't really - truly date, and if anything, it's just another bro-job, remember?"

[Name] pulled his hand away and sat up and using both hands opened Todd's towel up causing his cock to pop out and slap against his happy trail.

"Fuck~," [Name] whispered out.

[Name] reached out and pumped his cock twice.

"Yeah that's it~ I know you fucking missed it haven't you?"

[Name] let go of Todd's cock and adjusted his position so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Todd backed up a little.

"Please don't like- hurt me that much. Please?"

Todd chuckled and ran his hand through his wet hair.

"You sweet dumb thing, you know I can't promise that."

[Name] grabbed Todd's cock once more and spat on it and stroked him off spreading the saliva over his cock.

"I haven't done this in a long time... so I'm a little rusty."

Todd smiled down at him. The grin was a mixture of amusement and humiliation.

[Name] placed the tip on his tongue and licked it gently before wrapping his lips around it and slowly going down on it.

[Name] couldn't lie he truly did miss this. Not only did he enjoy it, but it honestly made them closer as friends.

[Name] gagged on the base as he looked up at Todd with tearful eyes.

"Aww you look so cute with my big cock in your mouth," Todd said softly his voice coated in lust as he gently patted [Name's] cheek.

[Name] began to slowly come off his cock before Todd placed a hand on the back of his skull and slammed him back down causing him to gag and for drool to pour out of the sides of his mouth.

"Mmm-hmm-agh." [Name] groaned out.

Todd pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth and slapped it on either side of the guy's cheek.

"You took it so well [Name]~."

[Name] looked up at Todd with innocent eyes, his tongue sticking out a little as he gasped for air.

"Jesus you look so fucking gorgeous."

"I-I think you bruised the back of my throat!"

Todd grabs [Names] chin as he angles his head straight aligning his cock with [Names] lips.

Todd spat on his cock (and on [Names] face) and slammed it down [Names] throat before pulling out. [Name] stuck out his tongue and licked a stripe down his cock.

"You're such a fucking slut baby. I bet you've been craving my cock since you heard about our band haven't you?"

[Name] nodded his head embarrassingly. Todd placed a hand on the back of [Names] head and leaned in, planting a kiss on his lips as his hands traveled down his body. His hands reached the bottom of the boy's shirt and began to pull it up over his head, breaking the kiss in the process.

Todd pushes [Name] down onto the bed by his chest and crawls on top of him, attacking his neck, causing [name] to let out a soft moan. Todd kisses down his neck while unbuckling [Names] belt and gently pulls them off along with his boxers.

"I don't reckon you have a condom do you?"

"I have one in my wallet in my left pocket," [Name] says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Todd grabs [Names] jeans off the floor and pulls out the condom from the wallet before discarding them back onto the floor.

Todd rips the wrapping of the condom off with his teeth and slides the rubber on. He places [Bames] legs on his shoulders and lines himself up at his entrance.

[Name] squeezes his eyes shut as Todd pushes himself into him. A sudden wave of pain and pleasure washes over him, causing him to grab onto the sheets, twisting them in his hands. A soft whimper escapes his lips as Todd continues to push deeper into him.

"Shit- Todd, you're so fucking- ngh~ big!" [Name] whimpered out, causing Todd to look down at him with a cocky grin.

Todd had pushed himself into the other boy and slowly began to pull back out, only to slam back into him, which earned him a low groan.

"Does that feel good?"

[Name] nodded his head and let out a whimper. Todd began to rock his hips in and out of him, the tip occasionally brushing against his prostate. His thirst got faster and quicker he reached down and grabbed [Name's] hands and placed them above his head.

Todd began pounding into [Name]. The sound of skin against skin filled the room as well as screams of pleasure from both boys.

"Ugh~ F-fuck! You're going to har-!" [Name] wasn't able to finish his sentence as Todd delivered a gentle (but still hard) slap across his face.

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do!" Todd growled out.

[Names] cock twitched as pre-cum drizzled down his cock causing a moan to escape from his lips.

"Don't tell me you're into this shit you slut?"

"S-s-shut up Todd~"

Todd smirked and began rocking his hips.

"How bad do you want it?"

"W-what?" [Name] stuttered.

"I can pull out right now and leave and not let you finish you."

"Please don't~ I'll do anything!"

"Then admit it.'

"What?"

"Admit you're a filthy whore" Todd said his voice thick with lust.

"I'm not going to- ah~!"

Todd pulled out of [Name] leaving him feeling empty and somehow even more fucking desperate.

"Todd please" [Name] begged.

"Then say it."

"I-I’m a whore okay? Is that what you want to hear from me? I'm a fucking slut for you okay?!"

Todd looked down at [Name] with a cocky grin.

"Good boy."

Todd leaned back over [Name] and placed a soft kiss on his lips before pushing himself back into him. He wrapped his hand around [Name's] throat and began pounding into him. The sounds of skin against skin filled the room once again.

Todd raised his hand and brought it across [Names] face with enough power to cause a sting of pain leading [Name] to let out a dry moan.

"I can't believe your into this shit!" Todd said with a cheesy grin.

"Shut up!" The boy underneath him whined out.

Todd smirked and removed his hand from [Names] neck and grabbed him by the waist and slowed his thrusts.

"What are you- agh~!"

Todd pulled [Name] into him driving his cock deeper into him pushing past his prostate. [Names] jaw dropped as the sudden feeling causing a high pitched moan to erupt from his throat. Todd took this opportunity and grabbed his jaw holding it open and dipped his thumb into his mouth.

"Don't close your mouth got that?"

[Name] replied with a whimper as Todd's thurst became annoyingly slow as a string of spit slowly began to fall from his lips and landed in [Names] mouth.

[Named] closed his mouth after Todd gave him a look that practically yelled at him, too. Todd's slow thrust became faster and faster. Todd wrapped his hand around [Name's] dick and began jerking him off as [Name] placed his palm at the back of Todd's head.

"I'm so close!" Todd groaned out as his rhythm began to go out of sync.

His movements became harder and harder as he felt himself getting closer and closer to finishing.

"W-where- fuck~ where do you want it?" He moaned out.

"On me..."

Todd placed a hand behind [Names] head as his thurst became sloppy he spat once again at [Name] the salvia covering his face before pulling out and jerking himself off.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

With one final moan ropes of cum erupted from his cock covering [Names] body in white ropes. Todd pumped [Name's] cock for a minute before he came their cum mixing on his stomach. Todd scooped up some of his cum off of the boy's body with his index finger and popped it into [Names] mouth.

"How's it taste?"

"Salty... can you get me a towel?"

1:35 AM

[Name] lay on the cheap hotel's mattress, his head on Todd's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Hey, have you ever thought of being a roadie?'

"A what?"

"A roadie helps the band set up... you could be one for us so we could keep in touch and..." He wrapped his hand around [Names] body and groped his ass "Have some more time to ourselves."

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THIS MAN IS SO FINE ARGH. I NEED HIM SO BAD LIKE I WANT HIM TO FULLY REARRANGE MY INSIDES.

Authors note!!

Again, sorry for the break. School is still once again kicking my ass :) I do plan on writing more over Christmas break, but I do have like half-written stories in my drafts, so here are some of them. (Some of them have titles, but they are to be determined, so kill me or wtv) .

