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mochie85 · 1 year

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The Grieving Widow

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Summary: You go on a mission to avenge the death of your husband, Steve, and best friend Nat. Pairing: Platonic!Sam x Reader x Platonic!Bucky Word Count: 1062 Warnings: No fluff, all angst. Mentions of guns and violence, blood. Revenge.

You were a mess and Bucky saw it. You hadn’t slept. You’ve barely eaten. The angry scowl on your face was leaving permanent lines that Nat would no doubt probably tell you about.

Not because she was mean, but because she cared. You knew she cared. She would rub that space in between your brows and tell you not to scowl. Just like your husband would’ve. Only, Steve would’ve kissed them away.

Not anymore. Ever since Nat and Steve left to go on this mission. You didn’t think it would be the last time you saw them, your best friend and your husband.

You cried for three days straight. On the fourth day, Sam threatened to take you to the hospital if you didn’t put food in your stomach. On the fifth day, Bucky came to you and told you of the whereabouts of Strucker. The last mission Steve was on. The man that ended your life, by taking Steve’s.

“Maybe we should hold off on doing this, Rogers,” Bucky said to you as he flexed his grip on his metal hand. “Maybe when you’re back to your usual self again.”

“My husband just died, Barnes. I’ll never be my normal self again,” you said cocking the riffle in your hand. Hearing the familiar click and load sent a tempting song throughout your body, beckoning you to draw blood.

“OK, everybody knows the plan?” Sam came in asking both you and Bucky. “Rogers find a good spot to cover us, while Bucky and I go in. We will extract him…do you hear me, Rogers? EXTRACT him. There will be no executions tonight. He will answer for his crimes against the people. I promise you that.”

“What about your promise to me, Sam? You promised to take care of him. And he never came back,” you whispered with such ferocity that Sam had to look away. “So, excuse me if I don’t believe you.”

“I’m sorry, Angel. I really am. I…”

“He did everything he could, doll. We both did. In the end, we just weren’t prepared.” Bucky interrupted him. Sam continued to look everywhere except at you. Guilt was written all over his face. You knew it wasn’t his fault. You were just so angry. So hurt.

“You’re not even sanctioned for this mission. You’re here because we owe you. We don’t want to lose you too. So, please. Stay back, be the sniper we know. Cover our backs and I promise we’ll get the son of bitch,” Bucky exacted.

You stayed silent throughout the rest of the flight. Each of you knowing very well that you wouldn’t stay put. If you ever saw Strucker, you wouldn’t hesitate to kill him right there and then.

The jet landed and you left to scope out a hidden spot close to the landing. Bucky and Sam looked at each other with concern before they decided to just trust you. They made their way to the bunker, knowing that you were watching over them with your sniper rifle. Their own Guardian Angel.

It went by quickly. Sam and Bucky made a path towards the bunker and whatever stragglers came from behind, you would take out.

As soon as the two entered the building, you saw Strucker exit the rooftop. The blades of a parked helicopter started to turn as Strucker made his way inside.

“Oh, no you don’t. You piece of shit,” you mumbled to yourself. You waited till the helicopter made its way airborne, watching which direction it would turn. You must’ve had your own angel because it turned and headed in your direction.

You waited patiently as you looked through your scope. The chopper coming closer and closer. You timed it perfectly and let out a shot to hit the tail rotor of the chopper, sending it spiraling out of control. You squeezed one more shot and took out the pilot. You estimated where it would crash and made your way there.

The engine caught fire as soon as it hit the ground and you ran your way over there. A bloodied Strucker kicked out the glass window and was crawling out of the debris. Of course, he survived, the little leech!

You screamed as you flipped your rifle mid-air and caught the barrel. With a practiced move, like Steve had taught you, you swung the butt end of your gun against his head like a baseball bat.

“YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!” You yelled out as Strucker struggled against fainting. “You don’t deserve to live.” You struck him again with the bottom of your weapon. “You don’t deserve to be brought in and held accountable.” He held his hands up, begging for mercy. Or hoping to stop you. Either way, you weren’t going to give him what he wanted.

“Another Avenger. As if the last two weren’t easy en-enough to kill,” he chuckled. He must have a death wish. “And who did they send this time…” he wondered out loud. His blood dripped down, welling into his eyes, obscuring his vision. “The Angel,” he sighed, almost with reverence.

“Angels?” you stooped down, your face so close to his as you whispered, “You’re not worthy of seeing angels. In this life, or the next.”

