#yes i did my own brow and tattoo

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She-Wolf - Feral!Reader x Ghost

Content Warnings - Violence, blood, descriptions of murder, smut, afab!fem!reader

Description - Soap notices something new about Ghost.

A/N - here it is @groguspicklejar I finally made it.

That's new.

Soap has never seen that before. In the military you get used to the general disregard for privacy. You shower together, sleep in the same place together, eat together and bleed together. So Soap has gotten used to the bodies of those around him. But also, he's always noticed when things on his teammates' bodies changed.

Like when Gaz got that new scar on his thigh. And like now, with a tattoo on Ghost. Which is odd, he's never seen a new one on him before, always that same sleeve. Weirder still... Is that a tattoo of a bite on his left arse cheek?

For a moment, Soap thinks his eyes are deceiving him so he rubs them. Ah fuck- his hands had soap on them. Fuckfuckfuck. He rinses his eyes out and then looks over at Ghosts arse again. No, that's definitely a tattoo of a bite, a nasty one too. Like someone just tried to get as much as his arse cheek in his mouth at once.

Soap jabs Gaz in the ribs, "What the fuck?" Gaz hissed but Soap redirects his attention.

"Do you see that?'

"Ghosts ass? Yes I've seen it before." Gaz replies but Soap shakes his head.

"No you dumb fuck, look closer."

Gaz squints and gasps. "Oh my God."

Soap grins at him, "I know. Hold on, I'm gonna ask him about it."

"Soap-"

"Hey LT." Ghost turns his head, a single brow raised. Soap had never been more grateful that Ghost had decided to suck up the communal showers. For both this moment and not having to deal with the vague smell of his BO on the flight back to the U.K. “What's with the new tattoo?”

“Yeah my girl’s a biter.” It's said so simply, Ghost turns and resumes washing himself. The soap suds run down his body and into the drain. Like he didn’t just say the most confusing shite ever.

“What?” Gaz laughs, “A biter?” Ghost shrugs and it dawns on Soap that he’s going to pull that classic Ghost move of saying out of pocket shite ever and then not elaborate.

A few months pass and Soap would like to say that he’s forgotten about it. That the bite mark tattoo did not haunt him and he didn’t- doesn’t- look at Ghost’s left butt cheek and wonder. Then they get a new mission and its all hands on deck, another task force joins in. Task force Medea. The 141 had worked with them a few times in the past, all very successful missions. The Medea task force was made up of seven women with varying skills but one always came to mind whenever Soap thought of the task force his mind wandered to She-wolf.

You’re wild, feral almost to a degree that makes him wonder how you managed to stay in the military. But your team members love you and when you’re not gnawing at the collar your captain tries to keep on you, you’re an amazing soldier.

“For this mission,” Price begins, standing at the head of the meeting table. On one side is Gaz, Ghost, and him. On the other is you and three other members of your task force (Viper, Circe and Artemis). Soap splits his attention between Price’s briefing (A terrorist group and cartel are working together to smuggle both weapons and people across the Polish and the Slovakian border) and you. You’re tapping your finger inaudibly, you keep glancing between Price and Ghost.

Despite having worked with you before, Soap tends to forget the gruesome details. Viper and Circe were brutal in their own right, both combining their skills to gas out anyone in the building, Artemis and Ghost picked off the ones that fled. Now it was down to you and Soap to help clear out the building of any stragglers. Soap knew he was good at clearing rooms, it's how he got his call sign after all. But much like your call sign, you were a wolf. Predatory, sneaky and brutal. If you were a dog, he was sure you would be foaming at the mouth.

Soap tries not to focus on the gory details of your current appearance, (blood flecks on your face, hands soaked with blood after you gutted a man twice your size like a fish, blood smears on your pant legs from a man choking on his own blood and grasping for any sort of life line while you sneer at him), and instead clearing out the last room. 

“Steamin’ jesus.” Soap mutters and Gaz noticeably averts his eyes. Ghost, however, sighs.

“Lieutenant.” You chirp as Viper hands you something to clean your face with.

“Do you ever not make a mess She-Wolf?” Ghost asks and you bark out a laugh as you wipe the dried blood from your face.

“Nope.” You quip as he just sighs and Soap turns his attention to Gaz who is certainly not looking like he was enjoying this any more then he was.

Your fingers dig into his pecs as you pant, your thighs, already sore from the mission, scream. “Did you like seeing me like that?” You ask between pants as you bounce on Ghost’s thick cock. You swear you can feel every detail of it, the veins rubbing against your walls, his tip constantly swiping against your g-spot and the very weight of him. “Did you like seeing me covered in blood?” You ask again as his hands dig into the meat of your hips. You stare down into his eyes that are swallowed up by his blown out pupils as he nods, a whimper crawls up his throat as your nails dig into him further.

You lean over and scrape your teeth against the junction between his shoulder and neck, you revel in the way he shudders. You bite down right as the thread snaps inside you and you gush all over his cock. Your moan around him as your pussy pulses rhythmically around him, your hips slow only for a moment. Instead you grind your hips against his as the last few shocks of your orgasm echo through your body. Ghost doesn’t move as you ravish him further in marks all over him. You love that about him, that no one will know these marks are here but you. He covers himself up a nun and only you know that he’s under you every time.

Only you know that his voice cracks and he throws his head back as he fills you. “Fuuuckkk.” He whimpers, his voice cracking and breaking. Only you know this view, of tears nearly spilling from his eyes as his chest rises and falls faster as you push him further towards overstimulation. When your hips finally stop you collapse onto his chest, he holds you close as you trace the multitude of bite marks and crescent nail marks.

“Wish we got to see each other more often.” You whisper.

“We’ll see each other when leave comes around.” Ghost- Simon, reassures you.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that little tattoo you have.” You tease and pinch his vulnerable nipple. He hisses and smacks your hand away while you giggle.

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ink and needles

pairings: tattoo artist! bf! wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2890

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“Hongjoong, will you stop pacing?” Exasperated, I stood in front of him, blocking his path. “You’ve made my floorboards at least 3 shades lighter. Now can you please tell me why you’ve barged into my house at 3 o’clock in the morning with the intention of putting a dent in my living room floor?”   

“Okay, so, remember that little trip we have with some of the boys on Saturday?”   

Curling back into the corner of the sofa, I nodded, “Yeah, what about it?”   

Hongjoong smiled awkwardly as he inched away from me, “Well, um, some of the boys has turned into all of the boys.”   

Raising a brow, I sent him a look, “Okay? Why are you getting so worked up about that?”   

“It means Wooyoung’s gonna be there as well.”   

“So?”   

Hongjoong frowned as he looked at me, “You’re alright with Wooyoung being there?”   

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Standing up, I made my way back into my bedroom, Hongjoong trailing behind me as he turned off the lights.   

“I - uh- I just, you two have a love-hate relationship going on, just thought that you might want to get away from all that while you're trying to relax.”   

Pulling my duvet back, I paused before looking up at Hongjoong, who was leaning against the wall, “Wha-? Why would you think that?”   

Slipping into bed, I looked at Hongjoong as he made his way to the door.   

“You two bicker. A lot. Every time you see each other, you bicker. Doesn't it get tiring sometimes?”   

“It’s just how we are. I mean, yes, he knows how to get on my nerves, and can sometimes not know when to stop talking, but he’s a good b- a good friend. I wouldn't change it for anything.”  

Turning my back to him, I reached my hand out and turned off the lights.   

"You know where the guest rooms are, now goodnight, Joong."  

I watched as Hongjoong slid into the passenger side of the car before I looked at Wooyoung in the backseat grinning.  

Leaning down next to Hongjoong's window, I raised a brow at both him and Seonghwa, "You two do know that you've just assigned yourselves a death sentence by putting Wooyoung and I in the same car, right?"  

Sliding into the seat next to Wooyoung, I watched as Seonghwa adjusted the rear-view mirror before backing out the driveway with a nod, "Yeah, yeah, just don't bicker the whole way there or else I'm gonna be throwing one of you out."  

Casting a glance at Wooyoung, I nodded, "As long as he knows when to shut up, we'll be fine Hwa."  

Wooyoung pouted, putting a hand on his chest dramatically as he leaned over to me, "How could you say that about me?"  

Rolling my eyes, I pushed his face away from mine, "Oh, hush, ask anyone in our friend group what your favourite pastime is and they'll say trying to rile me up."  

I could see him nod in my peripheral vision, "True, I like seeing you all riled up, you get all pouty and it's cute."  

Making a sound from the back of my throat, I turned to look at him, "I don't pout when I'm annoyed."  

Wooyoung was about to say something when Hongjoong cut in, "You do. You furrow your brows and then start pouting."  

Looking over to Seonghwa, I saw him nod along, "Yeah, they're right." Stopping at a red light, he glanced back at me and grinned, "You're doing it right now."  

Pausing, I realised that, yes, I was indeed pouting.  

Running a hand over my face, I glared at the three men laughing at me, "Why are you guys ganging up on me today?"  

I felt Wooyoung put his hand on top of my head as he ruffled up my hair, "Because it's fun."  

Swatting his hand away, I tried to smooth down my hair, "Stop it. I just washed my hair this morning, and if it gets all frizzy because you did that, you and I are gonna have a talk, pretty boy."  

Chuckling, Wooyoung pushed my hands out of the way before running his own over my hair, "Your hair's fine sweetheart."  

I could see Hongjoong share a confused look with Seonghwa before he glanced back at us. Ignoring it, I chose to concentrate on my phone.  

Replying to the messages Mingi sent me, I felt a presence next to me. Turning my head to the side, I frowned when I noticed Wooyoung's face right next to mine.  

Glancing up at Hongjoong and Seonghwa, I kept my voice low, "What are you doing?"  

"Quick question."  

Feeling his lips brush the shell of my ear, I leaned back slightly, "What is it? And can you please quit breathing down my neck, it tickles."  

Wooyoung chuckled slightly, "Whatever you say. I just wanted to ask if we're telling them tonight?"  

"Yeah?" Turning my head to look at him, "When else are we gonna tell them? I don't think you can keep your hands to yourself for two days, Woo."  

Wooyoung smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes as he thought of something, "Hmm, I definitely won't be able to."  

Arriving at the holiday house late in the afternoon, everyone had just about enough time to settle into their rooms before our dinner would arrive.  

Exiting the bathroom, I noticed Wooyoung sitting in my bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone.  

Making my way over, I sat down next to him, "And to what do I owe this pleasure?"  

Grinning, Wooyoung put his phone down and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer, "Just came to see how my pretty baby's doing."  

Scrunching up my nose at the nickname, I let out a small chuckle, "I should be the one asking you that. You're the one that's been scared to tell them."  

Tightening his arm around my waist, Wooyoung nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, "That's only because I'm afraid one of them is gonna castrate me. They're all like overprotective brothers and it's scary."  

Wiggling out of his arms, I stood up from the bed, holding a hand out to him, "Come on, let's go down, they're probably already in the kitchen."  

Wooyoung latched on to my hand, pulling me out of the bedroom and downstairs. As we rounded the corner to the kitchen, we paused when we heard Hongjoong talking.  

In the kitchen, the rest of the boys were setting up the table ready for dinner as Hongjoong and Seonghwa took the food off the serving carts, "No, but something felt strange between them. Hwa, back me up here."  

Seonghwa set the last plate on the table with a shrug, "Yeah, they were acting a bit weird. I mean, they were still bickering, but also, like, flirting."  

Everyone looked at Hongjoong and Seonghwa in disbelief as Yeosang let out a laugh, "I'm sorry, flirting? Those two? Okay, Wooyoung might come off a bit flirty at times, but that's because he's Wooyoung. It's not like Y/N flirts back."  

Hongjoong simply nodded, leaning against the kitchen island, "Yeah, that's what normally happens, but Y/N called him 'pretty boy' today." 

Sharing a look with Wooyoung, I could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. Shaking my head, I entered the kitchen with Wooyoung following behind me.  

"And what are we talking about?"  

The sound of my voice startled them as they whipped their heads towards us.  

Jongho's eyes flickered between Wooyoung and I before glaring at Wooyoung when he caught something in his expression, "No."  

I felt Wooyoung snake an arm around me, grinning up at Jongho, "I'm gonna have to say, yes."  

Jongho threw his head back as he let out a groan, "Ugh, we're gonna have to deal with you two bickering AND flirting?" Jongho made his way to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer, "This is going to be a long weekend, beer anyone?"  

The others looked at each other before Mingi broke the silence, "Uh, anyone want to fill us in?" 

Running a hand over my face, I grinned awkwardly at them, "We're dating?"  

Turning on the reading lamp, I picked up my book as I waited for Wooyoung to finish in the bathroom.  

"Well," Flinching slightly, I was startled by Wooyoung's sudden entrance, "That went better than I expected."  

Looking up, I watched as Wooyoung exited the bathroom, the lettering at the base of his neck and the serpent that curled at his shoulder blade on display.  

"Really?" Putting the book down, I arched an eyebrow as he slid in next to me. "What did you think would happen?"  

Once Wooyoung was comfortable against the headboard, I sat up, opting to staddle Wooyoung with my arms wrapped around his neck as his hands found purchase on my waist.  

"Definitely didn't think Hongjoong was going to point a wooden spoon at me and threaten to hunt me down with one of his easels."  

Laughing, I couldn't help but envision Hongjoong chasing Wooyoung with an easel, "What would he even accomplish? Those things are heavy!"  

Sliding one of my hands down, I traced the tattoo over his chest as the other played with the hairs on the nape of his neck.  

Wooyoung picked up the hand on his chest and raised it up to his lips, pressing a kiss at the pulse point, "What's going through that pretty little head of yours, hmm?"  

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I raised my eyes to meet his, a shy expression taking over my face, "I wanna get a tattoo."  

Wooyoung's eyebrows shot up as he looked up at me in surprise, "Yeah? I thought you were afraid of needles."  

Humming, I felt Wooyoung's hands slip under my shirt, his thumbs rubbing circles on my hips, "I am, but I want to get one and maybe a few more piercings."  

Wooyoung grinned as he nuzzled into the side of my face, lips brushing against my cheek, "Want me to do them for you, pretty?"  

Pulling back slightly, I looked at him, "Please?"  

Wooyoung pressed a kiss on my lips, leaning his forehead against mine, "Let's talk about this tomorrow. I'll book you in when the new shop opens."  

Wooyoung's arms tightened around me, pulling me flush against his chest as his lips found their way down the column of my neck.  

“Please tell me you’re joking.”  

Turning my head to glance at Hongjoong, I took a step closer to him as we made our way down the street.  

“What?” I shrugged, turning to face ahead. “I’ve wanted to get a tattoo for ages. Plus, I want to get a couple more piercings, so, why not?”  

Hongjoong looked at me in disbelief, “You’re terrified of needles. You can’t even get a shot without getting all anxious, and you think you can sit through being jabbed continuously with one?”  

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his words, “You’re exaggerating, I’m just not too fond of needles, that’s all.”  

Hongjoong moved to hook an arm with mine, “Hmmm. When are you getting it done?”  

Glancing at the watch on my wrist, I looked at him with a sheepish smile, “My appointment’s in about 10 minutes, so, um let's hurry up.”

Hongjoong paused for a second before pinching my arm, “You could’ve told me sooner!”  

“Yeah, well, uh, we’re here.”  

Stopping in front of a glass door, Hongjoong squinted up at the sign above.  

“This is Wooyoung and San’s new shop.”  

“It is.”  

Pushing the door open, Hongjoong and I walked in, taking a seat as San handed me a couple pieces of paper to look through.  

“You chose Wooyoung over ME?” Hongjoong whined as he looked at me with a pout.  

Not even looking up, I shook my head, "As much as I love you, Joong, the tattoos that you do are too.... extravagant for my taste."  

Signing the last piece of paper, I handed them to San before looking at Hongjoong, "Are you staying out here with San?"  

Seeing him nod, I stood up and made my way to the last room down the corridor, where Wooyoung's workstation was.  

Pushing the door open, I saw Wooyoung moving around the room, getting everything ready for the tattoo. Upon hearing the door creak open, he looked up, a smile making its way across his face when he saw me.  

Closing the door behind me, I let Wooyoung wrap his arms around me and press a kiss on my temple.  

"Nervous?"  

Nodding against him, I stepped back, placing my bag and jacket on the chair next to the door.  

"Of course I am."  

Wooyoung gave me a soft smile as he motioned me over to the workbench, "Come on, I'll do your piercings first."  

Settling down, I clipped my hair back as Wooyoung put his gloves on.

"You want two more helix piercings, yeah? Same ear?"  

Nodding, I watched as Wooyoung took a marker out, marking the positions of the piercings in my left ear before setting it down and taking a sterile needle out. Screwing my eyes closed, I turned my head to the side as I held onto the sides of Wooyoung's shirt as he slotted himself between my legs.  

Hearing Wooyoung countdown quietly, I let out a small breath before wincing as the needle went through.  

"Alright, one more to go."  

Once the second one went through, I slowly let go of Wooyoung's shirt, smoothing down the wrinkles as Wooyoung changed out the needles for studs.  

Turning to look at him, Wooyoung gave me an encouraging smile as he ran his hand up and down my thighs.  

"Ready for the tattoo, pretty?"  

Seeing me nod, Wooyoung stepped back from me to prepare his tattoo gun, "You're gonna have to take off your shirt and bra, babe."  

Unbuttoning my shirt, I slid it off my shoulders before unhooking my bra. Turning on the bench, I leaned my back against the seat with an arm covering myself.  

Wooyoung snapped on a pair of fresh gloves before seating himself on the stool next to me to start prepping my skin, "Ready?"  

Casting a nervous side glance, I smiled, "Definitely."  

Wooyoung pressed a quick kiss on my cheek before turning on the tattoo gun. Hearing the buzz fill the room, my body tensed slightly, before relaxing under Wooyoung's touch.  

Feeling the needle prick my skin, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. The tattoo was a simple chrysanthemum design on the side of my ribs, and it didn't take long to complete.  

Wiping away the excess ink, Wooyoung leaned back to have a better look before tilting his head towards the mirror, "Go on, take a look before I wrap it."  

Hoping off the bench, I made my way to the side of the room where the mirror was.  

Scanning my eyes over the design, I smiled, "This is good."  

Chuckling, Wooyoung made his way over to me with a bandage in hand, "Of course it does! I did it!"  

Chuckling, I waited until Wooyoung finished whatever it was that he needed to do, before turning around and wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing a kiss on his lips, "Thank you."  

"My pleasure, pretty. But why a chrysanthemum?"  

Smiling, I let go of him and went over to the bench to slip my shirt back on, "It's the birth flower for November."  

Putting my bra into my bag, I turned to see Wooyoung standing at his workstation with a disinfectant spray in hand with a surprised expression, "Oh? So, it's for me then?"  

Shaking my head, a fond smile made its way across my face, "I was born in November too, pretty boy."  

Wooyoung wiped down the remaining bit of the workstation before walking out the door with me, my bag and jacket in hand.  

"Yeah, but I'd much rather think it's for me."  

Laughing, I paused slightly when we entered the reception area, "Uh, where are San and Hongjoong?"  

Wooyoung picked up a sticky note from behind the reception desk, "Well, they've left already. You were the last one of the day."  

Looking out the window, I noticed that it was raining pretty heavily outside.  

"Did you drive here, babe?"  

Wooyoung handed me my jacket before taking his off the clothing rack by the door, "Yeah, it's parked down the street."  

Exiting the shop, Wooyoung locked to door before turning to me, placing his jacket over the top of our heads, "Dinner at mine?"  

Seeing me nod, we both darted out into the rain and ran towards his car.  

Reaching the car, Wooyoung quickly unlocked it allowing me to slide into the passenger side, shaking my arms slightly.  

Wooyoung got into the seat beside me, shaking his head slightly to get rid of some of the water particles in there.  

Turning on the car ignition, Wooyoung turned to me, smiling, "What? You're staring, pretty."  

Taking his hand, I pressed a kiss on the back of it, "I love you."  

Wooyoung's hand tightened its hold on mine before letting go to tilt my head towards him. He leaned over the centre console, one of his hands finding its way to the back of my head as his lips found mine.  

"I love you too." 

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Misty Eyes ~ Part 2

Thank you so much @pinejayyfor this delicious request!!

Pairings: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader, Doflamingo x Fem!Reader (Past)

Word Count: 3377

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Summary: Law can't trust you yet, so you do everything you can to prove yourself. Will your memories help or hurt you?

Author's Note: I'm really enjoying writing Law in multiple fics, so I can slap different vibes on him like he's trying on different shades of eyeliner 😅

THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Devil Fruit User Reader, Swearing, Eventual Smut, Angst, Pet Names, Degradation, Punishment, Emotional Abuse, DARK CONTENT, DUBCON, Grooming, Trauma, Past Sexual Abuse, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Dubious Consent, Donquixote Doflamingo is His Own Warning, Bondage, Other Additional Tags to be Added, Dissociation, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers

!!! SPOILERS !!! This story begins during the 2 year timeskip before the Punk Hazard Arc, and there will also be spoilers for the Dressrosa Arc for backstory lore

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“Do you love me?”

“Of course I do, young master! You–”

“Now, now, Y/N. What did I tell you? You’re my pretty little thing now, so you get to call me Doffy, alright?”

His large hand cupped your face, warming your cheek that was already warm from his attention. 

He’s smiling at me now. I’m special to him. I mean something to him, finally. 

“Well? Are you going to answer my question properly?”

Doffy’s hand traveled down to your neck, long fingers circling your vulnerable flesh as he waited for you to obey him.

“Yes. I love you, Doffy.”

~🦩🦩🦩~

“Y/N?”

Law repeated your name softly until you returned, finding yourself in that metal room, a shrine dedicated to his hatred and rage. 

“I’m sorry to have to ask you this,” Law rasped, dipping his face to meet your eyes. “I can’t imagine what you’ve gone through all these years…”

His brows pinched together when he caught your grimace, and his shoulders slumped. 

Guilt pulled at his features, while you tried to understand which of the emotions inside you were worth focusing on. 

“I shouldn’t have asked you that–”

“I don’t know,” you confessed. Your voice was empty, as if a machine were spilling truths instead of your own lips. 

“I did love him. I know I did,” you continued, staring a hole through Law’s wooden desk. “I’ve been… feeling guilty for a while. Why am I not feeling that anymore?”

Your misty eyes looked up, almost pleading with him for an answer. 

“Loving Doffy is the only thing I’m good at. The only reason he needs me. What use am I–”

“You are worth more than what he takes from you,” he growled, your eyes widening until the mist turned to tears.

Law relaxed his shoulders again, releasing a breath. Those tattooed hands cupped your cheeks, and you sighed as his thumbs wiped away your show of weakness. 

“Y/N,” he soothed, his lips quirking before he continued. He dropped his hands away, and you missed their warmth, especially as those golden eyes hardened again. 

“I don’t want to keep you prisoner, but as much as I'd like to, I can’t trust you yet.”

Nodding, you tried not to shake as fear rolled back over you. 

“I can’t risk this mission. It’s not safe for me to leave you somewhere on your own. But if I let you roam the Polar Tang, interact with my crew… Especially when you can sneak into any room you like–”

“I would never,” you choked out, reaching for one of his hands on the desk. “Please, Law. I won’t betray you, I swear.”

