#I’m gonna kill this drag- NO YOU’RE NOT!!! I WILL SHOOT YOU!!!

[thereweredragonshere]

Idk some weird assassin au I came up with fkn ages ago (this was drawn like 2 months ago and it was literally just so I could draw Hiccup with a gun. That’s it.)

[arieslost]

ok i don’t know if it’s just me who gets really giggly when it’s late at night but imagine laying in bed with lando and you’re just rambling about smth so stupid that it ends with you two just giggling at nothing. like getting full on stomach cramps from laughing but there wasn’t even anything funny to begin with

anon u and i are the SAME! once its past midnight i always end up becoming a victim of the late night sillies 💔

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1:30 am | ln4

you knew you were up too late when you nearly tripped over the loose edge of the blanket you and lando had been sharing on your way back to the couch, and when he had caught you before you could hit your head or anything, you started laughing.

“oh, no,” he’d groaned dramatically. “got the late night giggles already, huh?”

“uh-uh,” you shook your head, even though him saying the words “late night giggles” was enough to make laughter start bubbling up in your throat again.

something always shifted in you when the clock struck a certain hour at night, and lando had only been witness to it a handful of times before you moved in together.

now, you’d managed to get through the rest of the movie the two of you were watching without laughing, even if it meant biting your lip hard and refusing to make eye contact with your boyfriend. it was bad enough feeling his eyes on you every time he wanted to see your reaction to something that happened on the tv. making eye contact would just take you out entirely for no reason whatsoever.

which is why you think you’ve successfully avoided making a fool of yourself when you’re both finally laying in bed with the lights out at the fine hour of 1:30 in the morning.

“you’re so far away,” lando grumbles, dragging your body into his so his one arm is around your shoulders and your face is nestled in his neck.

“better?” you ask, smiling when he shivers as your lips brush his skin.

“mhmm.” he’s quiet for a moment, running his fingers up and down your arm. “you’re gonna come to miami, right?”

“yeah, if you want me to.”

“what kind of question is that, babe?” he cranes his neck in a way that tells you he’s fixing you with a judgy look even though you can’t see each other.

you shrug, feeling the giggles building up again for no reason whatsoever. “i dunno.”

“obviously i want you there, why wouldn’t i?”

“i dunno,” you repeat. “it’s miami. maybe you just wanna party with all your homies.” and just like that, you’re laughing again.

“oh dear god, here we go,” he sighs, pressing his lips together to repress his own laughter as your body shakes against his. “my homies? when have i ever referred to any of my mates as my ‘homie’?”

he sounds so incredulous that you laugh even harder. “oh, you’re so british! i can’t call them your mates, lan. it sounds too weird.”

“so homies is the word you went with? why can’t you be normal and just say my friends?”

“why can’t you be normal and say your friends?” you shoot back, and that does lando in.

“it’s not funny,” he tries to admonish, and it’s entirely true, but it’s a moot point when you can barely understand him through his laughter.

“stop laughing then!”

“you stop!”

naturally, that makes you both laugh harder still, to the point where you have to roll away from him, clutching your stomach from how badly all the laughing is making it hurt.

“i can’t breathe,” lando gasps from behind you.

“stop laughing,” you repeat. “you’re killing me.”

“i think i’m dying,” he continues like he didn’t hear you, and he honestly might not have because your face is half shoved into your pillow in your attempts to stifle yourself.

a few more minutes go by of the two of you absolutely losing your minds before you’re finally able to catch your breath.

“ow,” you whine, holding your stomach. “i think i just grew a six pack.”

“i think mine just became ten times more defined,” lando says, voice raspy from all the exertion on his vocal chords.

“ooh, lemme feel.”

“absolutely not, because you’re going to tickle me,” he grabs your wrist out of thin air. “i know your tricks, baby. i’ve laughed more than enough tonight thanks to you.”

“not my fault you’re weird and british.”

“i love you,” he says sweetly, pulling you back towards him and kissing your forehead. “now’s where you say, ‘i love you too.’”

“i love you too,” you reply dutifully, blindly reaching for his face so you can kiss him properly. “even though you’re weird and british.”

he kisses you again. “i thought it was especially because i’m weird and british.”

you snuggle into his side, now thoroughly exhausted. “please don’t make me laugh more, lan.”

you both know he’s right, of course, but you usually need to have the last word, so he lets you get away with it. he does love you, after all, even though you had him in stitches over nothing at 1:30 in the morning.

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[seresinhangmanjake]

What if feyd's wife brought up the idea of having another child? How will he react? I loved his boy and all of your fics btw. You're a great writer!!!

Feyd-Rautha x wife!reader

Summary: You want another baby, but after what happened with your first pregnancy and birth, Feyd is hesitant. 

Warnings/Notes: Thank you for your kind comments, anon. I hope you like this! Mentions of smutty stuff but not anything extreme. I'm still gonna go with 18+ though. I don't think there's anything else. Typos, I'm sure. This is also part of the His series, but you don't have to read it first.

Words: 1400

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Your bottom lip is worn raw. You’ve spent three hours nibbling on the delicate skin as you stare at the ceiling, waiting for the sun to rise. When it finally does, your little boy stirs in the bed between you and Feyd—nightmares, poor thing—but he quickly settles back into sleep, his lips parted with light snores. 

Iron seeps onto your tongue. Swiping your finger over your mouth, it pulls back coated in red. “Wonderful,” you mutter.

“What did you do?” Your husband asks, making you gasp and shoot up in bed. He chuckles, his brow drawing close at your skittishness. Careful not to disturb Fionn, he pulls back the covers and walks over to your side. His palm cups your chin. His thumb runs over your lip, collecting a droplet before sticking it in his mouth with a wicked grin that makes you playfully roll your eyes. “Morning,” he says, leaning in to kiss you. 

You press a peck to his lips. “Morning.”

“That’s all I get?” 

