#oh so my anger is funny to you huh. really.

[mondaymelon]

₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐄… | xiao, childe, scaramouche x gn!reader

⤷ art by @/Deltanpopo on twitter ! ❀

[ A coy thing, you are, daring to lie to them about your wellbeing. ]

— "I'm alright."

A scoff leaves XIAO's lips at your swift words, his mouth curling into a sneer, one absent of a smirk. His arms crossed over his chest, dark shadows cast over his eyes. "Come again?"

His glare was intense - dangerous, its malice not directed towards you, but instead to whatever had made you like... this. You could shield your form from his piercing gaze all you wanted. It'd do nothing to deter him. The knowledge he held of your character, the way your voice gave the slightest tremor, and the way your eyes slipped from his own... he let out a noise of annoyance.

"As I said, Xiao. I'm fine."

You were't a good liar. At least, from his knowing view. Unacceptable. His lashes fluttered as his eyes narrowed. Was he not reliable enough for the truth? Why was it that you'd refuse his assistance while you were clearly suffering?

"No." His voice was decisive, cold, but not in the manner of harsh, unforgiving ice, but the morning frost that bloomed on the dewy stalks of riverside reeds. "You aren't."

He felt your gaze pause at his lips, yet did not rise to meet his own. Your own mouth quivered, just the slightest, and you downcast eyes that glistened flicked their attention to the ground. "Xiao, I..."

You voice trails off. There's no need to say more. For you stood, enveloped in the adeptus' rare embrace, his pale skin cool, yet sparking an unquenchable warmth within your chest.

"If you aren't okay, that's okay. I'll just have to hold you in my arms, until you are." ₊˚ෆ

— "I'm alright."

A laugh escapes CHILDE's parted lips, a rather empty sound that resounded in your silence. It continues for a couple brief moments. "Ah, you're kidding, right?" He breaks into a smile that fades at the lack of your response. "Right?"

"Why would I be kidding?" You sighed, trying to sound as exasperated as possible. "I'm serious, Childe. I said I was fine." His gaze bore into you, to the point where you could feel your body smolder under his eyes. You shouldn't look at him now. Pursing your lips, you strengthened your resolve, but a moment of weakness upon hearing his shallow laughter was all it took to glance upwards. To meet his gaze.

A grave mistake, you had just unwittingly committed.

Before you could turn your head away, Childe's hand's caught you, one of them grabbing onto your chin and forcing your head to stay in place. "Say," his voice was low, quiet. A telltale sign of the anger that simmered underneath. "When did you get the notion that you'd be allowed to lie to me, and then get away with it scot-free, huh?"

The moment he had met your fleeting gaze, eyes locked onto yours, your verdict had been decided. Guilty. "Childe, it wasn't that I..."

"Oh, is it something you can't tell me, then?" His voice was softer now, but not in a threatening way, eyes melting with concern. Yes as much as he'd love to get at whatever - or whoever had made you so upset, he had a higher task of importance as of now. And that was to comfort the person before him, tentative under his touch. He slowly released his hold on your chin, instead giving your hair a ruffle that caused your locks to fly in disarray. "If so, then I won't push you anymore."

"I've... I've just had a really long day and-"

Your words lost their sound as instead, warmth replaced the quiet. Childe held you in his arms, delicately, like you were made of porcelain, and the slightest touch would shatter you. For someone as brash as him, to now stay silent, letting you let out all the world's concerns in his embrace...

"I won't say anything, alright? Just let it all out, and I'll listen." ₊˚ෆ

— "I'm alright."

At first, SCARAMOUCHE almost looks offended at your words. His brows are furrowed, and his eyes are drawn into a scowl. "What, care to repeat that? It's funny how you think you're fooling anyone."

It takes a moment to find your voice again, with how intense his eyes stare into you - indigo, flashing with electro power. Mesmerizing, dangerous, lethal if you drew too close. It didn't matter you supposed, you had already been in his reach for far longer than you cared to admit, and you had yet to be burnt away. "...I'm alright, nothing happened."

This time, your answer drew a startling laugh that bubbled from deep within him, a carnal yet almost melodious sound that flowed like water and blazed like flames. "Ah, that's funny. You've been hanging around the other Fatui, haven't you?" His gaze narrowed in distaste. "Disgusting, all of them. And from the likes of it, you've been picking up some nasty habits as well. Speaking nothing but the truth to me should be a given, yet you're saying such things without the slightest guilty conscience... I couldn't help but laugh!"

Guilty conscience my ass. Of course it took something out of you to lie to your.. lover. Yes, despite it all, Scaramouche was the one you were joined hands with - even in the male didn't act like it. Or perhaps he did, in a world of his own masked away in a guise behind a guise. His spark just drew you closer.

"Scara, you wouldn't understand...!" Don't get aggravated, keep your voice composed, steady. "It's... it's something personal, alright? I just.. I just don't want to talk about it right now. Give me time, please."

Please? His maniacal expression dimmed as he paused, just a brief moment. He hadn't hurt you, had he? No, you knew him well, well enough to know that that was just the person he was, didn't you? "...So it was like that?" He tried to hide his apologetic expression with a hand over the lower half of his face, but his eyes glistened regardless.

"Ah, just forget about it. If you're hurting, then... Come here, all right? I'll humor you, just for tonight." ₊˚ෆ

(a/n) okay okay so. i. im gonna try and post a fic every day this week. spoiler alert: its fucking exam week BUTBUT BUT im so close to a follower goal ive been wanting to reach and itd be so silly if we could hit it before new years!! that's why im gonna be listening to burnout playlists while typing away like my life depends on it.// wish me luck on my exams ahah. theyre tommorrow.

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[stxrrwritess]

‘need some help?’

jax (the amazing digital circus) x reader smut

MINORS DNI !!

warnings : masturbation, hate fucking, porn w little to no plot, penis in vagina sex, reader is afab, slight degradation (use of slut & whore), creampie, probably ooc

words : 1,177

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Ever since appearing in this god forsaken circus, you and Jax have had constant back and forth bickering. It’s not to say you hated him, hate is a strong word. But, he definitely knew how to push your buttons and you couldn’t help but want to rip his head off sometimes.

You were in the main hall of the circus, talking to Ragatha while wandering around. You two had become pretty close since you got trapped in the circus. As you were walking, you were suddenly tripped over, falling flat onto your face. You looked up to see who the culprit was. Of course, it was Jax. Your face grew red with anger and embarrassment, as you picked yourself off the ground and dusted yourself off. “Oh, heya, toots. Didn’t see ya there, was jus’ stretchin’ my leg.” He grinned that shit eating grin, chuckling. You pointed an accusatory finger at him, as you spoke through gritted teeth, “You did that on purpose, asshole.” Before you could get another word in, Ragatha placed her hand on your shoulder, an indication that it wasn’t worth the fight. You sighed, and Jax walked off smugly. “Ugh. What a dick.” You grumbled under your breath, huffing as you crossed your arms. Ragatha seemed way too nonchalant with what had just happened, laughing softly. “Oh, come on Y/N. We all know you have a thing for him. Why don’t you just get it over with and tell him?” She asked, cocking a brow. You were gobsmacked. You? Like him? You batted your hand dismissively, a soft ‘psh’ sound escaping your mouth. “As if, Rags. You have to be kidding me. You couldn’t pay me to have any sort of feeling for him other than complete and utter dislike.”

What a lie.

Later that night, or rather, later (you couldn’t really tell the time in the digital circus. It was always a clash between both times.) You were in your room. You couldn’t help but think about what had happened earlier, and how Ragatha seemed to see right through your façade. All of the other residents were in the main hall, ‘eating’ a feast that Bubble had prepared after one of Caine’s silly adventures, and you had decided to sit this one out. Despite not even being allowed to curse in the digital circus, you wanted to experiment. You had made sure your door was locked, and slyly slinked your hand into your panties. Huh. The devs must be some sort of pervs, because you definitely felt something. You slid a finger into your heat, gasping softly at this oh so familiar feeling you hadn’t felt since getting stuck here. You began pumping your finger in and out, before adding a second. You were getting close to the edge, when you heard the doorknob of your door jiggle.

Jax had assumed you were with everyone else in the main hall, and thought it’d be funny to play a little prank on you. He jiggled your door open with one of his many keys, only to find you inside with your blanket loosely thrown over you, your eyes wide as you tried to wipe your slick into the covers. “Jax? What the fuck? What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice shaky as you panted slightly. “I-Uh, I thought you were with everyone else.” He stammered a little, feeling caught off guard to have walked in on you. He didn’t even know doing.. that was possible here. Guess you’d proven him wrong. You glared at him, wondering why he hadn’t left yet. He did the complete opposite, taking a step into your room and closing the door behind him, placing a hand on his hip. He chuckled dryly, looking you up and down as his grin grew wider. “You seriously gettin’ off in here while everyone else eats? What a whore.” He snickered, as he sauntered over to your bed. It’d be a lie to say the degradation didn’t make slick ooze down your naked thighs. “Need some help?”

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“F-Fuck, Jax!” You whined breathily underneath him. Jax had you bent over, one hand supporting your waist up and the other tangled in your hair. His dick (that he just realised he’d had) slammed into you at a rough pace, and he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Ah, ah, ah, don’t want your friends to hear you being stuffed full of the guy you pretend to hate, do you?” He moved one of his hands to cover your drool covered mouth with a laugh. You were barely able to form coherent thoughts, as a string of censored curses fell out of your mouth and soft gasps. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, before he suddenly pulled out. You were about to protest, before he flipped you over onto your back. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and shoved himself back into you, this new angle doing wonders, hitting all the right spots inside of you. “Fuck, s’too much!” You felt tears prick in your eyes as he kept jackhammering into you like an animal in heat, his dick hitting much deeper now. “Take it, slut. That’s right, milk my cock.” He grunted, as he continued fucking into you, his pace staggering slightly. He leaned down, latching his lips onto your neck as he began to mark you. You knew everyone would see it tomorrow, but that was the least of your worries at this point. “You’re such a little whore , y’know that? Pretendin’ ya hate me, but I know ya were thinkin’ bout me when ya were in here gettin’ yerself off. Admit it.” His voice was strained as he panted into your ear. You could barely form the words, all that as coming out was, “Y-Yes, I was, j-just don’t stop!” You begged, your hands finding his back, scratching him slightly as you tried to hold on. He took that too literally, as he picked up his pace once more. “C-Close. I’m close, Jax.” You moaned into his ear, before coming undone around him. He kept thrusting in and out, fucking you through your orgasm until he came inside you. He stopped, as he rode out his own climax, filling you up in the process. He had his head in the crook of your neck, and you could feel his hot breath on your skin as he finished. “Haah, fuck, toots, didn’t take ya for a slut.” He said with a slight laugh, before pulling out of you and laying next to you on the bed. “Soo.. Still hate me?” He snickered, and you gave him a little too hard of a nudge to the stomach. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t push your luck before I kick you out.” You grumbled, but cuddled up against him all the same. “Fine. I was gonna offer to help you out more often, but guess not.” He teased, as he put an arm around you.

Maybe you two didn’t hate each other that much after all.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

a/n : first smut fic i’ve ever written ! apologies if it was lowkey bad i just felt goofy . i’ll probably start getting more active on here but don’t hold me to that bcs i always forget i even have a tumblr page LOL

anyways hope you enjoyed 💥

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[totaly-obsessed]

Book Love

Alessia Russo x reader UNC

-> Alessia loves how different the two of you are, despite everyone's teasing

-> Special thanks to @babsisbakery for helping out with ideas

➳ Masterlist

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Alessia Russo was hopelessly in love with her girlfriend. And it was no secret. But the blonde's popularity didn’t save her from the teasing she received on the daily.

She constantly heard ‘Why would you date someone like that?’

‘You could have anybody.’

A couple of times she was even asked if she dated you because of a bet or because she just wanted to use you. That was the first time that you saw the harsh captain that she could be – making her teammates run until they felt like vomiting blood.

Not all the teasing was bad though – a lot of it actually quite funny. At least to you. Lessi would still get mad, but when she saw you laughing, her problem vanished into thin air.

Whenever you would show up at their practice sessions, the blonde did not get a break. She was too busy staring at you to notice the girls throwing bibs at her. You did not notice it either, too deep into your book – not really being interested in the sport and just showing up for your girlfriend.

Lotte, the blonde’s best friend, loved that she was dating you. You felt like a safe place to her. A cozy blanket that could shut out the rest of the world. You always had an ear open for the half-brit so that she could rant about her latest book without having to explain why some things just annoyed her about it.

While she loved the two of you, Lotte could not stand hanging out with both of you at the same time. When Alessia was around you, you could hardly stand up without the footballer following you like a lost puppy. And the blonde would not stop looking at you until you left the room – so she just ignored her fellow lioness until you were gone.

Alessia’s favorite part of the week? The evening after a match. No matter if they won or lost, she would spend the evening the exact same way. You would join her in her room, curled up in her bed. The blonde's head heavy in your lap as you stroked her hair with one hand, the other holding the book that she picked.

