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jordyn14 · 1 month

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Do or Drink | Joe Burrow

Summary: A little game night with Joe sounded like a good idea, but when the dares get a little risky, it’s impossible to resist Joe.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x fem reader// first person

Words: 3954

Notes: this fic contains smut, 18+ only please

Joe and I were currently downstairs. I was sitting down on the couch opening up a new box of cards called 'Do or Drink,' and putting the different colored cards on the coffee table in front of me. My legs were curled up onto the couch and when I set the last cards down on the table, I looked back at Joe to see him pouring us some Vodka behind our bar. Per my request, he added other things to the drinks so they weren't as strong. I wanted to feel the alcohol a little bit, but I didn't want to get drunk, especially because I knew this game would be fun. I watched as Joe poured the vodka into each of our glasses before setting it back down on the counter. After he picked up the cap and began to twist it on the bottle, he looked up at me and we made contact. I was leaning over the couch and couldn't keep a straight face.

My man was so hot and Joe knew it. He knew that every time we made eye contact, I couldn't stop my cheeks from flushing red. He truly knew that he was a hot person too and that confidence only made him hotter. "Joey hurry, I'm getting excited." I said with a smile as joe poured other things into the drink and started to mix it with a metal mixer. "Okay, okay, it's done." Joe said and picked both of them up. While he made his way over to me, I turned back around and started to read the directions over again. The game was simple. You pick up a card, read the little dare on it, which could range from PG-13 to very, very, inappropriate, and either choose to do the dare or take a shot. Instead of taking shots, Joe and I decided to just take a sip of alcohol because we didn't want to get drunk too fast, depending on how long this game went on for.

I looked up at Joe as he sat down right next to me and set down our drinks. I picked up mine and brought it closer to me before rubbing my hands together. "I really hope this is fun." I laughed a little bit and picked up a card. "Trust me, it will." Joe chuckled as he rubbed his hands together and sat back on the couch, starting to manspread. I flipped the card and read it out loud. "Call your ex and tell them you want to get back together. Do this, take two shots, or quit playing." I said and shook my head, going to grab my drink. "Damn, that was fast." Joe laughed and watched as I took a hearty sip of alcohol. I set it back down and watched as Joe picked up his. "I don't even know where that dick is now." I laughed a little bit. Joe flipped over his card and chuckled to himself a little bit, putting his hand over his mouth slightly.

"Oh my gosh what is it?" I asked. Joe continued to laugh before he took a deep breath and composed himself. "Open your front door and yell at the top of your lungs," Joe started to say but continued to laugh. I started to laugh at how much Joe was struggling to get whatever it was out, so I leaned over to read it myself. Joe Angled the card towards me and I started to laugh even more. "I love Anal. No way." We both laughed. While laughing, Joe leaned forwards and grabbed his drink. "Can you imagine if someone heard?" I laughed. Joe took a big sip and then set his drink down. "Yeah. Latest news on Joe burrow, Cincinnati Bengals QB, he apparently loves anal." Joe said, pretending to read a news article about himself. "Hey, you might get more male fans." I laughed.

Joe looked at me like I was crazy and then elbowed me slightly. "Okay, Your turn." He chuckled. I picked up a card and read it. "Ooh now this one I can do. Name the sexiest feature of every person in the group or drink 6 times." I said and out the card back down. "Well apart from the obvious." I said, hinting at Joe's dick. Joe chuckled as I looked over at him and made eye contact with him. I looked at his extremely gorgeous blue eyes. They were amazing. I looked at his hair and that curl that always hung on his forehead. I looked at his jawline, his perfect lips and nose. I looked down to his body and his legs. "This is impossible, I literally love every single feature on you." I said, finding it impossible to pin point my most favorite thing. "Come on, name one thing that you love most of all." Joe said.

I scanned him more before my eyes landed on his hands. Those hands were definitely one of my favorites, and right now, I knew that I needed to say his hands. "Your hands." I said. I looked at Joes hands and all of the veins that were so visible and trailed up his arm. Those long fingers which I loved to feel inside of me. Even those bracelets that he always wore which he's been wearing less often because he needs to wear a brace somethings. I tore my eyes off of his hands and up to his eyes where he was smirking down at me with that cocky look in his eyes. "Oh stop it, you told me to name one of my favorite features so I did. Your turn." I laughed and elbowed him this time. "Hey, I didn't say anything." He put his hands up in a surrendering manner and reached over to grab a card.

"You didn't have to, those eyes said everything for you." I said. Joe picked up the card and read it with a laugh. "Okay, I'm seriously getting the stupid ones over here. Deep throat your banana or take a shot." Joe said and looked at me with a less than amused look on his face. I started to pretend to get off of the couch, acting like I was going to go get a banana from upstairs. "Sit your ass back down." Joe laughed and grabbed my arm. I sat back down with a laugh and picked up Joe's drink for him. "Welp, drink up." I said and handed it to him. Joe took it with a little eye roll and a smile and took a big gulp of his drink. Joe wiped his lips with the back of his hand before setting it back down.

Since it was my turn again, I picked up another card. I read it to myself and was about to read it out loud but instead set the card down and faced Joe more so I could do the small dare. "Are you gunna tell me?" Joe asked me, raising his eyebrow. I brought my hand up to my mouth and slowly put my finger in my mouth. I began to suck on my finger very sexually while never breaking eye contact with Joe. As I sucked on my finger, Joes eyebrows both raised and he fidgeted in his seat. I smiled with my finger still in my mouth, knowing I was turning him on. Finally, I pulled my finger out of my mouth with a little 'pop.' I began to laugh a little bit as Joe clenched his jaw slightly and began to adjust himself in his pants, his cheeks flushing red from watching me suck on my finger. I knew he was imagining it was his dick.

Joe wouldn't take his eyes off of me, so to stop him, I picked up a card for him and handed it to him without reading it. With a small glare, Joe picked up the card and read it. A smirk grew on his face as he read it and then looked up at me and set the card down. "Karmas a bitch, get on your hands and knees." Joe said, the smirk only growing on his face. "What, why?" I asked him. When he only gave me a shrug and waited for me to get on my hands and knees on the couch, I reached over for the card, wanting to know why, but he quickly grabbed the card away from me and slid it into his pocket so I could reach it. "Get on your hands and knees." He said. My core began to throb just from him saying this and my heart beat sped up in my chest.

I really wish it said fuck the person in front of you, because right now, I was horny just like Joe was. Listening to Joe, I got on my hands and knees, unable to suppress my laugh at how silly this probably looked since we were both clothed. I heard Joe shuffle on the couch before his hands found my waist. I sucked in a breath at the initial contact, but that wasn't even the best part. As soon as he grabbed onto my waist, he pulled my hips back to him slightly, just like if we were having sex. As soon as he pulled my hips back and my ass came in contact with his waist, I could feel his boner pressing up against me. I let out a small anticipatory groan at the fact that we couldn't have sex and moved my hips slightly against him. Joe soon started to move his hips as well, sliding his clothes boner up against my clothed heat which by now was soaking wet. "Fuck." Joe said at the feeling of him grinding up against me.

I dropped my head a little bit, getting hornier and hornier every time I felt his rock hard dick press against my heat. Finally, I reached back and swatted Joe's arm away from my waist. "Joe you have to stop." I said. As soon as I said this, Joe released me and moved to sit back down where he originally was. When I finally got off of my hands and knees and sat down, we were both a little flustered, the both of us extremely horny. "Fuck." Joe chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. I looked down to his crotch while trying to steady my breathing and saw the big tent in his pants. Reaching over, I grabbed a pillow and tossed it on his waist. Joe sucked in a breath at the initial contact and looked up at me all confused. "I'm already horny enough. I don't need to see your boner right now." I said.

The both of us chuckled before I calmed down enough to pick up another card. I hoped it wasn't another sex position card because I didn't know how long I could last for. "Why?" I asked myself as I read my card. Joe just waited for me to read it. "Take off 3 articles of clothing or finish all of the players drinks." I said. I would need to take off 3 pieces of clothing. There was no way I could finish Joe's drink and my drink. They were pretty strong and I didn't want to get drunk tonight. "I can tell this game isn't lasting very much longer." Joe chuckled as I set the card down. "Which ones do I do? I don't want to be fully naked." I laughed and started with my shirt, leaving me only in a bra. Joe looked down to my chest and licked his lips. I took off my socks and then stood up.

Once up, I grabbed the sides of my sweatpants and started to take them off. Once they were down to my ankles, I stepped out of them, leaving me only in my panties. Joe looked at me, finding it hard to take his eyes off of me as he swallowed hard. I sat back down and curled my feet up onto the couch, goosebumps covering my skin from the lack of clothing. I looked over to see Joe staring at me. "Earth to Joe??" I asked with a small laugh. Joe snapped out of it and brought his eyes back up to mine. "Right." He said and grabbed a card. Joe read the card and as soon as he did, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "You've got to be kidding me. I feel like I should drink. I don't know how much longer I can last." Joe said, referring to his boner and the fact that we keep getting pretty sexual ones.

“Oh come on, where's the fun in that?" I giggled a little bit and reached for the card. Joe pulled it away from me with a chuckle and said, "fine. I need to put my hand in your panties for 2 minutes then." Joe said with a deep breath, preparing himself for this next one. I hesitated for a second, wondering if I'd be able to go 2 whole minutes with Joes hand down my panties without him touching me. "Easy money. Let's go." I said, hyping myself up while I leaned back on the couch more so Joe had easier access. Within a few seconds, Joes hand went from resting on his lap to finding its way over to me. His hand brushed against my lower stomach before slipping his fingers under the waistband of my panties. I sucked in a small breath at the initial feeling of him sliding his hand slowly into my panties and with his other hand, he got his phone out of his pocket and set it down on the couch so he could countdown.

Finally, his hand went down far enough and stopped. I refused to make eye contact with Joe. I knew that if I looked at him and saw those gorgeous blue eyes flooded with lust, strong jawline, and that cocky look on his face, that I wouldn't be able to let him take his hand out of my pants without him fingering me. I stared straight ahead instead and took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, although I couldn't calm my racing heart beat and the throb that intensified with every passing second that his hand was in my panties. Just when I thought I was going to make it, Joe moved his fingers and one of them ghosted over my swollen and aching clit. I sucked in a breath and grabbed onto his hand. "Joseph," I said through gritted teeth, "stop moving your fingers." I said.

"Hey, you know I fidget a lot." Joe said. I glanced over at him and saw that smirk on his face. Damn. He was really enjoying watching me struggle with having his hands down my panties. "Well that isn't part of the dare, so stop it." I said. I looked down at his phone and just hoped that the time would be up soon. To take my mind off of it, I bit the inside of my cheek and put a little pressure on it, which did the trick. Finally, the two minutes were up, so Joe reluctantly took his hand out of my panties and began to chuckle at how hard it was for me. "You're a dick, you know that, right?" I laughed a little bit and fixed the waistband of my panties a little bit. "Oh come on. You love it." Joe chuckled some more and handed me another card.

I rolled my eyes with a sigh and flipped the card around. "No way. I'm drinking. I can't do this one. What’s with all the sexual ones?” I said and reached for my drink. "Wait, let me read it." Joe said and reached for the card. Once he grabbed it, he read it and nodded to himself. "There's no way you're getting out of this one. Lay down so I can clean your inner thigh." Joe said excitedly and put the card down. "What? No." I said, not wanting to add to the level of horniness I was currently feeling. "Oh come on, where's the fun in that?" Joe asked me with that adorable smile, copying exactly what I said when he read the previous card. "I am enjoying this game. To make it last, you better not try anything." I said with a glare, although I couldn't stop smiling. Joe reached forwards and grabbed my hips. With a giggle, he set me down on the couch.

Reaching behind my head, I grabbed the pillow and threw it on the ground so I was laying completely flat on the couch. Joe faced me and then grabbed my leg. I glanced down at him before propping myself up on my elbows. Joe started at my ankle and started to kiss up my entire leg. I let out a few sighs as he headed up towards my thigh. When he finally got to my actual thigh, he began to lick and kiss at the soft skin of my inner thigh and then trailed his lips up farther. Kissing, sucking, and biting. Continuous sighs fell from my parted lips at how close he was to my heat and when he went up farther, his nose brushed over my aching clit. I sucked in a breath and then let out a small moan. "Joe." I groaned out, knowing that if he didn't stop soon, I wouldn't want him to either.

Joe just replied by angling his head up slightly and making eye contact with me. Fuck it. I reached down and grabbed onto the sides of my panties, trying to pull them down. As soon as I moved and decided to end the game early, Joe reached forwards with his other hand and put it on my chest, pushing me back gently. I leaned back and laid down flat on the couch while Joe grabbed the sides of my panties. "Hurry." I said quickly, needing him to touch me. I lifted my butt up slightly to help Joe get them off and then he slid them off my legs. Once they were off, he tossed them onto the floor below us and then put both of his hands on my knees and spread them apart. "You're so fucking wet." Joe said. I looked down to see Joe staring down at my heat, his chest rising and falling quickly, flustered over seeing me like this.

“Joey." I groaned, needing his mouth on me and his fingers in me. I heard Joe moving on the couch and then within a few seconds, Joe blew cold air onto my wet fold. I let out an anticipatory moan at the feeling and fidgeted. Joe then grabbed both of my legs and pulled me towards him slightly. After a few seconds, I felt Joes tongue run through my slit before his tongue swirled around my bundle of nerves. "Oh fuck." I swore, arching my back slightly. Joe began to suck and lick at my clit, making soft moans fall from my parted lips. Once he sucked on my clit long enough, I felt his fingers sliding through my slit, but not in me yet. I clenched over nothing and fidgeted even more, needing his fingers inside of me. "Please." I said while moaning, his mouth never leaving my clit.

As soon as I said this, Joe slid two fingers inside of me. I let out a loud moan at the feeling, not expecting him to put both fingers in so quickly as he usually lets me get used to the feeling of one first. He then began to thrust his fingers in and out of me, creating a steady rhythm. "Oh my gosh." I practically cried out at the feeling. My whole body coursed with pure ecstasy and I wanted to feel this way forever. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I started to close Joe's head between my thighs. Joe's mouth detached from my clit but still fingered me. "Keep your legs open for me baby." Joe groaned. I bit my lower lip, finding it hard to keep my legs open, but finally moved my thighs apart with a loud moan. "That's it. Just like that." He said before going right back to what he was doing.

After doing that for a few more seconds, he added a third finger. The feeling of him stretching me out with just his fingers almost sent me over the edge. "Oh Joey." I moaned, sealing my eyes shut, unable to keep them open. The amount of pleasure I was feeling was unlike no other. I wanted to feel this every single second of every single day. He continued to thrust his fingers into me while sucking and licking at my clit. Eventually, I forced my eyes open to look at Joe and I saw him using the couch as a form of relief. While he worked me into a frenzy, he started to grind his hips into the couch, seeking out any kind of relief he could. Just as I looked at Joe, he looked up at me and we made eye contact. Joe smirked a little bit and then sucked on my clit more intensely and curled his fingers inside of me, rubbing the tips of his fingers against the soft flesh.

"Oh my gosh!" I practically screamed and collapsed on the couch. My back arched and I started to pull away from Joe, the pleasure proving to be too much. It was impossible to lay still on the couch with Joe down below me, pleasuring me in so many ways. I reached down with one hand and ran my fingers through Joe's hair before pulling at it slightly. I lifted my butt off of the couch as he once again curled his fingers inside of me and sucked hard on my clit. I felt Joe's hand on my lower stomach and he pushed me back down on the couch. I moaned loudly as I felt a knot in my stomach. I curled my toes and instead of pulling at Joe's hair, brought it down to where Joe's mouth was sucking on my clit. Although it felt amazing, it was starting to hurt a little too much.

"Too much." I moaned out. Joe listened immediately and instead started to flick his tongue over my clit, knowing that always made me crumble under him. Within a few seconds, that knot was back and I moaned his name one last time before my orgasm washed over me. "Joe!" I moaned out one last time before my body began to shake. My legs shook like crazy as Joe curled his fingers inside of me one last time before pulling them out of me. Joe's tongue left my clit and instead was placed in my slit, licking at my arousal, not wanting to waste a single drop. "I need you inside of me." I moaned once my high washed over me. I spread my legs some more just as Joe's head came back up and made eye contact with me. His hair was messy and sticking up because of me and he was breathing heavily. He had that dark and lust-filled look in his eyes as he crawled on top of me. I put my hands on his hips and leaned forward, capturing his lips with mine, tasting the remnants of myself. After a few seconds, Joe leaned back and looked down at me. "Are you ready?" Joe asked me. "Yeah." I sighed. I let out an anticipatory moan and prepared myself for Joe to thrust into me.

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 4 months

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So, for the very sexy anon that sent me this

I hope you see this ❤️ Because I agree, whole heartedly Thembo under the cut

CW: Small drabble, NSFW, light hearted dub-con with thembo!Reader

Poor little barbarian, completely unaware that they were having sex until Xyleth was about to cum.

Being carried to his tent was the most exciting moment of the young warrior's life. They struggled against the children of the monstrous clan, so to have a chance to take on Xyleth, the most physically intimidating of the village, was an opportunity that filled (Reader) with both pride and adrenaline.

Within the tent, (Reader) was set on their feet, and they began stretching, smiling giddily.

"Ah, I shall not go easy on you, despite our difference in species.." The giant smirked down at his human, admiring the defined muscles of their exposed arms. "You should remove your clothing beforehand, so we do not ruin your outfit.."

"Oh!" The beautiful dummy gasped. "That's smart!"

In their naivety, (Reader) undressed in front of their mate the leader of the tribe without a second thought, unaware of the meaning behind the subtle thumping of his tail.

Xyleth was pleased to watch as they stripped down completely to the nude, having anticipated that they would have stopped at their undergarments.

'My little mate knows how to tease me in such a lovely way!'

As Xyleth became uncontrollably aroused, the naked human before him marveled at the cultural differences between the two species. However, wrestling nude made complete sense, and (Reader) wondered why none of the others suggested it earlier.

The two squared off, feet spread and hunched. An oddly flat tongue ran across Xyleth's teeth as he was given a perfect view of his exposed love.

(Reader) made the first move, smiling maniacally as they launched themselves forward towards the hulking beast towering above them. As their hands collided, the human slid back from the force of their struggle against Xyleth, who didn't flinch in the slightest.

Every move (Reader) made was wrong.

Every action they took against the leader made it harder for him to keep the "foreplay" (as he thought it to be) going. Their actions displayed their strength in the most attractive of ways, they pushed themselves against his claws to the point of sweating, filling the tent with their scent, and worse of all, they kept complimenting him.

Genuine comments such as "Man, I'm lucky to get this chance!", and "Damn, I knew you were strong, but this is impressive!", caused the chuckling man to nearly cry with the amount of love he felt for his mate, physically feeling his adoration for (Reader) in his chest.

Unable to contain his lust, he grappled (Reader) and spun them to the ground, wrapping the struggling warrior in his arms and legs, pinning them onto the previously strategically placed mats.

Sex education was a thing taught in (Reader's) community, but when they felt something painfully large enter their body, they didn't instantly connect the dots; being so focused on the fight that they laughed through the pain, still battling with all their might to release themselves from Xyleth's grip, wondering what kind of fighting style this was.

"Ah, fuck! That hurts.. You're really good at this!" The panting, dark red barbarian praised the victor, which for some reason made the pain harder and faster as whatever it was that Xyleth inserted began ramming into them.

Xyleth was grunting on top of (Reader), fucking the clueless human like an animal. In his mind, he was marking them as his mate, ready to bond the two of them as life partners. However, the wet mess getting railed under the monster was slowly becoming more and more embarrassed. (Reader) felt an orgasm building inside their tight body, and was scared to ask Xyleth to stop. How shameful it would be, to get turned on by a friendly sparring match!

"Xyleth, you- you win!" They stuttered out, barely able to speak while holding in their moans as pleasure assaulted their nerves. "Tapping out, buddy!"

"Why?" He chuckled while licking the shell of (Reader's) ear. "You're so close to cumming.."

"Huh-?"

The sensation of thick cum painting their insides brought about (Reader's) own climax, forcing it out of them as Xyleth continued thrusting into them, filling them to the point where it was spilling out, smacking loudly and wetly between their connecting hips as it leaked out of (Reader's) twitching hole and dripped down their thighs.

"What a good little mate you are.." was purred as the monster planted soft kisses across their jaw and earlobe, keeping himself deep inside of his new mate as he collapsed.

"Huh??"

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #gn reader #monster fuckers #tw dubcon #thembo #thembo reader #smut #mating #marking #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #sorry for being stupid

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ang3l-fac33 · 19 days

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I’ve noticed you did a platonic Lucifer fic! I don’t get much luck finding others who do so, so might i request a platonic one too?

With human reader (male or gn, whichever) who moved into an apartment (plot twist: It used to belong to a satanist cult) and they accidentally trigger a summoning and Lucifer appears, and is just as confused about how he arrived.

But Reader (like many of us can agree) has just about had it with the world and at this point are unfazed with the bullshit in their life so they’re like whatever about it and even welcome Lucifer to just chill and hang out. Cue Reader being like, “Want some microwaved pizza rolls?” Or “Ever played Mario kart?” Which just makes Lucifer even MORE CONFUSED, cause he has no idea what any of that stuff is.

So the entire time they’re hanging out it’s just good wholesome moments, and for reader it might be nothing, but for Lucifer, it’s what he needed…a friend…a friend to get him through bad times…

Please make Lucifer the goofy guy that he is in the series! I need that precious short king to have a buddy!

my best friend is the devil! lucifer x reader

warnings: not proofread, rushed at the end.

genre: fluff, platonic

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you groaned as you flopped down on your couch, your body sticky with sweat. it was a particularly hot day out today, and the mixture of the heat and the struggle to carry all those heavy boxes into your new house made you feel like you were dying. you would have bribed the moving truck into helping you move in your boxes, but today you were just done with the world and people in general, and the last thing you wanted was some stranger waltzing into your brand new house.

