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MOST WANTED II (Gangster!Sukuna x Spy!Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

READ PART I WITH MAFIA BOSS!TOJI HERE!

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“You’re mine tonight. And if you value your job and your life, you’d better do everything I say.”

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Self-Insert!Reader

Synopsis: After your failed mission with Toji that ended in humiliation—and unwanted hot dreams—, you beg her boss to put you on the next one to bag Sukuna Ryomen, a famous criminal boss and gangster who is wanted for many murders and trafficking jewels. After you’re refused, you go undercover as an escort at a masquerade party to get Sukuna alone and take him in…whether dead or alive. Agreeing to go back with him to his hotel after drinks, flirting and a game of pool, you attempt to complete the mission, but not before Sukuna uncovers your secret and punishes you for lying to him. He’ll show you that nobody fucks with him. And that maybe you’re not as strong or tough as you think you are. Maybe, just maybe…you enjoy being a gangster’s plaything.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Self-Insert!Reader; Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized; Flirting; Sexual Tension; Eye-Fucking; Escort!Reader; Agent!Reader; Action/Fighting; Noncon/R*pe; Dubcon; Handcuffs; Knife Play; Dirty Talk; Mask Kink; Daddy Kink; Degradation; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Facefucking; Choking; Slutification; Objectication; Mean Dom!Sukuna + sub!Reader; Doggystyle; Condescending Sweet Talk; Reader Cums 2x; Facial/Cum on Tits; No Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Got another one for y’all & for my fave @curiouscutie143!! We plan on expanding my “Most Wanted” world, probably even to other characters in the future! I had so much fun writing this AND it’s my first ever Sukuna fic! I hope y’all enjoy reading about that mean ol’ nasty man lol. Kisses! 💋-Jazz

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You stand in your bathroom mirror, staring at the woman staring back at you who looks like she could use a drink, a good orgasm, and some sleep.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you ask the woman. She moves her mouth with yours as you speak in the empty bathroom with its tiled walls and hardwood floor. A folder holding your next target sits next to you, a label reading “CLASSIFIED” stamped across the front.

The sound of Friday night in the city—cars honking, someone blasting music from the apartment across from yours—fills the space of your studio apartment. Usually, you would use tonight to order a pizza, watch a movie, or go to the bar across the street to pick up a guy for the night. But tonight, you stand in the mirror in your night slip, hair and makeup already on, getting ready for a party. Not just any party. A masquerade ball. One that is crawling with all kinds of elite figures, celebrities, politicians, business owners…and gangsters.

One of which you have your eye on. You grab the file sitting next to your sink that is littered in traces of makeup, your curling iron sitting unplugged right next to it. You open it with trembling fingers, making it hard to turn the pages. Your anxiety is already taking over. “Stop it,” you mutter to yourself as you finally making it to your target’s photo. You snagged his file a week ago in n secrecy. You had flirted mad hard with one of the file clerks—geeky, unattractive, and painfully awkward—and gave him a hard-on in order to sneak by and get into the file room. It is imperative that your agency have such a room to keep track of your old and new targets.

Ryomen Sukuna is one of the new ones and at the top of your boss’ list in terms of most wanted people. Big in the crime world and well-known for being a “professional killer”, Sukuna is feared in his area of business….which is anything that has to do with crime. Most of his business is underground and unknown to the public, but your agency has been keeping tabs on him for months now ever since other high-demand crime bosses and crooked officials in the city started coming up dead.

According to your team’s findings, Sukuna’s operation stretches across Japan and overseas in New York and London. His men, who are just as devious and dangerous as him, usually do all of his dirty work, including smuggling items and taking out those who threaten Sukuna’s businesses.

But Sukuna isn’t afraid of getting his hands dirty either.

He delves into the areas of illegal drug-smuggling, gun trafficking, imported, exotic seafood, and, mostly recently, jewel smuggling. It seems that Sukuna is a man of history. When a recent thousand-year-old diamond went missing a month ago from a history museum in Tokyo, your boss already had a feeling that Sukuna was behind it. But when a crime boss known for his jewel smuggling wound up dead just a week ago, he knew that Sukuna was most definitely the culprit. The man is like a piranha in the crime world, taking out every other being he deems as weak or a threat to his survival.

But you knew you could get him, especially when you found out that he would be in your city for a masquerade ball to celebrate the presentation of a new line of art worth millions. You knew he was planning something. Possibly even a massacre of potential buyers.

”Let me get him,” you begged your boss. You stood in his office a week ago once the news of Sukuna broke, your hands on your boss’ desk. “I can do this, sir, I promise. I can take care of this for you with my kind of skill.”

Your boss sat behind his desk, looking haggard and exhausted from running such a lucrative company. “V, I already have two agents working on this case.”

“Who?” You asked, but it must’ve came out harsher than you intended because your boss looked at you in alarm. “I won’t disclose that information only because I don’t want you to have any negative feelings towards them as your partners.” You didn’t know what to say. All you could do was stare down at your hands that laid flat on the wooden surface of the desk. “Boss, I can do it,” you said, your voice soft and shaky. You hated sounding so weak.

“It’s not that I don’t think you can do it, V,” he said, his voice gentle but affirmative like a father. “I’m only looking out for your safety and best interest.”

“My best interest,” you scoffed, unable to swallow back your pride or bitterness. “You and I both know that this is about what happened with Toji. You think I can’t handle this just like I couldn’t handle him.”

Your boss looks away from you, staring at his much-needed cup of coffee instead. You feel all of the air rush out of your lungs as he confirms it without confirming it.

It has been five months since your ordeal with Toji Fushigiro. You haven’t caught wind of him since he left you in that strip club, covered in his cum and completely humiliated. The walk of shame back to your apartment after receiving medical attention and a week of paid absence was even worse.

You did nothing but stew in your apartment, filled with bitterness, humiliation, and revenge. You often had dreams of the crime boss, your plump body squeezed between his big arms and his muscular body on top of yours as he drove his cock into you. You would awaken in the night, sweating and your panties soaked in arousal from the flashes of that night.

Toji had ruined you, but he didn’t break you entirely. You knew that you could put the pieces back together and redeem yourself if you got on another mission, which is where Sukuna came in. If you could just convince your boss to put you on this case, you could show him, yourself, and everyone that you were stronger than the likes of Toji.

“Please, sir,” you begged. “What happened with Fushiguro will never happen again. I know what I’m doing. Have I ever failed you before?”

Your boss turned back to face you, his expression apologetic but firm. “V, it’s not that I don’t trust you,” he explains. “You’re the most overqualified agent and hit woman we have here…but what happened with Fushiguro was serious. Your health and safety was seriously threatened.” He pauses, biting his tongue. “What is it?” you pushed, your heart hammering in your chest.

He ran a hand through his graying hair, sighing to himself. “We also found out that Ryomen is a close contact to Fushiguro,” he added. “They had been in business with each other before and worked with the same clients.” He took a sip of his coffee as if to calm himself. “You’re too close to the case, V. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to stay out of this one and wait until we get another case to put you on.”

That was the end of it. There was no convincing him. You walked out of there with tears in your eyes and feeling exposed to the whole department as the hit woman who became a slut for a crime boss. When you got home that night, you downed a bottle of wine and told yourself that you wouldn’t let this happen. No more self-deprecating or feeling sorry for yourself. No more thinking of Toji, his dirty words, and his big, beautiful cock.

You wouldn’t allow this type of disrespect for ANYONE. So if you were going to redeem yourself, you would do it without your boss’ approval. This is for you now and you alone.

So here you are now, about to go against your boss’ wishes and the rules of your profession by inserting yourself in a case that has nothing to do with you. But you were prepared. You would find Sukuna, seduce him, and turn him into the authorities at means necessary…even if that means making him bleed.

You turn away from the mirror and look down at your vanity stool where your outfit for tonight’s event is laid out nicely for you—a strapless red dress with a slit in the thigh, a diamond set, and red bottom heels. Most importantly, a mask encrusted in diamonds sits waiting for you to put it on.

You pick up the mask and hold it in your hands, feeling the ridges of the diamonds against your fingertip. “Okay,” you say to yourself, feeling adrenaline fill your veins. “Let’s do this.”

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When you arrive at the ball, it is in full swing and brimming with luxury, excitement and the energy of the nightlife crowd.

The party is located downtown in a high-end, five star hotel ballroom. It is shockingly easy for you to get in, but then again, as a renowned hit woman, you know exactly how to blend in. All you had to do was slink by while the security guard posted in front of the hotel was busy with another masquerading couple.

As soon as you walk in, you are bombarded by the sound of a live band playing classical music and the aura of luxury. It is all around you—on the snack table where a crystal bowl of punch and champagne flutes sit; in the tasteful decorations of feathers, streamers, and entertainment blowing fire, making the crowd gasp; in the conversations and laughs of the guests decked out in their best designer and masks.

There are so many masks of all colors and kinds, making you blend in perfectly with the crowd. You keep your silver clutch close to your side, your little Glock hidden beneath your lipstick tube switchblade…and your lipstick. You can’t ever leave the house without your MAC.

You begin to look around the room, Sukuna’s face in your mind’s eye. You studied his appearance for days before coming here. Though you have no idea what he’ll be wearing tonight, you know that once you see him, you’ll know that it’s him.

“Drink, ma’am?” a voice suddenly asks. You jump slightly and turn around, finding a smiling waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes. “Oh, yes,” you reply. “Thank you.” You give him a red-lipped smile and take one before he walks away to serve someone else. You might as well drink and try not to act so tense. Any kind of slip and your act will be exposed. You already know Sukuna’s men are slinking around here too.

You decide to walk over to one of the snack tables where a couple stands with their own snack tables, both matching in their rich, violet clothes. You give them a nod as you take a plate, lower your glass on the table, and randomly gather some cheese cubes onto your plate.

Beside you, the male in his gold mask and long, wavy hair, leans in towards his partner. “He’s in here somewhere,” he murmurs. “Keep your eyes peeled.” Immediately, you know exactly who he is. A C.O.D.E. agent. You sneakily eye him and his partner who glares at him behind her leopard-printed mask that somehow meshes with her violet gown. “And keep your mouth shut,” she hisses. “This place is crawlin’ with his men.”

You plop some veggies onto your plate and dribble on some ranch dressing, still listening. “Sorry,” the male mutters. “It’s my first mission, okay? I only got transferred to Japan just a month ago!”

The woman rolls her eyes and drops his arm from hers. “Stay here,” she sighs before she struts off in her heels. Her partner watches her go and you can feel his irritation radiating off of her. “Bitch,” he mutters before he presses down onto his left ear, obviously calling someone. Probably your boss to tell him that he hates his partner and wants to abort the mission. You nearly laugh and have to bite your lip to keep from giggling.

These are the agents your boss sent out tonight to get Sukuna? Them?! This guy was just transferred a month ago from wherever-the-fuck and he’s already messing up! Even on your first mission, you knew to always keep your guard up and act the part, wherever, however.

The male walks away to a nearby table, talking as he does to your boss or someone else at headquarters. You scoff to yourself, actually offended. How could your boss send someone like this ameture on a mission? But you’d show him. You nibble on a broccoli stalk and some cheese as you begin to scan the room, nodding at anyone who passes. Your eyes pass the stage to the far left where the exit into the hotel lobby is.

There, you see him. He is chatting with two men in suits and their own masks, a glass of champagne in his big hand. Each thick finger is inked and adorned in silver rings that wink at you under the bright lights. He is big and tall—about 6’6 at least. His big frame fills out his black suit and tie outfit which is rather plain for such a gaudy party.

But the blackness of his suit makes the pink of his hair, fluffy-looking yet spiked, and his red mask pop. At first glance, his mask reminds you almost of the Devil. It’s a fitting look for him, you suppose. He isn’t flashy, but he still looks rich. Like he has no problem making such a statement with his outfit and red-bottom shoes.

But you doubt that anyone would have anything to say to Sukuna Ryomen about anything he wears.

He tugs on his right ear where several small hoops, including a cartilage piercing, hang. From where you stand, you can see that his neck is roped in tattoos as well. He says something to the men and gives them a smirk before turning and walking through the exit.

You wait until the men depart and drain your champagne before tossing your snacks away. The hunt is on now. Keeping an eye on your fellow agents, you strut across the room to the exit, paying no attention to the gents who have their eyes on your bouncing chest, thighs, and ass. You finally make it to the hotel lobby and quickly scan the area, looking for Sukuna’s broad shoulders and long legs. You immediately find him at the entrance of a bar on the right hand side chatting with a doe-eyed waitress who immediately giggles and guides him into the bar.

You follow, the click of your heels against the marbled floor egging you on. The swanky, dimly-lit bar is damn near packed when you walk in. Most of its patrons are from the ball with the exception of businessmen at happy hour and women in their finest looking to score a rich man for the night. You spot Sukuna sitting at the end of the bar and passing the bartender a twenty-dollar bill for his shot (and bottle) of whiskey. About three stools down is a plump, balding man in a wolf mask and an Armani suit, his face flushed from too much to drink.

Immediately, you get an idea. Smirking to yourself, you strut over to the bar, brazenly staring at both the wolf and Sukuna who both have their eyes on you. You sit down beside the balding wolf, giving him a small smile in greeting. You place your clutch on the bar where you wave your manicured nails at the bartender. “One martini with five olives, please,” you order. The bartender nods and begins to ready your drink.

The wolf, on his fourth or fifth Bourbon, sloppily smirks beside you. Perhaps he thinks it makes him look sexy. “Five olives?” He chuckles. “You storin’ for the winter, Ms. Red?” His eyes graze down your body from behind the eye holes in his mask.

“Just for this party,” you joke. “Why? Do you suggest somethin’ more delicious than olives, Mr. Wolf?” You put a sultry, seductive lilt into your voice, leaning your chin into your hand. You hope Mr. Wolf catches on…which of course, he does.

“If you’re interested in what’s at the snake table, sure,” he replies, his voice low and teasing. He suddenly digs into his pocket, fishing out a twenty. “Here. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t buy her own drink.”

“I appreciate that,” you giggle, taking the money from him just as the bartender returns with your drink. “How can I repay you for such a kind act?” You lean forward and press your tits enticingly against the bar to which Mr. Wolf shamelessly stares at. You think you hear Sukuna scoff behind you, making your neck feel hot. But you don’t dare turn around. Not yet.

Mr. Wolf opens his mouth to say something either dumb or lecherous, but a slender blonde in a cat mask and a skin-tight dress struts up to him. “There you are!” she scoffs, rather loud. “I’ve been calling you nonstop! You dragged me to this damn party and then you just left me alone to come drink some more?”

She is so loud that it drowns out the jazz music playing overhead, catching the eye of the others in the bar. Mr. Wolf lowers his Bourbon, sighing to himself. “Karen, please don’t start,” he mutters, seething with rage. “You begged me to take you here.”

The woman—Karen—ignores him and turns to you. “And who is this?” She demands, scowling at Mr. Wolf. “Another one of your ‘business partners’?” The sound of shocked laughs and whispers drift in the tense, musky air. Mr. Wolf looks at you apologetically as he slides off of his stool, nearly falling. “Sorry,” he whispers. You give him a smile as he walks off with his nagging…girlfriend? Wife? Sugar baby? As if hearing your thoughts, Sukuna answers them for you. “I could’ve told ya he was married,” he chuckles. His laugh is smooth and rich yet deep and lethal, like a shot of whiskey.

You turn to him, raising a brow at him as you sip your martini. “How do you know?” you question. “He didn’t have a ring on his finger.”

Sukuna chortles again as if you’re some dumb little girl he needs to school. “Don’t have to. Rings can come off, ‘specially at events like these.” He takes a sip from his shot glass, eyeing you across the rim. “There’s plenty of pretty women like yourself swimmin’ around here for the pickin’.”

His gaze is hot like fire licking across your exposed skin. The air that Mr. Wolf and his wife left tense becomes even more so. But you straighten your neck and regard him with a smirk. “Like me?” you scoff. “I doubt he could’ve even been able to afford me.”

You take another sip of your martini, leaving a red stain on the rim, before fishing out the toothpick rowed with olives. You pluck one off with your teeth, knowing that Sukuna is watching. ‘Just keep up the act. Hook, line, and sinker.’

“Sooo you’re one of those city girls, huh?” You turn to him, silently asking him to elaborate. “The kind who chase the bag and never look back at the broken hearts they leave behind?” His smirk is playful. Almost sneaky.

“Close,” you reply. You place your toothpick back in the glass and lean in to give him a shot of your cleavage. “Merchandise,” you vaguely explain, accentuating each syllable with your plump, red lips.

Sukuna carefully watches as if attempting to pick your features apart behind your mask. He leans back on his stool, smirking. “So I was right: this is a ‘pay for the night’ situation. I had a hunch.”

“Oh, you did?” you scoff. “You a cop?” He nearly snorts into his glass. “Not even close, mama,” he chuckles. You cock your head to the side, acting curious. “Then what do you do? You already have my occupation, so what kinda work got you here?”

“I thought we were talkin’ ‘bout you,” he smoothly remarks, eyeing you down. “That’s some dress you got on.” You give him a look, standing your ground. Finally, he gives in defeatedly. I’m a…man of all types of businesses. I’m kind of an arts conasor, I guess you could say. I’m big in tradin’, auctions, collectin’…” Trafficking. Criminal activity. Killing. “Cool,” you reply, nodding. “Oh, I’m V, by the way. Yes, I’m fine, thank you.”

