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sweetlyskz · 4 months

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Emerald Gem||Chapter Five

Chapter one|Chapter two|Chapter three|Chapter four|Chapter five|Chapter six|Chapter seven|Chapter eight||Chapter nine|Chapter ten (finale!)|

Pairing: Hybrid!OT7 x fem!reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one the talk to but the pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stable upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut, fluff

Word count: 1.7k

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"How much longer do we have to keep walking?"

The group was extremely sick and exhausted, walking miles and miles along the forest. When Jimin had no more energy left, the youngest carried him on his back. The pack leader was fearful of the government coming to find them, so during the day they walked nonstop. And when the sun would finally rest, they would rest in the nearest cave or by the tallest tree.

"Until we make it to some water", Joon claimed, ears perked to listen for the closest stream. "I can hear it. We're almost there."

"We wouldn't have had to run, y'know..." Jimin was absentmindedly whispering his thoughts, delirious from lack of sleep.

"I miss her", Tae whined. "And I miss the food, and the comfy bed, and the little chickens..."

Namjoon ignored their complaints, keeping the same pace. He was just as sick and tired as they were, but his love for his pack kept him strong. Now matter how much they tried to convince him to stay, it didn't work. But they couldn't blame him- Namjoon has been burned before.

And he wasn't gonna let it happen again.

Justin didn't like taking the bus. The older kids always made fun of him. Plus, his school was only a couple of minutes away from home if he took the shortcut. So everyday afterschool he would hop the fence behind the school and take left and right turns through the alleyways to get home.

Until one day where he met a little wolf hybrid. Justin had stumbled upon the little guy next to a dumpster in the alley. He was frail and weak looking. His short was torn, his pants were jagged, and the soles of his feet were black.

"Hey little guy", Justin whispered, slowly walking up to the wolf as to not startle him. However it did quite the opposite.

"Please!" He screamed. "I'll go but please don't hurt me!"

With that, Justin backed away. "I'm not gonna hurt you- promise!" The hybrid stood on his feet with haste, getting ready to make a fast exit.

But Justin didn't wanna let him go.

"Are you lost? Do you need some help?" That's when he realized Justin wasn't coming for him- he probably didn't even know who he was.

"N-no. Im f-fine", he whispered, making his way to the kind human who offered to help him. "Just please don't tell anyone I'm here-please." He got down on his knees and pleaded.

"I won't, I swear. But, you can't stay here. Whoever you're hiding from will find you as easily as I did."

The hybrid thought for a second, pondering over his next moves. He's probably been on the run his whole life. His street smarts are probably beyond compare. At least, that's what Justin thought.

"I have nowhere to go..." He whispered. "My family... they're dead. They're all dead- and I'm alone."

It was like looking in a mirror. Justin had found someone just like him. Parentless, scared, afraid. He had a feeling he could help. "You can come stay with me for a while", he offered.

And just like that- he found himself stepping into Justins small apartment. It was cramped, but it's all Justin could afford so he made it work. They lived together for month before Justin finally asked what his name was.

"Namjoon", he replied. "My name is Kim Namjoon, and I'm wanted for murder."

***

Some of the food in your fridge had spoiled. Just to prevent from wasting you walked miles away to the nearest neighbor and gave them all of your leftovers. It been a couple weeks since the guys had left, and you were feeling lost-empty. You knew who they were. You knew what people called him. You knew they were wanted by the government, but it didn't stop you from taking them in.

And even though they hadn't stayed long, it was hard to imagine what life was like without them- especially when you had already imagined a life with them.

When it was time to rest your head, you would walk by their rooms and whisper goodnight. But even though no one was there, the ghost of them always replied back, "goodnight, sweet dreams."

Every now and then you swear you hear laughing downstairs, the sound of Hoseok rolling around in the grassy field, or even the sound of Taehyung flipping the page of a good book. Every now and then, while making dinner, you feel a presence creep up behind you asking "Can I just have one bite? How will I know if it's good if I don't try it?" Jungkook loved to sneak bits of supper before it was ready.

The feeling made you queasy, and it brought tears to your eyes. It made you anxious, so you watched the new every night in hopes that they hadn't been caught. Because, even though they didn't want to stay with you, you sure as hell weren't going to let the researchers have them.

You had already made that mistake once before.

Your birthday party was absolutely amazing! Your friends were there, all of your family came. Even the gifts were memorable. However, something was missing. Your nine year old self couldn't put your finger on it, but something seemed off about that day. It felt as though you were at someone else's birthday party, like the party wasn't for you.

If wasn't until you got older that you realized that it was true- it wasn't technically your birthday party. It was your birthday- that part it true. However, the party was your father's. It was your father's friends, it was their children. They were never your friends. No one would even notice if you weren't there.

So you left.

By your house was a lake, a peaceful lake where all you could hear was the wind blowing through the trees. That's where you snuck off to that night. That's where you met Mina. She was a wolf- the most beautiful wolf you might ever have seen (the only wolf at that time). Her fur was pure white with specks of gray, and her eyes shimmered in the moonlight. One might've been afraid of her, but you certainly were not. She could tell.

"You come here often, Don't you?" The wolf could speak. For some reason, that didn't scare you either. "From the trees, I notice you come hear to wipe your tears. What's bothering you?"

"I'm alone", you whispered, audibly enough for her to hear. "I don't think I'm supposed to exist. All the signs point against it." You laid in the grass, picking piece to fiddle with. Telling your secrets to a total stranger wasn't the best option. But for you, it was the only option.

"Don't speak such words", she scolded. "Close your eyes. I wanna show you a secret."

You obeyed, shutting your eyes as tight as you could. Out of nowhere, great winds blew and the ground shook.

"Now, open."

She was gone. She vanished, right in front of you. The wolf had vanished, and what replaced it was even more beautiful. Her hair was silver. Her eyes were green. She clothed her self in leaves- fitted like a dress.

"Happy birthday, pup", she smiled. Your eyes began to shed tears. She was the first person to wish you happy birthday- Not even your parents did so.

"T-thank you", you sniffled. "I'm Y/n." She patted your head, the same way your mother once did. It was comforting. Here she was, a total stranger, and she's given you more attention than your mother has in a long time. It entranced you, to the point of laying your head on her

"I know", She sighed. "The nights not going so well, is it?"

You nodded. "When does it ever? I'm nine and feel like I'm an adult- so much I haven't done with so much responsibility."

Daciana was her name, a quite beautiful name. You told her all your fears and she held you close. She comforted you when no one else would.

You will never forgive yourself for what happened to her...

***

The cave was cold, almost icy. Jin wanted to light a fire but Joon was strongly against it. "That'll make us an easy target", he scolded.

Jimin laid flat on his back, having no neck or back support. He thought of you. What are you doing right now? What may you be wearing? He dreamed of the dinner you might be cooking.

Does she even care that we're gone?

Jungkook was trying his best to keep Hobi's fever down, but it continued to rise. Taehyung was in excruciating pain. Yoongi was absolutely delirious and Joon could hardly breathe, choosing the solid ground as the best place to rest.

"Joon, we can't go on like this", Jin begged. It hurt him to see his pack in so much pain. It hurt even more to know the cause of it was his pack alpha.

He heaved, trying to get back on his two feet with no avail. "What else can we do? The minute we think we're safe, we'll will be taken. You know this! Where can we possibly go?"

"Back home", Jimin mumbled, using the last bits of his energy. "I wanna go back home, to Y/n."

"Me too", Kook whispered just audible enough to hear. The rest of the pack agreed, sharing their sentiments- everyone except Namjoon. While everyone whined and groaned, he laughed exasperatedly.

"Are you guys serious? She would've turned us over to the authors the minute she found out who we really are! How many times do I have to tell you this? You cannot trust humans."

Jin was fed up. He was sick, exhausted, and lonely. And he was done following orders.

"What do you think you're doing?" The pack watched Jin as he put Jimin on his back, heading towards the entrance of the cave.

"We're going home, Joon..." Jimin struggled to keep his eyes open, but a smile was plastered on his face. It was hard to miss his excitement, even if it was a little hard for him to express. "Anyone who wants to come can come, but I'm tired of living in fear."

He continued, pointing towards his alpha. "Let me know when you're done too. You know where to find us."

And with that, the six pack member left the dark and empty cave, leaving Namjoon alone with his thoughts.

What am I gonna do now? He thought.

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spidernuggets · 2 months

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Hi hope you’re having a good/night can you do a Jason Todd x detective fem reader. She meets Jason , but she meets him when he’s red hood at a crime scene.

Jason Todd x FemDetective!Reader

"So you're the guy that's making my paperwork pile up higher than the Empire State Building."

"Christ, another one?" One of your coworkers said as the limp, dead body was zipped up into a body, and evidence collected and put away.

You shrug a shoulder, writing down in your notepad a list of suspects and witnesses involved in this new murder, which was also linked to other recent killings.

"Adam Matthews." You state the victim's name.

"Drug dealer?" Your coworker asks, looking at the substance that Matthews had on his person being bagged for evidence.

"Mm. He was a cook for a drug dealer who tested on homeless kids or orphans. But Matthews was also known for being an accessory for other murders, kidnappings, and was guilty for sexual assaults," you state, sighing, putting your notebook away.

Your coworker fell shocked. "How the fuck is he not locked up?!" He yells.

"Links with richies," you scoff. "Well, he's dead now. His long, overdue debt it now paid." You always believed these kinds of people never deserved a second chance. All the previous murder victims were similar to Adam Matthews. So, others may call you crazy, but you were thankful for this anonymous killer going out of their way, killing scumbags like Matthews.

"I'm going to scout around the area, Parks," you told your coworker as he nodded and went to discuss with the other officers around the area.

You shone your flashlight around the narrow alleys, searching for any clues or evidence you could use to help solve the crime and catch the murderer. Or in your eyes an anti-hero.

Just as you were about to turn around and return to the scene, you heard grunts and strings of profanity coming from behind one of the dumpsters.

Your hand hovered over your gun in your hip holster, walking towards the sounds.

You swiftly turned to see the source, hand on the handle of the gun, and saw a certain, outlawed vigilante leaning on the dumpster, holding his arm, his body stained with blood.

His helmet lay in between his legs, his domino mask remaining on his face.

"What the fu- Red Hood??" You exclaim.

"You mind?" He groans, holding his hand out, trying to avoid the flash shining in his eyes.

"Shit, sorry," you reoly, turning it off and placing it on your utility belt. Your head tilted to the side, seeing that Red Hood was struggling to wrap his arm up. "It's loose," you say, referring to the bandage- or rag that he was tying around his bicep.

"Wow, really? Didn't- fuck- didn't notice," he says, cursing once more when the bandage fell down.

You roll your eyes, crouching beside his and taking the bandage from his, unwrapping his arm and rewrapping it tighter as it should be.

"So you're the guy that's making my paperwork pile up higher than the Empire State Building." You mutter, tying the bandage to stay in place.

"Sorry, little cop lady. Just doing my job." He hisses.

"It's little detrctice lady to you. And I'd appreciate it if you made your little killing sprees a little more discreet. Eventually, the actual cops are gonna catch your ass," you snicker, getting up.

"As if I let them." He bites back.

"L/n. Where are you?" Parks says through your walkie. "Did you find anything?"

Red Hood gets up, putting his helmet back on, looking down at you, waiting for your response.

You click on the button to reply. "No. Nothing here. Coming back now."

The white glowing eyes pierce through yours as Red Hood chuckles. "Hiding a criminal? Haven't taken a look through the law book in a while, but isn't that illegal?" You couldn't see it, but Red Hood grinned, amised at this new encounter.

You shrugged. "I'm only doing this because I know I can't stop you, even if I wanted to. Besides. If these ass rat criminals kept scurrying around, the papaerwork would be much more than you're making." You smirk.

He laughs. "So you're saying you don't want to stop me?" He crosses his arms.

"Have a good night, Mr. Hood." You bid him goodbye, walking back to the crime scene.

"And to you too, little detective lady," he says, quietly hoping to run into again after he puts lead into the head of his next target.

"Jeez, I thought you died or something. You were gone for a while, are you sure you didn't find anything?" Parks quickly asks you.

You quickly wipe away the blood on your palms from Red Hood's wound onto your black jeans. "Save the interrogation for the suspects, Parks. Nothing there but dead rats and graffiti."

You walk off, almost missing the shine of a red helmet running off on the roof of a building in the distance as you smirk to yourself, also secretly hoping Red Hood would cause another casualty to meet him again.

Parks was about to walk off, too, almost missing the tiniest splotch of red on your white shirt as he raised an eyebrow.

I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE IT SO SHORT!!!

I didn't want to leave this ask in my inbox for too long and forget about it 😭😭

BUTTTT if you or anyone else wants!!! I can make a part 2 where Reader and Red Hood begin a constant meetup after every death Red Hood causes (only to those criminals who deserve it, obvi). And Parks becomes suspicious of Reader and threatens her or that Reader's job is put on the line!!!!

I was going to add this idea in, but I'm really bad at making long fics cuz I always wanna get it over and done with and I'm so impatient 😭

HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT ANYWAYS 🙏🙏

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kingtomura · 2 months

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vitality | 1

Summary: You were always told heroes and villains had no place in your home. Not when there’s an increase in crime, not when there’s monsters on the loose in Hosu and certainly not when the man in your home raises a hand to you. All it takes is one impulsive decision to change your life forever. content: shigaraki tomura x female reader, slow burn, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, reader has a quirk, graphic depictions of violence, past abuse, past sa, angst, pstd, eventual smut, found family LoV, mdni wc: 3.1k | chapter 2 | m. list | read on ao3

It’s been raining all day.

The cold droplets make your cheeks feel numb as you run along the sidewalk. The sky is a murky gray and your lungs are burning in a desperate attempt to regain air in them. There is blood on your clothes and none of it belongs to you.

You don't know how long you’ve been at this but you know you cannot stop. There would be consequences if you stopped.

Your body would have to give out first.

You chance a glance behind you and see there is no chase, there are no sirens and no angry mob following you but your body keeps moving.

You decide to take a sharp right turn into an upcoming alley and use that moment to catch your breath. Your chest heaves as you desperately inhale. The rain has soaked you to the bone and you just know that you’ll have a stuffy nose in the morning. Adrenaline is what you assume is keeping you going at this point — with the rate of your heart beating you're sure it’ll beat right out of your chest and leave you here in this dingy alley alone.

Even through the patter of the rain you could hear the footsteps of multiple people shuffling your way.

You’re sure they’ve found you. Damn it, you shouldn’t have stopped.

You look around the alley and run to the grimy dumpster further down, hiding behind it and willing yourself to calm your breathing.

Closing your eyes, you place a cold hand over your own mouth, praying it will quiet your own ragged breaths.

