#like she's sneaky and seductive and hot

[harkonnin]

* The heart is not meant to rule *

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader

Slow burn, knife kink, blood kink, strangers to lovers, softer!Feyd-Rautha, CONSENT, 18+, arranged marriage, assassination, poison, murder, etc

Chapter 1 - Introduction Chapter 2 - Beginnings are such delicate times Chapter 3 - Eclipse Chapter 4 - A Time of Quiet Between the Storms Chapter 5 - Harkonnen Arena Chapter 6 - Water of life Chapter 7 - Each man is a little war Chapter 8 - Spice Chapter 9 - Resurrection

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You had returned to your quarters after the events of tonight. Your father reassuring you that all would be fine. You’re still surprised he’s not more upset with you. Your mother must be though. The Bene Gesserit hated impure bloodlines. So much so that they forced your mother to have another child after Paul. You always felt like your mother didn’t really want to have you, but now it made sense, she was preparing you for Feyd-Rautha. It wouldn’t have helped if you received training as a Bene Gesserit, for Feyd hated people trying to control him. You needed to be his partner, not his master.

As you lay in bed you keep tossing and turning, not being able to properly sleep, you keep rethinking about tonight, about Feyd’s confession. You feel your cheeks burn when you recount the way his hands dragged over your skin, how he pulled you closer, softly. How handsome he looked in the pale moonlight, that sneaky glint in his eyes, always.

You turn over onto your belly and you feel like you want to scream into your pillow. What was this pull he had on you, you’ve never experienced this before, yet you had a lot of men swooning over you, some even going as far as asking you out. But it never felt like this. Feyd had raw charisma that was hard to come by these days. Nothing felt forced with him, he was just seductive by nature. And you were apparently an easy prey for him, because whatever he was doing, worked.

*

Feyd had made himself more comfortable in his guest room, winding down from tonight. He took off his top and sat in his pants, contemplating the events. Sleep evaded him as he stared out of his window, overseeing the ocean. He remembers your soft touch most of all, his chest raging hot when you leaned in. There was something about the slow pace of how you both moved that made him want more.

He sighed and laid down on the bed. Ever so soft, it smelled a bit of the Caladian rose oil he had used earlier. He couldn’t stop imagining you sharing his bed, even just being next to each other. He turned over to his side and looked at the empty pillow, and trailed the spot where you would be. He felt bolder tonight, having lived through the poison of a deadly snake, and seeing how much you would do for him.

After a while of contemplating, Feyd picks up a black shirt and decides to make his way to your quarters, eagerly awaiting your answer to his question.

*

You really couldn’t sleep at all, and the early morning sun was already peeking over the horizon. You sighed and got your training gear on, it had been a few days since you properly practiced, and as you didn’t have anything better to do, you decided to head to the practicing grounds. There you started your vigorous training, in the damp, wet grass. Just to take your mind off the bane of your existence, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.

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Feyd arrived at your quarters an hour later, knocked on the door but a staff member instructed him that you got up early to practice. She explained where he could find you, and he nodded in thanks. He was impressed by you; it wasn’t even proper morning yet and you were up and about already. He walks a bit faster than normal when he leaves the castle and finds you practicing with a dummy in the grass.

He studies you a bit longer before he speaks.

“Would you mind having a sparring partner?”, he shocks you a bit by suddenly speaking, as you were focussed rather heavily.

You look up and smile, you nod at him and challenge him a bit further.

“How about we make it more interesting?” He’s intrigued, “I’m listening,” he purrs as he walks over. “What if we use real knives.” Your eyebrow cocks up at him, playfully.

Something in him stirs, his eyes lit up and you notice he swallows heavily at your challenge. He’s surprised but also genuinely amused. He snakes his way towards you, keeping his eyes fixated on yours. You notice his demeanour turns darker the closer he gets to you. You knew you were playing a dangerous game, but you trusted him enough to know that he wouldn’t kill you at least.

“My lady,” his voice more gravely than usual, “we are finally speaking the same language.”

It almost feels like he’s complimenting you, so you break eye contact to take one of the sharpened daggers you’re carrying in your pants. You also take out the one he gifted to you, to use as your own. As you hand him the other dagger, his hands brushes over yours. You look up at him, feeling the heat radiate from his body this early in the morning. He looks amused, but nothing is soft about him anymore. You feel the warrior in him awakening, and it scares you a little. He’s not quite the same person as you’ve seen in the arena, but it’s not far off.

As soon as he has the dagger you decide to move backwards towards the area you were practicing in before. He follows suit, but you don’t remove your eyes from his. He was after all a better fighter than you, and you weren’t sure if he was looking to teach you or fight you at this point. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

You both end up walking around the area a little bit, looking at each other, waiting for the first person to strike. You know he would be the first to attack, since he usually couldn’t wait to get started. But he was taking his sweet time. You felt like he was watching your entire being, your every move, trying to assess how you moved, what your defence would be, and most of all, he was allowed to admire you.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, you felt more scared than you should be. His face contorted in a smirk almost, as if he knew what you were feeling. He relished in having this much control over you.

“I won’t kill you Lady Atreides, if that’s what you are thinking.” He’s full-on smiling, black teeth mocking you.

He looks petrifying, like a weapon aimed at you. You don't feel the need to smile back, fear overtaking you a little bit more than it should have. He was stalking you like a predator, like a shark before he took a bite out of you. For all you know, he didn’t even need the dagger. You might’ve made it too easy for him.

He noticed you started to overthink whatever was happening and decided to give you the sweet release of decision. He lunges a first attack your way, easy to dodge, but it snaps you awake. Your training with Duncan flooding back to you, and you set a few attacks in motion to counter his.

As you go to stab his shoulder, he pushes your arm away and tries to bury his dagger into your side, your other hand catches it and you manage to keep hold of his hand for a few seconds before flinging your body into his, using your weight to try and topple him over. He’s stronger than you however and he manages to break loose from your grip and turns you around. Your back flush against his chest. He tries to use his dagger to attack your chest and yours blocks his just in time. You feel his hot breath on your ear and his heart beating into your back.

“One would almost say that Lady Atreides loves danger, seeing us like this,” he whispers in your ear.

You feel your face flush red, not because of combat, but his words stir something in the pit of your stomach, and you resist every fibre inside of you to turn around and kiss him right then and there. There was something about being in such close combat that almost felt erotic. Feyd would probably call it foreplay, knowing how much he relished in this.

“One would almost say that you are letting me win, my Lord Na-Baron,” you whispered his title as you turned your face towards him, your breath ghosting his lips and it caught him unawares.

You managed to push him off and turn back around towards him, dagger at the ready. His eyes were different, you couldn’t put it into words but something you said made him feel different inside. That much was clear.

You both panted for a few seconds as you launched another attack on him, one he didn’t see coming. You tried to kick him down and used a weirding way kind of twist that would knock him down in an instant, if he hadn’t grabbed your leg like he did just now. You feel your side hit the damp grass, and your head shakes out a memory. Your dream flies back at you, the damp grass, your hands wet, this felt like that completely.

You turn around to see Feyd launching another attack at you, towards your face even. You turn back onto the ground and try to roll away from him, you manage to get some room in between you two, but he is relentless. You use all your force to try and kick at him, and eventually you manage to kick away his dagger from his hands. It flies a few meters away from you both, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Yield,” you tell him, out of breath and dagger at the ready. He laughs at you, “never, my Lady.”

You start to wonder if the dream you had could turn into the nightmare from before, maybe you foresaw your own death, maybe you kill Feyd, or maybe it was just a warning. You decide to take matters into your own hands and try to turn him onto his back, which is easier said than done. He manages to wrestle you down even more and tries to steal your dagger.

You notice you must’ve hit him in the face before because he has a nosebleed. Nothing is stopping him however, and you start to feel tired at his stamina never giving up. You try one last move, and move your hips from under his grasp, you wiggle from under his body and manage to put a leg on his chest, and you kick him as hard as you can. He gets thrown off you and onto his back. You make fast work of the position he’s in and go to sit on top of his chest, straddling his body under yours. You take your dagger and hold it against his throat.

“Yield.” You say stronger, and more out of breath.

He looks up at you in wonder and a dark expression takes over. He’s also slightly out of breath, as you feel his chest under you moving you up and down ever so slightly. His hands are creeping towards your legs that are straddling him however, and you get hot at the feeling. Your ears are burning, and you feel your throat close off a little at the intense stares you both share. He watches you swallow, his mouth slightly agape, before he returns his eyes on your face.

He's the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen, holding a dagger at his throat made this even more enticing for him. Suddenly, he positions himself upwards, as you try to hold the dagger steady at his throat, not letting him win this battle. You see a drop of blood leaving his skin. You’re sitting in his lap now, his face at the same level as yours, his hands moving towards the small of your back. As you feel his hands snake behind you, you try to speak again, but all thoughts leave your mind as he pulls you towards him.

You loosen your grip on the dagger, letting it fall in the grass next to you both. He’s staring at your lips, holding you against him. Your breath still ghosting over his face. He feels your heartbeat, there’s no way he doesn’t, as you feel it in your ears. He looks back up at you, your eyes dart back and forth between his. He pulls you close to him, lips almost touching.

“I yield,” he whispers before kissing you.

His lips are so soft on you, but his hands are making quick work of moving you to your side and onto your back. You let it all happen as you feel the heat overtake you, the wet grass being the only solace to cool down. The kiss keeps deepening, from soft and teasing to a hunger that cannot be controlled. His hands caress your face, then move down towards your hips until he settles them on your ass. He’s in between your legs at this point, his tongue seeking entrance at your lips. He’s so incredibly talented, and you accept everything he wants from you. His hands tighten their grip as he uses his tongue to explore your mouth and you pant at his touch.

“You’re so willing, Lady Atreides,” he purrs into your mouth.

You let out a moan, and it only stirs him on to continue his relentless attack. This was all moving so fast and becoming a bit much. You weren’t going to have him right here and now, in public training grounds for everyone to see. But he didn’t seem to mind at all, it drove you crazy.

“Feyd, please,” you manage to breathe out at him.

He stops and looks at your face, all flush, red and ashamed. You looked gorgeous to him, and he had to use all his power to not continue.

“Not here,” you pant out.

And he respects it. He gets up and gives you his hand to hold onto. You take it willingly and pull yourself up from the ground. He turns you around and hugs you from behind. It takes a few seconds before he says anything, and you just enjoy the warmth of him.

“Have you given me some more consideration, Lady Atreides?” he almost whispers, and you feel the insecurity linger in his question.

You smile and turn around to face him, his face a bit flush and his eyes piercing through you.

“My answer is yes, Feyd.”

You tell him with a smile on your face and you swear you see the start of one on his face as well. He kisses you softly and your fears melt away for a long while.

#feyd rautha #feyd x reader #feyd x you #feyd rautha harkonnen #dune fanfiction #house harkonnen #dune 2 #dune part 2 #the heart is not meant to rule

[ryejism]

sub!ryujin x dom!lia foodplay fic where they’re eating ice cream and a bit drips down ryujins chin and it gives lia an idea👀

one thing ryujin hate-loved about lia was lia’s constant need to keep ryujin on her toes, always doing the least expectant things ever.

ryujin hated it because lia could always make ryujin crumble underneath her due to the shock of whatever sneaky stunts lia would pull. however, she also loved it because it was like lia’s little quirk that comes with dating her. it always kept ryujin shocked and excited everytime. it pushed her out of her little shell sometimes, which she needs.

“ there’s some ice cream dripping down your chin, baby. “ lia spoke to her, sitting next to her on one of the long tanning chairs alongside the pool.

ryujin went to wipe it off with the back of her hand but before she could finish, lia had already began to lick it off for her, stopping to kiss her lips while she was at it. it annoyed ryujin how she had made such a simple and innocent gesture seem so much more than that.

it was burning hot outside, making the ice cream continue to melt in ryujin’s hand as they kissed. lia pulled away, looking down at ryujin’s hand.

“ you keep making a mess. “ she scolded with a sexy smirk on her face that made ryujin clench her thighs together. lia noticed and giggled at it.

lia snatched it from ryujin’s hand and walked over to one of the outdoor trash cans to throw it away.

“ that was mine??? what the hell…. “ ryujin went to scold her but immediately got stuck in a trance by lia’s body as she walked away. it made her forget her hand becoming sticky as the melted ice cream solidified on her fingers.

lia straddled ryujin’s lap, getting close to her face but not yet kissing her. she grabbed ryujin’s sticky hand and began to seductively suck and lick up the melted ice cream on her fingers, purposely looking ryujin dead in the eye to tease her. ryujin just stared at her lips the entire time as they wrapped around her long fingers.

lia’s other free hand was set on one of ryujin’s tits through her very thin bikini, gently groping it. it only made ryujin more and more hot and bothered.

lia smirked, finally kissing ryujin’s lips. ryujin hummed in reply while lia kissed down her neck and jawline.

“ spread your legs, honey. “ lia says, watching as ryujin slowly and hesitantly spread her legs.

lia managed to pull down ryujin’s bikini top, letting her boobs slip out and feel lia skin to skin. she pinched and twisted her nipples expertly, which made ryujin whine softly against lia’s lips. she trailed her free hand to between her legs, grinding against her own hand to relieve some of the need to feel something.

“ bad girl, ryujin. “ lia slapped ryujin’s wrist and slipped her hand into ryujin’s panties. the pressure of lia’s palm against ryujin was more than enough to help ryujin get off. “ you’re so wet and we haven’t even gone in the pool yet. “

ryujin’s hands made their way to tangle in lia’s long black hair, moaning pathetically into their kiss.

ryujin suddenly remembered they’re in a public pool and could get caught at any time, but it made the situation more erotic and exciting at the same time. she needed to finish soon.

ryujin continued to buck her hips against lia’s hand, desperately trying to relieve the feeling that began to build up in her stomach.

“ lia…. can i cum? “ she panted as she broke their kiss. ryujin’s eyes were screwed shut and she didn’t even notice the way lia pulled away from and set a towel down on the ground, kneeling on it in front of ryujin.

“ not yet. “ she pried ryujin’s legs open and pulled her panties to the side, diving right into her cunt. ryujin just moaned and leaned back on her elbows, making it easier for lia.

she tried to silence her whines by biting her bottom lip, which only worked temporality before lia sped up her pace and started to suck on her clit just how she likes.

the bright sun above them blinded her but also lit up her soft skin so prettily, lia loved it, she wanted to mark it. she avoided it since it was too risky, as if eating ryujin out at a public pool wasn’t riskier, but she doesn’t have time to worry about that right now. not when ryujin is above her, shaking and has her back arched, ready to cum any second now.

she bunched up her fist, gripping tightly onto the edges of the chair. her chest rose and fell rapidly as her whole body spasms from the pleasure. barely audible words and cute little whimpers left her mouth as she couldn’t hold them back any longer while lia slurped up all ryujin had to offer for her.

with one particularly loud moan, she came on lia’s tongue. lia savored all of ryujin’s sweetness, better than the ice cream she had licked off ryujin’s body prior. ryujin laid there, still shaking from the aftershocks.

ryujin moaned at the slight pain she felt from lia snapping her bikini back into its original position, covering up her little mess.

“ how about we go for a swim now, how’s that sound? “ lia hovered over her and kissed ryujin till she was in a calmer state.

ryujin weakly nodded and let lia drag her by the hand until they reached the pool. lia held her close by the waist as they sunk deeper and deeper till the water was level with their chests.

they just kissed more and more while soaking in their luke warm water, hands exploring each others bodies underneath. after what felt like forever, they finally stepped out and wrapped themselves in their towels.

“ finish what we started back at the hotel? “ lia suggested, thankfully they were roommates for this stop. ryujin just nodded with a cocky smirk on her face. now it was her turn to get back at lia.

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy ryujin #itzy smut #ryujin smut #kpop smut #itzy lia #lia smut #ryujin imagines

[typeobby]

Hi Sweet🖤

could I get something Ghostface!Alex Keller x f!reader?

Along the lines of she knows what/who Alex is so she asks to have the experience of being chased by him randomly. You can make it nsfw if you do that.

Feel free to change this according to how you're inspired though, there's no rush either.

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A CHASE

warnings: muder, gore?, sight nsfw, non cannon

ft: slasher!alex keller x f!reader (even tho i mostly used ‘you)

notes: HIHIHI yesyes ofcc 😭 also thank u sm for being my first request i forgot to put horror characters as who i also write for lmao my writing can b a little iffy at times so lmk if theres anything i needa improve on xx

You were always a fan of alexs work, the way he drove that knife so smoothly into their skin, the way he would always hide from the police, the way he was so sneaky, all of it. You couldn’t help but be amazed.

You were in your tiny shared kitchen scrubbing the shit out of his killing knife, running your fingers across the sharp blade. You couldnt help but feel the heat arise to your cheeks, and your legs.

Alex would come out the bathroom, his hair wet, his normal blue eyes still chased with thrill from his last hunt, his toned muscle and skin mesmerising in this state. You couldnt help the words to come flying out your mouth

“Alex, darling?” you would ask with shaky moist hands “i-i your work, can you” fuck how do i say this “can you chase me tonight, knife and all” you would splutter out not thinking about what you were saying.

Alex would freeze right in his tracks looking at you like you were crazy but also, in awe?

“Dove, do you really want me to?” he would move closer to your, grabbing your waist with his worked out hands, his breath hot against your neck. You would quickly nod your head hoping he would get the message, luckily he did.

“alright sweetheart get ready, and we’ll meet at the park” he would whisper in your ear seductively grabbing his knife as tracing it on the kitchen counter before leaving.

(ONTO THE GOOD SHITTT)

You were hiding behind a tree trying to get best out of view, holy shit this was scary but fucking hell how much this turned you on. You could hear his footsteps coming closer and closer his heavy boots thumbing, you had to cover your mouth with your hands to shush your breathing

“bunny, bunny, bunny where are you?” he would sigh his knife tracing over some trees leaving a mark. In all your might you fought the urge to jump out and let him take you whole, but you didnt. Lost in thought he found you.

“awe how cute, hiding behind a tree, classic” he would move closer to you pointing his butchers knife high, ready to stab, ready to wound.

As it was norma instinct, the adrenaline would rush in causing you to jump out of ur position and run, sprint. The cold brisk air with your heavy panting was eutrophic. Having your loving, dangerous boyfriend chase after you like he did his victims. He was right behind your arse. One small wrong move and you were done. It was muddy and bumpy a easy way to fuck up, it was dark also so thats even worse. You would turn your head to see how far he was, he was life 3ft away. fuckfuckfuckfuck

Suddenly a large chopped down tree stump was in your way while u were distracted causing you to trip over and leaving a deep graze your knee, a trickle off blood running down your knee, you would turn around to find Alex right behind you. His knife right against your neck. The cold metal digging slightly into your skin, his spare hand cupping both your cheeks squeezing tightly. His tounge swiftly licking the blood from your neck.

“We all know what happens to bunnys when they get found”

#alex keller x reader #alex keller #gn!reader #141 x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #farah x reader #yandere blog #poly 141 #graves x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #gaz x reader #slashers #killer au #ghost x reader #slight smut #soap x reader

[harperb2813]

Patrol

Summary: Patrol with your sneaky link.

TW: Cursing, kissing, dirty talking, teasing, pleading and begging, use of y/n dom! Ellie x sub! reader, oral sex strap on use (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, choking, degradation and praise, praise kink, cum eating (kinda) Ellie uses reader like a toy…

“So, how close are you and Dina? I reckon your really close” Ellie walks infront as you two walk through a village, pistol in hand.

“uhh I don’t know… why do to ask?” You respond.

