#I would let him hit me with that ringed hand

[figthoughts]

How do u think Dean proposes?

oh bae, lots of thoughts on this,, loverboy!dean is back .ᐟ

okay so call me cliché, but i fully believe dean is a very sentimental guy. i just know he’d be so giddy throughout the whole proposal process. before choosing a ring, i think he’d probably snoop through your jewellery to get an idea of what you like—maybe even going as far as asking your friends what they think you’d like for an engagement ring.

and dean’s definitely getting sam or cas to go with him to the jeweller’s when he’s finally decided. he’d be standing at the glass cabinets in front of the clerk, grinning and rambling about you like a bumbling idiot, clearly so head over heels for his ‘fiancée’ (yeah, he’s already calling you that to people before he’s even proposed).

and when he’s finally picked out your ring, he takes the next few days to plan out the perfect proposal. he knows he doesn’t want to do something over the top or too cheesy.

so he settles on something he knows you’d like. something that just seems so quintessentially you and dean.

dean picks you up in the impala, dressed to impress—but not suspiciously so—and flicks on your favourite love songs from the mixtape you made together a few years ago.

you both hum along, and he taps his hand on the steering wheel as he drives, trying to not let the proud grin show on his face at the fact he got your friends to help you pick out an appropriate outfit and a fresh new set of nails for the occasion. he knows you’ll thank him for that later. dean makes casual small talk, trying to appear as normal as possible, like this was any other regular date.

eventually he pulls the impala up at a familiar place—the place where he asked you to be his girlfriend. dean debated and contemplated between here, the cliff overlooking the lake not far from the bunker, or the little italian restaurant he took you to on your first date. he figured a more private setting would be better suited for his plans.

so as you joke about the sweet memories of this place, dean laughs, hoping you’re not catching on quite yet. you pull out the picnic blanket and lay it across the hood of the impala. you and dean take a seat on top of it and unpack the basket he’d packed for your afternoon picnic. he pulls out the sandwiches he’d sam made and the cherry pie, along with the attempted charcuterie board—keyword ‘attempted’. you compliment it nonetheless, and the efforts he’s gone to, even if the spread looks a little messy. you can tell it’s all been made with love, and that’s what’s important.

as the time with you passes, dean’s chest gets heavier and heavier with anxiety. his eyes flicker over your face and god, it hits him; he’s so in love with you. his heart races as the sun begins to set over the pair of you, colouring you both in warm amber hues. the sun reflects off the lake as the water ripples, and all dean can think is ‘please, let her say yes.’

dean just manages to keep up his nonchalant act, disguising his inner turmoil. he tries to keep everything seemingly lighthearted and normal, despite the doubt and fear plaguing his thoughts. the sun eventually dips down under the horizon, and he smiles at you, “wait here just a sec, baby. i left something in the car.”

he grabs some tealight candles and a piece of paper from the glove compartment and returns back to his place next to you on the hood.

instead he places the few candles between you, lighting them as you laugh and ask what’s going on, though by this point you’re beginning to put two and two together. dean looks up at you and lets out a nervous huff, plastering a smile on his face to cover the anxiety clenching at his chest.

“let just me just—” he says, fumbling with the paper in his hands. dean meets your gaze and studies you silently for a moment, taking in your beauty and how you seem to be giving him an almost encouraging expression. he nods and begins reading off his paper.

dean reads his scribbled words, his hands shaking as he holds the crumpled note, recounting all the memories you’ve made together and how he yearns to have a lifetime of more with you. he tells you how you’ve bettered him as a man and how he’d be nothing without you. he tells you how important you are to him and how much he strives to be as good and as kind as you one day. he tells you he can’t imagine a world where he’s not by your side.

dean finishes his speech by telling you why he loves you, and it’s not just superficial things. it’s things that make you feel seen and heard; things that only someone like him would notice and internalise. by the end of it, dean’s trying to swallow the lump in his throat that grew when he noticed your teary eyes looking back at him.

he sets down the paper and lets out a breath, trying to steel himself for the question he’s about to ask. he pulls out the ring box and holds it up in front of you in his shaking hands.

“will you marry me?”

A/N: okay so this was meant to be like quick headcanoning points but here’s a story for u LOL this makes sense in my head for dean. i don’t think he’d do anything outrageously exuberant, like propose in front of a crowd or anything,, but anyways i hope this was sweet anon!!!

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[greengoblinswifey]

You need Cody right after a match.

a/n— My first Cody blurb, I need him so bad, had to whip this up rq.

Your boyfriend Cody, spent the entire day rehearsing his match and promos. You stood at ringside, watching on as his muscles flexed each time he moved. He was so fucking hot, and you couldn’t help but admire him. You needed him, but was in his element, you couldn’t distract him.

By the time Raw had began airing, he was out cutting a promo, the fans just as wild as you. Except, something else was wild for him. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you watched him pace in the ring, his neck tattoo you craved to lick on full display.

When the bell rang, he immediately got the upper hand, dishing out punishment on his opponent. Punishment you craved for your pussy. Maybe it was your ovulation—whatever it was, it had you feeling like you’d die without his dick inside you.

Cody won the match and the referee held his arm up in victory. Your core throbbed in anticipation as he made his way to the back, his steps deliberate. As soon as the door to the room opened, you pounced on him, your lips all over his face and lips.

“Baby, what’s gotten into you? I’m all sweaty,” Cody muttered into your kisses.

“I don’t care, I need you. Sweat and all, let it drip all over me, I don’t care, just fuck me. Please,” you pleaded.

His eyes darkened at your words, he could practically smell you dripping for him. “So fucking desperate for me, I’ll give you what you want.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

Cody had you bent over a chair, his gear ripped off by you and his hard cock buried inside you. Your panties were ripped and he slammed into you from behind, his cock stretching you out. You hoped the distant cheering from the fans masked your loud moans as he absolutely ravished you.

“This is what you wanted? Huh? To get fucked like a slut?”

You nodded frantically, your pussy clenching tightly around his cock as he angled into you even deeper. If it wasn’t for his grip on your curls, you would’ve toppled over.

He slapped your ass and you cried out. “Y-yes sir! This is what I wanted.”

You knew he was smirking behind you and in your last act of boldness, you pushed back against him, fucking yourself on his cock.

“That’s a good girl. You should see how your pussy’s just creaming on my dick.”

His words sent a ripple through you and your body convulsed, an intense orgasm hitting you like a truck.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmured, but he wasn’t finished with you.

He lifted and carried you to the couch in the corner of the room. A cry left your lips as he sank into your pussy once again, immediately finding your sweet spot. You drooled as he hovered over you—Cody was a greek god, one you would be happy to worship every single day. The sweat made his muscles glisten and he wrapped a large hand around your neck, making your pussy twitch in excitement.

Your body jolted as he slammed into your pussy and his grip around your neck tightened. “You feel so fucking good. So tight, so wet, fucking perfect for me.

You held his dark gaze, wrapped your arms around his neck and grinding against him, meeting his thrusts. His sweat dripping all over you made you moan and you reached up, licking the tattoo on his neck.

“My dirty fucking girl,” he said, darkly.

One of his hands pressed against your abdomen, making you moan so loud, you knew anyone passing by would hear. “Feel how deep I am inside you? Only my cock can get that far. I fucking own you.”

“You own me,” you echoed, your nails now digging into his back.

“Cum on my cock, cum with me.”

With a loud cry, you squirted on his cock, soaking both him and the couch as he continued to pound into your aching pussy.

“Fucking hell, what a good girl just squirting for me like that.”

His orgasm followed immediately after and he pushed deep inside you, his cum filling your ovulating womb to the brim.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, his thrusts slower and deeper. “I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant.”

[spicyspiders]

i’ll take you high

thanos x male reader smut. a deal is made when you show up thanos’ place with not enough cash.

1.6k words

cw: thanos (he’s his own warning), mentions of drug use, dubious consent, and oral sex.

“I can’t afford this.”

“The fuck you mean you can’t afford this?” Thanos snatches the money out of your hard, nearly ripping it, “this all you brought?”

“It’s all I’m used to paying,” you reply, trying to keep your tone steady. It was difficult not to whine the words out after the week you just had, you just wanted what you knew would take the edge off. It was just as difficult to not be angry at your last dealer. He didn’t give you a reason why he wasn’t going to sell to you anymore, only leaving you with the phone number to this guy.

What kind of name is Thanos?

“I don’t sell that cheap shit like you’re used to,” he said with a laugh. “Mine is more expensive,” and if his apartment is any indicator of the amount he sold and the amount he made, he’s right.

“I can go get more cash,” you grumble, standing up only to be shoved back down onto the couch. The force knocks the breath out of you, and you watch up in confusion as Thanos tosses the money down onto the coffee table behind him.

Thanos grabs your chin in a tight grasp to tilt your face up, turning your head to the left, and then the right. “You’ll do, pretty boy.”

“What?” You ask after he lets you go.

“I don’t like my time being wasted,” Thanos says, staring down at you. He places a hand between his legs, sending a chill through your body, “so I’ll cut you a deal,” he says with a smirk as he begins to rub his crotch through his jeans, “since you’re a first-time customer.”

“Can’t I just go get more money?” you ask, watching the sizable bulge growing under his hand.

Thanos' hand is back under your chin, forcing your eyes to lock with his with a snarl, “I don’t like repeating myself, either. You suck me off or you get the fuck out.”

You jerk your head from his grasp before knocking his hand away from his pants. You try your best to glare at him, but end up hating your decision upon seeing the look of satisfaction on his face. Thanos was cocky, a trait that you picked up on easily in what seemed like minutes after meeting him, and it was hard to deny how much it turns you on.

It also didn’t help how attractive Thanos was on his own. It had nearly knocked you off your feet when he opened the door earlier, not expecting it at all, especially after your last dealer told you his name when he had given you his number. You don’t remember what you expected him to look like, but it certainly wasn’t the person who ended up opening the door.

His half-hard cock sprang from his pants, the head peeking from the foreskin. You took it by the base, giving it an experimental tug. The carpet, not to your surprise, didn’t match the drapes, though, you couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. It would have been kind of cool to see purple pubic hair.

You could feel Thanos’ cock grow harder in your fingers, the hard sensitive skin warming your already sweaty palm. It was nearly fully erect when you guided the head to your tongue, your fingers wrapped once more around the base.

You slid your tongue under the foreskin, tasting clean skin under your tongue. You could tell Thanos kept himself clean when he first opened his door and the smell of his cologne wafted out the door, but his cock still had that musky smell that could drive you crazy. It combined to make a scent that was all Thanos.

You could hear Thanos gasp when you swirl your tongue around the spongy head, a drop of precum hitting your tongue after hearing another gasp. “You done this before?” Thanos asks after you pull off his cock, a heavy hand on the back of your neck.

You drag your tongue from the base along the vein along the underside of his cock before responding, “maybe,” you say, struggling to keep back the shiver that runs through your body at the feel of his cool rings at the back of your neck.

You see a flash of bright white teeth as Thanos smiles, “I can tell,” he says, his words falling off with a loud groan. You just wanted to shut him up as you sucked his hard cock back into your mouth, but of course, he’d be loud in bed. Closing your eyes did little to help in trying to ignore him, the image of Thanos’ smug face now seemingly burned in the back of your retinas. You wondered even why you were trying, it was only a matter of time before he saw the bulge of your cock in your pants from sucking him off.

The sounds he made only grew in volume as you took his cock deeper, as did his fingers around the back of your neck. His hips twitched forward when you brought a hand up to his balls, rolling them between his fingers. Tears fell from your eyes as the head of his cock neared the back of your throat, threatening your gag reflex into action.

“Fuck,” Thanos groans, his hips moving back until his cock fell free with a wet noise from your mouth. He wraps a hand around the base so he can smear the wet head of his cock along your lips, “you’re fuckin’ good at this,” he says, his voice full of lust.

The praise went straight to your cock, making it harder to ignore. You try to cut it off by bringing your spread legs together, but it only creates friction that makes you gasp. Bad idea. You look up, attempting to steal a peak at Thanos to see if he noticed, and you’re met with the sight of his mouth curled in satisfaction.

“You like that?” He asks huskily, his hand gliding along his cock, the path slick from your mouth.

Not wanting to give him any more satisfaction, you instead swipe your tongue along the slit, licking up the precum his fingers had just stroked out. Thanos’ hand moves off the base when you move further down. The moan Thanos lets out rings loudly in your ears when you suck one of his balls into your mouth, another ringing out when you go to the next.

Your lips feel slick and messy with spit when Thanos grits out a deep, “enough,” locking you in place under the command of his voice. You look up, waiting in anticipation as your heart hammers in your chest, waiting for Thanos to make the next move.

His next move is to wrap his fingers back around his cock, his fist moving quickly back and forth. The slick noise grows louder and louder, alongside Thanos’ panting. His free hand went to your chin, tilting your face in the direction of whatever he was about to do.

“Might want to close your eyes for this,” Thanos says, his voice breathy, letting you know exactly what he’s about to do.

It only feels like seconds after you’ve shut your eyes that you feel the warmth of Thanos’ spend hit your face. Though you were expecting it, it still makes you jump from the force, heat, and smell.

His orgasm isn’t any different from his moans from earlier, still loud and edging on over the top like he wanted to make sure all of your attention is on him. Not really like you had the choice not to as Thanos kept coming and coming.

You stay still, tense with focus even as Thanos runs his fingers along your eyes, “look at me,” he pants.

You open your eyes slowly, making sure his cum wasn’t going to drip into your eyes. Your eyes open to the click of a camera shutter as Thanos snaps a few photos. You try to move away, but he keeps you in place with a wet hand around the back of your neck.

“Couldn’t help myself,” Thanos says with a laugh as he tosses his phone down onto the table behind him, right beside the cash you brought. “That’ll make a nice contact photo,” he says nonchalantly as he tucks his soft cock away and buttons up his jeans.

You feel your cock begin to soften as you watch Thanos walk away. He returns moments later with a few paper towels, “clean yourself up,” he says in that same commanding tone.

You jump when you feel something fall onto your lap, and you have to bite your lip to keep from hissing from the stimulation to your softening cock, “what about the money I brought?” You ask when you pull the paper towel away and see your money and the bag of what you originally came here for.

“I promised you a discount, didn’t I?” Thanos asks, standing next to his door.

You aren’t sure of where to put the paper towels, so you lay them as neatly as you can on the table in front of you. You walk slowly up the door under Thanos’ intense gaze.

He crowds you up against the door, boxing your body in, “you’re mine now,” Thanos says, his eyes flicking from your eyes down to your lips as he speaks, “you need more weed? You come to me, okay?”

”Okay,” you whisper.

“Good boy,” Thanos responds, his face coming closer until his lips are pressed to yours in a kiss much softer than you were expecting.

“Do you do this with all your customers?” You ask, hating how breathy your voice sounds.

“Only the pretty ones,” Thanos responds before he sends you out the door with one last kiss.

[liabugs]

May I have a rafayel x reader smut?

I kinda went crazy with this one lol !! ty for the ask, Anon 🩷

cw: rafayel x fem!reader, mentioning of edging and fingering (f! receiving) p in v (unprotected) but pulling out, pet names (cutie, good girl, baby, prettygirl) begging, rafayel being a tease LMAO, just fllthy smut, not proof read, lmk if I missed any tags 🩷🎀

You were so close, right on the edge of a euphoric waterfall. If only a certain someone would let you have your release. For what felt like hours, he had been building you up, making you feel so good... only to bring you down and take away your pleasure.

"Please please please let me cum-" you pleaded, only for him to smirk. "You will get to cum soon cutie, don't worry." He teased with a hint of playfulness. he slowly removes his index and ring finger out of your cunt. Your hole clenched around nothing, desperately wanting something to take his place. He brought his fingers into his mouth while looking into your dazed eyes, tasting you with a soft moan. "Fuck baby, your taste will always amaze me." Bringing his face up to yours, sensually kissing you, deep.

You moaned into the kiss, Rafayel pushing his tongue into your mouth. Your tongue moving with his like it was second nature, tasting yourself on his lips. He pulled away, you let out a soft whine from the lost contact of his warm lips on yours. "Are you ready to take my cock, hm?" He purrs, you nod eagerly with an 'mhm' falling from your lips. Rafayel chuckles, "Use your words, pretty girl." You whine, he knew what he was doing, teasing you with no mercy. "I want your cock please..." You beg. It felt like no matter how much you beg, Rafayel would always be a tease. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it as much as he does.

"Okay, cutie... Take a deep breath for me." He said, lining his cock up with your entrance. Rafayel was bigger than most, and he was definitely is a lot bigger than you. His body practically engulfed yours, so when you take his cock it's always a big stretch. You breathe in, "Good girl, 'doing so good for me..~" He praises you. Then, as you breathe out, he slowly pushes the tip of his cock into the ring of your cunt. You throw your head back into the pillows with a moan, felling the slight pain of Rafayel's cock stretching you out. The more he pushes in, the more pleasure overwhelms you. He curses, his cock twitching inside of you.

Rafayel looks into your eyes, his filled with love. you nod to give him the permission to move. He starts off with soft, shallow trusts, earning little whimpers and moans from your lips. Working his way up to deep strokes, hitting that spongy spot inside of you. You cry out his name, he hums as a response. He leans in to leave a soft kiss on your lips. trailing down to your neck, leaving marks that everybody will be able to see tomorrow. Your legs wrap around his hips as he hits your special spot inside of your cunt, your walls fluttering around his cock. He hips at an angle so he can keep hitting that spot.

"fuck fuck! nng 'feels so good..!" You moan out, your nails scratching down his back. Rafayel hisses, but his sound of slight pain is replaced with a moan as you clinch around him. "You're taking me so well, baby, 'jus like that... fuck!" A growl heard raging from Rafayel's throat, his hips picking up the pace. Your hand reaches down to rub on the little pearl between your legs, chasing your high. "fuck, rub that clit for me baby, yeah?" He moans out, his thrusts getting sloppy. You both were so close to cumming, your gummy walls fluttering while you could feel Rafayel's cock twitch. Your moans becoming higher in pitch, "yesyesyes! 'gonna cum...!" You babble on. Rafayel groans, "cum for me pretty girl, I know you can do it..~" and with those words you're cumming. the coil in your stomach snapping. "doin' so good for me baby, jus' a lil' longer... I'm so close..." He chuckles and keeps fucking you though your high. You whine, already feeling overstimulated. with a couple more thrusts, he pulls out. Cum spurts on your tummy and tits, Rafayel praising you with a kiss.

You both bask in the afterglow, Rafayel pampering you with kisses and praises. He gets off the bed and scoops you up into his arms, walking to the bathroom. He sits you down on the sink counter and starts running bath water. He walks over to you, kissing you with passion. you both exchange 'I love you's and enjoy the rest of your night together.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Broken Bonds-Part 30

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, Jay Halstead x Hailey Upton, Coparenting Jay Halstead x Reader

With a ticking clock there are no rules when it comes to Jay and Mouse finding you and Hailey

Warnings: TORTURE, MENTION OF RAPE (NO RAPE) LOTS OF VIOLENCE

The sound of Mouse’s cell phone ringing was nearly too loud in the marshal office. The guy Gwen had just dragged in was yelling from the holding but somehow the simple ring of his phone seemed louder. He glanced at the screen and the moment he saw Jay’s name he felt his world screech to a stop. He glanced at the time, ten forty five. The meeting was over. If Jay was calling…

“Jay” he answered and heard the other man take a ragged breath “Greg…” no no no, if Jay was calling and if Jay was using his real name? “Please tell me she’s not dead Jay. Please” he begged and Jay breathed “Greg….they took our girls”  “Who took our girls?” he asked, eyes meeting Xavier’s across the floor as he grabbed his gear and headed for the stairs. He heard his team one by one falling in step behind him before he ever hung up with Jay.

He looked over his shoulder at them all. “I don’t have clearance to go, you could be risking your jobs” Gwen shrugged “This is Kidd we’re talking about. Let’s fucking go”

“You fall in line and there aren’t any rules” he told them before heading down the stairs not looking to see if they followed. He had to get to the twenty first. The more time passed, the harder it would be to get a lead. Not finding them was not an option.