You stood up quickly, grabbed the firearm on your thigh holster, and pointed it directly to his head, “I’m the Grieving Widow.”

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The gunshot stopped Sam and Bucky in their tracks. When they witnessed the helicopter hurtle, they fought their way over to the crash.

As they turned the corner, they saw you standing with your pistol still pointed at the head of Baron Strucker, who was lying down on the ground.

You were shaking. Your rage left you, leaving you frail and defenseless. “Rogers,” Sam called out to you. You jerked your head in his direction. Tears rimmed your eyes, spilling down your cheek. The familiar trail they’ve taken down your face was comforting.

Sam slowly came up to you and pried your gun away from your hands. He handed it to Bucky who was behind him, and he opened his arms waiting for you to accept his offer of peace.

You broke.

You wailed your grief as the last dregs of rage left your body and you started to fall to your knees. Sam caught you before you hit the ground and carried you around your waist. The fallen angel.

A/N: This is a drabble for @the-slumberparty. A writing warm-up. I got...

as the genre, and I got...

...as the archetype.

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#bucky fic #sam wilson #revenge fic #marvel fanfic #drabble #oneshots #bucky x female reader #james bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #sambucky #reader insert #mcu #sam wilson x reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers #steve rogers angst

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enigmatic--soul · 10 months

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Header art for the fanfic!

[ObiIno] | Modern AU | One-Shot

AO3 ||

Dawn of the fall (2072 words) by N_faith Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Summary: « Please, don't make me say the same thing twice. That's it. » He runs his fingertip along her cheek, as if to comfort her. « Would you have me believe that you're really willing to put a clean break on what you've built so far simply to spite on the man who loves you madly and who is even my boss? That you're willing to run away to reclaim your life, to recreate it from scratch… With someone like me? » A pause. « Even knowing that I don't love Rin, that my kin imposed her on me by virtue of some union between families with related advantages? Although you are well aware that she is carrying my child, and that I have no intention of abandoning him? » The man's voice is more of a whisper steeped in bewilderment and guilt.

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vengeancebride · 1 year

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Prologue ~ The Announcement (19/02/2023)

Queen Isadora and her daughter Princess Lysandra, stood at the back of the grand ballroom, watching as the prince made his announcement. They had known it was coming, but that didn't make it any easier to bear.

"Good people of Palantina," the prince said, his voice ringing out across the room. "It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that my engagement to Princess Lysandra is to be annulled."

There was a murmur of shock and surprise from the assembled guests, but the Queen and her daughter remained composed. They had known that the prince was weak-willed, easily swayed by the opinions of others. They had counted on it, in fact.

Despite being neighbouring kingdoms, the largest difference between the Kingdom of Palantina and the Queendom of Idoria was in their governance. Although the rulers of both kingdoms had the final say, Queen Isadora took this to mind much more than acting king, Prince Alexander.

"As you are all aware," the prince continued, "there have been certain... issues that have arisen in the course of our engagement. Issues that cannot be overcome."

Isadora felt her anger rising. "Issues," she muttered to Lysandra. "He means he's been persuaded by those meddling advisors of his to break our alliance."

Lysandra nodded, her eyes glittering with fury and her hands shaking in fists. "They will pay for this," she muttered. "They will pay dearly."

The prince went into detail as to the reasons for disbanding their engagement, but Isadora had stopped listening. All she could think about was the years of planning that had gone into this alliance, the sacrifices she had made to ensure that her daughter would be queen. Now, it was as if someone had pulled the rug straight under her. She knew that the prince was weak willed but never expected him to make this decision. She was well aware of what people thought of her, a cruel and heartless tyrant and villainess.

But she would not let the prince and his advisors have the last word. She swore she would find a way to regain her power, to make them all pay for what they had done. And she knew that Lysandra was thinking the same thing.

Lysandra scanned the ballroom. This was it, the official announcement that would sever any ties of intimacy between them. Although she was well aware this engagement came to fruition due to political reasons, she didn’t think it would also end due to political reasons. The corruption in Palantina’s court was high while Alexander was just too easily manipulated. Despite knowing this, Lysandra’s face struggled containing her fury as the crowd reacted with joyful looks and cheers.

How… dare they! Despite our long alliance and support, they still do not accept us.

As the prince finished his announcement, the Queen and her daughter turned on their heels and swept out of the ballroom, their heads held high, faces confident. They could not show weakness in the face of this setback.

#fantasy writing #fantasy #fantasy novel #prologue #villainess #vengeance #revenge fic #writing prompts

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picklepie888 · 2 years

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Everyone look at this fic that @ohlooksheswriting had written! Finally the unnamed wolf lady has a name and she gets some sweet revenge!

