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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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omg the way every inch makes me drool idk what u did to me i haven’t been the same since 😃 ur so talented i owe u my kidney for that fic alone ! would ever consider part two?? no pressure !!!

EVERY INCH 2

2200 words, m!ghostface x f!reader

follows Every Inch. NEXT: Every inch 3

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A/N: He's never unmasked. He is night walks coded. Thank you for all the love on my first Ghostface fic. This was a "one shot fail" because of your engagement & enthusiasm. WARNINGS: I8+ piv, noncon, he calls himself daddy, voyeurism, dirty talk, masturbation, knifeplay, hair pulling, manhandling, choking kinda, degradation, pet names. NO USE OF Y/N.

SUMMARY: Last time you saw ghostface, he was unconscious from the car wreck and you had your way with him. Now, he's coming to take what's his.

You've put Ghostface behind you, at least in terms of fearing for your life. He's finally left you alone. He must be too humiliated to face you after you restrained him and had your way with him in the car while he was passed out. You still look at the picture you took every day. You'd like to get it printed and stick it on your bathroom mirror. He looks so pathetic with his own mess all over his robe. But it's not just the humiliation you love to see. It's his cock. . .

Yeah, his cock. You've thought about it more than a few times. He would've given you every inch. All you had to do was ask. And the video of him whimpering? You save that for special occasions. Like when you need to cum in a hurry.

It's Friday night and you're lying in bed after getting home from seeing a movie. You make sure your vibrator is charged before you start reading, but soon enough you get distracted. You're looking at your video of Ghostface coming all over himself when a call pops up on the screen. No ringtone. Your phone is still on silent from the theater.

The restricted number still makes your heart jump even after such an empowering victory. But you rip the bandaid off and answer it on the first ring. "Hello?"

"So... how'd you like the movie?" the voice changer asks you.

You panic and hang up, but when he calls right back, you answer again. "This isn't funny, whoever you are."

"You know it's me, baby. You feel it in your. . . pants."

"What do you want?"

"I asked how you liked the movie."

Friday night. Lucky guess. You know he’s not going to let it go, so you might as well answer. You’re not going to give him the satisfaction of acting aghast that he knows what you did tonight. "Fine, I liked it. It was fun,” you say dismissively.

"Picked a bad time to refill your drink. . . Missed a great kill."

Your heart jumps. ". . .you were there?" The theater wasn't even that crowded. How could he go undetected? Surely you would have recognized something about a man you rode into oblivion.

He's bemused. "What, you thought I was gone? Nowhere?”

"wishful thinking," you reply.

Ghostface says, “Oh, we both know what you really wish for. . .”

You’re not even going to argue.

“How was your date?"

"How was yours with your hand?" You retort.

"You didn't look interested.”

"What, are you gonna ask me out?" Your face heats up as you hear your own words.

"Not tonight. 'Cause you've got a date with that toy and my picture, don't ya?”

You freeze.

He taunts, "Want a third wheel?"

You ask, "How long have you been watching me?"

"Never stopped, sugar." You feel like a fool for thinking he had. “I’ve just been a little. . . distracted.”

You scoff.

". . . Okay, did you call just to talk?"

"Wanted some audio with my visual this time."

"Pervert."

“oh I'm the pervert," he chides. Your face is burning up.

"You know, you’ve still got something of mine.” His knife. You’ve hid it somewhere special. “Keep comin’ for it. . .but don’t wanna interrupt you.”

You look out your window, which faces the woods. "Cause you put on a good show, baby." There’s never been a reason to close the curtains. You preferred to see danger coming. Danger like him. A lot of good that’s done you.

“You’re a creature of habit, aren’t you?”

Are you that predictable?

“Lucky for me,” he adds darkly. His breathing becomes audible. “Oh, you like this, don't you . . . knew ya would. . . . .Dripping already.” His voice is steady through the equalizer, but his speech pattern tells you his dick is hard. And god damn if he isn’t turning you on.

“Dip a finger and show daddy how wet you are.”

Before you know it, you're doing it. You don’t show him, but you curiously dip you fingers and pull apart the clear string of of your arousal

“Two fingers . . let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” You lie there clenching your thighs together.

“Ah, fuck it. Go ahead, turn it on,” he says but you don’t move. You clench your thighs together. “Turn it on,” he repeats firmer, and something possesses you to turn your vibrator on.

“Yeah, that’s it . . .”

You don’t even need the picture now, or the video, or your reading. But you don’t exactly want to let him make you come this fast.

He sighs and says, “You’ve got a nice, juicy pussy." He spits, which the voice changer doesn’t process.

You close your eyes and recall what it felt like impaling yourself on his cock.

"You don't have to say it," he reassures you menacingly. "I know I’ve got a nice cock.”

He’s right about that. You close your eyes as you touch yourself. You’re too horny to think straight, but in the back of your mind, you try to tell yourself he killed your friends. He killed your friends. It doesn’t make you any less turned on. You sigh in shame at yourself. How does Ghostface have you wrapped around his finger?

“Oh, it’s only natural, baby. This cock’ll fuck you right up.” God, why does that turn you on? “In the guts and the head.”

"Real shame I wasn’t awake.” He breathes heavily for a few seconds. "Coulda been even better for you.”

You fail to suppress a moan as heat is bubbling in your core.

“Yeah. . .Can’t stop thinkin' about this cock, can ya?”

You turn up the intensity of your vibe.

“Not everyday someone takes every inch of this.” He moans weakly then spits again. “Filthy girl. Swallowed it right up.”

“So tell me, sugar," his breathing is even heavier now. "How do you want it?”

“What if i don’t” you lie, then gasp at the tension in your core.

“Then why’d you take it,” he says with a bite and the heavy breathing stops.

“Because,” you pant. “It was there.”

You’re getting close. “How do you want me,” you self-loathingly ask. He doesn’t answer. You look at your phone and he’s gone. Shit. You open the video you took of him and as soon as you hear him whimper, your body jerks as the tension bursts inside you. As soon as you finish pulsing, the regret hits you like a tidal wave. So fucked up. Soooo disgusting. You need a shower.

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You take a long, hot shower, listening to music. You sigh, feeling a little better already. You turn off the water.

“Soaking wet. That’s how I want you.” You freeze and the only sound is the dripping water for a few seconds while the song changes.

“Come on, you’re smarter than this.” The voice changer echoes through your bathroom and you almost fall over. “What’s next? Going down to the basement?”

You stand silently in the shower with your heartbeat echoing in your ears. There’s nothing you can do. You squat down, hugging your knees. There’s no good option.

The shower curtain slowly draws open and he looms above you.

“My turn, baby." The glint of a knife–your own kitchen knife–catches your eye. He tilts his head slightly and observes you for a moment. Then he pulls your hair and violently forces you to your feet. You begin to slip and he catches you, then manhandles you out of the tub and you whimper. You’re thrashing around wet and naked. He drags you to the bathroom sink and puts you between him and the sink, both of you facing the mirror. He reaches out and wipes the mirror with his robe to make sure you can see.

The sight is surreal. You’re completely nude with Ghostface up against you. One gloved hand cups your breast while the other raises the knife. He stays behind you and holds your own kitchen knife to your throat.

He inhales audibly. “So clean and so filthy.”

You elbow him in the gut. “Let go of me.”

“Afraid not, baby. . .” The hand leaves your breast and slides lower. He presses on your hip, bringing you tight against him. “Too late now.” His hips push forward and the massive shape of his hard cock makes you weak.

He holds you still with just one of his big arms as you struggle. “Coulda had it how ya wanted.”

The unwelcome throb between your legs is spreading through your abdomen.

“Now you’re gonna take it right here.” He keeps you pinned to the counter, the arm with the knife holding you still while he lifts his robe and tugs his PJ pants down. “You’ve put me behind you after all.” He jerks you back against him, pulling you off the counter and holding you tight against his hard dick. He lightly trails the tip of the knife down your cleavage and your stomach, dipping into your belly button on its way down to your mound. Then he holds it handle-up and teases your cunt with the flat of the knife as you watch in the mirror. The cold metal sends a shiver down your spine and you watch your nipples harden.

“Who are you?”

“Your favorite bad guy. Ask me a. . . harder one.” He grinds himself against you.

“What do you want?”

“To know what your insides feel like.” You suck in a deep breath and register the smell of weed as his cock twitches against your bare skin. “When I’m awake,” he adds.

He pries your legs apart with his knee, then his glove brushes your inner thighs as he aligns his cock at your entrance. “Oh you’re ready ready,” he says. He notches himself with the thick head of his cock resting snug against your wet little hole, then he holds you tight and shoves himself into you with a sigh. You have to try not to moan with the most welcome stretch. “Hell yeah,” the mask says into your ear. Thank God you’re so wet, because there is a lot of him. He pulls back, then slams into you, bottoming out with a grunt then another sigh. You watch your face in the mirror and try to wipe the enjoyment off it.

The hand with the knife rests against your chest as he pounds you. “You’re lucky you’re so hot.” You want to memorize the feeling of his cock inside you so you can come to it later instead of giving him the satisfaction right now. He pants as he thrusts into you harder. “So. . .damn. . . hot.” You look down watching your breasts jiggle as he rails you. “I don’t think so. . . baby.” He grabs your chin and makes you look back up at the mirror. Your drooping eyelids give away how good you feel.

“Take it like a bad girl.” He grunts and brutally fucks you in the way you’re afraid only he can. No, no, you shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like this. “A real bad girl.” A climax is gathering in your lower belly. “Cock hungry little slut,” he bites and it makes you twitch. “This pussy’s mine now, you know.”

He buries himself inside you for another minute and makes it rough. “Now or never baby," he pants. “Know you wanna come on this cock.” God, you do. “Do it now.” He slams into you harder than ever and groans as he begins to pulse inside you. You can’t stop it. The feeling of his climax trips you into your own. Your needy cunt chokes his cock, milking him of an unfathomable load. He fucks you through it and your body jerks into his imposing, robed form. His cum is in every crevice of your core. You can’t help but moan and sigh.

“Good girl,” he says.

His cock slides out of you, leaving a void that slowly caves in on itself. He tucks it back into his pants.

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Ghostface forcibly positions your chin to take one last look in the mirror. Then he picks up your phone from the counter and forces you to swipe the camera on. He points it at the mirror and says, “say cheese.” He tosses your phone back on the counter, then slams you chest-first into the back of the door with an impact. He holds the knife to the side of your neck and says, “you’re welcome.” He really smells like weed.

“Now where’s my knife.”

“I don’t have it,” you claim.

“I don’t believe you.”

“What’s so special about it?”

“It’s mine.”

“The cops have it.”

“No they don’t. Why are you lying?”

You’re not really sure. He presses the flat of the knife so hard against your throat you start to choke. “Okay,” you manage hoarsely. He lets you breathe. You look behind him toward the toilet.

He drags you by the elbow to the toilet. He opens the back of it and the knife is wrapped up in a grocery bag. “You watch too many movies,” he says. He pushes you out of the way, opens the door, and leaves. The song turns to Call Me by Blondie.

NEXT: PART 3

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bernardsbendystraws · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1: Tit Punching And Lemonade Mouth

The creak of the wooden floor boards makes my limbs tense with each step. My dad and I’s new-ish house was definitely less than great, but it was something at least. We had moved to Somerville at the beginning of the year. The beginning of my senior year of high school.

I hadn't made many friends, well any friends for that fact. It was difficult trying to make friends when I was practically a parent to my own father. He’d calmed down with his drinking habits slightly, getting better as more time passed.

“Fuck-I’m sorry, honey.” My dad exclaims. He jolts up on the couch immediately regretting the movement as his face grimaces in pain.

It had only been a week since the last time I had walked down the stairs, into the living room, to find this. Not all progress was linear, I guess.

“It’s fine. I have to go to school, your lunch is in the fridge.” I explain while pointing to the refrigerator that was barren all except for one container holding a sad looking sandwich.

There was only enough for one sandwich. I didn’t want to be selfish and take it for myself. Especially not if it meant him drunkenly stumbling into the living room at an ungodly hour of the morning.

I finish putting my shoes on, leaving and locking the door behind me. I start walking down the familiar sidewalk, the sun coming up in the blue sky.

It wasn’t a short walk, but it wasn’t necessarily long either. It gave me plenty of time to think, plenty of time to fill my head with anxious thoughts. Most surrounded around my new schedule for the semester.

We only had a four block schedule. My classes were Literature 213, History 410, Math 322, and Writing 200. Nothing crazy or special. The classes didn’t worry me, the other students in the class did.

Well, and the teachers. I had the same teacher for Literature and Writing, Mrs. Evans. She had been a friend of my moms, and she knew about my ‘situation.’ It was embarrassing.

She knew enough to the point where she was genuinely concerned and I hated it. She made sure to talk to me every once in a while. I reassured her every time, lies spewing easily from my mouth from practice.

I couldn’t tell if she bought it or not, she was hard to read. Either way, she never pushed more which I was grateful for.

“Y/n?”

“Here.” I respond, raising my hand as Mrs. Evans takes attendance.

She let her students choose their spots most of the time, but not anymore. The seating chart had been displayed on the board. My seat had thankfully been in the back corner, by the door. The tables sat two people, the seat next to mine being empty.

She continues calling names. The door opens and shuts as a bag is placed on the seat next to mine. I look over from the corner of my eye, seeing him.

Matt Sturniolo.

A popular jock who didn’t really talk much. He had tattoos, he constantly ditched, and he was honestly a model. Bad boy persona was his motto, and girls drooled over him.

He wasn’t like other jocks with girls from what I could tell. He didn’t have a new girl hanging on his arm every week. He had only previously had two short relationships according to school gossip.

He had dated Madison at some point, but it ended nearly as quickly as it started. The second one had been the news at the beginning of the year. Anna, one of the cheerleaders, had gone to prom and dated him. From the rumors, they didn’t last very long either.

Other than that, no girls had been rumored to be with Matt. Although, plenty of girls swarmed around him, constantly trying to get his attention. They usually swarmed him and his brother, Chris.