…’brand new’ might not be the best word to describe your new apartment. apparently this place had been owned by people who ran a cult. you had to admit that the place was a little worn down and creepy but you were sure there was nothing to worry about. the people are gone now and probably took their satanic shit with them.

you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the headrest, really deserving it after having carried a shit tone of heavy boxes into your house. all you wanted to do right now was relax, but it seemed your stomach had other ideas. your tummy rumbled, signaling your need for food, and you groaned. you didn’t even realize how hungry you were until your stomach notified it for you.

you sighed and opening your eyes to stare at the ceiling, just now remembering that you were very sweaty and uncomfortable. maybe it was time to have a nice long bath, then get yourself something to eat. pizza rolls maybe? that sounded good as fuck right about now. you deserved some damn pizza rolls.

so with that you peeled yourself off of your couch and began rummaging through the dozens of boxes that were scattered all across the room, looking for where you put the box you stored your clothes in. you were a very unorganized person and sometimes you curse yourself for it. once you picked out a pair of comfortable clothes, you headed towards the bathroom for your nice, relaxing shower.

thirty minutes later you came out of the bathroom feeling much more relaxed and content than before, the feel of the warm water calming you down. now for the thing you were most excited for. pizza rolls. you made a bee line towards the kitchen, opening up the freezer that you remembered putting the pizza rolls in earlier. you had taken a quick break from carrying in boxes to head to the store earlier in the day, knowing that you would be hungry by the time the day ended. way to go for being prepared!

you took the delicious food from the freezer and put them on a plate, popping them in the stove a few seconds later. these little shits couldn’t heat up any faster? you we’re starving! with an impatient groan, you backed away and decided to wonder while you waited for your pizza rolls to cook. you hadn’t really gotten to explore your new place yet due to moving boxes all day, so you took your chance.

the house was pretty nice, no sign of cultists living here previously. maybe it was just a rumor to scare people? even if it was true you really didn’t care. if they’re gone there gone! you really didn’t react too much to anything anymore, too tired and done with the world to do so. satanic cults wasnt the weirdest thing you had experienced in your life.

as you were walking you noticed a book on one of the tables in the dining room. you raised a brow, not remembering leaving any books laying about. but being the curious person you are, you headed over towards the table and picked it up. it was dusty and looked a bit old, worn down a little.

you couldn’t make word of the books cover due to the dust, so you blew on it, making the dust fly into your face. you coughed and fanned the air around you with your hand, making a noise of irritation. after you managed to clear all the dust from your face, you looked back down at the book, only for your eyebrows to rase in surprise. this was a satanic book! more specifically, a book to summon all sorts of things! so much for taking all their shit with them. so it wasn’t a rumor after all. huh.

with growing curiosity, you opened the book and flipped to a random page. the page was stained with red which was concerning, but you chose to move past that. the words on the page were in a different language that you didn’t know. “what the?.. what language even is this?” you mumbled to yourself, squinting to see if you could get a better look. you then began to try and read the words out loud, not knowing what you had just caused.

“fuck this.” you had said after a few more seconds of trying to read the language out loud, slamming the book closed. your pizza rolls should be done soon anyway. you placed the book back down on the table and stretched, making a soft groaning noise of satisfaction. but just as you were about to head to the kitchen, a cold gust of air swept over you, seeming to make the whole room freezing in an instant.

"the hell?.." you muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself up. but before you could dwell on the sudden coldness the ground started to shake violently. "shit!" you cursed, scrambling to grab hold of something so you didn't fall. what the fuck was happening? was it an earthquake?

crack!

the ground in front of you suddenly split open, and you watched in surprise as flames erupted from the ground, instantly swarming the apartment with heat. huh.. it's a good thing you lived on the first floor. you backed up and squinted, the bright lights of the flaming fire messing with your vision. something suddenly came flying out of the fire, barreling right into you and knocking you both to the ground. a few seconds later the fire had burnt out, leaving the apartment the way it was moments before. it was as if nothing ever happened.

when you came back to your senses the first thing you noticed was something heavy laying on top of you. you opened your eyes only to be faced with a man sprawled out on top of you, seeming just as dazed as you were. well this was interesting. the stranger rubbed his head and groaned, his eyes slowly opening to meet yours. there was a brief pause where the two of you just stared at each other in shock, neither of you moving or speaking.

the man soon seemed to realize the position the two of you were in, and he quickly scrambled off you while stuttering out an apology. you sat up and stared at the man, more curious than anything. he continued to ramble while you studied him. pale skin, red cheeks, sharp teeth… did you actually manage to summon something from the depths of hell? it would explain all the fire and shit..

“..what the fuck are you? are you a demon or what?” you blurted out, stopping the strange man mid apology. he looked slightly offended, scoffing as he adjusted his hat. “i’m the king of hell actually.” he corrected as if you were supposed to know that. he then glanced around, seeming to remember that he was in an unknown place. his offended look quickly shifted to one of confusion and nervousness.

“…where am i? this isn’t the hotel..” he paused to look around frantically. “this isn’t even hell! ohhh boy…” he seemed a bit panicked now, clutching at the cane he had appeared with. this guy wasn’t all that scary or intimidating for being the king of hell. you couldn’t help but to be amused. you sat up, cocking your head to the side. “why are you so short?” you asked bluntly, not seeming to care if you upset him at all.

the so called ‘king of hell’ paused, his cheeks flushing in what seemed to be embarrassment and a bit of anger. he began to stutter, trying his best to seem intimidating. “wh— do you know who i am?! i can have you killed with just the snap of my fingers! you can’t just call the king of hell short!” he pouted, making him seem more like a whiny child more than anything. you snorted in amusement.

“sure.. whatever you say. anyway.. welcome to earth! i accidentally summoned you with this book.” you picked up the summoning book, letting the demon have a good look at it. “it belonged to some creepy cultists that lived here before me. speaking of, i’m pretty sure that i managed to summon you before they even could! guess i’m just that good.” lucifer’s eyes went wide once more, and he snatched the book from your hand.

lucifer forgot that he could even be summoned in all honesty. it’s been a while since someone had successfully done so, but even then the last person who did manage to summon him was some teenager messing around with summonings, believing that it was all fake. the kid ended up running away and screaming, and lucifer just ended up leaving after that. he was a little confused on why you didn’t seem to react the same. you didn’t seem phased in the slightest!

suddenly there was a ding, and you both turned your heads to where it came from. it was from the kitchen, but more specifically the oven. “fuck yeah my pizza rolls are ready!” you quickly hopped to your feet, your stomach growling in anticipation. then you paused, remembering that the literal king of hell was in your apartment.

you turned to look at him. “…do you want some pizza rolls?” you asked after a few seconds of silence, not really sure what to say next.

“…what in the ever living hell are pizza rolls?”

~~~~

you watched in surprise as lucifer began to down most of the pizza rolls on the plate. when he asked you what pizza rolls are you immediately sat him down on your couch and made him try them. no living (or dead) person should go on with their life without trying pizza rolls at least once. but you didn’t expect him to like it… that much. having the devil at your place was surprisingly calm. you managed to have a nice conversation with him as you took the pizza rolls out, even exchanging each other’s names.

“these things are so much better than most foods back down in hell!” he said, his mouth stuffed with a bunch of pizza rolls. “golly.. humans have it nice up here! beats being down there in hell.” you cringed at that, internally disagreeing with that. the world was a pretty fucked up place but pizza rolls made up for that. kind of.

“so.. do you guys have mario kart in hell or?..” lucifer paused, looking up at you with raised brows. “what’s mario kart?” lucifer’s response made you sigh in disappointment. “no pizza rolls AND no mario kart? hopefully i don’t end up stuck in hell when i die.” you muttered, grabbing the remote to turn on the tv to hook your console to.

~~~~

“damn it!” you shouted in frustration, throwing your controller on the ground. “how the fuck do you keep winning?! this is your first time ever playing this game!”

lucifer gave a slow frog blink, a little confused. if he was being honest he was just pressing random buttons and moving the joystick a bunch. he didn’t understand how he won either, but he was proud! he gave a sharp toothed grin, looking smug despite being just as confused as you. “i guess that i’m just better.”

you glared at him before huffing, plopping a pizza roll into your mouth. “whatever..” you mumbled, pouting. despite your irritation it was clear that you were having just as much fun as lucifer was, laughing and cheering every time the two of you were in the middle of a match. it was surprisingly… fun. who knew having the devil at your place could be so much fun?

the two of you played and talked for hours, and lucifer ended up eating all your pizza rolls. it was a bit disappointing since you barely got to have any but he seemed happy so you weren’t going to complain. but of course all good things must come to an end, and lucifer had to leave. something about visiting his daughter at some hotel? you didn’t know hell had hotels or that the devil himself had a daughter, but it wasn’t the weirdest thing you’ve heard today.

it ended with lucifer leaving through some scary looking portal, promising he would stop by at some point so that the two of you could do this again. he even left you his phone number! you weren’t sure if you could even text him since he was in hell, but oh well.

you flopped down on your couch again with a content sigh. you had befriended the king of hell and had no regrets. thank you to that cultist’s book of summoning spells! you managed to make a new friend, even if he wasn’t exactly human. you were content, happy.. it was a good idea to move here.

(a/n: i actually had so much fun writing this! i might actually make this a series if it gets popular enough. thank you for requesting this and i’m sorry it got a bit rushed at the end, there’s some personal issues going on irl rn but i was determined to finish it ;w; so sorry for the wait.)

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Hi! I would love a one shot of our king, Cody Rhodes. Prompt is “reader is pregnant with their first child and feeling self-conscious about how she looks so Cody sets to work reminding her how sexy he thinks she is”. Thank youuuuu ♥️

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Cody Rhodes x Pregnant(fem)!Reader

Desc: You & Your husband Cody are attending a wwe awards show event and it would be the first time you walk down the red carpet in awhile & taking pictures on your own, Word got out that you two were expecting a baby but the only downside is the feeling of insecurity washing over you.

Contents: Fluff, Supportive cody!!!, Body shaming, Insecurities, Self doubt, Etc etc

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It was early July, You & Your husband Cody had arrived in L.A for the week so you both could attend the WWE award show being held tonight & everything was going perfect until this afternoon, You were in the hotel you two were staying at putting on your dress that was custom made to your liking, Your stylist helped you get inside but the moment you struggled to get in at least a little bit it was almost as if everything crashed down.

Once you slipped in the dress your stylist zipped you up but all you could do was stare at the mirror in pure disgust, Cody walked in adjusting his tie and smiled at you “Well aren’t you just the most beautiful woman in the whole universe.” You looked over at him with a disgusted look which confused him so he had the stylist wait outside the room. “Sweetheart what’s the matter? Your water didn’t break did it?”

You sighed shaking your head and took a seat on the bed holding your belly “No not yet but I wish it dod, gettin’ sick of this body, I look like a goddamn pig Cody .” You sigh out but he wasn’t having any of it “Uh-uh, no, get the hell up.” He grabbed your hands and dragged you ti the mirror and stood behind you and put his hands on top of your tummy “You don’t say that ever again am I understood? Your our babies home right now and i’ll be damned if you say something like that ever again, you’re the most beautiful sexiest woman I know & our babygirl is gonna come out just as beautiful as you.” He scolds while you frown and lean your back into his chest

“I don’t know Cody, It took me 5 whole minutes to get in this dress! I’m getting fat!” You huff out but he shook his head “Your not getting fat sweetheart, You realize it’s not even your stomach that’s the issue? The dress was made to get your belly in with ease, Your ass & Thighs need to get in there & not only that but so are your tits sweetheart.” You grimace at his foul use of words but that was just Cody. He didn’t necessarily have a censor around you.

“What about all the comments you’re getting on Instagram, Twitter? Everywhere? I’m not beautiful like I used to be! Everyone thinks i’m getting ugly Cody! It’s a horrible look for your reputation.” He scoff and kisses the temple of your head “Half of the people who say that are either miserable failures or jealous women that couldn’t get to marry me like you. You realize how many people think you’re gorgeous right now? Hell I’m a man and I would kill to have that pregnancy glow you have.”

You laughed and nodded your head a little bit while turning around and running your hands up his chest and fixing his tie “I guess you’re right..I don’t know what I would do without your support.” He shrugged and gave you a kiss “Probably going nuts?”

You chuckle and nod your head while wrapping around Cody “Thank you for the boost baby, I feel much better now.” He rubbed your back for a few seconds before sitting you down on the bed & helped putting on your high heels while placing little kisses on the side of your ankles.

After a good 30 minutes of double checking your outfits You both arrived at the Arena where the award show was being hosted & Cody had to separate from you for a little bit to take a few interviews, You got your pictures taken with a few familiar faces when you were a women’s wrestler at WWE before going on maternity leave, By the time Cody & You reunited you were both seated somewhere.

This night was one of the most successful nights ever for Cody & You, He got an award for top best wrestler of the year & he thanked everybody especially you. You felt more than lucky to have him as your husband & even more luckier to be carrying his child.

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A/N: Hii doll! I hope you enjoyed this little imagine & it was as good as you wished it to be :) if you have anymore ideas & requests feel free to send them in :)

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jinwoosungs · 1 year

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{ 89 }

OK overture.

denji x fem.reader

10 stages of love

{ but i'm not dead yet, so i guess i'll be alright. }

1. first sight

you weren't expecting your life as a university student to be so damn difficult or boring. barely twenty years old, you had high hopes of experiencing the exciting kind of life, filled with parties and study dates with friends, maybe even meet a cute guy or two.

yet sadly for you, you experienced none of those things. instead, your university days were filled with stressful deadlines, abhorrent exams, and late nights spent studying while consuming unhealthy amounts of caffeine pills just to get by.

there was an emptiness felt within the depths of your heart, one that you weren't sure what you could even do to fill it. you truly weren't expecting your life to be so bland, and that more than anything else was what put such a damper on your mood.

unable to take the sight of your plain apartment much longer, you dress in your favorite pair of sweatpants and don a hoodie for warmth, deciding that a trip to the café would cheer you up. perhaps you could buy something warm while filling your stomach with all the pastries you can afford?

just thinking about it all was enough to make your stomach begin to growl, prompting you to quicken your pace. however, there was one tiny little detail you forgot, a devastating trait to have while living in a time where cellphones hadn't become quite as advanced as they were today-

you were hopeless when it came to directions, more often than not, you spent your days getting lost in the midst of the city. hell, if it wasn't for the fact that you took the same train every morning to get to your classes, you'd probably never make it to school, either.

when you thought you recalled where the café was located, you ended up being completely wrong. the constant twists and turns you took leads you to so many dead ends. you were now questioning yourself, really wondering if you could find this damn café after all.

as your wandering takes you to yet another dead-end, this time within the depths of a dark alley, fate seemed cruel enough to play a joke on you. before you could leave, there was a strange sound heard coming from behind you. the sound was wet, being reminiscent of a snail or a slug trailing its slime against the wet pavement while in the rain.

but...no snail or slug could be that big, right? the lighting in the alleyway was dim, with the single overhead light constantly blinking on and off. as you strained your eyes to see what that figure was, you tricked your mind into thinking that it was a dripping wet dog, whimpering because it had accidentally fallen into a river or some puddle.

filled with both a curiosity and a desire to help the mutt, you step closer to the hulking figure. "hey buddy, it's going to be okay. are you-"

you trail off, becoming frozen on the spot when the sudden stench hits you, like rotting flesh and decay. instinctively, you cover your mouth with both hands, but the memory of such a powerful stench was enough to make you gag. it was at that exact moment the figure reveals itself, finally coming into the light as you could merely see a blob the color of mud. its eyes and mouth kept sliding off its face, further fueling your anxieties as you were positive witnessing something so horrifying would forever taint your very memories.

you had come into contact with a devil-

and truly, what shitty luck did you have to warrant such a meeting?

completely frozen on the spot, you felt your body take slow steps away from the nightmarish creature. but unfortunately for you, your flight or fight response was delayed. the moment you took back control of your body, ready to run away when the creature reaches out to you, engulfing you within its foul scent as you struggled to breathe.

"devour, need to devour such a sweet morsel." its voice was guttural, sending shivers down your spine as your body slowly sunk inside a beast, like a body sinking in quicksand.

your scream reverberates across the alleyway, with tears dotting your vision as you reached out your hand as far as you could manage, begging for something, anything to come and save you. the thick and toxic mud ends up overtaking your senses, and before you could lose consciousness while ceasing your breaths-

you felt a hand forcefully pull you out from the devil's grip, its disgusting mud staining at your clothes as you felt globs of it sliding down your body. the slick sensation of the disgusting slime surrounding you makes you feel nauseous as you gag almost immediately, unable to get rid of the scent since it had now completely drenched you.

struggling to get to your feet, you pinch your nose shut to see the sight of your savior standing in front of you. immediately, you felt panicked. this guy was just too lanky, and you could only see his bare back as it faced you. unruly strands of blond hair decorate his head, and you were concerned with how his lanky form stood without fear in front of the poisonous devil. despite how the beast roared at him in anger, the strange man retained his almost nonchalant stance-

that is, until he turns back to face you with a wink and a smirk, "wanna watch me do something cool?"

you weren't given the chance to answer him. all you could see was how he pulled at an odd string settled on the middle of his chest before a chainsaw rips his head in half. letting out a blood curdling scream, you swore you felt as though you were going to faint, your heart caught within the confines of your throat when the man finally reveals himself.

gone were his messy blond locks. all that covered his face was a metal mask with a deadly chainsaw sticking out of it. not only had his head turned into a chainsaw, but the entirety of his arms as well, the deadly blades acting as a shield as he shredded the devil into tiny bits and pieces.

you weren't sure how you were supposed to feel. the more rational part of you knew that you had to feel afraid of this man who clearly had a devil half-

but the stronger part felt more intrigue for him than anything else.

in just mere seconds, the chainsaw man comes out victorious, with his dirty converses standing in the puddle left over from the devil's destruction. once he was sure it was over, the chainsaw man steps closer to you. unsure of why you didn't want to move or run away, you end up standing completely still, allowing him to reach out and touch at your cheek gently with the tip of his chainsaw.

"you're lucky you're so damn cute."

that was all he said in that strange voice of his before jumping away from you, disappearing against one of the rooftops as you felt your legs give away, unable to hold your weight any longer.

with your heart pounding within your chest, not with fear but with excitement, you knew that your first meeting ever with the chainsaw man would forever be imprinted within your memories.

2. introduction

ever since that fateful night when you were saved by chainsaw man himself, you became a tad bit obsessed with him. he was just so cool, so powerful and fearless when he had saved your life. that strange half devil hybrid was the spark you needed in your life, and it was thanks to him that you finally felt so alive- hell, it was because of him that you were still alive.

unfortunately, such a cool meeting came with a heavy price, mainly in the form of how the stench of the toxic devil still remained attached to your body regardless of the sheer number of showers you took whilst lathering copious amounts of body wash on your form. during those first few weeks, you had to cover your scent with a variety of perfumes in hopes of masking the stench of decay left over from that night.

despite the number of complaints your peers told you, telling you that your perfume was overwhelming and headache inducing, you knew that it was better to give them a migraine than make them feel nauseous whenever you were around.

but you digress-

roughly two months had passed, and you were still searching for any signs of the chainsaw man. when you asked around your university questions pertaining to who it might be, no one had a clue what you were talking about. and all the books you read within your university's library spoke little of a human/devil hybrid.

with a sigh, you figured that it was completely hopeless to try and find out anything about your savior. you were quickly becoming dejected now, with no signs of the man with the dirty blond hair anywhere in sight.

not wanting to wallow in your despair for too long, you decide to visit the udon stand settled within close proximity of your university. the owner and cook, recognizing you almost immediately, welcomes you with open arms as he let out a hearty laugh whilst saying your name. "the usual for you?"

"absolutely." taking your spot on the stand, you wait eagerly for your favorite bowl of udon. you kick your legs back and forth with your hands clasped against the table.

you paid no attention to the person that suddenly sat next to you, their proximity completely noticeable when you could feel the right side of your arm touching them. with your faced scrunched up in dismay, you were about to move seats had it not been for the fact that your beef udon had already arrived.

"here ya go, miss! and as always, enjoy!"

"wah! that looks amazing! 'scuse me, sir, but i will definitely have what she's having!"

cue a rich chuckle coming from the owner himself. "absolutely, young man. one beef udon comin' right up!"

you couldn't help but feel slighly annoyed at this man's childish behavior, ready to scold him as the words hung heavy against the tip of your tongue-

but upon seeing him for the first time, you felt them die against your throat. with messy locks of blond hair and eyes the color of smooth, hot chocolate. he was dressed in a jacket and a pair of jeans, but those worn converses were undeniable.

he was the chainsaw man; the same man you had dedicated your time trying to find.

the young man appears nervous from being scrutinized with your wide-eyed gaze, letting out a cough before saying, "uhm, long time no see?"

yet all you could manage was a shaky whisper of this single phrase: "chainsaw-"

but that was all you could say when he immediately places a hand over your mouth, looking panicked while darting his eyes around the area, "please, just call me denji."

3. interaction

"denji?" you test the sound of his name against your lips, repeating it a few times as the boy settled next to you slowly begins to turn pink in response.

"i like it." returning your attention back to the steaming bowl of udon, you grab your chopsticks and clasp your hands together, "thank you for this meal!"

you dig into your bowl of noodles, suddenly not minding denji's close proximity when he receives his own bowl of noodles just minutes later. he repeats your actions before slurping up his own noodles.

you ate in a comfortable silence, neither one of you speaking as you each simply enjoyed the bowl of udon. "you know, you're being kind of rude." denji wasn't facing you when he said that strange phrase.

"oh? and what makes me so rude?" you take casual sips of the broth, looking at the blond expectantly as a sheepish expression paints his features.

"well, you didn't tell me your name yet, and that's kinda what i wanted to know."

"hmm." you lick your lips, the sight of your actions not going unnoticed by denji as his eyes suddenly hones in on your lips. thinking that it was only fair that he know your name as well, you tell it to him and listen when he does the same thing you did with his name.

he repeats the syllables that make up your name a few times before grinning widely at you, "i think i like the sound of it."

you cheeks felt heated, and you continue to eat your bowl of udon, but this time, you could barely taste the deliciousness of the broth and how well it tied the noodles and the beef together. instead, your stomach kept twisting each time you felt denji purposely lean into you whilst enjoying his bowl.

within seconds, he finishes his meal entirely, leaving behind an empty bowl. digging into the pocket of his jeans, he places a few bills against the table, paying for your portion of the meal as well before beckoning you to follow him.

"come on, let's take a walk."

it was as though he put a spell on you, for that was all the urging from denji you needed to follow him wherever he went.

4. attraction

denji was by no means the cute and handsome boy of your dreams. he appeared disheveled, as if that were his fashion statement as he walked with a natural slumped posture. he keeps his hands hidden, buried deep within the confines of his jeans while keeping his gaze focused on the pavement in front of him.