#dracula daily #dracula #dracula fanfic #not mine #jonathan harker #unnamed wolf lady #mama alena #i think that's what i'll call her from now on #i just might write my own little thing for her soon #op you've inspired me #fix-it fic #revenge fic #werewolf #maybe

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thewriterxj · 1 year

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WIP for Bad Blood, which honestly has it's own mind and is very dark but hey, why not:

“You think I want to do this without you?” he growls it at me. Or tries to. His voice breaks a bit. He’s trying to talk low, but I think Cameron can still hear us. I reach out to him, but he pushes my hand away.

I was going to leave him.

I was going to do to him what happened to me.

I was going to leave him to face this vampire life alone.

All because I wanted to die. Because I couldn’t face the guilt.

Because I am a coward.

“Simon…” I try to reach for him again. He doesn’t shove me away, but he doesn’t turn to me. He turns away from me the closer I try to get. I pull away. I wouldn’t want me to touch me either, if I were him.

“I’m sorry, Simon,” is all I can say. Pitifully.

He turns and embraces me. It’s a hard embrace. His arms are like steel. It is equally a comfort as it is a punishment. My battered body can only let him. I’d let him squeeze the breath out of me, if it made him feel any better. I feel his tears sink into my shirt. They’re icy. It's soothing against my burnt skin.

He doesn’t let go of me the entire ride.

#bad blood #simon snow fanfiction #revenge fic #wip wednesday #vampire simon

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thespiralstaircasewriter · 1 year

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(a snippet for you)

JUSTICE IS COMING TO SCHOOL TONIGHT

Funny how the deserted school resonates with scary echoes down the empty hall tonight, but the SuperTeacher doesn’t hear: she’s staying overtime, slaving till late for a career advancement.

And who else could be around now? All those goodfornothings are long gone. People who couldn’t climb the corporate ladder if you kicked them…

Slaving away, she kills time listening to the radio, to some phony mainstream music, and she's doing fine, when some distortion starts disturbing the programme. Then the music is drowned by a burst of radio interference. The SuperTeacher turns around in her swivel chair, moving to switch the radio off, the signal’s so bad here. But she stops mid gesture: the music’s back.

Good.

But oh no, it’s... changed:

...Then the loud sound did seem to fade

Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase

That weren’t no DJ, that was hazy cosmic jive...

The words echo clearly, although no-one is there to understand. A pulsing guitar and a melodic riff follows, but she’s stopped listening: this is not a good one, anyway, not like the ones from earlier.

Then another song starts. Uh, SuperTeacher thinks she knows this one: she begins tapping her foot away stupidly to the rhythm:

...We don't need no education,

We don't need no thought control...

(Yes, it’s that one. Famous.

... Anyway. Work.)

No dark sarcasm in the classroom.

Teacher, leave those kids alone!

All in all its just another brick in the wall..

Teacher, leave those kids alone.

Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone!

All in all its just another brick in the wall..

All in all you’re just another brick in the wall.

We don't need no education,

We don't need no thought control...

Good… getting some more work done: this and this, and that. Communications all ready for tomorrow morning. Hmmm, no, better to send them in the night, and check who reads first. Or last. The SuperTeacher grins openly, anticipating the pleasure.

Then the grin turns to frown: what’s that… shit from the radio now? Never heard... THAT!

...Belligerent ghouls

Run Manchester schools

Spineless swines

Cemented minds

Sir leads the troops

Jealous of youth

Same old suit since 1962

He does the military two-step

Down the nape of my neck

I want to go home

I don't want to stay...

And when that boring wail finally fades, a repeated whisper starts instead, like it's coming both from the radio and from a place right behind her:

...TEACHER,

TEACHER

THEY’RE COMING TO GET YOU.

FINALLY!

(continues on Ao3)

The avenging songs on the radio are: Starman, David BowieAnother Brick in the Wall, Pink FloydThe Headmaster’s Ritual, The Smiths and of course Karma Police, Radiohead Special thanks to Radiohead for the images I borrowed from their Karma Police video: tongues and waves of fire destroying The Machine. And to Mr. Morrissey, because nobody could ever choose better words.

#never linger alone in school at Halloween if you're a mean teacher #horror story #revenge fic #songfic #bowie #pink floyd #the smiths #radiohead #Karma Police

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x3no9 · 2 months

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Couldn't sleep so I wrote a fic. I get dark at night. Work in progress.