“Just asking. She's cute and all but... I don’t know. I'm sure we could have fun" she grins, trying to hide how nervous she was.

“oh yeah?” You see her nervousness and take it to your advantage.

"Yeah, we could have a lot of fun. And who knows where it might lead?" She smirks, and starts walking closer to you.

“I have something in mind” you say seductively.

“Oh really? And what might that be?" her heart races a little faster, anticipating your response. You gently brush your pinky against her hand as you two walk

“oh nothing…” you tease

"Hmm, maybe we should find a more private spot to continue this conversation."

“I think I’d like that.”

She takes the lead, guiding you both further into the village. You come across a older house which is abandoned. You both walk in and she immediately starts kissing you, pushing you against the wall. She pulls away “Strip for me." her voice is soft but commanding.

“Ellie I-” you are cutoff by Ellie

“Do it.” She commands. You begin to take off your clothes. Ellie watches. “Good girl. Once you're naked, kneel down and wait for further instructions." Her heart races with anticipation, knowing she's about fuck you. Hard. “Very well then." She walks around you, examining your body before she straddles your lap. With one swift movement, she pushes you down onto the bed, pinning you underneath her. You gasp but smile as she begins to undress as well. She leans down and whispers in your ear, her tone soft yet commanding "Do you want me to fuck you?" Slowly thrusts her hips against yours, her breathing hot on your neck.

“Y-yes…” you manage to say. She moans softly, feeling your need for her. With a swift motion, she grinds her hips against yours harder, taking her panties off in the process.you moan as she begins to move slightly faster. She leans in, moving her body in a grinding motion against yours, her breasts now rubbing against yours

"You're so tight for me." She licks your neck and whispers "Do you want me to really fuck you, baby?"

“P-please! I need it!” Feeling your need for her, Ellie can't resist any longer. She positions herself at your entrance and slowly begins to lower herself against your pussy. Her moans echo around the secluded spot as she starts to ride against you hard and fast. She leans in and whispers in your ear "

“That's it baby, take it." She starts to move her body in a quick rhythm, her breasts swaying with each thrust. You both are moaning like crazy.

“Ellie…! Fuck!”Feeling your body shaking in pleasure, Ellie smirks and leans in to whisper seductively in your ear

"You like that baby? Want me to fuck you even harder?" All you can do is nod. Slowly starts to move her hips faster and faster, her breaths becoming more rapid as her pleasure builds. She whispers dirty words in your ear, making you completely lose control. "That's it baby, cum for me." She picks up the pace, pushing you closer and closer to your limits until she feels the pressure start to build between her legs.

“Ellie fuck!” You moan feeling you orgasm quickly approaching. Feeling you about to cum, Ellie grinds down harder, her eyes filled with lust and satisfaction. She groans deeply, her own orgasm hitting her like a freight train. Your legs shake as she continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Ellie continues to grind against you, her body shuddering once more as she reaches her climax.

"Fuck yes, take it all," she moans, her voice filled with desire and satisfaction. “That's it baby." She moans softly as she collapses onto your chest.Ellie pants softly, her heart racing as she tries to catch her breath. She leans in and whispers in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're so fucking good for me."

“you did all the work,” you pant looking up at her.

“Well, that's because you're irresistible." She nibbles gently on your earlobe, her breath warm against your skin. "Let's take a breather, yeah?"

“What, no round two?”You tease making her chuckle.

“Oh, don't worry about it. There'll definitely be a round two." She grins and leans in to peck your cheek playfully. With a smirk, Ellie rolls off of you, giving both of you some much-needed space. She pants softly, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. "You're such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

“You know it darling…” you flirt Ellie chuckles softly, her eyes locked on yours.

“Well, I guess I better oblige then. Get ready for round two, baby."

“oh I am.” You smirk. Ellie gets off of the bed and walks to go grab something. As Ellie walks away, she grabs a small vibrating strap-on from her bag. She turns it on quietly, not wanting to give away its purpose too soon. “what are you getting, darling?” You ask, you hear the buzzing and assume it’s a vibrator. “Is it a strap-on?Ellie smirks, still not looking at you as she plays with the toy.

“Just something to spice things up.” She bites her lip, trying not to giggle as she watches you.“Trust me, you're going to love it." She smirks as she climbs onto the bed, straddling your waist once more. She grabs the strap-on, running her fingers over the smooth leather before placing it between your legs.

“can I have a ride?” You ask almost begging for it.

“Of course my love." With that, she begins to push the thick head of the toy against your entrance, teasing you before slowly sliding it inside. She groans softly as she feels you stretching around her, her hips moving in a slow, sensual grind.

“oh fuck!” You moan as she flips you on top of her, her strap on sliding between your folds.Ellie groans as she feels you pressing against her, her body shivering with pleasure. She lets you take the lead, her eyes fluttering closed as you start to move.

“Fuck, baby...that feels so good." She groans, the toy buzzing against her own pussy. you begin to force yourself up and down on the toy, moans leaving your mouth as you begin to increase speed

“Oh god, yes...”Ellie arches her back, pushing her into you as you continue to ride her. Her moans blend with yours, their harmony filling the room. Ellie starts thrusting upward causing the toy to hit your G-spot and for you to moan loudly.

“Ellie…! fuck!” You gasp. You are in heaven. The toy vibrating inside you as she thrusts into you.Her eyes fly open, staring intently down at you as her moans become louder. "Fuck, you like that?" She picks up speed, grinding her hips into yours, the vibrator hitting your G-spot with each thrust.

"Fuck, yes...just like that, baby...fuck. That's it, baby...give it to me." Her nails dig into your back, her hips rocking into each downstroke, her voice ragged with pleasure. “Fuck, baby, how do you want it?”

“J-just like this…” you breathe out

“Not from behind?” she asks.

“I-I hadn’t thought of that…” you say

"Well, let's change it up then," she pants, her body trembling with need. With a swift motion, Ellie turns you around, positioning herself behind you. Her hands grip your hips firmly as she lines up the toy with your entrance.

“E-el please…” you beg for her to be gently. She doesn’t care. Ellie pushes the toy inside you stretching you as she starts thrusting roughly, taking control of the movement.

"How about this?" she asks, her breath hot against your neck. "Is this how you want it?" Ellie slams into you, her entire body shuddering as she buries the toy deep inside you. Her groans echo in the room, her breath hot against your ear. "Fuck, that feels so good." She thrusts in and out of you with a hard, brutal force, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her hands are splayed out across your hips, her nails digging into your skin as she takes you without any care for your comfort. Ellie continues to thrust into you, the toy stretching you tightly as it fills her. Her nails dig into your hips, leaving red marks that will surely turn into bruises. "Yes, baby...take it deep," she growls against your skin.

“Ellie I- I fuck!!” You gasp as she continues to fuck you. You have tears in your eyes from pleasure. A smirk creeps onto her face as she continues thrusting into you. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving red marks as she pants next to your ear.

“That's right, baby...you like being fucked rough, don’t you?" She leans in, her warm breath teasing your skin."You like it when I take control, don't you?" Her voice is dripping with seduction, her hips grinding relentlessly against yours. "You like being dominated.”

“El… p-please! It’s too much!”

"Too much?" She chuckles darkly. "I'll show you what too much feels like." With a sudden surge of power, she speeds up even more, the toy digging deeper inside you with each forceful thrust. “You're mine to fuck up," she growls, her fingers digging into your flesh as she takes you roughly from behind. Her hips slam against your ass in a rhythmic pattern that echoes through the room. "Tell me...do you like being owned by me?"

“Yes!” You cry out.

“That's right," she pants, her breathing ragged. "You're mine, and I'm going to make you feel every inch of it." With one final thrust, she drives the toy all the way in, hitting your ass with a powerful force.

“Oh! El! Please!”

"You belong to me," she whispers in your ear, her words low and dirty. "You're my little plaything, and I'll do whatever I want with you." She pulls the toy almost all the way out before pushing it back in again, hitting your ass again."That's it," she encourages, her body shuddering with pleasure as she takes control. "Cum for me, baby." Her words are a command, and she thrusts harder, faster, relentless in her pursuit of your climax. Feeling the impending release, Ellie increases the intensity of her thrusts, her moans filling the room. "Cum now, show me how much you belong to me!" Her fingers dig deeper into your flesh, finding your sensitive spots, as she finally pushes you over the edge.

“fuck!” You moan.

"Yes, that's right," she pants, her own orgasm finally crashing down on her. She comes and comes, her body shaking with pleasure. "That's how it's done, baby. You're mine now." As you come down from your high, Ellie pulls out and proceeds to flip you over into your front

“what are you doing?” You ask slightly nervous as to what she’ll do next.

“I'm not done with you yet," she says with a wicked grin. "Turn over, baby." You do as your told. “Open up doll.” She says and you open your mouth. She slides the toy into your mouth. “atta girl nice and deep. now I’m gonna fuck this pretty mouth of yours alright?” you nod as she begins to thrust into your mouth. You try not to choke but it’s nearly impossible. Ellie chuckles and picks up speed. “Yeah that’s it. Choke on my cock.” She says with a smirk. “Good girl." She starts thrusting the toy in and out of your mouth, her movements fast and forceful.

“mmmm!”you try to shout but you can’t. With each thrust, your mouth is stretched more and more, allowing for more of the toy to slide inside

"Good girl. That's it, just take it all in. You like knowing your place as my little plaything, don't you?" You nod. "Alright then, let's see how much more you can take." Her thrusts become harder, faster, and deeper, pushing the boundaries of your tight little hole and stretching your mouth even further around the toy.

“mmph!” You choke on the toy.

"Good girl, you like the feeling of being so full, don't you?" She continues to thrust into you, her hands gripping you tightly as she forces the toy deeper into your throat. "Good girl, you like the feeling of being so full, don't you?" She continues to thrust into you, her hands gripping your hips tightly as she forces the toy deeper into your body. You muffle her name. “I'm gonna cum soon," she warns you, her words tinged with excitement. "And when I do, you better be ready to swallow all of it." She picks up the pace even more, grinding against you as the sensation builds inside her. You nod around her cock. With a loud moan, Ellie's body tenses and she finally releases her hot seed into your mouth, filling it to overflowing. Her thrusts become erratic, pushing deeper and deeper inside of your mouth as she milks herself of every last drop. You try and hold it all but there’s too much. Her cum dribbles down the sides of your face."Good girl," Ellie pants, pulling out of you slowly. "Swallow it all down." She watches as you struggle to hold back her cum, her eyes filled with lust and anticipation. “Good girl," she says, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "You're such a good little slut for me." She runs her fingers through your hair, pulling you closer for a deep, passionate kiss. "Now come here," you smile and kiss her back. Ellie pulls away from the kiss, her eyes intense and burning. "Do you want more of this, my little slut? Do you want to be owned and used by me?" She takes your hand and leads you to the bed, pulling you down onto the mattress.

“later my love… we are still on patrol.” You say.

"Then you'd better be ready for a long night," Ellie says with a smirk. She straddles your hips, her thick cock standing tall against your stomach. "I'm not done with you yet."

“El,” you chuckle. “We have to go…”

"We do," Ellie agrees, her voice a low growl. "But we also need to recharge our batteries. And I think a little private time together is just what we need." She climbs onto the bed, her body moving with a sinuous grace.

“El,” you chuckle. “We have to go…”

"We'll get it taken care of on the way," Ellie promises, reaching for you. "Come here, my little pet," she growls, pulling you close.

“agh!” You yell and smile as she hold you in her armsEllie smirks, her eyes darkening with desire.

"That's it," she murmurs, leaning in to claim your lips in a fiery kiss. Her free hand begins to wander over your body, tracing patterns on your skin that send shivers down your spine.

“c’mon,”You sit up “we have to go”

“Fine," Ellie pouts, reluctantly pulling away from you. "But we're not done here." She stands up and begins to dress herself, her movements graceful and sensual. "Get changed and meet me at the entrance," she orders, her tone commanding. You nod and get dressed. You meet Ellie at the entrance and give her a peck on the cheek before taking her hand and walking away. Ellie blushes and let’s herself be dragged away by you.

#ellie smut #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie × y/n #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie x you #ellie × fem reader #ellie the last of us #ellie x y/n #Spotify

[emira-addams]

Hazbin Hotel - Odette x Velvette - Juliet and Juliet in Hell

Chapter 07: Duette

Slowly, Velvette opened her eyes and turned over onto her other side with a yawn as the light from the blood-red horizon shone warmly through the window pane of the balcony door, blinding her. Velvette blinked drowsily; the pleasant light had woken her up and she lolled contentedly in the soft bed.

A light breeze blew in through the open balcony door. The mild breeze tingled Velvette's face and for a moment she forgot that she was in Hell, her world seemed perfect.

Velvette sat up, stretched her arms and took a sneaky look at Odette, her body buried under the rumpled blankets right next to her. Odette's chest rose and fell gently with the rhythm of even breaths as she slept soundly.

"You really have no idea how awfully adorable you are..." Velvette whispered, watching the sleeping beauty. She cautiously brushed the tousled curls from her face before placing a lingering kiss on her forehead. Her hand carefully pulled the blankets aside and Velvette couldn't help but grin with pride as she looked smugly at the many red marks, all hickeys, that adorned Odette's neck and collarbone.

"A very good morning to you too, my beloved Velvette..." mumbled Odette sleepily as she began to stir and slowly opened her eyes.

Velvette glanced at the face of the alarm clock on the bedside table. "Actually, it's already late afternoon," she chuckled. "We've almost completely slept through the day," she whispered complacently and threw herself onto Odette to crawl back under the covers and snuggle up to her.

"It's no big deal," Odette claimed as she gave Velvette a loving kiss on her lips, her own sweet lips curled into an exuberant smile.

"You do realize that your mother will probably be pissed that you haven't been out of your room all day, she could get suspicious," Velvette pointed out as they pulled away from each other again. "I really don't want you to get into any more trouble with your mother because of me..." Her expression became unusually serious and her brows began to furrow, but Odette put on a feigned pout instead.

"My mother is of no importance in this moment," Odette whispered seductively. She wrapped her arms around Velvette's neck, pulled her even closer and silenced her with another deep kiss, which made Velvette's poor heart explode with excitement and send it soaring through the roof.

"Odette?" Suddenly Velvette averted her gaze, uncertain, it fled across the room and tried in vain to throw itself off the balcony. "M-May I ask you a question?" The words trembled on the tip of Velvette's tongue, she swallowed heavily and exhaled.

"Yes, what is Velvette?" Odette wanted to know brightly. "Is everything all right?" She looked at her skeptically.

A blush crept deep into Velvette's cheeks as she looked Odette in the eyes and lost herself in her worried expression. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, of course! I'd be completely crazy if I didn't want to be," Odette replied excitedly. "I thought you'd never ask me that fucking question!" She cupped Velvette's cheeks and decorated her surprised face with peck after peck until she finally placed her lips on Velvette's and kissed her tenderly.

Velvette deepened Odette's kiss ravenously. "Damn..." Velvette panted, completely out of breath, as they broke away from each other again. "Last night had definitely been the best sex of my entire life on Earth and in Hell," she enthused. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the light and her lips stretched into a broad grin, while this time Odette's face flushed and she shyly averted her gaze.

"Do you really have to express it so bluntly?" Embarrassed, Odette tried to hide under the blankets.

"How should I, to fulfill my girlfriend's wish straight away, express instead that she's so fucking hot and so fucking amazing in bed?" whispered Velvette. The atmosphere was enamoring and except for that moment, everything else in all of Hell seemed insignificant and irrelevant.

"You're really unbearable..." Odette silenced Velvette again with a French kiss while her hands tenderly traced the perfect contours of Velvette's body and the scenes of the previous night played before her mind's eye. A shiver of arousal ran down her spine, her hands sneaking innocently beneath the blankets and to Velvette's-

Suddenly Odette's phone rang.

The shrill tone interrupted them so insolently and full of mockery. Sighing in disappointment, Odette let go of Velvette's body and leaned over to her bedside table, her fingertips fishing impatiently for the annoying thing and she stared at the screen in frustration.

"Who's bothering us?" Velvette wanted to know impatiently as her fine fingertips darted boldly across Odette's naked chest, teasing her with ghosting touches.

"M-My mother...," Odette murmured. She blinked and looked worriedly at the name flashing intrusively on the screen. "I have no idea what she wants from me. We haven't spoken to each other for days..." Her eyes reflected her fear and panic as she looked to Velvette for help.

Velvette shrugged her shoulders. "Press her away..." she instructed her girlfriend, "Your mother is a problem to be dealt with later."

Odette nodded silently, then quickly pressed the red receiver and the call was blocked. The annoying ringing stopped abruptly and before she could turn her attention back to Velvette, Odette switched her cell phone off completely as a precaution.

Her girlfriend looked at her very accusingly. "Now your mother has ruined our moment..." she pouted.

"I'm sorry!" whined Odette. She crawled under the blankets, snuggled up to Velvette and buried her face in her shoulder, while Velvette swore that her heart was melting in that moment.

"You've already been forgiven," Velvette chuckled and snaked her arms around Odette again. She expertly turned Odette onto her back and pinned her girlfriend beneath her. "Still, you have to make it up to me."

"Oh, do I have to, Velvette?" Odette wanted to know with a smug smirk on her lips.

Velvette liked it very much whenever Odette spoke her name in this particular way. It sounded so lovely when it escaped her lips so smoothly or when she screamed it without a care in the world, like last night, so that Velvette was convinced that the rest of her family and the surrounding neighborhood had been more or less made aware of her visit.

"Yes, please!" A silly smile sneaked onto Velvette's lips.

The rest of the afternoon passed, but neither Odette nor Velvette wanted to leave the wonderful warmth of the bed.

Odette lay face down under the blankets. Eyes closed, she dozed in the glow of the evening light, humming some unspecific tune, while mesmerized Velvette's smooth fingertips traced the keen contours of her back and massaged her shoulders.

Velvette seemed completely absorbed by her beauty and her voice. She paused, her soft fingertips stopping their caressing circles, hovering in awe over the slowly fading red marks on Odette's otherwise flawless skin. She sighed with contentment and brushed them gently.

"You're so quiet..." Odette observed. "Is something bothering you?" she wanted to know warily, after they had just been lying there silently for a while without exchanging any words. "What are you thinking about?"

Velvette sincerely smiled at her. "At the moment I'm not thinking about anything at all, I'm just silently admiring your stunning beauty," she confessed, lovingly stroking her hand over and over again over the many new vibrant hickeys that had been added this afternoon to those from the night. Velvette just couldn't take her eyes off Odette. "You are just so stunning that your beauty leaves me literally speechless," Velvette gushed giddily. "You are God's greatest work of art." She kissed Odette affectionately between the shoulder blades. When her lips touched her soft skin, an aroused shiver ran down Odette's spine and she got goose bumps. "Hm... Do you like it that so much?" Velvette teased with satisfaction.

Odette moaned as her girlfriend's lips began to kiss their way further down her back. "And yet you are the real artist who creates masterpiece after masterpiece," Odette added flirtatiously, continuing to enjoy Velvette's affection with her eyes closed. "I really admire your skill."

Odette was referring to the many designs for dresses. Velvette had shown her earlier all the photos and notes on her phone that were intended for her future collections. In addition, Velvette had confided to Odette that she loved it when she could just lie on her bed and draw in her free time, completely uninterrupted by the other two Vees and the rest of Hell.

Absent with her thoughts, Velvette, still completely captivated by Odette's beauty, was drawing an invisible rose on her girlfriend's back with gentle fingertips when she suddenly felt a flash of inspiration and leapt excitedly from the mattress. Velvette had remembered that red roses were Odette's favorite flowers.