“C’mon, guys, let's be reasonable.” It's the voice of a man and it is not familiar.

He seems to be stepping closer, slowly. You creep closer to the wall and hope the footsteps cease.

They do.

“Reasonable would be having your head for the shit you pulled on us, Giran.” A different voice, hostile. You're starting to think these people have nothing to do with you.

The guy, Giran, sounds weary, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m always good on my word.”

There’s another voice piping up now, denying his words, insisting that they were scammed. Between the rain and the men talking over each other it feels impossible to understand. You decide it's best to just wait this out, you’re sure they will finish soon and you can go back to figuring out your next move.

“Bullshit!” Someone yells and it startles you, pulling your attention back to the scene unfolding behind you.

The sound of a gunshot rings through the alley and you jolt in surprise, reflexively covering your ears as your heart stops in your chest. What the fuck was happening right now. Whatever Giran was going to say doesn’t make it far.

“Oh shit,” one voice panicks, “what the fuck did you do, dude!”

“You said we would get him back!”

“Not kill him, you fucking idiot!”

Your nerves are on fire as you hear the pair run off, leaving Giran groaning in pain and bloody.

You move fast, rushing from your place behind the dumpster to the wounded man. Giran was slumped against a wall, hand clutching his abdomen and breathing heavily. You don’t know what's compelling you to do this, so you blame it on the adrenaline still pumping through your veins. No one deserves to die here.

“Hey!” You yell out, an attempt to get his attention and keep him from slipping into unconsciousness. His brows lifted as his eyes met yours and you’re just glad this stranger is still breathing. “Let me help you.”

He only looks at you and you’re sure he’s fighting with all he has to hang on. You’re probably a sight to see yourself — clothes drenched in a mixture of blood and rain and eyes wild with panic.

You reach for his hand covering the bloody wound and he only presses tighter.

“Trust me.” You plead, meeting his eyes in desperation before trying again. Giran nods, moving his own hand and allowing you a chance to see the injury for yourself — blood was everywhere and given the rain you had no clear view. You shoot him a pointed look once more before going for his shirt, lifting it and exposing his stomach and bloody wound. You could work with this.

Your hands were freezing cold, but you willed yourself through it, bringing both to hover over his abdomen and focusing. Giran watched the soft green glow emit from your hands and wash over his wounded abdomen, his wound healing from the inside out. Raindrops drip from your hair and down your nose, yet you focus until the injury is gone, as if it had never been there in the first place.

Giran sighed, resting his head on the brick wall behind him, muscles relaxing and breath stabilizing.

“You’re a healer.” He speaks, voice hoarse and winded.

You nod, bringing your hands back and looking at the grovel below, “yeah, something like that.”

A silence falls over the both of you, the rain continuing to seep its cold into your bones. It's almost time to face your reality again. Time to get up and move.

“What are you doing out here, kid?'' Giran speaks again, voice gaining more clarity as he stabilizes from the events before.

What are you doing out here? Where even is here? You weren’t paying attention while you ran — there was only the urge to get away and get away as fast as you could.

“I...” you look down at your clothes clinging to your form and drooping lower than they should due to the onslaught of rain. Not even the rain could wash away the blood staining the cotton material. Whatever may have gotten on your face could be washed away, but you’re unsure. “I don’t know.” You finish, chancing a glance at Giran.

He looks to you before taking a moment to stand, finally gaining composure and taking a slow breath.

You follow suit, ready to go the other way, never see this man you saved again.

“I owe you one, kid,” Giran starts again, adjusting his glasses, and you begin to protest. He cuts you off, “Those crooks almost killed me. Really, at least let me get you someplace warm.” he insists and you stare for a moment, you were unsure of your next move anyway.

You nod, “alright.”

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Giran takes you to an underground bar. One where the lighting is low and there aren't many people around. You’ve never been to a bar before, but you’re sure this one had bad news written all over it.

Even so, you don't feel afraid. The bar had a bathroom where you could dry off better and there was even spare clothes in the lost and found. You were finally able to get the rain soaked clothes off and wipe away the red staining your face as well. It was miles better than what you had before.

Now you were sat across from Giran as he lit his cigarette, taking a drag and exhaling it to the side.

The harsh smell of nicotine flooded the area and you bit back the scrunch of your nose as you stuffed your face with chips from the bar. Once your adrenaline settled, the feeling of hunger was overwhelming.

“So,” you're midbite when Giran speaks, breaking the silence, “what were you doing out there, kid?”

You force your food down and ponder your answer. There was no reason you shouldn’t trust Giran right now, but—

The splatter of blood crosses your mind, accompanied by a memory of glass breaking that makes you shiver and you decide that no, you couldn’t share this.

“I…” you can’t meet his eyes, “I got lost.”

Giran taps the ashes from his cigarette and sucks his teeth. “Lost, huh?” He raises a brow, “where are you from, then? You were covered in blood, and not all of that belonged to me, so what’s your deal – are you some kind of hero?”

You vehemently shake your head, “no, no. I’m not a hero.” You anxiously pick at the loose sem in the sweater, “I’m nobody. Not anymore.”

“You’re a healer, people would kill for a quirk like that.” He takes another drag, blowing the smoke and pointing to you, “what is it you were running from?”

There were tears welling in your eyes and you wished this conversation could be over. The reality of the situation setting in. “I hurt someone. Bad.”

“Can’t be that bad since you can heal ‘em, right?”

You’re quiet. Flashes of what occurred hours ago flooding your memory. It feels so far away. So foggy. “No. No, I didn’t heal them.” Your fists tighten in your lap. “I hurt them and then I left. I ran away and now I’ll never go back.”

Giran looks you over for a bit before tapping the excess ash from his cigarette. “Well, since you need somewhere to go and you have a pretty sick quirk, I think I have the perfect place for you.”

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The dark corridors Giran leads you through feel endless and you can’t help but wonder if he’s leading you into a trap of some kind. You thought the bar before was shady, but wherever the hell he was taking you seems to be much worse.

There was no elaboration on where you were going, just an absent trust me and promises that you would be safe and taken care of here. Promises that no one would look for you or find you here. You sigh, out of options and desperate. He had no reason to lie to you, but it still gave you an uneasy feeling.

“This guy,” Giran’s voice catches your attention, “Can seem like kind of a brat, but he’s good on his word.”

It’s as if he could feel your restless thoughts and you only purse your lips, glancing at him and then back forward, noting a large metal door coming into view.

You can't fight the lump of dread in your stomach but you try to put on a brave face as the screech of the heavy metal door fills the corridor. It led to another bar — this one looking more… normal. Empty, quiet and even quaint.

The only occupants being a shadow-like figure of a man, dark cloudy whisps covering his face and hands and another, younger man dressed in all black and sporting what looked like a pale blue hand covering his face like a mask.

“Giran,” the man spoke, voice raspy and sharp. He couldn’t have been much older than you, maybe younger. “What have you brought us today?”

The man in question smiled, gold tooth glimmering in the low light of the bar. “Something special.”

You couldn’t see much of the man’s face beyond the hand, but you could see the glint of interest in his red eyes.

“Is that so…” he turns his attention to you, “what’s your name?”

His gaze gives you goosebumps and you turn to Giran, seeking some kind of reassurance, but the boy speaks again, “Don’t look at him. I’m the one talking to you.”

It shakes you, but you snap your attention back to him and tell him your name.

“And why are you here?”

You don’t know. You have no idea why Giran brought you here and you don’t even know who this guy is. How could you hope to answer that with no information?

Giran steps in before you can make a retort, “she’s here because I think you could get a lot of use out of her, Shigaraki.”

Shigaraki’s gaze never leaves yours. “Oh, yeah? What’s your quirk?”

You bite your lower lip, you didn’t expect this to be an interview of some kind. Shigaraki looks impatient, tapping a finger on the bar beside him. You swallow your nerves and speak, “My quirk is called Vitality – I can heal others and myself.”

“That’s a rare find, Giran, even for you.” Shigaraki crossed his arms, interest successfully piqued.

Giran huffs a laugh, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag. “Yeah, well, she kind of found me.”

You steal a look at Giran, the smoke leaving his lips as he speaks. Shigaraki doesn’t say anything, his silence seemingly urging Giran to continue. “This one here saved my life yesterday. Some hothead shot me and she rushed in and healed me. I’m good as new.”

Shigaraki scoffs, tone sardonic and cruel, “Wow, how heroic of you.”

It feels like you’ve made the wrong choice, like the idea of saving someone was foolish and wrong. You acted on instinct — no one deserved to die there.

“So, what’s your deal, then? The heroes would kill to have you on their side. Why are you here?”

“I don’t care about the heroes,” it’s the truth, you want nothing to do with their flashy shows of power and silly displays of heroism. “I couldn’t care less for it.”

You see Shigaraki’s eyes narrow through the fingers of the hand on his face. “So you’re one of Stain’s followers, then?”

Who? You didn’t keep up with that kind of stuff. You vaguely remember seeing the news articles about some crazed villain, but you have had your own villain to deal with. Nothing else mattered.

This was beginning to frustrate you. All the questions, all the prying — who cares about any of this stuff? You don’t even know where you are!

“I’m not familiar with him. I don’t care for any of it.” You couldn’t help but hear the question ring in your head again.

Why are you here?

“I don’t,” you start up again, voice catching in your throat. “I don’t have a home to go back to.”

The memory of glass breaking and blood splattering crosses your mind, running away in the rain clouds your thoughts, yet you continue, “I don't know what lies ahead for me, I don't have a future anymore. I just happened to stumble upon Giran.”

Shigaraki is quiet for a moment. You have to force yourself to refrain from squirming under his gaze.

“Show me.”

Your eyes snap to his, “What?”

“Show me your quirk.'' His voice is firm and unwavering. You’re looking at him to see if you could find any injury or even bruises but from your distance you cannot. It's not until Shigaraki pulls the already loose collar of his shirt down over his shoulder and you see it. There’s a large bandage on his shoulder and your steps falter a bit – not expecting him to expose so much skin so easily.

You swallow, uneasiness buzzing through your veins as you watch him remove the bandage and expose a gash on his shoulder. It looks recent, but you can't tell from this distance, so you move towards him.

The closer you get, the more you notice the finer details of the man. His ashen hair looks soft up close and his dark shirt does little to hide the lithe muscle underneath. It’s like walking into the cage of a wild tiger, sitting and waiting for its perfect moment to grab you.

He notices your hesitation and sucks his teeth, “I don’t have all day.”

You swallow your nerves and continue on. The closer you get, the more clearly you can see the scars on his neck as well. Not as bad as the gash on his shoulder, but still noticeable. You try not to steal too long of a glance and reach out, slowly — ready to heal him.

The wound doesn’t seem to be very deep so you only use one hand, a seafoam green glow emitting and covering his injury.

Shigaraki inhales slowly, feeling the relieving effects of your quirk healing him from the inside out. It doesn’t take long, the wound was already in the process of recovering before so this was more minor than you thought. You pull away once you were sure his shoulder was back to normal, taking a cautious step back from the man before you.

His attention is on Giran as he rolls his shoulder, flexing out all the previous tension and sighing in relief.

“Something like this isn’t easy to come by, Giran. What’s your price?”

Price, he says. Like you’re cattle, as if you’re some kind of product to be shipped off and traded. It makes you feel low.

Giran shrugs, smile pliant on his face and cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth. “No price. I told you – I owe this kid my life. Just make sure she’s safe and fed and we’ll call it even.”

Shigaraki still seems to be skeptical because he stands to his feet and you take another step back from him. His form is tense and you have to fight the urge to run to the door behind Giran. Shigaraki is taller, even with his slouched posture, and the sinking feeling in your stomach only grows as you anxiously watch for his next move.

You vaguely register the man engulfed in dark clouds calling Shigaraki’s name — a warning in his tone.

Giran raises a hand, smile never faltering. “Seriously. Eye for an eye.” He cocks his head, “But I’m not opposed to additional payment, if that’s what you want.”

It's a joke, one that the man before you does not find funny. He stands up straighter, “Whatever. Fine, we’ll take her in.”

You’re unsure if this is something you should celebrate or ease your way out of, but Giran seems to take it well. An honest smile gracing his features as he looks back to you, “You hear that, kid? You're in.”

Shigaraki turned to the shadowlike man behind the counter, “Kurogiri, prepare a room for her.”

Kurogiri nods and makes his way from behind the bar, you assume you should follow, but this was… a lot to take in. If they were to take you in then you wont ask too many questions. As long as you could lay low and keep to yourself then things would be fine. This wouldn’t have to be forever, just long enough to get yourself together and make your next moves.

You find solace in that thought as you walk past Giran — sending you an amiable wave as you trail behind Kurogiri.

Shigaraki stays behind in the bar and you’re thankful, his demeanor doesn’t seem like one you would like to be around for long periods of time.

There’s a brief moment when you're passing Shigaraki. His eyes meet yours and you notice the shine in them, a glimmer of covet curiosity so quick you almost miss it.

And you can’t help but wonder what exactly is it you’ve just gotten yourself into.

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just-jordie-things · 11 months

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satoru for kiss #17!!! 🤭

this one's popular!! let's do third year!gojo bc it just screams him 17: Needing To Kiss To Hide From The Bad Guys ___

"this is your fault by the way!"

you're running out of breath from how long you've been running, but you still find it in you to scold your designated partner for this assignment. it may have been childish of you to pass blame, especially when a group of curse users from the curse user group q were hot on your tail, but you can't help your irritation.

you'd come so close to success, the star plasma vessel had been safely picked up by you and satoru. but of course he had to stand around and gloat, gaining the attention of the entire block of people. and apparently those people weren't all non-sorcerers.

"my fault!?" satoru gasps, feigning offense. "need i remind you i could have taken on this mission alone?"

"you clearly couldn't have!" you fire back, and nod off to an alleyway just a few feet again that you could duck into to get the curse users off your back. satoru nods back in understanding, but it doesn't stop him from continuing your argument.

"had i been sent alone I wouldn't have to worry about covering for your ass!" he reminds you, but you roll your eyes, barely taking his words to heart, or even mind. "i could've gotten riko and teleported away! but no! because someone can't teleport!"

"well i'm sorry we can't all be you!" you hiss, just as you near the first hiding spot you could find.

you and satoru are quick to turn the corner between buildings, running just a little further to get behind a dumpster that barely hid both of your bodies. even as you pressed your backs against the brick as tightly as you could, you weren't sure this was the best of hiding spaces. and you hated to admit satoru was right, because you knew he'd hold it over your head for the rest of time, but had he been alone, he could've gotten out of this stitch in a blink of an eye. you were the dead weight here. you were the one that needed to run away.

you peeked through the slight opening behind the dumpster, keeping a watchful eye for the barrage of curse users currently hunting you down.