Ghost x Soap

Revenge, death, sorrow and profound, transcendant love (also sex)

#m/m #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw fanfic #ghostsoap #ghoap #ghost x soap #death and loss #revenge fic #transcendent love #call of duty fanfiction #ghost takes his bloody revenge #ghost finds johnny again #ptsd and suicide

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xpi-x-elx · 6 months

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The Last Time

Prompt: First/Last Time. 500 word Guess the Author challenge. Mind the tags!!

The air is thick with the smell of booze and sex. Music thrums and bodies writhe. I melt into the throng of people, letting my body rock with the ebb and flow. It’s intoxicating. Eventually I make my way towards the bar, scanning the crowd absently as I go. My attention is drawn to one of the professional dancers on the raised center stage. I haven’t seen him here before. His body is lithe, movements sensual and fluid. Our eyes meet and the man drags his gaze down my body in a slow perusal. He must like what he sees because the next moment he’s beckoning me over with a smirk and the cant of his head. My body lights up in anticipation. When I reach him, he’s perched on the edge of a table, leaning back enticingly. I slot myself between his splayed legs, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. “I haven’t seen you here before, and I’m well acquainted with all of Cryptantha’s flowers.”

“It’s my first time. I’ve never actually done anything like this before,” the man admits shyly.

Oh, how I love new toys. “What’s your name, sweet thing?”

“Foxglove.” Something unfamiliar sparks in his eyes but his smile is full of promise.

“Foxglove…” I ghost my hand down his bare chest. “I’d love to get to know you better.”

His grin widens as he takes my hand and gently pulls me towards the private rooms at the back. Once the door closes, his lips meet mine in a frantic clash of heat and desire. I’m spun and pushed roughly onto the couch. All at once he’s removing his shorts, I barely have time to free my aching c*ck before he’s climbing into my lap. He grips me in one hand while rolling a condom on with the other. Suddenly, I’m surrounded by his tight heat, his movements desperate and feverish. My pleasure builds quickly in the wake of his passion. I can only hold on, letting it wash over me. When the bow-tight tension finally releases, I collapse back, panting for breath. My hands still clasp the other’s waist as he leans in to drop languid kisses on my skin from collar to shoulder.

He licks the edge of my ear in a tease before commenting offhandedly, “oh, by the way, Tay sends his regards.” I stiffen at the words, eyes going wide. He continues to nuzzle my skin, the gentle caress at odds with the hammering in my chest. “He hopes you had a good time tonight, after all, it will be your last.” A knife’s edge slides across the same path as the man’s earlier kisses. Emotions swell; shock, anger, denial, and strangely, regret. With each subsequent beat of my heart, all thought begins to slow. My head sags against the darkening cushions, hands become slack and unresponsive. As my eyes flutter shut, a single tear crests and falls, an unspoken apology.

I’m sorry Tay.

#kinnporche the series #kinnporsche #my writing #500 words #GTA 8 #mind the tags #minor character death #non-explicit sex #cheating #revenge fic #hurt no comfort #Time Thaweewat Ratanapakorn

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incorrect-fanfiction-quotes · 1 year

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An actually correct quote:

Harry: Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker. This is where you die.

#fanfiction #read on ao3 #correct quotes #harry potter #murder #chaos #there is so much chaos in this fanfic #crossover fic #with Deadpool and the Punisher #revenge fic

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rafedaddy01 · 7 days

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Youve told rafe multiple times how hot it would be to wake up to him fucking you, so when you hear the soft words of your boyfriend above you and feel his hard cock pushing past your walls you shift awake.

“I want you to wake up and see how good your taking it, princess”

You open your groggy eyes to see Rafes disheveled hair, sweaty forehead, and his gold chain dangling in your face.

“There she is. Took you a while, I’ve already made you cum three times” he grins wide as he watches your face explode in pleasure.

“Rafe- s’too much!” You feel the overstimulation immediately. Your pussy throbbing, your core building at a fast tempo, and your skin feeling like it’s gonna burst.

“Stop being a brat, it’s only been 20 minutes since the last time you came” he gives you a particularly hard thrust and your head dips back as your eyes roll and your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

“Don’t close your mouth, let me hear those pretty sounds” he grips your cheeks in one hand, making your eyes meet his as he speeds up his thrusts. Your back arches, allowing him to get deeper, and a wave of moans escapes you. “There we go”

“Such a good girl” you hear his words and praise but it’s distant. The overstimulation making your body feel fuzzy as he continues his assault. You can’t help the wetness that seeps out of you, but you also want it to stop. You feel like you’re having an out of body experience from all the pleasure, it’s too much.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” rafe groans above you as his dick throbs and spurts of cum fill your poor, abused pussy.