"Wait? What?" Odette startled in confusion. "What happened?" she wanted to know, distraught, as she was rudely torn from her semi-sleep.

Velvette wordlessly rushed out of the bed and hastily crossed the room to Odette's desk. She rummaged through a drawer, a few seconds later she found the object of her desire and proudly jumped back onto the bed with an unopened pack of permanent markers in her hands. A crazy grin graced Velvette's lips. "I have an absolutely stupid idea, but I'm sure you'll love it too!" Velvette announced proudly.

Very skeptical, Odette looked up to her girlfriend.

"You just have to lie here and trust me," smirked Velvette as she took a black pen out of the box and pulled off the cap. She didn't have to try any further to persuade Odette and convince her of her crazy idea. Her girlfriend immediately volunteered, knowing full well that Velvette would otherwise beg and whine until she gave in.

Velvette sat perched on Odette's lower back. She was half lying on top of her while she carefully tried to paint the outline of a rose petal on her girlfriend's back with fine strokes of the marker. Odette jerked several times and Velvette almost messed up with the soft tip and spread the ink incorrectly.

"Odette... Stop squirming so fucking much..." Velvette warned, chewing her lower lip in deep concentration.

"I'm really sorry!" laughed Odette when her girlfriend was forced to interrupt her painting for a moment. "You should know how ticklish I am by now."

Velvette rolled her eyes. "I'll never finish like this!" she complained, pushing Odette deeper into the mattress to prevent her from ruining her masterpiece with her squirming. "You just have to stay like that for a few more minutes and then I'll be done." She tried to concentrate again to finish painting the flower blossom neatly and properly. "Done!" Velvette announced proudly. She quickly gathered up the scattered markers before getting off of Odette and allowing her girlfriend to move freely again. "But you'd better wait a few more minutes until all the colors are completely dry," she remarked as Odette sat up and wanted to rush to the mirror.

"You are really mean sometimes..." Odette pulled a pout and looked at her girlfriend pleadingly. "I want to see it now!" she protested impatiently.

"And you are really childish sometimes." Velvette's hands ran gently through her blonde hair. "Just be a little more patient, then you can take all the time you need to look at the combination of two masterpieces," she grinned and was about to give her girlfriend a quick kiss when Odette skillfully avoided her lips and pounced on Velvette instead.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she exclaimed.

Odette was quite a bit taller than her and she finally had to give in to her hopelessly as Odette easily fixed her arms above her head and sat on her hips, Velvette unable to move. She grabbed the red marker from the bedside table and smiled mischievously at Velvette as an unspeakably devilish grin crossed her lips. "Now it's my turn to use your body as a canvas. Which part of your body can I decorate first?" she asked wickedly, freeing the marker from its cap before she bent over the defenceless Velvette, confident of her victory.

A short time later, many little red hearts adorned her collarbone, while Velvette stood next to Odette with a huge smile on her face.

Odette turned several times in front of the large mirror in her room and gazed in fascination at the work of art on her naked torso. The self-drawn rose vine adorned almost her entire left side. It ran in its magnificent splendor from her shoulder down to her lower back. Thorns mingled with wide-open flowers that glowed a deep shade of red, while individual petals were carried away by an invisible wind. The wind carried the petals a little way until they finally turned into small butterflies, which flapped their wings excitedly. One of the butterflies got lost on Odette's upper arm.

"Do you like it?" asked Velvette. Her girlfriend beamed at her enthusiastically.

"I love it! It's really beautiful!" Odette praised her.

"How about..." Velvette thought aloud. "What if I design you a matching dress with the same pattern?"

Odette's eyes began to light up. "Really?"

"Of course!" Velvette nodded. "Wait a moment," she said and fished her phone from under the bed. "Let me take a picture of you for posterity."

Odette posed for her girlfriend and Velvette quickly pressed the button again and again to take several photos in a row. "For posterity, my ass, we're in Hell, they're all just for you," she said, pulling Velvette towards her.

"I don't know what you mean," Velvette giggled as Odette began to decorate her whole face with little kisses. "But I'm sure they'll be very helpful if I start missing you." Odette's face flushed. "You really are too cute when you blush."

Odette wrapped her arms around Velvette's neck and pulled her even closer, leaning down to whisper softly in her ear. "I love you, Velvette," she said affectionately, biting her earlobe gently.

"I love you too," Velvette replied as she stifled a moan of pleasure and gently pressed her lips to Odette's, kissing her passionately.

Velvette waited until Odette had fallen asleep and the all noises in the rest of the house had died down, before she gave her girlfriend a quick goodnight kiss on her forehead and slipped carefully through the narrow crack of her bedroom door and into the dark hallway. She closed the door behind her. Quietly, in the pale light that fell through the high windows, Velvette crept through the darkness of the house towards the staircase landing.

"Good evening, Velvette!" a voice suddenly spoke. "Where are you going? Can I perhaps help you?"

Startled, Velvette flinched. She quickly stifled her shriek in her palm, her heart almost jumped out of her chest. "Good evening, Rosie..." Velvette replied, a little overwhelmed by her greeting and the appearance of the cannibal in her pyjamas in front of her. "I was on my way to the front door... I wanted to go home..."

Rosie hid a yawn behind her hand. "Can I take the short walk with you? At this hour the front door is alarmed, without a password you'd set off the security system when you try to leave the house and wake everyone up."

"Oh... Okay..." An awkward silence threatened to suffocate them as Rosie escorted Velvette down the stairs and to the front door. Awkwardly, Velvette cleared her throat. "So… Uhm… Why are you up so late?" she asked kindly to break the silence.

Rosie sighed sadly. "Carmilla hasn't come home yet and I'm just having trouble finding sleep in her absence..." She deactivated the alarm, but before Velvette could disappear through the front door and into the night, the cannibal held her back by her arm. "I'm sorry..." she apologized, and Velvette blinked in confusion. "I'm really trying my best to convince Carmilla. I know Carmilla can be very stubborn and I know Odette really likes you. Just don't give up on her too quickly, will you?"

"Yes... Thank you, Rosie..." Velvette thanked her politely.

Suddenly Rosie's face became very serious, her smile had disappeared now. In the poor light, her grimace appeared almost dangerous. "I promise you that if you do have any ill intentions towards Odette, you'll regret them very quickly," Rosie growled lowly. "If I find out that you're playing with Odette or that you're intentionally trying to hurt the daughter of my Milly, I promise you that I will personally ensure that you will end up as an unidentifiable meal on my dear friend Alastor's plate..."

Velvette swallowed heavily as Rosie let go of her and quickly pulled her arm towards her. The cannibal's hands were cold, yet the feel of her grip burned against her skin. Velvette looked Rosie straight into the soulless and infinite abysses of her black eye sockets. "I-I... I would truly never hurt Odette on purpose..." Velvette replied, her voice trembling. "It's not my intention to hurt Odette..."

"Good!" The sharp smile returned to Rosie's lips. "Sleep well, Velvette!"

"Good night, Rosie!" Velvette bid the cannibal farewell and followed the cobbled path with quick steps to the iron gate in front of the driveway. As she left the property, she ran into Carmilla. The arms dealer looked at her in surprise, she seemed very exhausted and had dark circles under her eyes, she had probably spent the whole day and half the night working.

"Velvette? What are you doing here at this hour and-"

"Sorry, I fucked your daughter..." Velvette exclaimed and before Carmilla could really process her words, she had disappeared into the darkness.

"Velvette!"

Interlude:

#hazbin hotel #my writing #ao3 #fanfic #carmilla carmine #hazbin carmilla #hazbin hotel carmilla #carmilla x rosie #blooming gun #rosie #rosie the cannibal #hazbin rosie #hazbin hotel rosie #odette #odette carmine #hazbin odette #hazbin hotel odette #velvette x odette #duette #velvette #hazbin velvette #hazbin hotel velvette #the vees #hazbin vees #hazbin hotel vees #clara #clara carmine #hazbin clara #hazbin hotel clara #juliet and juliet in hell

[iciclesses]

cw: teeth (4th paragraph), blood (yknow, vampires)

Vampire anon I'm so sorry but it wouldn't let me edit my post so I'm just gonna repost it here bc I had more Thoughts!!

You know I've written some vampire stuff and I'll never truly be over Ghost being a longtime experienced vampire and Soap is a new vampire that can't control his wants/urges and they kidnap you to make you their new blood donor/pet/lover BUT

Now I'm thinking about Price. As a super old age, classy, sneaky, manipulative vampire. Just loves the thrill of seduction, he swears the blood tastes better coming from willing beautiful people than attacking strangers in alleyways (that's SO 14th century now). Him wining and dining you, taking you home, making you cum so many times you run dry. He can't stop taking deep breaths right at your jugular as the world spins around you. Smells even better to him when your blood is pumping and you're flushed from everything.

BUT I also spoke with Mhairi last night and the evil thing gave me wonderful teeth related ideas so here you go: Fem Gaz who wants to feed on you, she's got her warm hands cupped around your shoulders and her hot breath against your neck when you suddenly beg her to kiss you. She's chuckling, amused by your innocent desperation for her. But then once she's kissing you, your tongue finds its way into her mouth. Shyly licking the warm tip of your tongue up the length of one pearly fang and suddenly her soft hands are now claws, digging a vice grip into your shoulders as she keens. The sound coming from an open mouth making it sound even more desperate and wanting. She doesn't push you away so you do it again, realizing just how sensitive her fangs must be. She's trying to affirm her control over you, using her supernatural strength against you but you can feel her hips grinding slow, seeking friction. You lap your full, flat tongue against the previously ignored other fang and hear an actual growl building low in Gaz’s throat. Emboldened, you wrap your tongue around the fang but a sharp edge cuts clean across your tongue. The mixture of your warm fresh blood in her mouth and your whines as you start doing little kitten licks at her fangs has Gaz finally break. She tears you away from her, eyes dark. You can't help but admire how gorgeous she looks like this, lust drunk and ready to devour you. A curl hanging free in her eyes as blood- your blood- drips down her bottom lip.

#noel.txt #gaz x reader #price x reader #cw blood #cw teeth #two days in a row?? damn #also thank you mhairi for encouraging my weird ideas ilysm #fem Gaz

[prttydolls]

making love at the backseat ❥︎ draco malfoy

sypnosis ➪ first stake out turns into first time sex with your boss?

warning(s) ➪ sir kink, innocence kink, spying, 5 year age gap reader is 20 and draco is 25, pet names ; kid, angel, darling .

pairing ➪ mafia!draco x fem!mafiatrainee!reader

authors note ➪ this fic is inspired by my imagined mixed with proffesor cals audio!! Also BYEEE..... I cannot physically write smut without cringing or giggling at the words dick LMFAO also pls lmk if this is bad im not that confident about this fic.

it's your first time, doing a stake out with your boss, draco malfoy not to mention he's super hot and kinda older than you but you didn't mind.

You'd never let anyone know about your adoration about your boss, plus you've heard that he's seeing astoria greengrass? She was only 3 years older than you.

You were really nervous about your first stake out with him, you were really anxious. What if you slipped up? What if you did and he'd kick you out of the mafia group? You couldn't afford that since you worked so fucking hard for a spot.

You were not messing up, definitely not. you made sure of it.

“hello l/n, good evening.” draco greeted you as you got in the car. “hello mr malfoy, good evening to you too.” you said back politely while buckling your seat belt. “right, so you do know what we're going to do?” he asked.

“yes, ofcourse. we spy the warrington and find out who is their new 'big' recruit.” you replied coolly, you sounded so confident but in the inside you were shaking. You hoped that you didn't miss anything wrong.

“atta girl, now let's go.” he chuckled darkly, whilst he drove.

Your breath hitched, damn it. You were panicking on the inside, did he really just call you atta girl? You silently clenched your thighs together you silently hoped he didn't see.

Little did you know, he did. he smirked on the inside,and was already imagining the things he'd do to you.

You were such an innocent girl, so young, so beautiful and yet already joining in violent activities at the age of 20.

He had watch you from afar, watching your every move and your every thought with ofcourse a charm. He was excited to lay his hands on you, with consent ofcourse.

you were going back and forth on your phone, going to Instagram, Facebook, messenger. Just trying to look as if your doing something on your phone, but in reality you were already making a patch onto your lacy panties.

You noticed the time was 10pm, and the GPS calculated you'd both arrive by 11:35pm at the warringtons head quarters.

you were in for a long ride.

‘you have arrived to your destination, thank you for choosing Digital Wizarding GPS.’ a robotic voice said blankly.

“looks like we're here.” draco announced, you tore your eyes off your phone and looked at your surroundings. you saw a underground entrance with a few motorcycles parked inside.

now, both of you had to just wait.

seconds, minutes passed by and no sign of the new member coming out of the underground entrance.

draco kept switching the channel on the radio, whilst you look around anxiously.

an hour or two finally passed by it was already 1:05 am , and still no sign again.

you noticed mr. malfoy gripping the steering wheel tightly his veiny hands. you couldn't help but stare. you imagined that he'd be gripping your thighs as he rammed himself onto you , moaning praises onto your ear.

“what are you staring at kid?” he smirked , a pink hue crept up onto your cheeks. “n-nothing mr. malfoy..” you giggle nervously hoping he'd buy your pathetic lie. “hm, dont act so innocent baby.” he said seductively.

“w-what?” you asked, you mentally cringed at yourself for sounding incredibly innocent. “don't pretend that you arent thinking naughty things about me the whole ride baby.” fuck how did he know.

you choked onto your saliva, “how did you-”

“legilimency darling, you aren't sneaky enough to hide your dirty thoughts about me angel.” he lets go off the steering wheel and cups your cheeks.

“look at you, so innocent yet you have dirty thoughts about your boss?”

you didn't respond to him, he brought himself closer to you and placed his lips onto yours.

god— his lips felt amazing, its abit chapped, but really soft .

you kissed back with alittle force you had left, hoping you'd win domination over him, but obviously he won and already left so many bruises onto your neck.

“fuck— your so hot.. angel wants me to take you here on m’car.” he said while rubbing himself on your neck, “sir...” you moaned. “please sir..” you begged for more.

draco couldn't take it anymore he needed to be inside you.

“go to the backseat now.” he demanded, you quickly stood up your seat while you were doing so your dress showed your wet panties to draco and he groaned at the sight of the panties.

he quickly followed you after and took of his clothes as you see stripped too.

he swore he cummed at the sight, seeing your breasts being exposed in the cold air, he kneeled down and sucked onto one of your nipples making you moan at his action, but he quickly removed himself and he looked afraid?

“are you sure you want to do this y/n?” he asked a side of draco malfoy you have never seen before was speaking to you, “yes. i want this draco.” you replied desperately while grinding your clothed core with his.

he attached his lips back onto your nipple sucking,nipping,kissing it passionately.

all could draco think of is ‘fuck the stake out.’

he quickly removed his boxers, letting you see his cock. you drooled at the sight, you knew Draco's size was big but not THAT big.

his tip was already oozing out the white sticky substance.

“im gonna fuck you okay?” he said while placing you onto his lap. “please do..sir..” his member hardened at the nickname ‘sir’.

“okay baby, lets take these pretty panties off you first.” he tore off the panties and threw it somewhere across the car. “now where were we?”

draco slowly inserts himself onto your core, and you both moaned at the feeling of being inside eachother, it was like your both puzzle pieces. you were meant to click together.

“mm.. sir your so big..” you groaned at his size, “im gonna make sure this slutty pussy is all full with my babies alright?” just the thought of him already filling you up with his juices made you wanna scream.

“please do s-sir!”

draco thrusted himself onto you, as you kissed his neck and left love bites all over.

the sound of skin slapping is all that you can hear inside the car, draco wouldn't be surprised if someone found out. both of you were being loud, very loud.

“such a slut aren't you? this was supposed to be a stake out, but here we are.” draco chuckled darkly while slapping your ass, “m’sorry sir..you just look so- so pretty...” you shamelessly bounced on his dick, “couldnt help it.”

draco just smirked at you and placed his lips with yours, tounges dancing together„ you didn't wanna remove your lips from his, so did he. but obviously you both needed air, you both panted together and went back to fucking eachother.

“angel, you look so perfect like this..” draco confessed as he moves a strand of hair outof your face, “mm..thank you sir.” you could sense that the both of you were almost at your high.

“sir c-can i cum? please?” you pleaded vigorously, “with those manners ofcourse, cum right after me a-angel.” his uneven breaths made you proud of yourself because you made him like that.

as orgasm, washed over the both of you and you felt so relieved. you lay your head onto Draco's naked chest while both of your liquids were currently staining the car seats.

“you were such a good girl for me, how are you feeling?” he asked caringly. “m'okay..”

“you arent bad as i thought kid.”

“whats that supposed to mean?”

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k since thats done im gonna go hide myself in a hole 😚

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco lucius malfoy #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco fanfiction #draco fic #— {🐚} her work's ! #draco #mafia au #mafia!draco #mafia!draco smut

[juice-plums]

Chase Young x reader: Prisoner

(smutty!!!)

Being a prisoner was no fun Y/n Threw a tiny pebble at the wall She got into some trouble with a powerful ruler Chase Young he caught her stealing some sheng Gon Wu and now he holds her as his prisoner for now oh what’ll ever will he do with her

Chase walks towards her cell She immediately stands facing him He shared a cold glare if looks could kill her throat would be slit She gulps trying to get her composure

“I have seem to find a little mouse sticking her nose into things that aren’t hers What Shall I do with you,you sneaky thief Feed you to my lions,Or Leave you in the middle of a deserted island”

She starts to sweat the Threats we’re scary alright need to find a way to get out alive what if

“How about…I’ll give you my body and you let me go” Y/n finally said He cocked his eyebrow disgusted but with a hint of interest at her she bit her lip

“Trying to seduce me? you’re cute but I’ll never go to bed with a foolish human such as yourself,You’ll never meet my expectations and never get to taste my solid gold”

Solid gold? oh baby juice I get it now She giggles heating up well it was a shot maybe she needs to press further but foolish human? no way

“Fuck you’re so handsome has any girl told you that? I want to stare into those eyes while you fuck me” She seductively whispers Chase closes his eyes as he grips his elbow Y/n smirks deviously

“Look at those hands,…I would like them wrapped around my throat While I beg to cum for the fourth time building up my orgasm-“

“What Makes you think I’ll ever go to bed with you? do You really think dirty talk will get you out of here?”

She presses against the cold bars of steel holding her from Him oh Y/n meant every word too he was so hot all these times he caught her and held her prisoner She just hopes he realizes she means it

“Come here And Find out” She said Chase was taken back by her boldness he slowly walked towards her he himself pressed against the bar

“Now human what do you plan on doing?-“

She touches his chest plated in armor it was cold all the way down to his belt with the eye He huffs feeling her tug at it Y/n softly kisses his lips Chase Blinks and blushes a bright pink feeling her soft lips move He slowly kisses back and he wrestled for the dominate and won exploring her wet mouth She lowly moans as he stuffs her face with his tongue

He backs away seeing her flustered expression and chuckles

“Looks like I’m the one in charge as always” Chase unlocks and moves the bars seeing her body fully Y/n wasn’t gonna lie she was wet down there from his kiss alone He walks up to Y/n her breasts touching his chest

“Show me what you’re made of Human” Chase puts a hand on her head forcing her to get down on her knees she complies massaging his thighs

“You are not here to touch me,You are only to pleasure me touch only my cock” He instructed She kisses them lump in his pants pulling them down along with his underwear his Penis springs up hitting her nose Chase winces as he felt her hands Y/n was ridden with lust a bead of pre cum leaks she quickly slurps not wanting to waste his ‘solid Gold’ Chase groans putting his hand on his mouth

She slurps him all the way down her throat she gags at his length it basically stuffed her throat Y/n starts to bob her head feeling her pussy make a mess of her panties Chase snarls throwing his head back and grips her hair in his fist head pushing Y/n lets him

“If I had known you’re throat was this tight ‘arghh!’ I’d fuck it all the time you cock whore” He insulted she hums she loved how he insults her it made her feel some type of way Teases her clit over her leggings as she gave him the best head stuffing her mouth and cheeks as he force bobs her head Y/n

Chase snarls gritting his teeth and thrusts into her mouth he laughs as she holds onto his legs

“fuck-FUCK!” He yells holding her head down and cums in her mouth filling her cheeks leaking out Chase pants pushing her head off his cock his semen getting on her face she groans happily

“You’ve done well little mouse….Now let’s see you take this” Chase harshly turns you around bending you over ripping off your leggings She yelps feeling chase put his gloved fingers on her clit Chase licks his lips

“My you are wet All that from sucking my monster cock” He taunts playing with her clear substance with his fingers He licks it off

“Please Chase sir…..”