He squeezed your hand in return, but shook his head. 

“I want to believe you, Y/N. But we both know the power he has over people. You might not think you’d betray me now, but he’s been in your head your whole life.”

The weight of loneliness pressed your body down, your hand going limp in his. He squeezed it a few more times until you looked up again. 

“If you're willing to trust me,” he started, his eyes a bit wide, “I have a way to make sure that I can trust you. It won’t hurt–”

“Hurt,” you whispered, wetting your dry lips as you waited for whatever he wanted to do to you.

“I can remove your heart,” he explained, pulling a key from his pocket to unlock the large bottom drawer of his desk. 

With all of the gruesome things you’d seen in your life, you were surprised at the gasp you let out. Law had pulled something from the drawer, holding it up so that you could take a look. 

It was a strange cube, almost glowing with blueish pink light. It looked squishy, and you reached out to touch it before you noticed the steady pulse. It was a beating heart. 

“So that story is true,” you breathed as you watched it in fascination, “you really did steal all of those pirate’s hearts.”

“I did,” he nodded grimly, tucking that heart back into the drawer. “I’ve done a lot of things to prepare for this goal.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? You–”

“Take my heart. It’s not helping me out anyway, it might be good to have a break,” you laughed, trying to cover the hollow sound in your words. 

Law stood, and you followed suit, his powerful voice vibrating through you. 

“Room.”

You watched in awe as he created a blue sphere of light to fill the space before coming toward you with his sword. 

“This is just a precaution,” he explained, his breath going heavy. “I won’t hurt you, Y/N. I'll protect you.”

“I trust you,” you admitted before you held your breath. 

You couldn’t follow all of the emotions that crossed his face, until he drained them all away. He looked at you as if you were just a problem to be solved. A loose end to tie up to make sure his plan would succeed.

His sunny eyes were as cold and distant as the vacuum of space when he held the tip of his blade to your chest.

“Scalpel.”

You couldn’t remember the last time a weapon had hurt you. There was no need to worry about being injured in battle when you hadn’t left the castle in so long. 

Doffy was the only one that could hurt you, besides the sea and its stone.

Nothing could cut through mist. 

Law was so confident in his ability that you hadn’t questioned him. Instead, you tried to cooperate, somehow willing your body to stay solid so he could rip you open. 

But the blade at your chest seemed as weak as your own abilities. 

Until it pierced your flesh.

“You’re okay,” Law assured you as he pressed further, your gasping breaths slowing as you realized there was no pain. 

“Would you like to hold it?”

Such a strange feeling, gazing at your own beating heart. The very core of your being, the thing that keeps you alive. 

Sitting in the palm of your hand like a piece of fruit.

“What happens if I squeeze it?”

“It would hurt very– Y/N, stop!”

Law pulled your heart from your grasp as you fell to your knees. The pain was indescribable, radiating from your chest through your whole body, as if your veins were on fire. Nausea came as the pain burned through you, and you leaned your forehead against his desk as he knelt beside you. 

“Why would you do that,” he questioned, almost scolding you like he would when you were kids. 

“Most things can’t hurt me,” you choked out, tilting your head up to see his grumpy face. “I was just curious.”

He frowned before sitting on the floor beside you, pushing the chair out of his way as he looked you over. 

“How are you feeling, Y/N? Have you been having thoughts of harming yourself?”

“What? No,” you exclaimed, sitting straight as the pain started to fade. “I promise, I just… I don’t know. I’ve never been handed my own fucking heart before. It was like an impulse.”

“You’ll tell me if you start having thoughts like that,” he requested after a pause, making you squirm with embarrassment. 

“I promise, I’m sorry. I was stupid.”

Law helped you to your feet, then gripped your shoulder until you were caught in his serious glare. 

“That was a stupid thing to do, but you are not stupid.”

You scrunched your face up, and sat down, itching to forget everything that happened in the last hour.

“This is just a precaution,” he repeated, locking your heart in that bottom drawer. You tried not to stare as he tucked the key into his pocket, but a sick taste of guilt hit your tongue.

I wouldn't need a key to steal my heart back. I could just mist into the drawer, and absorb it. 

You gulped down the pressure to confess, to tell him to hide it somewhere else. 

I’m not gonna steal it back, but I don’t know him anymore. I should be careful. 

“Now,” Law cleared his throat, picking up his notepad again, “do you know anything about Doflamingo’s dealings with Kaidou?”

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell him. Everything just felt blank.

“I don’t… I’m not important enough to know anything,” you explained, the words burning your throat on the way out. “I’m sorry, I probably won’t be able to help much.”

Law sat back in his chair, tapping his pen against his lips while he assessed you.

I’m still fucking useless. 

‘Can’t do anything on your own, huh? Just listen to Doffy, you’ll be the perfect little doll for me, alright?’

“Were you with him a lot?”

“What,” you coughed, your skin flushing to the tips of your ears. 

“No, I– that’s not what I…” Law sighed, shaking his head to clear his own words away. “Did he have you with him throughout the day? During meals, maybe while he took calls or meetings?”

“Oh,” you said softly, noticing yourself going fuzzy again, staring into nothing as you tried to recall.

~🦩🦩🦩~

“I mean no offense, Joker, but shouldn’t we be discussing this in private?”

“Oh, don’t mind her, Caesar,” Doffy laughed, rubbing his hand over your back as you lounged in his lap. “She can’t do any harm.”

The scientist frowned at you for a moment. You couldn’t tell if he was wearing makeup, or if his skin really was that pale, his lips almost purple. He met your eyes before shifting his own away from you, and away from Doffy’s fingers that trailed over your thighs, your neck. 

Doffy always touched you so gently when visitors were around, and you melted into him. 

If not for Caesar’s grating laugh, you might have drifted off. Instead, you jolted now and then, Doffy’s hands clutching a little tighter. 

~🦩🦩🦩~

“Are you al–”

“I remember something. Doffy sent Monet with a scientist, this weird guy with–”

“Caesar Clown,” he prompted, his brow arching a bit.

“Yeah. And I guess you wouldn’t know Monet, she joined after you…”

Law pointed to a picture on the wall, your gaze slow in following the gesture. 

“I know of her.”

Your eyes were drawn to a shot of Monet, her wings curled around her as she read a book with those odd, hypnotizing glasses of hers. Memories of her disapproval hit you, a sigh escaping your lips as you tried to rid yourself of her judgments. 

“She’s even more loyal to Doffy than the rest of– than everyone else. She’s almost obsessive. That’s probably why he sent her.”

Law’s body had gone taut, like electricity was running through him as he set his pen to the paper. 

“Please, Y/N, tell me everything you can remember. Even if it doesn’t seem important.”

~

Your brain felt like a wet rag, with Law wringing out every detail of every call or meeting you could think of. 

It seemed strange how much you could recall from your quiet perch on his lap. You were always so bored, but had to fight yourself not to space out or yawn.

Doffy’s possessive fingers along your skin were wonderful, your revealing clothing giving him so much access. As bored as you could get, those teasing touches in front of visitors prepared your body for what came later. 

It was a relief to wet his thigh with slick before he dismissed the guests. He rarely had the patience to prep you any other way. 

You’d spaced out on those memories, Law’s face pinching in concern as he watched your nails digging into your arms.

“Are you hungry? We can continue tomorrow.”

Groaning at the thought, you followed Law back to the galley. He didn’t have much luck in calming his crew this time. They surrounded the two of you until Law begrudgingly introduced you, and your hand was shaken by many greasy, steamy hands pulled out of gloves, and one bear’s paw that you were very hesitant to touch. 

“I’m sorry about what I said before,” Bepo drawled, true sadness seeming to drip from his voice. “I just really love our cap–” 

“Bepo,” Law scolded, and you turned to scold him back as the bear scurried off.

“How could you be so mean, did you see his–”

“Don’t fall for his sad bear eyes,” Law bristled, and you held in your smile at his discomfort. 

“Is that something you’ve learned from experience,” you teased, earning you a scowl.

Law tucked into his meal, not meeting your eyes as he replied. 

“I know my crew.”

“Oh yeah? They all seem to think you’re the most wonderful man in the world. Could the Surgeon of Death be a big softie?”

If looks could kill.

“Okay, sorry,” you teased between bites, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“You do realize that I could take away your tongue if I wanted to,” he threatened, with what looked like the barest touch of pink gracing his cheeks. 

“Oh, I’m sure you’d enjoy some alone time with it.”

Law raised his brows as you clamped your hand over your mouth, your face going hot. He looked too smug, his lips curling as if trying not to laugh. 

“Shut up,” you choked out, putting your misty hands in your lap. 

“I’m not the one whose tongue keeps wagging,” he taunted, somehow keeping that stoic air about him, just a hint of playfulness showing through. 

You stuck that tongue out at him before focusing on your meal, and the low chuckle he let escape was hardly noticeable over the nearby conversations of his crew.

But you noticed it. 

Warmth tingled through your body, and your face was still burning by the time he led you to your room.

~

“Will you be alright in here,” he checked in, standing outside the door to the small room he’d set up for you in the barracks. “The crew are on rotating shifts, so there will always be someone sleeping or getting ready nearby if you need anything.”

“Okay,” you said in a small voice. The realization that you were about to be alone in a cramped, metal room made your skin crawl.

“Are you o—“

“I’ll be fine. Thank you,” you lied with a smile. You were good at lying with smiles. 

“Okay,” he nodded, clearing his throat. “I’ll, uh… I’ll come wake you in the morning, alright? We can have breakfast before we continue going over what you remember.”

“Sounds good,” you chirped. Your cheeks started to hurt as you waved him out, letting your muscles relax after he’d closed that heavy door. 

Quiet.

Not completely. Clanging sounds of the sub interrupted the stillness. Soft voices floated in the hallway beyond that door. 

But now that you were alone…

Thoughts. Memories. Fear. Shame. Guilt. 

Falling back on the single bed, you choked out silent sobs, the flood of emotions slamming into you. You had left your world, dove off the edge of a waterfall, but now you were caught beneath the crashing water, drowning while your body was ripped apart. 

What have I done? How could I leave the family? How could I betray Doffy? 

I’m nothing but scum. Useless my whole life, and now I’m a traitor.

Your mind went in endless loops. Gratitude for Law taking you away. Guilt for betraying the family. Relief that you weren’t stuck in that mindless existence anymore. Terror that Doffy would find and kill you both slowly. 

It hurt. Your whole body hurt, your head pounding like the clanging metal of the submarine.

And you couldn’t understand how you could feel your heart breaking and burning in your chest when it was locked up in Law’s office. 

“Y/N, can I come in?”

His knock had sent you to the ceiling, your body spread into cowardly mist while you tried to calm down. 

“Y/N,” he checked again, concern staining his voice. 

“Just a second,” you stalled, going solid in front of the door. You shook yourself, wiped your tears, and took a few quiet breaths before opening the door with another beaming smile. 

“What’s up?”

Law didn’t look at you like an old friend, an enemy, or a captain on a mission. 

He looked at you like a doctor, and you tried not to squirm.

“What’s that,” you pointed to the lump of shiny fabric he held under one arm.

He coughed, looking down at his shoes before returning your gaze, seeming to rebuild that doctor persona.

“You’ve been through an intense amount of trauma, and the shock of… If you would feel comfortable, I’d like to sleep on the floor in here tonight, just to make sure you’re okay. I could sleep outside the door if you prefer, I just—“

He glanced down at your clenched fists, and you tried to relax them as he continued. 

“I want you to feel safe.”

I’ll never be safe. I’m a traitor. I’m weak. I’ll be tortured before they kill me. 

Doffy will…

The lump in your throat burned, and you filled the room with thick mist so he wouldn’t see you shatter, sinking to the floor as you clawed at your empty chest.

Law closed the door, calling your name as he moved blindly toward you. You could feel him in your mist, and you could have avoided him. You could have let yourself expand into tiny droplets of water, keeping yourself away from any care or comfort he could try to provide. 

But you couldn’t think. Just heave silent sobs, and struggle through breaths that took in more mist than oxygen.

“Y/N– fuck,” he cursed, stubbing his toe on the bed as he waved his arms around slowly. 

The mist told you that he’d gone to his knees, crawling close to you in the small space, but you couldn’t do anything with that knowledge. 

Warm fingers found your arm, pressing lightly along to figure out what he was feeling. 

“I’m sorry I’m touching you, I just need to make sure you’re alright,” he breathed, tracing along your shaking body until he found your neck. His fingers almost burned your clammy skin as he took your pulse before gripping your shoulder gently. 

The way that you could see through your eyes was different than how you could see as mist, or through the mist you create, but you had no way to describe the difference. Through the mist, you saw him lean close, his head above yours as if he could see through the mist too. 

“I’m here. I’m right here with you, Y/N.”

Time was impossible to track as you alternated between crying and dissociating, Law’s calm presence never wavering. Eventually, your mist cleared up, from exhaustion instead of choice. 

He lifted your limp body, tucking you into the small bed before rolling out his sleeping bag.

“You don’t have to sta–”

Law interrupted your slurred words with a harsh glare, but sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N.”

His eyes seemed brighter in this dim room, his voice too soft, yet firm.

Staring into nothing, you felt numbness trying to take you again, but words jumped out of you before you drifted away. 

“Why does it still hurt,” you accused, tapping against your chest with angry fingers, desperate to rip these feelings out. “You took my heart, Law. Why does it still hurt so bad?”

Somehow, more hot tears fell, your body too weak to keep tearing at the hole inside. 

Law’s eyes trailed away, gone to some other time, some other place. When he came back to you, he took your hand in his, running his thumb over your knuckles. 

“If I could cure a broken heart, I wouldn’t be able to complete my mission.”

His words felt as hollow as your chest. You managed to squeeze his hand, pulling in his distant eyes. 

“So we can be broken together then,” you asked, your voice still hoarse as your lips lifted into a weak smile.

Law huffed a laugh, lifting your fingers to his lips before kissing his promise onto your skin.

“Broken together.”

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Alpha! Jeongguk x Omega! Reader

This is a part two of Don't Blame Me, but can be read as a standalone as well :))

Synopsis:

It's been two years since you've moved in with Jeongguk, and since then, the global tour your dance academy was on has since ended long ago, allowing you to have more time to spend with your boyfriend. However, Jeongguk still feels like the two of you have been going around in circles in terms of where your relationship is at. Should Jeongguk make a move to ask you about it? Or is he just being worried for no reason and should just let the relationship grow at its own pace?

Warnings: unprotected s*x, upcoming rut mating, marking, knotting, bre*ding k*nk, really fluffy.

A/N: sorry this took soooo long, mental health has not been looking good lately so...yeah, I hope you guys like this!

Everyday Jeongguk wakes up feeling like the luckiest man in the universe, he can’t believe it’s been two years since you’ve moved in with him.

Your job hasn’t gotten any less busy, and Jeongguk respects that, he’s gotten busier lately too, and recently he just wrapped up a long term project, and now they’re out to celebrate with his friends, and that consists of you, his sister, Jihyo, his Namjoon hyung, and his girlfriend of two years now, yes, the resident third wheeler of the friend group is finally dating, Jihyo’s still doesn’t want to settle down yet, and that’s perfectly fine, in Jeongguk’s opinion, she needs some growing up to do before she sends someone to therapy.

To put things in perspective, he feels like everyone around him, other than his sister, have started the next chapter of their lives, okay maybe that’s a stretch, he’s just feeling a bit stagnant with you after hearing Namjoon talk about how he and his girlfriend are planning on getting a matching couple tattoo after sealing their mating mark.

Is it considered quick to seal the mating mark after two years? Maybe, but they are planning to get married next year, so it wasn’t a hasty decision, Jihyo even chastised them for making the decision only after two years, to which she deemed, too impulsive, so maybe two years is seen as hasty in this time and age, but that doesn’t make Jeongguk feel all that much better about the pace between you and him, not that he’d ever voice that out, he knows you want to take things slowly, you’ve always been a build the foundation type of person.

However, you and Jeongguk have been dating for four years now, and you haven’t brought up about the mating marks before, you did talk about it briefly, but it wasn’t even a serious conversation, although you sounded very much sincere.

So now Jeongguk’s sulking in the pub where all his friends are laughing about something they’re reading on Jihyo’s phone, absently, a pout is on his lips, and his hyung notices it immediately, snapping Jeongguk’s attention away from staring at the rustic decor of the pub.

“Hey, you’re tired, aren’t you? You haven’t been talking all that much tonight,” Namjoon points out, his brows furrowed, he’s always seen Jeongguk as his little brother, brothers from a different mother.

“Nah, I’m okay, I was just spacing out,” Jeongguk dismisses, finishing his drink.

“We can leave if you want,” you say, immediately, preparing to get up from your seat, grabbing your purse.

“Yah, he said he’s gonna buy us drinks with his bonus, don’t you try skimming out on us,” Jihyo complains, arms crossed.

“He’s tired, Jihyo ah, I’ll buy you drinks next time okay,” you promise with that sweet voice you use to get things out of both the siblings, something that Jeongguk can never say no to, to which his sister sighs, nodding begrudgingly.

“Be grateful she loves you, can’t believe my brother stole my best friend,” she says, obviously joking, and Jeongguk nods absentmindedly, letting you lead him out of the pub.

Jeongguk heads home to sleep off the fatigue, but it was probably due to his bad mood and the alcohol that made him sleepy.

When Jeongguk woke up the next morning, he was feeling hot, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary to him, it is summer after all, but what had him questioning was the fact that you were cooking breakfast in the kitchen instead of going for your morning run with Jihyo.

Jeongguk clambers out of bed, messy hair and everything, hurrying to wash up, eager to have your cooking as breakfast.

“Hey. you’re up earlier than expected,” you joke when Jeongguk wraps his arms around your waist, his nose buried in your neck, lips almost slobbering near where your mating mark should be.

“It’s 9.30, of course I’m up,” Jeongguk says with a whiny voice, you just love to tease him, says that he sounds and looks cute when you do, so he indulges you.

“I don’t know, I thought you’d be more tired when you’re near your rut.”

Jeongguk freezes up at your comment, he was so busy that he hadn’t even noticed his scent had some minor changes over time, and he doused himself in cologne last night, craving for the scent of fresh laundry over his natural scent, so that’s probably why his friends hadn’t noticed.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I know you’d tell me to sleepover at Jihyo’s,” you say, turning around to run your hands over Jeongguk’s arms comfortingly, the act so sweet, but it instantly has Jeongguk hard.

“But, we, what if I accidentally mark you? What if your heat gets triggered? Then we’d have to-

“Hey, I’m ready, and I’m ready to have our mating marks now, I think it’s time, if you think you’re ready,” you reassured, you know he’s wanted this for quite some time now, but you were nervous, it isn’t an easy decision, choosing to be connected to someone in the closest way possible.

“But you’ll go into heat a bit later, don’t you have any performances lined up?” Jeongguk asked, eyes darting to every corner of your face to make sure you weren’t doing this out of obligation.

“I called out of work once I realised you were going into rut, and I’m really ready, Jeongguk, unless you’re not,” you look at him quizzically, but both of you know there’s no malice behind your tone, and the slight bossiness of your tone is certainly waking him up in more ways than one.

“How long till the brownies are done?” Jeongguk asked with a fluttering heart, he loves your brownies, and making it for breakfast is weird, but you love how weird he is, and you actively indulge in his quirkiness.

“About 20 minutes, think you could make me cum before they’re done?” you ask with a challenging tone, quickly taking off your apron.

“You bet,” Jeongguk says before he wraps his arms around your thighs, carrying you back to the bedroom where he emerged from not too long ago.

Jeongguk throws you on the bed lightly, getting a giggle out of you at the bounciness of the bed.

“Let’s see if you’ll be laughing in a bit, baby,” Jeongguk teases before he captures your lips with his, his lips still taste minty fresh from brushing his teeth.

Jeongguk breaks off the kiss to take off his shirt, his abs looking like they’re sculpted by greek gods under the morning rays.

Jeongguk manhandles you onto his thighs, he’s not a horny teenage alpha who can’t control his urges, but he just enjoys the process of having your cute butt grinding on his clothed cock.

You got the message quickly, rotating your hips in circular motions, arousal dampening Jeongguk’s sweatpants once his length starts to grow under your ministrations, getting turned on by the fact that you’re the only one with this sort of power over him.

“I need you fuck me, Jeongguk, 20 minutes, remember?” you remind him after having caught a whiff of the scent of chocolate mixing with your scents.

“Yeah, sure, baby,” Jeongguk promises, tugging your shirt up to reveal your bare breasts, your nipples pebbling up from the cool air of your shared bedroom, the AC still lingering in the air after you turned it off before leaving the room, catching the attention of your boyfriend, who quickly envelopes the closest nipple he could get to, sucking diligently, his other hand occupying your other boob, twisting, sucking, and licking, your back arching off into his hold, his free hand’s fingers dipping into the curve of your back, he tightens his hold on you before he ceases all actions.

“Present yourself, baby,” Jeongguk says, his voice dropping into a lower octave, his eyes flashing red, he’s not using his alpha voice, Jeongguk would rather chop off his dick than force you into having sex with him, he just knows you get your panties drenched whenever you hear his ‘sexy voice’, as you often call it, which is why you’re quick to get into position, hands and knees on the bed with your ass perched high for Jeongguk’s taking.

Jeongguk mutters curses under his breath at the sight of you, your pretty pussy shining with arousal that flows down to your smooth thighs, Jeongguk is definitely a lucky man.

When he starts dipping his fingers into your core, you whine.

“Just put it in, Guk, I’m ready,” you complain with a whine as you wiggle your butt enticingly, and it worked like magic, his hands smacking one of your cheeks, that recoil is going to kill him.

Then you feel it, the blunt tip finally breaching your walls, if your heat hasn’t started, it definitely has, with the way you get wetter with every inch Jeongguk feeds you, your omega accommodating to your alpha naturally.

When Jeongguk finally sinks his entire length into you, your toes curl at the feeling of being full.

“Can I move, baby?” Jeongguk asks, he knows the two of you are in a time crunch, but he’d rather let his favourite dessert burn than hurt you in any way.

“Yeah you can move,” you say breathlessly, Jeongguk steals your breath away at any situation, whether it’s because he’s fresh out of the shower, dressed up for a date, or merely cooking, he looks flawless executing what he does, especially in bed.

Jeongguk starts off with shallow thrusts, biting on his lower lip at the way your walls hug him right back deeper at every movement.

When Jeongguk feels your walls finally accommodating his size, he increases the pace of his thrusts, groaning when he feels you clenching onto his length when he finally hits that sweet spot that has you whining and body coursing in pleasurable ecstasy, your back arching into his touch, the sight of your round ass catching his attention, smacking your ass, hands grasping for a bit before he lets go, choosing to make his way to your pretty little clit.

Jeongguk knows you’re close, it’s written in the way you’re gripping him in an almost death grip.

“Cum for me, baby, need you to drench this cock so I can pop my knot inside you, fill you up with pups,” Jeongguk says with a groan by your ear before he feels his knot swelling, the added girth pushes you over the edge, your body spasming as you feel your breath being knocked out of you.

Soon after, Jeongguk’s knot starts to deflate, gushes of cum spilling into your womb, and that feeling kick starts this carnal need inside you.

“Need you to mark me, Guk, I’m ready, ready to be your mate,” you confess, still clenching onto him.