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chochuuya · 6 months

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soft & random headcanons with tr boys!

characters included: mikey, mitsuya, draken, kazutora, baji, takemichi, chifuyu, smiley, angry, hakkai, inui, kokonoi, rindou, ran, izana, hanma and kakucho.

⤹ mikey would subconsciously tuck your hair behind your ear when it gets out of place, while you were talking. then he'll tilt his head in confusion when you blushed and stumble on your words.

⤹ mitsuya is good with make up. i'm convinced that anyone who is good with arts/crafts are automatically pros in doing make up.

⤹ draken understands personal space, but he would always make sure you're alright by sending texts or food.

⤹ kazutora definitely cried when he heard laufey's song falling behind for the first time. (i did too)

⤹ baji is the type of person that would cover the sharp edge of a table when you crouch down to take something on the floor.

⤹ takemichi would run to a photo booth whenever he sees one, while holding your hand with his smile a mile wide.

⤹ chifuyu is a taekwondo kid and he is good with subway surfers. (i fell even more when he kicked down those tenjiku boys)

⤹ smiley would say "my brother was right about you", whenever you mess up but he won't say what exactly.

⤹ angry is a good cook and smiley would always be the food taster. he also seems like the person to make sure you never eat alone.

⤹ hakkai is a pretty boy so, he would totally have those dyed buzz cut designs and pull off every look. i also think he is a trinket person who collects cute stuff, especially keychains.

⤹ inui would hold your pinky or play with your hand mindlessly while you were talking about your day.

⤹ kokonoi knows a lot about everything and he is creative with the gifts he give you. it's been known that his love language is giving gifts anyway.

⤹ rindou is smart and he would even offer to stay up late to help you with your homework.. not forgetting to nag you a little.

⤹ ran knows how to do pottery and has a famous public spotify playlist. i feel like he would show off his skills on tiktok and would blow up overnight because 1) he is hot and 2) a hot guy doing pottery.

⤹ izana is bold and for some reason, i think he hates slow walkers. he would either nudge someone's shoulder while walking past them or simply sighed in annoyance. or both.

⤹ hanma is a fashion boy and he will change his style a lot. he is also funny without even trying and loves taking ootd pics.

⤹ kakucho is a great listener and he gives the best advice, but won't hesitate to call you out if he thinks you know better. he's a real one.

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

i challenged myself to type more 🥸 i hope you like this one~ all notes; reblogs, likes and comments are vv much appreciated! ( 〃▽〃)

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aemvnd · 17 days

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𝒶.skywalker. ┆ belonging.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ first time writing for anakin in a min …n yes it's a modern au . <3 be kind, pls. !!!

anakin skywalker is a naturally dominant man, and we all know that, but, when you're sitting in his lap, like just now, all pretty and your glossy lips all pouty and kissable, doe-like eyes all innocent and dreamy, anakin cannot help but want to have you, to possess you, to own you in every way possible—completely.

he craves you, desperately, day and night, every second of every waking moment, and his dreams, they're so vivid—they're of you, because of course they are, and you're so beautiful, so perfect, the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, or will ever know.

anakin knows he must have you, giving the sweet-smelling skin of your pulse point a soft, tender kiss, knowing you're a sensitive little thing, but he doesn't care, doesn't care that you whine and playfully swat at his thick, muscular arm, and he just wants you to understand, to understand that you belong to him—that you've always belonged to him.

"anakin," you mewl girlishly, so soft and sweet and naïvely beautifully, he cannot stand it, and he gives you a small, lazy smirk, his blue eyes sparkling as they slightly gaze down at you, watching you, watching your expressions as he wraps his strong, masculine arms around your waist, tugging you closer against himself on his lap, wanting to see how you'd react.

anakin loves your little reactions, always so shy and sweet, it makes him smile, how bashful you become around him, how you try to act as if your little cunt isn't quivering at just the mere sight of him, knowing your panties were already soaked with your sweetness, just waiting for him to lick you clean, happily and eagerly.

and anakin is more than happy to help you, to help relieve you, to relieve that ache you feel, and he wonders if you ever touched your sweet little pussy—good girl that you're, he doubts it, but he wouldn't know, you don't like talking about such 'naughty things' as you like to say, always too bashful around him to speak such lewd words aloud.

anakin has no such qualms, he enjoys discussing how he wishes to devour your sweet little pussy, to fuck you until you're numb and too dumb to speak, your limbs weak and needing his help to do basic things, like bring you snacks or bathe you—he'd do anything for you if you'd only ask, and even more.