You debate not doing this, not dragging down another morning, but you can’t help it. It's an impulse at this point. Unable to be contained. 

“I want to talk about it,” you say.

Feyd’s features solidify into stone and he straightens his spine. “We already talked about it,” he replies before turning for the bathroom. You hop up and follow after him, closing the door behind you as Feyd twists a knob so water can cascade into the deep tub. 

“I want to talk about it again.” Ignoring you, he puts his hand under the water to test its warmth. “I’m not going to let it go.”

“No, you’re not, are you.”

“You honestly don’t want another one?”

“What I want is my wife alive,” he says as he strips off his silken sleep pants. “I already had to watch you die once.”

“I didn’t die.”

Feyd’s chest inflates. He’s been holding in an explosion for days and you don’t know how long he can manage that. “Fionn won’t be up for hours,” he says, getting into the tub and finding a comfortable position. “Come join me.”

“Feyd–”

“Clothes off.”

You sigh and slide the straps of your nightgown down your shoulders until it falls to your feet. With your hand in Feyd’s, you step into the pool of heated water and get cozy with your back to his chest. You lean your head against his shoulder as he takes hold of both of your hands, his fingers playing with yours. 

“I didn’t die,” you remind him, keeping a softness to your voice. You tilt your chin back and plant a kiss on his jawline to ease the truth of your argument so it doesn’t induce a bout of rage. You’re good at that, after years of dealing with his fits. 

“I thought you did,” he says. “For a moment, I felt it as if you did.”

“I know, but–”

“What if it were me?” he says, and your heart leaps into your throat at the suggestion. “Would you want me doing something again that almost killed me the first time?”

That's not exactly fair, and you want so desperately to spit those words right back at him. It’s not as if you haven’t had to catch your breath once or twice when he goes up against a prisoner who has not yet lost the skills that came from years of training on their home planet. You’ve cleaned up a few nicks on your husband’s skin from a blade, and yet, he continues to fight without you saying a word about it. Even if it went against your wishes, he would continue. 

“I watch you in the arena all the time,” you tell him.

“That’s not the same. You know I’m going to survive,” he says, and you hate that you can’t argue his point because you do know that. He’s too skilled. The nearest he’s come to serious harm—harm that would not have even come close to resulting in his death—was against an Atreides. And while it was a harder fought duel, there was nothing sloppy about it. Feyd still ended the life of that man with the beautiful maneuvers of a practiced warrior.

Reaching for the last bit of logic you can, you say, “You don’t know that I won’t survive.”

Your husband groans, a rumble that vibrates against your back. “I don’t know that you will,” he says. “Don’t you understand that? I need you. Fionn needs you.”

“Feyd–”

“I love you and you would dare to leave me. You’re fighting me on this for the second time now.”

You swallow hard, trying to remove the lump in your throat, before you twist your body so you’re facing him. The water sloshes over the edge of the tub as your legs straddle his hips, but neither of you give the mess and ounce of attention. Your fingers weave at the back of his neck. 

“I’m not leaving you,” you tell him. “I’m not leaving Fionn. I just want to bring more into our lives.”

“We don’t need more,” he says. “I don’t want more.”

His words poke a needle through your chest and into pumping organ behind your ribcage. “At all? You’ve never imagined it? A brother for Fionn? A little girl you could train to be as strong as you?”

Feyd’s eyes fall from yours. His fingers tighten at your waist. “Stop it,” he demands, and by the way he continues to avoid your stare you suddenly see that he has, in fact, thought about it; that it has been considered. All this time, you’ve assumed he brushed off the idea without so much as bothering to picture what another child would be like for your little family. But no. You were wrong. And you wonder what images of that future he’s conjured up in that mind of his. What scenarios he’s denied the possibility of simply because he is scared. 

“You have imagined it.”

Feyd huffs. “So what?”

“What’s it like?”

“Without you?” he asks. “Miserable.”

“And with me?”

Your husband takes a deep breath that exhales as a slow but heavy stream of air through his nose. “I told you to stop.”

“I can’t.” You press your forehead into his. His arms wrap around your waist and pull you in closer. “Feyd, I can’t. Can’t we just try?”

Feyd leans back and looks up at you, examining your features with an intensity that suggests he doesn’t already know the shapes and planes of your face by memory. It brings forth a blush that heats your cheeks; a blush he’s always able to work out of you, one way or another, even after nearly seven years together. It makes you want to make your baby right now, and if he agreed, and if your son was not sleeping just in the other room, you would. You’d touch him and harden him and slide down onto him, writhing and shifting your hips until he was groaning and filling you. 

“Please,” you whisper. Your hands plant on his cheeks. Your thumbs run across the sharp edges of his cheekbones and you move in to capture his lips in a kiss that then travels to his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. “Please,” you say between more kisses. You say it again, punctuating the word with a little nibble on his collarbone. 

Feyd shifts underneath you. You can feel him grow thicker against your core. With a suck in of air, he pushes your hips down harder onto his lap, but then he holds you still. And it’s for the best. You weren’t trying to start something anyway, not here, not now. 

“We’ll talk to the doctor,” he says as you rest your head into the crook of his neck. Relief floods your whole body. “But if he says no, then it’s not happening. And if he says yes but then something happens to you, I’m killing him, so you should be prepared for that.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me,” you swear to him. And you do believe that, genuinely, in your heart of hearts. “And I’m always prepared for you to end someone's life. I wouldn't have married you if I thought you'd be any different.”

Feyd almost chuckles. “You didn't have a choice in marrying me.”

“Yes, but I wanted to marry you anyway,” you tell him. “Murder and all.”

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A/N: thank you for reading. Let me know what you think. If you have any ideas or thoughts on the His series, I am open for requests.

[shotmrmiller]

PAUSE! OH MY GOD. writing a soap smut got me thinking. 