"apology accepted" satoru finally spoke, and when you whipped your head around you weren't surprised to see that smug grin on his face.

you rolled your eyes and ultimately decided to ignore this spat and focus on the task at hand.

"you're right," you admit begrudgingly. "you should teleport back to suguru and riko, make sure they got somewhere safe, and unseen"

"what? i'm not gonna ditch you here," satoru scoffs at the idea. "if these guys find you, you surely can't take them all on,"

you frown at the insinuation that you were so weak you couldn't knock down some measly cult followers. but rather than argue, you simply pulled your blade from it's sheath on your thigh, and raised a brow.

"i'm not leaving," satoru says decidedly. "the plan was you and i lead them the opposite direction. they'll assume i have riko- since I'm the strongest-" he doesn't hesitate to remind you of that fact. "and in the meantime her and suguru will be far, far from here"

"fine" you mutter, not needing the recap of the plan you'd come up with not ten minutes ago.

still, you feel antsy as you hear heavy footsteps of ten, no, twelve people approaching. not because you feared them, no, you were confident enough in yourself to know you could handle yourself against such a pitiful group of opponents.

but had they seen through your plan and realized the plasma star vessel wasn't with you, you worried they'd get word back to your leader and the hunt for gojo satoru would end, and the hunt for riko amanai would begin again.

"they're getting close," you whisper, your hand ghosting over the weapon on your leg. "if any of them look in this direction they're going to see us. this isn't enough to hide us"

satoru's eyes catch the way your grip tightens around the handle of your knife, ready to unsheathe it, and probably launch it in the direction of the first man you see. he comes up with a better plan before the curse users even come in sight.

with a hand on your shoulder he turns you around, and your training should have you reacting when he slides before you, pressing you between the wall and his body, but you're so distracted by the height difference between you to move a muscle. you have to tilt your head back to meet his eyes, which are completely focused and calm, while yours are wide and flickering between his wildly to try and figure out what he was doing.

"they'll see you-" you begin to warn him, but he doesn't seem to care.

"they're not going to want to look this way," he says, and with baited breath you watch the way his eyes fall to your lips. he wasn't seriously thinking about-? "trust me, okay?"

it's as though you're reading his mind, understanding his backup plan without spoken words. it has your heart fluttering madly in your chest, but somehow you give him a small nod, conveying all of your trust is in him.

the sound of quick footfall is drowned out as soon as his lips are against yours. your beating heart softens and relaxes at the feeling of his warm, soft lips sliding over yours, and you find your eyes fluttering shut as you give in to his kiss as though it were anything more than a cover.

and it seems he's happy to put on a show, his lips locking with yours in a sloppy but steady, fast motion. he kisses you like he's a man starved and you have just the sustenance he needs, he kisses you like he needs the air in your lungs- and you're happy to provide it for him.

his hands are firmly planted at your hips, and he has to focus to keep them there so he doesn't let himself get too carried away.

your hands, however, have taken on a mind of their own, and they're everywhere. you grip his shoulders at first, afraid of losing your balance even though there's nowhere for you to topple, with his chest to yours and your back against the brick wall, all that surrounded you was him. but as soon as you surrender yourself to him, your hands are on his neck, in his hair, gripping the front of his uniform, running across the broad expanse of his shoulders, you can't stop them, you can't help yourself.

distantly, you think if this is your only chance to have him like this, you may as well make the most of it.

it feels like an eternity when he's kissing you, hurriedly, messily, his teeth grazing your bottom lip and heavy pants falling into your mouth, but as soon as you pull apart from one another, it felt as though it was only a matter of seconds.

your chest is rising and falling so much with your quick gasps for breath that you're still close to him, pressing into him even if you'd wanted to put space between you again.

"they're gone?" you pant quietly, and satoru realizes he'd just been staring at you, at your dilated pupils and swollen lips, when he should've peeked around the corner to ensure the coast was clear.

he chuckles breathlessly before doing so, and nods back at you in confirmation.

"yeah," he huffs, just as winded as you were. "they're gone"

maybe it had been the sprinting beforehand. maybe it wasn't just that you'd completely sucked the life out of each other in the most magnificent way possible.

"okay" you nod your head, a bit shakily, your nerves beginning to eat away at your insides.

was that anxiety or was it butterflies? you weren't able to decipher just what the feeling was that satoru had left behind when he'd kissed you like that, but it has you frozen in place, still chest to chest with him.

your hands are still on his chest, you realize, and quickly you pull them away, a bashful shade of pink spreading across your cheeks.

satoru smirks, tilting his head at you.

"was that your first kiss?" he asks, leaning in close to your face again, admiring your blush

"shut up" you mutter back, trying to look away from him, but it was hard when he was so close to you.

satoru chuckles amusedly, before planting a kiss on your cheek and finally stepping out of your space.

"well, no time to get into it now!" he declares, grabbing your hand and tugging you along out of the alley. "we've got an assignment to finish don't we?"

you don't say anything as he tangles his fingers in yours and begins to lead you to the meet-up spot with suguru and riko. your tongue is tied, and you hope that satoru brushes it off as simple nerves, and not, like, feelings, or something.

"but then we can go back to that," he grins down at you, adoring the way your eyes go round like a lost puppy, and your loss of words is evident in your gaping mouth. "because that was fun"

if he doesn't get you killed during this assignment, he'll surely be the death of you. ___

a/n: he's so cocky i love him xoxo ~ jordie

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greenorangevioletgrass · 2 years

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it's classified | b.r.b. (1/2)

pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x actress!reader

summary: what was supposed to be a simple one-night stand during the training for your upcoming movie turns into an epic strangers-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-friends-lovers adventure... 10,000 feet in the air.

word count: 4.2k

warnings: language, drinking, behind-the-scenes nerdiness, fluff, smut [dirty talk, fingering, overstimulation, praise, protected sex], rooster is secretly a softboi, pining idiots

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***

i. Bruce Springsteen — Born To Run

You wanted to sleep in.

You were planning to sleep in. That’s the sole reason you arrived in this new town a day earlier than the rest of the cast before the rigorous final phase of flight training for your upcoming movie. But as the old saying goes, you make plans and Siri laughs and fucks up your alarm.

And the more you try to go back to sleep, the more anxious you get about the big day. It’s like a schoolkid before a field trip —if only said field trip was where you’d get your ass kicked black and blue. You’re not ready, you knew that. But you had to be. As the new kid on Top Gun, arguably the biggest action film this decade, there’s too much catching up to do. Every minute you’re not spending in training should be a minute spent preparing for it.

That’s why you're giving yourself a head start; sleepwear shucked off, sports bra on, workout playlist thumping from your AirPods. And with a short pep down the steps, your stride hits the sand.

It’s sweaty, hot, heavy as the ground underneath you crumbles a little with every step in your run. It takes you everything to maintain your pace so you don’t sink into the sand and make it even harder for yourself —even if you pay for it in burning heels and lungs and limbs and muscles.

But the view is nice. Lines of blue, yellow, orange, and white fading into each other on the horizon. Seafoam washed up on the shore, clearing your shoe prints like you’re starting over with every lap, every set of lunges and crunches and what-have-you. And through it all, not a single soul in sight.

Well. Except for one man.

Jogging in your opposite direction about 20 minutes into your workout. He runs laps on the mile-long strip of empty beach, bare torso gleaming in the sun and sweat, aviator glasses perched atop the bridge of his nose. You’re not usually into pornstaches, but it suits him. You’d take a longer, better look, but he catches you staring and nods at you briefly with a coy smile as he runs past you.

Fuck.

You push through until you hit the quiet, closed beachside bar called The Hard Deck, and jogs up to the sidewalk, sighing in relief upon finding an even surface —and enough distance to hide your embarrassment from the sexy, sweaty stranger, as you jog back to your apartment.

Out of sight, out of mind.

***

ii. Cage The Elephant — Cigarette Daydreams

But later that evening, sun barely setting outside the window, when The Hard Deck’s come alive with patrons drinking and conversing and playing pool, jukebox music playing in the background, an all-too-familiar figure strides into the room. His six-pack abs are clad in a white tank this time, a flowy Hawaiian shirt thrown over his broad shoulders. The sunglasses, however, seem to be a mainstay, and you force yourself to look away before you embarrass yourself. Again.

He walks over to the empty spot next to you, fingers drumming against the wooden counter.

“Hey, Pen, can I have my usual, please? Thanks.” He tears off his aviators, stealing glances your way not so inconspicuously, as you try to keep your gaze ahead. Don’t get reeled in by the smell of sunscreen and saltwater on him… “Fancy seeing you here.”

Your heart skips a beat, but you try your damnedest to stay cool as you turn towards him. You don’t know what to expect, but you surely don’t expect the warmest, coziest brown eyes looking right at you with a little smile. “I could say the same about you.”

“Nah, I think you just happen to be in my general territory.” He smiles in teasing, murmuring a thanks as he receives his beer. “So what brings you to Fightertown?”

You pause for a second, studying the way he earnestly waits for your answer. He doesn’t know who you are —and you like that. The moment ‘actor’ gets thrown into the conversation, the moment it clicks that they’ve seen you in movies or Netflix, some people can’t get past it. And right now, this stranger is seeing you not for what you do, but who you are —and you want to keep that just a little longer. So you decide to go with the vague answer,

“Work.”

“Oh, yeah? What kind?”

“It’s… classified.” You smirk over your non-answer.

His grin widens as he shakes his head —he knows what you're doing, but he’s not pushing any further. Instead, he cheekily remarks, “You know, with the reps you’re putting out there this morning, I would’ve thought you were gearing up for a mission.”

Well, he’s not wrong. But he can’t know that, so you settle on the next best thing. “I don’t think I’m cut out for the Navy,” which is not a lie —just because you’re playing one, doesn’t mean you’re really one. “You?”

He leans in just a tad closer, and oh God, you can smell his aftershave. “Between you and me, I ask myself that every day for the last 15 years.” And just as quickly as he closes the distance, he straightens up again on his seat. “But yeah. I’m a combat pilot.”

“Wow!” your eyes light up; partly because this is great extra research materials —great coincidence, too, as you’re flying fighter jets in the movie—, and partly because his face lights up, too. “What’s that like?”

“Do you like flying?” he props his knuckles underneath his chin, looking at you thoughtfully. It’s a little unnerving, but you don’t hate the butterflies in your belly.

“Um, it’s… okay?” You chuckle somewhat bashfully. “I guess I’ve never really thought about it more than just… getting from one place to another. Looking at clouds and oceans from a tiny window.”

“Oh, there’s so much more than clouds and oceans with this one. It’s the best fucking thing ever.” He gushes. And pauses. And pipes up, “I can show you better than I can tell you.”

“Really?” You lean against the counter, casually moving closer to him. “Wouldn’t you get into trouble for that?”

“Might just be worth it,” he shrugs, “for both of us.”

His honesty is refreshing. He treads the fine line between cutting to the chase and respecting your space, and you really, really like that about him. “Why don’t you buy me a drink first and we’ll go from there, Mister…?”

“Bradley Bradshaw. At your service, ma’am.”

***

ii. Ryan Adams — Wildest Dreams

Bradley Bradshaw, as it turns out, is at your service. Taking you to his bed, gently resting you on the edge of the mattress as he ravenously devours you in hot, wet kisses —from your lips to your neck. Undoing your buttons one by one, his mouth doesn’t seem able to leave you alone as it follows his fingers down your chest.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes out.

He nips at the soft swell of your breast, impatient as he tugs the cup down your chest. Toying at one hardened nipple with his tongue while he teasingly thumbs the other, making you arch your back. And with that, he unclasps your bra with just one hand —one swift movement. Equally as frenzied, you push his open shirt off of his shoulder, his arms more tanned and golden than God.

You chuckle. “I could say the same about you.”

You would think you’d get used to his curious, thoughtful, lewd gaze after a whole night of flirting, but the heat creeps up on your cheeks anyway. “You’re a sweet talker, you know that, baby?”

Bradley pulls away as he shucks off his remaining clothes, white tank tossed aside and faded blue jeans left on the floor. His gray boxers are tight on the front, his hard-on straining from the inside. His sun-bleached hair ruffled by your doing, a soft smile ghosting on his mouth, and you have to admit… you meant every word of it.

Gorgeous.

A little chuckle escapes you as he pulls you back towards his lips. The mustache tickles your skin, unusual but not unwelcome, but you’re far more giddy with the prospect of feeling it everywhere. And the hand…

Venturing down.

Lower.

Gently caressing your soft cleft through your panties.

“Jesus Christ, you’re soaked…” he groans, slipping his hand underneath the fabric.

On any other night, you would’ve been embarrassed by how wet you are, and how blatantly he pointed it out —and truth be told, you’ve been wet since he put his hand on your thigh the whole car ride. Not quite dirty —he didn’t do anything in that manner; but not quite innocent either, knowing what happens next.

But his bold hand indulges like the rest of him. His middle finger slides right along your slit, finding your swelling bud, and he moans like it makes him feel good.

If the little figure-eights weren’t enough to send waves of pleasure all over your body, the stretch of his middle and ring finger entering you at once sure is. You pull him closer, so that his body rests on top of you, worried that you might float in mid-air if he’s not there.

He is, very much, there. Pumping his digits in and out of you, capturing your lips, your tits, every inch of your skin with his mouth. Nuzzling the side of your face like he’s listening to every hitch of breath. Figuring out how to make you sing, how to make your body twist deliciously. You’re so close, so fucking close already, God, and when he curls his fingers inside you just right…

It’s too fast. Too easy. But you’re way too blissed out to think much of it. You can barely think of a response when he doesn’t slow down after her first orgasm, not even a little bit. Whether you like the drawn-out high.

(You do. You really do.)

And you have a feeling he knows that. If the hard cock grinding against your thigh was any indication, you would think he’s into it, too.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. Give me one more —one more before I fuck you…” he murmurs against your jaw, his soft voice reverberating on your skin. “Can you do that for me?”

You don’t always do strangers a favor, but when said stranger is handsome and funny and two fingers deep inside you, an exception can be made.

Might just be worth it. For both of us.

You don’t know when your first orgasm ends and your second begins. Blood and thrill and pleasure just course through your entire body from tip to toe, and it takes you a few moments to realize your moans and whimpers filling the air. He swallows your sweet noises into his kiss, and takes what he can get until you falter from his lips.

He smooths your hair away from your forehead tenderly, watching you regain some semblance of composure through heavy lids and thick lashes. Your finger brushes against the scars on his face. Two lines running down one side of his cheek, smaller ones on his chin. You don’t ask, but maybe the featherlight caresses over the lines is enough of a question.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he rasps, “You still wanna do this?”