Darry Jenner x Male reader (Fluff)

Miguel Ohara x Male reader (Smut)

Chad Meeks x Male reader (TBD)

Simon Kalivoda x Male reader (Fluff)

#Spotify #scott pilgrim #todd ingram x male reader #brandon routh #i need this man so bad #scott pilgram vs the world #lgbtq #gay #todd ingram #todd ingram x reader

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 11 months

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Dear author, if you are taking requests can I please get you an extremely rough and wild nsfw with jealous possessive Daemon x fem reader, where he makes her ride it into oblivion (add whatever kink you see fit) please?

Here you go, my friend. I hope this pleases you.

Warnings: Mention of injury, jealous and possessive behaviour, choking, spitting, smut. Word count: ~1100

Daemon’s mood is foul. His temper flares the moment he sees her place her favour onto the lance of that Lannister cunt. While their coupling isn’t public knowledge, she should know better than to entertain the attention of other men, lesser men.

The urge to jump the tilt and storm his way into the ladies court in order to seize her and remind her of who she belongs to is almost overwhelming. He knows he cannot though, so instead sets his sights keenly on his opponent as he sits atop his horse at the opposite end of the tiltyard. The red and gold of the Lannister caparison serves only to further his irritation. The sight of her wreath of flowers dangling from the base of the other man’s lance spurs him into action as he urges his horse to charge forward.

He notices the Lannister swing his lance slightly off target as he canters to meet him, an indication that he is experiencing difficulties and does not want to be hit. Daemon ignores this, striking him square in the breast plate with the tip of his weapon and causing him to fall from his horse with a sickening thud.

The horse master rushes towards the counter tilt. “He requested a mercy pass, Your Highness!”

Daemon lifts his helmet, watching with a smirk as the ground crew rally to help the Lannister Lord to his feet. “Did he now? How careless of me.”

He is badly winded and it is determined that his arret and grapper were not properly attached. The resulting blow from Daemon has likely broken his ribs and he will be unable to continue with the tourney.

Daemon dismounts from his horse with smug satisfaction and strides away from the tiltyard, but not before shooting her a pointed glare over his shoulder. The flicker of fearful recognition that crosses her face is all he needs to know she understands exactly what’s required of her. Don't keep me waiting.

He is stripped of his garniture and reclining in his quarters in his undershirt and breeches when he hears the timid knock at his chamber door.

“Come in.” He instructs flatly.

She enters, head bowed, a look of shy apprehension crosses her features. He feels a swell of pride at her obedience, she’d come just as soon as she could, just like he wanted. Such a shame he’s going to have to punish her for her brazen display at the tourney.

She stands before him, her hands clasped nervously in front of her, waiting for him to speak. He lets her linger in silence for a few moments, enjoying watching her squirm with discomfort. When she finally dares to look up and meet his eye he speaks.

“Have you grown tired of our arrangement?” He asks coldly.

“N-no!” She stammers, stepping forward, her eyes pleading.

He holds up a hand to stop her and she freezes in place, her mouth opening and closing as she struggles to articulate what it is that she wants to say.

“Have you forgotten who it is you belong to?” His gaze is piercing as he glares at her from where he is seated.

“Of course I haven’t.” Her voice is meek and apologetic.

“Then tell me, little one, why the fuck you thought it was acceptable to give your favour to that Lannister cunt?!” His voice raises in anger as he interrogates her, his grip on the arms of the chair causing his knuckles to turn white.

Her lip trembles and for a moment he is sure she will cry, until her jaw sets in bratty defiance. “I couldn’t very well say no, could I?!” She snaps back, face hot with her own fury. “What would you have me do instead? You insist upon keeping me a secret!”

Incensed with rage he reaches forward, grabbing her forcefully by the wrist and pulling her into his lap. “Don’t you ever talk back to me, fucking brat!”

She squeals as he manhandles her to straddle him, forcing her skirts above her hips and tearing away the gusset of her smallclothes, before unlacing his breeches.

“You need a reminder of who it is you answer to.” He threatens.

His hand moves between her legs and she whimpers, bucking against him. He hums appreciatively at how slick with arousal she is already. Wanton slut.

He pulls his hand away, spitting into his palm and then spreading it through her folds and over his cock. Lining himself up with her entrance, he thrusts upwards, pulling her harshly downward with a steadying hand on her hip.

The stretch feels impossibly tight around him and he groans at the sudden warmth and wetness, delighting in the way she gasps and clutches desperately at his shoulders.

“Not so eager to answer back now you’re stuffed full of my cock, are you?” He snarls, his grip on her hip tightens, using it to aid his movements up into her. His other hand moves to wrap around her throat, squeezing at the sides. “Look at me.”

Her eyes are wide, her face reddening from the restricted blood flow as she whimpers at the brutal pace he has set.

“You are mine, do you understand? Mine.” His fingertips press deeper into the flesh of her neck.

She does her best to nod, clenching around him as he continues to drive up into her over and over.

“Say it.” He hisses, brow furrowing with exertion, stones aching at the way she convulses with each movement.

“I-I am yours.” She stutters breathlessly.

“And could that Lannister twat fuck you like this?” He punctuates his question by tugging her harder and faster against him.

“Just you, only you…” The words tumble from her lips like a chant as her eyes grow glassy.

“Don’t look away.” Daemon orders in a husky whisper.

The only sounds in the room are their combined pants and the slap of flesh on flesh, until finally the heat of his climax licks along his spine and through his balls, he pulls her flush against him as he empties himself inside of her.

She collapses against him and he holds her to his chest as he recovers, stroking his hands softly up and down her back.

“You know,” He says, after a few minutes pass by in silence, “We needn’t keep this a secret forever. I could make you my wife.”

He feels her smile against the scarred flesh of his neck. “Are you saying you love me, Daemon Targaryen?”

He chuckles, delivering a playful swat to her backside. “Don’t push your luck.”

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janasrdhr · 7 months

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Oh baby, Oh baby - Simon “Ghost” Riley

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Warning(s): Slight NSFW, Explicit Language

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“What the fuck is up with you!” Ghost's voice surged with intensity as he forcefully closed the door to your office, his eyes locked onto you with unwavering scrutiny. Lately, you've been elusive, and he's determined not to allow it to persist without an explanation.

“Why the hell have you been avoiding me?!” He secured the office door, leaning against it with his arms folded in resolute determination. “Not fuckin' repeatin' myself, angel.”

The ensuing silence weighed heavy in the air, filling the room with an oppressive tension that was impossible to ignore.

You maintain your focus on flipping through the paperwork, remaining utterly unfazed by his presence in the room.

He sighed, his frustrations boiling over. Grabbing you by the neck, he pinned you against the wall. You dropped the papers you were working on onto the floor, as you scrambled for breath. His hands tightened, and Ghost’s eyes flickered with anger.

“Why have you been avoidin' me? Tell me.”

No words, only a strained grunt left your throat. His grip lessened, and with a smirk he released you. “Fine. If you won't tell me how you're feeling, I'll assume the worst, and we'll work it out my way.”

You give him a forceful shove, causing him to stagger backwards. With a clenched jaw, you gently rub your throat, bending down to collect the scattered papers.

“The hell you doin'?!” He barked, regaining his composure. In an instant, he pinned you against the wall again, a snarl pulling at the edges of his face.

“Seriously angel, what's gotten into you?” He asked, though you know he was fishing for an answer, an explanation. “The hell have you been avoidin' me for?” His tone was softer now, yet the air in the room still felt tense, almost heavy.

