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[mylovejimimi]

The Kims, your breeding problem | SJ & NJ TWO SHOT PT. 1

— PAIRING: mafiaboss!seokjin x mafiaboss!namjoon x mafiaprincess!reader — GENRE: smut +18. minors dni — WARNINGS: dirty smut (hell yeah), vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk ofc, fingering, ass action, anal penetration, double penetration, lots of degradation, some slaps, a bit of pain kink, breeding kink as per request <3, some plot that will be explained in part 2 (stay tuned), seokjin is MEAN — SUMMARY: Desperate to save your empire and your name, you walk into the lion's den with a plan. Turns out those two lions had a plan of their own, and now you're the piece of meat they had been so starved for. — WORDS: almost 9k SORRY DEAL W/ IT Ok babygirls i apologize for this eternal wait, it took me a month to finish bc i like to carefully plan my craft to not fall into boring stuff or repetitiveness. I hope it is worth the wait and you all like it <3 ALSO! part 2 will be up maybe tomorrow bc i wrote everything and it was way too long and u know, i wasn't gonna post a 20k words shot lmao Anyways pslease remember you can send me a tip by buying me a ko-fi if you like my works, it will meant the world to me ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ And as always, i look forward your thoughts on this. Enjoy !

Being the princess of an empire wasn’t as easy as you once thought – but you had triple the fun you expected.

The businesses of this lawless side of the world weren’t just for anybody, that’s why only a couple families survived and thrived despite of time and mass murders. In those select families, in which the highest honor was to have no fear of law or men, one must just grow up strong and shameless to fit in them; if not, it was better to step down (which, more often than not, meant dying). And you must, at all coast, beat anybody else with your intelligence and cleverness, or else you were relegated as a mere pawn. Even worse if you were a woman.

One of the top families in the businesses was yours, which couldn’t make you prouder – because you were the one behind their success.

For the world, you weren’t particularly different from the average woman, but you had many hidden qualities that set you apart: you had money and influence, charm and wit, though most important than anything, you had dauntless drive. Enough drive to make you break rules, promote corruption, break as many families as you had to, terrorize all other elite families into submission. You had the world in your hand and you were ready to eat it.

And because you knew you were danger, you recognized which other menaces out there were as deadly as you.

“I don’t give a shit whatever you plan” your older brother spat in your face, throwing at you the documents that you compiled so carefully, all of them full of valuable information about your biggest enemy in the business. You gritted your teeth; you went to the deepest of holes to get all that data, you bought many men for it – with money and anything you could give.

“I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion, I was just informing you before you get your stupid ass in my business and fuck it up.” The relationship with your brother has never been the greatest. Being raised to be ruthless, it only worsened when your parents got old and sick, because it meant that you were now competitors for the throne. You despised him mostly because he was a useless piece of shit that only leeched off of your hard work.

“I’ll fuck it up? You would get all of us fucked in the ass and then decapitated in a public park. Those fuckers are at the top of the food chain for a reason, shithead.” You reacted violently at the cowardice of your brother, hitting his desk with your fist.

“And they are burying our business! They’re already fucking us and massacring us! They stole all our dealers and our spots on the west and south; they killed all our links in the government; they even opened their disgusting brothels next to all of our strip clubs. And you will do nothing about it?!” Your brother rolled his eyes at your outburst.

“It’s not big deal. You will think of something else to avenge us.” And he turned around on his spinning chair, ending the conversation. You were fuming, to say the least.

“FUCK YOU!” you yelled before taking the lamp on his desk and throwing it towards the nearest wall. Then, stomping out, you decided to proceed as you wanted.

…

Your shiny dress moved with the wind and blinded the security guards as you stepped out of the car that drove you. Currently, you were in the Kim mansion, the territory of your enemies, infiltrating in the intimate party they were throwing for one of their birthdays. You thanked in your head the trusted friend that popped up out of nowhere when you needed them the most, offering you a way to take down the Kims. It was all you needed, the way in, you would take care of the rest.

After the long walk from the exuberant entrance to the more exuberant halls, you finally were in the big ballroom that hosted the most people. You noticed there weren’t that many; a couple you recognized from negotiations and such, and nodded your head in acknowledgment to them, but there were many new faces for you. And that worried you, because you didn’t know which ones were the Kims. Maybe it was a little careless to go there with just a description of their appearances instead of researching more for pictures (which was really difficult since the most powerful people in the business, including yourself, didn’t show their faces ever).

Taking a random glass from the service station and bar, you scanned the room and downed the strong drink in one go, thinking what to do next. But then, your luck struck again:

“Mister Kim, congratulations for your birthday.” You spun your head almost instantly to look behind you, to the supposed mister Kim. He was right behind you in the bar but giving you his large back dressed in black. And, damn, what a back. Peering down, you also checked his ass and legs, draped in black too. And daaaamn. How could all his behind look so hot? Was it the height? Were his proportions just mathematically perfect? You hoped he was as nice in the front because it would be really disappointing otherwise.

Right at that moment, Mr. Kim turned around to look at someone that called him in the distance, and you saw him clearly, but most importantly, he saw you. His dragon eyes fixated on yours intensely, pinning you in your place, for what you felt was an eternity. You recognized his fiery stare. He was deadly.

“I don’t think I know you, dear” he started in his deep voice, flashing you a smirk. You looked at him from behind your lashes, batting them coquettishly.

“Would you be interested in knowing me, sir?” Despite your strategic flirting, you were eclipsed by him. He was tall, graceful and so, so handsome. He looked like he could be on the cover of any magazine; be the face of every luxurious brand. And as far as you knew, he was single. Manly and powerful – your kind of man. If he wasn’t your literal nemesis, you would have tried to seduce him for real.

“A sweet thing like you? Very much.” Knowing as much as you knew, it ringed an alarm that he was that easy to approach, to fool. It was weird. You decided to be careful. “Tell me, beautiful,” he said, stepping closer to you and smiling darkly. “do you know who I am?”

“I do. And I find you a fascinating man, sir.”

“Do you now?” You nodded shortly, feigning shyness and sipping on your drink to avoid his sharp eyes. You realized quickly that he was a very calculating, very analytic man; he was observing you meticulously, and you felt like a rare specimen being studied when he dragged his attention all over your body and every inch of your face.

Though, you weren’t dumb. You knew how to pose, how to talk and how to dress to captivate a man; you did it a million times already, and you had big plans for this man and his brother in particular. His lingering on your almost naked legs; how he tilted his body more and more close to you; his constant smirk – everything told you that he was interested in whatever you had to offer. Still, the deal was yet to be seal.

“You are very well-known for doing what you want and getting what you want. You’re like a god, I heard.” You batted your lashes, also inching close to his standing body. “I like powerful men – and they usually like me back.” And you looked away, like ashamed of sharing that.

“So you like danger” he stated, while moving a strand of your hair behind your ear. His hand went down your neck slowly, caressing with the tip of his cold fingers your skin.

I am danger, you thought while smiling cutely for him.

“I find it kinda romantic to give yourself completely to a forbidden man.” You bit your lip lightly, mirroring his action when you grazed your fingers on the hand he rested on the counter.

He stared at you for a long moment, in absolute silence. It was difficult to read him with his impassive face and controlled attitude. Just in case, you passed a hand through your hair, the decided signal for your guards to be alert. By the corner of your eye, you saw one of them signing back discreetly. If needed, they would fire all guns to take you out of there.

“Would you like to watch the big man at work, sweetheart?” Mr. Kim suddenly said. You looked at him with big, naïve eyes, nodding.

“Really? I would love to, sir.” He offered his big hand, which you took eagerly. Once more, you carded your hand through your hair.

His slender fingers enclosed your hand firmly, guiding you from the bar across the groups of finely-dressed people in the open ballroom to long, dimmed hallways. You knew you were venturing into the lion’s den but what else could you do? You needed both of the Kims alone, and getting one of them at the time was easier. You would seduce one and get him, and later you would find and do the same with his brother – if they didn’t cooperate with you, of course.

“You know, sweet thing, we get lots of women at our feet daily. Some are useful, some are just a hindrance” Mr. Kim casually told you. You were getting to the end of a particularly secluded hallway; the end of your walk, it seemed. You decided it was safer to keep up with the façade until the very end. “Which one would you be?” Stopping at a large, wooden door, he looked at you expectantly. You found his eyes, and even in the dimmed light you saw something shine in his pupils.

Just now you realized the energy that swam between you.

His strong hand squeezed yours and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You bit your lip. Kim Namjoon (you guessed it was the younger Kim based on the descriptions you were given) was the hottest man you ever saw: his secure posture, his devilish expressions, even his work ethics were attracting. You would never admit it out loud, but you were really impressed by how the Kims ran their business. In no time, they build up an empire equal to yours, which had years and years of existence, and took over almost all of the city. It was really hot to you how they were fierce, and ruthless, and did whatever they wanted without a care for consequences.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, sir” you replied in a low tone. His obscure smile showed up again.

“Mhm, I think we would get along really well, dear.” The door in front of you opened, and a spacious and well-illuminated office appeared. It was modern and austere, with scarce black furniture a desk that had not a single trace of clutter as you would see, for example, in your own. “Hyung, I just received the biggest gift for my birthday.”

The chair at the desk spun around to reveal the most stunning man you have ever seen. Kim Seokjin had his hair perfectly brushed back to show the most well-proportionated face you’ve seen so far: plum, kissable lips; round, conceited eyes; an instant derogatory grimace when he saw you. His haughtiness was nothing; what worried you the most was that now you would have to deal with the two Kims together.

 “Really? That’s the big gift? A cheap whore?” You had to bite your tongue. You may be a whore from time to time, no shame in it; but cheap? CHEAP? When you had your own queendom and where the owner of half the city? When powerful men had died just for touching your hand without permission? He definitely didn’t know who he was talking about.

“No, hyung, no.” Namjoon chuckled. Getting bolder, he circled your waist with an arm and took your jaw to emphasize his next words “I got us a toy to spend the night, and if it is good, maybe we could consider giving it more use.” Seokjin just arched an eyebrow to you.

“I admire both of you, sir, that’s why I want to serve you” you expressed, lowering your eyes to the floor in a submissive manner.

“Serve us? Are you a fucking slave or something, stupid bitch?” The older Kim didn’t need to yell to be aggressive and threatening like a rabid dog – his words, neutral tone, and overall mean energy was enough to aggravate you. It took everything in you to stop yourself from setting your jaw.

“Do you want me to be one?” It came out harsher than you intended, and yet, you felt a slight shift in the air.

“You couldn’t handle being my slave, dear” Seokjin said as a matter of fact. “I’ll make you and your slut holes unusable after a day.”

“How are you so sure of that?” you counterattacked calmly.

“It would only hurt you, sweetheart, really” Namjoon joined in with a teasing tilt in his sensual low register and a mild push of his hips into your ass. Well, at least you could be sure one of them was interested in you, judging by the hard member that poked your behind.

“Do you really think I’m a virgin in any way?” Something burned in Seokjin’s eyes. Bingo. “Would I be offering myself to you if I were?”

“Your performance as a poor, submissive girl was shit, but I was hoping you dropped the act sooner than later.” The man at the desk smirked. You thought that maybe he wasn’t the brightest of the two.

By his hold on your waist, Namjoon walked you around the desk until you were in front of his brother, who turned in his chair and was watching you expectant, with his legs spread apart and hands clasped together. “Why don’t you show who you really are then, angel?” As he said that, he pushed you to the floor until you were kneeling between Seokjin’s long legs, inches aways from his crotch. Honestly, what was about to happen kinda excited you.

You had understood right away that they were the typical hyper-masculine control freaks. As most men you had met in the business, you assumed they would feel challenged as soon as you showed a little bit of character. What dominant, powerful man didn’t enjoy taming a brat from time to time? And thus, you would put up a little fight, just for funsies.

“Would you be able to handle me, sir?”

“I’ll fuck you up so bad, don’t mess with me this early.” You scoffed at the warning.

“But I said nothing yet, sir. Mr. Kim,” you called the other Kim, turning your head to look at him. “can I ask you, then? Like, does your brother have any idea of anything? It feels to me he is capable of words and nothing else.” Namjoon snorted.

“You’ll fucking see what I’m capable of” The elder grunted and proceeded to stick your face on his groin. “But your nasty mouth won’t be on my cock.”

Unceremoniously, you opened your mouth and closed it on the shape his member made in his pants. The cloth was very thin and he had no underwear beneath it; you could feel almost every detail of him, including his faint throbbing and the very massive girth. You let yourself indulge in it a bit – Kim Seokjin was too damn hot after all. You sucked enthusiastically on his shape, lapping obscenely with tongue and all for the greedy eyes of your spectators. After a couple minutes, you realized that Seokjin´s cock pulsed more when you looked up at him, so you fixated on him while suctioning on the place his tip was.

“Hyung, look, she’s rubbing her legs together like a desperate slut. Is your hungry cunt too empty, sweetheart?” Namjoon said from above you but you had no time to even form a thought before you felt a cold object between your legs, pressing on the apex of your legs. “Get off on my shoe, baby, let’s see if you aren’t just talk.” And he pressed even harder on your pussy. You let go of Seokjin’s hard member with a high-pitched moan when the shoe’s tip hit directly on your clit, and Namjoon, as evil as his brother, touched that spot over and over again. But the oldest Kim couldn’t let you slack off on your duty; no, he had to push you onto his cock once more, shaking your head until you got back to gobbling him sloppily.

“Fucking filthy whore, look at the fucking mess you made” Seokjin grumbled, and you confirmed he was right with a quick peek. The dark and expensive fabric was even darker all over the lap, and the man’s penis would stand all the way up proud and hard if not for the restrictions of the pants. You patted yourself in the back for your great work, before getting down to devour him some more – though, you didn’t because he continued: “Aw, look at you so eager to spread your legs for the enemy to save the family business. Daddy must be really proud of you.” You froze. Stopping all motion midair, you stared at him. Kim Seokjin smiled joyfully while he caressed your hair.

“Did you really think we didn’t know you were coming? How, if we were the ones that invited you over.” Them? Your blood boiled once more at realizing you were betrayed by one of your closest, most beloved friends.

From behind, Namjoon took a hold of you by the hair roughly, yanking you back painfully until you were looking directly at him. You yelped and grunted loudly at that. And then, the door busted open and one of your guards entered pointing his gun at Namjoon; but the criminal wasted not a second in pulling out his own gun and firing it at the intruder.

“Shit!” you exclaimed as you saw the body fall down with a thud and Namjoon took hold of your arms, gripping them behind your back to immobilize you. If only one of your men got there, it must mean the others were already dead.  “You fuckers, let me go!” you yelled at the men holding you. Struggling to get free from their tight grasp, you could only lift your knee with force, colliding into Seokjin’s crotch.

“Fucking bitch!” Despite his brother folding into himself and holding his crotch, Namjoon cackled. You felt a little proud for causing him pain.

“I see you’re not as average as I thought” the younger mused near your ear. You turned as much as you could to look at him and spit at his face. He was shocked but still grinned.

“There’s no bitch like me, you better learn it now.” Namjoon’s hold on you tightened as his tongue peeked out to wet his lips, catching a single drop of your spit that rolled to his mouth.

“No bitch like me my balls” you heard Seokjin grunt, but when you turned to look at him, he took you by the hair like his brother did previously. You catched just a glimpse of him putting a liquid onto a rag but you knew right away what it was, and so you started to insult them louder, fighting them violently. “Oh, shut up already, stupid whore.” And when the rag was over your mouth and nose, it only took seconds for everything to turn black.

…

Consciousness came back to your body in what felt to you like an instant. You groaned, opening your eyes slowly. Why did your body feel so heavy? You could barely move to get on your side, feeling your wrists tied together but lying on a comfortable bed. And why were you in your underwear? Though, that was the least of your problems.

Looking around, you found yourself in a luxurious bedroom. You grimaced at its ‘single man’ decoration though, disgusted with the lack of good taste. Was it the room of one of the Kims? It looked like an isolation room in a psychiatric ward. Well, you thought, they’re fucking insane so it checks out.

“I have to get out” you murmured to yourself, but you couldn’t even try to sit up without feeling too lightheaded. Groaning, you left yourself lie on the soft surface momentarily. You would see how to escape on the go.

“Look who just woke up.” You grumbled when the voice of Kim Seokjin entered the room. You moved slightly to look at the door, watching your two enemies getting in and nearing the bed. Seokjin smiled to you. “It’s our favorite girl.” When he brought his hand down to stroke your cheek, you tried to bit him, missing him for an inch. “Wah, you’re a feral one, aren’t you?”

“I’m your worst nightmare, asshole.” Both men chuckled mockingly. Namjoon stepped forward and took a sit on the bed beside your body.

“Maybe you were, before intruding in our home and getting tied up by us. But you seriously thought you could just walk in and shoot us up?” You held his stare without an ounce of shame because they hadn’t realized yet that wasn’t your real plan. You played along. Men in power were that easy to trick, you only needed to show a little bit of skin and act a little clueless and their ego would get in their way to make them think you’re so stupid and they’re so in control. Truth be told, you were pretty desperate to end them, but you not only had beauty – most of all, you had brains.

“Whatever, just kill me now so the fuckface of my brother drowns in his own shit.” You resigned to your possible fate with a roll of your eyes. Namjoon smiled at you for the nth time.

“No, baby, that would just be the easy way out for you. You’d been in this line of work since birth; you know we can’t just let you go without a lesson.” Your breath hitched a little when the man posed a cold hand on your hip, fondling the zone. Got you.

At this point in your hectic life, you were not afraid of whatever these guys might do to you. If it was something sexual, it would be just a short-cut for the ending you expected. Also, you had sex with all kinds of men and women, who had all kind of kinks and weird shit, so sleeping with the Kims wasn’t big deal – it could even be fun, in your honest opinion. Fun like a smart cat playing two buff, dumb dogs that thought they were in charge. They didn’t know what kind of cat they just caught.

“And so? You want me to cry and beg for forgiveness? Please, sirs, spare me my life! Don’t defile my pristine, virgin pussy!” you exclaimed in a mocking tone, snorting for the absurdity of your own joke. Not even a shadow of a smile graced the Kims’ faces before they pull the serious, mafia-men façade up. They were not happy with your mocking attitude. “Yah, is not that serious, really.” Seokjin got close to the bed to grip your neck menacingly. Like he could scare you.

“It is serious if you come with the intention of murder.” You snorted. So fucking dramatic, and for what?

“It is so obvious that you both are newbies here. We, the real crime-syndicates, just have fun with it.” Seokjin tightened his grip. “Woah, you feel threatened by the tied up, drugged girl, I see.”

“Nah, baby, we just want you to be silent.”

“I swear I’ll stop!” you replied with a short laugh. You could see on their faces that they didn’t find you funny. “Just let me say –”

“Just shut up before we really make you to” Namjoon warned with a pointed look. The frustration became evident on them; they clearly wanted you to submit, scared of them taking advantage of you. They were too used to frightening people into submission. What pair of fools.

“Oh? Why don’t you try?” you dared, batting your eyelashes at both men. Seokjin scoffed before taking you by the hair (again) to lift you until you were sat on the bed, and he got nose to nose with you. You complained for the harshness of his action, but loved it nonetheless.

“Remember you asked for it, sweetheart” Seokjin said lowly, almost in a grunt, before crashing his mouth on yours so hard that both your teeth clashed and clicked. He kissed you with vigor and violence, making it really difficult to keep up with his rhythm. Your lips ached already from the way he suctioned them. The only thing you could do was to whimper.

It was even hard to breath properly in that heated make out, so you felt more and more lightheaded than when you were drugged. His tongue wasted no time entering and reclaiming the whole inside of your mouth, and you could feel his warm spit getting into your cavity but also dripping from your lips the sloppier he became. It was safe to say that you were elated with the ferocity of the older Kim and proof of it was the wetness that you felt leaking from your see-through underwear to your inner thighs. Suddenly, the man separated from you with a wet sound, and you instinctively took a big breath quick enough before Seokjin moved you by the hair to collide with Namjoon’s mouth this time.

If Seokjin was dizzying, Namjoon was electrifying. He wasn’t as pressing but his hands seized your hips roughly and his tongue wasn’t letting go of yours; he even bit your lower lip here and there. At some point, his lips took a hold of your tongue and he sucked it viciously, while his brother pushed your head against the assaulting mouth insistently.  

“Open up, honey” Seokjin grunted in your ear, and you didn’t know what he was talking about until you felt a big, cold hand on your inner thigh, a hair away from your pussy. He dabbed the skin there, no doubt entertained with all the wetness that seeped from your panties, but the demon that he was could not give you the satisfaction of touching your cunt properly.

With a man devouring your mouth and the other holding you still and rubbing nimbly your folds and flesh, you did start feeling overwhelmed – the kind of overwhelmed where you need more direct stimulation, though. So you whined loud. Namjoon released you.

“Want more, baby?” No words were left in your mind, so you nodded. The younger Kim, with wild fire lightning up his hooded eyes, smiled big in a shark-like smile – deadly, deadly, deadly. “Hyung” His brother looked up at him, and both shared a knowing look, like they already had planned the next step. Maybe they did.

But you had no time to think about anything. Each of them took one of your knees and shoved you back until you were lying on top of your tied hands; then, they parted and lifted your naked legs as much as your damned good elasticity allowed, ending up folded in half. And, somehow, they made themselves fit in that space side by side, as large as both were.

Next thing you knew, someone’s teeth were pulling your flimsy underwear down, grazing lightly your folds. You cursed, throwing your head back and thinking how the hell did you ended up in the best-case scenario possible. Taking you underwear out of your body in a flash, the Kim brothers seemed very eager to please you – or to torture you in their own way. Whatever they planned, you had no other choice but to take it.

Soon enough, a rough tongue parted your folds rudely and licked your juices away with the urgency of someone that doesn’t want a single drop wasted. Then, another tongue appeared, but this one went straight to your clit to punish you in the most delicious way possible: whoever it was, started by sucking it fervently, petting it with his tongue at the same time until he touched a nerve that made you scream, and jabbed at it repeatedly. They didn’t spare a single gaze in your direction, and, with the way you were losing your mind piece by piece, it was difficult to focus and distinguish who was who when both their heads were down – but whoever was lapping at your labia, now circled your wet hole with his whole tongue just the way you liked, both to tease and lubricate you.

Though their attention was getting overwhelming, it was also nice, because you had been shared by several men in various occasions in the past but none of them ever used you like this. No, they only cared to get their dicks in whatever part of your body they could and get off in there – and, really, you never minded since you weren’t expecting (nor didn’t want) a romantic lovemaking night where you ended up satisfied and chirping. Business was business. The Kims, however…

“You were so smart a minute ago, now can’t even form a single word?” It was Seokjin taunting you, lifting his head from your mount and you realized he was the one assaulting your poor clit. Of course it was him.

“You fucking idiot,” you started in a breathy voice, trying with all your might to fixate on him and not get distracted by Namjoon penetrating you with his tongue. “you don’t need my instructions, you’re eating my cunt like you’re my good bitch on your own.” At that, he pressed his thumb on your sensitive button roughly, and moved it in circles keeping the same pressure. “Fuck!” you exclaimed out of surprise.

“Goddamn, do I have to force something down your throat, stupid slut?” And then, he did force his index and middle finger into your mouth, pressing on your tongue to slide down your throat. The older Kim was extremely short-tempered, you concluded – it explained why people kept talking about the violent Kim brother whenever a massacre was done out of seemingly nowhere.

You have heard millions of stories of them, one worse than the other, but you were too prideful to believe even an ounce of whatever dumb shit they supposedly did. Burning down a whole building? Yeah, right. Bombing an enemy’s car? Suuure. Kidnapping a whole family because the father dared to go and try to take advantage of them? Well, maybe that had some truth, given your actual position. No doubt, all of those things – if true – were Seokjin’s idea.

Speaking of the devil, he almost hits the back of your throat with the tip of his longer digit, forcing the ugly and loud sounds of gargling out of you. The choking itself wasn’t so bad, but his insistence of keep pushing and pushing was making your jaw hurt a little. Drool was all over your lower face and his fingers, sliding down from between them and dripping into his palm. Through your teary vision, you catch a glimpse of Seokjin’s sadistic smile, so pleased with your degradation. You made sounds of complaint between gargles.

“See why you have to watch your tone with me, dumb cumdump? And quit pushing your luck because we will fuck your whore cunt into submission.” Right at that moment, you felt a hand parting your asscheeks and something wet circling your wrinkled hole. A surprised whimper escaped you. With a short chuckle, Seokjin took hold of your face with his free hand. “Right, and we will fuck your ass too, sweetpie.” His fingers left your mouth suddenly, and you took a big gasp of air, not knowing what else to expect from the brothers.

You didn’t have too much time to wonder because a finger surprised you bottoming out in your back entrance. No easing into it, no finesse, just plain, old Seokjin penetrating your ass with his long finger as a punishment of some sort. But was it really punishment if you were enjoying it? It was not, but Seokjin didn’t need to know that.

You could feel every knuckle, every ridge of his digit grazing your tender insides; stretching you, sliding in and out with the help of your saliva on his index. You whined out loud shamelessly at the sensations, which only spurred the men to go faster. You saw it in his eyes: he was merciless.

“You like it, sweetheart? You like when we’re rough to you?” This time, Namjoon got up on his knees to speak to you, in his low, raspy register. You moaned and clenched on Seokjin really hard when his eyes fixated intently on yours. Like bewitched by his dominant aura, you nodded to him dumbly. “Oh yeah? Should we take it up a notch?” His brother got out of his way so he could descend on you and capture your mouth in another ardent kiss. His whole frame pinned you down, coercing you to accept whatever nibs and licks he was giving into your cavity – not that you weren’t willing to accept them in the first place, though.

Distracted enough by his searing kiss, he seized his chance to push down your bra and take hold of your left breast; most precisely, to take hold of your nipple between his index finger and thumb, and squeeze it. He swallowed every noise or gasp you made while squeezing and rolling your nipple until it hardened. Meanwhile, his older brother had made way for a second finger in your ass and was scissoring them to open you up more and more. All of this was way more than you expected, but in a good way.

“Please,” you gasped when Namjoon went to suck your lower lip. “untie me, please” you begged in a whine. If there was just one thing you would beg for tonight, it was for them to let your arms go, because having your own weight on them plus Namjoon’s was cutting your circulation fast. Both men stared at you pointedly. “I swear I’ll not try anything funny, I just can’t feel them anymore.”

None of them believe you; however, Namjoon gets off of you and turn your whole body over with a single move of his hand, getting off the bed too. Seokjin is quick to get you on your knees and get his fingers back into you, now adding a third. You face to the side to the night table just in time to see the younger man opening the drawer and getting out a small knife. Your heart accelerated at the prospect of real harm but you didn’t show it. It would only put you in disadvantage in front of the men.

Luckily for you, Namjoon only used the knife to cut the ropes that bound your wrists. You let them fall to your sides with a satisfied moan at being liberated, despite not being capable of moving them yet.