“You still need to ask?”

A smile breaks out on the corner of his lips as he bites the inside of his cheek. You push him off with a single finger to his chest, sending him to fetch a condom. This is not the time for stories or sentiments. You’re just two strangers tumbling into bed, looking to scratch an itch.

You flip onto your stomach, listening into the crinkle of the foil, fighting the temptation to sneak a peek at his… asset. But no. Let his length, his girth, his sheer size surprise you. You bury your face in his white sheets, soft and fresh and now wrinkled and bunched.

His large hands stroke your hips, soft on his calloused palms. Pulling you in with a trail of kisses up your spine. Nudging your opening with the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, you’re killing me, sweetheart…” Bradley grunts through gritted teeth.

“What?” you grin, grinding against his hard length. “I’m not doing anything.”

Smack! His hand lands sharply on your ass cheek. Not enough to actually hurt, but definitely enough to make your skin tingle. Enough to make you turn to face him, throwing you a dirty look. “Like hell you’re not.”

“Are you gonna do something about it?”

And then he does.

The smartass remark dies in your mouth, and a low groan comes to life in his, as he stretches you open. Deliciously painful and painfully delicious in the best way —the kind that makes your mind go blank for a moment.

“Fuck, I…” Bradley stills, fully sheathed inside you. “Can I —can I move?”

He sounds so earnest like this. So vulnerable. Boyish, almost. You’re almost tempted to kiss his stupid face senseless, if only moving your hips weren’t a much better way to satiate your desire. Drawing yourself nearly all the way off of him, and hitting your ass back. The sound of skin slapping against each other is filthy, but it still doesn’t beat the groans rumbling out of his chest and the breathy moans you bury in the bedsheets.

The California air is warm that night, but you want it to set you on fire. As he finds his pace, pounding in and out of you with more grit, you reach back for his waist, his hip, his anything, just to say,

“Harder.”

He slows down, the intrigue audible in his voice. “What’s that?”

“I said…” you take a deep breath, setting your jaw as you clench around him, “Harder.”

He curses under his breath and slams you back into his hips. Slower. Deeper.

Definitely harder.

“That hard enough for you, sweetheart?” The spank he gives your ass right after is a sweet consolation prize. He grabs your hair, buries his hand in the roots, and pulls you up so that your back’s flush against his bare chest and good God, you feel like you’re winning.

His hands are everywhere —on your tits, around your waist, between your legs— and he laves wet, desperate kisses on your shoulder, panting in your ear, thrusting up into you mercilessly. And as you inch closer to another orgasm, he holds you closer, cages you in his strong arms.

“Shit… good girl. Come for me…”

It’s too intense. Too intimate. You shouldn’t be able to zone in on his heartbeats matching yours. Or the little kisses pressing on your cheek. But your resolve is slipping, and you fall apart in his arms as he holds you in place —and as he comes inside you, you wonder if you’re in the right place, after all.

He pulls out, and you let out a little whimper, hand digging into his wrist at the loss. But he soothes his hand up and down your thigh in reassurance, and with a final kiss to your jaw, gets up to discard the condom while you catch your breath.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” you remark, propping yourself back on your arms. “I thought you were an… all-round vanilla kind of guy.”

“Well, you know what they say. Always assume vanilla until proven otherwise.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, interest piqued. “Huh. Does that mean you’re… not that vanilla?”

“Maybe,” he drawls mischievously, though you don’t miss the glance he stole at your bare chest.

“Care to share with the class?”

“I think I can show you better than I can tell you.” He sits on the edge of the bed in front of you, closing the distance to your lips dramatically.

You fall back into his bed, laughing into his kiss, noting his penchant for corny one-liners —of which he’s openly proud of. And amidst all the jokes and the talks of less-than-vanilla sex, the two of you seem to forget about the very action of sex itself. Even in the nude and the sweat of the heat, the two of you are perfectly content lying around in lazy kisses and soft touches. Along his arm. Down his chest.

His face.

“Car accident,” he says out of the blue.

“What?” It takes you a moment to realize you’ve been tracing the scars on his cheek—again. Featherlight against the harsh lines. You retract your hand ever so slightly —you really didn’t mean to pry, but he really doesn’t seem to mind.

“Junior year of high school.” He nods matter-of-factly. “The car flipped eight times, I was thrown out the window, landed like 50 feet away… I even still got gravel in my face.”

He juts out his chin, and you tentatively reach out. The bumps were minute, but they’re there.

“Shit. That’s awful,” you mutter. “Bet the ladies think it’s badass, though.”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” His eyes flutter heavily with each blink.

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you take a good look at him. So… soft in his broad and gruff and masculine glory. And then ultimately you decide, “It’s cute.”

“Cute?” He opens one eye, looking at you curiously for a moment—proving your point even further—before relaxing back into his pillow. “That’s not too shabby, ain’t it?”

And as he lazily strokes your hair, you can’t help but agree.

Not too shabby at all.

***

iii. Lizzy McAlpine — an ego thing

The next morning, 0800 sharp, the principal cast is gathered in a hangar of the Naval Air Station, making small talk with each other on the weather and the flight in and the training that lies ahead. Your co-star Pedro makes a joke about a dramatic entrance his character makes in the beginning of the story, and you simply laugh it off.

But then you hear footsteps. The heavy combat boots against the concrete, and you turn around. And it’s really, really funny how life imitates art.

Your stomach shouldn’t have dropped so quickly —the sun hits him from the back, and you can only see his silhouette for a moment— but it did. The outfit may be different —gone is the flowy yellow Hawaiian shirt as the muted forest green flight suit takes its place—, but it’s still the same swaggered gait. The same pair of Ray Bans. The same 80’s mustache.

The same fucking guy you slept with last night.

“Everyone, this is Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, callsign Rooster,” Kevin, the stunt coordinator, addresses the whole team, “He’ll be replacing Lieutenant Natasha Trace as our resident naval pilot for this project.”

Shit.

“Morning, everyone.”

You hear an unruly choir of replies around you, but you can barely force out a response.

“Did you guys get a good night’s rest last night?” His eyes flicker your way for a second, and it feels like a cold stab to the heart. More replies from your crowd —seems like nobody caught wind of it, thank God. “Great. ‘Cause we got a long day ahead of us, folks.”

He moves on to the briefing, and you’re trying your damnedest to pay attention —this information is life-and-death, after all— but your head is still reeling. How fucking stupid were you for thinking life would let you off easy.

As if all this pilot training was a cakewalk.

“Who wants to go first?” The aviator snaps you out of your reverie, looking out at the whole group with a simple smile.

The boys exchange looks and kind of murmur ‘ladies first’ out of nerves and hesitation, and you’re a second too late in making any kind of response. This is your worst nightmare.

Kevin looks at you expectantly. “What do you say?”

You shoot your friends a dirty look, as you find yourself caught between a rock and a hard place. The last thing you want to do is to be stuck in a cramped cabin thousands of feet in the air with the man you ghosted after hooking up last night. But at the same time, you don’t want to be a diva. You made a promise to yourself that you were gonna take on whatever challenge they throw at you head-on. And you’ve been making good on the promise so far.

You’re not gonna let some man ruin your streak.

“Lt. Bradshaw, this is Y/N,” Kevin introduces the two of you as you step up to formally introduce yourself.

You offer him a handshake. “It’s nice to meet you… sir.”

He doesn’t flinch at the honorific, but he does pause, as if processing how it rolls off your tongue. How strange it is to shake your hand after touching you everywhere else. “Just Rooster is fine. There’s no ranks in the cockpit. Got a callsign yet?”

“Houdini.” you nod briefly.

He tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, curious.

“Passed the Dunker test in record time,” Kevin proudly notes. “She’s a tough one.”

“Let’s not jinx it, Kev.” You pat your friend in the arm with a tight smile.

Bradley —Rooster— isn’t unfriendly, by any means. He makes small talk about how the aircraft works and the training that’ll come in handy as the two of you suit up and get ready to fly. But as soon as the canopy closes, and it’s just you and him inside the jet, not a word is spoken between you. With the engine roaring underneath you, it’s still the most deafening 20-minute silence of your life.

“Houdini, huh?” Rooster flatly pipes up through the comm. “That’s fitting…”

He’s not gonna make this easy on you, but you try anyway. “Look, I—”

“Tower, this is Rooster on Joyride One. Are we clear for taxi?”

“Joyride One, you are clear for taxi,” an operator responds in your headphones.

The plane starts moving, but the only reason you’re taking a deep breath is the front-seater before you. “Rooster,” you call him again.

“I read you loud and clear, Houdini. Do you read me?” He sounds oddly calm. Even. Like there’s no subtext underneath his words.

But no subtext is enough subtext, and you know how to pick your battles —this isn’t one you’re gonna win. “Loud and clear,” you huff in relent. “What happened to Phoenix?”

“Duty calls.”

“That’s a shame. We were supposed to fly together.” You’ve met and talked to her a few times, and you really liked her. You were genuinely bummed that you no longer get to work with Rooster. It has nothing to do with avoiding Rooster.

Well. Maybe a little bit.

And with that, his facade finally cracks, and you can distinctly hear the coldness in his tone. “Guess you’re stuck with me now. Unless you wanna Houdini your way out of that, too.”

Motherfucker. You straighten up, bracing yourself as the aircraft starts gaining speed on the taxiway. “Nope, I’m good. Whaddya got for me?”

“We’re gonna start easy, get you accustomed to the height and the G-Force, and we’ll talk about the basic turns and spins when we’re in the air. Think you can handle that?”

“Oh, yeah. Bring it on.”

And you mean it. You’re taking every bit of willpower in your gut to use everything you’ve ever learned in the training. Every turn, every inversion, every multiplication of the gravity pull. Every thousand feet higher in the air.

You nearly throw up several times, but you’re much too spiteful to admit defeat. Not today.

Not ever.

And even if you get off the plane feeling like you’re about to die, you don’t show it. As soon as your feet touch down on the tarmac again, you simply take off your helmet and take a deep breath. In, out. Take in the smell of fuel and afterburner, which still beats the suffocating air of being stuck with Rooster.

“Kevin’s right.” he admits, fluffing out his matted hair once the helmet’s off. “You are a tough one.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, tight-lipped. “Hey, about last night—”

“I told you, I hear you loud and clear, Houdini.”

You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off, stopping in front of you.

“You left in the middle of the night—no number, no goodbye, nothing. Message received, okay? There’s no need to bring it up again, especially not when the comm lines are open.”

Oh.

He steps forward, lowering his voice yet somehow it feels even more intense. “In fact, let’s not bring it up again —ever. Just… forget it ever happened.” He turns on his heels and walks away, towards the hangar where everyone else is waiting.

It pisses you off beyond belief, that he scolded you like you were a child, and then he stormed off like one, and didn’t even let you get a word in. And it pisses you off even more, knowing that he’s right. You were wrong for leaving without a word. Wrong for leading him on, when you know there’s absolutely no chance for you. Wrong for indulging in his company anyway, knowing what you know.

You shat the bed, and now you’re gonna have to lie in it for a whole year.

<<<read part 2 here>>>

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster imagine #rooster smut #rooster x reader #ava writes #top gun maverick

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love-toxin · 1 year

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grrr i just wanna be the fruity fours chubby gf & have each of them lay on my tummy :(

like you wear a outfit that shows a little more skin than usual bc they’ve helped you gain more confidence. all their brains just completely short circuit. they all make different comments on your outfit, but each one makes you more flustered than the last.

I JUST WANT THEM TO WORSHIP ME AGHHH -🛸

PRRRRR!!!!

(cws: plus size!f!angelface, fruity four, body worship, a lil fluff, a lil spice, the four being soft and thirsty for their gf <3)

being fruity four's chubby girlfriend propaganda.....your tummy is the most coveted napping spot in the house. you'll be splayed out on the couch or the chair or in bed, and so often you'll have a fluffy-haired head (usually Eddie or Nancy) sinking down on your exposed belly to snuggle in and kiss before they fall asleep. Robin especially likes the spot on the floor at your feet while you're sitting up on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv while she sits back and gently rubs your calves, your thighs resting on each shoulder for her head to be squished between while she turns and nuzzles your soft skin. Steve purposely keeps the house warm so you'll be more apt to wear shorts when you're just relaxing inside, half because he loves seeing your bare legs and half because he wants to feel you shiver in delight when he squeezes them as you walk by.

and yes, please, please wear those outfits you like that show off your skin! they're so happy you're comfortable enough to do it, and to pull out those clothes that you've shoved into your closet because you liked them, but were too shy to wear them out. Steve and Robin will have conversations at length about your boobies, about how they look in those cute outfits and how flattering they are on your curves--and for once Robin won't clock him about using that particular word, because she's clearly lost in her own fantasy when they daydream together about the perfect items that would show off those goods, even though in reality you'd never wear them out the door before they'd be tearing them off of you. sometimes Nancy will come up behind you while you're looking at yourself in the mirror, and fix your clothes so they sit where they naturally do and not where you've adjusted them to try and cover certain areas you dislike. it just so happens that that usually means you've got your tummy out and you can clearly see those lines and curves and soft spots, and she just goes feral over it. like really feral, I'm gonna eat you out right here so you can watch your beautiful self cum kinda feral. Eddie does the same thing as well, except he's more apt to get on his knees and kiss your belly if you say bad things about it--cause c'mon, don't insult his favourite pillow! don't hide her all the time! let her out of containment!!

either way, if ever you wonder whether they're really sincere about liking your body type, just stand in front of a mirror or just have your tummy out and available--rest assured there will be someone sniffing you out like a bloodhound and descending on you to turn you into a human pillow or a cum dumpster cause they just can't help it

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #plus size!angelface #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson x reader #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #🛸 anon #anons

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yangjeonginniepics · 1 year

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Hyunjin x sub!fem!reader

Rated: explicit 18+. MDFI

CW: Dom/sub dinamics, Gagging, cum eating, cumming inside. fingering, rimming (f receiving), slight voyeurism, squirting, anal, overstim, dacryphilia, rough sex, somnophilia,free use

please let me know if I forgot any cw 🙏

word count: 1.8k

Part 2 /continuation of the minho x reader

Dumpster series

Hyunjin eyes were poking out from the edge of the kitchen entrance door, his eyes shone bright while watching you eat your breakfast on the floor.

"Hey" he drew your attention softly "Don't mind me, keep doing what you're doing" he told you after you had turned your head to look at him. He kept walking towards you as you turned back to eat your scrambled eggs. Kneeling right behind you, you felt his fingers brushing against your lower hips and slid them down the side of your ass.

"You look so delicious like this" He bit his lips and have your butt a harsh slap. "So inviting, just begging to be taken." He hooked one of his fingers under the thin line of the tong you were wearing. "This excuse for underwear doing nothing to hide how eager your asshole is to just have a cock shoved right in '' he tore the small string leaving your genitals completely uncovered.