“Please what?”

“Please Fuck me with your monster cock until it’s all I ever want”

Chase smirks placing his penis at her moist hole and slips it in She throws her head back as chase pulls her arms back thrusting into her without hesitation She screams as he broke her Virgin pussy blood dripping onto his cock He gruffs ignoring her pleas for him to stop

“C-Chase stop!” She begs trying to get loose from his grip on her arms Chase harshly spanks her ass Making her cry out hot tears falling down her face Chase laughs out loud menacingly ramming her hole kissing her cervix

Something changed in Y/n She began to like it and calm down her screams in pain into gasps of moaning she arches her back for Chase lovingly looking at him

“Chase!~ Oh Shit!~ Chase you’re gonna make me cream all over~ Break me Make me a slave of your cock!!~ Let me worship you!!” She screams Chase blushes? and his heart pounds out of his chest as he slowly grinds she whines

“No-No please don’t stop I’ll go crazy if you stop I want to be addicted to this fat cock” She drools Chase picks up the speed again slapping sounds filled the prison cell liquid falling on the ground Chive Grins

“Remember when you said your fantasy about me?” She gasps he better not Chase pulls out his Penis in between her Booty Y/n felt her climax go awayShe began to groan

“Beg for me to fuck you again”

“Please -Please Chase I want you fuck me,Fill me up” Her eyes welling up with tears He doesn’t move

“Chase,Chase please~ Make me your personal fuck toy,Make me full of your solid gold that it’s leaking out of me”

Chase Slips right inside her again Ramming her cervix She felt her orgasm building up again she yells out in ecstasy knowing her legs and stomach are gonna be sore tomorrow

“Fuck Chase I-I gonna-“ Chase grabs her throat pumping a few final thrusts before cumming inside of her She moans squirting making a big mess Y/n feels Chase’s seed flow inside her filling up her tummy She gives pants in relief

Chase pulls out Satisfied letting her go and putting on his pants She lays on the ground feeling his semen leak out

“I think I’m gonna keep you awhile so get comfortable with feeling satisfied”

She hums approvingly Chase smacks his teeth Should not have played with the big dogs well it was worth it

#xiaolin showdown #Chase Young x reader #chase young #smut

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hello! It’s Winter! Have a great weekend! This is Part 1 . PG 13 (Part 2 is more riskyyy)

The Sexy Text - Part 1

He was sitting in his office listening to his advisors when his personal cell phone vibrated against the desk. Apologizing to his team, he flipped his phone over.

Emmanuel couldn’t help but smile when he saw the message from his wife. “Excuse me, gentlemen, I want to quickly read what my wife is saying."

The staff nodded before starting another conversation amongst themselves.

“Jesus!” Emmanuel exclaimed loudly, almost dropping his phone on the floor.

“Everything alright, Sir?” One advisor asked.

“Yeah, it’s fine," he assured as he quickly typed to his wife: "You can’t send me things like this! I’m in the middle of a meeting!"

Within seconds, she responded innocently, "Why? I wanted to show you my new swimsuit."

Emmanuel decided not to answer, instead focusing his attention on his staff, “I’m sorry, let’s continue”

The advisors looked cautiously at each other before the most senior ranking one garnered the courage to ask their boss if everything was alright.

“Your face is red," he pointed out. "Do you need some water? Is Madame Macron okay?”

He snapped back, “Yes, my wife is fine. Let’s focus on this, please. Where were we?”.

The discussion was interrupted once again when Emmanuel’s phone buzzed. He lowered his iPhone to his lap before opening his wife’s conversation. The picture was even riskier than the first one.

Her head wasn't visible, but he knew it was her. The black swimsuit was cut deep, all the way to her belly button, and her cleavage and stomach were on full display.

"Brigitte! You need to stop!", he scolded in his message to her.

Her next message came in quickly, with a promise that she’d behave.

Unfortunately, it was quickly followed by another picture. This time, still wearing the swimsuit, her legs were spread open in a seductive manner.

Emmanuel knew he’ll never be able to carry on with the meeting.

“I’m sorry, gentlemen," he apologized. "There’s an urgent matter that I need to discuss with my family.”

The staff stood up to leave, but unfortunately, Emmanuel found himself unable to walk them out due to the obvious bulge in his pants - courtesy of Brigitte.

On a mission to get to his wife as quickly as possible, he took the stairs to their private suite two at a time.

“Brigitte!”, he yelled before opening the door.

He found her sitting innocently on the couch watching a movie. She coyly looked at him, “I didn’t expect you back so soon, Cherie."

He slammed the door behind him, causing her to flinch from the surprise. She suppressed a smirk when he countered, “You know exactly why I’m here."

To be continued …..

Hellooo Winter! ❤️

Oh la la!!! I have a feeling that things are about to get very very hot... 🤭😏

Oh sneaky Brigitte with the sexy photos hahaha that’s definitely a one to get Emmanuel from the files/meetings 😂

But Emmanuel needs to do a better job next at hiding is excitement... 😛

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #winter

[ordinarytitan]

Do you want to know why it is wonderful to live in Greece? The number one reason for me is summer. Greece is a large peninsula with 227 inhabited islands, and you are close to the beach in almost every part of the country. Therefore, regardless of how busy my schedule is, every summer, I am on a beach 3-4 times per week. With that said, it isn’t a big surprise that I often go to the beach for a date with a new girl. Like one time, when I met a gorgeous girl from Eastern Europe. I approached this lady in a mall in Athens, and we went on an instant date. Unfortunately, I can’t remember her name anymore. Anyway, I proposed to her to go for our second date on a beach that was only 30 minutes away from the city, and she happily accepted. Going to the beach for a date has a few great benefits: - It is a different more fun experience than a common date in a coffee shop or restaurant. - You can see how hot her body really is. - You can escalate fast. Long story short: I went with this girl to the beach, and I was pleased when I saw her in a bikini. She had a nice thin body with big natural balloons. The only problem with her was that she was shy. Things progressed painfully slowly. It seemed like she wasn’t in a hurry to do “spicy things” with me. Until we went together in the water… You see, once inside the water, I become deadly as a shark! I have the perfect excuse to play and touch a woman. So, by using some sneaky and extremely effective techniques, I made the shy girl horny, and things escalated fast with us making out heavily inside the sea. When we were about to leave, we went to the cabins nearby to put off our swimsuits. I suggested going together with her to the same cabin, yet she hesitated... She accepted only when I promised I would keep my eyes closed and be a good guy. However, I broke my promise and opened my eyes when she took off her bikini. She had such amazing breasts… it was impossible to resist them… So we ended up making naughty things inside that cabin. And when we exited the cabin, she was confused. She never had done something so fast with a guy and couldn’t believe it. She was sure it would take multiple dates until sex. Yet, she was proven wrong. Moral of the story? Girls have their agenda, and you should have yours. You will get her fast if you know how to turn a woman on. Things can escalate rapidly, and sex can happen anywhere. You just need to be open-minded and skillful enough. That is it for today. If you want to read more stories on flirting, dating, and seduction, just click the link below and subscribe to my mailing list: www.GetYourDreamGirl.com

[hellavile]

play with me.

📃 ❛ jean kirstein.

warnings . . . fem!reader, lowercase intended, sneaky sex, praise, voyeur, reader friendzone’s eren bc she’s infatuated with jean, jean steals you?, dry humping, mating press, oral.

its foul when he purposefully speeds up the pace of his hips when he knows eren is passing by the dark room only illuminating blue led lights, giving you no chance but to moan louder, unable to help it. what if he left that crack in the door on purpose? most likely, he did. and, he did. an obvious sign that he wanted eren to realize he's the one that gets to fuck you, make you cum—not him.

   "did you see the look on levi's face when i hit that touch down?" reiner commented, popping a few skittles in his mouth and forming a wide smirk. "he was pissed as fuck."

   "too fucking bad, he needed a taste of his own medicine," connie chuckles, retrieving the blunt from his hand before taking a puff out of it himself.

   "yo, eren! what we doing here, man?" connie shouted out, waiting for him to reply before he emerged back into the basement, a big white box in his hand. "what's that?"

   "anybody up for a game?" he had asked, everyone's attention on him.

   "depends on what it is."

   "there's this game i bought online, right. it's underground, meaning that it's probably fucking illegal. it's limited players, only two at a time so we have to take turns. i figured we should test it out."

   "what's it called?" reiner asks.

   "stay alive."

   "so it's a scary game then, seriously? did you test it out at least, like for yourself?" connie hopped in, fixing the beanie on his head.

   "nah, i just said we could all test it out." eren rolled his eyes.

   "so basically you were too much of a pussy to see what this game was actually about?" connie snickered, snatching the black case away from him, noticing that it didn't have a picture, just a black and red disc.

   "i wasn't, though."

   "i'm suppose to believe that?"

   "shut the fuck up. we playing this or not?" eren raises his brow, eyes lingering over to your presence, watching you completely zone out into the dimmed screen of your phone, legs bunched up to your chest as you tried to contain the grin on your face, biting your lip and giggling quietly. you hear eren clear his throat before saying your name, "y/n?"

   "mhm?" you hurriedly slap your phone face down on your thigh, looking up at him with attentive eyes. eren squints at you, his eyes traveling over to an unusually quiet jean who sat across the room from you on a bean bag chair directly facing you, his legs spread which he shifted in and out, taking a swig out of a bottle of e&j, eyes glued to his phone just like you were.

   "oh, the game? i'm good, i'm just gonna smoke and watch you guys," you smile.

   eren then asks jean, who proceeds to give him the same answer. "i'm good, man. maybe later."

   eren grows slightly annoyed when your attention flys right back to your phone, unaware of the scowl on his face as you smile at your screen, a new message popping up.

 jean

better stop making it obvious before they find out.

you

i don't care.

jean

you should. you know who has a thing for you.

you

who? eren?

jean

no, connie. who else?

you

we're just friends.

jean

he looks at you the same way i do.

you

how do you look at me?

jean

don't pretend you don't know.

you

tell me.

jean

come here and i'll show you instead.

   you peak your head over your phone, hiding your smile with the object as you watch jean's dark eyes burn into your face, whispering 'no' to him. he chuckles, mouthing, 'come here' and using his finger to call you over, a seductive grin plastered on his face. your face felt hot, your legs tempting you to walk over to him right now. neither of the guys could see you two since you sat far behind them. they had chairs pulled up to the wide projector screen, backs turned to you as they laughed and smoked, the harsh clicks of buttons on their controllers sounding the area of eren's man-cave other than the low tone of r&b music.

   all of you made it to eren's after a homecoming game, celebrating a win since all the guys were on the team, reiner being the captain and scoring the final touchdown. even though the guys were here, eren wanted to spend time with you the most. unfortunately, you were too busy entertaining jean to notice. as he played the game, he repeatedly side-eyed the two of you, purposely turning his chair slightly to the side to watch. jealously formed in his chest as he sees you stand to your feet and make your way over to jean, crouching next to him on your knees and snatching the bottle of liquor from his hand with a smirk, chugging some down as jean leans forward to hover his lips over the center of your neck, breath hitting your skin. you flinch and giggle, leaning back, nearly falling before his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you onto his lap.

   clearly, eren had feelings for you for quite some time, and they grew the longer time passed. you kind of guessed it since he was super touchy and protective over you, and eren started to take the hint that you wanted to remain friends since you never made a move or responded back to his flirtatious actions. seeing you with jean was a different level of hatred. he didn't necessarily like jean. sure, he invited him over and always hung out with the rest of the crew, but that was only because of you and them. he had small interactions with him and that was it. did he dislike jean because of your feelings for him? only fifty percent.

   you and jean never spoke a word about your relationship. it wasn't anyone's business to begin with, but, your small friend group grew curious. connie and reiner already made assumptions that the two of you were fucking, they also knew eren liked you, but it's not like they could force you to like him back. you never felt that way about him. as gut-wrenching as it would be to say to eren's face—you only thought of him as a brother.

   it was something that happened based on curiosity and the persuasion of weed. one night when connie threw a party at his place, you and jean hung out on the patio talking about anything and everything. until the conversation of sex popped up, and neither of you were taken off guard. you both thought the same, and that's all you wanted. you added your contact in his phone and from that point on the two of you talked—more like sexted.

   both of you were incredibly busy, so you never had time to go through with the things you told one another. the things he said he would do to you, how he'd touch you, have you crying his name, begging him to fuck you—and so much more you couldn't even fathom. the sexual attraction was insane, making your bodies throb whenever you were around each other. he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. it was torture almost, listening to him groan and whimper over a phone screen as he fucked his hand and praised you while you cried and pressed your vibrator to your clit, moaning his name.

   you couldn't count how many times you facetimed each other just to get off. the desperation heightened the longer the two of you were apart. jean went to a different college, so it was a miracle whenever he would come around to see you on campus. but whenever he did, you were usually around the guys, or eren, so there was never any alone time. jean picked up on eren's vibe toward him. his obvious looks of 'back off' when he was next to you, playing this as some sort of rivalry when eren had no clue that you were practically ready to climb on jean's face before his.

   eren clenches his jaw as he ties his hair up into a messy bun, aggressively bouncing his leg and knocking down two more shots, turning his back entirely, having enough of what he was seeing. connie and reiner were too high to pay attention, screaming at one another as loud gunshots from the game rings in their ears. jean has his wide hands flat on your stomach as you inch your face closer to his, his thigh inching up to hide the reflection of his hand pulling the zipper to your jeans down. your hand wraps around his wrist, eyes interlocked as his long fingers slide into your panties, pressing two flat on your aching clit.

   a moan you let out makes jean grab the back of your head to grip your hair out of surprise, brows arching as you shift your hips and weakly mewl his name between his neck, coming closer and throwing your arm over his shoulder, nails scratching at his back. your thighs clench, applying more pressure on your clit as he rubs circles dangerously slow. jean grows harder in his briefs obnoxiously barricading his throbbing cock.

   "keep doing that and see what happens, dollface," jean grins. the two of you try to be as quiet as possible, jean glancing over to see that they were all still distracted with the game, reaching his hand down your jeans to grip your ass, bringing you close and smoothing his hand up and down your clothed thigh. you whine pathetically, locking your lips with his, the two of you sloppily kissing, rushing your tongue over each other's desperately, lips smacking.

   "i got you wet like this? that easily?" jean breathes, humming as your mouth drops and you grip onto his shirt, wrinkling the fabric in your fist the moment he dips his thick fingers inside you and curls them upward, massaging that spot perfectly.

   "j-jean, let's go upstairs," you begged, grabbing his forearm to stop his movements.

   "can't hold back anymore?" he licks his lips.

   "fuck no," you whisper, giggling afterwards. jean slowly pulls his fingers from you, slipping them into his mouth while staring you dead in your eyes, his own fluttering.

   "let's go."

   "wait, let me go first. wait fifteen minutes," you say, standing to your feet and fixing yourself. jean clears his throat, watching your hips sway as you begin to walk away, trying to hide the erection in his pants.

   "ay! where you goin'?" connie catches you, your flustered appearance well-known as you turn your head to see him and eren staring at you.

   "bathroom. lady issues," you respond quickly.

   "bring me a beer on your way back, yeah?" connie pouts. you smile adorably.

   "gotcha."

   next thing you know, you’re locked beneath the man you’ve practically been begging to fuck forever. he already has you near done. coming up the stairs moment after you and meeting you in this dark room, laying on his back and letting you take control of his face you fucked just like you daydreamed of doing. eren's footsteps are eerily prominent, droplets leaking from your eye sockets from the unbearable pleasure radiating throughout your entire body. knowing he’s outside that door makes jean throw his head back and pound into you harder, until you’re squelching around his cock and you memorize the feeling of him throbbing deep inside you. when you raise your hand to cover your mouth, trying your best to shield your moans out of embarrassment, jean instantly snatches it away and pins it above your head.

   "you think because someone walked by, you can stop screaming my name?" jean slams harder, knocking the breath out of you, your nails clawing at his lower back the harder he fucks you, trying to keep your grip on him. "louder, baby."

   fuck, you can’t. eren could still be listening. how do you know it’s him? who else would be irritated enough to follow the two of you and see what you were doing. either way, it was too late to hide what was going on. it’s disrespectful to say the least. you’re getting fucked dumb by a man he despised in his own home, on his parents’ bed while his best friends are downstairs. part of you didn’t care, the other half felt a little guilty. though, he makes it worth the risk. the way he has your thighs spread apart, pinning them to the bed while he works his cock into you with steady rolls of his hips, letting you feel every vein, every throb, that perfect curve that hit just the right spot.

   the lights suffice as he hovers above you more, eyelashes sticking together, drool sitting at the side of your blabbering mouth. you wouldn’t shut up. not that he wanted you to, and definitely your lack of ability to do so. all those months of talking and you knew he’d live up to your expectations. he wasn’t a bullshitter. he told you he’d fuck you good, and he is.

   "hm? what's my name, princess?” jean runs his tongue over your lips, humming with an arched brow, waiting.

   "jean," you gasp, biting your lip as you tremble, already on the verge of cumming. he reaches between where you two meet, pressing his thumb against your soppy clit and rolling as he holds you down, knees completely flat to the bed as he drills into you. your toes curl, your eyes scroll back, and your arch riding higher.

   "that's fuckin' right, baby,” jean licks his lips, lowering his lips by your ear. “let him know so it’s real.”

   by betrayal of your own body, you move your hips with his each time he grounds his cock deeper, clit stimulated against his bare pelvis. he’s disappeared completely inside of you. although jean had a foul mouth, at the same time he managed to praise you, still being gentle with you even after tossing you around. soft kisses to your temple, stroking the side of your thigh, asking if you’re okay. he was the sweetest. yet that same man switched like a light the more he stayed inside you, your legs locking him still as you shake beneath him. whimpering out his name, his breath on your neck and ears, sensitive areas that only made you wetter.

   “you’re cumming for me, dollface?” jean sets his face back in front of yours, staring you down as he salaciously locks his lips with your own, swallowing down your lustful noises and becoming one.

   “yes,” the sound of your voice is unrecognizable. astonished with yourself. jean chuckles, ringing in your ears.

   “i’m cumming for you too, baby,” he’s groaning louder, hips becoming sloppy as he thrusts lazily, maintaining that roughness. he pants, your clit pulsating when you witness him dropping his mouth open once his eyes twitch. “see how fast you got me there? you’re so fucking sexy.”

do not repost or modify my work © hellavile

#smut #drabble #jean drabble #anime smut #anime one shot #anime imagines #jean #jean kirstein #jean aot #aot jean #jean smut #jean kirschtein imagine #jean kirsten x reader #jean x reader #jean x y/n #jean x you #snk jean #jean kirschstein #aot drabble #snk drabbles #aot #☆. hellavile.