Sukuna chuckles, his crimson red alight with mischief. “Well, I know you’re fine,” he jokes. “Little spitfire, ain’t ya?” You can tell he likes your wittiness. Most men like him do. “Apologies, V. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He puts his big, ringed hand out for a shake. You take it, ignoring the zing of electricity that shoots up your arm as his fingers clasp yours. “Sukuna,” he says, his voice suddenly deeper than before. Quickly, you take your hand away and place it in your lap. If he notices, he doesn’t act like it, instead lighting himself a cigar. “Mind if I smoke?” he asks, regarding you with those blood-red eyes. You shake your head. “Not at all. So what brings you to this riveous party, Sukuna?”

Your target wraps his lip, pierced lips around the cigar, inhaling before exhaling the smoke. “Business. Money. Potential clients and partnerships. I ain’t much of a party person as I’m sure you can tell.” He gives you a smirk. “I’m guessin’ you’re here for business too?” You chuckle, liking his blunt humor. “I got a call from a regular client of mine to come here. He’s a big-time CEO—the owner of a chain of gas companies. He asked me to come here, but I haven’t seen him yet.”

You come up with the lie on the spot and make a show of looking around for your imaginary client. “Hope he’s not playin’ me out,” you huff. “He’s been generous before, but he’s also generous with other women much younger than me.”

“Well, I’d be glad to give ya some company,” Sukuna says. “Between you and me, that guy sounds like a dickhead for even invitin’ you here.” You tilt your head at him, curiously and flirtatiously. “Why is that?” you ask.

Sukuna takes another drag of his cigar, and as the smoke escapes his nostrils, he looks so much like the Devil appearing in a gray cloud to you. ‘Cause this place is crawlin’ with guys like me. And I always get what I want.” He gives you a white-toothed smile that sends shivers down your spine and suddenly, your facade slips a bit.

But not until you’re fortunately distracted. “Sukunaaaa!” someone suddenly shouts from the other side of the bar. He is in a fox mask and black suit with a red tie, standing among other powerful and rich-looking men. “Come! Play a game with us!” The other men agree, shouting him over.

You and Sukuna share a look, him looking like he wants to be anywhere but over there. “Come on,” you chuckle. “I don’t know how to play, but I’ll watch you. I can be your good luck charm.” You sip on your martini as you rise to your feet, waiting for him to follow. After some thought, Sukuna gets up, standing a whole head taller than you. “If ya say so, but be prepared for looks.”

Together, you walk side by side over to the pool table. Just as he said, you gain the curious eye of every man surrounding the pool table, cigars and drinks in hand. The entire area smells of cigar smoke and expensive cologne. Wealth. Sukuna introduces you to the men and you pretend to act flattered as the men kiss your hand and compliment you on your dress.

You stand among them and drink your martini, sizing up Sukuna and his gang. You don’t know if any of them are “his people”, but you stay on guard anyway, sipping as little alcohol as you can. You watch them play pool together, laughing when you’re supposed to and answering questions when asked but not giving too much about yourself away.

Sukuna is pretty quiet most of the time, primarily focused on the game. He is very meticulous; a strategist at pool. His long fingers twirl around his pool stick, his eyes sizing up each player and the eight balls that roll this way and that along the green table. He is good, you admit. He knows just where to shoot and how to do it, betting on each ball with the probability of an expert.

But Mr. Crane—a banker in a crane mask and dark blue suit—is on his ass having gotten close in points. He stands there laughing and joking about while Sukuna sizes him up. “Oooh, I think you’ve got some competition, Mr. Sukuna,” you whisper. “He’s winning.”

Your target grunts in disagreement. “Not for long,” he growls. “I don’t ever lose.” You hum to yourself, staring up at him through your lashes. “You sure about that?”

Now Sukuna turns to you fully and you realize just how tall he is. You have to stand back a bit to even look at him. “Do me a favor,” he purrs, his eyes hooded from the smoke. “Wager somethin’ with me.”

Your heart thunders in anticipation for his next words..but you don’t expect them even when they come out. “If I win this game, you ditch that client who stood ya up and spend the night with me.”

Sukuna’s tatted hand goes for his pocket, patting it. “And trust me, mama: I’ve got the money for it.” A shit-eating grin crosses his lips, showing you the two gold canines embedded in his lower row of teeth.

”And if you lose?” you ask, alarmed by how breathless you sound. Sukuna passively shrugs. “Then I’ll buy you a drink and slip ya the money anyway.” You take a moment to think on this. He could be lying. He could be testing you. But figuring you’ve got a weapon, you agree by clinking your glass with his. “Deal.”

Sukuna’s smile grows, almost looking joyous at your agreement. The game continues and you watch with bated breath as he and Mr. Crane go head to head. You sip your martini, not even noticing how less tense you seem from the alcohol or how bright the lights have become or how hot you seem or how Sukuna shoots the last two balls into a pocket because Mr. Crane missed. Oh, shit. You gape at the astonished player and then at Sukuna. He turns to you, prideful and giddy. “Oh, would you look at that,” he whispers. “I win.” You get a bad, bad feeling in your gut, but you ignore it. Big mistake on your part.

You swallow hard, fixing your mouth into a flirty smile. “So how would you like to spend the night with me, Mr. Sukuna?”you ask. The gangster shrugs, acting clueless. “I dunno…dancing, drinking, or your legs wrapped around my head. It’s your choice.” Suddenly, the obvious sexual tension that has been in the air erupts as soon as the vulgar words are out in the open. You feel your tongue become heavy and your nipples harden beneath your dress. You ignore it all. You can’t be hot over this criminal. Not again!

“You stayin’ here?” you ask though you already know the answer. He nods, his expression lustful. “Let’s get out of here then. I’d like to come back and get some cake from the party though.”

He nods again and lays a hand on your lower back, leading you out of the bar and into the lobby where you walk to the elevators. When you’re finally alone with him behind the elevator doors, you momentarily think about sliding your gun out of your clutch and shooting him, ending this now.

But when his hand slowly slides down your backside to grip your ass, you bite your lip and hold firm. ‘Not yet. In time.’ Finally, the elevators open up onto a hotel suite that looks more like a penthouse. There is a foyer in the middle of the room with glass tables, a private bathroom near the exiting door, plush furniture overlooking a flat-screen, and a small kitchenette with an attached island and mini-bar.

Your heels click as you walk into the suite, admiring the luxurious room. “Nice setup,” you comment. You twirl around to face Sukuna as the elevator doors shut. You’re glad you remembered to wear gloves. You don’t need to leave any fingerprints here. “It’s a little small for my tastes.” Sukuna strides toward you, reaching you in about three steps on his long legs. “But then again, I don’t use this room to sleep.”

Silently, he takes you by the hand and leads you into the large bedroom suite on the right hand side. The walls are painted an indigo blue, giving the room a calm sensation that the king-sized bed in the middle doesn’t. Two plush armchairs sit across from it near a balcony overlooking the city beyond, the moonlight shining onto the bed’s crossed ceiling and bedposts guarding each side of the headboard and the bottom of the bed.

You turn to Sukuna to say something, anything to take the edge off of you, but you’re silenced when he takes a seat at the end of the bed. He sits with his legs spread and his hands in his lap. Even from here, you can tell that he is hard—his dick print is pulsing beneath his slacks. “Take that off,” he demands. “Let me see you.”

Showtime. You lay your clutch down near your feet within arm’s reach before you reach back to slooooowly unzip your dress. The beautiful, red garment slips off of you, leaving you in your strapless corset, panties, and nylon stockings. All trimmed with lace. All sexy. You purposely chose this outfit because the corset lifts your breasts in a way that is enticing and your panties hug your ass, making it plumper and much fatter.

Sukuna gives a sharp intake of breath before he takes off his jacket and starts reaching for his tie. You chuckle though your blood runs hot. “Oh, startin’ already? I didn’t take you as the eager type.” The gangster smirks, yanking his tie off of his throat. “And I didn’t take you as a liar,” he replies.

You blink at him, startled by his words. “W-What?” you stammer. Sukuna continues to strip, unbuttoning each button on his top. “You agreed to let me do whatever I want if I win. I’m askin’ you to take off everything. Includin’ the mask.” He still gives you that humored smirk as his top comes off, revealing a tattooed chest and big, muscular arms to you roped in ink.

You can feel your anxiety peaking. Your stomach is roiling and you feel sick. “I’m not taking off the mask,” you firmly say. Now Sukuna’s smile fades. He looks confused as if he can’t figure you out. “You disobey me?” he asks.

You swallow, not liking how that sounds. “I’m just not comfortable with that. I don’t want you seeing me. It’s something I do with every client.” You keep up with your role, hoping that he’ll take that as an answer…but you’re wrong. He fixes you with a laser-hot look that you don’t like. “You sure?” he asks. “Or are you just tryna save yourself from your sinkin’ ship?”

“What are you talking about?” you snap, glaring at him. You stagger back as he suddenly gets up and walks over to the nightstand. As he does, you quickly unzip your gun and place it behind you in the waistband of your panties. Better to be ready than not at all.

Sukuna turns to you then, holding a glittering diamond wrapped in cloth in his palm. Your eyes widen at the sight of the stolen jewel from the museum. “This is what you want, right?” he asks. “This is what you’re lookin’ for?” His smirk grows into something menacing and almost mocking. “Or is it me you’re lookin’ for, V? It is V, right?”

‘Oh, my God. Not again.’

Sukuna knows he’s got you judging by the deer-in-headlights look you’re sporting on your face despite the mask. “Can I ask you what your plan was tonight?” he asks. Not waiting for an answer, he continues: “What, you thought you’d seduce me, get me up here, suck my dick a bit, and then slap some cuffs on me so you can save the day?”

He snorts at the mere thought of it, the diamond still in his palm. “Stupid girl. I know all about you. Toji and I are close in this business.” He begins to walk toward you, slowly and teasingly like a serial killer who takes joy in scaring his victims before the final kill. He told me aaall about how he used that pussy till it was sore and got away in the end.”

You grow hot at the vulgarity of his taunting words, even more so at the fact that your cover has been blown again. “So what now?” you ask, dropping the act entirely. “You gonna kill me?”

Sukuna places the diamond on a nearby dresser right where a few bottles of wine sit. “I should…but I won’t. After all, we’re up here now.” His eyes grow dark and lustful, frightening you. “So I’m gonna do just what I planned to do: I’m gonna fuck you like I paid for you.” And he definitely is a man who will act on what he says.

Quickly, you take the gun out of your panties and aim it at him. Sukuna stops moving, standing as still as a statue. “Stand back,” you growl. “You come any closer and I’ll put a bullet in you.” One finger sits on the trigger, ready to press down at any given moment.

Anyone else would cry, flinch, beg for their lives…but not Sukuna. He is as stone cold as the look in his eyes. He takes another step toward you, then another, until his chest is pressed against the barrel of your gun. “Do it,” he growls. “I fuckin’ dare you, bitch. Shoot me.”

And so you do. Despite your hammering heart and shaky hand, you pull the trigger….only to hear a click. You pull again, hearing a click. Nothing. “What?” you whisper to yourself, staring at your gun. It’s the perfect advantage for Sukuna to take, which he does by slapping you dead in your face.

With a shout, you fall to the ground, your gun clattering to the floor. You check your lip for blood, finding only smudged lipstick. This motherfucker ruined your makeup! “Slipped into your clutch while you were chattin’ with that wolffish slob,” he explains, grinning evilly at you. “You’d think a hitwoman would be a little more savvy.”

Now you’re angry. He’s insulting your intelligence. Embarrassing you. Humiliating you. “Oh, I am,” you snarl. “I was gonna go easy on you, but now…I’m just gonna make you bleed. Do not ever underestimate me, dickhead.”

You lunge at him and grab onto his belt, using all your might to yank him down onto the floor. As soon as he’s down, you place your arm over his stomach and leap onto him, straddling him. Ignoring his smile and handsome features, you raise a hand to punch him, but his hand shoots out to grab your neck.

You grunt, trying to break his hold which he uses as a distraction to pull you off of him. Back onto the floor you go with the gangster on top of you. He forces your wrists at the top of your head, his big hands gripping and pinning them down to the floor.

“Nice try,” he chuckles, his big body pressing into yours. “I’ve seen better though.”

You try to buck him off, but he wedges one knee between your plump, soft inner thighs, his belt buckle pressing into your pelvis bone. You gasp, feeling suffocated. “St-Stop!” you stammer. “Don’t—“ You’re rudely cut off as his knee glides against your crotch, giving you a spark of pleasure. A soft moan leaves your lips followed by a rush of hot embarrassment.

Sukuna notices, his crimson eyes glinting like a cat’s in the night. “Oh,” he coos. “Was that a moan, babygirl? You like this?” He rolls his hips down into yours, unfortunately causing that same spark of pleasure to explode in your core. He cackles, overjoyed by this. “Maybe this is what you came here for: to get fucked by a gangster. I’m better than Toji though. I promise you that.”

He sits fully on top of you, straddling your waist, and reaches for your clutch. “Let’s see what ya got in here, shall we?” He turns your clutch over, causing each content of it to fall out onto the floor. Your lipstick and switchblade. Your phone. Your powder compact. And a pair of silver handcuffs.

Sukuna’s brow raises in interest and he gives you a smile that makes you damn near sick. He snatches the cuffs before you can reach them and suddenly gets off of you. Before you can wonder what’s happening, he flips you over onto your stomach and begins yanking you across the floor by your ankles. An animalistic grunt leaves your lips as you try to grab onto something to slow your trip, but it’s to no avail.

So you begin trying to kick him, hitting his arm and his leg. You try to get his balls, but you end up getting his knee. “Oooh, bratty!” he cackles. “I’m gonna have some fun with you, whore. You’re dressed for the part already.”

He is rough with you now, taking great pleasure in your shouts of pain and desperation. Finally, he forces you over to the nearest bedpost and yanks on your wrists. You wriggle and squirm, trying to escape him, but you can’t do much when the cuffs are clicking around your wrists.

Clank, clank.

You panic, trying to shake your wrists out, but the chain linking the cuffs together are looped around the bedpost. You are trapped. Sukuna stands back with his hands up his hips, admiring his handiwork. “There we go,” he chuckles. “Nice and tight. You look so good for me right now.”

You turn to stare at him, on your knees and cuffed to the post. “Fuck you,” you growl. His smirk grows along with his cock in his pants. “Oh, not yet, mama, but I’m glad you’re so eager.”

You begin to scream and clatter the cuffs around, making as much noise as you can to alert someone. Anyone. But when the familiar barrel of a gun presses into your backside, you pipe down. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls. “You’re mine tonight. And if you value your job and your life, you’d better do everything I say.”

He uses the gun to press it underneath your chin and turn you to face him. “Understand?” he growls, his red eyes glaring. You know better than to argue or scream or curse. So you swallow your pride and everything you learned from C.O.D.E. training. “Y-Yes,” you whimper.

Sukuna’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree at your obedience. “‘Yes, sir’ is the correct response, but I’ll let you off this one time.” He keeps his gun in his hand, but doesn’t aim it at you anymore. “Now if you wanna do somethin’ else with that mouth besides complain and talk shit, I’ve got an idea.”

His smile fades as he watches you watch him, his gaze molten hot and lustful. You have no choice but to watch him unbuckle his pants with one hand and pull his cock out. Your eyes widen at inch at his long, thick, pulsing shaft protruding from a nest of pink curls.

“Suck my cock,” he demands, his tone firm and serious. “Apologize to me for all of the lies and deceit. Oh, and look up here while you do it.”

You feel your eyes watering and your lips quivering. Everything in you is screaming at you not to comply…but there is one part nesting in the deepest, darkest depths of your being that is interested and curious. The same part of you that emerged in that VIP room with Toji five months ago.

Swallowing your pride, you start by kissing and licking along Sukuna’s shaft, introducing yourself to his cock. He softly groans and hums in enjoyment at your ministrations, pushing his hips forward.

He does so in a way that makes his cock slip between your lips and in your mouth without your permission. You gasp as his thick cock passes the threshold of your mouth, the taste of him all over your tongue. “That’s a good girl,” he moans, using one hand to grab the back of your head.

He pushes you forward onto his dick, taking him deeper into your mouth. You force yourself to open your throat and to breathe through your nostrils in an effort not to choke. He’s about as big as Toji with a thick, bulbous head, heavy balls, and—

Click.

Your eyes tick up to see Sukuna with your phone in his face, the gun now in his pocket. How did he break your code? Did he use Face ID? His cock slips out of your mouth and you take a moment to gasp in some air. “What are you—?”

“Just givin’ you some encouragement and persuasion,” he cuts in, smirking. “After all, you need to do a good job, don’t you? And I would just hate for your boss to somehow see this if you—“

“Don’t!” you cry, tears springing into our eyes. “Fine, I’ll do it! Just don’t send anything!” You want to shield yourself from the camera eye of your phone, but you can’t. You can’t do anything.

Sukuna keeps the camera on you, the threat of pictures or videos looming over you. “Open up then,” he growls. “And don’t even think about usin’ teeth…but you’re a good, smart girl, so I doubt you’ll try it with me.”

His cock pulses in front of you and you shiver. You don’t know if it’s out of repulsion or excitement. Either way, you suck on his cock like you mean it, hollowing your cheeks to take him easier. Sukuna lets out a loud, throaty groan, one hand tangled in your hair.

“That’s it, mama,” he groans. “Take that fuckin’ cock. Y’know, you’re better at this than ya are fightin’.” He pushes in deeper, making you gag and nearly triggering that button in the back of your throat to vomit. “You should think about changin’ occupations…bein’ a little cocksucker is way more fittin’ for ya.”