You emit a disapproving click of your tongue as you neatly stack the papers on your desk. You take a seat as you resume your work, barely focused.

“All I get?” He asked, and you knew he was being sarcastic, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. He stepped forward, his arms going around you from behind, and pulling you close. His lips ghosted your ear.

“Quit teasin' me sweetheart. I want to know what's wrong.”

“Look at me,” He murmured, his lips feathering down your neck. He waited for what felt like an eternity, before adding: “Please?”

You throw him a sharp, disapproving glare. “You come all this way just to throw such a dramatic fit but don't know shit?”

“Tell me then. Help me understand why.” He whispered, taking your trembling hand between his, and kissing it.

“All I want is to know what I've done, or what's happened, that's all.” His voice sounded genuine, and he seemed almost remorseful.

His thumb ran the inside of your wrist as if he were trying to calm you down, yet his stare was pleading.

“This. Because of this. Do you not fuckin' see it?” you exclaim sharply, spitting out your words, yanking your hand away.

He stiffened, taking a step back. The remorse faded from his eyes, and they narrowed as he glared at you. “Maybe I wouldn't have to act like this if you didn't act so goddamn distant!”

His voice rose, teeth clenching. “Do you have any idea how frustratin' it's been to deal with you being this closed off?”

“Why the hell would you even care, anyway? You're the big, bad Ghost, aren't you? A man devoid of any human emotion,” you mocked.

“I’m not some cold-hearted monster.” Ghost spoke with a stern, low tone. “I do have emotions, you know, but I find it difficult to express them when you fuckin' avoid me…”

He took your hands again, though this time in a looser grip. His thumb traced a pattern on the back of your hand, and his brow furrowed as he waited for your answer. “Do you care about me? At all?”

“Don't,” you warn.

“That didn't answer my question, angel.” Ghost kept his gaze locked on yours, despite your attempts to look away. His thumb traced the same pattern again, waiting for you to look at him.

“I've put up this shit for all this time 'cause, damn it, I care too much for my own good.”

“Too much?” Ghost's eyebrow raised, and he smiled slightly. “So, you do care about me.” His thumb brushed the side of the palm of your hand.

“I just want to know if our feelings are mutual.” He sighed, taking a small step closer. “You say you've put up with this for far too long, but I've been patient with you. Only want to know if my patience is payin' off.”

His thumb stopped its movement, and he paused for you to answer him.

You stare up at him, wearing a puzzled expression. “Our feelings?”

Ghost held his breath as you finally looked him in the eyes. “Us. You and me.” He tilted his head, his eyes flickering with hope.

“We've been working together for months, and this whole time, I've been waiting for something to happen... something between us.”

You shake your head while swallowing your emotions. “No, there's nothing between us,” you assert.

Ghost's face turned stoic, his thumb stilling. “There is," he paused, his voice growing quiet. “I know it.”

He dropped your hand, and crossed his arms, staring at you with a blank expression. “Whether you admit it or not, there is. I've noticed every change in your voice, the way you walk, and your moods, and despite you avoidin' me, it's clear that your behaviour changes in my presence.”

Ghost took a step closer to you, his expression blank. “I think you're takin' the piss.”

“Think what you want Ghost,” you hiss, settling back into your seat to resume your work.

Ghost took a small step closer, and then another one, until the space between you was little to none. His gaze flickering to your lips as he spoke, his voice hushed.

“I know you feel something. I know it. I can see it in you, I can hear it in you. Your anger, your sadness, it's all a facade, and I want to see through it.”

“Well, I don't, okay?!” you lash out, urging him to drop the subject.

Ghost sighed heavily, letting go of your hand. His eyes hardened, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine. If you want me to drop it, so be it.”

He turned away from you and took a step towards the door. "But know this, angel.” He paused, and turned back to you, meeting your gaze. “I've been patient with you. But it won't last. So either tell me what's wrong or suffer the consequences.”

“Suffer the consequences? And who the fuck are you to tell me that, huh?” you retort.

“Me.” He whispered, the menace and stern tone of his voice now returned. As he stepped closer to you, he brought his hands down by his sides, his gloved palms face up as if awaiting you to be placed within them.

“I've been more patient than I should've been, but that patience is wearing thin. Don't push me any further.”

“Your threats won't cut it here, sweetheart,” you grumble, unimpressed.

“You just don't get it, do you?,” with a swift, forceful motion, Ghost's fingers clamp onto your cheek, squeezing firmly.

“I've had enough of your games. Look at me, angel. Right in my damn eyes and tell me you don't feel somethin'.”

Silence.

A chuckle. “You think you know me, darlin'? If you did, you'd know exactly what I was capable of doing to get the answers I want.”

You rise from your seat abruptly, fingers tightly clutching his collar. “I've got you pegged well enough to give you a piece of advice, Lieutenant: Get the hell out of my room.”

In a sultry and ominous manner, his fingers glide sensuously to your throat, applying gentle but deliberate pressure. The slow, tightening grip serves as a provocative warning, making it abundantly clear that encroaching on his path may lead to more than just a warning.

“I don’t take to threats.”

His hand slipped lower, resting at the small of your back, as he pulled you closer and against him. “But I do have a likin' for obedience.”

He smirked, and the air between you was suffocatingly dense. “Obedience.” His breath was hot against your neck, and you felt your body flush.

His fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, as he looked down at you. “And I think you'll find that I have a likin' for a lot of other things too.”

The hand on your waist moved, fingers running slowly up your neck, before moving back down to your waist, stilling, as he brought his mouth closer until his lips were centimetres away from your own.

The tension between you spiked, as his eyes flickered with desire. “I'm not goin' to stop, angel.” His voice faint.

You let out a sharp gasp, your eyes tightly shut, while your fingers curl around the fabric of his shirt.

He could feel your body tremble at his touch. You knew you wanted him. His mouth slowly drifted towards yours as he spoke.

“I know what you want, angel.”

His lips gently caressed yours, and you felt yourself lean into his touch. “What you've wanted for a long time now.”

“You don't know shit,” you hiss.

“I know more than you want me to,” His voice was quiet, and his body so close.

His fingers tightened on the hem of your shirt, as he gripped the fabric. Slowly, he lifted it up towards your abdomen, his other hand wrapped around your neck.

“Give in,” his breaths whispered against your skin. His lips brushed against yours, and this time they clung.

Your eyes widen in alarm as you forcefully push him away.

His hand fell to his side, as he watched you step away. His gaze was cold, and you couldn't help but feel the chill through the air.

“You want me,” He hissed, staring you down as if he were daring you to prove him wrong.

His jaw clenched, and the veins in his neck bulged as he leaned forward and rasped out. “You're just too much of a coward to tell me."

When he utters those words, something inside you snaps. “Coward?” you repeat with a dangerous edge, before crashing your lips onto his.

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he froze. His lips parted slightly as you forced yours onto his. He leaned into the kiss, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed against one another. His hand tightened around the back of your neck, and his other hand slid down your back.

“There it is,” He whispered.

Your fingers clench his shirt in tight fists as your lips engage in a passionate battle for dominance.

He pulled you closer with every kiss, the apprehension in the air growing with each movement. His tongue probed your mouth, and you found yourself moving to meet his every step.