"so you gonna ask me 'bout that night or what?"

his blunt words make you wince in response. "do you actually remember me?"

denji takes a look at you from the corner of his eyes. "hell yeah i do. can't ever forget a cute face like yours." he seems smug then, rubbing at the tip of his nose with the back of his hand all while smirking.

"heh, okay smartass." you purposely run your hip against his, making the smug expression falter as you continued to walk closely beside him.

"how long have you had such powers?"

"uh, since i was seventeen?"

"and how old are you now?"

"twenty."

you giggle, facing him with a smile on your face. "cool, so the chainsaw man is my age."

you continue to walk in silence, and from your periphery, you could see the way denji was turning red with a blush. even the tip of his ears was pink now, and it was truly such an adorable sight.

"so do you go around saving people from devils like a vigilante or something?"

"heh, nope! i only go around saving cute girls like yourself." he gives you another toothy grin, showing you its sharpness while running a hand through his unruly locks of hair. "the goal of it is to have the girl become so in love with me that she takes me back to her place, where she can show her thanks for me by spreading her legs as i lose myself in her."

you could feel your cheeks burn with the audacity of his wishes, trying to hold back your laughter as a snort ends up escaping from your lips. "and how's that working out for you?"

"ugh, terribly. here i am, in my twenties, and i'm still not getting any."

now, you couldn't hold back your laughter any longer as ugly snorts and giggles came out of you. denji was so refreshing to you, with his honesty and bluntness that delighted you in so many ways. you kept on laughing, with your stomach twisting in pain as denji simply stood there, watching you with an unreadable expression on his face.

you didn't know how long you just stood there, laughing like an idiot while in front of denji. finally calming down, you wipe the stray tears from your eyes and give him an apologetic smile. "sorry about that, denji. you're just so funny, so honest with your desires that i couldn't help but laugh at what a total guy you are."

but instead of joining you in your laughter, denji gently reaches out to you, allowing the back of his hand to brush against your cheek when he tells you in a breathless whisper,

"you're so fucking adorable. please, go on a date with me."

5. date

denji is so not your type.

he's definitely not your dream come true.

and to top it all off, he seems so shameless-

so what the hell prompted you to accept his invitation to a date saturday night?

was it due to the fact that he was the chainsaw man you had been searching for? was your intrigue with him due to the fact that he had literally saved your life?

you couldn't say for sure why denji fascinated you, but all you knew was that you were eager to get to know him better. something about him just drew you into him, and more than anything else, denji seemed to be drowning in his own loneliness.

something must have happened in his past, but you didn't dare bring up anything so personal when you've only met him a handful of times.

but you were willing to stick around and try.

with you dressed comfortably for your date with denji, you stand outside of your train station, waiting for him to appear. your eyes kept looking around for any signs of him, and the moment you had your gaze off of the streets was when you felt someone press themselves against your back.

you stiffen, about to scream had it not been for the teasing whisper of your name against your ear, "hey cutie, were you waiting for me?"

"d-denji!" he lets go of you then with a teasing smile on his face. dressed in a shirt and another pair of jeans along with his converses (his signature style, you suppose), he holds up his hands in mock surrender. "my bad my bad, didn't mean to scare ya. let's just get going, okay?"

placing a hand behind your back, he leads you inside the station, finally starting your date you had been anticipating.

6. holding hands

your date with denji ends up being the most fun you've had. he takes you to one of his favorite arcades located in the city, where you spent hours beating each other with the various games. whilst in the arcade, you shared an extra-large pepperoni pizza, laughing at all the funny faces he made and terrible jokes he tells you.

when you had your fill of the arcade, denji takes a hold of all the tickets you had won in combination with his, going up to the gift counter to exchange the tickets for a cute little teddy bear. he shows you the adorable plush, holding on to what looked like a sunflower within its brown paws. your smile couldn't be any wider, accepting the cute plush while giving it several kisses.

meanwhile, denji kept looking at you embracing the teddy bear tightly against your chest. he tries to convince himself that no, he was not getting jealous of some stupid teddy bear-

but ends up failing miserably.

"come on, it looks really nice out tonight. let's go out and admire the stars or something."

taking a hold of one of your hands, he interlocks them together with his fingertips. unconsciously, denji ends up shivering at the contact, swearing that he's never felt a hand so soft before while taking you away from the arcade.

7. first kiss

the teddy bear that denji had gotten for you was still settled safely on your lap as you sat with denji on the water fountain. the gentle gurgle of water was all that was heard as denji kept his gaze at the stars scattered above him.

you were feeling awkward now, pulling at your teddy bear's ears as you tried to find the right words to say to him. with your legs drawn up close to your chest, you sigh and decided that it was best to be honest with him.

"denji?"

"yeah?"

"i ah...i really had a great time with our date. it's been so long since i've been to an arcade, and i loved it."

"hm, that's good."

you shift uncomfortably beside him. "why are you acting like i'm such a nuisance now? didn't you have a good time as well?"

"you bet your cute ass i did."

you ignore his use of profanity at that moment, feeling your frustrations about to reach a boiling point. "then why aren't you acting like you're having a good time?!"

"because i'm consumed with thoughts of wanting to kiss you. but i don't wanna scare you off on our first date."

finally hearing his confession, you look at him to see him glaring at the sky, refusing to meet your gaze. his rough admission causes a surge of warmth to course through your veins, and you could feel yourself swallowing thickly as you tried to find the right words to say.

should i...? or should i not...?

with a sigh, you purposely slide closer to him, allowing your shoulders to meet with his as you rest your head against him. "then why don't you?"

your words causes denji to do a double take, whipping his head around so quickly that you were afraid he was going to break his neck. "w-what?"

"you heard me. i said why don't you kiss me already."

you figured denji would be filled with hot air now, puffing up his chest as he kissed you with confidence-

yet instead, you watch as denji becomes even redder in response. he hides his mouth from your curious gaze with his hand, eyes looking at anything but you.

"denji...?"

"j-just give me a damn minute, okay?! i-i never had a girl i wanted to kiss so badly actually let me kiss her before...!"

ah, so this boy was all bark and no bite after all.

with a smile on your face, you gently place a hand on his chin, forcing him to face you. his eyes appeared so hopeful, so needy for even an ounce of your affections. letting out a sigh of his name, you allow your lips to perfectly slant against his, giving him a kiss denji was sure to cherish for the rest of his life.

8. relationship

you couldn't quite put a label on whatever was going on between you and denji.

all you knew was that he made you happy. his presence measured up to that of the sun itself. despite his gruff language and perverted nature he tries to display, you found that he was so warm and kind. there were different aspects to denji's personality, and little by little, you were certain that you were slowly breaking down his walls.

tonight, denji had suddenly appeared at your apartment during the middle of the night. he looked half-asleep, with the way the dark circles seemed to darken beneath his eyes as his arms hung limply by his sides.

yet the moment he sees you, denji perks up immediately, taking you in his arms as he makes his way to your bedroom. when he lays down, settling you on top of him with your cheek pressed against his chest, you could feel the gentle beatings of his heart.

you felt so soft then, your affections for the man you had quickly grown so attached to-

but did he feel the same way?

you sigh, burying your face within his chest, tracing at the chainsaw cord that served as his means of turning into chainsaw man. denji immediately stops your hands from exploring any further, "no, don't. i don't want you to get hurt."

"what am i to you?" you whisper to him, feeling your insecurities take over as you played with the front of his shirt.

"hah?"

"have you been saving any other cute girls lately?" was the question you end up asking, refusing to meet his confused gaze as you kept the fabric of his shirt clutched tightly in your hand.

denji then takes a hold of your hands, freeing his shirt from their tight grip. you half expected him to leave you right then and there, feeling the tears begin to dot your vision as you fought to keep your breathing even.

you refused to cry, even when denji decides to leave you.

yet he blows all of your expectations out of the water when he clasps your hands together to press a kiss against the back of them. "nah, you're the only cute girl i wanna save."

taking your silence as proof that you had finally calmed down, he adjusts his hold on you so that you now lay within his arms, with his chest pressed against your back. you felt the way his body heat seemed to engulf you, trapping you in a safe cocoon as you smile in response.

"what am i to you?" you ask once more, this time with your voice ringing loud and clear from the confines of your room.

"isn't it obvious?" you feel the way denji lets out an exasperated breath against your hair. "you're my girlfriend, and i couldn't ask for anyone better than you."

9. love

life truly had a sense of humor.

never would you have ever expected to fall in love with someone like denji. when you first met him, he seemed so far away from what you considered your ideal type-

the one that was prim and proper, with an education that matches yours plus having great ambitions.

well, you suppose you could take back that last bit, since denji has shown you that he has plenty of ambition, even if they were a bit misplaced before he met you.

"i used to want to take over the world with my powers, you know? make all of japan bend to my will and get all the women and riches i desired."

he tells you of his dreams one night when you were both cuddling on the couch, watching some boring sitcom that you didn't bother to try and recall the title of. all of your focus was on denji and the way he softly smiled down at you.

"but now, that shit doesn't matter anymore. now that i got you in my arms, i feel as though every single one of my dreams have come true."

with a kiss filled with passion that you didn't even think denji was capable of, he holds you tightly within his arms while conveying all the emotions he held for you. the kiss was successful in taking your very breath away, eyes turning almost hazy with the sheer amount of love you had for the man that held you.

letting out a hoarse whisper of your name, denji rests his forehead against yours before confessing, "i fucking love you. you're everything a sad and pathetic man like me could ever ask for.

that's why, i'm gonna spend the rest of my fucking life protecting you and makin' you happy."

10. commitment

there was no way denji could sleep peacefully, not when he could spend the next hours watching you rest instead.

with a yawn, he carefully sits up from bed, allowing the blankets to slide off his body as he takes this chance to truly admire you. was his behavior a little strange? maybe, but truly, he didn't give a damn.

he finally found what he has always desired; the one thing he has craved for his entire life:

an unconditional love that he knew he would fight and die for. what started as him wanting to save a total babe from distress ends up leading him down the path he has always wanted- a dream come true.

with his right hand, he presses down against his chest where his heart still beat. he was comforted by the fact pochita would always be a part of him, protecting his heart while feeling each ounce of happiness whenever he was by your side.

"we finally did it, pochita. i finally reached my dreams."

when he finally decides to fall back asleep, he ends up bringing your body closer to him. with you now pressed against his bare chest, he could feel you smile in your sleep as you curled yourself even closer to him.

perhaps he should surprise you with that little, black velvet box currently hiding within his drawer in the morning after all.

a.n. - i have been listening to ajr's -ok overture- on repeat for days now, and the entirety of the song fits denji so well that i had to make this story for him 🥹 this is unedited, but i had such a blast writing it, and i hope you readers enjoyed it, too ♡

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#denji fluff #denji x reader #denji headcanons #csm x reader #csm x you #denji x you #chainsaw man x reader #.stories

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exhaustedcatte · 2 months

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Marauders Code

“We’ve got each other’s backs, no matter what,” the four wizards chanted as they performed a blood-binding oath illegally in their dormitory.

Remus was sent straight into McGonagall’s office, where she stared at him from behind her eyeglasses.

“Mister Lupin,” she raised a brow. “Sit, please.”

He sat, weary and suddenly tired of everything that had happened.

McGonagall exhaled sharply. “What’s this about you breaking a nose, then?”

Remus lifted his left shoulder listlessly, “He was being a dic– berk to Sirius and. Well. Yeah.”

He didn’t disclose that the three boys had spent the morning cheering up Sirius after the awful, long winded howler he’d gotten from home. And just when the boy had begun to laugh, that stupid fucking idiot Yaxley had come and rained over their progress.

But Remus’ pre-moon jitters had slithered down his arm, which shot out at the older boy’s nose, breaking it upon contact.

In the four years his friends had known him, Remus’d always been mild and patient. It helped his self-esteem to be something other than a monster, but exceptions, he’d come to learn, had to be made. Quite like Sirius Black.

James and Peter had stared at him with pure admiration and Sirius gaped at him with wide, grateful eyes.

“S’alright,” he’d said awkwardly when he retrieved his arm, unscathed, from a yowling Yaxley’s face. “Worth a detention.”

“Damn right!” James hollered, tackling Remus carefully, aware of his pre-moon pains, despite his excitement.

“Moony,” Peter breathed, “You’re brill!”

Remus offered a half smile as he followed a prefect down to McGonagall’s office.

That was fourth year.

In fifth year, Sirius was the one who was laden with detention.

He’d been skidding down the stairs using a dandy charm that him and Remus had been practising for a prank.

Sirius slid down the marble steps directly into a gossip session.

“He’s such a peacock,” one of them groaned.

“Gosh, I know! And did you see how he kept babying Pettigrew in Transfig? Like he’s some kind of genius, what a git!”

Sirius frowned. Peter? James was the one who partnered with—oh.

He listened closer, sneaking up on them from behind. And of course. Evans, MacDonald, McKinnon, Fortescue.

“Potter’s inflated ego–”

James had been assisting Peter with the lesson, one that Peter had read up on with Remus but while Remus had succeeded in his second try, Peter was struggling in his twenty second.

He was reassuring a boy who needed to be reminded that sometimes things take time and that was quite alright. That it didn’t speak to your intelligence or your capabilities. These girls, who hated James purely because he was smarter than them (okay, so Sirius knew James could be a right twat, but not this time), could go straight to hell.

Sirius grinned.

He followed them behind a Disillusionment charm that he’d perfected over the winter-break at Hogwarts and spelled every staircase they took to bring them back to the same hallway. After several attempts of them running away but landing right in front of the same charms classroom, he gave in and appeared in front of their frazzled beings.

“That’ll teach you not to speak on what you don’t know,” he said coldly.

Needless to say, McGonagall was furious at him for making them skip class and gave him a week of scrubbing trophies in Filch’s office. They became fast friends after that incident though, so no harm done.

James was running late.

He had to take notes for Remus, who was lying stock still in the infirmary, Skele-gro working on his bones. Sirius was keeping watch, having dropped Herbogy in their sixth year; he had Os in every subject, he could drop anything he wished.

James dashed into the Greenhouses right behind Sprout, barely squeezing in as the glass doors slid shut. Peter waved from their spot in the corner.

Their lesson was not very fun since they were with the know-it-alls. Ravenclaws were either amiable, or they had claws.

“You’d think he’d handle plants better, with how much he eats them,” Billy whatsit sneered at Peter.

Peter wilted like his Aconite. James felt fury rise in his throat.

“Gluttony,” one girl simpered cruelly.

“Look at those love handles on him,” a third one said. “I don’t understand how he’s a Marauder.”

“Pity friendship, I think. One would think he’s a Squib,” Billy gurgled.

James rose to his feet. “Professor Sprout? I think Billy Blabbermouth and his lackeys are having trouble here.”

The class turned to them.

He hexed the trio publicly. It was a silly one, helped jog your memory, repeat your previous words (he’d used it plenty on Sirius when he was fumbling around Remus like a shy maiden).

Billy and his friends looked aghast as their disgusting words came pouring out at Sprout’s face. She took a hundred points off them, and handed detention for the next two weeks.

“Thanks James,” Peter whispered.

“Of course, mate.”

James also got detention for hexing a student in class, but he took it happily, Remus was minding that detention as Prefect anyway.

In their last year, Remus had come back with a long wooden cane, much to his chagrin.

His body couldn’t carry his weight right after the moons, so he’d been forced into a magnificent cane with a golden lion at the head. They had tried to make him feel better about it but Remus was a creature of self-reliance, of pride.

Remus hated it, Peter knew.

It happened on their way to breakfast.

Peter was behind the other three boys, voted as the one to lie to Mary about their Halloween plans (they were planning on transforming all the beds into pumpkins; no, they weren’t going to be creepy about it—mirror charms, duh), when Davey Smith traipsed past them and tripped Remus.

Remus fell down like a bag of bricks, red-faced and irate, unable to retaliate after the moon and otherwise (monster, monster, Remus chanted to himself to prevent himself from snapping, Peter knew).

Sirius and James helped him up, jaws locked with anger, as their first priority was to check on their friend.

Smith jeered. “Feet useless, cane broken, face cut up. What kind of an ugly invalid are you, Lupin?”

Davey Smith, jealous of Remus simply because he’d been asked out by Davey’s crush. What a piece of work.

“Sirius, no. James, put your wand down,” Remus sighed. “Smith, kindly get lost.”

Peter smiled. He’d not been warned. “Sorry, Mary, duty calls!”

He turned into Wormtail behind an armour and scurried up an unsuspecting Davey’s pant leg.

Wormtail bit into the Hufflepuff’s flesh.

Davey howled.

McGonagall swept into the hall, took one look at Remus, at the anger tinged faces of James and Sirius and at Peter’s self-satsified expression. Then she noticed Davey, who was flopping about the hallway embarrassingly.

“Mr Pettigrew,” McGonagall ground out tightly, “I don’t know what you’ve done, but his thigh is bleeding! Detention for the week. And Mr Smith, we will have a Talk after Madam Pomfrey is done with that gash. No Hogsmeade for the rest of the term for you.”

Peter smiled benignly. “I’ll be there, professor.”

She whisked Smith away, scolding him for hurting her kids, no doubt.

“Pete! That was fab!” Sirius laughed and James thumped his back. “Wish I could’ve given him rabies, but you might’ve done me up with plague.”

Remus was rolling his eyes, but a smile was hooking his mouth up in the corners, “I should know better by now, eh? Of course one of you will rush to defend my honour.”

“It’s what you deserve Moony,” Peter said, smiling.

Really, they’d always have each other’s backs. Until the very end.

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phoniexrose02 · 6 months

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Double shift.

Robby Keene x Black! Reader

Dom! Reader ⚠️ Pegging

Smutt~ 🍃🍆

Robby Groans as he Entered his Apartment, the 12 hour Shift He'd Just Worked Finally Taking a Toll on his Body. He Eased a Bit Smelling Whatever you Were Cooking in the Kitchen, He Walked inside With a Smile as he Found you over the stove. You Wore a Sports Bra an a Pair of His Boxers with your Hair Wrapped in a Scarf, He Slowly Approached taking Note of you Blasting Headphones and tapped at your shoulder.

You Yelped Before Swinging Back at him, Robby Grabbing your Thrown Punch."Shit Robby! I thought I was Alone!" You Pulled the Buds From your Ears as Robby Greeted you with a Kiss on the Cheek." I'm just glad your Using what I Taught you" he Said With a Giggle Before Averting his Eyes to the Stove." I'm Making Smothered pork chops, thought you'd be Hungry after Your Double"

"How was it? Long??" He Grumbled Wrapping his Arms around her waist While She continued to Cook."Very...very Long..." He Laid his Head on your Shoulders as he Watched you."Sounds Tense. Watch the Stove for me?" You Dropped to your Knees Completely Confusing your Boyfriend."Uh...wha? what as you Doing??"

"Releasing tension~" his Face became Red as you Pulled his Pants letting his Dick Spring Free, His Red Leaking Tip standing at Attention."Damn Pretty Boy, You been Bricked all Shift?" You started to Stroke at his Dick that was Hot to the Touch, It Made you Hot to see him Excited. He Whimpered as you Gave his Red Tip a Small Kitten Lick, your Tongue Piercing Making Him Shiver as you Did So.

Cum Here.

He Bit his Lips as he Read the Small Words on the Piercing, as you Slowly started to Suck Down his Dick. He Shivered Setting a Hand on the Counter To keep himself Up, You Rested Behind his Thighs as he Finally Fit the Back of your throat."Oh Fuck~" You Hummed Happily As you started Sucking Him Off, Every Twitch, Every Jerk of his Dick In your Mouth Made you Purr While you watched his Face Twist in Pleasure. He Gripped the Counter as his Legs started to Shake, He Nearly Fell Over as you used your Piercing to Lick at his balls."Oh Fuck! Fuck! I Can't!~" You Hummed in Disapproval as he Grabbed your Chin Pulling yo u Off With a Wet Pop, He Shivered As you Stood Up His Hands still Holding your Face as you Continued to stroke his Dick, you kissed Him Driving another Soft Moan from his Lips.

"I think I gotta Relax for a Sec..I think that Extra Shift Did a Number on me, and I don't want your Food To Burn because of me..."

You Giggled as he Struggled to get the Words out. Turning the Stove off an turned your Attention Back to Him."It's Been Done Since I started, Just Wanted to Blow you~" he Leaned himself against the Counter as you Let him Go and Headed to the Bed Room." Let's Head to Our Bed Than I Re-Uped, Thought you'd wanna Relax After 12 Looong Hours~"

You Could Tell His Body was Tired Working, So Why Not Relax in Your a nice Comfy Bed.

"Wait, What about Dinner??" He Started to Strip himself Of his Clothes, Caring Little about leaving them In the Middle Kitchen Floor. " It'll Taste Better After some Grass!" You Yelled from the Bedroom, As he Entered He found you Digging around your Nightstand For Equipment.

"Take a Lay Pretty Boy~ Let me take Care Of you" As he Laid on the Bed you made your Way to the Closet pulling a Green Strap-on from it as Robby Pulled the a Clear Bag Full of the luscious Greens Nugs from Their nightstand, you Strapped the Toy to your Waist as Robby Rolled a Blunt in the Meantime.

"Damn you Look hot~"

You Chuckled as he Gave your Ass a Slap Holding the Finished Blunt in his Mouth, As he Lit it You Slipped Back Between His Thighs an Gently started Stroking his Dick Again."I Hope you don't have Work Tomorrow~" He Took a Long Drag Before Leaning in for a Passionate Smokey Kiss."Mm Off Till Monday Baby~" You smiled as you started to Kiss down his Neck, Jerking his Dick Painfully Slow.

You started Kissing Lower an Lower Watching Puff away as the MaryJ, He Shivered as you Finally Made it to his Red Tip an Gave it a Gentle Kiss. You Pulled your Boyfriends Legs over your Shoulders as you let your Tongue Lick down his Dick and Balls."No Teasing,Please Baby~" You Hummed at his Quiet Begging Before Finally Letting yourself Rim the Young Man, He let out Satisfied Moan an Laid Back as you Continued your Double Trouble on Him, your Tongue on his Ass while you Jerked at his Dick.

After Awhile you'd shoved your Finger in Him Stretching Him Open an Relocated your Mouth Back to his Dick, One hand Massaging his Balls While another Stretched him Open While you Basically Deep throated his Cock.

He Was a Moaning Mess.