She loved you, your touch, and your voice – so having you read to her after an exhausting game?

Jackpot.

Most of the time you made it two chapters deep before the striker fell asleep in your lap, and you did not dare to continue reading.

One time you had read just a couple of pages more until you realized that she had fallen asleep – but it was already too late. When you took out the book the next time, there was a pout on the blonde’s lip, as she immediately rolled off your lap.

“What is wrong Less? It’s our book!”

A deep sigh left her body, still ignoring you. “Baby, I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

She did not forgive you.

She really did not.

At least until your hand had found its way into her hair. With a deep hum, her body relaxed into you. “What’s up, huh?”

“You read without me!” You could not really take the ‘anger’ in her voice seriously. Not when she was purring like a kitten, whining when your hand stilled for a second too long.

“Oh! I am sorry my girl. Promise I did not mean to.” But the blonde did not let up, still having her back turned to you. So you took to your last resort – back scratches and praises.

While she voiced her complaints that your hands left her head, she shut up really quick when she felt them creeping up her shirt You lightly scratched her back, whispering sweet nothings into your girlfriend’s ear, as she was on her way to dreamland.

You knew that the blonde had never really been mad at you for reading ahead, but it seemed that she just needed a little extra touch this evening.

Alessia was always open about her feelings, but she never wanted to cross boundaries when it came to physical touch – always letting you decide how much the two of you touched. If it was up to her there would not fit a single piece of paper between you.

While you wished that her teammates could see Alessia this way, so much softer than they were used to, you were glad that you could keep this side of hers to yourself. She was fiercely loyal and would shut anybody up who would make remarks about the differences between the two of you.

She wished it could stay like this forever. Being able to carry your books through the hallway. Seeing you on the bench for her. Laying in bed with you reading to her, falling asleep to your soothing voice.

But she knew that both of you had to grow up – even if she did not want to.

She wished for a love like the ones from your many books. A love so deep, it would need much more than different countries to break you apart.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal wfc x reader #engwnt x reader #woso imagines #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #woso

[actual-changeling]

heaven doesn't take too kindly to him breaking in a second time.

aziraphale stops them, with his blood already staining their perfect fucking floors, and his hands are balled into shaking fists, his voice projecting more authority than ever. crowley waits until they're alone in the blinding corridors before allowing his body to collapse, hissing when pain flares across his back.

"crowley-" there is a shadow in his periphery, hands reaching for him, but he flinches out of reflex more than intention, taking twisted satisfaction in the strangled noise escaping aziraphale.

"fuck off." while audibly hoarse, the edge to his words is sharp.

with his palms pressed to the floor, he gets to his knees, head hanging down as he sucks in breath after breath to summon enough focus to fix himself.

"let me help-"

"i said FUCK OFF," he spits, glancing up at him through a curtain of red waves and pain. "what do you care anyway."

"of course i care," aziraphale shoots back immediately, somewhere between offended and distressed, and oh, crowley takes the same satisfaction in that, too, no matter how bitter it tastes.

purely out of spite and to regain whatever of his pride is left, he ignores the cut still sluggishly bleeding onto the floor and pushes himself upwards, managing to stand while swaying heavily. he's a fucking mess compared to aziraphale in his pristine archangel get-up, and it lures the anger out of him with ease.

"huh, considering those are your guys you really have a funny way of showing it."

they both know what he is doing, yet the guilt carved into his face is as real as the heartbreak etched into his own. someone knows he is tired of playing games, but that is all they have left now, isn't it? stupid fucking games, as if they hadn't drowned themselves in those for millennia.

"i stopped them, i didn't send them. you know that."

crowley doesn't even attempt to bite back the hollow laugh craving to be set free. it rips through him with pain in his wake, and if he doesn't heal that wound soon the blood loss will make him pass out. how annoying.

"oh, aren't you being hilarious today, archangel. none of this would have happened if you hadn't—"

left.

thirteen months and he still cannot say it. what a pathetic little creature he is, deep down, clinging to love and having nothing but anger to voice it. he understands, he must understand.

suddenly, he is very, very tired.

"i'll be on my way. not gonna clean up though, that's on you."

aziraphale stands frozen, watching, right there and warm and real. crowley barely avoids throwing up at the thought of letting it all go for one gentle touch. in the harsh light, he seems pale, his lips bitten raw, and crowley loves him so desperately it hurts. gritting his teeth, he heals the cut oozing all over his back and nearly topples over with relief. hold me, he doesn't say. help me. come back. i miss you.

"for what it's worth, crowley, i am sorry."

they look at each other, gold and purple-blue-something new. he refuses to believe in Her after everything, but he believes that they will fix this somehow. crowley swallows and his fingers twitch at his side when the light catches on the tears gathering on aziraphale's waterline. they will fix this.

they have to.

"yeah, me too."

three word sentences hiding the one they both cannot voice, yet he finds forgiveness cannot easily be forgiven, not this time.

(it still counts)

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[m-jelly]

Sheriff situation

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, silly situation, supportive Levi, funny situation.

Levi gets a noise complaint from your neighbour. Suspecting it's about the noises Levi's get you making in the bedroom, he goes to have an awkward conversation but is shocked to find it's about your two cute wind chimes, one of which he got you. Levi has to stop you from getting too sassy.

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"Sheriff?"

Levi lifted his head and gazed at a lady in his contact department. "Afternoon, Angela. Everything okay?"

She smiled at him. "Got an interesting call."

"Oh yeah?"

She read out an address before smiling a little. "Ring a bell?"

It did, it was your neighbour's address. "What's wrong?" Worry and fear surged through him as he rose to his feet. He called your name with love. "Is she okay?"

"I don't know if she will be. The call is a noise complaint."

A deep blush went over his cheeks. "Noise..."

"You been making noise at your girlfriend's place?"

"I'll go and see what's happening." He grabbed his jacket and yanked it on. "I probably won't come back as it is near the end of my shift."

"Have fun."

He gulped hard and ignored the giggles from the ladies who took the calls. The only thing Levi could think about with noise had to be how much he made you moan when you were intimate in the bedroom. It's not like you both were screaming the house down or breaking the bed, but he was sure last night the window was open because it was hot and he was doing so many things to you for so long.

The drive over to your home wasn't long, but Levi's mind was racing with what could possibly be going on. Your safety was his concern. Levi knew how much of an ass your old neighbour was. It all started with his lewd comments about your body when you moved in, along with watching you in your home and complaining that you put up blinds to stop him.

Once you protected yourself from his views, you next had to protect yourself in the garden. It became easy for you when Levi and you dated because you were always over Levi's. As a result of rarely being home, the old man was complaining about every single thing you did.

Levi pulled up and expected to see the old man waiting for him and you hiding in your house, but instead, he saw the two of you at the fence shouting at each other. He was now very concerned for your safety.

Levi jogged over as you shouted at the old man that he was a dirty pervert. "Tch, oi! You two, stop with the shouting. Reduce the anger and talk to me. I need to know what's going on."

The old man pointed at you with his bony finger. "I'm sick of you. You accuse me of terrible things and all you've been doing is torturing me!"

Levi sighed. "How does she torture you."

He pointed. "Those wind chimes! They are too loud! They go on all day and night! Surely there is a law against it!"

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose. "So, you demanded for the sheriff to come because of wind chimes?"

"They're too loud! I know there is a law about excessive noise! She is violating that law!"

Levi groaned. "Sir, no laws are being violated here. Wind chimes don't make excessive noise."

"They do for me!" He huffed. "You're the sheriff! You should support me! I'm an OAP you know! I built this country."

You laughed. "Oh really? What part did you build, huh?"

Levi said your name sternly. "Don't."

You pouted. "Why am I being told off when he's the asshole!"

The old man shook his head. "See what I have to put up with? I was always so nice to her. She's been pushing my buttons and now she has those damn wind chimes. I'm an old sick lonely man."

"Go to the hospital then if you're that sick and maybe call some friends over if you're lonely."

He glared at you. "I have no one!"

You smirked. "Wonder why. Not like your attitude and spying on young women is the issue."

"I want her arrested!"

Levi let out a long sigh. "For what?"

You showed Levi your wrists. "I wouldn't mind you arresting me, sugar."

"Behave."

The old man shook his head. "She should be arrested and locked up! Someone like her should not be in society."

You laughed. "Then who would you try and perv on huh?"

"I am no pervert! You always pick on me and lie. Kids these days are all the same!"

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not a kid! I'm an adult. Plus, you calling a kid makes you perving on me far worse!"

"You just hate old people! You pick on me! Us old people are forgotten about!"

You growled. "Oh please, you get so much shit handed to you. You just like being the victim all the time!"

He pointed at the wind chime. "I want this gone! Both of them."

Levi stepped over and put his arm out. "Sir, don't grab that. Those wind chimes are her property."

"They're terrible things! They're ugly! They need to go!"

"Sir, touch them and you will get into trouble."

The old man poked Levi's chest. "You're taking her side because she's probably polishing your gun! You're sleeping with criminals."

You leaned around Levi and smirked. "You're just jealous that he can get some of this and you never will."

The old man glared. "You'll be begging me to give it to you! When I was younger."

"Yeah, when you were younger, you're not now."

"I will shove those chimes."

You grabbed one and shook it in his face. "Oh no so much noise!"

Levi tried not to laugh at your actions. He softly called your name. "Stop shaking your chimes."

You stopped and mumbled. "Thought you liked it."

"I do." He winked at you making you smile. "How about you put those cute chimes at my place?"

Your eyes sparkled. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I mean, we've been a couple for two months and I can't get enough of you. So, move in with me and you'll be far away from this man. You can have wind chimes and you can sunbathe in my garden because my home is on the edge of town."

You nodded as tears filled your eyes. "Yes, yes I'd love to."

"Perfect. Now, no more shaking your chimes at other men." He nodded to your home. "Get pack as much of your stuff as you can and I'll drive you home. We'll pack the rest this weekend to move you in."

You kissed Levi's cheek. "Okay!"

Levi turned to the old man. "I know what you've been doing with her. I've been staying over often, so I've seen what you've been up to."

The old man went pale. "Sheriff, I was just...I...uh..."

"I want to drag your ass to a cell, but I lack evidence." He gave the man a look of murder. "Hurt her, touch her, pester her or do anything against her or any woman again and I will be forced to take action. Do not test me."

He nodded. "Y-Yes sheriff!"

"Now, go inside and be a well-behaved citizen of this town. Myself and others in this town of sick of your shit. Now go." Levi watched the man race inside. "Tch, damn pervert." He turned and walked all the way to your side of the fence and into your home. "Darling?"

You pushed your full suitcase down the stairs. "I'm here! I packed clothes and some cuddly toys."

Levi eyed the bag. "You don't need cuddly toys."

You frowned. "Why not? I love them."

"I'm your cuddly toy." He pouted. "You're supposed to hug me, not them."

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around Levi's neck. "You jealous of my cuddly toys?"

"I am." He hugged you tightly. "You're mine." He kissed you and hummed in happiness. "Can't believe you shook your wind chime at him."

You laughed. "Just wanted to make things exciting for you."

He smiled softly. "You're incredible. I love you."

"Love you too."

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[thepenguinwriter]

I loved your Adam x male reader! I find the dynamic of those two very funny and seem cute if they were together.

You could ignore this if you want but I want to now what would happen if Adam felt jealous about how the female angels gush over how handsome male reader is and Adam doesn’t like the attention reader is getting.

Adam ☆ Jealousy

- ☆ You've been in Heaven for quite a while now

- ☆ You were aware of the occasional compliments and winks you got from other angels

- ☆ But it seemed ever since Adam started clinging onto you, angels gave you even more attention

- ☆ You never missed the scowl Adam had on his face when girls would compliment you

"Oh my stars, Y/N, right? Your hair is absolutely gorgeous! And I love your eyes, it makes you look-"

"Yeah, we have some important business, so get the fuck outta the way tits."

- ☆ He'd say that every time, whether you were actually attending an important meeting or just going to the store

- ☆ If multiple ladies were around you, he'd jump in and loudly exclaim something along the lines of,

"Hey there, hottie! Still coming to my place tonight, right?"

- ☆ He made sure all the girls heard it very clearly

- ☆ It was one day that he was walking outside when he came across you

- ☆ He was just about to go up to you when he noticed a group of female angels staring at you and giggling to themselves

- ☆ Adam's eyes narrowed and he tried to listen closer

"He's so cute, isn't he?"

"Oh, yes! I saw him yesterday by the bakery, but I didn't get the chance to say hi.."

"Tough luck! He's soo handsome, I would love to-"

- ☆ That was the moment he had enough and stomped over, interrupting the conversation

"Who are you talking about ladies, huh?" He asked, masking his stern voice and anger with his usual wide grin.

"Y/N! He's right there." One of the angels pointed to you, minding your own business nearby, but far enough to not notice the commotion. "He's so handsome, isn't he?"