As a medic in base, you see the 141 guys all the time. Whether in passing or because they get injured, you’re always interacting with them. Your particular lack of response at Ghost’s irritated glare after reprimanding him for being unable to keep his stitches intact during training is what solidified your friendship with Johnny— what Soap tells you to call him.

Every time Johnny goes out, he likes to drag you along and this is where you notice peculiar interactions between him and Ghost.

The way Ghost gives Soap Johnny his full attention when he’s speaking, turning his entire body to face him, even if it’s something completely trivial. Or how Johnny stresses over Ghost who’s injured on your med table and Ghost will comfort him. When going on a mission, if one goes, so does the other.

You wonder if there's something else going on.

—

You get your answer.

One day you’re knocking on Johnny’s door because it wouldn’t be the first time he’s tried to weasel out of a physical. You’d think getting shot would hurt more than a vaccine but here you are— about to twist his scottish ear off. The door finally opens, and you barge in because you aren’t about to cause a scene in the middle of the hallway when you freeze. 

Ghost is in Johnny's room, lying on the bed. If looks could kill, Ghost’s would’ve leveled the base. And he’s naked under the sheets— if that tree trunk-sized bulge is what you think it is. It doesn't even look hard. Bloody hell. 

You shift your gaze towards Soap, and your eyes drop— he's clad in nothing but a towel that hangs dangerously low on his hips. 

Massive. These men just walkin’ round with weapons in their pants.

Shaking off those thoughts, you shift your attention to his face.

“Meet me at the clinic in 10 or so help me god, Johnny.” and walk out the door.

You hear a muffled "Yes ma'am" , and a hiss escapes your lips.

That cocky smile Johnny had means he definitely saw you ogling them. 

—

A week passes and it’s a friday. You can’t wait to lock yourself in your barracks room and watch movies the entire weekend— you plan to start as soon as you're off the clock.

And then other medics twist your arm into going out for drinks.

Now you find yourself seated at a table in a lively bar, indulging in shots of tequila. As you glance around, your eyes catch sight of Soap and Ghost standing near the bartender. It appeared that some woman is talking to Johnny and he has a polite, detached smile on his face. Always too kind to strangers.

Then she starts caressing his thigh.

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline. Right in front of Ghost’s salad? You lock eyes with Ghost and he looks murderous. Jesus.

You usually don't stick your nose in others' business, but if you don’t intervene, Ghost might actually kill her in her sleep. Besides, tequila has always made you bold.

With a confident stride, you make your way towards Johnny and remove that woman’s hand before settling yourself snugly on his lap— and you wrap his arms around your waist.

“And who is this?” you ask Soap, but the girl questions back.

“No. Who are you?” 

Bitch. 

Curling your upper lip, you answer, “I’m the one he comes in every night hoping it takes. Now leave before I make you,” completely ignoring the massive bulge pressing up into your arse.

She looks at you with a bewildered expression, but doesn't move so you finish off with, "Try it. Just a warning though, it'll be hard to fight when the fight ain't fair."

You cock your head to the side with a taunting expression and the woman scoffs before walking away. Noticing she left her almost full drink behind, you give it to the bartender to toss in the trash. She's just gonna have to get another one.

Your act comes to an end, so you shift to stand up— and realize that the arms encircling your waist tighten, keeping you on his lap. His clothed cock.

“Ye didnae think we’d let ye go after yer little show, did ye?” 

Unless Johnny’s speaking french, he just said we. You'd be nervous but you aren't about to decline what could be the best sex of your life. The want you feel in Soap's pants has you riding a certain high— it makes you feel confident.

Grabbing onto the edge of the bartop, you swivel the stool you're on to face Ghost. 

“And this okay with you? I wouldn’t be stepping on any toes, or nothin’?”

Ghost swiftly lifts you from Johnny's lap and places you onto his own.

“Does this answer your question?” and draws you closer before grinding his erection against you.

And it sure as hell does. Slapping the counter, you ask for some water. If this night is going to end with you sandwiched between these two, you want to remember all of it.

reader's a boss ass bitch. GET IT CHILE.

[ayyy-pee]

𝟛 𝕀𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕒 ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕕

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto x Female Reader

WC: 5.4k

Summary: It's Satoru's birthday. And you give him the best gift he could ask for.

Story Warning: Established Relationship, Smut, Threesome, Blowjob, Mutual Masturbation, Female Masturbation, Male Masturbation, Cum Eating, Profanity because come on..., Anal Sex, Ass Stuff, Vaginal Penetration, Vaginal Fingering, Cute Lil Nicknames, Oral Sex (M/M), Oral Sex (F/M - female receiving and male receiving), Creampies, Gojo Satoru moaning and groaning and whimpering and whining and..., Three way Sex??, Suguru Getting Fucked in the Ass While He Fucks Reader - HELP!!!

Art by: Ilameys (Twitter)

It’s Satoru’s birthday.

And currently, he’s receiving the best gift he could have asked for from his sweet girlfriend. It’s incredible, practically has him on the verge of tears. He's so grateful for you.

When you’d first come to him with this proposal, honestly? Satoru was wary. This could change things for you both, in either a good way or bad. But, the most surprising part was that Satoru still ended up saying yes. And it’s a good thing he did because he’s not finding it in himself to be able to regret it when you’re doing that with your tongue.

“Oh, you’re gonna fucking kill me.” Satoru’s head lolls back, mouth opening slightly as a soft groan leaves his lips. Right now, he’s sitting on the edge of his bed, legs spread wide as he lets you have your way with him. You’ve got your pretty lips wrapped around his most sensitive area, slowly working him closer and closer to his release.

You hum sensually around him and his back stiffens, the vibration of your voice shooting straight through his cock and up his spine and it’s got his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Ah –” he pants, hand coming down to find purchase on the back of your head. He pushes your head down, forcing your throat open to take his entire swollen length down your throat until you’re gagging and squeezing around him and he’s whimpering, hips thrusting up mercilessly. 