Jeongguk halts his movements, but the jerk of his cock gives him away.

“Please, your omega needs you,” you plead, stretching your neck to reveal the tempting expanse of your neck.

“Baby, we should talk about this-

“No, please, I’ve thought about this for a long time now, I’m ready,” you reassured.

“O-okay,” Jeongguk finally agrees, his alpha growling in agreement.

Jeongguk continues on with shallow thrusts while he rubs your clit in quick circles when he finally bites down on your neck, sealing the two of you together, and you would’ve never imagined this feeling.

The feeling of a weight lifted off, your omega that used to feel so restless, now being a part of you and your alpha.

Jeongguk quickly laps up the wound, easing the healing process before he pulls you sideways, wrapping his arms around your figure.

You curl up next to him seamlessly, sighing in contentment.

“When we’re done eating the brownies and your heat strikes again, you have to promise to give me my mating mark too,” Jeongguk says with a slight whine to his voice, the alpha image dissolving right before your eyes.

You weren’t surprised he asked for his own mating mark, the last time you guys discussed about mating marks, he had insisted on you marking him.

“I promise, now hurry up and deflate your knot or my brownies are really going to burn,” you say with a huff.

“Hush, there’s still 9 minutes left, we can just waddle to the oven together,” Jeongguk teases, which earns him a playful slap on his butt that’s conveniently within reach.

You definitely won’t regret being Jeongguk’s mate.

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Hi! Could I ask for Sokka (if u write him)/Zuko and Tenzin (again, if u write him) falling in love with a tattoo artist badass s/o please?

I loved your badass hcs! 🫶 you’re such an awesome writer!

Thanks in any case and have a lovely day!

I write for Sokka and Zuko, not Tenzin tho ,hope it's ok

The first time Sokka saw you was when he was undercover in fire nation grounds.

It would happen that he passed by your shop,and out of curiosity peeked inside to see what's going on and all.

And then it happens,he sees you in all your glory. Tattoos imprinted on your body making you look like a goddess.

One specific tattoo caught his eye, a dragon image surrounded by red butterflies was drawn on your back.

He could see it because you wore a dark tank top ,low enough for your tattoo to be seen by the world.

When he returned to the camp he couldn't get you out of his mind, especially the arts imprinted on your body. Unfortunately he couldn't take a better look at you without looking like a creep.

But the next couple of days he spent his time thinking of you. Katara noticed and asked what's up with him,but he just shrugged her off and continued his day, mostly thinking about you.

Soon after ,He and Katara found their way to the city,in the area where you worked at. And then again, Sokka saw you.

He tried averting his gaze,if Katara saw him he wouldn't hear the end of it.

Fortunately Katara left to go buy food for the others, allowing Sokka to stare at you.

Then it came,that feeling from a few days ago, you turned around to check if your gut was right,and there he was , looking at you dumb founded.

You shaked your head,yet approached the boy who seemed to rudely stare at you.

"It's inappropriate to stalk and stare at someone,you know?" He remains stuck, trying to gather his words and finally speak. His eyes watching as you put both of your hands on your hips,head tilted expecting an answer.

Woah,your hands are also drawn on,yet he can't really decipher the designs.

"Helooo?" You snap your fingers in front of him,his gaze turning to look at your face.

Lord,were you gorgeous. Just like the designs drawn on your body,your breath taking.

"You're gorgeous." Really Sokka? That's the first thing you speak to her? Oh boy.

Your expression contorts in a confused one, registering the words he just spoke.

"Thanks? Even so ,that doesn't excuse your staring." You furrow your brows, deciding to cross your arms to look more intimidating.

"I'm sorry,it wasn't really my intention,but I just uh, really like those things that you have all over your uh body." He points with his hand at your hands, you chuckle, realizing he was just admiring the art stuck to your skin.

"You mean my tatts?" He watches as you quirk an eyebrow, figuring that's what they're supposed to be,he nods.

"Yeah,they're awesome!"awkwardly he rubs the back of his neck.

"I made those on my hands, I have a shop downtown,but I'm pretty sure you saw me there too." You speak, referring to the time you also felt stared at,only to turn and see a flick of dark hair leaving.

Sokka blushes, he didn't mean to seem creepy,he was just stuck,that's all.

Then he recalls what you just said. "Wait,you did those?!" The boy points at your hands with a pretty shocked expression on his face,mouth almost agape.

"Yes dummy, in my shop,where I tattoo people?" You quirk a brow up, amused by his care free personality.

"No way! That's so cool!" You could see he almost jumps of the ground. Another chuckle leaves your lips.

"I could muster up a pretty cool design for you,if you ever feel like it." You shrug, your eyes darting to your own tattoos.

"Oh uhm,I'm honored but I don't know,I never really thought about something like that." Sokka laughs awkwardly, yet inside he feels so warm,like someone is fire bending in him.

"Have it your way pretty boy." You shrug, turning around ready to leave, after all there's a client you have in an hour.

"I'll see you around !" He shouts after you, attracting the attention of other people in the market.

"Who are you shouting at?" Katara pokes him in the side, making her brother joint up.

"Katara uh, no one! Just my imaginary friends." He'd give her this smile, hoping she would drop it and go on with their day.

Don't worry Sokka,it's not the last time you get to meet your dream girl ;)

Zuko admired what you did. The precision one must have to be able to do what you do...

He already said he could never do something like that.

But he does love your own tattoos.

Especially the one on your tigh, a snake surrounded by white flowers. And he made sure to tell you that.

He hangs around your shop pretty often, especially when he was hiding in ba sing se, sometimes making sure nobody is trying anything with you. It's just how Zuko is.

He even asked you one time if you would do something on him.

"You want me to tattoo on you?" You raise an eyebrow,a small smirk on your mouth.

"I mean yeah, I wouldn't mind." He would shrug ,and explain in detail how exactly he would like his design and how big,it would bring a big grin on your face.

He's a proud boyfriend, and he loves watching what you're doing.

After he becomes fire lord,you're his official court artist.

Zuko claims it's for your safety mostly.

He's just lovestruck by you and can't handle not having you around him.

#x reader #atla #atla x reader #reader #avatar the last airbender #zuko #zuko x reader #sokka #sokka x reader

[shirefantasies]

firstly happy new year!

i wanted to tell you i love your works and maybe ask if i can request a Thorin's company x reader where the reader is from our world and has many tattoos (like a full sleeve) and the company's reaction, maybe the dwarves show their tattoos too?

thank youuu so much!

Ooh, this is cool! Sorry it took so long this got buried in my inbox 😣 I’m going to try to keep the tattoos as vague/open as possible but I may describe em here & there, sorry 😅 Hope this is enjoyable & accurate hehe, ya girl does not have any tattoos herself~

Warnings: slight suggestive jokes, minor blood in one

Showing Thorin’s Company Your Tattoos

Balin

It started the moment he pulled out the contract. You’d gone traveling with the company but not officially joined until this moment. Soon as the parchment unfurled, you began rolling your sleeves up and out of ink’s way. Glancing upward, you caught Balin’s eyes upon the designs inked into your skin. “Oh,” you cocked your head, pen momentarily forgotten, “have you never seen tattoos like this before?” Such a question earned you a sudden burst of laughter from the white-haired dwarf, who shook his head. “Nay, not in the slightest! Quite the opposite. We dwarves are famous for our designs. I suppose that yes, I’ve never seen ones like yours,” he glances over yours once more, “but many I have seen.” Suddenly you felt compelled to ask: “Well, do you like them?” Balin smiled. “Of course I do! Just because they are different doesn’t mean they are bad. Watch out for my brother, though, he’ll be itching to give you a new one if you get on his good side.” He gave a wink and that sealed it for you- you knew it already, but it rang through your head once more that you had a place in this company.

Dwalin

It had started with a compliment. “I like your tattoos,” you told the shaven-headed dwarf with a smile and a nod his way. He looked surprised, then pride settled into his eyes beneath the fire’s flicker. “Thanks. Bet you’ve never seen anything like ‘em before, eh?” Matching Dwalin’s smug smile, you rolled up your sleeve to reveal the art covering your own body. “By my beard,” he breathed. “Would you believe me if I said there was more where that came from?” You teased. “May not have before,” the dwarf grinned, “but I certainly do now. Bet you don’t know what mine mean, though…” "Well then, tell me." Brows raising, he crosses his arms and looks you over as if anew. "And perhaps if you prove yourself, I can add to your collection." As you can imagine, this turned into quite a long conversation.

Thorin

The king-to-be’s eyebrows raise, a look of pure shock crossing his regal features when you expose the long expanses of tattoos you’ve decorated yourself with. Arching a brow, you assume it is some sort of royal sensibility and roll your eyes, at least until you hear Thorin’s faint words emerge, barely above a whisper. “My sister has something quite like that. May I?” Stunned, you simply nod, holding your arm out as Thorin draws closer, fingers gently brushing over your inked skin as a small smile creeps to his lips. “I remember when she got it. She wanted me to get one, too, but I was too afraid.” A deep chuckle. “You, I see, do not lack the courage. Dis would like you. Very much,” he comments, blue eyes shining into yours.

Oin

“You’ve gotta be more careful next time,” Oin shakes his head as he lowers you onto the blanket, one hand tucked carefully behind your head. “You’re welcome,” you grin, though the expression quickly turns into a wince as pain arcs up your newly acquired wound. Tutting, Oin says nothing, opting instead to strip off your layers to dab at the blood collecting there. He pauses, though, over your bared skin. “You never told me…” Gloved hand waving vaguely over you, and you chuckle weakly. “What, that I have an amazing pain tolerance?” “That’s one way to put it,” he replies, “and let’s hope so. You’ll need it. They did heal quite nicely, you know. Half the ones I’ve done looked a mess after.” “You do tattoos, huh?” You chuckle again, smiling up at him as he worked. “Now that I’d like to see.”

Gloin

Bursting into hearty laughter, Gloin claps a hand to your shoulder. "Thinkin' you can beat Dwalin, are you?” Obviously you are quite confused, tilting your head at him until you trace the line of his eyes to your exposed wrist. The edges of a tattoo showed there, bringing a chuckle to your lips. “Hadn’t thought of it like that,” you shot back, “but I suppose I would have him bested.” Gloin bursts into hearty laughter as you push up your sleeve to reveal skin entirely covered. “Bless me, I was teasing you! You really went for it, though! What did you do for yours? I managed to barter for mine,” he grins, pushing up his own sleeve to reveal a design near his shoulder. “I wish that was how it worked for me,” you sigh, rolling your eyes at the thought of all your lost money, “where I come from, it’s pay or nothing.” Cue Gloin lining you up deeds to get dwarven ink done should you so desire.

Bifur

Catching Bifur gesturing your way, you frown slightly and turn back around, fixing him with a look of concern at his hasty motions. Finally, he traces a hand up his arm, prompting you to peer down at your own. Ah, right. He'd probably never caught a glimpse of your tattoos before. You nod, sign a 'what?' you hope doesn't come across too cheeky, and grin when he gives up and rolls his eyes and grabs your arm. “Well,” you ask, “like ‘em?” In all honesty, you have no expectation for his reply, but the enthusiastic nod and tug up of his tunic still has your eyebrows raising in shock. He has one, too, it seems, at least the one, and wouldn’t you know it, it’s quite similar to one of yours. Smiling, you wondered if that was as meaningful to him as it was to you.

Bofur

“Well you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” You aren’t even certain what the hatted dwarf means until you follow his gaze down the length of the arm you’d bared to spearfish with, tracing the lines of your tattoos. “So you could say,” you reply mystically, waving fingers until the both of you are laughing. “Which one’s your favorite? I wanna see ‘em all. Well, if you’ll let me, of course, and…" Cutting him off with a hand held up and a smile, you answer, "I know what you mean. When we're done here, we'll need some time by the fire. I'll show you then." Eyes shining, Bofur gives you a grin and wades into the river with you. That evening, as you sat and warmed your soaked legs by the toasty fire, you rolled up your sleeve all the way this time, telling him the story of every single tattoo and chortling at his animated commentary.

Bombur

The others saw them, but Bombur’s reaction amused you the most by far. Without thinking, he grabbed your arm and held it up, eyes scanning your art beneath the warmth of his gentle hold. “Well,” you chuckled, “what do you think, do you approve?” “I quite like yours,” he agreed, “yours are pictures. I like them better than Dwalin’s.” A call of protest from the warrior dwarf rang out defending both his own art and of course the traditions of their people. But if you have any of things Bombur enjoys most, things representing family, food, animals, nature, and the like, he keeps fighting for you to the last word! "But I like the pictures! Have you seen them? Come have a look here." There you stand, your hand tightly in Bombur's grip, but you cannot help smiling.

Dori

The two of you had all but insisted the dwarves finally wash some of their layers, so they agreed under the express conditions that the ones who cared so do it. As you knelt at the riverside with a bundle of (frankly filthy) clothing, you rolled up your sleeves to the elbows and saw Dori staring out of the corner of your eye. He didn’t look particularly scandalized and you were used to eyes upon your art, expected it even. “Looking at these?” You asked with a smile. Sheepishly he nodded. “My brother has a couple of those. Always trying to get me to have one done,” he scoffed, “but I don’t exactly fancy a voluntary stabbing myself.” You can’t help laughing at that. “They certainly did hurt,” you agree in your mirth. Dori’s eyes slid down your forearm one more time. “You must be quite tough, then, aren’t you? Strong and sensible,” he beams.

Nori

One of your tattoos is especially meaningful, so the moment its subject comes up in conversation you are peeling back layers to reveal it. Many dwarven eyebrows raise as the sun strikes your skin, but you can’t help noticing Nori specifically, the look of intrigue and perhaps something else in his eyes. Challenging him with a look, you cock your head a bit at him. “Didn’t realize you had any,” he says simply. With a faint snort, you nod. “Well, here you go,” you roll up your sleeve further. Nori’s eyes trail up and down the expanse of skin one more time. “I’ve got a few myself.” Naturally, you ask him where, and that is when he breaks into a rakish smile and winks. “You’ll have to guess.”

Ori

Smiling at Ori as you accepted his sketchbook, you pushed back your sleeve to save it from smudging his work or the addition he'd welcomed you to make on a new page. An entry into his little world you were honored at the invitation to create. But when you glanced back up at the dwarf, your joy faded sharply away at the widening of his eyes. Shock, no doubt, at the revelation of the ink covering your forearm, designs you'd hidden for fear of distaste or harsh questioning. Quickly you slid the fabric back down, but Ori just gaped, looking more than a bit awed. "You have so many. Did they hurt?" A common enough question, posed innocently as you'd expect from the company's youngest. "Some more than others, that is for sure," you answered simply, "but I took it in silence." Humming in further awe, Ori leaned closer to you. "Nori screamed like a baby bird the whole time he got his." Bursting suddenly from your chest, your laughter cascaded over your whole body in relief, comfort returning to your little world. "I quite like yours better than his, too, especially that one," Ori added, pointing where he'd seen a particularly nice piece. Perhaps you should have known the artist would understand.

Fili

“Whatcha got there?” Glancing down at the utensil in your hand, you shrug. “Ladle. I was helping Bombur do the rinsing.” At that, the elder Durin heir smirks. “Not that,” he says, gesturing up from your hand, “those.” Right. “Oh, my tattoos? If you’ve never seen anything like them, I can tell you-” “Never seen anything like it?” Fili snorts in amusement, crossing his arms. “I take it you’ve not looked upon the dwarven kings of old.” Removing his coat and outer tunic, he bares his own arms. “I’d like to get mine here.” He touches his bicep. “One ringing each side.” “How convenient,” you tease as he flexes the toned muscle of his arms. “What?” “Nothing,” you snort, shaking your head.

Kili

The pair of you had been sparring, Kili parrying your every move before you finally sat down in defeat, accepting a newly-filled waterskin gratefully. The dwarf kept teasing you, saying all that he could about how well he knew you and the like. "Why, I practically know everything about you," he said with a proud look, "you'll not be surprising me any time soon." "Well, then, if you know me so well," you countered, "which tattoo is my favorite?" "Very funny, you haven't any..." Kili's eyes widened as you rolled up your sleeve, scanning every inch of ink. "...Tattoos." "What was that you were saying?" You asked, smirking into his speechless gape. Curse him, he regained his composure quickly, though, expression falling back into the smile you had to admit you loved. "Well, I certainly know which one is my favorite."

Bilbo

You start tugging at your top at the collarbones and Bilbo’s eyes practically pop out of his head when your tattoos peep at him. “You too?” He asks, tone incredulous. Chuckling in amusement, you fix him with an inquisitive look. “And what does that mean?” “Well,” he begins, voice faltering, “I suppose I just thought of that as, well, as a dwarf thing. What with Dwalin and all.” “Surprise,” you tease him with a grin, exposing more skin he flushes at the sight of, “but look, I think you’ll quite like this one…” Any tattoo you have from nature, after all, surely catches the hobbit's gentle eye in a heartbeat. “Oh, that is… quite beautiful,” Bilbo breathes with a faraway smile, “can I touch it? Wait, what am I saying, I’m sorry…”

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[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Congrats on the 5K! You deserve it! Also good luck with the florist job!

And so happy that request are open for 5K special! I hope that Im not too late-

I'd like to request a Alex Keller fic, I have this wholesome idea. Reader would be a librarian who is fascinated with military stuff, you know always reading those history book about wars or military forces! And Alex could have days off from his work and decided to spend those days in library reading some books? Reader gets to know that he is from military and instantly ask stuff!

Yes I was inspired by the fact you're working as a florist now. I just love these tropes!

Take care! 💗

—Bright-Eyed History Lesson

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [A librarian with a fascination for war history and a soldier who loves how her eyes light up. Like a dog, he can't stop himself from coming back; smiling like a fool.] ❞

“I knew it,” you smile widely, looking smug. The blond ahead of you furrows his brow, releasing a gentle puff of laughter at the look on your face, grinning. 

“And what do you mean by that?” Your book has been long placed down on the counter, expression lively and your shift finally brought to a point of enjoyment. It was a good day when Alex Keller showed up at the library, and it was even better when he went out of his way to talk to you and entice your little quirk. It had been an obsession since grade school, really, a need to inhale all knowledge about anything warlike.

“It means,” your voice echoes out over the quiet area, “that I have an impeccable ability to read people.” 

Alex rolls his eyes, arms going to cross over his chest as his feet reset themselves. His blue eyes level you with a fake expression of exasperation. The light blush on his cheeks gives him away. 

“You did not know that I was involved with the Forces just by how I looked,” he says slowly, shaking his head. “I have no doubt you’re smart, Sunshine, but that’s a stretch even by me.”

“Keller,” you raise a brow and smirk. “You’re like a walking enlistment form, c’mon. A literal picture boy.” 

“Are you going to let me check out or is this going to be an hour-long back-and-forth?” 

“Well I don’t know,” you tilt your head, eyelids crinkled. “Are you going to let me ask you questions?”

Alex raises a brow, itching at his mustache as he sighs through a chuckle. “Aren't you on the job, Ma’am?” 

“My curiosity,” you hold out a palm for the book he wishes to check out, and he produces the item from one of his hands and lightly passes it to you with a soft expression, eyes melting as you chuckle. “Stops for no one.”

“Yeah, I’m seein’ that.” He takes back his book and you smile, skin going hot. 

“Am I coming on too strong?” He blinks at you, putting his rented item under his arm and shaking his head firmly soon after.

“Hell, if all I have to do today is talk to a woman like yourself, I’d count it as time well spent.” Your confidence fizzles into shyness, eyes going wide at the hidden compliment in the smooth words. Alex smirks, lips twitching before his head tilts to the twin chairs in the corner of the entryway. “Sit with me?”

Your smile turns sheepish, and your heart skips a beat in your chest. 

“Okay.”

Alex had been coming around for months, and you’d be lying if you didn’t say you’d become a bit infatuated with the handsome blond and his mustache; those tattoos that span up his arms in splashes of color. He was kind—respectful. He gave you a soft smile every time he walked through the front door, tilting his head your way in greeting as you waved from behind the counter. When he began checking out books on war history, stories from long past conflicts, you’d given tidbits of your own knowledge over in passing, not expecting much of it. 

But, well, Alex had that air about him—the one that gave you a feeling he was either in for forces himself or had been previously. 

You both sit in the soft chairs in the entryway, your eyes alight with interest that the man can’t help but stare at as your lips start dancing. Your questions make him happy because it makes you happy to ask them, and the sight of your shining grin is like a blanket on a cold day. 

He wouldn’t have checked out all of those books if not to see you again, of course. He’s not some scholar—there are only so many hours in the day to read. He still has a stack in his room he needs to get through. 

Alex laughs, easing out with a raised hand. “One at a time, Sweetheart.”

You itch at the side of your neck, shrugging as you take him in with a tease. “At least try to keep up, Alex.”

His body shifts as you say his name, the warm lights of the library around you and the air filled with the scents of cinnamon and old leaves. Blue eyes shine, blinking away with a laugh as he clears his throat to try and hide the plain happiness in it. 

“Yeah, yeah, alright. I’ll try, but at least show me a bit of mercy over here, Doll.” You hum, leaning on the arm of the chair to be closer to him. Alex’s breath lightly hitches as you smirk. 

“How long until you need to leave?” Your voice asks out, and he watches you as if you’re the only person to exist. 

Bless his soul, he was absolutely lost to you.

Alex’s face goes a shade of red. 

“I’m here as long as you need me,” he says and matches your level of mischievousness with a quirk of his brow. “You’ve heard about the cat that got killed by his curiosity, yeah? Well, I’d hate to have that happen to you, Ma’am. Seems I’ve got my work cut out.”

If it was possible, you think you just fell in love.

#cod #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #x female reader #call of duty x you #drabble #cod mw x reader #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #mw x reader #cod x female reader #x fem!reader #alex keller x reader #alex keller cod #alex keller #cod mw #alex keller x you #cod modern warfare #modern warfare x reader #modern warfare x you #modern warfare 2019

[midnightblues444]

Meanie weanie |

Executive Ran x executive! Reader

Summary: after years of banter you've learnt not to take anything that Ran Haitiani says seriously, but cant help but wonder when the jokes end

Tags: smut with plot, workplace romance,

Sorry for being so inactive guys!! But here's a little thing

The cool evening breeze softly decorates your skin with goosebumps. The balcony you found refuge on is mostly empty, guests spaced out in huddles of conversation while you gingerly sip on a sweet cocktail.

"Mind if I join you there darlin?" the voice is male, annoying, you can tell as he saunters closer. You raise your brows without a word, raising your glass to your lips.

"So, you here with anyone?" He tries to be smooth

"No actually" you mumble, rubbing your slightly cold arms

"Ah so what brings you here then if not a date?"

"Business, its my company's event, so not really here for fun" your sips turn to gulps, you want this conversation to end

"Ah cmon theres room for a little fun right?" He shoots again, with a loopy grin

"Well I was having some fun before you showed up" you give him a look, turning to face him with as much annoyance you can muster. The offence paints his face as he prepares to say something else.

"Ohh ouch, she got you there man" the familiar sound of Ran Haitianis deep voice,of course, as if he just appeared. The man huffs, embarrassed to say anything else, you motion with your hands for him to shoo and glare before he leaves.

Ran turns to you with a pleased look on his face.