He rubbed around your private areas avoiding touching it directly which caused you to shiver in anticipation.

"Am I making your breath this shaky baby? Are you such a whore for my touch?" He ceased his movement.

"Please" you squirmed and groaned eager for him. Your behavior was compensated with a hard slap to your ass once again causing you to moan super loud.

"Keep it quiet over there I am trying to focus" you heard seungmin shout from another room.

"You heard him baby, gotta keep down. Or should I just gag you because I know what a cockslut you are and you'd never be able to control yourself when I am with you?" He whispered in your ear while leaning over you keeping your body caged against the tiled floor. You could only respond by giving him low wordless whines, almost as you were about to cry.

He nibbled your ears for a few seconds as he slowly brought his hands to your ass cheeks and spread them open, camly leading his now lube coated finger to your entrance in order to stretch you open for him.

"Ho-" you tried asking him but got cut off by how good the feeling of him stretching you was. The way his finger dragged into your hole sent shivers down your spine, your cunt was leaking so much it dripped down the tiles. You could feel a fire building in your abdomen along with the anxiety and eagerness to be filled.

He let out a chuckle at your action. "Such a dumb whore that you can't even pay attention to your surroundings when there is a possibility of getting your holes filled. You look so cute being so stupid I want to keep you alienated from everything. All you deserve and need to know is how to suck and take cock. The rest of us can handle it."

He inserted a second finger as he finished his sentence. You had given up keeping your head up and now your forehead was inside the pet bowl as the front part of your body was sprawled on the floor and you kept your butt up.

"Maybe we should add another rule, keep you plugged up at all times. You are so unbelievably tight, I didn't think it was possible for you to be so soon after last night." He said as he scissored your butthole and added the third finger. You were already lost in the feeling, unable to control yourself any longer, your eyes rolled back and your mouth gung open, drool pooling at the floor beneath you.

"Geez, you're such a dirty whore, truly born to be cumdump huh? Do you know how much is left inside this asshole? I can literally scoop it." You whined when he pulled his fingers out and left you empty. "You know, I cant let my hyungs and dongsaengs efforts go to waste like this." He brought his hand to your mouth. "Eat it, make their work worth it." You used all the strength in your body to hold your head up and took his fingers inside your mouth and licked them clean, the smell of the cum mix of different that had been left fermenting in your asshole for a few hours was intoxicating. You felt like you were about to cum untouched. "Wow, such a messy baby, can't even eat properly by herself huh?" Hyunjin was looking at your forehead and laughing as he picked pieces of egg stuck to your skin and fed them to you. "You're so lucky you have us to take care of you."

He then turned back and shoved four fingers into you without holding back. You shouted really loud at the rough intrusion and kept yelping as the pleasure mixed pain was too much for your small brain to handle.

Suddenly Hyunjin's movements halted causing you to whine so he would keep going. A few steps could be heard but you were too far out to care. When the steps ceased at your side, a hand grabbed your hair and yanked your head up without a single care if it hurt or not. "Didn't I say I was trying to focus? Have you lost all capacity to think and control your movements? Are we going to have to use tools to help you meet your basic needs now? Maybe we should train to be a decent pet better. But that is a task for another time. This will do for now" Seungmin shoved a cloth you were unable to recognise where it was from deep inside your mouth. You could smell Han's scent in it. "Don't you dare take it out." He directed at both you and Hyun.

"What did you put in her mouth?" Jinnie's curiosity spiked up but regardless restarted his movements.

"Just someone's underwear from the laundry bin. Judging by the precum stains, probably han's. She's lucky he's clean enough and doesn't have any skid marks" Seungmin joked and left the kitchen.

Hyunjin let out a grossed sound but quickly shrugged it off turning all his attention back to you. Feeling you were stretched enough he placed his other hand on the middle of you back indicating for you to arch yourself further to grant him better acess to your entrance. After you complied he used two finger from each hand to hold your asshole gaping and just let out a huge amount of spit he accumulated in his mouth just for this moment. Your position allowed his spit to travel down your insides and you could feel his saliva going further and further into you. Luckily Han's underwear muffled the loud moans you were making.

"Finally we've got to the good part." Hyunjin said as position himself behind you, aligning his cock with your hole and began to slowly push in. "Fuck it" was all you heard as he shoved himself in one go and started to piston in and out on you. Your scream was toned down by the improvised gag seungmin made for you, or else the police would've been contacted with how loud it would be.

The drag of each thrust hyunjin did sent sparks all over your body, the one who was barely holding itself up, was now shaking and about to fully give up and was only kept in place by hyunjin's grip on your hip.

You suddenly felt an incredible wave of pleasure like never before and sensed a weird liquid touching your knees and feet.

"Holy fuck baby, I didn't even know you could do that. I am so gonna show off to everyone I was the first one that made you squirt." Hyunjin said, making you realize what happened.

He kept fucking at an super fast pace. Your face was swollen and red as you cried from the overstimulation caused by hyunjin who was too involved with his own pleasure to even notice the state you were in. When his movements started to slow down as he was about to cum, he finally looked at you and noticed the state you were in.

"Awn is my baby crying from how good she feels? No? Are you feeling overestimated? Do you want me to stop? No? Well then I can't disappoint my baby now, can I?" He quit all movements, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

"Well now I can go at it full speed again" He resumed his rough thrust even faster then before and brought one of his hand to your sopping wet pussy and the other one to draw circles at your clit. You were crying and thrashing your body around as the pleasure was overtaking every part of your brain. You shaked as you were convulsing and squirting again. Hyunjin gave a few last thrusts and came inside you.

"Uhmm, this looks amazing, but since we don't have a plug to keep inside I should probably make you eat it so it doesn't go to waste." He lowered his head and kissed your rim delicately, he pushed his tongue inside and sucked his own release into his mouth. He turned your head to him, removed the cloth and kissed you, pushing his cum back to your mouth.

"Now be a good toy and swallow." He smirked watching you gulp down. He released your head carefully and placed the underwear gag in your mouth. You slowly felt like you were about to lose consciousness.

You woke up about an hour later. You still were in the middle of the kitchen, laying in your discharge and drool, your ass burning from hyunjins rough treatment, your jaw aching from having han's underwear in your mouth for too long and cum now dripping from your pussy, indicating someone used you while you were knocked out.

You rolled to your back and spread yourself like a starfish to stretch yourself, getting your hair drenched in your fluids.

You heard a knock on the table next to you.

"Hey darling, how are you feeling?" Chan was looking at you with a kind, soft smile. You smiled back in the most relaxed joyfull way possible. "I can see how good you've felt. But what happened today, can't happen again" when he said those words your mind filled with worries, where you not good enough?? "Don't overthink it darling. It's not that bad. However we will go under some change of rules. Meet us in the living room in about an hour, just clean up the mess you made and wash yourself... at least your hair." He stood in front of you and waited until you got up in front of him. "We still love you, don't worry" he gave you a kiss in the forehead and left you to tend the mess.

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Please let me know what you think. If you read the minho one and would like to comment if there were improvements or deceptions I would appreciate it as well.

I know I am not the best writer, so constructive criticism would help me improve for sure, but please be kind 💕

#hyunjin x reader #skz x reader #skz smut #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #seungmin #chan #bang chan #skz ot8 #skz ot8 x reader

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desceros · 5 months

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I no longer feel bad about asking about blurple villian might I ask some very pointed questions about Donnie’s side of the relationship for playlist purposes?

So what I’m hearing is it takes DonBon a little longer to um… get his ball rolling. So to speak. How many fights do he and Lamb Chan get into over Leo and does Leo know about it/rub it in Donnie’s face?

Gbs input would be appreciated as well (now when I reblog blurple villian stuff I wait a bit to make sure you two aren’t still going back and forth on the post lol)

never ever ever feel bad for blurple villain au posting

i think donnie and lamb-chan actually... don't really fight that much usually? not in the traditional sense. for the most part you're just like. oh donnie says that this is the best way to do things, so i'm going to trust that and do it. and if you say you want something, donnie usually is like ok well here you go. it's just very. easy. being with donnie. there's no real friction or fighting that ends up happening.

...except when it comes to leo.

ohhh man. you are stubborn as fuck about leo, and it makes donnie's teeth fucking paste with how hard he grinds them on this. he tries everything. talking to you. grabbing your arms and shaking you. a very memorable powerpoint presentation with diagrams and pictures. he puts a tracker on your coat that starts making an obnoxious beep when you get too close to leo's apartment, so you just take it off and leave it on a dumpster until you come back by.

(he promptly takes it off, because the thought of you out there, cold, is maybe worse than the thought of you being with that fucker. also bc leo snapped at him about it, genuinely angry, saying he'd had to warm you up bc your teeth were chattering, and knowing that leo put his fucking hands on you—that leo was right about how he'd hurt you—yeah. no more beeping trackers.)

leo, of course, absolutely loves this. i can just see him hiding in the fire escapes, watching over you on your way to his apartment with donnie trailing behind. you're ignoring him, nose in the air, as he tells you all the reasons that this is stupid, that leo is toxic, that you're better off staying in the lair. when he makes the mistake of insinuating that leo would hurt you, that's when you stop and wheel around, getting a little nasty right back in his face. leo has never once hurt you—not in a way you didn't ask for—and insinuating otherwise won't stand.

taking this moment to be the perfect little shit, leo jumps down and comes up behind you, pulling you close and sending his brother a smug smile. making matters worse, you grab leo's hand and pull him along behind you, leaving donnie behind with the sight of your stiff spine and leo's infuriating smirk. he goads the two of you on, wanting you to fight, hoping to push you away from donnie and closer to him.

...but, equally, i think your fights—as hot as they burn when they happen—are very, very quick to boil away. they never last more than a few hours before you're coming back together, apologizing, the two of you snuggling close and letting the gravity between you come to head. he hates making you angry, he really hates making you cry; you hate making him angry, you really hate making him sad.

once you start hooking up w donnie, this gets even more pronounced. i imagine you're very, very careful not to get into fights with donnie, giving him one or two more warnings that you're getting pissed when he starts sniping about leo. hence why the whole 'being little shits behind your back' thing starts happening. (because you are also very quick to defend donnie to leo, and your fuse on people saying shit about him is very, very, very short.)

@gbao3 tag youre it

#ask tag #blurple villain au #probably wise lmfao. they always have such amazing additions and im like. oh. time to lie here on the floor.#then i'm like. ....actually no fuck you YOU get on the floor.#and then we go back and forth with this until we're both on the floor.

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vodika-vibes · 17 days

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You and Me - A Gryffin Industries Story

Summary: As one of the many aides to the Supreme Chancellor, you’re more aware than most at the sheer depth of his corruption. But when you hear something you’re not supposed to, the Chancellor orders your death at the hands of his personal assassins. And you know that if you get to Gryffin Industries you’ll be home free. You just have to get there first.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader

Word Count: 1803

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Someone shoved me into sad Jesse hours so I decided to write this instead of one of the many, many requests that I have sitting in my inbox.

You press your hand against your chest, trying to settle your racing heart as you press your back against the cold wall behind you.

You’re in trouble.

So much trouble.

You duck behind a dumpster as the heavy footsteps of the men who are chasing you approach. You clamp your hand over your mouth and nose and hope, pray, that it’s enough. That this will hide you well enough that you’ll have a moment to think.

The heavy footsteps stop, and for a moment, one terrifying, heart stopping moment, you think you're out of luck. That his assassins found you. And then you hear a voice, deep and familiar in the way that all clone voices are, “She’s not here. Set up a perimeter around the Jedi Temple. She can’t be allowed to reach them.”

And then the heavy boots are running off and you slump against the wall.

Well. There goes your original plan.

As one of the many aides to Chancellor Palpatine, you’re more aware than most about just how corrupt he is. And while it bothered you, not having enough money to eat bothered you more, so you kept your peace.

Your logic was that people have to see what he’s doing, and they’re letting him…so maybe this is what they all wanted.

And then you stumbled on a meeting between Palpatine and Dooku.

A meeting where something you’ve long suspected, that the war was created by Palpatine to help him stay in power, was confirmed.

You spent the following week downloading all of the information, all of the evidence that you could. And there was a lot.

Too much to store on a single data chip. Too much for even ten data chips.

You unfold your hands around the sharp edges of the datacron sitting in your hands. All of the evidence you’ve found, years worth of it, going back to when the Chancellor was still a Senator, is sitting in this innocent little cube.

And, until such time you’re able to get it into the hands of someone who can help, it’s about as useful as a doorstop.

You slide down the wall until you’re sitting on the dirty ground, and you press the datacron against your forehead, “Now what do I do?” You whisper, “Where do I go…where can I go?”

Going to the Jedi Temple is just asking for trouble. His assassins will never let you get close enough to the temple to get the information to them. And Jedi don’t just wander around Coruscant.

Maybe you’d be able to find a Jedi at the Senate, but going there is just as much of a death sentence as going to the temple.

Your mind races, but you come up with nothing. No ideas. No anything.

Slowly, with a shaking hand, you pull your comm from your pocket.

It’s dumb. Dumb and foolish and risky. But…maybe, if you’re quick, and maybe, if the assassins haven’t pinged your comm yet, maybe you can get some advice.

You open your contact list, and scroll down until you find the number you're looking for.

Jesse.

Arc Trooper Jesse. Formerly of the 501st and currently employed by Gryffin Industries.

More importantly, though, he’s your closest friend, and maybe possibly boyfriend, and someone you trust and depend on whole-heartedly.

You press the button to connect your devices, and pray that he’ll actually answer.

The comm rings once, twice, three times…and then the call connects, “Mesh’la? It’s not like you to call during the workday.”

His voice is so comforting that you kind of want to cry, “Jess-I’m in trouble.”

You hear him walking for a moment, “What kind of trouble?”

“The…um…assassins are chasing me and trying to kill me kind of trouble.”

“What?! What do you mean assassins-”

“Jesse, I can’t get to the temple. Where…where do I go? What should I do?”

“Come to me. I’ll protect you.”

A sob falls from your lips, “Jesse, there’s an entire city between where I am and Gryffin Industries. I’ll never make it.”

“Yes. You will.” Jesse promises, “Because I’m going to have Rex order every vod who works with me out to the streets.”

“...Jesse-”

“All you have to do, mesh’la, is find a vod dressed in black and teal. And they’ll get you safe. Stay in open spaces and crowds if you can.”

“I can do that.”

“And, cyare, toss your comm. I’ll see you when you get here.”

“Okay. Okay, I’ll see you then.”

The connection cuts sooner than you would have preferred, and you suddenly feel very, very alone. But, Jesse promised that you were going to be okay, that he would help. You just have to trust him.

