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sluttsumu · 4 months

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ CASE OF THE EX

ೃ࿐ feat. gojo satoru

in which: you run into your ex husband just when he realizes he needs you back.

contains: nsfw, smut, exhusband!gojo, dubcon, infidelity, intoxicated sex (alcohol), breeding, gojo calls reader wifey, exhibitionism if you squint. wc: 1.3k

ೃ࿐ ki’s note: this was supposedly to be a drabble and ended up being way longer than expected. i’m also trying out a diff writing style lmk whatcha think!

it’s freezing, as it normally is in december, but this was a different type of cold.

the standing on your ex husband’s porch, four glasses of wine deep, kind of cold. you’ve been standing outside for borderline five minutes, but you know he’s home.

“satoru..” the door creaks open to a very tipsy gojo standing on the other side. he’s quick to pull you in without another word because, “it’s freezing, why are you here this late?”

locking the door behind you he winces, rubbing his eyes trying to remember what day of the week it is. “is it my weekend to have her?”

her being your daughter, satoru’s beloved angel — the only other girl he’s ever loved besides you.

loved. past tense.

he swears he’s still inlove with you but you never believed it. you hated gojo satoru, but that’s just what you wanted yourself to think. he’s been trying to break down this wall of resentment for months, after all it’s been almost a year since you two split.

“she’s at your mothers house, i dropped her off last night.”

gojo could breathe easy knowing his daughter isn’t here, he didn’t want her to him like this; drunk, that is.

you watched as he disappears into the kitchen, taking your coat and shoes off, leaving them in familiar places.

you don’t why you’re here, back in this house, with him. it’s almost as if you were on autopilot directing yourself to a common place with no intention just…there.

he comes back with a bottle in one hand and two crystal glasses in the other, staring blankly before asking again, “why are you here?”

the silence was loud enough, it was actually the most you two have spoken in the past year.

—

“do you miss me?” smirking with the tilt of his head he rests his head in his palm, eyes flickering between you and the full shot in front of you. the two of you playing a variation of truth or drink.

“satoru…don’t do this to me.” you face palm.

“i know you do, but if your ego is too big to admit it then take it.” slender fingers slide the glass your way, you could see your reflection in the liquid, and god, you look guilty.

speaking of looks, if they could kill you’d be a dead woman. the way he looks back at you across the table reminds you of all of the reasons you crave gojo satoru.

you took the shot, quickly too. it burned going down almost lighting your body on fire in a self-sabotaging way. he found pleasure in watching you not admitting the blatant fact.

“you deny it but it’s true,” standing, he downs the contents of his glass mid-sentence, making you both somewhat even in intoxication.

the ‘clink’ of him setting his glass down next to yours echos as he’s now moved from sitting across to standing in front of you.

“ ‘m sure there a lot you miss about me, hmm?” his hands slide between your hair and skin, four out of five digits resting on the nape of your neck, his thumbs brushing against your cheek.

from gojo’s pov he couldn’t have you in a better place, literally in the palm of his hand. as crazy as it sounds he had to do this, he loves you, and love makes you do some…not nice things.

to be fair, manipulation and persuasion are not the same to him. he never told you to come over, but then again he could’ve called you an uber and sent you back home…that would’ve been the ‘right’ thing to do.

unfortunately for you everything that comes to mind in the head of gojo satoru is right.

you nod shyly, listening to each saccharine word that leaves his lips.

“c’mon wifey, it’s been so long” the nickname filled your chest, heavy. suddenly it was impossible to move from where you sat. “i’m seeing someone..” a hand, on his chest as a half-assed attempt to defy him.

—

“s-satoru!” you sound so cute under him, clawing at his sheets. that little confession did something to him, made him want to punish you in the most primal way.

seeing someone? oh that’s not happening, not as long as he’s breathing will you ever be with another man. you’ll always be his pretty, little, obedient wife, who spreads her legs for him any time he pleases.

after all you’re still legally married. gojo refused to sign the divorce papers you sent him and eventually you stopped trying.

you could feel a vibrating pulse within the sheets, it was your phone ringing at a time like this.

“hello?” he answers the phone mid-fuck. “oh well if it isn’t your little boyfriend? i’m in the middle of fucking your girl silly, clearly you haven’t been doing it right..”

his pace increases to a gruelling speed, each thrust clapping against your ass, and it was fucking loud. “fuck! satoru please—! hang uuuuuup.” your begging only fuelled the fire, you needed to know who you belong to and so did your boy toy on the other line.

gojo can’t help but chuckle pridefully, watching you impaled on his cock, but he needed to hear it. no, the sounds of you practically crying while he fucked you wasn’t enough. he wants to hear you beg for him, praise him even. like a god.

“let him hear it wifey ♡︎” he frees a hand by placing the phone next to your head.

“tell him how much,” thrust. “you need your husband’s cock.” thrust. “i fuck so much better than him don’t i ?” thrust. “awe.. you cryin’?”

“need it—! want it satoru! you’re so— hahh! —good!” he was made to torture you like this, fucking you dumb into his mattress while making you spew naughty things for him.

you could feel his speed getting aggressive. beads of sweat falling down his toned tummy to his v-line, the two of you making a sticky mess from being skin to skin. you couldn’t think, mind hazy and full of him.

“fuuuuuck, how about i stuff you full? maybe i should give you another baby, ‘nother reason to be attached to me.” the hypnosis in his voice casts you further under his spell as he grunts sweet nothings into you ear while he pounded your pussy.

“love it,” you growl into his pillows. “i love you satoru! cumming…i’m cumming, please let me cum—” you could only focus on the high washing over your body as your legs begin trembling, muscles spazzing at your arousal tipping over the edge.

your desperation is music to his ears, his lust turning uncontrollable as he assaults your cunt fucking you hard, and deep. at this rate he’ll get you pregnant.

“cum for me, cum with me— shit!” he drawls, gritted through his teeth, bottoming out in his favourite fucking pussy. this feeling will never get old, fucking you will never not be his favourite pastime.

meanwhile the overstimulation teasing your cunt made you that much wetter, and tighter for him. you couldn’t take it anymore, you need it — need his seed sopping out of you. you didn’t even care about your boyfriend who was still listening to this live porn. gojo’s rewired that wondering brain of yours. back to him, in this house, on his bed, fucking his cock.

you might just even take him back.

his pleasure builds as he pumps into your cunt a few more times, before emptying inside of you. you could feel it, cunt full of him. his body collapses on top of yours, fingers intertwining on your hands while you both catch your breath.

“she’s not coming home.” the line cuts.

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poisoned mercury | check yes, juliet

a/n: poisoned mercury is officially over halfway finished! i'll be posting poisoned mercury playlists soon! pls continue to send me songs that remind you of this series. i'm running out of songs to use as titles. thank u for all the love on this fic <3

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vi. check yes, juliet by we the kings

“where are we going?”

“are you going to ask that every two seconds?”

“you kidnapped me, castellan.”

luke stopped in his tracks, raising an eyebrow at you. you were about a quarter mile away from camp now, and it seemed like every ten steps, you asked him the same question. if he didn’t find you so cute, he would turn around and walk straight back to camp.

“i will throw you over my shoulder and carry you the rest of the way there, five star,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes teasingly. he wasn’t opposed to the idea, but by the look on your face, you certainly were. “don’t test me.”

“and i will scream bloody murder if you do,” you narrowed your eyes at him in a challenging manner.

“here i am, trying to do something nice for you and you accuse me of kidnapping you,” luke continued his steps, slowing down to let you catch up to him. he didn’t realize how much shorter you were than him. the top of your head just went past his shoulders, but your personality made up for the difference. “we’re almost there, keep up.”

“not everyone has long legs, castellan,” you huffed, increasing your pace. “slow down.”

“do you want to get there or not?” he asked, throwing you a teasing smile over his shoulder. you guys really needed to get there soon. the sun was beginning to set and he didn’t want you to have to walk in the dark, even if he was with you. your safety came first, above everything, and he wasn’t gonna put you in a potentially dangerous situation.

you whined, tugging on the side of his t-shirt, “how much longer?”

“that’s it,” luke declared, squatting down to throw you over his shoulder. you squealed, hitting his back with your balled up fists. he knew you didn’t do it to hurt him. he can feel you pulling your punches.

you felt the vibrations from his laughter on his back. luke was enjoying this too much. he carried you over his shoulder like it was nothing. perhaps all those morning workouts were paying off. you twisted your neck to scold him, thankful that he couldn’t see the smile on your lips, “put me down, i swear to god.”

“nope,” he replied, popping the ‘p.’ he tapped your calf with his fingers, “it’s just around the corner.”

luke put you down in front of a building. there were five store fronts, three of which had faulty neon lights. you could barely make out the store names. the other two stores had signs up declaring vacancy. it was a little sketchy, but luke seemed to love it. he had his hands on his hips, staring up at the sign that seemed to say “achilles arcade.”

“what is this place?” luke held the door open for you as you wandered inside the store. the place was dimly lit with old-school arcade games lining the walls. an old man was sitting on a stool behind the counter, reading the morning paper.

“just wait,” luke grinned, pulling on your hand to lead you to get some tokens, “chiron! my man.”

the man placed the newspaper on the surface, eyes lighting up at the sound of luke’s voice. he beamed, “luke castellan! i was afraid you weren’t gonna come back.”

“you know i keep my promises,” luke let go of your hand, introducing you to chiron, “chiron, this is yn. she goes to camp with me.”

“pleasure to meet you,” he tipped his head, reaching under the counter to dig out a bucket full of golden tokens.

you took out your wallet, “how much do we owe you?”

“on the house,” he waved off, “he donated a ridiculous sum of money to keep this place up and running. too generous, this one, so it wouldn’t be right for me to charge you when he’s keeping me in business.”

luke shook his head, sliding a hundred across the counter anyway. he took your wallet and stuffed it in his back pocket, knowing that you’ll probably try to slip him some cash if he didn’t. you grumbled, but decided not to pick a fight. it didn’t seem like one you’d win.

luke grabbed the bucket by the handle and turned to you, “where do you want to start, five star?”

“you took me to an arcade?”

“yeah,” luke said, sheepishly, “whenever i run out of cigs, i always go to an arcade to keep my mind off things. it’s childish, but it works. figured you could try it. plus, there’s a smoke shop across the street so we can go there when we’re done here.”

“only one thing is better than the feeling of a new cherry ice vape,” you got close to him, nearly toe to toe. luke could smell the perfume on your skin, the scent of your shampoo, and his cologne that lingered on the hoodie of his that you wore. he reminded you that you always got cold and that you should bring a sweater, but you assured him that you wouldn’t. halfway to the arcade, you were shivering and luke knew that he made the right decision bringing his hoodie with him.

you rolled your eyes, but accepted it. his hoodie stopped mid-thigh and engulfed you, but it looked better on you than it ever did on him. something about you wearing a hoodie that had his band name on it made his heart skip a beat. he had to listen to you make fun of him for tripping over air after he saw you in his clothes, but he didn’t expect anything less from you.

he licked his lips, eyes darting to your own, “and what is that, five star?”

“beating your ass at galaga.”

luke’s laughter echoed throughout the empty arcade as you ran from him with the tokens in your hand. you looked back at him with a mischievous smile on your face and he felt his heartstrings tug in his chest. you stuck your tongue out at him, starting the game as he stayed in his spot, admiring you.

there weren’t many moments where he could be out in public like this, so when his mom reluctantly agreed to stop at this building on the way to camp due to a flat tire, luke and the boys were ecstatic to find that there was an empty arcade hidden in montauk. luke talked to chiron and learned his story while the boys played random games to kill the time. luke found out that the arcade wasn’t doing well financially with the increase in rent prices and that they would have to close down at the end of the summer if things don’t pick up again. chiron mentioned that he and his partner started this business twenty years ago, and he was sad to see it go.

luke excused himself and snuck back into the tour bus to grab his checkbook. he wrote a check that covered rent and other expenses for the year and gave it to chiron. of course the man refused it, but luke wasn’t taking no for an answer, not after chiron shared that the arcade was the last living piece of his partner. luke castellan was a hopeless romantic, which not many people knew. he knew he was done for the minute he heard their love story.

he stood there for a few moments, watching as you cheered, dodging the blasts of your enemies. you were so animated while you played, so expressive with your eyes and your voice. he’d only seen you like this a handful of times, talking to clarisse about god knows what, talking to the younger campers and asking them questions about their projects and interests, and when you asked him about his music. all of your monotoned replies and deadpan looks were all he got for the longest time, it seemed like your nonchalance was only for him, so it was nice to see you like this. it felt like you were warming up to him.

he thought about the talk the two of you had in your room, how different you’d been then. after being iced out for weeks, luke was a little shocked at how soft you were with him earlier, playing with his rings, holding his hand, talking to him. it was a welcomed surprise, of course, but he expected you to kick him to the curb. he still didn’t understand what actually happened after the concert, but he figured you already had a tough day, so that conversation can wait.

he made his way to you, leaning across the screen to slightly block your view, “you might be better than me at this game, but your ass is mine at guitar hero.”

“not fair,” you were focused on the game, eyes glued on the screen in front of you. “you’re in a band. of course you’re gonna be better than me at that.”

“life’s not fair, five star,” luke poked your side, making you squirm. you died in the game because of it. “my turn, yeah?”

you shoved his chest, reluctantly moving over. “you cheated.”

he looked over his shoulder, smirking, “how did i cheat?”

“you distracted me!”

“i did not!” he argued, chuckles escaping his lips. his tongue darted out the corner of his mouth. his concentration face was annoyingly attractive.

“did too,” you mumbled, watching over his shoulder to see how he was doing. he was doing really well. damn teenage boys and their affinity for video games. your chin rested comfortably on his shoulder blade as you watched him play.

luke’s breath hitched in his throat, suddenly too aware that you were so close to him. he could feel your breath against the nape of his neck, your lips dangerously close to where his tattoo was. he snuck a glance at you, noting how you were too focused on his score inching closer to your own.

“ha!” you yelled, pulling away from him. you bumped his hip with yours, moving him out of the way, “my turn.”

“okay, you cheated.”

you hit pause on the game, placing your hands on your waist, “how?”

“you were distracting me! putting your head on my shoulder and shit.”

“awww,” you cooed, playfulness in your tone, “do i make you nervous?”

luke’s face flushed. he shook his head, tilting his head down to hide the color on his face. he rubbed the back of his neck, “play your fucking game.”

you said something about him being a sore loser and cheered loudly when you beat his score. when you both ran out of lives, luke led you to guitar hero and as expected, kicked your ass at the game. the two of you played in the arcade until there was one golden token left in the bottom of the bucket. as you wandered around the room, your eyes landed on a black and white photobooth tucked away in the corner.

“let’s take some pictures,” you grabbed his hand, leading him over there before he could say no. you shoved him inside the photobooth, tapping his knee to make him stop manspreading on the small bench.

it could barely fit two people so it was a tight squeeze. you were sitting so close to luke, thighs pressed together as you tapped on the small screen to begin the process. luke could feel the warmth of your skin against his and he was glad that there was no colored photos option because his cheeks were bright red. maybe he can blame the lights making him feel hot if you brought it up, but he wasn’t sure if his voice even worked enough to utter out his excuse.

“you better smile, castellan,” you threatened, turning to look at him before you inserted the token in the slot. “not that little side smirk shit that you do in all your pictures.”

“what side smirk?”

“that thing you do in your pictures!” you shouted, “in every single instagram post, you always do it.”

luke raised an eyebrow, a cocky smile appearing on his lips, “you��ve stalked my instagram?”

“not the point,” you ducked, pretending to mess with the settings of the photobooth. luke can see your shy smile on the screen in front of him. “i’m just saying, smile normally.”

“that’s how i smile, five star! what do you want me to do?”

“that is not how you smile!” you argued. you took a deep breath, steadying yourself as you faced him. he was already looking at you, soft eyes and a hint of a smile on his features. a stray curl was out of place on his head and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching over to put it back in place. luke held his breath as your fingers grazed the side of his face, taking much longer than you needed to fix his hair. your thumb subconsciously rubbed against the scar on his cheek. luke let his eyes close at the feeling.