“Like that, baby.” He whines, watching how you sputter and choke on his cock. “Just like that. Fuck, you’re gonna make me–”

A pair of arms wraps around Satoru’s shoulders from behind just before a warm pair of lips press a kiss to his temple, along his cheek, a hot tongue dragging along the shell of his ear. And Satoru thinks he really might cum down your throat until he hears a soft –

“Easy, Satoru.” 

It’s immediate, the way he releases you and you come up for air with a rough gasp. Your hands find Satoru’s throbbing length automatically, stroking him lazily as you catch your breath.

“Thank you,” you choke out, voice hoarse from the abuse your throat just took. “He almost fucking killed me.” You scowl at Satoru who scowls right back before he pouts.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He coos down to you gently. He runs his fingers over your cheek softly. “Just got excited about my birthday present.”

There’s a quiet chuckle behind him and a large pair of hands come down to run along Satoru’s bare chest. “Be gentle, Satoru. Don’t wear yourself out before I get to have fun with you.”

Those lips trail sweet kisses along Satoru’s jaw before moving down his neck, all while those hands find his swollen length. Satoru’s head falls back again, a deep groan following. His pleasure overtakes him. So much so that he doesn’t notice the bed shifting with movement. Doesn’t notice when you release your hold on him to trade places. Doesn’t notice when you move onto the bed behind him and lick along the pulsepoint in his neck.

It’s only when his cock enters the wet cavern of another mouth that his eyes shoot open and his back arches against you at the same time his hips rut forward. The sensation is overwhelming, just as good as you, but different. Has him seeing stars in the best way. His gaze falls to his lap, eyes connecting with a pair of golden orbs peering up at him just as his tip nudges at their throat, slipping even deeper once they open up for him.

“Fucking hell, Suguru,” Satoru grits. You’re biting down on his neck, sucking lightly, marking him and Satoru’s eyes roll back again. The vision of Suguru buried nose deep in the tuft of white hair that sits between his legs as he takes Satoru down his throat…You touching him, kissing him, moaning lustfully in his ear…Suguru’s muffled groans…It all has his head swimming, has his heart beating thunderously in his ears.

Satoru turns his head to the side, catching your lips in a fiery kiss and your hands fly to his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue delves deep into your mouth. He claims you greedily, grunting and panting into you, nipping roughly at your lips, already swollen from Satoru fucking your face just moments before. 

This is heaven, Satoru thinks. Pure fucking nirvana. He would have never guessed that he’d be ending his birthday like this. Being catered to by his girlfriend and his best friend. It’s a dream come true. He only hopes every birthday after is just like this one because if you ever ask to do this again, he’ll agree without hesitation.

It’s all so incredibly obscene – the view of you three pleasuring each other. The sounds coming from the three of you. Suguru moaning and slurping as his head sloppily bobs up and down on Satoru’s dick. You, whimpering into Satoru’s mouth after every wet kiss.

“You taste so fucking good, ‘Toru,” Suguru rasps quietly after coming off Satoru’s cock with a loud POP. You hum in agreement, suddenly breaking the kiss and leaving Satoru chasing your lips with a whimper. It’s so cute, his hair disheveled and cheeks dusted an adorable shade of pink.

You giggle when he tries to reach your lips again and you gently comb your fingers through his snowy locks. It has Satoru shuddering beneath your touch.

“He does, doesn’t he?” You ask the man between your boyfriend’s thighs, pouting as you watch Satoru lean forward again, desperately trying to get to your mouth once more. So you take pity on the poor man and give him a soft peck to appease him. “He tastes so sweet. Right, Sugu?”

You gaze down to watch Suguru nod, running his tongue flat from the base of Satoru’s cock to his head, where a shiny new bead of precum begins to form. He wraps his lips around the angry red tip and sucks greedily, taking every drop he can. It has Satoru falling back on the bed, sucking in a sharp breath, a string of curses shortly following.

“Is Sugu doing a good job, babe?” You coo, still running your fingers through his hair. Satoru nods quickly, a high pitched “mhmm” rushing past his lips. Meanwhile, Suguru has now taken to delicately catering to Satoru’s balls with his tongue, lapping and suckling his sack while his fist pumps his cock.

“Gonna cum, baby,” Satoru softly, his hips thrusting into Suguru’s hand as he chases his high. You dip your head, kissing him sweetly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum,” his voice rises, abdomen tensing as he feels his release quickly rushing from his balls.

You turn your attention to Suguru who laps hungrily at Satoru’s tip. “Open up, Sugu.” You tell him and Suguru opens wide, groaning when Satoru’s hips come up one last time before you watch thick ropes of cum spurt from his tip and land on Suguru’s tongue. Satoru’s thighs shake with his release, a garbled string of curses falling from his lips. And you caress his skin gently, whispering sweet words to him, talking him through his release.

Satoru thinks this must be such a sexy sight for you – watching your boyfriend unravel beneath the touch of his best friend. He can tell by the way you squeeze your thighs together as you speak to him, seeking some sort of relief. It’s so cute how you’re getting off watching someone else get him off. But he wants you to feel good, too.

So he reaches for you, his large hand squeezing your thigh, voice choking out, “C’mere” while Suguru presses soft smooches to Satoru’s softening cock. Your boyfriend pulls you towards him, tapping your legs, indicating what he wants you to do – spread them and sit on his face. 

And who are you to deny the birthday boy?

You move to position yourself over Satoru, facing the head board, but he stops you, twirling his finger in the air, a goofy grin splayed across his face. “Turn around.” His voice comes out rougher than he means for it to, but he’s trying really fucking hard to hold it together because at the moment, Suguru’s nimble fingers are caressing along his inner thighs, his thumb is brushing against Satoru’s hole and Satoru’s hips are bucking up on instinct. He’s already getting hard again, but he’s still so sensitive from his last release that he fears he might cum again, and soon if Suguru keeps it up.