"Oh God! FuckFuckFuck!!~" He Set The Roach into the Ashtray and Let his Hands Rest on the Back of your Neck, the Silver on his Rings Cool to your Skin. He Was shaking and Close to Release so You Decided to Give him what He wanted an Let him Control you, He was Soon Cumming down your Throat With a strained Groan. He pulled you off an Opened your Mouth for Rough Kiss and He Hummed Tasting himself.

"What do we Say SweetBoy?~"

"Thank you My Queen~"

You Reached Over to your Stand Grabbing the Lube that you'd Pulled out Earlier, You Lubed the Toy First Before Applying the Cool Gel to his Ass."You Ready SweetBoy?~" He Nodded as you pulled his Legs Over your Thighs and Position the Toy at his Tip, His Dick was Already Hard again an his Head Fuzzy from the Weed. You slowly Eased the Toy into him Watching For any Signs of Pain, he Gripped the Sheets, his Face showed at bit of Discomfort It Swiftly Changed to Pleasure as you Seated the Rest Deep Inside."Mm~" he Huffed at you Rested your Warm hands against his chest, Making his Look Directly at you."Please Fuck me Angel~"

With His Confirmation you Began you Gentle Thrust, Moving your Hands Back to his Legs that had Wrapped Tightly Around your Waist. His Mewls an Filled your Ears, But not Quite. He Roughly Gripped your Shoulders as He Laid Helpless To the Fat Strap."Harder Please~" he Quietly Asked and Began your Harsh Rutting. He Nearly Screamed as you Hit his Special Point Digging his Nails into you as you Fucked him Hard, His Moans Louder and Full of Bliss as you Continued to Hit the Spot.

That's More like it~

You started Jerking at his Dick trying to Match your Hips, an he Pulled himself Closer Your Warm Titts Now Smashed into his Chest , He Rested his Head in the crook of neck Moaning in your Ear as you Continued your Brutal Fucking."Oh Fuck! I'm Gonna Cum Angel!~ Please Make me Cum~" Your Speed up your Thrust an Robby Responded to Each Pounding with a Whimper, as you started to Jerk Him Faster He Shivered and Jerked against you Before Finally Spilling his Load. His Cum Painted Both your Stomachs and Even the Strap a Lot as you Slowly pulled it From his Hole. He collapsed Into the Pillows Panting an Red in the Face.

"Your Godsent My Queen~"

You Unbuckled the Toy From your Waist Before Hoping off the Bed." I'm gonna Clean this an Clean you Up too, You alright?" He Silently Nodded and Closed his Eyes still Coming down him his High. You Kissed at his Cheek Before Retreating to Bathroom to Clean yourself and the Toy, you Came Back with a Rag Only to Find your Handsome Boy Lightly Snoring. You Cleaned Him up and Careful Slipping him into a Pair of Boxers, as you Pulled the Covers over his Sleeping Figure you let you Hands Roam to his Pretty Sleeping Face Planning a Kiss to his Forehead.

"Sleep Tight SweetBoy.."

More Cobra Kai

#black reader #cobra kai #cobra kai smut #cobra kai x reader #robby keene #Robby Keene x Black! Reader #robby keene x reader #robby keene smut #Vanilla Brown Pound #Cobra Kai x Black! Reader #tanner buchanan

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ghouljams · 9 months

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Price never saying no to goose for anything. Even questionably dangerous or reckless things he’d just do them with her because god damn if she didn’t have everything she wanted.

It's like you have a direct line to my brain. Price is such a pushover for his little girl, and Goose is truly a daddy's girl because of it. He was there for every tea party, and every dance recital. But he also taught her how to shoot, took her on mechanical bulls, and put a mattress under the hayloft when she said she wanted to jump off of it.

Anyway here's some Price family fluff with baby Goose.

You really didn't know what to expect when you told Price you were pregnant. It wasn't like it was great timing. You were both in school, looking forward to careers with little room for little ones. You were barely married for crying out loud, only having signed the documents to get your boy- your husband out of the barracks.

The way his eyes light up when he spots the positive pregnancy test, the way he holds your face and tells you he wants it, "No matter how hard it is, we'll make it work." You believe him, without question you believe in the conviction behind his words. You've never known John Price to be a dishonest man, and you hardly think this is where he'd start lying to you.

"What about the RMAS? Med School? Maybe we should wait." You grip his wrists, both of you searching the others eyes. The fear and excitement, the absolute trust in each other, you may not have been married long but you've known since you met him that Price won't let you fall if he isn't there to catch you.

"What do you want to do?" He asks you so gently you think it might be easier if he was shouting at you. You think of how hard it'll be. You think of the sleepless nights, struggling to care for a baby and study for exams. You think of Price getting deployed and being away for long periods, leaving you alone with a baby. You think of your parents, and how they never would have traded you for anything in the world.

Months later you sit in the hospital with an anatomy textbook open and your husband rocking the sweetest baby you've ever seen, and you think you can absolutely do this.

You're home for the summer with a toddler and a very jetlagged husband on leave from special forces. Price and your daughter squint in the Texas sun as you pat sunscreen onto both of them. You mom yells to you from the house and you give very clear instructions to both of your flight risks to stay where they are while you go see what she needs.

When you come back you brother is handing your baby up to Price. Settling her in front of him on the saddle before taking off. You nearly faint watching your daughter bounce excitedly as the horse gallops across the pasture. You swear loud enough for your brother to hear and don't bother censoring yourself while giving him a piece of your mind. He graciously offers his horse for you to go make sure nothing happens to them.

You find Price holding your daughter up to pet down the nose of one of the cows in the paddock. Her tiny fingers, scrunching in the hair on top of its head before Price can coax her to let go. She smiles at you so brightly you almost forget to be mad about the unexpected field trip.

Price adjusts Goose's grip on the rifle, the gun dwarfing her little hands. She presses her cheek against the body of it to look down the sight at the target. The strap is wrapped tight around her arm just like he'd showed her, and you think you should really be used to this by now. It's harder to be calm about this sort of thing when it's your kid. Still, you can't think of a better teacher than your husband.

"Deep breaths," Price tells her, his hand braces her shoulder where the butt of the gun rests, "don't rush yourself if you're not sure."

"I know daddy." Goose tells him, you've never known a more confident kid. It's all Price's fault for encouraging her. Not that you mind, you'd rather your kid be self assured and friendly than the alternative. You'd be worried more about Goose favoring her father if she didn't follow you like a shadow.

The shot that rings through the air is followed immediately by Price's praise. His grin over his shoulder at you to make sure you're watching as he ruffles your daughter's hair melts your heart.

You think Price is better suited for life on the ranch than you'd first thought. Your summers in the states are starting to almost feel more like home than your flat back in England. Especially when Price grabs you passing by the barn and pulls you inside. An arm hooked around your waist as you laugh and push at his chest, his lips catching yours with a smile.

It's slow and indulgent. Just the two of you enjoying each other's affection. He smells warm from the sun, must've just come in from the pasture. It makes you a little giddy that his first thought was to grab you as soon as he could. Giddy enough to hold his face and pull him close in the middle of the barn. He lets a pleased noise hum against your lips, hands sliding into the back pockets of your jeans.

Just when his tongue slides against your lips do you hear your child go, "Ewww, gross."

Her gap toothed smile grins down at you from the hayloft. The little straw cowboy hat your mom get for her really finishes off her look of too big overalls and pink cowboy boots. Price let's you go to stand under the overhang. He gestures with his hands and Goose scrambles to stand.

"Alright baby, don't wanna worry your momma, come on down." Price calls up, and you shake your head, knowing full well what your troublemakers are going to do. Goose backs up to take a running start before jumping off the loft, and landing with a flurry of giggles in your husband's arms.

Worry is such a strong word. Since you met Price you don't think you've worried about anything. At least not anything important, not about your safety or your future. How could you with him here?

It's different when he's deployed, when you can only talk to him on the phone, and even then only at certain times. But you've never worried when he told you he'd be home. He wouldn't leave you or Goose for the world, not if he can help it.

"Didn't know you were married," Soap tells Price as he hands him his papers.

"And I'd prefer we keep it that way," Price nods, "You know how this job goes. The less people know the better." Soap nods, looks over the boarding passes, flips through the leave notices.

"All the way in America, eh?" Soap grins, "Didn't know you were into stars and stripes."

"Don't make me regret trusting you MacTavish," Price's tone is deadly, serious enough to make the dead stand at attention, "If I ever hear you blabbing about them."

"I'm not gonna be babysitting any rugrats while I'm there, am I?"

"Just the one," Price smiles a little despite himself, "You'll like her."

"Feel like I don't even know you anymore," Soap jokes with a shake of his head, "Anything else I should know?"

"Just," Price takes a breath, eyes somewhere far away, "tell 'em I'm sorry I couldn't be there myself, and be on your best behavior. Those girls are the best thing to ever happen to me and I'll be damned if I gotta hear about you doing something stupid like-" He fishes for something plausible but ridiculous, "-like burning down the barn."

"I'll keep away from the explosives, Sir."

#captain john price #captain price x reader #captain price x oc #john price x oc #oc: duck #oc: Goose #Price is a family man nothing can convince me otherwise #the way he cares for the 141 only further convinces me #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #and then Soap does almost burn down the barn pretty immediately #I should write more Price and Duck because they're just tooth rotting #cowboy!Price

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wonjns · 2 years

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tamed studies ✐

🖇️° pairing; xu minghao x male reader

🖇️° genre; smut

🖇️° summary; classic trope of the mean idiot and the patient tutor... but uh, did i mention the tutor was a super sexy chinese exchange student who happens to specialize in brat taming??

🖇️° includes; bottom!malereader, dom!hao, degradation, orgasm denial, slight impact play, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex (dont irl!!)

🖇️° WC; 4.3k (oh my god)

° AN; this was a request !! i feel bad because i was asked to do this forever ago but i’m glad to be posting my first requested work. i tried to make it longer and worth the read in order to make up for taking so long to write it. im not rlly ur everyday tumblr blogger or fic writer so its exciting for me ! lmao @megggegg

you were,,, a brat. sort of.

no, not sort of, you were actually just a jerk. and severely spoiled.

highschool life was hard, and college life proved itself to be even harder, especially now that you attended one of the highest reputable universities in the nation. you were up to your neck in classes, and while you performed decently in most of them, math was a travesty. being the freshman that you were, your parents had big expectations and high hopes that you would follow in the oh-so-successful footsteps of your older brother, junhui, who was in his senior year.

jun was a prodigy - a so called “genius” by your parents who would sing his praises constantly for his ability to excel in every academic subject he touched. naturally, due to his success in school, your parents expected the same of you. every brunch and social that was held in your family’s country club would somehow end up in your mother preaching about how ‘her two beautiful sons were going to become the best doctors the community as ever seen’ - and when your skills clearly weren’t up to par with your older brother’s, it caused you to grow resentful to both him and your parents, the feeling being quite reciprocated.

you became frustrated that no matter the amount of shopping sprees or days off you took, you couldn’t seem to settle down and wrap your head around statistics. instead of remaining level-headed and talking out your struggles with your family, your pride forced you to swallow it all up and only express yourself through tantrums... much like what you were doing right now.

“AND IF YOUR GPA DROPS EVEN A SMIDGE LOWER, WE’RE NOT PAYING FOR YOU TO ATTEND SCHOOL ANY LONGER!” your mother shouted as you stomped your way up your home’s marble staircase, attempting to dismiss yourself from yet another argument.

“YOU WOULDN’T DARE! your little reputation couldn’t handle the embarrassment when all your friends find out.” you spat.

“that’s damn right! you’re getting your education one way or another, so its best you get ready for community college then.” your father joined in at your mother’s side.

you froze in place, hand lingering on your door knob. community college?! you almost threw up in your mouth. you let out an exasperated yell, slamming your door. the echo of the force travelled down the hall to jun’s room. out of curiosity, he steps out from behind his own door and sees your parents huffing away back to their own chambers. he cocks an eyebrow and walks down to your room, knocking gently.

“y/n? what was that all ab-” he speaks lowly, but you cut him off, your voice still very much shouting.

“go the hell away!”

“well damn, dude, I just wanted to ask what was wrong.” he quips.

“thanks for you concern, asshole, but I don’t remember it being your business.” you call back, sinking your head deeper into your pillow as you scroll angrily through your phone.

junhui sighs and goes downstairs to calm your obviously seething parents, aiming to talk them down from making any rash decisions for you. despite your attitude, jun was a pretty sweet older brother, and knew you just needed a bit of help rather than be withdrawn from university all together.

it’s not like you cared though.

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one week later, you heard another knock at your door.

making sure to groan in extra loud annoyance so that whoever was on the other side knew they were already pissing you off, you sat up in bed. you heard the knock again, this time followed by your mom’s voice.

“y/n, come down stairs. now.” was all she stated before walking away.

what could she possibly want at 1:00 in the afternoon? you grumbled, throwing on a hoodie before literally rolling out of your king sized mattress. you shuffled your feet along the floor as you walked down stairs.

as soon as you reached the common area, your eyes slightly widened as you were greeted with the sight of a tall, tan skinned boy with round glasses sitting on the edge of his nose. he set a large assortment of textbooks down at the table next to him as he conversed with your parents. you simply stopped in your tracks as you stared at the.... admittedly beautiful, man.

his hair practically shined in the natural lighting, and his shoulders were broad. his lips were plump and the perfect shade of pink, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his sharp jawline or the way it would flex when he smiled or how his adams apple teasingly bounced when he chuckled at something your parent’s said.

it seems you were caught in the middle of your trance, as your dad waved his hand from where he was standing.

“y/n?”

you blinked a couple times as you snapped out of it, realizing you were biting your lips. you slightly blushed when you noticed all of their eyes were focused on you, especially this new stranger’s shining orbs.

“who’s this?” you speak up, adding slight attitude in your voice to cover up your obvious gawking.

“this is minghao, a friend of your brother’s. he’ll be your new tutor until you pick your grades up.” your mom replies, and the boy slightly bows his head while he smiled down at you.

“T-TUTOR?” you gasp, a bit over-dramatically. “what the hell do I need a tutor for? i’m not in elementary school.” you claim, stomping your foot down.

“well until you stop getting these third grader scores on your tests, this is what we’re doing. you start today, and you don’t have a say in the matter.” your mom chimes in, never dropping her snarky smile.

“today!? it’s saturday-”

“anyways,” your mother continues, interrupting you. “we’re going out for the day, but jun will be back soon. we told him you should be well into your lesson by the time he’s here, alright?”

“yes, maam.” minghao chimed enthusiastically, giving her a thumbs up.

you rolled your eyes and groaned once more, huffing out a sigh when you at the at large table with all of the textbooks. when your parents left, minghao took a seat across from you, sitting as if he were waiting for you to say something first.

“you have a beautiful home..” he finally spoke, looking around and spotting the chandelier above the staircase.

“yea yea, that’s what they all say. you can just get on with the bullshit, i guess. it’s not like i’m gonna pay any attention.” you respond in a bored tone, propping your head up against your hands.

minghao furrowed his brows at you as you tried to avoid his eyes, but you couldn’t stop yourself from awkwardly peeking. the older male sighs and spreads out the textbooks before mumbling something about getting started, opening the first book. it read statistics - an instant turn off for you.

30 minutes into the first lesson and minghao peered at you, catching you on your phone for the umpteenth time. he sighed, setting his calculator down.

“listen, I know you don’t wanna go through this, but your parents are trusting me to make sure you don’t fail another class. I sit next to your brother in a lot of our classes and he’s practically a genius, so I know you have it in you too.”

you rolled your eyes yet again, narrowing your gaze at minghao. his eyes sort of sparkled, looking a little too cute as he pleaded for you to cooperate, but this only stirred you to piss him off more. you smirked as you ignored him, bringing your phone back up to your face.

this caused minghao to scoff in disbelief.

“y/n, look at me.” he spoke, causing your grin to grow wider as you ignored him.

however, he opened his mouth again and this time your smile dropped completely.

“look at me, now.”

the tone in his voice was completely different - much lower than previously and demanding. you looked up from your phone and chills ran wild across your skin from the glare you caught from him. his eyes lost their sparkle, and instead looked like a deep, dark brown abyss.

“put your phone down.”

you could’ve swore a spell was cast on you, because you dropped your phone on the table just a little too fast for your own liking. this caused a shit-eating grin to grow on minghao’s face, one that lit your skin on fire.

he stood from his seat, leaning across the table closer and closer to you. he stopped a couple inches from your face, and his vanilla cologne surged through your senses.

“that’s a good boy... why are you listening so easily now?” he asked as he picked up your phone, putting it in his pocket without moving his face any farther from yours.

you gulped, trying to get back in your groove. you furrowed your brows at him, scooting back on your own accord.

“s-shut up. I’m just finally ready to get this lesson over with so you can get out of my house.” you sneered. but he wasn’t buying it, not one bit.

he sat back into his chair, eyes never leaving you. the truth was that he caught how in between your attempts to ignore him, he followed how your eyes lingers on his long, beautiful fingers when he would turn the page or type in the calculator. minghao was very observant, and it was biting you in the ass.

“come over here and sit by me.” he ordered, patting the empty chair next to him.

“no... and give me my phone back!” you retorted.

“you need a closer look at the reading. the sooner you just listen the sooner you can tweet all you want.”

you sat in contemplation for a while, before groaning and getting up. you made your way hesitantly around the table before placing yourself in the seat beside minghao. you were growing annoyed of yourself - why were you caving for his demands so easily?

he sat and stared at you for a while, a smirk evident on his annoyingly handsome face. you parted your lips to ask him what was his deal, but before you could utter a sound he reached out and grabbed one of your chair legs, scooting you closer until your shoulders were merely centimeters apart. he then leaned down to your ear, speaking lowly despite you two being the only ones in the house.

“i know your problem... you’ve just never had anyone simply take control, have you?”

you felt your face turn red, and you instantly scooted back from him.

“wh- what the hell are you talking about?!” you ask, sounding almost offended.

minghao did nothing but chuckle and drag you right back into his space before casually turning back to the textbooks. he resumed the tutoring session as if nothing happened, meanwhile you tried to stabilize your breathing. you had no idea what this dude’s problem was, but he somehow had an excitement bubbling deep down within you.

an hour goes by, and like magic you’re suddenly more intrigued in the lesson. it was like he had you under hypnosis with his cologne, because you slowly followed along when he spoke and were understanding more of the material.

then, he began to quiz you. he asked you to solve a formula for him, and when you actually managed to identify x correctly, he brought one of his large hands down to rest at an exposed part of your thigh - thanks to your small gym shorts. your breath hitched when he squeezed it gently, offering you praise.

“nice job. now look at this graph and....”

his voice trailed off in your mind as you couldn’t get your eyes to leave his warm hand at your thigh. it felt so soft, and encased your leg so effortlessly. his thumb rubbed the smallest and softest circles into your thigh as he spoke, but stopped when you heard your name called once more.

“y/n? did you hear me?” he spoke, pretending as if he hadn’t caught you lingering on his hand.

“o-oh, yeah, whatever. it’s right here.” you answer, pointing to a spot on a complicated looking chart. you were fully guessing, but didn’t want him to know you were distracted.

“wrong.”

this time, he squeezed your thigh with stronger force, causing you to gasp.

“the hell are you doing!” you call out, scooting back out of your chair.

minghao was fast, though, because before you could actually move away he caught your wrist, pulling you in and quickly situating you on his lap. you squirmed, but didn’t exactly try to leave as he brought both hands to massage both sides of your thighs this time.

“you were doing so good, what’s wrong?” he whispered from behind you, his warm breath against the nape of your neck causing visible goosebumps to rise.

you gripped the table infront of you for stability, trying your best to keep a whine from leaving your throat.

“I-.....I.... uhm, I-” you stuttered. you were desperately trying to find a witty comment to spit out, but it was like you completely lost your mojo, how frustrating.

“next question,” he spoke, lightly nipping your earlobe with his teeth.

you flinched, and genuinely couldn’t speak. his scent and ministrations into your soft thighs were completely overriding your ability to focus. he pulled the hems of your shorts back so that he could massage higher up on your thighs, the sensation causing everything he was saying to fade into the background of your mind as it started hazing over.

“know the answer this time?” you heard him ask, and nervousness overcame you when you realized you hadn’t heard a single thing he’s said.

you began mumbling, eyes trying to make sense of the worksheets in front of you. you feel his hand reach around your front before landing on your clothed bulge, which, much to your embarrassment, had already grown into a hard erection.

minghao chuckled loudly, “no wonder you can’t concentrate, you’re all worked up. aw.”

he gave your member one good quick squeeze, the stimulation causing you to yelp in shock. your hand shot down to grip on to his wrist, your breathing becoming labored. you tried to look over your shoulder at him, but his free hand came up to cup your jaw, forcing your head back to the textbook. you suddenly felt his own hard-on straining in his pants, pushing into your lower back.

“minghao, i-”

“i hope you get this next one right... or we can pack it up and call it a day?” he spoke, his voice holding a teasing tone.

“n-no! no, i can answer it.” you responded, sounding way too desperate.

he bit his lower lip in a smirk, and went on to explain the next formula and percentages normally, as if you weren’t propped on his lap. when it was your turn to answer, you felt utterly clueless. you struggled enough to even pay attention to each word that fell off his tongue in the first place

“answer me, bitch.” he warned, his grip on your cock from the outside of your shorts slowly tightening again.

“n-n-nintey two! the percentage of x is 92″ you fumbled out, squeezing your eyes shut as it was practically guess work.

“...excellent job.”

you let out a sigh of relief, loosening your tight hold on your calculator. you felt the exact plump lips you had admired this past hour and a half begin placing light, feathery kisses down the back and sides of your neck, minghao releasing his hold on your member. you whined at the loss of feeling, but your breath hitched as you felt him beginning to pull at your short’s drawstrings. you sat completely still while his lips worked into a soft spot on your neck, and he untied your drawstrings at an agonizingly slow pace.

you forced yourself to maintain your breathing when he finally loosened them, slowly reaching into your pants without a word. he began palming your bare length as he kissed harder into your weak spot, sucking a red mark into your throat. you moaned, wondering how you even found yourself in this situation, yet not wanting it to stop.

“maybe you’re not a dumbass after all, just a little slut.” he murmured into your skin. his words made your skin feel even hotter, but it still sprung your attitude right back into action.

“I probably would’ve gotten them right sooner if I had a tutor who wasn’t a horny asshole.” you respond, leaning your head back on to his shoulder as his hands work you.

however, he stopped all his movements, groaning as his teeth sunk into your soft spot. you whimpered at the jolt, almost regretting your comment as you bucked your hips into his frozen hand desperate for more of the pleasure.