“there,” you whispered, pulling your hand back to your side. “that’s how you smile.”

he tried his best to keep that same expression on his face to see what you were talking about. he glanced at the screen and found himself stunned at what he found. you were right. this is not how he looked in his instagram pictures. he almost didn’t recognize himself as he stared. he looked different like this.

there were no creases between his eyebrows or on his forehead, like there was no stress on his shoulders. his eyes looked brighter somehow as if he was at peace, exactly where he needed to be at that moment. his lips were quirked up in a tender smile, parts of his teeth showing between the gap of his top lip and bottom lip. did he always look like this when he was with you? awe-struck and enraptured by your presence?

he should feel pathetic, but he couldn’t bring himself to, not when you were looking at him like you enjoyed this clandestine look on his face, a look that he reserved only for you. he couldn’t feel pathetic when you were looking at him in the same way. a secret language between the two of you, that nobody else in the world could even begin to understand.

the countdown on the screen started and luke was pulled from his thoughts quickly when you pressed your cheek against his, grinning as the timer flashed across the screen. he let himself smile, teeth on full display before the flash went off. the second countdown began and luke watched you fumble around to pick the next pose. you settled on a silly pose, sticking your tongue out as you held up the ‘rock and roll’ sign with your hand. he followed your lead, letting a snicker leave his lips at how fitting the pose was.

the final photo was uncoordinated. luke wasn’t ready for the flash to go off. you placed your hand on his shoulder, craning your neck to look up at him. if he leaned down an inch or two, his lips would touch yours. the realization had the wires in his brain crossed. when the machine took the picture, luke was staring lovingly into your eyes, a look of indecision on his face. his lips were curled into a bashful smile, the tip of his nose touching yours.

“five star,” luke breathed out, his arm snaking around your waist. your leg was now placed on top of his own.

you gulped, nudging his nose with yours, “luke…”

he’d never heard his name leave your lips before other than when you were mocking the gossips you heard about him. he’d never heard your real voice call him by his name. now that he has, he was addicted to the sound of it. he never liked his name that much, but somehow, when you said it, it sounded like poetry. he never thought a single syllable could sound so beautiful, have his knees buckling at the utterance of it. but with you, he supposed there was always a first for everything.

when the bright red words stating “your photos are ready!” illuminated the inside of the photobooth, the two of you jumped apart from each other, blushing wildly. luke took a moment for himself inside the photobooth, rubbing his face with his palms, as you walked out to retrieve the pictures. luke followed you after taking a few deep breaths.

he saw you leaning against the wall, the two strips of pictures in your hand. you had a goofy grin on your face, admiring them. luke sauntered next to you, taking a look at the photos.

he accepted the strip of photos you handed him, “we probably should’ve discussed our poses beforehand.”

“i dunno,” you were still staring at the pictures, biting your bottom lip. “i like ‘em.”

luke hummed, taking out his wallet. he folded the strip in threes, slotting the last photo in the clear compartment of his wallet. it looked perfect against the black leather, like it was the last thing needed to make his wallet look complete. he slipped it back in his back pocket, taking yours out to return to you.

“smoke shop?” he asked.

“please,” you nodded, beginning to walk out of the arcade. you waved goodbye to chiron who moved onto doing the daily crossword. “bye chiron! great to meet you!”

he bid the two of you goodbye, a knowing gaze on his face. you were already out the door when he sent luke a wink that had him shaking his head, face turning red at the man’s antics. luke shut the door behind him, ushering you over to the sidewalk towards the smoke shop, “i’m out of cigs too, so this is actually perfect timing.”

you waited outside the smoke shop, sitting on the curb. luke had a fake id (for research purposes, of course. he was just curious to see what the kentucky ids looked like.) so he bought your vape and his cigarettes. when he emerged, he joined you on the curb, pulling out his phone to call an uber back to camp.

the sun was long gone and he could hear the owls hooting in the distance. it was not a good idea to walk back to camp, even if it wasn’t even a mile away. he watched you unwrap your vape, taking a small hit from it. he lit his cigarette with the lighter he carried with him and smoked with you in silence.

“uber is gonna take twenty minutes,” he said, placing his phone between the two of you, face up. “i’m guessing there’s not many people around here.”

you glanced at his phone, giggling at his lockscreen. it was a picture of the entire band, wearing matching novelty sunglasses taken at a .5 angle. they looked ridiculously like the guys you’ve grown to adore. “i like your lockscreen.”

luke tapped his phone to wake it up. he let out a laugh, “mom took it when we played vegas for the first time. we were too young to go out and we were too afraid to use our fakes so we went to m&m world and got wired on sugar.”

“you guys are really close, huh?”

“got to be,” luke shrugged, “we’re together 24/7, but even before that… these guys are my brothers. love ‘em, even when they’re a pain in my ass. what’s your lockscreen?”

you pulled out your phone, showing him the picture of you, clarisse, and silena flipping off the camera. it was taken during one of your (failed) attempts at studying at the library. you were all in sweatpants and large hoodies with the stress of midterms evident on your faces. “that’s silena, my other best friend from unc. her boyfriend, charlie, took this picture because he said we looked absolutely miserable. and we do, but it makes me happy looking back at it. we were struggling together and we somehow made it out together.”

“i do not miss school at all,” luke blew out the smoke in his mouth, “i was a shit student.”

“but now look at you,” you teased, “mr. rockstar.”

“yeah, yeah,” luke copied your voice, “can’t complain.”

you hummed, tucking your vape in the pocket of luke’s hoodie, “you can, especially with me. i’m the number one hater, so i enjoy complaining quite a bit.”

“oh, i know.”

you smacked his arm, rolling your eyes as he stumbled in his seat, laughing. you cleared your throat, voice turning serious, “seriously. i owe you for today, so complain to me all you want.”

“you don’t owe me shit, five star,” luke put out his cigarette, standing up as his phone alerted him that the uber was coming soon. he held out his hand to help you up. “but i will take you up on that offer. of course, i can only do that if you don’t ignore me for weeks again.”

you slapped his hand away, shaking your head, smiling, “shut the fuck up.”

luke flagged down the uber, placing a hand on your lower back to lead you into the backseat. you entered, making polite conversations with the lady in the driver’s seat.

“for chase?”

luke nodded, “yup, thanks so much.”

as the car drove off in the direction of camp, you turned to luke, mouthing, “chase?”

he took out his wallet and handed you his fake id: chase reed, brown eyes, brown hair, 5’11.

luke safely tucked the id back in its slot when you tossed it back at him, giggling at his alter-ego. he didn’t say anything when you moved closer to him, sitting in the middle seat, and held his hand the rest of the way back to camp.

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seeingivy · 1 year

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satoru gojo x f!reader

in which you can’t stop thinking about satoru, after you share a drunk kiss at a party

author’s note: writing this to avoid being too sad and to avoid my post-eras tour depression

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

You fumble the door closed, your hands aimlessly pushing the lock of the door closed as you face the mirror.

Fuck. Who the hell let you keep drinking?

Your hair is a tangled mess, your mascara clumped around your eyes. Your lips are tattooed pink from all the wine you had been drinking. Wait, where did your wine glass go?

You turn around to find the bottle not glass you had brought in with you, fully spilt over the bathtub. Great.

At that moment, the door opens and Satoru Gojo climbs into the bathroom, nearly knocking you over. You lean over, your head hanging over the sink. You’re going to wretch.

“Occupied, Gojo.” you groan.

He moves at the sight of you, plopping onto the floor, his head in between his knees. You’re glad you’re not the only one who had too much to drink.

“Stop calling me that L/N.” he slurs, basically slumping further on the floor.

You shake your head, confused by what the hell he was talking about. You just called him by his fucking name.

“No. That’s my last name.”

Fuck. Did you say that last part out loud?

You lift your head from the sink, moving to join him on the ground. The two of you sit back against the wall, cheeks pink and panting. You really did have too much to drink. That’s the last time you listen to Geto again.

“Call me by my first name.”

“I don’t even know you that well.”

You try to lean your head against his shoulder, but miss entirely and end up falling into his lap.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Got tired of holding my head up. And you don’t call me by my first name either.”

You readjust, your head in his lap, his hands in your hair. If you were sober, you would tense at the contact - never getting this close to anyone, let alone Satoru Gojo. But you weren’t sober. You leaned into the touch, staring up at his icy blue eyes. His cheeks are red, eyes dilated.

“You know me. First name.”

“No. What is your favorite book?

“Slaughterhouse Five.”

“Favorite Taylor Swift song?”

“Gorgeous.”

“You’re ran through. Why do you, a man, know that song?”

“Shut up.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Light blue.”

“That’s stupid. You’re just saying that because that’s the color of your eyes.”

“My eyes are not light blue.”

You sit up, adjusting yourself in his lap to look at his eyes. You place your hands on the sides of his cheeks, lifting his head to get a look at his eyes. He flutters his eyes open, staring into yours.

Since when was he so…pretty?

“Pretty? Not gorgeous?”

Shit. Why are you talking out loud? You wince, sticking your head into the crook of his neck out of embarrassment. He brings his arms around you, his hands slightly shaking against your back.

“I think you’re pretty too, Y/N.”

The air leaves the room. You freeze. Your hands are shaking, stuck around his neck. His hands were now firm, holding you steady in his lap. He looks into your eyes, his gaze suddenly piercing.

“Yes, Satoru. I think you’re pretty.” you whisper, your voice drying in your throat.

It’s his turn to freeze, the grip on your waist tightening even more. He shifts, his right hand moving to cradle the side of your face. He’s so close, you swear you can feel his breathing against your lips, the smell of wine still hanging from his lips. His lips.

Instinctively, your eyes darting down to them, his lips tinted a similar shade of pink to yours. He leans forward, his lips pressing to yours.

It feels like a shock, electric, burning. Satoru Gojo is kissing you. Satoru Gojo is fucking kissing you. Why haven’t you done this before? When can you do it again?

The door knocks, Shoko pounding against the door.

“Y/N! We’re fucking leaving, get out.”

You and Satoru pull apart, still tangled in each other's arms. You meet his gaze, his face radiating pure warmth. My god, was he was the sun?

Why the hell did he have to kiss you like that? He reaches up, his thumb running across the length of your lip, still swollen from the place he had just kissed you. He just kissed you. Satoru Gojo just kissed you.

“I’ll leave you here to rot. Get out!”

You speak up, realizing Shoko would break down the damn door if you didn’t come out soon.

“Satoru.”

At the sound of his name, he leans forward, his lips pressing against yours again. He nearly knocks you over, leaning over you on the bathroom floor. This time, the kiss is more desperate, hungry. Like he’s wants something from you. You break apart, attempting to speak, but he keeps pulling you close again, smashing your lips together again.

“She’s-

Kiss.

“Right outside.”

Kiss.

“I have to go.”

Kiss.

“Come on, I really have to go.”

He stops, his gaze peering into yours. He places two final kisses, one on the side of the neck and then the tip of your nose, before letting you go. The two of you stand up, wobbling from the alcohol still in your system. You balance each other, hands clasped together before you regain your balance.

You look up one last time, your hands resting against his biceps. He’s still drunk, his head lazily leaning against yours. His blue eyes stare down at you, the makings of a smile on his face. You stand on the tips of your toes, your turn to press a kiss to his lips. He leans in, the kiss soft. He breaks, giving you the biggest smile you had seen on his face yet. You plant another one at the side of his cheek before leaving.

“Bye Satoru.”

You can’t look at Satoru anymore. Not Satoru, Gojo. You can’t look at Gojo anymore.

The following morning, you woke up in Shoko’s bed, who had informed you Suguru had made brunch plans since everyone ‘owed’ him for trashing his room. She had already told you she had no intention of paying for any part of that breakfast, but instead was going to get free food. You didn’t think Satoru, no Gojo, would show up so you accompanied her.

This is where you found yourself, unable to make eye contact with Gojo. One look at him and all you could think about was his lips on your neck, his fingers brushing across your lips, his hands in yours. Which was rather uncomfortable, because he was seated right across from you, knees knocking with yours right under the table.

Why the fuck did he have to be so god damn tall? You couldn’t even brush past his knee without feeling your heart pounding in your chest. He was electric, a fire, burning you every second he sat across from you.

You feel your hands shaking at your sides, fighting the urge to reach over and touch the side of his face. Press kisses into the side of his neck. Run your fingers over his lips.

Suguru shakes his hand in front of your face, catching your attention.

“Sorry, what?”

“My friend from the party last night! He was asking about you.”

“What friend?”

“The one you talked to. For like the first two hours.”

You pause, trying to wrack your memories of this guy. When did you talk to a guy? All you can remember is Satoru, his hands all over you, lips tangled with yours.

“Well, he wants to see you at the party next week. Asked for your number and everything.”

“Oh.”

Nanami leans over, joining the conversation.

“I took classes with him last semester. He’s a nice guy.”

“I’ve heard he’s good in bed.”

You turn your head, glaring at Shoko.

“Do you always have to be so vulgar?” you ask, pinching the bridge of your nose.

She narrows her eyes, a blank expression plastered on your face.

“It’s been a while for you. You should get some to release all that tension in your forehead. You look all hot and bothered.”

You glare at her before prodding your fingers into her forehead. Suguru laughs, pulling his arm around your shoulder.

“Want to drive him real crazy? So bad you’ll have to get some?”

“What? You’re worse than Shoko, Suguru.”

“Wear blue.”

You give him a confused look.

“It’s his favorite color. He won’t be able to resist.”

You sit back, crossing your arms to look at Satoru. He doesn’t say anything, only speaking up again when the topic changes to how much Suguru drank last night.

Who are you kidding? He was drunker than you. Maybe he doesn’t even remember.

Saturday rolls around and you’ve devised the perfect plan for the party. You’re going to wear blue. Light blue.

If Satoru remembers, if he really likes you, it’ll drive him crazy, per Suguru’s words. Granted, hinging an entire plan off of Suguru’s horny ramblings is a bit of a gamble, but you’re willing to roll the dice.

If he doesn't remember, you can flirt with the guy Suguru was mentioning, though you don’t know his name or what he looks like. You’ll make it a point to have Shoko point him out, but you’re hoping it doesn’t get that far in the first place. If things go your way, you’ll be tangled in Satoru’s arms in a few hours.

You show up to the party two hours late, fretting over how your hair and dress looked for too long. You never really got overly ready for these parties, but here you were, hoping to impress stupid Satoru Gojo.

You waltz into the kitchen, to find Shoko, Gojo, and Geto leaned over a chocolate cheesecake. You join them, Suguru grabbing your hand to spin you around as you stand next to him.

“Damn, Rookie! You clean up nice.”

You feel your cheeks warm at his words, pushing him off you. Shoko winks at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You can smell the beer on her breath already, knowing it was her turn to be wasted this week.

“Did you wear a matching set?”

“Shoko. Shut up.”

“You can’t get some if your bra and panties don’t match.”

“Stop asking me questions about my bra and panties. Drag me to the bathroom yourself if you want me that bad.”

She sticks her tongue out at you, before turning to rummage through the kitchen with Geto. You and Satoru are left standing alone, their abandoned cheesecake next to you.

He’s staring you down, the same look in his eyes from the bathroom. You feel your heart pound at the closeness between you, his lips only a few feet away. Moment of truth.

At that moment, you feel an arm sling around your waist, spinning you into someone’s chest. You’re facing a guy with blonde hair and hazel eyes, his strong smell overwhelming you.

“Y/N! I’ve been waiting for you all night.”

“Um. Do I know you?”

“Haru. We talked at the party last week.”

You feel the embarrassment rush to your cheeks. This was the guy you talked to last week, the one they were mentioning.

“Right! Give me a second, I just have to go to the bathroom.”

Before he can respond, you scurry off to the bathroom, leaving Satoru and the guy standing there at the counter.

You close the door behind you, fumbling with the lock as you sit on the toilet seat. You’re in over your head. Gojo doesn’t even like you. He barely even gave you a second glance when you walked in.

You hear the door open, Gojo storming in. You stand up as he walks in, speechless at the sight of him. He’s staring you down, the anger rising to his cheeks. He puts his hands on your shoulders, your heart already thumping at him touching you.

“Why did you do it?”

“Do what, Satoru?”

He laughs, pushing you against the wall and slotting his mouth against yours. You’re caught off guard, the kiss the same as the one before. Aggressive, desperate, needy. He pulls off of you, panting.

“Shut up. You know what you’re doing.”

He presses his lips against yours again, deepening the kiss from before. His hands find their way to your sides, his warm hands tangled in yours. You pull back, your heart about to burst in your chest. You can feel the blood rushing to your head, moving so fast you were seconds away from seeing stars.

“What are you talking about?”

“You kissed me like that in the bathroom last week. All soft and sweet, whispering ‘Bye Satoru’ in my ear. You see me the next day, barely even giving me a second glance, talking about getting some from another guy. And today, you show up in blue, but you’re here in the bathroom pressed up against me, whispering my name like you don’t know what it does to me.”

You freeze. Is this really happening? What does he mean?

“What does it do to you?” you whisper.

He lets you go, turning back to lean over the counter. He’s pissed. He’s actually pissed.

“You’re impossible. You say my name and everything just stops.”

You feel your cheeks warm at the confession, heart bursting with joy. You join him at the counter, pressing your pointer finger into the side of his arm to get his attention. He turns to look at you, towering over you.

“Satoru…”

“Don’t start, Y/N.”

“Let me finish.”