"You're so mean miss (name), it's hot"

You take a sip and glare at him over the rim of your glass, Ran Haitiani, your fellow executive who knows no bounds, hes beautiful unfortunately...tall, not too slender, with sleepy lilac eyes, tonight his dress shirt clings by his shoulders and his sleeves are rolled halfway up his forearm, revealing his tattoo.

Hes a flirt, a reputable man whore, you've tried to stay away from romantically. Being cautious not to fuck your colleague even though hes as fuckable as this. Although youve been testing your luck with some flirting, harmless banter, you call it.

"your dance card full?" He grins,

"Yes actually, theres a line of gentlemen waiting for my hand" you sigh giving your voice an exaggerated trill, putting your glass down

He grins wider, taking your hand in his, like a victorian gentleman, "then they'll have to wait longer hmm?"

Dancing with Ran felt like one of those moments where you catch yourself thinking he might genuinely like you. That the flirty banter is laced with hidden feelings hes scared to admit,

Its in the way his eyes never leave your own, his hand on the small of your back guiding you to the music, he doesn't make awkward small talk instead he makes fun of some poor passersbys and you laugh quietly trying to not make it obvious your laughing at a target.

It's nice, until the the songs over and Yuki,a woman from the company's catering service asks to steal him from you, just for a moment of course, forcing you to leave the dancefloor.

Hes not yours, you know that much, but cant ignore the feeling you get in your stomach when you notice his hand placement , finding yourself stomping back to your hotel room. Its moments like these where you hate company trips, wishing you could be in your own bed sulking for as long as you pleased.

You exit the elevator, deciding to take your heels off before continuing on. Sudedenly hearing your name get called from behind you. Ran, once again just appearing. You roll your eyes as he gets closer.

"Why'd you go?" He tries to hide that hes panting

"Did you take the stairs?" You avoid his question

"Elevator was occupied." hes quick "whyd you go?"

"Just felt like it"

He gives you a look, he doesn't buy it

"I mean...I'm pretty tired and Yuki came so I just didnt feel like standing there and if I went back to our table, the rest of the guys would probably tease me about us dancing together- and I really am not in the mood for that and... why are you looking at me like that"

Hes staring at you, no, hes gazing between your eyes and lips. Hes amused, grinning. "Jealousy makes you look super kissable" he smiles

"Stop just saying nonsense" you correct him rolling your eyes

"I never just say anything miss (name)" he steps closer

You huff in disbelief, looking away, when his hand suddenly on your chin turns you to face him "stay still, and ask me to kiss you"

Your breath hitches, you stare at him and then his lips, your heart races. You know hes being serious and this is now a moment of truth.

"Kiss me then Haitaini"

He grins so hard you feel it deep into the kiss, he kisses you tenderly, his fingers tracing your jaw and cheeks. Your hands gently hold his wrists, yet find themselves around his neck as it deepens.

You feel dizzy when you pull away, breathless, eyes opening slowly, "shall we move then" you sigh, with a gentle chuckle he laughs too.

In your room, he can barely stop kissing you, groaning onto your mouth, through the door to the edge of the bed.

You begin unbuttoning his dress shirt, discarding it. You kiss his chest and neck while undoing his belt. He gets out of the pants, and is left in just his black boxers.

You push him so that hes laying back on the matress, watch me, you wordlessly command. turning so he can unzip the dress. You slip the straps off each shoulder and let the thing fall down to your ankles, watching how his bulge grows.

You unclip your bra, and slip out of your panties. Hes jerking himself breathless, as you climb over him. Sitting cutely on his dick, you grind your hips teasingly as he groans, you kiss him boldly now, continuing grinding, you can tell he can barely focus by the way he sighs deeply.

You suck hickies onto his skin, and begin guiding him inside you, finally sinking down completely, you both let out a drawled "fuck". As you begin to bounce, desperate to keep the friction.

He chuckles at your whines, bringing one hand to thumb at your clit roughly and the other to take charge of the pace, thrusting upwards to your spot almost desperately.

He moans your name so sweetly each time you clamp down on him. And you feel your brain go to mush at how deep inside you he reaches, filling you up so good, your moans being paired with the sound of skin slapping.

"You drive me crazy" he says, and he means it, his thrusts get messier as he gives give you more,

"so close" you gasp, before you realise it your coil snaps, you arch at the way he doesn't stop and keeps fucking you through it. He finishes soon after you, groaning out curses, you feel his dick spluttering release and it dripping down your thighs.

Your panting as you come down, slowly, laying on him before feeling him turn you over. Climbing over you with his signature grin

"I'm not done with you sweetheart"

#tokyorev x reader #ran smut #ran haitani #ran x reader #tokyorev smut #tokyorev x you #tokyorev headcanons #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani smut #ran haitani x you #tokyo rev smut

[ikoinsblog]

Warnings: MDNI! professor!reader, student!Ellie, age gap, Top!Ellie, strap on (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving).

Forbidden Part 2!

Part 1!

“That cake is hilarious!” Dina, one of your long-time friends, sat back in her seat laughing. “Fucking brilliant!”

It was. You had initially wondered if it was too much for a public place, but divorce parties were supposedly all the rage these days. You were definitely telling everyone what you thought of your ex-wife.

Abby was the biggest prick to walk the earth.

“You don’t think the knife is too much?”

“If you’re going to say how you feel through a cake, then you have to say it properly, babe. I think it’s great.”

“I don’t suppose it’ll matter soon once people have helped themselves to it.” You finished your glass of wine, then refilled it.

“So, I had something I wanted to talk to you about. But it has to stay between us, Dina.”

You didn’t have anything to worry about. You could trust Dina with anything you said. Including this ‘thing’ with Ellie.

Still, Dina held up a hand. “Of course. Scout’s honour or whatever.”

“There’s…this student.” Your clit throbbed at the mere thought of Ellie. “She’s…intense.”

“Giving you grief?” Dina frowned. “Your uni students are usually mature by now.”

“No, no. Not grief in that sense. She’s…I think she’s attracted to me.”

“Well, obviously. Who isn’t?”

You rolled your eyes, slapping Dina on the arm. “Stop it. That’s not true.”

“Oh, I think it is.”

“My own wife couldn’t wait to fuck someone else, Dina. I find it hard to believe that I’m going to find anything meaningful any time soon.” You knew that with age…life changed. You knew that no matter how sexy you felt, things started to drop or dry or whatever else you would be faced with in the coming years. You weren’t stupid. But your thirty-year-old cousin? Really? After everything you’ve been through with Abby. twenty-four-year marriage. You sometimes found it hard to comprehend. “Not that she would be into that sort of thing anyway.”

Dina nodded slowly. “She wants to fuck you. I get it.”

Well, that was one way of getting straight to the point. “I guess so, yes.”

“And you want to fuck her.”

“God, no. I…couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. I have a very good reputation at work. I’m not going to potentially sour that because a student wants a night of fantasy.”

“And that’s exactly all it would be. A fantasy. So why not humour her and get your kicks while it’s on offer?”

Fuck. Dina was supposed to tell you how wrong and forbidden it was. She was supposed to threaten you with the loss of your job or a reprimand from the powers that be. Not…encourage you. “That’s…I…why have you just said that?”

“Because it’s secretly what you wanted to hear.” Dina grinned. “You may not realise it, but I know when you’re thinking about doing something. I’ve been your best friend for twenty years, babe.”

“Dina..”

“Is it illegal?” Dina asked, a brow quirked.

“I…no.” You frowned. “It’s still not right.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Live a little. You’ve got a student fantasising about you. What more do you want?”

“For it to not be a student?”

“Ah. But that’s all part of the fantasy.” Dina winked. “You’re thinking about it. I’m not sure what else there is to say. If you were so concerned, you wouldn’t even be having this conversation with me.”

“It doesn’t help that she’s exactly my type.”

“Mmhmm. Let me guess. A little on the butch side. Tattooed. Has that something about them. One look, and you’d spread your legs. I get it.”

“Am I that predictable?”

“Nope. Not at all. As I say, I’ve known you a long time.”

“I’m going to the bar. You’re deluded.” You rose from your seat and took your phone from the table, slipping out of the booth and heading for the bar.

You phone buzzed.

“What are you wearing?”

Oh, God. No, not now. This couldn’t be happening.

“I’m busy. I can’t do this right now!”

“I know what you’re wearing. That sexy, strappy dress should be on my bedroom floor.”

You didn’t dare to turn around. Because you knew that when you did, Ellie would be there, those eyes piercing you.

“And would one of your shirts be lying on the floor beside it?”

You grinned, seeing the read receipt immediately.

“No. It would be hanging open on my body. That’s what you’d like, isn’t it? Me fucking you…half naked.”

“I’m not sure you could handle me, Ellie.”

“Wanna find out?”

You would love nothing more than to find out.

“The question is, do YOU want to find out? That confidence of yours is very sexy, but I don’t believe you really want to fuck me, Ellie. It’s all bravado.”

Now that was sure to really rile Ellie up.

“Oh, yeah? I know how wet I make you when I’m in class. I see it in your eyes. Do you go back to your office and touch yourself while you’re thinking of me? Do you taste yourself while imagining me?”

Before you could respond, Ellie started typing again.

“Do you think of me putting my strap in you while you’re bent over your desk? A personal favourite of mine is being on my knees under your desk. I’d love to have my face in your drenched pussy. And I know you’d love it too!”

The server snapped you out of your aroused thoughts. You took the bottles of wine, smiling when he added them to the open tab they had, and carefully made your way back to the table.

“Thanks, babe. What were you smirking at when you were at the bar?”

“Me? Nothing.”

“Something on your phone,” Dina said. “Your student, maybe?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Why would my student have my number?”

“Because the woman sitting in the window over there hasn’t taken her eyes off you since you left the table. Every time she lowers her phone, you pick yours up.”

“And in what way does that prove she’s my student?”

“She couldn’t be your type any more than she already is. Look at her. You’ll see.” You couldn’t look up at Ellie. Then Dina laughed. “Ah. You can’t. Because she’s just had some very…choice words for you, hasn’t she?”

“Dina.”

“I give it thirty minutes, and you’ll be out of that door with her.” Dina leaned in and sighed. “May I say…you’ve chosen really well. She’s hot.”

* * *

“Ellie.”

Ellie lifted a brow and sipped her beer slowly. You looked divine tonight.

“What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help but lower your eyes to the open buttons on Ellies white shirt…to her chest piece tattoo.

“Drinking my beer. How is the celebration going?”

You lowered yourself to the leather seating, placing your wine on the table.

“Great. But how did you know I’d be here?”

“Fate.” Ellie winked. She received the smallest smile in return. “Joking. I’m here for you. And I may have overheard you on the phone when you were leaving your office earlier.”

“For me?” You took a large gulp from your wine glass. “Ellie, I’m your professor.”

“Mmhmm.” Was that supposed to concern Ellie? It probably should have, but it didn’t. Ellie could fuck who she wanted…when she wanted. She draped her arm across the back of the booth, her hand reaching your shoulder. “I…noticed none of the friends you’re with work at the university.”

“No. These are my close friends, not my work colleagues.”

“So, if you were to leave with me now, nobody at the university would know anything about it?” Ellie lowered her other hand beneath the table, stroking a fingertip across your knee. The university was a big place, so Ellie wasn’t overly concerned by the thought of being caught in this position. “I know you intentionally tease me during lectures.”

“Can you blame me?”

Ellie smirked. “I could never blame you for that.”

“It’s that confidence that makes me…”

You hesitated, your eyes closing when Ellie stroked her fingertips a little higher.

“Wet?” Ellie finished for you.

“Yes.”

Ellie leaned in closer and lowered her voice as she breathed against your ear, “Then why don’t you let me take care of you?”

For every second that you took to make a decision, Ellie was going to inch higher and higher. She felt you squeeze your thighs together. She grinned when you placed your hand on Ellie thigh, rubbing your palm against the denim. “Where do you want to go?”

“Depends how you want me to fuck you.” You squeezed Ellie’s thigh at those words, but Ellie only guided you higher. Your breath caught when your hand landed on the bulge at Ellie’s crotch. “Oh, fuck!”

“We could be. I wore this especially for you tonight.”

You lifted your glass and drained it, taking Ellie’s hand and guiding her out of the booth. You didn’t even bother to say goodbye to your friends. It was in that moment that Ellie knew she had your full attention.

You dragged her towards the end of the street. Ellie pulled you into an alleyway and pressed you to the wall. “How long have you wanted me?”

“Since the moment you walked into my lecture, Ellie.”

Ellie lifted the hem of your dress and forced her hand past the waistband of your underwear. “A whole three months, huh?”

You arched against Ellie when she pressed two fingers to your swollen clit. “Y-yes!”

“The times I’ve wanted to fuck you in your office. The way you sway that arse when you stroll the corridors. These tits,” Ellie said as she bit down on the swell of your breast.

“You’ve been teasing me for too long now. It’s about time I did something about it.”

“Mm. Are you going to punish me, Ellie?”

You stroked your palm up Ellie’s stomach and between her breasts. “I can’t wait to feel you on top of me. Taking everything you need from me.”

Fuck. I need her now. “We need to find a room right now.”

“I live on the next block. Can you keep your cock to yourself until then?”

Oh, she’s feisty. I like that. “Only if you promise to get on your knees and suck it for me.”

* * *

You fumbled around with your keys, trembling when Ellie’s hand smoothed over the curve of your arse. If Ellie had realised anything so far, it was that you loved your arse being touched. Good thing, really, because Ellie fucking loved it. It was firm, perfect for spanking. Every time Ellie felt it beneath her palm, you moaned.

“Ellie please…” You wriggled, but it only shifted Ellie’s hand between your legs. “Shit, please. You have to stop that.”

“Why?”

“Because if you keep touching me, I’m going to come.” Mmhmm. She’s not wrong.

Ellie breathed a sigh of relief when the door opened, and you pulled her inside. You dropped to your knees, looking up at Ellie with hooded eyes, and smirked as you popped the button on her jeans and lowered the zip. The toy sprang free when you tugged Ellie’s boxer shorts down, her jeans sitting low on her thighs. “Oh, Ellie.” You took hold of it, rolling your tongue around the tip. “You chose the perfect size.”

“You like being filled then, huh?” Ellie couldn’t take her eyes off you as you sucked on the length of the toy. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

You lifted a brow and quickly slid the thin straps of your dress from your shoulders. Ellie’s mind…was blown. She knew you were gorgeous, but seeing you on your knees was something entirely different.

You slurped and sucked, pressing the base of the toy against Ellie’s clit. “F-fuck, yeah.” You pressed again, digging your nails into Ellie’s skin. “Oh, shit.”

As much as Ellie loved seeing you like this, she needed to fuck you. She leaned down and cradled your chin in her finger.

“Where do you want me?”

In every possible position, if I have my way, Ellie thought. “On your feet.”

You stood, the dress that had been pooled around your waist dropped to the floor. You stood before Ellie wearing nothing but a black lace thong and a pair of heels.

Ellie’s dream…was coming true.

She held your hips, forcing her jeans the rest of the way down. She kicked off her boots, followed by her jeans, and then guided you towards the back of the couch. Your lips met, tongues sliding against one another, and Ellie’s heart really started to pound now.

“Ellie, I’m dripping for you.”

Well, now, Ellie would have to check that you weren’t telling lies. She smirked. “Turn around and bend over.”

You did so, spreading your legs for Ellie without a second thought. She lowered herself, biting on the supple flesh of your arse. And then she came face to face with that delicious pussy from behind. Fuck! Even though Ellie knew she’d have you one day, she had to quickly question her confidence. You were dripping wet, just as you had claimed.

Ellie didn’t wait another second. She buried her face in your soaked lips and lapped up every drop you had to offer. Ellie slipped her tongue inside you. You immediately tightened around her tongue, your slick arousal covering Ellie’s chin.

You reached behind yourself and gripped the back of Ellie’s head, encouraging Ellie to give you more. Ellie pulled back, only to ease two fingers inside you.

“Fuck me harder, Ellie.”

Ellie obliged, adding a third finger and thrusting fast. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Mmm. You’ve had me on edge for a long time, baby.”

Baby? Oh, yeah. Ellie could definitely work with that. “If only you’d told me sooner, we could have been far more acquainted by now.”

You were close. Ellie felt your walls clenching, your knees trembling, your breath becoming more and more ragged.

“C-close.”

Ellie pulled out of you suddenly. She got to her feet, spanking your divine arse hard. You yelped, moaned, and then wiggled those smooth cheeks for Ellie. A private show.

“You wanted me, Ellie.” You bent further forward, bracing your forearms on the back of the couch. “So take me.”

Ellie spread your lips from behind and coated the toy with your wetness. she lined the head up and thrust hard.

“Oh, fuck!” You dropped your head on her shoulders, slamming back against Ellie. “Y-yes.”

“Tell me you want me.”

“O-oh, I want you. My pussy is craving you, Ellie.”

The way you said Ellie’s name had her gripping your hips and pounding furiously. “Fucking take it. All of it.”

“Ellie…” you gasped and moaned. Ellie was barely able to move inside you. “Fuck, I’m coming.” You forced Ellie out of you, gushing down your thighs and covering the hardwood flooring. “O-oh, I…”

Now that was something Ellie wanted to witness again in her lifetime. if Ellie was being honest, this was one of the moments she had fantasised about.

So, for the time Ellie could have with you, she was going to make the very most of it. She leant forward, dragged her nails up your back, and whispered, “Turn around. That pussy is mine for the rest of the night.”

By Melissa Tereze.

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What if… Part 2!

WLW book recommendations!

‘What if Ellie was character in my favourite lesbian books.’

Study You by Melissa Tereze.

‘It’s been months since Finn Ashton walked into Gillian Masters’s lecture and neither’s world was ever the same. Six weeks have passed since their last mind-blowing encounter, which was in Gillian’s office…on her desk, and both women know that a professor-student relationship is too risky, especially for Gillian who has worked for years to get where she is at her university job.’

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Affection

Simon “Ghost” Riley x OFC “Bones”

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Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Tattoos, brief violence (just sparring), mentions of injury, mask kink, praise kink, primal kink-ish, very dom Ghost, oral sex (m and f receiving), anal fingering, anal sex, slight cum play, and some sweet fluffies lol

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A/N: I am so obsessed and in love with this man it’s not even funny.

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“Your hair’s getting longer.” You comment, lips mumbling the words.

“Yeah,” Simon responds simply, eyes remaining shut. “Gonna have to shave it soon.”

Briefly, your fingers stop their gentle swipes. Furrowing your brows, you ask incredulously, “Shave it?”

He smiled then, something you’ll never take for granted. “Always do.” And then he’s tapping the top of your thigh. “C’mon love, gotta leave soon.”

With that, you continue, smearing the black paint over his face. The pads of your digits slide around his eyes, through the blonde hair of his brows, over his nose. 

“I never knew you shaved it.”

“Why would you?” Simon returns softly, palms running up and down the tops of your thighs. His touch is warm and kind, traits reserved only for you. “Haven’t shaved it since before the injuries. And you’d never seen me without a mask at that point.”

And you figure, he’s right. “But it’s so pretty.” All you want to do is run your hands through his sunshine-colored locks, just like you always do. But face black would probably be difficult to get out of his hair. 

“Yeah?” He chuckles, “Want me to keep it this way?”

Quietly, sweetly, you reply with, “Yes, please.” It’s not necessarily long, just longer. Whisps and strands trailing down toward his face, long enough to be brushed back beneath the hood and his sweatshirt. “Why did you ever shave it anyway?”

Ghost shrugs, remaining otherwise perfectly still for you. “Was easier to deal with, felt better beneath my mask.”

Caressing you sweetly, Simon waits patiently as you apply the dark smears to his face. He’s standing between your spread legs while you sit atop the counter, the intimate moment shared in the privacy of his bathroom. Every now and then, he hums, basking in the sensation, the delicate touch of your fingertips. Holding back his grin, he breathes steadily, contently. It’s the first time you’ve ever done this, and he’s considering letting you do it again. And now that he’s back in training, you’ll have the opportunity to do so. 

“I’ll miss you.”

Simon laughs at this. “Only be a few hours, B.”

“You know, I can’t believe you used to be bald.” Backtracking to your last topic, you just can’t seem to get it out of your head. 

“Not bald,” He almost sounds offended. “Had some hair. Like the sides of Johnny’s head.” 

“Oh,”

“You done yet?”

Snapping back playfully as his impatience, you respond with, “Why? Don’t like me touching your face?” 

At this, Simon’s eyes flutter open, hands fully wrapping around your legs as he leans in. “Love when you touch me.”

And he really does mean it. Before you, physical touch was something that alarmed him, his field had trained him for that. Physical action, by his nature, was aggressive to him. But that’s been morphed by your presence, changed into something… softer. He’s still learning, but he’s relaxed enough to lean into your touch, instead of flinching away from it. Simon knows your every advance is kind, inviting. 

Before you, life was different. So fucking different. He slept alone and he liked it that way, had no one to talk to but himself in his own head. The routines he kept were strict and helped him to excel both mentally and physically. Sleep came rare for him but he managed to get used to it, operating regularly on four to five hours of sleep. Genuinely, Simon never wished for touch, never yearned to be held or embraced. Intimacy didn’t interest him, he liked life alone. But, perplexing as it was, you seemed to disturb all of that. Simon had seen pretty women before, had experienced physical interaction in a way that was full of desire rather than aggression. But not once in his life had he yearned for another’s touch in the way he so desperately yearns for you. 

“I know.” The moment becomes quiet, but Simon’s hands continue to linger. He’s closer to your face now, eyes dipping down to your mouth, and the heavy breath he releases makes you grin.“I’m done.”

Gaze lifting, Simon looks further behind you in the mirror, giving your thigh a happy slap. “Couldn’t have done it better myself.” 

With that, he’s turning to walk back into his room. And like a lost puppy, you follow him, still struck dumb with love for Ghost. Hopping off the counter, you prance forward, watching him reach for that infamous mask. Running a hand through those longer locks, Simon then tugs on the covering. 

“Hm…”

“Giddy, are we?” He teases, listening to your excited hum from further behind.

“Haven’t seen you like this in so long…”

“Yeah…” Turning, he allows you to see him in all his glory.

It’s a hotter day, so he’s opted for a black, sleeveless tank top, one that shows off his arms way too fucking much. His balaclava fits just as well as it always has, like it’s been his missing piece. And as much as you’ve loved seeing Simon’s face, you have to admit that you’ve missed the mask. Not to say he isn’t handome as the fucking devil, it’s just that the mask is, well… it’s him. “Feels good.” 

Watching Simon heal has been a journey, but you’ve been more than patient. After all, it wasn’t just lust that fuelled your affection for him. But seeing him like this again… his black face paint, the mask, wearing his training clothes and standing tall, standing proud; it made you feel excited. 

Stepping closer to him, your smirk grows wide, eyes raking over Ghost’s towering form. Having his arms be so openly displayed is making you feel things, every muscle outlined and defined, those black and white tattoos crawling up his forearm. And in less than an hour, he’ll be putting those muscles to work, each tendon moving and flexing while he trains. It’s his first time returning to the field since his injury and to say the least, you were thrilled. But no one was happier about it than him. 

“You look so fucking good in this…” Running your fingers down his front, you keep your playful grin. But Simon isn’t having any of it, not when he has work. 

One thick finger finds its way beneath your chin, pulling your attention up to him. “Where will you be when I get back?”