Chris really was your stereotypical jock. A new girl every week, maybe even every day at times. He looked sweet, but looks can be deceiving. The amount of times I had walked into the girl’s bathroom and seen a girl bawling her eyes out from him dumping her was unfathomable.

“Matt?”

“Here.” He says. He raises his hand as she makes eye contact with us.

Why did she sit me next to him out of all people? I thought she liked me, this is going to be awkward. I knew her, she often did table partner work for assignments. How was I supposed to work with him?

The class continues as Mrs. Evans reviews over expectations and the curriculum.

Not even five minutes into the lecture, Matt gets up from beside me and leaves. Nobody bats an eye, almost expecting it from him.

I arrive at my second class, sitting in yet another assigned seat. This seat is in nearly the complete back middle, only one desk behind. The class is set up with the individual desks.

A couple minutes pass by as I hear the thud of a backpack next to me and behind me. I look over as I see blue eyes already staring back at me.

“Hey, I’m Chris. This is history 410, right?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’m Y/n. Have you ever had this teacher before?” I reply.

He shakes his head, looking behind me. “Nope. Matt?”

Matt. Of course.

I don’t hear anything from behind me. “Well, I guess we’ll all find out together then.” Chris says.

The teacher walks in and starts taking attendance. The class starts running smoothly as I zone out, not paying attention to the meaningless syllabus.

“Don’t touch her!” I hear someone whisper-yell.

Before I know it, I feel a hand shaking my shoulder. I raise my head, observing the history classroom. The teacher is still talking. I look over to my right, seeing Chris leaning over with an outreached hand. His arm falls back onto his desk.

“Sorry, you were asleep.” He says.

I didn’t get much sleep babysitting a drunk man. I nod, muttering a thanks under my breath as I fix my hair.

The class ends with a ring of the bell.

The math classroom was a distance from the history one. I could hear him, Chris and Matt. Well, mostly Chris yapping about nonsense as the walked in front of me in the hallway.

Arriving in the classroom, we get to pick our own seats. However, with the long walk, the classroom was mostly filled. The tables were grouped in fours. Chris and Matt sat at a table, sitting next to their other brother, Nick.

I look around, realizing there are only two chairs left. The one next to Nick, across from the other brothers, or one on the furthest side of the classroom, far away from the door.

I hated being far from the door. It made me anxious, like I was trapped. Plus, the seat was surrounded by guys who were constantly high. The three guys, Jerry, Thomas, and Eli, were known as skater-stoners. I could practically smell them from across the room.

The bell rings as I sit down in the seat next to Nick. “Is it okay if I sit here?” I ask. Nicks nods, not wanting to talk over the teacher while giving me a slight smile.

Nick was a wildcard. He seemed friendly, but I had heard the rumors of how he had punched a kid before. He wasn’t in any sports, he definitely wasn’t your typical jock. Other than that, I knew nothing about him.

I look across the table to see Matt staring at me. His eyes widen before he averts his gaze to the teacher.

I couldn’t help but take in his appearance. His jawline was perfect, his hair like silk, and he just looked cool. The tattoos peeked out from underneath his sweatshirt. I notice him grab the sweatshirt pulling it down further.

I look up, noticing his eyes on me with a dirty look smothered across his face. Fuck, I was starring. I move my eyes to the teacher, drowning out my thoughts with the boring lecture of rules.

The math lecture had ended by our lunch dismissal for our group. There were multiple lunches, we happened to be the last which meant we headed straight to our next class afterward. It was slightly longer given the time between classes.

However, we still had another five minutes before we could leave for lunch. Chris filled the silence immediately.

“If you have a kid with someone, you’re technically related.” He states.

I look over at Nick who just shakes his head. “Chris, you’re gonna scare her off before she’s even said anything.” Nick says.

Nick turns his body towards me. “Sorry, he’s fucking stupid sometimes. Well, most times.” He says. I nod my head, giggling slightly in discomfort.

Nick taps his pencil on the desk impatiently. As he looks back up at the clock, the pencil flies out of his hand and towards me. Before I can even react, a yelp in pain. “Got it! Fuck-sorry!” Nick yells.

“Nick!” Chris and Matt both yell, eyes widened as they watch the scene unfold before them. Nick profusely apologizes, rambling. “I didn’t mean to, sorry-fuck I didn’t mean to touch your tit, I mean boob, I mean-fuck, I’m gay!” He confesses, holding his hands up in defense.

I cross my arms over my left breast, holding it in pain. The man literally just punched me in the fucking boob.

“Nick, I can’t believe you just punched a girl in the tit!” Chris exclaims, laughing. Matt lips are pulled in a tight line, his elbow nudging out and hitting Chris in the ribs. Chris shuts up immediately, breaking out into laughter not even a moment later.

“Nice? I don’t really know what to say to that.” I confess.

What do you tell someone after punching you in the tit and telling you that they’re gay?

I finally let my arms fall on the desk, letting out a sigh of relief as the pain subsides. Chris is still trying not to laugh as Matt avoids looking at anything but his phone, typing profusely seemingly.

Nick slaps my arm. “We should all go to McDonalds or something! My treat since I…well yeah.” He says. Matt looks up through his hair, his eyes piercing into mine. I feel my hands start to get clammy. I shift in my seat, rubbing my palms onto my thighs.

“I’m down.” Chris replies. Matt nods in agreement, setting down his phone and looking over at Nick. His hands resting on the table showcase his hands, silver rings adorning his fingers. I watch as he spins the one on his pinky around.

Nick looks over at me. “You down?” He asks. Free food or starvation? “Yeah sure.” I shrug.

I feel my mouth water at the thought of food. I couldn’t remember the last time I had food, or a real meal. But, I was never gonna go crazy on someone else’s dime.

The teacher dismisses us as we all start walking towards the parking lot. Nick walks by my side as Matt and Chris walk in front of us. “I’m really sorry by the way.” He expresses.

I laugh, shaking my head. “Dude, it’s fine. If I get free food, I couldn't care less honestly.” I admit.

“You can sit in the back with me.” Nick says. He climbs in the back of the car as I get in on the other side. I slide into the seat, placing my bag in between my legs. I settle in but as I look up I see Matt’s eyes staring at me through the rear view mirror.

His eyes move to the road as he starts driving. I bring up my phone, checking if I have anything on my face. Nope. Maybe he was upset because he didn’t want me to come?

Chris starts blasting music, a loud rap song that makes me jolt abruptly. I place my hands over my ears instinctively.

“Shut that shit off.” Matt curses in the now empty car. I pull my gaze up, seeing his hand on the radio button, turning it off.

“NOOOOO PLEASE!” Chris whines. He pulls his hands in the praying motion, giving Matt puppy eyes as we sit at a red light.

“Fine. Quieter and it has to be my playlist.” Matt commands. Chris giggles like a kid on Christmas, pulling up his phone and turning down the volume.

“If you say so…” Chris says.

A quiet, but hype beat starts to play. I don’t recognize the song, furrowing my eyebrows as I watch their reactions. Chris immediately starts singing along as well as Nick. Matt’s cheeks are cherry red, his eyes wide as his lips pursed together.

“DON’T YOU WISH YOU WERE US!” Chris and Nick sing. Chris looks behind, stopping the music completely. He stares at me with his jaw on the floor practically.

“WHY are you NOT singing along?” Chris exclaims, waving his hand dramatically. I shrug at him, “I’ve never heard this song before.” I answer.

All eyes are on me as soon as the words leave my mouth.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN? YOU HAVEN’T SEEN LEMONADE MOUTH?” Nick screams. I shake my head in response, watching his jaw drop impossibly further down.

“YOU’VE SEEN LET IT SHINE AT LEAST, RIGHT?” Chris adds, raising his eyebrows. I lick my lips, sucking them in as I shake my head from left to right. Chris lets out a scream, placing his hands over his face. Nick stays in the same shell-shocked position.

I look up, meeting Matt’s eyes that are also wide, in the rearview mirror. “How have you not seen the best Disney movies of all time?” He exclaims, his voice slightly higher.

His soft tone brings a swarm of butterflies into my gut. I didn’t know he could sound so…friendly?

“I um…I’ve never really seen many Disney movies.” I say.

I could never really afford it. Even when my mom was still around, it was a struggle with bills. Her health declining brought more bills, starting as soon as she got pregnant with me. I was the reason behind her suffering, I watched as she suffered, straining everything to care for me.

But, it wasn’t enough in the end.

Her body simply wouldn’t move, her mind giving out completely. She couldn’t remember me at times. She was forced to stop working as my dad tried to solely support us.

But, it wasn’t enough in the end.

Nothing was ever enough. It was my greatest fear. All I wanted to do was to somehow make it out, become a person with a life revolving around things that mattered to me. Would it ever happen though? I don’t know.

I just want to be enough to make her proud. Be enough for her.

“How?!” Nick’s voice brings me back to reality as I just shrug my shoulders once more. “Just never had Disney, I was honestly on YouTube more than anything as a kid.” I say.

They all exchange looks. “What?” I ask. “We have a YouTube channel actually.” Nick remarks. I’m taken aback by his statement. “Really? What do you do?” I ask.

My eyes dart around, observing. Chris is happily looking out the window, Nick is smiling at me, and Matt is fisting the steering wheel with white knuckles. Is he angry? Is it at me?

I look at his face through the rearview mirror, trying to analyze his face. He’s biting his lips, his eyebrows furrowed with…concern? His eyes shift, meeting mine as his face seems to relax.

I watch as his shoulder fall. I look at his hands, watching his grip loosen.

“What do you want? I was gonna get chicken nuggets, fries, and ice cream.” Nick states. “I’ll just do nuggets and fries, please.” I remark.

Matt pulls up as Nick’s window starts to roll down. I furrow my own eyes, watching as he starts to order. Why is he ordering instead of Matt? I mean, it’s not against any rules.

We continue through the drive thru, Nick handing out the food as we park in the parking lot of the McDonalds. He hands me chicken nuggets, fries, and an ice cream.

“I didn’t get ice cream.” I point out. Nick shrugs, “I punched you in the tit, it’s the least I can do, honestly.” He replies, taking a bite out of a couple of fries.

“Damn, if you weren’t gay I probably would’ve just fell in love.” I joke. The chorus of laughter brings a smile to my face.

Nick’s laugh was reassuring, Chris’s laugh was contagious, but Matt’s laugh…was something else. It was softer than either of the others, a slight squeak at the end of each laugh.

We had eaten our food in a fit of laughter. Chris and Nick had bickered nearly the entire time. Matt’s boneless laugh was a sound I could listen to endlessly. We were already driving back to the school, walking out back into the building.

“What class do you have next?” Chris asks, slinging his arm around my shoulders. I let out a surprised noise from the unexpected action. “Chris! Get off of her! Sorry-he knows no boundaries.” Nick exclaims.

Chris moves his arm off of me, huffing in annoyance. We walk further towards the building. “I have Writing 200, and he’s fine. As long as people don’t mistake me for one of your girls, I don’t want that kind of attention.” I joke.

“I have my class right next to it, let’s walk together?” Nick suggests. I nod my head, walking side by side as Matt joins on my other side. We wave goodbye to Chris who pouts leaving.

“I have Writing 200 too.” Matt says.

“We have the same exact schedule then, huh?” I remark.

He looks down at me questioningly, “You didn’t see me? We literally are table partners in English!” I exclaim. His mouth gapes open in an ‘O’ formation as he nods his head.

“Sick, I guess so.” He responds.

He doesn’t explain any further. Why did he leave this morning? I stop myself from asking the invasive question as we wave goodbye to Nick. The classroom is nearly empty except for Mrs. Evans.

“Y/n! Matt! Good to see you both! Please, take a seat. I only assigned seats in the first class because of how many underclassmen were in it, please, feel free to sit wherever!” She exclaims.

Matt gestures to the same table in the back. The same table I started my day with next to him. “Wanna sit together?” He suggests. I feel my stomach clench, my toes cracking as I shift between my feet.

He wants to sit next to me?

“Yeah.” I reply, setting my bag on the same chair as earlier. He places his stuff down, sitting in the chair as I take a seat next to him.

More students start rolling in, filling the seats until it’s nearly a full classroom. Matt suddenly nudges my arm with his elbow, holding out his phone. Ms. Evans is talking, taking attendance.

I read the screen, seeing a groupchat of him and his brothers.

[Nick: invite her over tn for Disney movie plsss]

[Chris: or at least get her number :)]

Chris’s text rolls in fresh, Matt snatching the phone back with a pink hue coating his cheeks. I bite the inside of my cheek, suddenly jolting at the tender pain. He’s staring down at his phone.

I try to get his attention, waiting for him to look back up. His fingers type furiously in his lap. Do I tap him?

I reach out, tugging lightly on his sweatshirt sleeve. His eyes meet mine. A shiver runs down my spine at the lack of distance between us. Pine and spices fill my nose, a scent that makes me want to breathe deeply.

“I’ll come.” I mouth. He nods in response, a tight smile tugging on his lips.

I turn back to the front of the classroom. I desperately want to be closer, smell the relaxing scent of pine and spices once more. I loved perfumes and colognes. I had always wanted one, but it wasn’t a need so I never got the luxury of having one.

No amount of money I could make working a job would amount to a scholarship. I focused completely on school, earning grades while spending hours on schoolwork each night.

Having no friends made that easier, but it was lonely. Although, I had never run into anyone I really wanted to be friends with. The only time I got asked to hang out was getting asked out on a date.

One kid in particular, Jeffery, on the hockey team was super annoying about it. He had asked me out at least five times, never taking a simple no for an answer. I knew I wasn’t ugly and sometimes free food sounded tempting, but I knew what he was really wanting.

I had overheard him talking about how he was ‘definitely gonna get me in bed.’ Long story short, I was never and I’m still never gonna let that happen.

It was different with them. Nick had been so welcoming, Chris had been so happy, and Matt…Matt was Matt?

I wanted to hang out with them, laugh like we did in the car more. It felt like something had clicked into place, teaching me what true fun was. My inner child has been long dead. But, laughing like that made me feel like my younger self would be proud of me.