A heavy silence overcame the office, and the only sound was the quick, steady breaths that each of you took. His hand wrapped around your neck, and he held you against him in the embrace.

“Tell me you like it, angel,” he growled, his voice low and husky. “Tell me you want me.”

His hand went to the zipper of his waistcoat, and with a jerk, it came unbound. Underneath was a crisp, white shirt. The top buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his muscled arms on display.

“Tonight, I'm going to take what I've spent months wanting.” His hand ran through your hair. “I'm not taking no for an answer, darlin'.”

You felt your body tense, your head reeling as Ghost brought his lips to yours.

You chuckle slyly. “Got that dick too far in, eh?”

With an empty scoff, he sank his face closer to yours, pressing his lips to yours again, and taking you by the chin as he broke the kiss.

“Tell me you want me to make you feel good.”

With a laugh, you leap up, encircling your legs around him. Your fingers delicately trace every contour of his face as you draw closer to his lips and softly murmur,

“Make me feel good, baby.”

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1800jjbarnes · 1 year

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𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

【Synopsis】 : A rat in the pack left the world coming to a stretching halt. And now you have to live another's mark on your skin...

『Word count』 : 2.05k

Paring: Alpha!Wolf!Bucky x Hybrid!Bunny!Reader

[Warnings] : Betrayal. Lots of blood. Sexual assault. Forced markings and biting. triggers. Bucky goes full rage mode. Lots of gore.

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The night was the most dangerous time to be in the forestry. As the dark creatures come out to play, hunt and kill. Wolves ruled the night of the full moon. Some packs protect and ruled with firm kindness. But others ruled cruelly and fearfully. Tonight was one of these nights, the moon full and bright, hanging high in the sky. Most of the pack had gone out for the night to transform and scout the pack grounds. Some of the few stayed behind, protecting the den. You were enjoying the peace and quiet, not hearing the young kids screaming every night. You swear Peter can't get louder but every night you are proven wrong. Snuggled on a large armchair in front of a fire. You read your book in silence, that is until one of the new pack members came running inside, in a panic.

"Ms! Bucky and some others have gotten hurt, we need your healing positions!!" The new wolf huffed, panting from running. You jumped up and ran for the cupboards looking for the bottles of elixirs. The wolf tilted his head with curiosity, watching you scrounge around.

"Ah!" You spoke finding the bottles you need. "Okay, where are they." You look at him with determination but the boy shook his head.

"Wait no you can't go out, it's dangerous." His voice trailed off sounding almost not as sincere as you would have liked.

"What's more dangerous is, if he dies because I couldn't get to him in time. Now tell me where he is." You put your foot down, firmly talking to the underdog. He sighed before giving you directions with a map he had on hand. You thanked him before quickly running towards the gates, exiting the grounds.

You headed in the direction given, spotting the opening among the trees you heart slowed slightly, feeling relief you got to the location as swiftly as you could. Entering the opening you look around to see. Nothing. No wolves, no life... No injured Bucky. Where was he? Was this the wrong spot? But this was the place the young wolf marked on the map. Where did you go wrong? Looking down at the map you double-check to see what might have happened, but a snapping twig made your ears perk up. You turned quickly to see where the noise came from. Another snap and crunch of some leaves and sticks make your ears twitch as you try to look into the thick blanket of darkness.

"B-Buck..." You call out by it comes out more of a whisper, stepping a few steps back as the noise became louder and closer.

"Guess again Baby." A deep low growl echoed around you, sending shivers of fear running through you. A figure came out of the shadows, he is very tall and large. His slicked jet black hair tucked behind his ears. Your heart stopped, a gulp following. It was a rogue wolf. He should not be so close to the den... you thought. You step back another few steps as he steps forward. You kept doing this until your back hit the big trunk of an oak tree. You were frozen, moving slow, afraid that if you run he would rip you to shreds.

"What is a little bunny doing so far from their home? Unless... you must be the Rabbit that is mates with that alpha in this poor excuse of a pack." He bites, spit dripping from his snarled mouth. You felt a sense of anger surge through you, wanting to stand up for your pack, you scoff before stating;

"They are a better pack than yours." you shouldn't have spoken as he walked up faster, his dirty hand gripping your throat. His fingers squeezed tightly, his eyes glowing a bar of bright gold. His nose flared as a low growl rumbled in him. His hot breath smelt of blood and death as it pools on your face. Rogue wolves were known for killing hybrids, so your heart pounded from being so close to one.

"Speak out of line and see where that gets you bunny. Just because your mate is an alpha doesn't mean you've got immunity." He nosed brushed against your fluffy ear as he inhaled sharply, taking in your scent.

"You haven't sealed your mate bound with him yet. Sure I smell him but something is wrong..." His free hand trailed up your waist towards your chest making you squirm in his grip, trying to free yourself. His fingers catch on the collar of your shirt, tugging it away from you. "He hasn't marked you yet," he smirks, biting his bottom lip.

"Oh, this is going to be fun." He frees his grip on your throat before using the same hand to grab your wrist, pulling them above your head. You shake in his grip trying to free yourself but as much as you thrash around, you are no match for the strength of a rogue wolf. His fingers that grip your collar tug lower, ripping the top of your shirt.

"N-No please!" You whimper, tears breaking from your eyes, pouring down your cheeks. His low laugh sent cold goosebumps over your skin, fearing draining your blood to ice.

"Hold still bunny..." He bares his fangs as his golden eyes spear into your soul. Your heartbeat rings in your ears as the worse pain surges through your body... “This is gonna be fun…”

"Where is she!!" Bucky screams from down the hall after finding you missing from all the usual places you normally were. He walks into the main hall near the entrance seeing some of the young wolves. Lucas, the wolf that was left with you when they went out earlier that morning, was standing in a small crowd. Bucky's eyes caught his, glowing a deep gold, anger was surging through his body. Storming over to Lukas, Bucky gets straight into his face, pinning the kid to the wall behind him.

"I swear to god if you don't tell me where she is, I will rip your guts out and let them spill right onto this floor." His fingers gripped his throat tighter and tighter, threatening to crush the young wolf's windpipe.

"I-I-I..." Luke tried to speak but failed to think of the words. the other pack leaders came running to see what all the fuss was about, suddenly being met with a very angry Bucky.

"Bucky! Put the kid down!" Steve tried to use a stern voice trying to intimidate the alpha, but Bucky fought it off, blinded with pure rage.

"Speak! And you might get to live." Bucky growled. Steve went to pull Buck off the kid when Lukas suddenly spoke.

"I sent her to the opening out near flora range, I told her you were in trouble because a rogue hurt you." Bucky dropped the kid, feeling his heart stop. Flora range is where they knew some rogues have been spotted. It was off limits to everyone in the forestry in order to protect them. But he forgot to tell you and now you were in trouble.

The rogue through you against the tree in order to wind you with enough force. You tried gasping for air but his hand on your throat only gifted you shallow breaths. He towered over you, his face buried into your neck as his fangs sink deeper and he pushes his body flush against you. You had no more voice left to scream, no more life left to give. A lone stray tear spilled down your hot cheek, as his other hand that held your hips now slowly snakes to the hem of your shirt. Your heart was broken, feeling numb to his touch. And what was worse... you didn't feel your heart break from your pain, no, all you could think about was if Bucky was safe. Maybe you were foolish and too blinded by love to see your own suffering in front of you, but all you wanted was to know if was he okay...