At this, your brows raise. Bold of him to assume he’ll have any energy left after his first day back. Nevertheless, you’ll be here for him.

“Would you believe me if I said my room?”

A small, rumbly purr emanates from his chest before he responds with, “No.”

It’s assumed that you’ll be here, cuddled up in his bed for a good nap. It’s what you always did when he was gone, and you weren’t working. And since today’s training session fell on a Friday afternoon, you were off the clock, and allowed to do whatever you liked. Even if that meant sleeping in your ‘superior’s’ bedroom. But it’s not like you’d ever get caught sleeping in here during the week, anyway. Flipping bunks was no longer a thing when you got to Ghost’s rank. No one went through his personal area or belongings, which worked greatly to your benefit. It allowed you to, for one, nap in his space. But it also permitted you to keep your own things here, as well. A couple changes of clothes, some toiletries. His private bathroom is quite the luxury. The new space had been gifted to him once he was checked out of your infirmary, requested specifically by his captain. Price wanted to make sure he had everything he needed in order to heal, to clean any bandages left over and tend to his injuries in private. And Ghost couldn’t have been more ecstatic. Privacy might as well be Simon’s middle name. 

A quick lift of his mask and he’s kissing you goodbye, full lips pressing firmly to your own. And as soon as he’s gone, you’re tossing your clothes to the floor. Simon’s bed was your absolute favorite place to nap, and whenever you slept, you often did so in your underclothes. Even without Simon here, it still comforted you to be surrounded by his things, his scent. Snuggling into his pillow, you’re met with the aroma of him, a blend of freshness that left hints of a woodsy, citrusy base. Ghost always kept his sheets clean, smelling of only his body wash and cologne. Lately, it was rare that you didn’t sleep here. Your room was bigger and nicer, being that it was toward the medicinal side of the building. But it made things easier on Ghost in the mornings if he left from his own room, and you weren’t one to complain. 

With a sigh, you snuggle in, thoughts swirling with images of him. Jesus, he looked so good in that outfit. Back in his mask, that confident stance and stride taking over his physique. Seeing him at his full height made you feel so small, wanting for nothing more than to be wrapped up in his arms. So strong and bulky, toned and veiny… maybe he should’ve gotten ready a little earlier in the day. It would’ve given you more time to admire him.

Seeing Ghost looking like Ghost again made you feel so hot and flustered. You can remember the first time you saw him like that, dressed in full gear with his hardened mask. It intimidated you, maybe even frightened you a bit. And you liked that, still do, in fact. You wanted him to make you feel tiny, almost insignificant, like he could do whatever he wanted and you’d thank him for the privilege of being on the receiving end. Which isn’t far off from the truth. 

Laying in his bed doesn’t help your growing fantasies, your body begging for some type of touch. In the darkness of his room, you give in to yourself, slipping a hand beneath the covers to feel your own skin. Each time you do this, you attempt to replicate Simon’s touch, the way he cups your chest, thick thumbs stroking across your nipples. He’ll run the back of his knuckles down your belly, fingertips gliding over your clothed cunt. If you’re sweet about it, he doesn’t tease, not usually. He’ll slip beneath the fabric or just pull it off altogether, petting at your naked lips before sinking his first digit entirely in. 

But it’s not the same. 

What you want right now, after seeing Simon’s firmly built physique, is him. His strength, his dominance. The way he used to throw you around, shove you face-first into the mattress while making you take it from behind. He hasn’t handled you like that in so long, not since before his injury. But with him back in the field… maybe he finally has the strength to do that again.

Before you’re even aware of your actions, you’re standing, pulling on one of Simon’s long-sleeve shirts and tugging some sweatpants up your legs. The shoes by his door slip easily onto your feet, quickly pattering down the hallway. The base is fairly empty; now that it’s after five, everyone that didn’t live on the grounds has gone home. That left you, 141, and a flurry of new recruits. 

Trying to be discreet, you walk into the field house as quiet as a mouse, glancing around to see who’s inside. To your dismay, the gym is empty, but your attention is quickly directed outside. 

“Back around!”

Price’s voice is booming and raspy as he conducts the newest platoon, the group visible through one of the gym’s wide windows. From where you’re at, you can only see the captain and four new men, which obviously isn’t good enough for you. Where is Simon?

Inching closer, you stay out of the direct line of sight, peering through the glass and into the yard. John is very clearly visible, standing with one hand on his hip while the other points at the group. He waves his hand slightly, directing the boys to another area for weight training. And then you see Johnny over by the shooting range, instructing his own group. Out of the corner of your eye, you can also see Gaz, getting some supplies ready for their next hike. And throughout all the movement, you finally spot him. The tallest man, sticking out like a sore thumb from not only his stature but that goddamn mask. 

“Down and out.” Price then says, turning to introduce a new group.

The platoon he just directed towards Simon salutes the Lieutenant as they approach the weighted section, the sight making your brows raise ever so slightly. Standing with both hands on his hips, Ghost nods, facing them straight-on. 

“Your second hike of the day will be after these reps, but that doesn’t mean they’ll be easy.” Ghost informs them, British accent deep and rough. 

The way these men follow his next few orders couldn’t be more impressive. They watch as Ghost demonstrates, adjusting weights to the bars as necessary. He then helps spot the first few men that volunteer, eyeing their form and correcting where necessary. When they’re well on their way with the reps he’s assigned them, Ghost steps off to the side, grabbing a bottle of water. The sun has very clearly worn a thin layer of sweat over him, his skin glistening with it. It makes you gulp, watching the way he swallows the water down, the way his chest heaves with a large and refreshing breath. 

Every time a recruit has a question or a comment, it’s directed toward their Lieutenant. Already, they look to him for guidance, relying on his experience and expertise. Fuck, all you want to do is drop to your knees for him. And you nearly do when they begin sparring. 

“You lot have done the least to impress me.” Ghost announces, very clearly aggravated. “You’ll make up the hike later this evening. For now, you’re gonna show me how you’ve earned a place here, and why you deserve to keep it.” 

“What the fuck haven’t we done?” One of the kids then says, shouting above the rest of the group.

Instantly, Ghost’s head whips around in his direction, eyes wide and already fuming. Your own eyes grow in size at the recruit’s comment, watching the Lieutenant stomp in his direction. 

“Sorry?” He says gruffly, “Did I hear some lousy fuckin’ comment?”

“We’ve done just as much as everyone else here.” He continues, voice slightly lower this time. 

“Yeah… you’re first up.” Ghost then decides, jerking his head. 

“Wh… What?”

“You’re sparring with me.” He says simply, walking over to the center mat. “Let’s go.” 

“I don’t, I didn’t…”

“Get your ass on this mat or I’ll be sending it home.” Ghost booms in front of the group, voice dangerously intense. 

The pure volume coming from the Lieutenant forces a jolt through the Private, body jumping slightly as he moves his feet toward the mat. Standing across from Ghost, he readies himself, showing a somewhat convincing fighting stance. He does have the proper training, after all. Cracking his neck, Simon then does the same, adjusting his footing before releasing a long, aggravated breath. 

“Let’s get this over with.” He goads, beckoning the Private forward with a simple wave of his hand. 

Gathering his courage, the kid takes a swing, shifting quickly once Ghost dodges it. He stays standing for a good thirty seconds, side-stepping a few of his Lieutenant's advances. Ghost doesn’t let him stand for long, though. Landing a blow to his ribs, Simon’s entire arm is shoved forward, outstretched and flexing as he does it. With his other hand, he then uppercuts the Private, landing him on his ass. 

The pure strength Simon’s body holds continues to astound you, and he’s done far more in his career than this little match. You’ve seen him kill men, maim them with both weapons and his own bare hands. The same hands he’s using now, covered in those boney gloves and Christ you just want them wrapped around your fucking neck.

“That fucking easy?” Ghost scoffs, circling him. “Pack your fucking shit.” 

“Sir, I -”

Simon didn’t like backtalk or insubordination, you knew this from… personal experience. So, you know that any further stuttering from the Private’s end will only cause more trouble. 

“Get outta my sight.” He says easily, walking off toward - oh, shit, you. 

Before you can duck away, Simon’s steely gaze is set directly onto your pretty, shocked face. His brows raise, head tilting with interest. Embarrassment floods your features, a shy smile crawling across your lips as you back away. He eyes you up and down through the window, taking note of the shirt you’re wearing - his. And when he lands back on your gaze, he gives you a sultry little wink that has you swooning. 

Bending down slightly, Simon grabs a water bottle from the cooler beside Price, who thankfully hasn’t noticed you. Briefly, they exchange pleasantries, with Simon speaking for a moment longer before nodding at you. It flashes fear across your face, immediately turning to shove your back against the wall and away from the window. And before you have a chance to look out again, the gym’s side door is opening.

“Bones.” Simon says quietly, though his voice echoes throughout the large and empty room. 

In the dark corner, you curl in on yourself, biting away your smile as he approaches. Calmly, he walks over to you, setting his water on the windowsill as he passes it. 

“Thought you were gonna be in my room?” He rumbles, staring down at you. 

“I was… but I got, I don’t know… lonely?” Yeah, that’s a good word for it.

Again, he raises a brow at you, tilting his head in a way that makes you feel warm between your legs. “You were watching me.” Ghost states rather than inquires. 

“Mhm,” Nodding, you admit it quite easily. There’s nothing to hide from him. 

Reaching out, Simon gently pinches the fabric on your shoulder. “And wearing my shirt around base.”

The silence that then ensues forces your breaths to new heights, watching as Simon intrudes into your space. He’s towering over you, features clouded slightly by the darkness in the room. His own breaths waft into the air between the two of you, that dominant hand lingering on your shoulder before sliding down your outer arm. And even though he can’t feel it through the fabric, his touch leaves goosebumps in its wake. 

“What did you see?” His voice is barely above a whisper, fingers tapping beneath your chin.

“You with the, um, the recruits.”

“That all?”

“Saw you spar with them, that one.” 

“Mm…” Nodding once, he sighs, both of those broad hands now lifting to your face. Cupping your jaw, he fully lifts your gaze, tilting your head back until you’re looking directly up at him. “You liked that.” Again, stating, not asking. 

It’s almost like you can’t even breathe, looking up at this menacing mountain of a man, so strong he could snap your neck as easily as he blinks. He’s crowding you back against the corner, the darkness encasing his every advance, his every move, allowing only you to experience it. 

“Yes.” Wafting out of your mouth as a shaky breath, Simon chuckles lowly at this. 

“Missed my mask, did you?”

“Missed everything about you.” 

And now, it’s his turn to feel breathless. Seeing you so openly vulnerable and wanting, so overtly admiring him, it falters his resolve. It makes him question things, his abilities, his restraint. You, a woman of power and authority, of physical and mental prowess, crumbling to your feet for him. For him.

“I’ve got an hour left,” Simon tells you, thumb sweeping across your cute cheeks. “Where will I find you?”

“In your room.” Your response is instant, eyes unwavering as they stare up into his. And he likes that, likes when you so eagerly hold eye contact. 

“Good.” Watching Ghost be so aggressive toward his men only to turn around and praise you has your brain short circuiting and your nerve endings burning. “Now…” Leaning in, Ghost presses his masked mouth to your cheek. “Go lay back down in my bed… with only this on.” Dropping one hand, his fingers pinch the fabric of his long sleeve again. “That’s how I wanna find you.”

And you’re in no position to disobey him. 

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“Oh… Christ.”

Barely an hour later, you found yourself on your knees between his spread legs, swallowing his entire length. He’s sitting in the chair at his desk, the lights dim in his room while he watches you do this. Relaxing after a long day’s work, he lays back, arms on either rest with his pelvis shifted forward a bit. He ended up pulling his pants and boxers off completely when you sunk down to the floor for him, allowing him to spread his legs as wide as he liked. And he liked it wide. 

“Goddammit, love…” 

He’s raking his fingers through the hair at the top of your head, his own head tilted to the side as he watches with interest. His mask is still on, only the edge pulled up over his mouth so his heavy breaths can waft into the air. Steadily, you bob back and forth, doing all of the work yourself with your tongue sliding along the vein on the underside of his shaft. It makes your entire body shiver, your eyes closed as you enjoy him, his taste and musk. 

“You do it so well.” Gentle praise has fallen from his lips since the moment you got your mouth on him; he knew what it did to you. “Liked seeing me that way, did you?” Simon teases, a grin pulling at his lips. 

“Mhm,” There’s no point in denying it, he caught you red-handed. 

“Tell me,” He then demands, fingers curling into your hair to yank you off of him. It stings your scalp, mouth releasing him with a wet pop as you gasp before him. “Tell me again.”

“I loved it,” You’re completely submissive for him right now and you couldn’t be any happier about it. Panting, you breathe out heavily, “I love seeing you that way, so fucking strong, baby…” Your hands run down his naked thighs, feeling the built muscle beneath his skin. “Dominant.” 

“Mm…” Simon hums low, the sound guttural yet content. He stares into your eyes, witnessing your look of innocent, pure devotion. 

“I l-love it.” You continue on in the brief silence, wanting to please him. “I… I love you a-anyway, even when you’re injured, but I…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ghost almost barks out, cutting off your babbling. “I get it, you like me better like this. And that’s okay, sweetheart.”

Looking up at him, you release a little breath. He finishes with, “I like me better like this. Now get your fucking mouth back on it.”

Your eyes are trained on him, on the way his fist wraps around the girth of it. Guiding you back down, he holds his slick shaft up for you, feeding it into your mouth. He’s red, veins visibly pulsing beneath his sensitive skin. His length is hot as it enters your mouth, the bulb of his dick popping past your lips. 

“Fucking drooling all over me, love.” With both hands on your head, he lifts you up and down, guiding your actions. “Making a mess of yourself.”

He’s right, it’s dripping down his entire length, cool saliva sliding down the curve of his balls. The sound of it radiates throughout the room, your gentle gags occurring every now and then. But you don't pull back, you’re better than that. 

When Simon’s hand leaves, you lift yourself off of him, taking a breath before licking fervently at his leaking tip. Precum oozes from the slit, your tongue poking into it. Turning your head, you suck along the side of him, tongue rolling over the veins leading down to his base. 

“So eager for it…” 

Another little piece to this erotic scene was your nakedness. You’re entirely bare for him, following his order of presenting yourself in nothing but his long sleeve. And when he came back from training, he practically tore it off. After seeing him like that in the yard, you wanted nothing more than to sink down to your knees and swallow him. Suck his cock like it was your only purpose in life, like on your knees was the only place you needed to be. 

A deep chuckle then drags out of his throat, recalling the memory himself. “Can’t believe that scene made you wanna blow me. Maybe I should push the new recruits around a little more often.”

“Mhm,” Nodding, your eyes flutter shut, the pulse between your legs becoming overwhelming. Staring up at him while he rests in your mouth makes you tingle, eyeing the tattoos crawling up his glorious neck. 

“Liked it that much… huh?” Christ, you love it - that ridiculously deep and rich accent. 

“I fucking loved it.” Comes your breathy response, moving further down his pelvis. “Fucking love your body, Ghost. The way you act…”

“Oh…” He suddenly breathes out, watching you mouth at his balls while stroking him in hand. “Say it.” That gruff voice commands, dominant hand lowering to squeeze the base of his shaft. “Say it to me.”

As of late, Simon has been saying the phrase more and more often, and has been yearning to hear you say it, too. It’s opened a door inside his mind, one that prompts his realization of your utter obsession with him. To say the least, it’s gotten to his head. 

“I love you.”

Lifting your gaze to his makes him groan, the view he has is utterly impeccable. The most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, on her knees with her face shoved against his bare crotch. Her tiny hand stroking his cock while her smooth lips slide over his balls, sucking and licking the soft skin. 

“That’s a good girl.” Ghost immediately purrs, lips lifting into a sweet, sinister grin. This entire situation has that cocky attitude returning, the one you missed far too fucking much. 

His jaw clenches when your mouth returns to his head, sucking it in. Your heartbeat is off the rails, pounding against your ribs as you take him in. When you flick your tongue over him, you get a small taste of his precum, gently squeezing his head and watching as more flows out. When you do it again, his brows furrow, watching your tongue slide slowly over his warm flesh. 

“God dammit…” He grumbles, watching you go down on him. Before you, it’d been years since he’d last gotten a blowjob. Not only did your mouth help quench his thirst, it gave him the best highs of his entire life. 

Running the wet muscle of your tongue underneath his shaft forces a shiver to shoot through his spine. The tip of your tongue flicks over the two thick veins curling around him, along with his frenulum when you go back to his tip. And then you’re sucking on him, mouth engulfing the head and very quickly more of him. 

“Shit.” Ghost hisses, jaw dropping when you take him in all over again. “Tha - That’s it, princess. Show me how much you want me.”

Slobber drools down his length, sloppy moans slipping from your lips along with it. Taking him into your throat makes him shiver, legs shaking briefly on either side of your head. With his free hand he reaches out, cupping your jaw when you lift yourself from him. The touch has your heart leaping, gasping wetly while staring up at him. One thick thumb slides around to your lower lip, pressing on it. And he watches with amazement as you open your mouth for him, allowing his thumb to slide in. 

“You’re just what I like.” He expresses, his tone gravely and low. 

You practically vibrate with affection, closing your mouth to wrap your lips around his thumb. Sucking gently, you hold his gaze, something that drove him absolutely mad.

“Quite the fuckin’ treat.” Comes his smartass comment. Taking his thumb from your mouth and placing his hand on your head, he guides you back down. 

“I want it to be.” You coo, not agitated in the slightest. 

Going all the way down forces you to gag, your throat closing around his girth. A grunt forces its way through his chest then, feeling that river of saliva run down his crotch. 

“Fuckin’ hell.”

With the enormous amount of strength in his arms, he forces you down through your gagging fit, listening to you choke. You’re gurgling on your own spit, throat convulsing. Ghost’s biceps bulge as he uses their strength, little grunts slipping past his lips. And when he finally lets you up, you’re gasping and gulping and staring at him, now sitting up on your knees instead of leaning in.

For a moment, he stares at you, taking in your wrecked expression. Bending forward, Simon reaches for your face, his touch almost nonexistent, it’s so soft. Gently, he inquires, “Did you like that?”

Simon has never handled you so roughly before, but you can’t even begin to verbalize your pleased reaction. All you can manage is the nod of your head, and it’s enough for him to get the message. 

His expression then turns dark, his kindness fading into the night as he says, “Then come back over here so I can do it again.” 

But he’s already reaching for you, grabbing the hair at the crown of your head and forcing your mouth back onto him. You let him use you like this, use you for your mouth and throat because it’s everything you’ve ever wanted from him. He’s throbbing on your tongue from the feeling of it all, the wet heat of your mouth, the soft skin of your lips. Rolling his eyes back, he rests his head on the top of the chair, gaze quickly returning so he can stare at your pretty face while he fucks it. And this couldn’t be any more arousing for you - you can feel yourself dripping. 

“Jesus,” Gritting his teeth, he groans. “You’re gonna make me cum like this.” 

Your girlish moan vibrates through his pelvis, making his hips jump against your mouth. And when that happens, you choke again, listening to his delirious noises. Now, he’s thrusting his cock into your throat, your nose brushing against the lightly colored hair scattered around his base. 

“Stay down,” He commands, pressing down on the back of your head. “Stay just like that.” 

Pressing your hands to the tops of his thighs, you choke, trying your best to shove the reaction aside. Your fingers press into his firm flesh, nails scraping his skin. The way he holds you down makes your eyes roll back, his hips repeatedly grinding up against your face. 

“God yes,” Licking his lower lip, he stares down at you, the tendons in his forearms flexing. “Fuck me, I’m gonna cum.” Simon’s chest inhales a large breath as he then declares, “Gonna cum in your mouth, B.” 

“Mhm,” Is all you can do to respond, your mouth completely stuffed full of him.

“C-Christ, fuck.” Throwing his head back, Simon grunts, the sound shaky and loud. 

The violent throb of him in your throat is followed by the slick rush of his cum, thick and hot. It coats your mouth and tongue, leaking into the back of your throat. And he watches as you swallow it down, eagerly, chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath. 

Simon keeps you down, head lolling back as his lungs begin to relax. But while the rest of his body calms, he doesn’t. He’s still stiff in your mouth, still resting heavily on your tongue. Hand sliding down, he then cups your jaw, gently pushing you off. And even when you’re gone, he’s still hard, standing at full attention and resting on his covered, lower abdomen. The sight couldn't make you feel more excited; you were hoping he’d want more. 

“I want you.” It’s expressed through a dramatic sigh, still on your knees for him. And you’re hoping, truly praying, that he’ll take the lead this time. You’ve yet to have sex in any other position than you on top, since he’s still technically recovering. And while you love riding Simon, the dominance you saw back in the yard… you need that. 

“I know you do.” With heavy lids, he gazes down at you, nodding with a sigh. “I want you too, princess.” 

You’re precious to him, precious and pretty and dainty and his. His response prompts a quiet, needy whine from your throat, lips pouting slightly as you wait for his next move. And then, he’s lifting a lazy hand and beckoning you up to him with the curl of two fingers. Smile blooming prettily, you follow his command, leaning into his movement. Cupping your cheek, Simon brings you in for a kiss, hands dropping to your hips so he can urge you up and onto his lap. 

A low groan emanates from his chest as he leans into the sweet press of your lips, both hands falling to your ass when you climb on top of him. He palms at you, strong hands applying pressure with his fingers digging into your naked skin. More than usual, he focuses on your curves, his teeth biting at your lower lip when you wiggle back into his hands. The wetness your mouth left on his crotch smears across the space between your legs when you sit on him, grinding gently over his erection. 

“What do you think about me fucking you tonight?” He grumbles against your mouth, briefly baring his teeth at the mere thought of it. Ghost inhales a small hiss, working himself up all over again. 

“Yes,” Nodding fervently, your insides pulse with excitement. “Yes, please.” 

Wrapping your arms around the column of his neck, you bring yourself further in, mouthing sloppily at him. And Simon accepts this, entertains it, even. His tongue lays out, welcoming your own to slide across it. He can taste himself on your mouth, but he doesn’t really mind; he actually sort of likes it. 

“And what do you think about it being…” Sliding a hand down the crease between your cheeks, he uses the pad of his middle finger to rub lightly over your tightest hole, the one he’s yet to explore, to claim. “Here?”

He’s never suggested this before, and it catches you completely off guard. The two of you haven’t discussed this or alluded to it, you never even knew he liked that sort of thing. Simon can sense your brief hesitancy, and chuckles deeply.

“You ever had anyone fuck your ass before, sweetheart?” From your timid response, he assumes the answer will be no. He's hoping the answer will be no; he wants to be the first. 

And now, you grin. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” He snaps back, aggravated. His hands tighten their grip on your ass, growling out the word, “Who?”

Shrugging at his suddenly possessive nature, you giggle. “Past boyfriends.”

“Get up.” Ghost suddenly grunts, shoving you off of his lap. “Get on my fucking bed.” 

Stumbling backwards, you huff, shaking your head. But Ghost just grabs your arms when he stands, turning you around and shoving you over the side of his mattress. He’s then lifting his shirt and tossing it down on the sheets. 

“I wish you wouldn’t wear these.” He grumbles, shoving aside the bralette you had laying on the covers. 

Puffing out a laugh, you ask, “You want me to walk around base without a bra?” 