The same, boring lectures ensued about rules and policies. Matt was glued to his phone that was propped in front of his backpack on the desk.

The bell rings as everyone basically starts speed walking-nearly running-to escape school. Matt waits as I finish gathering my stuff as we start walking back to the parking lot.

“Wait, sorry, one second.” Matt says. He stops in his tracks as soon as we stand on the cement outside. He takes a couple of steps sideways as I tilt my head. “What are you doing?” I ask.

I peep over his shoulder, seeing some sort of animation game. “Oh! What is that?” I exclaim.

He looks over, realizing I’m able to see his phone screen. His cheeks are tinted with red as he pulls the phone to his chest. “Pokemon-Go, sorry. We can go.” He mumbles.

He walks slightly in front of me as I struggle to keep pace. Arriving at his car, we hop in, waiting for Nick and Chris. I pull out my phone, opening an app that looks similar.

“Is this it?” I ask, pushing the screen on the console. Matt looks at the screen and then twists his body to look back at me. “You’re serious? I thought you were mocking me, not gonna lie.” He says.

I shake my head, immediately starting to download the app. “No, hell no! It looks fun as fuck! You’re teaching me how to work this though. I’m already confused.” I say.

He laughs as Chris and Nick pile into the car. “Will do.” He responds.

Chris connects his phone to the aux, his phone playing the same song as earlier where it had left off. The next song starts to play as I clap my hands. “Oh my god! I love this song!” I exclaim. It’s Bags by Clario.

Chris snickers, “So does Matt.”

I look up, seeing Matt already staring at me through the mirror. His eyes are wide. “You have good taste.” I compliment. His eyes relax, becoming less visible as a smile spreads across his cheeks.

I feel my own lips curl in reaction. I bob my head to the beat slightly, watching as Matt’s ring-clad fingers tap on the steering wheel.

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spicyyy-muffin · 1 month ago

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Times being Soap's sister was not the most ideal while being Ghost's girlfriend AND being in 141.

Warnings: FLUFF, suggestive, smut,

Ghost (Simon Riley) x f!reader

"Ghost-"

"One minute baby."

Ghost pressed his lips against mine in a rushed manner, both hands covering my cheeks, sliding into my hair and pulling.

A starved man who couldn't get enough, it was difficult enough to find a good time to sneak around.

His lips slid down my neck pressing warm wet kisses in his wake.

"Soaps gonna be here any minute!" I whisper shouted at the man holding me hostage against the door of his shared bunk.

He groaned, "Please don't mention your brother's name when my third leg is pressed against your stomach."

I laughed softly until his soft lips slid back up to mine his tongue sliding.

Being apart of 141 as a woman had its own... interesting battles. Being Soap's sister? AND being in a secret relationship with Ghost? I had a major death wish.

The pounding vibration of a fist hit the door my head rested on.

"Ghost! I needa piss!"

"Fuck's sake-"

Pulling me away with a vice grip, his other hand the only thing keeping the door shut.

"One second mate! Getting dressed-"

I stumbled over my feet trying to find a place to hide. Bathroom too small. Closet didn't even have a door.

I slid under the bunk moments before my brother blasted through the door.

I could see Ghost awkwardly rearranging his pants while I stiffed a laugh.

Soap seemed to notice the same as he snorted, "Sorry mate give me a second and I'll leave ya t'a nice old wank."

Ghost groaned falling back on the bed.

Group dinner was even worse.

The bars were loud, everyone was fucking loud. Everyone was moving, their favorite teams on the tvs above us.

Soap was the loudest one, spilling his drink with animated gestures, everytime his team scored. Laughing so hard his eyes watered, and continuously nudging the poor bloke next to him.

Ghost, unfortunately, decided it would be a good idea to sit next to me. And if the distance between us wasn't hard enough to ignore his abnormally large hand sliding up my thigh was even worse. I took a glance over to him to see the third pint he was sporting tonight. Three pints didn't do much for a big guy like him, but he definitely wouldn't be doing something like this with a clear mind.

But I did have a few drinks, my body's normal temperature was a couple degrees hotter. And glancing down at the veins running through his fingers did not help the heat I felt rushing down to my undies.

The same hands that brought me so much pleasure every night, the same hands that murdered men without thinking twice, and the same ones that were gentle wiping my tears when I came to him upset.

I looked around the table to see everyone throughly distracted I'm not sure Johnny would even remember this tomorrow. Ghost certainly would based on the glazed over amused look I could see even with his mask on.

But his body heat was oh so delicious, his height was so much bigger than mine and I was struggling to keep my thoughts tame.

But the second he bent down, mouth covering my ear, my mind seemed to forget my brother was right across from us.

"Sum botherin u pet?"

But knowing he was getting off on sexually frustrating me was enough to quip back.

"Mmm feelin good, how about you baby?"

Ghosts hand tightened slightly because he was a lot of things and being possessive was at the top of that list. He prayed for the day other men could watch while he slipped his hand over the curve of your ass. Sending death looks to anyone who thought it was smart to stare a little too long.

"Oi LT! Get ur grimy paws off my sister yeah?" Johnny's deep furrow in his brow seemed serious, but the stupid smirk he was spitting was nothing but that, stupid.

"Whatever Soap."

And I'm not sure when Soap found out, but the way he let you know might have been the most HUMILIATING thing ever.

I feel like it would happen where Soap happens to burst into your bunk one day and found you perched on Ghost's thigh's in the middle of a makeout sesh and in the moment hes so fucking pissed he leaves in a rush slamming the door behind him.

And your all panicked for the rest of the day when you can't find him, but when Ghost finally goes to train with him Soap punches him square in the jaw. "Take of her LT, will ya?"

#this is so bad im sorry #cod fanfic #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost smut #ghost imagines #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #cod mw2

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chosove · 26 days ago

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synopsis. Gojo fell in love with Utahime’s stepsister the second he saw her. Unfortunately for him, you were taken. You were also about 3 years older than him. It wasn’t fairing well for Gojo since you’d always see him as the awkward kid you grew up with.

warnings. Literally none LOL I think this is cute but let me know😼 I think some parts are suggestive but other than that I fink it’s good?!

an. Um this is my first time writing like a proper fic…bare with me🥲 let me know if u like it…if not don’t tell me dawg. if this is liked I will make more parts

wc. 2k-ish

Satoru still remembers the first time he saw you.

Or rather, the first time you saw him.

He was standing on your front lawn with Utahime in front of him, a hand of his reaching behind her head to slip her hair from the accessory she held it in. He’d just arrived home after his first day of junior high school, deciding to blow off some steam upon seeing his favorite upperclassman.

“Give it back, Gojo!” Utahime shrieked, one hand gripping the hair now hanging down her shoulders after being freed from the bow she’d tied it into.

Satoru smirked as he continued to bounce the accessory above the older girl's head, laughing at her attempts to reach the ribbon.

“Aw c’mon ‘hime, ya gonna cry?” He taunted, delighting in the cherry red color her cheeks were painted with, her face contorting into pure rage.

“This is not how you treat those who are older than you!” Utahime shouted at him, now lunging towards his neck with her arms stretched out as he held her back with a hand on her forehead.

Before he could come up with a quick retort, he heard a voice speak behind him.

“Hmmm? And what would you know about respect, Utahime?”

Gojo lost focus when he turned towards the source of the sweet sound, heat rising to his cheeks as he made eye contact with the girl he identified as Utahime’s new stepsister (like really new. like, ‘6 months ago’ new. not that he kept tabs on Utahime- he’d just remember if he saw a pretty girl). Using his state of awe to her advantage, Utahime kicked at Satoru’s knees, knocking him to the ground before landing on him with a grunt and pulling her ribbon from his hands.

“First of all, you’re only like a year older than me. Second, do NOT group me in with him.“ she grimaced as she spoke the last word, a disgusted nudge of her chin towards the man on the ground.

You scoffed at her remark, finally looking towards the eyes that were burning a hole into you. “whatever you say ‘hime.“

Gojo blushed fiercely as you continued to make eye contact with him while saying the same things he did. “Doesn't really seem like you two hate each other right now…I’d go as far as saying I see a spark.”

Realizing the position he was in, he quickly shoved Utahime off of his body, ignoring the grunt that left her as she fell onto her back.

“Ew!” Gojo shouted, turning to you once he’d gotten up. “S-she wishes she were my type, as if.”

Did he just stutter?

Sure, he was a loser that loved digimon and unexplained physics problems, but usually he was the one to make people stutter. Even if he used too much axe body spray and had the odd pimple or ten- he was undeniably beautiful.

You smirked at his shy demeanor, a drastic change from the boy who had just been tormenting your younger sister in a way you thought only yourself capable of.

You turned once again towards Utahime. “You coming for dinner or you just gonna play with your boyfriend all night?” your voice teased, giggling at the anger emanating from your younger sister.

Glancing away after seeing her nod, you made eye contact with the young man in front of you- his intense gaze scanning all your features as if to memorize them.

“You’re really good at getting on her nerves y’know. She talks about how much she hates you like, all the time.”

You leaned in towards his ear before continuing. “Don't worry, I’ll put in a good word for you.”

Before he could emphasize that they really were just friends (even if Utahime says the opposite), you were skipping off to the door of your house.

It was that day he fell for you.

It wasn’t until about…eight years later Satoru realized he was not gonna get over you. He also realized after all these years, that maybe he wasn’t that normal about his crushes. Not in the “I’m sooo crazy, I found her moms facebook!” way- no, it was much worse.

“Listen Satoru, y’know I’m gonna support your weird shit like you do mine” Suguru sighed, shaking his head in disapproval as they continued walking deeper into the Victoria’s Secret you worked at. “But isn’t this kinda…too much? How do you even know she’s working today? Or wait, how do you even know she works here?”

Satoru rolled his eyes as if his best friend had just asked the most obvious question. “I looked at her schedule? Duh?” he scoffed, pausing to look at a matching set he just knew you’d look perfect in. Did you own anything from here? Were you required to wear this kinda stuff since it was your job? Your whole wardrobe was probably filled with lacy sets that would just be so easy to rip-

“Dude,” Suguru spoke while waving his hand in front of Satoru’s face. “I’m gonna ignore the borderline stalker shit you just said, plus the fact you’re gonna cream your pants while touching some discount thongs, but why would she even talk to the creepy guys from her neighborhood?”

Suguru had endured every awkward stage Satoru went through- mostly because he was right next to him for it all. From their secret obsession with soap operas and cheesy rom-coms, all the way to those nights of stealing their parents alcohol which would end with Satoru crying as he wondered why you wouldn’t like him back- Suguru stayed.

Unfortunately for Satoru, the boyish charm of this crush wore off when Satoru started doing lowkey scary shit like finding out where and when you worked, for example.

Gently setting down the lingerie he had made a mental note to buy as a first date gift for you (he wasn’t getting ahead of himself, you were gonna be head over heels in no time), he shook his head at his best friend.

“Suguru, Suguru, Suguru” he sighed, placing his hands on his friends shoulders in exasperation. “Obviously you know nothing about love- first of all” Satoru began, puffing his chest out to signal he had no shame over his crush-turned-obsession. “Girls love surprises and grand gestures. This is like, two in one. Second, I didn’t STALK. I mean sure, I did beg Utahime to use the washroom since I ‘conveniently lost my key’ just to get into their house…but thats like, cute.”

Satoru was glad to finally put an end to Suguru’s disapproval when he saw his friend's mouth agape, proud of his actions which were 100% reasonable to him. It wasn’t until he felt a soft hand snake around his shoulders that he realized Suguru still thought he was psycho, it was just the person he was psycho about that made Suguru’s jaw drop.

“Moving this fast with our little ‘hime, hm?”

Snapping back, Satoru flushed deeply at your implication, also wondering how much you’d just heard.

“N-no way!” Gojo nearly shouted, hands desperately waving in front of him to indicate that the only person he’d ever consider in Utahime’s family was you.

You giggled at his wide eyes as you shoved his shoulder, the melody of your laughter becoming his new favourite sound. “I’m kidding ‘toru,”

Oh.

Oh God.

He really was gonna cream his pants- would it be weird if he called you a nickname too? He had so many he wanted to try out, plus he had the practice to back it up- he spent so many nights trying out the different pet names he could call you while he thought of caressing your body, the sound of your voice crying toru toru toru ringing in his ears as he-

“I’m assuming you’re here for a girl though, yeah?” you questioned, watching as the boy behind him shoved Gojo forward. He got so lost in his thoughts that he forgot the main topic of all his wet dreams was right in front of him.

Awaiting his nod of confirmation, you reached across him to grab a light blue pair of lingerie, body pressed against his while you dug through the bins of lace behind him.

He’d be more excited over the color and the fact it matched his eyes if it weren’t for the fact he could feel your tits pressed right against him.

Would it be wrong if he took a peak? Maybe he could pretend to fall and ‘accidentally’ land face first into your chest.

“This one’s my boyfriend's favorite.” you sighed dreamily, fingers running against the frilly edges while you reminisced on what he assumed to be very mediocre nights with your boyfriend.

Huh.

“Looks good on, but even better off” you spoke, outlining the pretty floral details detailing the set. You leaned in to speak in his ear, “plus, it’s super easy to remove, if you get what I mean.” finishing with a wink.

He gulped and nodded at your (far too extensive in his opinion) knowledge.

“S-sounds good, can you ring me up?” Satoru asked, grabbing the set from your hands and racing to the register.

You and Suguru both stared at his broad back nearly falling on his way to the checkout, a curious smirk forming on your lips before you strolled over to the counter. It felt weird seeing the little kids next door grow into…men. Of course Satoru was buying lingerie- he’d grown so handsomely into his lanky feature, now filling out the shirts that you swore were baggy on him just a few years ago.

You carefully scanned the set, folding it oh so prettily before placing it in the sleek black bag, finishing the purchase with a hot pink tissue paper to cushion the bag. Satoru watched your hands methodically do this process as his mind went a hundred miles a minute.