He begins to fuck your face now, slowly at first, but he is still brutal and rough. You have to force yourself to keep breathing to avoid throwing up all over his dick. “You could be my little cocksucker,” he growls. “My cock slut. My whore. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”

You gurgle and gag in response, your throat forced to flex around his cock interrupting its natural state. You feel as if your throat and mouth are being molded into his personal fleshlight with the way he fucks your face, grunting and groaning like a desperate man. His balls slap against your chin, filling your nose with the scent of his cologne and his cock.

You’ve never been used in such a way. You are being resorted to nothing but a toy. A hole for his own use. Saliva drips from your chin and down onto your tits, making you slick and messy…just like another part of you between your thighs. The more he fucks, the more your cunt throbs and pulses in anticipation for it to be fucked the same way.

What is wrong with you?

You can only ask yourself this question more as Sukuna’s thrusts grow rougher and stronger, his fingers digging into your scalp. “Fuck, baby,” he grunts. “You’re about to make me cum. You’d better fuckin’ take it…take it, bitch!”

Finally, with a few more brutal thrusts that steal your air away, Sukuna lets out a loud moan and cums deep down your throat. Your moans of protest and shock are muffled as his cock pushes deep, ropes of warm cum shooting down your throat.

“Take it,” he pants. “Take my fuckin’ cum. I know you want all of it.” He begins to rock his hips slowly, riding out his orgasm as he gives you more and more of his spunk. You take all of it because what other choice do you have?

When he finally pulls away, a string of cum-mixed saliva attaches itself to your bottom lip. He grips your chin, forcing you at look at him. “Show me your mouth,” he demands. “I wanna see it. Stick out your tongue and don’t let a single ounce drop.”

You do as he says, carefully sticking out your tongue so he can see the pool of cum on it. He smiles, patting your cheek. “That’s a good girl. Now swallow.” And like an obedient puppet, you close your mouth and swallow his cum before he gives you a long, wet, open-mouthed kiss that steals your breath away.

When he pulls away, he honestly looks…softer. Like he’s in love with what he sees. “Now,” he coos, wiping a drop of spit off of your lips with his thumb, “let me give you a reward for such a job well done.”

You let him grab your arm and force you onto your feet. Your body feels unbalanced and your legs are wobbly. To some degree, you’re thankful for the support of the post to hold you up as Sukuna’s big hands glide down your ass and thighs. Then, suddenly, you feel his breath caressing your asscheeks and something cool on your skin.

You realize what it is when you feel your panties slice off of your body. A knife. “Please,” you whimper. Sukuna chuckles, humored by your humiliation and fear. “Don’t fret, mama. This is just to get these panties off…if you’re good, that is.” He presses the cool metal of the knife into your thigh, making you feel the jagged edges.

“You can be a good girl for me, can’t you?” he whispers, a wicked smile in his voice. He doesn’t give you the chance to answer before lightly licking you against your slit. You gasp, your wrists straining against the cuffs. His big hands glide up to force your hips back, causing your ass to jut into his face.

Sukuna hums in enjoyment, licking and sucking away at your pussy that seems to grow wetter with every ministration of his tongue. How is he so good at this? You try to hold back your moans, but you can’t. Plus, the knife against your thigh doesn’t allow you. One wrong move or something that he doesn’t like and that knife could be cutting your skin.

So let him do as he pleases. But you don’t really have a choice either. All you can do is grip the pole you’re shackled to as Sukuna sucks on your pussy lips and swirls his tongue around your clit before he dips the muscle inside of you. Your mouth falls open on a loud moan, his soft lips cushioning your clit. Your thighs begin to quiver and you feel your body shake in pleasure.

You hate how good this feels. And you especially hate that the man you hate is making you feel this good.

Sukuna lightly pulls on your pussy lips, earning a whimper from you. “Isn’t this so much better than fightin’ me, baby?” he asks before French kissing your cunt once again. He kisses you sloppily and messily, his tongue licking and sliding this way and that. “Fuckin’ slut,” he growls, gripping your asscheek and giving it a smack. “You’re so desperate for me. It’s what you should be.”

He moves the knife to your lower stomach, pressing the tip into your lace bra. Your pulse jumps as you feel it puncture a hole in it, ruining the bra and grazing against one of your breasts. “Please,” you whine. “Please!”

Sukuna smiles, still licking and sucking your pussy with all of the vigor of a hungered man. “I like you beggin’,” he replies. “Do it again for me. Beg real pretty for me, slut.” You have no choice when he continues on slurping on your cunt and fucking your hole, his nose swiping against your clit.

“Please, please, please!” you sob. “Please let me cum!” Your begging must satisfy Sukuna because his tongue moves a little faster, his pace causing your body to quake against the restrictions of the cuffs. His hot, wet mouth causes your orgasm to wash over you quickly yet powerfully, controlling every part of your body. You let out a whine of pleasure as your cum explodes in Sukuna’s mouth, drenching his lips and chin in your juices.

The aftershocks come and your body starts writhing, causing you to grip the pole for dear life. Sukuna hums in satisfaction, cleaning you up as you writhe for him. Finally, when the aftershocks subside, you slump against the pole, your knees nearly giving out. Sukuna pulls away from you finally and lovingly strokes your ass. “Good little slut,” he coos in his deep voice. “But we ain’t done yet so you’d better get it together.”

Instantly, your stomach grows fluttery with butterflies and your core grows warm. You know exactly what is coming next. You can’t stop. You can’t avoid it. And more frighteningly, you’re not even sure if you don’t want it.

Sukuna stands behind you and places one foot between yours to widen your legs out. His knife glides up your side to your neck to come across your throat. You freeze as soon as you feel the cold metal touch your tender, warm skin. Sukuna chuckles into your ear as his other hand plays with your wet pussy. “What a thrill, huh?” he hisses. “You ain’t been thrilled yet till you’ve gotten me.”

You concur. You can’t help but to do so when he finally slides that big, thick, long cock inside of you. Slick and open from your orgasm, he slides right in and makes his home between your velvety walls. He groans into your ear while your mouth falls agape on a silent moan.

You feel stretched. You feel full. You feel used. And you feel absolutely, positively amazing. Sukuna digs his nails into the fleshy part where your ass meets your hip, his fingers fondling your tummy. “Fuck!” he grunts into your ear, panting hotly. Even he can’t get a grip on himself. Your pussy feels too good wrapped around him, stroking him of all he’s worth.

He drops the knife, no longer needing it, and your body relaxes…until the blade is replaced with his hand. “Take it,” he demands. “Take that fuckin’ cock. You know you need it.” His other hand grips your stomach, kneading the plushy, soft flesh as he fucks into your wet heat. “So let me give it to you,” he huffs. “Lemme give you everything that slutty pussy needs.”

His hips hammer harder and faster into your ass, making it quiver and recoil. Your moans are loud and high-pitched, unable to be silenced due to Sukuna’s pistoning thrusts. He fucks you like a machine, pumping in and out, out and in, his cock pulsing inside of you. “F-Fuck!” you stammer. “Wait, Sukuna! You’re going t-too fast!”

Your pussy feels like it’s going into overload, being stuffed too much and too quickly. Tears spring into your eyes as Sukuna grips your throat tighter, cutting off your air for just a moment. “Quiet!” he snaps. “Sluts don’t talk. They only take dick. They take all that’s given to them and they’re thankful for it.”

Short moans and gasps leave your lips as he continues to squeeze, still fucking you dumb. Your knees buckle and your head feels fuzzy from the overstimulation and his hand gripping your throat. The pleasure somehow mounts to astronomical heights because of this, leaving you a dumb, mindless mess.

Sukuna presses his lips to your ear, his lip ring cool against the shell of your ear. “So tell me thank you. Say “thank you, Daddy, for givin’ me that dick. Thank you for fuckin’ me so good. Thank you for makin’ me your little cock whore”.” He loosens his hold on your neck, allowing you time to breathe. But you can’t breathe. You can’t even speak. Your mind is full of cock, unable to focus on anything but Sukuna’s big thighs against yours and his dick pummeling into you.

His hand grips your neck again, tighter this time, and you gag. “Say it!” he demands, roaring into your ear. “Say the fuckin’ words!” This time, he doesn’t release your neck, so you’re forced to get the words out with his fingers pressing into your throat. Fat, wet tears drip from your lashes, wetting your cheeks behind your mask.

“Thank you!” you sob out, finally broken. “Thank you, Daddy! Thank you for giving me your dick! T-Thank you for…for…!” You trail off, your words turning into a desperate moan as you feel the knot in your core tighten.

You’re about to cum. Your target, this gangster, a lowdown, dirty criminal, is going to make you burst all over his big, fat cock as if you’re his lover and he’s deserving of all of it. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you warn. “Please, please let me cum, Daddy! I can’t take it!”

You grip the cuffs for dear life as he fucks and fucks and fucks you. Your knuckles turn white, an indication of the pleasure you’re experiencing. Sukuna chuckles, enjoying your torture. “Aww, but the fun just started, baby,” he condescendingly coos. “You gonna cum already? Is this gangster cock just too good?” You whimper in response, your eyes fluttering closed.

Smack!

Sukuna slaps your ass hard, making it sting. “I don’t hear an answer,” he growls. His thrusts grow quick and brutal, turning your pussy into mush and making your clit sing. “Yes! Yes, it feels so fucking good!” you babble.

“Cum on it then,” he orders. “Give Daddy what he wants. Fucking cum for me now, V.” He continues this brutal, controlling pace with one hand gripping your throat and the other on your ass, drilling into your pussy and against your G-spot with all of the mercy of a sinner.

It doesn’t take long for that knot in your core to snap. “Oh, fuck!” you whine, damn near screaming for all to hear as you cum hard around Sukuna’s cock. Your orgasm hits you hard and intensely, sending you on a trip as you thrash in Sukuna’s hands and against the post.

Your pussy grips him tighter than a vice as you cream him, coating him from his cockhead to his balls in your juices. He grunts in pleasure by how tight you’ve grown, gripping and stroking him until he has no choice but to cum. Before he can, he pulls out of you and forces you down onto your knees. You’re so weak that you go tumbling down like a baby deer still weak on its hind legs.

“Look at me.” You stare up into Sukuna’s eyes, now facing the man behind the red mask. He has taken it off, revealing his handsome face and strange, tatted stripes on his cheeks. He furiously pumps his slick cock with one hand while he uses the other to rip off your mask. You’re too weak and spent to protest or fight him off.

His face grows red and glistens in sweat from the fury of his pumping, his arm tense as he jerks himself off in front of you. “Take me,” he demands. “Take my cum, my good little whore.” With a few more pumps, he finally bursts with a roar of pleasure, his head flying back as he shoots his spunk all over your face and tits.

You gasp as the warm liquid hits your face, dripping down your cheeks, lips, neck, and juicy tits, making your skin sobbing wet and sticky with him. Your breath comes out in short puffs of air as you recover from the vigorous fucking, completely spent. And ruined.

Sukuna deeply exhales, relaxed and satisfied. “Not bad, little girl,” he chuckles. “I haven’t cum that hard in a minute.” You watch as he picks up his knife and begins to redress himself like nothing happened, fastening his buttons and his belt. Like this was just a quickie and nothing more.

When he finishes, he smirks down at you as he fishes a handkerchief out of his pocket. “Look at you, all messy,” he tuts. “Didn’t your boss teach ya to clean up after yourself?”

He kneels down and begins dabbing his cum off of your face, but not your tits. You already know you look crazy—mascara dripping, lipstick smudged, foundation fucked up. You eyeball Sukuna as he finishes cleaning you up. Even when he takes the key to the cuffs out of your clutch and releases you, you still glare at him like you’re trying to kill him with your eyes.

He tuts, cocking his head to the side. “Oh, now don’t look so glum. Here, I’ve got a present for you for your hard work.” He gives you a wink before walking over to the nightstand, leaving you to recover on the floor.

Slowly, you put your dress back on, hissing at the burn of your hands and wrists from the cuffs. You do your best to keep the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks at bay. You’re almost dressed when Sukuna comes back to you and presents you with the diamond, covering it with the cloth.

You’re stunned into silence for a while, even as he places the rock in front of you and then backs away. He watches you as you watch the diamond, half expecting it to blow up or something…but it doesn’t. Immediately, you feel enraged. “So you’re gonna give me that and what? Let me go?” You laugh, dry and loud. “Was the pussy that good that now you feel bad?”

Immediately, Sukuna’s hand is wrapped tight in your hair. He grips it and yanks you up, making you shout in pain. He brings you up an inch away from his irritated, crimson eyes. “Don’t get too cocky, bitch,” he hisses. “This ain’t about how hard you made me bust or how good you looked takin’ my cock. This is about teachin’ you a lesson.”

Your body tenses and grows cold. As if sensing this, Sukuna soothes your fears. “I’m not gonna kill you,” he explains. “Instead, I’m gonna give you that stupid rock you wanted and you can explain all to your boss about how you saved the day to get it…but only you’ll know what it took. Only you’ll know how you failed again.”

He leans in, smirking. “And that cuts deeper than any knife.” And it does. Already, you feel gutted than Toji made you feel. You’re bleeding out all over the floor, humiliated. Broken. Destroyed. You have failed again.

Sukuna’s smirk grows wider and he loosens his grip on your hair. “But I like you,” he chuckles. “And I don’t like a lot of people, so I’ll throw ya a sweetener: if we ever cross paths again and you get tired of bein’ a hero, you can come kick it with me. Be my little slut and my partner.”

He leans in, giving your neck a long lick, making you whine. “How’s that sound, doll?” he whispers, stroking your cheek. You don’t answer. If anything, you feel like spitting in his face. “I’ll let you sit on it, but my offer stands. Till we meet again, V.”

He gives you a wink and releases you before fastening his mask onto his face. You watch as he turns to leave, unable to take him from behind. You’re too weak and too defeated to do so. “Feel free to use the shower!” he calls, and then you hear the elevator ding.

So you do. Once he is gone and the hotel suite is now yours, you drag yourself to the luxurious bathroom, undress, and take a scalding shower to wash Sukuna’s cum, your ruined makeup, and tonight’s mistakes off of you. You use as much of the floral-scented body wash as you can, washing, scrubbing, and rinsing until your fingers and toes are pruned.

But even that isn’t enough. When you end your long, hot shower, you feel just as dirty as when you walked into it. You then steal one of the plush hotel robes left by the shower and drag yourself back into the hotel room, leaving the floor a mess with your discarded items. The only thing you pick up is your phone.

There, several calls from your boss wait for you. “Shit,” you mutter to yourself. Is it possible Sukuna sent him something anyway? Only one way to find out.

With your mind made up and your heart pounding, you press on your boss’ contact and wait for him to answer, each dial tone making your anxiety peak. Finally, he answers. “V, Thank God!” he exclaims. “I’ve been calling you for hours! Where the hell have you been?! The agents that I put on the Sukuna case told me you’re at the party and Sukuna’s file is gone. V, are you there right now?”

You don't answer for a moment, too busy staring at the diamond sitting next to your discarded mask. Both signs of your failure. Tears begin to rise to the surface again, but this time, only one falls. You can’t fool yourself anymore.

“V!” your boss shouts. “V, answer me! Where are you right now?”

“I’m sorry, boss,” you choke out, wiping your cheek. “I’m going to have to resign.”

TO BE CONTINUED.

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7.2 Bucky*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Explicit Sexual Content Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here (oral (m receiving)).

Word Count: 1.3k

Previously On...: Bucky surprised you with a night-time picnic. You exchanged dog tags, and now things have taken a sexy turn.

A/N: Fair warning, this and the next two sections are smut! Hurray!

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Bucky Barnes was convinced in that moment he’d died and gone to heaven. How else could he explain the sight before him? Major, on her knees, completely naked in the middle of the woods, save for his dog tags around her neck, body glowing under the candlelight of the lanterns as she palmed his aching erection through his jeans, telling him how much she wanted it down her throat.

But Bucky knew that a man who carried as many sins on his back as he did had no hope of finding paradise in the afterlife, so this could only be the real thing. He watched with mouth hanging open as Major crawled up his body, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. “Help a girl out and lift your hips, Sergeant?” she asked him with a smirk.

Bucky let out a low groan as he obliged, lifting his hips from the blanket so Major could pull his pants off his legs. Once she’d removed them, she tossed them aside atop her own pile of discarded clothes.

“Mmm,” she hummed, “you sure look pretty, Sarge. Let’s get that shirt off.” Bucky made a move to reach for the hem of his shirt, but Major tutted him. “Let me take care of you tonight,” she said. “You always do such a good job of making me feel good; I want to return the favor.” Her hands reached to his waist, dragging his shirt up and over his torso, then his head, and Bucky thought he was going to cum on the spot. He’d never been with a woman so… enthusiastic? Insatiable? Commanding? All of the above, he thought.

Once she had his shirt off, she leaned back on her haunches and studied him, licking her lips as she took him in. “I just want you to lay back and let me do all the work, okay?” she asked him.

Bucky found he couldn’t speak through the lump in his throat but did as Major asked, leaning back on his elbows so he could watch her. She locked eyes with him, and he expected her to take his briefs off of him the way she had his pants, but instead, she leaned down and began to nuzzle his cock with her cheek through the fabric.

He sucked in a breath as she drew her nose along his clothed length. As he grew harder, she began sucking open-mouthed kisses against him. While Bucky couldn’t wait to feel her warm mouth against his sensitive skin, the friction the fabric was providing as she worked on him was divine.