"Get off her!!" A loud raw crackled in the sky, the thick air like a hot blade. Bucky jumped at the man in front of you, pushing him clean off and onto the ground with all his force. He hissed out in pain as his back hit the forest bed hard, winding him.

"My, My I was wondering when you'd show up." He coughed trying to catch his breath "You missed out on some very hot fun. Too bad I didn't get to the juicer bits before you got here." His words came to a halt as Buck pins him to the ground, knocking his nose clean with his knuckles. Blood spilled out his nostrils, covering the rogue's face, but all he did was laugh.

"Did I pinch a nerve?" He spat blood out of his mouth onto the floor. Bucky completely surged with rage, his eyes piercing gold as he snarls his fangs. He looked back at you for a moment, seeing you watching with no emotion, not thoughts, almost without breath. You held your hand up to your neck, gulping through a dry throat. Bucky sat straight up for a moment, spotting the placement of your hand, his nostrils flare seeing red cover his vision.

"You marked my mate..." Bucky turned his attention back to the limp wolf that lay below him, punching him yet again, and then another and then one more time. The rogue's face slowly became more and more unrecognisable as each blow landed, his eyes swelling, cheeks red and blood everywhere.

"I would have done more to her if you hadn’t shown u—" Before he could even finish his sentence, Bucky shoved his three fingers into the rogue's opened mouth, placing his pinkie and thumb under his jaw before pulling down quickly. A crack echoed through the silent forest, snapping muscles and tendons ringing in his ears. Blood projected upwards spray onto Bucky's face and neck. The rogue screamed from the base of his throat, his tongue no longer in use. He could feel every nerve being set on fire as slowly starts to crash from the loss of blood and jawbone.

Bucky stands up and towers over him, leaning down to look the dying wolf in the eyes, he wanted to watch him die, watch him take his last painful breath. He wanted him to suffer.

"Have a nice nap." the colour drained from the rogue's eyes as his life went from his form. Bucky turned his attention to you, immediately running over to you. You were still in shock, unable to move, you look at him as he grabs a hold of you. His touch brings you comfort as you feel yourself slowly return to the waking.

"Are you okay?" Funny how you are the one asking, when you were the one attacked, but yet you felt the need to make sure he was okay before your own safety. He hugs you tight as you nuzzle into his neck. Time was still, your body felt like it was floating. Bucky was scared, terrified that you had to go through what you did and see what he could be. A monster. But he pushes those thoughts for the moment, needing you to be safe first. He lets you go, quickly shifting into a black and dusted grey wolf. He leans down for you to get on his back so he can walk you home.

You take his offer without words, mounting him slowly. You lean down into him as he starts to walk away from the horror, away from the nightmare. The reality starts to kick in, and tears fill your dry eyes, while saliva pools back into your mouth. You were okay, yes and the mark on you will heal, since the rogue was now dead. But the scar will never leave you, the night will never not be a memory. You draw out a breathy sigh looking around as the glow flies start to appear around you, making you know you've entered safer grounds. Hugging his fur, you close your eyes as he ran far... Far from the mess, while he was now covered in another wolf's blood.

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Hey there! Love your stuff! I was just reading some of your work for our favorite Scotsman and I was wondering if you would be so kind as to feed me more.

Picture this, Soap and Reader have been a thing since like forever. On the “Alone” mission or something, reader goes on a rampage to find her sweet sweet Johnny.

A Still Beating Heart

Pairing: Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

"Like hell I was leaving you." Clicking her tongue, she shifts her focus on his wound that's bleeding through the hasty patchwork. "Not letting you bleed out now."

"You gonna kiss it better, hen?" A poor attempt at a joke.

"I'll kiss you all you want once we're safe."

A/N: This turned out way longer than I expected-

Masterlist

Rain obscures her vision as she runs, the image of Johnny hitting the ground after being shot playing over and over again in a dreadful loop.

He got away. He's gotten away. He's alright.

She chants it in her head over and over whilst navigating the winding streets of Las Almas.

"Watch it." Ghost barks yanking her to the side roughly when she almost crashes head-first into a crumbling brick wall. "Get your head on straight, Sergeant." Muted anger coats his words as he spits them out.

She grits her teeth in response, taking a second to survey her surroundings. They've stopped in an alleyway a good chunk of the way into the town. There's no doubt that Graves would be on their heels, they couldn't afford to stop for long.

Leaving two deadly soldiers who are witnesses wouldn't be a risk he'd take.

Three. She reminds herself with a fierce determination. Three soldiers.

How dare he. How fucking dare Graves turn around and betray them like he hadn't been their brother in arms for the last few weeks. The fact that he'd turned on them without remorse, shot her boyfriend without batting an eye was unforgivable.

Rage, hot and fierce scalds the blood running through her veins. Her mind is a storm of conflict, a desperate chant of Johnny's name on repeat. Between the anger, there's the blinding worry that accompanies it. It had all happened so fast she didn't get a chance to see where exactly he got shot, just that he'd fallen with a pained grunt, then Ghost was shouting at him to go.

Part of her rages Ghost him as well, for the way he'd roughly stopped her from lunging into the open to get to Johnny. It's not justified. Ghost had done his job as Lieutenant, had gotten them both and Johnny out of there in time.

Just barely in time.

While Ghost ventures farther into the alley, she clicks on her radio, switching through different channels. "Transmitting in the blind, does anyone copy?" She says into the device, frustrated when there's no answer, she flicks through the channels again and-

A raspy cough, a weak, familiar Scottish drawl.

She switches to it immediately, bringing the radio up to her mouth. "Johnny? I read you." The relief is palpable in her voice, a creature that settles with its claws still out. "What's your location?" She holds her tongue and her questions upon hearing heavy, raspy breaths from the other side. "Johnny?"

"Aye. 'S good to hear your voice." He manages. "I'm in...at the corner of a street. Edge of the town somewhere." There's a grunt from the other end, the rustling of gear and clothing as he sits up. "Is Ghost there?"

"Affirm." Her eyes snap to the man as he talks through his own radio. "There's a Church north side of the city. We'll recon there." His scouting must have resulted in something, then. It's a good plan, she'll admit. A structure with a solid vantage point gated off and less likely to be surrounded with its many exit points. Smart.

"Copy." Johnny's short response makes her frown.

"Can you make it?" She presses him. The short beat of silence has her heart sinking.

"'Course I can." He laughs but it's hollow. "Don't worry your pretty head about it. You'll see me in no time."

"Get moving, Soap." Ghost shuts down the conversation tightly, peering into one of the cracked open doors that lead into what looks like a clothing store. "Stay on my six," He tells her. "It's a straight path there, but we don't have a count on-"

"I'm going fetch him." Ghost exhales slowly, not turning around. "You and I both know he's lost an unknown amount of blood. I'm not risking losing him to that motherfucker." She snarls.

"You don't have his location."

"I'll scour the outskirts until I find him. You provide overwatch from the church. I will find him."

The fire in her eyes, the tight-strung posture...Ghost has little doubt that she would. They meet eyes, but she doesn't back down for a second, daring him to order her otherwise.

Finally after what seems like ages, he jerks his head behind him in silent, begrudging approval. "Thirty minutes, Sergeant."

"I'll only need ten."

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Tucked behind the counter of a grocery store, Soap clenches his jaw as footsteps pass through the window above him. This entire situation was a shit show.