“Does the princess have any other request?” The younger Kim, who was the one that tied you in the first place, inquired sarcastically with a tilt of his head, toying with the tip of the weapon. Closing your eyes and exhaling heavily at one deeper thrust of Seokjin’s fingers, you nodded.

“Can you fuck me already? The fingering is getting boring” you taunted in a thread of voice, weakened at the feeling of Seokjin’s dry digits grazing harshly your insides. The aching in your fingered asshole only added to your over-stimulated body – and to add to it, you felt a sting on your right ass-cheek that spread all over your skin. It barely even hurt on your long-stimulated body; instead, it felt like electricity hitting right on your sensitive clit. Seokjin’s hand was big and heavy, and he slapped you one more time on the same place. You moaned when it echoed between your legs.

“Boring? I was being nice.” And he slapped now on your other cheek. You yelped. “I was being a gentleman and stretching you.” He hit you a couple more time on the tender and red flesh; you kept your eyes close since the first impact and whimpered but still took it like a good girl. While all of that was going on behind you, something sticky and wet rubbed on your upper lip. When you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of Namjoon’s monstruous cock pocking the corner of your mouth. You opened it to let him in, but he was content with painting your face with his precum. “But ungrateful whores like you don’t deserve niceness” Seokjin spat – figuratively and literally. You felt his spittle drip down the crack of your ass, and then, a hard rod impaling you.

You screamed out of surprise and the pain of being overstretched; the man’s fingers, as many as they were, did not compare in the slightest to his penis. The thick and curved meat hammered into you as soon as it entered, leaving you breathless with the vigor of the movement. Seokjin’s drove his hips into you with guttural groans and wild abandon, not giving you a moment to catch your breath. Honestly, you felt a little in love with the way he was rearranging your guts – and more so when you felt the tips of his fingers wandering on your clit.

“Ah, so now you finally have nothing to say?"

You were just about to give Seokjin an out of breath but clever retort, when Namjoon took advantage of your wide-open mouth and eased his own dick into it. Gentler than his older brother, he just glided his member in and out, more so to wet it with your saliva than to pleasure himself. Despite being a heartless hit man with no morals, he saw the overwhelming pounding Seokjin subjected you to and felt a little compassion for your clearly tired self.

Taking his cock out of your mouth, he started to fuck his own hand. You stared at him in confusion – didn’t he want to use you like his brother? – but you understood what he really wanted when he got his crotch closer to your face, still jacking himself off. Keeping your mouth open, you received one of Namjoon’s balls inside, slurping it right away. You licked and sucked on it hard, until you could hear him groan louder than the slapping of Seokjin’s hips into your ass. Letting saliva pool in your cavity, you soaked his nut thoroughly before passing to the other, and lave on it. Looking up pass the standing penis invading your vision, your eyes found Namjoon’s heated ones; you just now looked at him but his piercing dragon eyes hadn’t left your face not even for a second.

You intuited there was something behind his intense staring, but Seokjin’s hand snaked, once more, to your scalp and grasped, hair tightly in a fist and pulled back.

“You’re slacking. Weren’t you supposed to lure us to ruin with a good fuck?”

Namjoon seated with his back on the headrest and his legs on each side of where you and his brother were on your knees. Seokjin, with the zero consideration he had with you, threw you sideways onto his brother and you realized he wanted you to face him now. You smirked and gulped enough air to push his buttons again.

“You’re the one doing all the work. Can’t you not even satisfy yourself? Maybe the problem isn’t me but that teeny weeny peanut dick.” You saw a frown appear on Seokjin’s handsome face and, next thing you knew, his hand was coming down to slap you on the cheek. Just like the slaps in your ass, this one stung but send waves of electricity all over your skin. You groaned and put your still weak hand on your cheek to sooth the dull pain. “You’re too easy to work up, dude. Insecure much?” you sneered.

The man’s response was to take hold of your legs and open them to fit himself. He moved close enough to your body that you felt every inch of his manhood when he grinded it roughly in between your folds, which, at this point, were drenched and dripping, and that only made the glide very slippery. You moaned when his tip aimed to your nub, hitting the bundle of nerves repeatedly. He just grunted.

Behind you, Namjoon got his hands on your breasts, massaging them almost tenderly, while his hips thrusted up a little until his member lodged between your asscheeks. You didn’t expect his lips roaming on your neck, and much less for him to leave open-mouthed kisses and a trail of saliva there where his tongue licked; you were too distracted squealing as Seokjin gripped your waist and rammed his cock into your pussy in one go. By now, after everything you went through, nothing too soft or vanilla would satisfy you enough; the spark of excitement was always missing when men fucked you slowly and carefully. You were a woman of action, of adrenaline – so you liked how he was rough and wild.

“Are you liking how Seokjin fucks your pussy, baby?” Namjoon murmured right in your ear before taking your earlobe between his lips and sucking it. He was the real menace. “You want him to fill you up? Because, I’ll tell you a secret,” If it wasn’t for his closeness – his mouth glued to your ear – you wouldn’t be capable of hearing him due to the smacking of skin with skin and the blood that was rushing in your ears. “That’s all he thought about since he found you.” Through half lidded eyes, you looked up at the older man while Namjoon kept talking. “Fill you until you were gushing with his cum. Mark you as his bitch, he said.” He cupped your breasts and played with both your nipples, but you couldn’t even close your eyes at the feeling because you couldn’t miss even a second of the sight Seokjin was.

You didn’t really like him like that, but it was undeniable that he was one of the most beautiful men you have seen – now more than ever. His face was flushed and glowing, with a drop of sweat down his side; his full and bitten-red lips a little open in a panting; his cold stare down to you, judging you, hating you, and yet, fucking you franticly… And you haven’t even started on his god-like body. If you had to be attracted to someone, it would be someone like him: heartless, vain, profane. Someone not afraid of wanting, not afraid of taking.

“And, you know? Good bitches have to be bred.” Out of a sudden, Namjoon had his fingers shamelessly torturing your clitoris. You squeeze Seokjin’s member and moaned in a high-pitch, feeling your insides tightening fast. “That’s why we brought you, to stuff you with cum until our bitch is well bred– fucked until you beg to be filled over and over again.” Your breath shook as a result of his words, and your core was clenching until the point of no return. Just then, the older Kim reangled himself and penetrated you deeper, nudging all your hot insides with the tip of his long cock. “Would you like that, sweetheart? For us to put a baby into you? To fuck you until you´re round and can do nothing but take our cocks in all your holes all day?” The speed of his digits on you increased, rubbing past the hood that covered you most sensitive part. You cried when he started touching directly on the nervous nub. “Come on, baby, I know you want it. Beg for it.”

“Ye-yes” you exhaled, overwhelmed with sensations. You were so close that anything you heard sounded hot and cum-inducing. Being reduced to a bearing slave and a hole to warm their cocks? Hell yeah. “I wa-want you to – want you to b-breed me. Please!” With a sharp movement of his index finger, Namjoon made your tense core snap. You cried louder when your climax hit you all at once; your cunt tensed and gripped Seokjin like a vice, while all blood flushed down south of your body and electricity ran all on your clit, folds and thighs. For a second, everything was white and muted, and Seokjin’s clash with your body prolonged your climax, sending wave after wave of more electricity. “Please, breed me. I’m your bitch, cum in me, please” you murmured in the middle of ecstasy. You couldn’t keep your mouth shut normally, much less in that mind-altering moment.

Seokjin stopped for a moment, releasing your legs, though you didn’t realize it until you felt his tongue forcing his way into your mouth. You had no energy to kiss him back, but it was not needed; he took your jaw and forced your lips to apart with his. Once again, he licked all inside your cavity, brushing your tongue with his and sucking each of your lips until they were red. You let him do as he pleased, and it even felt quite nice to make out so passionately after cumming so hard.

However, none of the men had cummed yet. Still hazed, you felt strong arms hooking under your knees and lifting you, causing you to circle your arms around a neck to avoid falling. You hugged yourself to Seokjin while he got up from the bed and stood on the floor beside it – cock never leaving your pussy. Focusing again on reality, you felt the heat of Namjoon’s body behind you when his skin sticked to yours. With an extraordinary strength you didn’t know he had, Seokjin moved your body up on his standing dick and down until he bottomed out. From this upright position, gravity naturally made your body go lower and the thick penis go deeper. You whined from overstimulation.

“Shush, whore. Didn’t you wanna be bred? This is how filthy whores have their cunt filled” the older brother grunted. You whined louder like the brattiest of brats just to annoy him. At this point he could only roll his eyes to you. Though your fun didn’t last long – next time Seokjin pulled you down, you found yourself filled to the brim suddenly.

It took a little patience and team work from all parties to make both of them fit into your pussy at the same time. You whimpered for real the whole time, closing your eyes tightly, because you were stretched to the limit, and despite having done this before, it was never with two cocks that large. Between shaky exhales, you felt Namjoon tonguing at the spot under your ear and nibbling his way to the base of your throat.

“Holy shit, it’s better than I thought” Seokjin groaned, half lidded eyes posed on your strained face. “Do you like your cunt stuffed like this, baby?” He saw the intention to clapback when you barely opened your eyes, so he thrusted the tiniest bit up to tear a yelp off of you. He admitted to himself that he kind of admired your tenacity; you came this far and never once had you showed the littlest trace of fear or regret – no, you kept pushing and challenging them even in that moment. It really was admirable how far you would go for your fortune.

Finally, you felt yourself reaching the base of their penises, with much, much effort. You couldn’t think, much less utter a single word from how overwhelmed you felt. All you could do was gasp and gape like a fish, digging your fingers on Seokjin’s shoulder – who was enjoying every second of your helplessness. Having you at his mercy was all he had thought about for years, and all he had needed was patience and time. And there you were.

“You turned out just a meek kitten, baby” Namjoon commented on your left ear, swiveling his hips slowly into you. “I don’t like proving Seokjin right and I told him he was fucking crazy with this stupid plan, but here we are.” Both of them secured their hold on your legs, and just like that started moving taking turns; each time one was out, the other penetrated you with a hard thrust.

“Told you this dumb whore would fall for it” Seokjin grunted, looking down at the place where all three of you connected. “She thinks running a business is fucking people and that’s it. ‘Cause that’s how you made your way to the top, right? There’s no other way for you to get anywhere, as useless as you are.” Seokjin was really, really into degrading you. He spat his words to your face with the utmost disgust, pounding into you harder whenever he said something demeaning. “You’d been a disgusting slut since daddy gave you the wheel, hadn’t you? Letting anybody use your cunt, dripping everywhere you go with any bastard’s cum.”

Now they were really getting into it – and so were you. Heat stirred up in your core again and you found yourself panting and whimpering, needing more. You opened your glazed eyes and focused on Seokjin, expecting he catches up the silent begging. He did, but he would make you suffer before anything.

“It was going to be a surprise, baby, but your beautiful, tortured face is weakening me a little so I’ll tell you.” Still shaking you everywhere with their pounding, the older of the brothers got his mouth on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and he bitted hard enough to hurt. When he heard you scream, he sucked the tender spot and laved his tongue on the dents he left, before getting right by your right ear to talk. “You’ll stay here with us. We will shoot your brother, steal your kingdom and make everything, including you, Kim property.”

Namjoon fucks into you at the last sentence, not waiting for his brother to be fully out. You shout as he fills you suddenly; the pressure of his entire cock inside of you, alongside the half Seokjin didn’t get out, got your whole body quivering. A collective gasp echoed in the room, and after that, the smacking of skin with skin resumed.

“You know what your future here holds, baby? It was true, we will knock you up,” Namjoon’s satin voice paired with his ramming into you every time he said will made goosebumps run up your spine and your insides to tighten. “We will make you bear our children, and we will make you tend to them only for the rest of your life. What about that, baby? The great mafia princess lessened into a breeding machine, good for nothing but popping out our babies.”

After hearing his brother, Seokjin begins fucking into you rougher, more urgent, moving one hand to your throat so you won’t look anywhere but at him as he fucks you. Sweat was making it difficult for you to keep your hold on his strained biceps so, in a particularly hard thrust, you sank your fingers, nails and all, deep onto his skin with a moan. Both brothers bang into you together, cocks heedlessly slamming and dragging over your walls, their pace picking up as they jackhammered into your pussy at the same time, into the same spot. They were rubbing your insides raw; sensitive skin swollen and unbearably tender, way past the point of pain and pushing into pleasure.

“This is your life now, sweetheart” Seokjin panted on your face, now holding you by the jaw. “Get used to being my bitch because I’ve been waiting for too long to fuck” he thrusted up with force. “my seed” His brother caught on his rhythm and now you had to cocks punctuating every word with rough movements. “into you.” With one last pound of the two members, filling ridiculously stretched and overly sensitive inside and out – and with a single stroke of Namjoon’s magic fingers on your clit – you tip over the edge. You scream, your muscles tense everywhere like a rubber band before releasing all at once, and both men keep fucking you despite you blacking out for a moment.

Fucking themselves into you, both brothers knew they wouldn’t last much longer given how you clenched around them, your walls throbbing alongside their cocks. Unable to hold out anymore, Namjoon groans low, hips getting sloppier as he started pumping his come deep into you. It just took Seokjin one more spasm from your cunt to moan loud and long and come beside his brother, white ropes filling you up as both of them continued to fuck every last drop inside. White, liquid cum seeped from your pussy and between their joined members to their thighs. All of your chests heaved in and out to catch your breaths, and just then they realized you let yourself fall onto Seokjin, body liquified and mind still out there.

#bts one shot #bts x reader #bts smut #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #namjoon #seokjin #bts #mafia #mafia au #female reader #the title is silly but anyways #requested #i tried to be smart and make a word play in the title just humor me im so funny

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Independent clever Hero who doesn’t trust the brooding villains true feelings for them, and keeps second guessing everything villain does!!

“Enchantée,” the hero purred. Their eyes were drawn to the supervillain, concentrated and observing quietly. Every micro-expression, every little change — nothing escaped the hero. They were highly focused on their target and they didn’t plan on failing this mission. “It’s a pleasure to have met you.”

The supervillain gave them a once over and hummed satisfactorily. All night long, they’d been in a good mood and the hero had used that to get close to them. Rare opportunities like this demanded to be taken advantage of. The hero was ready to sacrifice whatever this mission needed them to.

Everything had gone smoothly but — unfortunately — it would’ve been much easier if it wasn’t for the villain.

The villain who was currently squeezing their wineglass hard enough to make it crack and burst. The villain who kept glaring at them. The villain who had helped them get an invitation (in exchange for a ridiculous amount of money) and introduced them to the supervillain.

“We will meet again, I hope,” the supervillain said.

“I could pay you a visit once the gala is over,” the hero said. “If you’ll have me.”

Their eyes found the supervillain’s lips and they were this close to making a move. This close to gaining a drop of their trust and getting a second meeting.

“Lovely idea. I don’t think your date over there—” they nodded towards the villain who had murder in their eyes “—would appreciate that, though. But, yeah. Enchantée.” They smiled politely, did something close to a bow and disappeared in the crowd filled with boring people.

The hero turned around immediately, burning from the inside as they approached their “date.”

“What are you doing?” they hissed. They took away the cracked glass and placed it on the bar behind the villain. They didn’t have time for this nonsense, god, they had almost nothing.

Unfortunately, the supervillain was someone who would come to social gatherings once in a blue moon. How the hell were you supposed to build a relationship with someone who lived like a fucking hermit crab? How the hell were you supposed to get all the information on them when they revealed absolutely nothing?

The hero sighed and the villain just stared.

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

The villain blinked, looking confused, then angry again. The hero knew they didn’t talk much but god, if they were acting suspicious enough for the supervillain to notice…it sabotaged the whole operation, it ruined everything.

“What were you doing anyway? Destroying wineglasses?”

“The other one was a champagne glass,” the villain said.

“Christ, you’ve got some nerves.” The hero stared at the crowd, trying to spot the supervillain but it was useless — they were probably in their hotel already, or even worse, scheming in their home.

Eventually, the hero eyes fell on the glass again. The cracks looked like spiderwebs, drawing across the glass. And then, they realised there was blood on the glass.

The hero looked at their nemesis’ hands and indeed, they were bleeding.

“Hell, why did you…” The hero didn’t finish the sentence nor the thought. Instead, they took the villain’s hand into theirs and observed once again. Suddenly, it didn’t matter that much that the supervillain had gotten away.

So what? They’d have to improvise, as always. The hero’s intuition was brilliant, something they’d trained to perfection. Next time, if there was a next time, they would get them and they would finish this.

“What made you so angry?” They hadn’t found any shards, so they stole a napkin from the bar and dabbed on the villain’s skin, soaking up the blood carefully.

“…don’t you know?”

No. No, the hero didn’t know. The hero did not know. And maybe, the hero didn’t want to know. Maybe they shouldn’t have asked, maybe they shouldn’t have done this.

Because this couldn’t be the reason, right? This couldn’t be the explanation.

“No,” the hero lied.

“Oh.” The muscles in the villain’s fingers spasmed whenever the hero came close to the cuts but the hero held them gently and was careful. “It was just an accident.”

Somehow, hearing that was more devastating than watching the supervillain leave.

#writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

[crybabyceline]

Some Angst with a capital A because I’m simply in the mood for it :( Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, pregnancy, some arguing, description of body after death, probably more but idk..tread carefully please, sad fic under the cut!!!

Simon never wanted or intended to bring Ghost and his harsh demeanor home to you when he returned from his deployments. He liked to keep his work life seperate from his home life, from you and the lovely relationship you built together. Sometimes it happened though, and unfortunately for you it was just part of dating a weathered and traumatized military man, sometimes he had terrible days and all you could do was try your best to help the situation.

It seemed tonight you were useless in trying to coax him from his fit of blackout drunken rage, throwing your hands in the air as you argued about something you don’t remember. It was something small that had quickly escalated into you crying and Simon-Ghost, throwing your living room decor across the room while you cowered against the wall.

“You’re always fuckin’ crying..always complainin’ about shit that has nothin’ to do with me! Your life is made so easy by me, you have no fuckin’ idea what I go through for you and yet you’re still always bitching!” He practically screamed, ripping your shared lamp out of the wall and throwing it with force across the room towards you, too close for comfort as it broke against the wall next to you.

You flinched, hands shaky as you tried to stand your ground, yelling back much quieter than his booming voice did. “It’s not easy dealing with you, Simon! Please, just fucking calm down, you’re scaring me! You’re acting crazy!” You sobbed, wiping your tears as you finally gained the courage to look up at him. You didn’t like the sight before you at all. His eyes were blown wide, eyebrows pinched in an angry frown as his chest heaved with every breath he took.

“I’m acting crazy?! You-….” He laughed bitterly, sitting down on the couch and lighting a cigarette to try and destress himself, knee bouncing as he flung his lighter across the coffee table carelessly, taking a long drag and murmuring, “If that’s how you feel, then get the fuck out of my house..I’m hard to deal with, she says…well, then get out. I paid for everything in here, down to the clothes on your fuckin’ back, you’d be nothing without me, you know that? Just fuckin’ leave, I don’t want you here anyways.”

You inhaled sharply, sobbing uncontrollably at his cold words, chest stinging as you turned and made your way to the bedroom. You quickly packed a bag, mind racing a million miles a minute as you picked up your phone with shaky hands and tried to think of someone to call. You didn’t really have anyone there for you, anyone in your life like Simon was. But this wasn’t Simon tonight, it was someone else and you knew if you stayed then it would only get worse.

You stayed in your shared bedroom for some time, mind reeling as you tried to call a few family members with no answer. Your mind was trying to form a plan for the night when Ghost walked in, bloodshot eyes glaring down at you like you were nothing. You quickly stood up, grabbing your bag and gnawing nervously at your lip as his eyes bore into you.

“Thought I told you to get out..” He spoke as he stepped closer, his tone eerily calm as you clutched your duffel bag. He grabbed your arm, pulling you gently but firmly towards the hallway and out towards the front door. You had no choice but to follow him, trying to plead with him as he pushed you towards the door.

“Simon, please..I have nowhere else to go! I-I’ll sleep on the couch, please…just don’t make me leave…” You whispered up at him, lip wobbly as the tears began to fall down your cheeks again. He simply shook his head at you, fists balled tight as his orders were disobeyed. It took everything in him not to shout at you, something about you acting scared and helpless triggered him, fueling his drunken episode even more. He wasn’t in his right mind, only thinking of himself when he grabbed your bag from you, throwing it behind him somewhere in the hallway.

“Get. Out. You arent takin’ shit that I paid for. Now go, I won’t repeat myself…” He looked right through you, leaning forward to open the front door as he grabbed your arm and shoved you out into the cold winter air. You were writhing against him, crying hard as you tried to push your way back in, yelling shakily. “S-Simon, I’m sorry! Please! I’m pregnant, don’t do this!” You cried desperately, trying to cling to him when he flung you off his arm, making you stumble back and land on your ass on the porch. The snow began to seep into your pants and you shivered as you scrambled to stand up.

“How fuckin’ dare you, I cannot believe you’d lie just for a place to lay your head…you make me sick, I fuckin’ hate comin’ home to you and all your bullshit, I’ve done it for the last time. Find someone else to coddle you, I’m done.” He spoke, way too calmly as he slammed the door in your face, locking the deadbolt. You were panicking now, your small hands banging on the front door as you sobbed.

So much time went by that you weren’t sure if Simon had fallen asleep or if he just didn’t care at all about you anymore. You shivered hard as you wrapped your arms around your body, looking around the porch and outside helplessly. There was nowhere to go, no one to help you. You thought of calling 911 before realizing you left your phone on the dresser, and then you thought of just bundling up and trying to tough it out before you realized Simon took your belongings from you.

You were too cold to cry anymore, sniffling numbly as you began to walk down the street in the snow, shivering and trembling as you tried to think of a solution. You had your house slippers on, but no coat and no extra clothes with you. You truly didn’t know what to do, you were out of options so you knocked on a few of your neighbors doors. None of them answered, probably due to the fact that it was so late at night.

You had never felt so helpless, turning down an alley and sitting down between two dumpsters to try and hide from the wind as you hugged yourself tightly. You couldn’t help but think of your baby, how you were so excited and just waiting for the right time to tell him when he came home from his tour. Now look at you. You were fully alone for the first time in your life since meeting Simon. You were scared out of your mind as the feeling of dread and hopelessness began to seep into your bones, along with the bitter cold of the negative temperature outside. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, praying to God for someone to save you. No one came.

—

Simon had downed an entire fifth by himself that night after you left, wanting to forget every thought that came into his mind. He was still drunk when he heard a knock at the front door the next morning, sitting up and groggily shuffling towards the noise. He ran a hand down the front of his face, unable to remember the exact events that took place before he picked up the bottle.

“Can I help you?” He grumbled quietly, looking down at the two officers as he tried to mask his anxiety. His face softened as he noticed one of the officers holding your wallet, your Hello Kitty charm dangling off the zipper clear as day. He instinctively reached for it before pulling his hand back, mumbling softly. “Wh…what’s this..?” He frowned, shaking his head and letting his eyes fall back upon the officers.

“We’re looking for a “Simon Riley”, that you..? This was her home address, says here you’re her husband..” He spoke evenly, pursing his lips and pointing to your ID and a small paper with your emergency contact on it, of course it was Simon. His heart dropped as his brain began to piece together the events of last night, the words of the officer instantly sobering him up.

“It was? Was? What do you mean was? Is she alright?” He couldn’t hide his anxiety this time, hands fumbling as he began to reach for your wallet again, shaking his head. The officer placed a hand on Simon’s shoulder, guiding him back inside as he sighed quietly. “Let’s sit down, this may be some difficult news for you, sir...”

Simon’s whole world came crashing down when he heard the words that came out of the officers mouth next. His mind was a blur, unable to process anything as his ears began to ring. You were gone. Because of him. The officer continued to explain the situation, saying that you were found by a homeless man in an alleyway, blue and cold in the early hours of the morning. He had alerted the local diner once they opened of his discovery. Upon the police’s arrival and investigation, you were unresponsive, frozen, no pulse. You were pronounced dead on the scene.

Simon shook his head in disbelief, frowning at the officers and holding your wallet tightly as he looked down at your gorgeous ID picture smiling up at him, taunting him. “No, no, what do you mean?…this isn’t real, this can’t be real… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, I’m so sorry…” He stood up, running his fingers through his hair as a harsh sob broke through his body. “I-I don’t know what I was thinking, oh god! I-I told her to get out, oh no, I knew she had nowhere to go…” He fell to his knees, still gripping your wallet tightly as he wailed in anguish. All of the terrible things Simon had ever endured throughout his life had no equivalent to the pain he was currently feeling from your loss.

The officers shuffled awkwardly in the living room, sighing and waiting patiently as they were unsure how to comfort him. He was inconsolable for a solid 10 minutes before he stood up on his feet, tucking your wallet safely in his pocket and wiping his face. “Can-can I see her? Please, one last time…” He whispered shakily, staring at the two officers. They nodded, telling him he had to come to the station and answer some questions anyways.

The three of them piled into the police car, Simon sitting in the back as his mind drowned in guilt. He was plagued with the knowledge that this was entirely his doing, he was a fucking murderer. A real murderer, and not just for his country anymore. His wife was dead because of his own disgusting actions. He felt sick, he hated that he could barely remember what happened that last night, he was so stupidly drunk. He sat up, hunching over the seat as he emptied the contents of his stomach on the floor of the car, much to the officers dismay.

Simon couldn’t get to you fast enough when they reached the morgue, hands trembling and body mourning as they led him to the basement, to your body. The mortician walked him to a stretcher near the corner of the room, slowly unzipping the body bag to reveal your pale skin, still curled up in the position they found you in. Simons chest felt like it was going to explode when he finally laid his eyes upon you, exhaling sharply as tears began to pool in his eyes.

“W-why is she…curled up like that..? My princess, oh honey, I’m so sorry…” He mumbled, delicately stroking your cheek as he began to break down and cry. “Thaw Mortis,” The mortician explained carefully to Simon. “When the body freezes to death, the muscles are frozen in the position the body was in…” He continued to speak but Simon didn’t hear a word, too encapsulated by your stark beauty, even in the state you were in now.

Your lips and nose were purple, skin a light blue color and you were unnaturally cold and stiff against the contrast of Simon’s warm hand against your face. “Baby? Please…come back to me…I’m so sorry, angel…so fuckin’ sorry…” He whispered frantically, rubbing softly at your cheeks as he waited for a miracle, for your eyes to open so this nightmare could end. He waited for what seemed like an eternity, the mortician and officers waiting in the background while he mourned over you.

He waited for anything, for you to say something, for you to tell him you hated him, for you to push him away as his tears fell over your face, but nothing happened. This wasn’t your body anymore, it was just a shell. Simon had destroyed anything you ever were, all of your life and energy was gone, drained, you were empty. For the first time in his entire life, Simon was lost. He truly didn’t know what to do, so he did the only thing he could think of. He pressed his lips against yours, gasping at the feeling of your usually warm, inviting lips being so cold and stiff.