"what's wrong, baby?" anakin croons lovingly, raising a large, tan-skinned hand and gently curling two long, calloused fingers under your chin, forcing your eyes to look up at him, making your belly flutter with a swarm of butterflies—and anakin cannot help but smile wolfishly, chuckling softly as he can feel the way your body trembles in his lap, needy and wanting, and if you'd only ask, he'd give you what you so desperately crave, what you need.

all you need to do is ask, and anakin skywalker is more than willing to provide that relief for you, in any way you desire—he is yours, yours to command, just as you belong to him.

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prncessrindou · 1 month

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SWV, ran haitani x fem!reader // fic series

I LOVE IT RAINING ON ME

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU’RE TOUCHING ON ME

IT’S LIKE WATER . . . OH NO, DON’T DROWN

♱ SYNOPSIS . . your innocence is what drives him to you and he is determined to make you his, but are you willing to sacrifice your morals for one of Japan’s most dangerous executive?

♱ CONTENT WARNING . . bonten timeline, female reader, virgin!reader, age gap ( reader is in their 20s and ran is in his early 30s ) criminal/gang activity, nsfw/smut ( lots of it ), drug use, violence, jealousy, sexual harassment, guns, alcohol usage, car sex, oral ( f & m rec ), pet names and etc.

♱ INSPIRATION . . summer walker ft. no1 noah

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

MORE TBA . . .

comment if you’d like to be tagged in this!!!

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #ran haitani #tokrev ran #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani smut #tokrev smut #rindou haitani #bonten #bonten ran #haitani ran x reader #ran x reader #fic series #tr smut #ran haitani x you

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akiisks · 3 months

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mirror selfie

#goodmorning haitani ran nation #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fanart #ran haitani #dormmate ko: lagay mo yung watermark sa ano #😭😭😭#been binge reading tr fics #bonten

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seichira · 2 years

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door into your heart.

haitani ran has never had to fight for a girl’s attention. well, at least before you came along and changed the game. it is his first time trying to win someone’s heart, and he’s getting more desperate the longer you keep him on the ledge.

pairing : bonten!ran haitani x college!reader

content : mostly fluff, kinda angsty, swearing, mentions of violence, and basically ran just trying to get the girl.

ran thinks it’s absolutely insane that a girl has got him wrapped around her little fingers, and he knows it, he just willingly submits himself to it.

let’s start from where all the glitches in the universe as he calls them, started. meeting you.

you see, ran haitani is used to women throwing themselves at him. the man can get whatever and whoever he wants at a snap of a finger.

his childhood was rough and all he had was rindou—and he’s not a saint not to enjoy all of life’s perks now that he’s reached the top, isn’t he? admit it, he has been through enough shit to take it easy for once.

they started off ruling ropponggi, having a bunch of men do whatever they command. they lived off the glory of winning street fights and taking down gang leaders after gang leaders.

it was cool, alright. but looking back, that place seems to be just a playground compared to the chokehold they have on the entire country. japan is essentially theirs.

when a person is on top of the world, no words could possibly describe the feeling of being a king. ran haitani himself found himself at that position.

however, the thing about reaching the top is there is nowhere else to go. what follows after is boredom, ennui, and just… rotting away in the repetitiveness of the days. killing, manipulating, torturing, stealing.

he was getting sick of it.

at the height of his much-too-early midlife crisis that he believes came early because he is going to die earlier than everyone else, he flew back to tokyo in hopes that he can drown himself in alcohol at some bar that has no connections to bonten.

he hops out of his ferrari that he parked on the other side of the street adjacent to the local bar, and he is just about to cross it when he hears an exasperated grunt and a loud sound of metal nearby.

the first instinct was ignore it, but another grunt came and he finally snapped his head towards the direction of the disrupting noise in this peaceful part of town.

there, ran sees you struggling to pull the storefront rollup gate down. judging by the apron you seem to forget to remove, it is easy to deduce that you are a barista at the coffee shop you’re currently trying to close for the night.

being the brute that he is, ran keeps his distance from you and remains standing near his car, leisurely watching you struggle.

he chuckles to himself. that shit is cute, he thinks.

it is your first time having to work the closing shift and you had no idea how heavy these things were until you tried it. when all hope leaves you, you groan and sit on the pavement to wait for some energy to come back before trying again.