"And you think you have a chance with him?" Adam asked, letting out a mocking snicker. "Bold of you to assume he's even single."

- ☆ The ladies stared at Adam in confusion and surprise. Before they had to chance to reply, he stalked away with a content smirk on his face

- ☆ Next thing you know, Adam was clinging onto your shoulders, as if nothing happened

- ☆ Meanwhile, the girls watched on in disbelief, wondering what had happened.

A/N: Hi anon!! I'm so glad you enjoyed that Adam x reader, that post really took off actually! Thank you for all the support, and for this request, because it was very fun to write!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel adam #adam hazbin hotel #adam x reader

[vox-ex]

Kara

Supercorptober 2023

The shortest poem is a name.” —Anne Michaels

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Kara tried not to wince as Esme put another band-aid onto her arm, the brightly colored cartoon dinosaurs all but mocking the rest of the pain they couldn't possibly cover.

"Thanks Bug."

She tousled her hair with her good hand.

"Does it hurt when you don't have your powers, Aunt Kara?" Esme asked her brown eyes round with concern.

Kara managed a smile. "It hurts a little right now, but no, not really. It just feels...kind of funny without my powers."

Esme nodded and looked at her seriously, almost too seriously for being five years old. But she always tries to be honest with Esme about these things.

Kara leans in closer as she reaches up to put another bandaid on, this time on her chin.

"Want to know a secret?"

Esme nodded enthusiastically.

"Sometimes it's nice without my powers. I mean, I don't have to be as careful when I get excited and hug Aunt Lena."

Esme giggled. "Or kiss her!"

"Or kiss her," Kara admitted with a blush. But then her smile faded a bit. "I feel bad worrying your mom, though."

"Aunt Lena worries too," Esme said.

Kara's heart ached at the truth of it. "Yeah. She does."

She held her hand out revealing another angry cut, "So we better get me fixed up before she finds out, huh?."

But then the sudden echo of heels on tile had both of them turning and Kara's stomach dropping.

"Kara Zor-el Danvers!" Lena's voice rang out.

Kara and Esme exchanged wide-eyed looks.

"Do you think she knows?" Kara whispered.

Esme nodded gravely. "Last time Momma used my full name was when I kept that frog in my room without asking."

Lena swept into the Medbay, jacket unbuttoned, hair astray, and panic in her eyes. She looked undone in more ways than one.

"Kara..."

Her voice quiets the second time she says her name.

Maybe she looks worse than she thought. Maybe the band-aids weren't helping as much as she hoped.

Alex turned the corner, face buried in lab reports, nearly running into Lena's back.

"Oh!"

Alex glanced between them and Esme quickly overcoming her surprise. "Did she say her whole name?"

Esme nodded without a bit of sympathy for her Aunt. "Yup!" then did her best to sound like her Godmother. "Kara Zor-el Danvers!"

Kara's cheeks flushed, but her eyes didn't leave Lena's.

Alex looked between them again and stepped forward to scoop Esme off the table. "What do you say we give these two a minute alone, kiddo?"

As they made their way to the door, Esme reached out to get Lena's attention, tugging on the bottom of her coat.

Lena bent down just enough that Esme was able to whisper in her ear, and Kara didn't miss the fleeting smile it caused before she stands up again, smoothing Esme's hair, and thanking her for helping Kara feel better.

And just like that they’re alone.

And she all but expects another round of her whole name hurting towards her.

But Lena stayed put.

Stayed quiet.

And Kara can’t read her expression.

And without her heartbeat to go by, she feels even more lost.

"The full-name treatment huh? When you were mad before, it was always just Supergirl, never even Kara."

Lena sighed, dropping her head a little. "That's not funny...or fair."

So,...so lost.

Kara's heart clenched, and she looked down at her hands in her lap, silly dinosaur bandaids placed against her bloodstained suit.

"I know, I'm sorry."

Kara watched Lena's eyes flit back and forth between her and the room as if unsure of where to focus her attention. Finally, she lets out a long sigh and turned to face Kara fully.

"I was in a meeting. A stupid meeting. I had no idea you were even doing anything that could have gotten you hurt. Jess had to tell me!"

And Kara tries to ease heaviness that settles with Lena’s anger.

"You have a lot of meetings; the odds of me getting hurt during one had to have been pretty high."

But quickly pulled her lip between her teeth wanting to pull the words back too when she looks again at her.

"Right, sorry, not funny."

Lens stepped between her legs, hands resting on her thighs, eye glistening with tears no longer held back.

"I'm sorry...again."

Kara let her head fall gently against her chest as she let out another sigh.

"I just barely got used to worrying about you during the big stuff. You know, world-ending, catastrophe-avoiding days. But this was just a normal day. I didn't think about ever losing you on just a normal day."

And Kara wants to tell her how much she knows what that feels like, wants to tell her how fragile humans are, how much she worries about normal days all the time. But she knows Lena needs to be mad at her now, needs to be able to feel however she is feeling and have that feeling be about her.

Lena's hands tightened on her legs, fingers digging into the fabric of her suit, and it's like she saying. Sometimes it's nice. To feel, to know, to be able to understand through touch alone the depth that Lena is feeling something, needing something.

Kara placed her hands over Lena's.

"I'm okay."

Lena nodded and let Kara pull their bodies together until they were wrapped around each other.

"You're not wrong. It was easier to be mad or worried about Supergirl. But I love Kara Zor el Danvers, all of her."

Lena's hand came up to cup her chin, thumb tracing the edge of the bandaid there.

"Even when she looks a little foolish."

Lena leaned the warm press of her lips, replacing the cool skin of her hand.

Kara grinned sheepishly. "I may or may not have picked them out myself. I thought they might distract you. It was obviously not as successful as I hoped. "

Lena rolls her eyes and helps Kara down from the exam table, steadying her with an arm around her waist as she finds her feet.

"Come on, let's get you home."

Kara leans into her side, brushes her thumb over Lena's knuckles as they walk together.

"So what did Esme say to you?"

Lena lets out a watery laugh and subtle eyebrow raise.

"That I should let you kiss me tonight."

Kara falters for just a step, but she quickly finds her feet again, along with a smile.

"Any chance we could throw in a couple hugs too?"

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read and follow along on Ao3 too

#sg prompts #supercorp #supergirl #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #heaviness disguised as softness #Kara and Lena dealing not really dealing with things until the universe makes them deal with things #a little bit of Esme and Alex because I love them too

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Hey! I absolutely looooove your work! You write the clones so we’ll and I was wondering you had time if you could write a head cannon about the clones with a bratty/sassy reader who’s sarcastic and quick on her feet but also very flirty. She’s a demon slayer. And they’re low key a simp for her lmao.

But anyway i hope you have a wonderful day and take care of yourself 🫶🏻💕

Hard to get

THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG♡♡♡ Please I'm not really that good at writing bratty readers all that well but I hope you like this 😭🙏🏾

Warnings: none, readers gender isn't really sated in this so think what u wanna think lol

Aizetsu

Aizetsu, who is the most calm and reasonable one out of the clones but doesn't like when you don't listen to him. It makes him sad, but it's fun playing around just to see his reactions

Aizetsu will try to communicate with you on why you aren't listening to him instead of punishing you in any way and will miss the idea of you just joking around. "Y/n, why are you acting like this? It's making me sad..." He said with a frown,"you tell me. " You give him a smirk, stepping in front of him with your hand on your hip, only confusing him more

Aizetsu will tell you when you're taking things too far by messing around with his things even after when he's told you multiple times not to. "Y/n please, I've told you many times not to play with my spear. you'll hurt yourself, " he said, but you just stepped away, holding the spear behind your back."What are you going to do about it?" You say in a suggestive tone, making him blush and take his spear out of your hands, bringing you into a hug. "You're being so mean... stop that"

Sekido

Sekido hates disobedience. Even if it's from you, it's no exception no matter how much he loves you. It makes him more angry how you test him almost every day to see how far you can go

Sekido is a strong demon. That he already knows, but your skills as a swordsman surprises him every time and how well you're able to sneak up on him so easily, which angers him more. You'll do things like jump on his back or hug him from behind to surprise him

Sekido will scold you for sneaking up on him and hug him from behind. He'll push you off. "How many damn times have I told you to stop sneaking up on me!" He yells, only making you laugh. "Don't act like you don't like it, Sekido. You love when I hold you, " you smirk about to hug him again, but he only grabs your jaw, stopping you in your place with a flushed, angry face. "....just shut up."

Karaku is actually the one ready to push your buttons and likes when you have an attitude with him. He takes it as a challenge and finds it very attractive how you can get in his face and tell him off

Karaku will purposely do things to get on your nerves, like being annoyingly touchy and forgetting the things you tell him. "Why won't you look at me? Are you mad?" He asks. "Oh no, I'm not mad. Just a stupid demon likes to piss me off becausehe finds it fucking funny" you say with your arms crossed not looking at him

Karaku only chuckles and hugs you from behind. "Don't be like that. I just love to tease you, but you don't mind it no matter how "mad" you get, huh? And just just so cute when you act like that, " He says in your ear, making you pout. "Shut up. You're so annoying..."

Urogi's biggest rule is that you don't mess around with his wings. He will be mad that you don't listen and try to slap you with his wings but have a hard time doing so since you move quickly

Urogi's wings are sensitive, so when you touch them, you jump out the away just in time before his wings spread out to hit you out of reflexes from you touching them. You'll laugh at how mad Urogi gets, but he'll try to shake it off

Urogi loves your sassy side sometimes, but other times you can really get under his skin, since hell never admit you're strong "If you're not quick enough my wings might just slice you in half" he smirks "right just like all those other times when you "tried to hit me" with your wings" say say making quotation mark gestures with your hands and Urogi making a screwed face at you

#aizetsu x reader #karaku x reader #sekido x reader #urogi x reader #demon slayer x reader

[hotdilfs11]

.　　. 　 ˚　. Have we got our lines crossed? - Don’t waste my time, Victor Lundberg

✩ parings. (blk!reader x Rio)

✩ summary. Valarie was secretly a gang leader, and no one knew about it; however, she retired due to the FBI following her around for the past five years. Rio is a gang leader that her best friends work for; however, he has feelings for Valarie, but she doesn't really have them for Rio. Is she going to fall in love with him, or will they be at war?

✩ warnings. cursing, threats

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Beth's house-

A guy named Rio showed up at Beth's house, threatening all of us because of the money we took from the grocery store. I mean, I would too since we took over half a million, but it is what it is. We honestly didn’t know that he owned the grocery store or had ties with them, but I guess he did. Rio has a tattooed eagle on his neck and a buzz cut. He has warm, hickory eyes full of mystery, dominance, and a touch of familiarity that gave me comfort and excitement. He came in with three other guys. They all had a big build with tattoos and were wearing all black. Rio was also wearing black, but he was shorter than the other guys that were surrounding him; however, his body gave off a sense of security and self-confidence, making the three other guys look weak. His face contorted with rage, and his body was tensed up while he slowly paced throughout the kitchen as he made heavy eye contact with all four of us. His thick, husky voice echoed through the house as he made this short speech about getting his money back. I toned out half of it because I had made that speech a hundred times to people, but it sounded way better. We were all standing in the kitchen, surrounded by the guys he was with. Beth, Ruby, and Annie were all in tears, pleading for their lives, but I looked at him with a deceiving glare, not giving a crap about what he was saying. He was boring me, and I think he noticed that when he looked at me. He paused for a minute, and a heavy silence flooded the air. His eyebrows furrowed as he started walking slowly towards me. His jaw clenched up as his thick hazel eyes met mine in fury.

He wiped his mouth slowly as he got closer to me. "Oh, I’m sorry, am I boring you?” he said in a threatening voice. I looked up at him with an unbothered expression. "Nah, carry on, though,” I responded to him in a nonchalant tone. He started getting closer and closer to me, and my body started to tense up. I stood up straight as I kept eye contact with him, not giving him any satisfaction, but all he could do was give me a grim smirk. He chuckled. "So... you think this is funny, huh?"

I took a step towards him and looked up at him with a blissful smirk growing on my face. "Yeah, I actually do.” I paused. "Rio, right?"

I could see the anger on his face grow heavier by the minute when those words spilled out of my mouth. However, all he could do was laugh. He backed away from me, turning his back away from all four of us. “So you bitches think it's some kind of joke, huh?"

"No, we don't,” Beth said in a sharp yet anxious manner, looking at me with a scared look on her face.

I shrug my shoulders. “I think it’s fucking hilarious,” as the crack of my heels echoed through the house as I took my first step on the cold, hickory floor towards him, catching Rio's attention. He turned around in a swift motion as his cold, hard eyes caressed over my body. I stand closer to him as my chest brushes over his, feeling his body heat bounce off him and onto mine. Rio hovers over me and chuckles softly, breaking eye contact with me for a minute.

He looked back at me with a deceiving smirk on his face. “You got a lot of balls, ma; I like it.” He said it in a husky voice as he walked away from me and right out the door with everyone he brought

with him. I look over at him walking out with a smile painted on my face, amused by him even though it's a bad thing to feel like that but I did.