The drive across town, hell he wasn’t sure if any light he rolled through was red or green. You were in danger. Some assholes decided they were gonna put their hands on you, hurt you, take you. He wasn’t here the last time you needed him, he was now dammit and nothing would keep him from finding you.

The moment Mouse parked his truck in front of the precinct he grabbed his gear out of the seat and stormed up the steps. Sure enough his entire team had followed him. The moment he stepped in the door Trudy looked up at him from her place behind the front desk, he could see tears in her eyes “Mouse, you and Jay bring them home” he nodded, knowing she needed him to sound certain  “We will” she hit the button to pop the gate leading up to intelligence and he didn’t waste any time, taking the stairs two at a time.

The moment he hit the top of the stairs every set of eyes turned towards him. It seemed like Jay and Voight were mid conversation but he could’ve given a damn less “Tell me we have any damn thing we can track Jay. Give me something”  Voight looked at him “Mouse, you can’t be here” he cut his eyes at Voight “Me and Jay honestly don’t need the unit or my team. More hands and eyes just come in handy. Are you gonna help us get them back or stand in the damn way? I’ve got five marshals here to help your unit, take the help and get your detectives back or we’ll do it ourselves”

Voight raised an eyebrow then nodded “I’ll get it cleared for your team to be here. You and Jay run point” Mouse nodded then looked back at Jay who told him  “Kev’s running the plates. We got Phillip Jones in custody, best we can tell his brother Eric and his goonies grabbed them. We’re thinking they’re gonna contact for a trade” Mouse nodded and looked back at Gwen “Take the back stairs, tell Kevin you’re part of my team. Take over running these assholes down. Let’s find them before they ever have a chance to try to make a trade. Send Kevin up”

Gwen disappeared through the door Mouse pointed her in the direction of and Jay bumped his shoulder and leaned in “How solid is your team?” he nodded “Solid” “Like we can take Phillip down to the cage?” Jay asked and he nodded “Yeah, they’re that solid”

Jay looked back at Voight who nodded once “Do what you gotta do, I got the rest” that was pretty much clearance to do anything and everything. Him and Mouse had done some shit and that was for men in their unit but this? This was for the women they loved. This was for Addy. This was for everything that mattered, nothing was off limits.

Kevin walked back through the door about that time and Mouse cut his eyes at Jay before saying “Kev, go to fifty one and pick up Stella and Kelly. She needs to know” Jay nodded then breathed “After that I need to ask something of you that you aren’t gonna want to do” “What’s that?” Kevin asked and Jay shrugged one shoulder “Sit out of this? I need Addy safe and who better than her mom’s best friend. I need you to stay with her and Stella until we bring the girls home”

Kevin looked from one of them to the other “I can’t do nothing” Jay shook his head “Protecting Addy is everything” he nodded slowly “Promise me that you two aren’t stopping at nothing” Mouse nodded “You know us Kev. They’re coming home”

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“What do you mean she’s been kidnapped?” Stella’s voice shook as she looked from Jay to Mouse. Kelly moved to put his hands on her shoulders and she shrugged him off. “Where the fuck is my little sister?” Jay swallowed hard “We’ll get her back Stel” 

Stella’s head whipped towards him “How the fuck did you lose her? How does a decorated army ranger, decorated detective manage to lose two fucking women on a damn undercover?” “There’s a lot of moving parts to things” Mouse tried and Stella scoffed “You’re defending him?”

Kelly pulled her back against his chest “Baby, you’re upset. You’re saying stuff you don’t mean” her hands shook and tears were shining in her eyes when she said “Just please get her back Jay. She’s my little sister. Don’t make me bury her and you know she loves Hailey too. Get em back, they both believe in you” then she looked at Mouse “My little sister loves you, get her back”

She took a deep breath, visibly resigning herself to the fact that this was reality not some horrible dream then said “I’ll take vacation time and keep Addy home until you get them back. Don’t worry about her. Just concentrate on my sister and Hailey, ok?” Both men nodded so she turned to Kelly and Kevin “Let’s go”

They watched her walk out and Jay took a deep breath “Thank you” “For what?” Mouse asked and Jay shrugged “For defending me even if I don’t deserve it, I was right there man…a few steps too slow…” Mouse shook his head “Don’t fucking go there Jay. I need your head on straight. Don’t think about what you could’ve done. Think about what you’re gonna do when you get those son of a bitches that have them in front of us”

Pain wasn’t a stranger to you. Hell in your life of work, you’d been shot, stabbed and in a couple car wrecks. That was all since joining intelligence. You could handle pain, it was the burning that made consciousness rush back into you with a scream being ripped from your lips.

“Looks like this one is awake, what about blondie?” you fought against the pounding behind your eyes to force them open. Blondie...Hailey? Memories of what happened flooded back to you. You’d run right into it, worse than that was Hailey had followed you step for step. You’d never seen those damn guys or those fucking shock sticks.

The last thing you could remember was Eric Jones telling someone to “Shoot that damn guy” was Jay ok? Where was Hailey? Hell where were you? The moment you managed to get your eyes open you were face to face with a man that was taller than Kevin and twice as broad “Damn, what did your mama feed you?” you blurted out and he chuckled “Oh I like her, she wakes up feisty”

You shrugged, looking around the room and cutting your eyes up to see you were chained by your arms to a pulley system that was attached to the roof. Explained why you couldn’t currently feel them, also why your feet were barely touching the floor. “Unchain me and I’ll show you just how feisty I am asshole” he grinned “Oh she’s gonna be fun. Is blondie awake yet?”

About the time he said it you heard Hailey’s voice and it sounded like she was waking up in the same mood as you. You glared at the mountain of a man in front of you “Sounds like it” he chuckled “See, my boss is wanting his brother back. He’s gonna use you two to do so. The thing is that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun in the meantime”

You felt your stomach churn at his words and it must have shown on your face because he shook his head “Oh no dear, we’re not animals. We wouldn’t take that from you…we just want to break you down in a little teeny tiny heap so when CPD releases Phillip they get piles of their detectives back. That way they know the Jones brothers are indeed untouchable”

“How do you plan a trade if we’re dead?” you asked and he grinned “Who said you’ll be dead?” and backhanded you across the face hard enough if you hadn’t been hanging by your arms you probably would’ve flown across the room. The coppery taste of blood filled your mouth and you turned your head to spit it out onto the floor “Should I start here with you or go to Blondie first?” you were shaking from a mixture of pain, adrenaline and fear as you said “If you touch her just remember I will get down from here eventually and when I do I will break your fucking neck”

“Tsk tsk tsk Detective. You’re in no place to make threats” you spit out more blood, damn your teeth must have sliced the inside of your mouth “Not a threat, it’s a promise I will make good on”

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Hailey could hear you, she knew you were close. She couldn’t exactly call for you because you both didn’t know if these assholes knew your identities beyond being detectives for intelligence. When she heard you tell one of them that if they hurt her you’d break their fucking neck her eyes flew to the men in the room with her.

You had to stop fighting so hard. She could take it. She’d handled worse. You and her could make it through this. The unit would come, you just had to stay alive until then and you trying to take the focus off her wasn’t happening.The man in the room with her eyed her, your initial observation of “Damn what did your mama feed you?”  was pretty fucking accurate. Where the hell did the Jones brothers get these men?

“She your girlfriend or something?” he asked and she grinned “Or something” he nodded “You gonna let her take everything to keep it off of you?” she shook her head “Not on your life asshole” and he grinned “Always loved the fact that women are always stronger than men. They take twice as long to break” “Lucky us” she breathed, turning back towards the sound of your voice. She had no idea of knowing how much time had passed since you and her had been taken. How close the unit was to finding you two or what had happened to Jay.

Hank walked down the stairs with Xavier next to him, both men pushing Phillip in front of them. Mouse and Jay stood on either side of the cage. Hank shoved Phillip in then looked at Jay and held the keys out “You two got five minutes, make it count”

Xavier looked at Mouse “I got the exterior door. No one is coming in” then he walked off. The man had the nerve to smirk at Jay  “What’s wrong Jack did ya lose Veronica and Vivian?” Jay unlocked the cage and pushed the door open wide enough Mouse could walk in behind him. “I’m gonna ask you one time and one time only where would your brother take them?”

“Fuck you” Phillip told him and was met with a hard punch from Mouse. Jay nodded towards him “Did I mention one of the women your brother took was the woman he loves?” Phillip spit out a mouth full of blood, a tooth amongst it and shrugged “Let me go and you may see them again”

Jay cut his eyes at Mouse and held his hand out, Mouse laid his knife in it “Last chance. Give us a location” “Fuck you” Phillip repeated. “Suit yourself” Mouse told him and nodded to Jay who didn’t hesitate to slam the knife down into Phillip’s left hand, pinning it to the bench.  Phillip let out a blood curdling scream as Jay leaned down face to face with him “A location, now”

“I don’t- I don’t know” Phillip tried and Mouse grabbed the handle of the knife and twisted it “What was that? Talk up Phillip!” Phillip groaned “There’s three places! Three places! He’ll have them in one of those”

“Good boy. Luckily you’re right handed so here ya go” Jay handed him a sheet of paper and pen “Write quick and he’ll get the medic from his team down here to patch ya up before you pass out” 

He scribbled down the locations and Jay nodded then snatched Mouse’s knife out of his hand “Good talk Phillip” Mouse nodded “Very lucrative for us all” the two walked out and Xavier walked back in, eyeing the puddle growing under Phillip as Jay locked the cage “Guessing I should get Jonah?” Mouse nodded “Yeah, asshole doesn’t deserve to bleed out” then looked at Jay “We gotta get Gwen running these then we need teams hitting them all”

“What if he has more addresses?” Jay asked and Mouse shrugged “We hit every damn property he owns until we find them” Jay nodded “We gotta move fast and hit every damn place hard” Mouse nodded “We know how and we will. They fucked up laying a hand on her and Hailey”

Your ribs were aching, you were fairly certain you were losing circulation in your hands and your jawbone may very well be cracked or at the very least bruised deeply They’d given you one hell of a beating already. You heard the room next to yours open and knew they were going in on Hailey next “LEAVE HER ALONE DAMMIT! PLEASE, HURT ME NOT HER!” you screamed, groaning from the pain as tears slipped down your face.

You heard Hailey’s voice cut through the wall “STOP FIGHTING SO MUCH. I CAN TAKE IT” and flinched when the first blow landed on her. Tears streamed down your face as you listened to them beat her like they had you. 

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Hailey took the beating, grunting when they hit her and tears flowing again when she heard your sobs. This would be how they broke the two of you. She could take the hits, she couldn’t take hearing your pain and knew you couldn’t take hearing hers. They would use you against each other. The worst part was they didn’t even have any real use for the two of you beyond pawns to try to get Phillip released. This? This was just a bunch of sickos playing.

When they finally got tired and walked out of her room she sagged in her chains. “Hails?” you spoke lightly and she swallowed hard “I’m here babe” she could hear your voice shake “They’ll find us” “I know”

“Hit it fast and hard. Don’t give them time to alert anyone in case this isn’t the place with the girls. If it’s not we hand it over to patrol and move the hell on” Jay told the group and Voight cut his eyes at him “Unless there’s an issue. If so everyone go home and we got this because out of everyone I trust him to have my back and if goes both ways”

“Jay, we’re with you” Adam told him and Kim nodded. Gwen looked at Mouse “Let’s get Kidd and Upton back” the group surrounded the first location, waiting on Jay’s command. “Take it”

“CPD! US MARSHAL” The call sounded out and doors were kicked in. The guards inside didn’t have time to run. The group of men and women they had backing them were slamming them down left and right. They left them to cuff them while Jay and Mouse moved through the house, clearing it.

When it came up empty they moved back into the living room where Voight had gathered all the perps. “Who’s in charge” Mouse asked and no one replied so Voight kicked one of the men in the side and he grunted then pointed at one man “He is”

“Asshole” the man cursed as Mouse and Jay snatched him to his feet. “Kitchen?” Jay asked and Mouse nodded. Voight looked back at the team “Stay in here” then followed the two into the kitchen, hanging back. 

Mouse looked towards the stove “Oh look Jay, gas stove. Actual fire” Jay nodded and looked towards the man they were dragging between them “This asshole has a pyro streak. Picked it up in Kandahar Valley. The problem with electric stoves?” They dragged him over to the stove as Mouse turned one of the burners on high, the flames flickering up as he said “The burners man. It’s too clean. Actual flames. They fucking melt skin”

They both grabbed one of the man’s shoulders and held him down over the flames, just close enough the smell of burnt hair from his beard filled the air. Mouse leaned down close to his ear “Your boss Eric Jones?” The man nodded, eyes wide. “Does he have a place where he takes hostages?” 

“He’ll kill me man?” Mouse looked at Jay “Did you hear that? Jones will kill him” Jay nodded then shoved the man down just enough the flames burnt through his beard and he screamed in pain as his chin blistered then they pulled him up. Jay leaned in “Eric is not your biggest worry. You’re here so you didn’t actually have anything to do with. You can get by with a felony arrest. If you don’t tell us where your face is going down in this flame and I will fucking hold you in it until you stop kicking and swear we found you like that”

The man looked between them then nodded “It’s about an hour north..I…I can show you on on a map” Mouse slapped him on the shoulder “Attaboy!” then snatched him up by the burnt part of his beard “Let’s go”

You passed out at some point and when you came to you were being taken down from the roof and chained to a wall instead. You grunted from the pain in your side as they dropped you to the hard concrete floor. “What’s wrong killer, don’t tell me we already broke ya? I wanted you to keep some of that fight?” the man in front of you said. The way he looked at you made your skin crawl, then he reached to push your blood soaked hair back from your face “Not all of us have Dominic’s views on things. That fight may be fun, especially if we can rub that into CPD” you flinched away from his touch and glared at him “Go to hell” he grinned “Uh oh. There’s killer” and winked at you.

He walked out and a few minutes later Hailey’s limp body was dragged in and chained to a wall opposite you. You waited until the men who’d bought her in walked out then moved a little closer to her, straining your eyes to see if she was breathing. 

The slight rise and fall of her chest as a reassurance. If she was here, in the room with you that meant you could protect her. If this was all a play against CPD to get their attention to get Eric out, you would get their eyes on you the next time Dominic came in. After all, someone who loved you more than anything worked for the marshal service. Using you, hurting you could get the attention of both branches. They didn’t need to hurt her.

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You sat in the quiet, listening to her stir and knew she was fully awake. You’d made your decision and had come to peace with it. You just needed her to now. This was the only way for either of you to make it out of this. That slimy guy said “Not all of them” that meant more than one of them went against Dominic. How long could he keep it to Physical abuse?

You’d already endured more than you ever thought you could. These men had beat every inch of your body to the point of near breaking before they had stopped. How your heart was still beating and how you were still drawing breath was beyond you.

“Hailey” you barely whispered her name but knew she heard you because of the slight flinch “Yeah Y/N?” you turned towards her as far as you could, the pain in your side feeling like it was tearing with every movement “Hails promise me you’ll be there for Addy” her head rolled to the side to face you, one of her eyes was nearly swollen shut but the other bright blue and wide as she stared at you “Always but why wouldn’t you be?”

You swallowed hard “I have to think about her instead of myself. Jay needs you coming home. I can’t break his heart again. So if it comes to me or you, get the hell out of here and get home to him and my little girl. Be a mom to her please” she shook her head, tears falling “I won’t leave you. I can’t face her and know I left her mom. I can’t look Greg in the eye and know I left you. You can’t ask me to leave you” you wrapped an arm around yourself, grunting from the pain but managed to get close enough to grab her hand “Hailey, I love you. I know you love me. I’m asking please if you get a chance, get out. Live for us both. Take care of my daughter, help Greg get on his feet. You’re so strong. They need you. I need you to live please live for me” 

She squeezed your hand “If I get a chance, I’m taking you with me. There’s no future for me without my wife in it. We’re a family, family doesn’t leave each other behind” 

You shook your head, tears falling “Listen to me dammit. Their goal is to completely destroy us. I can’t let that happen to you if I can stop it” she squeezed your hand “I am not leaving you, no matter what. We face whatever comes together”

“This is the place,” Mouse spoke, looking around at the team. “Surround it. Hit it hard. No one walks out alive” Voight ordered and everyone nodded. The teams going in were Gwen with Jay and Mouse. Jonah and Xavier with Adam and Kenny and Kim with Voight.

“If you can make it hurt, even better” Jay added then cut his eyes at Mouse “Let’s do this” 

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Jay and Mouse moved together through the halls. The two men didn’t have to speak, they knew where each other was, on feeling alone. “Two offenders down” Mouse called over the radio, stepping over the bodies of the men he and Jay just killed, their blood still drying on his hands.

“From the blueprints I pulled the cellars are at the end of the hall” Gwen spoke low and both men nodded. She moved first, opening the door and they moved in, shoulder to shoulder. 

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You flinched at the first sound of gunfire “Hailey” you whispered, trying to nudge her and she nodded “I know” the door burst open and you would’ve preferred Dominic. It was the slimy guy. He looked from you to Hailey and smiled “Don’t have long but might as well have a little fun” you felt adrenaline rush into you and knew it hit Hailey too because despite your injuries you were both on your feet.

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There was a door at the end of the hall that was open and they could hear fighting coming out of it. They ripped it open to find a man on the ground while you and Hailey had chains that appeared to be hooked to your hands wrapped around his neck, choking him.

Mouse called your name and Jay called Hailey. You both looked up and the moment you spotted them, collapsed. Gwen moved in, shooting the man without question and dragging him away from the two of you. Jay and Mouse started to step into the room but the moment they did you and Hailey curled into each other as far as your chains would let you.

They froze at the door. Mouse locked eyes with you “Sweetheart?” you barely met his eyes and shook your head “Please Greg” he nodded and hit Jay’s arm then tapped his com “We need you Kim” his eyes stayed on you but him and Jay didn’t come any closer.

Gwen slowly moved towards you and Hailey and the two of you let her unchain you but still didn’t move from your corner, wrapped around each other. Kim came running into the room and looked at them then at the two of you then ran over to you. “Oh my god” she crouched down in front of you and then looked back “Call a bus, specify we want Brett and Foster”

Mouse and Jay were forced to stand by while you and Hailey allowed Kim and Gwen to help you to stand and slowly make your way upstairs. A total of seven hours had passed. What had you two endured in that time?

They followed behind, watching as you and Hailey sat on the couch in the house, flinching if any of the men got close. Mouse had a pit in his stomach growing larger every time you or Hailey flinched.

Kim looked up and met his eyes and shook her head “No rape” she mouthed then squatted down next to Hailey while Gwen was squatted next to you. That took one horror off the table but the physical proof was still there.

The ride back to Med Jay was close enough to the ambulance Kim had called with a message from Emily of “Get off my ass Halstead” 

Mouse and he both refused to let you and Hailey out of their sights. It didn’t feel like you were safe. Not yet.

The hospital had already been called. Maggie, Nat and April were waiting to be in charge of yours and Hailey’s care and Goodwin had ensured you wouldn’t be separated from each other. That was all they could do for now.

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Once they got to Med they both rushed in behind the stretcher but were stopped outside of trauma which they knew would happen. “Stay here. I’ll update you” Maggie promised.

The door closed and they were left on one side while you and Hailey were hurt and terrified of even their touch on the other. They barely registered their teams or Will walking up. “How are they?” Will asked and Jay shook his head “I don’t know” “They couldn’t bring themselves to even let us touch them” Mouse added.

Voight tapped both of them on the shoulders and they cut their eyes at him “Can we talk?” “Here” Jay replied so Voight looked at the rest of the group and Will nodded “I’ll buy everyone a coffee”

Once it was just the three of them Jay looked at Voight “How big of a mess is this?” Voight shook his head “What mess? You were working a joint task force, took down a crime ring and rescued our detectives. Good job” then looked towards the room “They’ll come out on the other side, those two are strong” “They look so damn broken” Jay whispered and Voight shook his head “Nothing is stronger than a woman’s will”

A few hours passed before their teams trickled out, telling them to call if they needed anything. The two didn’t move. You and Hailey got transferred to a private room together but had been sedated to allow for your bodies to rest so they simply followed the two of you to the private room.