“Fuck, sugar,” he grunted as her palm rolled over him. The gray fabric of his boxer briefs was already dark with precum, but Major added to the growing wet patch with her saliva. “If I don’t get these off soon, it’s gonna be the second pair I’ve ruined because of you in two days.”

Major laughed, her mouth so close to Bucky’s groin, he could feel the vibration of it in dick. “Wouldn’t want that,” she said teasingly. “No washer and dryer out here in the woods. Though, I suppose you could rinse them out in the stream and I could fuck you until they’re dry.”

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Bucky asked, his laugh turning into a gasp as Major rolled his boxer briefs down his hips, setting his erection free.

“Nope, just this fat cock,” Major said, winking at him. Once she’d slid his underwear down to his knees, she leaned forward and gave his cockhead a featherlight kiss. Bucky grunted and arched his back. Who knew the softest of touches could feel so fucking good?

Major licked a long, slow stripe along the underside of Bucky’s cock from the base to the tip, and Bucky nearly came right then. He tried to think of any and everything he could come up with to stave off his orgasm as Major took him fully into her mouth.

He settled on the 1941 Brooklyn Dodgers.

Major’s tongue around his tip, dancing over its weeping slit and Bucky bent his knees to brace himself against the ground…

Winning the Pennant for the first time in 21 years over the Cardinals.

Her cheeks hollowing as her mouth tightened around him, enveloping him in her warm heat…

Losing the World Series to the goddamn Yankees, 3 to 1 in the fifth and final game.

Her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock as her head began to bob back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Higbe and Wyatt pitching their best seasons.

The feeling of her nose brushing up against the curly hairs of his pubic bone…

Eight hundred runs, the highest in the league and – Jesus fucking Christ, was she actually swallowing around him?!

It was too much. Despite his best efforts, everything she was doing to him felt too wonderful, too euphoric for him to continue to think straight, let alone try and hold back. “Fuck, sugar, pull off; ‘m gonna cum,” he grunted, but Major didn’t retreat. If anything, her eyes took on a sardonic look and she gripped his thighs tighter and began moving her head faster than she had before. God, Bucky thought as he watched her from between his legs, she looked a vision, the way she was devouring him. With her eyes locked on his, and the flickering shadows dancing in the candlelight, she looked like something out of ancient myth, a goddess of fire and lust, of darkness and passion. And he was a willing sacrifice to her alter.

The candlelight reflecting off the silver tag around her neck that bore his name. Of all the mere mortals that roamed the planet, Major had selected Bucky Barnes to bestow upon him the honor of seeing her, like this, in all of her divine glory.

With a grunt that bordered on a growl, Bucky came at that thought– the thought that someone like her felt that he, of all people, was worthy. He could feel seemingly never-ending ropes of his cum spurt from his cock, and he was fully expecting Major to pull away– none of the other girls he had ever been with could seem to withstand the amount of cum the serum led him to produce, but Major? Major continued to suck him like he was a straw, as though she were trying to draw every ounce of cum out of Bucky’s balls and take it down her throat. And by the gleam in her eye, she seemed to actually be enjoying it.

After what felt like the longest orgasm of Bucky’s very long life, he finally stopped, his cock beyond sensitive. Bucky’s elbows gave out and he fell onto his back, gasping for breath. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cum that hard. Gently, Major slid herself off of him. She wiped at her mouth gently with a hand, then moved to grab one of the extra blankets Bucky had brought for their picnic. She carefully draped it over him, then crawled up alongside his body to mold herself along his length.

“Are you okay?” she asked, tracing a gentle finger along the line of his jaw.

Bucky sucked in a gulp of air before turning to face her. “You…” he began, not even sure where he was going with his thought, he was so lost in the post-orgasmic fog of his brain, “you are fucking magic.”

Major pressed her forehead against Bucky’s shoulder and snickered. “If you say so,” she told him.

“I do say so,” Bucky said, still trying to catch his breath. “I just need a minute.”

“Take your time,” Major said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

<- Previous Part / Next Part ->

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classiccowboy · 1 year ago

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instagram j.b.

summary: follow along with joe and his fiancé evie as the go through his football career.

*face claim is Yasmin Quintana*

series masterlist.

breezyevie

liked by nfl, bengals, joeyb_9, and 927,028 others

breezyevie: i’m proud of my joey, win or lose you’re my guy forever. until next season. ✌🏼

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user: those penalties at the end were BS!!

> breezyevie: you said it !!

user: you are cringe garbage

user: not you dyeing your hair before the biggest game of the year.

> breezyevie: maybe it was bad luck.

user: thank you for bringing such positivity to fan base

user: i love you and the bengies so much

> breezyevie: i love you!

joeyb_9: special season. thank you for being there, you rock ev. ❤️

> breezyevie: special guy. 🤍

user: i can’t believe that you’re joe b girlfriend

millyg: you’re cincy’s hero.

> breezyevie: you’re my hero.

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: Back to work.

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user: keep shining joey, you’ll be back next year

user: now i can block evie till next season, i only follow for you.

breezyevie: you are the most inspiring and dedicated person i know. i’m obsessed with you.

> user: girl we know. get a life.

user: i’m calling it now they go undefeated next season

user: we will be back. WHO DEY!!!

user: this had me tearing up

> breezyevie: i’ve cried so much. just let it out.

user: does this mean that ur cringy gf won’t be posting you anymore?

> user: y’all love to hate on a girl for living her life.

breezyevie

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breezyevie: life update for you stalkers. 🤪

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user: gross

user: that drink looks so good

> breezyevie: it was amazing!!

millyg: i still can believe i wasn’t invited

> breezyevie: don’t hate me. 😅

user: clout chaser

user: you’re my idol

> breezyevie: stop, my heart will explode. 🤍🤍🤍

user: imagine joe b is ur man?

> user: and she’s so average..

user: i already can’t wait to see your game day fits. is it september yet?

user: please quit posting with joe, i’m trying to forget you’re the one who has him tied down.

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: preciate all of the fighters that didn’t beat me up this weekend. @ufc

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breezyevie: it’s the bucket hat for me

> joeyb_9: just call me joe buckets

> breezyevie: gtfo. 🤣

user: coldest qb

user: stupid pic

user: didn’t know joey b was chill like that

user: why didn’t ev go to the fight?

> user: no one wants to see him with his busted gf

> user: they’re engaged now

> user: that’s even worse

lahjay10_: no ev slander around here

> breezyevie: you’re my favorite. 🤍

breezyevie

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breezyevie: is she a nascar girly now?

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user: i hate when ur posts come up on my page

user: a post that isn’t about joe? *gasp*

joeyb_9: you’re just the coolest person i know.

> breezyevie: it’s natural swag

user: iconic look

user: fine i’ll watch @nascar now

lahjay10_: she drive that fast car

user: is this why you weren’t at ufc with joe

user: are you going to become an influencer now

user: omg look at you!

user: i wanna be you when i grow up

> breezyevie: be better than me! be YOU!!

user: what a sellout. quit piggy backing off of your bf and get a real job

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: Today and always… Happy Anniversary Ev, your gift is this pic on my feed.

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breezyevie: thanks for being you and for being mine.

> user: all of the “joe never post her” commenters, refer to the above photo.

> user: i liked it better that way

user: he deserves so much better

lahjay10_: there’s no joey b without ev! happy anniversary.

user: no way he’s got a gf!!!

> user: they have been together for like six years? like how did you miss that?

user: that should be me

user: when he didn’t post her i could pretend she didn’t exist

user: happy anniversary to my mom and dad!

bengals: Happy Anniversary to Jovie!

user: break up with her, i’m hotter.

breezyevie

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breezyevie: some randoms of my jb. im so lucky that i fell in love with someone who became hot and famous. my life is brighter with you in it, happy anniversary baby.

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user: i can’t wait for this wedding

user: ev is always clutch with the unseens

joeyb_9: hot, famous, and taken. it’s you and me baby.

user: mother has fed us today

user: it’s sad that she limited comments

> user: i never thought id see the day that comments would bother her, she’s got thick skin.

> millyg: sometimes it doesn’t matter how thick your skin is when the whole internet is shitting on you just bc they want your man.

breezyevies ig stories:

#bengals #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #nfl #nfl imagine #joe burrow insta au #joe burrow instagram

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yakumtsaki · 6 months ago

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AND WE'RE BACK. My cancerous thyroid might have briefly cucked me, but now I'm about to cuck every goddamn semi-incestuous couple in this house. Isn't that right, Baby?

-CAWK CAWK

Exactly! Baby here is a parrot that Meadow rolled the want for and I was like sure, what problems could a parrot possibly cause?

-OPEN THIS DOOR. SOMEONE OPEN THIS DOOR FOR ME. OPEN IT RIGHT NOW OPEN IT OPEN IT

Um it should open automatically for you wtf?

-OPEN THE DOOR, MAMMAL TRASH, THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING

Ok Baby seriously why won't the doors open for you?

-I DON'T KNOW BUT I WILL STAY HERE AND PREVENT EVERYONE FROM GOING TO CLASS BECAUSE THEY'RE TOO STUPID TO USE THE OTHER DOOR

Alright then, clearly there's only one solution to this..

Perfection.

-Um, what happened to the door?

-IT ASKED TOO MANY STUPID QUESTIONS. OUT OF THE WAY, HUMMIE SCUM

Well, Baby was clearly a much needed addition to this house. Now, to the main event: an end to the Year of Sin!

NOP, NEVERMIND, SPOKE TOO SOON, MUST DO THIS INSTEAD. We invite Good Witch over for Spice and she asks to bring a friend and it's FUCKING MALCOLM. LMAO. I simply have to, I can't resist-

-Well well well, if it isn't the famous Malcolm Landgraab IV, the finest intergenerational concubine the world has ever seen!

-Huh?

-You were too much of a straggot to date my father, but I know you won't be able to resist the charms of the much better looking son!

-What?

-God, the conversation is just crackling with sexual tension!

-So, Malc, I believe we should make out. Thoughts?

-Where are those fucking butterflies coming from?

-Your stomach? ;)

No, they're from the Good Witch, my bad y'all.

After many, MANY hours of talking, Malcolm finally accepts a lame wolf whistle-

-but our efforts are interrupted by Felina returning from class. WILL YOU GIVE IT A FUCKING REST FOR ONE DAY

-NEVER

-Sorry kid, but if Malcolm Landgraab is to ever consider bisexuality, it will be for someone who can beat up his own sister.

Wtf kinda rule is that you freak?? You know what, just gtfo-

-NO. Stay here, Malcolm, I'd like to hear stories about you and great-great grandma Victoria!

-Oh wow, now that was a real woman. She could hold her liquor, she could whore around, she could beat up anyone.. No man could ask for anyone more feminine!

You are so right, Malcolm, the only one to ever do it better was Long John Silver!

Ok seriously Barth is there a plan here, why are we wasting valuable time on platonic interactions with this loser?

-I just have a feeling true love will prevail!

What are you even talking about-

UM PWND @ ME WTF. ACR DOES IT AGAIN WITH LITERAL NEGATIVE CHEMISTRY LOL

OH FUCK YES TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE. Two Babies with one stone if you will!

-HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ME, YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD

Ya ok GROSS but finally we can put this behind us, 1 down, 200 more to go. Cyan go back to your other cousin-lover while you still can because I'm breaking you up too!

-Don't have to tell me twice!

Ugh.

-Hmmm...

What now, Barth.

-Nothing, I just keep forgetting I actually have two eyes.

Ya, you and me both.

-But now that I possess peripheral vision, I see there's so much to be done in this house.

You have set yourself on fire multiple times, please stop with the household tasks, that's why we have a butler.

-But he never actually does anything!

Yes well, his main job is to answer the door and we no longer have one, but it's still money well spent.

-WELL I WILL FIX THE DISHWASHER OR DIE TRYING

-BARTH NO I STILL LOVE YOU

-FUCK YOU SUNSET, YOU BROKE MY HEART BY SLEEPING WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND. HE'S NOT EVEN RELATED TO YOU

Barth no offense but I think I'm ready for your next electrocution to take you out.

-As am I!

-And I!

-GETTING SLAPPED MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY IS STARTING TO AFFECT MY MENTAL HEALTH HOW DO I MAKE IT STOP

You could stop being Satan incarnate?

-No, there has to be a better way!

-How about I sleep with the boyfriend of the only cousin in this house who doesn't already hate me?

Yes, absolutely, and please take another crack at fixing the dishwasher when you're done.

#unions #gen 4 #ts2 #long post

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demonicnarwhale · 6 months ago

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Carapaces!!!!

RC / Raptorial Clerk: RC is one of the archivist on Prospit who deals with mainly Prospit's history and keeping things neat and tidy (just in case if it's needed then carapaces can go to him and retrieve that information) there's other archivists for different sections of society like political, economical, etc. When Midnight City happens / fall of the kingdoms he ends up being a librarian teehee

his origins: and due to his specialties being historical archiving, he's in the same department or area as HK and the two are actually hatch friends!!! YAYYYYY!!!! (they are both smiling)

HN / Harbinger Newel: Newel is just the sort of look the outpost tower he's situated at looks like as seen in the small doodle. He just blows his clarinet looking instrument (i giggle since he choses to play the actual clarinet in CMS) when there's some arrival. There's a certain tune he plays depending on what it is. Enemies/Derse army or Prospit army / workers.

WN / Willowy Notary: She's basically some note taker for court records and such. The cloth covering her eyes is a form of "judgement solely based on the case itself" rather than having any bias (that and I wanna continue her lil "no eyes can be seen" thing going on :D. So like she sits in the court room (grinning so wide when i get to share their architecture and infrastructure) and notates what happens and is being said so that if the case needs to be continued/looked at later to come up with the "right" decision they have a reference. Or if there's important documents being signed and such, she's a witness. (like whatever actual notaries do)

MG / Monoceros Goliath: I thought I was gonna be so smart with the first word, tried searching up for a word to describe a horned animal or synonyms for rhinos (cuz haha helmet rhino beetle) but i got no answer(s) and the ones I did related mainly to constellations. Monoceros mainly just being some Greek word for a legendary animal with a horn so like a unicorn. Weeps guys I'm not cut out for elaborate names.

Also she's (so far) a pawn mainly or somewhere near being a rook but not quite there hence being goliath as she's pretty strong/big for a pawn yay. oh yes and she's well aware of innocent lives (aka farmers or pawns that aren't in either army) and so she'll send out a warning or make it known so said carapaces can evacuate/gtfo (both for Prospit and Derse). Like she wants to make it fair and also avoid unnecessary bloodshed. Or something like that cuz overthinking on it makes me think it sounds silly and odd.

Her armor does have some little pearl-like beads cuz why not :) and- and- and it's supposed to be like constellations with the metal engravings (that im too simple minded to give detail to)

Tallest soldier i have and the shortest (also! I had realized that Dynastinae is, THE SCIENTIFIC NAME FOR RHINO BEETLES OAUGRHAUGHRA clawing at my under eyelids (ive realized this while typing this all out <3) so it's either she's MG or DG

SH / Splendorous Headhunter: Basically she goes out and recruits or finds Dersites (who don't already have a job) some role in society that benefits both the community and themselves. Like she's not just going to randomly assign them jobs but try to understand the individual and go suggest jobs. Cuz like, there's of course other Dersites in this similar role (as her) that don't care. But to SH she thinks of it like "why would I make someone miserable, it makes no sense to force someone to do a job they dislike cuz work won't get done at an efficient rate" that and so there's no strikes-

CC / Canorous Clergyman: just listen to this: (and Powerwolf in general please guys oaughh I fucking love this band so so so so so so much)

Midnight Madona teehe i love Powerwolf so much oaugh my goodness (so much so i would've done gone gatekeep em but then i realized. that's corny. and this sorta genre??? is corny on its own in the best way possible, to me :)). but yes im just adding this here because i kept listening to it when drawing this mf

Midnight Madona (Orchestral Version) also the orchestral version fucking ROCKS (and all the other songs they do orchestral versions of) and is what I like to imagine Derse's choir would sound like (the tone or feeling more than the words teehee and of course not with a big ass orchestra track behind ok you know what I MEAN) like do to around the same time stamp as the version above gehehee

I also already kinda explained his whole deal in a previous post. here be CC. But basically, he's more of a figure for individuals to look to either for help or a sense of "oh so this is what we should be doing for our society". So yeah, he's like, the royal family lol, no real political power as he's a lower status bishop. Like, he's a Bishop for the individuals, to ensure they fall in line and yadda yadda support the community and all. Kinda like, a pastor lol

KH / Kinetoscopic Hallucinator: Due to Derse being, ya know, Derse, connections with these fuckassers (horrorterrors) is prone to happen. As we've seen with players and even Feferi having gigglybob and yay yadda Derse Void dreamers yadda. Basically he gets to listen to all the wonderful stories of the past these eldritch beings share with him. Whereas Prospit gets those lil clouds from Skaia to hint at the future. So, he takes the words and stories from horrorterrors as signs of "precautions" or warnings of what may happen in the future. A sort of doomsday gig going on.