You reach forward, resting your hands against your biceps. You push into the side of his arms, grounding yourself in the moment. He’s really here. This is happening.

“You like blue too. I bought this dress so you could take it off,” you whisper, looking up at him.

You feel him freeze against you, his turn to be shocked by the confession. After a few seconds, he reaches forward, pushing your hair behind your ears. He reaches down, lifting you to sit on the counter.

The two of you are the same height now, your arms secured around his neck. He leans forward, standing in between your spread legs. You suddenly feel embarrassed, burying your face into the side of his neck again.

“Did you just make a Taylor Swift reference?”

You punch him in the stomach.

“You, Satoru Gojo, are ran through. Why do you even know that?”

“Because I was enchanted to meet you?”

You smack across the side of his face, glaring at him.

“Stop mocking me. You’re such a man whore.”

“No, really. I listened to her music after Saturday, because I know how much you love her.”

“Oh. I thought you just wanted to like…do what we did last week.”

He stops, pressing his forehead against yours.

“No, no. I want you to stay. I don’t want you like a best friend, I want the whole damn thing.”

You feel the smile spreading across your face, breaking apart to hold his face in your hands. He waits for a response, but you’re unsure what to say. How do you say the right thing?

“That’s also a Taylor Swift song. Stay stay stay.”

He smiles, cradling your face in his hands.

“You are impossible.”

He leans forward, pressing a warm kiss to your mouth. You can feel his heart thumping in his chest and you’re sure yours is beating at the same pace. He lets go, interlocking his fingers with yours before you join the party again.

“Who taught you how to kiss like that? You’re so ran through, Y/N.”

“You don’t want to know.”

You see him pouting at you as he exits the door, him slinging his arm around your waist as he whines into your hair.

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siriussslut · 4 days

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warnings: semi-public sex, dom/sub, mommy kink, degradation, pain, screaming

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you stare at your reflection in the freezer door, ignoring the boxes of frozen waffles to make sure your tits are pushed up just right, showing the perfect amount of cleavage. your outfit is innocent enough, but your sweater is the tiniest bit too loose, slipping down and revealing the top of your breasts. your jeans are just a little too low-rise, showing the tiniest peaks of your lacy thong.

you grab your basket and head to check out. lily’s checkout counter has no line, and she’s clearly bored as she types on her phone. your chest warms when your phone vibrates and you realize she’s texting you. you set your stuff down on the conveyer belt. “hey, lily.”

she glances up, eyes immediately snagging on your body. her gaze lingers on the thong straps before settling on your breasts, and finally meeting your gaze.

her cheeks are flushed. “what are you doing here?”

“oh, we were running low on milk,” you say, gesturing to the carton between the two of you.

“you could’ve just asked me to bring some home.”

you lean closer, lowering your voice. “but i missed you.” you’re shorter than her, so you take this opportunity to give her your best fuck-me eyes through your lashes. she stares at you for a moment, frozen, before turning back to the checkout counter behind her.

“remus, i’m taking five. you’re okay covering?” she isn’t really asking, already heading to the back room with you in tow.

remus smirks at the two of you. “yeah, alright.”

she pulls you along, slamming the door behind you. her eyes turn mean when it’s just the two of you.

“what were you thinking? showing up here dressed like a slut.”

“i missed you,” you repeat, pulling off your sweater and tossing it to the floor.

her gaze sticks to your bra, the way it cups your tits, lacy and delicate.

she presses you against the door with her body, pinning you.

“yeah? or did you just miss getting off?”

“both.” you lean up to catch her lips in a kiss.

she’s unbuttoning your jeans as she kisses you back, fingers fumbling before tossing them away. she practically rips your thong away as your lips break apart, sinking down onto her knees.

she groans at the sight of you. “oh fuck, you’re such a whore. slutty little pussy dripping. so needy.”

she gets up, pulling a chair towards the two of you. she pushes it under the door handle, blocking anyone from getting in.

“sit,” she orders.

you obey immediately, spreading your legs open for her.

she inhales deeply before closing the gap between the two of you. she licks between your folds, collecting all of your desire on her warm tongue.

she spreads your lips open to see your tiny stretched-out hole.

it’s aching for her, begging, a wet cavern waiting for her touch.

she licks circles around it before slipping inside, squeezing her way between your walls.

you moan, head hitting the door.

“shh,” she mumbles into your cunt. “good sluts stay quiet.”

“y-yes, mommy,” you say, fog filling your brain.

she spends some time deep in your hole, exploring your insides. you swear to god you can feel her all the way in your chest, sliding and licking.

she eventually pulls out, kissing her way up to your clit. it’s pink and puffy, engorged from her touch.

“such a pretty clit wasted on such a whore.”

you whimper, grinding into her open mouth. she kisses around your throbbing bud, sucking it between her lips.

she shoves two fingers into your sopping hole, fucking you at a ruthless pace.

“dumb slut.” she bites.

you shove your hand against your mouth, muffling the scream that tears out of you.

a knock rattles against the door on your back. you can feel lily grin into your core.

“b-busy,” you mumble between a moan. you can hear footsteps trail away.

the hazy cloud of pain and embarrassment sends you over the edge. you shake as you come, grinding into lily’s face. white spots of pure pleasure dance in your eyes.

she doesn’t stop her attack on your pussy even when you’ve calmed slightly, the shaking coming to a halt.

“m-mommy?”

“we still have more time.”

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sexual tension with ghost that leads to sex (but he’s kinda toxic) part two

“bro, did you hear something last night?” soap asks to konig, but the whole breakfast table look at him with curious eyes. “something?” konig raises an eyebrow, and you think you’re starting to sweat. “yeah, like… sex. i swear to god i heard moans all night, and i’m pretty sure i wasn’t dreaming.” holy shit, you almost choke on your pineapple juice. you stay silent, though, not wanting to say a word because you’re a bad liar and it would look suspicious.

“it must’ve been ghost and a girl, he’s a whore, we all know that.” konig chuckles, making soap agree with a laugh. my god, this is so nice; waking up to people saying that the man you casually had sex with, fucked half of the world. “did you hear it too, y/n?” soap looks at you innocently. he probably just wants to make sure you’re not being left out. “uh, not really. i think i was too tired to hear anything.” you smile half heartedly, soap raises an eyebrow.

“you literally share a fucking wall with him, your room is glued to his. shit, you really was tired, huh?” he laughs and you agree, chuckling. you stop smiling when you notice that everybody’s posture has changed. and then, you feel his presence behind you. “good morning, idiots.” ghost suddenly breaks the silence. “i need to talk to you for a second. about something. in my room.” he continues and you pray to god that he’s talking to someone else, so you stay still, staring at the window in front of you. however, no one says a word, and they’re all looking at you, waiting for some kind of reaction.

“w-what?” you chuckle anxiously, turning your body to face him. “i mean, of course.” you swallow hard, forcing a smile. at this point, they probably know that you were the bitch moaning all night. “after you.” he gestures with his hand and you nod, now walking to his room. truth is, he’s not a gentleman, he just loves your ass so much that he can’t help but admire the sight of it in these tight pants of yours. “go ahead.” he encourages you when you stop in front of his door. you nod again, entering his room.

ghost locks the door and suddenly you’re even more anxious. “please, don’t ever say that again in public.” you sigh, sitting on his comfortable chair. “i’ll say whatever i want whenever i want.” he lights up a cigarette and you roll your eyes. ghost sits on the edge of his bed, manspreading like the insufferable man he is, while he smokes his cigarette peacefully. you stare at him and you’ve just realized that he has his mask and balaclava off. fuck you, you’ll never get used to his pretty face.

“what do you want?” you ask, crossing your legs for some reason. he’s undressing you with his eyes and it makes you cheeks flush. “isn’t it obvious?” he has a very serious tone in his voice, but you know him, he’s just fucking around with you. he loves to make you feel dumb. “my body?” you joke, chuckling. “that’s funny.” he answers with no emotion at all, although he’s smirking.

“i need you…” ghost starts, but he looks very unsure about it. you frown, waiting for him to continue his sentence, but he never does. “you need me…?” you encourage him. “i need you to be in charge for a while.” he finally says, but at this point you don’t even know if he’s talking about sex or other stuff. “what do you mean?” you’re very confused as he puts the cigarette away. he’s chuckling because he knows that you’re so fucking dirty minded.

“i need you to be in charge of things here while i’m away. i’ll be gone for five days or something.” ghost explains and your heart drops for a moment. maybe because he’s the only one here that feels like home to you. a wrecked one, but still. “why me, though?” you swallow hard, not liking the idea. “because i said so.” he simply says.

“so… when you’re leaving?” you stand up, he does the same. you stare at each other for a moment. “in a few minutes.” oh. okay. you try to hide your disappointment as you smile half heartedly. “good. okay, then. i’ll try to take care of everything.” you’re terrified but he nods. “thanks.” he says, nonchalant. you know ghost hates to be vulnerable, but this time, you actually feel some kind of sincerity behind his words.

he’s looking at you as if he’s meaning to tell you something that he doesn’t feel comfortable enough to. so you wait for him, you wait for his time. as if the universe is against you, ghost comes closer to you. you hold your breath as he takes a deep one. he places a kiss on your shoulder, making you already lose your senses. “my bed will miss us.” he says in a low tone, almost a soft one, but you know better. he could miss the sex, but not you as a person. his smirk makes you want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.

“the team sure won’t.” you both chuckle. ghost starts kissing your neck and you’re not you anymore. “why’d you say it like that?” you can feel his smile against your skin. “because they heard us.” you answer as if it was obvious, making him stop kissing your neck to look at you. “us?” he raises an eyebrow, holding back a laugh. fucking asshole. “i told you to stop being so fucking loud, you just didn’t care. now face the consequences.” before you could answer, ghost grabs your neck and you immediately give up.

it feels like a breath of fresh air when he kisses you. it’s like you waited your whole life to feel his lips crash against yours again. the way he does it so impatiently but so slowly will always catch you off guard. his eager tongue exploring your mouth makes your heart miss a beat. your bottom lip between his teeth is something that you could get used to, just like the sounds that escape his mouth every now and then when he’s on the verge to fuck you.

“y/n…” he’s out of breath against your lips, forehead pressed against yours. “bend over.” you widen your eyes. his voice is pure lust, his hands wandering all over your body. you’re in front of the desk already, his torso pressing against your back. you can’t deny him, even under the risk of being heard again. so you nod as he unbuckles his belt while kissing your spine.

(…)

seven days later, ghost came back. at first, you were curious about his delay, but then you remembered that you were nothing but a casual fuck to him. therefore, you didn’t really have the right to ask him about his personal life, such as his job. you’re pulled out of your thoughts when you finally hear his voice echoing through the corridor, making you frown in your bed, since it’s four in the morning and you were trying to get some sleep.

“for fuck’s sake, johnny. i’ll take the bullet off myself, go to sleep.” you hear him complaining and you’re preoccupied. well, you hate the fact that you’re your lieutenant’s neighbor. when soap walks away, you open the door, catching ghost off guard. he’s shirtless but his arm is bleeding, so you try to ignore his big and toned torso. you swallow hard when you see the blood dripping down on the ground.

“what the hell, ghost.” you mumble in a certain despair, opening his door as a way to try to help him. he’s looking at you like he missed your face, but he rather die than do vulnerable stuff that implies commitment, so he physically can’t handle your company right now. “i’ll take it from here.” ghost says, pushing you away from his door gently. “let me help you.” you say, touching his shoulder.

“i’ll talk to you later, okay? please.” he sounds in a rush, almost as if he’s afraid of you, as if he has to run away from you as soon as possible, making you nod defeatedly. ghost was going to kiss your forehead but then he remembered that you’re nothing but his casual fuck, so he settled for a kiss on your cheek before closing the door at your face.

(…)

he didn’t talk to you later that day, nor the next one. but he would obviously knock at your door at three in the morning when he can’t cum with his hand and need you to do the job. you almost throw up when you realize that this is so lieutenant ghost. “fuck off!” your scream echoes through the door, making him shush you immediately. you roll your eyes as you stop getting ready to sleep to open the goddamn door. unfortunately for you, ghost is wearing those stupid grey sweatpants and a white tight tee.

“are you trying to wake the whole base up?” he’s visibly mad but you don’t give a fuck. “yeah, got any problems with that?” you mock, holding the fuck out of the door, just in case he decides to come in without your permission. “my only problem right now is your behavior. what’s up with that?” ghost sighs impatiently as he grabs your arm and pushes the both of you inside. slick son of a bitch.

“and why the fuck are you half naked? it’s freezing cold.” he notices that you’re wearing nothing but your pink lingerie. it makes him hard, really. “because i just got out of the shower. i was getting ready to bed when you decided to piss me off.” you sigh, staring at him with crossed arms. ghost stares back at you, placing a hand on his heart for a few seconds just because. “uh huh, so…” oh my god, he literally couldn’t care less. he starts walking slowly towards you, hands on his waist.

ghost licks his lips, taking a deep breath. “i’m sorry about that night, i should’ve been more grateful. you took care of everything while i was gone, thank you.” his breathing is erratic, he must really hate apologizing. you like it, though — the way he’s struggling. his ego is huge, even for a big man like him. “it’s fine, ghost.” you answer in a tired tone. “thanks for being intentional this time.” you smile half heartedly as he nods. ghost swallows hard. being so close to you while you look this good should be a crime, specially when you’re not willing to give in.

“how’s your arm, by the way?” you break the silence, placing your hand on his massive arm gently. “feels like a brand new one.” he lies, grabbing your hand away from it, but he doesn’t let go of your touch. “it seems that it still hurts and it’s not healed yet.” you point out, raising an eyebrow at him. he literally has a bandage around his biceps. “does it matter?” ghost chuckles, just enjoying the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his. “it matters to me.” you simply say, looking into his lost eyes. “it shouldn’t.” before you could answer, he kisses you unexpectedly. it’s not desperate, it’s slow and sensual.

you know this is your lieutenant’s way of running away from feelings. because to him, feelings are temporary. “i’ve missed your body so much.” he mumbles against your lips as you try to ignore the word body. “i’d fuck my fist every night, thinking it was your mouth instead.” ghost announces and for some reason you don’t get mad, you get wet. “did you touch yourself in this pink set while i was gone?” he breathes next to your ear and you shiver when you feel his tongue on your neck, alongside with the cold wall hitting your back.

“careful with that answer, say yes and i’ll break you off.” he emphasizes, you can feel his smirk against your skin. he licks and sucks and you don’t have any choice but to close your eyes in pleasure. “no, never.” you lie in a low whimper. embarassing. “fucking liar.” ghost chuckles dryly, making you wetter than before. “i bet your fingers can’t even hit your spot, not after i’ve been inside you.” he leaves your neck to look into your eyes. “y-you’re right.” you say, already breathless.

“yeah?” he sounds so mean as he pulls you impossibly closer to his body so he can kiss you painfully slow again. “the thought of us fucking so good for the first time must’ve been useful for you.” ghost takes your bra off and you take his shirt off very carefully to not hurt his arm. “what was that about?” he laughs, mocking at your concern. “i’m worried, okay? leave me alone.” you roll your eyes as he holds back another laugh.

“should i fuck you against the wall to show how strong my arms are?” he jokes in a very serious way. “you can fuck me wherever, as long as you make me feel good.” you joke back, placing your hands on his chest. “so self centered.” he starts kissing your collarbone until his lips meet your nipples. you moan lowly with his ministrations. “let me suck you off to show how much i care for you as well.” you whisper as you push him away.

“you better not cum while doing it.” he looks at you, grabbing your neck as a reminder. the fact that you came just by sucking him the last time the two of you had sex is insane, you’re still ashamed by that. “it’s just that… you look so good in my mouth.” you admit it out loud and ghost loses it. “you’re so honest when you’re horny, baby. i’ll get you a sore throat as a reward, how’s that sound?” you hate that you don’t hate his sense of humour at all.

you kneel. he spreads his pre cum on your soft lips. you open your mouth. he grabs your jaw and you stick your tongue out. he spits in it and tell you to fucking swallow because your throat must be so dry due to how excited you are to suck him off. after that, you just do things automatically. you’re so in your head, picturing him and the challenge of making him feel good, that you don’t really care about anything else. it’s like your mind goes blank of how much you’re his to use. and you’re okay with that.

you’re so okay that you choke on his cock just because, you let his hand guide your head just because, you let him hit the back of your throat multiple times again just because. you keep going because he said so and you know he’s so fucking close due to how rough he’s being with you. how out of breath he sounds. how his groans break into low moans. how he’s throbbing so deliciously. “i’m gonna cum and you’re not gonna swallow.” you almost cry at his announcement, since you swallowed it before and it’s surprisingly sweet. his healthy diet and his addiction to fruits is no joke.

so you swallow it anyway. ghost smirks then slaps your face. at this point, you’re so turned on that you liked the sting. “greedy fucking slut.” you stand up, finally. he kisses you passionately. his taste on your tongue isn’t bad, but he prefers yours. it’s a shame he can’t eat you out this time or else he’ll cum just by doing it. “take your panties off, ‘gonna fuck you now.” you nod, lost in his demanding panting voice. “here, though? your arm…” you protest, now fully naked.