The officers gently tried to pull him away as he ran his fingers delicately through your tangled hair, placing a chair under him as they sat him down. “Now..” the mortician began, “You may be overwhelmed with the news I have, I’m not sure if you were aware but, your wife..when she passed, she was with child. My autopsy reveals she was around 12 weeks when she passed. I’m sorry.” He nodded curtly, placing his hands behind his back and looking away uncomfortably.

Simon couldn’t describe the rush of emotions he felt at the mention of a baby inside of you, and he suddenly remembered you telling him you were pregnant last night in a desperate attempt to save yourself. The guilt coursing through his veins made his heart ache heavily, tears streaming down his cheeks as he gently pet your hair. “My baby, oh my god, how could I have done this to you? M’so sorry, my sweet girl, m’s-so sorry..” He buried his face in your hair, inhaling softly and hoping to find the remnants of your shampoo, but you didn’t smell like you anymore. Nothing was the same because you weren’t you anymore. You were gone. And so was his baby, any possibility or idea of a happy family with his beloved wife was banished.

Simon was so anguished and broken after your passing, drinking himself into a stupor for days on end to try and ease the feelings of sadness, depression, guilt, and disgust he felt. All he could see was your cold face, your body being lowered into the ground at your funeral. Your family was absent, reminding him that all you really had was Simon, and he had failed you miserably. He didn’t eat much, didn’t shower, barely slept unless he forced himself to pass out. He didn’t show up for his next deployment, his upcoming service completely forgotten about which brought on his captain John Price coming to pay him a personal visit, concerned for his Lieutenant after learning that you passed. When he arrived at the documented address, he was met with no answer to his knocking.

John didn’t want all his effort to be for nothing, he just couldn’t leave empty handed so he used his lock picking skills to get the door open, calling out Simon’s name gruffly into the dim home. It reeked of grief, stale air and liquor but he pushed through the front door anyways, slowly walking through the hallway as he began to search the rooms. He observed the messy home, the lamp that was still smashed in the living room, the empty bottles littered throughout the home and all your belongings that were still laying about on random surfaces, untouched by Simon who was convinced you were coming back.

He nearly threw up as he pushed open the door to what was once a shared bedroom, the stench of Simon’s body hitting his nose as he covered his mouth. The sight before him was sickening, terrifying even as he moved closer and pressed two fingers against his neck, checking his pulse. Simon was dead, and must have been for days with the way his body was decomposing on the bed.

Simon Riley had died from Broken Heart Syndrome a mere six days after losing you, drowned in his own grief and sickness in bed, curled up and cold as he clutched your hello kitty wallet in his hands.

#celinesthoughts #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #mw2 #call of duty mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #ghost cod

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If its ok what if

Lloyd hansen x reader x steve rogers

🥵 smutt

ya know, it took me a loooong time--this ask is from september--to come up with something, but today's the day apparently! And, AND! The lovely @darsynia made me an awesome graphic whilst I wrote all this filth! Thank you, bestie!!! WC 3.3k

Warnings for oh fuck these two are terrors, smut, goddamn fighting (obviously, bc they can't get along in any universe), possibly the worst fucking puns ever and I no longer care, terrible/inaccurate/but very mild dom/sub vibes, not much but knife play. Please note that this work does not involve the two men together. Alternate title: Ro is 1,000% [nope, better make it 1,000,000%] going to hell. MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY. There is plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you!

You can tell Steve is about to crawl out of his skin as the knife touches yours.

"You buy these pretty things for me?" Lloyd coos, tucking the point of his switchblade beneath a lacy seam. He knows damn well the navy set with bright red hearts is not for his enjoyment at all, so he turns his head to stare at your husband.

"Useless," Lloyd growls, flicking his wrist deftly.

The sliced fabric springs back to reveal your thatch of hair. You have no idea whether Lloyd was talking about your panties or Steve, and frankly, you're too turned on to care. There’s a certain amount of goading you expected aimed at the awkward hunk leaning on the far wall.

Steve clenches his arms tighter across his chest and sucks in a breath, eyes darting to your skin in case Lloyd drew blood, but his gaze lingers at your almost exposed core.

He hates this whole idea, but you have tried talking to him so many times about how to make sex more interesting. Steve can't stand to even listen to the words much less do what you want. This is the compromise.

Lloyd Hansen will do anyone for the right price, and sure, usually, that's killing, but who doesn't love a good fuck? Who wouldn't get half-hard just thinking about taking Captain America's wife to pound town right in front of the guy?

Lloyd simply smirks, returning his eyes to you and nudging the lace a little farther. The flat of the blade on your mound feels cold and so fucking dangerous that you shiver, neck tensing to throw your head back.

"How's that feel, pumpkin?"

"Golden," you whine, mewling when he nicks the other end and pulls your panties off. Lloyd doesn't like safe words and shit, but he agreed to a few check-ins, and you do have a way to stop him because, let's face it, the money is the real goal for him. The rest is gravy.

Lloyd stalks over to Steve's corner of the room, lifting the ruined garment for the other to take. "A souvenir--" he chuckles "--what's that smell like to you, huh, big man?"

Steve grimaces, unmoving, so Lloyd shoves your panties in his face.

"Smells like team spirit to me."

You should laugh. You really should. You should not fucking moan when you see Steve's chest expand and his eyes flutter shut briefly. You should not have such a surge of tingling heat race to your center that your thighs slam together.

But you do. And Lloyd notices.

"This is gonna be fun," he whispers, likely to himself, as he drops the fabric and walks over again.

His fingertips slide from your knee up your thigh, and Lloyd bends to nip at your neck.

"Lie back from me, sweetheart. Go on."

You have to cover a squeak while you flop onto the mattress. This sort of dominance is nothing like Steve Rogers even on his most confident day. Steve is always measured and a little tentative, his force reined in to the point of being boring after so many years. This is all flush and feral with the promise of oblivion, and in the strangest way, you still associate every second as with Steve, not Lloyd Hansen. The exercise in trust--the sheer fact that he was willing to entertain this idea, much less the practice--is a show of devotion from Steve you never thought possible.

And then Lloyd kneels down and pushes your legs apart. "Open up for me. That's it. Good girl."

"Ah fuck," you moan into your hand, and thank god if Steve does hear you, he doesn't say a thing.

Lloyd skips finesse and plunges into the dirty end of the pool by licking all the way up and down your cunt, hands spreading your ass to expose every bit of you to him, and he pauses to speak with his mouth against your clit.

"Do I need to give him a lesson or can I just fucking taste you?"

"I know how to--" but Steve's protest dies behind the noise Lloyd makes sloppily eating you out like a man starved.

Your legs instinctively wrap around his head, and your hips buck into the wild ride. His mustache burns in the best way. You gasp so much that your throat burns dry, too.

He says other things, things that rumble up your spine and settle deep in your brain, but you can't process what those words are until the white-hot lightning finally cracks your body apart.

Lloyd is shockingly soothing as you come back down from your high but unshockingly smug when he sweeps his face clean of your cum.

"You're doing star-spangled spectacularly for me, slut, now why don't--"

There's a thunderclap of noise that wrenches you out of your bliss. You’re knocked onto your side as Lloyd falls to the floor.

Steve raises his arm again but hesitates when you call his name.

"He doesn't...he doesn't do well with language like that," you manage to say, still fuzzy and out of breath.

Lloyd wipes blood from his nose. "Yeah, I picked up on that. Thanks,” he spits sarcastically, followed by a real spit to clear his mouth. “Down, boy. I'll play nice--" he winks at you as he rises "--but not too nice."

Lloyd climbs back to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, his hand spreading over your throat gently. "Feels good, don't it? Feeling golden?"

You nod vigorously.

He licks more blood from his lip. “Yeah? Can we move on, pumpkin, or is your pussy still needy—“

Lloyd catches Steve's fist this time, jumping up to punch your husband square in the neck.

Steve, to his credit, doesn't even go down, but he drops his arm and steps back, rubbing the point of contact as he wheezes for a minute.

"Can I please continue?" Lloyd screams in annoyance. The man is not in any way used to sharing, or going slow, or giving a flying fuck about anyone in the room for that matter. However, Lloyd is a dedicated professional, so he’ll continue because he knows what’s in it for him. "God damn it,” he barks, spitting at Steve’s feet.

Lloyd takes a beat to compose himself and returns to your side, facing away now, his hand plunging between your legs.

"Time to earn participation points, Golden Boy." Two fingers breach your entrance without warning. "On your knees."

Lloyd snaps his other fingers and points to the ground like he's training a dog to heel.

Slowly, with wide eyes and hesitant steps, Steve places himself exactly as Lloyd did before. He strategically keeps his focus glued to yours until the squelching sound of Lloyd's fingers thrusting in and out of you becomes too loud to ignore.

That look--that fucking moment where your husband sees your core and hunger darkens his whole face--could send you back over the edge right here, but suddenly, Lloyd stops.

"Now we've got his attention," the cruel man laughs.

Like your panties before, there's no ceremony to Lloyd shoving his fingers into Steve's awe-parted lips, but the biggest shock is how your husband doesn't fight the intrusion. No. Steve grabs Lloyd's wrist to keep him there until Steve is done sucking your taste off another man's fingers.

You're pretty sure that's when your soul left your body, but it's a toss-up between that and every other moment tonight.

With more patience than you thought possible, Lloyd waits, comically making an “O” with his mouth and looking at you. “Someone’s eager for the beaver, I see.” He takes the same wet fingers and tucks them between your breasts, snapping the front of your bra sharply against your sternum. 

“Finish unwrapping your present. I wanna see what you got—” and when Steve immediately reaches behind your back for the clasp, Lloyd’s eyebrows bob up and down “—and he’s good at following orders, too.”

Your husband plants a gentle kiss on the swell of one breast before Lloyd stops him, tutting while he holds a fucking knife against Captain America’s chest to sit him back on his heels.

He ticks the blade down. “That’s your half now. This is mine.”

You’re practically panting while Steve’s eyes go hard in possessiveness, locked onto Lloyd in a challenge you don’t quite understand until the fancy man flips the blade back into it’s handle.

“Fine,” Lloyd grouches, tossing the knife farther up the bed. He shuffles closer to face you, a warm hand cupping your breast before he tweaks the nipple harshly. “Why don’t you relax for us, huh, good girl?”

Lloyd coaxes you to lean back again, orders Steve to hold your legs open and tease you, buries painful fingers in your hair, and forces you to watch.

“That’s it. Don’t you want to hear her beg? Doesn’t she sound so sweet? Oh, I like her desperate…”

Not in years has Steve Rogers whispered anything so filthy as the shit that falls from Lloyd’s mouth, but goddamn, every word is like kindling stoking the vigor with which Steve consumes you. You lap up the praise while your husband gulps down every ounce created by every word.

Lloyd lowers to suck and bite all over your chest, marks blossoming across the tender skin as he takes a sort of sweet revenge for his bloody nose. A kink for a kink.

“You want to tell him what’s next,” Lloyd rasps, straining your neck back to look at him in the last few moments before you come again, “or should I?” His devilish smile is the last thing you see before he pushes you to meet Steve’s eyes, the perfect, final flick of tongue rolling over your clit.

Dutifully—sweetly almost—Steve lifts away from you as your legs shake, replacing his face with his fingers to gently bring you down, and Lloyd does not like that. He swats Steve’s hand off to slap your raw bundle of nerves and shove his fingers in again, brutally hitting that spongy spot until the dam of orgasm doesn’t just rupture, it explodes inside you.

You cry out and flail. Lloyd pins you down with a knee to your ribcage, and it hurts but not enough to give a shit over the rush of cum soaking his hand and the sheets below. Steve holds your ankles so you don’t kick him in the face while squirming, transfixed on every move Lloyd makes to milk you stupid.

With one last wet slap, Lloyd rests his hand on your belly and tosses a gelled lock of hair out of his face.

“Wifey here wants to suck you dry,” he boasts, and your hands fly to your face in hot embarrassment.

You confessed that after drinking quite a lot during the ‘negotiation’ of terms for this little arrangement, but only when Steve excused himself to the restroom. Lloyd wasn’t supposed to repeat your fantasy.

“That’s right, big guy. She’s gonna blow your—“ his eyes drop and raise “—mind,” he continues, unpinning you and pushing your arms to the side. He leans down to smear your own slick across your mouth messily, quietly adding, “he won’t even notice I’m right behind you.”

The air rushes out of your lungs before you can stop it, making a downright pathetic sound of anticipation.

“Strip,” Lloyd commands, waving a hand casually at Steve and sauntering over to a bottle of water on the dresser. “The…uh…lady should get on her knees.”

Steve turns to the other wall, unable to meet your eye, bright red blotches spotting his neck and cheeks. He’s embarrassed, too, but from the speed at which he unzips his jeans to relieve his still-straining erection and then pulls his shirt over his head, Steve is also painfully aroused. You even catch him rubbing his cock with each conceivable pass while disrobing. It reignites that weak fire between your tired legs.

“Face up, Captain. Give ‘er some room,” Lloyd snorts, capping his water.

Of course, Steve spreads his legs in front of you, and instead of acknowledging how fucking hard he is, he helps you balance into position.

You capture a quick kiss and smile as your husband blushes even more.

“Jesus, I’m gonna vomit,” Lloyd mutters behind you.

He’s just so, so fucking evil, but you admit the contrast has you drooling to get your mouth on Steve. You’re already planning on adding orders to your regular routine. You buzz with excitement at all this play implies, now and in the future.

Steve isn’t just letting this happen; he likes what’s happening.

Lloyd’s warm hand pets down your spine until it rests heavily on your lower back, the heel of it pressed against your spread ass, an encouragement and a threat.

“Take him how you want. Just like you told me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, listening to Steve’s ragged breaths amidst Lloyd's criticism.

“You don’t just lick him, do you, kitten? You can do better than that. I thought you wanted to swallow him whole. Don’t disappoint me now. More. You can take it. More.”

Your nose nuzzles into Steve’s pelvis as you feel his cock jump in your throat. You swallow around him but force yourself up for air after.

“Is that the best you got?” Lloyd teases, his hand sliding tauntingly down your crack and through your folds before he’s gone.

You open your eyes when he grabs your wrist and presses the closed switchblade into your palm.

“Go on. Hold it, pumpkin. Right there.” Lloyd makes your hand rest on Steve’s thigh. For balance, you have to open your fist and press the metal to your husband’s skin as you take him back into your mouth.

Steve fucking groans, pinching his eyes shut and grabbing the sheets beneath him.

“Oh yeah,” Lloyd chirps, “he likes a bit of danger, huh?” A flat hand cracks against your ass, making you whine with your lips around Steve’s dick.

The sound of Steve whimpering is coupled with the snap of Lloyd's belt. His fingers return, and you just know he’s unabashedly staring at your pussy.

“Whoo-ee, if you weren’t already gaping for me, I’d think you weren’t into this. Put your back into it.” You hear the rip of a zipper only moments before the thick tip of him lines up.

You can’t help but moan low and long over Steve’s length.

“Baby?” Steve breathes above you.

“She’s fine,” Lloyd answers instead, pushing in. The head of him pops past the first ridge of your walls, and his hand clamps down on your hip, the other flat over the small of your back, guiding, controlling.

The spit of both men coats your core and inner thighs, you remember, and the slow swirl of ambient air proves it. That thought makes your eyes roll back as much as the glorious pressure of Lloyd’s cock filling you.

But Steve’s fingers find your chin and raise you to look at him, repeating his question until you let him fall heavy from your mouth and lick your swollen lips.

“Golden,” you say just as Lloyd bottoms out. “Fff-ahh.” You barely stop yourself from cursing when he thrusts forward and another SMACK hits your ass. “Golden,” you promise, because you know Steve is watching with extremely mixed feelings.

You return what attention you can to stuffing your mouth full. A rhythm progresses while you rock between them, but it’s too gentle for—of all people—Steve.

His hand knots through your hair to guide you faster. You have to plant yourself steady on the mattress, the knife digging into both your flesh, and hold your hips still.

Lloyd isn’t even fazed as he takes over his own selfish pace, his balls slapping so hard they sting your thighs. He keeps talking, too.

“See how much she likes that, buddy?”

Oh, that is not going to go over well with Steve.

“Bet she’d drop to her knees for you daily.”

He’s not wrong there…

“Damn, babygirl—“ Oh shit “—sometimes a bitch just needs fucked doggy-style.”

You can feel Steve’s chest fill to correct him, the deep v-line of his Adonis’ belt pressing against your nose to cut off your air, but Lloyd purposefully slams into you. You lurch forward to deep-throat Steve with a scream of alarm, and the constriction nearly topples Steve over the edge.

Just for a moment, his hand holds you down, choking you. It’s Steve choking you on his dick, and your nails happily dig into his meaty thighs. You’ve dreamed of this day.

With a strangled sound, Steve pulls you off him, strings of spit drip from your abused mouth. You’re gasping for air but also not done enjoying yourself, so you lick and kiss up Steve’s length until ready to take him again.

All the while, Lloyd darkly chuckles and kneads at your ass.

When one spanking lands so hard that you cry out, Steve bucks down your throat and punches the bed, clearly torn between sensation and situation. 

“Such an asshole,” he grits through clenched teeth. 

“Oh,” Lloyd tuts, “she wants it in the ass? Well, when in Rome…” He swipes his thumb over the cream pooling at the base of his cock and shoves his thumb hard against your puckered hole. 

Honestly, you have no idea if it even breached because you scream and fall forward on Steve's dick. This time, Steve comes with a roar, a raging, animalistic thing you have never heard before, but you’re pulled away just as fast. 

Lloyd hauls you up to his chest, telling you to look at what a fucking mess your husband is for you. Steve desperately grips himself until it’s over, half his spend glistening on his abs, half rolling down your chin while Lloyd continues to thrust into your sweet spot.

He’s given up controlling his language entirely.

“Fuck, she’s close. Come on, big guy—“ he pinches your nipple and bites at your neck “—finish her off.”

Lloyd drops you like a stone into Steve’s waiting arms, and Steve wastes no time slamming his mouth to yours and furiously rubbing your clit. You’re so stretched out that three of his thick fingers feel like nothing until they curl.

This time you can’t help but shout your own curse. Steve just keeps kissing you, holding you two together as you writhe. You hardly notice Lloyd painting his cum across your back and ass but neither does Steve, it seems, because the next thing you know you’re laying beside your husband in bed while your guest grins in triumph.

“I’ll just take this,” Lloyd drawls, reaching beneath Steve’s bare leg to retrieve his knife. He slaps Steve’s ass, too. It’s as if Lloyd knows Steve will let him get away with just about anything in the post-coital fog. “Don’t want you to feel left out, buddy.”

Your husband makes no move at all except to kiss your forehead.

“How are you?” He smooths your wrecked hair out of your face.

“Oh wow,” you say with a rough voice and runaway breaths, “I’m golden, just golden.”

Lloyd grabs his water bottle, joking. “My work here is done, and you two—“ he swigs and swallows dramatically “—I don't mind repeat business from. Anytime. Fuck.” 

He struts to the bathroom, pants still undone and hanging open, uncaring. With a shout, he slaps the top of the door frame.

“That’s America’s Cunt!”

Steve’s whole body tenses. “I hate that guy,” he grumbles into your sweaty skin.

You snuggle closer, surrounded by familiar body heat and musk. “I know. Isn't it great?” 

Because it’s so, so true. There is nothing about Lloyd Hansen you actually want for one second longer than necessary. That's the beauty of teamwork: everyone serves their purpose.

Honorable mention to the line I promised but ultimately couldn't fit in (that's what she said):

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mastermind

hitman toji fushiguro x y/n

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: mentions of killing, dead bodies, openly talking about murder, toji's big dick energy, choking, also just kissing (we need to make kissing sexy. smut ain't the only hot thing)

you're sitting in a local internet café, studying peacefully, taking sips from your coffee occasionally. the bells hung at the door jingle and someone walks in. from the corner of your eye, you spot a person walking past you. you hear muffled conversation between that person and the cashier. he hands him an envelope, which the stranger shoves into his pocket.

you would've usually ignored people, but this one was hard to look away from. ripped at every edge, dressed in a cashmere sweater that chanted "peace", but paired with a face adorned with a scar that said the complete opposite, this person caught your eye and you kept looking at him.

sadly, you caught his eye too.

"what are ya starin' at, sweetheart?" his voice matched his appearance. hot.

"nothing, i'm blind," you joke, looking away from him.

he scoffs a laugh. he eyes you up and down. toji never took risks, especially if he thought he was being tailed. but you looked like an ordinary girl. black top with the thinnest, most useless noodle-like strips on your shoulder, one of them almost falling off, rose pink bra straps peeking underneath them. you had a short, pleated skirt on, so there was no chance of you hiding a gun. you didn't seem threatening. but, he didn't like loose ends. he sat down in front of you.

"and what do you do?" he asks, looking at you, as if he's waiting for you to slip up.

"study."

"studying what?"

"neurology"

"boring," he says. it irks you that he calls it boring, but you roll with it.

"and what do you do?" you ask.

to test you, toji actually replies with the truth. "i'm a hit man." a wide grin sits on his face. instead of seeing discomfort or fear on your face, he sees a spark of curiosity.

"oh?"

"yup. i'm not lyin'. i'm always on the run, after my target. i get paid a lot for it. i'm too good at it."

you just tilt your head and analyse him...

"you're still curious?" he asks with a smirk, seemingly interested by your refreshing demeanour.

"here i thought you were just a nerd. what's your name?"

"i'll give you my name. for a price," you say.

"interesting. aight. i'll bite. what's a fella like me have to do to earn a name?"

you look around the room and spot a man sitting alone at a computer, clearly looking at porn in a corner.

"him..." you say and toji looks at him. "hypothetically, how would you kill him without anyone noticing?" you ask.

"that'd be a toughie. but, i'd say a shot from a hidden distance would do it. but there'd be a chance that it would alert everyone. if not, then..." toji thinks for a moment.

"he's too entertained to notice anyone, so i could... 'hypothetically' take an empty syringe and inject his vital points with air and leave him to die of a stroke."

you smile, satisfied with his answer. "my name is y/n."

toji chuckles, leaning back in the chair. "pleasure to meet you, y/n. what do 'you' do for a living?"

"i study-"

"you already sa-"

"murderers."

his face falters for a second. "murderers? you like studying about...us?"

"what can i say, you lot are entertaining."

"i do take pride in it. you know what, you're something else. i'll give you that."

"so, hypothetically..." you look at him, eyes ablaze with excitement "... how would you kill me?"

"now why'd you bring that up? you're fucking adorable. why would i kill you?'" he smirks, but he's still curious about you. "but hey, to answer honestly, 'hypothetically'... definitely a shot in the back."

you grin. "cold... if you ever must kill me, please kill me like that."

"is that so?" he rests his elbow on the table, leaning forward, a classic smirk on his face. there was something about that got to him.

"i might just like you."

"likewise."

"you're not creeped out? the fact that i'm one of the 'murderers' you study about?"

"i find you fascinating. it takes a unique resolve to take someone's life," you answer.

"i get the adrenaline rush from watching the life drain out of someone. it's hard to explain. it can only be felt." he looks at you, wondering how you're calm.

"how do you get your adrenaline rush?" he asks.

you smirk too. "i get it from autopsies."

he nearly chokes himself. he moves his chair closer to yours. "how so?"

"i get to work with cadavers a lot."

"and you don't feel like throwing up?" he wonders.

"my fascination is stronger than my disgust, so no."

he was definitely intrigued by your straight responses. there was not a smidge of fear on your face. were you actually interested in him?

"here." you spin your laptop around to show him pictures of two brains side by side.

"uh, okay?"

"person..." you point to the one on the right. "... psychopath." you point to the other.

toji gulps slightly. the way you casually have pictures of dead brains on you unsettles him. isn't he the one to carry pictures of his targets?

"can't tell much."

"the other has underdeveloped areas in the brain. no empathy, no emotional wisdom," you say.

"damn. you'd scare the next person to walk in... but i gotta admit... ya got me wondering things."

"and you called neurology boring..." you comment.

he simply laughs. "it's still boring. you're not. why are you so... inquisitive?" he's actually impressed by himself for knowing that word.

"i won't know if you'd actually kill me, but as long as i'm alive, might as well be honest," you say.

"good way of putting it. but if i were to kill you, i wouldn't do it in public. i'd do it somewhere isolated."

"why the isolation?" you ask.

"you've already attracted attention. mr would-ve-been-dead has stared at you at least a dozen times. the cashier too. they'd notice if i were to do something to you. plus, i gotta keep things silent. in the middle of nowhere, is the perfect place to kill you." he's never actually talked about his profession to anyone. so this feels strangely refreshing.

"where's the fun in that tho? if you get anyone alone, it'll always be easy to hurt them, kill them. the thrill is in the chase... the fear you imbibe in your victim... the way you practically spell their death out for them moments before you actually do it."

"i'm beginning to think you're as dangerous as me, y/n. have you thought about killing anyone before?"

you had his complete attention now.

"you might make a tactical assassin. i'll tell you that much."

"i have. but why do it myself? i'd rather orchestrate the perfect murder without lifting my finger," you reply.

toji's eyes light up as he hears you say that. he's someone to work alone, but hearing that from you almost makes him want to have you plan a murder for him.

"exciting isn't it?"

"that's one word for it... i don't know whether i should be scared of you or... i like the way you think. it's unique."

"why would you be scared of me? you're the killer."

he chuckles. "the way you're all calm and collected... it's cute."

you hold back on grinning like an idiot. how does a cold-blooded killer even say the word 'cute'?

"want me to act scared, then?" you ask, wiggling your eyebrows.

"no. i like you as you are..."

you laugh softly. "who knew hitmen could be this charming?"

"aww, ya flattered, y/n? most people would shit their pants and make a run for it..."

"i understand the fear of others. but, i've spent years studying killers, victims, their bodies... you just get used to the gore after a point."

"yer right i suppose. sorry, i gotta say you look fucking hot, smirking like that... like a killer," he says.

you give him another smirk, as a treat. "what's your favourite type of victim?"

he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "you ask too many questions. why? doesn't it make you wonder that i might snap and kill you?"

"i study killers, toji... i'm not wasting the chance to talk to one. especially since he's being so cooperative..."

"you know what? you're the first person who hasn't bolted out of here. you're actually sitting and talking to me... you're not fazed at all."

instantly, you look at him with fear in your eyes. the kind of fear a victim would have upon nearing death. your hands shake and your breath quickens, your bosom heaving.

toji's expression changes as he takes you in.

you drop the act and regain your composure. "do you like seeing fear in people's eyes?"

"well- that... was certainly something..." he has an eerie expression on his face, but at the same time, he is in awe. the way you suddenly changed your behaviour alarmed him. just enough to impress him. is this how you look when you're scared?

"and yes. i do enjoy it. especially if the fear is because of me and not the fact that they're about to die." his voice seems almost... lustful at the end.

"and what do you do to spark this fear in people?" you ask.

"i'm silent, calm, sometimes i provoke them. i don't rush. i let them run as fast as they can. but i always find them in the end. sometimes i act creepy, unsettling, just to give my targets something to notice and get uncomfortable about. most lose their ability to fight then and there. other times, i stalk them, tracking their movements, always lurking behind them until they lose it."

he seems to enjoy answering your questions.