You turn, now facing Suguru and watching his ministrations that have your boyfriend squeezing onto your thighs for dear life. “Want you to watch me fuck his mouth while you fuck mine.” He tells you.

You sigh softly, try to squeeze your thighs together again to find that sweet relief you’ve been getting while watching Suguru suck your boyfriend off, but Satoru’s head blocks your way. He laughs, smacking your ass harshly and pulling a loud yelp from you just before he pulls you down to his face.

The force has you falling forward, quickly catching yourself so that you’re now on all fours, inches away from Suguru’s face. His golden eyes look up into yours as he hollows his cheeks before he swallows your boyfriend’s cock all the way to the base again. At the same time, Satoru growls into your core, sucks at your swollen clit, eliciting a pornographic moan from you that echoes throughout the bedroom.

Suguru is so good at that, at taking all of Satoru. You love the way his tongue flicks at his tip, how he laps at Satoru’s pretty dick with his pink tongue, how his eyes bore into yours while he has Satoru whimpering into your sopping cunt. And on the other end, you wish it was you making Satoru’s legs shake, making him thrust involuntarily into your mouth, making him cry out when you suck him just right.

It’s driving you crazy.

And Suguru must know it because his eyes never leave yours. You can tell he’s enjoying this, too, his eyes narrowing with joy when your mouth falls slack as Satoru runs his hot tongue along your folds. Satoru takes your clit into his mouth again and sucks, moaning into your cunt when you gush onto his tongue.

“Ah, Satoru, right there, baby. Shit –”

It’s Suguru who moans in response, watching as Satoru eats you out while his friend now lazily strokes his cock.

“You’re fucking sexy,” Suguru sighs, eyes raking over your body before landing on your mouth. He bites down on his lip and you can see his mind going a million miles a minute right then. He leans forward, softly licking Satoru’s tip before he asks. “Can I kiss her, Satoru?”

Your eyes widen just slightly when Satoru lifts you off of his face. “Only if she wants to,” he grunts before he’s back to devouring you like a man starved. Suguru’s eyes are still locked onto you.

“Is that okay with you, pretty?” He asks, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth so he can tap Satoru’s cock against it. “You wanna kiss me?”

Your breath hitches and you mewl quietly, fists clenching the sheets on either side of your boyfriend. Suguru’s lips are so pretty, so swollen from sucking Satoru off. He’s so fucking sexy. You want to kiss Suguru so badly, it has you clenching around Satoru’s tongue as he thrusts the muscle into your walls. So you nod eagerly. Yes, you want to kiss him. He knows you want to, but Suguru is so much like Satoru that you know what it is he wants. He wants you to say it. 

“I–” you bite back a moan as Satoru licks a fat stripe over your clit at the same time Suguru licks one up Satoru’s dick. “Wanna kiss you, Sugu. Wanna kiss you so, so bad.”

A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest and he stands, closing the gap between you. He doesn’t kiss you just yet, though. He just watches you with hooded eyes, your chest heaving with each heavy pant as Satoru wrecks your pussy with his tongue. It’s then that Satoru decides to slip a finger into your tight hole, groaning when you cry out his name and clench around his thick digit.

And Suguru takes advantage of the moment, quickly leaning forward. His mouth claiming yours, swallowing every cry of Satoru’s name. Your head is spinning, the familiar taste of Satoru on his tongue mixed with his foreign one making your heart race. Suguru holds your face still while he slides his tongue along yours, bites your lip, grunts into your mouth. His free hand finds one of your hands and places it on Satoru’s length, wrapping your fingers around your boyfriend and using your hand to jerk him off.

“Good girl,” Suguru purrs against your lips and both you and Satoru let out a pathetic whimper. Suguru’s lips are back on yours immediately, his hand guiding you along Satoru’s cock, squeezing at the tip before sliding back down to the base. “So good, sweetheart.” He lets go of your hand, kissing you before he stands and takes his own cock in his hand. “I saw the way you were taking Satoru’s dick in your mouth earlier. Can you do it again for me?”

Satoru smacks your ass, pulling back just enough to mutter, “show him, baby. Let him see how you take my cock down your throat.”

You think you and Suguru are just as good. Hell, Suguru could probably give you some pointers but who gives a fuck about any of that when you’ve got your boyfriend’s face buried between your legs and his best friend’s dick in your face, begging to watch you please your man?

You fist Satoru’s cock, squeezing hard and reveling in the way he gasps into your core. Then your lips wrap around his length, eyes set on the way Suguru stares down at you. He strokes himself, tongue poking his cheek as he watches you in amusement.

“Cute,” Suguru mutters, smiling when Satoru hums.

Satoru pulls away from you again, brows pinching together as he tries to catch his breath while you take him down to the hilt over and over again. “Fuck, baby. Suck my fucking dick, just like that,” Satoru rolls his hips up and in this position, he’s so much deeper, you’re struggling not to gag before he’s even touched your throat. “You’re so – ah, ah, shit – oh, you’re so fucking good. Such a good fucking girl for us.” 

He’s gasping desperately now, words catching in his throat and coming out as broken sobs and he pushes his hips up into your face, wanting more. But Satoru thinks he might cum again soon if you and Suguru keep swapping his dick like this. His balls already feel so tight, ready for another release.

He can hear the wet slap of Suguru fucking his hand as he watches you suck him off, as Satoru eats you out and it has his mind lighting up with ideas. Satoru wants you, of course. He always wants you, but he wants Suguru, too. And as his eyes watch Suguru get off watching you, clear desire in his eyes, Satoru thinks he has a solution that will make you all very happy.

You’re halfway down his shaft again when Satoru taps your thighs, signaling for you to get up. You do so immediately, Suguru slowing his motions, though his chest still rises and falls rapidly as his eyes stay locked on you. Satoru motions for you to lie down, so you do. He turns to Suguru, candid as ever when he asks, “You wanna fuck my girlfriend?”

