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novemberheart · 3 months ago

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{overview} Johnny and Kyle take care of you…..you make a new friend

{warnings} fem reader, cursing, a/b/o dynamics, PRICEGHOST, SOAPGAZ, poly141, MDNI, oral- female receiving

Chapter 19 <- Chapter 20 -> Chapter 21

None of you wanted to spend hours in a car, especially with the boys and their long legs. They opted for a plane, causing you more nerves than you knew what to do with.

“Get over here,” Simon commanded, all of you spread out at the airport. Your eyes widened and you trotted over to him, breathing a sigh of relief when he sprayed you down with scent blockers. “I'm not sitting next to lemonhead the whole flight,” he tsked. You rolled your eyes, but relieved you wouldn't be stinking up the plane.

“Bon-Bon, I've got something for you,” Johnny smiled, patting the seat next to him. “You don't have to take one, but I think it'll help,” he explained. He pulled an off-brand over-the-counter stress reliever pack.

“Did you take one?” you questioned softly. You've always been wary of drugs, even when you’re hurt you hold off taking aspirin as long as possible.

“Not today, flying doesn't bother me too much. I take them to help me sleep sometimes, or calm down when I get in my head a little too much,” he continued, causing you to frown.

“Does that happen a lot?” You questioned, the pounding in your heart giving you enough courage to hold your hand out. He popped a pill out placing it in your palm.

“It's meltaway,” he explained quickly. You popped it on your tongue and it melted instantly, even though your mouth was dry. “Happens here and there. Happens to all of us, yeah?” He smiled reassuringly.

“Guess that's true,” you sighed. “If you ever need to get your mind off of something, I can always help,” you whispered the last part in his ear and you giggled when you felt him smile against your cheek.

“I'll have to take you up on that,” he whispered back. You jumped when you felt his teeth graze your earlobe.

“Johnny,” you swatted.

“Alright, lovebirds. Not that you heard but it's time for us to board,” John chuckled, eyeing the both of you.

You were content in your middle seat. Johnny urged you to sit in the window seat, but you didn't want to be reminded you were soaring through the sky in a tube. Johnny sat in the window seat, you in the middle and Simon on the end seat so he could stretch his legs. John and Kyle were a few rows behind you, and you would periodically sit up in your seat to look back at them. The medicine seemed to help, although it could just be a placebo. Regardless, you felt safe between Johnny and Simon. You rested your head against Johnny’s shoulder, his hand finding it home on your knee, fiddling with the fabric of your tights. Simon had his arms crossed over his chest, looking imposing as always. He needed a chill pill.

You had been thinking a lot about what John had said to you last night.

“Your heats comin’ up in a few weeks.”

You couldn't deny that it had been looming over your head, especially with how excitable you had been lately. Your heats have always been irregular. They followed the basic timeline of every eight weeks, but sometimes they would skip over, or be a week late or early. You had multiple tests done and doctors concluded that it was just because your hormones were out of whack from not being in a pack for so long. You wondered if that was true. If it was, how long would it take for you to even out? Did you need to be marked? Or just bonded? You had definitely bonded with them. If the timeline was correct then you would have about one week left from your last heat.

That timeline was for more than just your heats, though. It also was a timeline for your relationships. You wanted John to help you with your heats, you felt more than comfortable enough with him and you were overwhelmingly attracted to him. You also wouldn't mind if Kyle or Johnny decided to step in either.

There was one person you weren't entirely sure about yet.

Simon.

It wasn't that you weren’t attracted to him. You just didn't feel entirely comfortable with him in that way yet. While you two had your own interactions and bonding times, there was just something missing. He treated you like a friend more than an omega. Actually, he treated you like you were an annoying child who he was stuck babysitting. The rest of them had courted you, complimented you, and made you feel like you were the most important thing in the world to them. Simon had hardly done any of that.

There was also all the fighting that had gone on between the two of you. And all those things he said about you that night when you overheard him talking to Johnny. You know you should get over it, you thought you had, but sometimes when your room was too quiet you could hear those words echo throughout it.

You could only imagine how upset he would be if you admitted any of that. How hurt he would be if you said you weren't comfortable enough with him yet. Maybe you should just wait till you feel comfortable enough with him before having any of them help with your heats.

Yet the thought of waiting any longer to be with them, especially John, felt nearly tortuous.

You didn't want to hurt Simon though.

Seems like the best choice was just to wait.

Who knows? Maybe you'll get lucky eough to have your heat skip again.

Kyle was able to talk Johnny into booking an Airbnb in Inverness. If it was up to the Scot you five would be fighting for your lives in the most rural area he could find. As long as it was in the Highlands, Johnny could be talked into it.

“I don't want to leave,” you sighed, already getting a sore neck with how often you were turning your head to look around.

“Good thing we just got here,” Kyle chuckled.

“Come on. Let's get settled inside then we could do some exploring,” John ushered you inside a beautiful stone house. Your stomach rumbled at the sound of exploring. “We’ll take care of that too,” he chuckled, your bag slung over his shoulder.

It had two bedrooms, both with a large bed and a bathroom. Simon and John took the bigger bedroom, with Kyle and Johnny taking the other one. You put all of your stuff with the alphas because it had the most room. Everyone knew you would be bouncing around, though.

It was already almost dinner time and you were starving, the only thing in your stomach was a blueberry muffin from the cafeteria before you had left. Simon pulled out a box of your favorite crackers from his duffle, tossing them to you. He must have swiped them from the kitchen before you left. You thanked him heavily, already digging in. It was just another example of how Simon worked.

He could be incredibly thoughtful when he wasn't frustrated with you.

At least that's how you saw it.

The truth was more complex than you knew.

It was one of those nights he couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard he tried. His legs are restless and his heart beats a little too fast for a trained soldier like him. He pulled himself out of bed, heading through the bathroom, and slowly pushing John’s bedroom door open. He hoped you weren't in there tonight. The alpha grunted, the slightest creak in the door waking him up.

“You alright?” John croaked, his voice sending a shiver down Simon’s spine. He didn't say a word, pushing the alpha out from the middle of his own bed crawling under the sheets himself, groaning as the smell of you drifted off of them. “Somethin’ eatin’ you?” John yawned, rolling onto his stomach so he was draped over Simon’s back. It's what Simon needed. Grounding.

“It’s shite,” Simon brushed off.

“Course it is, it’s comin’ from you,” John chuckled. Simon grunted, bringing his elbow back to knock against the alpha. “Spit it out.”

“She”- he cut himself off with a sigh.

“It's me, Simon,” John reminded, his lips holding still against a scar on the other alpha's shoulder.

“She doesn't like me as much as she used to,” Simon grunted.

“She didn't know you then.”

“Thanks, John,” Simon huffed, making the captain chuckle.

“I didn't mean it like that,” John sighed. “I mean to say, she's getting to know you now. You two are navigating a whole new relationship, and to be fair it has had its turbulence. In the beginning, she was just trying to not step on any toes or cross any boundaries. Now she's trying to work her way into the pack. Growin’ pains, Simon,” John explained. “You are both doing fine considering you've never been around an omega and she’s never had an alpha-let alone two.”

“You’ve hardly ever had an omega. Other than ones to help you through a rut,” Simon added. “You know what to do.”

“I was worried about it before she came. Wonderin’ if I could be a good alpha to her like she deserves. Then once she got here it just felt natural. You have instincts too, just allow them,” John spoke.

“Not like there's any room too,” Simon huffed.

“What's that supposed to mean?” John hummed, leaning on his elbow.

“You dogs are all over her all the time. Not like I could get a moment with her if I wanted to. Every time I think about doing something- one of you has already done it,” Simon explained. John supposes he has a point. You weren't high-maintenance and you were almost always smothered with attention.

“So do it anyway. No such thing as a too-spoiled omega.”

All of you went to a pub down the street for dinner. It felt so free being away from the base. Your pack was all yours without worry of being ushered to the ends of the earth.

You were situated between Kyle and John, just like back home. You trusted Johnny to pick you out something from the menu, as long as it didn't have eyeballs still on it when it came out of the kitchen.

“Steak for me and cullen skink for the girl,” Johnny winked over at you. You were half tempted to google it before the waitress left just in case.

“And what can I get you?” A waitress hummed to Simon. You didn't like the way she eyed him.

“Scotch pie,” he answered, eyeing her back. Not in the same way, this was to deter her.

“Mmmh, that's my favorite,” She smiled, turning to the rest of the table. “And for you?”

“Fix your face, lovie,” Kyle teased after she left. It was then you realized you were scowling at Simon. Well not at him, but at what just occurred. You could tell Simon was trying to bite back a smirk.

The waitress came back numerous times before the food was ready just to ‘check in.’ You could tell it was starting to bother Johnny too. It wasn't that Simon was just letting it happen, he was ignoring her, his eyes bouncing between you and Johnny. Regardless, he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it in the slightest. The final straw was her hand resting on his shoulder, causing everyone's chest to rumble with a warning. She quickly retracted it with a stuttered apology. You had a different waitress for the rest of the night.

It started off teasing and gentle. His lips ghosting over yours until you made a move to connect the space, only for him to pull back.

It's his fault really. Teasing you like that and then expecting you to just let him go after.

You pulled away, trying to get as much air in your lungs as possible. Kyle was relentless, his lips still attached to the corner of your mouth, making a path all the way down to your collarbone. Making out and breathing at the same time was still a skill you hadn't learned yet.

“Ky,” you breathed. He quickly reattached your lips with his, your body sinking further into the mattress from the force of it.

“Steamin’ Jesus,” Johnny grunted, coming out of the bathroom. Kyle pulled away, looking over his shoulder at the Scot, who had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. You were still panting under him, your lips red, eyes foggy. Kyle was in no better condition. Kyle winked at Johnny before turning his attention back to you. Your hands wrapping around the back of his neck, your heels digging into his lower back, desperate for him to be as close as possible.

You heard shuffling in the corner but your mind flew out the window when Kyle gently rolled his hips against yours. You gasped, your half-lidded eyes gazing up at Kyle. You bucked your hips, hoping to get an ounce of the friction.

“I got you, lovie,” Kyle whispered along with another roll of his hips. You heard Johnny curse again, the bed sinking under his weight.

“How mad do you think the alphas would be if we had a little taste?” Johnny murmured, his teeth grazing your shoulder. Kyle groaned, resulting in a whine escaping your throat.

“That's a good question,” Kyle hummed, mirroring Johnnys' actions on your other shoulder. You felt faint. “What do you think, love?” Kyle asked, making you shudder.

“Please,” you gasped. It was the only thing you could manage, still not entirely sure where this was going to lead. The tightness in your stomach was becoming painful. Kyle’s hands ran soothingly up and down your sides before dipping under your tank top.

“Tell us if you want us to stop any time,” Kyle assured. You could feel Johnny nod his head in agreement.

“Want you to feel comfortable, Bon,” he added. You agreed softly, your hands digging themselves into each of their shirts. Your tank top had been pulled above your chest, your hands leaving their shirts so Kyle could pull it off. You had no time to even think about being shy, your newly exposed skin being attacked by mouths and hands.

“So fucking soft,” Johnny growled. You were a lamb spread out for these hungry wolves. A tongue ran across your nipple making you jolt.