“my arm is fine.” he sounds done with you. “you’re giving yourself too much credit, have you ever looked in the mirror? you’re tiny.” he mocks your body proportions while holding back a smile. well, he’s right. you’re very small compared to him, but aren’t everyone? he’s big. in all ways.

“that’s on you, you’re huge.” you smirk as you look down on him. you finally give in, too needy to wait any longer, it feels like you’ve been edged in this room for hours. “and you take it everytime.” ghost breathes with a proud smile, more proud of himself than of you. his tip teases your entrance and you swallow hard, excitement consuming you. “breathe, angel. does my cock make you this eager? i knew you wouldn’t want anyone else after you had me.” he slides in just a little and you hold back a moan.

“why are you still talking?” you breathe, inches away from his lips. his eyes never leave yours and you’re fighting the urge to cry from how much you want him. “i like to see you on the edge.” ghost finally grabs your thighs so you can wrap them around his waist. “maybe if you beg a little more, i can give it to you.” he kisses your temple, enjoying the way you’re struggling to stay still. “jesus fucking christ, just f…” his unexpected hard thrust cuts you off, making you moan out loud. ghost laughs, kissing your neck.

he gives your nipples attention and it only drives you closer to your orgasm. “mmm, i don’t even have to try, i can just slide in.” you hate his mocking tone, so you tell him to go harder because you’re not even feeling it. “that’s crazy, i can literally feel your cervix.” he chuckles and it makes you mad that his out of breath laugh is such a turn on for you. truth is, you can feel him in your cervix too. “you can’t make me mad with your bullshit, baby. not when i can feel you dripping down on me like this. you never fail to amaze me, fuck.” he groans as he goes faster.

you’re so lost in the feeling of his cock hitting all of your right spots that you can’t even say a word to him. you’re just a sweaty moaning mess at this point. ghost feels your warm walls clench around him as you grab his biceps in a tight grip, not even realizing that your fingers are hurting his unhealead wound. he whimpers lowly, more in pain than in pleasure. but you’re so close that you don’t even realize it, so your orgasm hits you like a giant wave.

“i-i’m sorry.” you don’t really know what you’re apologizing for, but it doesn’t matter, because he keeps fucking you to chase his own high and your mind goes blank. “w-wait! fuck, slow down.” you cry out, too overstimulated to keep going. “you can do it, make me proud.” he mumbles out of breath, talking you through it, but his grip on the back of your thighs isn’t firm anymore and you’re starting to suspect that ghost’s sore arm is aching due to the effort he wasn’t supposed to be doing yet.

“do you want another one? i’ll give it to you.” ghost kisses you messily, not quite thinking straight. “i-i can’t, i can’t.” you say almost in a desperate tone. “but you will.” he whispers against your lips, now leaving you empty to walk to your bed. he lays you down and you widen your eyes when you see his previously white bandage covered in blood. “you’re bleeding.” you sound concerned as you touch him carefully, but ghost is almost exploding due to how bad he wants to fucking cum, so he couldn’t care less about his arm.

“no shit.” he mocks, tilting his head. ghost sighs, you look so beautiful like this, under him, cheeks flushed, too fucked out. he kisses you gently. “get on all fours before i lose my fucking mind.” you do as you’re told until you’re cumming again for the third time this night. your legs are giving up, but the hands that pull your hair in a ponytail and rub your clit while taking you from behind would never let you fall. “c’mon, sweetheart, fuck me back.” he sounds defeated, but you know he’s close. ghost is being so rough now that your eyes are filled with tears. his groans keep you going, though.

you moan a little too loud when he hits your secret spot for the thousandth time. he grabs your neck, lips ghosting around your ear. “shhh…” ghost places a kiss on your shoulder and you mumble a strangled “sorry.” he throbs inside you and for a moment of consciousness you’re afraid of getting pregnant. you both know that you got an IUD, but still. the two of you have been fucking around too much to not be scared of accidentally having a baby.

as if he’s reading your mind… he pulls out. you feel his warm ropes running down your back as you feel another orgasm consuming your whole body. as you both settle down, you lay back in your bed, too tired to care about his cum on your skin. he does the same, laying beside you. “goddamn, you fucked me up.” he breaks the silence, his breathing becoming more normal now, even though his arm’s still aching.

“oh, shouldn’t i be the one saying that?” you both chuckle, staring at the roof. “you fucked me so good that i almost said i love you, though.” you add, joking, but not really. ghost immediately looks at you, as if you said a prohibited word. he holds back a smirk. “you think you’re funny, huh?” you look at him with a smile that makes him weak, and he hates it.

ghost’s hand is on your waist as he sighs tiredly. “i should go, my arm’s about to fall out. thanks, y/n.” he mocks, slapping your ass. he gives you a quick kiss that lasts long enough to make you head over heels for him before getting out of your bed. “i thought you were my big and strong lieutenant, what happened?” you mock back, making him shake his head with a smile.

“you happened.” ghost answers as if it was obvious. he’s putting his clothes back on and you just admire the heavenly sight. he takes a deep breath, opening the door. the man is clearly falling apart and you almost feel bad for him. he looks at you. “night, dumbass.” ghost winks playfully, leaving you alone.

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Hate + Love

Chapter 3

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Summary: There is a thin line between love and hate but what if it's way thinner than you thought?

“Do you think that's his boyfriend?” Q asked.

“I don't think so,” Kitty said.

Right now you,Q, Kitty, and Min ho were sitting at the lunch table having lunch, you were too busy on your phone laughing to even hear what they were talking about.

“I don't see the problem, just ask if he is seeing anybody.” Min Ho said.

“If only it was that simple.” Q huffed. “What do you think y/n.”

You didn't respond, you were smiling at your phone not having a care in the world. Min ho thought it would be a good idea to throw a chip at you to get your attention.

“What the hell dickhead.” you glared at Min ho.

“Why do you keep smiling at your phone?” Min ho asked.

“Oh Derek was sending me pictures.”

“So what's going on between you?” Kitty asked

“Nothing really, he asked me on a date yesterday.”

“Wait what?” Minho looks at you in shock.

“You heard me.” “When's the date?” he asked.

“If you must know it's on saturday.”

“I'm so happy for you.” Kitty said.

—-

“I don't get it.” Min ho said to Q.

“Get what?” Q sat up on his bed.

“Why is y/n going on a date with Derek.” “I don't know. What's the problem with it anyway?” Q asked, confused.

“Why would she choose him, that's all.” Min ho wondered.

“Maybe because he gave her his number.” Q said like it was obvious. Minho just stared at the wall thinking. “Listen man if he bothers you that much just tell her.” “It doesn't bother me.” Min ho said a little too fast. “You're lying, it does.” “I don't understand why I care so much.”

“Maybe because you like her.”

“I will not stop saying that.” Min Ho said, clearly annoyed.

“There's obviously something there, if it does bother you.”

“It doesn't, I was just thinking.” Min ho defended himself, but deep down he had this feeling about you and he couldn't figure out what it was.

—

“Q come on, open the door.” you said knocking on the door. You heard footsteps so you stopped knocking on the door.

“What are you wa- wait are you crying?” Min Ho asked.

“No” you swiped your tears. “Where Q” you asked.

“He's not here, he's sleeping at his friend's dorm tonight. What's wrong.” Min Ho asked concerned.

“Nothing, I'm going to go.” you turned around but Min ho grabbed your hand pulling into the dorm. He shut the door and looked at you.

“Just tell me what's wrong, I'm not going to make fun of you or judge you.” all you did was look at him, you were not believing that. “Pinky swear.”

“I'm not five Min ho, can i just go, it's not a big deal.” you explain to him.

“If you're crying, it has to be a big deal,” he says.

“Okay…it's my necklace my dad gave me.” you open your hand and show it to him. “I broke, and i don't know what to do, it was the last thing he gave me and-”

“Slow down y/n, its okay”

“It's not,” you said in a weak voice. “I can't tell my mom, she's going to be so mad, and i dont have the money to fix it.” Min ho looks at you not knowing what to say, he's never had a girl cry in front of him.

“I'm sorry for putting this on you.” you apologize.

“I'll fix it.” Min Ho said.

“What?”

“Give it to me, I'll try to fix it.” you had no choice to hand it over to him, you didn't know what to do.

“I should go, it's past curfew.” you said.

“Stay here”

“Why?”

“I just want to make sure you are okay,” he says.

“What if I get caught?”

“Nobody is going to see you plus there's no class tomorrow. You can take my bed” he explains.

The next morning you woke up in his bed, then it hit you that you cried to Min ho last night about a necklace. You cringe at the fact that Min ho saw you cry. You get out of the bed and go into the kitchen and sit down.

“Good morning.” Min Ho says.

“What time is it?” you ask. “2pm”

“Oh my god, I have a date at 5.” “You have time,” he says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box and hands it to you. You look at him confused but you open the box. In the box was your necklace that you gave him last night.

“Oh my god, you fixed it.” you smile. “How?”

“I went to a jewelry shop early in the morning.”

“How much was it? I will pay you back, I swear.” you tell him.

“Don't worry about it and I apologize.” “Apologize for what?” you asked him confused.

“Apologize for bumping into you at the airport.” “Who are you and what have you done with Min ho.” you joked.

“I'll take the apology back.” he smiles.

—

“I'm nervous.” you said to Kitty.” “Dont be you look good.” She says.

“He's supposed to be picking me up any minute now.” you tell her.

10 minutes go by and he doesn't text you saying he's going to be late. You text him ‘hey when are you going to be here?’ but you get no response.

Another 20 minutes go by and you finally get a message

From derek: Sorry but I can't do this, i dont think it's going to work out.

“What did he say?” kitty asked

“He says it's not going to work out.” you say quietly.

“Oh I'm so sorry y/n. He doesnt deserve you.” “Min ho was right, it had to be a dare.”

The next day you decided to not let it get to you. Kitty asked if you wanted to go to breakfast most of the time you skip breakfast but you were really hungry.

“What are your plans for today?” Kitty asked.

“Not sure.” you said. Kitty looks behind you and sees Derek walking towards you.

“Don’t freak out but Derek is walking this way.” “Oh my god.” you roll your eyes. He sits next to Kitty and gives you a look that's supposed to say ‘I'm sorry.’

“y/n-”

“Save it, I don't want it here,” you cut him off.

“y/n i really wanted to go but Min ho-” “Min ho? What does he have to do with it?” you cut him off once again.

“He threatened me, he said he would release a video of me. I can't let it get out it would look bad on my parents company.” he explained “So he threatened you to not go on a date with me?” “Yes and a lot of other guys.” “What the hell, why?” Kitty asked.

“I'm not sure but he doesn't want guys dating you.”

“This doesn't make any sense.” you said.

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Clumsy - Leon Kennedy x Reader

proofread?: I will soon,,,, i promise

summary: You injure yourself; Leon wishes you'd be more careful.

You wished you had been looking where you had been going. Maybe then, you wouldn't have had to experience the horrible moment of free-fall as you realise that you've overstepped slightly and are about to tumble down the stairs. On your way down, not only did you smack your head into the wall - giving yourself a nosebleed - and crack your phone screen, but you landed on your ankle at an awkward angle.

Which really fucking hurt.

For a moment, you lay in a pathetic heap at the bottom of the stairwell - stunned by the whole experience. It was only when you heard Leon’s voice from several flights up that you snapped out of your daze.

“Y/N, Have you got the keys?” You quickly heaved yourself up into a sitting position, rummaging through your pockets - which contained no keys.

Shit.

You could picture them, still sat on your coffee table - now locked inside your flat.

Even from there, you could practically hear the teasing grin on his face as he added. “You always forget them.”

Sighing, you moved to stand - using the handrail to heave yourself up.

“I don’t have them.” You groaned. “God, I’m sorry, I’ve got to stop-”

Pain shot up through your leg - forcing a surprised yelp out of your throat. You veered sideways, grabbing the handrail for support as you doubled over in agony.

“Y/N?”

Leon’s footsteps echoed as he thundered down the stairs, calling your name again.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Ow, fuck.

Blood dripped out of your nose - the warm wetness running down your chin - clumsily you wiped it away, smearing red across your hand.

“Y/N!”

The panic in Leon’s usually steady voice made you feel a little ill (or maybe it was the way your head spun after daring to peer down at your ankle, which seemed to be at an interesting angle). You were by no means squeamish; in your line of work there simply wasn’t room to be. But in that moment - at eleven forty-four at night, in the stairwell of your flat - you weren’t feeling so brave.

Leon rounded the corner and took the last flight of stairs three at a time - practically skidding to a halt beside you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, allowing you to lean on him as he slowly lowered you to the ground.

“What happened?” He scanned your body; swearing quietly as he took in the blood (which although was only from your nose, you realised looked quite worrying when it was smeared across your shirt and hands). “Shit, Y/N. I’m going to call someone-”

He moved to stand and you grabbed his shoulder. “I’m alright!” You blurted out, your voice shaking a little. “Seriously, I’m okay.” You smiled in what you hoped to be a reassuring fashion - but Leon stared back, unimpressed. Admittedly you were not even remotely okay, but hearing your level-headed boyfriend panic filled you with anxiety.

“Yeah - no you’re not, sweetheart.”

You laughed flatly. “Yeah, okay.”

---

You had never thought your city had many potholes, before making the drive to the hospital with a broken ankle. Leon did his best to avoid them all - but for each one he hit, you swore loudly - earning a flinch and slightly alarmed apology from him.

Now you sat in the Accident and Emergency waiting room, alone - save for a drunken girl who had called five (or was it six?) friends to cry about something unintelligible. According to the clock hung on the sterile white wall, an hour and twenty minutes had passed since the receptionist told you that someone would be “right with you” (before disappearing to god knows where).

Despite your best efforts, sleep was out of the question - even when you tucked your head under Leon’s chin, successfully blocking out the garish white lights - the angry throbbing from your swollen foot was too hard to ignore. From time-to-time you felt Leon begin to drift off, before jerking awake; you felt terrible for dragging him out, just because you were so clumsy.

Despite his snarky remarks - rarely did you ever have a legitimate disagreement. You had playful spats and often pushed each other's buttons - but Leon always knew where to draw the line.

You knew he put up with a hell of a lot from you. Even the time your cat died and you refused to leave your flat for a month. He patiently came over and sat with you every single day until you felt ready to come out again. Even when you came back from missions and were too afraid to sleep. He’d sit awake with you watching every film under the sun until you fell asleep. Even the times where you did something genuinely stupid - touching an oven tray with your bare hands, locking yourself out for the millionth time - he’d just sigh and tease you for being such a ditz. But every time his voice - through the speaker of your phone would say:

It’s okay, don’t worry about it.

I’m on my way; I’ll see you soon.

Hang tight, sweetheart.

He was everything to you. You glanced up at him, the movement enough to disturb him from his bored trance.

“I’m sure it won’t be long now.” He squeezed you gently, tightening his arm around your waist and you smiled awkwardly.

“Sorry."

He cocked his head at you, giving you a tired smile. “You haven’t got anything to apologise for. Those stairs are far too steep - they’re an accident waiting to happen.”

They really weren’t. And you both knew this. It was just a regular flight of stairs and you hadn’t been looking where you were going.

You looked down at your foot, which had contentedly settled as an angry shade of purple. You were clumsy. A great officer - you kept up with Leon on missions easily, but you had a tendency to misjudge. It drove your boyfriend mad - your undying (perhaps foolish) confidence that I can make that jump or I'll be able to outrun those guys. His exasperated sighs and swearing under his breath often misled others. It always seemed to come as quite a shock that - although you spent a fair amount of time bumping heads, that not only did you work together - but you also loved one another.

After being separated in missions - no matter how much ranted about how you were too reckless or unprofessional or infuriating - he'd always squeeze your hand.

You didn't know what you did to deserve him. You wished you knew.

Pulling you from your thoughts, Leon pressed a kiss to your temple.

"You're thinking too hard." He spoke quietly. "That's never a good thing."

You shifted in your seat, thinking carefully before you spoke.

"Please don't leave me,"

You felt Leon sir back a little and - even though didn't move to look at his face - you felt him almost spluttering; buffering through various expressions as he scrambled for a response.

He started to speak a couple of times, cutting himself off before he could even form the first word. Finally, he let out a breathy laugh.

"What?" He said, craning his neck slightly to get a better look at your face.

You stared at the floor still, afraid to move. God, you sounded pathetic. So attention-seeking; so whiny.