A months later:

Working with Rio has its ups and downs, but I’ve been through worse. My girls have been struggling with keeping up with the lies and guilt, especially my sister Ruby. All we're doing is spending fake money and turning it into real money, and I don’t know what's hard about that. They can’t keep up with any of this because of all the mistakes they're making, and I can't tell them because I don’t want them to know what I did in the past. Anyway, we almost got caught two times already, and it's kind of painful to watch, but I’m doing this for my girls and giving them what they need. It's not like I need the money I’m set for the rest of my life, but I know they don't, so I'd rather help them more than I ever did. They make their mistakes, and they’ll all move on from them, but this mistake was stupid as fuck even for them. And it's not even Ruby or Annie's fault; it's Beth's fault because she lets her emotions get the best of her. It’s been like that since I was a kid, and it’s not like the task was hard. It was just delivering trucks to a warehouse; however, Beth got pulled over, but she discovered that there was nothing in there, and the cop let her go. After that, she went to Rio, pissed him off, and threw the keys at his face. “What we had here is done; go home,” Rio said in a calm voice.

Now? I’m the one who has to get them out of it. We're in the kitchen as they tell me about the little plan they have for me.

“Please Val.” Ruby said it in an anxious voice. “You're the only one he has feelings for,” she announced quietly.

My eyes widened, and I looked up at Ruby, annoyed at what she just said. I lean against the counter, rolling my eyes. “The feels, Ruby, are you fucking kidding me?”

Annie sighs as her eyes furrow in worry. “I mean..." she says slowly as she anxiously plays with the sleeve of her shirt.

I turn my head towards her, letting out a soft chuckle. “So you guys all think that he..." They all slowly nodded their heads simultaneously, and I just looked at them in disbelief. I let out a frustrated sigh as they just all looked at me like lost puppies. “All you have to do is ask him to get us back in the loop; that's it." Beth announced softly, but all I could do was look at them with a dumbfounded look on my face. "Please,” Ruby begged. I looked into my sister's saddened eyes and sighed, "Fine, I’ll do it for god's sake, but if I get killed, I'm going to be pissed." They all had an innocent smile on their faces, and all I can do is roll my eyes at them.

Two days later:I stepped out of Beth's house, slamming the front door as I walked down her driveway towards a black Range Rover. I wore black jeans and a black fitted long-sleeve shirt. My black stilettos clacked against the rocky sidewalk as the illuminating car drew me closer to it, sending a bitter chill down my spine. A dash of excitement hit my body when I pulled the hasty black door handle, revealing Rio gazing over my body, looking up and down at me. I felt his strong pair of eyes still caressing my body after I got in the car

with him. I liked the feeling of him admiring me, but I’m here for business only. Rio lets out a soft chuckle, and being coy, he says, “You look so good today. Is this all for me, baby? Aww, you shouldn't have."

I roll my eyes and look at him with a judgmental glare. "Nah, I wore this for me, Rio. Now please drive.” I said as I turned my head away from him, looking out the window. I can still feel his eyes admiring me, but I didn’t pay any attention to him. He drove off after.

#wattpad #fanifc #fem reader #black writers #black fanfic writer #rio good girls #rio x reader #rio fanfic #manny montana #rio good girls fanfiction #manny montana fanfic #manny montana fic #creative writing #fiction #mafia fanfic #fanfic #enimes to lovers #dilfism #zoe kravitz

[bachissidehoe]

take me away - itoshi r.

chapter 5 of 7 in the blue lock band series. chapter 1. chapter 2. chapter 3. chapter 4. chapter 6. chapter 7.

synopsis: rin is the only band member y/n still has to write an article about, but he just gives her nothing. he doesn't talk or even answer questions, to the point where it almost seems like he's teasing her. actually- that seems to be exactly what he's doing.

warnings: smut; multiple orgasms; overstimulation; oral (receiving); pussy drunk; a hint of cnc; submissive!reader; fem!reader; minors DNI

disclaimer: all songs referenced are credited to THE DEEP END

w.c. 3.2k

Itoshi Rin. The elusive, mysterious, unbothered bassist of Blue Lock. The thing about Rin is that y/n has no idea what he knows or what he’s thinking. Does he know anything about her experience with his brother? What about with Isagi? 

Since y/n started here, she’s probably only exchanged a few words with Rin. It’s only ever in passing, a light nod, perhaps an eye roll. 

“So Rin, what made you want to become a bassist?” She asks, sitting on the couch across from him while conducting her interview with the raven haired musician. 

“My brother played guitar. So I played bass.” He says flatly, his fist resting under his chin, a faraway look in his teal eyes. It’s like he’s bored, he’s been bored the whole time. 

Y/n sighs. She’s really getting nothing out of him. Rin’s the only band member she’s hardly covered in her social media posts, the only one she has left to write about. He’s even more introverted than his brother, and even more of a dick. 

“So you’re very inspired by your brother?” She follows up, trying to get him talking. 

“I wouldn’t say that.” 

“Well what would you say then?” She tries her best to maintain professionalism, but he’s making it difficult. She’s past annoyed, she’s pissed. She almost thinks he’s doing it on purpose. 

Rin shrugs. “I want to be better than Sae.” 

Finally. Something. 

“Better? Can you elaborate?” 

“What more do you need?” 

“Can you just-” She stops herself, taking a breath. “I just want to learn more about you. Your fans want to learn about you.” She forces a smile. 

Y/n directs her gaze back to Rin, briefly meeting his hypnotizing stare. He’s been looking at her, watching her get frustrated. As her eyes meet his, she can almost see a hint of amusement. He’s enjoying this. 

“I’d prefer they know nothing about me.” He says, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. And he tries to hide it too, that asshole, bringing his hand over his lips to touch just under his nose. 

Y/n takes another breath. “You like this huh.”

“Like what?” He looks back at her, trying to hide his devilish smile. 

That’s enough for y/n. He pushed her far enough. “You’re fucking pissing me off Itoshi. This is my fucking job. Can you stop being a dick for two seconds and answer the fucking questions so I can go back to not talking to you and you can go back to being an asshole like usual? Please?” She breaks, balling her fists as she feels her cheeks turning red. 

And he laughs. For the first time ever, potentially in history, Itoshi Rin laughs. 

“Rin!” Y/n stands up, slamming her clipboard on the table in front of her. She can feel her ears burning, her breath getting hot. She’s seething with anger. 

“Why do you even care so much?” 

“Why do you care enough to piss me off about it?” She snaps. 

He pauses briefly, slightly tilting his head as he looks at her from his seated position. “It’s funny.” He admits. 

“Oh my fucking-” y/n turns around, her fists balled next to her hips as she attempts to leave the room entirely. 

“Oh come on don’t be like-” Rin reaches for her, grabbing one of her wrists and spinning her back around. “Sorry, it’s just kinda hot when you’re angry.” He smirks. 

As if y/n wasn’t red enough already, she feels her cheeks get even hotter, partially from anger- partially from…arousal? 

For Rin to purposely be angering her because he finds it hot- it’s sadistic. Itoshi Rin, the youngest band member, the most mysterious. He hardly brings girls around, yet has garnered a subset of dedicated fans, desperate to break through that thick outer shell. The way he plays and sings is destructive, messy, choppy, yet it’s perfect- it attracts those who want a piece of that destructive nature.

“It’s- what?” Y/n is practically speechless, her breath caught in the back of her throat as she struggles to avoid eye contact with the bassist. 

“It’s-” He forces her gaze to him. It’s unreadable. “Hot.” He repeats. 

“Can we do the interview Rin or are you gonna continue whatever the fuck this is.” She says, her voice low and uncertain. 

Rin’s the last one she’d expect to come onto her. She even expected Reo before Rin. And still, she can’t tell if he’s messing with her or he actually wants her. 

“It’s a waste of my time y/n.”

“I literally cannot stand you.” She snatches her wrist away from his light grip and calmly sits on the couch, smoothing her skirt with her hands before picking up the clipboard she was taking notes with. 

Rin stands a few feet away, a smirk still playing at his lips. It’s all a game to him, he doesn’t care about anything besides being the best. 

“The first song I ever wrote included some of the lyrics that became “Take Me Away” on our first EP.” He finally says, taking a few steps toward her. 

She looks up, not wanting to acknowledge the fact that he suddenly decided to do a nice thing for her. She fears if she thanks him or asks him any follow up questions, he’ll stop talking. 

“I was 6. Sae was playing something and I started humming along, eventually coming up with the second half of the chorus- “I don’t wanna stay, I’m gonna go mad”. Sae liked it and so I played bass for him.” He explains. “That’s enough for you, right?” He resumes his rude demeanor. 

Y/n scoffs. “Yeah, I guess.” It’s a nice story though, if only he’d stop being a dick and talk more. 

He turns around, taking a few steps toward the exit of the backstage dressing room. 

“Rin, wait.” She says, cursing herself for deciding to continue the conversation at all. 

He turns around, trying to hide that devious smirk. It’s like he planned the entire thing. Y/n expected Bachira to be into teasing her like this, but Rin? It seems out of character. He’s never even talking to girls, he’s the only one who hardly ever engages with fans, he stays away from most social gatherings, and it’s always a chore to get him to do interviews with the rest of the band. Even his brother is less of an asshole. He’s the last person y/n would expect to toy with her like this. 

“What are you getting at here?” She asks with a sigh. 

“I just don’t see what’s in this interviewing stuff for me.” He shrugs. “But whatever. I’m kinda into you, so.” 

Y/n can’t tell if he’s joking or not, but she can’t stop her heart from skipping a beat regardless. It’s annoying, since she really doesn’t like Rin at all. 

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah sure. You’re so into me, alright, eat me out then.” 

“Oh, sure.” He says it casually, way too casually. As if that’s the response he’s been anticipating from her this entire time. As if he was perfectly aware that’s how this would end. 

“Uh, wait-” She starts, watching him strut back over to her with the same dead look in his eyes. And he drops to his knees in front of her. She gulps. “What are-”

“Doing what you asked.” He places both hands on her knees, slipping a few fingers just under her skirt, enough to graze the skin of her thighs. 

“But-” She stutters, gaze locked onto his unreadable, striking teal eyes. “Are you serious?” It’s all she can say, it’s the only thing she’s honestly been thinking of since they started this whole interview. 

“Yeah.” He says flatly, sliding one hand fully under her skirt, squeezing around the plush skin of her thigh. 

Her face is flushed, she’s past the point of subtlety. It’s unfair of him, truly. He shouldn’t have this immediate effect on her, just from the tight grip he has on her thigh. Well- maybe not just from that- there was the teasing, the way he looks when he makes eye contact with her, the smirk-

She sucks in a breath, feeling his fingers trace further up her skirt. 

“No shorts huh?” He asks, his eyes fixated on the way his hands hike up the thin fabric. 

“No.” She answers, though it comes out more like a light gasp. It’s embarrassing, really, how little it takes to turn her on. Any self-respecting person would have laughed Rin off and gotten over it. 

Not y/n. 

Instead, she can’t help herself from falling directly into his trap, from allowing the sensation of his touch to sweep through her entire body, making it nearly impossible for her to let herself walk away unscathed. 

His fingers reach her panties, and he snaps his eyes back to hers, watching her pull her bottom lip between her teeth in anticipation. And he smirks again, that devilish, beautiful smirk. She can practically feel herself gushing as she looks at him. If he wasn’t so damn hot- fuck- he wouldn’t be able to get away with this. 

“Gonna take them off.” He sighs, hooking a finger under the soaked fabric and sliding them down her legs, a trail of wetness coating her inner thigh as he does. “Stop me whenever you want.” He says it under his breath, but he makes sure to make eye contact again with that same dead look in his eyes. 

She doesn’t answer, just takes in a few quick breaths. 

“Yeah?” He asks, his finger dancing dangerously close to her begging hole. 

“Yeah.” She confirms with one of the short breaths she’s been holding, her eyes snapping shut as she submits herself to the will of Itoshi Rin. 

She doesn’t even like Rin. He’s such an asshole. 

But his fingers feel so nice tracing her rim, making sporadic circular motions that only make her wetter. It stops mattering how she feels about him personally, and it stops mattering even more when he forces her thighs apart, dipping his head between them like this is all he’s ever wanted. 

Itoshi Rin knows what he’s doing with his tongue. 

Fuck. 

Y/n’s entire mind goes blank as he licks her, his nails digging crescent moons into her thighs as he holds them in place. 

If anything, y/n would have guessed that Itoshi Rin was a virgin, considering he shows absolutely no interest in anyone. In the case that Itoshi Rin was not a virgin, y/n would have guessed he was selfish, taking only what he wants from someone and giving nothing in return. Never in her wildest dreams would she have guessed that Itoshi Rin would be between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her clit, letting light moans slip as if he’s the one enjoying this. 