“So sensitive,” Kyle purred. “Anyone ever touched you like this?” he questioned, his hips twitching at the thought. You quickly shook your head, your eyes glossed over. They both growled, their teeth nipping at your skin to mark you as theirs. Their eyes met each other and a mutual understanding going straight over your head. The position suddenly changed, your back resting against Kyle’s chest, Johnny kissing between the valley of your breasts before stopping just above the waistband of your shorts. Kyle's hands rested on your inner thighs, keeping you spread so Johnny could fit his broad body between your legs. Johnny's dark eyes stared up at you for approval, his teeth pulling at your shorts. Your body was on fire, the scent in the room overwhelming. You nodded your head, your fingers running through his mohawk. He grinned his fingers curling in your shorts tugging them down quickly.

“Gentle,” Kyle growled, his hands maneuvering under the sides of your underwear. His thumb rubbing smooth circles on your hips to make up for Johnny’s actions.

“Says the one chewin’ a hole in her shoulder,” Johnny huffed back. Kyle smirked against your skin, placing a kiss against the red mark forming against you. You couldn't make eye contact with Johnny as he lowered himself between your thighs, pressing a kiss against your covered core. Your thighs twitched, and Kyle gripped them to keep them from slamming shut.

Not that Johnny would mind that. Johnny repeated his actions a few times before his tongue darted out. The fabric of your panties left you with little friction to ease the ache.

“Johnny, please,” you urged, rotating your hips slightly. Johnny groaned against you, the vibration going straight to your core.

“She asks so nicely,” Kyle complimented, beginning to pull down your underwear for you. Johnny agreed, tugging your underwear down the rest of the way.

“John’s going to love that,” Johnny smirked. You whined at the thought, your thighs starting to jerk shut again. You missed the way Johnny shoved your underwear in his pocket. “Fucking beautiful,” Johnny whispered to himself, his eyes falling over your body. “Missin’ out up there,” Johnny commented, his scruff rubbing against the inside of your thigh. His mouth was watering at this point and he made very little effort to hide it. The desire to please you is the only thing keeping his mind from shutting down.

Kyle grabbed behind your knees, pulling them up closer to your chest. The cold air chilling your core was quickly being replaced by Johnny’s desperate tongue. You squealed, your hands slapping over your mouth. They both chuckled, Johnny’s hands reaching up to tug at your wrists. He intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Kyle lulled, his hands rubbing up and down the insides of your thighs. “Already shaking,” he chuckled.

“It's too much,” you whimpered, your hands trying to push away at his face. He tightened his grip. You were being devoured. The sensation was already new to you, not to mention the passion behind it.

“Just relax, pretty. Let him make you feel good,” Kyle talked you through it. “You really want it to stop, just say stop.”

You ignored the feeling of Johnny's smirk against you. You tried to relax your body, giving up the little control you had against the two betas. Johnny switched the pattern of his tongue, causing a breathy moan to escape you.

“Do that again,” Kyle urged. Johnny was already one step ahead, the sensation making your eyes roll to the back of your head. It wasn't as overwhelming as his previous actions. It was just enough pleasure to make your body feel like it was floating, but not enough to make you want to scream. Your soft moans were timed with his mouth, the sounds making it harder for them to have self-restraint.

“How she taste?” Kyle asked, his hand gripping onto Johnny’s mohawk. He knew the Scot wouldn't separate his tongue from you even if the world was ending. Johnny groaned at the hand yanking him away.

“Like peaches just out of the oven,” Johnny said quickly, his tongue already darting out to catch another taste of you. He nipped your thighs, waiting not so patiently for Kyle to release his hair. He pushed Johnny’s face back against you, Johnny’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. “See what you do to us, love?” Kyle hummed.

You were close. Your whole body beginning to twitch, your moans mixing with breathy pants.

“That's it, baby,” Kyle groaned, taking every ounce of you in. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” He snarled, the grip on your thighs tightening. Every second felt like it would be your last, the pressure in your stomach building and building until suddenly it burst. The warmth in your stomach exploded, causing bliss to spread over every inch of your body. You couldn't even moan, or move, instead, your body stilled, before melting against Kyles. All of you were limp, your euphoria spreading to them even though they had yet to find a release themselves. The stillness left your body, the shakiness returning.

Johnny pressed a kiss against you one last time, mumbling something about ‘seeing her again soon’ before crawling his way up the both of you. They moved your body around, so everyone was under the covers. Johnny pressed a kiss against your cheek making you swat him away, feeling slowly returning to your body.

“Your face is wet,” you whined, rolling over to bury your face in Kyle's chest. You felt movement above you, pulling your head away only to see the two betas locked together, their tongues intertwined. You were too tired to care. As long as you were being cuddled you didn't care what they did.

“Tastes as good as we imagined, yeah?” Johnny chuckled. You heard Kyle agree, before falling asleep.

You were woken up by Kyle. You groaned, stretching your limbs as much as you could. You were a bit sore from all the twitching you did last night and you could still feel some wetness between your thighs. Johnny was purring next to you, strong arms wrapped around your waist. Your sleepy eyes peered up, locking eyes with Kyle. His gaze was soft and they held nothing but adoration in them.

“Morning, princess,” he whispered, making a snicker. The two betas did treat you like a princess, so the nickname was fitting.

“Go back to sleep,” Johnny croaked his grip on you tightening.

“Wanna go on a walk?” Kyle whispered. “It rained all night.” A sleepy smile spread across your face and you quickly nodded your head. Kyle unraveled Johnny's arms from you.

“Wanna come, Mac?” you questioned, pressing a kiss against his temple. His lips quirked, but he buried himself deeper in the bed.

“I'll keep the bed warm,” he yawned, already falling back asleep. Kyle grabbed your tank top off the floor, putting it over your head for you.

“So beautiful,” he murmured again, making you flush. No one had ever spoken to you with such sincerity. You luckily had the instinct to put your toothbrush in their bathroom last night. You couldn't imagine creeping into the alpha room after all the ruckus you caused last night. You're actually not sure if you could ever look them in the eye again. Not that you had done anything wrong…it…just felt awkward. You grabbed your shorts off the floor tugging them on.

You couldn't find your panties.

When you came out of the bathroom Kyle was already dressed in joggers, a sweatshirt, and a vest.

All your clothes were in the alpha room. Fuck.

“What's with the face?” Kyle hummed, pulling you between his knees.

“I don't want to go in there,” you muttered. Kyle cinched his brows before the realization hit him.

“This have anything to do with the little show you put on last night?” he smirked, making you flush even brighter. “Relax, lovie. Nothin’ to be embarrassed about. I can go grab some clothes if you aren't ready, though.”

“Thanks, KyKy!” you cheered.

As soon as he opened the door pillows were thrown at him. He caught them with ease, tossing them back on the bed. He cleared his throat at the heavy scent of alpha musk. Your room wasn't the only one that was busy last night.

“She’s with the two of you for one bloody night,” John growled. Kyle chuckled, opening a window. It was a good thing you didn't come in. You probably would've passed out.

“Best night of our lives,” Kyle tsked, watching the way both the alphas' faces curled. They were jealous. Not because of what happened, but because they hadn't been able to watch. Instead, they were confined to their room, only being able to listen. Using their imagination to pretend the bulky body under them was smaller, softer and sweeter.

“Come here,” John commanded. Kyle plopped a pair of your leggings on the bed, only for John to grab his collar pressing his nose against his neck.

“Good right?” Kyle chuckled, squirming his way out of the alpha's grip.

“She taste that sweet?” John hummed, stretching out, his muscles cracking.

“Sweeter,” Kyle smirked, shutting the bedroom door behind him, getting too much enjoyment from the groans on the other side of it. “Here you are, lovie,” Kyle smiled, passing you your clothes. He was all too pleased with himself.

“There’s a farm that has a petting zoo,” Kyle hummed, swinging both your hands back and forth.

“Really?!”

“They sell baked goods too,” he winked.

“God, you know me so well,” you sighed, shuffling closer to him. The earth was wet and clean, the feeling sinking deep into your bones. The clear air made you think. Made you think about something you've wanted to say for a while, specifically to Kyle. “Kyle, there's something I have to tell you,” you said slowly. “You don't have to comment on it, but I need to get it off my chest.”

“Alright,” he agreed cautiously.

“I love you,” you said it all in one breath.

“Oh thank god,” he said, relieved. “Would be weird if it was just one-sided, yeah?” he smiled at you. “I love you too, sweetheart. Very much.” he whispered the last part, bringing your hand to his lips kissing your knuckles.

You and Kyle were acting like true tourists. Stopping to take pictures with anything you deemed to be ‘exotic.’ The petting zoo was the most fun. You got to feed the animals and you even took a selfie with a sheep that looked like Johnny. It was sent to the boys group chat and Johnny quickly made it his wallpaper.

“Look! Puppies!” you grinned pulling Kyle over to the large pen.

“Lookin’ to adopt?” An older woman in a rocking chair asked. She had overalls on, a few chickens pecking at the ground around her feet, knitting needles in hand. You made a mental note to be like her when you grew up.

“Sadly no,” you replied softly with a smile. The excited bunch ran around the pen, stumbling over each other. Except for one in the very corner, halfway under a blanket.

“That's Peaches,” the woman sighed following your gaze. “She’s free.”

“Peaches?” you questioned mostly to yourself. “Why is she free?” you chimed.

“She’s deaf, not entirely sure she can see either. She doesn't move too much,” the woman frowned.

You frowned too, walking to the other side of the cage where she was.

“Hi, pretty girl,” you whispered, crouching down. Kyle was wincing already having a feeling where this was going. The puppy looked at you with her big black eyes, before moving towards you, her body staying low to the ground.

“Well look at that,” the woman chuckled.

“Do you have a blanket or something we can buy to wrap her in?” Kyle questioned already knowing you weren't going to leave that farm without her. At least it wasn't a sheep or chicken. Mission accomplished in his eyes.

Sorry, I didn't post when I said I would! This series is going by so fast! See you in two days for chapter 21! 🧡

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gothic-thoughts · 4 months ago

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The Greater Good

Sanemi Shinazugawa x Black Fem Reader

Ex!Sanemi, ModernAU, Shadow Hashira!Reader,

CW: Jealous Sanemi, arguing, Feat. Giyu, angry/make up sex, kitchen sex, pulling out, not proofread

Word Count: 1472 (give or take)

An hour before Sanemi went out to help fight the handful of demons that were attacking the nearby village, he broke up with me, showing little to no emotion at all before leaving to help. We’d been dating for about 4 months and I had no closure and barely even a reason as he just left me crying in the Ubuyashiki Mansion.

Weeks of being comforted by Giyu went by and started to grow into a little bit of a crush, leaving Sanemi an angry afterthought in my mind. This morning, Giyu and I made coffee together, passing ingredients to each other.

“Get a room.”

I turn to see Sanemi sitting at the kitchen table behind us, nonchalantly mixing sugar into his own coffee, not making eye contact. I scoff.

"What?”

"I said, get. A room."

“I should--”

“No.” I cut Tomioka off, “You’re fine.”

“No, he’s not.”

"I'll let you two, uh..." Giyu cleared his throat and grabbed his coffee, "I'll see you later on."

"No, you won’t." Sanemi snapped.

Tomioka puts a hand up in surrender and leaves the kitchen without another word, pulling the sliding door closed. I let a long groan with annoyance and slam my coffee cup down, making some of the hot brown liquid splash onto the counter. Is he serious right now?! He’s angry!? I turn to face him, holding the edge of the counter with an enraged squint in his direction and he glared right back with his arms crossed over his his exposed chest.

“What the actual hell is your problem?”

“Tch... Seriously...?”

“Yeah, go for it. I want to see if there’s an actual reason you’re being a piece of shit so early in the morning.”

“Take a guess, (Y/n).”

“No, tell me now while I care, Shinazugawa.”