"I-" You paused to suck in a breath, your throat beginning to shut. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Leon."

He laughed again, this time more firmly, shaking his head. "Do I look like I could function without you?"

What is he talking about? You took deep breaths and tried to steady yourself and focus on him.

He had turned to you, propping himself up with his elbow on the back of your seat. Leon wasn't a massively touchy person - not in public at least - but you noticed how suddenly there were mere inches between you. Even now, you could see a glimpse of yourself, a gangly twenty year-old at the Police Academy in Racoon City - as the boy who sat next to you asked for your number.

He raised his eyebrows, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. "I had no idea I seemed so put together."

"I-" Your voice came out as a sort of hollow whisper. "What?"

He smiled, leaning closer as he laughed again. "M'not going to leave you, sweetheart. I thought it was obvious, but you're going to have to try a little harder than a broken ankle to get rid of me."

A weak laugh forced its way out of you - even when you were a teenager, you had been a nervous-laugher. In the back of your mind, you were vaguely grateful that the drunken girl had now passed out across a row of seats - right then, it was only Leon.

"Really?" You said.

"Mhm." He nodded, barely a hint of his usual smugness remaining in his voice. "I mean - as long as you still want me around - I'm going to need you."

He sat back, raising an eyebrow at you. "I wouldn't want anyone else watching my back."

You giggled again, a memory of your time in the academy appearing in your mind.

"Even the time I tripped us both up in front of Officer James?"

He nodded, laughing. "Yeah, even so."

Leaning into his side again, you felt a little silly. Leon never let you feel unloved, it was just your own insecurity that got the better of you from time to time.

For a moment you sat in silence, comfortably nestled against one another.

Leon sighed.

"Do you think they've forgotten us?" You asked, watching the empty reception desk carefully.

"Probably." He said. "Oh well,"

After another mind-numbingly dull forty minutes, a nurse appeared - taking you for x-rays and various tests. By the time you and Leon finally left the hospital, the sky was beginning to lighten.

Leon watched nervously as you struggled with your crutches, limping through the car park. He made sure to never be more than a pace or so away from you, his hands poised so he could leap forwards and catch you whenever you stumbled.

“I’m not going to break, Leon.” You laughed watching his wide-eyed expression as you faltered slightly - but caught yourself easily.

“I know,” He said, swallowing - but still not taking his eyes off of you. “I’m just here-” you slipped again and he grabbed you around the waist, supporting you. He let out a sigh before continuing. “I’m just here in case that happens.”

“Who would have thought it, stoic Agent Kennedy - all worried, just for little old me.” you grinned, raising an eyebrow - earning a huff from Leon.

“Well, clearly, you need my help.”

“Oh do I?” you stumbled again; Leon caught you.

This time it was his turn to raise his eyebrows, his signature cocky smile speaking for itself.

As much as you hated to admit it, that smile never failed to make you weak at the knees. You rolled your eyes, turning away - there was no way you’d ever give him the satisfaction of knowing that. “Shut up.” you huffed.

“I didn’t say anything.” he said, feigning innocence. You could hear his smugness.

“You were about to.” you gently shoved him with your hip - causing him to playfully lift you an inch or so off the ground.

“I’d be careful, if I were you, agent L/N. I might just drop you.”

With a fake gasp you responded. “Oh you wouldn’t dream of it.”

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A/N: Aaa I love leon so muchhh if anyone has only more re4 or re8 requests pls send them!!!

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marksbear · 1 year

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Dom!Billy and his sub!boyfriend having sex for hours? Like it started with them making love after school but now they can't stop, just fucking hard and rough, fucking like rabbits. The bed broke a long time ago, but even that didn't stop them. Making every single possible position, stop to drink water, look at each other in silence for a couple of seconds until they kiss passionately again

I had way too many ideas for this. Might write for Billy more. I kinda made reader like Nate Jacobs but not as toxic and evil, more like a popular tall giant.

Warning! Popular reader and billy, SMUT,Bdsm, Football player reader, overstimulate, floor sex and wall sex, smoking, fangirls, manhandling, rough sex, physical like fighting but softly. Mean Billy.

Dom Billy Hargrove x Sub Male reader

You don't even remember how this sex marathon started. But now your on the floor head pressed down to the ground ass in the air while your boyfriend is brutally fucking your hole.

The both of you covered in cum and sweat plus tears but that's just you.

Let me go back and how this all happened.

During math class Billy kept looking back at you. You didn't think much until he kept looking at you from across the class and you got a little annoyed from his starring.

You turned your head back to the teacher taking notes until a paper hit the back of your head. You put the pencil down and look around to see who threw it and see your boyfriend smirking at you. You sigh and pick up the paper ball and try to open it carefully.

When you get it open you lean down to read it.

"Your place after school. I want to show you something- Love B." The paper said when you mumbled "Idiot doesn't even ask me." under your breath. You turn your body around to face Billy who already has a cocky smirk and give him a thumbs up before turning back around.

BELL RINGS TIME FOR NEXT PERIOD.

Everyone quickly packs their things and meets up with their friends walking to their next period. It always takes you a while to pack your stuff up but your boyfriend always waits for you. "Done B." Billy quickly opens the door for you as the two of you walk out. "Bills, I swear if this surprise is that were fucking-----" "N/n were gonna make love this time." Billy cuts you off whispering into your ear. You roll your eyes and continue walking Billy to class.

"This is your stop Bills." You say to him but don't get a response. You turn to face him and sigh once you see him flirting with a girl. "Bye b see you at lunch." You say under your breath. Quickly walking away to your next class and speed walking when some of your fangirls try to speak to you.

AFTER THAT PERIOD TIME FOR LUNCH.

You walk in the cafeteria later than usual looking around at all of the full tables. Usually you'll sit with the football boys. You were the captain and the boys still call you the captain even though it's basketball season now.

The table is full. More than usual. The boys girlfriends are sitting with them plus the cheerleaders with some of the basketball players there so, you didn't bother squeezing in the table.

You look around for more tables. You saw the mean girl table was kinda open but you didn't wanna hear all of the gossip. Your boyfriend was sitting at a crowded table full of girls who had a crush on him so you ignored them. Hellfire was open but for the sake of your reputation it's a kind no.

Then you spot a table only one girl sat at it and she was from your reading class. Her name was Casey... no Cindy. Whatever her name was you made your mind sitting there. Once you reached the table you sat down across from her messing with strands of your hair.

The classmate stares at you in awe and makes you feel awkward. You look up at her and ask "Uhm hey cas... I was wondering if you can do me a favor?" You prayed to God that you got her name right. She smiled and nodded. You open your wallet and hand her a five and ten dollar bill. "Can you buy me some lunch? And with the extra money you can buy yourself some." She quickly takes it and walks to the line.

She came back with two trays and hands one to you with a huge smile on her face and sits on the right of you. As you two eat and talk the whole lunch gets quiet and looking at the two of you.

"Oh my god Is that Y/n the god of Hawkins sitting with a nobody." One of the girls pipes up from Billy table causing Billy to look at his boyfriend.

Lunch ends

"Bye Casey. I had a great time talking to you. How about we do this again sometime?" You ask the smaller girl who has the biggest blush on her face and nodding her head frantically. She attacks you with a tight up to which you pat her back lightly. The pair pulls away from the hug and goes their separate ways.

You begin to walk to your next class in an empty hallway but get stopped by your boyfriend who pins you to the wall roughly. "Y/n were going home early." He takes your hand dragging you outside the school not listening to your questions and pleas to stay.

He shoves you in his car and he gets in the driving seat taking off while blasting his music. You stare at the window then look back at Billy who's shouting something but you can't hear from the music. The two of you arrive at your house and quickly get inside locking the door.

SMUT BEGINS.

"Strip baby..." Billy whispers in your ear before heading upstairs to your room. You quickly take off your clothes still by the front door and rush up the stairs almost falling.

Once you arrive in your room your eyes scan Billy naked body and his hard cock standing tall with no shame. You quickly shut the door and get on top of Billy kissing him. Billy pushes you to your back opening your legs and tugs on your cock a few times before wrapping his hand around it jerking it off at a slow pace.

You roll your hips into his hand pulling away from the kisses moaning softly running your hand through Billy's curls. Billy spits in his hands here and there jerking your cock faster getting it all wet. Billy kisses trails along your neck and collar bone before sucking and biting your nipples. You moan and scream Billy name begging for him to go faster "B-billy please sir please go--- faster Ohh Fuck! S-sir please." Billy finally does what you ask and jerks your cock faster than before squeezing it and slapping it here and there. You wrap your legs around his waist and drop your hands from his hair to his shoulders clawing them.

"Sir! Sir i'm gonna cu-mm. Can I cum sir please please please. I've been a-a good boyy..." You beg your cock twitching rapidly and pre oozing out of the sensitive tip. "Cum you whore. You fucking greedy slut already cumming from my hand." You scream in pleasure once you do finally cum. Getting on Billy's hand and some landing on your chest. Billy quickly gathers some cum off your stomach and spits into his hand and lubes up his own cock from the cum and spit. Once it was all wet he spat onto your hole a couple times before pushing himself in.

You scream in pleasure and cover your mouth with your hands moaning and screaming into it. Billy snaps his hips all the way in not even letting you catch your breath fucking you in a fast and rough pace and his hands on the head board. Most likely your neighbors can hear the horny teenage couple moans and groans. Skin slapping can be heard all through the house with the bed squeaking and shaking. Billy is calling you all sort of mean and dirty things but you don't care cause of the pleasure around you. "AhhHh--OH f-fuckk! Sir!" You scream throwing your head back when Billy goes inside of you deeper. Billy roughly slaps you across your face "Shut up you whore!" You gasp and let out a smile and laugh when he keeps slapping or even sometimes punching you but never too hard.

Then he hits your prostate and you almost went to heaven. "SiRrr!! OoooH FUCKK Billy-billy! RiGht there!" You moan out almost came right there and then. Billy smirks and gets abusing that spot in every single thrust. "CuMming!! SiR i-im cumming!" You shoot your load all over you and Billy. Not that longer Billy cums right after you. You look around seeing your head board is broken and your bed is sink down almost touching the floor. Billy picks you up from the bed and pins you to the nearest wall fucking you onto it.

This time your moans are chocked by sobs and cries. Billy biting onto your neck and shoulders. Your cock is aching in pain cum still dripping out of it. You drool onto the wall. "BILLY!! bills... Im cumming! Im g----gonna cum." You cum on to the wall painting it with your fluids. "FUCK! Take it Y/n. Take y cum like the slut you are! You're nothing but a toy to me!" Billy cums again deeply into you and lots of the cum overflows and gets on the floor.

Billy who still isn't done yet drops you to the floor quickly getting you on your knees and his hand pushed against your head fucking into your hole. You cry from the overstimulation and tears and cum hitting the floor. Your mouth is wide open but nothing is coming out. All of your drool and tears wetting your face. Billy grabs you onto your locks and lifts up your head bringing it back down to the floor harshly. You feel Billy hot cum inside of you again and you look down seeing the mess you and him made while you two were on the floor you had at least had came about three times without noticing. You feel Billy pull out of you and walk out of the room.

"N/n did I hit you too hard?" Billy walks back into the room and asks handing you a cup of water caressing your head. "No. Bills y'now you hit me worse. And that I took worse." You smile at him. After a couple of gulps of water you hand him the glass to which he takes with a thank you and drinks some before putting it on your night stand. The two of you got quiet enjoying each others presence until yall make eye contact. You two quickly get into a passionate kiss arms wrapped around each other in a tight hug. The two of you make out for a while until you pull away pushing Billy on his back and straddle his hips. "Can I ride you sir?" You ask and Billy gives you a nod.

SMUT OVER

The horny couple proceeds to fuck for the entire afternoon and night even until the next morning all over the house even in Y/n parents bedroom and at the kitchen.

Next morning Y/n wakes up in pain and sore. Y/n thinks he lost his voice. And look around to see that they even fucked in the garage. You groan and slips from under Billy's tight hold and drags him and billy to the bathroom to take him and Billy a bath.

Once the couple got all clean and the house clean Billy made him and Y/n some breakfast. "God Billy the house smells like sex." Y/n groans into his boyfriend's shoulders who's currently on his lap.

After the two get done eating they get ready for school and Billy wears your clothes. Both of you let out noticeable marks clamming each other. But no one in school ever takes the hint how both of you are taken by each other.

The two of you sit at the porch of the house chairs smoking and enjoying each other time. You turn your head when you see your neighbors staring at you and Billy. "Good morning Mrs.Goodwin and Mr Goodwin!" You shout to the middle aged couple. The couple mumble a good morning Y/n and rush back into their house. Billy lets out his cigarette and takes your hand dragging you out of the chair to the car.

THE END.

#billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove #x male reader #stranger things x male reader #the bear club

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marvelnatr · 7 months

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New book!! Widows bite

This is going to be a professor romanoff x professor Maximoff x student. It will contain mdlg scenes as well as age regression. Therefore it is an 18+ book. Minors DNI. Let’s get into it

Students name is Aspen Moore. Natasha teaches psychology and Wanda teaches English. Natasha and Wanda are both married. Both begin to feel drawn to Aspen

Aspen’s POV:

As I opened the door the chilly fall air hit my cheeks. “Absolutely not” I mumbled to myself, I had been settled into the dorms for a week now. Classes start in three days. I was able to get a dorm room all to myself. I’ve never really been a social butterfly. My psychology teacher has a meeting tonight. We get extra credit if we attend it. I turned around and grabbed my jacket throwing it on and taking my hair that was trapped between the fabric out, letting it fall over my shoulders. Checking which building it was in one last time I opened the door for the second time and headed to the classroom.

I glanced in the classroom to see it empty. Only a red headed woman sat at the teachers desk. I do not want to be the only one in here. Just as I went to turn on my heels she flagged me to come inside. Opening up the door slowly I stepped inside, She stood fixing her blazer “hello, nice of you to join me” I nodded “hello, My names Aspen Moore” she gently shook my hand and looked in my eyes. Shivers ran down my spine as she smoothly spoke “professor Romanoff, please sit” I found a seat and sat down. The meeting was supposed to start in five minutes. I swear more people better show up. A minute later another woman walked in. My body relaxing just for it to tense up again when the other red headed women put some food down on professor Romanoffs desk. They engaged in small talk while I pulled out my phone and played on it trying not to stare at the two beautiful women in the room.

A few minutes passed and there was no sign of anyone else. All the attention was turned on me as Professor Romanoff sighed “well it looks like it’s just us miss Moore, the only thing I have for you is a worksheet to fill out telling me a little about you” I nodded as she came and handed me the piece of paper and started to fill out the questions. It took me about five minutes before I got up and stood a few feet away from her desk. The two women were still talking and I didnt want to interrupt. The woman nudged my professor and she spoke up “hello Aspen, thank you for this” I nodded “you’re welcome” she smiled and looked over my paper “you wanna get a minor in personality psychology?” I nodded slightly “yeah, I think the human mind is captivating” she nodded and showed her paper to the other woman. I furrowed my eyebrows a little bit. Professor Romanoff looked back at me with a softened expression “its okay hon, thats another teacher in the school professor Maximoff, shes also my wife” I nodded and whispered “the name sounds familiar, does she teach English honors?”. The woman lifted her head and looked at me “I do” I nodded “I believe I’m in your Wednesday class at 6 pm” she lifted her gaze slightly, looking me up and down “then I’ll be excited to have you. What would you like to major in?” “Criminology”. She nodded “interesting, any reason why?” I shrugged “I’m drawn to it. So is that all to get the extra credit?” Professor Romanoff nodded and stood “yes it is, thank you again for coming” I smiled politely and headed out.

Leaning against the wall I breathed out. My teachers are fucking hot. Like god damn. I caught my mind just as it began to wander to my ex girlfriend. How she broke my heart. How I got betrayed. Shaking off those feelings I headed right back to my dorm. Throwing my jacket on my hook and flopping into bed. I needed some type of distraction. Turning on the TV I started watching my favorite show and started making some tea.

Natasha’s POV:

I glanced at Wanda and she was watching me. Putting down the paper I looked at her “you can’t do that to yourself love” she sighed “but you didnt see what I saw in her head, she’s lonely babe” I shook my head “we can’t love, were doing such a good job laying low since they’ve been searching for us. We just can’t risk it” she nodded and leaned her body into me gently. I could tell Wanda hated being in hiding like this. To have to be so careful. But they were after us and they were definitely looking. Only reason we’re safe here is because of my connection to the head of the school, allows us to be here and live as slightly normal people. Kissing my wife’s head I whispered “lets get home and make some dinner okay?” She nodded as we picked up our bags and headed out

Once we got home Wanda headed straight to our room. We both have our own little routine. Wanda gets home and puts down her stuff and heads straight to the room to change. I put down our bags and start making us some tea and pulling out some fruits or veggies for us to snack on while I drink some water. I loved our little routine.