It’s like he was made to be licking her pussy, like he’s supposed to taste her, swallow her, force her thighs to shake in his grip. He forces his tongue into her tight hole, moaning as he feels her clench around him. 

His movements are intense and uncalculated, and he pulls her closer, thrusting her entire body onto his tongue like he’s desperate for it. Like he’s starving for her, like he wants to devour her. 

All y/n can do is let out quick breaths, often coupled with short whimpers that feel like they’re stuck in her throat. He’s not holding back though, the more the taste of her sinks into his tastebuds the louder he gets. 

“Rin-” She warns, unable to control the shakiness of her thighs as she finds herself hurdling closer to her edge, much faster than she expected. 

“Mmm hmm~” He acknowledges, his eyes closed as he flicks at her burning clit, building her up to her release. And as soon as he feels her let go, he plunges his tongue inside her, soaking up every drop of the fluid that rushes along with her orgasm. He won’t let anything go to waste, he drinks it up, reaching his tongue inside her as far as it can go, using circular motions to absorb everything he can. 

And Rin doesn’t stop. Even after she whines for him, after she fights his grip to attempt to squeeze her thighs together. He doesn’t stop, it’s like he can’t even hear her. So much for telling her she can stop him whenever. He continues flicking at her clit, fucking her with his tongue, he keeps his grip tight on her thighs. 

“I finished- ah~” She attempts to force his head up. “Rin-” 

“Mm mmm-” He shakes his head, his tongue still inside her as he refuses her request to stop. He won’t even stop for air, y/n can’t be sure if he’s even breathing. 

And he keeps going, circling the rim of her pussy, teasing her entrance, pressing his tongue into her clit. Y/n can feel her body becoming overstimulated, every movement he makes feels like she’s being electrocuted. She can’t stop shaking, whining, begging. Her thighs burn from clenching her muscles so hard, her eyes are blurred with a thin layer of glassy tears. 

“Y-y-you g-ott-ta s-sto-stop-” She struggles through her words, desperately fighting a battle between loving every single flick of his tongue and being completely unable to handle it. 

He finally lifts his head, his eyes fluttering open to look at her breathless, shaking figure. “Y’can give me another.” He says, softly. His eyelids are heavy as he takes a few long, smooth breaths. He hardly even lifts his head at all, his breath still tickles her inner thighs. 

His words cut through her mind like butter, smoothly slicing through every last cell that was willing to protest. And she can only lay there on the couch, her clipboard long forgotten on the coffee table in front of her, every intention she had of getting information out of Rin to publish in an article has been cast aside. 

She doesn’t fight him anymore, instead sinks her body deeper into submission as his tongue returns to her pussy. He doesn’t stop, it’s impossible for him. Her taste overwhelms him, leaving him desperate for it. If she keeps getting wetter, he has more to suck out of her. He laps at her dripping hole, the drool and wetness coating his lips and chin so beautifully. His skin glistens with her all over him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Someone will probably hear him. He’s not subtle about how much he loves this. With every breath y/n takes, her walls clench around his tongue, and he can’t help but moan into her. He wants it so bad, he wants more. 

Itoshi Rin is pussy drunk. 

“I’m- fuck Rin-” Y/n gasps, choking on her breath as she feels a second orgasm creeping closer. 

He moves to flick her clit with his tongue, alternating between fast flicks and wrapping his lips around it to suck it between his teeth. It sends her hurdling, it’s a feeling unlike any other she’s felt. 

And then he adds his fingers. He slips two inside her hole, pumping them and curling them inside her enough to make her tremble. 

He has to be getting tired, he has to need another breath soon. 

“R-rin!” She squeaks, an overwhelming sensation rocketing through her body, a rush of fluids following along with her orgasm. 

He only shoves his fingers in further and sucks harder on her clit, gathering her slick cum on every inch of his fingers, his tongue, his lips. It’s like this is the greatest thing he’s ever tasted. He could eat her every day, morning, noon and night, whenever she asks for it. How pretty she sounds when she cums for him, how sweet she tastes, how that tight little pussy grabs for him, how her thighs clench around his head like they’re desperate to keep him sucking on that needy clit. 

“Another~” He comes up only for a second, begging her body to recover enough to let him take her there for a third time.

Y/n’s fingers lace through his dark hair, gripping hard as she pulls him away from her exhausted hole. 

“Can’t y’just fuck me?” She gasps, breathless, holding his hair as tightly as she can. His eyes lock with hers, his face covered in drool and cum. He looks so damn pretty like that, with beads of drool dribbling down his chin and his eyes glazed over with a drunk look. 

“Why’d I wanna do that?” He hums, forcing his hair out of her grip and reattaching his lips to her cunt. 

“Ah~” Y/n gasps, unable to form a response. Rin, truly, only wants to taste her. He wants to eat her out until she’s unconscious. He wants to make her cum as many times as physically possible. “Please~” She whines, though she’s not sure if she’s begging for him to stop or to keep going. 

Her body writhes against him, every nerve and muscle begging for a break. But when she sees him, pathetically on his knees between her thighs, his head disappearing over and over as he puts his entire body into licking her clean, she can’t help but fall further under his spell. He’s destroying her, it’s hungry, it’s dangerous. 

“I- I’m gonna cum- a-again-” She gasps, hiccuping as her third orgasm overtakes her. The overstimulation tears stream down her face almost as ferociously as her squirt streams down Rin’s. And his fingers- he doesn’t stop with them either. He fucks them hard into her, almost like he’s trying to force her cum back to where it came from, like he expects to reach deeper and deeper with every thrust. 

He finally comes up, breathing heavily. Y/n doesn’t know how he didn’t pass out, it hasn’t seemed like he’s been breathing this entire time. 

“R-r-r-in p-plea-please” She begs, though she’s not sure what she’s begging for. 

He leans his head on her thigh, looking up at her with a pathetic set of intoxicated teal eyes. He slides his fingers out of her, holding his eyes on her as he takes them in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them as he takes in every drop. 

“Fuck-” She sighs, her vision blurry and her body weak. 

“You taste so damn good.” Rin licks her inner thigh, laying his head there as if he wants to fall asleep. 

“Did you want- like did you need to-” Y/n struggles through more words she has absolutely no right to be capable of saying. In her state, she really shouldn’t have the ability to speak at all. 

Rin just shrugs, wrapping his arms around her thighs once again. “No, I came during that.” He admits. “I have extra pants here.” As if it’s no big deal.

Itoshi Rin. The bassist of Blue Lock, the one who never brings girls around, the one who never talks to fans, the one every interviewer complains about because of his shit attitude. He’s the one sitting here, between y/n’s legs, still drooling over her pussy, cumming just from eating her out. 

“How ya feeling?” He asks, though he doesn’t sound concerned. 

“I’m just hanging by a thread.” She breathes with a smile, proud of herself for referencing the same song Rin did earlier, the story he told her to appease her. 

“So we’re back to where we began again.” He smirks, humming a lyric from that same song. 

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[babybluebex]

Kind of want to see Daddy’s protective side come out if someone messes with Princess 🥺. I love how you write them

yessssss this is exciting, thank you! big thanks to @hellfiremunsonn for helping me write this part (and really this whole story lol thanks rie mwah) cw dubcon/noncon (unwanted touching/kissing), fighting, slapping, a punch is thrown, blood, steve is a rat bastard

As much as you wanted to forget Eddie and write him off for good, there was something stopping you. You couldn’t pinpoint it, but he still dominated your thoughts as if he was still your boyfriend. You woke up in the morning and thought about him, waking up in that bed that he had nearly fucked you in; you wondered if you were on his mind as much as he was on yours.

“Why the long face?” Lisa asked, and you snapped out of your daydreams about Eddie. He was sitting just on the other side of the lunchroom with his Hellfire Club, and it tore your heart in two to see him smiling and laughing with them. Did he mean it when he said he loved you? Or was it a last-ditch effort to keep you? It certainly didn’t seem like the breakup affected him too much.

“Huh?” you asked, and Lisa laughed.

“Long face,” she said. “You’re up in the clouds right now, what’s going on?”

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Eddie and I broke up, and I’m just upset about it.”

“Oh, no,” Lisa said with an exaggerated pout, and you knew that she didn’t really care too much. Lisa had been your friend for a long time, and she was even the one who had instigated the whole “Oh, send her to buy the weed from Eddie, it’ll be funny!” situation, but it wasn't hard to tell when she was being insincere. “I’m sorry to hear that. What happened?”

“We just had a big fight,” you said. You didn’t feel like rehashing everything, so you kept the details light, knowing that Lisa would want as much detail as possible. “He said some things and I… He was just super mean. I couldn’t forgive him for it, so we broke up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Lisa said. “That sucks. I know you really liked him.”

You nodded and sighed, and you picked at your bag of chips as you absently listened to Lisa prattle on about some party she was planning on going to. “It’s gonna be totally fun,” she said. “I’m going, and Diana is gonna show up— at least, she told me she was gonna, but she’s such a bitch, she doesn’t do half the things she says she will— and Steve’s gonna be there—“

“Steve?” you said. “Like, Harrington?”

“Duh,” Lisa said. “He’s throwing the party.”

“Oh,” you said. “Um, well, can I come?”

“To Steve’s party?” Lisa asked, and you nodded. “I don’t know. It's not really your scene—“

“I've met him,” you said quickly, as if that would give you some sort of credit or approval from her. “Um, he and Eddie are friends, and I went to his house to watch a movie. He kissed me and everything.”

“Steve Harrington kissed you?” Lisa asked, and heat rose in your belly. You couldn’t tell what it was, anger or fear or the sheer upset feeling that Lisa didn’t believe you.

“On the cheek,” you said. “And he tried to look at my tits, but I told him no.”

“So, why do you wanna go to his party?” Lisa asked. “To get back at Eddie or something?”

You shrugged. “I don’t wanna get back at him,” you said. “I just wanna show him that… I don’t know, other people like me too.”

The party was that night at Steve’s house, and you gulped as Lisa tugged you into the depths of the party. You wondered just how many people were there, the music pounding and the thick smell of smoke and beer in the air. Smoke. It was the pungent stuff that Eddie had blown at you as he had fingered you, and your heart quickened in your chest. No. Surely he wasn’t—

“Is that Eddie?” Lisa called to you over the music, and you turned to see where she was pointing. On a couch in the living room, relaxed back with a joint in his mouth, was your ex. He wore his regular ripped jeans with the Black Sabbath shirt that you had worn, his hair looking soft and freshly shampooed, just the way you liked it. He didn’t seem as if he saw you, and you squeaked.

“I wanna find Stevie,” you told Lisa, grabbing her hand hard. “Do you know where he is?"

"Probably out by the pool," Lisa said, and she held your hand tightly as she dragged you out of the house and to the back. There were people back here too, all smoking and drinking and dancing, and your heart skipped when you saw Steve sitting on a lawn chair by the side of the pool, a cigarette behind his ear and a beer on a small table beside the chair.

"Stevie!" you called to him, and you took control, leading Lisa to him. You weren't entirely sure if she had ever met Stevie face to face before, but the way she froze when Steve looked towards you was all the confirmation you needed, and a hot flash rose in your belly. Finally; you had done something that Lisa hadn't.

"Hey there, pumpkin," Steve greeted you with a smile, and you remembered how he had called you that that night. "It's nice to see you here." He bent down and kissed your cheek, and you grinned as Lisa stayed frozen in your hand. "Who's this?"

"My friend, Lisa," you told him. "She convinced me to come tonight."

"I thought for sure you'd skip out on this," Steve told you, his eyes stuck on you, not even giving Lisa the time of day. "Especially because Eddie—"

"O-Oh, is he here?" you stammered, trying to play it off as if you had no idea.

"He always comes to my parties," Steve told you. "He sells a lot of weed here, makes a killing every time."

"I, umm, didn't see him or anything," you said softly, and Steve smiled at you, his lips quirking up.

"I'll protect you from him," Steve said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. "Mean ole Daddy, he doesn't deserve someone like you. You're too good for him." Steering you away from Lisa, Stevie sat you down on the lawn chair that he was previously sat on, and he sat down on the ground, letting his finger absently run across your bare knee as he sipped his beer. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Can I have a beer?" you asked meekly. "V'never had one."

"You can have the rest of mine," Steve told you, passing you the aluminum can. "I don't like this kinda beer anyway, you can have it all."

"Oh," you said softly, and you looked into the darkness of the can for a second before you pressed it to your lips and tipped your head back. It tasted bad, watery and grassy and thin, and you wrinkled your nose at it.

"How 'bout I get you a Coke instead?" Steve asked, chuckling at your reaction. "I've got some of that New Coke, have you ever had it?" You shook your head, and Steve smiled, moving himself to his feet and taking his drink back. "I'll be right back, pumpkin, you and Linda stay right here."

"Lisa," she corrected him, and Steve squinted his eyes shut.

"Right," he said. "Lisa, Lisa... You two pretty girls stay here, I'll be back."

"Wait, Stevie," you started, grappling at the edge of his shirt. "Don't tell Eddie I'm here. He'll get upset."