“is that so? let’s keep going then.”

he brought his hand away from your erection and gripped your jaw again, forcing your head up and at the math problems before you.

minghao went on to read out the graph to you, but this time brought his tongue down to your collarbone, drawing circles into your sensitive skin in between his sentences. you squirmed under him but he gripped your hips still, making it impossible for you to seek any kind of pleasure on his lap.

you took deep breaths in between his pauses as he took his time ravaging your exposed skin, moving your hoodie aside so he could claim more territory with colorful marks. you dug your fingers into his legs, begging him to get on with it. he chuckled quietly before licking his way back up to your ear before finishing the word problem.

“so? whats the solution, little boy?” he asked, his hand finding its way back into your pants. he stroked along your length as you gathered up the willpower to speak, the pleasure becoming too much to function.

your mind raced, hopelessly looking for clues to the answer. you tried to focus, but as the long silence dragged on you felt yourself inching closer to your orgasm, finding it impossible to keep your eyes racked on the calculator. when you couldn’t handle it anymore, you summoned an answer out of thin air hoping it was correct so that minghao could just finish you off, you were so close.

“t-...the solution would be to plug the integers into the denominal fraction!” you sputtered, minghao’s hand speeding up its stroking.

just as you gave your answer, your felt minghao’s face draw next to your ear, and keys jingling at your front door - your older brother jun stepping in.

“incorrect.”

and he ceased his actions, pushing you off his lap.

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ever since then, you were obsessed with your tutor. you’re not sure if it was the thrill of almost being caught by junhui, or the frustration of having your release so cruelly denied by minghao, but each week it seemed like you would get worse at math intentionally.

the brattier you were to minghao, the more dominant he was with you - and it was intoxicating. it was a constant back & forth in the secrets of your own studying whenever it was just you two in the house, although you found it pretty hard to control yourself that one time in which junhui was still upstairs.

this week, the house was empty and the textbooks hadn’t even been opened yet before you were straddling minghao’s lap and making out. he barely had time to set his bag down and take a seat before your lips were quick to take action, devouring each other. his hot open mouthed kisses caused your mind to gloss over, moaning wantonly when his tongue pressed against yours.

when you ground your hips down on his semi-hard bulge, his hands wrapped around your waist to keep you still. you whined at him, trying to chase the friction.

“we need to start our lesson for the day.” minghao sighed. “your results last week were good, but we have a lot of work to do.”

“nooo,” you fussed at him, squeezing his shoulders. “i don’t care about the math anymore, let’s take a week off.”

you continued to aggressively kiss him before he could protest. however, minghao soon peeled his lips away from yours, the satisfying sound ringing in your ears.

“no breaks. you need to behave, y/n.” he warned, which only made you giggle before diving back into his plush lips.

god, he tasted amazing. your lips worked eagerly against his before you felt a hard smack on your ass. you jumped, whimpering at the sting his large hand caused you. you looked minghao in the eyes with an angry pout, and that only landed you another spank on your other cheek.

minghao shifted you around his lap until your back was pressed against the wooden table. he brought a hand up to wrap around your throat, forcing you keep eye contact with him.

“are you ready to be a good student now?”

you shook your head, growing aggravated. you had studied so much and now all you could think of was your brothers sexy best friend whom you willfully let control you each week. you needed him, badly. and he knew it.

minghaos hand never left your throat, and you watched his eyes study you, contemplating what he should do next. eventually, he released a slight hum, an idea seemingly coming to him like a light bulb.

“alright, fine.” he finally spoke aloud, pushing the textbooks off of the table in one swoop. he then stood, holding your underarms to lift you from his lap on to the table.

“if you can pass a pop quiz, we don’t have to study today.”

you eagerly nodded your head in compliance, cooperating as he pressed a hand to your chest and lowered you until you were flat-backed on your table. he began stripping you of your pants and boxers, leaving your bottom half exposed to the cold air. you licked your lips when you watched him start to remove his belt, but felt your excitement grow dim when he stopped after only undoing a few buttons.

he crawled on to the table, one hand resting next to your head as he hovered over you. the other came and started palming your exposed cock, allowing it to grow hard. when your eyes wandered down to watch his ministrations, he called your name sharply, shifting your attention back to him.

“you get 5 chances.” he told you, and you nodded.

damnit, those were the hardest questions of your life.

you had managed to get three wrong right off the bat, and minghao sinisterly chuckled at you each time you whimpered at him grinding his clothed hips to your needy and exposed bottom half.

“you dumb bitch... only two chances left.” he taunted, wiggling his two fingers infront of your face. he then took his two digits and prodded them at your lips.

you sighed when you took his elegant fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them like a melting popsicle. your eyes rolled back from the satisfaction. he withdrew his long fingers from your mouth earlier than you liked, and began sucking on them himself. your face grew beat red at his actions, but you felt your cock twitch at the sight. he then reached down and lifted your legs around his hips, teasing his coated fingers at your entrance. a moan of desperation escaped you.

“tell me about the theory of probability if you can, little whore.” he demanded, circling one of his fingers around your bottom.

the teasing and degradation almost made you moan, but you forced yourself to stay composed, as you were finally confident in an answer. you stilled your breathing and delivered the definition without breaking eye contact. he smiled at you.

“good job, baby boy.” he replied, his demeanor instantly softer as he placed a kiss on your nose.

and without another word, he slowly sunk one of his coated fingers into your entrance. a loud moan drew from your throat, and you could’ve came from just that pleasure after being teased so much. but, even your bratty demeanor was scared to go against minghao’s wishes.

he asked you another question, and you almost exploded in joy when you also knew that one, earning you another finger. the stretch wasn’t painful but it was doing its job, causing you to feel full from his hands alone.

“last one, baby. what happens when N is even in the variance formula?”

you, being on the verge of your high once more, grabbed the back of his neck and brought his ear down to your lips, whispering the answer to him before licking the shell. he groaned, a smirk growing wide on his lips.

“shit, prince, you’re a genius.”

the tall male instantly removed his fingers from inside you, and shimmied off his own pants. your head was spinning when he plunged his erect member into you, instantly grinding with exact precision.

you couldn’t stop the moans from falling past your lips, and only grew louder when he leaned down to suck sulaciously on your adam’s apple.

“I hope junhui comes home early to see his little bitch of a brother being such a good boy, such a smart boy....” he purred into your ear in between littering hickeys on your neck and chest while rutting into you.

the pleasure was sending you to cloud nine, to the point that you didn’t even care about the probability of someone actually coming home early and catching you. all you knew was that tutoring was probably the best investment your parents have ever made.

#💌flwr;reqs #minghao x male reader #the8 x male reader #the8 #kpop male reader #kpop x male reader #seventeen male reader #svt x male reader #kpop lgbtq #seventeen x male reader #seventeen smut #minghao smut #seventeen suggestive #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop smut

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im-am-not-a-weenie · 1 year

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The gang with a reader who gets taken by the O’Driscolls. Also, I am very excited to find someone who writes for Red Dead! I love your writings! 💖

Omg thank you, getting this request made me so happy lol sorry it took A while to finally get to life’s been crazy I’m just gonna do how they react to the news and how they save you (only happy endings for our cowboys) if you want a more detailed version I’d be happy to write it 🤠

Not beta read

🍓The gang when the reader gets taken by the O’Driscolls🍓

Arthur,John,Sean,Hosea,Dutch

GN reader

See end for a/n

🍓Arthur Morgan

As soon as he hears the news he immediately thinks it’s his fault. How could he let someone get to you

He starts to assume the worst “what if I’m too late.” or “it’s my fault I shouldn’t have left them alone.”

His next reaction is to go out and get you, not thinking about the consequences or what could happen to him. He just needs you to be ok

Hosea has to step in and be the voice of reason “you couldn’t have known Arthur, I know you love them but we can’t just go in there guns a-blazing we need a plan”

After they get you back the first thing Arthur does is hug you, being gentle just in case you were hurt.

“Arthur baby it’s ok I’m not gonna break.” “I know doll, just let me hold you for awhile.”

And you let him. You find yourself cradling his head in your hands and wiping away a few tears (ok it’s a lot of tears but you’re crying to)

“It’s ok Arthur I’m back I’m not going anywhere.” “Damn right you’re not you aren’t leaving without me every again”

And you’re ok with that

🍓John Marston

John doesn’t know what to do at first. He sits there in shock for a couple of minutes.

He probably would’ve stayed there longer is Arthur hadn’t snapped him outta it

“Hold what exactly happened” “I’m sorry John it was a job gone bad, we didn’t know they were waitin for us we were ambushed.” “Are they?” “Alive yes, we’ll get them back John I promise”

And get you back they did

I don’t think the others have seen John so focused on a job

“John you should probably get some sleep, and when was the last time you ate.” “I’m fine Dutch.” “Ok son, don’t worry we’ll get them back”

When they do get you back you can’t pull John off of you, literally like for the next three days they have to pull it off of you

Everyone just got tired of it and just decided leave him be, not that you mind

Everyone else might not know it but John has always been a cuddle bug it just took a traumatic event to show it publicly (but that’s neither here nor there)

“John, sweetheart I’m not going anywhere.” “And you won’t be for like….the rest of your life”

🍓Sean McGuire

Sean is heartbroken all he says and First is “oh” and walks off it’s not that he doesn’t care but it’s that he needs to process

Arthur fines him starring of into space with a lost look in his eyes, he and the rest of the boys have never seen Sean so effected by anything

The one who was always smiling and laughing and probably the loudest was a broken mess on the ground

“What happened out there Arthur.” “honestly I couldn’t tell ya Sean, we were walkin in town they said they needed to grab something from the store and all I heard was the scream before they got ‘em.“

“We’ll get her back Sean.” “We better, them O’Driscolls are going to feel all the pain they’ve felt and more”

They find you passed out, gaged, and tied up in a chair in the corner

You think you’re dreaming at first, the voice bringing you back to conciseness couldn’t be your Sean you struggle to try to open you’re eyes

You felt a hand on your face caressing your cheek you jerk trying to get it off

“Don’t fucking touch me you dirty bastard” “shhh, lass it’s ok it me you don’t have to fight anymore” “Sean?”

He holds you the hold ride back and them some. Trying to help you with the aftermath and trauma you most likely gained (unless ur built different) every time he gets up you hold on tighter

“What’s wrong?” “What if they take me again Sean? “Don’t worry love, you’ll never be taken away from me I promise”

And that a promise you can trust

🍓Hosea matthews

His calm and collected demeanor is gone, well not totally he still wants to get you out as soon as possible but also as safely

He goes into action mood, he moves so fast no one else has time to question or process

“Hosea let’s just think about this more a moment.” “I did think about it Dutch and getting them sooner is better than later.” “Now let’s just-“ “damnit Dutch I’m going to get them now it’s up to you if you wanna come with me or stay here”

The whole gang pitches in on this one because no one dares to say no to angry Hosea or get in his way

The gang works quick and quietly Hosea is all rage until he finally sees your face you only had a few bruises but he will worry that at camp he just wants to get you home

As soon as you have your arms around him you’re sobbing and pulling closer or as closer as you can possibly get

He’ll hold you close too and gives you what you need he rubbed circles on your back and tries to calm you don’t be let’s be honest he’s crying too

“Shh it’s alright love, I got you…that’s right deep breaths, can you do that for me baby c’mon breath with me” putting your hand in his chest so you can match his breaths

As You start to calm you can hear his praises “There you go love that’s it”

you look up to meet his eyes

“Hi.” “Hi love.” “Thanks for coming to get me.” “My dear i’d fallow you too the ends of the earth.”

🍓Dutch van der linde

The news hits Dutch the hardest

He starts to panic, he can’t lose someone to the O’Driscolls again

He starts pacing and muttering as he’s walking back and forth he starts to fidget with his hands

The gang hasn’t seen their leader like this it makes the rest of the group nervous too

“Dutch if you keep that up you’ll start to run yourself into the ground.” “Huh?”

He hasn’t noticed the pacing what felt like seconds was actually minutes. 30 to be exact he decides it’s time to do something. Time for a great Dutch van der Linde speech

“All right gang as you know a tragedy that has struck today, we can sit here and think about the worse OR we can go out there and show those O’Driscolls what happens when they mess with us”

Of course everyone was with Dutch

When they found you the first thing Dutch did was grab you and lift you up in an tight embrace spinning you around

“Dutch baby.” “Yes dear?” “I can’t breath”

He immediately let you go well not totally but he let up a bit

You reach up to cradle his face in you hand to which he immediately lent into the touch . You wipe a tear from his face telling him how you’ll never leave him again to which his response is

“And I you”

🍓Hey everyone I’m so sorry if this absolutely sucked lol but I tried it’s been awhile since I posted or wrote anything but I wanted to put something out again sorry but this was not beta read so I apologize for the grammar and spelling errors, also thanks for all of the well wishes and I hope to start posting regularly again and finish everyone’s requests love you all-Rhys🍓

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #john marston #john marston x reader #red dead redemption 2 #sean macguire x reader #sean macguire #dutch van der linde x reader #rdr2 headcanons #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews x reader #hosea matthews #red dead redemption 2 head cannons

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bloodynereid · 6 months

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Reapers & Ravens

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pairing: jordan li x oc

tw: mentions of migraines, vic is basically in huge amount of pain the entire chapter lol, mentions of kissing, flirting, mentions of death, murder, mentions of withdrawal, canon typical violence, swearing, FUCKING RUFUS AGAIN (can this man die already?), mentions of the supe virus, mentions of torture and supe experimentation

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: can't believe there is only one ep left ahhh. hopefully you all enjoy this chapter even if vic continues to suffer. it took a while to figure out logistically but i'm happy with how it came out. lmk ur thoughts (my asks are always open) and yeah, i'm very excited for you all to see vic's growing powers and i just love jordan <33

The sun streamed through the diner’s windows and the cooling sweet sensation of a strawberry milkshake filled my mouth. I could still feel how puffy my entire face was, my eyes stinged from how much I had cried the night before, after we had dispersed from Dusty’s house. I had gotten a quick call out to my clean-up crew to transport the body to the nearest morgue as a John Doe. Dusty deserved a proper funeral with his parents and sisters, I didn’t want to just leave him lying dead in his house.

As I stared blankly at the walls of the diner I remembered the warmth that Jordan had encased me with as I cried and screamed and tried to forget the horrors. Now, all that was left was a banging ache in the back of my head. Symptom of going off my pills, I guess.

“Hey.” I turn slowly to look at Jordan’s eyes, which were filled to brim with something akin to compassion and worry. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just a little spacey is all. How are you?”

“Good, we- uh never had time to talk yesterday so-” Jordan’s sentence was cut off as Cate settled back into the booth and looked at us with a worried expression.

“Guys, Shetty can’t exactly meet right now.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Jordan spat out and I carefully placed my hand in theirs and squeezed.

“Jordan…”

“Where is she?” Marie asked in a calm voice.

“In the city, she said she had a meeting so she should be back later.”

“So what do we do?”

“I’ll go meet her and then when she comes home, I’ll make her tell you everything.” That line created scoffing around the entire table, as a sudden pain shot through my skull. I pulled my hand away instantly from Jordan and squeezed my eyes shut. The conversation continued on around me as I started to feel every single exhale and heartbeat of the diner.

“Stay out of our fucking heads, then maybe we’ll trust you.” Jordan spat out as they switched before he stormed out of the room.

“Jordan!” I weakly exclaimed and started to get up as another wave of pain nearly made me collapse.

“Oh fuck.” Andre exclaimed as he grabbed me by the elbows and lifted me up, I felt my head lull forward.

“I’ll go talk to him.” Marie said and I looked up at her with a weak smile.

“Thanks.” She walked out of the diner in search of Jordan as Andre eased me back into the vinyl seat.

“Vic? Hey, what’s going on?”

“It’s the pills isn’t it?” Cate asked, making Andre and I turn to look at her. She was sending me a worried look and smoothed one of her hands across the table to clutch mine. The meeting of leather and warmth made a little spark of comfort appear in my brain.

“What, Cate? Vic, what is she talking about? Do you need me to get you something?”

“No, Andre, please don’t.” I said as I clutched my eyes shut. I have never gone so long without those damn pills. A cold sweat started to appear on my neck and a sharp exhale left my mouth.

“Cate? What did you do to her?”

“Andre. Stop. She didn’t do anything. Ah fuck.” The second I uttered those words I saw Jordan burst through the doors in my periphery.

“What’s going on? Fuck Vic.” I met Jordan’s eyeline and smoothed my other gloved hand over his cheek, struggling to make a weak smile appear on my face. The banging in my head got louder and louder.

“I need to lie down.” My voice came out in a tone so foreign to me it was almost scary. I sounded so frail and breathy, what the fuck was going on with me?

“Marie and I can get you back, Andre and Cate, you two go to Shetty’s house.” The couple nodded before Cate gave my hand a last squeeze and walked out of the diner. Jordan carefully held me up and I clenched my fists, hard. The pain was getting worse.

“Okay, okay, woah. Come on, Vic. Just a few steps and we’ll be in the car.” I nodded slightly and took a deep breath before starting to walk.

“Hey! Is she okay?” I heard one of the waitresses ask.

“Yeah, just a migraine.” Jordan answered briskly as they pulled the door open and I stumbled out into the bright daylight.

“Oh that sucks! Have a good day though.”

“You too.”

“Jordan… it’s too fucking bright.” I said, with a pleading tone lacing my words.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

After the most excruciating half an hour of my life, Marie and Jordan basically carried me into my dorm and laid me against the soft pillows. Gemma was nowhere in sight, probably on her way to class or something. I fluttered my eyes open and watched as Marie and Jordan had a hurried discussion before Marie left with a soft wave and a ‘get better soon’.

“What was that about?” I slurred out, trying to move my head to stare at Jordan as another stab of pain rang through my head. Ugh.

“Marie is just going to check out Shetty’s office.”

“Why didn’t you go with her?” Jordan’s eyebrows rose as an incredulous expression crossed her face.

“Are you kidding me? Have you seen yourself? You look like you’re on the edge of death.”

“I feel like it.” I said, snorting slightly. Immediately regretting the action as sparks zapped. “Ow.”

“You see?”

“Yeah, yeah. You don’t need to take care of me though.”

“Hmmm sure, you’re my-” Jordan cut themselves off and looked down at me. I smiled slightly, but it must have looked more like a grimace because Jordan instantly got up and started searching the room for something.

“What are you looking for?”

“Uh water.”

“Jordan, hey come back here.” I said as I pushed myself up from my lying down position. The effort seemed to momentarily make me black out but the second I came to, Jordan was sitting in front of me with an expectant look on her face.

“What’s up?”

“What exactly were you going to say before?”

“I- uh. Oh fuck it okay so I umm want to make us official. I want you to be my girlfriend. I really fucking like you and you’re stunning and smart and I know this is probably the worst time to mention this.” Jordan stuttered out, a smile blossomed over my face and forgetting about my migraine thing for a moment, I extended my gloved hand and Jordan quickly took the opportunity to clench it lovingly.

“You are a fucking wonder, Jordan. It would be an honor to be your partner, Jordan.”

“Fucking hell, I wish I could kiss you right now.”

“God me too.”

“Well when we figure this all out, I’m going to recreate our night together in so many more creative ways.” She said with a flirty smirk appearing on their face.

“Jordan!” They laughed and I stopped myself from joining in as another surging pain appeared in my skull.

“Okay we need to do something about this. Do you know how to fix it?”

“Take one of my Vought pills.” Jordan instantly pulled a face.

“Ok you’re not doing that… it’s almost like- WAIT I have an idea.”

“Woah what are you doing?” I asked Jordan as they suddenly stood up triumphantly and started scrolling through her contacts on their phone.

“I know a supe, he can basically speed up the body’s healing process.”

“Huh?”

“Well, you’re exhibiting symptoms of withdrawal. He always used to help us when we had hangovers and shit so I thought it would help.”

“Oh. Fuck! You’re so right.” The triumphant smile that Jordan’s face held was now reflected on my own. Holy shit. I may actually be okay.

As Jordan started talking to whoever this dude was, I carefully slipped my phone off the bedside table and adjusted the screen so the light wouldn’t sear into my eyeballs. Carefully dialing my dad’s number I slipped back into the pillows with a hiss and waited. And waited. And waited. Only to be finally met with the tone of some overly cheery woman who was definitely not his latest assistant, who I already forgot the name of.

“Hi! You’ve reached Adrian Oaks’ phone. How can I help you?”

“Put him on now, I know he’s there with you.”

“Oh please don’t take that tone with me-”

“Fuck you. I need to speak with my father.” After a few seconds of rustling, the baritone of my father’s voice filled my ear.

“You really shouldn’t speak to people like that, Vicky, it’s rude.”

“Oh go fuck yourself dad! I remember it. I remember everything, you sadistic cunt!” I basically screamed into the phone’s speaker, vitriol spilling over my words like poison.

“Now, now Vicky. I never-”

“Don’t you dare deny it. And don’t try to inform anyone, not Vought, not Shetty, NO ONE. Stay out of my life, dad.”

“But- yes, fine Victoria. If this is how you want to be, but remember this is really your fault. You did kill-” I quickly ended the call and blocked his number before throwing my phone towards the end of my bed. Jordan settled down next to me and laid his black hair against my pillow, before turning over to face me.

“Fuck my dad.” I said first, breaking the vaguely tense silence.

“Fuck your dad. You ready to go?” They asked as a hand came out to trace spirals on my clothed arm.

“I have to move?”

“Yes, you big baby. Come on.”

“Fuckkk.” Came out of my mouth as I slowly sat up and struggled to stand up, only for Jordan to instantly appear at my side to steady me. “What would I do without you?” I uttered out, making a flirty smile appear on Jordan’s face.

“I don’t know how you would function, darling.”

“Fuck you!”

“You already did that.” An outraged gasp left my body as I started smacking Jordan, only for him to laugh and start making their way to the door, basically carrying me.

As Jordan pulled open the door, a strange gust of cold air hit us and I peered through the doorway to find that the hallway had basically been transformed into a slip and slide but with ice.

“What the-” Someone whizzed past on top of a piece of cardboard, loudly shrieking with a bright smile on their face.

“Yo Jordan, Vic! Why don’t you join us?” The frustratingly familiar voice of Rufus called out from down the hallway. The fucking audacity.

“Really, Rufus?” Jordan asked sarcastically as he slipped a protective arm around my middle as we ventured out into the snow covered hallway. I concentrated on my feet to make sure that I didn’t slip, with how fucking unstable this migraine made me I would probably fall to my death if I made a wrong move.