[s-brant]

Pirates and Princesses (8/8)

(gif: @beccs) (PART SEVEN) (SERIES MASTERLIST)

Summary: JJ must confront his childhood trauma when returning home for the first time since his dad went to jail and prevent it from sabotaging his new relationship. Meanwhile, something sinister happens at the Chateau that brings Y/N face to face with her grief over John B’s death.

Word Count: 13.4k

Warnings: Angst, implied sexual content, strong language, parent/child abuse, mental illness, post-traumatic stress disorder, grief, and fluff.

A/N: Welcome to the final chapter of Tokens! This one has a little bit of everything in it, but it also has detailed scenes about JJ and his dad, so proceed with caution if you’re easily triggered by that topic. The love you guys show this fic warms my heart so much, so thanks to anyone who stuck with this story until this chapter. Hope you enjoy it!

Now that she has been sentenced to both punishments, one as a consequence of the fight with Kacey and the other as a consequence of the stunt she pulled with JJ to break out of ISS, Y/N can confidently say that out of school suspension is superior to in-school suspension by a long shot. Instead of sitting in a humid room with Alec for the duration of multiple school days, she's allowed to stay home, go out surfing, and do whatever she wants in lieu of doing classwork.

She promised herself not to make it a habit, promising the invisible presence of John B that she likes to pretend follows her around that she will never get herself into trouble again, but she sees no problem in enjoying her suspension while it lasts.

For the first few days of her suspension, JJ skipped school to spend it with her. Their memories of the conversation they had at three in the morning on Sunday were fuzzy, but not missing entirely. She noticed a difference in his behavior for the first few hours after they woke up under the tree together for the second time in one week. It wasn't a difference in their relationship or how he treated her, it was a difference in him.

He was quieter than usual as they cleaned up cans of beer and tossed them into the recycling, sending pictures to Kie while she was in class after she made them promise not to throw them in the trash. Rather than cracking jokes or making casual conversation with her, JJ made his way around the yard with the recycling bin in his hands and his head in the clouds. It disappeared as the day progressed, but for a little while, he wasn't completely there.

Today, he went into school instead of ditching to spend extra time with her in between shifts at work and time spent with their friends. Since they can't exceed three consecutive absences without a doctor’s note and he doesn't own a printer or laptop to forage the header from a doctor's office, he had no choice but to part from her this morning.

He bites his lip to contain his smug facial expression at the recollection of her wake up call for him. The hand holding his locker door open for him to lean on in the midst of his not-so-wholesome thoughts of her squeezes the metal hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

The curtains weren't shut all the way when they fell asleep before midnight last night, allowing a shaft of sunlight to shine in and land on his face. But that wasn't what woke him up from the dream he was having. In fact, the reality he opened his eyes to was a hell of a lot better than any dream he remembered.

Most of his memory of those moments spent suspended between consciousness and unconsciousness consisted of feeling her pressing a kiss to his shoulder, then her hands rubbing up and down his waist to slip lower and lower until they settled on the waistband of his underwear. It was then that he woke to find her looking up at him for permission from where she peppered kisses along his chest.

Their eyes met right as she kissed the edge of his nipple with this pleading, needy look that he took pride in causing without actively attempting to. She woke up on the brink of coming undone from a pleasant—to put it tamely—dream about him. With a glimpse at the time displayed on the alarm clock, it didn't take much for her to roll over to wake him up.

It ended with her beneath the sheet, finishing what she started Friday afternoon until he was clutching the pillow beneath his head in the midst of his orgasm. It happened so fast, a fault of how hot he found it to wake up to her wanting him so badly, but it felt slower than it truly was in the early morning haze of exhaustion they felt.

The memory as he relives it is as heady as it felt the first time around. He sees it in fractions; her eyes looking up at his, warm palms finding the familiar planes of his muscular body with the exploratory touch of someone who's never traveled it before, and the intense sensations he felt at the end...It's easy for him to stand here and lose himself in it. Despite the class he has to go to, he bargains with himself for one more second spent in the paradise of his memories before he has to come back to reality.

Reality, as his shitty luck would have it, comes in the form of a familiar feminine voice chirping from behind his back as he replays his morning bliss.

"It's good to see you're alive and well, Maybank."

He decides, based on who he knows he'll see when he turns around, that he might invest in a sharpie to write "Bang head here" on the inside of his locker door for instances like these where he'd rather suffer brain damage than speak to someone he can't stomach the presence of.

When he turns to see Kacey with one arm still stretched to hold his locker open, he doesn't bother concealing the genuine reaction from his face for the sake of her feelings. Any care he had for her and her feelings was thrown to the wind as soon as she decided she could steal from and put her hands on his girl last week. However, after a second of thought, a condescending smirk finds its way to his face.

He says, jerking his chin to vaguely gesture at her bruised up face, "Purple really suits your complexion. It makes your eyes pop, don't you think?"

Though the swelling of her black eye has deflated in the days since the fight that’ll soon tally up to a week, the verbal jab hits right where it intended to if the light leaving her eyes tells him anything. She bounces back after a second, though, ever the relentless pest they've come to see her as.

She offers a sickeningly sweet, yet fake smile to mirror the one gracing his striking features and spins so her back meets the locker beside his, allowing herself to invade his space further.

A collection of Y/N's stickers decorates the inside of his locker door that he briefly entertained the idea of designating as a place to bang his head against. They range from girly, glittery ones to those he willingly picked when she gave him the choice. Whenever they're at his locker together, she sticks one on the inside, and the evidence of the habit catches Kacey's wandering eyes.

Her fingertips brush against the surface of the sticker-covered metal while she ignores his protest of, "Can you not touch my stuff?" to inspect them. Since one of the Pogues in particular is famous for her endless supply of stickers, her expression sours at the thought of the girl responsible for them.

She spares him a quick glance out of the corner of her eye as she continues to analyze the sticker collection against his instructions not to, asking, "Why weren't you at the bonfire?" A failed attempt at a seductive look in his direction makes him fight not to roll his eyes. "After how last year's ended, I thought you wouldn't miss it for the world."

JJ doesn't bother to take a second to think things through before he reaches to slam the door closed with her hand still outstretched inside of it. Watching her pull it away just in time to avoid jamming it in the locker probably pleases him more than it should, but he can't help it. His hand catches on the edge of the door, halting it in place right before it closes where her hand previously rested.

She doesn't look too happy with him when he opens the door with no harm done except for the drop of her stomach when he initially pretended to swing it shut on her bruised knuckles. She didn't get many shots in on Y/N when they fought, but apparently it was enough.

He doesn't bother with the fake niceties she's giving him after the disrespect she showed him, his friends, and, most importantly, his girlfriend. The fact that she thinks she has any right to breathe in his direction, let alone flirt with him, after she stole JB's bandana is criminal. 'Cause not only did she mess with Y/N, she messed with John B on multiple levels, and his loyalty to his best friend hasn't disappeared with death. Kie and Y/N told him everything she said about their departed friend in the locker room last Thursday.

But he's smart enough to know what'll hurt her more, so he doesn't go for the general scolding he imagined giving her in his head. Since he was told everything about the encounter in the locker room, he knows she's still holding their history together near and dear to her heart.

"We stayed home," he says, casual and cool as always, with added emphasis on the first word, "You know how it is, my girl doesn't like parties. Especially not ones with kooks."

Hook, line, and sinker.

She scoffs, "Your girl?"

Looking at her now, he wonders if she was always this stupid, or if this is a new development she's had in the year since he last spent more than a minute or two at a time with her. It’s easier to trick her than it was with Kie and Y/N a few days ago, and those poor girls flew into that trap like moths to a flame.

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

The ire is visible in the way her face tenses up in places, her lips pressing together a little more firmly and her forehead creasing between the brows.

"Doesn't your, um, history bother her?" she asks, and he's gotta give her credit for being a sneaky little shit when given the chance. The girl takes every possible opening she can to strike for a potential weakness. "No offense, but you kinda get around."

He shrugs this time, deciding to drop his casual act and aim straight for the jugular.

"She likes having someone who knows how to fuck her right, actually, but I really appreciate the concern."

Much like Kie's reaction to their matching tattoos in the hot tub the other night, her jaw is unhinged to meet the unswept hallway floor they stand on. It makes him wish Y/N weren't suspended in order for her to see the gobsmacked reaction Kacey has to the harsh dismissal. Though he wouldn't want to incite an extra round of the Kacey vs Y/N WWE showdown by having her watch another girl flirt with him and essentially call him a slut upon rejection, he knows she'd get a kick out of it.

This one's for you, baby, he thinks with a quiet laugh to himself and turns his focus to the sticker collection she so lovingly crafted.

There are plenty of summer themed ones left over from the same pack he gifted her for her birthday with the surfboard sticker she used to tease him, as well as a newer genre of Valentine's Day stickers she started using the closer they grew since first getting together. They're mostly different colored candy hearts with corny phrases ranging from "U SXY THING" to the classic "BE MINE" and one printed with "ANGEL" on it—his favorite by far.

However, others are random ones from her endless stash built up over the years from birthdays and holidays deemed worthy enough by her dad to stop by Dollar Tree for a new pack, so the one he sets his attention on is likely meant for teachers or coaches to give to their students. The opportunity appears too good to be true to him when it clicks, but it isn't.

He peels the sticker off of the locker door, careful not to disturb the ones around it, and leans in closer to her to place it on the front of her tank top.

"Leave us alone or I won't stop her next time," JJ says lowly, past the point of civility, then backs away to slam his locker shut for real this time as his voice raises back to a normal volume, "And keep John B's name out of your mouth, got it?"

All she can do is look down at the sticker placed on her shirt with squinted eyes to try and read it while he walks off in the direction of his next class. It tears away from the fabric with a soft noise, and when she finally reads it, she rolls her eyes.

“Good Try!”

​​Walking out of school to see the Twinkie parked in the usual spot Y/N takes when she isn't suspended is a delightful treat he didn't know to expect after a rough day in class and his run in with Kacey. His head was hung low on his way to Kie's car to hitch a ride to his house before going home to the Chateau, since he had some things to pick up with his dad out of the picture for the near future, but then he heard her greet them.

JJ's body melts into hers upon contact, and he nearly pushes her up against the closed passenger side door of the van with how hard he hugs her. Though he doesn't want to acknowledge it, his dad has been living in his thoughts more than usual today. Ever since he texted him goodbye, he's been withdrawn inside of his head more and more, and after today's inconveniences, the rising anxiety of his plan to visit home has him two seconds from losing his mind.

Her eyes widen at his zeal, meeting Kie's concerned gaze from over the shoulder she rests her chin on. She stands with her keys swinging around her finger as she watches the couple embrace one another. In an answer to the silent question Y/N asks her in their stare, her lips mouth the words, "His dad," to her.

Deep down, Y/N had a feeling.

It began with his impromptu request to run away with her a few days ago and extended into his uncharacteristically reserved attitude the next morning that receded somewhat, but has yet to fully disappear. There is a part of her that's upset that he hasn't come to her to talk about it, to communicate the way they swore they would, yet she also knows it isn't that simple.

She has to remind herself that she knew what she was getting herself into with him. That's not to say that dating her must be a walk in the park for him, it isn't.

She knows based on the amount of times he had to hold her as she cried, or the time he curtailed her panic attack in this very parking lot, that she hasn't made it easy for him in the aftermath of John B's death. But it's because she knows how it feels that she has such patience with his communication issues.

It's not a conscious choice most times, it's an involuntary blockage preventing the words from being spoken no matter how desperately they long to be. They may have made a promise, but she won't chastise him for succumbing to the same pitfalls as her. It’d be hypocritical.

"Bad day?" she asks.

Her voice is tender with him, prodding gently for a clue as to why he pounced on her on sight. He sinks further into her arms at the sound and lets the sanctity of her touch sway him into submission. Everything about her sets him at ease, if only for a second. Her hand lifts the beat-up red hat from his head to allow the other to brush through his hair.

There's a hum of agreement that she feels vibrating through the center of his chest into hers, and her arms pull tighter around his shoulders in response. This time, when she looks up to see Kie there, she's waving a quick goodbye and setting off toward her car, clearly giving JJ the space he needs.

"We can go to the beach," she says softly, "I have a towel in the back of the van, we can just lay there and talk about it if you want."

The idea of her kind offer to him should add to the comfort he finds in her embrace. It should make him nod and whisper his gratitude to her for being the one person that knows him better than anyone, but it brings him back to the gloomy headspace he was in before seeing her.

It started as a minor distraction when he first arrived at school after carpooling with Kie. It followed him in the quieter moments, only making appearances when he wasn't distracted with more pressing matters. It began as that and built the closer the day came to ending. The sooner his inevitable visit back to his childhood home came, the more he lost himself in his fear, reverting back to a state of helplessness he now occupies with no small amount of shame.

His bottom lip trembles with the urge to cry.

"Can we stop somewhere on the way home first?"

The last place she expected him to drive the Twinkie is here.

As they made their way down each street, taking each turn necessary to bring them closer to the house he seldom let her go to over the course of their lifelong friendship, she felt her heart begin to race. And now, as the van rolls to a stop in the yard in front of his house, she has swallow back the lump in her throat at the sight of it.

She has only been here a few times.

The first time, she was seven years old.

It was a sweltering summer morning in the Outer Banks for her and John B as they set off to retrieve their friend after he missed their plans to meet up at the Chateau for a day of having fun, riding bikes, and playing on the boat. Pirates and Princesses was her favorite game to play with them because JJ would switch roles with her halfway through when she grew tired of being the damsel John B had to rescue from the most cruel and vicious Captain Jesse James Maybank.

The HMS Pogue would rock beneath his feet as he marched across the deck of the boat and took her place as the kidnapped Princess Routledge. He handed off his "sword" to her, a stick he found in the yard, and stood at the edge of the boat with his hands behind his back as though he were a tied up damsel in distress for her to hold captive. The sun setting behind them laid a picturesque backdrop that made the scene all the more vivid to their imaginative young minds.

The boat floated in the afternoon current as John B approached the pair with his best pretend face of worry for the fair Princess Maybank, who had the sharp sword of the pirate queen pressing into his throat with the threat of death should he have tried to escape.

Sometimes, she'd let John B advance on them and tie make believe rope around her wrists and ankles while he and Princess Maybank claimed their victory. Other times, they'd get backed up until the heels of her sneakers hung off the edge of the slippery deck. One move from her brother would have her yell something along the lines of not taking either of them alive, then she'd let her and JJ fall back into the marsh together with gleeful laughs infiltrating the humid air upon their return to the surface.

On the day he didn't show up, none of that happened. She and John B rode their bikes together along sidewalks until they pulled into a driveway marked with the address number he remembered from the other time he sought him out to play before.

Y/N didn't understand what they were hearing when they pushed their kickstands down and called out for their friend, but John B's little face blanched at the sound flooding out of the opened windows of the dilapidated yellow house. It was a combination of banging against the walls, glass shattering, and childlike shouts of frustration and pain. Her big brother placed himself in front of her protectively when the front door opened and smacked against the side of the house, but it wasn't his dad storming out of the house, it was JJ.

His eyes widened at the sight of the siblings standing there, and his heart dropped to his stomach at the realization that they heard it. Maybe not all of it, but based on how the girl peeking out around John B's shoulder looked at him, they heard some.

The van is parked in the exact same place their bikes once were, the exact place she and John B stood years ago when they were first confronted with the harsh reality about their best friend's home life, and he looks like he has fully backpedaled into the state of mind his childhood self inhabited. Even when he turns the key in the ignition and lets the rumbling engine sputter down in silence, he sits in the driver's seat with his lip drawn between his teeth in thought.

Yet as soon as she summons the courage to say something, he takes a deep breath and opens the door without a warning or the typical instruction for her to stay in the car. He doesn't tell her to follow him in, nor does he order her to stay out as he used to when his dad still lived inside. He gives her the choice to make on her own, and, when faced with the opportunity to support him or stay outside like the confused little girl she once was, she chooses the first option.

Her swift steps kick dirt up from the earth onto her ankles as she follows him out of the van to the front steps of the house. She tries not to make her concern for him as evident as it'd be without her intervention on her way up the porch, but it's impossible to erase every sign of it from her face.

It isn't a particularly special or scary house. It's a normal home that'd likely look more inviting if JJ were still living here to mow the lawn and tend to the household upkeep his father saddled him with since he was old enough to be put to work. But she knows better than to trust the street appeal. As he takes her hand to lead them through the threshold of the haunted structure, she is overcome with a sense of creeping trepidation that she can't shake.

"You're sure he isn't here?" she asks.

The entryway is crowded with stacks of mail his father wasn’t bothered to open, as well as empty cardboard boxes that once held cans of beer that are scattered, empty, in various places around the house. Her question is answered by the state of the rooms they breeze past in the direction of his bedroom, but she needed something to say to fill the silence. With them, they usually don’t feel uncomfortable not speaking to each other, but this feels different.

The way he stares out in front of him with his hand squeezing hers hard enough to cut off circulation unnerves her more than the tainted energy of the house itself. He isn't himself. He's a shell of the JJ they know and love, the JJ who is most comfortable tucked away in the safe walls of the Chateau with their friends, not here. If anything, how he is while he's here is the antithesis of his behavior while living with her.

Ever since John B died, he's practically moved in with her. When they're hidden away in her house without the reminders of his home life in sight, he's usually the caretaker of the relationship. It comes naturally to their dynamic, both with him being slightly older and his promise to take care of her, but everything is flipped here. It's an alternate reality for him, or, perhaps, actual reality smacking him in the face after a carefully constructed two months in utopia with her.

They come to a stop in front of his closed bedroom door.

"He's gone," he says, not even sparing a glance at her for reasons she can't decipher, "He texted me a few days ago to say goodbye."

With that, he turns the doorknob and lets the door swing open to reveal the bedroom she only saw one other time.

The second time, she was thirteen years old.

It was a Friday.

Since his dad was supposed to be at work, they stopped at his house on their way home from school exactly like they did today so he could share with their friends what he got from his cousin the night before. Being the good girl she was, she didn't even know what he was showing her when he dug it out of the backpack in the bottom of his closet.

Her brows furrowed at the ziploc bag, more specifically the contents inside of it. She was knelt down on the floor in front of the opened closet door with her shoulder pressed up against his to inspect it. The dried green cluster of a plant didn't look like anything she'd seen before, and she couldn't help but ask him what the hell it was rather than react the way he knew the others would.

"What is it? It looks like dried up moss."

JJ laughed and pulled another bag with rolling papers and a grinder stowed inside.

"It's weed. My cousin Ricky gave me a discount since—"

He halted mid-sentence abruptly enough to startle her, his head turning in the direction of where he heard a trunk pulling up to the front of the house. Her stare was still set on where he was holding the plastic bags in his hands, and she noticed, after he stopped speaking in reaction to his dad coming home, that his hands began trembling. It was so minimal, she almost didn't catch it until she saw the bag wavering under the light coming in from his window.

Before she could open her mouth to say anything more, she felt his hands on her shoulders shoving her into the closet. He followed in closely behind her and crawled in until they were both crammed into the confined space together. With the closet doors shut in front of them, he clamped a hand over her mouth, whispering in her ear for her to be quiet.

She stands with her arms crossed over herself in the center of his room, and though nothing has yet to be said or done to convince her anything is wrong, that's the exact reason why she feels so unnerved by the entire experience of coming here.

He's silent.

The closet doors are wide open as he stuffs the rest of the clothes he had yet to bring to the Chateau into the biggest bag he could find. He rips through his belongings in a fit of melancholy driven anger. His thoughts are swirling with similar memories to the ones she conjures from being here again, but his are tinged with a darkness hers don't have, even with hearing him crying in pain as a child and hiding in the closet with his hand smothering her mouth to evade his dad.