that is when ran haitani finally decides to spread out his imaginary angel wings and come to your rescue. he approaches you slowly and his footsteps make no sound at all, making you flinch in surprise when the gate suddenly closes and locks on where it is supposed to be.

you look up at the man who just saved you a ton of energy and time, and you stand up to face him. it takes you aback, though, with the way he towers over you. people can be this tall?

but if you were taken aback, the man in front of you is completely blown away. your hair is messy probably because you just finished a shift, you are wearing a simple polo shirt beneath your dirtied apron, paired with skinny jeans—and the man thinks, what a fucking beautiful woman.

this man has seen all kinds of women in the fanciest of outfits, and yet, here he is, totally mesmerized by an obviously exhausted girl trying to make money.

“phew. thank you! you totally rescued me because i was just about to run away and possibly get fired for leaving the coffee shop open overnight.”

he shrugs at your gratitude because he literally did nothing. the gate weighed like paper to him. not only is he not used to saying you’re welcome, he also does not really do much things to receive a thanks.

still, he says, “you’re welcome.”

“have a good night, mister!” you say to finally walk home since it’s a fifteen-minute walk from there.

you work two jobs to get yourself through university after deciding you won’t ever burden your parents anymore, so it is justified how you just want to lay down on your bed on a friday night.

ran finds it too much of a waste to let such a pretty girl go just like that, which is very uncharacteristic for him because he never does that when he knows there are others out there in his disposal.

but he can’t let you walk away.

“wait, miss.”

you turn back to look at him, “hm? yes?”

fuck, even her voice is cute.

“this… coffee shop. why’d you have to close it yourself? you don’t have security guards or something?”

you shake your head like it’s the most normal thing ever, “nope. the owner can’t afford something of that sort. the business is financially tight after the new coffee shop nearby opened.”

“which one?”

you state the name of the coffee shop that almost put you out of a job. thankfully, your boss liked your work ethics enough to keep you in their staff.

“thanks again, mister. i have to go home—”

ran scrambles his brain to find another excuse to keep you for longer. at this point, it is already unusual to him how you still haven’t asked his name. he cannot believe that he’s doing so much just to continue talking to you.

“you’re walking home?”

“yep! it’s good exercise, you know?” you giggle before pointing at the black ferrari just a few steps away. “i believe that’s yours?”

he nods. “looks sick, doesn’t it?”

“looks like someone’s got trust funds,” you joke. it earns a laugh from ran haitani, a man who hasn’t laughed in ages. holy shit, he utters in his head.

“not trust funds, honey. i don’t have a rich mommy and daddy. worked like hell to get that shit.”

your eyebrow raises, and you smile. “well, something must be very wrong with this life because i work like hell and i’m nowhere near affording that!”

it intrigues him, how you talk like you’ve got nothing on you but be lighthearted about it. when he had nothing, he was miserable. how could you smile like that? much more so, smile so beautifully?

“want me to drive you home? it’s dangerous in this part of town. don’t want you to go missin’ on me before you get to afford a ferrari.”

you are quick to turn him down with a flick of your hand, “oh, no thanks. i’m grateful for your help but who knows if you’re the dangerous part of town?”

he laughs again because you are absolutely right, but you have no idea that no harm will ever come close to you when you’re with him.

“you can call anyone and give them all my cards so they’ll know who took you home. safely.”

“i appreciate it, but really, it’s fine. there are some catcallers here and there but believe me, i can trashtalk them just as fine.”

his brows furrow at the thought. it makes him uncomfortable knowing you have to go through that, and you’re used to it.

“you sure?” he asks again but does not impose because he understands your doubts. it truly is hard to trust someone nowadays.

“i am.”

you walk home after waving goodbye to the tall, handsome, purple-haired man with a clean cut—ready to forget him.

with all the good intentions left in his heart, he waits a few seconds for you to be at a safe distance before he quietly follows you home. just to make sure you get there safely.

true enough, there are a few men loitering along the streets. when they call you names and shout lewd remarks, ran is just ready to intervene.

but you flip off the men and shout, “you filthy fucking pigs! this is why you lead such petty little lives without a wife to love you!”

once he sees you get inside the apartment complex, he shoves his hands in his pockets, approaches the men and gave them a few threats and injuries. afterwards, he walks back to his car.

you were right—this was good exercise.

ran abandons his earlier plans and heads home for the night. and if it isn’t clear, he thinks about you the entire drive home until his eyes drifts off to sleep.

that was how you met ran haitani.

the next events were just batshit crazy. the nearby coffee shop closed down and business was back as usual. your schedules were changed into something that will allow you to have some time to study and even rest. in the blink of an eye, as if something shifted, everything was suddenly convenient for you.

but behind the scenes is ran haitani.

alongside all of the crazy happenings in your life, ran haitani never leaves you alone. literally the next day after your first encounter, he shows up at the coffee shop you work at with an irritated look on his face.