You see the way Suguru’s eyes widen and then they’re closing, little crescent moons on his face as a sly smile spreads across his lips. “Real fucking bad, Satoru.”

Satoru nods, lips in a thin line as he processes this information. He holds his hand out to Suguru who takes it and crawls onto the bed with his knees. He runs his fingers through Suguru’s dark strands and then he tightens his grip, pulling Suguru’s lips onto his. They’re both groaning, hands in each other’s hair as their tongues tangle.

“I want you to fuck her, too,” Satoru grunts into Suguru’s mouth. “And I wanna fuck you while you do it.” His friend moans back into him, pulling Satoru closer, their hips colliding as their desire takes over. You look on, fingers idly rubbing your clit as you watch the two men practically fall apart any time their cocks brush against each other.

You want them both so badly, you don’t know what to do. But it’s not about you. It’s about Satoru and what he wants. And whatever he wants, you’ll do. So you watch and wait, playing with yourself while your boyfriend and his best friend caress each other. And it’s only when you finally whimper, feeling left out that the men finally break the kiss.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Satoru says, lips pink and puffy from his intense makeout session. He pouts, looking back at Suguru briefly who is right back to staring at you, his gaze observing the way your fingers play with your pretty pussy. Satoru grins, because he can see in the way Suguru watches you, that he finally understands why Satoru loves you so fucking much. And he hasn’t even fully had you. Not yet, anyway.

“Do you want Sugu to fuck you, baby?” Satoru asks when he sees you bite your lip as Suguru begins stroking his cock again. You nod quickly, without hesitation. Because like Suguru, you want to fuck him real fucking bad, too. “Use your words, beautiful.”

“I want Sugu to fuck me, ‘Toru,” you whine, slipping one of your fingers into your core. It’s nothing like the feeling of Satoru’s fingers stretching you but it makes your back arch off the bed just the same.

Behind Satoru, Suguru hisses, squeezing his cock in his fist. “I don’t know if I’ll last long, though. Not when you’re making cute little noises like that.”

Suguru is as honest as Satoru always is. No wonder they’re so close.

His response makes your boyfriend throw his head back with a loud laugh. “I probably won’t either. You good with this? I mean, it’s been awhile since we…” Satoru motions between the two of them and Suguru chuckles.

“I’ll be fine. Just make sure it’s wet enough.”

With that, Suguru moves past Satoru, golden orbs staring into your eyes as he crawls between your legs. “If you ever want to stop, let me know.” He tells you, gently. Then he’s leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

Your arms come up, wrapping them around his shoulders and pulling him into another kiss. Satoru simply watches, his hand already wrapped around his dick and pumping slowly. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to see this. “Be good to my girl, Sugu,” he groans, squeezing his tip. 

Satoru is mesmerized, watching the way Suguru grips your waist and squeezes the soft flesh. How that same hand slowly caresses a path up your torso, through the valley of your breasts where he stops briefly and takes his time taking each pebbled nipple between his fingers. How he swallows every soft whine and moan that falls from your lips with a kiss.

Any other person pulling this response from you would have Satoru fuming, but he loves you both more than anything in this world. In different ways, but his body reacts to you both just the same – with pure and raw desire. If it’s not him giving you this pleasure, he’s glad that it’s his best friend.

Suguru presses his hips into yours, his length resting between your folds. You push your tongue into his mouth with a soft sigh and Suguru sucks gently on the wet muscle, grunting when he feels your wetness cover his length. His cock pulses erratically against your core, twitching with need every time you moan into him, any time you roll your hips upwards and rub your slick cunt against him.

“Shit, beautiful. You keep that up and I’m gonna cum before I even get to fuck you.” He presses his lips hard against yours, breathing against you. “You already feel so goddamn good. So fucking wet. Can’t wait to fuck your pretty little cunt.”

His words have you reeling, arousal dripping from your core as you clutch his shoulders. You want this, you want him, you need him. And you tell him that. “So fuck me, Suguru.” You keen into his mouth. “Need you to fuck me so bad, please, please.”

“Ahh, fuck,” Suguru buries his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before letting out a shuddering breath. His hand slips between your bodies, gripping his cock and lining himself up with your entrance. Behind him, you can see and hear Satoru rummaging around in your bedside table, only for a brief moment before he’s back on the bed.

His voice calls to you and you see his hand press to the center of Suguru’s back, pushing him forward, just a bit so that you have a clear view of him over Suguru’s broad shoulders. “Eyes on me, baby. Okay?”

“Okay,” you breathe.

Suguru slips into you, bottoming out immediately and you arch into him, your sensitive breasts pressing against his bare skin. He’s thick. Thicker than Satoru and stretches you so deliciously, you have to gasp in order to catch your breath. It doesn’t help that over his shoulder, you can see the pride on Satoru’s face. Like he’s proud of you for taking his best friend so well. He probably is. Which only makes your walls squeeze down on Suguru even tighter.

You can hear Suguru shushing you shakily. But he’s trying to keep his composure, too. Trying not to drain his balls in your sweet cunt in the two seconds he’s been inside you. 

Behind him, Satoru runs his hand gently along Suguru’s spine. “Feels amazing, right? I love that tight little pussy.” He says, and you can feel Suguru nodding his head, unable to answer. His breaths are still shaky, quiet grunts being panted against your skin. “Does he feel good, baby?” He asks you. 

And you hum, your fingers playing with the hair on Suguru’s nape soothingly.

“I know he does,” Satoru agrees. “He’s got an amazing dick.”

You can hear Satoru pop the cap to something you can only assume is the bottle of lube you keep in your nightstand, because you hear the telltale sound of liquid spurting from a bottle and feel Suguru tense for just a second above you. Satoru taps his cock against Suguru’s ass, loving the way the man’s muscles tense each time. He has one hand on your knee while he peers down at you, drinking in the sight of your flushed face, body glistening with sweat and your eyes glazed over with lust. 