“Don’t say my name like that. And you giving Tomioka heart eyes is my problem.”

"Are you being serious?”

“When am I not?”

“What, so you left me like trash before a mission but can't take seeing me like someone else? I’m just off limits to everyone now?”

"Heh, is that a trick question?” Sanemi chuckles angrily, “That has to be a trick question because of course you are, I’d slice their goddamn fingers off."

"You broke up with me, not the other way around. Harshly, at that. And for... what again?"

"Wow, you really don’t listen at all do you?”

"You mean that bullshit about letting me go? Cuz you have never once thought about doing that shit before going out to fight demons!”

He was suddenly in front of me, startling me back against the counter with a gasp, only infuriating me more as I pushed back his shoulder.

“Asshole.”

"This time was different and you know that.”

“Yeah, how? How exactly was this time different all the other times we fought Upper Moon demons?”

“Oh, maybe cuz, there were fucking 3 of them?! And on top of that, the 3 brats and their demon girl were there.”

“That’s a bullshit reason and you know it. Those ‘brats’ are not babies and were there for back up, not to be watched.”

“Whatever; on every other mission, winning was more certain— coming home was more certain. I couldn't afford to be focused on only your safety.”

"First of all, I’m a goddamn Hashira.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t get fucking killed and it definitely doesn’t mean I can’t be worried.”

“Sanemi, if you actually cared, you wouldn't have just said it and left. You didn’t cry or anything.”

"I was stressed and in a hurry! You really think I wasn't upset?!"

"You couldn’t have been, you took weeks to even have this conversation with me."

“Tch, maybe because the Shadow Hashira isn’t exactly easy to be found when she doesn’t wanna be.”

“It’s almost like I wanted to avoid the Wind Hashira who’s more of an asshole than people give him credit for.”

Sanemi kissed me passionately, pinning me between him and the counter, my heart pounding in my chest as my hands flew from the counter to hold his scarred face. Rough hands grab my thighs and lift me onto the countertop, caressing up my right leg and then hooking it around his waist as our kiss becomes messy.

I moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer with my ankle and running my fingers through his hair, making him shudder as chills ran all throughout his body. I could feel his bulge growing harder against my inner thigh with every kiss before his hand slid into my pants and underwear, two fingers rubbing through my wetness before finally sinking into me.

“Ahn, oh god.”

“So fucking stupid...” Sanemi starts thrusting his fingers, “You really thought that wasn’t a hard choice I had to make...?”

"N-not here, dumbass.”

“I’ll be quick.”

I lift my face from his neck to focus better, “Shadow Breathing: First Form.”

A black sphere forms around my left hand and quickly swells until the entire room is consumed in its dim lighting, shielding our bodies and sounds from anyone who would walk in— anyone outside before it’s closed would see the kitchen as if it were empty. Sanemi yanks down my pants and underwear with his free hand. His thick fingers continue to pump into my wet hole, knuckle deep and driving me crazy. As I throw my head back getting ready to cum, he pulls them from my cunt and drops his pants, leaving me to pant and quiver in the space between our lips.

“Unh fuck, I had to fight upper rank demons with tears in my eyes.”

“And I didn’t?”

“I don’t know... ngh, did you?”

“Course I did...” He kisses my neck, hair tickling my chin, “Of course I fucking did. If you had fuckin listened you would know why I thought it was the right thing to do.”

He guides the tip into me slowly, pushing in deeper and deeper, making me grab his shoulders with a long moan that only stopped when he bottomed out. A sigh left his lips as he held my hips, beginning to thrust but in return I tried to bite back my moans, not wanting to give him the satisfaction since I was still pissed.

"Stop being petty and fucking give it to me."

“N-no... You’re a dickhead... don't d-deserve to hear them. You’ll have to earn it.”

"Mmh, damn, you test me like nothing else.” He gives a breathy chuckle, “I hate you."

"God, I know.” I hold the back of his head, “Say it again."

"I hate you. H-hate you so fucking much, (Y/n).”

Our lips crashed together in another messy, deep kiss as he began thrusting faster, giving me no time to adjust before repeatedly hitting my cervix, purposely rubbing against my g spot. We moan into each other’s mouths, grasping onto each other’s clothes. The empty kitchen was full of the sounds of my wet squelching with every thrust, making my wetness run down my ass and wet his balls every time they slapped against my ass. He dipped his head down to suck and bite the sensitive neck, leaving a dark hickie on it.

"F-fuck, San~"

"Told you survival wasn't certain... had to focus, not be w-worried about just us."

“A-And I don’t?"

"Yeah, realized. I only made my focus worse... It’s only been 4 months and I already have you on my mind nonstop.”

I gasp in pleasure, feeling myself clench tighter around as I get closer to my climax. Sanemi kept a tight grip on my hips, his head falling to my shoulder while watching relishing in every thrust and inch of me, face full of pure bliss as he bit his lip. He tilts his head back, looking at my face with a long, soft groan. Every bit of anger I felt drained with every direct thrust into my g spot, leaving nothing but the need to cum.

"Then seeing you looking at Giyu the way you've been looking at me...?” He panted, “Nuh-uh, absolutely not."

“S-San, right there~”

"Tch, please..." He murmured, "He wouldn't know what to do with you."

“S-so close... Fuck, I’m so close.”

“Give me it, (Y/n). Fuck, that’s it baby, you feel so fucking good.”

His hips jerked when he felt me cum around him and a couple of thrusts later, he was pulled out and sprayed his load on the floor avoiding our clothes. He kissed me again as he stroked himself, shuddering against me with every rope of seed that was shot out. He panted and peppered kisses on my neck, riding out his high by slowly pumping his hand while he kissed the sensitive spot where he marked me, making me whimper at the slight pain.

“I... Shit, I... uh...” He panted.

“Yeah... you too... Keep me this time, dunce.”

He chuckled lightly.

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yoredoesmore · 5 months ago

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Is it cool if I request Hoshina Soshiro x Fem reader but Hoshina saw the reader drawing him on her sketch book a place can be anywhere.

Ok bye!

a/n: what a cute little request! Thank you so much for submitting something ^^

pairing: Hoshina x fem!Reader

summary: reader draws her vice captain as a cat (=^･ｪ･^=)

genre: fluff/romance/comedy [wc: 1.1k ]

enjoy!

Vice Catnip Hoshina | Hoshina Soshiro

It was one of those days again, where peace and quiet consumed Tachikawa Base. Most of today's schedule consisted of training sessions and important battle discussions– two activities that did not demand your presence as Operations Sub Leader. Your workload consisted of finding new information on the Kaiju and Improving the suit's functions.

Therefore you sat in the cramped space of your office, mind trapped in a cloud of concentration. You normally felt nothing but joy when pursuing your job. Every little achievement, be it fixing a small issue or handing in a report, made the pride in your heart grow. But today that energy had left you.

You felt little to no joy nor motivation, the mere thought of picking up the next file caused you immense stress. All you wished for was to lie down on your bed and enjoy the beautiful spring weather. But your next break was hours away and the way things were looking right now, with the huge pile of papers that sat in front of you, you wouldn't be out of her before midnight.

“Ugh..if only I wasn't alone.” You sighed, hands reaching for your mechanical pencil. While thinking about what piece of work to tackle next, you dragged your pencil over a ripped piece of paper, scribbling whatever came to mind. You found out that this was quite therapeutic and helped you blow off some steam sometimes.

As you looked down to see what you created, you were met with an abstract doodle of a cat.

You smiled.

The cat was holding a fish in her hand and her mouth sat wide open to devour it. Your eyes moved across the drawn lines, with nothing in mind at first, until you realized that its teeth looked awfully familiar. Two sharp fangs, where have you seen those before..?

Almost immediately an image popped into your head, the very face of your beloved Vice Captain. It was quite absurd, comparing Hoshina to a cat, yet the more you thought about it the more the resemblance struck you– until you were fully convinced that the Vice Captain looked just like a cat.

In any normal situation you would have allowed yourself a quick laugh and move on with your duties but for some reason imagining Hoshina as a cat was quite hilarious, thus you entertained yourself further with the thought.

“The Vice Captain as a cat..what would he look like exactly?” Your hands reached for your pencil case where they pulled out an eraser. Now fully equipped you felt ready to bring your imagination to life. You scribbled and drew and erased, trying to create a perfect reflection of your mind. Twenty minutes went by without you realizing, this new activity having you in quite a hold. You were so deep in thought that you didn't even hear the door opening.

As you drew the final line a hum of satisfaction escaped your lips. Your gaze admired the art you had put on your notebook, pride shining in your eyes.

“Is that supposed to be me?”

You froze.

The pencil you were holding on so tightly only seconds ago fell out of your hands, connecting with the cold floor and the blood in your body turned to ice as you finally perceived the new presence behind you. Slowly turning your body around, you were met with the curious face of your Vice Captain.

“No.” Was the only response you found yourself being able to come up with.

“But it says Vice Catnip at the bottom, slightly inappropriate if I might add but I'll let it slide because it's a good drawing.”

Ten minutes ago you were giggling and laughing at the slightly inappropriate pun you came up with. You spend a good amount of time thinking of cat related words that would either match Vice or Captain– Vice Cat-tain would have almost made it on the paper but the pronunciation felt off.

If only you would have gone with that one.

You sat there in silence, neither of you saying anything. Hoshina patiently waited for you to explain yourself but the only thing you wished to do was take the paper and rip it into thousand little pieces.

“It's you..” You finally managed to admit. You mentally prepared yourself to get the scolding of your life. Hoshina was not the type of guy who took any type of mockery lightly but instead of teasing words, you were graced with a heartfelt laugh. The man reached his hand out to grab the paper and give it a more thorough examination.

“Please don't look at it!” Your protest fell on deaf ears as the Vice Captain dragged his eyes over every line, carefully analyzing your art work. You were no match for him either. Desperately you tried to snatch the paper out of his grip but every time you lifted your hands, Hoshina pulled away at the last second. After two minutes you simply gave up and accepted your fate.

“I'm not mad if that's what ya thinkin.” He suddenly said, returning the art piece.

“You are not..?” Your hands reached out to receive it.

“It's quite cute. Me as a cat, never imagine that.” His little laugh slightly eased the tension in the air, allowing you to relax. Placing the drawing down, you started to explain to the Vice Captain how you ended up in this situation, so that he wouldn't get the wrong idea. To your surprise, he showed quite a lot of consideration and even admitted that he liked it when his colleagues joked around like that with him.

You laughed and chatted for a little longer, until all humiliation was forgotten.

“Ya figured what cat I would be?” Hoshina suddenly asked, catching you off guard.

“Hm..let me think. Probably the type that meows really loud for no reason.”

The look Hoshina gave you was priceless. “I meant..the breed.”

What is wrong with me??

Hoshina broke out into another fit of laughter while you were trying your best not to drown in a sea of shame. This was your first time interacting with the Vice Captain in such casual way. Although you have done nothing but humiliate yourself so far, this was rather nice. It was a good distraction from work and definitely worked better than random scribbles.

Bonus:

“Come again?"

“Looking at someone's drawing without their permission is quite rude, so it's only fair..” Your voice became a mere whisper at the end, yet Hoshina still heard everything clearly.

“Only fair, huh?” A long sigh escaped his lips as he cleared his throat.

Is he actually going to..

“Meow.”

You gasped.

The look on the Vice Captains face was picture worthy. To think that he'd actually comply and meow for you, it made your heart jump.

“Vice Captain..” Kafka stood at the door, accompanied by Reno and Shinomiya. They had come by to ask Hoshina something important but were instead met with something horrifying.