Teehe. He still gets to deal with trying to predict Derse's future but that's a bit hard on him so he turns to memorializing Derse's past, and the Horrorterrors give him information that can precede Derse or even what was missed from its history. But it's mainly just them messing with him going "oooh Derse is doomed in the foreseen future! OoooOoooh" and he goes "aight bet" then boom red miles upon ye. Oh and the kinetoscopic thing is just the fact he has his own lil kinetoscope where he enjoys (the process not the actual fact he needs to listen to them) trying to figure out what the Horrorterrors tell him and depicts it as short stories and then draws frames for a lil animation. He just replays them only to get a sense of dread lol. Later on just outcasts himself in his tower to deal with the horrorbobs instead of looking like a loon in front of everyone, possibly to Derse's moon because ahA obvious motifs! of like, the horrorbobs keeping him chained down and yeahhh

It's basically the medium or locations for Sburb/Sgrub but at the moment I'm more focused on Carapace + etc instead of trolls and humans. I ain't no physic astronomer or something so I'll go back and change things up if it's needed but like, I can bs some stuff right??? yeaaahhhhh.

The idea is like I know it's made for the game but what if no game??? It still very much takes after the set up for the medium with Sgrub but woe upon yet.

The locations of Prospit and Derse is why HK (Historiographic Knitter) and KH (Kinetoscopic Hallucinator) are able to look into the future/past. Due to the locations of their respected planets

HK being on Prospit can receive snippets of the future but it's all randomized so it's like she needs to put it all together, or just write down what she sees. She uses these to make stories or piece them together then create textiles for them along with the stories recorded of the past

KH being on Derse, yeah you read his gig.

Skaia: Trying to deal with what the point of Skaia is for both sides. I think I'll go with it's just been so embedded in both societies to either protect or destroy it that carapaces at this point just need to continue what their ancestors had fought for. Honestly, I'm just going to go with Jack Noir doing his red miles thing and destroying Prospit and Derse then killing (almost) all soldiers and the Kings on the battlefield leaving Skaia dormant. (But then whYYyy would he do that in this context)

Midlay: Basically this version's planet of where exiles go and where Midnight City will soon be made.

The Veil: just asteroids to make traveling to and from Prospit and Derse to be dangerous-ish so it's not like carapaces can just go to the opposing planet and cause chaos. If it's really needed then there's only a handful of carapaces suited for that job.

Dream Bubbles: I know it's thanks to Feferi that they're a thing, so they're not a part of this actual universe, BUT I thought they were just cool to include where I think they'd go.

Green Sun: hi Doc Scratch

In terms of like biology/features of carapaces:

I'm going with Carapaces either being like RC where they got them bug-wuggy/crusty marine life features or like HK with a more chess-come-to-life sort of look, thinking it might just be from the cloning? or however these freaks are made getting fucked over with the system or something, just cuz it could be like "oh it derives from chess pieces but also some bug-crustaceans-alien thing" and sometimes the bug-crustacean just wins. It's totally not so I can shit and giggle with other designs and stuff, what??? no. And then of course carapces can have spawn of their own, but lay eggs yadda yadda and so some of these features can get passed down and such. It's just cloning is used in both kingdoms to ensure there's a steady flow of carapaces to work on the planets or get thrown into battle and yeah.

NOTE AS OF NOW: I just copied and pasted information i had saved on them all and so I will most likely go back and fix things up, or make a new post if it's anything major like "Oh I'm changing this character up" but yeAH

#my art #carapaces #RC #Whole Note #Half Note #Eighth Note #MG #SH #CC #KH #commons midnight swing

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courtingchaos · 2 years ago

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Sundress

Mmm, I reblogged something about men in sundresses earlier and this is all I’ve thought about all day. Just a little something quick and dirty.

Eddie finds your new sundress and he looks real pretty in it.

18+ NSFW No Minors Allowed GTFO

Warnings: Hand jobs, dirty talk, cum eating you’re welcome

Eddie had tried to commit to the bit, had put your new sundress on and pranced out into the kitchen to show you. Did his little twirls and batted his lashes but it had all started going against him when he’d seen your eyes darken. He watches your gaze swipe up and down his body and suddenly he feels like he’s put himself on display. The tilt of your head when he turns to go back into the bathroom makes his heart rate increase and suddenly he’s trying to beat you to the doorway so he can shut the door. You get your hand on the doorframe though and crowd him against the countertop.

He’s already half hard and you can feel him pressing into your thigh. You trail a hand over his bare shoulder, pulling the thin strap down and placing a light kiss there. His breathing is short and quick and you keep kissing up to his neck while your other hand finds the hem of the dress and slides up his thigh.

“Are you not wearing underwear?”

“N-no, I was gonna get in the sh-oh fuck.” He’s cut off when you wrap your hand around his hardening cock under the silky cotton.

“No panties?” He immediately blushes, the red flooding his cheeks while you grin up at him. “Why don’t you turn around for me, huh?” You’re slowly stroking him and with your other hand you grab his hip to turn him. “See how pretty you look.”

Eddie is very quickly beside himself, hands braced on the counter top while you press up against him. The deep green of the dress is stark against his pale skin and okay, maybe it does look good. You hook your chin on his shoulder so you can watch his face while you jerk him off under the dress.

“Does that feel good baby?” You coo and he’s aware that you’re turning his own game against him. His teasing and his games coming back to bite him in the ass. He doesn’t care though, nods his head vigorously so you’ll maybe speed up a bit. He hangs his head when your hand wanders down to grab his balls, a low groan echoing in the small bathroom.

“Aw you don’t wanna watch?” You tug the dress behind him so it gathers above his hips, giving him a clear view of your hand gripping him under the dark green skirt. You roll his balls gently and he lets out the breath he was holding, arms shaking just a bit from anticipation. Your lips graze his ear, tongue following and he groans.

“Keep making those noises for me, so fuckin’ pretty.” You move your hand back to squeeze at the head of his cock, the dribble of precome caught in your palm before it drips into the sink. Your finger grazes the underside and up over the slit and his legs start to tremble. “You gettin’ close baby?” He nods again but you’ve brought your hand up to grip the hair at the base of his skull to pull his head up. “I wanted you to see Eddie.”

His mouth falls open on a laugh, gasping to the ceiling when you do finally speed up. He can see you watching him in the mirror, eyes wide with awe when a mean little smile grows. You let his cock go and hold your hand up in front of his open mouth. “Lick.”

He obliges, rolls his tongue out and licks a fat stripe up your palm. Wriggles the point in between your fingers till you pull your hand back and the slick sound of your palm sliding over soft skin sets the heat low in his belly.

“Oh good boy.” That makes him whimper and lean back in to you. I am a good boy, he thinks to himself. Put this dress on and ended up getting a handy in the bathroom. What a clever, good boy-

His thoughts cut off when you latch on to his neck, wet tongue sliding on overheated skin. You nibble at him to get a shiver down his back and he almost buckles under all your ministrations.

“Jesus Christ I’m fuckin-pleasepleaseplease!”

“Please what?”

“Please keep going.”

“I wasn’t gonna stop.” You mumble against his neck. He’s stringing out a litany of curses now. Between watching your hand on his cock and watching your face delight in his predicament, that heat starts creeping up fast. It burns through his abdomen and makes his knees hit the cabinet.

“I gotcha baby.” You let his hair go to wrap your arm around his waist, hand laid flat just under his racing heart. “You gonna cum?” Practically purring at him you give his neck a nuzzle and listen to the whines crawling out of him. “Huh? You gonna make a mess out of my new dress?”

“Uh huh.” He’s drunk on your voice. Follows it to the edge of his arousal and you push him over with your filthy little words.

“Oh come on baby, cum for me. Make a mess and maybe I’ll let you clean it up with that eager mouth.”

When he cums you hold him up, hand sliding up his chest to splay over the front of his throat. Long ropes of white over your fist and onto the counter, getting smeared on the hem of the skirt where it’s fallen back down his waist. You can feel the muscles flex under your hand when he tries to swallow around his gasps. You keep the pace of your hand up till he whimpers and tries to pull back, over sensitive and skin hot.

Holding up your hand you turn it over to inspect it, other hand still resting gently around his neck. He’s trying to catch his breath, head full of cotton and you. Doesn’t even think twice when you hold your hand up again and tell him to lick. He grabs your wrist and turns around to face you, tongue laving over your palm and between your fingers. He’s tangy on your skin, might almost say he enjoys the taste of it off you but he’s getting distracted by the look in your eyes. Wrenching out of his grasp you make to pull the dress off of him and he can feel the cooling patches on the fabric when it drags across his body.

“Still wanna take that shower?” You crowd him again, right up against the side of the tub, enough that he almost tips over into it.

“You are insatiable.” He laughs at you and pulls the shower curtain away, waiting for you to fully undress.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be walking around with no underwear then.”

“Oh it’s my fault?”

“You knew exactly what you were doing.” You climb in after him and slide your hands up into his hair, slick from the hot water.

“It really was supposed to be a joke.”

“Oh I take my men in dresses very seriously Munson.”

(Sacrifice for the readmore)

#Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson Fic #My Work #My Fic

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alyheartsjess · 6 months ago

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rating all the beefs between rory’s love interests:

4. dean VS logan. they saw eachother one time and dean just decided to drive away and never see rory again instead of entering his third homoerotic love triangle situation. i guess they do learn. the narrative told us that rory is ready to date rich guys now. the narrative is NOT gonna make me feel bad for dean. pretty boring, nothing happened. 5/10

who did i root for? i was ready for dean to gtfo already but you’re not gonna catch me saying i rooted for logan in any situation. let’s go with nobody. if they actually would have interacted it would have been such a loser-off. i still think emily and lorelai respectively are the ones who actually wanted these men for rory.

3. dean VS tristan. the first one. will always be funny. I’LL CALL YOU WHEN I NEED MY TAXES DONE is one of dean’s maybe 2 contributions to the series. he made me chuckle once, okay. barely. these two morons fighting over season one rory who just wanted to read thick books at benches and didn’t gaf is so unserious. respect to my girl, though. this was the strong start of several similar situations. poor rory. 6/10

who did i root for? tristan is hotter, more charismatic and just, you know, not dean. but rory did want to be with dean (for some reason) and clearly didn’t want to be with tristan (who just couldn’t get the hint already). so i guess my answer here is nobody too. i don’t like to see dean winning, so i’m not gonna contribute to that

2. logan VS jess. jess ended team logan on a striking level. like woah. self-made, hot, unbothered, funny. logan was catching strays here, holy shit. it was incredible to watch. one of the best episodes of the show. who i rooted for is pretty clear. 9/10. this beef, however, will never top…

1. jess VS dean. 10/10. chef’s kiss. mwuah. the tension😭😭😭😭 the way they focused more on their feud with eachother than actually dating rory. the way they went out of their way to find the other around town to deliver a threatening message or just annoy the other. (also the way they made fun of the other’s shitty job while having a shitty job themselves. like whatever makes you feel better😭). the way jess bought that basket just because dean looked all tall and mad and it was funny😍 the way dean was bothered as hell by jess before jess even knew who he was😭😭😭😭😭 you just know they wrote angry diary entries about eachother. as you can see, dean is dominating this list and is in a situation such as this every thursday, but you just know this one hit different for him.

just kiss already. that’s what i rooted for.

#gilmore girls

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as8bakwthesage · 16 days ago

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I LOVE FALLOUT NEW VEGAS SO FUCKING MUCH RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Except make it my ramblings about this game…

My notes thus far:

Benny is a LITTLE BITCH and he is getting SLAPPED when I meet him—

Sunny is already making top 5 of my favourite characters in this game

Man, these Geckos ain’t shit

The fight for Goodsprings was weirdly hard?? (Neglects to mention my awful coordination and shitty gameplay.)

*kills Powder Gangers on sight*

I go up to Sloan. I meet some guys. They tell me to go away. I remember all the YouTube videos I have watched about “Fallout: New Vegas” and their discussions regarding Quarry Junction. I immediately turn around and walk down to Prim.

I kill some more Powder Gangers. And put The Other Robot Cowboy in charge as Sheriff. I also steal supplies from the NCR—

My character has two Deathclaw Gauntlets in their reference. One of my best friends tells me that there is a code to spawn them in. I now have a Deathclaw Gauntlet.

I AM A GOD MUAHAHAHAHA!!!

These Rad-Scorpions ain’t shit—

So I talk to some Park Rangers and they tell me do some jobs for them. Ghost tells me to go to Nipton. I go to Nipton.

I do not kill the Annoying Meme guy. I was tempted. But I resisted.

*stares in silent horror at the carnage and brutality around me*

“If you feel strongly about it, attack us. And soon you won’t feel a thing…” “aight bet.” “Wha-“ *gets Deathclawed to death*

No-Bark is hilarious. National treasure.

“Jeannie May Crawford is immediately suspicious to me…” Foreshadowing is a literary device which is—

Boone told me to find out who killed his wife. I oblige. Manny is the most obvious red herring to ever herr. He tells me to go get rid of the Ghouls.

These Feral Ghouls ain’t shit—

Ah yes, Ghoul cultists! Cool cool.

I got lost in the Basement, killed the Nightkin, then realised how fucking close the Main Nightkin’s desk was to the basement door, remembered that this was “Fallout New Vegas” and that I could solve problems with my words, reloads a Save, talks to the Nightkin guy and goes to talk to Henderson, promises I’d save his friend, turns around back to him when a Nightkin chases me down, he kills the Nightkin, I accidentally find this computer that said that the Stealthboys shipment was returned, Henderson starts shooting at me, I escape, and tell the main Nightkin guy that there are no more Stealthboys. They leave.

I convince Chris to gtfo because he is actually a human by flirting with him

These Geckos ain’t shi— *dies twice trying*

Okay, Boone, I figured out who killed your wife, it was Jeannie, time for you to come with meeeee!!

*kills the Geckos with grandes this time*

*resists the urge to murder this lady trying to sell me a part for 500 caps because she has so many cute doggos and i do Not want to hurt the cute doggos*

I just sent some cultists Zombies up into space (okay but man I feel so bad for Jason and the Ghouls. Because yeah, Humans really do just treat other people poorly, huh—)

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #aso rambles #aso’s new vegas playthrough

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zahmaddog · 7 months ago

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Part 3: Truth & Intimacy

Part 1: Making Friends on Pabu

Part 2: The Warning

Warnings: Actual smut this time (below the 2nd cut mid-way through); hand job; minors GTFO; romance; fluffy AF; slow slow burn, comfort; soft-hearted and gentle Crosshair; did I say fluff? Crosshair x fem!reader | Word Count: 1996

Third time writing fan fiction and first time writing some smut. It's not like crazy smutty, but like enough that I'll definitely throw a warning on there. I'm just diving into this whole Tumblr world full-speed ahead. This chapter is pretty short, in case someone wanted to skip the smut at the end and continue with the plot when the next chapter drops. I hope you enjoy.

The silence screamed aboard your ship. Whisking away into hyperspace, you and Crosshair sat side-by-side without words. You closed your eyes tight and tried to focus long enough to clear your head, but the thoughts wouldn’t stop. They’ll double-check the coordinates. The Empire will return to Pabu regardless. How can you get rid of the holocron safely? Who is Lord Vader? Crosshair broke the silence.

“I can hear your thoughts from here,” he calmly confessed. Opening your eyes, you looked at him with an expression of defeat.

“I’ve made a bit of a mess,” you sighed. “I have this incredible ability to create life threatening situations unintentionally.”

“You owe me —-” Crosshair started.

“I owe you my life,” you interjected.

“Let’s start with an explanation,” Crosshair imposed.

Not knowing where to begin, you stand up from the cockpit and walk to the back of your ship to retrieve your bag. Crosshair spun his captain’s chair around and put a toothpick between his lips.

You unzip the backpack and pull out the holocron —- which was no longer glowing.

“I took this from my old boss’ warehouse. It was filled with trash we collected off targets…Sometimes they’d have items worth selling for extra credits. Nobody wanted this and it intrigued me.” “What is it?” Crosshair leaned forward in his chair to look closer. You tossed him the pyramid to study it. “It’s Jedi,” you began. “Now that they’re mostly all gone, I figured it was worthless. I didn’t think the Inquisitors were Jedi, but that thing lit up bright red when that Inquisitor on Pabu touched it.”

Crosshair narrowed his eyes, “What are you implying?” “I have a new theory that the Empire is run by Jedi or —- force wielders as that Inquisitor said to you. I used to think Inquisitors were only using Jedi technology, like the lightsaber. In a sense, they’re the scariest bounty hunters in the galaxy with that weaponry.” You pointed to the pyramid and began, “But that artifact responded to their touch —- to the force. It lit up. If they wield the force, aren’t they Jedi?”

You paused for a moment, thinking through the layers of events. Crosshair continued to study the pyramid’s sides in silence.

“We should warn Hunter and Wrecker that the Empire might return to Pabu to look for it,” you said to Crosshair, taking the pyramid back into your hands.

“Already did,” Crosshair confirmed. He inhaled deeply, “What’s our next move?”

“Our next move?” You lashed out slightly. Feeling overwhelmed, you took a breath and put your hand over your eyes. “I’m sorry — ”

“You don’t want me here?” Crosshair asked.

The ship hummed with the frequencies of hyperspace.

“Why’d you come find me?” You softly countered.

The ship continued to be the only audible voice for a lengthened moment. It appeared that you and Crosshair had finally reached a sort of impasse, fueled by the feelings both of you wouldn't admit. You both waited for the other to confess first. You bit the bullet and began,

“I — want to protect you,” you admitted. You looked to Crosshair for his confession.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he said just above a whisper.

He stepped over to you and tested the waters of physical affection by running his hand down your arm and grasping your hand. You turned into him and reached your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He matched your embrace, his hands running across your waist and back. He held you until you felt yourself calm down.