"can you... show me?" you ask.

his eyes widen. "show you? you're not serious... are you that careless with your life?"

"of course, i don't want you to kill me. but, i'm curious... so... make me afraid."

he stays silent for moment. and then smiles. "i'm going to enjoy this." he meets your eye. "in isolation, as i said..."

you hold out your hand. "lead the way."

he takes it gently, a mischievous smirk on his face. he pulls you out of your chair and opens the door, leading you outside. with the pace of a waltz, he leads you away from the café (fuck the fact that we just left our laptop back there XD).

he develops a smug aura around him. he guides you into a desolate alley. you look around and say, "nice choice."

"you can stay and fight or you can run... pick your poison," he says.

"not one to fight..." you begin taking steps away from him, backing away into the long, dark alley. you pick up the pace and jog backward, still facing him. he patiently walks toward you, one step after the other. he was enjoying it. it was exhilarating.

"i leave the rest to you," you say as you turn around to jog away from him, faster than before.

knowing that you're willing to let him have his way with you turns him on. it's different from actually doing the job. it's more intimate. he can get as creative as he wants and be thanked for it. he walks behind you. being tall, he takes long strides easily and creeps behind you.

you hardly sense his presence. you still feel as if he's miles away. before you can speed up, his hand grabs your hair and pulls you, your back hitting his chest. you let out a small gasp at the pain.

he leans in closer, his breath hovering over your neck. "what are you feeling?"

"goosebumps."

"not a bad start." he loosens his grip slightly. "you sure you want this?" he whispers in your ear.

"give it your all."

he lets you go momentarily and you run. as fast as you can. your lungs burn hot, yet you can still hear footsteps behind you. it makes your heart pulse. he's chasing you. not rushing. yet somehow, he always finds you. you think of hiding, but it's futile since you're not in actual danger. you take swift strides until the only sound you hear is of your own heart beats. you make the mistake of looking behind. he's not there. maybe you ran too fast.

your body hits another and you swallow in mild shame. dumbass, you tell yourself.

"dumbass," he says as he grabs your arm, yanks you and pushes you into a wall. your back hits the wall hard.

"fight or flight doesn't work when the danger is fake... can't help it," you comment. toji doesn't respond to you. he's silent.

his grip on your arm tightens. he steps forward, closer and closer until you feel his breath on you. yet you feel that something's amiss.

"don't hold back..." you say softly.

toji hid his astonishment well. he had no idea how you saw through him. he tilts his head, looking at you. admiring you. he never bothered to pay attention to his victims. it's always kill, leave, get paid. but seeing the way your body reacts to him, the way your chest heaves, the way your lips part to breath on behalf of your lungs, the way your eyes search for ways to escape, to flee from him, the way he's holding you, the way you're backed into a wall, trapped. it does things to him. how were you enjoying it?

"so far... i'm just attracted to you... terrify me, toji..."

he was not expecting you to admit that. but he was pleased. his eyes ignite with a raw passion. he gazes at you like a hunter does his prey. he turns your own imagination against you.

the hand latched onto your arm runs up to your neck, like a serpent slithering up its prey. with a vice-like grip, he grabs your throat, fingers pushing your flesh. he can feel your pulse. it's well within his grasp to completely shut it.

he's completely consumed by how good it feels to choke someone. the morbid pleasure distracts him, and he becomes infested by the macabre satisfaction of exerting control over another's life. he's nothing thinking about anything but the pulses against his fingers and how they're quickening every second. his touch is both cold and malevolent, a tangible manifestation of the darkness that now envelops him.

your struggle intensifies slightly, but he remains unyielding, a sadistic puppeteer manipulating the strings of your very existence. in that twisted moment, you realise that you are not merely rehearsing an impulsive thought, but confronting an actual physical threat. yet somehow, you can't help but feel vivacious at the same time. you feel every organ in your body trying to keep you alive. your frozen mouth twists into the smallest of smiles.

"tighter."

this snaps toji back into his senses. there's a chilling determination that replaces any trace of hesitation as he brutally hardens his grip around your neck. the blur sharpens and his other hand grabs your waist, pressing you further against the wall. a mild whimper escapes your lips, a haunting sound that pierces through Toji's consciousness like a chilling spear. it only serves to fuel the sinister satisfaction that courses through him.

he wedges his knee between your legs and leans in, breathing against your lips.

"seems i do have a favourite victim after all..." he whispers and presses his lips onto yours, your soft moan melting in his mouth.

to make it hotter, you place your arms on his chest, pushing him away with no strength at all. he chuckles into the kiss, embracing the feeble challenge and presses his body against yours roughly, living for the way you try to resist. your attempts to push him away only serve to stoke the flames of his desire, a sadistic flame that flickers higher with each futile effort. his knee rubs against you and you fail to hold back another moan, which coaxes your mouth open. with a swift lick, toji shoves his tongue inside. he kisses you with an appetite, with more lust, more pride.

it's a chilling acknowledgment that your make-believe struggle is not only noticed but savoured.

dazed, you pull away for a second, cursing at the little thief of joy, your own lungs as they pant breathlessly.

toji losens the grip around your throat slowly, letting blood flow through again. gradually, he removes his hand, admiring the marks his fingers leave behind. he holds you by the waist tenderly.

you hold his bicep to support yourself as you stand up properly, regaining your balance.

"bet you're glad you didn't kill me off," you croak, your voice raspy due to his chokehold.

"very..."

your eyes meet and you both smirk...

"you knew who i was before i walked in, didn't you?" he asks, feeling like a fool for not seeing it sooner. all those people in the café staring at you were doing just that. staring, keeping a watch. not undressing you, admiring you, lusting over you. just sincerely looking out for you.

"bygones..."

"you're gonna arrest me now, sweetheart?"

"tsk," you shake your head.

"why not?"

"you're holding a knife to my throat next time."

#toji #fushiguro #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #kissing #assassin #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #new

[alicegokugirl]

Idiot (one shot drable)

pairing - pah-chin x AFAB!reader

warnings - nsfw // minors dni // fatphobic insults //squirting // mentions of milfs // mentions of stepcest in pornography

author's note - my beautiful, underrated pah-chin loves you so much he can't help talking about you all the time. ♡

Everyone knows that Pah doesn't shut the fuck up about his girlfriend.

No, because it should actually be scientifically studied the way he can turn every single topic of conversation into something about you.

"Man, these pancakes are the best!"

- "My baby's taste way better."

"Fuck, I just know today is going to rain."

- "Better not, girlfriend's got a hair appointment at 2."

"Your bike needs some work, dude."

- "Whatever man, just make the handle pink so it matches m'lady's nails."

The girls love it, thinking it's adorable the way Pah is head over heels with you and wishing their own boyfriends talked about them like that when they weren't around.

On the other hand, the boys had already started developing eye problems from how many times they rolled them.

It might seem contradictory, but no one, not even the dumb ones, ever entertained the thought of telling Pah to shut up for one second.

Because between the ridiculous amount of useless information shared by the loose-lipped blond about your food allergies, your haircare routine and your favourite brand of toothpaste there were some precious gems.

Pah is not dumb at all... but he's definitely stupid.

And it only took someone slightly smarter than him to get him spilling out all the dirty details about your sex life (usually Kazutora).

So when there's nothing else to steal, destroy or graffiti, when the boys are bored out of their minds, Mikey signals to Kazutora to bring out the porn mag they stole from Shinichiro sometime ago.

And with a loud, exaggerated sigh and a purposeful slam of the magazine against a nearby low table, story time begins and the all the young men gather around.

"Shit- This one is hot." Kazutora points at the wrinkled page that illustrated an older woman getting pounded from behind by a younger man.

"Stop with the fucking milfs nobody likes them except you." Smiley slapped Kazutora's hand away and turned the page. "Nah. This shit is way hotter."

"Hell no, man! Stepcest again? You're so fucking weird." Draken shoves the two men aside and opens the magazine on a random page.

"Fuuuuuuuck yeah..."

"Finally, some good fucking food."

"Shit! I'm getting horny."

Groans of approval were heard throughout the hideout as the boys contemplated the picture of a blond woman, laying down on a white bed with white, fluffy sheets, legs open and hand between them, shoving two fingers inside what had to be the wettest pussy they have ever seen.

"Bet it squirts." Mitsuya says looking above Draken's shoulder.

"Big brain Mitsuya." Baji commented.

"Bet it leaves the whole bed soaking after you feed her a bit of this!" Mikey gets up and grabs his crotch.

"Gross dude."

"Hahaha~"

"My babe does it better."

Bingo.

And just like that, the ruckus was happily quieted down by Pah-chin's comment.

"Really, Pah? We don't believe it..." Sanzu teases, a shit eating grin on his face.

"Yo- Pah might be a jackass but he ain't no liar." Peh-yan jumps to defend his friend.

"Damn right. If I tell ya'll my girl can squirt buckets, you better believe my dick gets fucking wet everytime we fuck." He says, punching the table hard.

"Jesus, calm down bro. We believe you." Mitsuya awnsers.

"Yeah, it's just hard to believe you can make your girl squirt." Kazutora intervenes, hoping to get Pah to share a bit more about his hot girlfriend.

"Well, yeah it's not hard when you have a canon like mine and a pretty pussy like hers."

"Really? Who would have thought?" Kazutora faked innocence.

"Yeah, you virgin fucks have no idea what's like having a pair of fat tits bouncing on your face while a girl like my babe is making a mess on your cock." Pah crosses his arms and leans back, a proud smile adorned his face.

"Fuck yeah, we don't. Tell us more." Mikey provokes.

"Imagine this, virgins. My good girl, her tight pussy, and the biggest fucking mess. Nah, cause when I tell ya'll there's not one time when I fuck her that she doesn't squirt you better believe me. Last time- and hear me out- I was tongue deep in her. The thickest fucking thighs almost suffocating me. Can you imagine? A hot girl like my darling riding your face?"

"Not really, something more detailed might help." Kisaki said, pushing his glasses up his nose in a way that hid the blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Then listen to me, four-eyes. She is so fucking thick my hands could barely take hold of her ass. Not like I really could anyways. My baby is a freak and everytime she sits down she rides. And call me a fucking fatass but when I have a meal, I feast. Man, I had been eating her out for an hour when her legs just started shaking. She started telling me she had to pee or something but I had the best earmuffs and could hear jack shit. Next thing I know, I had my pretty pussy squirting all over my face."

"Damn..." Mikey whispers.

"Hell yeah. If my girl doesn't end up passing out on me after we fuck than I don't want it. Damn... just thinking about her cute clit swollen and lips all puffy is making me hungry again. Nothin' beats that view, virgins."

"Doubt. You could show us." Hanma says, optimistically.

"AND VIOLATE MY GIRL'S PRIVACY LIKE THAT? YOU DISRESPECTING MY GIRL? WANNA FIGHT?"

"Damn, fatty. Just askin'."

"Whatever, bean pole. I'm outta of here. Gonna let my Queen sit on her throne today." He says, getting up and walking out the hide out, closing the door with a loud bang.

Immediately everyone looked at Hanma.

"Stupid fuck."

"You had to ruin it, dumbass."

"Kill yourself, bro."

"You sleep outside today, idiot."

"Whatever. I'm one free popsicle coupon away from getting those videos and I'm not going to share."

i take requests from multiple fandoms. ♡

#anime #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyorev smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #pah-chin #pah-chin x reader #haruki hayashida #haruki hayashida x reader #pah-chin smut #haruki hayashida smut

[anystalker707]

Playing with fire (amab version)

Pairing: Vinsmoke Niji x [gn, amab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Hate fucking + Semi-public Tags: He's very vocal / Against a wall / Some insults, nothing serious [afab version]

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          “You are so useless, such a lowlife, that you don’t know how to act at parties. Ridiculous pirate.” Of course, he had to approach you with insults already, mouth twisted as he held a glass in hand.

Niji had a pattern whenever he approached you, including insulting the fact you were a pirate and/or anything you did, sometimes your appearance. It was like having an inverse Sanji around, which wasn’t exactly the best experience, but you couldn’t do a lot other than wait for your crew to get you after the Vinsmoke family managed to get their hands on you. Honestly, the Germa Kingdom was so boring and annoying. Death would’ve been more accessible.

Apparently, there was some gathering going on in that shitty castle, and you were obligated to be around—they knew you wouldn’t run away since you were in a place you knew nothing of, alone, but they still wanted to know where you were. You chose to sit on the sill of one of the many windows in the room, away from the attention of most of them. It felt like you were wasting time; you could be training with Zoro, cooking with Sanji, playing cards with Usopp and Chopper, but no, you were just sitting there and looking out the window of some ridiculous castle.

“I’m talking to you,” Niji reinforced as he stepped closer.

You were bored with it already, sighing as you looked up at him. “What do you want me to do? I don’t wanna argue, nor do I have the energy to prove you wrong.”

Niji’s eyebrows furrowed, and you could imagine him giving you a look of disdain from behind his pathetic glasses. Did he know he didn’t exude half of the power he thought he had? None of the three did, actually. You couldn’t believe you were caught by the goddamn Power Rangers.

“You’re truly stupid,” Niji muttered with a sigh. “With that bounty, being part of that crew, I thought you’d be better than that.”

“If I’m such a bad company, then maybe you should try keeping your distance from me,” you answered in the same beat, almost cutting him off. It surprised him, in a way he couldn’t even react in time. You snatched the glass from his hand and took a sip from the drink. At least it was good—maybe they spent their money on something worth it. They had some booze you’d like to share with Zoro if he were there.

“Who do you think you are?” Niji reached for the glass again, but you stood up and took a step back.

“Pirates will act like pirates,” you said, just to annoy him.

He growled as he stepped after you, stopping in frustration once you downed the rest of the drink. “You—”

“What will you do?” You raised your eyebrows, opening a window and tossing the glass out of it. His hand wrapped around your wrist tightly, but it didn’t even intimidate you. “Kill me? Yeah, you can’t. You gotta put up with me, at least until my crew is here, idiot. You must think you’re so cool with that damn stupid hair—”

“We can just find another way around the situation if you die,” Niji said as he cornered you. Maybe you wished you hadn’t chosen to sit in an empty part of the wide room, but you weren’t exactly opposed to a change in the boring routine there. “They won’t even know you’re dead until they get here.”

“And then what?” You raised your eyebrows. “You’ll get away by disappointing your father? I bet that stupid redhead would even tell him something like ‘I told you so’.”

Niji’s temper—or at least his behavior towards you—was a little more different from his siblings’. Reiju and Yonji didn’t seem particularly worried about you, but they didn’t do a lot when seeing you either; Yonji just made a comment trashing the Strawhats in general. Ichiji wasn’t nice, but he wasn’t responsive to your reactions; he decided that he was superior to you and just acted on it, not paying attention to ‘some pirate’. Niji, however, would attack you and get more intense when you responded, something almost childish, but that built a specific tension between you two. Was it just impulsive? Or did he enjoy it? You liked playing with it, either way. He wasn’t the priority to the others, at the moment, so he couldn’t actually harm you.

“You’re acting up a little too much for someone like you,” Niji muttered, but it was interrupted by a gasp when you stepped forward, bumping your chests together, and he was the one with his back against the wall instead.

A small chuckle escaped your lips. “You don’t know me. All you’ve seen is my bounty posters. When my crew gets here, if I get an actual opportunity to fight you…”

Niji scoffed. “I’d like to see it happen.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a small step back, but Niji immediately pushed you back by your shoulders, making you stumble back into one of the dark halls that connected to the main room. There was a turn before you were practically pinned to the wall again. It was relatively dark—the only light that came in was from outside a nearby wide window—and quiet, away from the main room. The whole attention was there and by the main halls, so it was practically deserted.

“Now what? What are you gonna do?” Niji asked before you could.

You clicked your tongue. “You’re so annoying!”

Niji started cursing as you tugged on his shirt to pull him away, resulting in the two of you pacing back and forth depending on how the strength imbalanced between you. It was a little annoying because he wasn’t doing anything other than pushing you around, so you decided to just let go instead of fighting against him.

Something incoherent came from Niji, breath hitching in his throat as he managed to pin you to the wall—it knocked the air out of you a little since your back hit the wall more force than you expected since you’d given up suddenly. When he pinned you to the wall, however, one of his legs slipped between yours.

…Were you imagining things? Maybe he didn’t notice, breathing fanning over your face as he still panted, smelling like the booze from earlier.

“Niji,” you muttered.

“What?” His voice was sharp. A little pathetic.

You pondered the results of what you wanted to say, silent for a moment, feeling his grip tightening on you. Well, there was nothing to lose with an idiot like that.

The way you shifted made Niji stiffen a little bit—his eyes probably widened behind his glasses. Your thigh was right between his legs, too, pressing right to his crotch, and now moving against it.

“If you wanted a fuck, you could’ve asked for one,” you said with a chuckle, observing him intently. It was a shame it was so dark, and you couldn’t see his face that much.

“Don’t you—” Niji fell silent as you moved your leg a bit, breath hitching in his throat and replacing his words with a whimper at how your thigh pressed harder against him this time. It was a two-edged sword, of course, since he had a leg right between yours as well.

“Shit,” you whispered. You hadn’t meant that to feel good for you as well.

On the other hand, Niji grinned at your reaction. He leaned in lightly, but your hand grasped around his neck to hold him a safe distance away from you as you glared at him. It probably didn’t have as much power as you intended it to have, given the darkness, but it still was something.

“How about I ask you for one now, hm?” Niji whispered, breath hot against the side of your face as he tugged on your shirt a little. You still held his neck, tightening your grip a little—did he whimper because of the discomfort or because of enjoyment? Fuck. Things weren’t supposed to go that way nor make you feel that way.

“I hate you,” you whispered.

Niji grinned more. “That’s the fun.”

There was barely time to react before his lips were pressed to yours. The kiss was a little forceful and harsh, but it wasn’t bad. Groans escaped your throat with how much teeth he added, biting and tugging on your lips with his teeth as if insisting a reaction out of you.

“Goddammit,” you whispered, tightening your grip around his neck until he gasped again, so you could finally keep up with the kiss. You tried to keep it a little superficial, threatening to let your nails sink into his neck whenever he started deepening the kiss or nibbling on your lips again. He became more vocal with it, whimpering a lot more, even moaning when your leg moved between his again. Was he needy?

You shifted, exchanging positions with Niji to press him to the wall this time. His hair brushed against your face as you kept kissing him—it was easier to control the kiss by keeping his head to the wall—, and it was far from nice.

“That hair of yours is ridiculous,” you muttered, moving to kiss down the side of his neck which his hair didn’t fall to. Your hand held mostly under his jaw now, tilting his head back.

Niji groaned, his hands finding your waist and gripping with more force than necessary. “Ridiculous? Watch your mouth!”

“Shut the fuck up!” You said sharply before giving him a sharper bite on his neck. It made him whimper, of course, but he did fall silent. “Good,” you muttered, pulling back for a moment. “Maybe you should be the one to watch your mouth, y’know?”

He twisted his lips a little, but he couldn’t do a lot before the hands on his shoulders were pushing him down until he was on his knees, right in front of you. Since you hadn’t moved, he was practically trapped between your crotch and the wall. You wished you could see his eyes, without those glasses, but the surprised expression on his face was pleasing either way.

“Is that mouth of yours only good for insulting others?” You undid your pants—they’d been uncomfortably tight for a while, so you couldn’t help the groan that escaped your lips as soon as you lowered your pants and boxers. You stepped back to give Niji some space, but your cock still brushed against his cheek as you did so.

“I…” Niji interrupted himself, cheeks red as he slowly reached to hold on to your thighs. He hummed softly, letting his tongue run between his lips to wet them.

“Let me help you,” you whispered, placing a finger under his chin to hold his head up. “Open wide, prince.”

Niji’s lips parted open, tongue out, ready to receive your cock as you guided it into his mouth with your free hand. The warm, wet feeling made you gasp, letting out a moan when Niji actually closed his lips around you. His hands adjusted around your hips before he actually started moving his head—he moved slowly at first, experimenting, and when he saw that he could actually snatch moans from you, he hollowed his cheeks.

A sharp gasp came from you, with Niji’s actions—his fingers sank into your hips as he moved his head, putting more energy into it. He only took a pause as he slowly took you deeper, making your tip reach the back of his throat, before he swallowed around you and pulled away agonizingly slowly. He wrapped a hand around the base to hold your cock in place while he tongued your tip, easily finding a spot under it that made you double over, with a forearm on the wall before you and hand tight around his shoulder.

“Fucking hell!” You moved to tug on the hair on the back of his head until he pulled away from you. “I won’t last like that!”

“Weak,” Niji said simply, licking his lips. He was messy.

“I’ll show you who’s…” Your words turned into thoughts as you motioned for him to stand up. He did so, kissing your neck as soon as he was on his feet. As much as you wanted to argue, you just let him be for a while, enjoying the nibbling and sucking on your neck while your hands worked on unbuttoning his pants.

Niji’s pants and boxers were off only one of his legs, just as he only had a shoe on by now. The urgency couldn’t have you two affording removing your clothes carefully. Your pants were just low enough, even.

It didn’t take a lot of struggle to have Niji up in your arms, legs around your torso, given how eager he also seemed about all of this. He tried his best not to pull away from the kiss he brought you into as soon as he’d ‘undressed’ himself.

Both of you gasped once you slipped in, your cock still wet from the way he’d blown you, but it still met a little of resistance when you pushed in. It took a few thrusts until you could fuck him properly, but he’d been moaning ever since you’d first pressed to his entrance. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, nails digging into your upper back through your shirt as he held on to you, keeping pressing pecks to your lips. Did he like kissing that much?

The way Niji’s thighs were smooth under your hands made you wonder if the vanity ran in the bloodline. Your fingers sank a little into the flesh before you changed the position. It took you a little of struggle, but you finally managed to slip your arms under his legs, elbows under his knees as you held him against the wall, and the new position easily allowed you to go deeper.

A louder sound escaped Niji’s lips when you started a faster pace, snapping your hips against his.

“You’re loud,” you muttered to him, words slipping between heavy breaths. “Shut the fuck up, unless you want anyone to catch you. What if one of your brothers happened to run into us, hm? Seeing you get banged by some pirate you guys captured,” you breathed into his ear.

Somehow, your words only made Niji more vocal. He clenched around you, gummy walls pulling your cock deeper inside him, practically milking you. You let out a throaty moan, letting your thrusts get harsher. If you two get caught, the trouble would be his, either way. Loser.

“You’re good,” you whispered into his ear, “but you know who’s better? Sanji does such a good job.”

Niji hissed, clenching around you again as his nails scratched across your back. “Shut up,” he said, voice shaky and stuttering, and you could feel his thighs tensing up more under your hands. “I just—” He hissed when you slammed harder into him, getting impossibly tighter around you.

“You never stop being pathetic,” you muttered, voice tight.

Both of you stopped talking, letting that relative silence permeate the next minutes as something ticked. The growing warmth in your lower stomach was the same that Niji felt, growing closer with each thrust.

A small whine came from Niji once you took a pause, adjusting your grip lightly, just to be cut off by a gasp and another loud moan the moment you started moving your hips again, using the last bit of energy you had to fuck a little harsher into him.

Niji wrapped his arms tighter around you, breath hot on your neck as he moaned, and with a few more sloppy thrusts, you were cumming deep inside him. You kept fucking him through your high, spreading the cum over his walls neatly, until you finally pulled away and let him down to his feet. His legs were a little wobbly, weak with being fucked so nicely like that, so he had to hold on you while you wrapped your hand tightly around his cock, fisting it until he finally came all over your hand.

There barely was time to react before your hand was pressed to his mouth, not giving Niji much of a choice in his disoriented state aside from licking your hand clean. With your head not so fuzzy anymore, both of you slowly coming out of that bubble, you could notice the marks on Niji’s neck even in the dark.

“Heh… good luck with your neck.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece #op #niji vinsmoke #x reader #x male reader #amab reader #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #kinktober #niji x male reader #niji x reader #sanji vinsmoke #imagine #oneshot

[loversdelusions]

How would Yandere Deku’s and Kirishima if you write for him , react if his obsession gave him a striptease :D

This took FUCKING FOREVER.

Izuku Midoriya:  🫀Tease...🫀

"I won't do anything, I-If you don't want me to, you know.."

His words were meant as reassurance. He didn't mean it as a challenge.

Unfortunately for Izuku, you did not take it as such a reassurance. He kidnapped you, he keeps you against your will and somehow he believes that it is completely within your right to decide if he gets to touch you? There was nothing in this situation you were in that was within your will. Yet he looked at you with such a look as if he were hurt by your flinch, or by your glare, or by the way you squirmed and fought while he tried to hold you.

"I won't do anything..."

That fucking liar. That fucking monster.

You were going to ruin his fucking life.

Izuku Midoriya, the number one hero, the man who admires his goodness more than anything. It could have made you laugh, still imagining he was the good guy after all that he'd done. His identity was so important to him, he tried to convince himself that he was a good person for not molesting you.

What a saint.

It's too bad that his delusions didn't matter to you. That you would prove to him that he was scum through and through, watch that fake innocent gaze in his green eyes snap. It was why you'd run through the closet he'd bought you, the lingerie section truly convinced you of his deluded nature. He really thought you'd come to accept this. You could only roll your eyes as the dark red strings and lace grazed your hand, a smile tugging at your lips, fully knowing how quickly he'd crumble.

You did not fall short, he'll give you that. Walking into his home after a long day of work the last thing he expected was to see the lights off. Darkness, something he was sure not to leave you in. It made his heart drop. Paranoia dug through his skin, and thoughts raced as fast as he did look for you, checking the doors, the windows, looking for signs of your escape. He couldn't believe there weren't any.

He couldn't believe it when he saw you, either. Short red crop top, neck height fastened at the side with string, unholy short black skirt riding up your thighs, teasing the sight of your flesh, held tightly by the thigh highs, heels, high and undoubtfully difficult to walk in, yet how could it be you held your self with such elegant confidence, sitting at the edge of his desk, red lights illuminating your breathtaking features. You didn't need to move, you'd stolen the air from his lungs.

"Uh..." His words jumbled in a sharp exhale, trying to regain his composure. His words failed him as you stood up, slowly pushing yourself onto your feet, dangerous eyes studying him, as if he wasn't the giant barrel of a man, as if it were you with the keys to his cell. He was mesmerized, by every move, every breath, your hand twisting his useless tie around your fingers, and tugging him, as if he were your pet, guiding him to his chair. And he listened. Let you move him like a pawn, even though his gaze bore into you unnervingly as if he could tell this was off.

You didn't seem to care, moving to the back of the office chair, your fingers, long claws trailing down his shoulder, as you walked to the speaker, away from his eyes, you could feel the burn of his gaze watching you. Your hips may have swayed more, your walk into a strut, and your hands climbing up your thighs and finding themselves rubbing soothing circles underneath your skirt, slow, and sensual, surely grabbing his attention as the skin of your thighs exposed more and more, yet to inevitable hide behind the flowy material once more.