“..Did you just..meow?”

“No.”

#yoredoesmore #hoshina soshiro x reader #anime fanfic #soshiro hoshina #kaiju no. 8 #x reader #fluff #romance #hoshina x reader #request #hoshina would make a great cat

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dxrlingx · 4 months ago

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Don't Say You Need Me When, You Leave And You Leave Again.

Gojo x Reader

Warnings: pure fluff, comfort, soft!gojo, small mention of kissing, gn!reader.

Satoru wasn't one to stick around for long, never. He was like a flowing stream of water, never staying in one place. He didn't see or feel the need to entertain a someone for long, he was a busy man. Hell, he's the strongest sorcerer out there for crying out loud, the only reason he even needed to indulge in these actions was to get some form of stress relief from his tiring job, then he was gone as quickly as he arrived.

But now here he was, leaning against your door frame with his arms crossed, that annoyingly handsome smile on his face as he watched you come out of the bathroom, staring at him. He didn't know why he kept coming back to you, you weren't dating, no, even though a small part of him wanted to make things official between you two, he just didn't trust himself enough to let that feeling wash over him, so he kept it hidden and forgot it the best he could. He couldn't understand what made him so attracted to you, why he kept crawling back to you when he got the chance, why you wouldn't leave his mind when he was busy with his missions and why his heartbeat got faster around you, and especially why he missed you so much.

"Missed me?" He asked, his words held his usual mischievous tone, but you didn't fail to recognise the pang of tenderness and sincerity that came along with it. You crossed your own arms, glaring at him from across the moonlit room, his snow white hair glowing in an almost ethereal way as the moonlight fell on it. "Huh, so you finally decided to pay me a visit hm?" You answered back, tone dripping with sarcasm. A part of you held in all the excitement you felt seeing him there, all the atoms in your body urged you to embrace him after having not seen him for months.

"Heh, I don't like that tone." He responded, a hint of playfulness in his voice as he approached you, looking down at your grumpy attire as he chuckled lowly, "Don't be mad at me now, baby.." he continued, his large calloused hand coming up to your cheek as he playfully pinched your soft flesh, laughing lightly in amusement as you swat his hand away, a small huff escaping from your pretty lips he wanted to kiss so, so badly. "Satoru. I'm serious, you think you can just leave for months like that with no context and come back to me whenever you desire? I'm not here for your fucking entertainment."

He felt a tug at his heart strings at your words, he knew it was true, he tended to leave with no context whatsoever, and barely had time to keep in contact with anyone. But it was only him that knew that when he had left you behind, guilt and regret soon washed over him, he couldn't bear it even when he was the strongest, the more he went no contact with you the more he punished himself, but he was too far off now to have the heart to reach out to you, and now here he was. "You've just missed me too much, didn't you?" He whispered. "Don't start satoru." You replied sharply. Satoru chuckled, raising his hands up on either side of his head in a playful manner.

"Hey, look at me, sweets." He said softly, lifting up your chin, his touch as gentle as ever, his blue breathtaking eyes full of love and sincerity. "Stop being mad at me." He said, you were about to open your mouth to respond with another comment, but quickly closed it, "I've missed you." He blurted out, your eyes widened ever so slightly, breath hitching and the angriness within you slowly faded despite your desire to stay mad at him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving you like that for so long." He mumbled, one of his hands snaking behind you, his other hand on your chin moving to the back of your head as he embraced you tightly.

"You better be, you jerk.. i swear if you leave like that one more time and have the nerve to come back again I'll already be off with another man." You responded. Satoru's hold slightly tightened around you at your words, he let out a soft chuckle, resting his chin on top of your head. "Then I'll rip him into pieces." He said so casually that you can't tell if he's serious or not. "Don't even think about being with another guy, baby." He continued, he knew he had no right to say that, but it slipped out of his mouth like it was something meant to be said by him, and he let it be, because he felt no need to hide his love for you anymore.

"I missed you... I missed you so much toru." you responded, your sudden confession causing haywire in his heart, he softly caressed your hair, breathing in your familiar scent that he had missed so much. He smiled softly, pleased with your words especially with his nickname coming back to use by you. "I missed you too, more than you realized. I'm so sorry, baby, i promise I'm here now.. forgive me?" He asked, pulling away slightly to see your face, letting out a sigh of relief he didn't realize he was holding in when you nodded your head with a small smile, immediately crashing his lips against yours like he had been craving to.

Maybe Satoru was not the type to stick around, not the type for long term relationships, but he knew that for you he was willing to change all of that about him, because one thing Satoru knew for sure is that he wasn't going to lose you, never.

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natelikestowrite2054 · 15 days ago

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The Infection. Wanda Maximoff. Chapter 1

Wanda's not here. We are all that remains.

Summary: After a mission overseas, you return to the compound and meet up with Peter Parker. But something unknown attacks the base, and you soon learn who's behind the carnage.

Warnings: Infected Wanda, uneasy atmosphere, violence, suspense.

Author's Note: I hope you all enjoy reading this first chapter. There will be more to come.

You huffed as you dried hair after taking a well-deserved hot shower. Today had been grueling and unforgiving. The muscles in your body ached badly from the slightest bit of movement, and your eyes could barely stay open. But this wasn't a first-time experience for you. It was one you had done numerous times with the Avengers. The scars down your back, chest, and arms each held a story worth telling.

It had been over a year now since joining their team. A day that you'd never likely forget about. But unlike a majority of them. You didn't wear a suit of armor, possess secret powers, or have superhuman strength. No, you were a normal person, but not without the means to defend yourself. Your old life had taught you many lessons, and that was what aided you the day it all changed.

You neatly folded the towel and hung it over the heated rack. Sighing, you picked up your phone and opened it to check if Wanda had seen your messages. Two messages you'd sent half an hour ago had still gone unseen. Now you were getting worried. You typed up another message to send to her.

Wanda, I'm starting to really worry about you. You only said a few words to me or anyone when we left Sokovia, and then you suddenly disappeared as soon as we got back. If you need space, I understand, but please communicate with me. I love you so much, and I'm here for you. ❤️

Your mind pondered on the circus of theories as to what could've made Wanda so distant that she'd dissappear from everyone.

Did going back to Sokovia reawaken her painful memories? Should you have said more to comfort her? Was she planning on breaking up with you?

You snapped out of those delusional thoughts and exited the bathroom, switching off the lights and carrying your uniform over your forearm. The smell of fabric triggered deep memories of nostalgia from days long gone. You gently placed the outfit on the bed and searched for clothes for the evening.

Ding!

Your heart skipped a beat hearing the notification. You nearly stumbled forward, trying to get your leg through your sweatpants, hoping that Wanda had finally answered your messages. You scooped up your phone and opened to see it was a text message from Peter Parker.

Hey, I'm swinging in now. Meet you at the entrance?

Oh shit. You mumbled, realizing you had forgotten about your plans to hang out with Peter. You had been so overwhelmed with the stress of Wanda that you'd completely forgotten about tonight. It was something you'd planned out for some time, and you had been looking forward to it.

Peter wasn't a part of the Avengers, and that made it almost impossible for you two to see one another. You first met Peter when Tony Stark recruited him to help with a mission. Peter preferred to work alone and stick to being a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. But the day you two met, there was an instant connection.

You ruffled your hair, trying to ease the sudden anxiety of forgetting the hangout. Reluctantly, you texted Peter back.

Sure, I'll meet you by the entrance.

A few seconds later Peter replied.

See you soon.

You pocketed your phone and fixed your hair after messing it up out of frustration. I suppose tonight wouldn't be so bad. After all, you were in need of a break after the eventful day. You walked out of the room into the hallway toward the elevator. Your fingers pressed the top button, and the doors grumbled open. You stepped inside and waited for the lift to arrive at the bottom.

Once you had arrived, you eagerly squeezed through the still-opening elevator doors. The anxiety and excitement of seeing Peter clashed inside you like swords on a battlefield. Your eyes caught him just walking in through the front entrance. He seemed to be struggling to stuff his mask into his jacket.

"Are you struggling a little bit there, Parker?" You snickered. "No, it just won't. Ah, I got it," Peter said. He turned to look at you only to be greeted with a tight embrace. Peter hugged you back, and you winced. "Oh, are you okay?" Peter gasped. "Yeah, I'm just sore from today. I'll talk about it later. But it's great to see you again, Peter. How have you-" An unwelcomed smell entered your nostrils, and you immediately asked, "Okay, why do you smell like pizza?"

Peter clearly embarrassed and turning red answered sheepishly, "Because I've been delivering pizzas."

"Wait, you're delivering pizzas now?" You asked almost a bit taken aback. "When did this start?" "Oh, I started a few months back," Peter told. A thought came to your mind and it made you snort. "Please tell me you've been swinging around in your costume when delivering them, oh please," you prayed. Peter smiled to hide his embarrassment as he admitted to it. You laughed, imagining how confusing it must look for New Yorkers seeing Spider-Man deliver pizzas. "Oh, my gosh, that's brilliant. I can imagine J. Jonah Jamerson is printing a front page for that one. Speaking of that, what happened to taking pictures of yourself for that knucklehead?" You asked, nudging Peter's side.

"I-I've still been doing that. The pizza delivery job is just some extra work." Peter explained. "How come?" You asked. "Well, it's just I've been a little bit behind on rent." Peter told.

"Do you need money?" You asked. "No, no, please, I can't take any of your money. I'll figure something out." Peter assured.

"Peter, if you need help, we -" Peter immediately dismissed your offer again. "No, it's fine, really. I have it under control." You breathed out through your nose to keep your sigh of frustration hidden. "Okay, but please, if you change your mind. We are all here for you."

"I appreciate it, Y/N, thanks." Peter thanked with a cute smile.

You pressed the button for the elevator doors to open. "Tonight, we're just going to relax and enjoy ourselves," you said. "Are you up for a movie and some board games?" "Sounds great, let's do it." Peter agreed. As you both entered the elevator, you pressed for the top floor.

"Is everyone here tonight?" Peter asked. You scratched an itch on your nose before answering, "Yeah, everyone's here. We recently got back from a mission in Sokovia." "Sokovia?" Peter repeated with a peak of interest dripping from his quirky voice. "Yeah, Wanda informed us of another Hydra base there," you explained. "Did you find out what they were doing there?" Peter inquired. "Not yet. We're still reviewing the data we saved before it was all wiped clean. But from what I could gather is that Hydra was running some kind of experiments."

"Experiments?" "What kind?" Peter asked. "Some kind of human testing. We were concerned about there being new super humans. But again, we won't fully know as half the data was destroyed when we began our assault."

"Mhm, so everything else is okay?" Peter asked. "Yeah, everything's... f-fine." You answered, not trying your best to hide the stress and worry for Wanda that was eating you like a cancer.

"Hey, you okay?" You glanced back up at Peter and stuttered with your explanation. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine just tired."

"Are you sure?" Peter asked again.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you whispered with a half convincing smile.

The mini screen in the corner of the elevator caught your attention. For some bizarre reason, the floor numbers seem to have frozen in time. But that's when you noticed the shift in Peter's expression. His eyes were wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Peter?" "Peter what's wrong?" You asked. Those few seconds felt like a lifetime time before Peter answered, "Y/N, something's wrong, something's -"

The elevator suddenly stopped.

You both froze in place, feeling the rumble of the elevator throughout your bodies. The lights from above flickered on and off until darkness followed. "What happened to the power?!" You exclaimed whilst frantically pushing the buttons on the panel. Nothing worked. Peter stepped toward the doors, prying his fingers in-between them. The young hero grunted with effort as he separated the doors. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Peter stepped out first, keeping his arm out in front of you in a protective manner. His eyes scanned the darkened hallway for any sudden movements.