Wanda came out a few minutes later in her long shirt and panties. I loved that she’d wear barely anything at all around the apartment. Pulling her in by her waist I smiled at her “well hello there gorgeous”. A red tint formed on her cheeks “stoppppp babe” I smirked and lifted her up by her waist and placing her on the counter “mmmm no baby, you looked beautiful today in your dress”, resting her hands around my neck she tilted her head smiling “you say that everyday” I rolled my eyes grabbing her chin “because you are beautiful everyday, isn’t that right dorogoy?” She nodded and smiled “yes ma’am”. I gently tapped her cheek and kissed her rubbing her thighs “mmmmm what do you have to do to left to prepare for this semester?” She shrugged “I think I got it all, welcome message gets sent out tonight” I nodded and kissed her softly “you wanna order Chinese?” Wanda nodded gently and leaned on my shoulder as I ordered it. Massaging the back of her neck gently as she whispered “has Steve tried to contact you yet?” I shook my head “not yet my love”. Kissing her forehead I rubbed her cheek “why don’t you go ahead and put on Greys anatomy?” She nodded as I helped her down and patted her ass as I sent her on her way.

I stared at the tea as I waited for it for finish. My mind wandered to my new student. She made me feel….different. Wanda saw something in her. Pouring our tea I went to the couch and sat down “hey baby?” Wanda leaned into me gently “yes love?” I whispered gently to her “w-what did you see in Aspen?” Wanda looked at me, trying to study me. She knew she wasn’t allowed in my head anymore “well um she looked like she was hurting and she looked tired” I nodded and sat back kissing her head “okay my love”

A blissful silence fell over us. Just the soft chatter of the TV show in the background. I decided to put in the extra credit for Aspen. Giving ten more points then I really should have but she was the only one who showed up. Wanda looked over at me and my phone then whispered “thats more then you made it?” I shrugged “she was the only one to show up” Wanda mumbled quietly, but she forgets I hear everything “no its not because I like her too” a smirk displayed on her lips as I smacked her thigh “watch it”

#natasha x reader #marvel #mdlgkink #mommy dom little girl #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff #wanda x nat x reader #wlw smut #wlw #professor Romanoff #professor Maximoff #marvelnatr

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ragingbookdragon · 10 months

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Even If I Knew, The Day We Met You'd Be The Reason This Heart Breaks, I'd Love You Anyway

It’s a bit cliché to label them fire and ice, but in all reality, it’s true. To Simon’s cold and calculating, she’s hot and impulsive. And Simon’s no fool. A girl like that will send him to an early grave, but God if he isn’t already a dead man walking. It’s a long time before he finally drops his walls enough to let her inside, mostly because she’s always worming in places she shouldn’t be, asking questions she doesn’t need to know the answers to. That degree in psychology really starts to make sense when she needles him with the ones that instead of him glowering at her and snapping back, he falls silent and broods—he doesn’t brood but she swears he does.

She contradicts Simon’s frosty exterior with an inferno of life, and he begins to wonder if maybe he is too afraid of caring that he doesn’t let himself love. Which is why her words are so jarring as they come across his face, a verbal slap that has him reeling harder than any hit he’s ever taken.

“Simon, I can go on a mission by myself. I’m not a child.”

“I’m know. But I still don’t want you to go.”

“Okay, but you’re not my direct superior. So, I’m going.”

“Well, considering the fact that even if you’re a lieutenant commander. you’re in the 141. And if I recall, I am Price’s second in command.”

“You don’t get to control what I do just because you fuck me.”

It startles him, the way she bites that out and he shakes his head, a little disbelieving that she would say that—especially the way she did. “I’m not trying to control you, love,” he stresses. “I’m trying to keep you safe.”

And then it happens. Her eyes slant in a way he’s never seen before and he never wants to see again, a frigid sneer crossing her face as she barks an ice-cold laugh. “Keep me safe? You couldn’t even keep your own fucking family safe.”

And that has Simon faltering a step back, throat tightening, heart beating so loud and so hard that it might come out of his chest.

“You fucked around with the wrong people, and you got all of them killed. Your own family. Your own fucking nephew.” Her laughter is dark. “You couldn’t keep anybody safe. What makes you think you can save me, you fucking failure?”

This isn’t his love. This isn’t her. He doesn’t like this version. She’s supposed to be hot; he’s supposed to be cold. She isn’t supposed to be cruel like this. He’s the cruel edged sword, she’s the fiery voice of reason.

Simon doesn’t even remember what they’re fighting about. And frankly, he doesn’t want to remember. But her laughter burns his ears, aches something in his body, he reaches for her, world suddenly tumbling in on itself and her cruelty is the last thing he hears.

He shoots up, heart hammering in his chest, throat tight as he sucks in a deep breath, sweat running down his temples and in a sheen on his chest. Simon takes a moment to assess that he’s in his room, he’s had a nightmare—a fucking nightmare of his girlfriend. His eyes draw down to his side and before he can even curse, her eyes are fluttering open, a sleepy-haze in them and he knows before she even says it.

“You okay?”

“‘m fine,” he mutters, reaching up to wipe his forehead. “Just hot.”

She stares at him, the sleep beginning to clear as she retorts, “It’s sixty-five in here and you’re covered in a sheet.” Her hand comes up to rub the sleep from her eyes and he grunts at her. “Just hot my ass.”

“I’m fine.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Simon doesn’t fight when she sits up beside him and leans into his arm. “Bad dream?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna—”

“No.”

She pouts. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“Because I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Her gaze is sharp, and he sees the inferno he loves building in them but uncharacteristically, she ceases needling and lays back down, and Simon thinks for a moment he’s in the clear before she grabs the back of his hair and yanks hard enough that he knows a smirk is on her face when he bites back that certain grunt low in his throat. He falls back, rolling onto her, head on her chest.

Her hands are cool from the temperature of the room, but he feels relief as she rubs his back and soothes everything away.

“You know I’m always here, Si.”

“Mhm.”

“I know you don’t like to talk about things that haunt your dreams but I’m always open to listen—without doctoring you to death.”

“I know.”

“Simon, I know I’m not everything I could be for you, but I love you, and I’ll follow you till the end. I’m in for the long ride.”

Simon looks up at her, a lifetime of exhaustion in his gaze, but a softness in the gruff of his voice as he admits, “Love, you’re the best thing I got.” She blinks and he lets out a long, deep sigh, repeating more to himself, “You’re the best I’ve got.”

Her hands become softer than he’s ever felt, and she brushes her fingers over his face, all had jaw and cheekbones. “Go back to sleep, Si,” she murmurs, her voice a halo of protection over him and their bed. “I’ll guard your dreams for you.”

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halfghostwriter · 1 year

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Wraith Radio Pt. 2

Part 1

“You’re listening to Wraith Radio, your number one link to the living realm. I’m your host, the wandering ghost, Ellie Phantom. It’s day two of my adventure in Gotham City, and I gotta say, today was… wild. Bit of context for those who missed the start of yesterday’s show, long story short, I publicly told the Red Hood that I would wait for him at this place called Park Row so I could take him to a doctor in the ghost zone because his body is bad.

After I ended the show, I got this call from my cousin, Danny. He and his friends back in Amity had been listening, and they think that, because I never showed off any of my powers or anything, and cause I look like any other human, he might not have actually believed I was a ghost. Which, fair, I guess.

So now I’m thinking, ‘well, no big deal, I can just show him my ghost form.’ Buuuuut then I remember the stupid amount of curses and stuff all around this city, and as part of the ghost population who technically never experienced death— no, that time I melted does not count— I’d like to prolong that experience for as long as possible if you don’t mind. Where was I? Oh right, so now I’m thinking, ‘well, no problem, I can just open up a portal, bring him to the zone, and transform there.’ Quick, simple, no problem.

So we come to today. I’m at the meeting spot, it’s five minutes to the meeting time, and I’m sitting on the edge of this rooftop, keeping an eye out for the arrival of the Red Hood.

And then a building blows up.

Right across the street, the top floor of this sketchy run down place I had been staring at, just. Boom! And then I hear all these gunshots, and screaming, and I look down at my watch, and I have about four minutes before noon, so I turn invisible, float over, and poke my head through the wall. Right there, center of the room, I see Batman, Robin, Red Robin, and Red Hood fighting this… I dunno, skinny twink with like a burlap sack over his head? Look, it took me a week to memorize the Gotham vigilante’s names and costumes alone, I wasn’t going out of my way to look up their entire rogues gallery. But anyway, they’re fighting this guy and a bunch of people who I assume are working for this guy, and I see some people tied up in the corner screaming their heads off for no clear reason. I mean, yes, I know it’s scary being tied up by an evil scarecrow of a man, but when I say screaming, I don’t mean ‘please, save me, I’m in distress’ screaming, I mean ‘the soulshredder just sliced through me and now I’m seeing my worst fears manifested in front of my eyes’ screaming.

So I get a little closer, I land on the floor, and just, to go off on a bit of a tangent for a second, the Gotham vigilantes are just. So much taller than me. I felt so incredibly tiny being in the same room as them. Like, yeah, I know I’m short, but I had hoped that I would at least be the same height as Robin, but no. I swear, every time I stand next to someone who’s supposed to be close to my ‘physical’ age, I become more and more convinced that the billionaire who made me had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He brought me to life and was like ‘you’re a twelve year old!’ and I was like ‘you’re right!’ because I had no frame of reference because I was born that morning. Anyway, so I get closer to the screeching humans being held against their will, and I feel this scratchy, almost burning feeling in the back of my throat. I try to brush it off, but then I look down, and I see my body fucking melting.

Now this isn’t be my first time melting, so my first thought isn’t ‘oh god I’m gonna go from half to full ghost,’ or even ‘ugh this shit again,’ but rather ‘why the fuck doesn’t this hurt?’ Because I know exactly what melting is supposed to feel like, and it isn’t a feeling you can just ignore. Like, I can’t really describe it to someone who’s never had every muscle in their body suddenly coalesce into one, with every attached nerve ending screaming louder than a heavy metal band, but trust me when I say that the “pain” I was feeling was barely anything compared to actually melting, like it felt more like my skin was itchy than anything. So, I try poking one of the places where my body is melting— don’t ask me why, I don’t really know why I did it— and instead of feeling ectoplasm drip over my hands, I just feel… my arm. And I realize, ‘oh, not only is this just an illusion, it’s a shitty one.’ Or, y’know, at the very least one that doesn’t work too well on a halfa.

So I shake that off, cause yeah, I don’t like seeing myself melt again, but as long as it’s not actually happening again, I’m good. Plus, if it does start again, I do still have my extra ecto dejectos in my bag, and yes, Danny, I will call you if it actually happens, sorry if I almost gave you a heart attack a few minutes ago. Anyway, I turn back to all the tied up screaming people, and I notice these, like, fog-machine-looking-thing next to all of them, and I get closer to one, and the scratchy feeling at the back of my throat gets worse, so now I’m thinking ‘oh, this must be what’s causing everyone to see things.’ So I turn my arm intangible, stick it into this machine, and I pull out this bottle of just… the worst smelling chemicals I’ve ever been near, which is saying a lot for someone born and raised in a basement lab. But, it stops the fog machine, so I plug it with some stuff from my bag, and pocket it so I can’t smell it anymore. I keep doing this to each of the nearby machines, and eventually the front pocket of my bag is just completely stuffed with gross chemicals.

So that’s over with, and I look over to see if the fight’s done, but no, they’re all still going at it, which means I still can’t talk to Red Hood and get him to the Zone, so I figure I have some time to kill. And I remember that there’s, like, ten or so people tied up against their will, so I start freeing all of them. Obviously, the ropes themselves are really easy, all I really need to do is phase them off. The people, on the other hand, are crazy hard to get to actually do anything other than scream. Like, I try pushing people towards the exit, I try dragging them across the floor, anything to get them to leave the building which is— in case you forgot— on fire. I mean it’s just the top floor, but I’ve heard from Ember that a fire anywhere in the house could be the cause of a human’s death, especially if no one’s watching it, and I doubt that anyone is actually watching that fire.

So now I’m kinda panicking, cause I was hoping the fight would be over by now and all these people would have been brought outside, but not only is the fight not over, I look over and see the bad guy throw these cans over at the people, and I realize that they’re giving off the exact same poison-fog as the machines from earlier. And I’m just. So pissed off. Like, I just took care of that!! For all I knew, that illusion stuff could’ve worn off in a few minutes, and I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping all these people alive!!

Side note— Danny. I get it now. I get the whole ‘desperate need to protect any and all humans’ feeling you were talking about.

They are just… so easy to put into danger.

Holy shit.

Anyway, I’m feeling that whole ‘selfless anger on behalf of strangers’ thing for the first time, and I think it turns my brain off, cause I just pick up the cans and throw them at the bad guys head while yelling ‘FUCK YOU, DIPSHIT!’

And my invisibility drops.

So.

Not my best decision.

But not my worst, because my aim was perfect.

I’m pretty sure I knocked him unconscious, but I’ll be honest I wasn’t really paying attention to that guy anymore because I had just revealed one of my abilities— not to mention I think my eyes were glowing— in front of the fucking Batman. Now, I don’t know if the rumors about him hating metas are true, but I do know that most humans fucking hate ghosts, that I definitely don’t know what he thinks I am, and that I’m not risking my ass to find out. So, invisibility goes back up, and I start to book it before I remember that the whole fucking reason I showed up was to help out Red Hood. So I take a flyer, write “sorry, try again tomorrow?” on the back, and then I get the fuck out.

I wind up flying so fast back to this little hideout I’m staying at that I guess I wound up jostling some things in my bag? Yeah, by the time I get back, I feel this… leaking through my bag. And I take it off, so I can check out the damage, and uh…

Ok, so remember how I mentioned those ecto dejectos I keep on me? Well, I tend to keep them in the front pocket. And the scary-illusion-liquid-stuff was also put in the front pocket. And one of the bottles and an ecto-dejecto hit each other just a bit too hard. And apparently. When these two things are combined. You get… a blob ghost. Who only knows how to melt.

I’ve named him Goop, and he’s the most pathetic creature I’ve seen in my life. He just melts until all of his body is liquid, then it all just blorps back together. He’s solid for like a second, then he starts to melt again. Also he keeps trying to drink the scary-illusion-liquid. I’ve been holding him in my lap this entire time, and while he’s not hard to stop, I do still need to sleep, so if anyone has any advice on how to handle a mutant blob ghost, I’m all ears. Also, if theres any specific way to get rid of mysterious chemicals that honestly shouldn’t exist, please tell me, otherwise I’m just gonna find a sink and dump it.

Anyway, that’s enough about my day, onto things I’ve heard about the city…”

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The batfam stared silently at the glowing radio that Jason had brought.

And an unspoken agreement was reached.

Meta, ghost, whatever— this was a child with absolutely no adult supervision, severe trauma, an unknown set of powers, and a ridiculous amount of fear toxin. Not to mention something that she described to be a “mutant blob ghost.”

It was time to do a bit of research into the kid.

Or, it would, were it not for the fact that “Wraith Radio” didn’t seem to exist online, nor did “Ellie Phantom.” It was also likely she used a fake name for her show, since there didn’t seem to be any records of an “Ellie Phantom” anywhere.

Of course, that wasn’t enough to deter them. After all, she herself had mentioned her family.

And so, they began looking into Amity and her cousin, Danny.

#danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dc x dp #danielle phantom #wraith radio

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Walking on Glass

And I do solemnly swear that this is the last set of new trolls I make for a long while.

So what’s the Colmea guy’s deal, anyway? [doc]

-- “Now you’ve really done it.” The child, and she can’t be more than five sweeps old, smiles around a juicebox from her perch. “He’s not going to be happy about this one little bit.” Her warning fills you with just enough dread that it roots you in place.

The he in question is, for the short time that you’ve known each other, very particular of the fungal colonies that throng throughout the lab like a great big web. Some of them in larger terrariums cobbled together and the others in their much smaller quarantines. He was more protective of these small quarantined batches than he was of anything else, even the aquarium that sits nearly ceiling to floor and across the back wall of the lab, housing a handful of species of jellyfish, with the largest, and need for such ample volume, being his overgrown lusus. Nemopilema nomurai, he once whispered into your ear when he caught you staring at her.

She is quite the daunting thing, with what must be a ten or fifteen-foot diameter and countless feet of long sprawling tentacles, tendrils, and tangles of some sort of marine fungus weaving around and within them. He never offered a scientific name or approximate for it, and to be fair, you never asked.

Conversations with the man always centered around his research, his precious colonies, that you’d been helping him with. The science he always mumbled, mostly to himself, was difficult to parse on a good day, on a bad day he stopped pretending to try altogether.