‘Stunning,’ he thinks to himself. Satoru wants to watch your fucked out expression when it’s the only other person he loves buried inside you. He touches Suguru’s back, muttering. “Don’t leave her waiting, Sugu. Fuck her.”

It’s all Suguru needs to hear before he pulls his hips back slowly, all the way until his tip sits inside of you. And even just the tip is so heavy, your walls clench involuntarily, trying desperately to suck him back in.

“Shit, ‘Toru. Can’t believe you get this pussy to yourself all the time,” Suguru growls. And then he bottoms out, again and again, fucking you at a brutal pace. You cry out, gripping onto Suguru’s shoulders tightly as he pounds into you. His hips piston into yours, immediately finding your g-spot and pushing you closer and closer to your release. Your eyes threaten to shut, the pleasure taking over, until you catch sight of Satoru. He shakes his head in disapproval, his words to you echoing through your mind.

“Eyes on me.”

So you force your eyes open, watching Satoru who is now focused on running his length between Suguru’s ass cheeks. He’s slick with the lubricant Satoru has used and ready for him, but Satoru is enjoying watching the way Suguru’s hips move against yours way too much, how well you’re taking his friend, how you’re clutching onto him while he stuffs you full of his cock repeatedly.

“Oh, you’re doing so well, baby.” Satoru praises. And it didn’t really matter which one of you he was speaking to because you and Suguru both whimper in response.

Satoru loves the way his friend’s dick disappears into you. He loves how you spread your legs just a little more to accommodate him. He loves how your toes curl when Suguru hits your sweet spot. And he loves how Suguru’s balls tighten a little more with each thrust.

He knows you’re all close to reaching your peak at any moment and as much as he’d love for you all to fuck each other until the sun came up and his birthday was long over, Satoru can’t take being left out anymore.

Pressing his hand to Suguru’s lower back, he halts his friend’s movements just for a moment. He’s not able to hide the lopsided grin on his face when he hears the way you both whine in protest. He’s tempted to make you both wait, drag it out a little more, but when he spreads Suguru before him, sees the way his hole twitches in anticipation, he tosses that idea out of the window.

He bites down on his lip, because Suguru’s hole is just as pretty as he remembers it. Tiny, brown, cute. He can’t wait to fuck it. And clearly Suguru can’t wait either, because he opens his mouth and groans:

“Satoru.” He smashes his lips into yours. “Fuck me, Satoru.” His pleas come between muffled kisses, but Satoru can hear it all the same.

He obliges, pushing his tip to Suguru’s entrance and slowly rolling his hips forward. “So needy,” he grits out. Because just as he remembers, Suguru is so fucking hot, so fucking tight, he can’t do anything but fully focus on getting his cock as deep as he can go. And just as he remembers, Suguru takes him so fucking well, fits him like a glove. Satoru presses his weight into Suguru once he’s completely buried inside and hears a quiet “oh my god” fall from your lips as Suguru inadvertently pushes himself deeper into your core. Next to your head, Suguru balls the bedsheets into his fist.

“God, Sugu. Still so good. Still so fucking good.”

Suguru feels his length throb painfully. He needs to cum so badly, he can’t take much more. Between your cunt gripping him so tightly, threatening to milk him of every drop, and Satoru’s cock stuffing him to the brim, he’s about three pumps away from blowing his load. And you’re not doing much better. Your mouth is slack and you’re staring almost blankly behind him at your boyfriend as he slowly pulls out and drives his hips forward again.

“Shit, shit!” Suguru cries when Satoru gives him a harsh thrust that has him tapping the sweet spongy spot in your walls. The moment Suguru hits it, you’re letting out your own strangled cry, back coming up off the bed.

Every thrust from Satoru has Suguru pushing deeper into you in turn, has all three of you crying out as you fuck each other closer to your releases. Your moans, grunts and curses fill the bedroom in tune with the sinful sounds of skin slapping.

Satoru is leaned forward now, hands gripping Suguru’s waist as he slams into his friend frantically.

“Oh fuck,” Satoru grunts. “Fuck her, Suguru. Fuck her pussy while I stretch your ass for me.”

And Suguru listens, timing his thrusts with Satoru’s so that he’s able to fuck you and be fucked by Satoru. His brows are tightly knitted together, forehead glistening with sweat and nostrils flared as he gives everything he can and takes everything Satoru has to offer.

It’s all too much for you – too much to feel, too much to watch, too much to hear. And it’s the two men above you moaning each other’s names that has you tumbling over the edge.

Your orgasm crashes over you so quickly, so unexpectedly, that band in your belly snapping before you can even stop it and you’re screaming some jumbled blend of Satoru and Suguru’s names as your walls convulse and contract around Suguru’s cock.

Then it’s Suguru, who can’t hold on a second longer, toppling over the edge with you when Satoru leans forward and bites onto his shoulder as he fucks into him relentlessly. Simultaneously, your cunt is sucking him in, begging for him to paint your walls. And he wants to, he’s holding on for a moment of reprieve, for Satoru to give him even the smallest window to pull out of your vice grip. But then you say the words he wasn’t expecting, even as your eyes are glued on Satoru and the way he fucks his ass. 

“Cum in me, Sugu. Fucking fill my pussy. I need your cum so bad.”

You’re begging him, the same way your cunt is begging. You want him to flood your walls, and in that moment he doesn’t give a fuck if Satoru approves or not. You do, and that’s all that matters to him.

He lets Satoru slam into him again and again, tapping his prostate repeatedly until finally, Suguru’s mouth falls into with a loud groan, his dick twitching within the confines of your walls as he floods your pussy with his seed. You’re still squeezing around him, your greedy little cunt milking him for all that he’s worth until he’s whimpering pathetically into your mouth with hungry kisses.