So you take a deep breath and toss your comm into the dumpster, and then you scramble to your feet and exit the alley at the other end, slipping into the crowd of weekend shoppers.

You keep your head down, the datacron hidden in the pocket of your sweatshirt, as you weave through the crowds. Hopefully, you look like you’re just in a rush, rather than that you’re running.

Hopefully.

Anxiety lances through you when you catch a glimpse of the black clad men that mark Palpatine’s assassins, but you’re careful not to run. Running would catch their attention, right?

It takes almost twenty agonizing minutes before you see the first man clad in the black and teal of Gryffin Industries. And then another, and another.

Jesse was right, he really did have his brothers sent out in force.

Carefully, you make a winding path towards one of Jesse’s brothers, and stop in front of one of the men. He ducks his head to look at you, while another man moves to shield you from view. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll be okay when I’m out of this mess.” You reply, your voice shaking.

“Don’t worry. Jesse asked us to keep you safe, and we will.”

And it’s only then that you realize that these two men are Echo and Fives. Jesse’s brothers from the same battalion as him. And, more importantly, a pair of ARC Troopers, just like him.

“Is Jesse here?”

“He’s waiting at Gryffin Industries.” Fives explains, “We have a speeder. Keep your head down. Echo-”

“I see them.” Echo replies, “They haven’t seen her yet. Though they seem to be doing their best to not be seen at all.”

The twins guide you to the speeder, and make sure that you get into the back. The windows have been darkened to the point where no one can see through them.

Echo and Fives climb into the front of the speeder, and they zoom off. You watch through the window as the other men from Gryffin Industries weave through the crowd, seemingly focused on the men who are part of Palpatine’s assassination squad.

And then the Speeder zips high above the market and you’re not able to see anything anymore.

The trip to Gryffin Tower is a lot faster than it took for them to arrive at the market to begin with, although, you’re willing to admit that you were probably wound so tightly, that the time was the same.

Fives pulls the speeder into the garage and brings it to a stop, and your door is flung open almost immediately by the man pacing anxiously near the door.

Jesse stoops to peer into the speeder, his dark eyes scanning your face for any injuries, “Mesh’la,” his sighs out the familiar pet name, “Are you okay?”

You smile weakly, “They didn’t hurt me. Just…scared me, is all.”

He reaches into the speeder to help you out, and immediately folds you into a tight hug, though he casts his gaze towards his brothers, “The assassins?”

“I counted five near the market alone,” Echo admits as he pulls his helmet off, “The others are keeping count of them, Rex’s orders.”

“Well, we’ll figure out where these assassins came from, and then you can go back to work-” Jesse says as he looks down at you.

“...I can’t go back to the senate, Jesse.” You say blankly, “Those assassins belong to Palpatine.”

The three men fall silent, and then Jesse places his hands on your shoulders and he lightly pushes you away, “Cyare, why were you being hunted by assassins?”

You nervously lick your lips, “Well…I heard a conversation I shouldn’t have.” You admit, and then you pull the datacron out of your pocket, “And I copied all of the evidence of Palpatine’s wrongdoing over the last decade.”

Three pairs of eyes lock on the faintly glowing device, and then focus on your face, “Cyare-”

“I wanted to get it to the Jedi. But…” You stick the datacron back in your pocket, “Well, I can’t get there.”

“You are sure that the assassins belong to Palpatine?” You jump at the unfamiliar voice, and then peer around Jesse at the older man walking towards you, “Absolutely positive?”

You nod slowly, “I am. That evidence is on here too.”

The man smiles, “My name is Dre Gryffin, this is my company.” He explains, “And I would very much like to see that evidence.”

“Um…”

“I assure you, we have been working against Palpatine since the start of the war.” Mister Gryffin says quietly, “This evidence will be very helpful.” He holds out his hand for the datacron, and slowly, hesitantly, you place the cube into his hand. “Thank you.”

“She can’t go home-” Jesse says as he lightly squeezes your shoulder.

“No. Of course not. She’ll remain here.” Mister Gryffin replies, “Can you handle things, Jesse?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Echo, Fives. With me, please.”

The twins trail after the older man, and you look up at Jesse, “So…what now?”

“You’ll move in with me.” Jesse replies, “And you’ll be safe, I promise.”

You lean back into him, “I always feel safe when I’m with you, Jesse.” You reply.

“Good.” He lightly kisses the top of your head and then pushes you back so he’s able to brush his lips against yours, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again.”

“Sorry.”

He squeezes your shoulders one more time, and then pulls away to take your hand with his, and he threads his fingers with yours. “You’re forgiven. Thank you for calling me when you realized that you were in danger.”

“I panicked, or I would have called you sooner.” You admit sheepishly.

Jesse sighs and brings your joined hands to his lips, where he presses a light kiss to your fingers, “That’s alright. We’ll let everyone else handle things from now on. No more running from assassins for you, love.”

“I can get behind that.” You reply as the anxious tension, finally, drops from your body and you lean against his side.

Maybe this will make up for all those months of keeping silent. Maybe.

#star wars #tcw #star wars au #Gryffin Industries AU #arc trooper jesse x reader #jesse x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #gn!reader fic

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reading your spicy jaydick headcanons like oomphhh

omega!jason is where its at!! especially jason with a big chest. its your average hard chest until dick starts fucking him and massaging it, and then it becomes softer and softer until he has to wear a during his heat because milk keeps coming through

if you cant tell, i love jason and his toddies

Dick is in the middle of his shift when he gets Jason's text: a pin of Jason's location alongside a series of messages that devolve from suggestive to concerning because Jason refuses to give context and tell Dick what's wrong. 'need u' becomes 'hurry’ becomes 'come alone’ becomes 'when i die again im coming back to haunt your alpha ass where are you'

Considering their pillow talk consists of casework, of course Dick's thoughts make an immediate leap to worst case scenarios. Just a few nights ago when Jason was coming down from his heat, the omega had been running through any number of pending caseloads he had, getting himself back on track from time lost and brushing off Dick's offers to assist because, 'you're welcome in my nest, not my territory, alpha.'

The pin is very much in Jason's territory, but the text is invitation enough, right?

Not that it matters. With little more than a mumble to his partner about how Dick needs to leave, he's grabbing his jacket and keys and jogging, running to get to his bike - to get to Gotham, to get to the Alley and to Jason. Dodging his coworkers as he texts Jason back because 'are you okay?' and 'on my way.’

A part of him wants to send one of their siblings despite Jason’s insistence it can only be Dick. If it's an emergency, if Jason is in danger, any of their siblings could be there faster to help until Dick can get there, himself. If not Tim, then Steph. If not Steph, Duke. Hell, Damian would burn the city down if need be. It's not like they don't have options.

All Dick gets in reply is a cryptic: 'death would be kinder than the mess i'm in rn'

Even through text, Dick picks up on Jason's usual brand of dark, dry humor and sarcasm. It doesn't speak much to Jason's safety or his condition, but whatever the mess is can't be too bad if Jason is texting and being ornery about it all.

Regardless of that assurance, Dick makes a forty minute drive in twenty and tracks Jason to a discreet alley off the main road. The omega has tucked himself away behind a dumpster and with how Jason curls in on himself, arms clutching his front, Dick's heart sinks in fear that Jason has been shot or something equally as terrible.

Dirt and grime be damned, Dick rushes to Jason and kneels in front of him - hands already running over him in a clinically concise check to look for any hurts.

It takes some coaxing, but when Jason lifts his head from his knees Dick startles because oh. Jason's face is flushed. There are actual tears welled up in his eyes, arms drawn around his chest and body curled forward as if to hide himself. It reminds Dick so much of when Jason was younger and despite the circumstances he feels charmed and endeared by the show of vulnerability and how Jason trusts him with it.

"It's okay, I've got you." Dick promises. "Tell me what's wrong."

Jason's upper lip lifts in a snarl and that sweet Robin Dick remembers from a lifetime ago falls away to the omega Dick falls in love with time and again. The vicious snarl wobbles soon enough though, wrought with whatever emotion it is Jason is feeling and then Jason keens with…mortification?

It startles Dick to attention, but what's more surprising is how Jason lowers his hands and - and - and-

Jason's top is soaked through. Wet with...

Dick swallows thickly. He can't stop staring. There's not a thought in his alpha brain besides how his omega is milking.

He starts to smile despite the circumstances and Jason smacks him for it, bemoaning Dick and his incessant kneading of Jason's tits and how this is all Dick's fucking fault. Fucking knothead alpha!

'It's natural!' Dick defends while shrugging off his jacket to wrap over Jason's shoulders and give the omega a sense of modesty and security.

But Dick really is a fucking knothead alpha. Discreet as he tries to be, he tries to smell the milk and Jason growls at him, too embarrassed to deal with Dick's antics in that moment because this has never happened before.

And Dick can't help himself again, he preens a bit. Taking pride in himself as an alpha and laughing when Jason slaps at him.

"Sorry, sorry," Dick apologizes, pulling Jason in for a hug to comfort him. The omega settles against him, but grumbles all the while, a constant rumble of displeasure over the inconvenience. Dick rubs his hand along Jason's back and kisses the side of his head, smiling brightly as he heaves a sigh, "Fuck, I was scared you were hurt."

"My pride is hurt." Jason complains and as an afterthought whines, "And my tits are so fucking tender."

"I can - " Dick starts.

Jason nips him and growls, "Not a fucking chance. You've had your fun, alpha."

"Fun's just starting, omega." Dick promises, nipping Jason's ear back in retaliation before pressing a kiss to Jason's cheek and resting their foreheads together. Nuzzling gently to soothe Jason's riled nerves. "Let's get you back to your nest first though, huh?"

#dickjay #jaydick #omegaverse #anon you've got fine taste #nothing better than some hot toddies

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mochiimadness · 10 months

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I LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT THE MOMENT I DISCOVERED IT.

and if you're open for requests, can you maybe do a ROTTMNT Leo x reader?

It's where April(my queen) has a bestfriend who is also a mutant(which she doesn't know) A kitsune mutant perhaps? Reader went to visit April and unfortunately got into a sticky situation 😔 but ofc reader can fight.

It was when April received a message late from reader saying they got into trouble

So they went to rescue her purrr

But all they encountered was a Mutant fighting one of the member of the Foot clan

👀and Leo was amazed by her.

(It's corny I know, and if you're not interested or uncomfortable with my request. You can completely ignore it! ♥️) - from a queer reader☕

The city lights shone brightly in the night, practically lighting up every corner of New York city- well, nearly every corner. You had been on your way to meet up with your best friend, April O'Neil, at her apartment. Unfortunately, instead of enjoying the nice, chill walk to her place, you had been dragged into a bit of a tight spot.

Having decided to cut through an alley way to get to her apartment quicker, you'd rounded the corner and stopped short at the sight of a foot clan operation. A few grunt ninjas carried boxes containing who knows what from what seemed to be the fire exit of a ... paper shop?? (Ah, it was probably paper in those boxes then.) Into the back of a rather fortified looking vehicle.

Among the foot soldiers stood a bulky man, barking out orders to "Hurry up and load these boxes, we have places to be!" at the soldiers. A bright mystic flame hovered above his head, casting light onto the orange foot print in the center in his face. Had someone stepped in orange paint and kicked him??

Just as the leader looking dude started to turn his head in your direction, you dove behind a dumpster to avoid being seen- just barely hiding in time. Digging into your pocket, you yanked your phone out and shot a quick message to April saying you had gotten into some trouble. Whatever this was, you knew you would be late and did not want your friend to come looking for you and run into this. Just as you finished typing and hit send, a large shadow loomed over you. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Looking back over your shoulder, you flashed a toothy grin in your best attempt to seem nonchalant. "Uh, hi? Just inspecting this dumpster here, yup- seems perfectly fine so I'm just gonna head out-" you said, cringing at the obvious lie (what- you had to say something-) and jumping to your feet to make a break for it.

A large hand grabbed you by the back of your collar and yanked you back before you could make your escape. "Hey, we got some more dumpsters back here that you need to check. Can't have any loose ends, right?" The foot leader said, snapping his fingers to get the other soldiers attention. They dropped the boxes (some looking rather relieved to drop the boxes they had been carrying), each pulling out varying weapons and stalking closer to the two of you.

At this, you reached up to grip at your cloaking device, lips pulling back into a grimace- your teeth looking noticeably... sharper compared to your grin from earlier. "Yeah, I guess you're right." You sighed, before yanking the device off, magic looking mist enveloping you in a bright flash.

~~~

"Guy's we've gotta go!" April shouted, barging into the lair with her phone held high. The turtles looked up from around the lounge, faces stuffed full of pizza. Raph was the first to pipe up, swallowing his pizza down quickly and jumping to his feet.

"What's wrong? A break in? Is Mayhem in trouble again??" The red masked turtle asked, stepping over his brothers to meet April halfway.

"What? No- look my friends in danger. We were supposed to meet up but she just sent me this message saying she got into trouble! We gotta go!" April said, shoving her phone towards the others to show them your message (which specifically told April not to come help).

"I'm sure they're fine, they probably just ran into New York's famous traffic or something." Donnie hummed dismissively after reading your message, taking another bite out of his slice of pizza. April and Raph turned towards him with a glare, to which he turned away from.

"Well, April says we gotta go, so let's go just in case." Leo piped up, rising to his feet and stretching briefly. "And if it's nothing, she can buy us another pizza." He sent a grin towards April before grabbing Donnie and Mikey to haul them up- each hurrying to finish their last slices.

April rolled her eyes at this but turned and rushed out of the lair. "Yeah, yeah, deal- let's just go already!"

~~~

When April had told them about her friend being in possible danger, Leo had expected a mugging at most. Or maybe even some minor mutant trouble- after all, there were still several mutant silverfish on the loose.

What he hadn't been expecting was several foot clan soldiers sprinting out of an alley- screaming.

"Eough boy- this definitely isn't nothing." He grimaced, glancing at his brothers and April as they each pulled out their weapons. "We should probably hurry-"

"No kidding!" April interrupted, readying her bat and charging into the alley.

"Wait- shouldn't we- oh forget it." Leo started, before lifting his katanas and rushing after April- only to skid to a stop right beside her.

There, further in the alley, was a giant fox fighting Foot Brute- and winning. There were several other soldiers scattered around the alley, most unconscious- some scrambling to get up and run away. The foot brute himself was yelling in panic, attempting to block several powerful looking hits from the fox's tails-

Multiple tails.

Mouth agape in shock at the sight, he glanced at April. "By any chance- did your friend say anything about a giant fox mutant?" He asked, turning his gaze back to follow the fox's- admittedly impressive- attacks.