"W-What's going on?" You muttered.

"Y/N, listen to me. There's something very dangerous nearby. Whatever it is, we need t-"

The thundering sound of clanging echoed through the floors above. You looked up toward the ceiling, listening to the deafening noises. But what came next was unlike anything you'd heard before. A loud screeching roar beyond human capability, and it made every hair on your body stand up. You started to hyperventilate, feeling the vibration of it throughout your body. "W-What was..." You choked out through your panicked breaths.

"Come on!" Peter exclaimed as he shoved the staircase door open. You raced after Peter with the adrenaline, igniting and fueling your body like a soldier charging onto the battlefield. As you climbed the stairs, the sound of gunfire and yelling was growing louder with every step. "Come on, Y/N!" Peter yelled from above. "We're almost at the top!" You leaped up the last set of stairs when you heard the screeching of Peter's shoes. You halted thinking Peter had come face to face with what was responsible. But as you looked up, there was nothing but what remained of the stairway door.

You slowly stepped up onto the walkway and inspected the scene of the crime. The door had been torn apart from the center and pulled inward. But what caught your eye made your heart skip a beat. Carved deep into the metal of the door appeared to be the workings of something with sharp claws.

"What could've done this?" You whispered.

Peter unzipped his grey jacket and swiftly took it off, revealing his tightly red and blue fitted costume. You turned away to look back at the door and bravely decided to investigate further. "Y/N, wait." Peter warned. You ignored it and squeezed through the gap in the door. Once you were through, your eyes gazed upon more of the same claw marks on the wall. Following the trail lead, you down the blackened hallway where the doors leading to the living room had been ripped clean off.

"Peter." You quietly called. Peter emerged through the gap and saw the carnage before him. "Oh my God." Peter gasped with wide eyes. "Okay, Y/N, I need you to listen to me. You need to get out of here and call Nick Fury. I'll go and investigate." Shaking your head, you argued, "No, I'm not leaving you here." Peter stepped closer and put both his hands on your biceps with a firm grip. "Y/N, please just listen to me. Whatever did this is dangerous. I sensed it before the power was cut. I can't let you get hurt." Again, you shook your head, ignoring Peter's reason. "I can't let you face this alone, I won't run knowing I could've done something." "Y/N it's too dangerous, and you don't have anything to protect yourself with," Peter pointed out.

"I'm staying." You repeated arrogantly.

Peter stared into your eyes. His expression was mixed between frustration, anger, and worry, knowing he couldn't change your mind. Peter pulled down his mask and repeated, "Okay, but promise me that the moment something happens to me. You save yourself. Promise me."

"I promise Peter." You answered confidently.

Peter nodded, and you both started to move cautiously toward the living room. He kept his arm out in front of in a protective manner. Anxiety made your hands clamy, and your heart thumped loudly in your ears as you entered the room.

Your eyes scanned the darkened area. There was no sign of anybody. Glass was scattered all over the floor, the couches and TV were tipped over, pieces of Tony's equipment broken and discarded like trash. Even one of the large windows had been shattered. It was like a battlefield. You continued following behind Peter with sweat dripping down your face like raindrops. When you felt something underneath your foot. You lifted your shoe off the object only to see it was a gun.

Natasha's gun.

You scooped up the pistol and checked it only to find the weapon had been completely emptied. Whatever Natasha was trying to bring down didn't surcome easily to bullet wounds.

Peter's eyes surveyed the area in front of him when he suddenly felt his spidey sense trigger drowning out his footsteps that came to a hault. You felt Peter's hand grab your shirt in a bone crushing grip. He whispered in a low tone, "Y/N, don't move." You froze like a statue, not daring to move another muscle.

Peter's breathing was shallow. His sharp spidey sense ringed loudly. Peter desperately searched for the threat, but there was nothing but the darkness that swallowed you both like a nightmare. The young hero needed to concentrate on where the threat was and quickly. Peter took a deep breath in and let it out. All went quiet. Peter's spidey sense homed in on the danger, and he moved his two fingers to the center of his web shooter before whispering the bone-chilling word.

"Run."

Peter shoved you out of the way. Emerging from the darkness were a pair of long tendrils that grabbed ahold of Peter's wrists and ankles like an octopus seizing its prey from within its lair.

You landed hard on the ground, crazing your cheek on the broken glass. Turning your head, you saw Peter pinned against the wall by the long, dark tendrils. Suddenly, one of the tendrils perked up and lunged toward you. Just as it was about to snatch your ankle, it was yanked back by one of Peter's webs. "Run, Y/N, RUN!" Peter groaned out.

You quickly stood to your feet and sprinted out of the room toward the stairway door. The sound of Peter's yellling traveled through the walls and followed you like a haunting spirit of mockery. The thought of what that monster was doing to Peter was too much bear, but you couldn't stop. You had to escape whilst Peter held it off.

The last flight of stairs was just below you now. You wasted no time and leaped down them, landing on your two feet. Grunting, you pushed the door open and sprinted toward the exit. You could make out the sight of the far-off street lights through the glass windows above the front door. Freedom was just ahead you could almost taste it.

Suddenly, you stopped hearing a loud rumble from above. The ground shook like an earthqauke was unfolding. Your eyes followed the sourace above when the ceiling collapsed, forcing you to retreat. You helplessly watched as Peter fell through the rubble. He reached out to fire a web to save himself, but it was too late. Peter crashed onto the title surface, cracking it. His body went limp as he laid trapped underneath a pile of rubble.

"Peter!" You cried.

You ran to Peter's side. But stopped upon seeing a dark shadow land in front of you and to your horror you saw it was...

Wanda.

No, it couldn't be. But it was indeed her. The right half of her body was consumed by a black and red substance that stretched all across the right side of her body like torn clothing. But the most disturbing feature was the right side, her mouth littered with rows of sharp fang like teeth.

You turned to flee. But Wanda was too fast. She raised up her right arm, and the black and red goo stretched across her hand like multiple streams transforming into a long tendril. It attacked with incredible speed and wrapped tightly around your throat. You kicked and squirmed as the oxygen supply to your lungs was cut off.

Wanda slowly turned you to face her and pulled you uncomfortably close to her face. Her wide pupils stared deeply into yours like a vengeful demon. "W-Wanda." You choked out in a pleading tone. The cold, slimey tendril tightened like an anaconda. All you heard leaving Wanda's lips was a chuckle that echoed through your ears.

As your world began to turn dark, you continued to thrash desperately, trying to break free, but you slowly felt yourself scumming to the sleep.

"Sweet dreams, little lamb."

#mcu #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #spiderman #peter parker #the avengers #symbiote suit #wanda maxmoff x y/n #thriller #suspense #marvel #y/n

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borbygorlinbbqworld · 8 months ago

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The Roommate - 1

When you were down on your luck, your best friend had really helped you out. Instead of being left homeless, you could roommate with Rob's younger sister, whom you hadn't seen in years.

"My only rule," he had warned, "Is no fucking her."

It hadn't been a thought you'd ever assumed would cross your mind at the time.

But boy, had the last few years been kind to Nea. No longer the little girl you and your friend teased for having glasses, she had really changed physically.

The day you met her again after all those years, you had to do your best not to stare. Even months later, it was still challenging not to.

But how could you not?

As she walked into the kitchen, her massive breasts swallowed up her torso, soaked at the teat. Each step jostled them, often making her nipples hard; of course, you only knew this because she refused to wear wired or padded bras despite her endowment. Her areolas puffed through the shirt too; what you wouldn't give to just squeeze them once...

She brought in a case of filled baby bottles be put in the fridge specifically reserved for milk. Your own fridge was scarce; after losing your home, money had been tight, and buying groceries had become a luxury.

"Shit, there's no more room..."

Of course there wasn't.

You admittedly didn't know much about breastfeeding or pumping milk, but you did know her supply was fucking insane. There didn't seem to be a single time of day when she didn't exude hormones, so it was no surprise her massive mommy milkers would have made a dairy cow jealous.

She turned to you, her eyes wide and doeful. "Did the hospitals not come to pick up today?"

You shook your head. "Bank holiday."

"Shoot." She looked down at the bottles of milk in the crate propped against her hip. "Do you have room in your fridge?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Thanks."

The sway and motion of her breasts as she walked was hypnotizing. She started putting away the bottles. "What are you up to, anyway?"

"I'm supposed to bring in a bread pudding dessert for work tomorrow, so working on that... and stressing out."

She finally finished loading all her milk into your fridge. Eight bottles after having already fed a growing baby seemed like a lot, yet her milk-stained shirt suggested she had continued to leak even after the pumping session. How fucking full must those huge--

"Jake?"

Your dick twitched at the sound of your name from her. Man, those tits were distracting.

"Y-Yeah?" You did your best to look away, hoping she hadn't seen you staring.

Again.

She walked behind you, and started rubbing your shoulders. Sure, they had been stiff from stress, but it was nothing compared to what you felt in your suddenly very restrictive jeans.

"I asked why you were stressed." As she continued rubbing your shoulders, you felt the warm squish of her breasts against your back.

'Don't you even think about fucking my sister!' It had been Rob's one rule; was it really so hard to keep from thinking about it? Your cock pressed against the fabric of your jeans, begging to get out.

Sidestepping away from Nea, you kept your eyes trained downward. "Oh uhh... I didn't have the money to grab all the ingredients I need."

"Maybe I can lend you some. What are you missing?"

"Whole milk."

"Oh shoot. I don't think I have any, I'm sorry."

Her voice was sincere; she genuinely was sorry for being unable to help.

"If... if you're really stuck though..."

You sighed. "I am."

A cute, almost devilish smile played on her lips. "Well, breast milk has a slightly higher fat content than whole milk. And you can technically bake with it."

Your dick twitched again.

Despite the eight bottles Nea had produced not even an hour ago, her tits somehow looked full. Her mammaries spilled out the front and sides of her tiny nursing bra, and her swollen areolas and nipples stretched it to being nearly see through. Just then, you notice blossoming damp spots where her nipples are trying to poke out just as much as your dick is begging to.

How were they so full already?!

Still, she couldn't be serious...

Yet there she was, offering herself...

Well, her milk, anyway. But fuck, that was still so hot...

She brushed her copper hair behind her ear, her cheeks a tinge of pink. "I-if you wanted, anyway. No pressure."

Your friend's voice, ranting about his rule played on loop on your mind. But was using his sister's breastmilk really the same thing?

"Okay, thanks. Should I use the fresh stuff or older in the fridge?"

You asked it, but the whole time, your gaze was transfixed on the wet patches that had started to drip from her shirt.

'Stop staring!' you chided yourself. You look back up at her eyes, pleading she hadn't noticed.

She very much did. With a smirk, she met your gaze, then looked down at her massive tits. Taking one in her hand, she massaged it a bit, making the blue veins more prominent each time she added pressure.

"I was thinking, maybe you wanted a taste test before baking with it." A spurt of milk gushed through the fabric of the nursing bra as she squeezed, no doubt mirroring the precum you felt moistening your boxers.

It was all you could do to stand there and breathe. All the blood from your brain had clearly vacated to the spot that had won over.

More over, you could barely adjust yourself when she finally noticed how hard you were.

She pulled the nursing bra over her massive breasts; it was the first time you'd seen her completely bare, and her dripping cherry nipples made you realize how dumb the promise to your friend had really been.

All you wanted was to suck that woman's teets dry, and to bury your cock and seed in her.