"Why?" Steve asked. "He's not your boyfriend anymore, he can't tell you what to do."

"Yeah, but he'll try to talk to me," you said. "A-And I think I'll start crying if he tries to talk to me."

"Well, we can't have that," Steve said, and he knocked your cheek with his bent finger affectionately. "My lips are sealed, pumpkin." With that, he slid out of your grip and went back inside the house, leaving you and Lisa by the pool. There weren't many people out there, only you two and a handful of others, and it made it feel special, secluded, almost.

"Wow," Lisa giggled, sitting down next to you. "Steve really likes you. Are you gonna kiss him?"

"Why would I kiss him?" you asked.

"Because he's giving you those big 'kiss me' eyes," Lisa said. "You really don't see it?"

You shrugged. "You know me, I'm..." you started, and you sighed. "I can be pretty dumb."

"Aw, that's okay," Lisa said. "We're all dumb sometimes."

You nodded, your knee jiggling as you waited for Stevie to come back, and you finally brightened when you saw him, carrying a red can of soda and a new beer. The cigarette was lit between his lips, and he wrinkled his eyebrows at Lisa. "Hey, I think someone was looking for you?" he started. "He told me his name but I can't remember— I don't know the kid. Mason or Jason or—"

"Jason Carver?" Lisa beamed. "He's looking for me?"

"Yeah, that's him," Steve said. "In a letterman jacket, he asked if I had seen you."

"Oh," Lisa said, and you giggled as she smiled. "Where is he?"

"In the kitchen," Steve said. "He—" Lisa was up before he could even finish his sentence, and he smirked as she flounced, setting an featherlight kiss on your cheek before she left. "I guess that's Linda gone, huh?"

"Y-Yeah," you stuttered, taking the Coke from Steve's hand. "Lisa."

"Oh, fuck me," Steve said. "I'm sorry, I'm bad with names." He took his seat back on the ground, and he leaned his head against your knee, fiddling with your skirt on your thigh. "How are you, pumpkin? I feel like it's been forever since I've seen you."

"Well, y'know," you mumbled. "Eddie and I broke up, so it's kinda sucked recently."

"Yeah," Steve said softly. "I'm sorry about that. Like I said, that dick doesn't deserve you."

"Why did you wanna see my tits?" you asked suddenly, remembering Eddie's words that it was in fact Steve's idea to get under your dress that night. Had he lied to you then too, to try to absolve himself of any wrongdoings? "Eddie told me it was your idea."

"Did he tell you that?" Steve asked. "Jesus, baby, no, I would never. He told me that you were easy to convince and that he bet that he could make you do it again. Eddie's one of my best friends, but he can be a real nasty dick sometimes."

"Really?" you mumbled, and you sipped at your drink to try to ward off the tears. "He's so much meaner than I thought he was."

"Sometimes people can surprise you," Steve shrugged, drinking his beer. His finger traced down from your thigh to your ankle and back up to your thigh, and he whispered, "You're so pretty."

"What?" you asked.

"Just sayin' you're gorgeous," Steve said. "And I'm really sorry about what happened with Eddie. You two seemed like you were so good together."

"But he lied to me," you said. "Boyfriends don't lie to their girlfriends."

"Not without a good reason," Steve said. "Maybe he was trying to protect you."

"Protect me?" you scoffed. "From what? He was using me, he was the one hurting me."

"Protect you from himself," Steve said. "Ed's a complicated guy, but I know that he really liked you. He might've even loved you, but, if his lying was that big of a problem..." He shrugged. "I get it."

"Yeah," you mumbled. "And he used me, he was gross and used me..."

"What did he do?" Steve asked, and you sighed.

"Stevie," you started, and his finger dipped under your skirt for just a second. "I, umm... Can you move your hand?"

"Aw, pumpkin, I'm just touching you," Steve said. "I'm not doing anything bad, am I?"

"I don't want you to touch me," you told him, and you set down your drink and started to stand up. "I think I wanna go home."

"Hey, calm down," Steve said, standing up faster than you. "Linda's off with Jason, she can't take you home. Just stay here for a while."

"No, Stevie," you told him. "I wanna go home, let go of me."

"Pumpkin, c'mon, don't be difficult," Steve said, and you sneered at him.

"You're no better than Eddie," you bit at him. "You're just as fucking gross as he is."

"Oh, wow, we're cussing now?" Steve laughed. "C'mon, baby, let's just calm down a little—" His hand moved to your arm then, taking you in his strong grip, and you whined at the pain of your pinched skin between his fingers.

"Let go of me!" you whimpered, and fear stabbed at your heart when Steve reached up and cupped your cheek hard. It should have been gentle, but it wasn't, and you tried to crane your head away from what you knew was coming. Steve was stronger than you, though, faster than you, and his kiss swiped across your lips before you could do anything to stop it. "Steve, stop it!"

"You can just forget about mean ole Eddie, pumpkin," Steve told you, his hard grip on your arm bruising. "I'll treat you better than he did."

"Stop!" you cried, and, before you knew what had happened, something had ripped from your arm, a movement that you didn't even know you had done until it was already finished: your hand shot out and slapped Steve across the cheek hard, hard enough to make your fingers tingle and your palm erupt in flames.

"Jesus," Steve laughed. "I didn't know you were so feisty. I love a girl with a little fire in her."

"I said no, Steve!" you told him, trying again to step away from him, but his grip was too strong, and he pulled you even closer, until your front was pressed against his. "Let me go!"

Steve kissed you again, hard, his mouth pressed against yours so firmly that it hurt. You hit his shoulder, his chest, any part of him that you could reach to try to deter him, and you sobbed when Steve reached down and grabbed handfuls of your ass. There was no getting out of this, you realized, and your tears streamed down your face as you finally figured out how to get Steve away from you. Your stomach roiled, your head felt like it was in a vice, and you tore yourself away from his mouth for just long enough to scream.

"Daddy!"

"Oh, you're calling for him?" Steve asked. "You need him to save you or some shit?"

"Let go of me!" you sniffled. "Daddy, help me!"

"Just calm the fuck down," Steve said quickly. "I won't hurt you, pumpkin, I'd never wanna hurt you—"

In an instant, Steve was being dragged away from you, and you sniffled and wrapped your arms around your middle as you watched Eddie get up in Steve's face. His cheeks were red, his jaw clenched; he was furious. "What the fuck, Harrington?" Eddie snapped. "She fuckin' said no, can't you hear her?"

"Go away, Munson," Steve sneered back. "This is none of your business."

"I hear my girl calling my name and come to see you groping her and she's crying?" Eddie asked. He was seething, seeing red. "I think it is my business."

"She's not your girl anymore," Steve told him. "And that's your fucking problem, you think she's still yours. She's moved on, haven't you, pumpkin?"

You sniffled as two sets of blazing eyes landed on you, and you suddenly became aware of the silence around you. The party had all but stopped to watch the fight, and you turned back to Eddie and shook your head. You wiped your nose on your wrist and you mumbled, "I-I didn't wanna kiss him, Daddy, please believe me."

"I believe you, princess, I believe you," Eddie told you quickly, and he stepped over to you, putting his hands gently on your waist. "Did he hurt you?"

"No," you said shakily and sniffled. "He was just touching me and kissing me, but I told him no."

"Yeah, but the little bitch slapped me," Steve spat.

"Good," Eddie said, turning back to you. "I'm proud of you, princess. Here, sit down, take a drink, try to calm down." He guided you to sit back on the lawn chair, and he pushed the can of Coke into your hands, helping you sip at it with shaking hands. "Just like that, good girl."

"I'm not fuckin' done with you," Eddie said then, turning back to Steve. "Maybe she's not mine, but that doesn't mean that you get to feel her up whenever you want. The fuck's the matter with you?"

"Me?" Steve laughed. "What about you? Think about what you've done to her, I only know about making her show you her tits and the fingering bullshit, what else have you made her do, you pervert?"

"Don't throw stones in glass houses," Eddie laughed bitterly. "I seem to remember how you were begging to see her tits too. If I'm bad, then you're just as bad as me. Worse, even, because, you know what, I have some fucking self control, I didn't touch her until she told me that she wanted me to. If anyone's the pervert here, it's you—"

You screamed and dropped your drink as Steve threw a punch, and Eddie stumbled back for a moment, knocking over the small table beside you. The glass top shattered, and you jumped and cried as Eddie fell back onto his hands on the ground. The crunch of the glass was deafening in your ears, and fear paralyzed you when Eddie pushed his hair from his face to reveal blood. Blood was pouring from his nose, staining his lip and chin, and he slowly reached up and touched his nose, hissing at the pain of what was undoubtedly broken.

"Eddie," you sobbed, kneeling down beside him. Everything was quiet as the glass sliced your knees, tearing your skin the shreds, and you pushed his hair behind his ear as you watched tears fall from his beautiful chocolate eyes. "Oh my God."

"S'what you fucking deserve," Steve spat. "Someone should've done that to you a long time ago."

You saw the flames ignite in Eddie's eyes, and his mouth contorted into an ugly, bloody gash of red as he pushed himself up from the ground. You saw the glass imbedded in his palms as he clenched his hands into fists, and you sobbed and covered your eyes as you prepared for him to punch Steve. You could never forget the sight of Eddie getting hit, and you couldn't watch anymore.

"Y'know what, Steve?" Eddie said. His voice was thick, and you slowly peeked out from behind your hands to see him stepping backwards. "You're not worth it. You've never been worth it. Maybe you do deserve to get the shit kicked out of you, but I won't be the one to do it."

"Right, yeah," Steve laughed as Eddie extended his hand to you, helping you from the ground. "Whatever, dude."

"Are you okay?" Eddie whispered as Steve continued his rant, something about Eddie being a pussy for not fighting back, and you nodded, wiping your eyes.

"Your nose—" you started, and Eddie shook his head.

"I'll be okay," Eddie sighed. "I'm worried about you, princess."

"M'fine," you mumbled, looking down at your legs. "My knees hurt."

"You've probably got some glass in them," Eddie said. "Be careful..." He took your hand in his and started to lead you away from Steve, but Steve's next words stopped him cold in his tracks.

"Yeah, fucking run away, Munson! Just like you always do!"

Eddie took a deep breath, but he kept walking, tugging you behind him. "He's not worth it," Eddie whispered, almost to himself, and he pulled you into his body and buried a kiss in your hair. "Not worth it, princess..."

to be continued...

#bex answers #anon ask #bex's drabbles #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #perv!eddie #perv!eddie munson #perv!eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #tw innocent reader

[cod-dump]

Ghost was very nervous about interacting with Soap’s nieces and nephews. Their ages ranged from seventeen to two. Soap was watching them while his sisters went out to relax and have date night with their husbands/wives.

“Don’t worry, Si. You won’t have to hang out if you don’t want to. We’ll be in the living room pretty much all night so you don’t have to hide upstairs.”

Ghost was thankful for that. He hadn’t really been around kids since his nephew… the memory of the boy still made his heart ache, so being around Soap’s niblings hurt. The oldest of them, Ava, was texting on her phone and happened to wander into the kitchen when Ghost was grabbing something to drink.

He tensed up when she saw him. The girl blinked before smiling warmly, “Hi! You’re Uncle John’s husband, yea?”

He nodded and Ava grins, “What made you want to marry that doofus? Did he blackmail you?”

Ghost felt a smile tug on his lips, “He wouldn’t stop following me so I just decided to keep him around.”

“Ah, like a stray you made the mistake of feeding and now it won’t leave you alone.”

Ghost snorts as Soap walks into the kitchen. He spots Ava and looks at Ghost before he walks over to his niece and grabs her by the shoulders.

“Don’t you dare try talking shit about me with my husband!”

Ava cackles, “Too late!”

Soap chases her back into the living room. Ghost just laughs, Soap turning back to him with feigned anger.

“Oh, you think it’s funny, huh?”

He walks over and Ghost wasn’t given any warning before Soap planted a huge kiss on his cheek.

“Love ya, Si.”

Ghost smiles and kisses Soap’s forehead, “I love you, too, Johnny.”

#call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #drabble #modern warfare

[postersofleon]

The Undesirable Feeling Of Love

During missions with Leon, every time Ada Wong must always appear, and at first they didn't really mind her. Funny enough, even found her interesting enough to keep her around. But as time passed, they were getting tired of Leon's attitude towards Ada. Always forgetting you and forgiving her sins. After another brutal mission, they finally have the guts to complain about his conduct.

content: angst

warnings and mentions: no assigned gender or race; they/them pronouns used; resident evil 6 kinda mentioned but not really; ada wong isn't the bad guy in this story but she is technically a bad guy; reader and leon fight with words; sexual talk but nothing sexual; the question of what is right or wrong; bad coping mechanism as in sexual; alcohol; jealously from leon's part; bad friend leon; mention of chris redfield; no happy ending

This mission was fucking awful. Fucking awful. Leon wasn't usually an idiot like this, he wasn't usually an idiot, but this time they couldn't deal with it. Oh, this time was full of anger and frustration. They stopped Leon in front of the agency, they were tapping their foot on the ground as they saw Leon approach. Leon immediately groaned, there wasn't peace between these friends since 2005 thanks to Leon's decisions. "What do you want?" He walked back them. He didn't stop to look at his friend in the eye, they followed Leon quickly; their heel turned around and walked with Leon.