It wasn’t until about six the next morning that Maggie approached them “Jay, Mouse” they glanced up from the seats they were sitting in and she held up two bags and pointed behind her to Voight and Adam “I have clothes for you two. You’re covered in blood and scaring the hell out of everyone in my hospital. Please let Hank and Adam watch over them for a few minutes and clean up”

They nodded slowly, standing to take the bags. “Don’t let anyone but Maggie, Nat or April in” Jay told them and Adam nodded “Believe me, I’m listening to you two. No offense but you both kinda scare me now” Mouse shrugged “Don’t mess with the two in that room or Addy and you have nothing to worry about”

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They were almost back to the room when Jay’s phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket and saw it was Stella. They’d called to let her know they’d got you back. He stopped and motioned for Mouse to get closer before answering “Hey Stel, what’s up?”

He could tell she’d been crying even if she was trying to make her voice sound cheerful “Hey Jay, is there any way I can video call you and Mou so little Miss can be assured that you two are ok and making sure mommy and Hayhay are getting their booboos checked?” 

Mouse nodded so Jay said “Yeah, I’ll hang up” he hung up and half a second later the video call alert came through. Him and Mouse locked eyes and took a deep breath before he swiped to answer it. Stella and Kevin’s face was first in the screen “Hey Jay” Stella greeted and he nodded “Hey Stel”

Kelly came walking up to the couch behind her with Addy and sat her down in Stella’s lap. Addy smiled big when she saw him “Hey daddy!”  “Hey baby” He greeted then turned the screen so she could see Mouse too and she giggled “Hey Mou!” “Hey sweetheart” Mouse greeted.

Both men were working to keep their emotions in check and that proved to be a feat when she asked “Where’s mommy and hayhay?” Mouse swallowed hard then said “They’re asleep sweet girl. They were tired” she nodded “I stay with Aunt Stel and Uncle Kelly till mommy and hayhay not hurt?” 

Jay nodded “Yeah baby, you’re gonna get to stay with Aunt Stel and Uncle Kelly. Daddy loves you so much. So does Mommy and Hayhay” “And Mou”  Mouse added and Jay smiled, tears in his eyes that he blinked away “And Mou” 

She nodded “Kay daddy. Love you! Love you Mou” then shoved the phone at Stella and wiggled down to go chase Kelly. Stella watched her then looked back at the screen, tears in her eyes “She’s ok, we got babygirl. You two get our girls healed up,you got me?” they nodded and she cut her eyes at Jay who shook his head “We’re good Stella” she smiled “I love you two idiots. I hope you both know that” they nodded “We do. Take care of Addy” after she hung up they headed back to their posts outside of yours and Hailey’s room.

You were semi conscious. Nat was giving you both pretty strong sedatives to combat panic attacks but Maggie had let you stay together. You reached out and could brush your hand against Hailey’s your beds were close enough. 

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You knew without looking that Mouse and Jay would be right outside of the door but you both couldn’t do that yet. It was too much, too soon. Hailey called your name lightly and you turned your head to look in her direction, she was already looking at you “Told you we’d make it out together” you smiled slightly “Now we have to face it together” she reached out for your hand and you slipped yours into hers, she squeezed yours lightly considering neither of you had a lot of strength at the moment. “For now, let’s just go to sleep” she whispered and you smiled “Deal” 

Part 31

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New York Steal in the Ring

So I decided Marie’s son, Motel’(Mut-tul) aka New York steal, would have a trash talking problem- big time. It’s why he’s looses (he also cheats) Motel’ isn’t just a dirty fighter—he’s an artist when it comes to cheating. He knows how to bend the rules just enough to get away with it, and if he ever does get caught? He’ll talk his way out of it like a pro. Here’s a breakdown of the different ways he cheats in the ring:

The Star of David Imprint (Metal-Laced Gloves)

His signature trick. Hidden inside his gloves are thin metal plates shaped like a Star of David, which leave an imprint on his opponent’s skin upon impact.

• Why It Works: Looks like a regular bruise at first—by the time anyone notices the pattern, the fight is already over.

• How He Hides It: His gloves pass inspection because the metal is hidden under layers of padding. The plates are thin but dense, making them hard to detect. Plus it outline his hid by the Star of David leather stars on his gloves.

• Why It’s Brutal: His punches feel twice as strong, and if he targets the same spot repeatedly, it makes injuries way worse than they should be.

The Weighted Wraps Trick

Before his gloves even go on, his hand wraps are laced with extra weight.

• Why It Works: The ref checks gloves—not wraps. By the time the gloves come off, the evidence is gone.

• How He Hides It: His team removes the weighted wraps before anyone can inspect them. If questioned, he plays dumb.

• The Risk: If Marie ever saw his wraps up close, she’d definitely know something was off.

The Vaseline Cheat (Slick Dodging & Illegal Hits)

Motel’ takes a trick from old-school cheaters by rubbing Vaseline on illegal parts of his gloves.

• Why It Works: If he swipes at an opponent’s eyes, it blurs their vision—without looking intentional.

• How He Hides It: He applies it just before the bell rings, wiping off any excess so it’s not noticeable.

• Extra Dirty Move: He might even swipe Vaseline on an opponent’s gloves mid-clinch to mess up their grip.

Thumb Hooking (Blinded Opponents)

Motel’ knows the value of a “legal” dirty move—thumb hooking.

• What It Is: He pretends to go for a legal clinch, then subtly hooks his thumb into an opponent’s eye to mess up their vision.

• Why It Works: Looks accidental—most refs don’t catch it unless they’re really paying attention.

• How He Hides It: He immediately apologizes and backs off, acting like it was unintentional.

The “Accidental” Low Blow

Motel’ knows how to land a low blow without making it obvious.

• How He Does It: He aims just above the beltline but makes sure his opponent’s movement causes their cup to shift—making the hit way worse.

• How He Hides It: If the opponent reacts badly, he throws his hands up like “Whoa, that wasn’t me!”—and keeps fighting while they’re in pain.

The Phantom Stumble (Fake Knockdowns)

When things get tough, Motel’ fakes getting hit harder than he actually was to buy time.

• Why It Works: If he goes down just right, the ref has to start a count, giving him time to breathe.

• How He Hides It: He makes sure it’s believable—throwing his head back, staggering, and selling it like a pro.

• Bonus Cheat: If the opponent gets too close while he’s “recovering,” he might grab their leg to trip them as he gets up.

Illegal Rope Tricks

Motel’ treats the ropes like his personal weapon.

• Pulling Opponents: If he’s in a clinch near the ropes, he subtly pulls them forward to mess up their balance.

• Springboarding Off the Ropes: He’ll lean back, using the ropes as momentum to throw a harder punch.

• Illegal Rope Grab: If he’s about to get knocked down, he’ll briefly grab the top rope to keep himself standing—only letting go when the ref turns back around.

Talking Trash to Distract Opponents

His mouth is just as dangerous as his gloves.

• Why It Works: A pissed-off opponent fights sloppy. Motel’ keeps running his mouth until they make a mistake.

• How He Hides It: He keeps his insults low enough that the ref doesn’t always hear.

• Bonus Trick: If the ref does catch him, he acts all innocent—“What? Me? I was just saying good luck!”

Spit in the Glove Trick

One of his nastiest cheats—spitting in his gloves before a punch to make the impact sting more.

• Why It Works: Saliva burns when it gets into cuts, making injuries more painful.

• How He Hides It: He does it subtly between rounds, pretending to adjust his mouthguard.

• Why It’s Filthy: It’s not just dirty—it’s insulting. Nobody likes getting punched with someone else’s spit.

Gaslighting the Ref

Motel’ isn’t just a cheater—he’s a master manipulator. If he gets caught? He talks his way out of it.

• Deny Everything: “What? My gloves are normal! You’re just seeing things.”

• Fake Innocence: “C’mon, ref, would I cheat? Look at me!”

• Blame the Opponent: “I think he must’ve done something. Check his gloves.”

• If All Else Fails—Fake a Complaint: If the ref is suspicious, Motel’ flips the script—“Ref, my opponent’s been fighting dirty all night!”—and suddenly, they’re distracted checking the other guy.

How He Gets Away With It

Motel’ is good at cheating because he doesn’t just throw cheap shots—he manipulates the entire fight.

• He times his tricks perfectly—never too much, never too obvious.

• He blends legal and illegal tactics to keep refs confused.

• He plays the underdog so nobody expects him to be a dirty fighter.

• He NEVER gets caught red-handed. If the evidence isn’t clear? It didn’t happen.

Marie doesn’t know about Motel’s cheating for several key reasons, all carefully orchestrated by Motel’ himself and the WVBA.

The WVBA Banned Her from Working His Matches

• Why? The WVBA likely suspects he’s cheating, but as long as it doesn’t become a scandal, they don’t care.

• Marie is Too Honest: If she saw anything sketchy, she’d call it out immediately—which would be a problem for Motel’.

• How He Uses It to His Advantage: Since Marie isn’t allowed ringside, she only sees the fights from the audience or on TV, where the dirtier details aren’t obvious.

Motel’ Doesn’t Talk About His Fights

• Keeps Everything Vague: He’ll give her the bare minimum—“Yeah, I won. It was tough. Anyway, what’s for dinner?”

• Avoids Showing His Gloves: He takes them off immediately after a fight and never lets Marie examine them.

• Deflects Suspicion: If Marie does question him, he plays the annoyed teenager card—“Why do you always assume the worst? Can’t you just be happy for me?”

The Bruises Disappear Before She Sees Them

• The Star of David Imprints Fade: Since bruises take time to fully form, by the time Marie gets a close look, they’ve started to blend in with normal bruising.

• Fighters Cover Them Up: If a boxer does notice the imprint and complains, Motel’ gaslights them—“Dude, that’s just a bruise. You ever been in a fight before?”—and most of them drop it out of embarrassment.

• Marie Doesn’t Get Access to Fighters Post-Match: Since she’s banned from working Motel’s matches, she never sees the full extent of the damage his opponents take.

Other Boxers Don’t Rat Him Out (Yet)

• Shame & Ego: No fighter wants to admit they got wrecked by a 19-year-old kid—let alone because he cheated.

• No Solid Proof: Even if someone suspects foul play, they can’t outright prove it without catching him in the act.

• Fear of Retaliation: Motel’ has a reputation for being smart-mouthed and scrappy—nobody wants to deal with his nonsense outside the ring.

If Marie Ever Got Close to the Truth, Motel’ Would Gaslight Her

• “You really think I’d cheat?” (Plays the hurt and disappointed angle.)

• “You know the WVBA would catch that, right?” (Shifts blame onto the organization.)

• “What, you don’t believe in me Ma ?” (Guilt-trips her into backing off.)

• “You’re just listening to rumors. People always hate when someone young’s on the rise.” (Classic deflection.)

If all else fails? He’d fake outrage, storm off, and refuse to talk about it—knowing Marie wouldn’t push too hard because she doesn’t want to drive him away.

The Only People Who Might Tell Her Are the Wrong People

The only people bold enough to spill the truth are guys like Bald Bull or Aran Ryan—two of the least trustworthy guys in the WVBA.

• If Bull told her, she’d assume it was just him being bitter.

• If Aran told her, she’d assume it was a joke.

• Even if someone respectable said something, Motel’ would just say “Oh, they’re just mad they lost”—and it’d be easy to believe.

The WVBA Might Be Covering for Him

• If Motel’ is bringing in money, the WVBA may look the other way—as long as he’s not getting caught too blatantly.

• They could even doctor footage or keep certain angles off TV to keep things from being too obvious.

• They keep Marie out of his corner because they know she wouldn’t stand for it.

How Long Can He Keep This Up?

Motel’ is slick, but he’s not invincible. The moment Marie sees a clear imprint or a fighter publicly calls him out with proof, the jig is up. And when that happens? He won’t just be dealing with an angry WVBA(if it makes it to the media)—he’ll have to face his mom. And that is way scarier than any opponent in the ring.

Why Motel’ Cheats

Motel’ isn’t a bad kid—he just sees the world as unforgiving and believes that if he plays fair, he’ll end up with nothing. He cheats because, in his mind, it’s the only way to get ahead and provide for Marie, the only person who has ever truly believed in him.

He Wants to Support Marie

• He knows she struggles financially. Marie works hard, but being a cutman doesn’t pay much. Motel’ wants to earn enough so she never has to worry.

• He sees it as repaying her. She took him in when no one else would, and in his eyes, he owes her everything.

• If cheating means more prize money, so be it. If winning gets him bigger purses, better sponsorships, and a real future, then he’ll do whatever it takes.

He Doesn’t Believe in “Fair Fights”

• Life never played fair with him. Growing up an orphan, he learned quickly that nice guys finish last.

• He’s seen what happens to honest fighters. He’s watched guys with real talent get chewed up and spat out by the WVBA. If you don’t have an edge, you’re just another name on someone else’s highlight reel.

• In his mind, everyone cheats—he’s just smarter about it. Maybe they don’t use metal plates, but they take dives, throw fights, and bribe officials. Why should he be any different?

He’s Terrified of Losing Everything

• If he starts losing, the money stops coming in. The boxing world moves on fast. If he gets written off as a has-been, Marie’s stuck struggling again.

• He doesn’t want to be a nobody. He’s seen guys who once had promise end up back on the streets. He refuses to be another washed-up fighter begging for scraps.

• Winning is the only way to secure a future. And if it takes a few shortcuts to get there, he can live with that.

He Knows Marie Wouldn’t Approve—So He Keeps It from Her

• She’d never take money earned from cheating. If Marie knew the truth, she’d tell him to stop—and he can’t risk that.

• She still believes in hard work. Marie might struggle, but she still holds onto her values. Motel’ thinks that’s naïve.

• He doesn’t want to disappoint her. He tells himself he’s doing it for her, but deep down, he’s scared of what she’d think if she knew the truth.

He Thinks He Can Get Away With It

• He’s careful. Motel’ isn’t reckless—he cheats just enough to win but not enough to get caught.

• He’s cocky. He genuinely believes he’s smarter than the system. As long as he keeps playing it right, he thinks he’ll never get exposed.

• He tells himself it’s temporary. “Just until I make enough money.” But deep down, he knows once you start cheating, it’s hard to stop.

It’s Not Just About the Money—It’s About Proving Himself

• He’s tired of being underestimated. People see him as some punk kid, and he wants to prove he’s more than that.

• Winning means respect. If he becomes a champion, nobody can look down on him again.

• He wants a legacy. He’s an orphan—he doesn’t have a family name or history. Winning means he gets to make one for himself.

What Happens When the Truth Comes Out?

Motel’ thinks he’s doing the right thing—but Marie won’t see it that way. The moment she finds out, he won’t just lose her trust—he’ll break her heart.And the worst part? He knows it’s coming. He just doesn’t know when.

Motel’s Smart-Ass Trash Talk

Motel’ has a sharp tongue and zero filter, making him one of the most irritating (and funniest) boxers in the WVBA. His humor is dry, sarcastic, and often personal, targeting everything from his opponents’ fighting styles to their personal lives.

Against Glass Joe:

“You ever thought about, I don’t know… quitting? No shame in retiring before your next fight’s against a strong breeze.”

“I’m not even gonna throw my right hand. You don’t deserve both.”

“Oh, wow. You actually landed a hit. Should I fall down to make you feel better, or are we both just pretending that didn’t happen?”

Against Von Kaiser:

“Man, you’re like a history book—full of old, outdated techniques that no one cares about.”

“They got you teaching the kids how to fight? Damn, that explains why the next generation’s got no hope.”

“I get it, you’re old-school. But maybe try throwing a punch that doesn’t look like it came from a silent film.”

Against Aran Ryan:

“I like how you fight like you’re in a bar brawl, but somehow, I’m still the one cheating.”

“You ever shut up? Or do you scream at your reflection when there’s no one around?”

“Keep grabbing me like that and I’m filing a restraining order.”

Against Don Flamenco:

“Your footwork’s not bad, but I think your ego’s the real heavyweight here.”

“Are you boxing or ballroom dancing? ‘Cause I swear I saw that move in Dancing with the Stars.”

“You’re too pretty to be taking this many hits. Maybe step it up before I ruin your modeling career.”

Against Bald Bull:

“Oh man, another Bull Charge? So scary. You sure you don’t wanna throw in a jump scare too?”

“You land one punch and suddenly you’re King of the Ring. Calm down, big guy.”

“Not gonna lie, I see why my mom liked you—you really know how to throw a tantrum.”

Against Soda Popinski:

“You sure it’s soda in that bottle? ‘Cause you’re fighting like you mixed it with something stronger.”

“If I win, I get to take one of your drinks, right? Just wanna see what the hype is about.”

“You punch like a guy who’s never had a hangover. Must be nice.”

Against Super Macho Man:

“Dude, I swear your muscles get bigger every fight. You inflating those things backstage?”

“I see more flexing than fighting. You sure this isn’t a posing competition?”

“Man, for all that muscle, you sure go down easy.”

General Smart-Ass Remarks:

“That’s your best punch? Wow. I almost felt that one.”

“You keep swinging like that, and I’m gonna start charging you for missing.”

“Tell me when you’re done warming up so I can actually start trying.”

“Man, you’re really making me work for this win. Kidding. I’m barely sweating.”

“I’d say ‘nice try,’ but I’m not in the mood to lie.”

How Do Other Fighters React?

• Glass Joe: Mortified. Cries in French.

• Von Kaiser: Deep sighs. Internal crisis about his life choices.

• Aran Ryan: Loses his mind. Starts screaming back even louder.

• Don Flamenco: Visibly offended. Throws a punch out of spite.

• Bald Bull: Gets angry, but it only makes him sloppier.

• Soda Popinski: Laughs it off—kind of likes the kid’s attitude.

• Super Macho Man: Over-the-top offended, but doesn’t stop flexing.

Motel’ fights just as dirty verbally as he does physically—his opponents don’t just lose, they leave pissed off.

Motel’s Below-the-Belt Insults

Motel’ doesn’t just talk trash—he gets personal. He knows exactly where to hit to make it sting, and he has no problem digging into insecurities, failures, and personal lives. If his opponent isn’t mad before the fight, they will be by the end of round one.

Against Glass Joe:

“I should be arrested for elder abuse after this.”

“You’ve lost so many times, I think they just keep you around for charity.”

“They let you in the WVBA out of pity, right? Ain’t no way you earned this spot.”

“Your last win was when? Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Against Von Kaiser:

“Man, how’d you go from training soldiers to getting beat up by kids?”

“You fight like your best years are behind you. ‘Cause they are.”

“You got a whole classroom full of students? Bet they punch harder than you.”

“Didn’t you have, like, a breakdown last time you got hit? Hope you got a therapist on speed dial.”

Against Aran Ryan:

“Damn, you fight dirty and you’re still not a champion? That’s just embarrassing.”

“You got all that energy but still couldn’t take a title. I’d be mad too.”

“Your whole country’s watching you right now. Probably shaking their heads.”

“You’re real good at screaming. Shame that doesn’t win fights.”

Against Don Flamenco:

“Bro, your ex is ringside. Hope she enjoys watching you get knocked out.”

“You spend more time fixing your hair than training, huh?”

“You keep dodging like that, and people are gonna think you’re scared.”

“You’re real pretty—wonder if you’ll still look like that after I’m done.”

Against Bald Bull:

“Did my mom dump you, or did you dump her? ‘Cause either way, it’s funny.”

“You hit hard, big guy, but all that muscle’s wasted when you keep missing.”

“Oh no, he’s charging again. I’m soooo scared.”

“What’s heavier—your punches or your ego?”

Against Soda Popinski:

“You drink ‘soda’ the way I ‘follow the rules.’”

“You sure you’re not still tipsy? ‘Cause you’re swinging like you are.”

“If I win, I get one of your drinks, right? Just wanna see if it’s actually soda.”

“You’ve built your whole career on drinking and punching. Real inspiring.”

Against Super Macho Man:

“Bro, just admit you’re on steroids.”

“You flex more than you fight. Kinda embarrassing.”

“You’re the biggest guy in the ring and still get dropped like a sack of potatoes.”

“Man, you should’ve stuck to Hollywood. At least there, you can fake being a winner.”