Your role, as far as he was concerned, as far as you understood, was only a very small part.

A collective consciousness. The only colony that survived the interaction with your mutation to the point that you started to become one. Once again, the science of it all was lost on you, something about parasitic symbiosis or some other, but the piece of it he’d gotten into you somehow took root and you’d found yourself actually talking to it.

Making decisions with it.

It was only natural you’d want to get a closer and better look at it, right?

“It was a mistake.” Is all you can manage, staring at the ground that almost glitters with the way the ambient lights of the tanks shine off of the glass of one of the smaller, now shattered, terrariums that litters the floor. Many of the stray shards lance through the colony in places that look fatal even to the untrained eye.

“It was a mistake.” She mimics, not quite getting the cadence right, but the road work is there, so there’s maybe a future in ventriloquism for the kid. “I think he’s gonna feed you to Big Mama.” She indicates the tank with the massive jellyfish in it, punctuating the thought with the insufferable sound a straw makes when it reaches the end of a drink.

Colmea couldn’t be that unreasonable, could he?

As if summoned, and you don’t think she sent for him, the door opens as soon as the fear creeps up on you.

There is a severe way that the doctor has about carrying himself, a stern expression attached to whatever it is he lets his gaze fall on. Right now that is solidly on you. The gravity of the situation and the weight of the girl’s words leave you incapable of removing yourself from the scene of the crime, after all. You’d only reached a harmless hand in to touch it, how could you predict this outcome?

“It was a mistake.” You whisper desperately as he fully enters the room, the picture of serenity, taking in the scene before him. He does not regard you or what you’ve had to say for yourself.

Even if the colony was not sliced through as it was, the abrupt displacement from its aquatic habitat would have done enough on its own to paint a grim scene, splattered across the floor like an abstract painting. He surveys the damage quietly, a ponderous god, visage poisoned by the blue and pink glow of the lights within neighboring tanks. Now his gaze flits about from shard of glass to shard of glass, as though looking for answers in the mosaic they make up on the floor.

Everything in the lab has become remarkably still, even the girl in the corner has ceased vacuuming the bottom of the juice box in favor of savoring the silence that smothers the room, deafening even over the bubbling of the surrounding tanks.

Colmea does not rush in, ready to collapse to the floor and mourn the loss of his experiment, instead he is carried further into the room by slow and deliberate steps, each one a soft tap against linoleum that crushes the glass beneath it. The answers to questions that he does not bother voicing slotting into his mind as he advances, and if those answers change any part of his expression, which you suspect it doesn’t, it goes unnoticed when his contemplative steps take him into the shadow of his colossal lusus.

Far too long passes before he is standing directly in front of you. Very briefly, a crack in his veneer provides a view into the ever-feared high blood rage bubbling beneath the surface.

“Myriad,” he addresses the girl, still up on her perch by the edge of the jellyfish enclosure. “The colony?”

Myriad makes a face like she is seriously concentrating, an expression you’ve come to understand means she is reaching into her mind to find her natural connection to the fungal colonies that surround her. Not as a member of the collective, but as an eavesdropper. Her game goes on for too long and it is clear that she is only playing up the dramatics, reveling in your dread, when the pensive god clears his throat.

“Dead as a doornail!” She reports, cheery as she was when she delivered her taunts moments before his arrival. It should hurt, but you already knew. You felt it, a part of you, die the second the tank hit the floor. “No survivors, wiped out!”

The ghost of something horrific crosses behind his eyes.

He nods.

His demeanor does not betray him and there is no warning when he strikes, just the stinging feeling left behind by a backhand that causes you to lose your balance. With a hideous crunch, your knees fall into the ruin below, the salty remnants from the enclosure mingles with the fresh wounds and sends a significant shock through your system. So significant in fact, that you make neither a move nor a sound.

Colmea shakes his hand loose, the anger that boils just beneath but never quite breaking the surface places a dangerous dose of malice behind his eyes.

“Myriad, find me a broom.” He commands, and as soon as it leaves his mouth, her feet hit the ground right behind you with a crunch that makes you wince. A stifled giggle followed by her plodding along tells you it was an intentional assault on her part.

His hand is wrapped up in your hair before the door closes behind her and he lifts you up to meet his eye line, all the while winding more and more of it up until he finds scalp, as though he is handling something that weighs about the same as a stuffed animal.

There is no growling, no deep orange eyes signaling danger, just a furrowed brow and a deep sigh. “I had such high hopes for you.”

“I,” you start to plead your case, tears welling at the corners of your eyes at the realization that your mutation did not make you special enough, but he does not give you the opportunity to continue. Instead, your face is acquainted with the glass of the aquarium with such force that it rattles the base of the enclosure and causes some of the smaller species of jellies inside to send off bright sparks of light, in hopes of startling whatever predator they assume has invaded.

All they really succeed in is disorienting you all the more, your face making contact a second and third time before stars start to decorate your vision and the edges begin to blur. Something cracks, and it is not the glass.

Still, the angered god does not growl or snarl. Nor does his reflection, warped by a myriad of things between the forming concussion and the glass of the aquarium, broadcast anything beyond his mild indifference.

Your face hits the glass a few more times before the girl returns from her quest and he finally relents, dropping you to the floor with a sigh. In the same moment, the stars in your vision become angry black splotches, eagerly rushing out to meet those blurred edges.

#colmea #myriad #long post #coko writes sometimes

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serendipitysae · 7 months

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Querencia ( Joseph D. Liebgott x Reader )

querencia/ kɛˈrɛnθɪə,Spanish keˈrenθja,keˈrensja/

noun ; querencia; plural noun: querencias

Sanctuary.

( POST WAR !!! fluff and maybe a smidge of angst ?)

01.00 AM.

19th July, 1946, Yuma, California.

1 cup of self raising flour, 1 cup of granulated sugar, equal parts. Wisk together in a bowl, before adding 1 large egg.

Feel free to stir together using your hands.

In a pan, arrange the canned-peach slices, before half of the reserved peach juice on top. After this, apply the doe on top of the peaches. Then drizzle a ½ cup of melted butter.

Bake in a preheated oven for forty five minutes until golden brown, serve with cold ice cream and rest of the peach juice. Easy peasy !

Yeah right.

You sighed irritatedly, eyebrows knit together as you crouched before the oven, one hand on the oven latch, the other holding an oven mitten. You had been sitting there for at least an hour and a half.

You were wearing one of Joe’s shirts, over your nightgown. You pursed your lips together, scowling at the peach cobbler in the oven, which wasn’t even browning. “Come on..” You murmured quietly. You were so caught up in the baking that you hadn’t noticed the door unlocking.

That was until you heard the soft clang of Joe’s cab car keys being thrown onto the table. “Shit-!”

You looked over, confused as you looked up to Joseph Liebgott, your boyfriend. He stared down at you, his surprise slowly morphing into a small smile. “Wasn’t expecting you to be awake, Doll.”

You giggled at that, an excited smile gracing your features as you stood up and jogged to him. A warmth spread through your body as you held him close, pulling him down to litter his face with kisses. “Lots of customers ?” You asked, between kisses. His lopsided grin surfaced, chuckling as he leaned into the kiss. “ Mhm, drove ‘round half the fuckin’ city swear to god.”

“The real question is,” He began, hand trailing down to the curve of your waist. “ What are you doing up ?” He jokingly poked at your side, earning a small sigh and downwards turn at your lips. “I wanted to try the recipe for Peach Cobbler.. kind of a lost cause though.”

A hoarse, tired chuckle left his lips, shaking his head as he pressed a kiss to your head. “What’s the occasion ?”

You tensed up a little, clearing your throat as you looked to the oven. Your lips parted, taking a soft inhale before speaking. “ Next saturday, you know .. that reunion in indianapolis ?”

Joe didn’t look at you, his lips pressing into a thin line as he looked to the wall. You softly moved your hand up to his cheek, gently rubbing it with the pad of your thumb. “ It’s been a year since we last saw them .. and I know Webster came to visit us last february but you know that doesn’t count.”

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to bring it up after his long shift, but he asked, and you had no intention of hiding things from him.

You caught on on how his jaw clenched, eyes trained on the tiles of the kitchen wall. You would have preferred screeching of fingernails on chalk than the deafening silence. After several moments of this, he licked his lips, voice quiet.

“I just..”

You looked up to him.

“I just can’t do it, Doll..”

You felt your heart clench. He didn’t sound hurt, he didn’t sound mad or anything. He just sounded so discouraged. The way his words died on his tongue, how he couldn’t meet your eyes.

“Oh Joe..”

You cooed, your hand moving up to his hair as you tugged him into a warm embrace. It didn’t take long for him to melt into your glow. His arms sneaked around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He didn’t cry, Liebgott rarely cried. He just savored the moment. The smell of your hair, as well as the light scent of artificial peach and flour. One hand moved to cradle your head, as his eyes closed. The gentle tugging at the roots of his hair, the soft tracings you drew on his back, it was his sanctuary.

“My darling, we don’t have to do anything. We don’t, we can just rest.” You’d say, your voice muffled by the material of his shirt. He didn’t really respond, just a quiet hum resonating through his body.

The two of you stood there for several minutes, until you reluctantly pulled away. You looked up at him, the soft smile on your lips never faltering as you intertwined your hands. “ Let’s get you some sleep, hm ?”

He nodded.

“The rocket’s empty- I’ll try the atom load of this ray gun.” You read, your voice saccharine and honey like as you read of the comic book strip. Both of your backs were pressed against the wall, Joseph’s arm around your shoulders as you read to him. His head was resting on yours, half-lidded eyes following the comic drawings as you read.

It only took fifteen minutes before the book was tucked away in a drawer, the lights off and blanket pulled over you two. Joe lay behind you, his body pressed up to yours with his arms holding you around the torso.

“Y/N ?” He interrupted the silence, and you hummed quietly, eyes still closed.

“ I just .. well..”

You shifted slightly, turning to face him. One hand moved to rest on his cheekbone, eyes opening slightly.

“If you want to go to the reunion, you should.” Your eyebrows knit together, slowly adjusting to the light as you spotted his warm eyes.

“What ?”

He nodded, shuffling closer to you. “I don’t know if I’m ready to see any of those bucks again.. But, they were your team too.” You looked at him with a small, small smile as you nodded. “But- Joe, you know you don’t have to-”

“I know.”

You shut up, thumb tracing patterns against his jaw. He continued speaking.

“But.. Well, if you need a ride to Indianapolis, I’ll be there. ”

Your lip curled up into a teasing smile. “You’re saying I'll get a free cab ride ?”

“Hey, I ain’t saying anything about it being free, I just said if you need a ride.” He countered, gently squeezing your side with a chuckle. Your laughter is harmonious to him, as he closes his eyes and smiles.

Your laughter died down, your chest fluttering. “Hey..” You’d say, quietly. You moved closer, pressing a warm kiss to his lips. Sure, Joe was tired, but he kissed you back, with as much love and eagerness as he always did. You mumbled a soft “thank you.” to his lips.

He just shook his head, and tugged you closer to him, the sound of traffic rumbling from the balcony of your apartment.

( THIS ISN'T PROOF READ SO PLAY NICE !!! I love domestic joe : ( he's my baby boy. It's post-war, if it wasn't clear enough- uh yeah hope you guys enjoy xoxo !!!!!!)

#Joseph Liebgott x Reader #fluff #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers one shot #band of brothers #band of brothers fandom #I love me my Liebgott content #I just wanna rah rah rah I just wanna rah rah rah #Joe best boy !!#Webster actually rang the wrong doorbell like twice before finding the right apartment #he will never head the end of it.#I love you guys !!#I don't bite i promise i want more fan friends TT

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star-girl69 · 10 months

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Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: exams are crazy 😰 but i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions cannibalism, mentions of death, swearing, hallucinations, panic attack kinda, mentions of kidnapping, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twenty Five - Crown of Bones

Chapter Twenty Four - Crown of Bones

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1996-

“People of Europe, I send you the rainbow of Argentina!”

Misty and Crystal have been singing for ages now, sweeping, and everyone is doing their best to ignore them, eating their starling soup.

You sigh and turn to the window, trying to get away from the world, feeling Natalie breath out heavily next to you, muttering under her breath about them.

But at the same time- their singing feels normal. You smile to yourself, wondering if something like this would have happened at Nationals in a hotel room the girls had remade into a party room.

Would you still be sitting next to Natalie like this?

Who would still be there?

You rub your eyes, looking out the dusty window, trying to spot Shauna coming back with the bear meat for tonight.

Antlers, white like bone, the parts that aren’t covered in blood, at least, shine back at you.

Antlers like these used to mean so much to you. They meant a win, food in your stomach, and now everytime you even think about them- glance over at the wall above the fireplace-

And you remember that night. The antlers you saw. The sounds, the taste, how good it all felt.

You’re not sure of what you’ve lived through, you don’t know what is happening in this place, in this cabin, but you know those antlers aren’t supposed to be there.

You gasp, your metal cup clattering to the floor, soup spilling, staring, staring and those fucking antlers you can’t escape from.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” Natalie asks, her hands all over you, but you’re not hurt, you’re just staring at the antlers in the window, wondering why you’re going fucking crazy-

You bring your hands up to your eyes, and when you open your eyes again- there is nothing but the dusty window and the snow, the trees in the background.

“Nothing,” you gasp after a second, your lungs tight, your breath not able to come through properly. “I… I just thought I saw something.”

The rest of the cabin is silent as Natalie shifts closer, looking out the window.

She nods. “It’s alright. There’s nothing there.” She looks into your eyes, places a hand on your face. “It’s alright,” she repeats.

You nod, feeling shaky and odd.

You’ve felt for a long time like something is inside of you, the wilderness, a poisoned sapling in your liver that is just pumping you full of poison- and the more you get it the more you want it.

You shake your head and try to take a deep breath, but it comes out as a shudder.

“I’m- I’m fine.”

Natalie nods, but you know she doesn’t quite believe you, and when you glance around the cabin- no one quite believes you either.

“You’re not,” Lottie says after a moment, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. She stands up, crosses the room, and holds her hand out. “You need to breathe-”

“Oh, my God,” Nat scoffs. “She doesn’t need your bullshit, Lottie.”

“I’m trying to help,” Lottie frowns.

“I’m alright, Lottie,” you say, and Lottie takes a step back under Nat’s stare.

Shauna bursts through the door, setting down the tray of bear meat.

In a moment, everything has forgotten about you and your vision, just leaving you and Natalie in the corner.

She exhaled harshly, turning back to you after she’s done glaring down Lottie.

“You don’t need to be so mean,” you mutter, feeling like someone has stabbed the antlers through your chest, and the blood is yours. “She’s just trying to help.”

“She can go and help anyone else.”

“So who’s the thief?” Shauna asks, standing up, glaring around at all of you. No one says anything, confused as to what she’s talking about. “Someone stole some bear meat from the shed. I guess they think they deserve it more than the rest of us, which… at this point, is pretty fucked. If anybody, I’m the one who should be taking some more, but I’m not, because I’m not the fucking worst. So which one of you is?”

After Shauna’s rant, everyone is silent, and you share a glance with Natalie. She shakes her head, and you do too- and you believe her.

“Okay. Right. Whatever,” Shauna hisses.

Coach comes out of the shadows, moving to his chair in the corner, his crutches banging against the floor.

“It was probably him,” Mari whispers to Akilah, staring at him out of the corner of her eyes. “He thinks he’s so much better than all us.”

Coach stops and looks up to the sky, sighing.

“I didn’t take the fucking meat,” he glares at her. “Okay? And in case you forgot-” he holds up one of his crutches, “Not exactly nimble in the snow, huh?”

He keeps walking forward, and your breath finally feels a bit more normal, and you shake your head, not risking a glance out the window.

“But you know what?”

He stands in front of his chair, turning around to face everyone.

“If it had been me… what exactly would you do about it? Would you eat me?”

Everyone exchanges glances, and you’re not exactly sure what anyone’s trying to say-

Mari stands, taking a few steps forward confidently, like she would.

“Let’s all just chill, you guys,” Nat says, scrambling to her feet and raising a hand out to Mari. She gestures to him. “There’s no way that Coach would ever-”

“This is because of you, you know.”

You look up at Mari with wide eyes.

What the fuck has Mari done for you all?

“Excuse me?”

“Why we don’t have any meat. Lottie tries to bless you for the hunt, but half the time you’re MIA. Or when you do show up, it’s like you’re practically holding your nose.”

“Are you joking?” Nat hisses, and you stand up, feeling a little angry and a little on edge-

“What have you done, huh, Mari? Have you been hiking through the mountains in the freezing cold looking for food?”

She takes a step towards you, and you do too.

“No. You’ve been here, in the cabin, nice and warm while we were out there trying!”

“If there isn’t any game, then how did Lottie get the birds.”