He shrugs, hands palming at your ass. “I’d like it.” 

“Yeah? I bet the boys would, too.”

Simon’s head snaps up at your comment, eyes staring daggers into the back of your head. His hands don’t stop moving, though. With a harsh tug that drags you further back toward his crotch, he bends over the arch of your spine. 

“You shut your mouth.” Comes that threatening tone, his dominant arm wrapping around your front to grab at your jaw. “You’re just for me.” 

“Is that right?” You grin, the curl of your lips visible from the side. 

“That’s right.” Turning your head in his grasp, he strains your neck, reaching for your lips with sloppy veneration. And while he does that, he drops a hand between your legs.  Thick fingers slide between your thin lips, feeling your wetness. “Oh…”

But then he’s retracting them all too quickly, both hands finding purchase on your hips. Removing his mouth from yours, Simon stands upright, urging you to shift forward on his bed. Lifting one knee at a time, you do, crawling forward over his covers. Instantly, he’s up on the mattress behind you, resting on his knees, too. Pulling you upright, he hugs your back to his chest, slotting his stiffness between your cheeks while burying his face into the slope of your neck. Smaller hands reach back to find Simon’s muscular thighs, while his own broad palms cup your breasts. 

It’s too easy for you to relax into his touch, his embrace. Ghost’s body is warm and firm against your own, allowing your muscles to loosen. And just as you’re starting to rest back against him, he begins to move, gently shifting his hips. 

“Baby…” Bare fingers flick across your nipples, causing your body to jolt and your moans to heighten. 

“Keep quiet, gorgeous.” He mumbles deeply, chest vibrating against your back while he licks the curve of your neck. 

“Simon, please.” Your hips buck backward against him, feeling his length grind into you from behind. The power and pure strength his body holds is impressive, intimidating, and you want him to use it to his advantage. 

“Mm…” Moaning against your skin, he releases a rough sigh over your throat, teeth nipping at the hinge of your jaw. “You want me?”

“Yes, baby.” Inhaling a tight breath, you nod, head falling back onto his shoulder. “But we, we’ll need lube.” It’s been ages since someone did this to you, and the fact that Simon so badly wants to has you reeling. 

“Who says I haven’t got it already?” 

The comment makes your forehead crease with curiosity. But before you can even question him, he’s reaching toward his nightstand. The top drawer has what he’s looking for, and as if he can sense your confusion, he says, “Had this for a while now.”

Glancing down, he pops it open, and you’re left to assume he’s covering his first finger in it. But when he drops a hand to your crease, you find that he’s wet two of them, the slippery digits now massaging your taut hole. 

“Why haven’t you…” Sucking in a tight breath of air, you feel Simon begin to slide his middle digit inside, only to the first knuckle. “Why haven’t you used it? Why haven’t you done this?” 

“Did you really think I was gonna let this happen during my recovery? Laying down on that goddamn bed?” He sounds offended, words spoken harshly against the shell of your ear. But his finger doesn’t stop moving, slowly retracting before diving deeper inside. 

“No,” Ghost shakes his head, lips brushing over your jaw. “Wasn’t gonna let it happen like that. Wanted it to be this way, just like this… your body against mine, at my mercy.” 

A sudden wince jolts its way through your body, the tiniest whimper slipping past your lips. He’s shoved his finger almost entirely inside, and you’re throbbing around the intrusion. 

“You alright, gorgeous?” He inquires after placing a sloppy kiss on your neck.

“Stings.” Comes your timid response, eyes pinching shut. 

“Yeah…” Simon starts, removing his finger before pouring more lube between your cheeks. “But you want it to hurt a little bit, don't you? Little bit of pain mixed with the pleasure…” Before the lube can drip onto his bed, he’s scooping it up with his fingers and prodding you open with both of them.

“Yes…” His words force a trail of ecstasy to bore its way through your very being, allowing you to welcome him in quite easily. “I want, want you. Want whatever the fuck you want to do.”

With your chest puffing out full breaths, Simon growls, mouthing at your shoulder before sinking his teeth in. 

“I’ll give it to you, babe. Just let me do this first.” His breaths have grown ragged and he’s not even inside you yet. “Gonna work you open, nice and proper.”

Quiet cries and shrill whines spill from your throat the more he continues, feeling your hot walls pulsing around his first digit, humming happily when you fully take it inside. And then there’s the second, stretching you wide, opening yourself for him. 

“Thought you’d done this before?” He teases, listening to your sounds. 

“It’s been a while.” You try to put as much sass as you can into your tone but it’s hard when your head is resting back against his shoulder and he’s got two fingers inside you. 

“Mm…” Quietly, he groans, eyes watching your facial expressions from the side. “Just look at you, B. Look at that face, oh, just look at that fucking face…”

It’d be difficult for him to admit, but he’s just as obsessed with you as you are him. If not more. Everything about you makes him mad in the goddamn head, twists everything he once believed in into confusing gibberish that you’ve replaced with love, love. Pure, unwavering love. 

“Walkin’ around this base with authority,” Ghost continues, feeling you swallow his digits whole. “Giving commands to everyone but only dropping to your knees for me.”

“Yes.” It’s an automatic expression because it’s true.

“You ready for me?”

“I wan-wanna try.” Sex with Simon made you feel excited and desired, but right now, you feel more vulnerable than ever. You’re relying on him to make this good for you, to treat you gently until you’re able to take it rough. And he’s happy doing that for you. 

Another pop of the cap, another wet stream of lubrication. Only, it’s for himself this time, not you. Behind your form you can hear the slick sounds of Simon pumping his shaft, squeezing it kindly while rubbing himself against you. 

“Christ… I want you.” 

Wrapping an arm around, you find the back of his head, still mostly covered by his mask. Holding him, you sigh, your head still resting back against his shoulder as you whine, “Please.”

With that simple plea, he’s positioning himself, the bulb of his dick rubbing and quickly popping past your rim. It forces the release of a muffled cry, biting the corner of your lip. But Simon doesn’t stop, just covers the entirety of your shoulder, neck, and cheek in kisses. He could be surprisingly gentle, when he wanted to be. 

“You can take it, B.” He coos into your ear, encouraging you. “Relax, babe. C’mon, relax against me. I’ve got you.” 

It couldn’t be more comforting, what he’s saying to you. Wrapping his left arm around your midsection, he places his right hand on your hip, keeping you steady against him. And when he’s halfway in, he takes a pause, feeling your breaths, the way your stomach and chest are moving beneath his arm. But then, he feels you give in, feels your muscles loosen. Your weight slowly falls back onto him, a blissful sigh releasing from your lungs. 

“There she is,” Simon praises, mouthing at your ear. “My good listener.” 

Slowly, Simon sits back on his haunches, pulling your hips back with him as he dives deeper inside. Your backslide slots perfectly into his pelvis, both of those strong arms now encircling your stomach. Helping you to relax further is the gentle sensation of his hand, sliding up your abdomen to cup your chest. Simon’s fingers play gently with your nipple, sighing out against the side of your face. 

“Oh… we’re almost there, love.”

You’re doing your best to breathe through it; this is such a different sensation than having him between your legs. And just as that thought hits you, one of those broad palms makes its way down to your most sensitive space. He’s using his left hand, completely clean and now moving to cup you. The moan the action elicits prompts him to continue, rubbing you kindly while pushing his hips forward. 

“Just like that.” When he’s finally fit himself inside, he groans, loud and guttural. Ghost’s hold on you becomes tight, hot breaths washing over your cheek. “C’mere.”

Grabbing your jaw, he turns your head, devouring your lips. “Strong girl.” 

Feeling him bottom out inside you is an entirely different level of ecstasy. And rubbing your clit only heightens the pleasure vibrating through your hips. 

“Don’t s-stop.” 

“You like that?”

“Ghost,” Groaning out, you take in a breath, rotating your hips back against him.

“Fuck me; you’re askin’ for it.”

“Yeah, I am.” 

In one smooth motion, he’s sliding a finger into your cunt, feeling the wetness dripping from it. Retracting it, he uses your slick to rub over your clit, rolling his hips and meeting your movements. 

“Like how it feels?” Simon huffs, biting down on his lip. Finally, finally, he pulls out, only about halfway before ramming back in. 

“Baby,”

“I’m not stopping now.” Ghost declares, thrusting into your tightest hole like he was made for it. “So fucking tight, B - Jesus.”

It makes you laugh, the shakiness to his voice. He’s worked himself up to this, claiming you in this way. And the quicker he moves, the better it feels, every ridge and vein rubbing against your inner walls. Using you as leverage, he wraps his arms around you once again, pulling you back to bounce on his lap. 

“Oh my fucking god,”

In a sense, he feels more vulnerable than usual, too. Shoving his face into the crook of your neck, he pants against you. The rapid movement causes the black fabric of his mask to slip up to his forehead, and with a quick shake of his head, it’s landing on the floor. Immediately, your fingers curl into his hair, slick from sweat and clinging to your digits. 

“I love you,” It’s a shaky whisper, this promise. “Love this.”

Every muscle in Simon’s chest and stomach is flexing against your back, his body’s impressive strength on full display. And he’s still rubbing you, still using his thick fingers to play with your clit.

“Yes, baby…” 

“You’re so fucking perfect, letting me do this to you…” The feeling of you squeezing him so hotly has his head spinning, your gorgeous body in his arms and all his for the taking. “And you know what? I love you, too, you fuckin’ little slag. I adore my perfect pet.”

“Simon, I n-need…”

“I know what you need,” He huffs out, bouncing his hips up against your ass and bottoming out with every thrust. 

It’s shocking to see that even his resolve is slipping, his fingers and hips stuttering in their movements already. Usually, Simon’s second round lasted longer than the first. But this? This is an entirely different situation. 

“You’re gonna cum for me?” You ask with a grin, turning your head to kiss his jaw.

“Not yet,” He insists, “Not until you finish, love.”

“It’s okay, baby. Wanna feel it…” You can tell he’s having trouble lasting, his hips shivering and his breaths wavering. “C’mon, baby. Cum for me, claim me.”

And that has him fucking spiraling. He’s not sure what to call it, a primal kink? Whatever it is, you’ve struck gold with it. 

Ghost’s spend blooms warmly inside you, hips pelvis slapping against your backside until his movements slow to gentle grinds. The weight of his body presses into you, his mouth open as he gasps. Deep, brown eyes force themselves shut, arms holding you impossibly tight as the pleasure wreaks havoc on his body. He mouths at your neck, sure to leave bruises and bitemarks by the morning. 

“Simon,” Something between a groan and a whine falls from your mouth, feeling him fill you in this way. 

“Baby,” And it’s the first time you’ve ever heard a genuine whimper from him. “You’re perfect, you’re perfect.”

“Sh…” Petting his head, you urge him to relax, to calm himself.

Something about this moment feels… fragile. He feels fragile. But in truth, everything about your relationship is forcing any and all emotion to his surface; his pale, firm, marred surface. He doesn’t deserve this, your unwavering devotion. Through his attitude, his injuries, your strange occupations, once you had a taste of him, you were hooked. You’ve never left him, never even come close to it. Thankful isn’t a good enough word for how he feels. 

“Pretty doll… you’re just what I want.”

“You have me.”

*

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“You gonna take that off?” With a smile, you trace the outline of his face black, still on from when you’d applied it for him.

“Later.” Simon mumbles, eyes closed.

Heavy arms drape over your body, holding you close. There were few forces in this world that could tear him away. 

“Sleepy?” You tease kindly, cupping his face. His face; out of everyone he could pick, he chose you to see his face. 

“You’re not?”

After Simon finished, he laid you down on his bed. His mouth roamed your neck, the curves of your chest and waist, all the way down until he found himself between your legs. He watched his cum drip from between your cheeks, scooping it up to push it back inside while he licked your pretty lips. It was rare that he left you without finishing, and this time was no exception. 

“I am,” Shrugging, you snuggle into his hold. It’s grown late now, the night taking hold and consuming the room in near blackness. “Can’t stop looking at you, though.”

He grins, mumbling, “Cheeky.”

“Handsome.” You return, kissing his nose.

Tomorrow happens to be one of his days off, allowing the two of you to sleep in. That’ll be a nice change, spending the day together instead of focusing on assignments and missions. Work has kept you both rather busy these past few weeks, and you’ve been missing him dearly. Even if you slept in his bed, going on throughout the day without so much as hearing from him hurt your heart. But for now, you’re reveling in this. 

Lazily, Simon reaches around, grabbing at your ass. Giving it a small slap, he sighs, smoothing his palm over the softness of it. The action makes you giggle, shaking your head. Insatiable man.

“Let me rest.” Ghost insists, feeling you trace the tattoos on his neck and chest.

“Can’t help it.”

“C’mon, now.” He’s trying his best to act all grumpy but can’t hide the grin pulling at his lips. Yanking you even closer to his body, he chuckles. Lifting a hand to the back of your head, Simon pulls you into his chest, kissing your hair as he says, “Sleep with me, love. Just sleep with me.” 

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SUMMER

Mitsuya thinks the girl working at a convenience store near his house is kind of cute.

Fluff, bad humor. Around 1k words

Mikey hits Mitsuya on the back and lets out an over exaggerated yawn. He tries not to push the shorter friend away from him as they walk towards the small convenience store that was owned by an elder man who treated every Toman member as if his own grandchild. They started going to that store when they just formed Toman since everything there was cheaper than in other stores and it was a great deal especially for young punks like them who did not have a lot of money.

“We need some good snacks.” Mikey whines. “I don’t want crackers anymore. They’re dry and disgusting.”

Draken pulls Mikey away from Mitsuya and raises a brow while looking at the president of Toman. “If you have some money to buy better snacks then please do so.”

“Actually, Shinichiro gave me some cash today. So we will be eating good, boys.”

Baji pushes the door open and confidently walks into the store with the other boys, yelling out the old mans name to say a hello, but instead they see a girl their age sit behind the cash register with pyjama pants and an oversized hoodie.

“Who are you?” Mikey points his finger at her. “And what did you do to the old man working here?!”

“You mean my grandfather?” You raise a brow as you look all of the boys up and down.

While working at a convenience store, you find yourself meeting a bunch of interesting people who come in and out of the store. Some of them are regulars, stopping by for their daily coffee or snack, while others are just passing through. As you scan their items and make small talk, learning about their lives and interests. Some people are extremely nice and some are a bunch of weirdos who you hope to never see again, like for example a man who comes over to the store after his shift. Which does not sound weird, but when you realise it’s a man in his sixties dressed up as a clown buying a bottle of whiskey and complaining to you about how kids are a bunch of pieces of shit who should not exist at all, it does raise some concern. Though you only see him on Saturdays around 6PM.

What you haven’t seen before though was a young boy pointing a finger at you and blaming you for making your tired grandfather disappear. You heard stories about these boys from your grandpa, but never actually saw them, because you did not want to spend your free time at a convenience store. But your money has been getting low and you wanted to buy some new clothes before summer ends, so you decided to work for your grandpa for the summer.

“Sorry about him.” A tall guy with a tattoo on his head bows down a bit and grabs his friend by his shoulder dragging him away. The other’s scatter around the store looking for something to buy for their movie night. As you scan all of them once again you notice the boy with purple hair and a light bulb shines above your head.

“You’re Mitsuya, right?” You ask and he quickly turns around with a smile, answering with a yes.

You grab a bag full of sweets and give it to him.

“Pops said to give it to you once I see you. He bakes them fresh every day. Said your sisters like them or something.”

You notice how his eyes light up and he grabs the bag from your hands with a “thank you” and a bow.

“Please thank your grandfather for me. My sisters do enjoy his pastries a lot.” His eyes caught your own and you realise that they’re a really pretty colour. One you haven’t seen on other’s before or even if you did, you did not pat any attention to it. But something about Mitsuya is different. In a good way.

That day the boys leave with bags of snacks and you find yourself thinking about the boy with purple hair.

———

A few days pass and Mitsuya comes back again. This time without his friends, but instead with two little girls hanging around his arms. He introduces them as his sisters and you find it extremely cute how close they are to their brother and how they do not want to leave his side at all. But what you don’t expect is one of them giving you a compliment while you were scanning their items.

“You’re really pretty.” Luna states and you almost drop the can of tomato soup.

“Oh, thank you.” A smile finds a way onto your face and your cheeks have a rosey colour to them now. Receiving compliments from elders, or young boys will never be the same as receiving compliments from kids. Elders lie through their teeth, while boys just want to get with you, girls give you compliments and then talk shit behind your back. But kids.. Kids are ruthless. They always spit the truth. “You and your sister are prettier though.” You wink at them and as Mitsuya looks at you smiling at his little sisters he realises that you are very pretty indeed. How your eyes started to shine after his sister gave you a compliment and how cute your crooked smile was.

After they leave Mitsuya thinks to himself that he needs to come there more often, even if he doesn’t have a lot of money in his pockets.

———

The third time he comes, he’s there alone. He only grabs a pack of gummy bears and a milk carton.

“That’s a weird combo.” You raise a brow and tilt your head to the side.

“Don’t say anything about it.” He sighs.

“You sure this is safe? You won’t be running to the toilet in like five minutes to shit your guts out?”

“You have a foul mouth.” Mitsuya starts to laugh. “The gummy bears are for Luna and Mana, while the milk is for my mom.”

“My bad.” You smirk. “Thought you were a weirdo for a second there.” And Mistuya laughs again.

As you look at him laugh, you start to realize that he's kind of cute, and you feel a flutter in your chest. As he leaves the store you find yourself waiting for him to come back again.

And Mitsuya makes sure he does just that. He just needs to make a plan how to get your number.

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[ddejavvu]

Hi! Would it be okay to request older brother’s best friend!Eddie for multiverse Monday?

i did this with harrington!reader even though steve and eddie weren't besties in the show - this is my canon and you'll read it and you'll like it >:( (reader is over 18).

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Growing up in the Harrington household meant no supervision and plenty of resources. Liquor cabinets left unlocked, and no one home to safeguard them. Cars aplenty, and no one to stop you from taking them out at 2am for a joyride. Backyard pool, and no one to police who you brought in with you.

Currently, it's none other than your brother's friend, Eddie Munson. The boy had come over to replenish Steve's weed stash, and spotted you over the back fence on his way out. Bikini on snug and water dripping between your tits you waved him over, feigning innocence when his jaw clenched at your dripping stature.

"Come swim with me!" You urge him, yanking at his thick belt, "It'll be fun, Eddie, have you ever been night swimming before?"

"Jesus," He hisses, swatting at your hands, "I can't get in with you, sweetheart."

"Why not?" You puff your face into a pitiful pout, "I called all my friends and no one wants to swim with me."

"I want to swim with you," He's desperate to wipe the anguish off of your face, shifting on his feet, "But I can't, honey."

"Why not?"

"I just can't," He stresses, an anxious glance thrown at your brother's window, "Listen, Steve likes me, yeah? But he won't if i start hanging out with you."

'It's just swimming," You scoff, "Come on! He's not even gonna see us."

You don't give him time to answer. You dash back into the water, creating a splash big enough that it soaks his jeans and dots his hair with splatters of water.

"Oh," You fake a pout, "You got wet! That's too bad. I think you should just get in now. It's not like you'll get more wet."

"Son of a-" Eddie stares ruefully down at the darkening fabric of his jeans, shooting you a glare that doesn't have half the firepower he wants it to, "Fine. You little minx," He scoffs, yanking at his cut up band tee, the arms cut off to make a tank, "If Steve beats my ass this is your fault."

"He won't," You roll your eyes, wet hand reaching for his own as he struggles with his sticky jeans, "Come on, Munson, we're wasting time!"

"I'm going as fast as I can!" He fights you off, swatting at your hand when you try urging him to go faster. He finally gets his pants off, sneakers balanced on a deck chair. He steps tentatively onto the first stair of the pool, hissing at the cold water.

"Five minutes," He promises, too vigilant about stepping carefully into the pool to notice you creeping up on him, "Then I'm outta here, 'cause I really can't afford another beating, and if-!" The end of his sentence is cut off by an indignant shout, your hand locking around his and yanking him into the depths of the water. He scrambles for purchase on the wall before his feet straighten, and he surfaces again spluttering and tugging wet hair out of his eyes.

"You," He seethes, fire in his eyes as he charges for you, "You are going to get me killed! I swear to god, if you don't stop-"

Instead of backing away you surge forwards, chest-to-chest with him as you stare defiantly up at him, a grin on your face.

"If I don't stop, what?"

"What do you mean what?"

"What are you gonna do if I don't stop?" You inquire incredulously, brows furrowing as your eyes narrow, "If you want me to stop, Munson, you're gonna have to make me."

Eddie's eyes flash and his jaw tightens impossibly further, eyes practically rolling to the back of his head as he tries composing himself. He bites his lower lip, throwing one last cautious glance at Steve's window, then grabs your hips.

"This is a terrible idea," He yanks you close, breath fanning over your face as his tattoos gather water on their surfaces, "He's not gonna be happy with you either."

"I'm not scared of my brother," You snicker, hands braced against his chest, "Are you?"

"Yes!" Eddie nods, but the feeling of your skin on his is too much for him to bear. He groans, only pulling you tighter, and you pretend to ignore the bulge in his briefs.

"One time." He clarifies, but you know you'll weasel into the situation again just to see him freak, "One. Time."

"One time!" You nod, and if you'd been any more impulsive you'd have crossed your fingers behind your back, "Just once, and then you'll never touch me again."

"Fucking-" Eddie seethes, pushing you against the concrete wall of the pool, "You are an enabler."

"I'm not enabling you," You deflect, but one hand slips from his chest to palm his bulge, tearing a gruff groan from his throat as he nearly buckles over, "Just walk away if you don't want this, Eddie."

"Shut the fuck up," He finally snaps, smashing his lips to yours, "You're insufferable."

"You're desperate," You squeeze his hard-on affectionately, and it twitches in your palm, "Just fuck me already."

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[severineofsalem]

My Good Papa

Pairing: Papa Emeritus IV / Fem!Reader

Summary: Popia gets annoyed and comes to you for comfort. It turns into something else. (I am terrible with summaries and titles. 🧍‍♀️)

Word Count: 1k

Warning(s): NSFW 18+, papa kink, blowjob, reader and Popia are both switchy, poorly translated Italian, not proof read.

AO3 Link

A/N: Well yeehaw. My first Ghost fic. Even in spirit form, Nihil is still a dick.

Thunderous knocking clashed against your dormitory door, startling you from your treatise. Before you are able to get out of your desk chair, the rustic door flies open, slamming shut after the person.

A frustrated Copia filled your view. His furrowed brows made his wrinkles more prominent. The look in his mismatched eyes made frustration seem like an understatement. He flopped face-first onto the full-sized bed that took up most of the room, grumbling blurry words in his mother language. “Well hello to you too.” At least he knocked.

“Cara mia, that cazzo di merda. He is really starting to-” Cutting off his own sentence, Copia sighed seethingly. The rage filling the once relaxing atmosphere was perturbing. “Copia…?” A mop of brown, salt-and-peppered hair rose from the bed. His gaze meeting yours, softening. “What is wrong?” You slowly made your way to him, easing onto the squeaky mattress beside his laying form. “That dickhead Nihil. Who knew the dead could be so annoying?” The higher up shook his head. “Well if it is Nihil we are talking about…What did he say this time?”