You didn't waste the opportunity as you steadied yourself in front of the speaker, spreading your stance wide, and slowly lowering yourself to turn the speaker on. Izuku didn't miss the way you arched your back slightly, the way your fingers moved down to the power button, the way your skirt flared up just enough for him to see the way your thighs curved into the most fantastic ass, yet covered enough to make him grit his teeth. He surely didn't miss the way your thigh highs rolled down a tad, or the colour of the underside of your black stilettos, the dark red extenuating the darkness, bringing sight to your allure. How could he miss the smoothness of your back? It made his heart hammer against his throat as if he'd swallowed it, holding back his impulses.

It almost made him laugh when the song came on.

Your slow rise, as the music, thrummed through the air. He sat up, "Darling, what--" His voice died when you'd held up your hand, demanding his silence, he watched, your hands toying with the strings of your top as if you knew exactly when the strings fell apart, not a single moment felt as torturous as it did when your top rose, falling just right, allowing the bottom of your breasts to show, nothing more. as if it were made to tantalize him. As if you were made to tantalize him. His eyes followed your every move, hand slowly moving from the line of your skirt, upwards and up until the soft flesh of your breast, he watched as you drew a lazy circle over your nipple, toying with his resolve, hand dipping underneath your supple flesh, moving upwards, with a drop of the beat, harshly and swiftly gripping your neck. Your head moved back, as if in the act itself, your lips parted softly, a soft exhale when your hands continued up to your lips, swiping your bright red lipstick to the side, smudging the Madonna. Your hips swung slowly with the beat, the flounce of the skirt extenuating your movements.

Izuku bit his tongue, the shivers crawling up his spine as if it were your claws that were tantalizing him. He could feel himself push against his dress pants, desperate for release, desperate for you. He held himself back, he didn't dare move, didn't utter a noise, afraid to whisk this dream of his out of his reach. He could only watch helplessly as you lowered down, as if in a drop, and spread your thighs, the damned skirt obstructing his view. He tried to stop all of the raging emotions that were attempting to sully his expression. Though he could feel the dark blush creep up his neck, your expression remained nonchalant, as if staring into his mind, listening to the sick thoughts that devoured his patience. Izuku let out a breath, it felt thick in the room, sickly sweaty and warm.

Slowly, you brought yourself back to a standing position, fingers toying with the skirt that he'd grown to resent. Your hips slowly moved as if he were under them, and his eyes moved to watch your fingers play with the silver zipper, with beat the zipper turned useless, and the skirt fell to the floor. The click of your heels as you stepped over the material... a sight to behold. This time, when you had slowly moved down, hands exploring the suddenly exposed flesh of your thighs, he did not ignore the way your eyes drilled into him, or the absolute godlike vision of your skin against the dark contrasting red heels as you fell in the position, like a cat, knees spread, you moved your body, your chest, against the wood, raising your hips off the floor, then slowly, moving onto your hands and knees, crawling towards him, slowly, under his desk. He moved back, pushed himself and the chair back until he reached the wall, watching you move beneath the desk and closer to his legs, hands moving up his shins and parting his legs, up and down his thighs, and his patience which was already wearing thin snapped.

The moment you moved between his legs, his large hand gripped your face, the green eyes which just a moment ago beheld you in surprise and flustered innocence, stared at you with lust so dark it made shivers crawl down your skin, like a jolt of electricity, he leaned down to whisper into your ear. You could feel his flushed skin, warm and slick with sweat as if he'd been holding back from ruining you, awaiting you to come to him instead. "Doll, what have you done?"

Your breath paused in your lungs when his hands moved to dismantle the strings you'd made in specific consideration. This was only a tease. Nothing was going to happen tonight. Your nails dug into his thighs, "No touching," You hissed.

He chuckled, a dark sound disturbing your confidence. "You started the game, darling." He gave no option for chatter when he pushed his lips against yours, arm snaking around you and forcing you to move closer, to stand up in front of him. When you'd managed to push him off you, you'd realised he'd unlaced the strings on your neck, allowing your top to fall to your waist, and exposing your breasts to his hungry eyes. You groaned, pushing him away and standing roughly in your irritance. Grabbing your top with you, "I said no fucking touching. Fuck off, I am done."

The moment you turned, you were pulled back by your hips, ignoring your yelp, he pushed you on top of himself, holding your face close to his, by your neck while his leg rested between your thighs, forcing you to shift your weight onto his lap. You could feel his breath on your jaw, his hand shifting from holding your thighs apart to travelling up your waist, to touching your newly exposed skin. "No, you're not."

You grit your teeth, fear moving through you while you tried to swallow it down, hyper-aware of his large hand holding your throat. "Izuku, You promised." You might as well have spit the words out.

"The moment your skirt moved up, darling, you should've known my words were dust." He hummed, his eyes shining dangerously, you could feel the smile before you saw it. "You can't be expected to put such a lovely act together and not see the results, right?"

He pushed slightly against your ass and forced an exhale out of your lips. "Don't play a game you can't lose."

"Fucking liar!" You hissed, pushing away from him, to no avail. He laughed, placing a kiss on your jaw while his knee moved against you for friction.

Your gasp of pleasure drove a surge of passion through him."Fucking tease.."

Eijirou Kirishima:  👑 Worship 👑

Kirishima is not the kidnapping type, so if you ever get into a relationship with him, it will be stalk full of manipulation. Though his mind does not really seem to comprehend that you, too, are a sexual creature with your own desires. He really thinks that you simply go along with his wants because you love him.

So when you wanted to 'talk,' his mind went into overdrive about what possible thing he must do to keep you right next to him. "Peaches," He started, walking into the bedroom, you were sitting on the edge of the bed, hands folded, eyes piercing into him. "...Is something wrong?"

"Yes." His heart sank at the words. He felt nervous energy force his fingers to twitch. "Sit," With a simple gesture towards the wooden chair.

He followed your words, and you'd never seen your boyfriend move so quickly. He'd usually contest this, kiss you and try to make you giggle, but he was too nervous, instead he simply just sat in the armchair at the opposite side of the room, legs pressed together and back straight, tapping his foot nervously. "Peaches...Did I do something--?"

You raised your hand to silence him, but instead, opened your phone, sitting in silence, leg crossed over the other, forcing him to sit and stew in his nervous energy. His mind raced. He was surprised when instead of speaking the speakers in the room turned on.

It was almost dreamlike in sequence when you walked slowly to the window centred in the room, sunlight streaming through the window giving you the only warm light in the room, he watched the way you allowed the sun to bathe you in it's light, as if it were basking in your beauty, as if it were in the sky only so it may have the opportunity to touch your skin with it's light. It made Kiri pause, just to stare at the view. The white sundress seemed to stick to your body, underneath the rays, he could see the darkness of your lingerie wrapped around you.

You could see his mind go blank as he took you in. The pleasure which drove through you made your skin light on fire, when his eyes turned to yours. His breath faltered, it took everything out of you to hold back your smile. Instead, you allowed your heavy gaze to fall on him, the sleepy look you gave him already pushed his insides into a hot melting pot in his stomach. "Peaches that dress isn't--"

The minute the song's beat dropped, so did your patience for his morally high attitude. You moved towards him quickly, forcing his words to halt when you slammed your heel onto the wood between his legs, forcing him to pause and stare at you. You could see the vibrant red swirl with temptation, he parted his thighs, leaving room for you. You took him by surprise, pushing your forehead against his, and taking another step onto the chair, standing and straightening your posture, gazing down at him. slowly your hand gripped his hair and pulled him upwards, you could see him gasp, and watched carefully as you moved your hips to the rhythm, holding his head close to you (also for support, but hoping he wouldn't notice), bending slowly, one leg then the other, aware of your dress as it brushed against his skin. You dropped with the beat, on the tips of your toes. You couldn't help but laugh when he jumped, his hands instinctually moving to grip your waist. Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pushed your hips against him, rolling your body against his chest, fully aware of his hands moving to grip your ass underneath the dress he was growing to hate. Slowly, you moved against his chest, inhaling in his scent, making sure his eyes were fully on yours, and watched him shiver.

Kirishima might as well had cut his tongue, cause he sure as hell found himself speechless, somehow aware of your every touch, hell he helplessly watched your chest rise and fall with your heavy breaths. When you'd moved your hands through his hair, your legs moving to either side of him, stradling him as the music slowed, his eyes finally moved to the sundress, the flimsy straps holding it up were tempting his resilience, almost as much as you were while you moved your hips to the music, somehow irritatingly holding enough distance to toy with him, to graze him and steal whatever was holding him from tearing you apart.

His eyes were glued to your skin, the strap of your dress falling over your shoulder, it was enticing him, and he moved to tear it, but you were quicker, sitting up, pushing your forehead to his, and moving to kiss him. Kiri might as well had been salivating, his lips parting before you had even decided on what to do, ready to have you. His breath grew heavier when you leaned in, barely grazing the side of his mouth before you threw your head back, moving in a circle, and then back, only to push against his hard-on, and meet his eyes, before you were on your feet again, and his lap lay empty, clearly betraying what you were doing to him.

You almost laughed when you'd heard his frustrated sigh, the way that his crimson eyes followed your every sensual step as you circled him, the desperate way his hand attempted to hold onto your waist. The next time you approached him andreached over to part his thighs he moved immediately, unaware of the way he was reacting, his eyes bearing into yours unwavering. You stood your back to him, slowly bending over, hips moving to the music, he watched in pure awe as you moved down to a sitting position in between his legs, using his knees to support your weight, and this time allowing both the straps of your dress to slip past your shoulder. He wasted no time and reached to unzip your dress. And you let him.

Your hips swayed to the music, and forced a breath from him long held in when you'd dropped down and spread your thighs, hands moving to your knees, and slowly tracing the skin of your thighs, pushing lace of your dress further and further. You didn't need to look back to know he was watching, you could see his thighs shake slightly in contained excitement. Turning with your knee resting on the floor you threw him a dirty look, your hand resting on his thigh once more. His eyes followed the fabric of your dress as it slid off your shoulders, and down your arms, exposing your skin. Your boyfriend almost looked lost in thought, the only way you could tell he was here was the way his breaths started matching yours as his eyes gazed at your chest, rising and falling. You scoffed, and made sure your nails pushed against his skin as you stood, hand trailing up your thigh.

The music silenced. You took your shot, standing in front of him, and backing up, you slowly let the dress pool around your feet like gold.

The black and gold lingerie underneath felt tighter than ever around you as you watched for his reaction. It stunned you when his eyes widened and his lips parted, and he met your gaze with an innocently startled one. It made your confidence falter a slight, yet you pushed forward, reminding yourself the setting sun behind you reflected your sense perfectly. Kirishima gazed in awe. The golden detailing and jewellery shone in the sun, and he could have sworn he glimpsed a crown around your head in the heat of your majesty.

You stalked towards him as if you'd been walking on air, gracefully despite the constricting wear. Tracing his shoulders as you walked around him, you leaned in and he felt compelled to follow you in mere hope you'd allow him a taste of more than the sinful vision. Yet you didn't kiss him like he so desperately wanted. You walked past him, and he almost felt shame for following you with his head as if he'd been a puppy begging for your divine attention. It was only redeemed when you threw yourself into his lap, and he'd immediately held your body to his, cursing lowly while you threw your head back in laughter, unaware he was still enamoured by the act you'd blessed him with.

You slung your arms around his neck, and pulled him close, and he held his breath, as if you would deprive him of your lips had he let out a lustful breath. Except you only smiled, "Don't be a tease, honey. I didn't lace myself with gold so you can stare."

Saying he'd hungrily taken your lips was an understatement. It was thrilling, watching his eyes darken to black with desire.

Of course he wasn't going to stare. "Peaches..." He breathed after the kiss had stolen it from his lungs, you could feel the grip of his tighten, as if his skin was begging to harden around you, and you were a ta nervous he was about to let it. "I'm about to show you what worship really means."

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[restwellsoon]

Hello 👋 for your token of sleep project I would like a daydream prompt with Jason Todd demon AU where he is an incubus and the f reader has accidentally summoned him yet she is super stressed out and needs some relief. Ps. I hope your having a great day or night.

Oh boy am I feeling this as I've just started my grad program while still working full-time. Feelin' like actual death right now.

Thanks for participating and I hope that you have a great day/night as well!

Minors and ageless blogs DNI!

Pairing: Jason Todd x F!Reader

Warnings: Demon AU, smut, slight degradation

/ "There you go," Jason encouraged, watching carefully at the fine movements of your body as he readied it to take him. "Keep breathing. It's okay. Let out a curse even. Fuck? That's what I'm trying to do, sweetheart, just be patient. You can't handle this all at once."

You said a quick prayer to God-any god that would listen- to help you pass your midterms, or at the very least give you the strength to get through the last twelve pages of your paper.

The eerie rustle of papers made your skin prickle as you looked for any source of wind. The window was closed. Your fan was off. The bedroom door had been closed for hours as your roommate gave up, deciding to indulge in hedonistic procrastination instead of keeping their nose buried in a book all weekend.

"God?" You asked, in half-jest and half-hope, your delirious mind looking for any excuse to take itself away from your computer screen.

"Already? We haven't even gotten to the good parts yet, sweetheart," a voice drawled from the darkness beneath your desk.

Reflexively, you scooted back, computer chair wheels swiveling wildly until the back bumped into the foot of your bed. You scrambled off the chair and into your bed, a stupid thought of hiding beneath the covers running through your mind.

The voice crawled from its den, and at first, it was nothing more than hunkering darkness. Each step it took towards you gave it shape, and you sat paralyzed, watching as you saw the face of your end.

Under the dim lighting of your lamp, you saw chiseled muscle and horns. The sharp glint of his fangs were lost as you focused on his face-strange and unknown yet more alluring than frightening. Your mind glossed over his nakedness to be enthralled by his splendor.

"Who are you? What are you?"

"Is it tacky to say, whatever you want me to be?" The being seemed amused by his own joke and only became serious when he realized you weren't laughing with him.

His thumb stuck back to the pile of books behind him before crossing his arms sternly. "You summoned me." He elaborated after your blank stare. "The sigil?" Your bored scrawlings? "The prayer?"

"So you'll help me pass my classes?" His uncertain hum wasn't convincing.

"Or at least help me study better?" He shrugged.

"Will you at least help me out with my job or pay my rent, so I can focus on school?"

"Look," he spoke, "I'm an incubus. Call me Jason. Best I can do is give you post-nut clarity. Take it or leave it."

With a sigh, you weighed your options. The demon seemed useless, but who knew what a clear head could do for your productivity. You gave in with an annoyed 'Fine.'

He grinned, smile stretching to show off two precious dimples. "Atta girl. Smart decision. See, you hardly even need me." In a blink, he was in bed with you, making quick work of your clothes. "But I'm grateful all the same."

His kisses trailed up your legs as they spread for him wider than you were willing to admit. To your relief, he said nothing, only grinned as he buried his nose in your folds. Jason's fingers worked in sync with his tongue, drawing out your sweet nectar as it collected on the base of his knuckles.

After a few minutes, he rose, broad shoulders flexing before he sat back to look at his work. His index and middle finger spread apart to look at your hole. "A tight fit, but we can make it work," he mumbled more to himself than you.

His cock was ribbed with thick fat veins and narrowed down to gently arrowed tip, the end drooling with opalescent pre-cum. He gave his cock a few pumps, its length growing an extra inch for good measure as heavy balls lightly swayed.

"I don't think it'll-" You tried to interject, but your thought was lost as the head entered and teased, rubbing against your clit as you body ached for the demon.

"There you go," Jason encouraged, watching carefully at the fine movements of your body as he readied it to take him. "Keep breathing. It's okay. Let out a curse even. Fuck? That's what I'm trying to do, sweetheart, just be patient. You can't handle this all at once."

Five frustrating minutes later, his length was buried inside you, and Jason wasted no more time to fuck you, resting his ankles on his shoulders as he worked.

The orgasm was noticeably longer than others you've had and seemed to drain the life out of you as you tried to catch your breath. Jason was unaffected-chipper even- as he laid beside you.

"So what's that post-nut clarity telling you?" Each human was different after all.

You checked the time before looking back at your books and computer. You had work in three hours and your paper was due in six.

"I'm already fucked," you admitted before straddling his great lap. "Might as well enjoy it."

A Token of Sleep | event / Jason Todd's Masterlist / Rest's Main M.list

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[rataticaisdreaming]

thanks to @rambling-prince-thoughts i'm now willing to share a full analysis on remus (the whole gang is here!). i wish my own personal headcanons and things i've found in canon can help people understand how complex remus actually is.

cw for religious commentary, bible quotes and remus being remus.

disclaimer: i'm catholic. this is not, in any way, meant to impose my religion. remus holds way too many references to the bible for me to not mention it. if this isn't for you, it's 100% okay to turn away from this post. don't leave hate when you can just ignore it. the reason behind saying i'm catholic is to show famders they can have faith and still kin remus the way i do! there's nothing to feel guilty about, intrusive thoughts just make you human 💚

so to quote our favorite trash rat: "let's start from the beginning!"

this will follow the story of cain and abel from genesis 4, which remus mentions in dwit. i'll color code who represents who according to both canon (the twins) and personal headcanon (c! thomas):

cain - remus / abel - roman / god - c! thomas

in 4 genesis 4:4-5 we see that one day, after working hard on their respective jobs, cain and abel present their creations to god. he looks proud at abel's work, but he doesn't with cain's. this makes cain angry. let me remind you green is the color of envy. we know thomas favored roman over remus' creativity during dwit, we see remus get upset over everyone constantly thinking of his work as useless or unwanted.

later, in 4 genesis 4:6-7, god questions cain's anger and tells him that only if he does the right thing, he will be accepted. if he doesn't, sin will try to consume him and cain needs to rule over it. i love the choice of words here: right thing, accepted and rule. everyone was shutting remus up, telling him how awful he was and how bad the things he said were. if only remus could be more like his brother, then maybe he could be accepted.

i have a whole headcanon on the "rule over it" part. i think remus just went insane. you see, during the split, remus got all the "bad" parts of creativity. not only that, but just like roman got thomas' ego, remus got the intrusive thoughts. the way virgil has his own anxiety. i'm convinced remus has his own intrusive thoughts.

at one point, the intrusive thoughts became so loud, he had no other option but to embrace them. in the genesis, god wants cain to resist against sin. remus in this case didn't resist, he took control over his thoughts instead of letting them consume him. he clearly knows what having intrusive thoughts feels like and that hurt him and scarred him real bad. he is okay now with being called demented, he ruled over the intrusive thoughts.

you can see there are moments where remus seems uncomfortable when they talk about intrusive thoughts. his role is creativity, but he is cursed with intrusive thoughts. talking from personal experience, i can see his distress. the screams, loud laughs and stimming. all in an attempt to shut up those thoughts, but sometimes they become too much and they have to get out. the worst part is that you blurt out horrible things like cannibalism and murder. people around you don't understand and they think you mean it. virgil was very right and very wrong when he asked: "but are they opinions that matter?"

yes, the intrusive thought itself doesn't matter. but it's not okay to imply remus' words and opinions don't matter just because he blurts out these things. he matters as much as roman, his brother deals with being the ego and pride. remus has his own issues too that should not be ignored or ruled out as "not important".

immediately after that, in 4 genesis 4:8-12, cain kills abel. god condemns cain to a life where his work will never bear fruit and he will be a restless wanderer. in the "5 years later" video, remus says: "did you know how bored i was before you decided to confront me? all i did was walk around and look for stuff in your head to fuck with!". which implies remus was free to wander around the mindscape, but couldn't be listened to by thomas until he wanted to. which happens in dwit since the thoughts became too much to ignore.

here's something really cool. in 4 genesis 4:14-15. cain says to god: "from your face i shall be hidden. i shall be a fugitive and a wanderer on the earth, and whoever finds me will kill me." god replies: “not so! if anyone kills cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold.” which in the context of what we saw in dwit, means that remus was okay to stay in the dark, but anyone who dares to go against the duke's work will suffer the consequences. we know this because the more the others tried to force him out, the more powerful he became.

(there seems to be an islamic interpretation which says that the devil whispered to cain: "hit abel's head with a stone and kill him", which i found very interesting considering roman took a morning star to the head and the whisper in thomas' head. but i know nothing about it, so i can't confirm it's true.)

i don't believe in patton or janus keeping him locked away, because c! thomas has more power than people give him credit for. remus explicitly says thomas made him the way he is, logan points out it was him who decided to split creativity: "at a young age, you filed away products of your imagination as either welcome or forbidden." it is during clbg that roman says to thomas: "you have to give us permission first..." and virgil says "you are the boss, thomas. any information you want to know, you can know. you just have to be open to hearing it."

imo, thomas doesn't know anything about himself and the things he can do. the sides are there to guide him, but i don't think any side has the power to keep something hidden from thomas if thomas himself wants to learn. the reason the sides were able to out janus was because thomas gave his permission, but in dwit the sides didn't want remus to show himself. it was thomas who allowed him in.

let's go re-watch dwit for the fifth time this week:

when he sings: “and since you haven’t puked yet, we'll know they're wrong when they call you sick.” i think it's a nice metaphor to say from the very start that “since you haven’t acted on these thoughts, they'll see there's nothing wrong with you”. he also sings about people not liking him, which makes me wonder about past experiences he had with the sides. he can also be talking about how a lot of people dislike intrusive thoughts and dark creativity.

“good and bad is all made-up nonsense!” makes sense even for me! i don't believe in heaven or hell as physical places, but rather states of self when we are alive. when you're a good person to yourself and others, you can be at peace, but you'll have a harder time if you're bad. good and bad are not extremes, they are a gray mix. just because something is seen as good or bad doesn't mean it is in some cases. intrusive thoughts are seen as bad, but they can be fun! maybe you got a meme pop into your head and started laughing? or how about being in a conversation and an intrusive thought finishes the other person's sentence and you can't keep a straight face because of how stupid it sounds?

the tree of good and evil from the genesis (also known as the tree of knowledge/tree of life) is known for the belief that indulging in pleasure is immoral, but that belief often comes from people who are not religious. good and evil actually represent “the everything”, adam and eve gained knowledge instead of just pleasure. the knowledge to see what's right and wrong, a moral compass and tons of wisdom. for example, without the fruit they would never be able to punish criminals. this tree also represents the mixture of good and evil that creates mortality. janus offering a morsel (fruit) from the tree to thomas or any side means: do not put good and evil into separate boxes, embrace your humanity, what makes you human and your life will be easier.

janus representing the snake is actually genius because he is deceit and no one will trust deceit, but janus represents someone who wants to show the truth. so to make him the lord of the lies is truly evil, mr. sanders. remus represents the truth, but he is also given an evil role. they both are there to give thomas the fruit that will allow him to be more honest and direct dealing with his issues, so that he no longer deceives himself about the ugliness within him. in that scene, while janus seems to be talking to remus, remus sings janus' part. to me that can be interpreted as: janus and i had a talk and here's how we help thomas.

remus talks about how every mortal sins and dies at some point, but they try to deny it and ignore it. remus saying he will still be there even if thomas is alone can represent how no matter how much we isolate ourselves from sin, it will always be there as part of the human psyche. might as well accept that fact now.

remus asks him: "why do you want to stifle your own creativity?" which can perfectly mean: "why are you denying and ignoring a part of yourself that can be good?" dark creativity can be amazing! take a look at your favorite horror films and games, tragic novels and dramas. they all use a perfect combination of remus and roman's creativity. without one of them, we would never have these things.

laughing at your own intrusive thoughts can be a sign of you hating those thoughts, but being so used to them you don't care anymore. remus obviously knows what it's like to hate them and try and force them out, lot of good that did him! he realized repression is horrible. you don't need to act on these thoughts, you can get them out by writing them down in a journal or saying them out loud in private. trust me, it feels way better than keeping them inside.

i really like remus recognizing he is not scary, but instead, people are scared of him. if anyone needs to hear this: you're not a freak or a monster for having intrusive thoughts or any dark interest, or both! remus is just trying to be himself and deal with a very human thing a lot of us can relate to. thats why he makes me feel like i'm not alone in this <3

i think remus threatening logan to shut up is because he thought logan would attempt to convince thomas to repress his thoughts the same way patton did. i really like that logan continues to teach amazing lessons on intrusive thoughts, why the duke is important and we can see remus listening to him without interrupting. until the last part where he is just a brat.

just remus saying there is no rhyme or reason to what he does is enough for people to remember intrusive thoughts are mostly meaningless, like virgil said. they just happen. don't take them too seriously or think too deeply about them.

i want to point out that remus becomes distressed when logan says his contributions are intrusive thoughts instead of a different creativity. like… remus just couldn’t convince anyone, not even logan, of his job. no wonder he acts like a brat in wtit. the one side who was closest to understanding him, ended up being just like the rest of them. stubborn and repressing his own feelings, that seems to be a recurring theme with our boys.

remus is able to be gentle, we can see that when he listens to virgil at the end of dwit. that genuine smile and eye contact (which he avoids for most of the episode), the calm chuckles compared to the loud laughter from before and sweet tone of his voice… it's clear that whatever happened between virgil and the dark sides, remus doesn't think ill of him. i could almost believe he misses him. i think that whatever happened, it was between virgil and janus. remus had nothing to do with it and virgil knows that. in the "happy fifth anniversary" celebration, virgil looks amused at remus. i think he misses him too.

in wtit, i absolutely adore how remus uses real traps for thomas to represent how intrusive thoughts can trap you in an endless loop of hurting. i love that he can just give thomas the thoughts without any effort, but he uses his creativity to have fun with his other job and be extra dramatic. the fact he can attack other sides, summon beings like real people or monsters AND control them, that makes me wonder how powerful he truly is. it can be a unique aspect of the twins and i would love to see more of that in future videos.

remus is not scary. i've seen scary people and remus is not it (it's what he represents that scares others). he is silly and playful, extra and dare i say, more dramatic than roman. there's a lot of curiosity from him that i believe comes from his constant intrusive thoughts, he also seems to be knowledgeable in specific topics. he is very genuine in the way he expresses himself, not really hiding anything. he is so unique and eager to spend time with the sides.

he also acts in a way that reminds me of how loneliness can affect someone when they finally interact with others. his poor ability to read the room and how others feel, the little control he has over how loud his voice can get, the constant need for attention. all signs of being neurodivergent spending a long time by himself.

remus tries to teach a lesson to logan about how he can't do everything by himself. sadly, remus is the only side around for some reason (i guess the others had a ddr tournament) and logan refuses to acknowledge remus as a potential helper. instead, he keeps seeing him as an antagonist in thomas’ day, which he is. i think remus could potentially be against thomas after being denied acceptance by the others. that's why i would love to see remus become orange’s ally in his way to create chaos. in dwit he does say he wants to wreak havoc. the dance scene can be seen as another battle between sides, logan winning because logic can be a powerful tool against the irrationality of intrusive thoughts. but since it's logan who is being affected by orange’s influence, i wonder what that will do to logan’s power over remus.

remus tried to be accepted before and he was refused the opportunity, he tried a last time in dwit and failed once again. i think he is fed up at this point, that's why he feels like such a threat in wtit. he doesn't seem to care that he is creativity anymore, instead leaning more into his role as intrusive thoughts and using his creative power to make those stronger. he looks PISSED when logan tries to talk to him at the end of wtit. he clearly doesn't trust him nor believes logan is being honest.

remus says “you're going to pretend that i don't exist, so i'll pretend you don't exist.” and logan goes about how everyone has their own role, but still cannot see remus as creativity and remus is just so mad at him and the others for that. the sides think they're acknowledging remus by accepting him as intrusive thoughts, when in reality, they're denying his main role. it's the same thing that happened with virgil, in denying virgil as helpful and thinking he was only anxiety (which is perceived as a bad thing), they saw the effects of no anxiety at all and how much virgil protected thomas.

i really like remus getting interested in logan when orange shows himself. i see it as remus finally seeing a flawed logan, which can allow sympathy since remus is extremely flawed. logan showed him he is repressing something and who is remus but an advocate against repression?

roman and remus’ relationship is extremely interesting, putting all the cain and abel parallels aside, i think they love each other the way siblings do. they banter and annoy each other to no end. roman says he doesn't like him at the end of dwit, but it's so obvious he is in denial. he doesn't want to admit someone like remus is his twin and that he is fond of him despite his weirdness. i want remus to close roman’s arc, i want remus to help roman understand that it's okay to not be perfect and still be a good creativity. if anyone can help roman feel less insecure about himself, it's his twin.

roman says remus shows him everything he doesn't want to be. remus is flawed and happy to be seen as such. roman struggles so much to keep up the mask of perfection and when he sees how happy his brother is being flawed, he hates it. the little things that make roman insecure, remus embraces them and roman can learn so much from him. they likely share a room, they spend time together or at least, remus whispers into his ear waaay too much. if you go back to episodes before dwit, you'll see how defensive roman gets over things he said that others disapproved off, clearly being influenced by his twin. i think the realization roman talks about it's not only remus being the one to influence him, but also that remus represents more than he thought he did.

i think we can all agree with roman that sometimes we see ourselves in the mirror and we see the parts that makes us flawed, we hate them and want to turn away from them instead of accepting them. remus makes people uncomfortable because the truth is, most of us see something in him that we try to deny. be it the intrusive thoughts, the dark creativity… or something as simple as having an annoying laugh. we will always be able to love ourselves and quicky find something that we hate. not because it hurts us, but sometimes… because others have hurt us for being this way. i'm autistic and i know how harsh the world can be to people who are different, but remus made me feel seen. he made me feel valid for being me! he always makes me laugh and most importantly, he makes me feel safe <3

the most beautiful thing about remus is how freely he is himself. people will try to stop you from being who you are at heart, they will call you a freak and try to shut you down. if you take one thing from remus (even if you don't like him or sympathize with him) is that true happiness can be found in allowing yourself to be who you are. without a care in the world, because the only person who can judge you is yourself. no one else. you know yourself better than anyone else, so be happy and go feral if you want. as long as you're living true to yourself and staying safe 💛

go ahead and eat that second cookie, you earned it 🍪✨ if you don't like cookies, go grab something you enjoy. reward yourself for staying strong against this mess we call world. thank you for reading! i hope you have a wonderful day/night ⛅

#rataticaisdreaming #i think about him a lot okay? #we are trash rats wanting to be understood #shout out to all the fanfic writers who write remus as a complex character #you're my heroes! #sanders sides #remus sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #thomas sanders #religious commentary #religion

[felice-jaganshi]

His Pet

Chapter 14

Alastor x OC

Content warning: mention of potential SA and minor acephobia.