“Ok fuck you, I was just being courteous.”

“I don’t think you have ever or will ever be called that in your life, Rufus.” Jordan uttered as a group of supes split open to let us through.

“What’s wrong with Vic?” Rufus called out.

“Migraine.” I weakly said at the same as Jordan uttered:

“Go fuck yourself!” A stabbing pain now ran through the length of my body, it was getting worse.

“Can we please get there soon?” I whispered as I bit my lip, trying to stop the onslaught of pain with pain that I could control.

“Yeah sweetheart. It’s only a few more minutes.” I nodded as Jordan cradled me closer to them, with an agonized grimace on his face.

After what felt similar to the hours of gruelling torture under Shetty’s eyes, Jordan finally pushed open a dorm room door and sitting on the floor was a man surrounded by a variety of textbooks and a highlighter between his teeth. Looking up at the sound of the door his eyes grew wide at the sight of me and he pulled out the highlighter and swept a hand over his long brown hair.

“Hi, you must be Victoria.”

“And you’re the man who’s supposed to help me.” I said, earning a chuckle from him as Jordan carefully eased me to a sitting position on his bed.

“I’ll certainly try, I’m Atlas. Jordan sort of told me what happened but I’ll still need you to fill in the blanks.” I sucked in a breath of air through my teeth, this would mean going against dad’s explicit instructions. The phrase that Jordan had uttered a few minutes ago floated through my brain: Fuck your dad.

“I- well, there’s these pills that Vought has been making me take since forever. I’ve never really known why, I don’t even know what they’re doing to me… but everytime I try to go off them it’s like my entire body fights it. My head is fucking killing me right now.” I said, uttering the words quickly almost in the space in one breath. Jordan settled down next to me and squeezed my shoulder in an effort to comfort me.

“Shit, okay. Well I guess I’ll just try to fix the headache first. Would it be okay if I touched you?” Atlas asked as he brought he held up his hands, I instantly cringed - I hadn’t realized he could die if I did this.

“Uh, what about my powers?”

“You can’t control them?”

“I’ve never really been able to do that.”

“What about Cate? She’s been able to touch you before.” Jordan said, her statement making my nod and I heard a sigh come from Atlas.

“Cate is way stronger than me, but I’ll try. Close your eyes Vic.” Atlas ordered, I quickly shut my eyes and searched out Jordan’s hand, clutching it in nervousness.

I felt the contact of Atlas’ hands as he cradled my face. A cold tingly sensation started to spread through my body. My power had almost instantly succumbed to his. Weird. His powers almost felt like a soothing balm, a mix of eucalyptus and mint. After a few minutes he pulled away panting and I opened my eyes to see him rubbing his palms and looking at me in surprise. My headache had ebbed away, all that was left now was the emotional pain from the entire ordeal. Even my power felt less itchy than normal.

“Wow. What did you do?” I asked as a smile spread over my face, no longer hurting any of my nerves.

“I- well Jordan was partially right, your body was basically going through withdrawal but those pills… they were chemically changing aspects of your cells. Your power was basically being shackled almost. I could feel the Compound V in your blood fighting against the chemicals in your pills. No wonder you felt like hell.”

“I don’t know what to say. Thank you Atlas.”

“Of course, any time. You sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Still a little off but wayyy better than a few minutes ago.”

“Good, I’m glad. Now shoo, Jordan remember you owe me a favor.”

“Yeah yeah, Atlas. Thank you, really.”

“Of course.” Jordan quickly grabbed my hand and I waved at Atlas before shutting the door.

“Thanks for helping Jordan.”

“Well, I can’t have a sick girlfriend can I?” Jordan said as he squeezed my hand and we started making our way out of the building. Just as we stepped out into the sunlight and the loud calls of student protest, I heard Jordan’s phone vibrate. Fishing it out from their pocket, I saw the display flash with Marie’s name as Jordan accepted the call and put it on speaker.

“Jordan! Thank God you picked up. I found out a bunch of shit…”

“Hey Marie!” I chimed in from Jordan’s side.

“Oh my God, Vic how are you feeling? You sound better.”

“I’m way better thanks. What’s going on?”

“Fucking insanity. Shetty has been trying to make a supe virus, her and Dr. Cardosa are getting it to be more contagious. Her… daughter and husband died, I- I’m going to try and follow through with our plan Jordan but there’s too many damn security guards.”

“Wait, where are you?” Jordan asked as we started walking through the throngs of people.

“Right outside the doors of the auditorium that’s hosting Victoria Neuman.”

“Wait Victoria Neuman? Shit, this is what all of this is for.” Jordan hummed in agreement to me as they shifted and started moving more quickly through all the other students.

“We’re on our way Marie. I’ve got an idea of how to help.”

“Great, thanks. See you guys soon.” Marie ended the call and Jordan slipped their phone back in her pocket. We walked for a few more minutes until we finally spotted Marie.

“Marie, hi!” I yelled out and waved her over.

“Hi. Okay, are you ready?” Jordan nodded as a smirk appeared on their face again before turning over to me as Marie nodded and started making her way towards the double doors. “You trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Let’s go fuck some shit up.” A laugh bubbles out of my throat before I follow Jordan towards… the fucking girl who made that video about Emma. A rage started to build up in my hands. Oh this was so on.

“Hey!”

“You were that girl who fucking tortured Emma.” Jordan remarked with a sarcastic smile on their face.

“Oh no, I just gave her a plat-” Before she could even finish her sentence Jordan used their powers to punch her. A reverberation echoed through the entire throng of students. Jordan started to turn around when some random supe came at her. I stepped in between the two of them and placed a well aimed kick in the girl’s stomach.

That was when the absolute frenzy began. I had the advantage because every time a punch landed on any of my exposed skin, I instantly started to absorb that person’s life force - this made each supe wrench their hands away quickly and stubble back. Almost completely defeated.

After a few seconds of intense squabbling I felt a familiar hand grab my covered wrist and pull me away from the group. I turned to Jordan as we quickly fled the scenes, giggling in glee. I also felt so much more energized. The powers of three or four supes filled my senses and I felt so fucking free for once.

“You do realize that probably fucked up our rankings right?”

“Well, it’s not like rankings really matter all that much anymore, this school is quite literally trying to kill us.” Jordan said, making me snort and nod in assent.

After grabbing a milkshake from Vought-A-Burger, Jordan and I started to roam around campus. Watching as the protests continued and just trying to process what was going on. He also kept asking how I was doing, and I kept answering that I felt great. It seemed like Atlas actually fixed whatever the damage the fucking pills had caused over the years.

“Jordan! Vic!” We swiveled around to see that Emma was frantically waving us down. I jogged over to her, Jordan following closely behind.

“Woah Emma, calm down. What’s going on?”

“Have you seen Sam?”

“Oh shit.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? No, where the hell is he?” Jordan muttered, sounding completely exasperated. I understood that feeling exactly. What if something happened to him? He could be back in there… fuck, fuck fuck.

“I- I don’t know. I told him to stay in my dorm and- shit there’s so much security here. What if they found him?” Emma said quickly, tripping over her words and sounding more and more freaked out by the second.

“Then we’re in deep shit.” I said as I pushed a hand through my already messed up hair. This is bad. This is really, really bad.

“Ok, he’s got to be okay. Fuck, umm.”

I started twirling around and looking through the sea of people, trying to spot Sam’s familiar figure. The supes’ powers I stole had already faded and honestly none of them would have been of any use right now.

“Sam, Sam.” Emma uttered in awe, Jordan and I turned to look at the place that Emma started running off to. There stood Sammy… with Randy. When the fuck did they meet each other? After we watched them discuss something for a few seconds the couple ventured over to us and Sammy smiled at me.

“Oh my God, Vics! You actually look alive.”

“Haha, very funny, Sammy. You nearly gave us a heartache.”

“We have to get out of here now.” Jordan said with a worried tone in their voice. I nodded and Emma started to softly pull Sammy away from the crowd. I cuddled up to Jordan as we quickly walked out of there.

I felt the hot concrete make contact with my sneakers as they beat against the sidewalk. Just a few minutes ago, we had all gotten a text saying that Cate had Shetty. It was time. Approaching the slightly open front door I sent a nervous glance which mirrored itself in Jordan’s eyes. Something was up.

Surprisingly enough Shetty’s house didn’t look like some kind of evil lair, instead it was cozy. The paint on the walls was inviting and each piece of furniture looked worn-in nicely. It felt like a home.

When we finally found the pair, I started to pull off my gloves as I watched Shetty standing immobile in the living room with Cate. My teeth meet the creamy leather of the fingers of my gloves after I undid the buckles. It was a precaution, okay?

“Catey, are you okay?” I asked as I walked steadily over to the blonde, she smiled at my much healthier state.

“Hey, Vic. You look so much better.”

“Yeah, I feel it… oh shit, your eye?”

“Oh it’s nothing, she uh will tell you everything you want to know.” She said the last part of her sentence towards the rest of the group.

“Maybe you should get some rest? Lie down, maybe.” Marie chimed in, she had an uneasy tone weaving through her words.

“I feel absolutely fine, it wasn’t my powers which were fucking me up. It was those damn pills.” I could feel my eyes spark with rage as I got closer to Cate and smiled in sympathy.

“Hey Cate, listen to your friends, they care about you.” I turned to look at Shetty with a cruel twist of my lips.

“Do you even know what those pills were doing to her, to me?” I asked sarcastically before a soft hand held me back by my shoulder. Cate nodded in understanding when I turned to her before her gaze focused back on Shetty.

“Exactly! Now you had your chance to fucking talk, so how about you shut up and let us do some of it for once?” Cate burst out, making a triumphant smile blossom on my face.

“Please, Cate. I love you. You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh I know you love me but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a fucking bitch.”

“Cate, what the fuck is going on?” Jordan said, I almost forgot they were in the room. I turned to look at them as he watched Cate with a calculating look.

“Don’t worry, we’re on the same side, I promise.”

“Wait- uh can I just get like a quick Wikipedia summary of what you guys are talking about? Cause I’m really fucking lost.” Emma said from behind me.

“Tell them what you told me.” I listened with growing horror as Shetty explained the horrors that GodU had inflicted on young, innocent supes.

“I want it to spread across the globe, and kill every single one of you.” Fuck.

“Holy fuckkkk.”

“We don’t want to hurt anyone, you should know that.”

“Don’t you dare lie, tell her.” Cate said, basically spitting out the words.

“Homelander.”

“Wait what does this have to do with him? He like murdered one Starlighter at a press conference, not that that was absolutely horrible. But I feel like you’re taking it a bit far.” Emma said, I could feel my brain trying to work out the correlation but instead I felt my powers rev up. There was no stabbing pain this time, instead it felt like they were trying to reach out beyond the confines of my body. What the actual fuck?

“It’s the plane. Homelander killed your family.” Marie said in a horrified tone as realization overcame all of us.

“It’s not just him. Every single one of you leaves a path of destruction in your wake. You have ruined countless lives. Just look at what you did to your parents, Marie. And you, Victoria, do you remember all those bodies? All those lives lost just because you couldn’t get a handle on your powers.” I drew out a sharp exhale and stumbled back, my heart started to ache and with it my power was demanding blood. Just like all those years ago.

“But you never fucking helped! Do you think any of us asked for this?” I exclaimed, it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. IT’S NOT YOUR FUCKING FAULT.

“Oh I know you didn’t but still… it’s your species.”

“Tell them what your last assignment was for me.” Cate uttered as Jordan squeezed my elbow, probably trying to comfort me but it was taking all my self-control to not just grab his face and drain them dry. Ugh, what was wrong with me?

“To kill everyone in The Woods.”

“Holy shit, did you?” Jordan asked, horrified, from next to me.

“No! Of course not. That’s what I’m trying to show you, that she’s the fucking monster. She wants to wipe us off the face of the Earth. They all do, that’s why we have to make the first move. It all starts with her.” Cate said as she twirled around to face Shetty.

“Wait, wait, Cate make me forget. We’ll start over, I’ll take care of you.”

“Oh shut up, shut up, shut up. Shut the fuck up!”

“Cate!”

“Indira.” I saw as tears were streaming down Cate’s cheeks and it took all of me not to grab her and give her a hug.

“It’s time.” I watched as Shetty brought up a kitchen knife as a horrified gasp left each of us. Oh fuck. Well… Shetty grabbed the kitchen knife and pulled it along the length of her neck.

“Oh my fucking God!”

“No!”

“Don’t help.” Cate said as I saw her reach down and grab Marie’s hand. I exchanged scared looks with Jordan as he flew to help Shetty. But then a kernel of callousness made itself present in my brain. Did I really want to help the woman who had brought me close to death more times than I could count? Sure, she had her reasons but Cate also had hers.

“Cate…” The blonde turned to look me in the eye and I brought an image to the forefront of my mind for her to read. A slight twitch of her lips and a nod broke me out of my stillness and I collapsed to my knees in front of Shetty.

“Cate, you don’t need to do this! We have Neuman.”

“We can’t trust anyone, all they’ll do is betray us.”

“Please Cate, let me save her.”

“I’m sorry you have to live through this again.”

I blocked out the outside voices and focused on Shetty’s waning life force. I brought my exposed hands closer to my face and I saw as she looked at me pleadingly. I could almost hear her asking me to make this stop.

“It’s okay, I’ll make it peaceful. I promise.” As Jordan heard my words, he looked at me slightly horrified but then their expression changed to one of understanding.

Dropping my exposed hands onto her face, I felt her life seep into mine. Without the pills I felt unchained and unfettered. Shetty died a few seconds later, feeling nothing but the shared euphoria that I seeped into her in return. Her energy and memories hit me like a freight train the second that she departed this world and went into the next.

Waves of pain, sadness and deep rage filled me to the brim, making me wrench my hands away and making a scream tear itself through my very soul. What was happening? Why did this feel so… heavy? This hadn’t happened before… the pills OH. I suddenly could feel a chorus of voices in my brain. Crying out for help. Some felt like they had been there for years.

“Vic?” I heard a familiar call of my name cut through the noise. Why did it make me feel all fuzzy? It didn’t make sense. A moment later I felt darkness envelop me and I felt myself fall through the vat of voices. Souls calling out into the void.

i don't give this girl a moment of peace do i? anyways pls lmk if there are any grammatical errors, i only looked over this twice so there may be a bunch of mistakes i missed. sry for that lol. hope you enjoyed <33

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Hustle - CH4: Piltover

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CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Ran & Reader, Established Relationship, assassin reader, Fluff, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, horny idiots in love, Dom/sub, Dom Sevika, sub Reader, Humor, Banter, Choking, Spanking, Teasing, Light Sadism, Begging, Strap-Ons, Lesbian Sex, Aftercare, Gambling, Smoking, lack of understanding card games, totally winging this shit, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Rough Sex, Hair-pulling, reader is not the most graceful creature, but Sevika adores reader all the more for it, Jealousy, Marking, Orgasm Delay, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Hurt/Comfort, a Yordle OC that we will likely never see again but I had entirely too much fun writing, 69 (Sex Position)

Word Count: 11.3k

Summary: Looking to make your nights with Sevika a bit more… exciting, you suggest making use of your shared talent for playing cards. Together, the two of you take the Undercity, and even Topside, by storm. And what’s more exciting than the thrill of winning, or watching your opponents whine and gripe in defeat, or earning far more coin than the two of you could possibly spend? The release of pent-up sexual desire that seems to come with each and every win, that’s what.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3.

The following days leading up to the tournament absolutely dragged by. Silco still had not given you an assignment, while Sevika and Ran had more than ever, leaving you to sit alone in your room with nothing to do but think. And the only thing you could think about was the damn tournament.

Ran had, by no surprise to you, selected your fake identity to be that of a princess. A fucking princess. But that was in all honesty the least of your worries. What plagued your mind the most was what you and Sevika would be wearing.

Would Ran have put Sevika in a dress? A suit? Something revealing? What color? And what probably took over most of your thoughts– what would she think of your very different than usual attire?

You’d never been one to care that much about your appearance before- only that you were clean, covered, and unnoticeable. Yet since you’d started seeing Sevika it suddenly became an unwelcome worry. Not because of anything she said or did. You were just fully aware of the types of girls she frequented at the brothel before you two became an item, and you knew you were nothing like them. But the dress you’d be wearing that night certainly could pass as above and beyond that.

So what would she think of it?

Both wildly nervous and excited, you found yourself struggling to focus as Ran helped you into your dress. They didn’t seem to mind though, lifting your arms and circling you as they fastened and straightened all the tiny and intricate pieces. It wasn’t until you felt them tug at the back of your bra that you realized they were done.

“Gonna have to lose this.” They slipped a finger beneath the waistband of your panties and gave it a little snap. “These too.”

Your wide eyes flicked to Ran’s grinning reflection in their floor-length mirror. Then, to your very visible bra and panties beneath your ‘dress’.

Right.

“Okay,” you said softly, heat rising up your neck and into your cheeks.

Ran removed the clasps of your bra and watched with blatant interest as you slipped it off and set it aside.

Slowly, you slipped your panties down, bending over and stepping out of them before setting them with your bra. The warmth flooding your cheeks reached an intensity close to burning, and you could feel Ran’s gaze on you from where they stood entirely too close. You straightened up just in time to catch Ran’s gaze roaming up your body in the mirror, their lips curling higher the further their eyes traveled.

“Very pretty,” they said softly, running their metal fingertips along the back of the gold piece around your neck.

Your body visibly trembled, goosebumps spreading across your bare skin. You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat threatening to take your voice away. “Thanks,” you managed to get out.

“Sevika will be very pleased.”

God did you hope so.

“This way,” Ran instructed with a nod towards the bathroom.

Brows furrowed, you turned to them in confusion. “What now?”

“Makeup.”

Oh no. Please no.

Reluctantly, you followed them to a small sink cabinet where they pulled out a rather large container just chock full of various makeup. At least everything seemed to be shades of black or dark gray. No sign of pink.

Ran directed for you to turn towards them, and as you did, their black-painted lips curled into an amused grin.

Why did Ran and Sevika both seem to have this obsession with seeing you flustered?

While Ran silently worked on applying some foundation, your eyes darted around their bathroom, desperate to avoid making eye contact. As if that would somehow prevent them from seeing how your face burned red hot.

You've known Ran far longer than you and Sevika have been an… item. You're not even sure what to call what you and Sevika are to one another. You two fuck like you just met, cuddle like you're in the honeymoon phase, and banter like an old married couple. So whatever that's called, that's what you two have together.

But you’re almost less sure what you and Ran have. It used to seem platonic, but with every passing day, you get more of the feeling that Ran, and maybe even you, might have something more going on.

“Hey.”

Ran’s quiet voice finally drew your attention to them. And oh did you regret that.

Ran pursed their dark lips.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Were they going to…?

Then they leaned forward.

You froze. Caught like a deer in headlights. Awaiting the inevitable, which you honestly had no clue how to feel about it.

Oh fuck.

Your heart hammered in your chest and you quite honestly forgot how to breathe.

Oh shit.

And then, just when your eyes had fluttered shut and their lips were close enough to feel their warm breath fan across your dry lips, they suddenly pulled back.

What- just- happened?

Ran’s lips curled into a knowing smile as they held up the lipstick they had just retrieved from the container behind you.

And somehow your cheeks burned even hotter still.

You laughed awkwardly, then pushed your lips out for Ran to paint with what you noticed to be a dark red very similar to the color of the gems on your dress and jewelry. Which you also realized was quite close to the color of Sevika’s cloak. Likely intentional.

Heartbeat still not quite normal, you watched Ran’s lips quirk as they focused on applying the lipstick.

Fuck, you had almost kissed them.

What would they have done?

Would they like it?

Would you like it?

Would Sevika murder you both?

"Close your eyes," Ran instructed as they swapped the lipstick for some eyeshadow and eyeliner.

You did as asked, grateful to hide behind your lids while you regained what you could of your composure.

And pride.

“Done."

You examined your face in the small mirror above the sink, hardly recognizing yourself. But you had to admit, you actually felt really… pretty. Hopefully Sevika would think so too.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a sudden wet spray hit your neck and chest.

Ran grinned at your scrunched nose as they continued to all but douse you in perfume. One that had notes of cinnamon and vanilla.

At least it smells good.

“Here.” Ran held out a tiny black, sorry excuse of a purse. “Makeup is in there.”

Your gaze flitted between the tiny purse, your very bare legs, and then finally to Ran’s face. “Where the hell do I put my dagger?”

“You won’t need them,” Ran insisted while they left the room.

“But I’ll need makeup,” you mumbled sarcastically to yourself.

You followed Ran, not feeling entirely too convinced that you wouldn’t need daggers while sneaking into a fancy Piltover establishment to swindle every poor sap up there and from other prestigious nations out of every last coin in their possession. Hopefully Ran’s fake identities were convincing enough and nobody would recognize either of you. Sevika wasn’t exactly stealthy. Not to mention that augmented arm looked nothing like the tech topside or from any other lands that you knew of.

Ran set your heels in front of you.

As you stepped into them, you did not have a good feeling about that night.

Not.

At.

All.

The lift ride up to Piltover was excruciatingly long despite being only a mere two minutes top. Your body felt as if it was about to spontaneously combust despite being clad in such a skimpy dress. Hundreds of thoughts flooded your head about tonight. But one thought still remained at the forefront.

Sevika.

You still had no idea what she would look like. Or what role she’d be playing. Ran insisted it all be kept secret to help make the act of being strangers more believable. You glanced down at the ring adorning your finger, reminding yourself again of your fake name and persona.

Princess Ameya of Noxus.

Somehow your feet- your high-heel clad feet- managed to bring you all the way to the large, ornate marble stairs that led up to the equally massive and opulent establishment where the tournament would be held.

You scanned the area, nerves fried as your gaze traveled over the massive crowds of people making their way towards the stairs and into the building. Apparently your memory was not as good as you thought. It was a far bigger event than you recalled seeing as a child. How would you ever find Sevika?

After several long, calming breaths, you started to ascend the stairs, staying as far away from the crowds of strangers as possible. Rather than focus on your feet, you foolishly continued to look around for Sevika, only to trip on the front of your dress.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, barely managing to catch yourself before you went completely down. Your cheeks flooded with heat.

So much for being graceful.

In a pathetic attempt to make your fumble look less absurd, you knelt down to adjust the straps of one of your heels.

Deep breaths.