He perked onto his side to face you, bringing a gloved hand to twirl his hair. “The fucking same shit he always says. I am Papa now. He needs to accept it.” He continued rambling, but you didn’t pay attention. You couldn’t help it. The way he growled those infuriate toned words set something ablaze in you. His face matched his vocals. You took notice that he was wearing your favorite ripped and roughed up pants. They complimented the thickness of his thighs deliciously.

It wasn’t often Copia showed this side of himself. He usually came crumbling to you for comfort, comfort you gladly gave. There was just something more firm with this. Something domineering. You wanted to feed the fire that roused inside him. “Yes. You are Papa. My Papa.” You slide your hand against his arm. He caught on to the look in your eyes. A look he knew all too well. It took him by surprise, but he quickly stopped his eyebrows from shooting upward. What he couldn’t stop was the growing smirk.

“I am your Papa. I am a good papa, sì?” He leaned in close, the hand in his hair reaching its way to clasp your thigh. The ferocity that had captivated his mind dissolved into a different kind. “Yes. You are the best Papa.” There was no mistaking the sultry in your voice.

“If he is so good, doesn’t he deserve a reward, eh?” He barely said his last word before you smashed your lips together. The hand on your thigh grasped harder into your flesh, eliciting a muffled moan from your throat. The contrast of his now kneading hand with the roughness of the kiss made your knees weak.

You push yourself away from him, looking directly into his amorous orbs. Placing your palms against the front of his detailed vest, shoving him on to his back. The old mattress screeching with the movement. You both rushed to pull off his layers, ridding all of the upper half. Fuck, it was a sight to see. Skin sunken around the collarbone, the 666 tattoo that was inked above his standing nipple, the happy trail that led to where your intentions planned to be. The sight was completely mouth watering.

“Hmm, what exactly are you thinking, my dark sovereign? How do you want me?” You leaned down, nibbling along his chest and stomach. The action had him writhing and his breath hitching, hands holding onto you. Anticipation was buzzing like electricity through the air. “Oh I think you know, cara mia. Let’s put that mouth to, eh, use?” You landed a kiss on the center of his chest, fingers working on the tie of his pants. A bulge already tenting the crotch of the black material. You smiled to yourself, nuzzling it. “Merda.” A hand grabbing ahold of your hair, tugging.

You took no time pulling out the hardened member. Copia could barely keep up the act. He nearly bit off his lower lip trying not to whine. You licked a stripe against a jutting vein, wrapping your tongue around him. He threw his head back as you sucked the sensitive shaft. Precum melted against your taste buds. The grip on your hair tightened as you began to bob your head. The tip of his cock buried against the back of your throat as you lowered yourself as far as you could. Light brown pubes tickled your nose as you nearly choked. Mouth full, wet, and warm. It was dizzying. You closed your eyes, relishing the way he felt as you swallowed. A strangled groan tore from Copia.

“Let me fuck your throat, sister. Please?” You could tell by the way his hands shook that he was holding himself back from fucking your throat raw. The double tap on his thigh was all he needed. His other hand grabbed your jaw, thrusting into your face. Spurs of moans and curse words erupted from him. Tears pooled in your lower lash line as you looked up. The paint on his lips smeared, nose flared. “Such a good follower. Letting your- ahh! Your Papa use you. Fuuuck.”

Tears ran down your face, soaking his pants along with streams of saliva that escaped your mouth as he pounded into you. Your whines and moans only added to his pleasure. The way he relentlessly thrusted into your mouth had you pulsing. Your own pleasure sleeking your thighs under your habit. You sucked harsher around him. It was getting harder to breathe through your nose. Your jaw was beginning to hurt. You raked your fingers up his belly, digging into the plush abdomen. Goosebumps raised as Copia’s cock twitched.

You intentionally hummed around the throbbing member, causing Copia to yell out. “F-fuck. I’m cu-umming. Oh merda. Yes sister. Y-yes.” His body racked with waves of satisfaction, legs kicking around you. Loads of cum coated your throat, making it somehow more stuffed. You happily swallowed all he gave. As soon as he stopped shaking and the hands on you loosened, you let go with a pop, licking your lips and catching your breath. You crawled up to him, landing on his torso, showering his heated face with loving kisses. You met his gaze, seeing only adoration.

You gave him an innocent look, “Was I good Papa?” That adoration was quickly joined with a dark glint. “Sì, cara mia.” He paused, letting out a deep sigh. He grabbed your hips firmly. “Now, sister. Get on your hands and knees."

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[tlouslut]

TATTOOS PART 2

WARNINGS: smut!!! MINORS DNI!!!

WORDS: like 5K loll

Part one

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"Stop twitching Ellie." You scolded half heartedly. The red headed woman mumbled an apology. This was your third tattoo session with Ellie, you'd been living in Jackson for a couple months now. Once you were well enough, Ellie begged you to give her a tattoo. She said she didn't care what it was or where, she just admired your sleeve enough she wanted a piece of your art inked into her skin.

"When did you learn how to tattoo?" Ellie asked. You found the time passed and eased her focus on the pain better when you both spoke. You had hung out with Ellie and all her friends at the Tipsy Bison a couple times but mostly kept to yourself. The people here were warm and inviting.

"I think I was 11 or 12. I had been traveling with this super old woman, she had tattoos everywhere she could reach. She taught me how, purely so I could tattoo where she couldn't reach. She told me that if I looked mean enough, that maybe other people would leave me alone." You told her softly smiling as you remembered the woman. You travelled with her for a very long time, but once you completed her back piece, she died.

"That's insane." Ellie breathed. You hummed in response, you were adding to Ellie's forearm tattoo with the fern and the moth. You added twisting vines, a snake wrapping up her forearm, some flowers and some smaller moths so the piece was tied together. You wiped your brow, pulling back to look at Ellie's face.

"Who did this one?" You asked, tapping on the moth. Ellie shifted her seat uncomfortably.

"My ex girlfriend, Cat did it for me." Ellie sighed. You raised your brows at the sliver of information Ellie laid bare before you.

"I did a tattoo for, I wouldn't say an ex-girlfriend, but like ex-romantic partner. She loved it so much she threatened to kill me if I didn't complete an entire leg sleeve for her." You chuckled. You and a girl named Melissa up in Washington had hooked up a couple times and stayed up late talking. Only when she could sneak away from her patrol with the military group she stayed with inside Seattle was when you'd see her. You stayed around for a month or so before she threatened to kill you and you killed her instead.

        "Did you do it, the leg tattoo?" Ellie frowned. You tilted your head back and laughed a bit.

        "No. I don't take kindly to threats like that." You hummed before continuing the tattoo. You were currently working on another leaf pattern.

        "Why did you stay with that group for so long then." Ellie asked another question, you flicked your gaze up from the needle you were currently using to meet her intense gaze.

        "They offered me a chance at survival in exchange for something I love doing. Yes I hated them, but they weren't a threat I could take out on my own. With the girl I knew I could kill her and get away, but my hands were tied with them." You explained focusing on the veins of the plant forever inked into Ellie's skin. "What's with all the questions today Ellie?" It was your turn to ask her a question.

       "I guess, I'm curious about you." Ellie chewed on her lip nervously. "I've never met someone like you." You smiled to yourself, hoping the blush on your cheeks wasn't as bright as you thought it was.

        "I've never really done a tattoo that I liked. When I tattooed for that group all they wanted were like skulls and shit. I've always wanted to do a sleeve like this, its almost the sister to mine." You rambled. You flicked your gaze up to Ellie to see she had her eyes closed and was biting her lip. You would be lying if you didn't like she was beautiful, but you had only been here a short while and didn't know if she had a girlfriend or anything like that. Ellie was trying so hard not to twitch, you could see her concentration. You pulled the needle away, watching her open her eyes in confusion.

       "Why'd you stop?" Ellie pouted.

       "I thought you were gonna pass out you were trying so hard not to twitch." You grinned at her. "I think we're done for today." Ellie opened her mouth to protest but you already stood from your short stool, stretching your limbs as your joints popped.

"Hey, there's a party tonight. In the barn, I'm sure you've heard of it. But I was wondering if you were going tonight?" Ellie asked nervously, chewing on her lip as you cleaned and wrapped her arm. You looked up into those lovely green eyes. During the time you'd spent alone with her, so close you could feel the heat radiating from her skin, you had gotten close with the woman.

"I think I will, I wasn't but then you asked." You winked at her cheekily. Your smile widened at her flushed cheeks.

"Wear something pretty." Ellie teased, trying to fluster you obviously. You took the step so you and Ellie were sharing the same breaths.

"It's not about what I'll be wearing, but what's underneath. Hm?" You hummed, your voice was barely a whisper. You smiled slyly to yourself at her increased breathing.

"I would have to see about that for myself." Ellie whispered in your ear huskily, sending shivers down your spine. You flicked your gaze down to her lips, breaking the eye contact Ellie seemed to do the same. You opened your mouth to reply when someone knocked on the door to your house. They had an available home with an extra bedroom you had used for a tattoo room, so far Ellie had been your only client. Neither your or Ellie moved to answer the door, the knocking became more persistent. You huffed a laugh tracing your fingers absentmindedly down Ellie's non tattooed arm, from her inner elbow to her wrist.

"I suppose I should answer that." You rolled your eyes stepping away from Ellie, much to your heart's protest. The damn thing was about to beat out of your chest. When you opened the door, you weren't surprised to find Dina there.

"Hey (YN)! Is Ellie here still? I know she mentioned having a tattoo session with you today, I just need her help with something." Dina rambled, wringing her fingers nervously. The dark haired woman was stunning, her skin warm from the setting summer sun and her espresso eyes glittered with anxiety. At the end of every session with Ellie it was like she had a timer set, she would knock on your door to retrieve Ellie to 'help her with something'.

"Come in Dina." You smiled softly, stepping out of the doorway so she could pad into your home. Mostly empty except for now; you had a bed, a dining set, some chairs in your living room, and a smaller chair and table set up in the extra room for tattooing. You found Ellie sitting at your dining room table which ended up being your base of operations. You had a few sketchbooks you had found and filled scattered across the table along with loose sketches for Ellie's sleeve. The red haired woman was flipping through them, her mouth slightly open.

"It's rude to look through things that aren't yours." You teased from the doorway. Ellie flushed pink and shut the sketchbook she was looking through. Her mouth opened and closed as she stumbled for something to stay. Then she saw Dina behind you who waved shyly.

"Hey Dina." Ellie greeted, standing from the table. "Sorry (YN), I couldn't help myself. They are amazing." She said to you sheepishly.

"Hey Ellie, I was just swinging by to grab you to see if you could help set up some stuff." Dina smiled hopefully up at Ellie. You knew Dina was a huge flirt and usually got what she wanted, it made your heart falter as Ellie dragged her gaze from yours to hers.

"Sure." She huffed, turning her gaze back to

you, those emerald eyes were conflicting. "I'll see you tonight, right?" Ellie asked.

"Yeah." You said quietly, watching as Ellie lead Dina out of your home. Once you were alone you sprinted for the shower, after all Ellie did ask you to look nice. And you're not one to disappoint.

Ellie's p.o.v.

"Your tattoo looks nice." Dina commented as we walked towards the barn where the party would be held tonight.

"Thanks, I love it so far." I smiled at the delicate art inked into my stinging skin. I'd sit through hours of the sting of the needle if it meant I'd get to listen to (YN)'s stories.

"Hello? Earth to Ellie?" Dina laughed waving her hand in front of my face. I felt my face turn pink at being caught day dreaming about (YN).

"Sorry, I was just thinking." I fumbled out. I knew why Dina showed up at the end of every tattoo session, it was specifically because of what happened at the end of this one. Dina and I had liked each other on and off for years, we just never got the timing right. She knew that. If Dina hadn't showed up when she did, (YN) and I wouldn't be going to the party at all. The way she shivered when I whispered in her ear made my mind run wild.

"Got a date for the party tonight?" Dina asked, not so subtly. I bit back a frown, I should've asked (YN) to be my date.

"Not a date per say, but it's (YN)'s first party with us. I told her her I'd go with her." I explained simply. Trying to gloss over the tension that built in those few minutes, my mind wandering the the way her fingers trailed my arm.

"Oh." Dina seemed to deflate. She could tell, I mean even Joel could tell I liked her and maybe she liked me back from the way Dina sighed.

"She would totally be down to give you a tattoo, you know. Her art is amazing, I think something even you would enjoy." I smiled at her, Dina peaked at my arm. She examined the nature wrapping around my arm and made a face.

"I don't think I'm cut out for that if I'm honest." Dina sighed again. I bumped my shoulder into her playfully trying to get her to lighten up.

"Come on." I smiled as we approached the barn holding the door open for her.

The party was finally set up. Lights strung up everywhere, food and drinks displayed, and music playing through the speakers of a boom box Eugene had fixed up before he passed. People started to filter in through the doors, then I saw her. It felt like the world slowed down, I did tell her to wear something nice but fuck. She was wearing a dress. Where she found one I'll never know, but it came down to her knee, a slit going up the side to reveal her leg. Tiny daisies embroidered on the light fabric, a square neckline that dipped dangerously low with the spaghetti straps that held it up. She looked like Summer personified, from her dress to her brilliant smile. I made my way to (YN), gently taking her arm and leading her to the bar.

"I know I said wear something nice, you really knocked it out of the park." I breathed, ordering us a couple drinks. (YN)'s tinkling laughter filled the air around us.

"I thought I'd impress you. But remember what I said." She leaned in to whisper, her lips tracing the shell of my ear. "It's what's underneath that counts." My breathing hitched and my heart began to race.

"And what's underneath?" I inquired with equal quiet as we stared into each other's eyes, I swear I felt my soul leave my body when she replied.

"Nothing."

!!SMUT!!

Ellie's p.o.v.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. The air was thick with the tension between us, I almost dragged her out of the bar right now. (YN) simply stared at me innocently as she sipped at her beer.

     "Care for a dance?" She grinned mischievously at me. I didn't even get a chance to answer as she prowled onto the dance floor area, my feet had a goal of their own it seemed as they forced me to follow her. When (YN) turned and saw me following like a damn lost puppy her smile brightened, as if I could resist her. The way her skin glowed from the time she spent outside in the summer, her hair clean and shining in the light, and her eyes. Her eyes so full of light and promises.

     "You are so beautiful." I breathed once she took my left hand in hers and placed her other hand on my shoulder. Her cheeks flushed pink as I pulled her close to me, holding her waist with my hand that wasn't in her grip.

      I let her lead me in the quick paced dance through whatever 80s song was blasting, (YN) let me spin her around and then pull her back to me. Her eyes were filled such joy it almost made me forget what she had said earlier.

  "Nothing."

     "What are you thinking about?" (YN) asked as the song ended and flowed into a slower song we could just sway to. She was breathless, wild, brave, she did what she wanted purely because she wanted it.

     "You." I replied honestly. She huffed a laughed and leaned forward, resting her head on my shoulder.

      "You're a shameless flirt." (YN) breathed against my neck making me shiver, she twirled the hair at the base of my neck in her fingers. Tugging gently at it idly as she bit her lip and looked up at me through her lashes. It was like my brain couldn't catch up with my body as I pulled her close to me and kissed her. I could feel her grin into my lips as she kissed me back. I pulled away swiftly as I remembered where we were, I looked around, nobody was staring at us. Nobody was coming to yell-

      "What are you doing?! This is a family function." Seth shouted. Now people gawked at us. Seth was the owner of the bar that was supplying our drinks for this party.

      "What are you doing? Yelling at us at a 'family function'. Get back behind the bar where you can't ruin the night for anyone else." (YN) spat back at him, letting go of me to fling her finger in his face. The old man looked shocked at the outburst.

       "Great. Another loud mouthed dyke-" Seth didn't even finish that sentence before (YN) threw a perfect right hook. The crack of her fist against his jaw was like lightning. Seth stumbled back away from her. "You bitch." Seth snarled as he lunged towards her.

      "Let it go Seth." I warned stepping forward, gripping (YN)'s shaking hand and tugging her backwards a step.

       "Who do you think you are? You just got here. You ungrateful wretch, how-" Seth was cut off a second time by someone beating the shit out of him. Only this time it was Joel. I took the opportunity and pulled (YN) out of the bar, tugging her towards my house.

      Once we were inside (YN) did not move from the entryway. I reached out and held her injured fist.

      "Ellie... I just punched him." She whispered. I laced my fingers with hers and lifted her chin so she was staring into my eyes.

       "Yes. You did. Don't regret it, not for one second. He deserved that." I soothed, my eyes flicking to her lips as her breathing increased.

       "Kiss me, please." (YN) breathed. I didn't need further encouraging, I placed my hands on her hips and backed her against the front door that was clicked shut. I locked it, and finally kissed her.

She tasted like alcohol and it was like I could feel the electricity on her tongue. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my mouth that allowed her to take control. Her tongue swept through my mouth brushing against mine, I pressed closer to her, flattening her against the door. (YN) tangled her fingers in my hair pulling me closer I could almost hear her tinkling voice in my head. More more more.

I broke away to kiss down her jaw, down her neck. Marking her in a few places, her whines encouraged me further, I would bite gently on a soft spot making her go absolutely rigid against me, then plaster soft kiss over the spot. We both went still when someone knocked on my door. Urgently. I rested my forehead against hers, laughing lightly. She joined in, I was sure the person on the other side of the door could hear.

"Don't answer it please." (YN) begged.

"They know we're here, they probably could hear us through the door." I giggled quietly, the mischievous grin that spread across (YN)'s face I regretted saying that. Almost.

She pulled me in for another kiss. This one was hot and swift, tongues and the teeth, those damn hands of her wandered down my sides and then she brazenly cupped my breasts over the shirt forcing a moan to escape my throat. The knocking paused, and then continued. Louder this time.

"Did you like that?" (YN) breathed in my ear, making me shiver. I nodded. Not wanting to totally give in to her. She massaged my breasts and then when she could feel my nipples harden beneath my thin sports bra she pinched them.

"I said. Did you like that?" (YN) ordered, trailing her mouth down the side of my neck, one hands still working my tit and the other one groping my ass, pulling me closer to her. I couldn't form words around her sinuous hands, I moaned louder in response. The knocking stopped.

"I hope it wasn't Joel at the door." I said seriously, pulling away from her to place my hand around her throat. Not squeezing just resting there, (YN)'s breathing quickened. "Is this okay?" I inquired, scanning her beautiful face before me.

"Ellie if you don't fuck me im going to go insane." (YN) pleaded. I smirked at her, seeing the need in her face, in the way she rubbed her thighs together, in the way her hands were just itching to do touch me. I turned her around swiftly so her front was pressed against my door, I really hope whoever was on the other side was gone because the moan that escaped (YN)'s lips as I pressed my hips into her ass, was by far the most erotic and angelic sound I had ever heard.

"May I?" I asked messing with the zipper of her dress, she nodded eagerly.

"Yes." She pleaded as I ever so slowly unzipped the dress revealing spans of lovely skin of her bare back. I kissed every inch I unzipped down her spine. When that damned dress finally came loose and I slid the straps off her shoulders, watching as she stepped out of where it pooled at her ankles. She wasn't lying when she said she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

      "You are so beautiful." I sighed against her shoulder, ghosting my mouth against the newly exposed skin. I could hear (YN)'s words become ragged as I nipped at her shoulder blades. "I'm not going to fuck you against my front door though."

     The whine that left her lips made me grin, she turned around in my arms tangling her hands in my hair as she drank in my face.

      "If you're not going to fuck me against the door, where exactly are you going to fuck me?" She breathed as my fingers brushed the undersides of her breasts, trailing to her waist.

      "My bed." I purred in her ear, lifting her to wrap her legs around my waist. (YN) sealed her lips against mine, running her tongue along the seam of my mouth, I denied her the access so I could focus on getting to my bedroom.

       "You are far too clothed for my taste." (YN)'s lips brushed against the shell of my ear making me shiver. A sly grin spread across her face as she pressed her body against mine making a soft moan escape my throat. Finally we got to my bedroom, I slid her gently onto the mattress, her knees bent at the edge baring her dripping cunt to me.

       "You know, every time you tattooed me all I could think about was this moment. When I could finally taste every inch of your skin." I breathed, shedding my shirt quickly. My skin felt too hot under her lidded gaze. I started at her mouth, gasping into her lips as she brazenly cupped my breasts over my bra. (YN) made a frustrated noise before reaching around me and undoing my bra with one hand.

      I bit her lip in reprimand before moving away to toss my bra away from us, leaving marks and bites along her delicate throat. I could feel the vibrations of her moans against my lips, I allowed my hands to travel. Ghosting along her ribs, her hips, teasingly along her inner thighs.

      "Ellie please, fuck." (YN) begged. I never thought I'd hear such an angelic sound. Who was I to ignore her pleas? I allowed a single digit to enter her slick folds, the shuddering moan she let out was a symphony. I added another finger, working inside her curling up and as deep as I could. All I could do was watch (YN)'s face as her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched. One of her hand gripped my hair tightly, she inhaled sharply as I traced my thumb over her clit. I flicked the bundle of nerves every time I slammed my fingers into her, finding the sponge like spot along the top.

     "Right there, please Ellie let me cum." (YN) pleaded, her nails scraping against my scalp deliciously. As much I would have loved to finish her right there, I thought the sight would be better from a different view. I removed my fingers and a guttural sound escaped her lips, soon my fingers were replaced by my tongue. I moaned into her at the taste of her core. Better than I've ever imagined.

       I watched her face as I sucked on her clit harshly and then softly lapping at the delicate nub to make up for the slight pain. I reached up with one hand to massage her breasts, watching her face as I worked her clit with my tongue and then entered three fingers. I moved them quickly, having to stop paying attention to her tit in favor of holding her rolling hips still. A warning cry left her lips and I looked up just in time to see her head tip back and her eyes flutter shut as her release barreled through her.

      "Jesus fucking Christ." (YN) moaned trying to regain her breathing. I smiled and kissed her thighs, up her belly, in between her breast, up her throat, and finally her mouth again.

       "Nope just me." I grinned against her mouth, she huffed a laugh and stared up at me innocently. I could feel my heart soften at the sight of this beautiful woman beneath me.

       "You are too cheeky for your own good." (YN) grinned mischievously, lifting her leg to come between my own allowing delicious friction where I needed it most. (YN) took advantage of the distraction and flipped out position, keeping her leg between mine she allowed her thigh to press against my center. "You still have your pants on." (YN) hummed, disappointment lacing her tone as she pulled away. I lifted my hips to allow her to pull my jeans and my underwear off in one smooth motion. (YN) ran just the tip of her pointer finger up my slit, watching me as a whine escaped my mouth.

       "(YN)...fuck me." It was my turn to beg it seemed. The grin on the beautiful woman's face was enough to make me bite my lip to stop another gasping moan to find its way out of my throat. (YN) did not like this, she wrapped her hand around my throat squeezing lightly forcing the moan out of my mouth.

       "I want all of Jackson to hear you, fuck I want all of Wyoming to be able to hear you as I devour you." (YN) breathed against my collarbone, her fingers travelled down my arms, her nails scraping against the sides of my breasts as she made her way down my ribs and to my hips.