Releasing your grip just enough to look up into his eyes, your gaze traced down from his cheekbones to his lips and toothpick. You reached up to grasp the toothpick and lightly tried to pull it out. Crosshair bit down on it and raised his eyebrows to silently question your actions. He moved one hand from your back to your head, lightly gripping your hair and skull, then his mechanical hand taking his toothpick. His nose traced yours to your lips, where he froze.

“This doesn’t change that I’m still upset with you,” he admitted.

Crosshair moved in to kiss you. The passion burned as the previously untapped gates of unexpressed affections burst open. You traced your tongue across his bottom lip as the kiss deepened, he welcomed you with a matched intensity. Crosshair pulled back from the kiss, much sooner than you were ready for. Your lips trailed after him before you opened your eyes to see him lost in a soft smile.

—-

To save fuel, you landed your ship in a cave on a cold moon. You hadn’t told Crosshair that credits and chaincodes weren’t a problem for you, but you were still conservative with resources as finding safe places to fuel up would be a challenge.

You poured yourself and Crosshair a drink, then sat back at the table ready to hash out ideas on escaping your predicament.

“So, it’s not like we can just sell this thing,” you noted while tossing the pyramid-shaped artifact into the air. “And, I’m unfortunately marked for having possession of it.”

“Why was the Empire interested in arresting you for having it? Why couldn’t they just take it?” Crosshair questioned as he took out a toothpick to ponder with.

“Perhaps it’s because I know too much…” you started, then hesitated forward, “Or it’s because I’m a deserter.”

“You? A deserter? Not only did you do bounty jobs for the Empire, but you were… Imperial?” Crosshair’s narrowed, focused glare zeroed in on you.

You shamefully nodded. “Crosshair, I’m a Tarkin,” you testified.

His gaze grew more intense; you forgot how intimidating this man could be, especially when caught off-guard. He reached carefully for his words.

“As in, you’re related to Admiral Tarkin?” Crosshair entreated.

“Have you had the pleasure of knowing my Uncle?” you gawked out of contempt.

Crosshair leaned back into the bench and sighed.

“I once worked in a unit as a specialty sniper and commander, which was overseen by Admiral Tarkin,” Crosshair admitted. “And I had a few run-ins with him prior as well.”

“You were imperial?” you gasped. “I’m sorry I never asked more about your past,” you apologized.

“It’s not something I like to think about,” Crosshair shrugged.

“So, technically, you’re a deserter too,” you soothed.

“I am now.” Crosshair concluded. “So, the Empire is not only after you for this Jedi-artifact, but is after you for treason.”

“Treason, family betrayal, or creating a mockery of the Tarkin name,” you bantered and paused in thought: “Crosshair, they’ll crucify me.”

The conversation froze under the magnitude of realizations. Crosshair shifted his toothpick back and forth between the sides of his mouth, lost in thought.

“Thanks again for saving me earlier from the Inquisitor,” you broke the silence, “I want you to know, if I am captured later, don’t risk anything more for me. I dug my own grave by turning my back on them.”

Crosshair filled with empathy and experience, reached across the table and took your hand. “We’re doing this together.” Hunter’s voice played in his mind from when he once had said something similar outside of Tantis. Crosshair repeated Hunter’s words out loud, “Don’t you dare think about Plan 99.”

“Plan 99?” you questioned.

“During our time with the republic, we organized nearly a hundred different plans to infiltrate bases, destroy droids, and more. Plan 99 is to sacrifice yourself for the greater good; but only when there is no other alternative…” He hesitated to say more, “It’s only been used once.” “Tech,” you muttered.

“Tech,” Crosshair nodded in return.

You stood up from your side of the table and squeezed in close to Crosshair on the bench, wrapping him into the comfort you could offer. He leaned into you and closed his eyes.

“So partner,” you smirked to lift the room’s atmosphere, “I suppose we could hit the underworld of Coruscant and tap into the black markets to dispose of this.”

“Maker, you are so reckless.” Crosshair muttered without bothering to open his eyes or shift in position.

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Descending into the haze of Coruscant, you relayed a chaincode into the transponder and was directed to a platform to land.

“Why was that so easy?” Crosshair glanced over to you.

“I’m prepared at least half the time,” you assured him. You glanced down at your dirty shirt and pants, then ruffled your hand through your hair. “I’m due to freshen up too. A disguise wouldn’t be a bad thing —,” you eyed Crosshair’s Pabu-living beach outfit up and down, “for the both of us,” you continued.

“You have clothes for me?” He side-eyed you.

“I’m full of surprises,” you relayed as you landed your cruiser and killed the engines. “Come on,” you stood up and headed to the back of your ship.

“I still can’t believe you gunned down an Inquisitor in sandals,” you laughed while opening your closet in the back of the ship. “Sorry, this isn’t much.”

You threw him a basic black top and dress trousers.

“They’ll do,” he grunted.

—-smut below the cut—---

Disappearing into the lavatory, you turned the water on in the shower, allowing it to heat and steam the room. As the water recycled and filtered, you threw your freshly stripped shirt at Crosshair and paused looking around the door frame.

“Want to join me?” You called to him. Crosshair’s heart seemed to skip a beat, but he retained his composure.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” He scoffed a little.

“Obviously,” you said from the shower. “Is it working?”

Crosshair, tired and frustrated with the overarching situation, exhaled, knowing he would regret it if he didn’t join you. He wandered into the bathroom, stripped himself of his shirt and trousers, opened the shower curtain, to find you wet and naked.

“Yeah, it’s working,” he smirked. “Do we really have time… for this? For us?” He stepped inside, closing the curtain behind him, with his eyes focused on you.

“No one knows we are here,” you mused as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into the water stream. The water droplets tracing down his jaw line and dripping onto his chiseled chest. His hands wandered from your head, to your waist, then thighs as his nose traced yours until your lips met, beginning a gentle kiss.

Tracing your lips across his cheek, you drag your lower lip down his neck, and suck slightly on his collar bone. He faintly moans and grips your upper thigh tighter. Your hair and hands still soapy from the shampoo you applied earlier, you smoothly maneuver your hand across his chest and down his abs, pausing at his hip bone.

“What are you waiting for?” He breathed.

“Is this okay?” You peppered. Taking your hand in his, he pushed you further down his waistline, guiding you towards his sex. With his length in your hand, you return to kiss him deeply. Crosshair’s breathing grew heavier as you fell into a rhythm of movement; his lips and tongue dancing with yours. Enjoying his intimate noises and expressions, you expand your hand and mouth’s wanderings. Nearly losing balance from pleasure, Crosshair caught himself on the shower wall with one arm and continued to hold you close with the other.

“Did you—,” you began.

“Yeah,” he inhaled deeply. “I’m sorry if I didn’t last—”

“I’m flattered,” you smiled.

You softly ran your nails over his hip bones and up his chest into another warm embrace. His limbs shuddered as he collapsed more into you, still holding himself up with the shower wall. You reached behind him and poured some shampoo into your palm, returning back to him and massaging his neck and skull. Crosshair rests his forehead against yours and looks deeply into your eyes; his expression, almost sad. You pause your massage efforts.

“Are you okay?” you whisper.

“I never knew I could be so loved,” he confided.

“Get used to it,” you returned to caress him further.

—-- Part 4: Not Alone

----- Tag list: @tentakelspektakel

#crosshair x fem!reader #the bad batch #tbb #tbb star wars #tbb crosshair #crosshair x reader #crosshair x smut #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch fanfiction

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cator99 · 5 months ago

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The conversation went like this: general pleasantries followed by her being like I'm so relieved you reached out to me because I really just want to have a more positive relationship with all of you guys and I know how annoying it is when a landlord isn't able to deal with things in a timely manner I get it I'm a renter too... i get the sense that, just as i had over-prepared for the conversation, she had over-prepared to apologize for the fact that the basement bathroom has a recurring leak issues that get patched up and then continue to cause issues meanwhile she's literally going through a divorce and has to keep postponing because she wants to be there when the repair dudes come to make sure they're doing their job properly but she has a big trial coming up and had to put it off by another week, it's really no big deal tbh... I assured her that she's been doing a fantastic job at staying on top of things and communicating with us oh my fucking god okay new girl is banging that fugly creepy white boy she keeps bringing over so god damn loud l cant wait for her to gtfo anyways yeah so we basically just spent 10 minutes getting on the same page like we good we good she just wants to make sure that everyone is chill in the house and we had a really good talk about what we all want from this but TLDR once we got down to business it went like this:

Me: Pins Girl is the problem

Her: omg slay I fucking hate her please go on

Me: yaaaas she fucking sucks here's some tea sis....

Her: ok work so I'm not crazy for being like maddd uncomfortable around her like one time this thing happened...

Me: omg lol no seriously she's vile here's another wild example related to your anecdote....

Her: no way bestie she did that to me too. Just 0 to 100 in an instant I didnt even know what to do just being accused of every -ism under the sun

Me: yeah no that's just kind of how things go with her you cant get so much as an innocent Hello in without her immediately labeling it a hostile attack

Her: yas okay good riddance so what's the deal with this new girl she's her friend should I be concerned

Me: oh girl.......... so, no not really she's a sweetheart and also– thank god– fully employed. Absolutelyyy messy as hell tho so that's one of my biggest concerns. I think it would be best if you didn't add her to the lease no shade but she's really not a great fit since we're all older and chill and clean af

Her: ...and the rest of the concerns? Oh my god do you think [PG] will try to move back in if we decline her friend???

Me: no wayy she wants OUT out she's already got a new place lined up and her shit in boxes at the door waiting to be hauled off forever

Her: omg like. Far? Like is she moving far? Please tell me she's moving sooo far

Me: yes lmao dont even worry I dont know the exacts but it's nowhere even near here

Her: okay slayyyyy thank you for being dope as hell it's such a relief that this crazy person is gone so we can all just chilllll

Me: okay so about that

Her: ohhh no

Me: yes so you already know what we're dealing with. You know how she deemed me unworthy of being on speaking terms with her? I didn't mind that at all and really just kept tf to myself. Then suddenly she moves in this friend of hers and I just assumed this was done with some sort of approval from you, because that would be the normal thing to do.

Her: okay that's kind of wack, do you guys not like get a vote on these sorts of things

Me: I stayed out of it plus like I'm really not gonna start questioning her and risk putting myself in the line of fire and everyone is pretty much in that position as well

Her: omg no fr...

Me: so like I just kept to myself and my work without thinking about it... then I find out she was living here totally off the record when PG sent that email requesting that she be added to the lease. That's when the conversation opened up. And listen this new girl is super young super naive didnt realize that she was even doing anything wrong and then suddenly everyone's totally freaking out and realizing that this goes against the lease agreement and that if you find out, our ability to live here is jeopardized. She got us into hot water and then just... left us to deal with the consequences.

Her: she's still legally bound by the lease until it changes so if anything goes wrong she wont be escaping accountability no matter how many -isms she throws at me. I want this to work for all of us and we got this trust thang between us and I wouldn't evict you guys omg evictions are seriously sooo annoying and *most* of you have been great tenants especially (names everyone except for the unemployed ftm) they're all super chill and mature and we've had great conversations so yeah I'm just glad she's gone

Me: incredible yaas I love honesty. She has been actively impeding our ability to have a productive working relationship with you and each other it's so crazy

Her: literallyyyy😁🥂🔥yipeee

Me: yippee yaaaaay yay 😇☝️💯

Her: okay so my game plan is to interview the new girl irl like no zoom bs I really wanna read her vibes and decide if this is worth it... I'll give her a chance but if that doesn't work out... I mean... tee hee..... the yearly house inspection is coming up...

Me: ok that's so dope. She's gonna be moving upstairs once PG vacates so its gonna be pretty hard to hide the fact someone's right there even just doing a quick walk-through

Her: yeah so if things don't go well and I decide against putting her on the lease and they still don't admit to having her there then at least I can talk to them about it when the inspection happens and be chill about it and pretend like I totally had no idea. We can work something out as long as everything is good you know what I mean... okay if you need anything at all dont even hesitate to give me a call

Me: absolutely and if I have any updates I'll let you know ASAP, lmk if you need anything srsly I dont want to cause you any more stress like from what i understand you've had a stressful enough year

Her: yes good lord i have, thank you for being considerate..... seriously it's been hellish and this conversation has been such a relief

etc etc obviously the conversation was longer and more thorough but you get the gist. She's awesome. We hung up and I skipped my way to the grocery store

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Mikey, Cicero, and the mob as a representation of toxic masculinity.

Keep thinking about how Mikey is denigrated by Lee and others in Fishes for trying to come up with side businesses constantly, but to me it reads like someone who desperately wants to go legit but can’t? Same thing with franchising The Beef. Gets him out from owing Cicero or passing on that legacy to Carmy or Sugar. Mikey always has to act tough and untouchable and fake confidence to navigate this, which was probably handed off to him when his father went wherever he went. And it earns him admiration (Mikey was "cool") while internally he's self-destructing. And like Donna, whatever he wanted or dreamed for his life was pushed to the side.

Btw, the name Cicero could be a very “on the nose” reference to a Chicago town that was taken over by Al Capone to protect his territory. Like Capone, Cicero really “owns” The Bear one way or another right from the go. On the surface it appears he has guilt over Mikey’s death, wants to help the Berzatto family, etc.

But the entire time he’s around the family, even in flashbacks like Fishes, he’s trying to talk business in one way or another. Think about him (update: it was Lee, not Cicero, but my point stands, because Lee is also in on this) trying to bring up real estate to Donna in the kitchen (which she tried to beg off) or him jumping in on convos, Richie’s ask for a job, etc. Later all his convos are about money, about how he doesn’t want to take it from them, but he will. Tapping Sugar to handle all the financial stuff for him (I bet it will come out in S4 Donna does that for him on the real estate side).

Here are several other examples:

Mikey hid Cicero’s money away in tomato cans for Carmy to find and Carmy tells Cicero and his reaction? Thank God he didn’t put it in a bank. LOL.

Carmy “joking” in S1 about how he doesn’t want to get his legs broken. (Carmy is portrayed as very straight-and-narrow, not tolerating drugs being sold in the alley outside, and having a strong reaction to Claire admitting she liked to shoplift as a kid).

Richie having a gun to protect the shop and later telling Carmy he’ll come after Cicero if he comes for them.

Richie dealing with the mob associates lingering on the sidewalk outside The Bear, who are obviously conducting business of some kind.

The way The Beef has magically always had just enough money to stay afloat all this time and has things hidden in its walls. The story about Mikey trying to burn it down to collect the insurance money rather than allowing all this to continue when he spiraled.

Claire “joking” about sending Faks to beat up Carmy. I guarantee you there are Faks who do this, the Cena character 100% reads as a body man, you see him physically intimidating his brothers to be "funny".

The sudden presence of The Computer as a numbers guy coming to reconcile Cicero's accounts for someone(s).

Mikey not allowing Carmy to work at The Beef and pushing him away emotionally to make him want to GTFO of dodge.

The partnership agreement that seemingly comes out of nowhere, as Cicero now tries to rope Sydney into the family operation? Which is super triggering for her because she already has trust issues around Carmy as a business partner?

This also plays into the show liking to make references to Shakespeare which had violent family factions who controlled things (Romeo & Juliet being the most obvious) and Michael Mann who often focuses on organized crime in his storytelling.

This is all background noise and not the main driver of the show, but I was curious to see what others think about this and if anyone is noticing all of this? Especially when it comes to the kind of masculinity that is being idolized by characters like the Faks, even though it appears to go against Neil's actual nature.

#the bear #mikey berzatto #carmy berzatto #cicero the bear #natalie berzatto #richie jerimovich #donna berzatto #sugar berzatto #sydney adamu

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 3 months ago

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Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Writer’s Note: LMAOOO I haven’t written action sequences in a minute so this one took me at least 5 days to write. I had to stop, come back to it, stop again & then come back when I came up with something good. Writing action shit is HARD. I hope it’s not too terrible tho 🥺🥺 pls be nice to me -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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TWENTY-TWO: UNTAMEABLE.

Your friends end up staying for longer than three days.

While staying at their bed and breakfast, Shoko, Yuki, and Choso spend every single day of their trip with you. Their visit turns into a week of shopping, drinking, and constant laughter. It is exactly what you need…including times with Nanami.

You call them ‘times’ because that is what they are according to you: times of laughter, friendship building, and fun. You’ve met him at the library, bars, restaurants, cafes, out in the pastures for horseback riding. You’ve even visited him at his job to have lunch with him.

Shoko called them ‘dates’ to which you always ignored, but deep down, you know that your denial won’t last long. You can’t deny that Nanami is a handsome man. Respectful, kind, and chivalrous. A total package. You have begun to cherish him a whole lot more since Geto and Gojo left. He has been there for you, always checking in on you and your family. You feel that maybe he could be something more, but so far, you’ve been ignoring those thoughts.

And it’s all because of two people.

After the week ends, you go with your friends to the train station and wait with them as the afternoon train to Bull’s Creek pulls up on the tracks. Dressed in their traveler’s finest, Yuki, Choso, and Shoko squeeze you in a group hug as people begin to board the train.

“Don’t be a stranger, alright, partner?” Choso jokes. “We swore you were dead all this time.” Yuki scoffs, smacking her partner’s chest. “He’s kiddin’, but seriously, Y/N, come and visit us once your quest is done…and once Nanami gives you a big, fat ring.”

She wiggles her brows at you, making you roll your eyes. “Will do,” you say as they begin to board, Choso carrying the luggage with ease. “And y’all had better invite me to the wedding once that proposal comes through!”