No, Satoru didn’t know what size it was.

Yes, he was devastated at the fact you had some sleazy, lowlife boyfriend (who wasn’t him).

Yes, he was painfully hard from your proximity and suggestive language.

As far as priorities go for him, his goal right now was to successfully make it out of here without you seeing the heartbreak on his face or the fact he got a boner after being near you for like 5 minutes.

It felt like years before you finally passed him the card machine, beginning to speak but quickly being cut off as a beep! rang out and the bag was ripped from your hands. “Did you need a recei-“

“NO THANKS GOTTA GO SEEYOULATERMAYBETHANKSBYETHANKS” Satoru shouted, crumpling the package in his hands and speeding out the doors to his car, Suguru on his tail.

It wasn’t until he was out of the mall that he finally took a breath, the realization that fuck, he actually didn’t have a chance with you? really hitting him.

Yeah, he was a creep who sometimes stared with his mouth open for a bit too long when you would ask him something. And okay sure you saw his awkward phase with braces, then the lisp he had from retainers, then braces again because he didn’t wear his retainers- but still, he was attractive enough right?

Preparing for a scolding from Suguru for almost leaving him behind, Satoru didn’t hide the heartbreak written across his face.

“Hey, I’m sorry man…There’s so many girls who’d die to get a chance with you, don’t worry” Suguru comforted, patting his friends back as he rested his head on the steering wheel.

mumbling something to the floor of the car, Satoru groaned loudly before finally picking his head up. “Not worried. just annoyed. Gonna be harder now.” Satoru whined, closing his eyes as he recalled the way you bit your lip and squeezed his arms. Was he imagining it or did you need him just as bad?

Hearing no clever retort from his friend, Satoru turned his head to find Suguru with pure confusion etched on his features.

“Fuck it. Never let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband, right?” Satoru spoke, key turning in the ignition as he was filled with a new dedication.

One way or another, Satoru was going to make you see how good you two would be together.

Preferably an easy way where you confessed your love to him first so he didn’t have to fold, but somehow nonetheless.

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tokkiwrites · 5 months ago

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summary: you are staying with your aunt this summer. she loves talking you to places only she enjoys, so when your night together was becoming increasingly irritating, a handsome stranger shows you that jazz clubs aren't so bad.

tags: pwp, old man logan, human logan, age gap, mention of divorce, afab reader, sex with a stranger, sex in a public space, p in v unprotected (that's spooky!! don't do it), creampie, dirty talk, a few pet names, sir kink, a little breeding kink (for like a line).

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ⁩ authors note 𑁯 ✿ happy spookytokki kinktober!! I'm kicking this off with a logan fic because i can't be stopped. this is around 3.1k words, so i hope you enjoy it. omg, my 2nd kinktober guys, yeppeee. IF YOU SEE ANY TYPOS NO U DIDN'T

The people here don’t rush—they settle. its something you had to learn the hard way, now that your parents left you with your aunt for the summer. She enjoyed the finer things in life, like pearls that had to sit perfectly, right above her clavicle, aged whiskey with no ice in it, and jazz clubs.

"Oh, I wish I grew up during those times... the roaring twenties. Everything was much more sophisticated andㅡ what's that word..? oh, polished." she went on. "Yeah, and more racist." you perk up. "Young lady! Your dad left you with me so you can straighten your act up. Now you speak when I tell you to." her voice was stern.

"Oh, now I truly feel like I'm in the 1920s, next up, my lobotomy!" you say with a strained smile whilst doing the infamous 'jazz hands'. By the time you finish, your aunt is red in the face, and it wasn't from the absurd ammount of rouge she had on. You clear out your throat and get up from the table. "I'll go use the washroom. Sorryㅡ" the woman scoffs as you turn around and leave "We'll talk about this home."

holding in your giggles, you swiftly make your way to the bathroom, finally letting go of the laughs you were keeping down as you close the door behind you. you didn’t hate your aunt, you hated that she tried to be something she wasn't; those pearls were not 'swanky originals' as she would say when people asked, but a $7 gift from her cheating, ex-husband. then again, maybe that why she felt the need to create this persona when others are around. and maybe that's why your parents sent you away from home, as to not hear about their inevitable divorce. it's not like you were a child. you were their child, but an adult nonetheless. alas, you were 22, stuck in a jazz club with your divorcee aunt, laughing all on your own.

well, almost.

"What's so funny, young lady?" what. the. fuck. why is there a man in the woman’s bathroom? and why is he talking to you? "Excuse me, old man, this is theㅡ" you raise your voice, and you turn around to face him but the words get stuck in your throat as you lay eyes on him. he was stunning, incredibly handsomeㅡ to say the least. His dark hair, streaked with the slightest touch of silver at the temples, was slicked back with utmost precision. A neatly trimmed beard framed his strong jawline, the salt-and-pepper strands giving him a distinguished air, as if life had brushed him with just the right amount of experience without taking away any of his vitality. His eyes, a deep, knowing hue, carried the weight of someone who had seen the world, yet still found wonder in it.

"Lady? Hey, 'r you okay?" he pulls you out of your trance. "What, oh- I, yeah! What are you doing in the ladies room?" you finally speak up again and he raises one of his brows before questioning you again. "You sure? 'm pretty positive the door distinctly said 'mens room' then againㅡ" he point to the sign printed on the door "I'm just an old man, so you might be right." oh, how you regret calling him that. even though he was oldㅡ not the old you meant when you said it. with your face scrunched up you turn around and read the sign.

fuck.

"What's it say, sweetheart?" he prys as you let out a defeated sigh. "mens room.." you reply. "what's that? sorry, I'm so old I can barely hear ya." you ball up your fists in embarrassment and say it louder. "mens room."

"Yeah...mens room." you can hear the sound of his footsteps coming closer from behind you. His voice was low, teasing, the kind that sent shivers down your spine despite your frustration. You could feel him standing behind you now, the warmth of his presence far too close for comfort. His breath brushed against the back of your neck, and you bit down on your lip to suppress the strange rush of nerves rising in your chest.

"Looks like you wandered in here by mistake," he said, voice smooth and almost amused. "But I won't hold it against you. Happens to the best of us, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. There it was again, the casual endearment that somehow made your skin prickle. You turned around to face him once more, trying to muster some semblance of composure, though it was nearly impossible with him standing near you. Up close, he was even more disarming, his gaze sharp yet somehow warm, like he was in on some private joke you hadn’t quite caught on to yet.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. "I didn't mean to—"

"Don't worry," he cut you off, one corner of his mouth lifting into a crooked smile that sent your pulse racing. "No harm done. Besides, it’s not every day I get to have a conversation this... interesting in a bathroom." he motions his hands around.

"I didn’t mean to call you old. That was... uncalled for."

He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through the air between you. "Don't sweat it. I've been called worse, trust me. Besides, a little gray never hurt anyone, right?" He ran a hand through his hair, almost like he was flaunting it, as if daring you to disagree.

You found yourself at a loss for words again, caught between wanting to melt into the floor and the strange, undeniable attraction pulling you toward him. a little gray never hurt, indeed. "So," he continued, breaking the silence as his gaze roamed over your flustered expression. "What’s a lady like you doing in a men's room anyway? Trying to stir up trouble?"

You rolled your eyes, finally finding your footing again, and crossed your arms over your chest. "I could ask you the same thing, considering you're not exactly rushing me out of here."

"Maybe I’m just enjoying the company," he said, his voice dropping just a bit lower, sending a flutter through your stomach. "Or maybe I’m just waiting to see if you figure out how to get out of this mess." the man takes a step closer. Before you could stop yourself, you let out a small laugh. "You really are full of yourself, aren't you?"

"Maybe," he replied, stepping even closer, his voice now barely more than a murmur. "But you're still standing here, aren't you?" his palm now sitting on the small of your back, and it feels like you've been waiting for this your whole life. it was disarming, intoxicating—how effortlessly he touched you, as if he’d always known you, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

You drew in a shaky breath, trying to steady the pounding in your chest, but the way he looked at you made it impossible. His eyes, deep and piercing, held you in place, like they were pulling you into some unspoken dance, something wild and unnamed.

"Not saying much now, are you, sweetheart?" he whispered, his lips so close to your ear you could feel the heat of his breath. His fingers splayed ever so slightly against your back, and you swore you could feel your pulse thrum beneath his touch, like a melody. You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. Every nerve in your body was screaming at you to moveㅡ to break away from him this instant, but your feet were rooted to the spot.

"I'mㅡ" you tried to speak but your voice betrayed you. The curve of his mouth shifted into a slow, devilish smile as his hand slid a fraction lower, just above your hip, a silent invitation pulling you nearer.

"See?" His voice was like velvet, wrapping around you. "Maybe you didn’t wander in here by accident after all." he tuts. "Your daddy was right, you do need straightening up, sweet thing."

"Y-You know my dad?" and he can only chuckle. "I don’t, baby," he drawled, "But that little fight you had with your aunt a few minutes ago? Well, it was heard by more ears than you think." You’d thought your quarrel was contained, tucked away in a corner where no one could witness the messy unraveling of your family drama. But apparently, you were wrong—so very wrong.

"I-It wasn't really a fight.." you huff, trying to fight the growing warmth in your core. "Right, you were just being a brat. I got that, too." your eyes find his again, heart plummeting into your chest. "I'm good with brats." god, how wrong it all felt, yet you couldn't find a way. you didn't want a way out. your aunt was waiting, but you were dripping with arousal in the arms of an older man who was a complete strangerㅡ not to forget you were in the bathroom of a bar, where anyone could walk in on you at any moment. but was it so wrong to want what's wrong?

"So...You gonna let me teach you some manners, young lady?" The words hang between you, igniting something you couldn’t name , but you felt it, burning, spreading. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. No, you didn’t want to care. you felt drawn, tethered to him by something far more primal, more consuming. The risk, the recklessness—it was intoxicating. You couldn’t deny the hunger that twisted in your belly, the way your body leaned into his touch despite the alarm bells ringing faintly in the back of your mind. Maybe you’d always been waiting for something, or someone, to break you out of the mold you were supposed to fit into.

"You're thinking too much, sweetheart," he teases, his voice low and rough, sending warmth coursing through you. "Just let go. You know you want to."

The last piece of resistance crumbles. You don't want to fight anymore. You want to see where this will go, consequences be damned. You want the wildness, the chaos, the thrill of stepping outside the boundaries you've always kept yourself within.

Without thinking, you tilt your head up, meeting his gaze with a mixture of defiance and submission. His eyes darken, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, as if he's won some battle. "Good girl," he breathes, his thumb brushing the edge of your jaw. The contact sends sparks through you, and your skin burns where he touches.

"Can you at least...tell me your name? please?" You’re caught in this moment, teetering on the edge of something dangerous, and part of you needs to know who has you under their spell.

"My name’s Logan, sweet thing," he says, the name rolling off his tongue with a rough edge, like it holds more than he’s letting on. His fingers trail lightly along your shoulder and down to your cleavage, the contact making your breath hitch. "But you won’t be needing it for now," he adds. "You'll be calling be sir. Understand?" whatever happens next, you're no longer in control so you nod your head eagerly, but he isn't satisfied. "Speak, girl."

"Yes, sir." you force the words out. The moment you say it, you feel the world tilt, like something has shifted between you, pulling you further into the depths of whatever this is. The man's lips curl into a smile yet again, he reaches behind you and you close your eyes. you hear a faint click and then a soft chuckle. "Let's hope no one gets a hold of the key, wouldn't want anyone to interrupt our time here, unlessㅡ" your cheeks heat up, your thighs now pressed further together. "You'd like us to get caught, huh? Dirty girl." those last words send your head spinning and you swear you could come just from his voice alone. you never thought you'd be in a situation like this, but deep down, you wished someone just walked through that door only to see you splayed out under Logan.

without any hesitation, he spins both of you so that you are facing the large golden mirror above the counter. Logan groans, rolling his shoulders back as he bends you over the sink, your hips snug in his grip. "God, you're so fucking gorgeous, baby."

"Thank you, sir." this earns you a tug at the hair, his face right in the crook of your neck. "Say that again, baby." and you do. even if to you he's just a stranger, the need to obey him burns at your insides. you can feel his hard-on rubbing against your ass, so you press up against him making logan hiss. "You getting cocky, miss? Or are you just that excited for an old man to fuck you?"

you look down. "Please.." The man shakes his head and lands a hard smack on one of your asscheeks, making you yelp in the process. He takes his time pulling up your almost see-through dress, finally taking a look at your soaking panties that were barely covering anything. His calloused thumb makes contact with your clothed folds, dragging it up and down, in painfully slow circles. Without a warning, you hear the material rip and feel the flimsy undergarments fall on the cold tiled floor. "Pretty pussy." he mutters under his breath, undoing his trousers. he pulls them a bit down, enough for his manhood to spring free and slap against his covered bellybutton. you can see it all in the mirrorㅡ it's huge. you gasp softly as you feel him drag the tip of it against your swollen bud, and you hide your gaze, head hanging low. this doesn't last long, as you feel his rough palm grab at your face and pulling it up again. you're making eye contact with him through the mirror and you see him shake his head. "No, no. You watch while I fuck you, understand?" you shake your head, agreeing, but that isn't good enough so he slaps your cheek with the back of his hand, lightly. "Words, baby, words."