"Tell you what..." She grabbed your arm and led you to the living room. Despite each step being dainty, there was no way for her to walk without her tits swaying.

When she sat on the very last cushion of the couch, her breasts lay in her lap. She patted the seat right next to her. "Tell you what. It looks like we could both use some relief. Come; lay your head on my lap, and we'll kill two birds with one stone."

Your cock ached with the promise, begging you to submit to anything that may have led with her hands covered in your seed.

You nodded, but stayed where you were.

'Don't you even think about fucking my sister!'

Guilt must have crossed your features, because when you looked back at her face, she stared up at you innocently.

"Think of it as a favour to me." She looked down and pressed two fingers against an engorged blue vein; a tiny squirt of milk sprayed her lap. "If you don't, these will literally just be leaking all night again..." She looked up at you again, dew eyed. "Please Jake... I'm so full..."

Well, if she insisted...

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cupids-chamber · 1 year ago

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FOREIGN FEELINGS, Leona's quite unsure of what exactly he feels you, all of you.. It's irritating, he doesn't know how to feel… until, he finally realizes it all..

GENDER NEUTRAL READER / FLUFF | a/n . I haven't written in awhile so my writing will be a little rocky.. still hope you all enjoy it!

An annoyance—That's how he'd describe you, the words were something very familiar to him. Leona has never been a big fan of people like you... or rather, he has never met someone as downright pestersome as you. Always bothering and hindering him in times where he'd much rather not face you. Leona heavily dislikes how you seem to be everywhere he was, yet it all seems to be coincidental at first. But he couldn't shake off this feeling, it's not like the usual feeling he feels when seeing that stalking lurking, Pomefiore student in the trees, staring at him resting in the botanical garden.. no, the feeling he felt when seeing you around was different, a feeling he wasn't quite familiar with. It was foreign, and new... and he wasn't quite sure if he enjoyed such a feeling.

Warmth would rush to his face as you called out for him, you'd snark up a comment in response towards his annoyed groan… It didn't feel unpleasant, but it bothered him to hell and back. Your voice was a bit too familiar to his liking, he could tell when you were there, even as you spoke to someone else from behind him. Your voice was distinctive in his mind, he didn't know why.. or how!... How, he could realize your voice over his own, in a loud crowd of people and or students. Frankly, the idea scared him, a tinge of fear growing under his mush layer of hatred and other unidentified feelings, it was distasteful, how much he was okay with you around.

You somehow made him so mad, yet so comfortable? He hated how okay he was—He hated the fact that when you touched him, or got a bit too handsy for his liking, he didn't care. It wasn't even his first thought to move your hand away, or move away from you. Sometimes he wouldn't even notice that your hands were on him, until it moved away and when it was there for a bit too long, he'd make a noise of disapproval, and maybe say something distasteful. Yet, in the back of his head, he sort of.. enjoyed? that you didn't mind his condescending behavior and tone, and how you still continued treating him as you did so, despite his words and actions.

Leona cussed under his breath, when he realized you had taken his complaints to heart, and stopped being so close with him. He hated how annoying you were, how unbothered you were, while you so casually came into his life and created a dent in his ever so routinely lifestyle of lazing around. He now felt worried, and even stressed out, after he said something rude, it made him so fucking mad, now that he had to deal with these new foreign feelings, (Well rather then new, I’d say blocked out and suppressed feelings) alongside the feeling of being stressed and worried. It was all so new, and so... weird.. to him.

The way you came into his life, and began causing little changes into his routine and perspective, he was almost unaware of it but upon realizing it, he starts to beat himself up over it.... Why... why—.. just why, did he care about you, compared to the many students, spectacular or not, you were nothing special. Frankly, you were a hindrance—Someone, who kept on bothering him, over and over again, seeming to not get a hint of how much he'd prefer to be left alone. What part of his behavior were you not understanding?!?

Leona didn't seem to understand, why his stomach started to churn, and why exactly an underlying odd feeling began washing over him, when you hadn't shown up for the past couple of days— It's not that there weren't times where you had stopped visiting before.. but—.. and your usual meetings on campus were coincidental, of course… but he found that you were never in sight. It was odd, he had imagined this scenario before, and he usually saw himself laughing at the thought, even feeling joy… ‘perhaps that he was finally left alone… again’ he thought,... However unlike how he’d imagined things to go, all he was left with was a small bittersweet feeling, it didn't feel nice nor did it make him grin in victory.

Leona didn't know what to think, when he saw you again. Perhaps it was the way his ears quirked up when hearing your voice, or maybe the way his body felt relieved and a pleasant sigh left his mouth, when you visited the botanical garden during one of his many naps there. Or maybe... it was the way he felt his face heating up slightly, (nothing crazy!) and how his chest felt as if it was being wrapped up in warmth, while you greeted him. (with that comforting voice of yours) The gesture was short-lived, a fleeting moment, just like many of your interactions with him (which were still annoying by the way), but something popped inside him, and the little lion.. might've realized, that perhaps his little fleeting feeling of hatred, was one of love.

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atarathegreat · 4 months ago

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Gentle Moments John Price

It had been rough. Too rough. Finding out Hadir stole the gas, Farah's forces being put on the list, and then the kid at the embassy... Everything was crashing down on John all at once. All the frustration, all the rage, all the helplessness and issues that were left for him to clean up.

John threw his chair across his office, slamming it into the bookshelf and scattering books across the floor.

"Fuck me." John ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes for the large sigh that built in his chest. It was troublesome how his anger got the best of him. You had always scolded him lightly about how easily his fuse burnt out, often teasing him to get into a management class. He wouldn't ever do it, but he let you dream. This time his outburst was late in the night, not startling you from chores or reading, but startling you awake just on the other side of the wall.

"John!" The doors to his office burst open with you tying your robe together. John knew that underneath was your silk nightdress, barely covering those legs he loved so much. He hated the worry etched on your face, the dark circles under your eyes, "I'm alright, luv. Just... overwhelmed."

There wasn't anyone he needed to be with you. The captain, the soldier, Special Services. Here, at home, with you, John could just be John Price, a husband and human.

"Oh, my baby." You cooed. It was irritating, but it was your default to baby and comfort. John appreciated your enthusiasm. Despite his ire at your tone, he fell to his knees and hugged into your torso. It's an escape, in a way, for him to press his nose against the stupid fluffy robe you insist on wearing and your dumb stomach that he can't seem to bring himself to fill. A child? In this world? His grip on your robe only tightened as he vented every last frustration.

Emotions were a heavy thing, and while you had no idea what John had seen or been through, you assumed the worst. You only ever wanted the best for your husband, wanted him relaxed and be in his best mind. Sometimes his job made it seem like a fantasy to have mental stability. "How about you go shower and I'll get this mess cleaned up?" You lightly scratched your fingers up the back of his head, gentle scratches that would always ground him to the present.

All of your favorite books had hit the floor in his anger. It had taken you months of his first deployment of the relationship to get his home office set up. You wanted to surprise him when he came home, prove that it wasn't a bad idea to move you in with him. A small pang of sadness struck your chest as you realized there wasn't anything more you could do to help him. You could take care of the house, coddle him, be there and help clean up the messes, even make home stress free. But you could never take away the wars he saw, the trauma he held in.

You needed to face that you couldn't fix everything.

The wheels of his chair scrapped as you rolled it back behind his desk, thinking of anything else you could do to help. Again you came up empty handed.

"Luv, you're still in here?" John smiled from the door, "C'mere. I think I need a night of holding you."

Jesus, that fluffy robe drove him up a wall. "Get this off." His low laugh was enough to ease your guilt over what you couldn't do, "I hate this damn thing." He really did. It kept John from seeing those beautiful legs, the way your waist curved, and how sexy you looked in those thin night gowns, it gave him joy to toss the damn thing across his office. "C'mon," John grunted, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder, "I need a night of you in my lap."

Or, what you knew he meant, "I need you close so I can know that I'm not crazy and you're still here."

It wasn't any easy job that John worked, but he did it for all the right reasons. "I'll protect you, luv, forever." He always whispered. In exchange for his never-ending protection, you could spend as long as he needed in his lap, letting him listen to your heartbeat and stroke all over your legs as much as he wanted. Even if your leg went numb from his touch.

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obey-me-disaster · 2 years ago

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Matching Rings

A/N: I am really soft for Lucifer and I don't know why. Pray for me that I don't become a full on a Lucifer simp, I wouldn't be able to keep up with the amount of cards this old man gets.

Lucifer x gn!MC

!!Spoilers for the end of season 2 and beggining of season 3 of the OG!Obey Me!!

When it first came into your mind, the idea didn't seem that bad. It was rather romantic and a nice gesture, but now that you had the ring in your hand, you couldn't help but get embarrassed about the thought of giving it to him.

Since he told you that the ring of light was his most precious object and about how glad he is that you get to wear and be protected by it, you got the idea of getting him a matching ring. It only made sense in your mind. Since you're wearing a precious object of his that was thought to have been lost in the war. But now that you have it in your hand you couldn't come up with a way to give it to him without you being flustered. You weren't planning on asking for his hand in marriage, at least not yet, but the implications of giving him the ring it sure made you feel like it.

Since you got the ring earlier that day, you have been constantly pacing in your room trying to come up with a way to give him the ring. Each time you had to stop yourself cause it was leading no where and you could start feeling your face heat up. Over thinking about a date wasn't helping, simply leaving it on his desk was out of question, you did want to see his reaction after all. In the end all that was left, was for you to take a direct approach and just give it to him.

The only problem was that you couldn't really do it in the Serenity Manor, where his brothers could interrupt the two of you, so you decided to take him on a walk around the city. It wasn't often that he came to the human world. It seemed like an easy enough plan. Go on a walk, find a nice spot, give him the ring and explain it was only a nice gesture without looking to flustered and wait to get praised by Lucifer.

The plan was straight forward and simple, especially a few hours prior when thought about it. It still seemed easy when you convinced Lucifer to leave his work behind and to go out with you. But now, sitting right next to him, you could feel your face heat up and your hands starting to fidget. You didn't even notice that you've started to bounce your leg in a nervous manner, too caught up in your thoughts.

"For a walk that was supposed to be relaxing, you sure do look stressed" Lucifer commented as way to get you out of your constant over thinking. The startled look on your face at being caught was enough to get a chuckle out of him. "You don't think I haven't seen you fidget with something in your pocket the whole day? Or how you would open your mouth to say something only to close it and be all flustered afterwards?" The smug look on his face really belonged to the avatar of pride. If you weren't so caught up in the fact that he has seen right through, you would have wiped that smug smile on his face.

"And you've only decided to tell me about it now? If you knew I was trying to do something, why pretend that you didn't notice? Was I that funny to watch?" Usually when someone was trying to hide something he would call them out immediately. The fact that he let you go on your own pace was both a blessing and a curse and you couldn't decide which one it was.

"You didn't seem guilty or that you were trying to hide something bad, so there was no need for me to intervene in your plans" Lucifer said as a matter of fact. "But you were quite amusing to look at." Looking at the exasperated look on your face he couldn't help but laugh.

"You're making me have second guess myself about giving you that gift..." you sighed, closing your eyes as a way to compose yourself. You didn't really mean what you said nor were you mad at him, you were just embarrassed about having your surprise ruined like that. "A gift you say? Whatever it is that you have got me I am sure it will be something that I will treasure." Lucifer tried to reassure you.

Turning towards him you hand him the box with the ring. "Since you gave me the ring of light, I thought it would be only right if I got you a ring too, considering how special of an object it was for you." You mumbled the last part, but it was still loud enough for Lucifer to hear.