Yuki waves at you, her blonde hair flying in the breeze as Choso helps her on the train. You then turn to Shoko, already feeling pained at her departure and she hasn’t left yet. “Well,” you sigh, “this is it. Ya sure ya can’t stay for another week?”

Shoko puts a hand on her hip, smirking. “And leave Todo to fend for himself at the saloon?” she chuckles. “Nah. That boy may look intimidatin’, but you know his ass can barely handle himself.” You giggle at the mental image of Todo, missing your favorite security guard.

Your friend gives you a smile, looking around the train station where activity buzzes left to right. “You’ve got a nice little life here, hon.” It is a simple statement; one that you know is true and factual. You have a great family, three square meals a day, freedom to do as you wish. So why do you feel such a vacant feeling in your chest when she says it?

“What?” You sigh, already sensing a lecture from Shoko. She looks like she doesn’t even want to go down that road, but unfortunately, God cursed her to be the voice of reason for you. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Y/N,” she begins, “and you don’t have to agree, but I can’t help but think that this may not be enough for ya in the long run. There were times I’d look over at you and you’d look so far away…like ya were somewhere else.”

Her eyebrows draw together in concern. You don’t admit it or deny it, mostly because you can’t remember most of those moments. You were drunk most of the time you were with your friends this week anyway, but it still seems realistic. You’ve even caught yourself doing the same thing by yourself. You’d zone out and go somewhere else, your mind traveling far, far away.

Shoko leans in as if she’s telling you a secret and you know what she’s about to say next. “This got anythin’ to do with Geto and Gojo?” she hushedly asks. “Did somethin’...happen between y’all?”

The way she lingers slightly between the words makes it clear that she knows exactly what happened. You didn’t talk about the Gunslingers at all with your friends and you had hoped neither one of them would bring it up. Of course, Shoko saves it until she’s about to leave.

“Only a very bad, very drunk mistake,” you answer, your tone way more bitter than you liked. “But that was then and they’re gone now. I have to move on, Shoko.” You look past her to the train, steam rolling out of its engine.

“And you’re right about that, but that hurt is still in here.” She presses a finger to your chest. “And a quiet little life and a hot doctor can only do so much to cure that.” Deep down, you know that, but to hear it come from a friend irks you for some irrational reason. “So what do you expect me to do, Shoko?” you deadpan. “Ride off to find ‘em and demand answers from ‘em? I don’t even know where they are!”

Your voice raises along with your frustrations, but the sound of the train whistle carries your voice away. It’s almost time to go. Shoko sighs, pressing her lips into a thin line. “I’m not tellin’ you to do anythin’, Y/N,” she says, taking on the tone of a gentle yet firm mother. “But ya need to do what will make you happy. Do what you think is right for you.”

You suddenly feel tears prick behind your eyes and you quickly blink them away. Shoko will soon be gone and instead of boarding the train, she’s giving you advice because she cares. And yet here you are, irrationally angry at her just because she’s right.

Quickly, your emotions reach their breaking point and you wrap your arms around her as you feel the tears come. “This is comin’ from a chainsmoker?” you snort. Shoko laughs, hugging you back. “Get back safe,” you whisper, committing her scent and muscle to memory.

You then depart and you see her on the train, waving as she gets on. Minutes later, the train whistles again and goes chugga-chugga-chugging down the railroad tracks, causing your hat to nearly fly off. After the train disappears in the distance with your friends, you hop on your horse and go home to rethink your life choices.

It doesn’t take long. That night, when you meet with Nanami, you have already rehearsed your words a bunch of times in your head, during your shower, and while getting dressed in the mirror.

When you leave Reneigh tied to a pole outside and walk into the cozy little bar, Nanami is already sitting at a booth overlooking the outside so you can see Reneigh and the other horses. He is dressed in a casual sweater, jeans, and boots, his cowboy hat sitting next to his bottle of beer.

When you lock eyes, you each give the other a smile. You walk over in your boots and slid into the booth across from him. “Hey,” you greet him. “Thank you for meetin’ me. How was work?”

He shrugs, sliding you the beer he ordered for you. “Treatin’ illnesses and tellin’ off my staff for slackin’ off…y’know: same shit, different day.”

You giggle, earning a smile from him that hurts your heart. “Your day has to be way more interestin’ than mine. You saw your friends off to Bull’s Creek today, right?”

You slowly nod, sipping your much-needed beer. “Yeah,” you sigh. “Seein’ them helped me realize how much I missed them. I still can’t believe Geto and Gojo did that for me.”

You meet his eyes and you feel incredibly guilty. Luckily, a waitress comes around to pour you water and take your orders while you conjure up an apology. You and Nanami agree to split a fried multi-flavor wing appetizer before you’re left alone again.

“I’m sorry,” you weakly say. “I didn’t want to turn tonight into them, but I suppose that’s why I asked you to come here.” Nanami shakes his head, looking more kind than you deserve. “Please, take your time.”

You inhale deeply, taking a sip of beer for liquid courage. Soft piano plays somewhere in the bar to accompany you.

“I’ve been doin’ some self-reflectin’ while I’ve been here,” you begin, “and it’s crazy to me because I wanted this life for so long! A life of safety and peace. A quiet, normal life…”

You pause to swallow, your body suddenly hot and clammy. Nanami patiently waits for you to continue. “It’s been wonderful, don’t get me wrong, but…I’m also not with the ones I want to spend it with.”

Now is the time to say what you need to and there is no better time than now to do so. You sit up straight and reach across the table to take Nanami’s hands in yours. He allows you, his cheeks flushed under the soft glow of the lantern swinging above you.

“Kento, you’re an amazing man and I appreciate all the time we’ve spent together, but I’d be lyin’ to us both if I said I’m present in what we have.” You inhale again, cleansing yourself with every inch your lungs expand.

The truth rolls off of your tongue, unable to be bottled up any longer: “I can’t deny my heart any longer: I’m in love with Geto and Gojo.”

You expect Nanami to be irritated or disappointed in you, perhaps thinking you led him on or broke his heart. But instead, he smiles. “I know,” he says. “And I understand. I’d be lyin’ to you and myself too if I said I was fully over my fiancè.”

The waitress returns and drops your wings off along with a variety of sauces: hot, honey, garlic parm, and barbecue. “You were engaged?” you ask, shocked.

“Mmm,” he hums, nodding. “She was my childhood friend who turned into my high school sweetheart. I believed she was destined for me, and I for her, but…she had other plans.” The sadness in his eyes tell you that these plans didn’t include him in the end.

“She had always had a rough edge to her, but she was so carin’ and kind. After her father died at the hands of a robber and her mother disowned her, she changed. She became a vigilante of sorts, takin’ out criminals and hidin’ among society by jumpin’ from place to place.”

‘Like me,’ you think.

Nanami leans back in his seat, an indication that an uncomfortable part of this story is nearing. “At this point, I was in medical school and couldn’t afford to stress over grades and her…but I couldn’t let her go. So I proposed to her, hopin’ it would change everythin’ for us.”

“Did…somethin’ happen to her?” you carefully ask, unsure of whether or not you want the answer.

Nanami takes a sip of his beer. You do the same, both of you preparing for the end of this story. “She said yes, but the law caught onto who she was and was lookin’ for her. She asked me to skip town with her and move across sea, but I couldn’t abandon my home or my practice. So she made the decision for me.”

His handsome face grows sadder, his eyes filled with words left unsaid. “She left,” you conclude.

His eyes tell you everything you need to know. “I never saw her again. The only things I have left of her are the engagement ring and a letter she wrote apologizin’ and tellin’ me how much she wanted to be the woman I thought she was.” He chuckles to himself, staring blankly at his beer. “Y’know, sometimes I think about what would’ve happened if I had chosen to go with her…but then I realize how stupid that would’ve been. She wouldn’t have wanted me to give up my life to live hers.”

You realize now why he’s telling you this very intimate, personal story. Not only is he telling you that he trusts you, but he’s also telling you to do what you think is right. Go after the life you want. You squeeze his hands, your face flushed with unshod tears. ”Thank you for sharin’ that with me,” you say, near tears. “You’re a wonderful friend.”

Nanami smiles and squeezes your hands back before you pull away. The air between you is lighter now, the tension of unsaid words vanished. “So,” he says, “what will do you do now?”

You take a sip of your beer and smile at him.

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You stop with Reneigh at Cherrywood Station which is only a two-minute walk from the sheriff’s office.

Cherrywood is a beautiful town, much bigger than Willow Springs and supposedly has stricter law enforcement. Nobody can get in and out of the town without flashing their ID at the train employees. If you don’t have one, it’s straight to the sheriff for you. Luckily for you, you didn’t take the train. Reneigh had more than enough muscle power to make the four-day trip to Cherrywood with some rest stops and cat naps in between.

As you walk to the office, you’re aware of the eyes on you. Some quickly move out of your way while others make it a point to stay exactly where they are and risk bumping into you, giving you the evil eye. It’s strange how a bandana can suddenly make you so recognizable. None of these people even know what you look like underneath it.

You feel Eren’s pistol bounce against your left hip along with yours on the right, giving you the confidence and strength to keep walking. Your parents were more than against you leaving to find Geto and Gojo when you abruptly came to them after dinner with Nanami and announced your plans. They tried to make you stay and see things their way, especially Yuri. She was so sure that this would end in you either dead or in jail.

“Do you really have to go, my love?” she tearfully asked, stroking your cheek. “You can’t just let the law deal with it?” You stood on the road in front of her house with Eren, dressed in your rider’s outfit, boots, and hat. Your pistol was loaded, your wits were sharp, and you had about a week’s worth of food and coin in your bag that your folks gave you despite your refusal.

“The law ain’t gonna help none, Mama,” you gently explained once more. “Geto and Gojo are wanted outlaws and they’d gladly arrest them than find Benji. Everyone is afraid of him.” You turned to look down at your pistol, the roses glinting back at you. “But I ain’t.”

You gave them each a long, warm look before you turned to leave before sunrise. “Wait,” Eren said, stopping you. He reached into his own upholstery and produced a silver pistol with a marble handle. “You take this and use it if you need to,” he firmly said. “And you eat the food and use the money we’re givin’ you. It’s a long way to Cherrywood from here.”

He passed the gun to you along with a small velvet drawstring bag of extra bullets. With shaky hands, you took both and slid them away for safekeeping, but still kept them on your body. You were unable to keep the tears at bay then. Eren gripped you in a hug along with Yuri, all of you sniffling and crying in each other’s arms.

“You come back, ya hear?” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “We just got you back. I don’t need you disappearin’ again.”

You suddenly felt like a scared little girl going off on her own for the first time, but you knew that this is what you need to do. “Yes, sir,” you gently sobbed. “Thank you both.” You pulled away to gaze at them both, committing each gray hair, wrinkle, and line to memory.

Yuri pressed a kiss to your cheek, wiping your tears away with her hand. “Now go get your men…I mean, friends.”

Feeling the ghost of her kiss on your face, you square your shoulders, fix your bandana on your face, and strut into the sheriff’s office. A guard sits at the door asleep while a young woman works the front desk. She looks up at you with boredom from her paperwork and all the color drains from her face.

On her left is a makeshift bullet-in board of Wanted posters. You’re among them. It’s almost comical the way the clerk does a double take before slinking out of her seat. “C-Can I help you, ma’am?” She stammers. She is so low behind her desk that you almost don’t hear her. “Yes, you can,” you reply, your voice even and calm. “I’d like to speak with the sheriff, please.”

You hear a sudden gasp behind you, no doubt the guard, and the clerk rapidly waves her hand for him to fetch the sheriff. “H-He’ll be out in a moment,” she announces just as the guard goes running.

You nearly laugh behind your bandana. You’re shocked no one has called the police to arrest you yet, but then again, you have two pistols in your belt that you’re sure no one here wants to deal with. After a couple minutes of sitting and waiting, you hear boots thud across the floor from the back of the building.

You stand from your seat to properly greet the sheriff of Cherrywood, Mr. Joseph “Jo” Black. He is shorter in person with pitch black hair and a bead that stands to his last name. He wears his tan uniform and hat along with a big gold medal star pinned to his collar that reads ‘Sheriff Black’ on it.

He stands in front of the big guard behind him who looks nervous to see you. But Sheriff Black is cool as a cucumber. He sighs and puts his hands on his hips as if he was expecting but not hoping for your appearance. “So we finally meet.”

You tip your hat to him in greeting. “My posters don’t do me justice, I know.” Black comes up to you and leans in, his whiskers tickling your cheek. “Not out here,” he murmurs. You look around, noticing other visitors and workers staring gobsmacked at you.

He waves you into his office and you silently follow, others curiously watching. The sheriff’s office is tinier than you thought, but organized from top to bottom with files, books, and achievement awards. He doesn’t ask you to sit or offer you a drink. Instead, he stands near the door and shuts it before jumping straight to the point. “What do you want?” He demands.

You decide not to waste his or your time. “Geto and Gojo are workin’ with you to track down Benji after the train massacre, right?” The sheriff nods once. “Well, I’m trackin’ them down too. They left Willow Springs weeks ago and I haven’t heard from them since.”

The sheriff shows zero emotion to any of this. “So you were workin’ with them,” he realizes. “The Sage County police showed me the note you left with Valentine before he was brought in for questionin’.”

You keep that in mind for Plan B. If you can’t get an answer from him, you’ll get it from Valentine. “I need to know if you have any idea where Geto and Gojo are. If you’re workin’ with them, you should know, shouldn’t you?”

The sheriff sighs, pinching his sinuses. “It doesn’t work that way. They agreed to give me Benji alive to avoid jail time despite their crimes durin’ the Cherrywood train massacre. I had a feelin’ they were framed judgin’ by their story and since Benji had a vendetta against them, but they still committed a robbery.”

He moves slightly to the left to his own wall of Wanted posters. Among them are Geto and Gojo’s posters, still as sexy as the day you met them. “As skilled outlaws, they all know how to hide and skip towns. Benji could be anywhere at this point, and how do you know the Gunslingers didn’t join him again?”

It’s a reasonable question and argument, but you know better. “Because they never break a promise,” you firmly respond. “If they say they’ll get Benji then they will, but I fear that they are in danger. They need my help.”

Black looks like a tired old man at this point. You know he doesn’t have the answers you seek, so Plan B it is. “Where’s Valentine?” You ask. “You have him in custody for his crimes in Cherrywood. I need to speak with him.”

Black looks even more physically exhausted when you mention Valentine. “Look, if you’re tryin’ to pull information out of him, you’ll be sadly mistaken. We haven’t been able to get much out of him for weeks now.”

“I can do it,” you reply. “Just let me try—I have my ways.” The sheriff raises a brow at this. “And I promise you’ll never see my face here again,” you add, crossing your heart.

Black narrows his eyes at you for a moment before sighing. “I have half a mind to arrest you too,” he grumbles, “but I’ve got enough trouble.” He snatches a ring of keys off of the door before opening the door for you. “Follow me.”

You do as he says and follow him out of his office and building. After picking up his brown Bronco from outside and Reneigh from the train station, he instructs you to follow him. You do so wordlessly and obediently, not wanting to ruin this chance.

Valentine is, in fact, in custody and being held in the Cherrywood County Jail just five miles from the sheriff’s office. The jail is large in size and surrounded with barbed wire, dogs, and police officers armed to the max with batons and guns. Black introduces you to a correctional officer and leaves you with him to do as you wish.

The officer guides you through the busy, noisy building of visitors, officers, and jail cells where inmates bang their hands against the bars and beg for release before you come to a locked door. The officer takes a key out of his pocket and unlocks the door. “Ya got ten minutes,” he states. “Make ‘em count.”

You nod and go to step in, but the officer stops you with a hand. He silently nods down at your belt where two pistols sit. Of course. Obediently, you slip the guns out of your belt and pass him the extra knife in your boot. Only then does he give you the go ahead to enter. “I’ll be right outside if ya need me.”

You specifically asked for him to leave you and Valentine alone. You know for a fact that he won’t talk if law enforcement is present. When you walk inside the small, dimly-lit room, Valentine is cuffed to the table sitting between himself and another chair. He stares at his hands, looking tired and older.

He looks so odd in his black-and-white striped jumpsuit and his bruises have healed somewhat, leaving shadows on his face. Seeing him again floods you with anger and you long for your pistol. “Valentine,” you practically snarl.

He looks up at the mention of his name and his eyes grow wide at the sight of you. A smirk slides onto his lips. “So… we meet again,” he wryly chuckles. “I must be dead.” He leans back in his chair, immediately becoming the cool, cocky outlaw you know. “You come to drag me to hell or put a bullet in my head?”

You walk to the chair and sit across from him, making him wince as its legs scratch across the floor. “Neither,” you coldly reply. “I’ve come to ask you some questions: where’s your boss?”

You lean forward in the chair, keeping your hands firmly on the table. Valentine stares at you in confusion. “Geto and Gojo left me weeks ago to go find him. I wanna know where he is.”

The outlaw scowls. “How the fuck should I know?” He scoffs. “That damn gorilla left me too once y’all assaulted me in Sage County.”

“After you tied me to some railroad tracks!” You snap, already struggling to keep your composure. “We would’ve done more than that, but the Gunslingers made a vow to not kill.”

“You should’ve,” he hisses, practically spitting at you. “As soon as Benji and his men come to bail me out of here again, I’m comin’ for you.” His eyes are sharp like daggers, nailing you to the spot. You would’ve been terrified before, but now? All you can do is laugh.