General Below-the-Belt Trash Talk:

“Your family’s watching this. Hope they aren’t too embarrassed.”

“Your career’s hanging on by a thread. Wanna quit before I cut it?”

“I bet the crowd’s placing bets on how fast I drop you.”

“You ever thought about a new career? ‘Cause this one ain’t working out.”

“You’re the warm-up. The real fights happen after you’re gone.”

H ow the Boxers React:

• Glass Joe – On the verge of tears. Contemplates life choices.

• Von Kaiser – Fights like he has something to prove, but it just makes him sloppier.

• Aran Ryan – Loses his mind and fights even dirtier.

• Don Flamenco – Gets visibly pissed and starts swinging wildly.

• Bald Bull – Shakes his head and pretends he isn’t mad, but he is.

• Soda Popinski – Laughs it off, but definitely punches harder afterward.

• Super Macho Man – Offended, but still tries to act cool. Might flex harder out of spite.

Motel’ doesn’t just win fights—he destroys egos.

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Author's Note hi sorry my SPTO hype died, I will feed you Stranger Things content now. also trying new post layout, idk if i fw it yet but let's see

You Bet! (1/?)

Eddie accepts a bet. If he's able to hold a date for a week, Gareth will buy him new strings for his guitar.

character: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) words: 2,310 reader: gender-neutral warnings: no beta

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ‣ 𝕾��𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝔪𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

The lingering smell of weed filled the whole room, sinking it's teeth into the two men's clothes.

"Yeah, as if," Gareth's disbelieving chuckle only fueled Eddie's growing frown.

"What, you think I'll be single my whole life?" He took a drag of the joint held between his fingers, somewhat mindful not to blow the smoke right into Gareth's amused face.

"Haven't seen you with anyone lately," he smirked, taking the object from Eddie's grip to take a hit as well. "Or, scratch that, ever. Almost making me think you're going celibate."

Eddie merely scoffed, choosing to occupy his now free fingers with a tug on his ring, "I just haven't tried hard enough." He said, only half joking. It's not like he hasn't tried asking out a handful of people a few years back. As luck would have it, his advances were rejected. He blamed his buzzcut and lack of now more established charisma for his shitty love life, and nowadays, he was called a freak, which lowered his chances even more. But maybe, if a right person came into his life, he could win them over. He just preferred to focus on what he already had, satisfying his need for company with his friend and DnD campaigns.

Although Gareth's quips were playful, they did sting a little. Part of him knew it could be his reality, but that's not what he wanted to think about during this nice evening.

"Uhuh." Gareth let the smoke out of his lungs, holding his need to cough. "You know, if you managed to get a date, I think it'd be a miracle."

"Yeah?" His response came back with some challenge in his voice, mostly to distract himself from the awful feelings threatening to rise to the surface. "You think I can't woo someone with my amazing charm? Watch me." He leaned back on Gareth's couch, crossing his arms behind his head, throwing his legs on the table and pretending his cockiness wasn't just a coping mechanism for his awfully bad luck in dating.

Gareth chuckled wholeheartedly, "you're so sure about that?"

"Sure, man," he shrugged, keeping an aura of self assurance, although not denying it might have just all been a joke. He knew he would fail.

Narrowing his gaze in an amusement, Gareth spoke, "If you do manage to get a date, I'll buy you those new strings you wanted. It has to last for at least a week, though."

Eddie's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah. Of course, if I confirm this person really does exist, and wants to date you. Deal?"

Eddie hesitated for a moment, returning to his previous sitting position, now hunched over, with elbows resting on his knees. If he really was able to convince someone, even just for a week, this would be a good deal. Minus the amount of cringe he'd have to go through to get into that position first.

Humming in thought to add to his dramatics, he reached out his hand to shake Gareth's hand after a while.

"You drive a hard bargain, dude," he smiled back with confidence. "Deal."

- - -

Just as Eddie returned from his hangout at Gareth's house, the phone in his pocket buzzed, lighting itself up with a clear message on it's screen. He was able to read it after lazily taking it out.

Y/N Heyyy my favorite friend can I get some weed?

"Y/N." Eddie thought to himself. Maybe there's a chance he will win the bet, after all.

Quickly typing his response and arranging a meeting at his trailer, Eddie laid his upper body on his bed, his phone carelessly being thrown beside him. Staring at the ceiling, he thought of how to approach the topic. Your friendship was long and stable enough for his request to not be outrageous, but of course, he had to acknowledge how sudden it would be to you. Over the course of your friendship, neither of you had a partner - at least from what he knew of your dating history - so maybe it would benefit you both in the end? Getting some practice before the real thing. Mulling over the possible conversation, he concluded the worst reaction he'd get is you brushing him off with an amused chuckle at the bizzarre offer, at best, you'd have a funny story to reminisce together. Having calmed down his silly doubts, he got up from his bed with a pep in his step, a necessary hurry from expecting you to arrive in just a few minutes. Where did he put his stash again?

His train of thought was abruptly stopped when he heard the familiar sound of your calm knocking at the door. He halted his search, scurrying towards the entrance of his trailer, pulling the handle to reveal your figure before him.

"Hey," you started, offering a chill smile after seeing the face of your best friend, wearing his Hellfire t-shirt, some comfortable pants and and the always messy hair of his. You were no different, arriving at the place with an outfit someone could mistake for your pajamas. You lived nearby, it was late, you really wanted some weed and an unexpected visit at his home didn't really require you to dress in your best attire.

"Welcome to my lair, what can I get you?" He moved past the doorway, bowing theatrically as you entered.

"Your best product, my good sir." You replied, corners of your lips raising up at the dramatic gesture. Making yourself fully comfortable, you took a seat on his bed, the mattress creaking slightly under your weight.

"We offer only the best for the best," you caught his playful wink before he crouched beside his nightstand, "you're lucky that you qualify."

"After three years of friendship I'd be offended if I wouldn't," you exhaled through your nose amused, glancing over his shoulder as he looked for the little green bag.

"Aha! Knew I did put it there," he exclaimed satisfied, holding the desired product. "And how much do you want?"

"How much is in there?"

"About 5 gram," he estimated, looking at the bag.

"I got, uh… 25 bucks," you deadpanned, taking the cash out of your pocket.

"You do know you're robbing me blind here, right?" Eddie threw his head down as he chuckled.

"I know, I know, you can take some off of it, or I can pay you the rest later?" You offered a guilty grin, painfully aware of the cost.

"Tell you what," Eddie sighed, occupied a spot beside you, "I'll give you this for twenty, and in return, you're gonna do something for me." He flashed you his teeth, a mysterious offer sparking your curiosity.

"Yeah?" With your interest fully peaked, Eddie knew his mission was almost halfway in his reach. "And what would that be?"

Setting the weed aside, his eyes wandered through his room, focused on nothing particular. He always had to make his announcements dramatic, so you patiently waited until the words would finally come out of his mouth. Breaking the silence while playing with a loose strand of his hair, he started, "So… me and Gareth had a bet."

"Uhuh?" You tilted your head, smiling and ready for the grand reveal.

He bit back on his shameful grin, only slightly avoiding your eye contact as he continued, "we bickered some during our last hangout, he said I wouldn't be able to get a date, ever, I clapped back that it wouldn't be impossible, yadda yadda, he said if I got a date and could hold it for at least a week, he would buy me the new strings for my sweetheart," at last, he returned to your gaze, probing for your reaction.

"And… how do you plan to do that?" You asked hesitantly, unsure if your assumption was correct. His goofy grin was an enough of an answer for you even before he confirmed your doubts.

"Well, since you're one of the few people I can trust, I thought, hey, why not recruit you to help me with this conundrum?" He leaned a bit closer to you, enough to the point where you could smell his cheap deodorant, fighting with the everpresent stench of weed. His suggestion made you look like a deer in headlights, forcing you to take a second to process what he just said, until an uncomfortable laughter fell out of your lips.

"Really?" You asked, words involuntarily forming, just to cover the silence that threatened to invade your little conversation.

"Yeah, why?" His big brown eyes skimmed over your unsure expression, almost making him wish he had kept his mouth shut.

"I mean-" You stuttered, the painfully awkward chuckle still insistent to be let out, "That's- unexpected."

You physically felt as if your body had a full on system shutdown. The inability to speak cringed you even more than probably more than obvious red color on your face. Eddie couldn't be aware of your crush, could he? You made sure to keep it under wraps, fully masking the way his laughter made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

He tilted his head, still smiling, his hair briefly covering bits of his confident facade, "What? Scared of lil' ol' me? I swear I wouldn't be such a bad boyfriend. At least for a week."

Your mouth still hung wide open, torn between going along with his poor mockery of a rent-a-partner, and sparing yourself the heartbreak when it would inevitably end. Pushing yourself to stop the pathetic display, you tried to search for more solutions.

"Have you uh, already asked other people about it?" You haven't disagreed yet, but Eddie's expression turned into a small frown as soon as he heard the hesitation in your voice.

"What other people?" He scoffed, almost offended.

Taking a moment to think, the best you could manage was "…Steve?"

That made him bark out a laugh. "Steve?"

"What, you think you're too good for him?" You tried to joke to ease the rising tension in you.

"Don't make me laugh," Eddie suppressed his pathetic chuckle, "Steve would beat me up if I asked."

"He would not!" You retorted, an almost surprised expression on your face.

"I know, I know," he grinned back, amused at how quickly you shook your head, a hint of smile replacing the nervous furrow of your brows. "But I would rather date-" He stopped himself, figuring out the wording could probably scare you away even more, "I would rather pretend to date you than Steve."

"Please?" He prolonged the word with the emphasis in the middle, fluttering his lashes in an obviously exaggerated manner. "You could do that for me, right? I really do need those strings."

You didn't even register how close he got to you during his plea, feeling hot from the sudden intrusion on your personal space. Eddie probably didn't even notice, too caught up in trying to persuade you to take the deal. Right, the deal. It was all for that damn 5 gram. You tried your hardest not to chicken out and move a bit further away, instead settling on directing your eyes on a very uninteresting color of his walls.

Sighing, you felt the uncomfortable smile occupying your face, "This weed better make me see stars, Munson." You said as if it'd be the hardest task you'd have to go through, which technically wasn't far from the truth. Eddie was ecstatic after hearing your confirmation, his arms already open wide to pull you into a bear hug.

"You're the best, sweetheart." He beamed, not even knowing how taunting his use of a pet name was to you.

"Yeah, yeah, I know I am." You halfly reciprocated the friendly affection, patting his back your unobstructed hand, already witnessing the effects of your new situation. Thankfully he wouldn't be able to feel your sweaty palm through the fabric of his shirt. What have you gotten yourself into?

Not wanting the hug to be too long and overwhelming, Eddie backed off, leaving you to miss the feeling of his body against yours. You wanted to be hugged more. Specifically by him.

"Well, alright then, um, boyfriend," the word felt especially foreign and illegal on your tongue in regards to him, "guess I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, for sure," he grinned, entangling his hand into his messy locks and combing through them as a way to release some tension, "oh, don't forget this," he held you the weed bag, which you quickly grabbed out of his hands. You didn't wanna leave in a rush, but under the current circumstances, you felt excused enough to do so.

Getting up from the bed, you were about to take your leave, one foot already crossing the border outside, until you heard him call your name.

"Kiss goodbye?"

You halted your step, rapidly turning your head to meet his shit-eating grin, halfway done raising his hands in mock surrender. "Joking, joking." And this bastard had the audacity to laugh.

Rolling your eyes to hide the way his playful request made you feel, you decided to respond in a similar manner. By blowing him a kiss. He pretended to catch it in his hand, then pulling it close to his heart, showing how enamoured he was. You chuckled, checking if the weed was still in your pocket before leaving his trailer. Eddie looked through the window, seeing you take the first steps towards your house. On your way there, you couldn't stop the thoughts appearing in your mind, flowing freely as if a dam was forcefully broken, "why did I do that, why did I do that-"

- - -

Eddie took the time to mull over the situation that happened a few minutes ago. It went... alright. Could be worse. One thing seemed to be missing, though.

"Fuck. They forgot to pay me."

[hkevisvlsvso]

FINALLY, bothered to translate the Deon thing.

I kinda like the beginning, and the rest of it is shit except the last few chapters which are pretty nice, and the ending is shit again.

Yeah, I guess Leon and I are dating now. Or we didn't officially agree to anything, but I think if he kissed me, he also wants to date me. And it feels good. Hell no, it feels really weird to think that, but I really like the way Leon's hand feels in mine and his soft hair and his smug grin and the way his face feels between my hands and the way he says he hates me and his lips touching my lips and his arm around me and his.. okay let's just start.

I sit at my desk just staring out the window and thinking about everything possible (...okay, I'm thinking about Leon, but what about it?) when I hear the phone ring in the living room. I don't even know why, but I quickly get up from my chair almost knocking it over and run into the living room to answer the phone, only to see my dad raise the phone to his ear. Someone says something on the other end of the line. Father glances at me with a surprised look, and then asks:

"Who's there?"

I don't like the slightly suspicious tone of his voice, but soon he hands me the phone and says:

"It's for you, son."

I take the phone and raise it to my ear with a slightly confused smile. Nobody almost ever calls me.

Dad leaves the room, glancing at me once more over his shoulder.

"Hello?" I ask into the phone, and no matter how hard I try, I can't prevent a smile from appearing on my face when I hear Leon's voice.

"Deniz?" He asks, and for some reason his voice is more cautious than usual.

"Hi," I reply, and I can hear myself smiling in my voice. Leon laughs nervously.

"Hi."

A long silence, to fill which I decide to ask:

"Did you have something to say, or did you call just to hear my charming voice?"

I can almost feel Leon blushing on the other end of the phone. I smile with satisfaction.

"Shut up!!" his voice is very irritated. "I can end this call if i want and never call you again."

"Okay, what were going to say?" I ask before he actually hangs up. Another moment of silence, which ends when Leon says:

"So.. uh- I was thinking that.. if you wanted to go with me... somewhere, to do, uh, something?"

I laugh.

"So like.. a date?"

I ask, because I know my choice of words annoys Leon.

"NO!" he shouts. "Or, sort of.. yeah? Or nothing too official now or it'll be awkward. But, if you wanted to come?"

Leon is always self-confident and trusts that everyone either likes him or is so afraid of him that they don't dare to disobey him. That's why it's rare to hear his voice so cautious and probing, uncertain. "Yeah," I say.

"What 'yeah'?"

"I want to come. Really."

~~~

When I arrive behind the museum, where we agreed to meet, Kalle is already there. His bike lies on the ground beside him, and he staresfor some reason an empty wall in the museum. He has his back to me and hasn't noticed my arrival yet. I quietly get off my bike and sit next to him. He doesn't notice me. He looks pretty nervous. I grin.

"Nice wall, isn't it?"

Leon almost jumps in fright. I laugh as he turns to look at me. I laugh at him freaking out, his cutely messy hair, the fact that he called me, and the fact that I'm with him now. I'm just so happy.

Leon tries to hit me in the side, but I grab his wrist and pull him closer to me. He looks at me and I look at him. It's not as romantic as you might think, but if it was, it would just be awkward.

"Am I supposed to kiss you now?" Leom asks. I glance around, make sure no one is nearby. There isn't.

"Yeah," I say quietly. "You are."

Leon also glances quickly to both sides before he kisses.

~~~

At some point, we stop caring if people notice we're dating. We cycle around the city without figuring out where to go, we laugh and talk about everything as normal and at some point Leon grabs my hand without slowing down. Our fingers automatically find their way into each other's recess and Leon's hand in mine feels warm and comfortable. The wind blows in my ears and I squeeze Leon's hand, and we don't slow down. Only a couple of guys shout homophobic slurs at us, but that doesn't bother us that much. We grin at each other, and Leon shouts behind him "Same to you!".

I flip the bird to the shouters, and since both of my hands are no longer on the bike's handlebars, Leon of course turns his bike hard to the side and pulls me along. We fall on the asphalt and I fall on top of Leon. Leon looks at me angrily, as if it was my fault. I roll off of him. Leon stares at me pointedly, but I can see from his eyes that he's not really that angry. He is cute. I smile innocently, and Kalle pokes me in the chest.

"Look where are you going you fucking idiot," he snorts.

"Me?! I'm sorry, but you dragged me here! You could see that my hands had other things to do than hold the handlebars!!"

Leon pretends to be angry for a moment, but soon gives up and looks me in the eyes. I feel myself blushing. I'm not good at this. But on the other hand, Leon is neither, so maybe it doesn't hurt.

We drink a strawberry smoothie in a stereotypically romantic way from the same glass at an outdoor table of some stereotypically romantic little cafe. I demand to be able to pay it, it takes a long time to make Leon believe that I am the rich gentleman here. Everything would be perfectly stereotypically romantic if Leon didn't purposely blow smoothie drops on my face with him whistle and laugh evilly.

I like it. We are different from everyone else. We are not a stereotypical romance, far from it. I'm sure no one else's first absolutely-not-date would be like this, and that's why this is perfect. That's why I like this. That's why I like Leon. We're holding hands under the table, even though we know that if anyone here gave a fuck, they would have already shown signs of interest.

We decide to go to Cameleon. We sit on the edge of that ledge, below us opens the chasm into which none of us miraculously has ever fallen. I wonder how that would feel. Freedom. Air flow on the cheeks. Happy. Leon's hand in my hand.

Fortunately, there is other ways to experience all that than falling from fifty meters, after which you hit a rocky ground and never smile again. The setting sun stereotypically turns the sky orange above us, but it doesn't even matter, it's actually pretty good that way.

Leon is lying next to me, his legs dangling outside the plank floor over the chasm. He looks laid back and I fucking love him. I don't know if it's weird to think like that when you've only been dating someone for two days. I look at him for a moment, the sun glinting in his eyes. I fucking love him. I fall down to lie next to him and pull him closer to me, which is, compared to some things (all of which Leom is involved in), a little more uncomfortable than some other things because we are both lying down and I have to laboriously slide my hand under Leon to hug him, but still feels warm and comfortable. In some kind of gust of tenderness, I lay my head on Leon's chest. His soft hoodie and calm heaving of his chest soothes something in me that I didn't even know existed. Leon pats my head stiffly, but then relaxes.

"I fucking love you," I repeat my thoughts out loud, realizing it's the same phrase I whispered to him that night at the Junk yard when he left the Wilden Kerle, now it's just in the present. I smile at my own unintentional profundity. Leon laughs.

"Of course you do. Everyone does," he says.

I shake my head against him.

"Yep, of course"

The sun is setting and it's getting dark, I kiss Leon again, my fingers gently raise his chin, I want to give a princely image of myself. It fails, but it doesn't matter, because Leon already knows I'm not a some fucking fairytale prince. He tells me that's exactly why he likes me. He really wouldn't want any fucking fairy tale prince.

"But you want the son of the world's most famous soccer player?" I ask. I'm at least as rich as fairy tale princes usually are. I tell Leon that, as if he doesn't already know it.

"Yeah, but do you arrive at my place with millions of euros worth of jewelry straight from the golf course on your white horse? No, though you could very well do that. You play soccer in some old field, mountain bike through the woods and, well, sit in a tree house late at night with me. If you are wild, it doesn't matter how much money you own."

"Okay, wow".

I really am impressed. Leon's face is warm against my cold fingers and I love him, everything about him, and I love that he loves me too. Our lips touch, and every time it happens, I wake up from another dream to the beautiful reality, Leon's arms around me.

I take Leon home, I smile as we cycle side by side along deserted roads. We stop in front of his yard, I hug Leon, I kiss him, on his lips and many times on his cheek, until he tells me to stop, I laugh and he squeezes my hand so hard that it almost breaks, what if Marlon or their father saw us. I think they would react really well. Leon blinks towards the windows of his house, blushing.

"See you tomorrow too?" I ask. I can only make out Leon's outline in the dark.

"Of course," he says, smiling. "We have our football team, remember??."

I laugh because I had forgotten that. And then I start cycling home.

[berilynzoe]

He’s so fucking beautiful.

I really can’t stop thinking his rings, hands. He’s so… 🧡

[tonycries]

Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) - G.S.