The sudden appearance of a pair of large, shiny black shoes on the step in front of you had your breath catching in your throat. A large shadow loomed over you, nearly blocking out all the light from the lamps lining the stairs.

Gods no.

But then a very familiar scent reached your nose. Smoke and spices you knew all too well. A welcoming, comforting mix. And yet, your body temperature skyrocketed and your stomach lurched all the same.

Your eyes slowly trailed up from the shiny black dress shoes to the black slacks that hugged deliciously thick, strong thighs– ones you could never get enough of. A black leather belt wrapped around curvy hips– a thick gold clasp front and center.

As your gaze continued to rise, you slowly stood up, eyes catching the dark red suit jacket that- to your dismay- covered beautiful arms, both flesh and metal. But something gold caught your eye. The prosthetic hand poking out from the end of the sleeve had been painted in shiny gold, with bits of dark red on just the tips of the claws.

Fancy.

No.

Sexy.

And then came the pièce de résistance- A silky, black blouse with the most knee-weakening plunging neckline you’d ever seen. It started wide at her shoulders, revealing delicious collarbones, then slowly angled into a V the further down it went, leaving you with an equally tantalizing view of cleavage, toned abs, and a sliver of her tummy before the fabric finally disappeared beneath her pants.

Holy fucking sweet Janna above have mercy on my gay ass.

Your gaze shot back up to where a gold choker with a dark red gem that matched yours hugged tightly around her thick neck. Examining her face you found her hair to still be tied back, but several strands lay loose to frame her face. Her makeup was also the usual palette with the exception of a hint of gold painting her dark lips. Lips that you realized were hung open, her cigarillo threatening to fall out at any moment.

Your gaze continued higher and that’s when you caught her wide gray eyes on you. She was just as stunned as you were.

You swallowed hard.

When had your heart started racing so fucking fast?

You stood frozen, completely transfixed on Sevika.

She broke free of her own daze first, removing her cigarillo and tossing it beside her feet to stomp out without taking her eyes off you. She held her flesh hand out, presumably for you to shake, and it took you a solid four seconds to even realize it and finally place your hand in hers.

“Warband leader Shakti of Noxus,” she introduced herself.

Well, that was not surprising, except that Ran had chosen the same region for both of you.

“Princess Ameya, also of Noxus.”

Sevika’s brow arched at your fake name, the corner of her mouth twitching– an almost smile.

Then she did something you never expected. She brought your hand to her mouth and pressed her lips to the back. Lips you could feel curl into that familiar smirk.

Your knees threatened to give out.

She released your hand, smirking at your stunned expression as she leaned in, bringing her mouth dangerously close to your ear. “Tell me, Princess Ameya, why I shouldn’t just fuck you right here and now,” she whispered huskily. And then, to make matters worse, she inhaled deeply before releasing a deep, long, sigh. “You smell good enough to eat too.” Then she pulled back to watch your expression.

You struggled to swallow, your throat tight and dry. Tilting your head back to peer up into her lust-filled eyes, you shakily whispered. “I- I could say the same to you, Shakti. But we- we need to control ourselves and get inside if we want this to go as planned.”

“Hm. Should have thought about that before showing up in that dress.”

You were about to retort when you heard the familiar sound of the hexgate activating not far from where you stood. Glancing up, you watched in reverence as one of the airships disappeared in an instant.

“Would love to fly in one of those one day. See some faraway place,” you murmured, more to yourself than to Sevika. When your attention fell back to her, you found her giving you a rather odd look. “What?”

Ignoring your question, she nodded towards the building. “After you, princess.”

Despite being tempted to press her further, you opted to brush that one off. Learning from your previous mistake, you gathered up the fabric on the front of your dress and started back up the stairs with Sevika not far behind.

At the entrance, that damn churning feeling in your stomach returned when you handed one of the doormen your ticket, fake name and signet included. His eyes shifted between you and the ticket several times. Somehow you managed to not only keep your expression cool and collected, you even flashed him a small flirty smile which earned you an instant- and gut-wrenching- smile in return.

“Enjoy your evening, ma’am,” he said and handed the ticket back.

“Thank you,” you replied as sweetly as you could manage before walking through the massive doorway.

The building was as you expected based on the exterior. Damn near everything was made of white marble. Large, opulent pillars lined the perimeter, rising up to the tall ceilings from which hung an absurd number of large glass and crystal chandeliers. Intricate details of gold wove around every pillar, every handrail, every light, every table, and even the large stained glass windows that lined the back of the building.

People from all over Runterra filled the massive room. Mostly men, but some had what you assumed to be wives or paid companions with them. All of which were dressed to the nines. At least you wouldn't stand out too terribly among them.

Sevika stepped up beside you, her eyes scanning the room as well. As she turned away, you realized her hair was not tied back with her usual band. Instead, she had a gold clasp with another matching dark red gem that looked lovely against her dark tresses.

“Lot of enforcers here,” she murmured out of the side of her mouth.

You made another visual sweep of the area, and sure enough, there were enforcers scattered everywhere.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath.

Most of them looked rather preoccupied and off guard, apparently not expecting any problems that night.

“They aren’t even paying any attention to their surroundings. We’ll be fine.” Though you spoke to Sevika, you were more so trying to calm yourself than her.

“Better be.”

Better be indeed. You had the sinking feeling Ran may have been wrong about you not needing your daggers.

The first game, despite a crowd of what you guessed to be around a few hundred competitors, had you playing against Sevika and six others.

Before you could take your seat, one of your opponents- a middle-aged man wearing entirely too much cologne- pulled your chair out for you.

“Ma’am,” he leered with a wink.

You inwardly cringed, but offered him the same fake smile you’d given the doorman. “Thank you.”

Sevika sat directly across from you, her eyes on you but expression cool and stoic as ever. You could only hope you looked even half as collected as her, but the presence of enforcers had you on pins and needles. You may not be a recognizable face, but Sevika was a bit more noticeable, even with a majority of her augmented arm hidden beneath her suit jacket. The lack of other female players didn’t exactly help the situation either. But everyone’s attention seemed to be drawn to you, which did not help ease your nerves whatsoever.

Probably the fucking dress.

While the dealer distributed the cards, another member of the house staff, a young, skinny woman in a skimpy dress- albeit less so than yours- handed out cigars to the men around the table. You could practically feel Sevika’s rage as the woman passed her up.

“Think you forgot someone, sweetheart,” Sevika drawled before the woman could walk away.

Sweetheart?!

Your right eye twitched, and the way Sevika was watching you intently from the corner of her eye did not go unnoticed. Nor did the way her mouth curled into a small lopsided grin when she saw you flinch.

Ass.

“Oh. I- Well-” the woman stammered as she turned to find Sevika staring up at her expectantly, “So sorry ma’am. Would you care for a cigar?”

Sevika took one from the proffered box, her eyes on you again as the woman cut and lit the cigar. She took several quick drags, smoke billowing from her mouth and nose as she spoke, “Thanks, sweetheart.”

Your blood damn near boiled. She was clearly doing that on purpose to provoke you.

The woman pulled out a small ashtray, but before she could place it on the table Sevika’s flesh hand reached out to stop her. Sevika said nothing, but pulled out her own ashtray from her jacket pocket- the ashtray you had carved and gifted her long ago- and placed it on the table.

Your heart swelled with pride, teeth clamping down on the inside of your lip to keep from smiling.

Maybe you could forgive those earlier attempts to make you jealous.

The woman then looked across the table to you, her unease plainly written on her face. You nodded for her to bring you a cigar as well. Everyone at the table, including Sevika, watched with open interest as you took one of the cigars and allowed the woman to clip and light it. Apparently it was not only unusual for the ladies to gamble Topside, but also to smoke.

Ridiculous.

You took several careful drags, which were surprisingly smooth, and you wondered if it was comparable to the imported ones you had also given Sevika as a gift. No wonder she liked them so much.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The first game went fairly smoothly. Most of the opponents seemed to only be casual players. Much of them even had obvious tells, making your collusion with Sevika that much easier. Only problem was, that you two seemed to be distracting each other just as much as you did the other players.

You eyed your hand. It was shitty. Nothing but low-rank cards. Useless. You considered bluffing, but you were pretty confident Sevika had the best hand based on her previous signaling.

Your gaze rose with the intention to meet hers, but you found yourself pausing at the sight of her exposed chest.

Good god this was going to be a difficult night.

You managed to pull your attention away from that delightful swell of dark, soft flesh to make eye contact with her just before her turn. Then, with a deliberate show of blowing smoke from the left corner of your mouth, you silently told her to go all in.

Her eyes remained on your lips.

Shit.

Did she even realize you'd given her the signal?

You cleared your throat, thankfully drawing her attention back up to your eyes again. You took another drag of the cigar, repeating the motion of blowing from the left side of your mouth.

Once it came to her turn, she pushed all her chips to the center.

And sure enough, when it came to the remaining players showing their hands, Sevika had won.

If there was one good thing you could say about the players there, it was that they were much better losers than those of the Undercity. There were no threats of cheating, no groaning, no whining. Just congratulatory words, handshakes, and pats on the back.

Probably because they have an absurd amount of money to lose.

Money that by the end of the night, would certainly be yours and Sevika's.

For much of the remaining games, the two of you ended up separated. Not that it mattered much. Even alone, you both had no issue staying in the game. And where it did matter, near the last games, you two ended up ‘against’ each other more and more frequently.

However, when the second to last round put you two back at the same table and across from each other, you both found yourselves struggling to deal with the… distractions.

Before you could take a seat, one of your male opponents not only pulled your chair out for you- a common theme of the night- but also took your hand into his to kiss it, much like Sevika had on the stairs. Only he did not have you swooning. Rather, he had you fighting back the urge to smack him.

“Tell me, did a pretty lady such as yourself come alone tonight because she is… procurable?” he drawled in the most obnoxiously privileged tone.

That urge to smack then became the urge to full up annihilate. But you refrained, only for the sake of winning that damn tournament without getting thrown out or worse. Though if you’d had your daggers, there’d be no stopping you from putting a few extra holes in the man after the tournament ended.

Your gaze flitted to Sevika’s, just in time to catch the way her stormy eyes narrowed in on the point of contact. You were certain if it were possible she’d have set the man’s hand and face ablaze with only her eyes if she could. Your attention back on the man still holding your hand while you sat awkwardly beside him, you gave him a fake smile and a sharp, “I’m taken.”

“Oh? And he let you go off gambling? Alone?” the man asked, finally releasing your hand when you all but yanked it away.

" She trusts me and knows I can handle myself." You glanced over to Sevika again, pleased to find that subtle smirk of hers had returned.

“I- see,” the man replied awkwardly before taking a seat in the chair to your immediate left.

You were certainly going to enjoy seeing his face when he inevitably lost the game.

And that he did. Granted not as easily as you would have liked. Not only were the players more experienced, both you and Sevika found yourselves a bit too pent up after watching each other all night. Both of you were clearly dressed to tease the other. Ran had obviously thought it would be great to fuck with both of you, knock both of you off your game even though you had promised Ran a hefty share of the winnings.

And to make matters worse, the constant attention from the men had Sevika filled to the brim with jealousy– possessiveness. Despite her clear effort not to show it, you could easily tell she was losing patience. But so were you.

Once the round had ended, you two successfully colluding your way through it, you decided to take a short break before the final round to attempt to cool off in the restroom.

Thankfully the restroom appeared to be empty, aside from the nervous looking towel boy manning the door.

While you were checking your hair and makeup in the mirror, you heard the door open. You weren’t exactly surprised to hear Sevika’s deep voice as she spoke to the towel boy. However, you were surprised to hear the absurd excuse she used to get the boy to leave.

“They’re out of soap in the men’s restroom,” Sevika said gruffly, her expression stoic.

Curious to see how that could play out, you turned to lean back against the counter and watch the poor young man cower beneath Sevika’s towering presence. Your lips curled into a grin. Nothing better than seeing Sevika intimidate some innocent sap who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. And you knew what she was there for. She was going to have it no matter what.

“Oh. I- Okay. I should- I should get more,” he stammered, shrinking away from Sevika and her threatening presence.

She hummed in affirmation, intentionally standing too close between the poor guy and the door, forcing him to have to turn his body sideways and shimmy his way out. The moment that door thudded shut, you heard the familiar click of the lock. Sevika turned to you and that stoic expression immediately devolved into a cocky smirk. She strode toward you in slow, deliberate steps while her eyes raked up your body, lingering over your chest, which was pushed out considerably with how you rested your forearms against the counter behind you and arched your back. Then she locked eyes with you.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you teased as she stood in front of you, the toes of her polished shoes touching the tips of your equally shiny black heels. Tilting your head back to keep her gaze, you flashed her your own cocky smile, one that could certainly match hers. “Just can’t stay away from me, can you?”

“Had to make sure nobody was making a move on my girl,” she replied.

“You do know this is a women’s restroom, right?” you asked. “Those men aren’t allowed in here.”

Lifting a single brow, Sevika played along with your obvious foolery. “Gotta worry about more than just the men trying to steal you, Princess.”

“You mean like that poor towel boy you just scared away?”

“Towel boy? That’s a fucking job?” she scoffed, “This place is fucking disgusting.” Her eyes left yours for a moment as they scanned over the pristine counter, golden faucets and sparkling sink bowls. “Too fucking pristine.”

“We could make it dirty,” you replied suggestively as you straightened up to hook your fingers through the belt loops of her slacks. Her eyes momentarily dropped to your hands as you pulled her closer before rising again to meet your gaze.

“You okay with being late to the final game?” she asked, doubt in her tone.

“Good point. You’ve been lacking in… efficiency lately. Might take you too long to get me off.” Your lips curled higher, simultaneously with the arch of her brow. Egging her on felt so damn good. Especially when you knew you’d be ‘paying for it’ eventually.

Allowing you to keep pulling her closer, Sevika slipped her hands behind you, ghosting down over the curve of your ass before grabbing, rather harshly, at your thighs. Hoisting you up onto the counter and spreading your legs in one swift motion, she brought her lips to your ear and chuckled at your startled yelp. “You’re going to be eating those words,” she husked.

“Maybe you should be eating me so we can get back out there on time,” you taunted, voice faltering just the slightest as heat spread through your body.

She pulled back, brows raised and eyes wide, but only briefly before that smug grin made its way back. “Not sure how I feel about this cocky attitude you seem to have picked up since we’ve been hustling.”

“You talk too much,” you taunted. You adjusted the spread of your thighs and decided you would thank Ran later for selecting a dress with such scandalously high slits. It provided no resistance, simply allowing your legs to move freely.

Giving Sevika's belt loops one last good tug, you pulled her closer before wrapping your arms around her neck. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Sevika’s smirk broadened as she raked those deliciously sharp claws up your back and into your hair. Cocking her head to the side as if considering something, she grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged. Hard.

The gasp that left your parted lips was quickly replaced with a soft moan as the pain in your scalp became a pleasurable tingle. Eyes towards the ceiling, you felt her mouth latch onto your exposed neck. Teeth, tongue, and lips roamed down the column of your throat, biting, licking, and sucking until you were left clutching her shoulders in unbridled bliss. But her mouth didn’t stop there. Your toes curled in anticipation as she dipped lower and over your cleavage.

Pulling the top of your dress off to the sides- a bit too aggressively, you thought- Sevika sucked into the skin of one fully exposed breast before taking the hardening peak into her mouth and teasing it with a roll of her tongue.

Breath hitching, you pulled her closer and attempted to grind against her waist where it met the apex of your thighs. “Fuck!” you gasped when her teeth clamped down on your nipple and tugged. Your back arched, pressing your chest closer to her delightful mouth. You could feel her lips curl into a smug smile against your breast as she chuckled lowly.

Still gripping your hair tight, she licked her way clear up your chest, throat, and jaw until her lips pressed against your ear. “I’m going to take my fucking time with you, Princess, and you’re going to be a good girl and take it,” she purred.

So fucking cocky.

You opened your mouth to retort, but whatever you’d had ready to fire was lost as she perfectly timed a sharp nip at your lobe and a pinch of your neglected nipple. “Sevika!” you hissed, nails digging into the suit jacket covering her shoulders. Your protest was just as lost on her as your unspoken retort when she released another deep, throaty chuckle into your ear.

Cocky, but so damn sexy.

The hand in your hair loosened enough to allow you to look Sevika in the eyes. Those alluring gray eyes were filled with the same lust and hunger as yours. And those damn sinfully full lips were pulled into an arrogant smirk that put yours to shame. You could already feel your confidence waning. Replaced with want. Need. You both knew it wouldn’t be long before you completely lost your ability to keep up the air of superiority. She’d have you submitting, becoming putty in her hands.

Just as she always did.

Sevika’s flesh hand slid down the front of your body towards your spread thighs. She stepped back to allow room for her hand to dip lower. Gray eyes watched with unabashed self-satisfaction as your expression faltered and you squirmed when her fingers skirted just outside the perimeter of your clothed heat.

As her hand traveled back up, she finally allowed her middle finger to press just the slightest bit between your slit. And fuck, you could feel how that saturated your dress. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you attempted to bite back a moan. Why you even bothered, you didn’t know. You were clearly going to lose that battle.

“Where’s that arrogance now, Princess?” she taunted.

“I-” Words failed you again as she continued to toy with you through your clothing, her fingertip teasing over your clit with just enough pressure to have you keening.

“Look how easily you fall apart for me. From just a simple touch,” she taunted, voice low and husky. She flipped the top of your skirt off to the side. “Hmm. Thought so,” she hummed at the sight of your completely nude lower half. “No bra. No panties. Were you anticipating this?” she asked, slowly running her finger through your wet slit.

“No I- I just- couldn’t- Oh fuck, Sevika…” Your thoughts drifted away as she slid the pad of her finger over your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut and your hands gripped her shoulders tighter, silently urging her to stop with the teasing.

“Couldn’t what?” she taunted, following with another, deeper, slide of her finger through your entrance before circling your clit. “Just couldn’t wait for me to fuck you?”

You said nothing, only focused on your breathing, which was getting heavier by the second. There was no sense in trying to speak. She’d just use those skilled fingers of hers to empty your head the moment you opened your mouth.

She must have been feeling generous that night, as she let your lack of reply slide, just as she let her finger slide slow and deep inside your cunt.

Bottom lip caught between your teeth, you fought back a moan. Not that it mattered much as she wasted no time in dragging her finger back out and along your walls, and with it a soft whine from your throat.

It seemed she wasn’t being entirely truthful about taking her time, because she no more than pulled that finger out only to sink a second one in alongside it. And she wasted no time working up a fast pace, sinful fingers curling and scissoring until you were no longer able to contain your sounds of bliss.

The moment she ran the side of her thumb across your throbbing clit you nearly clamped your legs shut, seized only by the strong grip of her metal hand on one of your thighs. Her sharp talons sunk into the soft flesh, leaving tiny indents in their wake.

In return, you dug your own nails into her shoulders, not as a means of retaliation, but as a means to ground yourself as your body thrummed with pleasure.

Her hot mouth returned to your neck to bite, suck, and lap at the sweat collecting there. Her fingers pumped faster. Thumb rubbing over your clit with a precision that left you bucking and whining pathetically. She chuckled, low and sinister against your throat, making that burning, tight knot in your belly draw even tighter.

You slid one hand down to grip her bicep through her sleeves, her wild thrusts threatening to turn every muscle in your body to liquid. The feeling beneath your hand- that strong muscle flexing, twisting, straining with each pump of her fingers- only served to work you up further.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Sevika rasped against your neck.

“Y-Yes!” your soft moan turned to a cry as she sank her teeth into the side of your neck.

Oh, you were beyond close. You were on the fucking edge.

And then–

She slowed her fingers, her thumb disappearing entirely from your aching clit.

“Fuck! No!” Your eyes flew wide open. “Sevika!”

Her deep, cruel laugh reverberated against your throat, pulling a wanton moan from your chest despite your distress. She dragged the tip of her tongue up along your neck until she reached your ear. Hot breath wafted over your sweat-slick skin as she purred sadistically, “So sorry, Princess. Seems I’m lacking in efficiency tonight.”

Your heart sank.

You should have known that earlier comment would come back to bite you in the ass.

Your grip on her shoulder and arm tightened as you desperately tried to grind against her hand. It was useless though. You could never match her movements, her touch.

“Sevika, I- I didn’t mean that!” you whimpered.

She lifted her head, a wicked grin plastered on her face.

Gods, how could she be both infuriating and hot as fuck at the same time?

She raised a single brow. "So you were lying to me?"

The panic, the pleasure from her still slow and deep thrusts, had you hopelessly searching for the right answer. Anything to get her to finish you. “No! I- I was- I was just teasing you.”

"Hmm, I dunno Princess. You hurt my feelings. Not sure I want to reward you for that,” she taunted, but there was not a single sign of sorrow or hurt on her face. Only pure, sadistic, unadulterated pleasure.

“I’m sorry. Please, Sevika,” you pleaded.

"Think I'm gonna need more convincing than that."

You tugged at her arm, acting entirely on instinct, but froze the moment you felt Sevika’s fingers still inside you and saw her brows downturn into a scowl. The metal claws on your thigh sank in deeper. You swallowed hard, breaths coming in ragged and desperate.

“I was- I was just teasing you. I didn’t mean it. You’re efficient. You know exactly what you’re doing,” you babbled. “Please Sevika.”

“That’s right. I do know what I’m doing, hmm?” she hummed, her fingers starting to pick up the pace again.

“Yes,” you mewled, eyes blinking away the tears threatening to spill over.

She stepped further between your legs until your near-naked chest pressed against hers. Gods did it feel wonderful, but it only got better from there. With her hand pressed between your bodies, she rocked her hips with each slide of fingers, as if she was fucking you with her strap.

Your gaze drifted from her soft smirk to her eyes sparkling with mirth and adoration.

“That’s my good girl,” she purred, her thumb returning to circle your clit.

“Oh god yes,” you keened. You wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer as her pace increased even more and you felt that familiar sensation quickly start to rebuild.

With each roll of her hips, she pushed her fingers deeper before dragging them out harder. Her metal hand snaked up your back before wrapping around your neck, sharp tips digging into your chin and forcing your head to tilt the side. Her head dipped lower, mouth returning to suck and bite along the taut skin.

Soon enough your moans and the obscenely wet sounds from between your legs were echoing off the tiled walls and high ceiling. You heard none of it though, far too drunk on Sevika’s touch. Every muscle in your body tensed and you pulled her impossibly closer.

“Pl- Please don’t stop,” you begged.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” she rasped into your neck before licking the mark she’d just left there.