He sat on her bed, rocking her back and forth until she had calmed down. He was extremely troubled by today's events.

“Darling… I'm certain you're very tired from all of today's activities, but I need you to answer something for me before I let you rest.”

She nodded, staying silent as she clung to him.

“Darling, I'll never judge or blame you for things that happened against your will, but I must know… what did Valentino do to you?” He needed to know how badly he had failed her. How bad the damage done was.

 

She shook her head, “He only hurt me. He didn't… he tried but I fought back and I tried to rip his throat out, but he moved, so I missed and got his wing. He thought if I bled enough I'd be easier to handle. But… my blood is gold so… he freaked out. I was able to run, and hide. Took a chunk of wing with me.”

 

“Do you remember scratching me?” He held out his hand to her. She looked confused and took it.

“I did this? I… hurt you?” She kissed the marks gently. “I don't remember that, I'm sorry.” He smiled and pet her head.

“I forgive you. It was my own fault for approaching you in such a state. You bit my shoulder too, should I be glad you didn't rip my throat out?” He was teasing her now.

 

“No, I was more in control then. That one was on purpose. Just an affection bite. Something I used to do with my old partner. You're a lot like them. Please don't abandon me like they did… I know I'm useless and weird and broken, but please… I can't handle being on my own.” She started sobbing, the action taking over her whole body, her ears laying flat to her skull.

 

“Useless and broken… is that how your partner made you feel? And you dare compare me to them?” He sounded irritated. “You have been nothing but useful to me. Maybe a bit of a hassle at times, but certainly not boring at least! And broken? What about you could possibly be considered broken?” He asked, and began petting her head and hair in long slow strokes.

 

“I'm… because I couldn't… something that happened when I was… because I can't- because I'm Ace!” She was struggling to say the words. This was something that had bothered her her whole life. And even in death, her past trauma was still fucking with her! He frowned, remembering what she had said that term meant, and given the context she was struggling to give, he was able to paint a few potential pictures of what she was trying to say.

 

“My dearest… that does not make you any more broken than it does me. I don't have any interest in those activities either. So you are not broken in the slightest. And anyone who has made you feel as such is a filthy pervert undeserving of your attentions or affections. Is that also how your ex partner made you feel?”

“N-no… they were also ace… but they were always frustrated with my inability to care for myself in other ways. I always had to be told what to do and how to do it. Always living life in a daze half in my head… I just wanted to write my stories… but I acted too much like a child for an adult woman… so… they wanted their independence back.” 

 

She looked up at him.

“Well, I can certainly understand a desire for independence.” She stiffened in his arms. “Shh, shh.. but I would never abandon a soul in my care. You are mine, and I will never leave you. I…” He took a breath, was he a man or was he not? Why were these words so hard for him?! “I. Love you too. I mean it.” There! It was true enough, it might not be in the same way she felt for him, but how else could he describe this bond if not ‘love’? “Just don't expect me to say it often.”

“Al… can I kiss you?” He froze, he felt hot and cold at the same time.

“I… don't think that's a good idea.”

“Just on the forehead?” She asked next, trying to find his boundaries, it seemed.

“I… suppose that would be acceptable.” He didn't sound terribly certain though.

She put her hands on his shoulders and sat up in his lap, she gently kissed his forehead, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away and sitting in his lap with a smile. Well, that wasn't so bad… It was actually somewhat pleasant. 

“Thank you. For everything. You are my special person. I hope one day I can be considered your partner.” He thought for a moment before kissing her on the forehead back. That.. also didn't feel terrible.  

“That actually doesn't sound so bad… you could read your stories on my broadcasts, and we'll call you the Radio Angel. That would certainly scare enough sinners into leaving you alone at least. But for the next while, until you're strong enough to be an overlord yourself, I don't want you heading out without my personal escort. If I can't even count on Nifty to protect you, how can I count on anyone else?” He pulled her tight to his chest. “I will not lose my most important treasure. Not now that I've finally found it.” She purred in his arms, closing her eyes and falling asleep, feeling safe and loved.

Angel knocked on the door, “Hey, they said only I was allowed in. Mind if I do?” 

“You may join us. She just fell asleep.” Alastor called out. Angel entered the room.

“Damn… so she really is an angel. No wonder she's sweet as sugar.” He frowned and looked at her in Al's lap. “What did Big V do to her?” He seemed scared of the answer, and Alastor respected him for his concern. 

“Just a few cuts and bruises. At least that's what she told me. I'm hoping you can confirm. Being a brother figure to her, she might feel more comfortable telling you if he touched her in other ways. I want to believe her, but better safe than sorry.” 

Angel nodded, “Yeah, once she's up, I can have a talk with her. I'll help run her a nice bubble bath too. That usually helps me feel better after… Well, we don't have to talk about lil’ ol’ me. Mind if I take a seat and wait for her to wake up?”

Alastor nodded, “Her chair is at the desk. I'll keep holding her, she's likely to protest if I try to leave her like this.”

“Heh, look at that. The radio demon does have a heart. Good.” He got comfortable in the chair, pulling it close to the bed. “I won't tell anyone, promise.”

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[shojislady]

2. PISSBABY TSUKISHIMA

"BYE MA!! LOVE YOU TOO! SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL!" y/n screamed out as she shut the door behind her. today was the day that y/n started school at karasuno high. she wasn't nervous, not at all. y/n never had any trouble making friends. she was an outgoing person and was easy to get along with.

(lol imagine)

beginning her walk to school, she decided to text the group chat to see how everyone was doing. the gc was originally made by the twins and y/n for chaotic reasons, but sooner or later they actually used the group chat for important reasons like planning or just occasionally checking up on each other.

'i miss them, but I'm gon beat them up when i see them. wanna act all tough cuz I'm 10 ½ hours away. just wait till i visit them.' y/n thought.

this is basically the format for each conversation that happens. y/n going into the group chat to check up on everyone to make sure they're okay, then the twins start ganging up on her until kyoya gets annoyed and tells them to stfu because he's trying to relax and he can't silence his phone. it was funny because when they got back to school, she would pretend like nothing ever happened and continued to flirt with kyoya.

"oh, there's the school!" she pointed out to literally no one. there were a bunch of students flooding in the gate. "gauh LEE.. that's a lot of damn people.”

she continued her slow pace to the school, not really caring about what time she got there, as long as she was before lunch. she was gonna be a bit late, either way, seeing as she had to go to the front office for her schedule.

"well, time to go beast mode." #alpha

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"All right Ms. l/n, welcome to our class! go sit behind yamaguchi. Yams! raise ur hand!" the teacher yelled out. y/n had gotten to school on time, but joined the rest of the students during their third class, since the VP took her on a small tour of the school after giving her the schedule.

she scanned through the sea of students to see a timid-looking boy raising his hand. he was cute, and looked to be a few inches taller than y/n. he had freckles and a nice mop of green hair standing on top of his head. if his face was red, he'd be a human strawberry.

with her black and blonde faux locs swaying behind her, she went to sit in her newly designated seat behind the boy who was now known as yamaguchi. she pulled out a notebook and opened it to a blank page, which was deemed useless seeing that she had already learned what was being taught.

bored, she pulled out her headphones, opening spotify, she pulled up her chill playlist, she clicked shuffle play, smiled, and relaxed a bit seeing the first song that came up. it was ' Big Poppa - the notorious b.i.g'. it was one of her favorite songs to chill to.

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"hey, it's time for science... " was what y/n heard as she removed her headphones. it was yams, telling her that it's time for the next subject.

now that she had the slight chance to talk to him, she decided to say what had been on her mind for when she saw him.

"thanks. y'know, you're really cute by the way. you look like someone i'd accidentally bump into in the street and u'd apologize and i'd say "no really its all my fault" then start talking to much cuz i got nervous. that's a compliment by the way."

'...what?' yams was shocked yet confused. he wasn't used to out of the blue compliments like that, or really at all. especially not from girls, and a really attractive one at that. but aside from the initial shock, why the fuck was it so specific and detailed?

"oh! uhm- thank you! you're really pretty yourself!"

"thank you! and thanks for waking me up! wanna be friends?"

"oh, no problem. and sure!! "

'that was odd...' tadashi thought to himself as he turned to face front. "damn, that was quick, yamaguchi" his childhood friend, tsukishima, teased. "im surprised you didn't stutter ur ass off.”

tsukishima kei was a very tall individual. he had short, blonde hair and was more on the thinner, lanky side.

"oh piss off tsuki, ur just mad that i talked to the pretty new girl before you, loser." yams shot back.

(bozo😹👎🏽 take this L tsuki🤡 )

"whatever😒😒"

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"hi yams! hi yams' friend! what are we doing now?" y/n asked. the bell had just rung, and y/n was too lazy to pull out her schedule.

"hi l/n! this is tsukishima! its lunchtime right now so we're heading to the cafeteria!!" he replied with a small smile on his face.

"BOOO!! the cafeteria sucks ass. that's why I always ate in the club room." y/n complained with a big ole thumbs down.

although she was pretty extroverted, she didn't like all the extra loud noise and nosy people. there are some hating ass hoes back at Ouran, but she couldn't give less of a fuck. all they ever did was talk shit because they were jealous of her relationship with the hosts, but she knew it was part of the deal when she became friends with them.

"wah wah, cry me a river. either sit with us or not, jeez." blabbered smart- ass tsuki.

"actually, you're in luck! we and a few others are all going to meet and eat lunch in the gym to go over some stuff for our club, you can join if you want!" yams offered.

she happily accepted the offer and continued to walk along with them to the cafeteria, then to the gym where they would eat. they stopped by the vending machine for y/n, because her thirsty ass drank all her water before lunch, now craving a nice refreshing beverage to wash down the curry she's about to fuck up.

after a few more short minutes of walking, they had finally reached the gym and heard arguing coming from the inside, not knowing that the moment she steps into that gym, she'd be going on a wild trip.

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guys.. dont be mad at me ik i missed my deadline☹️☹️

but im thinkin..

should i still write the beach episode for ouran? i have a few ideas for it but idk..

LEMME GO UPDATE THE OTHER BOOK

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[ateezreactionsandscenarios]

Behind Closed Doors - Chapter 1

Pairing: CEO! Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Slice of life, Suggestive(ish)

CW: None, just Woo is a bit of a flirt.

Word Count: 4273

Summary: Y/n is a Journalism student who’s eager to start her internship at a big media firm, but when her nerves start to get the better of her, her roommate Clio suggests going to the new bar that just opened to take the edge off. Who would have thought that night would open up a whole can of worms y/n wasn’t prepared for.

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You look at the clock on your phone which read 10:30. Your head falls limp in your hand as you stare between your phone screen and your notebook that was now covered in doodles, how had it only been half an hour since the beginning of your lecture, you still had another hour and a half to go at least. Todays lecture was the start of Law in Media, you were usually very alert when it came to your lectures, the pages in your notebook filled back to front with colourful notes, thoughts, opinions and questions, but Law … not so much, you tried to take notes at the start but boredom soon took over causing you to zone out and mindlessly doodle over what useless notes you’d already written down. You go back to your phone briefly to text your roommate Clio.

[Y/n 10:37]

“Hey, what are you doing in around an hour?”

[Clio 10:38]

“Nothing, why? … Wait, aren’t you in class?”

[Y/n 10:39]

“It’s boring as shit, wanna grab a coffee when I’m done, I think I’m gonna need it after this snooze fest.”

[Clio 10:41]

“Anything for you girlie.”

You smile at her response as you tuck your phone away again and attempt to pay attention to the last hour of your session, coming out of it with even a small amount of notes is better than going away with nothing at all. You were finally free when your lecturer decided to dismiss you for the day. You’d never been so quick to thrown your things into your bag as you were today, no organisation just swiped off the desk into the bag which you slung over your shoulder and headed for the door. You sent another text to Clio telling her you’d left and you were on your way just to be sure she was ready. 

When you got to the coffee shop you weren’t surprised to see that Clio wasn’t there, you had grown used to the fact she’s always late, it was that much of a habit you both made jokes about how she’d be late to her own funeral. While you waited for her to arrive you bought your coffee’s and found a nice spot to sit next to a window. Just when you were about to drop her a text asking where she was that’s when she came flying through the door scanning the room for you. “Sorry, I fell asleep waiting for you to finish class.” You couldn’t hold back your chuckle, you could picture her watching one of her cheesy dramas while she waited ultimately ending up sprawled out over the couch like a starfish asleep, you knew this is what happened because you’ve come home to it many times before and always made jokes about it to here. “It’s okay, I got your coffee, cappuccino with extra chocolate dusting just the way you like it.” She beamed at you in thanks as she took the cup with both hands holding it to her nose. “So, how bad was the class?” Clio asked before taking a small sip of her coffee. “Oh it was so bad, I’d find a lot more entertainment in watching paint dry.” You scoff. “That bad huh? What are you on now?” 

“Law in media.” You roll your eyes wanting to forget the whole thing. “LAW!? You’re studying to be a journalist not a fucking lawyer.” Clio laughs seeing how annoyed you are over it all. “I know but we need to know what’s legal and what’s not for media, we need to be able to cover our asses if we get a really juicy story.” Clio gives a light nod acknowledging where you’re coming from. “Have you heard anything from that company you applied for an internship at?” You nod nervously at her question, you were so happy you got in but you were dreading the interview, you’ve never been very good at hyping yourself up to others and the constant thoughts of how you could mess up were really making you nervous. “Yeah, I’ve got an interview tomorrow with the C.E.O of all people.” You took a nervous sip from your coffee avoiding your roommates beaming eyes at the news. “That’s great I’m so happy for you, my favourite girl in a big shot company that’s amazing!” You smile at her enthusiasm grateful for how much faith she had in you for getting through the interview successfully to begin with. “I need to do well tomorrow before you can go bragging to people.” You laugh as she swats away your doubts with her hand. “You’ll do amazing I know you will, there’s no need to be nervous.” Your laugh came out a little louder than you planned, catching the attention of some people sat around the coffee shop. “I’m filled head to toe with anxiety I don’t think not being nervous is an option.” 

“I have an idea to take the edge off, that is if you’re up for it.” Clio winks at you over the brim of her cup. You know that wink all too well and whenever she gave you that wink trouble was always sure to follow. “Oh no, what are you planning...Look if you’re gonna try and hook me up with that guy for your Lit class I’m not going I've told you I’m not interested.” She laughs at how you jumped straight to that conclusion trying not to spit her mouthful of coffee everywhere. “No, no, I was thinking we could go out, you know get a couple drinks down you to take the edge off, I heard there’s this new bar a couple streets over that just opened it’s meant to be the new hot spot.” Her offer did sound good but was drinking really a good idea before a massive job interview? “Clio, I don’t think it’s wise if I turn up to my interview tomorrow with a raging hangover, it’ll make me look unprofessional and like I don’t give a shit.” You argue, you knew you were lucky to even get the interview in the first place. “We won’t go crazy I promise, just a few drinks and we’ll be out of there, you just need a little something to take the edge off that’s all, and if you’re not gonna take up my offer and sleep with Mingi...” You groan cutting her off before she even starts. “I told you I’m not gonna sleep with him, I don’t care how interested he is.” Clio tries to stifle her laugh so not to disturb anyone again but had great difficulty in doing so. “I’m sorry, okay I’ll stop. So drinks tonight are you in or out?” You took a little time to think about it, on one hand you knew going out was the irresponsible decision but on the other hand if you could keep Clio to her word about only having a few and not going crazy then it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. “Okay I’m in.” You agree as Clio tip taps her feet under the table trying to keep in an excited squeal. “On the condition we don’t go overboard.” You shoot her a warning look to show you’re being serious. “I promise.” she nodded her head aggressively still trying to hold back her excitement. 

By the time you were ready it was 7pm and Clio was getting impatient. “Come on you said you don’t wanna go crazy so we don’t have much time to waste let’s goooooo.” She calls to you from the living room. You’re just putting on the last of your accessories but struggling to find a pair of earrings to match your emerald silk dress which you paired with some black strappy heels. “Hey Clio which ones do I go with?” You ask walking into the living room holing up a different earring in each hand holing them to your ears. “The left one.” She answers not looking up from her phone. “Hey, you didn’t even look at them.” You pout jingling them in your hands to get her attention. “I don’t care, just pick a pair and let’s goooo.” You look at the earrings again giving a shrug and just going for the one in your left hand before grabbing your clutch. “Okay, shall we?” You ask holding your arm out to her like couples do in her cheesy romcoms. She gives a squeal at the gesture and links her arm with yours as you walk out down to the bar.

The bar was packed, Clio wasn’t lying when she said it was going to be the new hot spot, it looked like it already was. The music was blaring so loud you had to lean in to Clio’s ear to be able to talk to her. “This place is amazing!” You yell in hopes she’s able to hear you. “I know right, do you wanna grab a drink?” You nod with a smile as you head over towards the bar. The music was a lot quieter around the bar which you were quite relieved about, you didn’t want to add a lost voice to your list of worries for your interview. As a treat to you Clio insisted on buying the first round of drinks, the bartender handed over 2 of the prettiest drinks you had ever seen, a pink liquid with small berries scattered throughout and topped with a small sprig of lavender and a small skewer of strawberries all served in a tall slim glass. “This is so pretty.” You gasp looking at your drink taking a small sip. “A pretty drink for a couple of pretty girls.” The bartender winked as he walked off to his next customer. Clio glanced over at you raising her eyebrows, you quickly shut her down with a nudge as you make your way to the dance floor.

You were so lost in the music, feeling the beat and each note run through you, your body almost moved on its own, Clio was just as bad as you her arms in the air drink spilling a little every now and then. You were having the time of your life, definitely what you needed to calm your nerves. As you dance and laugh with Clio you seem to draw in attention from a number of men, most of which treid their hardest to dance with you, well, call it more of a grind. You made a promise to yourself tonight was not a night for that, you weren’t looking for a hook up you came here to drown your stress. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” You hear Clio yell to someone behind you. You turn to see some random guy uncomfortably close to you eyeing you up and down, you stepped back in an attempt to get away from him when you hear Clio yell again. “Hey, dumbass I’m talking to you!” He glances over to her still trying to dance with you. “Step away from my girlfriend buddy, she’s taken.” You whip your head around to look at her wide eyed over what she said, her small side eye to you told you to go along with it so you did allowing her to snake her arm around your waist pulling you close to her. This seemed to only rile the creep up even more. “Ah, 2 for 1 I see.” Before he could take another step the both of you threw your drinks into his face, the action not planned made you both giggle as you watched him storm off into the crowd flicking the pink drink off him and ruffling it out of his hair. “Thanks Clio.” You laughed as you hugged her. “We gotta keep each other safe from creeps am I right?” She says laughing harder as she pulls you in to dance a bit more. 

Music talking over you again you got back into your rhythm, however you were still a little shaken keeping an eye out for more creeps. As your eyes scan the dance floor you find your gaze locked with probably the most attractive man you’d ever laid eyes on. His body was moving fluidly to the music, not missing a beat, his long black hair slightly hanging in his eyes, he shot you a small smirk obviously catching you looking at him. Your eyes widen in embarrassment as you try to avert your eyes from his. “What’s up?” Clio asks seeing your cheeks turn to a flush pink shade. You shake your head in reply as you find your eyes wandering over to the man again who, by the looks of it, hasn’t taken his eyes off you. Clio turns to follow your eye line finally seeing who you were looking at. “Oh he’s cute go talk to him.” Clio encouraged giving you a playful nudge. “I’m not going to do that.” You laugh focusing your attention on her. “And why the hell not, he’s clearly even the tiniest bit interested look at the way he’s looking at you.” 

“That other guy was looking at me the same and he was a creep.” You argue. “Yeah but this one is FINE.” You couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction to him, and knowing Clio the way you do you knew for a fact if it was her he was looking at she’d have jumped on him in a heartbeat, but you were sticking to your promise. You take another glance at him, he seemed to have gone back to what he was doing, you couldn’t stop yourself admiring everything about him the way he moved, his hair damp with sweat from dancing and his purple silk shirt leaving little to the imagination with how deep the neck line was. You felt yourself start to get more and more flustered the longer you looked at him, now was the time to get another drink down you. “I’m gonna go grab us some more drinks.” You yell to Clio over the music, she nods in response as she danced off into the crowd.

You took in a deep breath once you got to the bar, taking a bit of time to calm down in the slightly quieter area. Even though you only had 1 drink in your system your head was spinning, you weren’t sure if it was the deep rooted anxiety of your upcoming interview or if it was the fiasco of that creep from earlier still running through your mind but you knew you needed a few minutes to get your heart rate back to normal. You quickly check your phone for the time, 9pm, you nod to yourself happy with how the night is going so far, you weren’t drunk and it was still early, usually if this was any other time you’d be 4 drinks deep and starting to feel the buzz. You head over to the bar ordering a simple pink gin for you and Clio, the same bartender smiling as you placed your order and walked away to make it. Playing with a mini skewer you’d found on the side of the bar you started to trail off into your own thoughts only to be ripped away from them a second later. “And what’s a pretty little thing like you doing at the bar on your own?” You hear an unfamiliar voice say from behind you, you turn to see the man from the dance floor approaching you. He looked even better up close, the way his face was a little flushed from his dancing and the heat from the club, his hair slightly messy but the way it sat still looked amazing like he meant it to look like that, your eyes glanced a little further down his silk shirt loose fitting and displaying quite a bit of his toned chest that was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “Is that your go to pick up line to girls at bars?” You ask trying to seem unphased as you lean on the bar. His eyebrow raised a little not expecting that response from you. “Well only to the really pretty ones, and that’s rare.” He winks joining you by your side. You scoff at his words and try to turn your attention to anything other than him. “Hey, you didn’t answer my question, why is a beauty like you on your own?” You roll your eyes knowing you weren’t going to get any success in ignoring him. “I’m not on my own, I’ve just come back to get drinks for me and my friend.” You say matter-of-factly. “Oh, so your boyfriend is probably back at home or something, he’s a lucky guy having a stunner like you to himself.” You laugh a little too loud at his assumption. “I don’t have a boyfriend, just here with my friend to take my mind off a few things.” His eyes widen hearing that you’re single and he decides to slide ever so slightly closer to you. “A little stressed huh? And what stresses can a beautiful girl like you have to stress over?” He rests his head in his hand shooting you with a charming smile that makes you unconsciously smile back even though you didn’t want to fall into his spell. “Just work stuff, I could say the same about you, a charming guy like you on your own, a bit suspicious if you ask me.” The man gives a small chuckle as he glances down to the top of the bar being caught off guard as his own words were used against him. “Well you know, I’m a single guy looking for a bit of fun so why not?” You scoff again seeing what his real intentions were. “Look I’m not looking for anything like that.” You shoot him down before he tries to continue any further. He looks up at you a little wide eyed to what you said “Oh I didn’t mean to come off like that, yeah a hook up was a possibility for tonight but when I saw you out there I knew I just had to talk to you, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” You give him a small smile feeling he meant what he said, you’ve come across men like him plenty of times, they sweet talk you and once you give them an ounce of attention they try to get into your pants and get all pissy when you deny them, but this guy, he seemed a bit different. “I’m sorry for assuming.” You smile at him, just as you were about to say something else the bartender comes back with your drinks. You thank the bartender with a big smile and go to pull your purse out of your bag but you’re stopped when a hand holds yours in place. “It’s on me.” The man says with a wink as he slides his card over to the bartender. “No, I can’t let you pay for my drinks.” You insist not realising it was to late. “It’s my pleasure a girl as stunning as you should never have to pay for her own drinks.” His charming smile returning to his face as his hand still lays on top of yours. You feel your stomach do flips as you feel yourself getting pulled into his charm. You had to fight yourself to stop from encouraging him, it was one thing the man was handsome and charming but it was another thing that he knew he was, you could see it in his eye and the way he acted, he knew he was hot shit. 