       "Please for the love of fu-" and before I could finish my complaint she dove two fingers into my folds, adjusting her position so she could suck and tease my nipple while keeping her focus on curling and ruining me with her fingers. I arched into her mouth allowing a long, breathy noise to fly from my mouth. I glanced down to find her watching me intently as her thumb began running circles around my clit. I gasped tipping my head back and fisting my hands in her hair, my hips lifting to meet her pace. She removed her fingers but kept the pressure on the pearl, only stopping to quickly replace her fingers with her face. Lifting one of my legs over her shoulders where (YN) knelt before me so she could have more access.

       "You taste like water after a drought in the desert." (YN) cooed up at me, the vibrations causing another breathy sigh to escape me. One swipe of her tongue threw me to the edge of the world, so when she began to be true to her promise of devouring me.  I wasn't sure if I would ever have sex with anyone again. Her tongue slipped inside of me, swirling as exploring as deep as (YN) could get. My back was going to snap at the rate for how much I've arched it into her touch. I could feel her hands snaking up the sheets, she laced her fingers with where my hand had been gripping the bedding. Her other hand held my hips still. Her mouth was like heaven, if the damn place existed.  I could feel the coil in my abdomen begin to tighten almost to the snapping point.

       "(YN), don't stop please fuck." I moaned. If anything my cries encouraged her more, her tongue working inside me and then my clit and then sweeping back inside me made me see stars.

       "Let go Ellie." (YN) hummed. I felt it barreling down my spine, I gripped her hand tightly, arching my hips into her mouth. A long plea escaped my throat as I slowly drifted down from the high. I could feel (YN) lay beside me on the bed, tracing circles along my rib cage.

       "I..I have never experienced anything like that." I breathed, looking at her stunning face to find her grinning proudly at me.

      "I hope we can do this again sometime, I'm not sure how I'll keep my hands off you during our tattoo session." (YN) giggled. I grinned back at her, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

      "I hope for my sake, that you don't." I winked.

It was the end of our tattoo session after we had sex. One look into her (EC) orbs and I knew no matter how hard Dina knocked at the door after this session there would be nobody to answer. But this time, nobody knocked. For a startled moment I realized it was Dina at my door last night.

My one brush of (YN)'s lips over mine had me forgetting all about it.

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou x reader #tlou x reader #tlou hbo #joel miller #dina tlou

[cardansriddle]

faded ink of the fated (part 2) - tom riddle

part 1

A/N: Apologies for the wait, but here is the second and last part for faded ink! it took a bit of a darker turn than I initially had planned but I think I'm satisfied with it. let me know what you think!

Warnings: None.

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"How do you know he is your soulmate if he does not have a tattoo?" Alice inquired as she sat behind you with crossed legs, brushing through your hair with slow, deliberate movements. "I mean, what if he is tricking you? How can you—"

"Alice." You warned her sternly and she immediately quietened. With a heavy sigh, you turned to face her and her hands fell from your hair. "I can just feel it—feel him. I have no doubts about it, and neither should you." You said with a pointed look.

She lowered her eyes shamefully and you felt a twinge of guilt. "I just worry about you. Do you not think it is bizarre? Ever since you guys determined you are soulmates, he has not left you alone. It would be sweet if he was not so...so possessive about it." She expressed her thoughts slowly. 

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "He is not being possessive."

She shook her head in reply, as if in disbelief at your obliviousness. "You are blinded by him." That was all she said before she stood up from her spot on the couch and moved towards the stairs leading up to the dormitories. "Goodnight."

And just like that, you were left there, sitting in front of the crackling fire as doubtful thoughts swarmed your head. 

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It was the next day when you first noticed it. 

Tom was surrounded by his friends as they talked lowly with each other. You thought of calling out to him or even walking towards him, but you stopped in your tracks when the one you recognised as Rosier slightly bowed his head to Tom and muttered something about seeing him at midnight before walking away.

Yes, Tom Riddle was the Head Boy and yes, he was respected by the student population of Hogwarts— but bowing? Surely you were not back in the Middle Ages for such formalities between friends. 

Yet you did not think too much on it. Perhaps the Slytherin purebloods had their own aristocratic and outdated customs. Instead you left the safety of the shadows and revealed yourself in the hallway. Tom instantly sensed your presence and turned to look at you. You smiled at him, and without breaking your stare he dismissed his friends with a flick of his hand. 

"That looked like a quite intense conversation." You stated with a teasing tone as you approached one another. "I hope I did not interrupt." 

He smirked smugly as your hands slid around his neck and you rose on your toes to place a small peck on his lips. "Believe me, darling, this is a much welcome interruption." He murmured against your lips before capturing them with his own once again. Youn felt yourself drown in his kiss, the feeling of his lips against yours so blissful, that you wondered if you would ever get enough of it.

His hands tightened around your waist as he deepened your kiss and you pulled his hair instinctively. He groaned at the feeling before pulling away to attach his mouth to your jaw, kissing his way down to your neck.

"Tom." You breathed out, unable to form coherent thoughts with his hands and lips on you. "We are...fuck—we are in public." You managed to splutter. 

Though he remained unfazed and continued marking up your neck. "Tom." You repeated once more. "I have to meet Adrian, I will be late."

You felt him freeze and his body became tense in a matter of seconds. He pulled away slowly to look at your face with a speculative gaze. "Adrian?" He repeated slowly and for a brief moment you could have sworn you saw his eyes flash red.

"Yes. We have rounds together tonight. You know I cannot avoid my Prefect duties." 

He hummed lowly before dropping his hands and taking a step back from you. Something had changed in Tom's demeanour from the moment you had uttered the other boy's name and his behaviour was starting to worry you.

"I will see you later then." He concluded with a tight smile and with that he turned on his heel and walked away without a single glance back. 

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"Hey!" A male voice sounded from behind you as you got out of your last class for the day, and a second later your name was called by the same voice once more. 

You turned around, trying to identify the caller amongst the crowd of students that seemed to be rushing to get out of the classroom. You saw Adrian pushing his way through the students, elbowing and nudging everyone out of his way before he finally reached you. 

"You okay there?" You asked him as soon as he stood before you, jittering in his place. 

"Me? Oh yeah, perfect. Uh— I wanted to tell you that I had to switch partners for tonight's rounds. I have a— uh— an important matter I need to attend to and well, I think Mary would be a better company for you anyway—"

You cut off his rambling with a hand. "Stop. Take a breath." 

He halted and per your instruction, he took a deep breath before finally calming down and stopping his nervous fidgeting. You watched as he looked anywhere but at you and suddenly it hit you. 

"Did Tom ask you to switch?" 

His eyes met yours in a panicked state, which was enough of an answer for you. 

"He did." You answered your own question. He was about to open his mouth to speak, and noticing the absolute horror on his face, you decided to assure him. "Do not worry. I will not tell him anything." 

His body slumped in relief and he gave you a smile. "Thank you." 

"Have a nice day, Adrian. I'll see you in class." You said and as you turned around to leave, he suddenly grabbed your wrist. He looked around before lowering his head to speak with a hushed voice.

"I would be cautious around him if I were you. You do not know the things he does behind closed doors." And with that, he nodded goodbye to you and left, but his words kept echoing in your head as you stood alone in the corridor again. 

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You stood outside the classroom with unease as you mentally debated if this was a good idea. 

You and Tom had built a bridge of trust and understanding ever since you found out you are each other's soulmates, and you knew doing this would ignite that bridge and burn it down to ashes. 

But you were exhausted. Exhausted of being told to not trust your soulmate and exhausted of everyone knowing something you did not. 

So with one last deep breath, you took out your wand and nonverbally cast the spell on the door that separated you from Tom and his friends. 

And then you heard everything.

"Will you ever tell her?" A voice that you recognised as Malfoy's question.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. Tell who?

"With all due respect, I do not advise you to tell her. She does not seem to share the same...values as us." Rosier chimed in and your scepticism grew. 

The room went quiet and for a split second, you worried that you had been discovered eavesdropping. But then Tom spoke and your breath caught in your throat.

"Just because she is my soulmate does not mean she has to know everything, Malfoy." 

You flinched. He was hiding something from you, something that even his friends, your friends, did not want you to know. You were quite close with both, Rosier and Malfoy and this felt like a betrayal. 

"My lord—" 

What the fuck did he just call him?

"—either way she is bound to feel it when you split your soul again. Your connection might disappear. It is why you do not have the tattoo in the first place. I do not mean to overstep but—"

"Then I suggest you shut your mouth, Avery." Tom threatened, his tone so deadly, you felt a shiver run down your spine. 

You took a step back from the door in utter bewilderment, your hand coming up to your mouth to muffle the sob that escaped your throat. Tom had split his soul. He had used magic so dark, that his entire being had been tainted and his soulmark had disappeared. And that was not even the worse part. 

What you could not grasp was that he was planning on doing it again. 

Knowing that he could lose you.

"Immortality demands sacrifices."

You could not listen to this anymore. You backed away from the room, tears slipping down your cheek without your will and all you could feel was the agonising pain that seemed to crush your heart into pieces. 

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You skipped breakfast the next morning, choosing to sleep your pain away. Alice—bless her soul— had figured something was wrong, and knowing you well enough to understand you needed space, she had not bothered you. She had kissed your head before leaving, announcing that she would inform the professors that you were sick.

Yet as the time for dinner passed and you still stayed in your bed, you knew she would come back to ask questions. And you prepared yourself as you heard thumps on the stairs, knowing she would come in any second. 

"Riddle, back off!" You heard Alice yell angrily. 

"Where is she?!" 

Your heartbeat fastened. 

Tom was here. 

You sat up in a panic. 

"I told you she does not want to see you right now! Leave her be—"

"Get out of my way before I make you." He threatened in a tone you had now grown to hate. 

"Riddle!" 

And then the door slammed open as Tom stormed in with a look of pure rage on his face. 

You clutched your wand under your sheets as your eyes landed on his dishevelled form. His hair was a mess, his tie was undone and hanging around his neck and you had never seen him so discomposed and your stomach twisted at the sight of him. 

When his eyes landed on you they immediately softened. 

He was about to open his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. 

"Leave." 

His body froze and he looked at me as if I had just asked him to Crucio himself. Your name left his lips in a broken whisper and you had to look away before you could crumble beneath his stare. 

"Just leave, Tom." You repeated, voice shaky and desperate. Yet despite your pleading, he did not budge. 

"Did someone do this to you? I will murder—"

"Stop." 

"Just tell me—"

"Why the fuck do you even care?!" You exclaimed angrily. "Since you do not even want a soulmate, seeing as you are splitting your soul and planning on breaking our connection indefinitely." You seethed with rage. "Merlin, were you ever going to tell me? Why would you string me along if you did not even want me?" 

He recoiled back at your venomous words in shock. His hand went up to push his messy hair back from his face in panic and he closed his eyes for a brief moment to collect himself. 

"How did you find out?"

You laughed bitterly at the question. "Of course. That is all you care about." 

He shook his head. "No. No. That is not what I—" He took a deep breath. "Yes, I have split my soul but that was before I found you."

"But you are planning on doing it again." You stated but he was quick to deny it. 

"No."

You resisted the urge to slap him. "How can you stand in front of me and lie to my face? I heard you!" 

"I lied. I lied to them. That is what my followers expected of me. But I do not plan on doing it again. Not if it means losing you. I promise." 

You hated him. You hated how he sounded so convincing and genuine and you hated the fact that all you desired was to run back into his embrace. But what you despised the most was how you could not hate him. No matter what. Your heart ached for him. And the pain was a burning reminder that he had imprinted himself into your soul. 

It infuriated you.

It fueled a storm in the pit of your stomach, tremors jolting through each nerve to consume you with wrath.

"Please." He whispered and as you gazed at his eyes all you could see was desperation. He uttered your name again and you shivered. He sounded raw and feral.

He slowly stepped over to you until you were mere inches apart and you did not have the will to push him away. You could not. "I love you." 

And your heart exploded. 

Your vision turned black as your head fell against his chest and you felt everything all at once. Your senses heightened as the searing pain engulfed your body, blazing through each nerve like fire and you struggled to breathe. 

You screamed, or at least you think you did but he hushed you and held you tighter against his chest.

"This was the only way I would not lose you." He told you as he continued to hold you. "Now a part of my soul will live in you, and yours will live in mine. No force in the world can break us apart."

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[ilykaveh]

— upon paying a visit to your local tattoo parlour, you leave more than satisfied.

❀ — content: sub fem reader, tattoo artist au, finger sucking, body writing, teasing, talk of toji being a bad dad.

"what can i do ya for, princess?"

though you rolled your eyes at the pet name, your stomach did a flip as the attractive, inky haired individual posed the question. instead of thinking up a clever retort, you merely shook his flirtatious smirk off and explained your ideas for the intricately detailed floral arrangement that you wished to have tattooed on your sternum.

"got any other tats, doll? it's gonna hurt, better make sure y'r prepared."

"yes," you mumbled weakly, finding yourself somewhat intimidated as toji stood up from his chair. his sheer size was frightening, and his black tank top that revealed his own heavily tattooed skin did nothing to soften the man's image.

"don't be nervous; i don't bite. follow me and we'll get ya set up. name's toji, by the way."

you trailed few steps behind him, eyes flickering between the dark lines adorning his skin. you could make out different sized depictions of koi fish and dragon scales, of pagodas and spider lilies. there was even some lettering in amongst the patterns — you assumed that they were the names of those important to him: "megumi" and "tsumiki".

he led you to a backroom and motioned for you to take a seat as he started to set up his station. toji pulled out a folder full of his premade sketches and, lo and behold, you fell in love at first sight. looking up to him with your wide and bright doe eyes, you explain precisely what you wanted as well as placement.

"i'm gonna need ya to take your shirt off, doll," toji instructed, "gotta look at where i'll be tattooin'."

heat rushed to your cheeks at the question, shrouding you with embarrassment. you knew that you'd have to get topless in order to get your desired tattoo, but you hadn't imagined that the artist would be so darn attractive. it took him looking away, busying himself with his inks before you could muster up the courage to slip your shirt over your head. it left you clad in your lacy pink bra that perfectly complimented your skin tone, or at least that's what toji thought. he had to maintain his professional composure, however, you were making it incredibly difficult.

"bra too, sweetheart," he requested, "i can give ya some pasties if ya want, but i gotta see that skin,"

you debated his offer, though ultimately declined — they wouldn't make a massive difference anyways. leaning forward in your chair as you reached around to unhook your bra, only to fumble with the clasp.

"need a hand there?" toji smirked, an empty offer masquerading as a sleazy joke. he hadn't anticipated for you to say yes.

you'd have his hands on you at some point, so why not allow him to help? toji's large hands made quick work of your bra, skillful fingers unhooking it. in an attempt to alleviate your nervousness, you tried to make small talk with the man - but what came out was certainly not what you intended.

"it looks like you're quite experienced at this," you stuttered as soon as the words left your lips, wishing to suck them back in. toji cocked a brow as he looked at you, wondering if you'd really just made a comment on how experienced with women you perceived him to be.

"i- i mean- your tattoos! not, umm, anything else!" you spluttered, mentally cursing at yourself.

"i've done my fair share." he chuckled, loving how flustered you already were. "tattoos and women, that is."

you truly couldn't decipher the seriousness behind his tone, even wondering if he was mocking you. "i, erm, i think i'll go. . ." you mumbled as you reached for your discarded shirt.

"come on now, sweetheart, i'm only messing with ya. it's all business here. . ." he gave you that look, as if sizing you up, before adding a barely audible "unless ya ask nicely." that was punctuated with a wink.

you allowed yourself to listen, getting yourself comfortable in the chair, and toji began preparing you as he did all of his clientele. the pair of you just made small talk for the time being, mostly him talking about his own tattoos and how he got into the business, including sharing that the names on his back were of his children. that line in particular made your heart drop, because of course a guy this attractive was already in a relationship.

"i bet both your kids think you're the coolest," you replied, shivering slightly as toji's calloused hands graze over your sensitive skin. "you know, having a tattoo artist for a dad."

"wouldn't know," he responded flatly. "both live with their mothers; i jus' see 'em every now and then. it's better that way, i guess — ain't go no asshole to fuck 'em up."

"oh," you really weren't expecting that revelation, let alone for him to be so open regarding such deeply personal details. "i'm sorry."

"'s fine, really."

the two of you sat in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. you internally reprimanded yourself for ruining the atmosphere, and toji was left to dwell in thoughts of what could have been if it had worked out with his past lovers. it wasn't until the man accidentally brushed his hand over your nipple that the uncomfortable silence that had descended finally ceased. and for the third time during this short appointment, you begged for a mystical black hole to appear and to swallow you whole.

you moaned as toji's thumb danced over your skin, albeit for a brief moment. he looked at you in both shock and awe, amazed at how pretty your whimper sounded — imagine what he could do if he was actively trying to pleasure you. his confidence once again grew evident due to the smirk plastered on his features, akin to cheshire cat leering at you whilst you hurried to gather your things and leave.

"what's the rush, princess? got a hot date to get to?"

you didn't have anything to say, simply staring at the flooring as your face heated up in embarrassment.

"c'mon, i see the way ya look at me. you ain't foolin' no one, darlin'. now how about ya sit yourself back down and i can give ya a little bit more than a tattoo?"

he'd read you like an open book, even having picked up on the pet names that made your knees buckle most.

"if it's any consolation, sweetheart, i think y'r the prettiest thing that's ever walked into this shop."

and with that, toji inched towards you. his large hand cupped your cheek, caressing your soft skin. he gave you ample opportunities to push him away or to withdraw yourself, but you failed to make even the slightest indication of resistance as he moved to plant his lips on your own. you would have expected a man of his genre to be harsh and bitter, yet every little shift of each muscle was laced with a sincerity and gentleness that you hadn't felt before. kissing him back with a certain fervour, you could feel the corners of his lips turn upwards and the scarred skin around his lips graze over your own.

toji’s hands found your tits, eagerly groping at your chest whilst paying extra close attention to your sensitive nipples. he took a moment to move his mouth downwards, trailing a line of sloppy kisses towards your stiff bud. you couldn’t hold back your whines as the man took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around and suckling lightly. instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, working to pull him closer to you. there was an evident bulge in his tight jeans, and you brushing against it drove toji absolutely feral as he ravaged your body.

“fuck, princess,” he growled against your skin, his hand edging dangerously close to your waistband. your mind felt too hazy to conjure an adequate response, resorting to bucking your hips against toji’s hand. although he understood, he wanted to hear you say it. “big girl words, darlin’,”

a group of strangled moans and barely coherent pleas fell from your lips, only for toji to shoot you a playful yet threatening glare. “please…” you mumbled, looking away in embarrassment once again. “wan’ you to touch me, toji,”

“atta girl.”

and with that, toji shuffled you out of the rest of your clothing, not halting until you were fully bare underneath him. the slight cower you had perfectly contrasted the anticipation and lust present in your blown pupils that practically shone under the studio’s lighting. you crossed your arms over your chest, not liking feeling so exposed. toji wasn’t a fan of this, however, for he quickly scooped up your wrists and pinned them above your head with a single hand. the other moved between your legs, assessing how wet you already were for him. his thumb caught your clit as it moved over your arousal, eliciting a drawn out cry of his name.

“you’re already drippin’, princess,”

you opened your lips to retort but failed to utter a single sound before toji slipped his thumb into your mouth, commanding you to suck it clean. you followed his orders perfectly, looking up at him with the most innocent, wide eyes that you could muster. once satisfied, you released the digit with a lewd “pop!”.

“shit, baby,”

without letting go of your wrists, toji used his free hand to shimmy down his jeans and boxers, revealing his heavy cock. it slapped against his stomach, standing tall and already leaking beads of pre. your eyes widened at the sight, wondering if the man actually planned on putting it in you.

as though he had sensed your concerns, toji positioned himself to rest his cock against your stomach, getting a view of just how deep he’d be inside of you. smirking once again, he couldn’t help himself from grabbing a marker from his tattoo station and drawing a line across your lower stomach, just above the tip of his cock.

“ready f’me, hon?” he asked, waiting for you to nod your head before he sunk his cock deep into your cunt. it was a stretch at first, with toji going as slowly as possible so as not to hurt you. strings of curses filled the room, accompanied with the squelch of the man working his way into your cunt. his free hand sought out your swollen clit, alternating between massaging delicate circles and swiping side to side in order to see what you liked best.

by the time that toji had finally bottomed out inside of you, tears were brimming along your lash line. he stayed still for a moment, allowing you to better adjust to having his fat cock buried inside of you.

"you know, darlin'," he began to muse, "you'd look real fuckin' cute with a tattoo here."

toji picked up his marker once again, and sketched a small rose on the left side of your stomach. each stroke of his pen was done with precision and care; in that moment he was truly an artist painting his blank canvas. it took him a few minutes until he was done, asking you what you thought of it.

"can always get ya something a little more slutty if ya want," he added before doodling on your inner thigh, and a set of butterflies soon appeared on your skin. at this point, you'd been cockwarming him for a while and were ready for him to fuck your brains out. this resulted in feeble attempts to buck your hips against toji.

"stop fuckin' moving, sweetheart. i'll ruin that pretty little cunt of yours in a sec, yeah? just gimme five more minutes."

that five turned to ten, and ten to twenty. your entire body ached for an orgasm, and couldn't take toji's teasing any longer. at this point, he'd sketched a good few tattoos on your thighs, and was currently working on his pride and joy for you: a filthy womb tattoo, with intricate spirals linked to a heart in the centre. with a few final swishes of his pen, toji left you with his name written inside of the heart.

as soon as you heard the clatter of him putting down the pen, your pussy clenched in anticipation. toji did consider asking you to beg for it, but you looked so fucking cute covered in his markings that he couldn't hold himself back for a moment longer. he slid all of the way out of your cunt and pushed all of the way back in, beginning with a slower pace. if it wasn't for his grip on your wrists, you would be dragging your nails down his muscular back.

toji's balls slapped against the fat of your ass as he sped up a little bit, brushing over the sweet spot that made your back arch. "fuck, darlin', if ya keep squeezin' me like that, i ain't gonna last,"

even with such little effort, toji had you falling apart underneath him. you admired the flexing of his biceps as he used his grip on your wrists as leverage to fuck into you, beads of sweat running down them. because of how long he’d already been in you, both of you had heightened sensitivities and your respective orgasms were already on the horizon.

you’d been reduced to inaudible begs of “more”, unable to find the strength for anything else. you came with a cry, gushing all over toji’s cock. your cunt pulsed around him, sucking him in as though she was craving his cum. it took every ounce of self control for toji not to fill your pussy with his seed, as he instead opted for pulling out of you. although your babbles shifted to complaints at the loss of contact, the man released onto your lower stomach with a few languid pumps of his cock, defiling your pretty self with his thick, ivory ropes.

he held you still for a moment before placing a kiss to your chest and putting himself back into his jeans: if it wasn’t for the sweat that stuck his raven hairs to his forehead, passers by wouldn’t have expected that anything else was up. meanwhile, you were left lying on his seat, covered in both his sketches and cum, completely nude - you’d even left a wet spot between your legs. toji worked to clean you up, quietly reassuring you that you were okay and praising you for having done such a good job for him. knowing that he couldn’t consciously tattoo you now, he offered to drive you home to make sure that you were safe. it was a simple gesture, the gravity of it only becoming clear upon realising exactly how out of character this was for him.

toji had taken a liking to you, and the phone number that he’d left scrawled on your thigh showed as much.

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