JJ visibly grimaces at the memories he's forced to relive in flashes with every glimpse he gets of the room he spent so much time hiding in. It used to be more tolerable to be here, or at least easier to suffer through. At least he was used to it before, but he got so accustomed to life somewhere else that the second he was confronted with coming back, he started to fall apart.

Whatever he can't live without, he finds space for it in the bag and prepares to leave the rest behind. But every object he touches and step he takes around the room brings him back to the person who he spent his adolescence simultaneously fleeing and wanting more from. More notably, it brings him back to the train of thought that has been nagging him ever since he texted him over the weekend.

The third and final time she came here was over the summer.

It happened right before Hurricane Agatha waged war on the island, when none of the Pogues heard from JJ for two days after he said he had to go home to help his dad with something. She didn't want to track him down to his house after they went over twenty-four hours without a single message. She didn't want to have to go back to the house that gave her chills to think about, let alone go to again after they hid in his closet when they were younger, but he gave her no other choice.

What was she supposed to do except go check on him where he last said he'd be? After all, if she lived in the hazardous environment he did, he'd do the exact same for her. If their friends were involved in her thoughts at the time, they would've gone out on a limb to say he would've gone beyond what she did to protect her if the situation were flipped. If he knew someone was hurting her, he would've come in swinging first and asked questions later, but, in her defense, he strictly told her to never come back to his house. By walking over in the first place, she was breaking one of the fundamental rules of their friendship.

Nevertheless, she found herself crouching around the side of his house to find his bedroom window and check if he was in there. Kie and Pope weren't aware of what was happening with his dad yet, but she and John B accidentally found out years ago, so she wasn't wondering why he wasn't answering them, she was wondering if he was alive.

Part of her truly thought underneath it all that Luke might've killed him. He might've been too drunk or high and went too far when beating him, too far to the point where he didn't want to risk going to jail to take him to the hospital for help. She couldn't live with herself if she didn't check, and if he got pissed at her for showing up against his wishes and didn't want to speak to her ever again, she could live with that.

She knocked on his window in a cadenced beat loud enough for it to heard through the room but not any further. After the first series of knocks, no one came to the window. It ripped her heart to pieces to wonder if she'd see him again as she continued to knock and allowed the sound to increase in volume in hopes that maybe he was asleep, but it didn't bring anyone to the window.

It wasn't until she turned back around to go to the front of the house again that she bumped right into the solid wall of his chest and was pushed back up against the house. The question of what she was doing there was on the tip of his tongue, but she said something that stopped him from asking it.

Her arms were thrown around his shoulders in a desperate bear hug.

"Oh God, JJ, you scared me half to death!" she cried into the front of his shirt, "I thought he killed you!"

He can't help but think of it as he packs his belongings away for a final time to bid his hellish childhood home goodbye: What kind of life are they going to have together if they can't get off this island? Running away may have been an idealistic drunken fantasy for him to entertain after his conversation with Pope got him to admit his true feelings for her, but they both know his consistency can't be trusted.

One moment, he's planning to tell her. The next, a day like today comes along, sweeps his legs out from beneath his body, and he's questioning whether it's worth it to force her to put up with his fickle commitment to her. It isn't fair to her, is it?

Right now is just about when he'd normally start to hyperventilate with an oncoming wave of panic, and he does, but he can't let it fully sweep into him with her here. He fights the urge to smack his head with the heel of his palm, as if that'd forcibly remove the poisonous thoughts infiltrating his mind and ruining the careful work they've done together to remedy their issues with communicating their feelings.

Just like you ruin everything, a thought whispers in the corner of his mind. What made you think this would be any different?

His actions around the room have turned somewhat aimless and distracted, which she notices as soon as he starts to disintegrate into a mess of heavy breaths and self-sabotaging thoughts. She picks up on the shift in his energy as soon as the anxiety starts to wash over him, and she'll be damned if she continues to stand here quietly to let it happen.

It's one thing if he's being silent because being here upsets him, or if he simply doesn't know what to say, but she refuses to let him tailspin into a mental breakdown without doing something to stop it. Whether he knows it or not, after what they went through with him trying to push her away last week, she knows what's occurring within his mind right now.

He flinches at the feeling of her hand grabbing his shoulder to turn him to face her at first, and when she reaches again with her other hand to try to hold his hand as he cries, he shrugs off her touch.

"JJ..." she lets the solemn sound of her own voice murmuring his name trail off, "it's just me."

His head shakes at her consoling words. Everything else inside of his mind is so earth-shatteringly loud, he can't drown it out with logic or reason to bring himself away from the memories of his dad. Those intrusive thoughts keep attacking him with doubled, then tripled force the harder he tries to resist them, and he's so exhausted from it. All of it—the memories, his dad going to jail, and his inability to accept her love to its fullest extent without convincing himself she'll abandon him—is exhausting.

This time, when she rests her hand on his shoulder, he swats it away as the frustration of today crushing him with the force of an avalanche. Not to hurt or scare her, but to get her hands off of him before he bursts out of his skin with the sickness it stirs in his stomach. So detached from himself, he anticipates pain from every touch she gives him, and he knows it hurts her.

JJ hardly recognizes his own voice as he backs away from her a step and says, "Don't."

He can tell it hurts her based on how she looks at him immediately after, but he can't handle being touched right now. How did this happen so quickly? It was overwhelming when they first parked outside, but as soon as he stepped foot inside, it was as if a switch was flipped inside of him and all of the buried feelings he kept hidden over the past two weeks exploded into this.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"You need to leave. I just-I can't breathe and"—He still refuses to look up from the ground or see her face as he paces around the room with no real intent in mind—"You can't see me like this."

That is what breaks her out of her soft spoken, timid attitude to handle the situation the way it needs to be handled. Their natural dynamic worked best for him to take charge when she had her panic attack because JJ acts first and thinks later. He saw that she was in distress and jumped in to help her before things got worse rather than allowing her to keep him at an arms length where he couldn't do anything about it.

Taking a page from his rule book, she takes action.

The room surrounding them is in a state of disarray from him searching through it for the items of clothing and objects now stashed in his duffel bag. There are multiple obstacles in her way as she steps between them like navigating a minefield to reach him after he backed away in instinctual fear, but they don't stop her from reaching him. Nothing could.

Y/N walks right up to him and reaches to grasp his face between her hands, forcing him to stop pacing around and actually look at her for the first time since they arrived her so he hears what she says. To say the least, the way he looks right now is enough to make her cry. There are tears welled up to the brims of his blue eyes, his lips are downturned with his sobs, and he's staring at her like she's about to strike him.

She says it as slowly and clearly as she needs to get it through his head, "He's not here," and before he manages to squeeze out another word of doubt between his rapid inhalations, she cuts in, "Take deep breaths."

He isn't listening to her.

The movement of his chest that hits hers from how close they stand to each other has yet to settle into the familiar pace she remembers from nights of falling asleep with the rhythm of his breaths beneath her head.

Her eyes search his face frantically, from left to right and top to bottom, for any sign of the person she's known for years, but she doesn't see him. Instead, she sees the same panicked child her and John B saw the first time they visited this house. It's uncanny how similar the expression in his face is. It feels to her as if she's been hurled back in time to the moment itself, and when she tries to think about what would've worked with him back then, she doesn't know what else to do except help him escape.

So, with the helplessness of having to watch him turn into a sobbing, incoherent mess, she decides to step into the darkness with him and do what seven year old Y/N would've done. Just like their games of make believe, of pirates and princesses, she assumes the role John B would have and rescues him from what holds him captive. It’s his own mind in this case, but, in the physical sense, it's the house.

She drops her hands from his face and takes his hand in hers to drag him out of the room. The packed bag sits on the floor in their wake as she pulls him back through the bedroom door and into the living room, not caring about what they came here to do.

It doesn't matter anymore.

The various rooms of his dad's house pass by them in a blur as she leads him down the hallway to the front door with one sole objective in mind: get him out of here. If he wants his stuff to bring back to the Chateau, she'll go back inside and get whatever he needs her to, but she isn't letting him inside of this house again. Not under her watch.

Thankfully, since he is undeniably stronger than her and she wouldn't have stood a chance, he doesn't fight it. He stumbles after her guiding hand the same way he always has, just like how he followed her back to the Chateau after she and John B saw him that day when they were kids. She led the way as he sat on the handlebars of her brother's bike, and he watched her hair flutter in the wind with the momentum of their bicycle spokes until the tears dried up.

He watches her drag him out of the home until they've reached the safety of the yard at the bottom of the porch steps, and as soon as the soles of her shoes meet the dirt, she feels his hand slipping out of hers.

"JJ?"

She turns around to see him clutching his chest, rubbing his hand along the front of his shirt over his heart as though it'll loosen up the tightened muscles preventing him from catching his breath. His body weight is leaned onto the railing of the porch steps for support. He's partially slumped on it, looking at her desperately, like she somehow knows the answer to every question screamed inside of his head, and she has never felt as useless.

"You're gonna leave," JJ says through the gasps and cries that leave his cheeks stained with tears.

When she reaches out again to help him remain upright without leaning over the railing, he doesn't shove her hands away as he did inside of his bedroom. It's a small battle won, but she takes it as a win nonetheless.

"What are you saying? I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere—"

"You're gonna leave! Everybody does! My mom, John B, my dad, and you"—his head falls to look at the ground instead of her, and she watches him work through it in his head—"I mean, look at me. You don't want this."

"Don't tell me what I want," she says.

Her voice remains as steady and calm as she can force it to be amidst the turbulent situation, but the way he said it...It takes her right back to sitting in the back of the Twinkie with him at the Cherry Bowl, except it's ten times worse. That felt like a break up, but based on what he's saying, this is one. She hasn't prepared herself for the heartache she feels in response to it.

"You don't want me, you just think you do 'cause I was there after John B died, but you don't. You're gonna go off, find some perfect guy that isn't as fucked up as me, and have a great life somewhere else, but it ain't here," JJ says, his breathing evening out with the distraction of the argument to keep him tethered tor reality, "And it won't be with me."

He can see it every time he's looked at her and debated saying those three titular words that have been floating around in his head since he first met her.

How could she want someone who can't walk into his childhood bedroom without breaking down, or someone who still has years-old scars from cigarette burns on his skin when she touches him? Her bright future contrasted with his pre-designated fate on the Cut, her personality better matched with someone more similar to her, her life continuing on whether he's there or not—it's his worst nightmare, but he's prepared to see it through.

What he doesn't expect is for her to hold her ground.

"You honestly think I'm buying into that bullshit?" she asks.

"What?"

She doesn't put it softly, she states facts with as much harshness as his cruel fantasy had, "You're trying to push me away and I won't let you."

Her typically sweet, soft features have hardened into a bitter expression he's sure he mirrors. The arms holding his waist to keep him upright move to climb up his chest and cup his face between her hands with all of the gentleness her face and voice don't have right now.

She sees right through him.

When he tries to look away again, to avert his eyes to make what he's trying to do easier on himself by not having to look at her when he does it, her grasp on his face holds firm. Her hands guide his chin back up so they're face to face, and he realizes what a mistake everyone makes in assuming her this dainty, broken girl whose only source of strength came from the brother she lost. She's a forest fire.

"You're not hearing what I'm saying—"

Y/N interjects, "I am hearing what you're saying, I'm just saying it's bullshit."

She refuses to let him off the hook, and though it frustrates him on the surface, deep down, it makes him fall in love with her all over again. Her insistence against his speech about her leaving him proves him wrong more than anything else could, 'cause he gave her the perfect chance to dip and she shot it down instantly.

The house looms behind them as a menacing presence that threatens to take control of him again, but she doesn't let it. She keeps his eyes on her no matter how many times he tries to look away and doesn't let anything get in the way of what she says next.

"You think that if you push me away and get me to leave you right now, it'll hurt less than it would if I did it later, and I don't accept that. I won't take the bait and let you torture yourself anymore, okay? I can't speak for anyone else, but I know I'll never leave you. Not willingly, anyway."

She looks into his eyes, and this time its softer, more loving, and he's never felt as understood as he does when she continues to speak.

"I'm in love with you. Whether it scares you or not, it's the truth, and I'll never stop saying it. If you think that your issues with your dad are gonna change that for me, you've officially lost your mind." Their noses brush as she leans in to ghost a kiss over his mouth and pulls away a second later to whisper, her forehead pressed to his, "I love you, JJ. Stop being so stubborn and just let me."

His next breath in trembles as he lets her words sink in, and he's stuck at a crossroads inside of himself without a clue of what to do.

The breeze blows her hair away from her face, the afternoon sunshine painting her golden, and when he sees her hair flutter in the air like it did so many years ago, he can't help but feel as calm as he did during their bike ride home. The further away he got from his dad and the house where it all happened, the calmer he grew, and it hits him at this moment that he's so taken aback by her confession to him, he forgot why he was so upset.

It's sobering. The intoxication of his panic hurtled him back in time to the frightened, childlike state of mind his dad's violent abuse often sent him to, but it was hearing her say those words he's feared for weeks that brought him back. Like the jolt of a defibrillator, he's roused back to life with more clarity than before.

She loves him, but, perhaps more importantly, she said she'd never leave him, and that is what he needed to hear more than anything. That is the statement worth more to him than the four letter word he has agonized over endlessly. No one else every attached the promise of "I love you" with the stipulation of it lasting forever. They said the empty words and contradicted it with their actions, but she hasn't done that. Her actions spoke the words long before her mouth did.

He sighs.

It's a deep, yearning sigh that sends him melting into her with the acceptance of what he's denied for too long. He savors the hands cradling his head, as well as the body pressed up against his that he has memorized down to every beauty mark and imperfection, and makes the right choice.

It isn't like it was the night at the Cherry Bowl, or the night he spoke to Pope about it. It still takes more bravery than he possesses to form the words, but there isn't a physical incapability stopping him anymore. It's just him against the trauma beckoning him into its trap again, and he won't let it lure him back into that house.

"Alright," JJ says to her through a sniffle in acceptance to her command, as if he were agreeing on afternoon surfing plans rather than something as monumental as allowing someone to love him, then continues onto with a timid tone, "I love you too."

Before he can watch for her reaction, she's surging forward through the few inches of space left between them to connect their lips in a kiss.

It's vastly different to the kiss they shared in the hallway at school last Friday. In contrast to that one, the reigning emotion within him that drives the kiss after the hesitant beginning doesn't lead them into increased intensity, it gets gentler. It doesn't explode into chaos and passion, it's a tired kiss that he never wants to retreat from. It's the physical manifestation of his feelings for her underneath the guarded exterior he uses to protect himself: gentle and yielding, yet undeniably powerful.

He feels her smiling through her tears against his mouth. In the face of everything that happened this afternoon, he doesn't feel like he should be smiling back at her, but he does. He smiles while kissing her with tears streaming down his face, still reeling from his traumatic response to coming home for the final time, and wonders how a person can feel such contradicting emotions all at once.

Y/N is the one who starts to pull away first, though it's only to check in on him. If she had it her way, she could stay here with him until the sun sets, but he did just come back from the brink of a full-blown panic attack, so she can't in good conscience ignore his well-being for the momentary bliss of their love confessions.

Her thumb brushes over his bottom lip, her smile drooping with worry as she asks, "Wanna spend the rest of the day on the boat? You always say being on the water makes you feel better. Maybe it'll make it easier to talk about it."

His Adam's apple bobs with how he swallows the lump in his throat.

"Can we maybe take baby steps for now? I don't think I can handle telling you all that shit yet."

It was already enough to allow her to follow him into the house, watch him break down into a fit of panic no one else has seen him in, and tell her he loved her, but it'd cross the line into uncharted territory to talk about everything between him and his dad so openly. Between the minor annoyance of dealing with Kacey to this hellish visit home, he thinks he's reached his quota on feeling uncomfortable today.

She nods in agreement.

"Baby steps."

Drawn back to each other by a force stronger than gravity, they collide again, but it isn't a kiss this time. It's a hug charged with all of the previously unspoken emotions they've buried inside of themselves for years, the same hug she gave him the last time she came to this house with the fear of his potential death lingering in her thoughts.

She throws herself at him with the same desperation she did that day and relishes the feeling of his muscular arms returning the embrace until their bodies are tangled together. She'd usually never refer to something as inherently affectionate as an embrace as violent, but it's the closest she can come to capturing how it feels as their bodies meet. It makes her lose her footing on the bottom step they stand on together, teetering on the edge she'd surely slip off of with the force if not for him keeping her steady.

He's about to say something, a thank you to her for calling him out on his bullshit and not letting him go that easily, when the grating sound of her ringtone blares from the back pocket of her denim shorts.

The contact popping up on the screen along with a series of frantic messages when she pulls away from him to answer shows Pope's name.

Pope You and JJ need to get back to the Chateau ASAP!!

The van doors slam shut behind Y/N and JJ as soon as it rolls to a stop in front of the Chateau.

Under the assumption that something dire happened, as in injury or death or catastrophic damage to the house itself, they bolted off of that porch faster than they knew they could move. She only turned back when she remembered the packed back of JJ's things they abandoned on his bedroom floor and, not wanting him to reenter the house, she brought it back to the Twinkie in record time.

They're preparing to trample up the porch into the house like a stampede of animals when they hear Kie calling them over to the backyard and change direction.

"No one's hurt!" she shouts, knowing that was likely where their minds went after everything they went through during the summer, "You have to see this though, I don't know who did it!"

Sticks and fallen leaves crunch beneath her feet on her way around the side of the house. Her mind races with the possibility of what could've happened that didn't hurt their friends but necessitated a series of texts and calls as frantic as the ones she received at JJ's house. She drove over here in defiance of the speed limit, something she rarely does, and prayed nothing terrible was happening.

It gave her flashbacks to when she found out John B and Sarah died in the storm. The pedal beneath her foot brought the van to an uncomfortably swift speed, then she remembered the sound of Shoupe's voice when he gave them the news. JJ warned her to slow down, then she remembered how it took multiple people to help her restrain him from attacking the new sheriff for letting his men drive their friends into their deaths.

At first, she doesn't realize what's wrong.

Kiara and Pope are standing and waiting for them across the grass near the large tree that sits as a centerpiece to their yard. Based on the body language screaming their frustration and the tears in their eyes, she can tell something bad did happen, but it's not clear what it is until she looks past them to the tree. More specifically, until she looks at what's on the tree.

"Oh my god," she whispers to herself.

Her hand is already up to cover her mouth and conceal the instantaneous frown besmirching her previously relaxed face. They both are stopped in their tracks halfway to where their friends are standing, and she can’t hear JJ's reaction over the rising volume of her hysterical thoughts.

Spray painted in red on top of their memorial for John B are the words "COP KILLER" in bold letters that conceal what they burned into the tree trunk for his gravestone. It sticks out from the beauty of the greens, browns, blues, and swathes of other earthy tones composing the scenery around the Chateau like a thorn amongst flowers, so much so that she wonders how she didn't instantly see it when they rounded the corner to come back here.

Yet that isn't the only thing amiss in the peaceful sanctuary they call home, there are random things strewn around the ground around the tree. An old t-shirt spray painted with the word "murderer" on the front, four ripped up envelopes, and a gorgeous mahogany jewelry box...broken on the grass.

The freshly turned dirt they had the contents of the box buried beneath is scattered around the trashed area as well. It clicks with her a few seconds late that whoever came here to do this must have seen the pinwheel she put in the ground to mark the "grave" and dug it up to add insult to injury.