“what’re you so grumpy for? where’s the smile you had on last night? didn’t expect to see you here, mister. would you like to order?”

“why did you arrive just now?” he looks at the nameplate you just clipped on your apron, and it wasn’t there last night. “y/n.”

“what do you mean?”

“been waiting for you here for two hours already, thought i’d come by and see if you were able to make it home alive last night.”

you stifled a laugh, “obviously, i did. and i only start here very late at night. it’s a part-time. i study in the good part of the day and i work a waitressing job at a pub, then this one.”

his eyes widen, and the one thing he immediately thinks of is how you do not have to do all that if he just gives you what he has. he has more than enough money to last lifetimes. giving you some wouldn’t hurt, right?

he is not even surprised when you turn that offer down. he’s disappointed, but he saw it coming.

after months of clinging to your side like a leech, the man is irrevocably in love with you. like down bad. like there-is-no-getting-out-of-this in love.

seriously, how could he not?

he sees you work so hard, so independently, and face so much shit the world throws at you and still have the will to be fucking smiling at him?

when he told you about his work, which took him about three months to finally confess to you, your answer was, “i stand corrected. that is good exercise.”

the man was BAFFLED. you accept it, just like that? no judgments? no shouting? no cursing? no condemning him for all of his sins?

you continued, “i know how hard this life is and i won’t blame people for doing what they have to do to survive. i’d rather not get involved with that, ran, so keep me away from it… but as for you, i don’t mind.”

you said all that but when he confessed his feelings for you the very first time, you turned him down. it was for a good reason—you had to graduate and earn a degree so you can finally have a good-paying job. being in a relationship with anyone is putting that at risk, and it was a risk you couldn’t take.

he understood.

the second time he confessed, after a year, he was at your new apartment that you purchased all on your own. it was small, but it was yours, so he loved it.

this time, he was sure that you loved him too. the problem is, you told him that you want him to court you first. until you give him your sweet yes, every interaction has to be friendly.

ran didn’t understand, but it was what you wanted, so he courted you in ways that he absolutely had no idea how, but had to try anyway.

“court me, and i’ll see if you deserve me.”

well, no shit. he has been courting you for a year now.

everything is slowly falling into place. your job is getting stable. your apartment is getting filled with more upgrades. you don’t have to live off cup noodles anymore (although ran made sure you lived well with all the help you accepted from him after he met you). the bills are paying themselves.

but you won’t give ran the time of day. you were such a tease. brushing your hands with his but never truly holding it. hugging his huge figure but never fully embracing him, except on your graduation when he was the only person who went to congratulate you. speaking with your lips close to his but never kissing him.

being with him but never telling him you love him.

but you are. you are in love with ran haitani. you are aware of the things he does for you, and they do not go unappreciated.

the flowers he casually gives you even without an occasion. visiting your place just to cook your meals when you are too lazy to feed yourself. taking care of you when you are sick and even when you aren’t. spending all his money on you albeit discreetly so you won’t scold him. quitting the vices you hated. being your personal driver. leaving important work behind when you need him.

basically being there.

being present.

being your person.

you finally decide that it is time to give in to what you want. to love him without inhibitions. life has been hard enough and it is about time to just… give in to all the things you were deprived of.

ran is an impatient man, and you think it should be humanity’s greatest feat that he was able to wait for you this long.

you know better than anyone that he can wait for as long as you need him to, but the wait ends now. you cannot wait anymore, and neither can he.

sitting inside the car, stopping at the basement parking, ran waits for you to step out first because you made it clear that while you two are just friends, he will never be allowed to open doors for you.

“ran?”

“yeah?”

you unbuckle your seatbelt to lean forward and kiss him on the lips. he freezes at first, and the thoughts wilding inside him screams, what the fuck?! is this really fucking happening?!

when he recovers just as you pull away, he pulls your nape and deepens the kiss. he pours out all the years he spent waiting to cross this line on this kiss.

and you return all of them.

he pulls away to rest his forehead on yours, “what’s the meaning of this? are you… what is… is this what i think this is, baby?”

you nod with tears on your eyes.

“you can open my door for me.”

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