Synopsis. In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, FWḂ! Gojo, slight Sukuna x reader, rough VERY jealous séx, Satoru goes feraI omg, unprotected, FWḂ-to-lovers, thígh riding, fíngering, creampíe, overstím, spítting, implied thréesome, he’s a bit mean and possessive, swearing.

Word count. 4.8k

A/N. Heheh, hoping y’all have a lovely week coming up <3

“-n’ there’s this really great café downtown with those cupcakes you like-”

“Toru.”

“-I’ll get ya some for that kick you need after a lecture with Yaga. Speaking of Yaga-”

“Toru-”

“-he’s the one in need of a kick. I swear, that man gave me a B on my presentation just because I caught him in the middle of his interpretive dance routine-”

“Satoru!”

At this, Satoru pauses in the middle of buckling up his jeans to throw a grave nod your way. “I know, right?” Promptly sauntering over to pick up his t-shirt from where it had been thrown onto your bedroom floor, “It gave me nightmares for a few days, too. Which is why we should go to that café tomorrow and then…”

You roll your eyes - partially out of frustration, partially out of necessity to rip your stare away from those sculpted shoulders on display. Decorated in angry, red scratches running down, down, down. Somehow, you manage to grit out, “Satoru I have a uh- date.”

And ah, was it a sight to behold - because, perhaps for the first time in the twenty-something years that Gojo Satoru has wreaked havoc on this planet, he’s stunned into silence. 

Still very groggy from sleep, still very sinfully shirtless standing at the foot of your bed. His kiss-bitten lips fall slack as you plow on, “And it’s just- I can’t make it tomorrow night because he invited me to his party.” 

Party? This was the first time you canceled one of your…appointments with your friend-with-benefits - and it was for some party? Satoru could do parties, too - much better ones than this loser, he’s sure. Ones that would actually warrant you bailing on him.

Shaking away the strange thoughts ringing in his mind, he spits, “Who?” Just about all he could get out now. 

Whoever he was - it was true about the parties. Why would you want to waste any time going to something like that when Satoru was the one known for them on campus. Him and Suku-

“It’s Sukuna.”

“Oh.”

---

It was stupid - it was ridiculous. And you don’t know why Sukuna ever agreed to this scheme, but here you were, glued to his side like his favorite lil’ plaything for the night. 

“What?” you shout for the nth time tonight, scooting closer on the couch. And you see his lips move, yet, to your frustration - despite being seated so flush against you - no sound comes out of them. 

Whatever they say about Sukuna and Satoru’s parties were true - and then some. Because right now, it was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, let alone whatever Sukuna was talking about. Heaving out a sigh, you get ready to give up and suggest joining the thrumming dance floor - before, a large, soft hand glides down to your waist. 

Fingers digging into the plush of your hips as Sukuna yanks you easily to plop down onto his waiting lap. Thighs strong and steady underneath yours, meeting your surprised gaze with his smug one, “This better?”

His hot breath fans the shell of your ear, sending traitorous shivers running along your spine - all the way down to where Sukuna was resting hand right above where your tight dress was hiking up. 

Involuntarily, you find yourself nodding along, “Y-yeah. Much better.”

“Good.”

Fuck, you could feel each and every rumble of his broad chest against yours as he continues the conversation like nothing happened. The faint tap! tap! tap! of Sukuna’s fingers drumming on your squirming hips to the beat of the pounding music. 

And it’s really hard to forget where you are, yet it hits you like a semi-truck - five of them, in fact - when his dark eyes widen at something over your shoulders. The steady beat of his fingers halting abruptly, “Oh?”

You knew what that look meant - knew who it meant. Because, really, there was only ever one person that could command as much attention in such a hazy, packed campus party.

Dipping your head, you hastily ask, “Is he looking over at us?”

To which Sukuna finally tears his gaze away, amusement and something else so dark swirling behind his gaze when he grabs the back of your throat. Whispering against the skin, “More than looking, pretty. Satoru’s planning my funeral and dancing on my grave already.” Moving up, voice dropping to a low, low whisper, “All according to plan, of course. N’ I think…” You jolt as he bites down on your earlobe, hard. “-that we should give him a lil’ show, hm?”

You bite back a soft moan, palms smoothing over Sukuna’s pecs to steady yourself. “And just what did you have in mind?”

“A little bit of this.” he grins, eyes flickering over behind you. “A little bit of that. And some of-” Sukuna chuckles at the way you’re so responsive underneath his touch, bucking when he gives your ass a tight squeeze. Tracing right up, up, up the middle of your spine, “-this.” Lips just inches away from yours now, close. “And you get him as a new boyfriend, and I get killed for taking what I can’t have.”

You feel something soft - fleeting. 

And then immediately Sukuna’s pulling away, those lips that were just barely one yours curling up into such a sly smirk, “Yo, Satoru.”

You stiffen at the name - and the burning hole being stared into your back right now - whipping your head around to be met face-to-face with a towering Satoru. Brows furrowed, biceps rippling when he crosses his arms, lips drawn tight as he hisses through his teeth, “Seems the two of you are having a lot of fun.”

Oh, were you thankful for Sukuna’s sharp mouth right about now. Because while you’re still sitting there with your mouth stupidly agape, he muses, “Mhm, a lot of fun.” Thumbing your face back towards him, “Isn’t that right, pretty?”

Fuck, those were fighting words, ones that had Satoru looming closer - practically sandwiching you between the two men.

“I’m sure she can speak for herself.” he snaps back, slender fingers circling your wrist. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“I dunno, Toru.” And, well, maybe you were an idiot. Maybe you were a mastermind, because you only bat your lashes up at Satoru so deceivingly innocently. “Kuna here-” relishing in the way he flinches at the nickname, “-was jus’ telling me how great of a boyfriend he’d be. Right?”

The other man nods, “Since this pretty lil’ thing is single, thought I might as well take a shot.”

“Please.” Satoru was pulling you closer against him now, irritated huffs prickling waves of goosebumps across your skin. Words venomous, “Some boyfriend he’d be. I’m sure he’d do nothing other than give you weak dick and bore you to death.”

Sukuna scoffs, “Right, because yours is so much better?”

“You really think you have what it takes to satisfy this lil’ minx?”

Both men were gritting their teeth, trapping you between them. People were starting to stare now - some even pulling their phones out to start recording in case of a fight. And before the argument could escalate until that point, you catch Sukuna’s eye. Cutting off whatever next retort was on the tip of his tongue with a short, subtle shake of your head. 

“Well then…” he instead purrs, grinning as if he was in on some inside joke between the two of you - on purpose, of course, just to watch Satoru’s eyes grow harder. “Guess if I’m ‘boring her to death’ then you-” Sukuna gives you a little push, nudging you towards Satoru’s chest. “-can teach her all about fun.”

Before you can react, two strong arms are looping your waist, helping you stand up - and pulling you clean off of Sukuna’s lap. 

You’re hit with Satoru’s expensive, heady cologne - and his chest against your back, rock-hard, chest thumping wildly. You blink up at that uncharacteristically clenched jaw, “Toru?”

Now, you’ve seen him moody, you’ve seen him irritated - but never to this extent. Positively fuming, teeth grit, jolting at the mere sound of your voice as if his whole body was hit with a wave of electricity. Like some hidden, primal part of himself was being poked so dangerously awake when you softly intertwine your fingers with his. All gentle against his almost bruising hold, you question, “Are you alri-”

You don’t get to finish the question, because all it takes is another slow, leering grin flashed at you from Sukuna before Satoru mutters, gravelly. “Excuse us, then. I must have a talk with my woman.”

Starting to walk in long, fast strides upstairs - with you all stumbling and trying to keep up behind him. 

Urgent. Dangerous.

“Extra room’s unlocked, you two!” you hear Sukuna call out after the both of you. And the last sight you see of him is when he mouths a silent “You’re welcome.”. One hand flashing you a thumbs up, the other adjusting the crotch of his pants. “Have fun.”

Satoru only clicks his tongue, moving very purposefully towards where Sukuna’s bedroom was instead.

“Woah- Toru, slow down.” you yelp, out of breath at his ruthless pace. But of course, since this is Satoru, he won’t have it any way other than stopping immediately in his tracks. Turning briefly around to you - only to wrap two arms around your waist, throwing you so easily over his shoulder like some ragdoll. Large palms tugging down the hem of your ass as he continues walking. “Y-you’re so-”

So what? Mean? Jealous? Playing right into your hands?

You don’t even know - nor do you really care, because Satoru finally reaches his destination.

“Fuck- here.” he spits.

Slam!

The door is flung open so hard it almost rattles off its hinges - and you aren’t faring any better. Because no sooner has Satoru stepped inside, he’s throwing you onto the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. 

The mattress dips as he slowly makes his way up to you, your legs quiver at how much he just looked like a man starved - eyes half-lidded and crazed, hair ruffled. Having finally found a full meal in years. Darkly eyeing down the way you’re splayed out like such a slut on the mattress, dress hiking up with each bounce at the sheer force of his throw. 

“So-” Satoru’s fingers reach out to lazily unbuckle the straps of your heels. Lingering much more than necessary. “-got anything to say?”

You bite your lower lip, holding back a delighted grin while his hands dance up your thigh to fiddle with that garter you knew he’d love. Slow. Agonizingly slow. Cocking your head in faux-confusion, “Hmm, like what?”

“Oh I dunno.” Satoru muses, saccharine sweet. And oh you could tell by his tone that he didn’t like that - didn’t want to like it. Running his fingers feather-light all the way down your legs to fling that useless garter onto the floor. “How about a ‘oh I’m so sorry, Toru, for bailing on you and acting like such a slut with the biggest asshole on campus jus’ to rile you up.’” 

You bristle at his mockingly high tone, oh yeah, your plan worked - hell, maybe too well. 

Teeth clenched, you hiss, “Well what are you gonna do about it, Toru?” Jutting your chin in defiance, “You’re not even my boyfriend. Maybe he jus’ fucks me better than you.”

“Say that again.”

Fuck, it takes you a second to even recognise his voice as your familiar friend-with-benefits. So jagged and raw. 

And yet, you’re still running your mouth - so close to his. Too close. “Maybe he jus’ fucks me be-”

Now, usually you were the one that’d shut up Satoru mid-sentence - this time, however, he’s the one crashing his lips against yours. Swallowing the rest of that sentence in such a messy clash of teeth, and spit, and desperation. 

Pulling ever-so-slightly on your glossy lower lip with his teeth, “Say it again, sweetheart.”

Oh, you knew you shouldn’t. Not one bit. But you do it anyway, letting out a muffled, “He f-”

And again. And again and again and-

Each and every time Satoru’s kissing away your mean little words, a large hang coming up around your throat to thumb apart your lips further. “Open.” he hisses against your mouth, so angry. 

It’s as if on autopilot when you do, bruised lips sagging open. Leaving the perfect lil’ opening for Satoru to spit onto your lolling tongue, once. Twice. Thrice. Until your bleary eyes are snapping open, whining against Satoru’s iron-hold fist when you pathetically try to pull away in embarrassment.

Because shit, let it be known that Gojo Satoru has perfect aim - except for when it comes to you. Letting the steady strip of spit splatter against the side of your mouth, gliding his thumb to smear it all over your lips.

“How cute.” Satoru coos, eyes hooded. He gives your pouty mouth a final, chaste peck, sucking softly on your bottom lip. Chuckling, “Makin’ me almost forget you were locking lips with some other bitch earlier.”

And Satoru has the audacity to laugh - laugh - hoarse, and humorless at the way your jaw drops open in disbelief. Humming into your throat, “Yer right, though, m’not your boyfriend.” He leaves little bite marks down your racing pulse, your collarbone, your tits spilling out of your sinful dress. Eyes just devouring you through his long lashes, “But that doesn’t make you any less mine.”

Sitting back on the mattress, all it takes him is a simple tug on your hips to seat you so prettily on his lap. Your legs trembling around his thick thighs, gasping at the feeling of something so rock-hard right under your clothed pussy. 

“Since ya like riding thighs so much, sweetheart-” Bunching your dress up at your hips, gripping your waist - tight. “-let’s see how you like mine.”

“What- oh ngh- fuck-” you’re gasping when he just starts dragging your sloppy hips down his thigh. Long, harsh movements that don’t even ease you into it. 

“Shit.” Satoru groans at the feeling of your cunt drooling, seeping into his skin already. He’s angling his head to spy on the heavenly view - hooking a finger around your drenched panties. “This damn thing is-” Pulling - tearing. “-in the way.”

You’re gasping when Satoru pulls back to look at you with a content grin, dangling the flimsy fabric around his finger like a badge of honor. “You’re- ngh- buying me a new one.”

“Oh, anything for you.” he’s grazing his teeth along your earlobe, fingers finding their way back on your hips to grind them on his thigh, back and forth. Up and down up and down up and- “Or is that what you wanted me to say?”

And shit Satoru is so mean with the way he gives your ass a sharp smack! Pulling your whiny face closer, grinning sternly against your lips. “Why don’t you ask that new boytoy of yours to buy you some, huh?” 

“B-but-”

“B-b-but-” he mocks, bouncing his knees up and down to get you to slide your cunt down his long thighs faster. Puffy folds spreading so shamefully open - so shamefully good. “You were so happy being such a slut for him before, right?” Just goading on your poor self to huff and puff in a way that made his cock twitch wildly. “So why are you here? With me?”

You’re stubbornly keeping your lips sealed shut to keep yourself from crying out - and oh, Satoru didn’t like that. Almost as much as he didn’t like seeing you giving those beautiful heart-eyes at some other bastard.

“Oh? Playing shy now?” Smack! “What happened to the slut from earlier, huh?” Bouncing his knee faster. The pads of his long fingers sting into your skin, sure to leave bruises for him to admire later - and for some people to take note of. Pulling - drawing your cunt to hump him like a bitch in heat. “Tha’s alright, pretty. I get it.” 

And Satoru - mean, mean Satoru - waits until your features soften in relief, almost letting out a sigh - before dipping a hand down to brush a thumb at your pretty clit. Hard. “Guess I’ll jus’ have to bring her out.”

“Oh- fuck fuck fuck-” you mewl, nails digging into Satoru’s shoulders when he starts to draw frenzied, methodical little circles on your throbbing clit. “S’too- good- oh my god-”

“‘Toru’ works jus’ fine, sweetheart.” 

But oh for how confident Satoru was talking you into insanity, he can’t help but gape in wonder down below him, awe-struck with how sloppy you were. He could see you sweet sweet juices trailing down his palm, that glossy sheen on his thigh. “You’re so dripping wet, pretty. Who’re you this wet for? Me or-” Satoru’s free hand comes up to squish your cheeks together into an embarrassing pout, turning your head to the adjacent wall, where Sukuna had a framed photograph of himself - because of course he did. “-him?”

Fuck, Satoru can’t even be mad at the way he feels your cunt clench in surprise - because the feeling is so heavenly. His pretty girl, getting off on just his thigh.

Hips stuttering as you move faster - sloppier. So, so filthily all the way from around his knee just till where you could feel the curve of his massive erection. 

He doesn’t even have to move your hips for you anymore - you’re moving as if on instinct at this point. And it makes him smirk, “Heh, such a slutty lil’ thing aren’t ya? Gettin’ off on my thigh?” Feeling you push your hips down hard - so hard. Pelvis desperately trying to hit all your sweet spots, “N’ who’s thigh are you riding right now?”

It’s all you can do to manage out a whimpering “Y-you.”

But, of course, that wasn’t enough. And Satoru’s only quirking his fingers just enough on your clit to make you cry out loud. “Yeah tha’s more like it. Louder now - who’s thigh are you riding right now?”

“You-”

“N’ who got you this fucking wet?”

You cry out when Satoru angles his leg up ever-so-slightly to watch gravity slide you faster down his thigh. Clit catching so fucking obscenely along the fabric of his pants. Ruthless.

“F-fuck you, Toru!”

“Mhmmm, thought so.” His hot tongue darts out to catch those big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks at the unforgiving stimulation. Muscled thighs burning lightly now - faster -  fingers so erratic. Only getting even more so. “Cuz you’re mine aren’t ya?”

You cum so hard - violent, even - that you don’t realize when you are. Just that you’re letting out a broken sob of Satoru’s name while he toys so relentlessly with your clit through your high.

Flashes of white in your vision, your heartbeat in your ears. So good that you’re almost tearing apart his button-up to shreds, hips jerky and sensitive as you your sloppy cunt gushes all over Satoru’s thigh. And, fuck, you’ve never felt so much like such a slut than when you look down to catch the glossy coating all over it. 

One that Satoru swipes thumb at - pooling the syrupy slick on his fingerpad before bringing up to his pretty pink lips and-

Pop! 

“Mmm.” He groans, muffled. “Fuck, you’re so sweet - could taste you forever.” Eyes rolling to the back of his head at your addictive taste, “Almost makes me forget that you didn’t answer my last question.”

And you don’t know what you’re reeling more from - the way that Satoru throws you around so easily, pushing you back until you’re splayed out against the plush mattress, shaky legs on his shoulders, arms around his neck. Or from the realization that shit, you’d been too busy losing your absolute sanity to answer his question. 

“I- I didn’t hear.” you make up an excuse, heels digging into the muscles of Satoru’s shoulders now. “I’m yours, Tor-”

“Now now, don’t try that with me, sweetheart.” Satoru cuts off your flurry of apologies, kissing softly at the ankle beside his neck while he pulls off your dress and bra. You didn’t need those, anyway. “Guess I just hafta prove it to ya, right?”

And fuck was he well and fully intent on proving it to you. Because the words are barely out of his mouth before he’s peeling down his drenched pants - and those unnecessary boxers right along with it, too. 

Satoru hisses when his painfully hard erection smacks against those toned abs, smearing precum in a small, filthy little pool. So so angry with the need to be inside your tight pussy - to prove to you from the inside out that you were his. 

“Ya like what you see?” he notices your fixed stare at his cock. Greedily following the precum beading at his fat, red head, making its way between Satoru’s prominent veins. To those tufts of white way down, down, down- “Hey there.” You’re startled out of your little reverie by two wet fingers being snapped in your face, “As flattered as I am, this is actually my favorite part.”

And fuck you could see why it was.

Because it felt so sinful to watch with bated breath at the way Satoru fists his swollen cock, gliding his weeping tip between your swollen folds. Letting your pretty pussy slobber all over him. Up and down. Again. And again. Teasing. 

“P-please, Toru-” you whine around the fifth time he’s “accidentally” nudging at your poor clit. Hips bucking up in need for more more more- “Enough teasing, jus’ wan’ you ngh- inside me.”

To Satoru, no sweeter words have been spoken. But he still manages to curl his lips into a leering smirk at your fucked-out, needy self. “Funny. Coming from someone who shit- pretty, you’re pussy’s trynna suck me up - who couldn’t wait to bail on me tonight for some other hah- jerk.” He presses his thick tip down on your clit, on purpose. “Would’ve fucked you ngh- real nicely, tonight, y’know? What a shame.” 

You can only watch when he draws his hips back, lining up right with your sloppy hole. “What a shame m’gonna ah- fuck you like the slut you are right now.”

It’s all that’s said before he’s pushing in - to your snug cunt, to your fucking lungs it felt like. 

“Oh- oh fuck, Toru-” you keen, back arching off the bed at the stretch. Satoru’s girth was rubbing up against your gummy walls and stretching them out so good. All the way until all you could feel was the rapid thump! thump! thump! of his throbbing cock pushing between your legs. “God, s’too big-”

“No no no, you don’t get to say that.” Satoru spits into your open mouth, hips jutting forward like some animal in short, shallow grinds to bully himself deeper. “You don’t get to fuck- ngh- act all coy when you brought this upon yourself.” His words come out faster - more slurred. Falling out faster and faster as his hips do, “Not when you decided t-to act like a lil’ slut hah- n’ guess what?”

Whether it was a rhetorical question or not - you weren’t sure. All you know is that you’re mewling up tearily at such a feral Satoru, “W-what?”

To which he only smiles against your lips, hips suddenly going still. Dangerously still. “N’ that means m’gonna fuck you like one.”

Before you can even react, he’s pushing in all in one go. Fuck, it never got easier even after so long. 