“FUCK YES!” you cried out just as you were hit with the euphoric feeling of your orgasm. Your body spasmed, the walls of your cunt squeezing those thick digits. Without knowing, your hands buried into her hair, grabbing handfuls and yanking.

Sevika’s growl was a mere hum in your head as you rode that high. Her teeth clamped down hard on your neck, but all you could manage to vocalize the pain was a breathless gasp.

The moment you released her hair, body fully collapsing against hers, her fingers stilled inside you. When she pulled back to inspect you, you slouched forward more, burying your face in her chest. To your surprise, she let you rest there, cheeks cradled by the soft sides of her breasts. Somehow, even with your breath coming in loud, erratic huffs, you could hear her heartbeat, racing nearly as fast as yours.

She moved her prosthetic hand down to your back, the cool metal welcoming against your hot skin. Contrasting to how she’d been gripping you with those sharp talons just moments ago, she traced gentle patterns along your spine. “You look fucking beautiful tonight,” she murmured into the hair at the top of your head.

Your lips curled into a weak smile, heart fluttering in your chest. Maybe wearing that damn dress wasn’t so bad.

“You look beautiful every night,” she whispered- so softly you weren’t quite sure you heard her right.

You sat up, arms wrapped loosely around her neck, and gazed blearily into her gray eyes. She wore a surprisingly soft expression, her lips in a lopsided grin, but one that looked a hell of a lot less arrogant than usual. It just looked– adoring.

Fuck.

“Sevika,” you whispered softly. You weren’t even sure what to say. You’d known her for so long, yet she always seemed to surprise you at moments like these. Your big, strong, fierce teddy bear. “That’s so-”

She looked away from you, her metal hand ceasing its ministrations and her smile faltering.

Your heart sank.

She still struggled with her vulnerabilities, even around you.

Gently, you pulled her down by her neck, guiding her lips to yours. You kissed her softly, tenderly, and although she didn’t return it immediately, you did feel her metal fingers start to run along your back again.

When you pulled back, she reluctantly met your gaze.

“I’m having a great time tonight,” you said with a sweet smile. “But only because you’re here with me.”

The corner of her mouth twitched. An almost smile.

Just as your smile started to grow, you caught a flash of something in her eyes. You realized all too late what was going on.

She pulled her fingers out quickly, and with it- a startled yelp from you. You shot her a nasty glare, but didn't bother reprimanding her. It only ever fueled her smugness anyway.

Sevika stepped back, a crooked grin on her face.

Your hands dropped to the counter and you closed your legs, thighs warm and wet with your slick. "Fuck," you cursed softly, "I'm a mess."

"You're not the only one, Princess."

Your gaze fell to Sevika's fingers as she raised them in front of you. They were coated, clear down to her wrist. Heat rose from your neck to your cheeks.

“Tell you what,” she started, a devious look in her eyes that told you she had something in store for you. Something you weren’t sure you’d be entirely game for. “...you clean me and I'll clean you."

You swallowed hard, watching as Sevika’s eyes dropped to watch the bob of your throat. There couldn’t be much time left until the final round. It was too good a deal to miss, but you also couldn’t deny the lure of her proposition.

Turned out she was going to decide for you anyway.

“Tongue.”

You hesitated, eyes darting between her heated gaze and the locked door. Desire coiled tight in your core as she brought her hand closer. You gave into her demand, your desire, and let your tongue slip out to drag a long, flat line up from her wrist, over her palm, to the tip of her two fingers.

“That’s my good girl. Get it all,” she husked.

You parted your lips, allowing her to sink those two thick fingers deep inside your mouth. You gripped the side of the counter, eyes falling shut. The moan that rose from your throat was needy as the taste of your own release filled your mouth.

Sevika hummed appreciatively, pushing her fingers clear back to your throat before pressing down on your tongue. Once your lips wrapped tightly around them, she slowly dragged back out, the tips of her fingers lingering on the plush of your bottom lip for a moment longer.

Cold metal and warm, wet flesh fingers gripped your thighs, forcing them to open again so she could step between and bring her lips to yours. Her tongue swiped inside your mouth, chasing after the taste of you.

When she pulled back, you met her gaze through hooded eyes.

“Turn around. On your hands and knees,” she instructed.

“What?” you asked, brows furrowed. You looked to the floor, then the counter.

Where the hell did she expect that to happen?

“On the counter?” you asked incredulously.

One brow arched.

“There’s not enough room.”

Sevika remained unmoved, impatiently watching you shift nervously.

Hesitantly, you repositioned yourself, shimmying onto your knees first, then moving them as close to the front edge of the counter without falling off. With one more glance over your shoulder at Sevika, you bent over, arching your back into a sharp curve to take up as little space as possible. Even so, you had to turn your head, crane your neck, and smash the side of your face against the mirror to get yourself into position.

Despite the less than comfortable position, you were grateful for the contact against the mirror and counter, the cool materials a welcoming sensation to your quickly overheating body.

With the way your head was positioned, you could see most of Sevika within your periphery. She flipped the back of your skirt off to the side. Her smile- sinful and hungry- grew wider when she placed both hands on your thighs to spread them further, fully exposing you and all your wet glory. She stepped closer and your stomach pulled tighter, core clenching in anticipation. Her hands slid up to grip the bottom of your asscheeks, spreading them wider.

Your legs threatened to buckle the moment you felt her press the flat of her warm tongue against the inside of a thigh. A soft whimper pulled from your throat as she licked clear up, stopping just before reaching your dripping center.

Sevika hummed in appreciation, the vibrations traveling through your body from where her tongue pressed to the inside of your other thigh. She licked another long stripe, again pulling away just before reaching the point you were aching to have her.

Your reverie was temporarily interrupted by an unexpected sound at the door. “Sevika,” you whispered, “Someone is trying to get in!”

“Better clean you up fast then,” she purred before dragging the tip of her tongue up through your folds.

Your muscles tensed, core clenching and body instinctively pushing back into her face. Sharp pain radiated from where the tips of her fingers dug into your plump flesh. You knew that was her warning to sit still, but between the tantalizing drag of her tongue, the discomfort of your position, and the distraction of someone attempting to open the door, your body simply refused to cooperate.

“Sevika,” you whined when she pressed her tongue further between your folds. Pleasure radiated through the lower half of your body. Another swipe and you were squirming– teeming with desire.

“Sit. Still,” she growled against your cunt.

You clenched around nothing, body aching from the sound of her deep voice, the rumbling feeling of it carrying straight to your core. Another pathetic whimper fell past your parted lips.

Fighting the urge to push back again, you took your bottom lip between your teeth. Your toes curled as the tip of her tongue swirled around your clit. She knew exactly what to do to get you worked up quickly. It wouldn’t take much for you to reach that blissful pinnacle for the second time that night.

She started licking in earnest, tongue rapidly working between delving deep inside, to circling and flicking across the sensitive bundle above.

Your body rocked gently with each swipe of her tongue, face pressing further against the mirror. You placed a hand against the cool glass, trying to steady yourself. Your breath came in erratic gasps between wanton moans and mewls. Each sound you made only urged her to go deeper, faster, her nails sinking further into your skin.

No longer did the sounds coming from outside the restroom door reach your ears. Only the sloppy, wet, obscene sounds of her mouth and your desperate cries of pleasure.

Gods, it felt so good. Downright intoxicating.

The moment she placed her focus entirely on your clit, you knew you’d be done for in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, Sevika,” you sobbed, hardly able to take all she gave you. You were still overly sensitive from your first orgasm, and still wildly wound up from all of the night's excitement.

She hummed appreciatively– deep, low, and resounding.

Your breath hitched, then held tight in your chest as you froze, sensing the impending bliss.

And then you were falling.

Trails of fire raced through your body, through every muscle and vein. Her name fell from your lips in a choked sob. Your hand- fingers curled- slid down the slick mirror while she worked you through waves of pleasure.

When your body finally went limp, nearly collapsing along the counter, Sevika pulled her mouth away. Her grip on your ass released so she could rub soothing circles along the sweat-slick skin of your thighs and back.

You weren’t sure how long you knelt like that, slowly catching your breath and coming back to reality, but a muffled voice just outside the door finally knocked you from your reverie. Blinking several times, you attempted to sit up. Unfortunately, the moment you put any weight on your legs, they trembled and threatened to give way,

“Need help, Princess?”

You could hear the smirk on her face. Despite the desire not to give her the satisfaction of knowing you needed help, you knew there was no way in hell you were getting off that counter on your own. At least not without falling on your ass in the process.

“Please.”

She chuckled, but wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you against her as she backed away. After placing you on your feet, she held you for a moment, your back pressed to her front. Slowly, she pulled her arms away, but as soon as you took your hands off the counter and turned to face her, your wobbly legs gave way.

“Shit!” you cursed under your breath, but she had caught you, her arms beneath yours and pulling you back to your feet. Your own hands flew up to her shoulders to steady yourself. Heat flooded your face yet again, only this time for a different reason.

“These stupid fucking heels,” you muttered, both of you knowing damn well that wasn’t really the problem in this case.

Sevika released another low, taunting laugh. She didn’t release you though. She kept her augmented arm wrapped firmly around your waist. Her human hand moved to gently grip your chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back.

You peered up at her, surprised to see her face go from smug to concerned the moment she got a good look at you.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked, voice raspy, almost broken.

“What? No. I-” You paused, noticing her eyes darting across your face. Her grip loosened just enough for you to turn and face the mirror. And you found not only your answer, but quite a bit more. Your skin was stained where tears had run your mascara clear down your cheeks. Not only that, the mirror was fogged over, a small area clear from where your cheek had rested. A handprint smeared down alongside it as well. Your gaze raised to meet the reflection of Sevika’s, a smile pulling at your lips.

“These,” you pointed to your cheeks, “are from tears of joy.”

And there was that signature smirk again.

And oh was her mouth a mess! Your lipstick and her own was smeared all around her mouth.

You, however, were far more of a mess than her. Lipstick stains, bite marks, claw marks, bruises, and hickies littered nearly every exposed bit of your body- which was nearly everything. You brought your fingertips to one particularly bright mark along the side of your neck. Out of your periphery, you caught the way Sevika’s smile grew at the sight.

Sevika stepped closer to you, letting her own fingertips trail along the marks decorating your neck and shoulder.

“It’s not fair that all you have is makeup stains to clean up,” you pouted, eyes narrowed on her reflection. “I can’t clean or cover these up.”

“Needed to mark my territory,” Sevika drawled, ghosting her fingers down your bare arm.

You shivered, goosebumps following in the wake of her touch. “Did you forget nobody is supposed to know we're together?”

She didn’t reply, merely chuckled as she strode over to a nearby sink to wash up her face.

You rolled your eyes and set to work on cleaning up what you could of yourself.

Your gaze fell to your purse sitting on the counter and you actually felt grateful that Ran had given you the make-up. You opened it up, surprised to find a small piece of paper tucked in with the cosmetics. Curious, you pulled it out and flipped it open to find a small note written in Ran’s handwriting.

Hey Princess, Knew you’d need this after you two inevitably fuck in the restroom. -Ran

How the fuck did they know?!

You scoffed, rolled the paper up, and stuffed it back inside your purse.

After both you and Sevika had made yourselves presentable again, or at least as presentable as you could given how you looked as if you’d been ravaged by a… well, by a very strong, hungry woman, you both made your way to the door.

Sevika unlocked and opened the door wide, a smug grin plastered to her face as she walked past a small line of women as well as a very flustered-looking towel boy.

You followed after her, heat flooding your cheeks yet again as you received a host of wide eyes, gasps, glares, and looks of disgust.

It appeared as though the two of you had made it back just in time, the other two opponents for the final round already seated and exchanging uncomfortable glances when they noticed your marked skin and Sevika’s arrogant grin.

And Sevika’s cocky smile remained in place as she took her seat diagonally from you. She tucked a fresh cigar between those curled lips and lit it up, acting as if she didn’t have a care in the world that she had very obviously just fucked her supposed opponent. She was downright proud.

You couldn’t be more flattered for it either.

After the dealer passed out the cards, you both got your heads back into the game, but not for long.

Just as things seemed to be looking your way, your attention dropped to Sevika’s mouth, expecting her to signal the next move with how she blew the smoke of her cigar. Instead, you not only found her lips curling into a cocky smirk, but also the tip of her tongue teasing along the plush of her top lip.

That was definitely not one of the agreed-upon signals.

You cleared your throat, shifting in your seat as heat spread between your thighs. Your gaze rose to meet hers and it became immediately clear that she was intentionally toying with you. Distracting you.

Who are we competing against here?

Two could play that game though.

You leaned across the table, intentionally pressing your breasts together and out more as you drew a card. Peering up through your lashes, you found Sevika’s heated gaze focused right where you’d intended it. But the moment she caught sight of your little victory grin, she mirrored your action, deliberately leaning forward to draw her own card, teasing you with a very clear view of her soft curves.

Fucking tease.

Somehow you both managed to stay in the game long enough for the other two men to fold, leaving just the two of you to compete for first place. Though that meant you as a couple were assured the win, that didn’t stop either of you from trying to outwit the other– or out-distract the other.

Cards in one hand, but your eyes not-so-discreetly watching Sevika, you grabbed your drink with your free hand and slowly downed the rest of your drink, tilting your head back to make sure you left that long stretch of neck on display.

Sevika’s gaze dropped to your throat, watching it bob with each swallow of your drink. The corner of her mouth twitched, but she kept her head in the game, pushing the rest of her chips into the center.

Then she did something so fucking devious, you found yourself completely out of your own head. She adjusted her suit jacket and shirt, smooth enough for it to look to others like nothing more than a means to cool herself off, but to you, from your angle at the table, it revealed more than just a tease of that supple flesh.

You swallowed hard, shifting in your chair again and unintentionally rubbing your thighs together.

As if to really drive it home, the moment your eyes drifted up to her face, those damn sinful lips of hers curled into a cocky smirk.

“What’s it gonna be, Princess?” she sneered.

Fuck.

And that was it for you. Without even thinking, you folded.

“Rotten luck,” she sneered as she laid down her cards.

The place erupted into cheering, finally knocking you from your daze. Your attention fell to the cards on the table. You had the better hand, but she had played you. Bluffed and you fell for it so easily.

You slouched back in your seat, defeated and deflated, and just locked eyes with your smug partner as a large number of players and house staff congratulated the both of you. You heard none of it though, nor did Sevika, both of you too preoccupied with each other’s reactions.

It wasn’t until the both of you were being pulled away from the table by the crowd that you finally snapped out of it completely.

You followed Sevika to a large wooden counter at the back of the establishment, presumably where you’d both be collecting rewards.

Once enough of the crowd cleared away, you leaned toward Sevika to whisper, “You just got lucky.”

“Yeah?” she hummed with a smirk as she took her winnings from the woman behind the counter.

“Lucky Ran picked such a distracting fucking outfit for you. Threw me off my game.”

“Your outfit is just as distracting, Princess, and yet I still beat your ass.”

You were about to retort when you noticed her gaze set sternly on something in the distance. You followed the direction to find two young Enforcers talking suspiciously amongst themselves, their attention very obviously honed in on you and Sevika.

“We got a problem,” Sevika said through the side of her mouth.

“What's wrong?” you asked. But you were pretty sure you knew the answer.

“Those two are the ones who saw us fucking in the alley several weeks ago.”

Oh shit.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath, “What do we do? There’s way too many Enforcers here and I don’t have any of my fucking daggers.”

“We need to get your winnings and get the hell out of here. Fast.”

You turned back to the woman behind the counter, forcing a smile as you anxiously waited for her to count out the money.

“Here you go! Congratulations you two! This is the first time we’ve had not only one, but two female winners!” she chirped as she slipped your winnings across the counter.

“Ha. Yeah. Thanks,” you said in a rush, grabbing the money and stuffing it in your purse.

“Will you be sticking around for the after-party?” the woman asked.

You didn’t even bother to answer as Sevika had already started hurriedly moving towards the exit. You took off after her just as the Enforcers started to make their way through the crowd towards you.

“Hey! Stop!” they called out.

Sevika started to book it, and you immediately took off with her, or at least as well as you could given the stupid fucking heels Ran had you wearing.

“Stop them! They’re imposters!”

Oh fuck. Oh Fuck.

Suddenly everyone in the building was watching the two of you sprint for the large doors, Enforcers from every corner now running at you.

Sevika, even in all her girth and large stature, was quickly getting too far ahead of you.

Stupid fucking heels.

You made it out the doors, just barely missing a random ‘hero’ trying to grab at your arm, but then you were faced with the dreaded stairs. Stairs that Sevika had already long ago descended.

“Fuck,” you cursed again. After a quick glance behind you and sizing up the distance between you and the nearest Enforcer, you could see there was no time for you to take your heels off. So down the stairs you went, holding your skirt up to the best of your ability.

Somehow, miraculously, you made it almost all the way down the stairs.

Almost.

The moment your left foot hit the second to last step though, you slipped and toppled forward. A startled yelp pulled from your throat as your body skidded across the pavement. Panicked, you peered over your shoulder to find several Enforcers gaining on you. And to make matters worse, your heel broke in the fall.

“Shit. Shit. Shit!”

Before you could even try to get to your feet, you suddenly found yourself being lifted into the air and thrown over Sevika’s shoulder.

“Fuck, Sevika!” you screamed.

Sevika clung to your barely covered ass as she sprinted toward the Piltover bridge, your body bouncing with every stomp of her large feet.

You wrapped your arms around her torso, holding on for dear life. Lifting your head, you spotted a large number of Enforcers closing in on the two of you, and fast. “They’re gaining on us!” you cried out.

“Shit,” Sevika cussed, but she kept her attention in front of her. Where exactly she planned to run to, you weren’t sure. The lift would never be fast enough for you two to escape, and the Enforcers could easily stop it even if you’d managed to get on it and start the descent into the Undercity.

And then, the next thing you knew, the pavement beneath you suddenly disappeared.

You two were airborne,

“Holy fucking shit, Sevika!” you cried out in terror. Eyes squeezed shut tight, you prayed to any deity listening that you would somehow make it out of this alive. A sudden loud thump, followed by your face smashing against Sevika’s back had you opening your eyes again. There was something beneath you now as Sevika continued to run, but it wasn’t pavement. It was a rooftop.

Good god she was seriously going to fucking jump all the way down with you slung over her shoulder.

As an assassin, you had yourself done that plenty of times. Descended from Piltover to the Undercity via jumping from rooftop to platform to rooftop. But never had you been at the mercy of someone carrying you while they did the jumping.

“Sevika!” you whined again when she leapt down to another platform, slamming hard enough against the metal beneath her feet to have your face smacking against her backside.

Sevika said nothing, just grunted and huffed as she continued to descend further into the darkness and smog that covered the Lanes.

“Sevika, there’s no way they are still following us. They probably stopped the moment you jumped. Put me down. Please!”

It wasn’t until her shiny black shoes hit the pavement and she made her way into a secluded alley that she finally set you on your feet. She looked you square in the eyes, her own narrowed and threatening as she attempted to catch her breath.

“What?” you exclaimed. “I should be mad at you!”

Chest still heaving with her labored breaths, she stepped into your bubble, glaring down at you. “You screamed my name. Multiple times,” she ground out, nostrils flaring.

Oh.

Yeah.

Oops.

“Well, you startled me! No warning at all. Just threw me like a sack over your shoulder!” you argued in your defense. She was right though. That was a pretty stupid move. Her name wasn’t exactly secret. Somebody would know her ties to Silco and come looking for her.

“Next time I’ll leave your useless ass there to get thrown into Stillwater,” she growled.

Your brows furrowed and you stuck your chin out defiantly, meeting her steely gaze. “You wouldn’t really leave me there.”

She arched her brow.

“You need me,” you continued.

“For what?” she spat, taking a step closer.

You took a step back, only for your back to hit a wall. “To fuck!” you spat back, then your voice dropped to a weak murmur, “and cuddle.” You recalled how mad Sevika had looked when Ran had mentioned exactly that to her the other day. Probably not your best choice for arguing when she was already peeved.

Your gaze fell, drifted to something on the pavement, nothing really, just away from her heated stare. “I’m sorry,” you said softly.

Sevika sighed, long and loud, and then you felt her take your chin between her thumb and forefinger, gently guiding you to look up at her again. Her features had somewhat softened. She looked frustrated more so than furious, but you still felt awful for your fuck up.

“I know,” she sighed.

“We won though,” you said quietly, hopefully searching her eyes for a sign of forgiveness.

“We did,” she agreed, the corner of her mouth twitching.

“A lot. Like a shit ton of money,” you continued, your own lips pulling into a small smile.

“Yeah.” A small smirk appeared.

“Those fancy pants idiots had no fucking clue what hit them.”

Her smirk grew.

“Thought there was no chance to be beaten by a couple of women,” you added, your smirk matching hers.

“Thought they could have what wasn’t theirs,” Sevika added, but you were pretty sure she wasn’t talking about the money, not with the way she looked at you.

“But they couldn’t. They’ll never take what belongs to you.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, eyes dropping to your mouth as her thumb swiped across your bottom lip.

Your lips parted and eyes fluttered shut as Sevika slowly leaned down.

“No. They won’t,” she whispered just before pressing her lips to yours. Both her hands fell to gently grip your waist, contrasting cool and warm smoothing over your bare skin.

Your hands slid up her torso, over that widening expanse of exposed skin until you reached the collar of her jacket and pulled your bodies closer.

As impractical as you thought your dress to be, you’d definitely have to thank Ran. Between your wide-open front dress and Sevika’s plunging neckline, you could feel so much of her warm skin against yours, including those lovely, soft breasts of hers. You sighed into her mouth, mind emptying all previous worries and succumbing to the soft touch of your otherwise rough lover.

After several blissful moments, Sevika finally broke the kiss.

You peered up at her adoringly through half-lidded eyes and she returned the gaze with a crooked grin.

She slowly stepped back, leaving you feeling cold without her touch. Her eyes traveled down the length of your body, catching sight of your skinned, bloody knees and broken heel. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up, Princess,” she said before scooping you up into her arms bridal style.

You wrapped your arms around her neck, wearing the biggest grin as you pressed a kiss to her scarred cheek. “Does this make you my prince?” you teased.

She shook her head as if disgusted, but you saw the little smirk still playing on her lips.

“Or maybe my Queen?”

She raised a single brow. “Wouldn’t that make me your mother?”

“I could call you mommy, if that’s what you’re into,” you joked.

She openly smirked. “Would rather you call me daddy.”

Oh.

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