You grab your drinks and turn to leave the bar. “Thank you for the drinks.” You smile as you take a step away from him just to be stopped by a hand gently holding onto the top of your arm. “Hey, I didn’t catch your name.” You turn to answer him but almost spill your drinks as you come to realise how close he was to you, any closer and your nose would be brushing his chest. You look up to meet his eyes through his damp hanging black hair. “Y/n.” You simply answer flashing a flirty look leaving him taken aback slightly. “Wooyoung.” Ah, so now you have a pretty name to match the pretty face, both of which you’ll be sure to remember. “I hope I get to see you around some time, sooner rather than later.” Yo took this opportunity to have a little fun yourself as you left. “Maybe, and maybe next time we run into each other we’ll be on the same page of looking for fun.” You shoot him a wink as you disappear into the crowd leaving him with a smug look on his face thinking of the possibilities.

The next morning you were woken by the loud ringing of your alarm, it never bothered you before but today it seemed to be twice as loud as usual, the ringing still buzzing in your aching head even after you turned it off. Curses leave your mouth as you sit up feeling the room spin slightly, you were pissed at yourself for letting yourself drink as much as you did but at the same time you were thankful you stopped while you were ahead, yes you were slightly hungover but you’ve definitely had much worse hangovers in the past. Finally finding the energy you managed to drag yourself out of bed to get ready for your interview, not before taking a painkiller beforehand. You were met with Clio in the kitchen as you grab a coffee to wake yourself up and seeing the state she was in made you even more thankful. “How you feeling?” You grumble giving her a small pat on the head. Clio didn’t even lift her head from the counter when she moaned her response, you did feel a small amount of pitty for her knowing he had to attend a full day of lectures in this state so you slid her a painkiller and a big glass of water to help her get through the day a little easier.

After you were showered you felt a lot better and refreshed feeling a little more confident to take on the interview, you wanted to make a good first impression so you shuffled through your wardrobe looking for something that was smart but not too smart at the same time. Settling on a simple black skirt and a white button up paired together with a paired of black slip ons, you looked yourself over in the mirror happy with how you looked, you straightened out your hair a little before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. 

The cab ride to Ocean Media was quite short and you were thankful you missed rush hour traffic. As you pulled up outside you were in awe of the tall glass building, it was a lot bigger than what you imagined it to be and quite frankly you were a bit intimidated and your nerves were starting to set in again. You took a deep breath and smoothed over your skirt before stepping inside. The lobby was huge, white marble covered the floor and the high ceilings adorned with low hanging abstract lighting, you were taking in your surroundings aimlessly looking around when you heard a soft voice call over to you. “How can I help you?” You turn your attention to the woman behind the desk, she was small and offered a soft smile as she waited for your reply. “Hello, I’m here for an interview.” Your voice trembled slightly reality setting in. “Oh you must me Y/n, of course follow me I’ll take you to where you need to be.” You nod a thank you as you watch her walk out from behind the desk and lead you to the lift. You watch as she presses the button to the top floor and watched the number slowly rise as you travelled up each floor, ever time the number rose you felt your hands start to sweat a little more and your heart beat a little faster. 

The light ding signaling you were at your destination made you jump slightly and you were grateful the receptionist didn’t notice. You follow her out and once again take in your surroundings, the bright open space filled with a few sleek black chairs and tables and a small desk to the side where another woman was sat. “I have y/n here for an interview.” The receptionist said to the other woman who nodded and buzzed to let someone else know. The receptionist took her leave and gave you a hopeful look as she walked away to get back to work leaving you with who you assume to be a personal assistant. “Mr Jung will see you now.” She announced to you leading you to the door of his office. With a light knock she opened the door stepping to the side to allow you to enter. You looked around the room not seeing anyone but as the chair slowly turned to face you, you felt your heart leap out of your chest and your stomach hit the floor. The man sat before you and the man who was taking your interview, your could be boss was none other than the man you were with the night before. Wooyoung. “Thank you Amber.” He said with a smile dismissing her as he turned his attention to you. “Miss Y/l/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

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[thevelria]

Electric love (Gojoxfem!reader) Chapter 3

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Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Summary:This is the 3rd chapter of an AU story, some parts might be canon, but mostly not. It's going to be a love story between you and Satoru with some spice. Warning will be at the beginning of the chapters. Please read them carefully and skip if any of the listed warnings might trigger you. Otherwise have fun!

Warnings:drinking alcohol, slight lemon (Gojo having a boner), nothing serious...yet lol

Wordcount:3503

Chapter1 Chapter2

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“What about you?” you softened the look on your face, because you felt you might overstepped the line. You didn’t want to look like a maniac. “Now that you know mine, I want to know your deepest, darkest one.”

Gojo cleared his throat, trying to get over the fact that you just said you hate him from the bottom of your heart. In this case confessing to you his deepest secret didn’t look like the best solution. Thoughts were rushing through his mind, doing everything to find something…something he could share with you and which would have sounded like a dark secret.

“Well…” he scratched the back of his neck “I hate being a teacher and going for all those useless, boring business trips they send me from time to time.” he lied with so much ease. Then stared at you, examining your expression whether you bought his story or not. 

“Oh…” you tried to push back your laugh “I didn’t know you were a teacher.”

“Yeah, I am. I teach in a high school.” he leaned back on the bench once again, resting his elbows on the back of it. 

“So those young guys are your students? Who you came to the shop with.”

“Yep.” 

“What do you teach?” 

Hearing all the questions Gojo imaginary facepalmed himself at least 100 times in a second. Why couldn’t he say something else. Anything else. Now he had to keep lying and he hated it a lot.

“I teach….uhm….PT and martial arts.” he finally spat out the words, which made you a bit suspicious, but you let it go anyway. 

“So, you are a fighter, huh?” you poked him on the side with your elbow.

“What? No! No, no I am not a fighter.” he kept bubbling.

“Tell me about the business trips!” you smiled at him. You were truly interested, not only faking it. “For fuck’s sake.” Gojo thought to himself.

“They are boring, like reeeeally boring. Endless meetings and things like that. I never know when I’m allowed to come home. Sometimes it lasts only a few days, sometimes weeks, just like the last time.” he pulled an awkward smile.

“So that’s why you didn’t show up nowadays?” you slammed your palm on your mouth. You weren’t intending to say it out loud, yet it somehow slipped.

“Did you miss me?” The cocky smirk on his face made you embarrassed. “Oh, you totally missed me.” he sighed with an arrogant expression.

“Duh…don’t think that high of yourself.” you waved, rolling your eyes.

“Ouch…” he put his palm on his heart, acting like he was near to death. 

The conversation went on and on for who knows how long, when suddenly his phone buzzed. Taking out the device from his pocket, opening the message changed his whole attitude. His face went from soft and sweet to strict and tense in a brief second. “It’s a special grade. We need you to take care of it…right now.” he read the text, frowning.

“Fucking hell…” he took a deep, irritated breath.

“Is everything okay?” you placed your palm on his arm gently. It was clearer than the sun that something was off.

“I…I need to go now. I’m really sorry.” he jumped up from the bench. “I’m gonna need to head to a business trip again, so yeah…” 

“Okay.” you faked a smile. Even if you didn’t admit it to yourself, you enjoyed his presence around you. And hearing the news made you realize he was going to disappear for who knows how long once again.

“I really did have fun with you. We should do this again, when I get back home. What do you think?” he bit his lower lip. Gojo felt the same as you, not wanting to leave. But it was his duty and deep down he knew that just well enough. 

“Sounds perfect!” you sounded more excited than you actually planned to do.

“I’m gonna text you.” he spun on his heels, about to leave. But before, he looked back at you above his massive shoulder “Stay safe, Y/N! If anything happens and you need help, please call Megumi or Yuta. I’ll send you their numbers.”

Satoru didn’t wait for your reply, he rushed forward and disappeared from your sight within seconds.

“How the heck could two high school kids help me with anything?” you frowned. 

***

Satoru rushed back to the school, looking for Yuta and Megumi. Finding them in the shared living room, playing video games.

“You are a fucking cheater, Yuta!” Megumi growled.

“It’s not my fault that you are lame at this game, Megumi.” Yuta bursted out in a loud laughter.

“One more!” Megumi commanded with a stern face “I’m gonna beat your ass this time.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.” Yuta kept laughing. 

Yuta was good at games, PC or console didn’t matter to him. Having a passion helped him to distract himself from the ugly reality he had to deal with. 

“Guys!” Gojo cleared his throat, interrupting the serious battle between the two. 

“Sensei!” Yuta turned to face him. Megumi took advantage of the opportunity right away, defeating his opponent with ease.

“Who’s the cheater now?” Yuta raised one of his eyebrows.

“Shut up.” Megumi waved. “Are you okay, sensei? You look troubled.”

“I’m gonna need your help with Y/N.”

“Huh?” Both of the boys frowned in confusion.

“I need to leave on a mission. I want you guys to keep an eye on her. Okay? If she gets into any kind of trouble, help her out! BUT you cannot say anything about being a sorcerer. Understood? Not even a slight mention. It’s important! Any more questions? No? Great!” he slammed his palms, frowning his fingers together, teleporting himself to his destination point.

Yuta and Megumi sat on the couch staring at each other in total confusion. 

“What the fuck?” Megumi broke the silence finally.

“Well, it seems our sensei is truly interested in that girl. But can you blame him? Did you see how beautiful she is?” Yuta raised his brows up and down a few times.

“Shut it, Romeo. He would rip off your head in a second if you’d try anything.” Megumi laughed “Plus, you’re just a school boy, she’s a grown up woman.”

“Age is just a number.” Yuta shrugged. 

“Oh, yeah…and jail is just a room, huh?” Megumi laughed out loud “Tomorrow we will visit her at her work, just in case.”

“What are you talking about? I’m 22.” he sounded offended.

“Yeah, and what do you think, how old is she?”

“I don’t care. I could be a better boyfriend than Gojo.”

“Yuta, for fuck’s sake.” Megumi laughed so hard, almost fell from the couch “Let’s pretend this conversation didn’t even happen. Okay? Maybe tomorrow I should go to check on her alone.”

“What? No! He asked both of us! Not only you!”

“But he didn’t know that you are not able to control your hormones.” 

“Fuck off, Megumi..seriously, just fuck off.” Yuta sighed irritated. He couldn’t help it, you looked so sweet and beautiful. Having a crush on you wasn’t his intention, it just happened somehow. 

***

You were getting ready to start your shift, fixing your apron. Placing your notebook and pen in your pocket and listening to Claire’s bubbling. 

“And then he asked me out. Can you believe it?” she sounded way too excited “I’ve been waiting for this moment for like eternity. But I’ll need your help.”

“Sorry, what?” you snapped your face to her.

“Well, actually he asked me if I wanted to go to a club on Saturday night. And I’ll need you to come with me.You know, just in case.”

“Ahh, Claire.” you sighed, trying to find the perfect excuse to cancel “I don’t know…I had other plans for the weekend.”

“Like what?” she raised one of her eyebrows “Watching anime? No, wait I know…reading manga, huh?” she chuckled. She knew you were a nerd and she loved it. Just like you loved her and her goofy, sometimes annoyingly energetic personality.

“Fine.” you shook your head.

“Thank you!” she jumped in your neck, hugging you tight. 

The ringing bell above the door warned you two that a guest arrived, so you both broke the hug. You walked to the pantry and she was fixing her uniform and pulling a sweet, welcoming smile. Stepping to the counter, about to serve the boys.

“Good morning. What can I get for you?”

“Morning.” Megumi smiled “Is Y/N here?”

“Oh” Claire looked surprised “Y/N!” she screamed your name “Come here!”

“What’s wrong?” you frowned, leaving the room and smiling, when you noticed the boys “Oh, Megumi, Yuta. Hey! Is everything okay?”

Claire pulled a suspicious smile and left you guys alone, getting busy with cleaning some tables.

“Uhm, yeah. We are just…” Megumi scratched the back of his neck, because actually he didn’t have any plan. They only agreed to come here, but didn’t talk about what to say. 

“I thought you shouldn’t come here without Satoru.” you teased him. 

“Y/N…” Yuta stepped forward “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“What?” your eyes popped wide.

“Yuta, for fuck’s sake.” Megumi poked him on the side with his elbow, shaking his head.

“Why? I’m just curious.” Yuta shrugged, smirking at you, which made you way more uncomfortable.

“Well, guys.” you cleared your throat “I’m more than happy to serve anything from the menu. But otherwise I’m busy. So what can I get for you?” 

“Look, Y/N. I’m sorry.” Megumi massaged his temple, because this didn’t go the way he planned it. “Sensei just ask us to check on you from time to time, if you need anything.”

“I have to tell you that Satoru acts quite weird sometimes. Like how could you help me with anything?” you laughed awkwardly. 

“We can be very helpful!” Yuta winked at you “Helping with groceries or protecting you from anything.”

“Protecting?” you frowned “Okay, that’s enough. I don’t know what this is all about, but I don’t have time for this. Do you guys want to order? If not, please leave and tell your sensei to stop this bullshit.”

Sitting at a table, waiting for their coffee Megumi looked super pissed.

“Yuta, you’re such a fucking idiot.” he hissed.

“Why? What did I do?”

“Seriously? He will kill both of us, if Y/N gets mad at him because of us, you moron.”

“Oh…” Yuta bit his lower lip, realizing the situation. 

***

Laying on the couch in your living room you still felt upset about what happened at work in the morning. Hesitating between either texting Gojo or not. Finally you grabbed your phone and started to type.

“Hey. Please tell your students to stop bothering me at work. I don’t need any help and especially any kind of protection. And do you think I lied when I said I don’t date? Making your student ask me if I have a boyfriend. It’s really unprofessional…”

Sending the text you dropped your phone angrily at the coffee table, turning on the TV and losing yourself in the anime you recently started to watch. Your phone buzzed a few minutes later.

“Princess, I’m so sorry about them. I’ll have a word with both of them. I believed you about dating. Which one asked you this?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“ I’m truly sorry about this incident. But believe me, if you get into trouble these two could help you out. I just wanted you to be safe.”

“You’re talking about nonsense, Satoru.”

You heard that your phone kept buzzing, but he made you upset and you didn’t care about him and what he wanted to say anymore. So you switched your phone to silent mode. The device’s screen kept popping everytime he sent a message. Then he started calling you, which made you even madder. 

***

“Fucking hell, Y/N. Pick up the goddamn phone.” Gojo hissed, dealing your number for like the 5th time. Not being able to reach you, he almost smashed his phone. Then calling Megumi’s number with a clenching jaw.

“What the fuck did you two do today?” Satoru yelled into the phone. Megumi had to hold it far from his ear. Yuta’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he heard his teacher's furious voice.

“It was just a misunderstanding.” Megumi tried to save themselves.

“Which one of you asked if she had someone?” Gojo’s cold, strict voice made the boys’ blood freeze. “I asked you a freaking question! Who was it?”

“Me, sensei…” Yuta sighed.

“Yuta, what the fuck?” Gojo asked, not expecting any kind of answer, though. 

“I’m sorry, I just…”

“Don’t even start, boy! Just leave her alone, it’s gonna be the best. But if she won’t speak with me anymore, because of you guys…you better hide somewhere.” he kept raging. 

“Is she mad at you?” Megumi asked carefully.

“What do you think? She thinks I ordered you to ask her those stupid questions.”

“Fuck…” Megumi clicked his tongue “Sensei, just let me handle this. I’ll talk to her and make it right. Okay?”

“Don’t you dare…” Satoru was about to give them one more lecture.

“Sorry, what? Sensei? I cannot hear you! Hallo? Hey?” Megumi acted it out easily, while hanging up the phone. “You idiot” Megumi slapped Yuta on the back of his neck “Do you see what you’ve done?”

“Ouch…” he rubbed his neck “I didn’t think that…”

“Yeah, because you are just like Gojo. You don’t think before you act…”

***

As the week went on and on you waited more and more for Saturday. It was weird, you didn’t even remember, when you had a night out at a club for the last time. Maybe before you’ve met Daniel. Claire asked you at least a hundred times just to make sure you were about to show up and not let her down. 

You decided to go big. Standing in front of your wardrobe, trying to pick a dress, which made you feel confident and hot. “Who knows. Maybe I’m gonna allow myself a hook up for the night.” you smirked, grabbing that 2 piece black dress. A quite short, tight, sparkling black skirt with a sparkling black crop top, which had long sleeves, but let your shoulders bare. Simple, but definitely eye catching. You curled your hair and put on some party make up, finally slipped into classic black heels to finish the outfit. 

Meeting Claire in front of the club was the deal. You didn’t have to wait only a few minutes, before noticing her getting out of a taxi. She looked hot, that's for sure. Tight, red dress  ending in mid thigh with a decent cleavage and puffy sleeves. A kinda messy bun and beautiful makeup made her look even more attractive.

“Girl” you smirked “You look fucking hot!”

“Just like you.” she winked at you, while hooking your elbow, guiding you inside. 

The night started and you let yourself relax and tried to have fun. Cocktail after cocktail slid down your throat, starting to feel tipsy, enjoying the party even more. 

Sadly you noticed you ran out of your drink once again, walking lazily to the bar for another one. 

“Hello, pretty lady. Let me pay for your drink!” you heard a raspy voice next to you. As you turned your face you spotted a quiet handsome blonde man. His jawline was rough, but hot. He looked attractive, there was no need to lie. 

“Hey.” you nodded slightly “Thank you, but I can buy my own drink.” you poked your inner cheek with your tongue.

“I’m sure. I just wanted to start a conversation.” he laughed nervously, fidgeting with his yellow, black spotted tie.

“Well, it seems you just did it anyway.” you raised your drink, before taking a sip.

“I’m Kento Nanami, nice to meet you.” he held his hand out for a shake.

“I’m Y/N L/N.” you accepted the offer.

“Where’s your partner?”

“I don’t have one.” you shrugged.

“What a pity.” he shook his head with a slight smirk “Want to dance?”

“Nanami! Where did you disappear?” you heard a familiar voice from behind.

“Gojo, fuck off!” he hissed, before Satoru stepped next to you. The second he noticed you his face tensed.

“Y/N?” Gojo tilted his head in surprise.

“Satoru?” you looked just as surprised “I thought you were on a business trip.”

“Well if someone would have picked up the phone…” he clicked his tongue “But Nanami, what are you doing with my girl?” 

“I’m not your girl!” you huffed in an instant.

“Okay…then with soon-to-be my girl.” Gojo chuckled.

“You are unbelievable!” you shook your head irritated.

“Uhm…” Kento cleared his throat “Have fun!” he vanished into the crowd in a second.

“Y/N” Gojo leaned closer “You look breathtakingly hot.”

“Oh, c’mon…” you rolled your eyes, taking a huge sip from your cocktail.

“So you didn’t miss me?” You kept silent, drinking the sweet liquid from your glass. “Not even a tiny bit?”

“Maybe a tiny bit.” you smiled finally. 

The cocky smirk on Gojo’s face told everything. “Please dance with me!” he grabbed your wrist. Finishing the last sip, you placed the now empty glass at the counter, following a way too excited Satoru to the dance floor. As the song “I’m good” from David Guetta feat Bebe Rexha popped you lost your control. This was the perfect song to release every stress, every doubt, every negativity from your body. 

As you moved your hips left and right to the rhythm you started to sing the lyrics directly to Satoru.

“I'm good, yeah, I'm feelin' alright

Baby, I'ma have the best fuckin' night of my life

And wherever it takes me, I'm down for the ride…”

He smirked at your action, licking his bottom lip, placing his huge palms on your hips, following your movements. The second you turned around and pressed your back against his chest, you felt his body clench. Moving your body the same way, rubbing your ass against his groin drove him crazy. His hands wandered up and down on the side of your body, just as you dropped one of your hands over his shoulder, grabbing the back of his neck. Then you felt something, something hard that poked your lower back and you were about to step forward, but he kept you still.

“Y/N” he growled “Please stay, give me a few seconds to collect myself” his chuckle contained pain and embarrassment.

“Alright.” you laughed “You have 10 seconds to cool yourself.” 

As you counted loud, he focused on his breathing, then finally let you go and you turned to face him. “I’m sorry. I can’t help myself, your body is way too mesmerizing.”

It felt like the next song popped up on purpose. “Middle of the night” by Elley Duhlé. Your eyes burnt in flames. The desire to kiss the man in front of you was harder and harder to push away. As you took a deep breath you stepped closer, hands around his neck.

“Girl, you drive me crazy.” Gojo growled, leaning in and kissing into your neck. The sudden feeling of his lips on your skin sent shivers down your spine. But you kept silent, slightly tilting your head to give him more access, which made him smile into his featherlight kisses. 

You grabbed his blindfold at the back of his head and forced him to raise his head up. The second you pressed your lips against his he let out a soft moan. A moan, which sounded way too erotic. Gojo rushed his long fingers into your hair, gently grabbing your head. You smiled into the kiss, when you noticed how eager his tongue was to meet yours. His lips felt soft, his tongue tasted like alcohol, but you didn’t mind it even for a second. Your hands wandered down and rested on his massive chest, before you broke the kiss. 

“I’m sorry.” you breathed heavily. 

“Don’t be. I’d have kissed you anyway.” he giggled. He leaned in once again, but before his lips reached yours someone roughly grabbed his shoulder.

“Gojo, we need to go! Right now!” Kento looked way too troubled.

“What the fuck, man?” Satoru took an irritated breath.

“It’s a special grade. Three of them…Let’s go!”

“What? Fuck!” he shook his head “Y/N” he turned back to you “I’m really sorry, but I need to go. But we can continue this, when I’m done. What do you say?”

“I say good night, Satoru.” you smiled disappointed, spinning on your heels, walking away. Gojo wanted to run after you, grabbing you and explaining everything. Making you sure that he was more than into you. But he couldn't. He had to leave…right away. 

You looked for Claire, making sure she was having fun with her date. So you called it a night, grabbed a taxi and headed home.

“What’s a special grade?” you thought to yourself in the taxi, frowning your brows. 

#satoru gojo #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #jjk megumi #jjk yuta #jjk nanami #nanami kento #gojo fluff #gojo thrist #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #gojo saturo #fanfiction #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk thirsts #megumi fushiguro #yuta okkotsu

[1994sunflower]

mikey catching y/n watching porn

in which michael catches you watching porn

You were inexperienced for most of your life. But even then, you were too shy to explore any curiosity. It was lewd and that didn’t mean it was bad but you were too embarrassed to even search for the things your wildest fantasies were dreaming up. Even if there was no one around to be embarrassed for. 

Now, you had no reason to. You were experienced and Michael made sure to show you every body tingling, mind blowing curiosity you ever could have imagined, and those you never even thought of. And you were satisfied, you didn’t have time to be anything less with how much he took you.

But yet, when you were scrolling through twitter, you couldn’t stop yourself. It was innocent. You were just glancing at your timeline, bored at being home alone while Michael hung out with his friends. You couldn’t have expected the video that you passed quickly before you returned back, double checking you saw what you thought you saw.

And you did. You barely glanced at the title, something about a good girl with a bad boy. You were shy to admit that was why you clicked on it. You wouldn’t deny that the differences between your boyfriend and you turned you on so it was only natural you had gotten a liking for that genre.

The video wasn’t that long, but you were mesmerized as soon as you saw it. You couldn’t see the face of the girl on all fours, moaning and whining, could just see the man fucking into her from behind. But that wasn’t what made the video so captivating for you. It was the guy itself. 

He reminded you of Michael. Now, of course, they looked completely different when you focused on the details. His face was off, the hair was a different color. Michael was incomparable, he was a million times more attractive, at least to you. 

But the build was similar. Especially when his chest and arms, even fingers that were holding on to the moaning girl’s hips, were covered in tattoos. The style was different from the ones on Michael’s body that you loved so much, but still. Even the way he fucked, the roughness, the way it seemed like he was letting out the anger that one would expect to come from a guy that looked like that. When you watched his body move, his rough thrusts racking the girl’s body, you could only think of the times you were in the girl’s position with Michael being the one behind you, wrecking your body with his power.

You could hear all of Michael’s dirty words, a perfect mixture of degrading and praise, and his small grunts and groans at the feeling of your pussy. So similar to the groans and expletives leaving the guy’s mouth in the video. 

It was mouth watering.

It was that similarity that had you keep watching. Your eyes were glassy as you watched with arousal at the way he slammed his hips against his partner’s. You could only uselessly compare him to Michael, where Michael would win every time. You were watching a stranger but your mind had taken you far away into your memories, your fantasies where it was Michael behind you.

Subconsciously, your hand moved down to your aching cunt. The need building up in you had you wet and you needed pressure agains toys to relieve that, at least a little. But somehow, your thoughts of Michael only made it harder for you to try to get off. Because it was just a reminder of how useless it was. Michael had made it so your body could only ever find pleasure from him. You couldn’t get off without him, not even yourself. 

Even as you rubbed your clit, your tiny fingers felt like nothing compared to Michael’s thicker and longer ones, especially compared to his big dick that filled you up so entirely. The only thing you could do was move the pillow you were hugging below you and grinding down. It wasn’t much, but with the flashes of Michael in your mind, it was enough to have you moaning lowly under your breaths, hiccuping pleads that you knew could only be fulfilled in Michael was there. 

But you couldn’t help yourself. The lust that washed over you was intense as the video of the rough fucking still played in your hands and you had no other way to deal with it. Michael wasn’t home and your panties were soaked. 

You could only picture yourself being wrecked by your boyfriend in the way your lovely memories reminded you he could, you wanted to see his body, the artwork on them, to feel his girth that you always struggled to take as you bounced like a drooling whore on his cock. The way you always tended to end up because of how good he always felt, how addicted you were to him.

It was those thoughts that had you humping your pillow more feverishly, in time with the thrusts in the video. The friction felt good, your clit stimulated at each movement of your hips. Your body was shaking as mewls escaped you, whimpers of Mikey’s name, of daddy, as you tried to keep the phone still in your hand so you could continue imagining yourself being fucked into as you watched the man in the video hold on to the girl’s hip, close to cumming as his groans got louder and his thrusts faster. So close. 

You wouldn’t get that privilege. You weren’t even close to bringing yourself to orgasm, not without your boyfriend. It was frustrating, you could almost feel tears prick your eyes. Why did he have to be gone today of all days, why did that video even catch your attention to leave you this horny mess. 

You were definitely shaking as your body uselessly continued to hump the pillow you were straddling, small curse words escaping you in small moans. Your entire attention was on the small screen of your phone, of the deep groans of the guy as he drilled impossibly fast into the girl. So familiar. You could almost drool. So cock-hungry, you were almost high at the thought. Michael really had turned you into a slut.

Your body was begging for something that could actually stuff you, pleasure you, get you to a release like Michael’s cock could. Your face was hot but from frustration or being turned on, you weren’t sure. But you being so flustered as your hips still hopelessly tried to build up your pleasure was what made you so unaware of your surroundings.