“Oh- fuck I can’t take it- all-” you cry helplessly as he keeps pushing past that first ring of resistance. The curve of his cock massaging all those hidden sweet spots inside while he keeps splitting you apart deeper and deeper - not daring to even slow down. Not until Satoru’s well satisfied with the kiss of your bruised cervix against his thick head ,heavy balls smacking against your marked-up ass. 

“See? Knew you could take it, you always do.”

And then he’s moving - not with the slow, persistent determination from before, no. Satoru was so animalistic, bouncing you unapologetically on the mattress. 

Hands keeping your hips still to let him ram his entire cock inside your tight pussy. Over and over and-

“Still don’t think you’re not- fuck- mine, sweetheart?” Satoru runs a hand through his hair to see you better, to drink in the sight of your puffy folds bulging around his cock. Struggling to take in each mean thrust, “Because this seems ngh- reeeeal convincing that you are.”

You scrunch your brows in a pathetic plea, “I-I am yours, Toru- ngh-”

But he only brings his ear closer, “What was th-that? Didn’t hah- hear you-” Hands pushing apart your legs until they burned at the stretch. Until you were so shamefully on display for him, “You hah- need more convincing? Oh, I see.”

“I don’t! Oh- T-ngh”

It’s all you can do to let out teary, broken moans when Satoru rolls his hips harder. So carefully practiced with the way he locates your sweet spot easily. 

“Yeah? You hah- like that?” he groans, words punctuated by a deep, harsh thrust. All hitting the bulls-eye each and every time. “Like me f-fuckin’ you like you’re mine?”

At this point, you’re scrambling at the damp sheets, the headrest, Satoru’s shoulders - just anything and everything to hold onto whatever’s left of your sanity - which seemed to be slipping away with each press of Satoru’s head against your g-spot. 

But it still wasn’t enough.

Languidly, he brings a hand over to pinch your ravaged clit between two fingers. Having you whine so prettily with each roll of his fingertips. “Answer the question, pretty.”

“Yes!” you gasp, feet kicking at the sheer overstimulation. “I love it- ngh shit shit shit- I love it, Toru- love it so much.”

Shit, you might’ve just broken him.

Because while you may have thought that this answer would calm your Satoru down a bit - it only made him snap. Eyes widening, hips stuttering, swollen lips falling into such a fucked-out oh! - he looked like an absolute wreck.

Letting out a low, throaty groan of, “Oh fuck, you’re gonna be the ngh- death of me.” With this, he’s pressing his sweaty forehead onto yours, breaths coming out in feverish little puffs that match his merciless cadence. “Wish they could fuck- see you like this.” Ramming inside you harder - meaner. Giving your clit a light smack! before he starts playing with it once more. “I’d ah- fuck you in front of all those losers that think they have a chance just to show off how good you are f’me. Because you’re fuck fuck fuck- my good girl, right?”

You nod as much as you can, head just spinning with each brush of Satoru’s dick against your sensitive spots. Fingers twirling at your clit just as dizzyingly. Letting your slick glisten all over his wrist - his painfully squeezing balls - all the way up to his abs with how hard he was fucking into your tight pussy.

The both of you were getting so sloppy now. No care or concern for the party still raging on outside, not when your gummy walls were sucking up Satoru’s aching cock like that. 

“No one ngh- can fuck you like this.” Satoru sucks on your lower lip. Ragged, like it pained him to keep talking, but he couldn’t stop anyway. “No one.” Milking you harder and harder like he was high off your sweet moans. More desperate - depraved. “Cuz m’yours.”

And he repeats that - into your lips, into your forehead, down your neck - over and over while you cum so fucking hard all on his swollen cock. Plushy walls squeezing so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck you through your high.

Ripping out strangled, raspy groans with each clench of your slutty cunt, “N’ you’re mine.” You think your vision gets hazy through your climax, and the only thing you can hear are those obscene squelches and Satoru’s voice. Like a mantra, “You’re mine- you’re mine you’re mine you’re mine- fuck you’re mine.”

Not straying too far behind, Satoru cums and he thinks he sees the pearly gates of heaven - with you, such an angel. 

So sweetly whining into his ear when he’s painting your walls white, pumping rope after rope of thick, hot cum into your awaiting pussy.

Blinking back his vision only to eye the way it overspills, dribbling down your slit with each harsh ram of his hips. 

“Wan’ go again-” Satoru groans. Only fucking his seed deeper and deeper and oh- he didn’t want to stop. Didn’t think he could stop with the way you were bringing out each and every single last drop like it was delicious. “F-fuck I needa go again. Swee-”

SLAM!

“Woah, seems the two of you are having a looota fun.”

Still not pulling out, both you and Satoru scramble to cover yourselves up with Sukuna’s now-soaked sheets. Well, mainly cover you up, for Satoru had no shame in staring the other man down. Scoffing out, “The fuck are you fuck- don’ squeeze me so hard, pretty- the fuck are you here for?”

“It’s my room, n’ I had a feeling you’d be here.” Sukuna lets the door shut so agonizingly slow, flashing the two of you a lazy, devilish grin. “Besides - this is my date, after all.”

A/N. Plagiarism of work not authorized.

[homeofthelonelywriter]

“That’s it. I’m done.” Simon, who had been laser-focused on his phone - he might or might’ve not been looking at engagement rings online - glanced up, frowning as he watched you walk to the kitchen. Your back was turned to him so that he couldn’t see your facial expression, but your tone suggested you weren’t happy. He quickly stood up and followed you to the kitchen, where he watched you turn on the kettle.

“What is it, love?” You didn’t turn to look at him, instead furiously searching the cabinets before trudging back to the bathroom, where you had just come from. “I’m sick of it, Si. I’m gonna go to the doctor and have them rip the whole thing out.” Realization dawned on the soldier. It was time again.

Confused, he pulled up the menstruation app on his phone and checked on your cycle. You were a few days early this month, which explained why he hadn’t received a notification yet. With a deep sigh, he followed you, finding you in the bathroom, once again searching through cabinets. Without a word, he opened one you hadn’t looked into yet and pulled out the fuzzy hot water bottle you were looking for. You turned to look at him, tears in the corner of your eyes, and your lips jutted out in a pout.

“I know, love. Come, let me help, yeah?” You nodded, holding up your arms, until he picked you up. Without even as much as a grunt, he lifted you into his arms, carrying your bridal style to your bedroom, where he laid you down and tucked you in. “I’ll be right back, darling.” After pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, he disappeared out the door and rushed down to the kitchen, where he prepared your hot water bottle just the way you liked. He also grabbed a mug and made you your favorite tea, knowing that the warmth would help with your cramps.

Before leaving, he grabbed your favorite snacks and a soft blanket from the living room. Then he made his way back to you. In the bedroom, you were curled up on one side, cradling your cramping stomach. After setting the tea down on your nightstand, Simon gently made you uncurl and pressed the hot water bottle against your abdomen, over a blanket, where he knew the cramps always were. “There you go, love.” The snacks were dropped beside the bed as he wrapped the extra blanket around you. “I’ll just grab some more stuff, and then we can spend the day here, cuddling, okay?” You nodded, still pouting and slightly wincing when another cramp hit.

Simon hated seeing you like this, so he rushed around the house, grabbing something cold to drink, pain meds, and anything else you liked to have nearby when you were hurting before returning to the bedroom and jumping into bed. The moment he had crawled underneath the blanket, you latched onto him, your very own heater, and he wrapped his arm around you, holding the TV remote with his free hand. Already knowing all your comfort movies and series, he put one of them on, before relaxing and pulling you closer.

A comfortable silence fell over you two as you watched whatever was playing on TV, Simon’s fingers absentmindedly massaging your stomach, trying to ease the cramps, when an idea came to you. Suddenly, heat started to pool between your legs as you glanced up at your boyfriend. “Si?” He grunted in response, surprisingly focused on the TV. “Si?” You repeated yourself, this time capturing his attention. He was already halfway out the bed, thinking that you’d ask him to get you something, but you pulled him back. “Give me a baby, Si.” He stared at you, all wide-eyed and confused for a second before he pounced on you. Let’s just say it didn’t take you long to get your wish.

Part 2

A/N: Definitely not projecting. Definitely not writhing in pain rn.

[simonz-angel]

shower time w/ simon n his pretty lil roommate

water beats down at his shoulders, scorching drops pelting down the arch of his arms, down the rippling muscles of his chest. soap lingers on his skin as his hand words quick strokes over his cock, head falling back to let water run through his hair and over his flushed face.

on the other side of the shower curtain there you are, he can barely see the silhouette of your body, can barely make out the soft of your voice. but fuckkkk the mere outline of your plush curves had him in some fuckin trance.

“ugh, i still don’t understand why they couldn’t just come over and watch a movie with us.” you’re speaking of your friends, painting your lips in a cherry, explosive red as you get ready to go out to the bar together. but simon couldn’t focus on anything except the emphasis of us. good god.

he presses his free hand to the striking cold shower tiles, lip stung between his teeth as he chokes back his guttural noises. his stomach rising, flexing and pulling back suddenly taut against his organs, breath ragged.

“si?” you chirp, and he can hear the click of your heels at the edge of the curtain. he can see the slightly sliver of your soft, thick legs. fuck fuck fuck. “would you tell me if i look good in this.”

and he abides, folding his back to the shower wall, hips reeled forward to keep working his hand. and when the beads of water strike his cock, he’s in shambles, jaw dropping and eyes rolling, barely concealing his reaction when his neck rolls and his head hits the cool tile.

his eyes scan you, your sweet dress cuts down into your breasts, accentuating em in a way that they spill into his face. it cuts into the plush of your waist, silhouetting your figure sweetly. and when his eyes drop to your legs, his cock spurts.

“so?” you giggle, giving him a lil spin, before you’re popping a hip in question. “how do i look?”

and simon chuckles to himself, pulling his lip between his teeth to hide the whimper that works itself up his goddamn throat.

“y-you look beautiful, babe.” he chokes slightly, desperate to lick the tang of your red lip off, to have it ringed round the base of him. n his head rolls back, low eyes looking down your dress as he mumbles, “one more spin for me?”

[greengoblinswifey]

Introducing—bimbo!nanny!reader

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. You were a total bimbo, through and through. Obsessed with all things pink, leopard print, Victoria’s Secret and rhinestones, just to name a few, you embodied early 2000s glamour. Your nails were always long and acrylic, your hair always styled to perfection, and your outfits? Always tiny, always tight, and always revealing just enough to make people stare.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. Nicholas Chavez and his wife Victoria were looking for a nanny—someone responsible, experienced, and reliable to care for their two young children, Alexander who was 4 and Madison, 3, while their acting schedules grew more demanding. You weren’t exactly what Victoria had in mind, but Nicholas? He thought you were perfect.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. Your dad had sent you the job listing, urging you to try something new—and more importantly, to make some extra cash to fund your shopping addiction. “Just in case you finally suck me dry,” he had joked, handing you the ad. So, you figured, why not?

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. At the interview, Nicholas couldn't keep his eyes off you. You had shown up in a cropped pink Juicy Couture tracksuit, your glossy lips pursed as you answered every question flawlessly. Despite your bubbly, seemingly airheaded persona, you were well educated, experienced, and more than capable. But Victoria had hesitated. “Are we sure she's the right fit?” she had asked Nicholas once you left. “She's perfect,” Nicholas had said without hesitation.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. For the first few weeks, both Nicholas and Victoria stayed close, observing how you handled the children. To their surprise, you were incredible with them. You played with them for hours, read them bedtime stories in dramatic voices, sang their favorite songs, and even let Madison dress up in your clothes and heels.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. Alexander was obsessed with you, almost as much as his father was. He clung to your side, mimicking your gestures, even staring at you with the same dreamy look Nicholas sometimes had when he thought no one was watching.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. Victoria, however, wasn’t blind. The first time she caught you gawking at Nicholas—jaw slack, eyes wide, practically drooling—she had snapped, “Nicholas, put on a shirt.” He had smirked but obeyed, tossing on a t-shirt like it was no big deal.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. But when she wasn’t home? Nicholas walked around freely—shirtless, towel hanging low on his hips showing his V line after a shower, muscles still damp, chest defined despite being in his early 40s. You had nearly dropped Madison’s juice box one morning when he sauntered into the kitchen like that.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. “Oh my god,” you whispered, biting your glossy lip. He chuckled, leaning against the counter. “Something wrong?”

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. “Nuh-uh,” you said, twirling a strand of hair. “Just, like—wow.”

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. Nicholas was absolutely whipped. He couldn’t stop staring at you—at the way your little tops always had your bra peeking out, at the way your crop tops rode up to expose your belly button ring, and the tramp stamp paired with your Victoria Secret thongs that occasionally flashed when you bent over.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. You were flirty, playful, always giggling and touching his arm when you talked. “Mr. Chavez, you’re sooo strong,” you gushed once, pressing a manicured hand against his bicep. He swallowed hard, flexing slightly under your touch. “You think so?”

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. “Mhmm,” you nodded, lips pursed. “Like, if I ever fainted, would you catch me?”

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. “I’d make sure you never hit the ground,” he said, voice low.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. Victoria didn’t like how much time Nicholas spent around you. She wasn’t outright rude, but she was, watching. And you knew it.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. But Nicholas? He didn’t even try to hide how much he enjoyed your presence. He lingered in the kitchen longer than necessary when you were making breakfast. He always made sure to say goodnight when you put the kids to bed. And sometimes—just sometimes—when you walked past him in your skimpy outfits, he let his gaze linger just a second too long.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. You were naturally flirty, and Nicholas never stood a chance. Whether it was handing him a jar of jam and cooing about how big and strong he was when he opened it or lounging by the pool in your tiny pink bikini and asking him to rub sunscreen on your back, you always knew how to push his buttons. He tried to keep his cool, but you saw the way his jaw clenched, the way his hands flexed, the way his eyes always lingered just a second too long.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. The way he looked at you wasn’t subtle. You caught him staring all the time. When you bent over to pick up Madison, when you stretched in the mornings and your playboy bunny belly ring glinted under the light, when you sat on the couch, twirling your hair and licking frosting off your fingers after baking with the kids. Once, you called him out on it. “You’re always staring, Mr. Chavez,” you giggled. His ears turned red, and he muttered something under his breath before leaving the room.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. You never expected to get photographed with him, but you didn’t mind. Nicholas had taken you and the kids for ice cream, and suddenly, cameras were everywhere. “Nicholas! Who’s the girl?” one asked. “New nanny or new girlfriend?” You just giggled, wrapping your arms around his. “Oh my gosh, Mr. Chavez! Are we dating? Why didn’t you tell me?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. He did get in trouble. Victoria was pissed when she saw the pictures, and the tension in the house was thick. Later that night, you found Nicholas in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a glass of whiskey in hand. You licked whipped cream off your spoon, hopping onto the counter beside him. “Are you mad at me?” you pouted. He exhaled. “No, just—this is complicated.” Your silk pajama shorts rode up as you swung your legs. “Mmhmm. But complicated can be fun.” He looked at you for a long moment—then suddenly, he was there, standing between your legs, hands gripping your waist.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. You had shared a slow kiss, hesitant. But when you sighed against his lips, pulling him closer, he groaned and deepened it. His hands roamed, fingers brushing your exposed skin. You tasted like sugar, smelled like vanilla and flowers, and Nicholas couldn’t get enough. When you finally pulled away, breathless, you licked your lips, smirking. “Wow. You’re really good at that.” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. “This is bad.” You kissed his jaw, giggling. “Mmhmm. And you love it.”

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. You had always been into older men, and Nicholas was no exception. The way they carried themselves. The way they spoke. The way they looked at you—like they actually saw you. Boys your age were boring. Nicholas was not. And now, with his hands still lingering on your waist, his lips still tingling from yours, you knew one thing for sure.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. You wanted more.

ೃ࿔*𓍢ִ໋✧˚. And so did he.

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿

a/n— I hope this introduction was good, send me requests for nicholas x bimbo!nanny!reader🩷

tags: @blackynsupremacy @hoffmansgirl @nicholaschavezslut69

[screampied]

FAKIN’ IT FOR YOU ?! ☆

gojo, sukuna, nanami, toji, choso. faking an orgasm n how they react

cw. fem! reader, unprotected, faking órgasms, praise, filthy dirty talk, orgasm denial, first time squirt (choso), öral (f! receiving), nipple play, impact play, manhandling, req by anon, mdni. total wc 3.7k

★ TOJI FUSHIGURO

“what the fuck was that?”

he wouldn’t even care he was balls deep—you can’t even try to fake an orgasm with toji because he’ll immediately know. toji knows every inch of your body—he studies it like one would study for an exam, every particular nerve, he knows how to hit it until you break. yet, the moment you decide to fake your release, all hell breaks loose. you’d be on all fours as he stops his churlish hits against you, a hand of his gathers a firm amount of your hair before he tightly yokes it back. sweetly, you play coy and moan, “what was what?”

“let’s not,” toji grumbles, and he’s annoyed. you can hear the extra grit linger underneath his tone as he speaks. ravened eyebrows of his curve into a frustrated furrow before he pulls out. it was so abrupt, you whine before he gives your ass a rude spank, darting his eyes away with an eye roll. “oh, please, girl. was that a fake moan too?”

“it wasn’t f-fake,” you protest, and you’re suddenly quiet from the way he rubs his fatten swollen tip against your soddened entrance. toji could read you like a book though—you weren’t bullshitting anyone. you was so close but instead, you decided to be a bit more of a brat, kind of desperate to see toji’s reaction.

all toji does is pull out. you whine, the friction titillating against every number of nerves hidden within your body before he spanks your ass again. “faking an orgasm for me, girl bye.” and as he speaks, you could hear his sheer vexation. toji brings your hips up to him, having your face laid down against the woolly mattress before he wraps a hand around his shaft. giving it a few pumps, he starts to slap his tip against your entrance. “got some balls, girl. i’ll give ya that.”

“w- why’d you pull out?” you whimper, making a cute attempt at grinding your rear against him. toji snickers, drubbing his plump cockhead against your slit, pushing it in—only to pull it right back out. the dewy squashes your pussy makes only rings against your ears further. all you feel is pure static, you’re panting, chest heaving, everything and above.

with a secure grip against a nice chunk of your hair, toji groans. “b- because i fuckin’ cannn,” he mocks your faltering stutter, a palm of his bedaubing against your folds before spanking it silly. “ooh,” he purrs, watching your thighs shimmy upon impact. you bite your lip, trying to rut yourself further against him and he only resumes to rub his rounded fat tip between your slit. desperately, you try to swallow him whole but before you could even attempt — toji pulls it back out, slapping his hefty cock onto your pussy again and again. “got some nerve faking an orgasm with me when y’er this soaked already.”

“f-fuck,” a mewl dies out your throat as you feel him continue to smear his rotund cockhead all over your most sensitive parts. with your back hunched over, pretty thighs parted, you let off a bratty giggle. huffing out a sweet sigh, you hum, “it’s just … you’re getting a bit old, toji. didn’t wanna be mean.”

toji’s left eye twitches. as he ghosts a few fingers against your cunt — he slowly inserts two thick fingers inside of your lewd opening before pulling his digits back out. “old, huh?” and he flips you over to look straight at him. sable hairs of his run down his brows before he slyly smiles. a gasp wretches out from your throat before he shoves both of your knees up to your chest, realigning himself. with a husky grunt, he snarls. “don’t play with me. old or not i’ll still break this bed, whore.”

“d- do it then.” you almost simper but he cups a hand over your face.

“tch, such a mouth on ya. ain’t nothin’ a few orgasms won’t fix,” and you moan once he starts to finally make his way inside of you. the girth of toji thickens and dilates throughout your walls and you feel his grip tighten against your knees. as the bed starts to creak in harmony again, he darkly cackles, hot breath aerating against your neck. “oh, and just a heads up baby. when i break this bed, ‘s coming out of your pocket to replace it. ‘ppreciate it.”