Humming to himself Lucifer put on the ring. "I guess it's good that I am not wearing gloves in my human world outfit. It would really be a shame to hide this from everyone." Slightly leaning towards you he kissed your forehead. "Thanks, my love, I really appreciate your gift." You were left staring at him with a dazed look on your face.

All the jittery feelings in your body were replaced by a soft warmth. "I am really glad you liked it, I spent a long time searching for one that would match the ring of light." You went on a small tirade about how you found the ring and how you also got his ring size behind his back, all too proud of yourself for a job well done, forgetting about how filled you were with anxiety not even five minutes ago.

Lucifer only stared at you fondly while nodding at certain parts of your story. By the time you were done he looked both amused and smug about something. "What's with that look on your face? You only have it when you're coming up with a punishment or when you find a new cursed record."

He merely smirked at you as he reminded of a detail that you have overlooked. The reactions his brothers are going to have when they see Lucifer having matching rings with you and all the conclusions they will jump too. You could feel yourself already feel light headed at the thought of them questioning if you proposed to Lucifer or anything like that. Surely Lucifer would be more than happy to stay out of the Serenity Manor for more hours, right?

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fyrewalkwithmee · 10 months ago

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Thin Walls Pt. 2

Special Agent Dale Cooper x reader

A/N: I'm sorry this is so long but it's all setting up for part 3.

word count: 1.9k

WARNINGS: angst, mean Cooper, flirting with minors, pining etc etc.

Thank you for reading, please let me know if you're enjoying the story, part 3 coming soon!

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Chapter 2, For the sake of the case...

You woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and relaxed. A nice change from the instant stress that had plagued you since you started the case in Twin Peaks. Your night of pleasure had helped you drift off into a well-needed deep sleep and you were excited to meet Agent Cooper, who would be waiting for you at your usual breakfast spot. You dressed, secured your badge and gun, and headed downstairs to meet your partner. You turned the corner in the reception, surprised and a bit concerned to see no sign of Dale or your morning coffee. It was unlike him to be late or break routine. You began to walk closer when you heard a familiar deep voice come from behind you.

"Good morning agent". you turned to find a tired-looking Cooper holding 2 cups of coffee and a baggie that you assumed contained some kind of breakfast treat. "I thought we would head straight to the Sheriff's station to prepare for the interrogation" You gave him an odd look, "Is everything okay Agent Cooper?" you asked suspiciously, "Yes. Why wouldn't it be?" he mumbled avoiding eye contact, his mind seemingly somewhere else. He started for the exit. "You just seem like somethings bothering you and to be honest with you Coops, you look like hell." you spoke with an amused tone, trying to put him at ease. He clenched his jaw at the nickname, something you had grown comfortable calling him over the past months and that he secretly loved. You neared the car and Dale unlocked the driver's side, stopping to reply to your observation. He lifted his head, finally making eye contact with you. His eyes were dark and something was hiding behind them, a look you'd never seen on him before but intrigued you nonetheless. He looked like he was going to say something important but decided against it replying with a dry, "I'm fine, okay?" he then swiftly slipped into the driver's seat. You were left standing outside the car confused and slightly aggravated by his blunt reply. You weren't sure what had gotten into him but you would find out. You needed openness and clear communication between the two of you now more than ever… for the case's sake of course.

His behaviour didn't shift at all during the ride to the station. Not when you commented on how beautiful the pines looked in the morning sun or when you jokingly compared an old married couple that were arguing in their front yard to Lucy and Andy from the station. All you got from him were faint "hmms" and nods of acknowledgement, you were becoming fed up. you didn't like this side of Dale but more than that you didn't like that something was bothering him and he didn't feel comfortable discussing it with you. You trusted each other with everything, that's why you worked so well together. Before you knew it you were pulling up to the station and you decided to just be upfront with your partner,

"You need to tell me what the hell is going on with you." He seemed taken aback by your forwardness, "Do I now?" he said almost teasingly, that dark look causing the tension in the car to rise. You felt a jolt of arousal shoot down your body. You knew it wasn't the time or place but there was something about how mean he was being compared to his normal demeanour that ignited a new level of want inside of you. You crossed your legs and shifted a bit hoping to extinguish the faint burning sensation. This seemed to affect him in some way as his hands clenched harder around the steering wheel and he looked forward, releasing you from his spell. "We're partners Dale if we can't talk to each other who can we talk to? We need to be completely honest with each other for the sake of the case." He scoffed ever so lightly at that last part, "If you really have to know, I didn't sleep very well last night." you were quick to reply "Is that seriously why-" but were interrupted before you could finish, "I kept hearing the strangest sounds coming from one of the other rooms."

You were quiet now, not liking where this was going. Dale leaned forward closer to your face as if to tell you a secret and whispered, "And they kept me up all night long". Your eyes widened and he gave you an amused smirk, "but thank you for your concern, agent." He snapped out of his cheeky and mildly flirtatious manner and exited the car, satisfied with his reply. You were flooded with embarrassment feeling completely exposed and not in the good way. All of a sudden you felt like you were glued to the chair and couldn't get out of the car. How were you going to face him knowing he was aware of your dirty little secret? Your mind raced with questions. What did he hear and how much? Was he ever going to look at you the same? how could you be so careless? To be fair you had made a habit of pleasuring yourself while on cases to relieve the stress but it had never been an issue until now. The walls of the old Great Northern must have been too thin to conceal your enjoyment. What were you to do?

Your panic was interrupted as two young girls walked past the car, they were deep in discussion and you saw their demeanours change when they locked eyes with you through the windshield. That must be Laura's classmates you thought all signs of your Dale predicament leaving your mind and your detective instincts taking over. You were reminded that there was a dead girl named Laura Palmer in a town called Twin Peaks and you had a case to solve, justice to serve. you got out of the car, took a deep breath and walked into the station. You tried your best to remain professional but your usual tactics of interrogation didn't seem to work on the young women seated in front of you. After almost half an hour of grilling the pair, you had gained no new insight on the night Laura died. You told the girls to stay where they were and left the room, meeting Dale and the sheriff outside. "They're not budging", you uttered, visibly disappointed. Harry could see you were down and an empathetic expression fell upon his handsome features. "It's okay detective you can't win 'em all" he spoke gently putting a comforting arm around your shoulder. He looked to Dale expecting him to give some further encouragement for the agent he so obviously felt deeply for but Dale's eyes were on the interview room door. Without saying a word he strutted past the two of you opening and slamming the door behind him.

“What is up with him today?” the sheriff asked bewildered, “I'm not sure” you muttered quietly looking down at your shoes, “Maybe you should talk to him. If he's gonna open up to anyone it's you. I'm gonna go grab us some coffee.” You thanked the sheriff with a smile and crept your way towards the interrogation room. It was common for you to watch Dale do his thing when you weren't in the room with him. You were always trying to learn as much as you could from your partner. Dale was standing behind the table across from the two girls. His arms were outstretched domineeringly with two hands leaning on either side of the desk. You could just make out the shape of his muscular back through his shirt as you watched him lift one hand and grab the chin of one of the girls. “What the hell is he doing?” you thought stepping closer to the small window. The girls were giggling at something he said as he casually rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, allowing his strong forearms to be on display. “Is he flirting with them?” you were beyond confused, not only was that way out of line and character for Dale but those girls were just children, barely seniors. You felt a wave of anger wash over you and another emotion began coursing through you getting stuck in your throat. Jealousy.

The students oggled at him like he was a God. You caught one of their eyes and tried to soften the irritated expression that covered your face. The girl made a comment to Dale and nodded towards you. All three of them looked over and Dale leaned closer to the girls, saying something that sent them into a fit of girlish laughter. At this point, you stepped away from the room having seen enough. It wasn't long before the door opened and the girls skipped away, bidding Dale a playful farewell. As soon as they were out of sight you pushed him against the wall,

“What on Earth was that?” you spoke venomously, “Whatever do you mean agent?” he smirked with a teasing glint in his eye. “Your behaviour towards those girls was completely inappropriate. You know what could happen if the bureau finds out an agent was flirting with underaged suspects.” Dale’s eyes flashed rapidly down to your lips and then back up to your eyes and suddenly you were aware of how close your face was to his. You backed away slightly but Dale moved forward so now it was your back against the corridor wall. “You're not…jealous, are you detective?” you scoffed at this, attempting to hide the fact that he could see right through you. “Don’t be ridiculous” you reply as he took a step back straightening his posture, “Great. I was only doing what I had to. You know for the sake of the case.” You internally grimaced at the way he punishingly mocked your earlier conversation. “Besides, don't you want to know what I found out?” The sheriff walked towards you balancing three cups in his hands, “what did you find out?”.

You entered his office as Dale began to explain, “The girls say that Laura may have been seeing an older man and was a part of some kind of club. The man in question, Benjamin Horne.” “Interesting” added the Sherriff, “Well let's call him in for questioning.” you blurted, excited about the new progression. “No.” Dale shut you down promptly, “We need to be sneaky about this. He can’t know that we’re on to him.” There was a moment of silence as the three of you thought about your next move, and then it hit you.

“He’s having a private party tonight at the hotel. We can get to him then.”

“Won't he recognise us?” questioned the Sherrif, “No it has a masquerade theme.” Dale turned to you “That’s perfect, great work agent! Sheriff get Lucy to organise some masks, tonight we party.” he exclaimed, his usual enthusiasm returning for a moment as you smiled at one another. You quickly headed for the car and discussed the game plan for the night for the whole ride back. It seemed that through all the excitement you and Dale had slipped back to your normal selves. As you reached the doors to your separate rooms Dale stopped you and asked “Agent, how did you know about the party if it's a private function?” You felt a mischievous fire ignite in your stomach. If Dale wanted to play dirty, you would too. “It was the strangest thing but Mr Horne went out of his way to invite me personally. Isn't that sweet?” You watched Dale’s face fall as you went to unlock your door, “I'll see you in an hour Coops.”

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mmmmmmmmhhhhh · 7 months ago

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The perfect picture

Sett x reader (fem)

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When you woke up this morning you would have never thought that your evening would have been spent like this.

You decided to pay Sett a visit, knowing how busy he was with the organization of the ring and who had to fight that night or not, you wanted to make him feel better, hoping that just your presence and the pastries you brought with you would have made him feel a little less tense.

The day obviously didn't end up as you imagined: when you arrived Sett was pacing left and right to try and make everything like it should be. All that stress partially dissipated when he saw you, only to ask you a tiny, little favour: to help him calming down. One could imagine basking the the other one's presence, eating something together and things like that. What you didn't plan was to have your guts rearranged from the inside by your boyfriend. You were bent over his desk, right in front on the door to his office... which you weren't even sure was locked. The idea of someone opening it and seeing you two only turned you on even more. He must have noticed your walls tightening around his length since not even some seconds later you were asked what you were thinking about. Unfortunately for you he didn't accept a whimper as an answer and only made you look at him by tilting your head back. The new position fortunately didn't last long, your bent back already in pain as he kept on pouding in you from behind. His grip on your hips never got gentler, not that you minded, but at that point you were a drolling mess, only sustained by his force alone.

"You don't know how good you make me feel doll, to know that only you can take me like this, even when you know how easy it would be for someone to come in right now" his words, whispered in your ear, only fueled your desire. After that his pace only got faster and after a moment you felt as if his cock, at this point basically kissing your cervix, was growing inside you. With your hazy mind you almost forgot that, as part vastaya, he had a knot. The thought didn't even have time to present itself in your mind that your lover decided to talk again.