You laugh at his stupidity. At his sureness and trust in Benji and the idea of being rescued. At the fact that he wasted so much time in a “relationship” with this dumbass just to check him off of your checklist. You laugh so hard that you begin to tear up.

Valentine is furious watching you laugh, especially when you’re in his presence. Just who do you think you are? “Stop laughin’ at me, bitch!” He angrily shouts. “What’s so fuckin’ funny?” His face grows flushed with rage and he pulls at his cuffs, no doubt wanting to backhand you.

You finally calm yourself and wipe away your tears before cruelly smirking at him. It only angers him more. “You really think that Benji is comin’ for you?” You scoff, peering down at him in pity. “You’ve been arrested twice which proves your incompetence and lack of skill in dodgin’ the law.”

You lean in towards Valentine whose face grows more and more drained the closer you get. “You’re a liability to him.”

You practically spit the L-word at him and watch in satisfaction as the horrible realization dawns on him. His boss isn’t coming for him. No one is coming for him. “Just tell me where he is,” you say, your voice low because even the walls have ears. “What do you have to lose? You’re already goin’ to prison again anyway.”

Valentine’s eyes fall to the table and you watch him ponder this idea for a moment. You begin to break out into a nervous sweat, practically jumping out of your skin for an answer. How many minutes has it been? Finally, the poor, little outlaw looks up at you and looks absolutely beaten. “I—“

BANG!

You and Valentine both jump at the sudden, loud sound. You turn towards the door, going for your guns but then realizing that you don’t have any. “What was that?” You gasp. Valentine doesn’t answer. Suddenly, you hear commotion: shouting, handcuffs banging against cell doors, the blaring of an alarm.

You turn to Valentine and grab his shirt, yanking him across the table toward you. “What did you do?” You demand, tightening your grip on him.

“I-I don’t know!” He shouts. “I-I didn’t do anything!” You don’t believe him. You don’t believe a single thing this motherfucker says. You raise your fist, about to knock his teeth out. “You son of a—“

Your words are cut off by a sudden bang and something zipping past your ear. It feels like a bee sting with how much it burns. You think that it is when you cover your ear, hissing at the pain, but you realize that it’s something else when your palm comes back red. Blood.

You suddenly hear gurgling in your other good ear and turn to see Valentine spitting up blood from out of his mouth. Probably because of the bullet wound in his chest, right over his heart. With a gasp, you release his shirt now stained in his blood and he slumps to the ground, his wrists still cuffed to the table. “Turn around slowly,” a deep, raspy voice growls. It sends cool shivers of dread down your spine.

You understand why once you do. Benji the Bandit stands there in an inmate uniform which strangely suits him and his salt-n-pepper hair, not just because you’ve fantasized of seeing him in one. He is as big as the guard he holds to his chest with one beefy hand, a pistol at his temple. The door to the room shuts behind them and you notice you never even heard it open.

“I knew you’d be here,” the outlaw growls. “I came back to finish this motherfucker off”—he waves the gun at Valentine’s body—“and here you are. Ya couldn’t have just stayed in hidin’.” Despite your shaky hands and obvious terror, you don’t let that stop your mouth. “Because I’m not a fuckin’ coward,” you growl. “You kill the sheriff, I’m guessin’?”

Benji shakes his head. “None of ‘em know I’m here and I prefer to keep it that way. I’ve been hidin’ out on the outskirts of this town for days now and snuck in no problem. Even if you manage to kill me now, my men are crawlin’ all over this damn buildin’ and this town.” He presses the pistol harder into the guard’s temple, making him grunt. “I’ve had these pricks wrapped ‘round my fingers since the train incident.”

That explains why it was so quiet when you got here. People are terrified of this man. Swallowing, you think fast and raise your hands up. “Let him go and I’ll surrender.”

Benji’s face falls, shocked at your willingness to throw in the towel so quick. ”Why?” He scoffs. “So you can pull a gun outta your bra?”

You slowly shake your head. “I don’t have nothin’ else. I’m just lookin’ for Geto and Gojo.”

Benji throws his head back and laughs a loud, horrible laugh that sends shivers down your spine. “Oh, I bet you are,” he cackles. “I know them two idiots have been lookin’ for me too. Lucky for you, I know where they are.” He gives you a big smirk that reminds you of a storybook wolf—malicious and wicked.

You know he could very well be lying, but you also know you’ve got one chance.

Slowly, you bend down onto your knees like a praying woman desperate for forgiveness. “Then take me to them,” you beg. “Let the man go and just let me know that they’re safe. I promise that that’s all I want.”

Benji stares you down, sizing you up as he holds the scared man at gunpoint. You stand your ground on your knees, silent and unmoving. Finally, Benji tosses the man aside. “I’ll take you to ‘em,” he grunts. He raises his pistol at you to fire, but you’re quicker than him.

Quickly, you grab the leg of the chair beside you and use two hands to grip it. Misdirection.

With a grunt, you toss it at Benji who just barely misses it. It catapults through the air over the guard’s head and crashes into the wall, splintering into wooden pieces.

Benji stares at you like you’re the damn Devil and bares his teeth at you. “You bitch!” he bellows.

Before you can stop him, his pistol comes down hard against your head and everything goes black.

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Unwanted: Chapter 10, Uneasy - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, bad jokes, Explicit Sexual Content Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here. (hand job, fingering, PIV), little bit 'o' dirty talk, coitus interruptus, Bucky being a dumbass, insecurity, thoughts of self harm, arguing, mentions of emotional affair, poorly translated Russian, Pocket giving Bucky more chances than he deserves, really.

Word Count: 2.5k

Previously On...: You made the mistake of watching Bucky and Jade spar in the training room. Needless to say, it was... intense, and you weren't the only one to notice. Looks like others in the Tower are taking bets on how long it'll be before Bucky cheats on you. He promises loves only you, only wants to be with you, and you want to believe his sweet words... you just cant shake the look of guilt that crossed his face when he realized you were watching him and Jade spar. Hopefully, he can prove his devotion to you with a little horizontal sparring of your own.

A/N: I'm sorry. Really, that's all I got for this one. Pocket's reaching her breaking point, but she's not quite there just yet; bare with her as she tries to deal. I mean, would any of us give up on Bucky fucking Barnes until we absolutely had to? I think not, lol.

Part three of this chapter is fairly short; I'll be posting it today, as well.

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Bucky pushed you up against the hard surface of your bedroom door, his lips trailing fire along your skin as he kissed you with an almost animalistic need. You could feel the press of his erection through the fabric of your workout clothing digging into your stomach as you tilted your head back and let out a soft moan.

“Bucky,” you breathed as his hips rutted against you, “we should get inside.”

“Need you so bad, Pocket,” he grunted, fingers finding their way under your shirt and sliding along your already sweat-slicked skin. “Should be getting inside of you.”

“Mmm, clever,” you hummed as you reached behind your bodies for the door handle. You managed to awkwardly twist it open just as Bucky’s hips pressed particularly aggressively, sending you both tumbling through the doorway.

Bucky’s hands were on you before you could fully lose your balance, keeping you upright and supported as he led you both to the couch.

“Bed’s not that far away, Barnes,” you said in between kisses as you began pulling off your clothes.

“Too far away,” he countered, bouncing on one foot as he worked to tug off his sneaker. “You’re lucky I’m too much of a gentleman to take you right on the floor.”

You quirked an eyebrow at that. “Lucky, huh?”

“Remember the rugburn you got last time?” he asked, his smile positively predatory as he gently pushed you backwards onto the cushions, his hands reaching for the waistband of your leggings and pulling them down your legs.

“Touche,” you contended. The memory of your chafed skin certainly had put a damper on the otherwise delightful experience. You might have to talk to Tony about getting some carpet with a little more shag.

You giggled at the thought, causing Bucky to raise a questioning eyebrow as he helped you out of your sports bra.

“I was thinking we might need a better shag carpet for future shagging,” you informed him. His laughter quickly turned into a moan as you reached down into his shorts and took a hold of him, stroking his length.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned as he thrust his hips into your hand. “They didn’t make girls like you back in my day.”

You pulled him free from his bottoms and boxer briefs, taking one hand off of him to push the fabric down. “Thank God for that,” you told him. “You might have been tempted to dodge the draft, otherwise. Then where would we be?”

Bucky grunted, and you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “How can you make such horrible jokes and still manage to be so fucking hot?” he asked you with a grin.

You took your hands off of his cock, pretending to be offended. “Horrible?! My handjobs are only for people who think my jokes are funny.”

“Did I say ‘horrible’?” Bucky asked in mock confusion, reaching down to run his metal fingers through your waiting folds. The cold touch made your back arch as he inserted two fingers inside of you. “Coulda sworn I said hilarious.”

“Weak save attempt, Old Man,” you panted as he picked up the tempo with his hand. “Judges– fuck– judges allow it, you can put it in. God, put it in!”

“Gotta get you ready, doll,” Bucky grinned down at you. “Get you good and stretched.”

“I swear to God, Barnes, if you don’t start fucking me right now—” you words were cut off by a scream as Bucky took heed of your warning and pushed himself into you, until he was filling you completely. “Yes!” you shouted, relishing in the feeling of being so consumed by him. “Fuck, so good, Buck!” You began thrusting your hips, begging him to move within you.

“Fuck, sweets.” Bucky’s thrusts were hard and forceful. “Takin’ me so well, all with no prep. Making me so proud, the way you’re grabbin’ me. Feel like fuckin’ heaven!”

You reached your hands around his back, digging your nails into the strong muscles of his ass to pull him closer, as though you wanted to leave no space between your bodies. “So big, Bucky,” you moaned into his ear as you hitched a leg around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. “Never had anyone fill me up as good as you! Was fucking made for this cock.”

Your words drove Bucky feral, and like flipping a switch, his thrusts went into overdrive.

Between the sound of slapping skin and your wanton moans, you barely registered Bucky’s cell phone ringing. You paid it no mind as he pounded into you, completely ignoring it until you felt his pace falter. Looking up, you saw him reach over and grab it from the coffee table.

“Come on, Buck,” you whined, “leave it. I’m sure Steve won't mind waiting a bit.”

Bucky looked from the caller ID to you, a combination of embarrassment and frustration on his face. “It’s Vix,” he said, fingers moving to the screen.

“Ignore it,” you told him, feeling the tide of your impending orgasm slowly slipping back out to sea.

“It might be important,” he said, his voice sounding pathetic to your ears.

“Barnes,” you warned, your voice low and icy.

“It’ll just take one second.” He got up, pulling out of you with a slick sound, and you felt your vagina dry up and board shut, closing for business. He turned his back to you as he accepted the call. You didn’t even bother to listen to his half of the conversation-- nothing she had to say to him was important enough for this, opting instead to get up and go into the bathroom.

Your hands were shaking with rage as you tried several times to lock the door behind you before succeeding. You could not believe your ‘boyfriend’ had just pulled out of you, in the middle of sex, to answer another woman’s phone call. An image of his face from this morning flashed before your eyes as you turned on the shower– the guilt that seemed to cross his features when he had realized you were watching him spar with Jade. You’d been so quick to put it to the back of your mind, to ignore it, but now? After this? God. Was he thinking about her while he was inside of you? You turned the heat of the water up as far as it would go and grabbed your loofah, preparing to scrub the disgust you felt from your skin.

No. You heard Pepper’s words echo in your head– you can’t control what other people do, you can only control your response to them. And you were not going to fall into your old habits over this. You turned the heat down to a tolerable level and lathered your loofah with soap, needing to (gently, you reminded yourself) cleanse your body of the sweat, sex, and shame.

As you were rinsing the soap from your body, you heard a pounding on the bathroom door. “Doll?” Bucky’s voice was muffled through the wood. “Doll, what’s wrong? Why is the door locked? If I knew you wanted a shower, I would have joined you.”

Was he fucking serious right now? You took your sweet time, not answering him as you finished your shower, toweling yourself off before you wrapped yourself in your robe.

With a resigned sigh, you opened the door back into your bedroom, half expecting to find Bucky gone, perhaps to have Jade take care of erection she’d prevented you from finishing off. But he was sitting on the edge of your bed, his boxer briefs back on and elbows resting on his knees. He looked up when he heard the door open.

“Hey,” he said, standing and making his way toward you. “Sorry about the interruption. Vix just had some questions about the training schedule for the rest of the week. But that’s all squared away, so we can get back to it.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. “You can’t seriously think that I want to have sex with you right now,” you said. Your voice was hard and impassive.

“What?” Bucky looked genuinely confused. “Why not?”

You walked over to your dresser and pulled out a fresh pair of panties and leggings. With your back to him, you shimmied into them under your robe. “Call me crazy, but I kinda consider you stopping mid-thurst to take a call from another woman, my fucking nemesis, of all people, to be a bit of a mood killer.”

You heard Bucky sigh behind you, and you could just imagine him running his hand through his hair. “Pocket,” he said, “come on. Don’t be so dramatic. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

Your entire body stiffened at his words. Turning around slowly, you gaped at him. “Excuse me?”

Bucky held his hands palms-out, as if to indicate he wasn’t a threat to you. “You’re blowing this out of proportion. I was just taking a phone call.”

It took every ounce of control you had within you to not explode on him. You closed your eyes and took one, two, three deep breaths that did nothing to calm you. “You took a phone call,” you said, “in the middle of sex. With a girl who has been a problem between us since the moment she showed up. How do you not get that that is not okay? At fucking all?”

“God, I thought therapy was supposed to help fix your problem,” he said, “not make it worse.”

You blanched at that. “My problem?”

“Yes, your problem,” he said, voice rising. “I haven’t done anything wrong, but you keep trying to paint me out to be the bad guy. You make me feel like a fucking cheater when I’ve never even touched her.”

“You don’t need to touch her to be having an emotional affair with her, Barnes,” you said, voice quiet.

“An emotional affair?” he barked out a laugh. “We’re just friends.”

“Just friends?” you asked, incredulous. “I’m ‘just friends’ with Steve. Should I take a call from him when I’ve got your dick inside of me?” You watched in real time as Bucky’s expression darkened. You hated using his insecurities about Steve to make a point, but he was leaving you no other choice. You didn’t know how else to make him understand why he was hurting you so badly.

“That’s completely different,” he said through clenched teeth.

You raised your chin. “It’s not different, at all, and you know it. If I stopped having sex with you to take a call from Steve, you would be livid. And honestly, I’m so disappointed in you for pretending like it’s not the same! That’s so disingenuous, Bucky.”

Bucky tilted his head back and sighed. “I feel like we’re going around in circles here, Pocket,” he said, voice heavy. “You keep getting upset, and I keep trying to reassure you, but it’s like you want there to be something going on between her and I.”

“I keep getting upset because you have no fucking concept of appropriate boundaries, Bucky!” you shouted at him. You startled yourself– you’d hardly ever raised your voice at him in anger. From the look on his face, it had taken him aback, too. “I shouldn’t have to be constantly telling you that your interactions with her are inappropriate for a guy in a monogamous relationship! It’s fucking exhausting, but every time I think we’ve made progress, you turn around and do something that makes me feel even worse!”

“Well, if I’m so fucking exhausting, then why are you even still with me?” he shouted back at you.

You stared at him, eyes wide. Was this it? Was this where he left you for Jade? Had you finally pushed him too far?

But his face immediately fell as he realized what he had just said. “Hell. Doll, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know what to do to make you feel better.” He took a step toward you, opening his arms, and you let him embrace you, though you didn’t hold him back. “I don’t know how to convince you that there’s nothing between her and I.”

You looked up at him. “Think of Steve,” you said. He narrowed his eyes as he looked down at you. “What I mean is,” you continued, “when you’re about to do something with Jade, ask yourself if you would be comfortable with me doing that with Steve, knowing how he feels about me. But instead of Steve being your best friend, imagine that he was actively trying to break us up. Like, would you be cool with me and Steve going off and forgetting about you in Central Park? Or would you be happy watching Steve sit on top of me during a sparring session while you listened to agents talk about it's just a matter of time before we start fucking?” You could tell by the way his arms tense around you that the very thought angered him. “Or if I decided that it was so important that I take a call from Steve that I just stopped having sex with you, even after you told me to ignore it. Don’t tell me none of that wouldn’t make you feel like absolute shit.”

Bucky blew out a breath and pressed his lips to the crown of your head. “You’re right,” he said sadly. “That would drive me insane. I’ll work on it. I’ll… I’ll try to think of Steve.”

You sighed. “I need you to do more than try, Buck,” you told him. “I need you to do it. Cause this, the way things are right now? It’s killing me.”

The look Bucky gave you then was enough to break your heart. You knew, you truly knew he wasn’t doing any of this on purpose, but he couldn’t keep falling back on his cluelessness as an excuse. Not anymore. Not when it was destroying you.

“Mne ochen' zhal', moya lyubov'.” I’m so sorry, my love. “I will do it.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him. You were relieved that he was finally, hopefully, seeing where you were coming from, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder how many more times he was going to put you through this. “I love you,” you said into his bare chest.

“I love you, too,” he replied. After a beat, he said: “So, I guess sex is off the table for this afternoon?”

You chuffed at that, then looked back up at him. “Seriously?" you asked, giving him a look. "Obviously, for now; don’t be stupid,” you said. “That doesn’t mean I can’t be persuaded to revisit the possibility later.”

Bucky smiled down at you. “I can work with that,” he said. “How about a movie, instead? I’ll take a shower, you grab some snacks from the kitchen, and we can watch whatever you want.”

“Mmm,” you said, feeling hopeful. “You will regret giving me that power, Barnes.”

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