The sting of betrayal was almost as painful as the insistent throbbing on his shoulder. He's already sure the bullet is lodged in there from the quick once-over he gave himself. Admittedly, it had taken him longer than he expected to get his bearings. Judging by the puddle of blood he woke up in, he'd already lost a good amount of blood before he'd roughly packed the still gushing wound.

Guerrilla warfare was bloody and made something vile crawl through Soap's veins. Every time he ties together rope and metal to pry open a door, or fashions a bomb out of a mousetrap, he can't help but think of the bodies he'd encountered on his path to the church. Children, women, men...nobody was spared by those fuckers.

It was vile, a kind of justice he didn't enlist to take part in. The very thing he's sworn to protect people against...

Soap is snapped out of his thoughts by Ghost's voice. They'd had some back and forth whilst they were moving, and Soap knows it's partly to keep him alert and present. Underneath Ghost's rough words, there was always a twinge of worry lacing his tone only someone familiar with the exact lilt of his mannerisms would pick up.

Once the footsteps recede, Soap groans quietly, pushing himself up to his feet with help from the wall. His legs protest, his arms ache and a deep exhaustion infects his mind, begs him to sit down for a few minutes and let go.

In an attempt to shake off the thoughts, he takes a deep breath and reaches for his radio to hear the one voice that always makes him snap to attention.

Soap's been thanking whoever was up there that she'd ended up safe with Ghost. It didn't ease his worry but it soothed it into something more bearable. She wasn't incapable by any means, but even the strongest person benefitted by someone equally capable by their side.

God, he hopes he reaches the church before he collapses.

Swaying suddenly, Soap curses under his breath and reaches to grab the counter to steady himself. In his haste, his arm crashes against a vase, sending it crashing to the ground.

The noise is accompanied by the yells of Shadows outside the store. Soap barely has time to curse himself out and make a lunge for the stairs before the soldier from before peers into the store, rifle at the ready.

Gunfire rains down on him, grazing his arm when he presses himself behind a brick pillar for cover.

Fuck. Fuck.

Sweat beads down his back as he struggles to keep himself upright, shaky fingers patting down his pocket for the knife he'd yanked out of a soldier's head an hour ago...has it been an hour? He doesn't know anymore.

Cautious steps approach him, his heart pounding against his chest as adrenaline pushes itself through his system.

It was strike now or get struck down. The element of surprise was the only advantage he had. His shoulder aches like a bitch but he sucks it up and tightens his grip around his knife.

It all happens at the same time.

Soap lunges out of his hiding spot, weapon raised as much as the fuzz around his vision will let him.

And he watches as someone else tackles the Shadow to the ground.

Soap stops in his tracks, tensing at the vicious way she slits the man's throat. Familiar hair, a body he's mapped out with his hands and mouth over and over again.

Her gaze snaps up to meet his, a shock down his spine.

"For someone so loud, you're good at staying hidden." She huffs, wiping the blood off of her cheek.

No. No, she couldn't be here. She was supposed to be with Ghost, not roaming the streets crawling with Shadows for...

For him.

The thought warms him from the inside out despite the situation. Who the hell is he kidding? He would have done the exact same thing for her.

The moment her hands touch his arms, all the energy seems to snap out of him. Johnny's knees give out, her hands barely catching him to lower him gently to the ground.

"Shit, Johnny?" Panic laces her voice. A hand slick with blood cups his cheek, slaps it gently to prompt his eyes to flutter open. "You gotta stay awake, okay baby? Come on." She doesn't relent until he listens, a hazy gaze focused on her.

"Ya shouldn't be here." He rasps out.

"Like hell I was leaving you." Clicking her tongue, she shifts her focus on his wound, bleeding through the hasty patchwork. "Not letting you bleed out now."

"You gonna kiss it better, hen?" A poor attempt at a joke.

"I'll kiss you all you want once we're safe." Hooking his uninjured arm over her shoulder, she helps her stand. Her heart clenches at the pained groan he tries to muffle. It's good that she had the sense to come back for him.

She doesn't want to think what might have happened if she'd been a second too late.

"That a promise?"

"A threat." She corrects as they stumble towards the backdoor. The weak snort she gets in response is more than enough to loosen the knot in her chest an inch.

Soap's laugh dies in his throat when they hit the streets.

"Jesus fucking Christ." He mumbles, looking around at the roads bathed in crimson.

Bodies and bodies of Shadows lay scattered around almost every alleyway they hobble through. Peeks through to the main roads show the same results. Black masked figures slumped over, limbs twisted and odd angles, necks slit open brutally.

"Had some fun getting to me, did ya?"

There's no response from her but a shrug.

There's no sorrow or remorse for what she had to do to get to him. A mantra of his name playing through her head, the desperation of getting to him and the rage of the situation mixed together had made each swipe of her knife, each broken bone easy.

She's painted the town red.

Johnny. She needed to get to Johnny and whoever was standing in her way had met their demise by viscous hands and an unforgiving sentence.

"I'm surprised you made it that far on your own." Keeping him talking was important. "Graves will face hell for what he's done." They duck into a street, the church in plain view.

"It's a bleedin' a war crime." Soap says. "Makes me want to commit a few of my own." His voice dips down to a growl. She shares the same sentiment.

"Amen." She mumbles back, peering out into the courtyard in front of them. A couple of figures patrol the area, breaking off of each other to peer behind parked vehicles and doors to different shops.

"Four hostiles in our path." A grimace. She gently lowers him down against the stone wall. "Stay here while I clear our path... not that you can go anywhere, actually."

Soap seems displeased about her going off on her own, but he knows that he's more of a liability than an advantage in a situation where stealth is valued. "Take 'em quietly."

"Copy." Her bloody knife spins in her hand. "Be right back, baby." Pressing a kiss to his temple, she slips out of the alley.

Johnny breathes out a shaky sigh, and lets his head hit the stone behind him. Itchy and restless from being able to do nothing, he loathes feeling so...useless. He's confident in her, how could anyone not be? But that doesn't quell the need to shield her from everything he can spare her from.

She was fiery and bright, everything he'd always wanted. She came into his life as a force to be reckoned with, butting heads with him and throwing insults back at his face as easily as he uttered them to her.

Love had hit him hard.

Stuck in his head, his eyes flutter shut against his wishes as he thinks. Just for moment, he tells himself. Just until she gets back.

Just a second of rest wouldn't hurt, right?

Somewhere in the depth of his mind, he knows that letting himself fall unconscious was the worst possible case in this scenario, but he couldn't have stopped himself if he tried. The blood loss makes him tired and lethargic and before long he's fallen into the inky depth of sleep.

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It had all gone to shit.

Three of the four guards she'd taken down quickly. It had been almost easy how fast and quiet they went down, gurgling on their own blood as her knife slid across the chinks in their armour, the skin of their necks.

The third guard had been a little too trigger-happy, though. A twitch of his finger while he was choking had set his gun going off with a bang, a bullet embedded into one of the cars nearby.

It had been enough to alert every goddamn person in the vicinity.

She's glad she left Johnny behind, at least his position wasn't compromised.

Just as the street started filling up, her radio had crackled to life, Ghost barking that the church had been compromised and overrun, ordering them to meet him at the end of the street to secure a vehicle.

She was already there, all she had to do was keep her position and stop the Shadows from flanking her until Ghost got there.