April shook her head, glancing around in search of you. "Nope- definitely no fox mutant mention-" She paused, spotting your cloaking device and bending down to snatch it up.

"Kitsune." Donnie corrected, pulling out his phone to take a quick photo of the mythical creature- for documentary reasons, of course. "That's an actual real life kitsune!" The flash of Donnie's camera going off caught the attention of the kitsune and Foot Brute- both whipping their heads around to see where it came from.

Leo watched as the kitsune locked its gaze on April, freezing for a moment in what looked like a mix of surprise and exasperation, before seemingly remembering it had just been in the middle of a fight. Whipping its head back around to face Foot Brute, it dodged a rather powerful punch with ease before spinning to slam its tails into the brute.

And he went flying.

"Woah-!" Leo jumped back in shock, watching the foot brute sail over their heads and land with a loud crash. A glance around showed that his brothers and April were in equal states of shock- a single hit from those tails was enough to send a mystic powered brute of a man flying like a softball!

Looking back at the kitsune, Leo stared in a mix of awe and slight fear as it walked towards them slowly. "Uh... we don't want any trouble- just looking for her friend." He said, smiling nervously. He could actually feel his heart rate speeding up the more as the creature got closer (though, he wasn't sure if it was just out of fear).

It was beautiful- each of its tails were raised, looking as though they were flowing in invisible wind or water and seemingly harmless (he might have believed them to be, had he not just seen them literally send one of their enemies flying)

Not to mention, its fur was reflecting the city's lights- shimmering slightly in a way that seemed magical. Surely there must have been some mystic element, Leo had never seen a creature's fur shine like that naturally.

Leo snapped out of his train of thought when April waved slightly, the girl stepping back and slowly raising her bat. "Yeah uh- haven't seen her, have you?" She asked, half expecting the kitsune to charge at them.

Instead, it paused with a roll of its eyes and sighed loudly. "Yeah actually- pretty sure I told you not to come, April."