★ CHOSO KAMO

“h-huh,” he’d stammer in short briskly breaths. choso doesn’t realize you fake it until he actually realizes something wasn’t right. with him being propped up between your plush thighs, he gently gnaws against your chin, panting heavily. “baby, did you just fake your orgasm?”

you only give him a sheepish grin and choso pouts, he leans in to kiss your pout, soft sweet kisses gluing against your chin before he whines. “that… wasn’t nice,” and he buries his face into his neck. choso’s only teasing—but in the case that you do fake an orgasm with him, he’s more than determined to make you cum at least ten times harder. choso would have you laying flat on your back, gradually easing himself back into your sopping accepting walls before he whines. “oh f-fuck,” he’d gasp, feeling you immediately engulf around his length. he’s throbbing into you, various veins that run down his shaft pulse inside of you. your legs immensely snake around his waist before he starts to deeply drill into you.

choso’s pace is different this time — it’s much more frantic, he’s still whimpering praises into your ear as he’s plummeting his dick within your gummy clingy walls. “mhm, just like that baby. s-so good,” you’d mewl out, his hips continuing to drive into you at a full smacking speed. it’s addictive, the way his sharp hips rotate against you—you feel your tongue hang out before he leans in to suck on it.

you’ve always tasted so sweet, choso’s moans only grow louder as he starts to tap against that same spot buried inside of your cunt. he knows your moans are for real this time because of your body language—how you cling onto him tightly with your giddy arms and legs, biting down onto his right shoulder in pure pleasure. “fuck, fuck right there baby. that’s it, that spot, pleaseee.”

choso could have came alone from your melodic words of encouragement. you’re all stupefied with your eyes crossed, warm hot bodies clashing against each other in sync. he whimpers, feeling his thighs ache near the undersides before his hefty cock reaches yet another deep spot. your legs were steadfastly wrapped around his torso, making sure he’d never leave. “come on baby, give me one, please. gimme a real one,” and he licks a long stripe up your neck. “give it to me, make a mess on m-me so i can clean you right up.”

as you’re positioned in a sprawled way, choso’s hands roam towards your neglected bouncing tits. his head lowers down to suck against them as his hips go slow. a growing pool of heat resides near your lower abdomen as his delicious inches drill in and out of you. “f-fuck, ‘cho. ‘s coming, feel w-wet.”

“let go on me, please,” he purrs, his tongue licking against your sensitive nipples. after a while, he csnt help but start to suck against your precious mounds, moaning as you cup his face to look at you. choso grinds against you, verbosely slowing himself down before you let off a real shriek. as the coarse smacks against each body pitched louder and loduer, you feel yourself zealously jolt forward before you feel a sudden sensation gush out of you. the velocity of it all was soaking — you’re panting, chest heaving as you try to recollect breaths before you feel yourself spouting out more onto your boyfriend. choso pauses, his pink dampened lips quavering as he leans in to give you a sloppy kiss on your mouth. “baby,” his eyelids lowers, and he’s puffing for air right with you. a hand of his trails down between your thighs, lifting up your legs before he moans. “did you just squirt on me…?”

feeling a drenching pool of saliva coat into your mouth, you whine out a timid, “y- yes.”

giving you a hungry gaze, his dick twitches inside of you before he pulls out to watch the remnants of your own slick spill out. “o- oh wow,” he gawks at the filthy scenery right before his eyes. in a gruff voice, choso bites his lip, leaning down to press a final delicate kiss against your pussy. “mwah,” his warm lips ghost against your now drenched folds. he can’t help but lick against it, savoring your sweetened taste before he looks up at you with a pleading look in his eyes. “do.. do you think you can squirt for me one more time? pretty please. need you s-so bad.”

★ SUKUNA RYŌMEN

the audacity was beyond him—he knows right away, sukuna was no foolish curse.

if it was anything he knew by heart, it was your body. whenever you’re about to orgasm, he likes to stare dead into your eyes whilst he’s giving you his all. slow yet deadly strokes, he likes draining the pleasure out of you with the thick inches of his cock. oh, how his favorite part was to just hear your babbling little voice sob out his name over and over like a looping vinyl on a record player. your adorable cacophonies of “right there, right there,” and “gonna cum, ‘kuna,” and many more, many of which they all never fail to reverb across the padded walls of his sacred chambers.

although, he can easily tell from how it’s real or fake. sukuna gets up close—hearing the sounds of your heavy breaths as your legs wrap around his waist. as you’re taking in every part of his bare long length, your arms sling around him. you’re a mess underneath him, jostling against his beefy built body. the demon’s pure smoldering heat colliding against yours only makes you throb at a much quicker pace. his scent, you bury your face into the crook of his neck. “i-i’m close, ‘kuna.” you’d mewl out in a desperate cry, hearing his low animalistic growls all close up against the outer shell of your ear.

he knows,

you didn’t even have to remind him, he knows your body. it was his priceless treasure. sukuna groans as you claw your fingernails into the deep depths of his back. his thickened base resumes to jackhammer into your tight sticky walls furthermore until you croak. he’s just so big, you jaw was dangling open all stupid like before it finally comes— that familiar squeal he’s grown to love. his favorite part.

as your cunt sloshes against the repetitive thwacks against it, you whine out your finish—yet he notices something quite peculiar about your concluding climax. as you lean your back, doe eyes staring into the ceiling, his pointed ears twitch at the way you elongated that single orgasmic syllable. “think you’re so funny,” he says as he waits for your seven second orgasm to come to a closing halt. crimson red eyes makes your tummy churn as you meet his stern gaze and he grips your chin. “little girl, you’re playin’ a dangerous game.”

“w- what?” you coyly mutter, an almost smile pulls against each side of your lips before he glares at you.

sukuna pulls out and you gasp, your ankle brushing against the back of his torso and he squeezes your lips together. “brat,” he snarls, his tone all rough and husky. a free hand of sukuna’s sneaks down between your pried open legs to feel against your pussy. a real moan snatches out from your throat as he rubs sloppy circles against it, only to smack it again, and again, and again. your eyes start to roll as he continues to pace. you’re so soaked that it starts to coat his hand. “look at you. can’t get off to dick but you came just from a few pussy smacks? tch.”

“m-more, ‘kuna. don’t stop pleaseee.” you pant, feeling your tummy cave in as you’re directly underneath him. his weight hovers above you as he still grips your cheeks together, giving you a hot, steamy kiss. sukuna’s forked tongue glides against yours and you whimper in his mouth before he lightly pushes you off. you ‘oof’ back onto the fat padded mattress with a pout as he gets up. with a saddened frown, you sit up to whine. “where— where are you going?”

sukuna fixes his kimono before giving you an annoyed glower. “don’t worry about that. worry about how you’re gonna make that pathetic pussy finish since i apparently can’t make you cum,” and he snickers at your little grumbles before he walks out. “change the sheets when you’re done. fuckin’ wet girl.”

★ NANAMI KENTO

“…oh,” a deep voice groans from behind you. nanami’s voice was low, his simple oh sounded offended more than anything. most of the time he doesn’t really have you on all fours, doggystyle. but today, you were being a bit of a brat. nanami doesn’t mind your little antics, but if it’s to a point where he has to remind you of your place, he will. nanami’s thick cock was plunging in and out of you before he abruptly stops, slowing down once you ‘release.’

your moan sounded a bit too dramatic than usual, you gulp as he lightly grips onto the back of your shirt.

“oh….what?” you’d moan out, and you glance at the mirror that’s propped up in front of the both of you. there—you see nanami with a look of what seems to be mere irritation. nevertheless though, it’s hot. the way his gentle fawn irises burn into you, perfectly arched brows of his lower and a scowl forms onto his lips. he was still fully clothed, just his slacks from work hanging low. out of nowhere, he gives your ass a mean spank.

nanami sighs, feeling his dick that was stuffed inside of you twitch from the inside. “let’s not ask silly questions, my love. you faked that one, didn’t you?” and despite how sweet and alluring his delivery was—you heard a faint rasp in his voice, the baritone as he speaks makes you even more wetter than you already were.

you pout, not fond of how he stopped fucking you, you wanted more—you couldn’t help but be greedy for more of him.

“i didn’t,” you lie through your teeth, arching forward in a cute teasing attempt for him to finish drilling into you. nanami doesn’t follow through though, instead—he gathers a strong yet gentle grip of your hair. as his veins coarse through him, his hefty arms bulge as he pulls you forward to stare at your pathetic needy reflection. “f-finish fucking me, ‘ken. why’d you s-stop?”

“why should i continue, sweetheart? tell me that,” and his words were nothing more but a soft purr. his interest was suddenly piqued—you’ve never faked one of your orgasms before, at least not with him. as you lie on your chest, he takes a peek at your ass before letting off another low sigh. nanami gets directly up close to you before he delicately tightens the grip around your hair a tad bit. “ah, don’t be shy now. tell me what ‘m not doing right to make this pussy feel good. i know you faked it, my love.”

your breath hitches as nanami presses his weight against you—his throbbing cock buries itself between your entrance but he’s not even in fully.

he’s just … idle, his shaft remains near you and you whine from the feeling of him not moving.

“i was just p-playing,” you whine, feeling your perky nipples rub against the satiny-made sheets. whilst you smear your glossy lips together, you grind your hips against your husband. “just wanted attention, ‘ken.”

“my wife,” he whispers, planting a hot kiss near the nape of your neck. his touch alone could make you finish. it was that easy, nanami’s fingers skim against your waist before he sucks gently against your collarbone. “there’s other ways to get my attention, you know that,” and his voice softens by a mile. he’s always gentle with you, his throbbing cock all swollen and built up of so much volumes of seed that he was preparing to give to you. “ugh, having you bent over like this ‘s drivin’ me crazy,” he abruptly admits, feeling you wriggle your ass against his cock that was stuffed between the very temples of your ass. “but,” he swallows, sneaking another kiss, this time against your earlobe. “if i give you another orgasm, ‘s it gonna be real this time?”

“y- yes, promise,” you moan, desperate for him to go back inside. nanami’s hands grab onto your hips now as he pulls them up, relishing in your little arch you’ve got going on for only his eyes to see. you’re gorgeous, he huffs out a few breaths as you take your time to whine out your little words of desire. “won’t fake it anymore, jus’ finish fucking me, please.”

nanami groans—his fingers wrapping around his fat length, giving it a few mere pumps before he prods it against your hungry swallowing slit. “atta girl. keep that arch f’me, yeah,” he sucks his teeth, raising his chin up to where his jawline makes an appearance. “now,” he whispers, deepening his voice as he spreads your legs, making your right cheek sink into the cottony pillow. “let’s try this again. let’s see if i can get a little squirt out of you, sweetheart.”

★ SATORU GOJO

once he finds out you faked your orgasm, it significantly bruises his ego—he tries to play it off with a sheepish cackle cutting out of his throat. “heh, i can fake an orgasm better than that, y’know.” he’d mutter, yet you could hear the little tremor in gojo’s tone. he was quite literally pounding into you before he makes you lie down flat against his chest. he makes you spread your legs for him, exposing your dripping pussy before he pinches your clit. you moan, feeling gojo’s bulge brush off against your ass. “kinda hurt my feelings, hmph.”

“i didn’t f-fake it—” you try to lie. with his fingers rummaging near the inside of your cunt, it had you biting back your words in regret. you lean back against his chest, legs all spread and you start to squirm before he hums against your ear.

“squirmy today aren’t we?” gojo jeers with an impish smile. he titters at the way your legs judder all because of the indecourous stimulation. each tantalizing twitch makes him wanna rub his fingers against your clit even quicker. “if you don’t wanna gimme an orgasm, i’ll just have to do it myself, angel.”

you clench onto his thigh, allowing pleasure to overtake you before his fingertips skid against that familiar spot. now— your moans were very much real, gojo’s fingers was so lengthy that he could reach you in areas his own dick probably couldn’t locate. as your eyelids feel heavy, they shut before another whine leaves your mouth. he still keeps up his pace, maneuvering all kinds of circles over your pussy in a rotation manner before your thighs start to shudder in ecstasy.

“satoru, satoruuuu,” a heavenly sounded whimper dies out your throat. you only then roughly gnaw down on your lip, a cute try at trying to suppress your little moans. “don’t think i can c-cum anymore, ‘s good fuckk.”

he chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “yes you can, i know you can baby,” he whispers, and that’s when he moves again, moving himself between your legs this time. gojo brings a chaste kiss towards your pussy, slithery strings of saliva peeling from your folds and it’s so sloppy. immediately, his lips get all moist and muggy with your honeyed slit. he creates a bowling ball grip with two lengthy fingers, shoving the two of them in and out before he blows parching hot air against your cunt. “gotta get my baby a little wetter.” he whispers, watching you pulse from the inside. within seconds, you happily coat your boyfriend's fingers with your dingy sheet arousal before he slowly vigorously continues to knead various circles and shapes against your swollen nub. you were throbbing laboriously, pulse after pulse as you panting repeats itself as if you’re running a marathon.

gojo lolls out his long wet tongue against your pretty pussy, savoring your candied taste as he feels you roughly joggle against his mouth. hot puffs of pants fans against your folds as he chuckles, and he then starts to spank your pussy raw. one spank turns into two, then three, then four . .

you didn’t want him to stop anytime soon—his guzzling greedy sucks against your clit only makes you spasm out even faster. by now, you don’t even remember why you faked your orgasm because the real one was finally about to present itself. it’s coming to you like a tsunami wave, you can’t predict it but it’s preparing to crash into you all at once. the build up has you almost drooling before you grip onto his his meaty thigh.

“s-satoru— something’s hnghhh coming. oh my goddd,” and you’re trapped in a haze, yet gojo doesn’t stop there. he’s so offended that he doesn’t just make you cream on his fingers. he makes you squirt on them too, gushing out so much the that sheets are now all soaked thanks to you. whilst your tummy heaves, your legs feel all numb and not before long, he makes you squirt again. your jaw cutely sways itself open as you lie back on the mattress, feeling the few spurts trickle out of you slowly. “f-fuck,” you whine, and your voice is all strained and tiny.

gojo hums before he starts making out with your pussy. his eyes close as if he’s actually kissing you, each smooch sounds more sloppy by the second before he pulls out his fingers, sitting up to slide them into your mouth. “taste yourself baby. now thaaaat’s how you orgasm,” and as you take his digits into your mouth with droopy eyes, your tongue swirls all around his fingertips. as you moan amply from your own taste, he wrenches out his fingers before sneaking a two second kiss on your lips. “awww, don’t tap out on me now. you can give ‘toru one more, right?”

[mostly-imagines]

Hi!! If you're up to it do you think you could write something about the first time Jason brings his gf to the manor. Like maybe he brings her in but doesn't tell anyone and so everyone is trying to sneak a glimpse of her??

meet the family

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason has a girlfriend???

warnings: none

The manor sits full as ever—a cloud of mild boredom sweeping over the Wayne clan.

Dick sits perched on top of an armchair reading a catalog, Stephanie’s splayed out across the couch, Cass is bundled up in blankets atop the ottoman, and Damian leans up against the center table from the floor.

It’s a relatively slow afternoon, until Tim comes bursting into the room, out of breath.

“There’s a girl here!”

Everybody looks at him, disinterest scattered across the room. “There’s a couple of ‘em.” Dick says, flipping through the pages of the magazine.

Tim huffs, “No! In Jason’s room—he has a girl in there!” Eyebrows shoot up at that.

“Now I know you’re lying.” Damian mutters.

Tims head snaps over to Damian. “Dude, go see for yourself. I heard her!”

“You really think Jason would bring a girl here and not even introduce us?” Steph asks, unconvinced.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Obviously.”

Cassandra nods fervently.

“Okay, yeah. Maybe.” Stephanie mutters. “I bet he’ll introduce me before any of you guys, though.”

Dick barks out a laugh, “You’re nothing short of delusional if you think he’s introducing any of us.”

“We’ll have to take matters into our own hands, then.” Tim says, decidedly.

Damian audibly sighs and rolls his eyes.

“I’m meeting her first.” Steph confirms. “I’ll put money down right now.”

“Meet her or see her?” Cass signs.

“Same thing.” Stephanie shrugs.

Dick shoots up from his seat, “First person to see her gets to be the ring bearer!” He announces, racing out of the room.

Knock knock knock knock knock…

Knock knock.

It takes a good forty seconds, but Jason opens the door, an annoyed frown already on his face.

Dick gives him his brightest smile. It beams of deceit in Jason's eyes. “Hey man. What’cha doing?”

He crosses his arms. “What do you want?”

Dick tries to peer around Jason into the room, but Jason made a point of barely opening the door and his large frame isn’t doing Dick any favors right now.

“Just wanted to say hey…You wanna hang out?”

“No.”

Dick lingers awkwardly. “…Are you sure?”

Jason shuts the door.

A couple minutes later, Tim comes running up the stairs. He opts to skip over the courtesy of knocking and go straight for barging through the door himself. Or he would’ve, if Jason hadn’t seen that coming from a mile away and locked it.

“Fuck off, Tim!” Jason calls from inside the room.

“You lost your right to privacy the second you walked in this house!” He shouts back, hitting his fist against the door.

And Tim swears he can hear a sweet laugh as he trudges away. The authenticity of that claim will be heavily debated downstairs for the next several minutes.

Not even a thirty seconds later, Stephanie comes a knockin’. Jason opens the door wordlessly, patience clearly dissipating more and more.

“Hey, Jason! I can’t find my comm, you wouldn’t happen to have it, would you?”

His face deadpans. “No, Steph.”

Stephanie clicks her tongue, “Can you check?”

He stares at her.

“Actually you’re right, it would be faster if I did.” Stephanie tries to push past him into the room, but Jason, unsurprisingly, doesn’t budge.

“Stephanie.”

“I just want to meet her!” She pleads. “I won’t even tell the others, I’ll just say you wouldn’t let me in either!”

“Bye.” He closes the door.

He doesn’t make it all the way back to the bed before the next knock, singular and short.

Jason snaps the door open again, looking down at Damian with a glare.

Never one to waste any time, “Is there a girl in here?” Damian asks, seeming thoroughly disinterested in the answer.

Jason shuts the door in his face.

Several minutes later, another, quieter knock. Jason’s groan can be heard from outside the room. He pulls open the door once again.

It’s Cass.

She stares at him.

He stares at her.

“Can I say hi to her?” She signs.

Jason sighs. “I’ll pass along the message.”

She smiles and turns back down the hall.

Jason closes and locks the door once again, trudging back over to the bed where you lay. He collapses onto your chest, your arms wrapping around each others bodies immediately.

“Cass says hi.” He mumbles, the sound obscured by his face-down position.

“That message would be a lot more meaningful if I actually knew Cass.”

He groans. “You don’t want to meet them.”

“I do.” You say, running your fingers through his hair. “And I think you do too, or you wouldn’t have brought me to the house where the world's best detectives live.”

“I’m starting to regret it now.”

“Come on. Please?” You plead.

He picks his head up to look at you.

“Are you sure?” He asks with a grimace.

“Absolutely.” You say, topping it off with a kiss on his cheek.

He sighs.

Well. It’s never been within Jason’s skill set to deny you, anyways.

You descend the stairs hand in hand with Jason, his energy mopier than usual. You can hear a gaggle of voices coming from a room ahead, all talking over one another.

“Okay, Tim, you climb up outside the window and—”

“—It’s your plan, you scale the side of the house.”

Jason drops his head and mutters a “Jesus Christ…” as you near the commotion.

You give him a reassuring smile and pat his back as you both move into the doorway.

Everyone’s heads snap to the doorway, eyes wide and waiting.

Jason takes a deep breath like he’s steeling himself for torture. “Guys…This is my girlfriend.”

“Hi.” You smile sweetly, waving to the room.

There’s a moment of still silence before the room erupts.

“Hold on—”

“—my god, she’s so pretty!”

“Oh wow—”

“Wait, what?”

”—You’re real?”

“—didn’t place that bet.”

Stephanie comes scurrying up to you and grabs both of your hands in hers. “Hi, I’m Steph!” She says with a beaming smile. “What’s your name?”

“I’m—”

But the others are right on her tail, crowding around you.

“We didn’t even know Jason had a girlfriend.” Tim says.

“Still not convinced.” Damian mumbles from the back.

Cass waves and signs something to you.

“She says we’re really happy to meet you, which we are.” Dick tells you.

Damian moves closer within the huddle and inspects you closely. You have no idea what he’s inspecting you for. You don’t need to dwell on it for long because Jason pushes his head away from you with mild force making Damian scowl.