"Copy." She mutters into the radio, setting up the rifle she'd swiped from one of the corpses over the hood of the cars she's ducked behind. "Eyes on a possible vehicle." She relays over comms upon setting sight on a blue truck close to her, relatively unscratched. Firing off round after round, the soldiers drop like flies. The armoured ones are a little tougher to deal with, and need a more precise aim but she manages somehow.

She curses under her breath as more of the pour from the stores and alleys into the streets.

Just a little longer. Ghost was almost here, then they could secure a vehicle, grab Johnny and get the fuck out of here.

Wrecking carnage in his path, Ghost emerges from behind a barrier after what seems like an hour, and together the both of them climb into the truck she informed him of. "Stop by the far alley and I'll haul Soap inside so we can get the hell out of here." She grunts, firing off shots from the back of the truck as Ghost starts the ignition.

She gets an affirmative and they're on their way, ducking at the sound of gunfire and barked orders following them.

She jumps out of the truck and runs into the alley where she left him. "Time to go Johnny, come-..." She halts in her tracks, into a dead stop at the scene in front of her.

Blood splatters the wall behind his shoulder, the wound aggravated and bleeding through the improvised bandaging in rivers of red down his arm. He's...he's pale, shallow gasps of breaths that are barely there making his chest move in movements too small to be healthy.

Ghost yells at her to make it quick, and it's her Lieutenant's voice that brings her crashing back to reality. Swallowing back her panic, she hoists Johnny up and drags him into the back of the truck, yelling at Ghost to move as she lays him down as still as possible.

Bullets ping off of the metal, but all she can focus on is pressing her hands to Soap's wound. She leans in close to feel him puffing out short gasps of air.

Still breathing, she tells herself as Ghost makes a sharp turn. He's alive, he's breathing, he's here, he's not dead. Alive, alive, still alive.

With hands shaky, she pulls out a proper roll of gauze from her vest, the emergency first aid pouch she carries is worth its weight in gold.

"Don't you fucking die on me, baby." She whispers, voice cracking. "It's not allowed." She wipes the worst of the wound with disinfectant before packing the hole with fresh gauze.

There was so much blood pooling beneath him in that alley...and how much had he lost before that?

He needed a medic, and fast. She wouldn't lose him. Not him.

Not her Johnny.

Not the person that could coax a smile out of her even if she was in the foulest of moods. Not Johnny, who always seemed to know what she needed, what made her feel better. Not the love of her life who she'd seen a life out of the military with.

Please, not him.

Time flies by and soon, Ghost pulls over in front of a safehouse. When he exits the driver's seat and comes round the back to asses the situation, his heart sinks as he finds her curled up over Soap, lips pressed to his forehead as she whispers to him, her hand carding through his dirty hair as if he might wake up to feel it.

"Let's get him inside." He says, tone oddly sombre. If he notices how wet her eyes are, he doesn't comment on it, merely helps her carry him in silence. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Rudy had been a godsend. His safe house had been packed with supplies much more useful to Soap. He'd taken one look at Soap, at her wrecked and frantic state, and taken over. Ordering her and Ghost to start studying the maps to the facility they planned to break into, he started his own inspection of Soap.

She can't focus.

The maps mean nothing to her. The lines, the marks, the circles. It was meaningless gibberish to her when her boyfriend was-

"He'll pull through." She blinks back into the present at Ghost's gruff voice, head snapping up to meet his gaze.

"He better." A shaky inhale.

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When Rudy comes back to inform them that Soap is stable, her legs nearly buckle under her with a wave of relief. She pushes past him immediately to seek her boyfriend out, and finds him laying on one of the old cots pushed to the corner.

She takes a seat on the floor next to him, resting her head against the mattress. "You're an asshole." She mumbles after a second. "Scared the shit out of me, you know that?"

He probably can't hear her, but it doesn't stop her frayed nerves from talking. Her hand finds his and she squeezes it gently trying to bring some of her warmth into his cold skin. Sighing, she presses his hand to her forehead, shifting her grip so her fingers rested on his pulse.

Each steady beat loosens the knot in her chest, reassures her that he is alive.

Would he wake up soon? Would he wake up at all? The latter thought is quickly chased away, because there was no choice. Johnny had to wake up, he had to.

A world without him simply wasn't one worth having.

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Her back aches.

Forehead pressed into the mattress right by his waist, it's the first thing she registers as she's roused from where she'd dozed off. Blinking sluggishly, she groans as she feels a hand carding through her hair.

Just the right pressure, the feeling so familiar and warm and soothing-

Her eyes widen and she snaps up straight to meet a pair of tired but amused blue eyes studying her. Johnny's sitting up right in front of her, looking down at her in that soft way he always did.

"Rise and shine." He rasps out, and she almost sobs at the sound. Pushing herself to her feet, she wraps her arms around him the best she can without injuring him. "Easy." He winces at being jostled but holds her just as tight.

"Thought you were gone." She chokes out, trembling. "I thought-"

"I'm right here, bonnie." He whispers into her hair. "Right with ya. Gonna take more than that to do me in, right?"

She laughs wetly into his shoulder, as he runs a hand up and down her back as if she was the one who needed comforting.

Pulling herself together was a more difficult task than clearing the streets of Las Almas. Every time she thinks she's calmed down, she remembers how still and cold Johnny had been and she spirals all over again.

He clicks his tongue and manoeuvres them gently so he's laying down with her on his chest, careful to avoid his good arm. Her head is pressed against the centre of his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat a balm against the rising and falling cycle of panic and grief she's stuck in.

Alive, alive, alive. Still alive.

Once her breathing evens out into something relatively stable, she tries to speak again. "Don't scare me like that again."

He hums. "I'll do better next time." A tired smile grows on his face as she pinches his side.

Alive.

He was still alive.

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A Weak Mind

I’m going insane I’ve been writing so much lately it’s crazy

I reallyyy like this one, so I hope you enjoy!

I wrote a part two as well :D Part two

cw: restraints, mild cursing, hypnosis/conditioning, pet whump

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Villain couldn’t move.

The countless restraints made sure of that.

They also ensured his instinctive panic upon gaining back consciousness. He struggled, fought against the leather straps, but of course the fight was futile. Even while squirming so determinedly, he was stuck.

Almost immediately upon his awakening, the room echoed with boisterous screams and shouts. Some were made from confusion, some anger. “Where am I!? What the fuck’s going on!? Let me out! Let me out! I’m going to fucking kill you!” Furious spittle flew from his mouth.

He could barely make out the area around him, only being able to make out a few cluttered tables. Villain continued spitting malicious roars at seemingly nothing.

Minutes passed.

So many minutes, he had no way of telling how many.

His voice had become hoarse and strangled from the screaming. His words were slowing, quieting, coming to a stop. No one was there. He was alone in a strange place, strapped rigidly to an uncomfortable chair.

“Just fucking… show yourself already… asshole…” No response.

A click.

Villain would’ve looked if he could, but the noise came from behind him, and his head was currently not allowed that type of movement. Or any, really.

His raspy voice picked up slightly. “Fight me… dickhead…” The determined steps approached closer, until the mysterious figure had walked right past him, practically ignoring the man strapped to the chair.

As the figure walked past, Villain caught a mumble stumbling from the figure’s lips. “Fuck. I missed the best part.” In return Villain forced his voice to return out of pure rage, but continued insults did nothing to catch the attention of the person rummaging around the room.