"Yes, sir." he drags the pulsing tip up and down, up and down as if he didn't make you wait long enough, turning you into a whining messㅡ truthfully you never wanted it to end, so maybe him teasing was his way of making sure this lasts. after he thinks its sufficient, logan starts to push inside, and godㅡ your breath gets stuck into your throat, from the feeling laden with thorns; every prick of discomfort is countered by an unexpected surge of delight. Your tears fall down onto the surface under you, little moans gripping your throat as he slips inside further. "You're okay, baby, you're okay. C'monㅡ" he assures you, asking you to surrender. "Take it all- there we go.." he praises, lifting your hips a bit to get a better angle. Logan moves gently at first, each stroke hitting deeper within your core, the pain soon converging with ecstasy right as he alerts his movements.

his hips dive down with force, one of his palms snaking up and wrapping itself tightly around your throat, assuring you see how good he's destroying you. your head was spinning, heart pounding, as his whole weight dominated over you. "That's it, baby, knew you could take it." his thrusts are rough, each hit making your body bounce, the urgency as he hit that very spot each timeㅡ your whole insides burning, too cock drunk to talk or respond, other than some pathetic whines that perfectly accompanied the wet sounds your pussy made wrapped around Logan. "Fuckㅡ sir, please.." you manage. pulling at your hair he starts "What if your sweet aunt walked in just now, huh? What ifㅡ fuck! What if she saw how good you take this cock? Yeah, nice and deep, there ya go, baby, there ya go." while thrusting relentlessly into you, your legs barely holding up anymore.

Feeling you tightening, the hand that was around your throat slips down to your clit, while the other makes you spread your legs wide again for easier access, giving you a chance to take in a big gasp of air. "want me to breed this pussy, huh? feel you up with my babies? let people inside this room, let them see your pussy filled with my come- you want that?" the room spins around you, body floating as if ready to plummet back down, you try your best to reply. "yes, yes- please, please, sir, I'mㅡ"

"Go ahead." the man succeeded to say, between his breathy groans. "Thank you, thank you, oh god, thank you so much, sir!" you say as if praying to him whilst he keeps fucking into you. The man buries himself into you as you come down from your high, body almost too limp to register your surroundings. he slaps your ass, and watches you writhe under him. With a few more snaps of his hips you know he's close, nails digging roughly into your skin as he finally paints your walls with white ropes. "God fucking dammit!" you know that you'll be bruised tomorrow.

the bathroom feels sticky, and the mirror in front of you is all fogged up, but you can just barely make out your face, all tearstained and messy. You moan as he pulls out, the sudden feeling of emptiness leaving you shivering. Logan watches intently as his seed drips out of you, your body beautifully splayed out right under him. You squeeze around nothing, licking your lips, as you feel the warm beads of come trickling from inside of you, down your thighs. you're both quiet for a bit, catching your breaths. you feel like you are floating.

The sounds of the world fade away, leaving just the echo of your heartbeats. The weight of what just happened presses down on you both, thick and suffocating as you exchange glances through the mirror. Finally, you break the silence. “What do we do now?” The realization sinks in. What's done is done. "We clean you up and pray no one heard anything, baby." Logan laughs reassuringly, sensing the uncertainty in your voice.

maybe jazz clubs nights with your aunt aren't so bad after all.

#kinktober #logan howlet smut #logan wolverine #logan howlet x reader #logan howlett #hugh jackman #logan x reader #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett x you #deadpool smut

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yan-lorkai · 1 year ago

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Can we please have some hcs or oneshot where Yuu works at Mostro Lounge and has to deal with a difficult costumer? How would the octotrio react if said costumer tried to hit or insult Yuu? Platonically or romantic it's funny btw, thanks!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I was indecisive between platonic or romantic so I left ambiguous. I hope u enjoy, darling!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warning: Yandere content, Floyd beating a random and reader knowing about their yandere tendencies but liking nonetheless.

A death wish. This customer has a death wish, holding you by the collar of your shirt while he glares right at you as a predator to his prey. You aren't a prey though, not that he knows this.

You look down, his blazer wet from the drink you purposely spilled on it because he was an annoying asshole. He looks angry or something but you don't care. Instead you focus on the reaction of your co-workers, some tremble knowing what's coming, others running to get Jade and Floyd. You almost can't wait.

"Sir," You smiled how Jade taught you. Sweet, disarmingly. Your fingers coming around to hold his wrist. "I apologize for this little accident. Though if you insist on being violent there will be consequences."

"Yeah and? Those idiot eels can't save ya now. I only need a second to mess your face!" He snorted, unable to stop the toothy grin from dominating his smug face. He was dumb, and oh so fascinating, you almost wished to study his brain but you knew not much would rest of him when your tweels got him.

He slapped you on your face hard enough that it send you stumbling to the ground, his hand already reaching for his magic pen, its tip lit by flames so bright your skin screamed. So hot, unbearably so, like fire. “You are nothing but a mere employee, you should know the customer is always right."

He was ready to strike you with all his might when a strong hand landed on his shoulder. It's was Floyd. The usual smiley eel was frowning now but a dark glint was raising on his eyes, mischievous, evil. He used to look at you like that when you used to tell him to leave you alone, though he was obviously more softer when roughhousing with you. With this customer though?

"Are you alright, my pearl?" Jade asks, helping you stand up and searching for injuries. But you assure him you're fine with a nod of your head, feeling if anything a little tired. It was so noisy today. And you were kind used to dealing with these type of costumers, used to see the punishments and then getting coddled by your favorite trio.

"Mind accompany me to Azul's office?" Jade offered you his arms which you accepted but still didn't move an inch. A smug smile now on your lips as the customer who was arguing with you now shaked under Floyd's stare. As he should.

"Destroy him," you said to him, eyeing the customer who pushed you. "and be quick, Floyd darling."

Then you walked to Azul's office, ignoring Floyd's laugh and the sounds of his fists hitting the other guy's face. You were used to things like that happening frequently but it did bother you that this was the only way for people to behave. The only way to correct their behavior, as this wasn't gonna happen if he wasn't harassing you and making uncomfortable comments about you.

The screams of pain and the smell of something burning was all you kept in your mind as you sat in Azul's office, Jade putting a glass of water on your hands for you to drink before seating by your side.

"Unbelievable," Azul looked at you, at your uniform crumpled. He stood up from his usual spot and held your face on his hands, so sofly, so lovingly, leaving a kiss on your forehead. "I can't leave you alone one minute, angelfish, look what he did to you!"

He pressed on a small scratch in your cheeks, swelled and hurting, it made you wince and Azul was not happy with it. You could see him planning something. Planning a revenge against that guy.

"Floyd better off him for touching you." Jade said, cleaning the scratch gently. "If he don't, perhaps I'll have something to nimble on later."

You laughed. They were overprotective of you, they were before, they are now. You kinda like it. You like their gentleness, the softness, the slow dancing with Azul when he didn't have a new victim to trick, cooking with Floyd and splashing water on Jade while you wash the dishes. The simple moments with them were precious, each and every single one. And of course you knew about their dark side, could see it as clear as day but you accepted them nevertheless.

As if you have a choice. You knew about the house they built underwater, decorated how you like, full of things you loved. You knew a lot of things even if you pretended you don't.

After making sure you weren't hurt and that everything was fine, they both wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you guys, you know that?"

Azul hummed, exhaling in your scent as Jade leaned in to kiss your unharmed cheek. You knew they were swearing and angry at themselves to let you be alone out there, Jade and Azul stared at each other as if exchanging guilt and you didn't want them to feel like this. You held each of them their hand and squeezed both hard enough to get their attention.

"We should go out and do something," you suggested tiredly but your eyes lighted up with excitement with the prospect of doing something with your favorite trio. But before any plans could be made, Floyd barged into the office, his once-white shirt now stained crimson. As he always did, a wide grin stretched across his face, sending shivers down your spine.

As Floyd entered, we could see he was carrying a battered bag in one hand and clutching his side with the other. "He won't bother you anymore, Shrimp. I've made sure of it, ehehe."

Before anyone could respond, Floyd started recounting what he did in great detail, how he punched and squeezed and how the guy screamed. He throw himself in your lap mid-tale, wrapping his arms around your tummy. "Oi, shrimp pet my head." He asked.

And you did, combing through his strands delicately while he continued rambling. "And then I've dragged him outta here and told him not to come back."

"Thank you," you said to him. Then turned to Jade and Azul "and you two too!"

You didn't need to be comforted but their gesture was so sweet. If you have those three with you, you guess that you're going to be fine. Though you do wonder, would they laugh if they found out you did this on purpose? You can only imagine their answer as you wasn't planning to tell them.

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ot9snumber1 · 10 months ago

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siren song

siren!sana minatozaki x reader

summary: dahyun gets your crew shipwrecked. jeongyeon says she's got it under control. you take a walk to clear your head—clearly not the best idea.

warnings: smut, blood, manipulation(?), 2yeon!, implied death(s) but the main one is up to interpretation, i know nothing about pirates nor sirens i'm making things up

notes: just wanted to write something based on the dive teasers and ended up making it way longer than my usual fics,, i also couldn't help but insert misamo in this. u guys know me and misamo...

also, dedicated to the lovely @royaltozaki <3

wc: 3.2k

"damn it!" you yell, kicking a rock in frustration. dahyun trails behind you as you pace around the beach, muttering constant apologies.

"captain—"

"enough! do you realize what you've done?" dahyun shrinks at your tone, nodding and looking even more guilty. "what if we're stranded here forever? you have no idea how hard it is to get rescued—hell, i don't think we have enough supplies to last us two mon—"

you had dahyun cornered against a tree. voice laced with venom, seeing pure red as the younger girl did her best to hold back tears.

your scolding was cut off by jeongyeon putting a hand on your shoulder. "y/n." she says, her tone not exactly harsh, but very far from the usual banter she'd have with you.

"lay off the poor girl, will ya?" jeongyeon frowns, moving to stand between you and the newbie. "she's doing her best."

you cross your arms, jaw clenched and staring at her like she was crazy. the taller woman sighs, nodding understadingly. she couldn't blame you for being mad—you were just doing your job as captain, after all. she just wished you wouldn't be so harsh on dahyun.

"look, i've got it covered. jihyo and i are working on the engine, nayeon's preparing lunch for everyone." she says, a gentler tone this time as she puts both hands on your shoulders. no matter that you were the captain now, you'd always be the little girl she and nayeon rescued in her eyes. "take a walk, okay? it's a beautiful island, it'll help clear your mind."

you grumble, looking away to think as you tapped your foot on the sand repeatedly. she's right, you were just letting your frustrations get the best of you. "fine." you mumble, storming off without another word.

jeongyeon sighs.

"i wouldn't worry too much about her," she says as she turns around, putting her hand on dahyun's shoulder this time. "she's just sensitive about this stuff."

dahyun looks at her, puzzled. jeongyeon nods, already knowing what she was going to ask. "she lost her girlfriend—tzuyu—in a wreck a few years ago. it was the one expedition where she wasn't there."

"she's captain now—give 'er some space, okay? she just wants to protect us, you included." jeongyeon reassures her, giving a smile and squeezing her arm before leading the both of them back to where the others were.

—

you curse to yourself as you trip over another root, kicking the tree that it belonged to. you wipe the sand off your front and sleeves, brows furrowing as you take deep breaths.

this definitely wasn't helping, you think. you huff, finding yourself in an area fenced off by rocks. the tide wasn't high, leaving more than enough room for you to sit and draw on the sand.

you sit, the waves barely crashing against the tip of your shoes. you take back what you thought—it was as beautiful and peaceful as jeongyeon described, you were just too stubborn to let it calm you down.

your focus goes to the wet sand in front of you. scooting closer, you shiver when you feel your pants begin to soak. the waves reach your ankles.

you keep staring at the dark sand, watching how the water continues to crash against it. leaving rocks and shells only to bring them back with it the next time a wave crashes.

without giving it much thought, you trace a heart into the sand. the next wave only consumes half of it, you redraw that half quickly.

the initials of you and tzuyu's names are written shortly after, a small smile gracing your face before the wave crashes back and takes tzuyu's inital back with it.

"what's up with you and taking my love, hm?" you scoff and toss a small stone into the water, attention back to the waves that continued to crash against your shoes and the cuffs of your pants.

"this is dumb." you mutter, running a hand through your hair. you cringe when you feel the strands that stuck to your sweaty skin. "jeong was right. mind cleared, time to go." you stand up, not even attempting to wipe the wet sand off your pants. you'd just gross yourself out.

"i don't think you've cleared your mind."

you whip your head around. that wasn't a voice you were familiar with. was your crew followed?

a giggle follows and you shiver, grabbing a small knife from your belt. "i'm not afraid of a fight." you say, getting into a protective stance. "i've taken the loves—"

"i don't care what you've taken." you see something—someone emerge from behind a rock in the water, head just barely peeking above the sea. "unless it's me, of course."

she smiles, her eyes dangerous.

"put that thing down." the mystery woman says, pointing at the knife in your hand. you shake your head.

"i said put it down." she seems to sing through her words this time, kind smile replaced with a deep scowl. you were about to tell her to piss off until you hear a quiet thump beside you.

you look down. when did you drop the knife? you were just holding it with an iron grip just a second ago—

"come here."

you were too busy trying to process what just happened to even realize that your legs were walking towards her.

"what the fuck?" you gasp once the cool water hits your chest. "what do you want? what are you? why are you—"

she laughs once more, finally face-to-face with you. "isn't she cute, girls?" she hums. you feel something wrap around your legs, her arms pulling you closer by the waist.

you look down, going stiff at seeing what exactly was holding your legs together. a tail.

a siren's tail.

you panic instantly, trying to free yourself from her grip. her grin only grows as a hand goes over your mouth and another pair holds your arms together.

you look to your side—another siren, black hair and blunt bangs squishing your face a little too hard. you look to your other side, a third siren, long black hair—long enough to cover her chest—held your arms tight against your body.

you look back to the one in front of you, light brown hair and a stare that burned straight down your core.

"a little feisty, though." the one holding your face says, squeezing a little harder when she feels you open your mouth to protest.

"doesn't matter, they're all the same anyway." the brunette—you assume she was their leader—muses, carefully moving the hand away from your mouth. you open it to say something, but she just shakes her head.

you can't seem to form words after that.

"hm," she whispers, face just inches from yours as she gets lost in thought.

"momo, mina, leave. this one's mine." she commands. they leave your side almost instantly, you sigh out of relief when you regain control over your arms.

"bring leftovers home for us, yeah, sana?" momo quips before disappearing into the water with mina.

you look back to sana. she was still staring straight through you, her gaze never left. not even to bid her girls goodbye.