"You know, it wouldn't be that bad if I knotted you up would it? Your womb flowing with my cum, the possibility of you carrying my children... now that would be a nice touch to the already perfect picture we make together". You would have liked to answer but your body betrayed you, his name kept being repeated like a prayer while your walls kept on fluttering around him, only making his cock unable to pull out, basically inviting him to do what he just proposed. Not even some seconds later you felt the warmth of his seed fill you up, as always it was too much for you to take it all, making part of it drop down your leg and unto the carpet. Small whines came from you, the sensation of fullness was too much, especially with his length still inside of you. After a moment his grip on you loosened, his hands rubbing gently over the red skin while he tried to pull out. When he finally did you felt even more of his cum leak from your hole, not having even the time to react he flipped you over, now sitting at the edge of the desk.

"Now we don't want any of this to go to waste no?" You could only nod, earning a "good girl" from him. His lips got close to yours, finally being able to kiss him after all this time, if it wasn't for your breath to be knocked out of your lungs when you felt two of his thick fingers push into you again, scooping up the cum that was dripping from you and repositioning it inside you. Your moans were blocked by his mouth, now completely against yours while the pace of his fingers never got slower.

At least if what he said would happen actually happened his mom finally stop pestering you about having grandchildren.

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atlas-coolbean · 2 months ago

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Who knew?

Tw: Self-harm

However cliche it is to say that the people with the biggest smiles are struggling the worst, Sodapop Curtis is the very definition of this. You'd never know by looking at the kid, no matter how close you looked. That boy is all smiles and laughs, he's always trying to cheer up and confront other people. That and he refuses to wear shorts that go above the knee.

He and Dally had gotten together about 3 months ago, it wasn't anything special really, Dallas handed Soda his ring and gave him an expectant look, Soda smiled and put the ring on and that was that. They were happy though you wouldn't know it looking at Dallas, I don't think that boy really knows how to smile.

It was a Saturday night and Soda and Dally were at Bucks just having a good time Soda had left for the bathroom and when he came back he saw Dally at the bar flirting with some broad. He wasn't doing it to be mean or to make Soda jealous, it was more of a past time to him, a hobby if you will. Soda however was hurt by his actions and not wanting to upset Dally he said nothing and instead just walked up behind him and gave him a hug.

"I'm tired Dally", Soda decided he wanted to go home and this was a surefire way of getting Dally to agree. He'd do anything for his pretty boy, although Soda didn't know the true extent of that.

"Alright pretty boy, let's get ya home then", Dally said turning around to face the boy. He looked at him with the fondest look he could conjure up, which it being Dally wasn't a lot, but it was enough for Soda.

They arrived back at the Curtis house and Dally walked Soda in like a good boyfriend should, Soda kissed him goodnight and told him he could stay if he wanted and then walked off to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Once in the bathroom Soda let his usual cheery disposition fall. He knew Dally wouldn't really cheat on him but with the stress of everything else in his life, seeing his boyfriend flirt with girls at the bar just so happened to be the final straw of night and so he sat down on the edge of the tub to try and calm his mind.Sometimes when everything was too much, he gets in this mindset, that if he could just make a cut even a small one, it would lessen his emotional pain. He felt that it calmed down his mind and stopped him from spiralling. What he didn't consider was that the self-harm was the end of his spiral.

He pulled out the blade he had started keeping on him for safety reasons and studied it. He argued with himself in his mind. He knew it was wrong and that he shouldn't do it, but the little voice in his head was growing. The one that told him if he cut it would make everything that much more bearable. As he undressed and exposed his thighs, he saw the old cuts, very few had scarred and the most recent ones were faded. Without thinking much he took the blade and opened it. He put it against his thigh and dragged it slowly pushing just enough to break the skin and cause some blood to seep out, the cut was small but it did the job. He repeated his actions a few times until he felt satisfied and then put the blade down and sat still, he knew he'd have to clean up his leg before putting his pajama pants on but he wasn't ready to face what he'd done.

Dallas had sat down on the couch and turned the TV on to a random channel but after 10 minutes he realized Soda wasn't back so he got up to go check on him and see what was takin' him so long.

"Soda, you okay in there?"

"Uh yeah I'm good Dally just got my pants stuck"

Dallas could hear the shakiness in his voice and knew he was lying to try and save face so instead of asking anything more he simply opened the door to find Soda sitting on the edge of the tub with blood running down his thigh. He didn't say anything, shocked. He never thought Soda would be one to turn to self harm to cope.

"Dally, it's not what it looks like I swear. Don't tell Darry please" Soda was practically begging him not to tell anyone for fear of what they might say

"Okay calm down pretty boy let me help you" Dally had gone uncharacteristically soft at the sight of his boyfriends struggling and turned to pull out the first aid kit from under the sink. He sat down in front of Soda with a wet cloth and started to dab at the wounds when he looked up and saw Soda with silent tears streaming down his face.

"Don't be mad at me Dally, I just- I couldn't help it I-"

"Hey, Hey calm down, no one's mad at you Doll I promise" Dally reassures Soda as he wipes his tears gently. "Just let me help you clean these okay?"

"Alright" Soda takes a few deep breaths to calm himself, logically he knew Dallas had no reason to be mad at him but he couldn't help worrying.

Dallas resumes wiping at the wounds before pulling out some disinfectant wipes.

"This might sting a bit" He holds out his hand for Soda just in case he needs some to grip. He takes the wipes and gently runs them across the wounds and Soda hisses in pain.

"Sorry Doll"

He throws the disinfectant wipes in the trash and gently bandages the wounds before standing up and holding his hand out for Soda again.

"You wanna go lay down?"

"Yeah. Yeah I'd like that"

Dally leads Soda to his bedroom and Soda asks pony to either go to his old room or the couch, to which pony doesn't look particularly pleased but obliges.

Soda falls asleep with his loving boyfriend holding him after he makes him promise to tell Darry tomorrow and to tell people when he's struggling instead of just putting on a smile. Dally promises not to leave Soda's side and Soda holds him close, nervous for the next day but knowing that it wouldn come sooner or later.

#the outsiders #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #dallypop #ponyboy curtis

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ot7stan4life · 9 months ago

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Siyeon (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

(1 part - completed ✅)

Word Count: 1435

Summary: After a concert in your home country, you are reminded of the sacrifices you were forced to make to become an idol and begin to doubt your decision. All it takes is a warm embrace and a few comforting words from one of the women you love to remind you that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Warnings: angst, brief implications of homophobia, fluff

The plain hotel room that greeted us when we got back from the concert venue was quiet and dark. I left it that way, just taking a seat in the far corner of the room, letting out a sigh when I was finally off my feet. Without a word, Siyeon slipped into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on not long after. For the next fifteen minutes, I stayed there, listening to the muffled sound of running water and allowing my mind to wander.

Touring was one of my favorite things I did as an idol. But it wasn't always as enjoyable as it should've been. The shows were fun, but those long periods in between concerts gave me too much time to think. Too much time to realize that I had less freedom as an idol. It had always been my dream to become a singer, but I never fully considered what I'd have to give up in order to fulfill that dream. Now I often wondered if it was even worth it.

Especially here in my home country where I'm reminded by the fans' unapologetic personalities of what I gave up. Had I stayed here and chosen any other profession, I wouldn't have to hide such a big part of myself. I'd be free to be who I was and live the way I wanted without fear. It was different for the other members because they grew up having to act that way. For me, it was still hard to adjust. And it hurt having to pretend.

My thoughts brought on an unavoidable feeling of stress that made my cheeks burn and I felt the need to get some fresh air. So, I stepped through the sliding glass door to the balcony and leaned over the metal railing, enjoying the feeling of the summer breeze gliding across my face. I was up high enough that the street noise was muffled by the wind. It was peaceful, but it made me feel lonely. As I took in the soft white surface of the moon, I couldn't help but feel trapped by my situation and wonder whether anyone else could possibly understand this feeling.

As if my negative thoughts were loud enough to hear, I felt arms wrap around me from behind only minutes later. At first I was startled by the sudden contact, momentarily forgetting I wasn't alone, but eventually I leaned back into her touch with a heavy sigh, knowing it was Siyeon. She put her head on my shoulder, her nose almost touching my left cheek, and I let my hands rest on top of hers. Being in her arms instantly made me feel better. It felt like her way of reminding me that I really wasn't alone.

"What's on your mind, jagi?" Siyeon whispered softly near my ear. The pet name made my heart flutter but the clear concern in her tone brought the negative emotions back. I hated feeling this way. Not just because it sucked feeling so lost, but because I hated making her feel helpless.

Sighing again, I looked out over the city wishing that everything was different. "I'm just wondering if I made the right choice becoming an idol."

I wanted to pretend that I was here in my hometown with Siyeon—not for a concert, not because we were idols in the same group—but because I invited her here on a trip to do something normal, like meet my family or go visit my favorite places from my childhood. I didn't want to be forced to worry about people taking pictures of us and starting rumors. I didn't want the obligation to act a certain way that comes with being famous. I didn’t want any of it. And I was nearly at my breaking point.

Without replying, Siyeon turned me around in her arms and put her hands on my cheeks. We stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring into each other's eyes and I felt so much love seeing the way she looked at me: Like I was the most important thing in the world. There was no doubt in my mind that she would love and protect me with everything in her for the rest of her life. And it wasn't even a question whether I would do the same.

"I know you wish things were different,” she smiled sadly, “I do too." Her voice was still soft as she rubbed her thumb across my cheek while her eyes took in every inch of my face. I wondered how she always knew exactly what I was thinking. "But look at it this way..." she stopped her gentle strokes against my skin and looked into my eyes. "If you hadn't become an idol," the corner of her lips tilted upwards revealing half of her beautiful smile, "you would've never met us."

Though I still felt the weight of my negative thoughts, her statement managed to make me smile. Through one of the most difficult choices of my life I may have been forced to conceal a part of who I was, but I still ended up finding seven of the most important people in my life. Even if I felt like being an idol had more risks than rewards, those seven girls made it worth it. At least I could be myself around them and they loved the part of me that I wasn't allowed to show anyone else.

"You're right," I whispered and leaned forward so that my forehead was resting against hers and our noses were touching. Even when I felt lost, she kept me grounded. She and the other members... they were where I belonged. Where I felt found. They were home.

"I love you so much, you know that, right?" Siyeon told me, her voice so quiet and fragile. She’d told me she loved me countless times before, but something about this one felt different.

"I know." And I did. I knew she meant it. And I knew what she meant. It was hard to explain, but I felt it too. We loved each other and the other members in a way that couldn't be defined. It wasn’t limited to platonic or romantic. It was more than that. We all loved each other so much that we couldn't bear the thought of living without one another. It felt like we were meant to be together. Like we were destined to meet. Like soulmates. And, as long as it was up to us, we would be together until the day we died.

Sometimes it felt like I didn't have the words to tell them how much they meant to me. And I think that's why Siyeon did what she did after I told her I loved her back... she kissed me. It was gentle and just enough to express how she felt. She’d never kissed me before, but it didn't seem any different than her hugging me or kissing me on the cheek. It was just another way for her to show how much she truly loved me. Bora and Minji did it often with me and a few of the other members who accepted it, but I knew it meant more to Siyeon.

Once it was over, I nestled my head in the crook of her neck with my arms wrapped around her torso. She pulled me close with hers around my shoulders and ran her fingers through my hair. I stayed there, breathing in her fresh scent and feeling completely content.

It didn't matter if the world never knew who I truly was, because they did.

**This imagine was transferred over from my Wattpad acc OT5Stan4Life**

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