Stephanie chimes in, “Did he bring you here to meet us? The others said—”

Jason cuts her off, already knowing exactly where that sentence was going. “I brought her here to show her my old room.”

Dick snickers, “Oh, is that what you were off doing?”

“Watch it.” Your boyfriend warns.

You nudge him with your elbow, be nice.

Tim moves closer to you, narrowing his eyes. “So you’ve like, spent time with him and everything? And you still want to be around him?”

“Okay and you’re done.” Jason takes your hand and leads you out of the room and back down the hallway.

“No wait!”

You’re already out of the room and into another and then another before you can even realize that you’re headed for the front door.

You stop in your tracks, pulling him to a halt as well. “What about—”

Jason shakes his head. “You don’t want to meet him.”

You lower your chin at him, “Jay. Do you want me to meet him?”

He’s silent and doesn’t look like he particularly does.

You sigh, “Okay, do you want him to meet me?”

“I—yeah…” he trails, and you give him your best sweet eyes, the ones that he knows he has no business saying no to. “I…okay. Okay.”

He leads you down another hallway, the sounds of his siblings clambering echoing in the distance. You end up in a room that looks like a never used study, where Jason pushes on one of the walls. It slides open with a bit of force from him, revealing a door with a keypad next to it.

He types a series of numbers into it, and opens it up to a narrow passageway that looks remarkably like a cave.

The passageway leads down to a set of stairs, and you can hear the loud sound of water in the distance.

You’re quite nervous about walking into the Batcave, but you know Jason wouldn’t bring you anywhere near it unless he was sure it would be okay. Okay for you that is, more so than his father.

“Careful. It’s slippery.” Jason holds your hand the whole way down anyway, making sure to linger no more than a step and a half in front of you.

You see Bruce Wayne, sitting at a desk with a large array of computer screens in front of it, and case files scattered all throughout the surface.

He doesn’t acknowledge your entrance, though you have to imagine if Jason got his observation skills from anywhere, it would be him.

As you approach, Jason switches your hands so that his left is holding your left. The result has his figure half covering you, you can only assume partially limiting Bruce’s view of you.

“Bruce.”

Bruce turns his chair around, regarding Jason with a raised chin. The greeting is somehow even more formal than you’d expected.

“Jason.” He readdresses his gaze to you. “Who’s this?”

Jason has a hell of a feeling that Bruce already knows exactly who you are. He’s probably known about you since you started dating. He would’ve had to, to not be pissed as hell that Jason brought a civilian into the cave.

Jason introduces you, his hand reluctantly letting go as you step forward to shake Bruce’s.

Bruce looks surprised, though pleasantly so. He smiles and shakes it kindly.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says.

“You too, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You say, smiling.

He laughs, “Oh, I bet.” Looking to Jason, he says, “I can’t say I’ve had the same pleasure, unfortunately.”

Though Jason’s behind you now, you can practically feel him roll his eyes.

“No, I can’t imagine him sharing anything unprovoked.” Bruce smiles widely at that.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but Jason, who’s probably on the brink of losing his mind down here, interrupts.

“Alright. Time to go.” Jason says, grabbing your hand again. He doesn’t give you much time to protest before he’s guiding you by the waist past him and towards the stairs.

You let him nudge you out and call over your shoulder, “It was nice meeting you!”

He’s halfway up the stairs as you exit, only to be stopped by Bruce addressing him again.

“Jason.”

Jason stalls his steps, turning around slowly. You’re out of the cave now, and Jason’s not excited to be alone with his Dad for even a minute. It doesn’t help that he has no idea what he’ll say.

“She’s kind.” Bruce says, simply.

“Yes.”

He tilts his head at Jason, observing him. “You love her?”

Jason looks at the ground. “Yes.”

Bruce nods. “Good.”

He returns to his work at the computers wordlessly, and Jason has to take a moment to realign himself before he climbs the rest of the stairs.

Jason doesn’t particularly seek his fathers approval, nor does he place any definable value on it. However, hearing him give his own version of his blessing to you struck something inside Jason. Something deep in his chest.

He re-enters the study, finding it empty. He walks out into the hallway, where you’re nowhere to be found. Despite being halfway across the house by this point, he can distinctly hear his siblings chattering in the living room. Chattering. And chattering. And chattering…

Oh god, you went back to the living room.

As Jason approaches the conversation becomes clearer.

“—long have you been together, anyways?”

“Well—”

Stephanie gasps suddenly, cutting you off. “Oh wait, you have to meet Alfred!”

“Oh, we’ve already met.” You tell her.

Dick’s head snaps up. “What? When?”

Jason enters the room, draping his arm around your shoulder. “About six months before you met her.”

A chorus of gasps and shouts ring out.

“What?”

[fairy-angel222]

𝐂𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍’

—OFFICER! TOJI F. x F! READER

᧔♡᧓ in which your officer boyfriend catches you at a party that you lied about going to

᧔♡᧓ content: rough smut, age gap (reader is in college), angry sex, jealous sex, possessive toji, handcuffs, breeding, choking, hair pulling, ass/tit/pussy slapping, praise, degradation, daddy kink here and there, begging, orgasm denial, passing out, pussy eating, semi-public sex, sex in police car

᧔♡᧓ requested by @valleydoli 💗

᧔♡᧓ wc: 3.1k

Toji couldn’t fight the annoyance on his face as he pulled up into the small neighborhood. Loud music blaring through the air as colorful lights beamed onto the dimly lit street. There had been a number of complaints. The neighborhood’s residents ringing 9-1-1 one after the other.

To say he didn’t care was an understatement. Out of the whole department Gojo Satoru just had to dispatch him to break up a stupid college party. His police vehicle came to a stop a little down the block, the tall man stepping out with stonic features and a sigh as he made his way closer to the source of vulgar tunes which seemed to shake surrounding houses.

Toji stalked up to the front door, the smell of hard alcohol and weed hitting his nose as he banged on the door. Forceful enough for the sound to ring throughout the noisy inside. A drunk boy no older than 19 swinging the door open with a grin. “Hey man! O-oh shit. Hey officer, what can i do for you?” He cleared his throat, swallowing hard under Toji’s harsh gaze as he tried his hardest to appear sober.

Toji peered over the boy and into the room. Sweaty bodies grinding against each other while others made out, almost every hand nursing a plastic red cup. “Do me a favor and just keep the noise down alright, if not shut this whole damn thing down.. what the fuck.” The officer spat bitterly, jaw clenching with a scowl when his eyes landed on someone. His someone.

You.

He couldn’t believe it. You had been so persistent on spending the night at home. Claiming that you had piles on piles of work to complete. Did you crave attention that badly? One measly night he had to work overtime and this was the shit you pulled? Clad in a lacy dress which had a deep v cut and barely reached your mid thigh. Your body, his girl’s body, on display for everyone to see.

He could see the eyes roaming your figure top through bottom. His blood boiling as he visibly seethed, shoving past the lanky teenage boy to make his way over to you. You were grinning happily, one hand in your hair and the other ghosting over the hand that rested on your hip. Giving the girl behind you the dance of her life.

The music lowered, Toji’s eyes twitching at all the loud gasps that echoed through the room. All eyes on his large frame as he towered over everyone in the room. Muscles bulging through his tight shirt with each hard step that he took. All eyes but yours. You were too into what you were doing, and your boyfriend couldn’t help his rising anger as he got closer and closer. Spotting familiar brunette and green hair sat on a couch with their lips on each other’s.

Of course. You were dragged here.

You giggled loudly, taking a swig from the girl’s cup and letting the bitter tasting liquid scrape at the walls of your throat when you swallowed. Your friends’ eyes widened as they pulled away from each other, desperately trying to get your attention as you swayed your hips. Those hips that only Toji was allowed to see move.

A hand grabbed the flesh of your arm tightly, your head whipping around to snap at the stranger before your brows furrowed. Taking in that broad chest that you’d gotten to know by heart. Your eyes timidly trailed upwards, a small whimper caught in your throat when they met his darkened ones. The man’s head tilting to the side as if daring you to not comply. He would not hesitate to get you out of there over his shoulder if he had to.

“T-toji.. h-hi i-“ you stuttered, looking down at your feet as you shuffled nervously. Eyes darting to the girls who eyed you apologetically.

“Shut up.” His voice was firm, and your thighs clenched as you held back another whimper. You could feel everyone’s eyes boring into you. “Fuck. You know what? Everybody out.” His voice raised at the end. The bustling college teens wasting no time before they scattered, afraid at just the mere sight of the man. “And you.. oh you’re in for it now.”

All the alcohol seemed to leave your system when Toji pulled your arms behind your back. Cuffing your hands as your face heated up in embarrassment. “T-toji w-wait.” The man ignored you as he pulled you out of the room, not caring about how you stumbled over your own two feet to keep up with his large strides.

“She really disobeyed you this time huh?” A familiar voice rung out, a teasing smirk on Gojo’s face as he walked up the few stairs that you’d just descended from. “Good job Y/n.” He winked, a deep chuckle leaving his throat as he thought back to exactly why he had sent Toji out here.

It didn’t take long to reach the vehicle with the speed you were being pulled at. Toji’s hold on your arm never loosening in the slightest. “Get in.” Toji spoke meanly, holding the door open with a gesture for you to get inside.

“But-“

“Get the fuck in Y/n.” He never called you by your name often, only when he was mad. It was always some sweet petname that made you feel all warm and tingly inside. Sliding into the vehicle you kept your head low, the door slamming behind you not too long after.

You squirmed in your seat. Giving into the tension filled silence as you watched his grip on the wheel tighten until his knuckles were pale. Thoughts of you letting any other man touch you coursing in his mind.

Toji undid the first two buttons of his shirt, using his fingers to prod the tight fabric open as he rolled his neck. Taking the pair of handcuffs off his suited pants before rolling the vehicle to a stop.

“Toji ‘m sorry.” You mumbled almost shyly, face getting hot as your arousal dampened your lace panties.

He ignored you. Taking a step out of the car and into the night’s darkness. The vacant road scarce of any sources of light. Your door swung open, eyes widening in a doe-like pout as you looked up at him.

“Don’t. Not after that shit you just pulled.” He warned, expression still hard as you climbed out, the slam of the door making you jump with a yelp. A small whine left your throat as you were flipped around, chest pressed into the vehicle’s side with your hands still bound behind your back.

He roughly pushed your dress up to your waist with a scoff. “Going out dressed like you want to get laid. Am i not enough for you baby?” His fingers found their way to your clad folds. Brushing over your clit with a hum. “Do i not fuck you enough? Is that little pussy so desperate to be filled?” He didn’t give to a chance to answer, his palm landing heavily on your pussy making you jerk with a cry. “Look at that. She’s all wet f’me. Such a greedy fucking cunt yeah?”

You whimpered loudly, Toji’s voice deep and husky in your ear as he kissed up your neck. Allowing you to lean back onto him with your head on his chest. Soft moans falling past your lips as you let yourself grind on his fingers. Another loud cry filling the air when he landed it hard on your ass instead.

“I shouldn’t even be touching you.” He whispered venomously, voice laced with clear disappointment as he pushed his fingers past the thin fabric, pressing the pad of his middle finger onto your clit before rubbing small circles. Watching the way your lips parted in sweet noises as you let your eyes flutter shut. “Should just drop you home and leave you all desperate and needy.”

That made you whine with the shake of your head, pushing your ass back onto his crotch in want. “Or will you just call someone to come fuck you like a little slut?” You cringed at the sound of your panties tearing, Toji’s muscles straining against the confines of his shirt’s fabric as he rolled up his sleeves. Quickly working to free his hard cock before pushing you into the back seat of the car with a smirk. Handling your body until you were face down, with your ass up on display for him.

“Look at yourself.” He forced your head up to gaze at your reflection in the window. “Gonna fucking destroy you baby. Do you want that?”

You nodded, eyes prickling with tears as you clenched in anticipation. You wanted his cock so bad. “Ahh f-fuck.” Another slap to your ass.

“So you do have a mouth.”

Words. He wanted to hear you say it.

“P-please fuck me daddy.”

“You can do better than that princess.”

“Please. Please fuck me. Need you so bad. ‘M aching f’ you. Want you to fill me up.” You begged.

“That’s it. That’s my slutty girl.” You mewled loudly at the intrusion of Toji’s thick cock. The man bottoming out inside you with one quick thrust making your knees buckle underneath you while your back arched. Feeling Toji’s fat tip immediately prodding at the increased tightness near your cervix.

“Shit.” He cursed, breathing getting heavy as he nestled his cock within your warm walls. Forgetting just how much he loved that little cunt of yours.

He started off rough, forcing his cock deep as you rocked harshly against the soft seat. Loud moans dripping off the tip of your tongue as his cocked kissed meanly at your g spot.

Your pussy stretched to accommodate the quick thrusts of his girthy length. Feeling his veins scraping deliciously against your gummy walls as he hammered into you.

You cried out when Toji’s hand found its way around your throat, pulling you up to his chest with your hands flush between your back and his chest. Drool filled babbles spilling messily onto your skin at the force of his hips.

“Haah— T-toji f-fuck,” you keened loudly, your chest riding and falling rapidly as your brain turned to mush. Unable to think of anything but how good he felt inside of you. Lewd squelches mixed with skin slapping burning its way into your brain. A constant reminder of Toji’s abuse to your sensitive cunt as your vision blurred.

“That’s it baby. Take it real nice n’ deep. You’re practically swallowing me in right now.” He breathed. Hand tightening around your throat as the other travelled down to your chest, barely having to tug at the black fabric for your tits to spill into his large hand. Rough fingers twisting at your pert nipples as he palmed the soft flesh.

“Ahh— so good. Feels s’ good daddy.” You cried, Toji’s hand landing two consecutive slaps onto your breasts.

“Gonna stuff this pussy real full. Breed her with my cum till you know your place.” He growled lowly, his frustration seeming to reemerge as he stroked his cock with your tightness. Allowing himself to poke at every corner of your warmth, ruining your slutty pussy to your tears.

“Wanna go out dressed like you’re available. Single. Like you don’t have me taking care of that ache between your legs every single night.” His pace quickened with every word. Snapping his hips up mercilessly till his balls reddened your puffy clit, mouth hung open in whiny mewls as your stomach tightened.

Your tears flowed freely as you were shoved back into the car’s seat. Your mind dizzy at the plowing of his cock into your sweet spot. Toji’s hand moving to grip at the delicate flesh of your hip with other torturing your clit. Rubbing mean, hard circles onto the swollen bud.

“Tojii— ‘m gonna, ahh- ‘m gonna cum.” You whimpered, catching sight of the traces of mascara staining your cheeks alongside your messy hair. The sight being enough to make you call out his name incoherently as your eyes rolled back. Legs shaking violently as you clenched around him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh—“ you chanted, letting out a broken scream as you squirted messily. Completely drenching Toji’s cock in your wetness.

Toji’s movements stilled, his fingers digging into your hair with a sharp tug upwards. “Oh i’m sorry? Did i say you could cum baby?”

“Sorry, nngh- c-couldn’t hold it.” You hiccuped, knowing that you were in trouble.

Toji shook his head, pulling you back so you lay flat across the seat. Shoving one of your legs up beside your body with a grunt. A shiver raking through your body as the cool air breezed through your sopping pussy.

You let out a groan, your attempt to close your legs stopped by Toji’s strong hands shoving them apart. Groping at both sides of your ass before his palms made contact with the skin. A bubbly whine catching in your throat when you tightened around nothing.

Toji sunk to his knees on the ground outside, the forest to his back as he began pressing soft kisses to the sides of your thighs, his tongue licking a long stripe up your slit.

He groaned, grip tightening on your thighs when his tongue darted out once more to lap at your sweetness. Sloppily running between your folds before swirling around your clit. It didn’t take long to get you where he wanted you. The overstimulation going straight to your foggy brain as Toji got lost in your heat. His eyes fluttering shut with a hum as he tried to pull you impossible further onto his tongue. Your constantly flowing slick mixed with his saliva dripping sloppily onto the ground below.

Your fingers clawed at nothing as you began to tremble, crying out loudly as your eyes closed shut. Your tear stained cheek pressed into the seat as you drooled adorably. A smirk adorning Toji’s face when he curled his thick fingers into you.

“Ahh— ‘s too muchh. Gonna cum again.” You mewled desperately, toes curling as another coil tightened in your stomach. Toji stopped sucking at your clit, pulling away from you while his fingers sped up. Paddy tips poking directly into your spot with ease. “Yeah? Gonna cum for me already?”

You answered with a high pitched moan and a small “uh huh”, feeling yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge before it all came crumbling down. Toji removing his fingers before standing up, and only then did you notice how much of his chest was on display. He leaned down to kiss away your tears, brushing away any hair stuck to your forehead. “Only good girls get these privileges baby, i’m a cop, you should know this.” He cooed.

His cock prodded at your hole, sinking into his rightful place deep within your warmth before beginning to fuck into you. He knew your orgasm had barely just died down, and he was going to fuck you to another just to leave you hungry.

Your boyfriend’s head found its place in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your ear before he grinned against your skin. “You won’t be leaving the house for days when i’m done with you.” He promised, tone gruff as he felt his cock twitch in indication of his own high.

“Haah— ‘s so muchh.” You breathed as you melted into him, his touch hot on your skin leaving short quivers in its wake. “Toji— o-oh fuckk.” You were sputtering out strangled noises of pleasure, Toji’s husky groans in your ear adding fuel to the fire as you let out a cry. Your pussy gushing onto him before your orgasm could even hit.

Toji cursed loudly, his grip on your hips allowing him to pull you back onto him as roughly as he was slamming into you. “That’s it baby, pussy’s gripping me so fucking tight.”

“‘M so close— so so close.” You gasped, basking in the small skin to skin contact of your hands on his exposed chest.

“Gotta fucking earn it. Tell me, who do you belong to princess. Who owns this slutty little pussy hmm? Who fucks you this good every night?” He questioned darkly, rolling his hips in a way he knew would drive you crazy.

“Y-you. You do. ‘S all y-yours— fuck. Please can i cum? Need to cum so bad.” You almost sobbed, Toji kissing your cheek sweetly with a breathy moan. “All mine. All fucking mine. Go ahead slutty girl. Cum f’ me.”

You let go noisily, vision clouded as your moans spilled uncontrollably past your lips. The burning sensation in your stomach slowly easing as you allowed yourself to let go. Making a mess on the man’s cock while he worked himself deeper inside you. Burying his cock as far as he could before pumping you full with a contented sigh.

“Let everyone know that you’re taken. Get you pregnant with my kid and keep you locked away. Only for me.” His cum painting your walls in hot spurts as his abs tensed. The throb of his cock slowly dulling as you milked him dry.

You whimpered, feeling the thick substance slowly seep out of you when he pulled out. All the alcohol finally catching up to you as you slipped in and out of consciousness. Letting your eyes blink shut before you went limp in his arms.

Toji groaned with a stretch, smirking down at you and your fucked out form.

So pretty.

He tugged down your dress and tucked himself back into his pants. Removing your hand cuffs before taking you into his arms gently. Laying you down more comfortably with a quick kiss to your forehead. Watching as your chest rose and fell softly, face contorted into a peaceful one despite how stained it was from your tears.

He slipped into the driver’s seat, allowing the car to reach the perfect temperature for you to rest it. Finally pulling off from the side of the road. He laughed shortly when he checked the time, contemplating whether he should even bother going back to work. He’d much rather stay home with you.

He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, rolling his eyes when he saw the name written across the screen. Satoru.

“Hello.”

“So, fucked her good didn’t ya? Made your girl cry huh Fushiguro.” The white haired man laughed into the call. Gojo had been tempted to say it over the radio, but he didn’t know if you’d be awake or not.

“That’s why you sent me out there isn’t it?” Toji scoffed, one hand on the steering wheel turning it into your apartment complex while the other worked the gear. If you were awake you’d be going crazy. Him driving was one of your many weaknesses.

“Yes, and you’re welcome. Tell her i said hi when she gets up. Bye Fushiguro~” The call beeped to an end and Toji shook his head, trying to hide the small smile creeping up onto his face. Fucking Satoru.

Glancing back at you he allowed himself to openly smile, he could never stay mad at you. It was time to show you that.