"sana is a pretty name." the words leave your mouth before you can even think. what the hell were you doing? she was about to kill you, for fuck's sake!

the siren raises her eyebrows, a seductive smile gracing her face. "you're not concerned that she implied that i'm going to eat you?"

she observes you. every breath you take, every blink and every time you have to peel your eyes away from her cleavage. nothing goes undetected in her eyes.

you take the time to think. what exactly were you feeling? you were tzuyu's. you swore you always would be, no matter what. it's not like you were committing to anything with the creature holding you captive. hell, you were 100% sure she'd just gotten into your head.

jeongyeon had always warned you about sirens, but you never believed her. in your eyes, she was just trying to keep you from getting out of her sight.

now you couldn't keep your eyes away from sana.

maybe you were just sexually frustrated. she is very attractive for a monster known to kill pirates. then again, that's how they get 'em. or you're just bored. maybe it's both.

"...no?" you'd given the answer much thought, yet you were still unsure. sana feels her hunger and desire grow tenfold.

she grins again and you catch a glimpse of her razor sharp canines. "for a captain, you're really stupid. i like you." she hums, giving you exactly a second to process her words before crashing her lips onto yours.

this was wrong, so terribly wrong. you were kissing someone that wasn't your tzu and breaking the promise you made to jeongyeon about not daring to look at a siren.

you tense up and she notices, prompting her to move a hand to your neck and hold you still. unsurprisingly, her touch was ice cold. you moan involuntarily at that.

she wasn't even choking you or anything, she just felt so good against you.

"not so bad, huh?" she whispers when she pulls away to grant you a breath. sana hums something you couldn't comprehend and you nod, the action completely out of your control. "mhm, that's what i wanted to see."

you finally gave up trying to distinguish what were your choices and what was controlled by her song. your body belonged to her now, as far as the both of you knew.

sana kisses you again, trying not to smile too much when you sigh into it. her tongue swipes against your bottom lip, making you whine against her mouth once more.

you part your lips, wanting to feel her tongue against yours. instead, you feel her sharpest teeth pierce the skin of it.

you pull away, hating the taste of blood. you watch it drip down to the water before looking up at sana, her mouth dripping in your blood too.

"what? it hurts?" she grins, leaning in for another taste. "let's get you cleaned up, then." you have no time to respond before you're pushed into the water. (thankfully, you screwed your eyes shut before she did so.)

the wound on your lip stings. you try to swim up, but sana just pulls you back down and continues kissing you like it were nothing. her tongue goes in and out, you can feel her sharp nails scratching against your waist. at least her lips on yours distracted you from the pain of it all.

you feel her lips on your neck. your breath would hitch, but you can't breathe—you don't want to breathe. not necessarily craving death, but if it meant you'd never have to live with the fact you were letting this happen, it didn't sound terrible to you.

you're pulled back up, but she hardly lets you breathe anyway. one hand on the collar of your dress shirt, stopping you from escaping (as if you were trying to) and another rubbing your pussy through your pants. you weren't her first victim, you were sure of it now.

"wait—wait, sana—"

she finally pulls back for more than a second, pouting. "it's not very fun if i give you everything you want."

you raise an eyebrow, panting as you wipe blood off your lips. "this is the first time you've let me breathe since you pulled me into the water."

sana tilts her head, biting her lip as she looks away from your bleeding lip and up to your eyes. "cute. i can only give you one thing, you know? that's how we keep it fun, darling."

"now choose: the ability to breathe freely," she seems uninterested as she tears the buttons off your soaked shirt. "or let me do whatever i want?"

her eyes flit back up to you.

"well?"

"i was told to kill your kind, you know."

sana laughs again, backing you up against a large rock. it was incredibly attractive, like listening to death come collect your soul.

—

jeongyeon frowns when she sees that nayeon still hadn't touched her food, nor had she even sat down after telling everyone lunch was ready.

she gets down on the shore again, walking towards nayeon. the older woman was just standing, barefoot on the sand and letting the waves cover them in sand.

"worried about her?" jeongyeon asks, voice as gentle as the shore as she stands beside her lover. nayeon nods, leaning her head on her shoulder. "of course i am."

"she's strong, nay. she'll come back and forgive dahyun, trust me."

"not about that, jeong." nayeon mutters, fiddling with her necklace now. jeongyeon purses her lips.

"give her ten more minutes before i look for her, okay?"

nayeon nods, feeling a small weight lift off her chest. "okay."

—

"fuuuck, sana!" you groan as her tongue swirls around your nipple, her fingers pinching the other. you take a fistful of her wet hair and desperately attempt to push her head down to your pussy.

"got somewhere else to be?" she asks, her free hand replacing her lips as she straightens up. "...yes. your head has somewhere else to be, too." you mumble in frustration, face flushed.

"right." sana teases, opting to suck more hickeys into your neck instead. you were even more pissed now, but you found yourself too weak to protest against how fast she wanted to do things. she licks the fresh mark, making you whine.

"you hungry? your mom was making you lunch before this, no?"

"she's not my mom!" you reply, your mind wondering how sana knew about nayeon. then again, she'd probably been stalking you since you got shipwrecked here. "and i'm not hungry."

"i am." sana husks against your ear, chest heaving against yours. you tense up again. "calm down, i'm not going to devour you like that."

"not yet at least." she mumbles as she undoes your pants. you didn't allow yourself to laugh. "not funny." you mumble, she shrugs. "wasn't trying to be, darling."

sana lowers herself, kissing across your stomach while pulling your pants down. she takes your hands and forces you to hold them together. "do not touch me."

you weren't going to anyway, in fear of her using her song on you again. you learn to stop trying to predict her behavior. now you physically couldn't let go of your hands, just watching helplessly as sana descended into the water.

your leg gets thrown over her shoulder and she immediately latches onto your clit.

you hiss, her mouth warm compared to the cool water enveloping your entire lower half. you hear her faint giggles as her nails dig into your thigh, lapping up as much of you as she could.

her tongue was moving faster than you could think—in and out, swirling around your clit, moving anywhere and everywhere to coax those delicious sounds out of you. she was a relentless predator and you were just meek prey.

you whine through clenched teeth when you feel yourself rapidly approaching your climax. you didn't want to cum for her at all—much less give her the satisfaction of making you do so this quickly, but everything about her was so alluring and you were incredibly desperate to feel something after so long.

you make the mistake of looking down at her, bucking your hips up when you realize her eyes were still on you the whole time.

she lifts you up out of the water, both of your legs over her shoulders while her hands moved to steady your hips. you were practically laying on the smooth rock, hissing from the slight burn it gave you.

the filthy sound of sana eating you out was much easier for you to hear now and it drove you crazy. your thighs close around her head as you continue grinding against her face, making her smile against your lips. "cum, darling. don't be so scared of me." sana whispers, breath hot against you.

you stop fighting against it, cumming hard when she kisses your clit. your body relaxes quickly after, panting and focusing on trying to form a coherent thought that you didn't bother to notice sana was singing again.

sighing out of relief when you realize she was giving you control over your hands again, you lean up slightly only to see her climbing on top of you.

"we're not done, captain." she whispers against your wounded lips, capturing them in another kiss.

you try not to cringe at the feeling of her slimy tail against your legs.

—

"y/n, it's not funny anymore. you're going to give nayeon a heart attack!" jeongyeon calls out, sighing when you're not hiding out in a clearing amidst the trees.

it's been nearly an hour since she started looking for you. how far out could you have gone?

jeongyeon continues walking, her pace quickening the more she thinks about finding you passed out on the ground. she'd never forgive herself if anything happened—going on a walk to clear your head was her idea after all. (she'd never forgive herself for how nayeon would react, either.)

"y/n, i'm serious!" she calls out once more, reaching another part of the beach. her heartbeat quickens once she sees footprints.

—

your hands were on sana's boobs, one massaging and the other pinching at her nipple. she moans into your mouth, her hands going over yours.

"rougher, darling. how many times do i have to tell you?" sana says, smiling when she sees how tired you were when she pulled away from your lips. you were doing your best to catch your breath, hating that you couldn't keep up with sana.

it's not like you could shove her off you and kill her anyway, you could hardly move your legs as is. you hate that you fell into her trap—that you let her plan unfold.

there wasn't a single merciful bone in her body either. she was only keeping you alive to torture you at this point.

sana's lips reattach to your neck, kissing harshly but not leaving any more marks for the sake of keeping your head attached to your body.

her ears perk up when she hears someone calling your name from a distance, the fins extending as she looked towards the direction of the voice. you did too, heart dropping at the sight of jeongyeon looking around and yelling your name. you pray that sana dragged you out far enough for her not to spot you like this.

"ah, what a shame. that's our cue, darling." sana hums, letting herself fall back into the water and pulling you with her. you struggle against her grip, using the last of your strength to push her away. still, she was hardly exhausted. she easily captures you once more, holding you tight and forcing you to watch jeongyeon's figure on the shore grow smaller and smaller.

"don't worry, it's not the end for you yet." sana whispers, her lips grazing your ear. "you've been my favorite to ruin, darling."

you feel tears run down your cheek as you both submerge under the water once more. you don't bother to close your eyes anymore, the ocean didn't sting as much as it did years ago anyway.

sana sings again, her voice muffled in your ears. everything goes dark the second after she stops.

"rest up, darling." sana smiles, her arms tightening around you.

#siren!sana #sana minatozaki x reader #sana x reader #sana minatozaki smut #twice x reader #twice smut #sana minatozaki imagines #twice imagines

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nikkirando · 6 months ago

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I have an oc that has had a brush with death by tornado. Tyler was there and got her on his team, since her team died in said storm. What if they got separated during a tornado and Tyler has been worried about finding her because he cares for her and sees her as a good luck charm. I was thinking she would be someone in the rubble trying to help people despite being injured. Can you please write this no one else will?

One Last Dance

Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader

summery; Pretty much the request

Warning: Blood, Language, Use of Y/N, Backstory of the reader (you), trauma, some mention of death, Let me know if I missed anything, and this is my first twister fic so it might suck,

5 years ago on this day...the day I wish I could forget but it's stuck in my mind forever. Every night and day ever since then. I sighed as I looked at the picture before setting the picture on the dresser and leaning back on the bed of the rundown hotel. As you slowly doze off, you hear it all over again.

"Come on Y/N! Don't be boring it will be fun!" Addy said with a smile "Ya come on," said Kate you sighed "Fine but only this once!" you said as the group cheered and you laughed "Well better start going? don't wanna miss a beauty" Said Javi as everyone got in their cars to go look for the big tornado.

You hear the door to your and Tyler's hotel room open. Your eyes quickly opened and look at the door and there he stood your famous cowboy. You smiled at him "Hey sweetheart did I wake ya?" he asked "No u didn't" you said. He takes off his hat and sets it on the chair before walking over to you and giving you a small peck on your lips "Ok but get sleep me you and the gang are gonna go to town tomorrow," he said as you whined "But-" "No buts" he cuts you off "I'm going to show then I'll join you," he said before kissing you again "Fine" you pout before watching him walk off to the bathroom.

You limp while holding your arm as you sob and look around you. Everything was destroyed all around you. You wrap your arm gently around Kate as she is limping with a big gash on your leg. "K-Kate...?" You said but no response. As you guys kept walking on the road limping, you heard sirens in the silence between you two. You look ahead and there they were.

Your alarm clock starts going off as you groan and sit up and look at your boyfriend who is already changed and ready to go. "Good morning sunshine~!" he yelled happily "You ready to come into town ?" He asked but something felt off telling you not to go and not the group to go and you should have trusted your gut "Sure!" you said before standing up "Gonna get changed first" you said as your boyfriend nodded "I'll be by the truck!" he said before walking out.

As you get dressed you walk out and walk to the truck. "There she is!" yelled Boone as he got in and you chuckled and got in as well as everyone else. The drive to town was short while Boone kept talking the most and making the dumbest jokes you find yourself laughing at. As Tyler parked it started to sprinkle a little then slowly turned more heavy as you looked up at the sky while getting out. It was like Deja Vu.

The more you guys were out the more heavy the rain and wind got. I looked up at the cloudy sky as my stomach started to twist around making me feel nauseous I looked at Tyler he also had a slight discomfort on his face like we were thinking the same thing. I grabbed his hand as we kept checking out the shops but my gut still told me to get out of there I was trying to push that feeling away...until the tornado warning happened on our phones.

Everyone around checked their phones before starting to freak out and rush to get somewhere to safety as everyone was pushing everyone acting like it was every man for themselves. Well, It kinda was. Tyler grabs your hand quickly as he pulls u away to another building "Stay here!" Tyler yelled at u as he started helping people into the same building. "Tyler hurry!" you yelled as he ran back and shut the door. "This place isn't gonna hold!" one of the stranger yells as he starts to freak out "We are gonna be ok!" Tyler says as he looks at everyone "Grab onto something!" he says as everyone follows what he says.

Just then the roof started to break in as everyone screamed and covered themselves as the roof kept breaking in. Just then the roof collapsed as everyone ran to find a new place to hide before almost (and some) getting sucked up by the tornado "Tyler!?" you yelled still grabbing onto a pole but no response "Tyler?!" you sobbed as you grab on tighter to the pole.

"Praveen!!" You yelled as he got sucked up as you, Jeb, Abby, and Kate kept running as you were sobbing. Something metal hit your arm cutting it deeply as you tripped and fell into a ditch where you curled up into a ball sobbing. In the distance, you heard screaming and wind. Slowly start to calm down after what feels like forever as you slowly peek out and look around at the destruction.

"Tyler!" you sobbed as you didn't see him. Slowly but surely the winds calmed down as well as the tornado. You let go of the pole slowly you look at your hands as they are shakey as you stand up slowly. "Tyler..?" you said hopefully but no response or sign. "Where...where did you go..?" you sobbed as you walked out and looked at the mess of the town and everyone was coming out of the building. "Y/N you ok!" yelled Lily as she ran to you and hugged you tightly you slowly nodded at her "Let me go get you some water," she said before running off quickly.