"What the hell was this mission, Kennedy?" They glared at Leon, "No offense but not even our last mission with her around got this bad."

Leon rolled his eyes, "Ada died and this is your first complain." The two friends walked down the streets, people ignored them as they began their conversation. "Leon, the problem is you." They stopped Leon with a simple gesture but it didn't last. Leon kept walking.

They groaned, "I know you like her but for fuck's sake," The sun was making this conversation feel even worst, the sun burned on their backs and began to make them sweat. "You fought with Chris to prove a point. You got lucky your point was valid." Leon stopped and looked at his friend, "Are you going to just bitch and moan for what I did? I managed to prove that Ada was innocent all you're doing is complain."

They felt their anger start forming in their cheeks, "That's not my point, Kennedy!"

"What is it then?" Leon clenched his jaw with a grin in his lips, he got close to their face, "Exactly, you got nothing."

They held Leon's forearm, "I got a lot of shit to say, Kennedy." They pulled Leon back, the people still ignored them as the conversation began to get the unnecessary heat. Maybe they should've waited and calm down their anger, but ooh- they absolutely hated how Leon had semi called them a bitch and his stupid grin he wanted to get. "A whole lot of shit to say." Leon glared back at his friend. "What is it, huh?"

They couldn't believe that this situation was forming and it was getting worst. "Fuck, have you been drinking?" They tried to speak calmly.

"No, no, don't try to get rid of this conversation- what did I do to you that was so horrible?" Leon swallowed as his arms crossed against his chest.

"Fall in love with Ada." They replied so simply that it made them feel guilty. Sure, Ada had her horrible flaws but she didn't deserve to get dragged in this conversations. "I don't know how you managed it. But a stupid simple kiss and six years later kept your cock hard for years." Oh, no. They are losing control. They closed their eyes to try to relax, and while they managed to calm down Leon was getting even more pissy.

"My cock hard, huh?" Leon pushed himself back. It was obvious that this fight was getting worst and for some reason no one still didn't see or try to listen to their conversation.

"Yeah, your stupid cock. You are always forgiving Ada's contributions from making the virus worst," They clenched their jaw, "And when you finally actually got the chance to fuck her, you got fucking worst." Their voice didn't shake. They never wanted to be a negative Nancy when speaking about the relationship Leon had with Ada. "I know Ada isn't technically a bad person but she is working against us."

Leon got their face, "Yeah, like all those times she saved us, huh? Did you forget when we were Spain? Do you remember Raccoon City! Even this stupid mission!" His blue eyes looked cruel against their eyes, but that didn't stop them from snapping back. "Forgiving her despite making the virus worst, huh? Right now, I don't give a shit how many times she saved us because all I see you being a moron."

Leon began to walk away, they quickly followed him, "Then, you bitch and moan crying because you hate fighting against the bioweapons your girlfriend caused." They shrugged, "But that's love right?"

He threw them a dirty stare, "You don't know anything about Ada."

"You don't even know her real name!" They exclaimed annoyed.

Leon's face was twitching with anger, his jaw clenched; He stopped rubbed his face.

"When we first met, I actually thought you were an honest man, you graduated the top of your police academy, but seeing a hot woman makes you an idiot." They started to feel more calm. Did they have all this anger inside them without knowing? It didn't matter. They felt tired.

"At least she didn't leave me like you did," Leon said looking back at them, "She actually tried to know the man I was." Their anger was fluttering inside but Leon continued to speak. "What did you do?-"

"Are you a fucking idiot or does the idiot way of thinking appeared since you got pussy?" They snapped back angrily. They glared at Leon, they pursed their lips together, "You were the moron who decide to get missions and vacations without me since Spain. I actually thought we were getting better in 2007, but I was wrong- so painfully wrong." They actually thought they were getting close to Leon, the have been friends since 1998 and apparently they didn't try hard enough for him. Their emotions were getting worst, but in a different way.

"And that's why you went crawling to Chris?" Leon gritted his teeth, "Because I had a life without you?"

They began to let tears go, "Because you were my friend." They whispered. They didn't care if Leon was with Ada, but the way Leon just decided to act that their friendship meant nothing. They cleaned their tears away from their face, but something appeared in their mind... They looked at Leon and shook their head, "I don't love you anymore." It came from their soul. It was the most fragile thing that wasn't suppose to come out, but now Leon heard it. Leon's face soften, "What?"

They didn't know either, was it the romantic way or the platonic way? They shook their head as they repeated it again, "I-I don't love you anymore." Their voice stuttered. Leon wasn't the same Leon they grew to love, he was different and mean- they slowly began walking back to the agency. Leon didn't try to follow them because he was stuck with those words. They once loved Leon.

Leon tried to look at them but they were gone; All Leon had were the people walking around him. They were on their phones or talking with each other. Leon stood alone in a crowd.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #re6 leon

[cononeillbreastingboobily]

Thoughts and feelings about Izzy in s2ep4 and what it means to me as a fellow disabled person:

Yeah, so, that episode, huh?

You know, I already knew going into this new season that Izzy's storyline is going to hit me hard regardless of the exact little plot points it might have, but it's only now, several hours after I've watched eps 4&5 that I'm really starting to digest what his story means to me in it's current shape. This is... a bit long. I also mention a character from a different show - Isaac from Sex Education.

Izzy has always been a bit of a dick, right? That's the reason a lot of people hated him in the first season.

Well, now he is a bit of a dick and disabled. And let me tell you how fucking ecstatic I am about that.

You see, looking for disabled characters in media I consume has rarely been gratifying - if they are there at all, which already is rare, they have very little to do, and if they're even semi-important, they're almost always the epitomes of goodness. Nice, understanding, quiet, patient.

Barely there.

The first time I truly felt something change in this area was with the appearance of Isaac in Netflix's Sex Education. He's sarcastic, funny, talented, honest and mean.

The fandom of that show hated Isaac, let me tell you.

It was mostly because he took direct action to separate the main ship of the show that had many people obsessed. As you'd expect. People's ableism immediately jumped out. As you'd expect.

Because how dare he have his own motivations and wants, and to do what he thinks is right?

Barely there.

And now we have Izzy. Izzy, who also did what he thought was right, which in s1 of the show was trying to separate Ed and Stede. He wasn't trying to make himself too likeable at any point (well. when the crew almost mutinied on him in s1 he did do a last ditch effort but. you remember how well that went).

My point is that now we have someone who isn't particularly nice, and now he's dealing with a sudden loss of ability in his body, which is going to make him even worse. He's angry! Of course he is! He's hobbling around with half a leg gone, humiliated, exhausted, barely recovered from impromptu amputation, no anesthesia. And a suicide attempt! He's angry at himself, his body, at Ed, at Stede, at God if he still believes in one, and who knows who else.

He isn't suddenly going to become nicer to people just because. He doesn't need to be humbled.

(a little sidenote: I do not accept the reasoning that Izzy somehow deserved to lose his leg, that "oh what did he expect riling up Ed when he was heartbroken?" etc. He wasn't expecting to get shot in the fucking leg. Nobody fucking deserves that, and if you think that Ed shooting him in the leg and Izzy subsequently having to have it amputated was an "appropriate punishment" for "what he's done", you're just cruel and wrong. Now scram.)

But that's the point. Disabled people deserve help regardless of whether or not we are nice.

Thankfully (not from Izzy's point of view - his pride was definitely bruised in that moment) the crew saw him struggle, and acted in kind. Because Izzy is their dick. And now - also their unicorn.

And it means so much to me that we get the representation of disabled people who thrash around and rattle the bars of their societal cages, furious at the world that isn't welcoming to us, and receive love and care and an invitation to a loving community regardless.

We shouldn't have to be here just when ableds are ready to give. We aren't meek vessels for your good will. Izzy is such a painfully realistic (as far as the universe of the show permits, given it's unavoidable goofiness) portrayal of the anger of someone who's lost some of their body's past ability, and how one might deal with it.

And I really wanted to say something about that, because I'm afraid it might get lost in the discussion about the more popular and more easily digestible aspects of the show.

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #long post #disability #ableism #disability in media #tw suicide attempt #ofmd meta #ofmd s2 meta

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

You didn’t mean for this to happen.

He didn’t either.

Not that he was complaining.

He’s caught you sending some suggestive pics to a guy you were talking to, nothing personally explicit, but some pics of you smirking with a little dirty talk.

He wasn’t that jealous, right?

I mean, you guys weren’t dating. Right?

Whatever happened was complicated, and before either of you knew it he was about to fuck you senseless on a hotel bed.

He was about a year older than you, and you’d met through his brother, a friend of yours. Eventually, you guys started hanging out more, eventually, he began to fall for you, and eventually the more he wanted you, the less you seemed to notice him.

Not saying you weren’t attracted to him, but not in the way he was to you. He was cute, funny, kind- You knew that.

But...

To him...

you were everything.

You were his goddess.

His muse.

His queen.

The most beautiful person in the world.

He was really in love with you.

Which may just explain why he reacted as irrationally as he did.

“Who the duck is this?!”

“My f-”

“Y/N!!”

“Just shut up! It’s not even that big of a deal.”

“Not that big of a deal?!”

He… had a quite a temper.

“Yeah- it’s not. You just assume everything you touch belongs to you.”

“I-” Touch. He had never really touched you before… not the way he wished.

“So just mind your stupid business!”

You'd never raised your voice at him before- Not out of anger.

"So you think just this guy is the one, right?!"

"F it- why can't he be? I like him, he's sweet, he has control of his temper, unlike you-"

That was the deal breaker. You don't compare the man that dreams of you every night and wishes for you to carry his children, to another guy. Specifically not a man you've known for about a week.

"What's so great about him then?! Is he the man of your dreams? Huh? Can he give you everything you want? Everything I can't?!"

"..."

"Huh? HUH?! Answer me, y/n! Or has a cat got your tongue?!"

"He makes me happy..." you spoke under your breath.

"Oh really?"

“Yeah-

“What about me then!?” His face was barely an inch from yours, you could practically feel your heart shaking the ground beneath you.

And that’s how things happened.

"What about you?!"

"Really?"

"REALLY! You don't even seem to care about me anymore, so I just... I just figured that you didn't- that you didn't want to be around me anymore." Your voice trailed off into a meaningless whisper.

"I've only ever wanted you," he muttered.

And he didn't hesistate to show it. He pulled you close to him, lightly rubbing his nose on your shoulder and kissing your cheek.

"Unless..."

Every part of you throbbed, and your hands explored every inch of his body.

"You don't want it," he spoke.

"I do..." Your quick response startled him. "I do. It's just that-"

Kiss.

"W-we..."

Kiss.

"I-"

Kiss.

"This can't-"

"What?" he snapped, clearly irritated. "Happen?"

You avoided his heavy gaze, still involuntarily touching him like he was in need of protection.

"Why? Why can't it happen?" His voice barely above a whisper, icy breath stinging your eyes and nose.

"I-"

Tightly gripping both your legs, he carried you to the small hotel queen bed, nibbling on your neck.

"I'm the one for you," he whispered. "But I can't make you do anything." He pulled away from you, sincerity in his eyes. "I can ask you to give us a chance."

You pulled his face into yours, indulging in the sweet taste of his lips and basking in your warm scent.

You had a chance. You were gonna take it. Better yet...

Would it be a mistake?

#crush x reader #reader x crush #crush smut #crush imagines #this is really poorly written and i was rushing because I was really trying to get this req done bcz it's been in the reqs for the longest! #i am really sorry and whoever requested it #feel free to ask for a more well written and tho

[yuadokjon]

know your place, fool

summary: you had dared to break up with sukuna. via text. and now you face the consequences.

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You teetered back and stammered, "D-did you see my text? I said I want to brea-"

Sukuna cut you off with a dismissive wave, "Answer my question, sweetheart."

"I already did," you shot back, feeling somewhat brave. The hand that had snuck quietly behind the door now balled into an angry fist. Your shock and fear seemed to melt away as your forgotten rage ignited within you. Was that really important right now? Was he really showing up at your doorstep out of the blue an hour after having read your breakup text, no excuses, no explanation, no effort to engage? Did he think you were joking? He infuriated you.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed at your cryptic counter for a spell before widening again, and he barked with laughter, causing you to jump. You could see the glint of the round piercing perfectly centered in the inked sigil within his mouth bouncing along with his laughs. He swiveled a finger towards himself in feigned surprise then feigned pouting hurt, "Oh, me? Me? I'm the asshole?"