Everyone's jaw dropped at that.

~~~

Plucking your cloaking device from April's hand with careful claws, you fixed it back onto your person. Mystic mist enveloped you for a moment, before revealing your 'human' form to April and her... friends?

April sputtered for a moment, gesturing at you and blinking rapidly before throwing her hands in the air (narrowly missing a turtle with her bat). "Excuse me- hello?! When were you gonna tell me you're a fox-"

"Kitsune."

"- kitsune mutant!?" She asked, correcting herself.

You shrugged at that, chuckling nervously. "I wasn't really planning on telling you- but you weren't going to tell me you had mutant friends either, were you!?" You pointed out, gesturing broadly at the four turtles. The one with the blue mask was staring rather hard at you. Raising an eyebrow at him, he quickly looked away.

Well, that wasn't awkward at all.

April cleared her throat, "Well- uh, yeah you got me there." She admitted, rubbing the back of her neck briefly before smiling at you. "You looked cool, by the way! Where'd you learn to fight like that?"

You glanced around the alley way littered with several foot soldiers- some of them starting to stir. "I'll tell you about it later- we should probably get out of here before they wake up."

"You can come to our place!" the blue masked turtle blurted, voice a little too high. Everyone looked at him in varying degrees of surprise. He cleared his throat at this and put on a rather winning smile. "I mean, if you want to. Any friend of April's is a friend of ours, right guys?"

His red clad brother nodded in agreement. "Yeah- plus, you just took out a bunch of those foot guys no problem- and you're a mutant. That gives ya the all clear in my book!" He turned towards a manhole cover, and gestured at it. "C'mon, we'll lead the way."

You smiled at this, beginning to follow after them. "Thanks that sounds pretty good, I appreciate it."

While waiting for them to move the manhole cover, you noticed the blue clad turtle step beside you.

Waving, he flashed you a bright- slightly nervous looking, smile. "Hey, I'm Leo, by the way." He greeted, sticking his hand out towards you. "You looked pretty awesome fighting out there."

You returned the smile, reaching out to hold his hand and shake it as you told him your name. "Thanks, cool swords." You added, glancing at the katanas strapped to his shell.

Leo spun around slightly to give you a better look at them. "Thanks- maybe you can try them out sometime, if you could teach me some of those moves you were doing?" He offered.

You blinked in surprise, pausing for a moment before grinning. "Sure, sounds like fun." You agreed, taking him up on that offer. Who knows, he seemed like a chill dude- it could be fun. Plus, the smile he gave you at that was admittedly pretty cute.

With that, Leo stepped aside to let you go down into the sewer before him, reaching a hand out to help you in.

How sweet!

Hey! I hope you enjoyed, sorry for the super long wait!

This ended up being way longer than I thought it would be. I don't usually write long one shots, so I hope it turned out alright!

Updated and edited as of February 16th, 2024

#my writing #rottmnt #neon leon #rottmnt x reader #tmnt #tmnt x reader #rise leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rise of the tmnt x reader

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year

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|| Bad Taste ||

Matt Murdock x female reader (& tiny bit of Frank Castle, this is part of what I'm calling my Strawberryverse series 😅🍓 check it out on my masterlist hoes!)

Tags/warnings: degradation so please turn around and do not read if you're not into that! Matt is a bit mean in this one, biting, mocking, p in v unprotected sex (wrap in RL!), aftercare.

Author's note: wonder what those other secrets could be huh? HUH?!

"...and you think you're going to catch up to me with my fifteen minute head start?"

"Darling, I know I'm going to catch you."

You smile nervously, the anticipation of the imminent chase already fizzling through your body and you know he can sense it.

"Sounds overly confident but, whatever." You shrug, pretending to come off as nonchalant, grabbing your jacket and keys and heading towards the door. "And make sure you're saying your 'mississippis' properly before you come after me…"

Matt just grins, flicking open the latch on the chest in a way that has you biting on your lip.

"Don't you worry about me, sweetheart. You better get going… "

You run out the door, starting the timer on your watch before you bolt down the stairs two at a time, knowing exactly where you were going and how you were going to get there without Matt picking up your trail too easily. Both Matt and Frank were keen to have you practice various skills with them just in case you ever had to run for some reason and got separated. They were adamant of course that it would never happen, and they'd always be there to take care of you but it didn't hurt to be prepared and besides, you enjoyed training with them more and more…

As soon as you get out of the apartment building, you circle the block and weave a figure eight around the next two to throw him off. Scent was the big giveaway. You always washed with the unscented soap anyway but little did he know that you had plotted with Frank to leave a change of clothes at a couple of pre agreed locations. You laughed to yourself as you ducked and dived through variously stinking smelling alleyways and fragrant restaurants to confuse and mask Matt's ability to track you down with the enhanced sense.

The fifteen minutes were over much quicker than you had thought as you reached the first bag drop, the duffel hidden behind the dumpster of a bar where you snuck inside to speedily change in the toilets. You took off your own clothes, stuffing them inside the bag and pulled on one of Frank's old t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. You were trying your absolute best to stay cool and calm. The less stressed and excited you were, the harder it would be for him to pick up your trail, but you couldn't help the way your skin broke out in goosebumps as you stashed the bag back in its hiding place and took off down the street to the next point, always looking over your shoulder and glancing up at the rooftops as you went.

There was a light warm drizzle in the air, even better you thought smugly, it would dampen down your path more. After ten minutes of darting through crowds on main streets and then cutting through the park, you reached the site of the second bag. This one was bound to throw him off.

The view from the rooftop where you stopped for a quick breather was something spectacular, almost half the city laid out, small and twinkling before you. You shook your focus back, but it was too late.

"Matty," you gasp, as he silently slips his arms around you from behind. You hadn't even reached your final hiding place and he'd found you already.

You could feel almost every solid inch of him all in black, pressing against you. One arm slung around your waist and the other braced across your chest, his fingers splaying over your throat and jaw, holding you firm but not too tightly.

"Thought you'd be faster." You remark.

He scoffs. "You're getting better, but don't push it."

You wiggle your ass back against his groin, smirking as he roughly clears his throat. "What if I want to?"

"Careful." you noted the dark flavour to the word. The game had changed.

He presses his nose into the nape of your neck and inhales deeply. "Mm, you smell like him. Bet you thought you were being clever."

"I was."

Matt's grip tightens. "Oh angel, you should know better."

"Maybe I do…"

You shiver as the kiss of his soft lips is soon surpassed by edge of his teeth grazing over the juncture of your neck and shoulder, his voice dropping ridiculously low. "And, you're wearing my clothes…"

You choke down a moan as the graze turns to a nip, pinching and pulling the skin before his tongue laves over the heated redness. "You know what that does to me."

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry as a desert, between your legs was anything but. "Maybe I do."

He shoves you forward and you catch yourself on the edge of the wall with your hands, bracing yourself as Matt hooks his fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants and yanks them down and off over your shoes. Oh. Yes, that's what it does to him.

"Oh, no panties? It's no wonder I could smell you all the way across the city." He kicks his boot in between your feet making you shuffle them further apart. "Spread your legs, that's a good girl."

Your eyes almost roll back in your head as you hear the quiet but unmistakable sound of his zipper, his hand is warm, placed on the small of your arched back while the other smacks his cock against the swell of your ass.

"It's almost like you wanted me to catch you." He purrs, gliding the hard, swollen tip through your glistening folds. You instinctively push back, aching for him to sheath himself inside, but he holds you in place, content just to tease.

Matt smirks and smiles hearing how you whimper pitifully for him as he circles and rubs his cock around your clit and then presses the tip at your entrance, but no more.

"Hm, it's just like how you teased me sweetie, had me running in circles to get to you. It's only fair."

You huff in frustration. "Matt, please."

When he lines up and thrusts inside you up to the hilt your legs almost give out.

"How's the view?" He asks the question so casually, like he's not scooping an arm around your middle, holding you to him as he slowly drags his cock almost all the way out before punching back in forcefully making you yelp.

"It's- oh god, it's…" the words won't come, he feels too fucking good, he's giving you exactly what you needed from him. You let your head fall back and lean against his shoulder, reaching behind and trailing your hand down to trace the edge of his mask. Your fingers drag over his full lips and he licks them into his mouth, catching them on his teeth and sucking as you pull them out.

"Fuck, Matt…"

"Does Frank know your little game? Does he know you're not even taking our training seriously?" You shake your head pathetically as he keeps plowing into you. "That all his pampered princess wants is to get her needy little pussy fucked?"

"Oh goddd…" you're halfway gone and you know he's barely started. He rucks up the shirt you're wearing, his large hands cupping your breasts, half-gloved fingers pulling and twisting at your peaked and sensitive nipples making you moan out into the night sky.

"Look at you sweetie, Daddy's favourite cock-drunk slut so desperate for attention. You know he's gonna ask me how you did, if you're getting better," Matt slides a hand down your stomach and between your legs to play with you, spreading your slick wet essence over and around your swollen clit, focusing on the movement and pressure that makes you shake and struggle in his hold.

"...and you know what i'll tell him?"

You gasp and shake your head again, lolling it back against him as he stokes your desire into an intense inferno.

"That you're a dirty, shameless, depraved fuck toy, just begging to be used." He punctuates each adjective with hard thrusts that have you ruining your nails clawing against the brick to stop from falling forward. "Am I right?" he asks, but he's not even looking for an answer, knowing that every word is pulling you apart, making you weak and crave more of this humiliation. Nonetheless, he grips your hair, twisting his wrist and pulling your ear toward his lips.

"Answer me, sweetheart." He growls, flooding your body with heat and slick and coaxing a wavering moan from your pretty throat.

He releases your hair and settles his grip around your neck, stilling the movement of his hips. "Slut." He whispers it sinfully, he knows it's not something he should be calling you but in that moment he groans, lips crooking up in a snarl as he feels you squeezing him from the inside in reaction to the degrading name.

"Oh you like that, desperate little bitch."

You whine, you don't know what else you can do but let the sharpness of this double-edged sword sink into you, drawing its sweet rivers of blood out. You were the one holding the whetstone after all.

He resumes fucking you, slower than before but with strokes so deep and full you're not sure how you're going to get back down off this rooftop when he's done with you. You lean forward over the top of the wall, forced by his hand between your shoulder blades, the change in angle making your eyes glaze over as your mouth drops open so your repeated cries of pleasure have somewhere to go.

Matt's beginning to lose control, smacking his palm down on your ass hard before he pulls out and grabs your arm, picking you up and hauling you to the door at the opposite side. You grasp at the skintight black shirt that does nothing to hide his strength as he manhandles you against the cool metal of the door, hiking your leg up and wrapping it around him as he sinks back inside you. His lips meet your own for the first time that day and it's far from pretty. Teeth tug and scrape at each other's lips and tongue, the riot of what you would never call kisses muffling the mess of other sounds that are assaulting Matt's ears - the creaking of the door as he seemingly tries to fuck you through it, the slick wet squelch of your pussy, and the breathless nonsensical pleas from you, all pushing him further and harder from grace.

"Fuck kitten, I'm gonna fill you up, is that what you want?"

Your eyes are so tightly closed, you're barely able to hang on to him with the way he's rutting into you so hard, yet you manage to nod weakly against him, moaning long and loud as he calls you out again.

"Filthy whore."

He presses the dirty words into your heated skin, gasoline on the already raging fire within you.

"My fucking perfect little slut… that's right angel, my dirty fucking girl."

You feel his teeth break the skin. It's just on the border of too much and just right. He's never been so wicked and wild with you before, mocking but so possessive and so you let go with a cry, arching and writhing within his grip, making good on his promise as he spills deep into you with a deep feral grunt, the motion of his thrusts unforgiving, unceasing until you're both entirely spent.

When he lets you down you almost drop to your knees but he catches you, the fleeting thought of letting you clean him up put away for another time. He pushed you hard this time and the last thing he wants is to push you away. He pulls off the mask letting it fall to the floor as he assesses you.

"Are you alright? Sweetheart, m'sorry if I hurt you." He tips your chin up gently with his fingers and you blearily smile, the soft caress of his lips on your cheek a warm and comforting contrast to the torrid minutes before.

"You could never hurt me, Matt."

Once he's satisfied you're okay, he retrieves your discarded clothes and helps you dress after he tucks himself away. He holds you close in at his side, half carrying you back home where he runs you a bath, treating you like a princess until you hear Frank getting back.

He knocks on the door and sticks his head round, greeted with the tender view of Matt washing your hair. "Alright if I come in?"

"Hi Frankie." you purr appreciatively as he pecks you on the lips, and you feel Matt sweep your hair forward to hide the purpling mark at the side of your neck.

"So how'd it go," he aimed at Matt. "our girl show you a thing or two?"

"She sure did." Matt replies, carefully massaging the shampoo suds into your scalp.

"I thought it went really well, even if he did catch up to me" you added, humming contentedly as Matt's fingers work their magic. "I'm getting better, faster too."

Frank grins at you as he cuffs Matt playfully on the side of his jaw. "S'that so? Great job darlin', bet you're tired huh? How 'bout you come 'n cuddle up with me when you're done, yeah? Wanna hear all about it."

When Frank leaves the bathroom Matt leans over you, pulling your hair aside to lick and kiss over the bite. "Our little secret." He breathes against your ear, helping you up out of the tub and wrapping you in a huge fluffy towel.

"Mm, Matty…" your fingers brush lightly over the bruise. "are there any other secrets you'd like to share with me?"

Matt pulls you into his embrace with a grin. "Oh angel yes, but all in good time."

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if tumblr eats this, i will personally get Very Serious. (threat)

here's raphala's role in the saga through my brainstormin'! i hope you do enjoy my little poetic tidbits here n there - - i'm unfairly (/lh) hooked on the dumpster child contatenation jsjsj

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

raph ❤

Raph, who worries that his hulking stature will frighten you even further when you arrive at the Lair and into their lives.

Raph, who has to subdue his quickly surfacing anger when he spots all the wounds you're mottled with; not just physically, but mentally. No child's eyes should be so dim.

Raph, who swears on all that he is, has, and will ever be that he will protect you.

Raph, who has the final decision in what to do with you; he wanted to take you in just as much as his siblings did, no doubt about it! But ultimately, it was your choice. So, with crossed arms and a set expression, he resolutes the discussion. All they had to do was wait for you.

Raph, who glares at Leo and Mikey arguing over preparing your meal in the kitchen as April and Donnie lead you into the living area, and snips at them to cut it out and hurry it up, they're COMING!

Raph, who gives you one of his stuffies in hopes that it will bring you a comfort they somehow wouldn't be able to provide, and grins brighter than the sun when you accept it with a small "thank you, mister" instead of cowering away from him like he half-expected you to.

Raph, who doesn't try to hide the thumping of his tail behind him, the sound of it echoing through the living area when you agree to stay with them, even if you seemed hesitant — that just makes him want to protect you all the more.

Something in his chest warmed as he gazed at your small figure, something like pride and recognition. His ninpo seemed to glow for just that moment. Whatever this was, it ran deeper than all of them primarily recognized. You ran deep past surface level. And despite everything, he was okay with that.

Raph, who – even when you're fairly settled in – walks on eggshells around you, on-edge at the intrusive thoughts that he may somehow hurt you. Always treating you gently, as if you were made of glass. You were a barely sprouted flower bud, a lot like one of his more delicate plushies. Something— someone to be treated with care.

Raph, who positively blanks and sputters at your upfront [yet wonderfully respectful] attitude when you confront him out of the blue one day about this wrong, to right. You make him realize that he's not going to hurt you.

The whole clan is remarkably gentle with you but Raphie's really the only one who treats you as significantly fragilely as he does— maybe it was more significant given that he was an actual giant but. To you? It was no different from the way your own father used to hold and protect you. Protect you from every bad thing if he could help it. But he protected you from other things. Outside dangers. Ranging from the monsters in your closet to the sketchy dudes that hung around too close at the park and falling debris caused by rampaging evil chewed-up bubblegum robot aliens. Raph? Raph was 'protecting' you from himself. Raph wasn't a monster. —and in your young, passionate eyes, it isn’t fair! Not to you, and certainly not to him.

Realistically, you know he’s just being cautious; you weren’t stupid. Far from it, incidentally. And maybe you were a little more wary around him first time round, but then. You got to know him. You spent time with him. He was so, so kind to you. He made you feel safe. They all did.

–but Papa Raphie was different too. Just that little bit.

He deserves to take up space, you rant on —arms gripping the very plushie he had gifted you the day you met— he's just fine the way he is, he can relax. He was here long before you came around, so. So- so he can do whatever he wants! He doesn’t have to act like that! You want him to be comfortable, whether it be around you or not, and you’d rather not see him finally keel over backwards just because you decided to stand close to him! He was just right and needed to act like it! … Please?

Raph may have given you a wobbly smile and hearty laugh, rubbed your head and agreed wholesomely, if only a bit taken aback, before taking you and the rest of the gang out for pizza. But don't be fooled! He wept real crocodile (BAHAHAAAA ) tears that night. He didn’t know who you were or where you came from quickly remedied by Donnie’s nosy techie self and his myriad of specific tracking apps, more of less which would be considered illegal in most places , but he felt it. You were just right too. Here, with them? It was just right. And he was mighty fine with that.

Raph, who carries you and will let you lead him around whenever and wherever you please!!; he'll read you bedtime stories while you rest on his chest because the deep rumble of his voice lulls you to sleep; he immediately recognizes if/when you (are) get(ting) overwhelmed and takes charge to ensure your comfort so you can have a moment to yourself; needlessly said— he spoils you absolutely rotten.

. . . but he also gazes on with pride and fondness as you stay true, humble, and respectful to a fault. You truly were a good kid.

Raph, who is just about ready to utilize any and every dangerous aspect of his mutated being when you're put in the slightest compromised situation. He'll snap and snarl and roar at any and every potential threat, then when all is said and done, will turn back to you with a warm smile and serene gaze. Head pats and snuggles galore.

He's terrifying. Try him. He dares you.

But what's so great about him is that he can do both. He can turn and defend you from every evil thing (and teach you how to hold your own as well! He knows he won't be there forever) just as well as he can scoop you up in his arms and cradle you in an all-encompassing hug, murmuring sweet comfort and promises all the same, if only to lift your downed spirits. As much as the thought that he won't be around to shield you from everything forever pains him, he knows it's inevitable, and he knows just how brightly you shine. You will thrive, with them and then all on your own. He doesn't want to stifle that.

He'll always be with you, he murmurs into your hairline. Papa will always be right here for you. Your family will always be here for you, okay?

Raph, who cries and squeezes you in one of the safest, tightest, warmest, biggest hugs of your life when you surprise him with an adorable plushie that you sewed all by yourself for the holidays! ((Father’s Day, Valentine’s Day, or his Birthday/Mutation Day - you pick whatever you like! ;3 ))

… Well, the others might have helped a bit a ton but it was your idea! He loves you so, so much.

Raph, who's prime Mama Bear material when it comes to you. You're his precious cinnamon bun who could do no wrong!! . . . But when you do make those oopsies from time to time because we’re not perfect and make mistakes and that’s okay 😌, Raph’s the one you think of right after April.

He instills very strong principles in you early on; you already have such an unshakeable sense of justice with a nigh-unbreakable spirit to match, so he doesn’t have to do much. He's there to gently but firmly correct any minor misbehavior and give you that strong shoulder to lean on when you need it.

Arguably, he's one of the main reasons your sense of justice is even more solidified, and you carry his lessons long after you grow up and venture out and become your own person. He adores how strong you are. Tough, playful, and unique, you never fail to make him proud. And yet you're never too old or "cool" (as they like to gently tease) for Papa Raph to love and dote on.

You love and dote on him too, and he tears up at the wonder of how they were blessed with a miracle such as you.

"Raphie loves you, little one. You know that, right? . . . Yeah, that's what I thought. Cheeky little slugger."

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*bawls in desperate need for a bear hug from raphie*

₍ᐢ . ̫.ᐢ₎♡₍ᐢ. ̫ .⑅ᐢ₎ CEEEJEEEE BAEBAYYYYY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!! tell me your thoughts i need them like a good piece of buttered toast :3 (/hj)

ITS THE WAY I CRIED WHILE READING THIS /GEN

raph would treat you as if you were a piece of expensive art work !!! he’d treat you as if you were the mona lisa (hahah see what i did there) and protect you with all his might !!!

he keeps the plushy you made him with him at all times. he carries it with his weapons and always gives it a light squeeze before going out on patrol or fighting.

raph is just the best father figure to you and you utterly adore him !!!

#rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #raph x reader #rise raph x reader #rise raph #kid reader

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ultraericthered · 2 months

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One Villainous Scene: When Love Is Gone

As Valentine's Day is the day of love, my Valentine's gift is not one but two One Villainous Scenes featuring love as the central theme, one leaning on the darkly comical side, the other on just plain dark.

This would be the latter. From the excessive amount of featuring he got in promotion and marketing forToy Story 3, it was clear in 2010 that Lotso Huggin' Bear was one of the film's most major characters, and that they likely had a lot to hide from the audience concering him given how little we were really seeing from him aside from his debut scene. The most common guess was "Lotso is actually the villain!", and....yeah, that turned out correct. It wasn't much a surprise, as it got outed in Lotso's second scene. What turned out to be the real surprise was the extent to which Lotso was a villain. No one was prepared for just how dark, how vile, and how cruel a villain he'd be.

This scene comes right at the climactic point of the film. Woody and the rest of Andy's toys think they're free from Sunnyside Daycare when down comes Lotso and his gang, having tortured their escape plan out of Chatter. Lotso mocks the notion that the toys want to leave Sunnyside to go back to their kid, who "don't want them no more." Woody decrying this statement as a lie prompts the still smug and self-assured Lotso to challenge him "If your kid loves you so much, why is he leavin'? You think you're special, cowboy? You're a piece of plastic! You were made to be thrown away!" There's actually an undercurrent of irritation at Woody when Lotso says this, like it really does bother him that the sheriff would have the gall to believe he's loved enough by his owner to be held in higher regard that your average toy, and never be discarded the way toys so often are.

"Speak of the devil", the garbage truck slowly begins to come down the lane, so Lotso proposes his ultimatum: come back to Sunnyside and be complacent with their stations in communal life together, or get thrown in the dumpster to be picked up by the garbage truck. But then not only do Jessie and Barbie tell him off rather than be shaken by his threats, but Ken, one of his own chief lackeys, comes to stop him from throwing Barbie away and advocates for structural reform to Sunnyside from the dictatorship Lotso's made of it over the years. Note that at this point in the story, we have never seen Lotso get angry. We saw him snap in his backstory, but in the present day events, he has remained mentally fettered, cheerfully authoritative, and in total control at all times. At Ken's show of care for Barbie, Lotso gets even more aggrivated than he was at Woody mere seconds ago, to the point of hurling him across the dumpster to where Stretch and Andy's toys are, and then while his smugness returns as Ken makes his plea, he again dispalys visible anger and displeasure as he argues against the idea that he's the problem with Sunnyside. "I didn't throw you away, your kid did! Ain't one kid ever loved a toy really! Chew on that while you're in the dump!" His mind is made up, and he turns to leave his victims to their coming fate.

"Wait! What about Daisy?" Comes Woody's voice from behind him, and you could almost hear a pin drop at this part. At first Lotso denies knowing what Woody's talking about so as to not expose any of his covered past to his minions, but when Woody presses the matter, the bear claims "and then she threw us out." "No" Woody counters, "she loved you." "She replaced us!" snaps Lotso, prompting Woody to scald him with the truth. "She replaced YOU. And if you couldn't have her, no one could! You LIED to Big Baby and you've been lying ever since!" Woody throwing over Big Baby's heart pin that Daisy wrote her name on is accompanied by more truth that Lotso doesn't want to hear: Daisy loved Lotso as much as a kid could ever love a toy, and it was due to that love for her Lotso Huggin' Bear that her parents bought a replacement Lotso for her after her first one got left behind. Much as she might've also liked Chuckles and Big Baby, only Lotso mattered that much to her that she'd immediately need him back. As a human, she had no way of viewing the Lotsos as their own, different and distinct sentient beings: she just loved Lotso as a toy. Therefore, it was Lotso who ultimately showed he never truly loved Daisy enough to value her happiness over his own, and his friendship with Chuckles and Big Baby proved just as fleeting, as he lied about all three of them having gotten replaced to Big Baby and made Chuckles, who'd seen otherwise, swear to uphold this lie.

But what comes next is the real telling bit. Lotso just screams at Woody "She NEVER loved me!", but Big Baby can only start to cry as he looks down at the heart with his ex-owner's name written on it. At the single utterance of "Mama", Lotso's last thread snaps. "What, you want your mommy back? She NEVER LOVED YOU! DON'T BE SUCH A BABY!" And what's striking is the parallel we can draw to the backstory where Lotso first saw he'd been replaced and snapped. To hammer in his lie to Big Baby, he'd said "She don't love you no more!" Notice that phrasing: "no more", signifying that Lotso did believe that Daisy had sincerely loved the three toys but felt like by not going back for them and even replacing him, she'd shown she'd stopped loving them. The love had been passing and transcactional on the kid's end. But the phrasing in this scene is different: she NEVER loved me, and she NEVER loved you. So over time, Lotso stopped believing that the love and affection he'd been shown by his kid was ever genuine. He stopped believing love truly existed, least of all in the hearts of human toy owners, hence "Ain't one kid ever loved a toy really." In his denial that Daisy ever truly loved him, Lotso forgot what the love felt like, and in turn forgot what it was like to love. His ever hardened heart knows only sorrow, frustration, hatred, and pain. When he established his tyrannical rule over Sunnyside, for all his talk of being a happy found family and "no owners means no heartbreak", he had no good intentions behind any of what he's done: he lives his life as a toy perpetually hurting on the inside, and figured that how much less hurt he could feel could only be measured by how much more he could hurt others.

And worst of all, Lotso reveals here that at his now rotten core, he's also a nihilist. Demanding Andy's toys and Ken get pushed into the dumpster and slugging Big Baby with his cane, he rants furiously that toys should not go thinking for themselves, as "We're all just TRASH waitin' to be THROWN AWAY! That's all a toy is!" With Ned Beaty's voice acting sounding totally deranged with rage and almost on the verge of choking up, Lotso loudly declares that he believes nothing in a toy's life truly matters if toys are all made to ultimately meet the end of being thrown out with the trash, and so he values nothing. Not life, not love or friendship, not even himself. In his mind, he exists in a "every toy for themselves" reality, and so if he can't navigate through it by the empowering self-determination of putting himself on top of others and securing that power by pushing others ever further down beneath him, then he might as well not exist at all....for what else then would he even exist as except a piece of disposable garbage?

Lotso is a strikingly dark, twisted character to come out of this franchise, who asserts himself as truly evil by his world's standards. He's such an absolute monster that we can feel nothing but satisfied glee and relief when Big Baby goes full Darth Vader on his fuzzy, strawberry-scented ass, picking him up and hurling him into the dumpster, then closing the lid down on him against his protests. You get what you deserve, Lotso....and not even for the last time either!

OK, here's the "Where's your kid now, Sheriff?" scene since that's no doubt the Losto villainous scene that comes to most minds. This one features the entire legendary sequence, including the well-deserved fate worse than the Caterpillar Room that Lotso ends up meeting.

#One Villainous Scene #Disney #Pixar #Toy Story 3 #Lotso Huggin Bear

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