You sobbed more as there was no sign of Tyler 'W-What if he's dead' you thought to yourself freaking out as you kept looking and walking around "Ty" you said before starting to run around town "T-Tyler!" you yelled for him but no answer. "Omg..no...please no," you said sobbing and covering your mouth. it wasn't until someone wrapped their arms around your waist "Sweetheart what wrong ya hurt?" he said maybe you spin on your heel to see that cocky smile of Tyler. You sigh and hugged him you were happy before turning angry "You asshole! I thought you were dead!" you said hitting his chest multiple times.

"Woah woah calm down I'm still here," He said pulling you for another hug as you started to sob again and hug him tightly "I was scared you died.." you said "I'm sorry sweetheart," he said and he rubbed your back gently as to comfort you. As you start to calm down he says "Come on let's take you to the truck ok? You can relax in there and where I know you will be safe" he kisses you gently and you kiss back and walk with him to his truck.

I hope it's good! Lmkkkk please with is my first Tyler Owens fic hehehe @multifandomgirl12

#x reader #tyler owens x reader #tyler owens #twisters #glen powell #jake seresin #glen powell x reader #jake seresin x reader

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likablemuffin · 3 months ago

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Leo sick?!?!? >:0

(From: Random ROTTMNT chatfic)

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usernames:

Mikey: Glowyboi

Leo: Neon-Leon

Raph: PIZZAPIGEON

Donnie: Bootyyyshaker9000 (of course)

Also any spelling mistakes is intentional!

Glowyboi: guys

PIZZAPIGEON: Whats up Mikey?

Glowyboi: leos sick

Neon-Leon has entered the chat

Neon-Leon: traitor

Bootyyyshaker9000: Wow you actually spelled that correctly. Impressive.

Glowyboi: he didnt want anyone to find out but i did

PIZZAPIGEON: Leo seriously?

Neon-Leon: wut

Bootyyyshaker9000: Prolonged sigh. Leo you need to tell us if you're sick.

Neon-Leon: no i dnt

Glowyboi: but youll get even more sick if you dont!

Neon-Leon: no i wot

Bootyyyshaker9000: Oh my gosh your spelling is so bad....

PIZZAPIGEON: Leo.

Neon-Leon: yee

PIZZAPIGEON: Why didnt you tell us you were sick?

Neon-Leon: beause i didt wamt to wory u

PIZZAPIGEON: It makes me more concerned that you didnt tell us in the first place!

Neon-Leon: y

PIZAAPIGEON: because you will get more sick if you dont tell anyone!

Neon-Leon: bt im fin :(

Glowyboi: but you r not fine!

Bootyyyshaker9000: Leon. Just tell us next time you get sick.

Neon-Leon: >:(

PIZZAPIGEON: why are you mad?

Neon-Leon: bcuz u gys don tust me

Bootyyyshaker9000: We are just trying to help you dum dum.

Glowyboi: yea! we just dont want u to get worse!

Neon-Leon: fine

Bootyyyshaker9000: Wow you spelled that right.

PIZZAPIGEON: Donnie.

Neon-Leon: gys im cold

Glowyboi: oh no do u have a fever??

Neon-Leon: idk

Bootyyyshaker9000: Aren't you the doctor of the team? Shouldn't you know?

Neon-Leon: bt im sik

Glowyboi: im gonna make you some soup :D

Neon-Leon: thx

Glowyboi has left the chat

PIZZAPIGEON: do you want me to get you a blanket or something leo?

Neon-Leon: ya tht wold be nice

PIZAAPIGEON: Alright <3

��PIZZAPIGEON has left the chat

Bootyyyshaker9000: You going to be alright brother?

Neon-Leon: aw u car abot me????? <333

Bootyyyshaker9000: Of course I do.

Neon-Leon: wait acualy?

Bootyyyshaker9000: Of course. Sure you may be a bit of a handful at times but you're still my brother and I care about you a lot. If anything happened to you I don't know what I would do.

Bootyyyshaker9000:......Are you crying?

Neon-Leon: NO

Bootyyyshaker9000: I can hear you from your room. You're sobbing.

Neon-Leon: thts jst so swet!!!!!!

Bootyyyshaker9000: I have to say one of my favorite things about you being sick is the fact you never make any snobby remarks.

Neon-Leon: sry :(

Bootyyyshaker9000: Sigh. Its alright.

Neon-Leon: yay :)

Bootyyyshaker9000: Do you wish for me to come comfort you?

Neon-Leon: ya raph cam bi wit the blenket an mikey wil tak a whil wit the soup

Bootyyyshaker9000: Alright. See you soon brother. Love you.

Bootyyyshaker9000 has left the chat

Neon-Leon:.....HE SIAD HE LOVD ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Continuation :D

#More chatfic >:3 #rottmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #muffin's writing #blue writing

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overflowingteacupoflove · 4 months ago

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Dont Ya Wish U Were Us?? ⋆·˚ ༘ *

🏫 Welcome to S.C.H.O.O.L

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📘 Shifters

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IM VERY VERY HAPPY TO INTRODUCE MY SUPERHERO!AU AND I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS THEM AS MUCH AS I DO!!!

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luvlyycy · 9 months ago

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jason "brat dad" todd . @cindol cus u like dads idk.

having kids with jason is a blessing. he's a good daddy, being the one he wishes he could've had. he loves his son and daughter, but it's when he shops with all of you is when he gets frustrated. yalls son always grabs everything and throws in the cart even when told no, he has to grab his wrist to keep him by his side or he runs off.

although, your daughter is sweet, spoiled, but sweet. she's a few years older than her little brother, hair resembling yours but having jason's sharp eyes. anything she grabs daddy gets it for her, but still, he has boundaries with how much money he spends.

"daaaddyyy, look at that truck!! it moves on its own." the little boy whines, tiny hand pointing while you are busy with the young girl.

"yeah, it's cool, right?"

"can i get it?"

"nah, you got enough toys." he spent one hundred dollars on the boy's toys and now he wants more?? "don't you already have a motorcycle that moves?"

"duh, but it's a truck." the boy frowns, his face shockingly similar to jason's when he was young.

"okay? you are not getting it, kiddo. let's get back to your mom." jason begins to walk back to his girls when his son tugs on his hand, causing him to look back.

"no." the boy huffs, hand holding the toy truck, "mommy'll buy it for me."

"c'mon. i said you aren't getting it." jason should've expected this, he was bratty when he was a kid and always wanted what he couldn't have— his daughter was at least grateful.

"dad. father. daddy," the child begins his statement, looking overly serious as if he were a lawyer at trial,"remember when you got sis that makeup pallette?" he pauses to watch his dad nod slowly, "this is cheaper. and will last longer if i take care of it–".

jason stares up for a second, listening to his son's cute rambling about why he should get this red pick-up truck toy.

"sure, you'll get it then but ya gotta pay me back, kid." he grins as he looks at his son's adorable shocked face, having your eyes but jason's facial features and hair. "daad, i can't pay it back ! it's fifteen dollars!" he attempts to put the toy back in a hurry but jason takes it from his hand, using his other arm to grab his son, holding him upside down— "get a job then. or ask mommy to fill out your application."

"i don't even know what an appli– applific— applicat— apliiiii....uhh— i don't know what that means, daaaddd!!!" jason laughs as he carries his son over to you, getting glared at by you as he sets him down. the eleven year old boy running to hug your legs, laughing into you.

"he's getting this truck." jason laughs out and sets in the cart, getting eyes from your daughter.

#cy yaps ! — ♡#jason todd fluff #dad jason todd #arkham knight fluff #dc fluff #red hood fluff #i looooaaaveee hiimmm

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cherryswisherz · 2 months ago

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songs i would play if i was a d1 basketball player with an insane face card, a 3.89 GPA, a recipient of genuine love, with a social life, a gf that worships the ground i walk on, money, and plan that i've already put into motion

(songs i would play if i was azzi fudd)

#niyahspeaks #uconn wbb #uconn #wcbb #azzi fudd #azzi #azzi35 #Spotify

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milaisreading · 2 years ago

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I just found your account when you started posting the blue lock managers posts and I instantly followed and turn notifications on-

I was debating on requesting something but was nervous ehe😅

But if possible can you write something about manager having a like a obsessive fan of some sort that is always trying to get into the blue lock facility somehow to see her? I just wanna know what the bllk/u-20/egoist will do/react to that- especially the possessive(imo) ones(rin/sae/barou/Kaiser/ness etc) I feel like they will be very overprotective and threaten the person ngl-

Sorry if it doesn’t make sense- It made more sense in my brain but ya🤣 can’t ignore if too complicated!

Author: I like the idea and idk if I will be doing more parts to this, I will leave it up to you all, but I will go for now wit the characters you suggested. Thanks for the request🩷

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/her. Mentions of blood and stalking. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

'BATHROOM!' (Y/n) yelled in her head as she ran down the hallway. The whole morning she was trying to find an excuse to leave the training ground, but was stopped either by one of the coaches or by one of the boys who were making the most random requests. Now she found an escape in the form of Shion pissing Rin off, and while everyone was busy watching them, she escaped the room. Before she opened the bathroom door though, (Y/n) felt some weird shivers go down her spine and she looked around the place.

'Is someone... watching me? No, nobody is here. I think I just lack sleep.' She shook her head and walked inside.

'She looks even prettier in real life than on TV.' A figure thought as they watched (Y/n) from behind the corner of the hallway.

'It took me so long to finally get to her, and now she is finally within my reach. Thank God they didn't control who are the real staff members and who the fake ones are.' The boy giggled as he observed the bathroom door.

'She will finally be mine!'

The boy smiled as he noticed the door open and he quickly ran over to the door.

"Finally." The girl sighed, ready to return to her duties when a unfamiliar voice called out for her.

"(Y/n)~"

"Ha?" The girl turned around quickly, only to come face to face with a staff member she never met.

"Wh...who are you?" (Y/n) gulped, noticing the crazy look in his eyes.

"I am your biggest fan~ I came here to rescue you from this place. Full of filth and people who don't deserve your presence." The boy giggled as (Y/n) grew nauseous, noticing she has really no way to escape him.

'What now?!'

"I-I seriously don't know who you are. Please leave this place, I promise I won't tell anyone about this-"

"No! You don't understand!" The boy yelled, growing angry at her protests and grabbed her shoulders.

"Do you not see how this isn't for you?! You shouldn't be fulfilling wishes of these germs! I know what's best for you and your best is to be with me!"

"I don't even know you!" (Y/n) yelled, flinching as his grip tightened.

"That's ok... we have all the time in the world to get to know each other-"

"What the fuck?!" A new voice appeared and (Y/n) felt the soul leave her body as she looked at the figure in front of them.

Rin:

'R-Rin...' (Y/n) thought as she looked at the teal-eyed boy, who looked ready to murder the boy holding (Y/n).

"The hell are you doing with my manager, lukewarm?! Let her go!" Rin ordered as he walked closer to the boy.

"Is this really who you want to stay with? You would be treated way better if you were with me." The boy said as he looked at the horrified girl. Somethings snapped in Rin as he heard those words.

'Some... some nobody thinks he can take (Y/n) away from me? And treat her better?'

Rage bubbled up inside of him and he punched the guy in the face, causing him to let go of (Y/n) and fall to the ground.

Using this opportunity, (Y/n) ran behind Rin.

"What us going on here?!"

"What's with the loud noises?" Two other staff members ran over and looked at the trio, horrified at the scene.

"Take this asshole away from here before I do it myself. He tried to kidnap (Y/n)." Rin said in a threatening manner and took the boy away.

Once gone, Rin seemed to have calmed down a little and turned to look at (Y/n), who was still in shock.

'That asshole... should have punched him harder. But now I have to focus on her.'

"Come on, let's calm you down first." Rin said, picking the girl up and walking towards the medic room.

"B-but your training-"

"It can wait. Just relax, it's only me here. Nothing will happen to you." Rin said in a softer tone as (Y/n) nodded her head, easing up a little bit.

"Thank you, Rin." She said softly, laying her head on his shoulder. The boy sighed and looked at the path in front of himself.

'I will protect you... no matter what. A nobody will not take you from me.'

Sae:

Now Sae was always a calm person and tried not to lose his temper in front of (Y/n) of all people, to show her he was mature and thought with his brain. But something just snapped in him and the rational part flew out the window when he saw a literal nobody grabbing onto the girl and scaring her to the point where she started crying. The older Itoshi lost every piece of self control at the proclamation the guy made and in a matter of seconds he was on the ground, passed out as Sae stood over him with a bloody knuckle. Sae seemed to have not noticed how strong his one swing was, strong enough to break some of his skin off.

"What the..." one of the security guards muttered as he looked between the three.

"He... uh... he..." (Y/n) stuttered, still in a daze from the previous events, but the guard seemed to have understood what had happened.

Once the guy was carried away, Sae seemed to have calmed down a little.

'He dared to touch her...that nobody touched her... I will kill him.' Sae's eyes narrowed as he tried to walk after them, but was stopped by (Y/n).

"S-Sae... your hand is... we need to treat it."

The boy looked at (Y/n), his eyes softening as he saw her worried look.

"It's nothing, it doesn't even hurt. It would have hurt more if that maniac had hurt you." Sae shook it off.

"Still, come on it will get infected. We can't gave you returning to Spain with wounds from a fight." (Y/n) tried to joke, but Sae didn't like it.

'It was for your safety.'

The older Itoshi put a hand on her head and gave her a small smile.

"I don't mind, as long as it's for you, these wounds don't hurt."

"Sae..." (Y/n)'s eyes widened at those words.

Shidou:

Bow Shidou was known for a lot of things, a great football player, aggressive when playing, questionable behavior at times and also for being very protective of the ones he holds close to his heart. So it came to no surprise to anyone when he stomped over to where (Y/n) and the unknown guy were, grabbed him by his collar and threw him away.

'It looked like he did it with 0 effort too.' (Y/n) thought with wide eyes as Shidou stood in front of her, shielding her form from the guy.

"It seems like some bottomfeeder forgot his place here. Who are you to come here and touch (Y/n) like that? Trash like you can just watch her from a distance."