"You're so funny, sweetheart," he praised sarcastically, and you grimaced. He repeated pet names like that only when he was really pissed. Only his eyes hinted at how little humor he truly found in this situation at all. He honestly did not know what he found more adorable -- your dumb comebacks or, eyeing the tiny fists on either side of your body, that you thought you could fight your way out of this. His laughs soon died away, and your blood ran cold from the silence that replaced it. Like icicles, hanging heavily over your head. Ready to drop and skewer you at any given moment. Your earlier cowardly emotions came rushing back with a vengeance to wrest control from your smoldering anger. He took another step, which you paralleled without thinking, and crossed over the threshold. A casual kick from Sukuna later, and the door swung back into its frame with a loud bang. There went your escape route.

"Be serious," his voice low, "Who were you expecting?"

"L-listen, can we jus--?"

"I thought I told you to delete the number of every guy you know except me," he continued over you.

"Sukun--"

"You know I don't like when you do that."

"It was just Chos--"

His hand shot out and shoved itself into your mouth, pinching your tongue between his nails. Hard. You yelped. 

"So forgetful. What else did I tell you?" Sukuna ran a hand through his pink hair and tutted at your pitiful yowls, "I despise another man's name coming out of that pretty mouth. I could rip out your tongue right now." *

You felt his fingers twitch to emphasize his point. You thought you tasted iron. He stretched out his free hand towards you, and you shakily dropped your phone into the awaiting palm. He released your tongue and tapped the top of your head with a smile, pleased at how well he had trained his girl. So smart! Yet so very, very stupid. He wiped his saliva-coated fingers up and down your cheeks until clean and cocked his head to the side as he pored over your notifications. He only had seconds before the phone started to buzz urgently. 

"Choso, huh?" he finished your earlier sentence as he read aloud the name that filled the screen, and you held your breath. A brow twitched in irritation. He knew it. The device's desperation rang ignored by Sukuna as he tapped it against his chin, staring up at the popcorned ceiling then down at you deep in thought.

Choso, huh, he echoed in his mind. You thought to call him up? Him? That loser? He was always hanging around you. The droopy mop that eagerly followed around to pick up and clean after you, wicking away what tears you spilled in its presence. Even with all the precautions that he lovingly undertook for you, he still couldn't seem to shake Choso off you. Like a ghost that you welcomed to haunt your every step. And Sukuna knew exactly what he thought of him since the idiot wasn't afraid to hide it from anyone, either. More than once Sukuna wanted to wrench off those ponytails stupidly flaring out from either side of his head, and more than once you had quickly swooped in between the two men before fists or worse flew. He didn't understand what his brother -- or you -- saw in that depressive freak (though he did begrudgingly acknowledged the freak's gall). What a loser. So unhappy with his own life that he felt compelled to seek and corrupt whatever happiness surrounded him. Sad, pathetic, lonely virgin loser.

In fact, it was probably all his fault that you've been acting so strange lately. Knowing how important his friendship was to you, Sukuna, in all his grace, might have turned a blind eye or three here and there whenever the two of you had connected...and this was how the lucky bastard repaid his generosity? Holding the privilege of having your ear while abusing it to whisper such falsities that poisoned him to you? He didn't doubt that Choso was only doing all of this in the hopes of filling what holes that Sukuna presently occupied. And owned. The call soon died while lost in his thoughts, and you breathed a sigh of relief which you would later wonder how -- how could you have possibly believed that he was in any mood to let this go? The edges of his lips curled into a sneer as an idea took root. Guess a reminder was long overdue. For you and Choso both.

"N-no, you can't," you panted weakly and stared up at Sukuna with the most pleading eyes you could muster as you watched him redial. Please. Not him. You already had so few friends left. You couldn't imagine what he had planned, but you were apprehensive of whatever it was that had inspired that expression. He hushed and stroked your hair idly while humming along to the dialing music. Your cells screamed again, begging you to fight, escape, run, move, anything! Now! While he might distracted! But you remained there, frozen to the spot as he played with your locks, more terrified to incur his wrath than to suffer his humiliation. He perked when the tune stopped and turned the phone towards you.

It's for you, he mouthed and draped a hand over his giggling face. You stared back from him to the picture of you and Choso on your screen in disbelief at what was transpiring.

"Hello? Hello?!" You whimpered at the sound of your friend's panicked voice. "Y/N, I am so sorry. Some asshole slashed my tires and --"

"Hey, asshole," Sukuna interrupted and took the phone back, cradling it between his ear and shoulder, "I don't appreciate you hanging around my girl, you creepy fuck."

The other line went silent, broken by a low growl that preceded and permeated the normally soft-spoken speech, "Where is she?"

"Oh," Sukuna turned back to you with a wink followed by his eyes wandering down lower and lower. You suddenly wished you had something more than just an oversized hoodie and pajama shorts on. He continued, "She's doing just fine, don't you worry about her."

"S...stop it," you hoarsely whispered and swatted away his hand before rushing to grab the device a second too late. You pounded his chest as you found your voice again, "Stop it! Get out! I hate you! I HAT--"

You found yourself on the ground and your ears rang, tears springing to your eyes as your entire backside finally registered the pain. What happened? Who was pleading with you and calling your name so many times? He sounded so worried and he so far away... 

A tattooed hand was latched onto your face again, forcing down whatever fight you had left in you. You instinctively clawed at the attached arm until Sukuna squeezed your cheeks enough to bruise, and you stopped. The smile returned to his face, and he loosened his viselike grip. Slightly.

"Shh, shh...it's ok," he reassured seemingly to you both and crouched down closer with the phone until you could feel his hot breath descend on your face. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol invaded your nose through the thin window his fingers had left. It brought you fully out of your daze, and you don't know how you missed such a stink before. You cringed but kept your glare on Sukuna steady which only widened his grin. His girl was such a fighter. But the man knew exactly how he could make her lose over and over again until she finally yielded. You would surrender. You would submit. But it would be a bit before you got over your latest tantrum. You just loved to fight him, and he just loved watching you try. He closed his eyes and gave you a cartoonishly loud kiss on the back of his hand that still held you so painfully then snickered delightedly as you fumed. He truly infuriated you.

He moved back in to leave a trail of pecks down your forehead, eyes, cheekbones, jaw, forcefully angling your head all the while to give him more access to your skin. His other hand snaked in to grab a handful of your ass and pull you into him. He paused at your neck, and his eyes briefly flitted up to meet yours before glancing down again. He licked his lips, lingering a little on his canines, then aggressively kissed and sucked away at the back of your neck. He wanted to cover you. Mark you as his in a way that the whole world would know. Your face was already starting to resemble his, the way the reddening lines under his fingers traced your lower jaw and the older ones aligned beneath your eyes. But where else, where else? He had acquired so many tattoos and so many options. Maybe your wrists next? Your shoulders? Your arms, he decided, as you continued to wriggle around. He wrapped his long fingers around your biceps and snapped them to your sides, the phone clattering beside your head. You squeaked. You could feel his digits digging into your bones, violet rings sure to appear the next morning. As much as he loved your spirit, he was beginning to tire of it. How much longer were you going to fight him? He pressed his forehead to yours, his red eyes boring into you with unquestionable demand burning within them: "You be good now, okay? Let us hear your sweet sounds."

He slid down without waiting for any signal from you, as did his hands along the lengths of your arms until they stopped at your wrists and gathered them together overhead. You felt cool wood under your thumbs. He freed one hand to slide your shorts down your legs and took his prized seat between your thighs, hooking your legs over his broad, broad shoulders. You could hear only the drumming of your rabbiting heart that drowned out the hungry sighs that greeted your inner thighs. He knelt down and pushed his nose into your hidden entrance and inhaled deeply, even closing his eyes to better worship the scent. Oh, how he missed this. You just smelled so damned good. The best. And Sukuna only deserved the best. Of course he wasn't going to let you get away. He gnawed at the hem of your underwear, his fangs grazing your skin, until he found purchase and jerked it back. As your exposed warmth met the cold air, you reflexively shut your legs around him, which he easily parried with a loud smack of his palm. He smirked. 

"Be good now," he reminded before prying your legs apart again and tossing your underwear aside with a fling of his fingers. Finally. He ran a long slobbering stripe up your cunt, the grooves of his titanium barbell rumbling through every dip and rise within your walls. You shuddered, suppressing the noise that threatened to escape out of you. He hummed at your subdued reaction to his test. He took another experimental lick down and your feet arched against air, though you prevailed through another strangled bout of sounds. He wasn't even upset. Fight as you might against your higher instincts, your baser ones exposed you for the whore you were. You amused him so much.

"Nuh uh, doll," he sighed, "What did I say?"

Maddening. You could just slap that stupid grin off his stupid, fucking face. If you could see him past the gathered folds of your hoodie, that is. At some point, Sukuna had pushed it up to expose your breasts as well and obstruct your view. Not being able to monitor whatever he was doing down below only served to heighten your sensitivity. All you could glimpse was the shock of pink hair and nothing below, but you could guess as much -- he was enjoying the shit out of torturing you like this.

He took a few more careful licks before plunging fully into you and contorting his pierced tongue expertly around every point he knew you to be extra vulnerable. You couldn't breathe. You didn't dare to, because you knew that would mean the end. It was taking your entire energy and focus -- what little of both you had left -- to not release any of the noises that were choking your throat. But you were losing your resolve as fast as you felt something inside you build and build. And build. You furrowed your brows. Oh god.

You couldn't. Choso. You were so sorry, Choso.

You gasped and rivers of increasingly loud nonsense streamed through your lips, sometimes punctuated by coherent phrases but most times flooded with just animalistic mewls and moans as you writhed and bucked your hips into Sukuna's jaws. His hand still pinned your wrists together overhead, the only part of your body that didn't seem to be squirming about. You prayed that the phone beside you couldn't pick up any of the babbling involuntarily coming out of you or that Choso had hung up a long time ago. It had been silent for a while. But you were also starting to care less and less as everything except the feeling of the powerful thick muscle violating your insides faded away into oblivion. Oh, how you missed this. He just fucked you so damned well. The best. And didn't you deserve the best as his woman? Of course you weren't going to leave him. You felt that something snap, and you gushed into your boyfriend's expectant mouth that greedily devoured all, save for the droplets that dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt. He let you down to rest shakily atop his thighs and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, beaming down at you: "Good girl!"

You couldn't even hear his praise within your giant hood that had bobbed around earlier and collapsed atop your face. It just rebounded your ragged breaths. And your fight or flight instincts had quieted some time ago, too, though you weren't quite sure when. They were but dull murmurs now, smothered by the absolute ecstasy that came at you in violent waves. You moaned as you came down from your high, dreamily pushing your hips into Sukuna when you felt something hard poke you.

"Hey, what's the matter?" The words drifted into your ears muffled and faint, but you caught the sound of a belt unbuckling and a quiet but unmistakable zip. "You're not finished already, are you?"

-

"Tell me, sweetheart," he cooed as he switched the phone to his other shoulder and continued louder through his grunts, "What was it you were thinking? You thought we should what? Break up? And you thought to call Choso up, hmm? You thought you would just move on from the best dick you ever had and have a cute little thing with your dear friend Choso? Can bestie Choso make you feel like this?"

He shoved the microphone end in front of your swollen, parted lips. Your phone's screen became cloudier with each gasp and cry that Sukuna pushed out of you with every rock and roll.

"What was that, darling?" he called out from above and stopped.

"N-no no...no," you said in a stupor, half in answer and half in protest. What did he say again? The phone and his questions were already long forgotten in your mind. You didn't even know what the correct answer was but it felt right. You prayed it was, if only to get Sukuna to resume. You whined needily and pressed back into him.

"No," he agreed and ground into you that your heavenly sigh chased after, "this pussy is mine. This pussy was made for me and only me. Nobody else can take me so well except a perfectly molded cockdrunk whore like you."

"Y-yes, Sukuna."

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours, Su-suku-na."

"Whose pussy was this made for?"

"On-n-nly you, Su-ku-na!"

"That's right. I'm glad we learned our lesson."

Whatever Sukuna said was right was right, of course. He was always right. As if he read your mind, he rewarded your capitulation with rapid circles around your clit, drawing out even more squeals and affirmative wails of his name.

Your interrogator seemed pleased by your verbal pledges of fealty, but it was the physical ones you wouldn't be able to shy away from that were his real pride and joy. Your body was splattered with his scratches, bruises, red welts, and bites that had accumulated over however long you two had been going at it (he'd check exactly how long on your call log later since he still had to extract the recording app he secretly had installed). He admitted he had gone a shade overboard, the markings resembling nothing of the crisp clean black lines that glided down and around his body. So much for his original plan. But he admired his work nonetheless. The ones who didn't yet know who owned you would soon find out to stay clear away from you anyway. He swore it. He wouldn't be making the same mistake twice as he did with Choso. He retrieved the phone by your drooling face.

"So know your place, fool," he muttered into it one final time before chucking it away.

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* this line is taken from 2023 kdrama perfect marriage revenge.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna fic #sukuna #choso x reader #choso fic #choso #jjk #fics #wips