A faint hand reached to the ceiling, and with another slight click a singular lightbulb lit across the room. Villain could make out the person a bit better now, their stretched frame, their long silky dark hair. Every step of theirs was determined, made with purpose as they circled around several locations.

Superhero.

“Hey, fucker-”

“Hush. I’ll be with you in a minute.” Villain recoiled. She was speaking to him as if he were an elementary school child.

The woman flicked a simple switch, and blue light cast upon the room. Half of one entire wall was filled top to bottom by what appeared to be some sort of giant computer. Superhero mumbled to herself comfortably, as if there wasn’t a man subdued in a chair mere feet away. “Where’s that setting… ah, here it is.” They carefully turned several notches on a large dial.

Villain was quiet, too quiet. He couldn’t ignore the fear anymore, his voice wouldn’t conjure up noise any longer. So many terrified thoughts ran through his mind, blocking out the fact that the woman was now walking his direction.

She had something wrapped delicately in her hands, a mask-like object. Wires sprouted from all sides, running to who knows where.

She lifted the bulky box up to Villain’s face, easily slipping it over his head despite his struggles. “Hey, hey! What the hell is going on!? Get this shit off of me!” The mask felt like a mix between a pair of goggles and a VR headset, enveloping his vision and nose. His vision was filled with complete darkness.

A finger rested over his thin lips, ceasing his yells. “Hush. It’ll be okay soon.” Villain could only hear the person’s steps stalking around the room, now.

Seconds later, he heard yet another mechanical click.

His vision was overwhelmed by a bright lavender light. Villain urgently squeezed his eyes tight, refusing to open them. As he sat there, the color trying to seep into his eyeballs, a pair of bulky headphones slipped over his ears, and nimble fingers began massaging his head.

He could hear faint voices at first, or maybe all the same one, he couldn’t tell. Not until they grew louder, and louder. They blocked out any of his thoughts, a tight grasp leaking into his brain.

Most of the voices Villain did not recognize. One of them though, the very loudest, he definitely did.

“Hero…?”

“Open your eyes, Villain. Let the light in. It’s meant to help, Villain, it won’t hurt. Open your eyes.” All of the voices robotically chanted the same words in his ears, constantly looping back to the beginning.

Villain held back, he held back as long as he could possibly manage, but soon, he wanted to do it. To open his eyes. He wanted to see it. His curiosity got the best of him. At least that’s what he believed.

As soon as his eyes fluttered open, he never wanted to shut them again. He couldn’t even make out the images, the words. His brain was clouding, the visuals taking a hold on him.

As soon as his eyes opened, the voices picked up. “Good, Villain, so good. Such a good boy.” An intense, pleasurable feeling spread throughout Villain’s body upon the praise. The scratching upon his head mixed with the traveling feeling felt better than anything ever had before. It had to have been the most enjoyable feeling he had ever felt. It felt like heaven.

Villain yearned for more.

He continued to focus on the screen, the words and imagery becoming clearer and clearer. He was so focused, so obsessed.

“Focus, Villain. Relax, focus.” His body cuddled into the chair, it’s once uncomfortable feel being replaced with an unhealthily beautiful one. “Focus, Villain. You’re doing so well, so good. Read the words, Villain, repeat them.”

The words began to spill out of Villain like water.

“Obedience.”

Good.

“Submissive.”

Good boy.

“Do…cile.”

Good boy, Villain.

“Oh…obediencccceee…”

Good boy, Villain.

“Sub… submisshivvvee…”

Good boy, Villain.

“Da… da-docillllleee…”

Good boy, Villain.

“Pettt...”

Good boy, Pet.

The constant praise was filling his senses completely, overriding everything else, liquefying his brain. The pleasure he felt was constant and unimaginable. The words, the voices, the ideas, mixed together in a mix of marvelous pleasure.

Any previous feelings of fear or anger had melted away so long ago, not even an afterthought to Villain. He wanted this. He wanted the good feels. He wanted it to continue forever. Submitting didn’t feel so bad anymore.

Each new flashing image, surrounded by the tender purple color, pulled Villain in deeper. His brain was melting, turning to mush. He couldn’t think. He shouldn’t think.

He didn’t want to think.

The words didn’t make sense anymore. To him the images were now accompanied by symbols completely foreign to him. The meaningless words though, they pulled him in, comforted him.

The voices continued, whispering sounds, some nonsensically to him, just like the words on the screen.

Except on the screen and in the voices, there were a few he could make out. The words he did understand, the ones he wanted to.

Obedient, submissive, docile.

Sit, stay, rollover.

Good boy.

Sweet pet.

They swirled in his mind, plastered across the walls of his brain.

Villain sniffed vigorously. A scent had been released in front of him, released from the mask. He was caught completely in the familiar smell that filled his nose.

“Sweet pet. Be so good for me won’t you? Your best behavior?” It was just one voice now ringing through his ears. The familiar voice. The one that had constantly remained the loudest.

The scent matched the voice perfectly, causing Villain’s head to go wild.

“Heeeroooooo…” His voice didn’t even feel like his anymore.

The voice, the scent, the words.

He could muster no thoughts, his head empty and smooth, enforced by the firm massaging of delicate fingers.

The imagery looped, so did the familiar words. Over and over again. The many voices returned behind the main one, filling his ears. Villain had no desire for it to end, not a drop in his whole body.

His being was encased in a pure sense of bliss, relishing in the sweet buzz of the voice.

As soon as it had started, the experience stopped. Villain barely even noticed, his mind too compromised to understand. The fingers lifted from his hair, the headphones gently being slipped off. The mask stayed on.

“What are you?” Villain recognized the voice instantly, one of the many that had been feeding him praises only moments ago.

He wasted no time mulling over a response.

“Pppetttt…” his words were slurred, coated in a fuzzy glaze.

“Who do you belong to, Pet?”

“Hhheerrrooooo…” Each time an automatic response exited his mouth, a feeling of intense satisfaction spiked inside him once again.

“Good boy. You’ve done so well, Hero will be so pleased. We only have a little more to go.”

Villain’s smile, desperate for the praise, stretched.

“Once you can’t so much as speak, it’ll all be over.

You’ll be fixed.”

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Soon enough, the mask finally slipped from his flushed cheeks.

Villain had no idea how long it had been, hours, days, maybe even weeks, the concept of time no longer carrying any meaning to him.

As the restraints he had gotten so used to were all unclipped, his whole body slumped, sliding out of the chair and onto the tiled flooring. He stationed himself on all fours, instinctively. Villain’s eyes sat half-lidded, heavy after being open for so long. He was still, prepared for instruction.

A thin, tall mirror was stationed several feet in front of him. Superhero was positioned next to it, guiding his eyes into the reflection. Someone, the one staring back at him, looked unruly and unkempt. Their hair was a mess, their clothes wrinkled and slipping. Their eyes were hollow, blank. Something sat on around their neck, something thick and irritating.

A dog collar.

Villain didn’t even comprehend the fact that it was himself he was looking at.

“Do you like it?” No response. The words meant nothing to him, not registering in his feeble mind. “Too easy,” the person flipped around, stepping to a hook on the wall. They slipped a long, thin piece of fabric off, with a clip on the end. “I was really hoping for more of a fight.

At least I’ve got a wonderful gift for hero.”

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