So when your bedroom door was pushed open, you yelped and flinched at the suddenness. You hadn’t heard your front door open or the footsteps. By the time you looked up to see your boyfriend standing at the doorway of your room, you practically flung the phone away from you in embarrassment. It landed on the bed a few inches away from you. Maybe he hadn’t heard or seen anything, but by how flustered you were, if you had the phone in your hand, he could guess easily.

Michael was staring at you, his features not showing it but he was surprised at your reaction, he hadn’t meant to scare you. He had just shrugged off his coat, leaving it behind on your living room couch. He took much of your doorway with his towering height and broad shoulders, looking as intimidating and frightening as always. His hair was just a bit messy from no doubt whatever trouble he and his friends had gotten into by themselves. 

His clothing was dark as always, his t-shirt showing off ample of his tattoos which did not help the heavy breathing you were doing as you could only imagine him how you had been for the past few moments. Finally seeing him in person, the similarities to the guy you had been watching were still there. But it just made it so much clearer how much better Michael was. He looked so good and the way your hips involuntarily moved against your pillow again, just slightly so he couldn’t tell, you could tell your were still too turned on to think straight.

Maybe he hadn’t noticed anything, not even your current state with your heavy breathing and heavy blush. But it was just your luck that the video had never stopped playing when it landed on your bed. Instead, the sounds of groans and skin slapping emanated from its speaker throughout the room. Loud enough to make you try to fumble quickly to grab it and stop it, especially when Michael’s gaze moved to your phone, his eyebrows furrowing but you weren’t sure if it was just confusion or a bit of jealousy entering his system.

But your coordination was sloppy. Especially when Michael’s curiosity (and longer legs) had him crossing the room quickly and picking it up almost without an issue, leaving you sputtering excuses and trying to grab your phone out of his hands.

Michael looked at your screen, which you could only imagine what part of the video was showing, silently. There was no sign of being bashful of watching such a lewd scene, it was almost like he was watching a normal video, nothing like how you felt. Then he looked at you.

It was then that he finally noticed the position you were in, the way you were straddling the pillow under your cunt that showed exactly what you had been doing. However he had expected to find his girlfriend after a long day away, finding her getting herself off to another man was not it. 

Of course, he was perfectly oblivious to all the similarities he shared with the man in the video, that it was him you were picturing not the other man. All he saw was that you were imagining someone else fucking you (even if that’s not what was actually happening). That you found him hot enough and he got you going. And he felt jealousy mixed with an undeniable arousal. 

He didn’t tease you like you might’ve expected. 

He’d never seen you watching porn before. Never really ever imagined his sweet girl would ever be interested in it. It was hot to catch you so off guard, so weak trying to find your own pleasure that you could never have without him. At the knowledge that the innocent girl you were still blushed and got nervous at the sight of something so dirty and being caught with it. Michael couldn’t deny how hard he was got when he realized you were masturbating. Seeing this new dirty version of you as the man who had introduced you to sex and created that insatiable, horny side of you.

But he didn’t completely get lost in the haze of lust that you always so easily aroused. “I come home and you’re trying to get yourself off?”

You were stammering shaking your head, trying to uselessly deny it. You felt his hand come into your hair and pull it harshly, making your blushing face be forced to look up at him. His eyes were blazing but from being turned on or jealous, you weren’t exactly sure. 

“Watching porn like a fucking slut, getting off on someone else?” His words were almost mocking and his dick twitched at the whimper you let out.

“N-No I just….it just-came up on my timeline I didn’t-I didn’t look it up.” You gave him the big eyes you knew he loved and you saw his eyes trail down to your lips for second.

“And this asshole turned you on enough for you to hump your little cunt against your pillow.” He noticed the way your pillow folded in on itself a little more when your legs pressed against each side you were straddling. He never thought he’d ever be jealous of a pillow. But right then, he could only dream of replacing that thing and being in its position. “But you couldn’t even cum could you? Not without me. Nothing this fucking prick did was good enough because you’re mine. I’m the only one who can please you.”

You nodded in affirmation. Enough for him to continue. “Was my ‘innocent’ little girl imagining herself getting fucked like in the video? Did you like watching them fuck and imagining yourself? Is that why you were moaning like a little bitch when I walked in here. Did you want me to get back home to fuck you good and rough like you always want” His hand came around your neck, squeezing in warning. “Or were you imagining the idiot in the video fucking you instead?”

“No! He just reminded me of you, daddy. But you’re so much better. I was thinking of you, I promise.” Your hand came out to rub against his hard-on poking through his jeans. 

“Yeah?” Michael finally smirked, his jealousy slowly being overridden by how turned on he was to see how shy you were at being caught doing something so lewd. The juxtaposition of the sweet, pure girl he knew looking at porn and masturbating, was delicious. Another side of the good girl everyone saw just for him. The innocence he ruined. “Tell me what you were thinking of.”

Before you could answer, he flipped you over until you landed on all fours. Your cheek sneakily close to the wet patch you had left in your quest to find your own orgasm. You felt one of his arms lean over you and when you lifted your head, you saw the frozen image of the video in front of you as he faced your phone to face both of you. 

Embarrassment creeped up into you but you answered him anyway like you knew he wanted you to, “I-I was thinking of you” You gasped a little as you felt him rid of your panties but then continued, “Your tattoos…”

Michael took your hips and ground against you from behind. Making it very clear to you just how hard he was because of you. Your moan was desperate as you arched your back more. “Y-you being inside me like how he was doing. Wanted to be that girl but with you f-fucking me.”

Michael cursed at your words. “Such a dirty fucking girl, making me come home to you watching porn while you’re thinking of how much you like my tattoos. You like a bad boy, little one?”

Your answer was a moan and you felt him bend forward so his chest was to your back and his mouth was at your ear, “What would people say to know you were watching that sort of thing thinking of your no good boyfriend destroying you?”

Shaking your head, your hands clenched into fists against the pillow you had previously been humping. He was so glad he came home early. Coming home simply because he missed you. He hadn’t expected anything like this, especially from you, but it was a nice surprise. Especially at the arrogant reminder that not even porn or pornstars effected you like he did. He owned your body. He wouldn’t mind coming back home to find you horny again.

Michael freed his cock, sliding it against your slit a few times; you were already so wet. “Who were you crying out for?”

“Daddy.” You whimpered. 

“Fuck.” He groaned. This was so much better than hanging out with his friends - worth their disappointed groans and jeers when he announced he was leaving. 

When he finally slid into you, he could feel how worked up you were, how much your walls clamped down on him like your life depended on it. You felt so warm and wet, especially when he began thrusting deeply, and you could hear the squelching sounds of your juices as Michael pistoned in and out of you. He was moving his hips expertly like you had been imagining when you were alone humping your pillow. You let out a gaspy moan, mouth open and feeling like you were being rewarded after so long of desperately wishing he was home to deal with you like you knew he could. And he was doing just that. 

It felt so good. 

His hands were on your hips and you arched your back almost involuntarily as he forced you back against his cock with each thrust. Your walls were being pried open with his size and with each rubbing of your walls, your legs shook. You felt his tip hit you deep and you clenched your fists into the blankets under you. But you took it like a good girl. Like you always did. This time, more than ready and relieved at the tension you had been building without him. 

You leaned your head down onto the mattress, your arms too weak to hold you up from the pleasure. But Michael was quick with burying his hand in your hair with his other holding both of your wrists behind your back. He took a hold of your hair and yanked, forcing your head back up. It was only then that you saw your phone in front of you, against the headboard. The video was still playing. 

“Fucking watch.” Michael ordered, “Want you to watch while I fuck you better than anyone ever could.”

The submissive, powerless, position he had you in had your mouth falling open. Loud moans leaving you unfiltered. It was so good. The racking of your body each time he bottomed out, so thick and big that your entire body was at his mercy.

You had no choice but to watch the same video you were watching alone but this time with pleasure blinding you, building up in your body in a way that was almost too much. It was so much better that you couldn’t even remember what had possessed you to think the man in the video was anything similar to Michael and what he could do to your body.  

You were practically drooling when you cried out at a particularly deep thrust. Your eyes fluttered as you tried to force yourself to keep them open and not roll them back with pleasure like you wanted. The man in the video was thrusting into his girl but it wasn’t as good as Michael, it couldn’t be. Not with Michael’s expert hips pounding into you. Not with his thick length reaching so deep inside of you with the sound of skin slapping and your wetness each time he bottomed out. His tattooed hands holding you in place as you writhed at how good it felt to have him rubbing against your tight walls as he spread you out. Completely overshadowing your tiny frame. 

Your sounds were louder than the video itself. Louder than the whimpering girl in the video because you were sure you were being pleasured much better, your experienced boyfriend was pleasuring you better than anyone ever could. And as you watched the man’s cock going in and out of her, you knew Michael was better. In every way. He was bigger in every way, - as he kept you in this submissive position - stronger and, when one of Michael’s hands reached to wrap around your throat strongly and you could see each vulgar letter of his tattoos that covered every inch of his upper body, so much hotter.

“Yesyes! You’re better. Oh my fu-nggh.” Your high pitched moans filtered out of your without you being able to stop them as what you had needed from the moment you’d begun playing with yourself without him was finally being given to you. “Just like that, Mikey. Right there.”  You mewled, “Don’t stop! I—I’m so close.”

You were nearly shaking when Michael tightened his grip on your neck deliciously. You could barely breathe. “Yeah?” And he watched as you nodded mindlessly while your body moved with the force of each thrust of his hips. “Gonna get off on porn like a desperate little whore? Maybe I should pull out, hm? Let you keep humping your pillow like a pathetic slut, you seemed fine without me before I walked in.”

His taunting words had your whining out, blindly all but swiping your phone away from you and absentmindedly hearing the thump as it hit the carpet next to your bed. Visibly letting him know who you chose, who fucked better, who the only one that could please you was. You might lose your mind if he stopped now. All you did was arch your back further, opening yourself up to him more. 

You couldn’t see Michael’s dangerous, arrogant grin but you knew it was there by the way his thrusts got rougher. You could feel every inch of him. Your moans turned into gasps at each racking of your body. “That’s fucking right. You’re going to cum for me. Always gonna need my big cock in your tight pussy to cum.” 

And as if your body was agreeing with him, you came all over his cock. The waves hit you and you were writhing, with how much your body had been craving this — getting off, having him fuck you hard and fast like you had been imagining. Your screams were lost into your mattress and your hand reached behind you, only barely touching Michael’s still moving hips as he rutted into you without stop. Maybe it was to weakly tell him it was too much, you could already feel the overstimulation from your hard release. 

“Daddydaddy—”

But maybe this was finally your punishment for touching yourself without him. Because he didn’t stop. In fact, his thrusts seemed to have gotten harder, faster, impossibly as he felt your walls squeeze around him when you rode out your orgasm. Your small body was taking him so well. You were nearly whimpering as your body racked with each thrust. You were right, nothing could ever compare to how full and stretched out you felt with him buried inside you. Not even yourself. If you looked downward, you know you’d see your belly bulging with each time he bottomed out, you swore could feel him all the way in your abdomen. 

The slapping of skin was loud and violent throughout your room, your entire house, each time his balls slapped against you. Fast and rhythmic as he kept up his brutal pace. Easier now with the warm cum lubricating around him. Your ass jiggled with each thrust. His hand around your neck tightened and you squeaked, the sound only served to have him groan out. So cute, so easy to break. That thought had him spanking you harshly. You at once jumped and clenched around him, moans filtering out of you. The dirty degradation he whispered in your ear had tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes but you weren’t sure if it was because of his words or the sensitivity in between your legs. 

This is what you had wanted. His talent in sex, how good he always made you feel, how good he was. 

You felt like your body was going to break. Especially when he let go of your neck just to put both hands onto the headboard for leverage to drill into you at an impossible speed. Your moans and cries were broken and your sounds turned into screams. He was fucking you like he had something to prove. And maybe he did. You were his and he didn’t want to see you fantasizing or thinking of other men like you had when he caught you. Or at least what he had thought, when in reality it was him you had been fantasizing about. Either way, having you like this so submissive and basically presenting yourself to be fucked before him, it had him cursing out, pleased. He was making his point.

“Shit. So fucking good.” Michael cursed as he looked down at you, taking him so well. He was also using this opportunity to let out his frustrations. It hadn’t been long since the last time you fucked but you both had high sex drives, hating going longer than even a day without jumping on each other. Even hanging out with his friends, he couldn’t help the longing for you. It was hard staying away and being content with doing stupid stuff with his friends when he knew he had a pussy like this at home. He missed it but now, he could let out those frustrations. On you. And you took it gladly. Just like he taught you. Such a good girl. He groaned.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked and you couldn’t even answer him save for some high pitched moans. “Couldn’t go one fucking night without getting fucked? Did I really get you so addicted to my cock?”

With him sprawled above you, his hands holding on to the headboard so tightly you almost worried it was going to break, you couldn’t help the heightened arousal spreading through you. Finally, you were able to see his strength and full size, so much bigger than you that you wondered how he was fitting inside — how he bullied his tip into your small hole, how you were even fitting him — so much bigger that he overshadowed your entire body. The way he made you feel so little, so defenseless under him, how he was fucking you with almost an anger that just fit with his aesthetic, that made sense with the tattoos littering over his body that made him seem so scary and dangerous. And if the way your differences turned you on wasn’t obvious before, it was when even your weakened body started to push your hips needily to meet his thrusts, circling them ever once in a while. 

He was claiming you, your eyes rolled back and your pussy stuffed, there was no room but he had somehow still was thrusting in and out of you, his fat cock rubbing against your walls, his tip kissing impossibly deep parts of you. The way he looked down at you in the vulnerable position he had you in, the way he was fucking you, was like you were nothing but a doll to him. A doll he could pound and fuck into the mattress until you were out of your mind, cockdrunk. You swore your vision was blurred. He was so big. In every way.

By the time you came for the second time, your cum added to the translucent coat of your first orgasm coating the base of his dick, Michael finally came inside of you. His thrusts sloppy until finally stopping to let him fill you up with each ribbon of cum. You could barely register if you screamed like you wanted to. Your poor pussy was overstimulated but still you didn’t want him to pull out. You whined at the feeling even though you were still stuffed full, this time with his cum. Some even trickled out of you, white beading at your entrance and smearing your inner thighs — which Michael took great care to watch with a possessive pride. So needy. Even still.

He let you crumble into the bed, tired and worn out. His kiss to the top of your head was gentle, almost ironically so after how he had just had you moments before. But you didn’t look in pain, or uncomfortable, in fact you had on a mask of satisfaction.

“Fucked you better than that asshole in the video, didn’t I?” Michael muttered against your lips when he pecked your mouth in a kiss. And you couldn’t help but nod almost dreamily. Michael watched you with amusement and pride at the state he had reduced you to. “You don’t need those fucking videos.” Or those wannabe male pornstars, not when he blew any of their skills out of the water. You were still breathless, so much better than that video. The real thing, your boyfriend, would always be so much better.

Even though you both knew you hadn’t sought it out, seeing in your first time watching those type of videos that they were so mediocre compared to Michael, you found any future curiosity or necessity of them had been destroyed, Michael had made sure of that. And you didn’t mind. He was right. You definitely didn’t need them. 

Michael’s lips were at your neck and you just moved your head over sluggishly to give him more room. He nipped and licked at your neck in a way that had your abused cunt already glistening again. “Or we could make our own video. Give you something better to get turned on from.” 

He took great pleasure in your shy squeak, the way you moved away slightly in bashfulness. And he just wanted to mess with you more, loving the innocent reaction you gave to his dirty words. As if you had any right to pretend to be innocent, especially after how he just fucked you. “Bet it’d look cute on camera, seeing your cute little cunt try to take me in.”

You whined, face hot from blushing. “Mikey…” You swatted at him but still let him collect you in his arms again.

His chuckle was cut off by the kiss you two shared, a bit too heated for the vigorous activity you two already finished. And when you pulled away, your eyes were a little more alert, back from the haze he left you in.

“Welcome home.” You pulled him to lay next to you, nuzzling into him as you curled into his side. “I wasn’t expecting you to come home so early.”

That was a hell of a welcome. Michael wanted to say. “I noticed.” He smirked. 

But he was sure glad he did.

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[anystalker707]

Playing with fire (afab version)

Pairing: Vinsmoke Niji x [gn, afab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Hate fucking + Semi-public Tags: Transmasc friendly / He's very vocal / Against a wall / Some insults, nothing serious [amab version]

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          “You are so useless, such a lowlife, that you don’t know how to act at parties. Ridiculous pirate.” Of course, he had to approach you with insults already, mouth twisted as he held a glass in hand.

Niji had a pattern whenever he approached you, including insulting the fact you were a pirate and/or anything you did, sometimes your appearance. It was like having an inverse Sanji around, which wasn’t exactly the best experience, but you couldn’t do a lot other than wait for your crew to get you after the Vinsmoke family managed to get their hands on you. Honestly, the Germa Kingdom was so boring and annoying. Death would’ve been more accessible.

Apparently, there was some gathering going on in that shitty castle, and you were obligated to be around—they knew you wouldn’t run away since you were in a place you knew nothing of, alone, but they still wanted to know where you were. You chose to sit on the sill of one of the many windows in the room, away from the attention of most of them. It felt like you were wasting time; you could be training with Zoro, cooking with Sanji, playing cards with Usopp and Chopper, but no, you were just sitting there and looking out the window of some ridiculous castle.

“I’m talking to you,” Niji reinforced as he stepped closer.

You were bored with it already, sighing as you looked up at him. “What do you want me to do? I don’t wanna argue, nor do I have the energy to prove you wrong.”

Niji’s eyebrows furrowed, and you could imagine him giving you a look of disdain from behind his pathetic glasses. Did he know he didn’t exude half of the power he thought he had? None of the three did, actually. You couldn’t believe you were caught by the goddamn Power Rangers.

“You’re truly stupid,” Niji muttered with a sigh. “With that bounty, being part of that crew, I thought you’d be better than that.”

“If I’m such a bad company, then maybe you should try keeping your distance from me,” you answered in the same beat, almost cutting him off. It surprised him, in a way he couldn’t even react in time. You snatched the glass from his hand and took a sip from the drink. At least it was good—maybe they spent their money on something worth it. They had some booze you’d like to share with Zoro if he were there.

“Who do you think you are?” Niji reached for the glass again, but you stood up and took a step back.

“Pirates will act like pirates,” you said, just to annoy him.

He growled as he stepped after you, stopping in frustration once you downed the rest of the drink. “You—”

“What will you do?” You raised your eyebrows, opening a window and tossing the glass out of it. His hand wrapped around your wrist tightly, but it didn’t even intimidate you. “Kill me? Yeah, you can’t. You gotta put up with me, at least until my crew is here, idiot. You must think you’re so cool with that damn stupid hair—”

“We can just find another way around the situation if you die,” Niji said as he cornered you. Maybe you wished you hadn’t chosen to sit in an empty part of the wide room, but you weren’t exactly opposed to a change in the boring routine there. “They won’t even know you’re dead until they get here.”

“And then what?” You raised your eyebrows. “You’ll get away by disappointing your father? I bet that stupid redhead would even tell him something like ‘I told you so’.”

Niji’s temper—or at least his behavior towards you—was a little more different from his siblings’. Reiju and Yonji didn’t seem particularly worried about you, but they didn’t do a lot when seeing you either; Yonji just made a comment trashing the Strawhats in general. Ichiji wasn’t nice, but he wasn’t responsive to your reactions; he decided that he was superior to you and just acted on it, not paying attention to ‘some pirate’. Niji, however, would attack you and get more intense when you responded, something almost childish, but that built a specific tension between you two. Was it just impulsive? Or did he enjoy it? You liked playing with it, either way. He wasn’t the priority to the others, at the moment, so he couldn’t actually harm you.

“You’re acting up a little too much for someone like you,” Niji muttered, but it was interrupted by a gasp when you stepped forward, bumping your chests together, and he was the one with his back against the wall instead.

A small chuckle escaped your lips. “You don’t know me. All you’ve seen is my bounty posters. When my crew gets here, if I get an actual opportunity to fight you…”

Niji scoffed. “I’d like to see it happen.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a small step back, but Niji immediately pushed you back by your shoulders, making you stumble back into one of the dark halls that connected to the main room. There was a turn before you were practically pinned to the wall again. It was relatively dark—the only light that came in was from outside a nearby wide window—and quiet, away from the main room. The whole attention was there and by the main halls, so it was practically deserted.

“Now what? What are you gonna do?” Niji asked before you could.

You clicked your tongue. “You’re so annoying!”

Niji started cursing as you tugged on his shirt to pull him away, resulting in the two of you pacing back and forth depending on how the strength imbalanced between you. It was a little annoying because he wasn’t doing anything other than pushing you around, so you decided to just let go instead of fighting against him.

Something incoherent came from Niji, breath hitching in his throat as he managed to pin you to the wall—it knocked the air out of you a little since your back hit the wall more force than you expected since you’d given up suddenly. When he pinned you to the wall, however, one of his legs slipped between yours.

…Were you imagining things? Maybe he didn’t notice, breathing fanning over your face as he still panted, smelling like the booze from earlier.

“Niji,” you muttered.

“What?” His voice was sharp. A little pathetic.

You pondered the results of what you wanted to say, silent for a moment, feeling his grip tightening on you. Well, there was nothing to lose with an idiot like that.

The way you shifted made Niji stiffen a little bit—his eyes probably widened behind his glasses. Your thigh was right between his legs, too, pressing right to his crotch, and now moving against it.

“If you wanted a fuck, you could’ve asked for one,” you said with a chuckle, observing him intently. It was a shame it was so dark, and you couldn’t see his face that much.

“Don’t you—” Niji fell silent as you moved your leg a bit, breath hitching in his throat and replacing his words with a whimper at how your thigh pressed harder against him this time. It was a two-edged sword, of course, since he had a leg right between yours as well.

“Shit,” you whispered. You hadn’t meant that to feel good for you as well.

On the other hand, Niji grinned at your reaction. He leaned in lightly, but your hand grasped around his neck to hold him a safe distance away from you as you glared at him. It probably didn’t have as much power as you intended it to have, given the darkness, but it still was something.

“How about I ask you for one now, hm?” Niji whispered, breath hot against the side of your face as he tugged on your shirt a little. You still held his neck, tightening your grip a little—did he whimper because of the discomfort or because of enjoyment? Fuck. Things weren’t supposed to go that way nor make you feel that way.

“I hate you,” you whispered.

Niji grinned more. “That’s the fun.”

There was barely time to react before his lips were pressed to yours. The kiss was a little forceful and harsh, but it wasn’t bad. Groans escaped your throat with how much teeth he added, biting and tugging on your lips with his teeth as if insisting a reaction out of you.

“Goddammit,” you whispered, tightening your grip around his neck until he gasped again, so you could finally keep up with the kiss. You tried to keep it a little superficial, threatening to let your nails sink into his neck whenever he started deepening the kiss or nibbling on your lips again. He became more vocal with it, whimpering a lot more, even moaning when your leg moved between his again. Was he needy?

You slowly allowed Niji to kiss you, but not on the lips. His mouth pressed to your neck, kissing and sucking on the skin. “Fuck,” you whispered, grinding against him again, but it was actually in encouragement this time.

Niji’s hands found the hem of your pants, letting his fingers run along it until finding the buttons, which he quickly started undoing.

“Go on,” you encouraged him with a whisper, running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head, ruining the styling. Before you could notice, Niji’s hands slipped inside your underwear, rough fingers quickly slipping between your wet folds until he found your clit while his other hand held on to your hip for support. “Ah, there,” you moaned into his ear, grip tight around his shirt as you pushed your hips into his hand.

Soft moans continued spilling from your lips as Niji touched you while you moved to unbutton his pants, this time. He gladly let you do so, gasping when your hand wrapped around his cock, your thumb spreading the pre-cum across his tip. Niji was quite vocal. There was a pattern.

Something thick hung in the air with the silence before you started taking off your pants and underwear, kicking off one of your shoes in the process; Niji helped you almost automatically. He lifted you against the wall as if you weighted nothing, hands under your thighs to help you, moving to grip on your ass once you held firmly onto him.

Niji’s hair brushed against your face when he rested his face against your shoulder while he pushed in, making both of you moan as his cock finally entered you. The stretch gave you a burning sensation at first, with a little discomfort of the new intrusion, but it was something that quickly melted away once he started fucking into you. It was easy, with how wet you were, making it feel so good.

The fingers that sank into your ass felt good, too, digging into the flesh as Niji’s hips moved against yours. He moved to rest his head on your shoulder again, but you stopped him, tugging on the hair on the back of his head.

“That ridiculous hair of yours,” you muttered through moans.

“Ridiculous?” Niji scoffed, giving you a harsher thrust—was that an attempt of intimidation? The way you tugged on his hair worked much better. He whimpered, holding you tighter as he kept fucking you in a nice rhythm.

“That’s better,” you muttered to him, groaning as he managed to reach a nice angle. “Mm, fuck,” you whispered, giving his hair a tug again, just for the sake of it. Just as the last time, Niji whimpered, moaning as his hips gained a more frantic pace.

“You’re loud,” you muttered to him, words slipping between heavy breaths. “Shut the fuck up, unless you want anyone to catch you. What if one of your brothers happened to run into us, hm? Seeing you bang some pirate you guys captured,” you breathed into his ear.

Somehow, your words only made Niji more vocal. He held you tighter, fucking harsher into you, making your gummy walls pull his cock deeper inside you, practically milking him. You let out a throaty moan, but it didn’t compare to him. If you two get caught, the trouble would be his, either way. Loser.

“You’re good,” you whispered into his ear, “but you know who’s better? Sanji fucks me so good. Always makes me cum so good.”

Niji hissed, pace faltering. “Shut up,” he said, voice shaky and stuttering. “I just—” He moaned when you tugged on his hair again.

“You never stop being pathetic,” you muttered, voice tight with the moans. You weren’t going to be as vocal as usual; you weren’t stroking his ego.

Both of you stopped talking, letting that relative silence permeate the next minutes as something ticked. The growing warmth in your lower stomach was the same that Niji felt, growing closer with each thrust. One of his hand slowly let go of you, only pulling away completely when he was sure you wouldn’t fall, and the sudden touch on your clit made you gasp, arching your back.

Niji’s fingers rubbed circles into your clit, pressing to it just the right way as he kept fucking into you. It was a trigger, making your climax march closer a lot faster than you predicted, soon hitting you as his fingers still messily worked on your clit. He breathed out moans as you came, clenching around him until you were throbbing, back arching while you still tugged on his hair. He ended up cumming as well, releasing deep inside you, keeping thrusting and coating his cum all over your walls.

That felt too good. Better than it was supposed to, making your mind blank until Niji’s motions edged overstimulation.

Eventually, your motions stilled, both of you just standing there, holding on to each other.

“Yeah,” you muttered. “I’ve had better.”

“Fuck you.” Niji clicked his tongue.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

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