She moves forward without consciously realizing it and stumbles until she reaches the first object of the debris field. Before this, she was doing a masterful job of holding in her cries, but as soon as she crouches down to pick up the pieces of the jewelry box, the lid snapped clean off the hinges to separate it from the bottom section, it comes rushing out of her against her will. The first unrestrained keen is the first thing to snap JJ out of his shell shocked trance.

He walks after her as fast as his legs will take him without breaking into a run, but she isn't letting him get close before she puts the box back down and shuffles forward to collect the torn letter remains. She doesn't want them to get blown away by the wind anymore than they already might have been, so she scrambles to gather the pieces until they're cupped in her hands to protect them.

"Why?" she asks and looks up at Kie and Pope with tears dripping down her face, "Why would anyone do this? Who would do this?"

Pope says, "My guess is as good as yours. We didn't see anyone leaving when we got here, so it must've happened before school ended. This is all we saw before we called you guys."

For a second or two, JJ is grasping at straws for why this happened and who did it like the rest of them are, but then something Pope said makes it click into place. It sets off a domino effect in his mind as he brings back the memory of a certain offspring of satan being absent from gym this afternoon despite being at school earlier, since his encounter with her before Physics made him, unfortunately, aware of her existence again.

His face is set in anger, jaw clenching with the tension of him grinding his teeth together, and he takes his hat off to fidget with it between his hands for a second. Their friends are too focused on her crying to see him contemplating it, but as soon as he speaks, they look up to see him setting his hat back onto his head in preparation to leave and track Kacey down.

Y/N's head snaps up from the torn letters in her hands to the sight of him storming off across the yard with his only goodbye being the words, "I'm gonna kill that bitch."

Her and Pope stare after him in shock, unable to put the pieces together about who that "bitch" is, but Kie doesn't miss a single beat. While Y/N is crumpled over on the ground in tears, she's rushing after JJ before he can approach the bike parked in front of the house. He doesn't even make it five steps before he feels her hands latching onto his wrist to stop him.

She asks, "Who the hell are you talking about? And why would they do this?"

His eyes narrow at her. His unreleased frustration for the situation in general and having to watch Y/N cry after an emotional afternoon together comes rushing out when he snaps at her.

"Kacey. She talked shit at school and I put her in her place. Now, if you don't mind, I'm gonna pay her a little visit."

He yanks his arm sharply towards himself to free it from her grip, but she's a step ahead of him. Quicker than he can think to stop her, Kie swipes the keys hanging out of his back pocket away and throws them to Pope, who, bless his heart, can't catch to save his life. The key ring jingles with its contact at the dead center of his chest, and she mouths an apology to him before turning back to face JJ.

"What the fuck, Kie?"

He makes to stomp past her and retrieve the keys from Pope only to be stopped by her hands reaching out to grab his shoulders.

"Listen to me, you can't go anywhere. Look at her," she whispers lowly enough to keep Y/N from hearing, pointing behind her to where she sits on the ground with Pope knelt beside her, "I wouldn't put it past Kacey to pull a stunt like this. I'm just as mad as you, but revenge can wait and you know it. She needs you."

The fury visible in his expression is subdued by looking past Kie's shoulder to see Y/N crying softly to Pope about the vandalized memorial.

The last time he saw her so distraught over something, it was the day they made the memorial and buried the box in the first place. She sits on her knees with her mom's broken jewelry box between them, shuddering with the sobs she has no control over, and pours the torn paper into the empty bottom half of the box. Exhausted to the core, she looks more like a sullen, kicked puppy than she does herself.

It makes his anger-fueled instincts that urge him to hunt Kacey down and do something, anything he can to make her feel the pain they do right now bubble down into sorrow. It's visible in his eyes when he looks at her.

Kie knows she's gotten under his skin when he sighs, sparing a parting glance to the bike in the driveway, and nods once at her before setting off back to where they're sitting in the grass.

Meanwhile, Y/N is stuck staring down at the disarray of her backyard with nothing but pain aching through her to the bone.

Her brother did wrong things sometimes as a consequence of being human, but never this, never something worthy of having his name dragged through the mud and being branded a murderer after his death. He stole scuba gear from Ward and broke dozens of laws in their hunt for the gold, but he never crossed that line into moral bankruptcy. Rafe did, and it kills JJ to see someone like Kacey do this to his best friend while hanging off of Rafe and his friends like a leech.

The fabric of his worn t-shirt is tarnished by the dried paint clinging to the front of it to the spell the lie written there, and her vision blurs with tears for what feels like the millionth time in the span of an hour. First, it was JJ. Now, it's John B, and she can't help but wonder if the heartache will ever end. It began to feel better over the course of the week, her grief for him slowly beginning to slip from her mind until now. Until the storm clouds converged again to batter her with another wave of it.

Through the deafening volume of her mind racing with thoughts and feelings to process what's happened, she hears Pope shuffling around to stand on his feet. Then, another person sits down in his place and scoots closer until their bodies are touching, and she knows it's him. She doesn't have to wait to hear his voice or look to see his face, she can tell based on the feeling of his touch and the smell of him she's so intimately familiar with, yet couldn't describe it aloud if she tried.

He doesn't smother her. He sits close enough to touch her and doesn't push it any further.

The background of the pale, cloudless sky frames him in the foreground like the subject of a painting—a living, breathing painting that she could study endlessly. The other trees planted in the yard's leaves flutter distantly behind him and try to draw her gaze away, but she keeps her eyes on him.

Maybe that's how it is, she thinks.

Maybe it'll get better and worse in a dance that'll only stop when they're no longer here to agonize over it. Maybe this is what moving on from John B will always be like. It'll feel like they've made strides in the right direction, then something will come along to shatter it to sharp pieces that'll reopen their stitched up wounds. If that's the case, at least the four of them have each other to lean on when it gets worse again.

JJ sits with her and lets her crawl onto his lap, resting her head on his shoulder, until the sun sinks below the horizon.

The gentle bobbing of the HMS Pogue at the surface of the water steadies her amidst her eddying thoughts. It keeps her present to the moment the way the ropes tying the boat to the dock keeps it from floating adrift into the marsh. It's a motion engrained in her from the start of her life until now from countless days spent on the water. Whether it be for fishing, swimming, or playing make believe with her boys all those years ago, it's as much a part of her as her personality or body itself.

JJ was right about one thing: being out on the water makes it easier to think.

He hasn't followed her out since she woke up before sunrise and snuck out of bed to come here. Despite her efforts not to wake him, he woke up when she disentangled her body from his, silently cursing the fact that they always cuddle so closely, and he tried to pull her back to him with a whine of displeasure in his groggy, half-asleep state. Sleep finally found them after hours of staying up together to talk about what Kacey did, unable to relax from the chaos of yesterday, so he wasn't prepared to wake up that soon.

"Go back to sleep, angel," she whispered as she hovered over him, brushing a chaste kiss to his lips that he was too tired to return.

That was the last time she saw him since this morning, and now that the sun has risen to its peak in the sky without her moving an inch from her perch atop the bow of the boat, she's begun to wonder if he's awake yet. It isn't uncommon for them to sleep in for half of the day when there isn't school or work, so it isn't surprising to her that he's just now waking up when she hears the back door to the Chateau opening and closing.

Unbeknownst to her, JJ has been awake the entire morning since she left bed.

They were so attached to each other yesterday night, he didn't have the time to put it together without her seeing and ruining the surprise, but once he heard the door to the porch close to signify her leaving, he kicked the blankets off of himself and got to work. He wasn't originally planning on starting so early, since they stayed up late into the night together, but once he woke up to the feeling of her sneaking out of his arms, he was too awake to fall back asleep.

The sound of his footsteps on the dock warns her of his approach, but she doesn't raise her head from where she rests it in her palms to stare out at the water.

"I was wondering when you'd finally wake up," she says.

There's another few steps, then the boat jostles with his weight stepping onto it.

He doesn't say anything to her in response. The only clue she gets as to what he's doing are the footsteps on the deck that lead closer to her until she feels him sitting down on the bow next to where she is. And she's about to open her mouth to ask if he's okay when he sets something down in front of her.

It's a shoe box.

Y/N turns to see him, eyes flickering over his tired face, and looks back at the box with furrowed brows.

"What is this?"

His hair is messy, exactly how it was when she left him in bed this morning, and if she weren't more focused on the mysterious box he plopped down in front of her, she'd be combing through it with her fingers. He's gotten used to those casual displays of affection from her; how she runs her hands through his hair on mornings before school when he forgets to brush it, or when she fixes a button on his flannel that he missed.

JJ's lips are tipped in a smile, and she can't help but blush with how he looks at her. She never used to see it, but he has always looked at her like this. Like he's hopelessly, utterly in love with her. Even before they lost John B, back when he'd expend all of his romantic and sexual attention on girls he hardly knew, he still looked at her this way.

He gestures at it and says, "Open it."

The lid of the box is coated in a freshly dried layer of blue paint to match the shade of the sky overhead. She knows instantly that he must have dug through the arts and crafts box she specifically labeled with a warning for him and John B to stay out. It's painted with aimlessly sloppy brushstrokes and stickers placed at every corner of the cardboard box, all of which she recognizes from the stash she kept under her bed alongside the India ink he borrowed last Friday.

As she gives him a skeptical look and reaches to lift the lid off of the shoe box, she makes a mental note to rewrite the label on the arts and crafts box without the warning for him to keep out. Since John B isn't here to steal anything from it and JJ never follows that rule anyway, it's redundant at this point.

Any skepticism is washed away from her face as soon as she flips the lid open to reveal what's inside. It leaves her speechless as she looks down at it all.

"JJ..." she murmurs in awe.

Sitting at the bottom of it is a folded up t-shirt she saw JJ wear multiple times, but never again since John B died. He refused to glance at the shirt his best friend gave him the year before they never saw him again, let alone dig it out of the corner of her closet where he keeps his things...until now.

But that's a scratch on the surface of all of the things about his gift that stuns her to silence. The next thing to catch her immediate attention is a picture she hasn't seen in years.

It's one that Big John took of the three of them together right where she and JJ are sitting. She was much younger in it, flashing a toothy grin with her arms thrown over both boys' shoulders. To her left, John B was leaning his head on her shoulder. To her right, JJ was wearing an eyepatch they crafted out of an old black shirt he stole from his dad. It was cut with the kitchen scissors and tied around the back of his head in a knot.

She brushes her thumb over John B's face, then sets the crinkled photograph back down atop the folded shirt and moves her attention to the last surprise.

Letters.

Torn up pieces of paper painstakingly taped back together sit one on top of the other, some missing pieces here or there, and it makes her mouth part in shock. Her hands shuffle the letters apart to see each one and recognize the handwriting: Kie's bubbly, swirling letters, Pope's neat cursive, hers, and JJ's chicken scratch writing that she's able to decipher from years of proofreading his essays.

She pictures him at her desk all morning while she was sitting out here, ripping tape off of the roll and arranging the puzzle pieces of the ripped letters until he was sure he got it right. It made him want to rip the hair from his scalp, but he sat there and pushed through the frustration to make it as perfect as he could for her. The missing pieces were primarily from Kie's letter, which fluttered away on a balmy breeze when Kacey tore it up and threw it to the ground, but the one he wanted her to have the most wasn't missing more than a single piece.

Y/N looks up from the letters held like a precious treasure in her hands to see him watching her with that same classic JJ smile on his face, but he doesn't let her get a word in yet.

"Go on," he says, leaning closer to pull his letter to John B out and place it on top of the pile for her to read, "I want you to read it."

"You didn't let me read it when I asked before though, are you sure you—"

He interrupts her before she can worry herself over it, "Dude, just read it. I promise I'm fine with it. I want you to."

The letters crinkle under her touch as she looks back down and smooths them out on the deck enough to read through the clear tape. With one last confirming glance to him for permission, she takes a deep breath and reads the first line.

Dear John B,

You really know how to keep a guy on his toes, don't you? You really outdid yourself on this one. I was so sure we were gonna make it, but I guess you had to go all Romeo and Juliet on us, huh? As long as you and Sarah are happy macking on each other in heaven, it's okay.

In all seriousness, I fucking miss you, bro. I miss you more than I realized a person could miss another person. Whenever I need to talk to you again, I don't know what to do. I guess that's why it's good that Y/N made me write this.

Also, I'm really sorry for—

"What does it say there? There's a whole chunk missing," she murmurs.

He scoots close enough to her that she can feel his body warmth radiating onto her through the shoulder of his flannel. Sunlight reflects on the silver rings decorating his fingers as he holds one side of the paper to tilt it enough for him to squint at.

"Macking, I think. It's supposed to say "I'm sorry for macking on your sister."

—macking on your sister. You can totally kick my ass for it, but before you come back from the grave to murder me, let me defend myself, okay? She isn't just another girl for me, John B.

I think you knew it before I did.

Last summer, you asked me straight up if we were hooking up behind your back after I kissed her in front of you on the porch. I laughed in your face, but you were right.

You saw everything before me, man. You knew I loved her since we were kids and waited for us to come to you about it, so that's gotta mean something, right? I hope it means you wouldn't be mad at me for this.

I swear I won't fuck it up with her, but you already know that. That's why you asked me to take care of her,. I didn't know why at the time but I do now. I won't let you down.

I'm keeping my promise.

- JJ

P.S. Don't miss me too much. We'll be shotgunning beers together up there before you know it.

There are tears blooming in her eyes when she lifts her gaze from the tattered paper to look at him again, but they aren't sad. For once, the tears slipping down her cheeks are happy tears, not born from grief, sadness, and pain, but bittersweet happiness.

They're caught staring at each other for a second before he asks her shyly, "It isn't too sappy or anything, is it? 'Cause I thought it—"

"C'mere," is the only thing she can get out before she's tugging him forward by the front of his shirt to kiss him.

JJ stumbles a little with the unexpected force of her pulling him to her, but he takes it in stride. He steadies himself and lets his hands shoot out to grapple for purchase on her waist, keeping her pressed up against him tightly as he kisses her back.

And it doesn't get much better than this, does it? This is it for him. He meant what he wrote to John B, he won't fuck it up with her, especially not because of his trauma with his dad getting inside his head and sabotaging his relationship with her. This is what makes everything worth it.

It brings happy tears to his eyes too.

She can taste the salt of them where their lips meet in the middle. It makes her smile, wrapping her arms around his neck and clenching the letters he mended for her in her fist to keep them from blowing away in the wind, and they both start to laugh into each other's mouths at the poignant feeling they both share but can't quite place.

They pull away from each other to catch their breath after another moment of it, and she can't help but stare. How could she not when she feels like this? It’s less like he’s her boyfriend and more like a piece of her soul has attached itself to his with no hope of letting go in the near future.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," she whispers to him.

Plain and simple. No room for disagreement or a bashful rejection of the compliment. She's pulled back from him enough to hold his gaze and make sure he sees her seriousness, and there isn't anything he can do to refute her statement.

He brushes his nose against hers affectionately, dipping down to kiss her again, but when he leans back to see her face, he can't help himself.

"Ditto."

The rest of the day after their moment on the boat, locked away in their own little world where none of the monsters chasing them could sneak through and ruin it, melts away peacefully. After another half hour spent looking through the box together, of her thanking him over and over again, he hops off of the HMS Pogue onto the dock and extends his hand to her in the most gentlemanly manner possible.

His lips are curved into a smirk as he kneels down on one knee as though she's a revered royal and bows his head in subservience, "Princess Routledge."

Her hand fits in his warm, calloused palm as a perfect match, and she steps off of the boat onto the dock beside him with an expression to match his.

"Captain Maybank," she says in her most regal royalty voice.

Her stellar performance breaks into a laugh they share as he stands and throws his arm around over her shoulder to walk back to the yard. The cardboard box is tucked beneath one of her arms while the other slips around his side to hold him back, and her heart feels full with both the presence of JJ and John B alongside her.

They bury it together.

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Also, now that it’s over, let me know what your favorite part was in the comments or tags if you’d like to :) I’m curious.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #outer banks #obx #fanfiction #i'm gonna miss these dorks #🥺 #I love how he tries to break up with her and she’s like ‘no❤️’ #also totally do not put on ‘seven’ by Taylor Swift during the childhood flashbacks unless u wanna cry #cause I did and my sensitive ass was crying #that song is about John B and JJ okay #it just is

[deliciousangelfestival]

Wicked Romance

Chapter 1

Character: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve was hoping to meet the right one until he met her. But is he ready to be with her? He thought his life already dark because of his job. He wouldn’t able to find a woman that strong enough to face the hardship to stand beside him. Turn out his life is nothing compared to her. 

Warning: Maybe bad writing? Hehehe forgive me. This is my first time write and posting my own fan fiction on tumblr.

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If an outsider sees Steve, he got everything: looks, money, status. But for him, he lacks one thing; the right person to stand beside him.  

But let’s talk about how Steve became the new mob leader.

Steve got raised by his mother Sarah Rogers, it was until he retired from the military he reconnected with his father again. 

He thought his father, Joseph Rogers owns a security firm every time he visits him when he was a kid after his parents divorced. Until he reaches a certain age he realized his father actually is a mob boss. He found his childhood friend Bucky, they went to the army together, also working with his father after he got into an accident that cost his left arm. 

He owes it to his father, but Joseph doesn’t need his son to pay his debt. He only wanted his son to stay with him. Joseph has everything, but he missing two things; his lovely wife and his son. 

Joseph loves Sarah, but he forgot she doesn’t come from a mobster background. When they got married, she was overwhelmed. Looking at her husband coming home with blood on his hands or they need to stay at the safe house when she was 8 months pregnant and when Steve was baby the rival gang tried to hurt her and their son. 

Sarah admitted to Joseph that she couldn’t live like this. In the end, she asks to separated but they never divorced. Joseph never sends the document to the court. 

When Joseph retired, he decided to be honest. He went to chase his wife again. With a lot of effort the couple reunited again.

Their love story was so sweet that could make Steve’s teeth hurt. Joseph appointed Steve as the new leader while he enjoys his second honeymoon with his wife. 

It’s been 5 years since Steve became the new mob boss, now he’s waiting for the one that could help him write a sweet story like his parents. 

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Right now around lunchtime at the fancy that owned by Rogers. Steve and others like Bucky and Sam are sitting at the bar. While Pietro is the bartender serving their drinks. 

It's a usual day for them but it's a little bit different with Steve this time.

Steve head not looking at his food because notices someone seating near the window. She wearing a dress, not too sexy but he could see her legs. She is completely different from a woman who dressed less to get his attention. The reason is simple Steve is an attractive man, tall, broad shoulder, the expensive three-piece suit that wraps his muscles. He only sits for 3 minutes, few girls try to seduce him but he politely or in a sarcastic way to shoo them. 

And the girl who he watched for a while won’t budge to turned around. It poked his ego a little bit. He quite used to with the flirt and attention. 

“You still staring at her.”

Bucky’s words made Steve snap up from his trance. 

Steve shook his head, he couldn’t help it because he wants to see the woman face who sitting alone. 

“Pfft.”

Someone who holds his laughter. Three of them turn their gaze towards the bartender served their drink. 

“Something funny Pietro?” Steve raised his eyebrows. 

“I’m just surprised my boss lose his game before approaching Miss Lilly.”

Steve tilts his head “You knew her name?”

Pietro nodded while whipping the glass with cloth “Yup, the gorgeous lady that always left a big tip.” 

“She has become a regular?” Sam asks surprised. 

“Perhaps, it’s difficult to forget her since the first time she came here.” Pietro is a sucker for a beautiful woman. 

He put the clean glass on the shelf “The day she came here also the first day Peter Peter start his job.”

The alpha male grunted when Parker’s name mentioned. That kid is troublesome. He always late for his job and clumsy, but he’s the best chef assistant according to Wanda who the head chef at the restaurant. 