“Lottie didn’t fucking get the birds,” Nat scoffs. “They flew into the cabin.”

“Because she told them too,” Mari says.

“It did happen when the blood dripped on the symbol she made,” Akilah mutters.

“We’re still not really sure that’s why,” Shauna says.

“Yeah, you see, that’s what we call a coincidence,” Coach sighs. “Okay? Those birds were just… like, confused, or had a disease or something.”

“No. If they were diseased, then we would have gotten sick from eating them,” Misty says, the broom still in her hands.

“What about the bear?”

Everyone turns to Van.

“I don’t think anyone who saw that could call it a coincidence.”

“Exactly.” Mari turns back to you and Natalie. “It all goes to show the only food we’ve had in months is thanks to Lottie.”

Natalie runs a hand through her hair.

“Then we should have a fucking contest, huh? One-on-one. We both go out. Just her and me, and at the end of the day we see who makes it back with more food.”

You stare up at Nat, but she’s not looking anywhere near you.

“Come on, Nat. That’s not fair,” Travis says. “Lottie’s not a hunter.”

“Oh, according to them, she’s better than a hunter.”

She looks around, and everyone else does, but not one says anything.

You grab Natalie’s hand, making her look at you.

“You’re not serious.”

She stares into your eyes.

“You’re not serious, Natalie. You can’t- can’t just go out into the wilderness all by yourself,” you laugh, just because it’s so hilarious. You look around, and no one says anything. “All of you can’t be serious. You’re gonna freeze out there all by yourselves.”

Natalie looks at you.

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “It’s stupid.”

You take a step closer and drop your voice.

“Why do you let them get to you, Nat?”

“I’ll be fine, Y/N.”

You stare back at her, and when you look at her shadow behind her, you swear she’s wearing a crown of bones. Of antlers.

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2021-

“I know you’re in there, Y/N!”

Misty’s sing-song voice has been at your door for the past five minutes, banging and knocking, shouting that it’s her! It’s your old best friend, and you should just let her in-

“I don’t wanna talk to anyone, please Misty,” you groan, leaning your head against the heavy door. The following knocks make your teeth chatter.

“Okay,” she says, slightly shouting. “I wanted to tell you this in person, but since you’re being difficult…”

“What, Misty?!”

“Natalie’s missing.”

You open the door quickly, and when you look in her eyes, you know she’s not lying.

But you know nothing about the man behind her.

“I… who? Who the fuck-?”

She glances over to the man, dismissing him with a wave of her hand.

“That’s Walter. Seriously, do not mind him. He’s just helping me.”

“Hi,” he says after a moment, holding out his hand that you cautiously take. “I’m Walter,” he smiles. “And you must be the infamous Y/N I’ve heard so much about. All good things, besides for the shouting of your name just now.”

“Ha,” you say, and maybe you would she laughed if you weren’t so scared and confused.

One Yellowjacket missing could mean bad news for the rest of them.

Misty barges past you and inside, and Walter smiles awkwardly at you before following her.

“Oh, okay,” you mutter, shutting the door and following them. “Nat’s missing?”

Misty sighs, sitting on your couch, like she had when Travis died.

“Yes. But, we have a lead! Purple people.”

“Misty… do you have any meds you should be taking…?”

“Oh, no, no, Y/N. Not actual purple people. But people dressed in purple clothes.”

“Oh, yeah. ‘Cause that makes much more sense, huh? Besides, how do you know she didn’t just take off?”

“Has she contacted you?” Misty asks, taking out a notepad. Walter looks around your apartment while you wring your hands together nervously.

“No,” you sigh, and she sets down her notepad, adjusting her glasses.

“You know something.”

“I don’t,” you mutter.

“You do!” she shouts, pointing her finger at you.

You roll your eyes. “God, Misty, fine, I-” she looks at you expectantly, and you look away. “I… may have kinda, like, completely cut things off with her at the reunion?”

“Y/N,” Misty gasps. “What? What happened? You guys were so…”

You sigh and turn back to her. “It… it was never really healthy. And we were too focused on saving each other to save ourselves, it- it was never meant to work, you know?”

Misty looks you up and down. “Well,” she mutters, writing something down.

“She’s probably in Texas,” you mumble. “She always runs to Texas. She took me to Texas. She likes… the heat.”

Because winter makes her feel a little sick.

Misty nods. “Texas,” she sighs. She looks around your apartment. “Goodness, Y/N. Breakup really effect you?”

“It wasn’t a breakup, Misty,” you sneer. “We weren’t together. It was just… a formal… we shouldn’t ever get back together again.”

“Okay,” she says, raising her eyebrows, not really believing you. “Well, pack your bags. Don’t worry, I already called out of work for you-”

“Misty?! You- you can’t just-”

She cuts you a harsh glare.

“Listen to me. I know, and everyone else knows, that you still love her. And now she’s missing. I need your help, Y/N, and you need mine.”

“I don’t need your help, Misty,” you roll your eyes.

She shrugs.

“Aren’t you at least curious?” Walter asks, the first time he’s spoken since he came in. Misty rolls her eyes. “Come. I’m paying.”

And you are curious. And you do care about Natalie, even if you’re working to not love her anymore. Besides, who doesn’t want a free vacation?

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slasher-male-wife · 11 months

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"You look cooked": The lost boys x male reader

I was tanning today and thinking about slashers and stuff and I'm going to write something about slashers with a reader who tans and whatever but I got this idea from my mutual @k1nn1e-0n-ma1n my best friend. Anyway I rarely get sun burns so lucky me.

Warnings: Reader is said to be able to visibly tan and sun burn, swearing, smoking, reader gets shirtless, vague descriptions of readers body

You walked into the boys cave wearing an unusually warm outfit for the weather. Despite trying to hide the sunburn running across your cheeks and nose, that patch of sensitive burned skin is still showing signs of being burned. You try to act normal as you see your boys sitting together. Paul is the first one to look at you and he has to quickly hold back his smile as he taps Marko with the back of his hand.

Marko looks over and smiles. You roll your eyes and sit next to Dwayne. All four of them look at you in silence. Paul and Marko look like they're about to burst into uncontrollable laughter. David looks over at you with disappointment in his eyes and Dwayne being his usual stone wall of a man.

"I get it. I got sunburned today, big deal. I rarely got burned before I became part vampire. I was wearing sunscreen and I guess I forgot to reapply it. Now just stop staring at me like I'm some freak. Go ahead and lecture me about it." Paul and Marko start to laugh as David shakes his head and takes another drag from his cigarette.

"It's just...You just...You look like you've been cooking on a grill all day." Paul snickers out with a smile on his face.

"How much of you got burned?" Dwayne asks, looking down at your over sized hoodie.

"Well it's on my face, my chest, and my back. I've been taking cold showers and rubbing this aloe Vera stuff I got on my burn and it's been kind of helping. It doesn't hurt too bad thank god." You say, looking over at Dwayne before noticing that David is still glaring at you.

"You know how serious a sunburn can get? You're lucky you just look cooked. It's bad enough seeing people who look like raw hot dogs around here. But you could end up looking like one of those old people with leather skin," David says, crushing out his cigarette. You scoff and roll your eyes. You'd cross your arms if you weren't so sunburned, "This isn't a joke. You're lucky you're not a full vampire or else you would have been burned to a crisp. Well more than you already are."

"Jesus David it's a sun burn. I've had like five in my entire life alright? I'm not going to die because of it and I'm not going to become a leathery old person," You notice Marko walk away and turn your attention towards Dwayne. You take a deep breath and look into his eyes, "If you wouldn't mind I think having someone else help put on that aloe stuff would be great. I can barely reach my back." You ask him, taking out the bottle of aloe from your pocket. Paul playfully scoffs and crosses his arms.

"Why can't I help you with it Y/N?" He asks, faking disappointment.

"Well I don't really trust you because your hands tend to wonder when you try to rub my back." You hand Dwayne the bottle before you take off your hoodie, revealing darker, irritated skin just like the kind on your face. David mutters something under his breath before you sense Marko around you again. You pick up on him hovering behind you.

"I swear to god if you slap my sunburn I'm going to kill you." You say, turning your head around to look over at him. He puts his hands up in mock innocence and goes back to sitting with Paul.

"You're really not any fun. You should know by now your pain tolerance goes up when you turn. It wouldn't have hurt that bad."

"Well you've been a vampire since like the 20's. You've probably forgotten what it feels like to be sun burned." You feel Dwayne put a cold wet hand against your back. You instinctively move it away before he puts a hand on your stomach and pulls you back against his hand as he rubs the aloe over your burn.

"Just hold still. I'm doing what you asked," Dwayne slowly and gently rubs the aloe over your back. You don't know much of his past. But you do know he turned in the 1700s and he worked with a lot of medicinal herbs. Maybe you should ask him more about it sometime.

"That's one thing I don't miss about being human. All the damn sunburns." Marko says as David lights another cigarette. You start to lean into Dwayne's touch, savoring the feeling of his cool hand against your burning back.

"Want me to get your chest?" Paul teases. You flip him off but can't stop yourself from smiling a little.

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runningfrom2am · 10 months

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the sea around us; chapter twenty-five

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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We camp out at The Wreck all day, hoping no one will find us. I was expecting a call from Rafe, which, seven hours later, never came . I'll cling to the hope that he changed his mind about John B, but I know he didn't.

I'm trying to sleep on a booth seat late at night, when there's a tapping on the glass at the window above my head.

I snap my eyes open and look up, seeing Rafe leaning against the glass and I sigh a breath of relief. I quietly get up, hoping not to wake my friends, but that plan quickly fails when I realize JJ is sleeping right at my feet. I step on his hand and he quickly wakes up. "Fuck! Oh, god, Snowy, where are you going?" He asks, sitting up and rubbing his hand. I catch him look out the window, seeing Rafe there.

"Oh my god, why did you tell him where we are?" He asks frustratedly.

"He's here to help, okay? I'm just gonna talk to him." I explain, holding on to tables fo support myself as I limp towards the door. JJ gets up to help me.

I carefully unlock the door, seeing Rafe already waiting on the other side. I slip out and go to close it behind me, but JJ steps out with me, crossing his arms as he stares at my boyfriend.

"JJ, please, it's fine. Go back to sleep." I tell him, but he doesn't even look my way.

"Snowy- thank god.." Rafe says softly, quickly pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry I didn't call. I didn't get the chance, I had to wait until it was dark to sneak away and the whole island is hunting you guys down..."

"It's okay..." I whisper, hugging him back.

"Listen, man, if you're here to screw us over I swear to god-" JJ starts, and Rafe let's me go to confront him.

"I'm not. I'm here to help my girlfriend, since you, her 'best friends' won't take her to the damn hospital." Rafe replies.

"We're not doing this." I shake my head, interrupting before they get the chance to go at each other. "JJ, just go back inside. Please."

JJ takes off his hat and turns to walk back inside, raising his middle finger at Rafe as he steps back in.

"I'm sorry, I know you want to help.." I sigh and Rafe shakes his head, returning his attention to me now.

"It's fine. Here, sit down.." Rafe holds onto my arms and helps me settle onto the ground. "We'll talk and then I'll take you."

"Did you go to the police?" I ask as he sits next to me, and we can look out over the water. I know I'm not going to the hospital with him.

"Yeah, uh, I did." He nods. "I told them you didn't do anything- you just happened to be there, but obviously they still want to talk to you."

"I bet." I reply. "But I'm not telling them it was John B."

Rafe sighs, letting his head fall back against the wall we're leaning on. "Well we have to have our story straight or we all get in shit. And I'm not letting you go down for this."

"I won't. We have a plan." I admit.

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you. The less you know the better." I tell him truthfully.

"You can't run, you have to stay here I will protect you here. My dad agreed to let you out of this." Rafe says, clearly on to me.

I shake my head. "I can't go back to my life without John B when I know the truth. I can't just go back to working at Making Waves and running from my parents, and going to parties and just living my life like normal. I appreciate what you're trying to do but unless he is safe I can't go back."

"I get that, but your life is different now anyways. We have each other- we can get our own place, or something, and, and, and- just do our own thing. I know my dad, he will pay you to keep this secret if we ask and then you won't have to work." Rafe insists, grabbing my hand.

"Rafe," I look back at him, "I just can't." I shake my head again, getting that feeling in my throat that means I'm about to start crying.

"Snowy, we'll figure this out, alright? We will. You'll be okay." He's so confident already that he won't be charged with anything, even though I know he planned to kill the sheriff if I wasn't there.

"Would you have shot her? If I wasn't there, would you have done it?" I ask. Rafe doesn't say anything for a moment.

"I... I don't know." He answers quietly, shaking his head. "I had to do something, I couldn't let my dad get arrested. We would have ran, or something, I don't know..."

"Oh, god..." I say, tears spilling down my cheeks now. "I hate this."

"Please don't cry.. Hey, it's okay..." Rafe says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer. "Just, please don't run. I'll fix everything, I promise."

He's just not getting it, this isn't something he can fix now. It's not like the cops will believe me over Ward or Rafe when I tell them that it wasn't John B, so I'll just end up getting in trouble for lying or aiding and abetting or something. We just need time.

I shake my head at him. "No, we are going to fix it." I say, wiping my tears away. "We've got a plan and we are going to fix this."

"Snowy- Snowy you're not listening to me, okay? You can't just leave me because of John B." Rafe says frustratedly.

"I have no choice now, I won't lie for your dad. I didn't tell you but he has tried to kill me twice now, in one week. I can't stay even if I wanted to. He will kill me, Rafe." I say seriously. "And I don't want you to have to clean up that mess, and then look my brother in the eyes and act like you don't know anything when he comes to you for support. I can't do that to you guys."

He doesn't say anything, he knows I'm right.

"I think you should probably go..." I whisper, looking anywhere but at him.

"I'm not going without you, let's get you to a doctor okay? If you insist on running you can't do it with a broken foot." I shake my head at this.

"I'll be fine- I'm not sure it's even broken. I can't go." I protest and he sighs.

"Fine- if you are going to be stubborn, good luck." Rafe says as he stands up. "I mean- why can't you see I'm trying to protect you here?" He asks frustratedly.

"I do, thank you, but you know I can't just leave my friends like this. They need me too." As I say this, he covers his face with his hands and shakes his head. I tell he's getting angry now.

"Fuck- oh my god, I am literally begging you to let me help you. I am begging you to be reasonable here!"

"One day you'll understand that I am." I respond.

"No, no. You listen! I am risking everything for you! I am risking our reputation, my dads life just by being here and by going to the police earlier to save you!" He raises his voice now, and then he punches the wall next to the window out of frustration.

Just then, I hear the door open and look over to see JJ walking out. "It's time for you to go." He says, stepping past me to stand between us.

"No, I'm not leaving without her." Rafe shakes his head.

"Yeah, uh, you are, actually." JJ says, nodding a little and flipping his hat so it's backwards.

Rafe begins pacing, talking to himself quietly. He stops right in front of my friend, getting up in his face.

"You are hurting her more than I am- and I hope you fucking know that." Rafe says, poking JJ's chest.

"Rafe, please, just go." I say quietly and he looks down at me, his gaze softening.

"You better listen to her." JJ agrees.

Rafe nods a little, looking disappointed and angry. "Yeah, whatever, Snowy. Good luck." He says, walking away and looking back only briefly as JJ helps me up.

We get back inside and I watch Rafe drive away. I'm not sure I'll ever see him again- and that's how things had to end? I think he's just used to getting his way.

"Are you okay?" I hear JJ asking me and I nod slightly.

"I just didn't want to say goodbye like that..." I mumble, sitting down again at the booth where I was sleeping before.

JJ sits on the ground in front of me. "I mean, I don't want to make you feel worse, but he's not the best guy."

"I know, but his heart is in the right place, you know? He cares about me, he just wants me to be safe. The problem is he doesn't care about you guys. That's where we are different, I guess." I sigh. "But if all of this never happened it would be different."

JJ smiles a little, patting my leg. "Hey, but on the bright side, you'll always have us."

"True." I agree, laughing slightly. "JJ, are you sure you're okay with our plan?" I ask, just to confirm.

He nods, not even hesitating. "I'm sure. We'll go to Yucatan- just the two of us. It'll be the vacation of a lifetime." He smiles and I laugh at that.

"I don't know if I would describe it as a vacation, but sure. Wherever you want- you might have to carry me though." I joke.

"Anywhere." JJ nods, "I give a mean piggy back." He smiles. I know we'll make the most of it, but I'm honestly heartbroken to leave my family behind. With everything going on I haven't talked to the twins as much as I may have liked, but one day I'll explain it to them. Once John B is cleared and everything returns to normal.

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theres only two chapters left in part one! ah!! I'm so excited to get into s2 but I'm really nervous yall are going to hate it bc it takes a sharp turn in direction lol

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