Shidou said, his grin making his whole presence even more ominous than it already was.

"Who I am? I am the only one of you freaks who will know how to treat my (Y/n) right, you all don't even deserve her." The boy argued back.

"My (Y/n)? You seem to want those teeth knocked out, huh?" Shidou grinned wider, scaring the boy as he cracked his knuckles.

"Shidou... just call a guard... please." The blonde stopped in his tracks and looked over at (Y/n), his eyes widening when he noticed the tears running down her face.

'I will kill him one day. He deserves the worst pain.'

"Alright." Shidou said, picking the boy up by his collar.

"You are lucky she is here now... but don't worry, you will meet my fists very soon." Shidou whispered to the boy, who looked ready to throw up.

Kaiser:

For Kaiser the highlight of visiting Japan is pissing Isagi off and take (Y/n) away from the group to spend some alone time with her. During that time he would try to get her to come back to Germany with him, and so far it didn't really work. With that being said l, Kaiser had always his eyes on (Y/n)'sform, at any time. So when he noticed her leave, Kaiser decided to wait it out for a few minutes and then went to look for (Y/n), and he sure regretted waiting for so long after the scene he witnessed.

"I will teach you a lesson on touching my girl. You little piece of shit." Kaiser whispered as he punched the guy for the 3rd time, a wide smile on his face when he noticed the blood running down his face.

'I will kill him! I will kill him-'

"K-kaiser! Please stop... you will get hurt."

The boy looked away from the passed out one and looked at (Y/n). The worried and horrified look on her seemed to call him down and he sighed, getting up and walking to her.

"But I need to teach him a lesson. Didn't he scare you and touch you?" Kaiser questioned, trying to keep his cool as he remembered the scene.

"H-he did... but it's not worth to hurt yourself because of it. I already called a security guard. Come on, I need to clean up your hand." The boy seemed to have had an epiphany and he pulled the girl into a hug.

'Mine.' Be thought as his grip tightened on her.

Ness:

Now Ness was generally a calm guy, unless you insulted (Y/n) or Kaiser, then he will go full on mental. And while he kept that side hidden from (Y/n), he just couldn't do it now. Because when Ness saw the creep touching her and causing her distress, he was ready to commit murder.

'That bastard.' Ness smiled tightly and walk up to the duo.

"What... what do you want, freak?" The guy questioned, but got no answer in return. Instead, Ness grabbed the man's jacket and pulled him away.

"I will be back in a minute." The magenta-eyed boy said to (Y/n), who said nothing in return.

"What is it? Just say something, pig?" The boy said glaring up at Ness, who laughed and moved closer to the boy.

"Listen up, you piece of trash. Just because I am calm now doesn't mean that's how I feel. If I ever see your ugly self near my angel, I will make sure not even your own family will recognize you, once they find your body. (Y/n) is off limits for everyone, especially you." Ness whispered into the boy's ear and then moved away, satisfied with the pale look he caused him.

"Now, scram." Ness said in a low tone as his smile turned into a frown.

"Are you alright? He didn't hurt you?" Ness asked once he got back to (Y/n). The girl shook her head and wiped some of the tears away.

"No, I am fine. What about you?"

"I am alright, don't worry about me. Now, let's get you out to calm down a little. I know just the spot for it." Ness smiled and pulled (Y/n) along.

"Thank you, Ness." The girl said as the boy shook his head.

"It was nothing."

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jacesvelaryons · 7 months ago

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could you do a tom blyth social media ai where sadie sink is the faceclaim!?

hi my love, of course. i hope you like it! please continue to comment, like, subscribe send me requests or just hit my asks to let me know how i’m doing.

sorry this took so long 😭

auburn hair (tom blyth x actress!reader social media au)

masterlist

requests OPEN

yourusername

new do, who’s this?

liked by tomblyth, justinbieber, chloebailey and others

alexconsani what’s ya name B.O.B so they calling you BAWB

↩️ yourusername i hesitated on the bob until you talked me into it now you do this 😭😭u make me sick

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↩️yourusername absolutely it’s been too long! let’s catch up for brunch

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↩️yourusername wish you were there too babe! love you

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↩️ yourusername long time no see!

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we report actor tom blyth @/tomblyth and actress y/n l/n @/yourusername being very cozy and intimate at last week’s annual hollywood gala dinner. the two have since quietly confirmed through their agencies that they have been in a committed relationship for over a year and ask for everyone to respect the privacy of their romance.

fans82 the joint net worth of this couple must be CRAZYY 💀💀

↩️username123 can they adopt me actually

user9711 so glad tom feels comfortable being so public with her when he used to be so scared showing anything from his private life

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let's go back.

rachelzegler looked like so much fun while I was recording all day 🙄

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hey girl, i really like your fic about silly patootie Jiji 🤧🤧 can u write a fic where y/n is a girl who is quiet and likes to ignore everyone whenever she doesnt have the mood to talk and Jiji is intrigued by her? 🐒🐒🐒🐒 thank u if u notice this tee heee

and also y/n is the type to get sick easily due to the ability of seeing ghosts lol, if she gets sick what would Jiji do lol ✨✨

"SEEING THINGS" - JIN ENJOJI x reader

----I GOT CARRIED AWAY OOPS hope you enjoy it anyway!!

----fem reader, minor swearing, hallucinations, ghosts (no manga spoilers i don't think!!)

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Ever since you moved to Kamigoe city, you've been seeing... weird things. An odd movement out of the corner of your eye, even when you were alone in your room. You heard sounds at night. You had nightmares of a horrific creature, a figure dark and misty with piercing eyes that looked into your soul, forcing you awake in a cold sweat, making your body feel weak and numb.

It was concerning how jumpy and anxious you had become ever since you moved; you seemed to be on constant alert. Was it hallucinations? Was it because of the change in environment? Had you gone insane??

It wasn't just at home, though. A constant eye was watching you, staring into you, haunting you.

You often stayed home sick, feverish, shivery.

There was a boy who joined your class. A certain Jin Enjoji—Jiji. He flirted around with some of the girls in your class and you observed from the back, ignoring the looming dread that hung in your mind. For some reason, he even tried to use some stupid pick up line on you.

You stared up at him, not speaking a word. Hopefully he would just get the idea and go away so you wouldn't have to worry about talking to him, but for some reason he seemed really adamant on getting you to react.

Jiji was clearly trying a little bit too hard, to the point where one of the guys that sat it front of you turned around and told him to quit it;

"Drop it dude, no one talks to her anyway," he chuckled nervously.

"Huh? Why?" the new kid asked.

The guy looked around at his friends nervously and you kept looking down at your desk, wishing this bothersome interaction would end.

You didn't come to class the next day. That stupid spirit kept its eye on you, the paranoia keeping you awake and the physical symptoms tiring you out even more.

When you eventually got back to school a few days later, after recovering, that Jiji kid came up to your desk before class started, like he did the first time you met; only this time, he came only to you, curious, intrigued.

"Elllooo!! Sooooo,, how come you were gone?" he asked playfully, leaning his arm on your desk, waiting for you to answer. There was something about him, about his aura, that felt... oddly safe.

"...Home," you mumbled in reply.

Jin gasped; "She speaks!! She speaks!!!" he cheered. You looked back down at your shoes. It was odd how often people said that.

"I've got another question!! Home...why?!" He made it sound like some kind of game show interrogation—"Home" for 300! You looked to the floor by the door—people were walking in to start class.

"...Sick."

"I see, I see! ANYWAY, wha-" he began, but he was cut off by the teacher clearing his throat and requesting silence from the whole class.

"Catch ya later!" he whispered to you, scurrying back to his seat on the other side of the row.

Once he left, you suddenly felt cold; you shivered, not realizing that the chill had vanished while he was at your desk until after he had left. That weird presence. Why had it gone away while he was next to you? Just what was up with that guy?

During lunch break, you sat by yourself like always and scrolled idly on your phone. You distracted yourself as usual, earbuds in your ears.

"BOO!" boomed a voice from behind you.

In shock, you jumped and suppressed a shriek.

Lo and behold, Jiji creeped up from around the corner and scared you. He began to laugh, but promptly noticed how you were staring wide eyed, without a word—unmoving.

"...Sorry..." he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, smiling apologetically.

He sat down next to you and this time you noted that again, the air suddenly felt less cold, less chilling. You relaxed your shoulders, feeling more as ease than usual. It was an odd thing, a normal you weren't quite used to.

Jiji tried to make conversation with you and every once in a while you would respond to his yapping, or nod your head. He was set on trying to make you laugh, or at least smile. For some reason, he kept hanging around you since then, which you didn't mind. You didn't exactly show it, but you did enjoy his presence; and the sense of safety it brought.

Even though being around Jiji let you feel somewhat safe from the grasps of the spirit, that made it hit worse when you got home. Eventually it got bad again; you stayed home for a day, and a day turned to three. It made you sick, like there was something in your throat stopping you from uttering a word, your body heating up to fight it. Thankfully, it eventually calmed down and after the weekend, when you got back to school, you felt more at your normal, although it was clear from the bags beneath your eyes that you hadn't gotten much sleep.

Before class started, Jiji came up to your desk, smiling as usual, yet worry was still evident in his expression.

"Mooornin'! Where were ya this time?" he asked, leaning on your desk as he often did. "Siiick?" he guessed.

You nodded, glad to see him again. You noted that his hairstyle seemed to have changed a bit since you last saw him.

He found you during lunch after class in your usual spot, but it was clear to Jiji that something happened in the time you were away. To him, you didn't seem to only be sick. That, and he noticed that there seemed to also be a spiritual presence around you.

"Heeyy... You can tell me if something happened, y'know," he prompted as he sat next to you, opening up a Pompy and taking a sip.

For some strange reason, you trusted him. Trusted him not to judge you. Trusted him to believe you.

"It's... It's watching me," you said faintly.

"...It's watching you?"

Jiji thought in silence for a second. You were suddenly nervous that he wouldn't understand, that he was like everyone else.

You heard him mumbling something about an evil spirit under his breath and finally turned your head to face him with a look of confusion. An evil spirit..? Were those even real?

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up with him, pulling you with him to your classroom.

"We're going to see Momo!" he explained.

Momo? Like.. Momo Ayase? What has she got to do with this? Besides, you had never talked to her before; what the hell was he planning??

She was sitting at her desk with two girls you recognized as her friends, Miko and Muko, and she seemed to be in the middle of a conversation before Jiji came into the room, with you almost hiding behind him.

"Momoooo!! We need to talk to you for a second!" He struck a pose, pointing towards her. You fidgeted with your hands, nervous.

"Hah? Bout what?" she inquired, turning to face the door and noticing you standing by him, as confused to see you as you were to see her; were you the "we" Jiji was referring to..?

"A possible evil spirit?" He made a spooky gesture with his fingers and Momo signaled to her friends that she would be right back, lifting herself out of her seat to meet the two of you outside the classroom.

"What's this about an evil spirit?" she asked, more to Jiji than to you.

"Well ya know how she's sick all the time? I think it's cause she can see spirits! Right? Riiight?? Don't you feel a presence too?"

She glanced at you and then at the ground, deep in thought.

"Now that you mention it, I guess so, yeah," she said, nodding.

She closed her eyes, concentrating, and made a grasping motion with her hands; from behind her, what looked like two giant, turquoise wings copied her movements. Or were they also hands? You couldn't help but stare in utter disbelief, blinking a few times to affirm what you saw.

"What the..." escaped from your lips.

Chills went down your spine as you heard those same sounds you heard at night in your room, only amplified a hundred times. It was as though you walked into a room where every sound was infinitely louder, echoing and echoing through your head, a chilling shriek. It took all your willpower not to scream, dropping to the ground and covering your ears to no avail.

Jiji kneeled down next to you, his lips moving and his eyebrows furrowed in concern, but you couldn't hear a word he was saying. Though the hallway was eerily empty, save for the three of you, screaming that seemed like it could be coming from crowds of people rang through your ears.

And then it stopped.

"Aha! Gotcha, you little shit!!" Momo exclaimed. You opened your eyes hesitantly, the first thing you saw being Jiji leaning over you and stopping you from falling over, sighing of relief seeing you less distressed. Both of Momo's sets of hands were clasped together tightly and she was smirking, the glowing green arms pulling something from out of your sight into to the hallway.

"It's pretty weak, I think... Oi, get up! We still don't know what it'll do!" she ordered, mumbling something about somebody whose name you didn't recognize under her breath. Jiji lifted you up by your hands and made sure you could stand before leading you away from it. None of this felt real, and yet, the painful headache it was giving you was the kind you could only feel in reality.

You closed your eyes again, biting the insides of your mouth and squeezing your palms.

"Hey, don't worry, kay? Momo knows what she's doing, trust me!" Jiji reassured you. "Like, she and Okarun saved me from a spirit like that not too long ago. It'll all be over soon."

He was still sort of holding you up, and when you opened your eyes slowly, you realized just how close he was to you.

"I think it's dead..?" Momo declared, the psychic hands vanishing from behind her and the air around you feeling warmer. Though you found it hard to believe, you didn't really have time to think about it because the school bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break.

Jiji smiled at you reassuringly—as if nothing had just happened—and the three of you went back into the classroom; people started to make their way into the halls, filling them back up after they were so oddly empty only a moment ago.

You sat back at your desk, your shoulders notably more relaxed than usual. You didn't pay much attention to the lesson for once, your mind on whatever the fuck just happened. So evil spirits were real and not just stories after all? Were those weird glowing hands real too? And what was it that Jiji said about Momo saving him from a ghost? Who was this Okarun person??

"Nah, something just came up. You didn't hear anything?" You heard Momo saying to her friends from the other side of the room.

But you could tell something had changed. You didn't feel its aura anymore. Whatever happened, it definitely worked.

Jiji found you after the last class of the day.

"I owe you an explanation, don't I?" He laughed.

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his hairstyle changed halfway through, manga readers iykyk

this was fun to write ngl!! took me way too long... but honestly such a cool request thank u vm!! i hope its to your liking:)

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