“So she’s been our customer for 5 months. How come we never notice her?” Sam whispered asking. They always come here every day for lunch and dinner. 

Pietro raised his shoulder “Usually she only stays for 10 minutes after buying one drink. Then she left. This is the first time she asks for a table.” 

After hearing the info from Pietro, Steve looking at her back once again. 

“Steve, if you don’t talk to her I will,” Sam said while moving from his seat. 

Steve stop Sam by grabbing his shoulder “I didn’t say I don’t want to.”

“Go get her punk.” Bucky raised his fist.

Steve nodded, he walks closer towards her table, he doesn’t understand why his heart beating so fast. 

He already in his game, using his usual pick-up line and smile, but before his foot stops at her table, she turns her head towards him. 

It felt like a slow-motion when he saw her looking at him. 

The first moment he looked at her eyes, somehow the time stop and world in only both of them. 

She looks at him with a friendly smile. ‘Her eyes,’ he couldn’t look away. 

“Hi…” He couldn’t believe he almost squeaked his voice. Steve could feel his face turn red like tomatoes. How he wishes, the situation could change.

‘BANG’

The loud sound came from the gun sound. The door abruptly opened by a bunch of guys who wear suits, some of them holding guns, and baseball bat, and the one who leads them is Brock Rumlow. 

Steve cursed, because of the annoying newcomer, he already lost the moment with her. But partly he blamed himself, earlier he wished to change the situation. Be careful what you wished for.

It must be his rival gang who crash his business again. This is the third time in one month. Since Brock became the new head after Pierce died. 

“Damn it.” He saw Bucky and Sam already start kicking and punching. 

He turned at her, he looks at her with puppy eyes “Forgive me for today’s distraction. You don’t have to pay. It’s free.”

Before she could reply, one guy holding a baseball bat, and swing at Steve but he able to stop it. 

“Everyone leave this place !!!” He screamed his lungs out to alarm the guest who still shocked. All of them ran to save their lives. 

Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Pietro busy fighting their rival. 

No wonder why he had bad feelings, today seems nothing could go wrong. He knew something bad will happen. Turn out it’s Rumlow. 

“What do you want Rumlow?” Steve hissed at the uninvited guest.

Brock shrugged his shoulder “Oh nothing, I just want to say hi to my rival, since I became the boss now.”

‘Because of that reason?’ Steve inwardly thought. But he knew why Rumlow did this, he want everyone to know his name since he recently got this position. And this bastard choose his place at the wrong time and the wrong place.

Both of them punches at each other and destroyed the furniture.

Brock always sneaky, he prepares a hidden knife under his sleeves aka phantom blade. 

He succeeded stab Steve’s shoulder. 

“Urgh.” But because of his muscles, it didn’t go that deep. 

Brock brings Steve to his shoulder and throws him to the ground. 

Steve landed on the ground while Brock put on a mocking smile looking down at him. 

“Boys~”

The seductive voice made both of them turn to see who it was. 

Steve widened his eyes when he saw the girl who took his breath away standing in front of them. 

When she stood, he could see she’s wearing a skirt that has a high cut on her left thigh. Steve and Brock were taken aback because under the fabric there’s a belt dagger. 

She slightly pouted which made Steve thought for a second she looks adorable. But what the hell is she doing here when he already told everyone to leave this place.

She put her right hand on her left chest “It breaks my heart seeing my favorite restaurant destroyed like this.”

Steve somehow felt happy when he knew she like his work.

She grabs the dagger and throws it to Steve. 

“I’m lending it to you.” She winked at him, and turn around to grab her coat. She headed to the exit door, easily avoided the fight.

“That’s one hot lady right there.” 

“Yeah, she is.”  Steve took the chance to give a butthead towards Brock. He doesn’t want this jerk to look at his ‘future date’. 

Brock screamed while holding his broken nose “That’s was low, I was distracted.”

“Let’s get this over with. I can’t do this all day.” Steve finally let out his rage towards Rumlow. 

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Their fight is done with the result Steve side who won. 

“I’ll get you next time,” Brock screamed angrily, his fingers broken by Steve. He got carried by the paramedic. 

Steve wiped his bloody nose with a cloth while Bruce pressing his shoulder “Yeah yeah, just not in this place again.” He answered lazily. 

He sighed because he’s getting tired of Rumlow childish fight. After his wound got treated by Bruce, Steve went back into the restaurant. 

What he saw is a broken window, table, the custom leather chair that imported from Italy also ruined. There will be one person who will be crazy over this, Natasha who also his accountant, and Bucky’s wife. 

His shoes step on the broken glass, his eyes locking to the table where she sat. 

When he arrived he saw the book she read. Steve notice there is a bookmark inside of it. He doesn’t want to touch her touch without permission but he eager wants to see what inside. 

Steve put his hand on his mouth and gasped “Oh f**k!”

“Language you punk!” Bucky and Sam appear from behind. Their face and hands also bruised because of the short fight. 

“What’s wrong?”

They got no answer from Steve. He look like a statue still looking at his hands.

Bucky and Sam glanced at the bookmark on Steve’s hand. Both of them smirked.

’When the restaurant re-open, text me: (646)-xxxxxxxx’

Steve’s mind went back to the first time he saw her face and that beautiful smile, then the way she’s not afraid of the craziness that happens today, and she lent him a dagger so he can win. 

He didn’t think it wasn’t a thing, but it happened to him. 

He fell in love at the first sight. 

“We totally lose him.” Sam waves his hand in front of Steve’s eyes. 

They could see Steve on cloud nine right now. 

“Good for him, maybe he could move on this time,” Bucky murmured. 

Sam pointed one critical point “But first of all, we need to tell your wife about today.” 

Bucky sighed “That’s the difficult part.” 

While his friends busy thinking about how to coaxing Natasha so she won’t stun them with the lecture that could last for the whole day and make their ear hurts, Steve is planning how to renovate the restaurant fast so he could text her.

>>>CHAPTER 2

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@cloudystevie​

#mob!steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #bucky barnes #sam wilson #pietro maximov #peter parker #cs4kwritingchallenge #marvel au #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine

[monstas1ut2]

Hi just wanted to say I love your Diabolik Lovers scenarios, and I also wanted to ask if you would do “They see your beauty for the first time” for the Mukamis?

Diabolik Lovers x POC!Reader!

((Honestly, I have never wrote for them... I know this is not perfect, I hope you understand this won’t be perfect lmao uhm tho I tried, couldn’t say no to you~ because you said you liked my stuff~... thx btw💚 I also made random headers for them too, they aren’t that cute tho))

~Warnings~

•Cursing

•Slang

•Hints Of Steamy Acts

•May be terrible

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"He Sees Your Beauty For The First Time" (Mukami Brothers Edition)

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-Ruki Mukami

This plan to him was quite odd and he honestly didn't see which route this man was going. Yes he chose to be in cahoots with this man but only to be free... Coming to America was probably the oddest thing he's ever done.. of course moving from home to here was simple, no commotion.. but he could tell his brothers were on edge.

Ruki, after the whole livestock-Yui- dying thing... He most definitely blamed it on the other brothers... I mean who wouldn't... Anyways, after that he didn't know what he was doing still following orders for Karlheinz. Did he have something planned or... did he just do this to cause some ruckus?

Ruki didn't see any issue with going to school here, especially since the blood smelt oddly amazing... but he doesn't have any interest in anyone here... he can say that the females here are quite expressive and they sort of have their own flow... though when his eyes gazed upon someone else.. his eyes widened..

The male didn't expect to see such beauty casted before his eyes. The sunlight was beaming off the darker skin of a girl. Her eyelashes long and her attire.. not so slutty, but enough to show off her curves. Ruki wasn't blind to American knowledge, and he knows you're a black woman obviously... Though he can't understand why he hasn't seen this in person.

"(Y/n) (L/n)... please answer question thirty five... just to see if you understand...?"

Ruki watched as your eyes glared the teacher, he could already tell from where he was sitting.. that you were a handful... though that only caused him to make up these scenarios in his mind... he wanted you to be his of course, he wanted to rip the attitude away from you... make you call him master... and in his way of thinking... he already knew of a way to get you hooked...

Let's just say, later on in the week... his body was in front of you... that nasty smirk casted on his face... listening to your loud beating heart.. he already had you under his control.. well.. mostly.

"A woman.. such as yourself would know how to properly cover that up..."

"Ruki you don't own me-..."

"Control your language when talking to your master, hm? Also, this..."

He hooked his finger under the tight collar that was around your neck. How did he get you to wear that you may ask? Because he's hot..

"This says otherwise..."

-Kou Mukami

The only brother really taking it hard? Though not so much because he found out that he has actually more fans here than.... over at his old school. Reasons unknown... though he wasn't complaining.. especially with the millions of different toned females.. Kou had never seen such beauty...

Kou is used to the pale skin, he himself has pale skin... though seeing these other females who had brown skin, dark skin... his first thought was 'goddesses..?' But that wasn't the case. He also liked the different scents of blood. They were all oddly stronger than more paler people.. he just couldn't wait to sink his teeth into one of them... one of them would have to be fascinated with him.

The females in this school tend to be more on the sneaky side of things, Kou noticed that but his hearing is enhanced so he listens to conversations when he passes by... he may give the girl a flirty smile too... only to see her cover her mouth and look away in embarrassment.

Kou also noticed how many people had earbuds in, closing themselves from the outside world. But he was more interested in this one girl who was sitting alone at lunch. Her hair was so pretty to him, as well as the nails that happened to match her outfit.. he could tell people fawned over her.. considering the people staring at her.. though he couldn't help but realize that she didn't care... softly mumbling the most seductive words to a song with her glossy lips...

He wanted to see her under him, he wanted to see her moaning his name.. Let's just say he's pretty close to doing so... because it wasn't a week later until he had you interested in him.

"Kou, don't fuckin play with me..."

"If you'd like your phone back, kitty... you'll have to give me something in return~!"

"Damn Whatchu want? Not me because you... can't handle me..."

Kou loved your sass... to the point where he did things like this.. just to see you try to get rough with him..

"Kitty... that's where you're wrong.."

-Yuma Mukami

Yuma wouldn't say... he didn't like this huge change.. he wouldn't say he liked it either.. he was in the firm middle. Obviously he has to plant new tomatoes in his new garden.. and he obviously has to get used to the new people.. they seemed aggressive like him so he actually found it funny...

He found himself being stared at most the time because well, he is tall.. but he also is quite fine. Yuma figured these girls were crazy, he wouldn't say he didn't have fangirls at his old school but they were mostly into his other brothers or the Sakamaki brothers.. but it seemed like he got the more attention now...

He even found himself being invited to watch a whole cheerleading practice.. in which Kou came along because he'd never seen a cheerleading team before.. their old school didn't allow it.

Anyways, Yuma figured he'd be bored about this whole thing but he ended up choking on a sugar cube when he saw one of the girls on the floor doing a dance routine that caused her thighs to jiggle like jello... and the way she moved... she did it fiercely... We all know Yuma likes rude females... so when he heard how loud you were, commanding the other girls to follow your lead... he felt his ears get red.

The dude was in such a trance, especially since your hair was in a cute puff/bun with braids/bun. He also couldn't help but stare at your skin, yeah everyone else had the same dark skin... different shade of course but yours mixed with your beauty was alluring.

He then noticed that the females stopped cheering and your (e/c) eyes were staring right at him when you walked up the bleachers... a smirk casting upon your face when you grabbed your bag that was right beside him...

Oh yeah, he wanted to see you in action... so to test your limit.. over the past weeks he's just been being such a child... but you were used to it at this point.

"Oi, get ya panties outta my Damn face"

You just rolled your eyes as you stood up straight from bending over, looking back at him.

"Shut the fuck up befo I chop yo Dick off... don't play with me..."

Yuma didn't know he loved aggressive girls until now.. like.. in his mind he was like 'please do'

"I wanna see ya try, dumbass..."

-Azusa Mukami

Maybe this whole moving thing was a bit frustrating to him as well... but when arriving to America... he noticed a few things... there were people who didn't know how to stop staring but there were also people who tend to mind their business..

People would always criticize him but now it's like.. nobody was really bold enough to do so.. It made him feel more better about doing the things he does.. Though there was multiple teachers asking if he was alright.. and actually he couldn't really respond to them.. so they let him go most of the time.. right now he was in the nurses office... some teacher saw him with a deep cut...

Anyways, Azusa was sure his brothers were frantically looking for him.. considering when Azusa leaves a spot from them.. it's never alright or good..? They were also in a whole new area...

"I'll be with you in a moment (y/n).."

The deep and rich scent coming from around the corner made him slightly jolt. He wasn't expecting such a nice scent to burst into this room.. though when he saw your chocolate/caramel skin come through the door... he immediately forgotten that staring wasn't really something you shouldn't do in America. Though he couldn't stop, his eyes hazily looking up to the top of your head. He noticed that your eyelashes were pretty and long, your lips smelled like cherry, he could smell it from where he was sitting.. but he would compare you to a nice piece of chocolate.. even though he doesn't really.. eat.

Apparently you had a deep cut from a box... you were helping one of the teachers out and got punished for it? That was just rude of the box...

Anyways, your (e/c) eyes looked around before landing on Azusa. His eyes softly staring at you, and lord did he look sad.. his whole aura was depressing but also happy? You gave him a light smile and it made his stomach flutter... just smiling back slowly as he looked down at his hands in his lap... you were pretty to him.. and you had this sense of love coming from you... like a mother..

Over time, his brothers noticed him acting somewhat different? Eventually he'd gotten advice and now you were just so attached to him.

"Azusa, baby.. I know you can't help it but..." you couldn't say more, you just started wrapping up his wounds.

"I'm... sorry (y/n)....."

"I know... don't worry bout it.."

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#diabolik lovers scenarios #mukami brothers #black reader #poc reader #boyfriend scenarios #ruki mukami #kou mukami #yuma mukami #azusa mukami

[agent-cupcake]

Please tell us what you think of the Japanese dub of fire emblem!! Do you have any you like or dislike?

Mercedes’s voice, done by Yumiri Hanamori, is probably my favorite change. I dislike Mercedes’s Eng voice for several reasons but her Japanese dub shoots her up into S tier easy. Super sweet and kinda breathy, she speaks very soothingly and deliberately, I love it and never skip any of her dialogue. Her little giggles give me butterflies, and the way she reacts when you propose to her? I cannot recommend you watch her S support with the Japanese dub enough. It’s very easy to come off inauthentic when the character is as loving and kind as Mercedes, but her performance absolutely sells Mercedes’s angelic nature.

Marianne, voiced by Sawako Hata, goes through a pretty dramatic change pre/post timeskip in the Japanese dub and I live for it. Seriously, listen to the very beginning of her C and A supports with Byleth (same line) and marvel at our favorite horse girl’s growth. I love the shift in her voice and it really shows a lot about how Marianne grows as a person and becomes more confident.

Hubert is played by Katsuyuki Konishi and, yes, I will simp. He just sounds so cool. That va being an intimidating bastard just does it for me even if all the roles I know him for is him singlehandedly holding the entire weight of a character who is otherwise not the coolest. It is a little goofy when you have to strain to hear him when he’s saying battle lines that are supposed to be dramatic but he sounds hot so it’s whatever. 

Claude, voiced by Toshiyuki Toyonaga, is actually pretty similar in both dubs. That is, I feel like it’s the same Claude in both languages which I really enjoy. I think both voice actors did a fantastic job and in my humble opinion do a lot to make Claude as likable and fun as he is when the writing kind of falters. Toyonaga has a really nice voice and does the playful sarcastic yet also guarded and sneaky thing perfectly.

Edelgard is played by Ai Kakuma who dials back on the mean-girl aspect of Edelgard that, for me, makes her kind of insufferable sometimes. It’s strange because I don’t like the “uwu professor I drew you a picture” aspects of Edelgard very much, but they do make a lot more sense with Kakuma’s softer, more vulnerable interpretation of the character. Overall, I do like her dubbed voice better especially when I’m playing Crimson Flower and the game obviously wants me to waifu her.

Seteth is voiced by DIO Takehito Koyasu and that is very important to me. It helps with the “can I trust this man or can’t I?” aspect of the character because of intense JJBA conditioning. He has less stick-up-the-ass dad energy, but I think it’s a fair trade. 

Leonie is voiced by Sakura Nogawa and I don’t particularly like Lenoie but can we just acknowledge that she came out on top in both dubs? Both Ratana and Nogawa have such ear candy voices. 

Simp King Alefric was voiced by Daisuke Hirakawa and this was an especially low blow. As the resident Disgusting Pervert, I have a pretty instinctual reaction to hearing his voice. I know he does a LOT of different types of roles (hearing him in Monster Hunter Stories was great) but the fact that they cast him as an unfuckable (as well as annoying, pointless, and awful) character just cuts deep. 

Yuri, played by Junya Enoki, was just strange imo. When I heard his Japanese dub voice my first reaction was “wow it’s weird they gave Yuri the voice of a shonen protagonist” and then Enoki went on to play the Prince of All Shonen Protagonists Yuuji. And Enoki is super skilled! A lot of his combat lines hit super hard. Buuuuut, it’s hard to not miss the seductive persona that his English dub gives him. Someone asked who I’d ideally recast for Yuri, Felix, and Dimitri (like... months ago... I’m so sorry lol) and I think that Mamoru Miyano doing Yuri would be great. Mamoru Miyano has a massive list of credits, but his most famous is probably Light Yagami from Death Note. He also did Hunter x Hunter’s Chrollo and Persona 5′s Ryuji. Actually, since he did Amai Mask, this would add another One Punch Man voice actor to the list. Admittedly, I’m a cringe fangirl but he's got range for sensual, serious, and goofy and gets bonus points for having a really nice singing voice which Yuri also has. Making Yuri sound more alluring and kind of secretive seems like the obvious choice for his character. I’m in no way, shape, or form in any position to suggest this change but since someone did ask there’s my single suggestion. 

Dimitri is played by Kaito Ishikawa and I am not a fan. This is a massive bias because I’ve made my love of his English dub so clear so take it with a boulder sized grain of salt but, Dimitri aside, I don't really like Ishikawa's voice, it has this nasally quality that drives me up the wall which was why I never really liked One Punch Man’s Genos. There are also a lot of performance differences that I feel detract from Dimitri’s character but that is even more subjective because they feel like such different characters. Ishikawa goes for a less manic, wild sound in favor of a more “restrained” interpretation of Dimitri’s feral voice. The Event “Village Tragedy (Blue Lions)” is the scene that showcases this difference perfectly.

Felix’s voice is done by Yuichi Jose and I don’t think it suits him. He has a very low, kinda cool voice and I just... I dunno, it feels contradictory to how I interpret Felix’s character. English dub Felix gets this, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, mall ninja sort of inflection especially early on in the game because he’s trying too hard and I think it’s so damn endearing to hear that harden until you realize that, no, he’s just a broken person putting up a shield to deflect emotion. But it also feels unfair to make direct comparisons when the two voice actors are doing two different things. 

Anyway, those are characters I have strong opinions about. Overall, I far prefer the English dub but there are definitely pros and cons to each and it’s fun to listen to both. I have respect for all of the va’s involved with this project because of the sheer amount of lines they recorded and it’s really a matter of opinion as to which voices and interpretation of the character is preferred.

#personal #fe3h #although i will say that i think its kinda weird when peoples criticism for female jp vas is #well she sounds like a child and the eng sounds like an adult so the eng is better #and then you listen to the va and thats just her voice #obviously thats not true for all of them and many do pitch up their voice just like a lot of eng vas do #but idk it just rubs me the wrong way