And finally, it’s Satoru who reaches his peak once again. His unblinking stare drinks in the sight of you two losing yourselves in each other. He was already so close, barely holding on, but now he fucks into his best friend, watches as he and his girlfriend pant into each other’s mouths, thinks about the fact that your pussy is probably so full of Suguru’s thick, hot cum that it’s likely leaking onto your bedsheets and soon enough he’s spilling himself into Suguru’s ass hole.

He clenches his teeth, biting down the guttural moan that threatens to escape him. And he’s shuddering, physically shaking as he keeps fucking into Suguru, hoping to empty every last drop into his friend while he has the chance.

“Fucking damnit,” he grunts, thrusting two, three more times before he falls forward onto Suguru’s back with a sharp gasp. He’s completely spent. He wouldn’t be able to get his dick up again even if he wanted to.

Tomorrow, things will go back to normal and you’ll likely never speak of this again unless another special occasion rolls around, or you all find yourselves in the mood again. So Satoru leans forward, reaching over Suguru’s shoulder to cup the back of your head and pull your lips to his, effectively breaking the kiss you and his friend were sharing. Satoru presses his lips to yours roughly, suddenly feeling petty and possessive. Then he turns to Suguru and claims his mouth as well, just as possessively.

You all stay like that for a while. Still connected, both through your kisses and through your groins until Satoru sighs in exhaustion, before he climbs off of Suguru. Suguru follows after, pulling out of you with a quiet hiss. They both lay on each side of you, wrapping their arms around your tired body as they nuzzle against you.

Satoru laughs quietly to himself next to you.

“What?” You ask, your brow coming up curiously. Your boyfriend shakes his head, a goofy grin on his face as he looks between you and Suguru.

“Nothing. Just…this is the best birthday ever.”

[kitkat13001]

⋆｡°✩🎃 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚝

>> tomura shigaraki x civilian!reader

>> cursing, reader is scared of horror movies, mentions of serial killers, weapons, typical halloween stuff etc

tomura’s pretty sure your ear-splitting, blood-curdling scream can be heard across the entirety of japan. 

all he had done was tap on your window, same as he had every time he visited you. except that he had done so as you were in the middle of a horror movie, and now he’s pretty sure his ears are bleeding. 

he’s quick to climb inside and cover your mouth, shushing you gently with his arms around you while he waits for your heart rate to return to normal. 

“your neighbors are going to start asking questions,” he grumbles once he lets you go (after you’ve stopped shaking). 

you wave a dismissive hand. “they don’t give a damn. they’re all ten times worse than i am. ‘sides, if any of them give me shit, i’ll just send my evil villain boyfriend after them.”

this elicits a laugh from him. 

you settle back onto the couch while tomura makes himself comfortable, hanging up his coat and taking off his shoes before coming to lay out beside you. 

he squints at the screen, the horrified face of jamie lee curtis staring back at him. “whatcha watchin’ that’s got you so freaked?”

you bunch up the blanket all the way up to your face, burrowing into his side. “halloween, 1978. one of my coworkers bet i was too scared to watch a horror movie, so i’m gonna show her.” you murmur a spiteful ‘bitch’ under your breath and it makes tomura chuckle. 

“oh yeah,” he agrees sarcastically, nudging your leg with his own. “you and your little blanket against the world.”

you shoot him a look, sitting up to glare at him. “i can be brave!”

tomura just stares blankly, not dignifying you with an answer. he knows you can’t, but he doesn’t want to burst your bubble. 

you huff at him before collapsing back against his side, hitting play on the movie. 

the actress is mid-scream—you had to have known based on the way the movie was paused—but you jump anyway when she screeches. 

tomura tries not to laugh. 

it goes on like this for the next hour. you’re watching the movie from behind your blanket, nails digging into tomura’s arm, and he’s watching you as you jump and flinch and bury your face in his side. 

you sit, horrified, as the credits roll. 

“that was awful.”

“yeah,” tomura agrees, throwing a piece of popcorn at the screen. “the kill scenes were shit.”

“but the music was so damn creepy!” you insist, shivering. you lay against him for a while longer, letting the credits roll as you get comfortable. 

tomura’s nearly dozing off when he feels you tug on his sweater sleeve. 

“tomu, i have to pee.”

he peeks one eye open at you to give you a look before he leans his head back again. “okay?”

“come with me!”

“to pee?!”

“what if michael myers is in the bathroom?!” you cry, pulling on his sleeve insistently. 

he groans loudly, grumbling and complaining the entire way to the bathroom as you drag him with you. 

you shove him inside first, flicking on the lights with a yelp. 

“now check behind the shower curtain,” you tell him with a shooing motion. 

“you’re shitting me.”

“tomu!”

he huffs, knocking your curtain aside to check for serial killers. “see? no psychopaths in here.”

“except for you,” you giggle as he scowls at you. you make your way to the toilet, but he flicks the light off and you scream. 

he snickers at your cursing, dodging the roll of toilet paper you throw at him when you come out of the bathroom. 

“you’re such an asshole!”

he pulls you in as you grumble, but succumb to his warm embrace. 

“don’t be such a baby. you know i’d never let anything happen to you. some psycho with a knife’s got nothin’ on me, sweetheart. it’s me they should be scared of.”

you give a little ‘hmph’, but his words ease your nerves a little. that, and the warmth and safety of his arms around you. 

the way you burrow further into him, hands gripping the sides of his hoodie, makes him smile a little. tomura’s not capable of a significant amount of good, being a villain and all. but protecting you is, and will always be, second nature to him. 

i just watched halloween for the first time and was thoroughly creeped out. i hate horror movies, in case it wasn’t obvious. but i wanted to write something for tomura for the spooky season! stay tuned for spooky dabi :p 👻

- 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 !

[miazetomer]

Heartless | Rafe Cameron x pogue(ish)!fem!reader (Part II)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff, angst, smut, drug use, alcohol use, takes place during season one, the usual

Summary: You never really felt like you belonged anywhere. Your father was a pogue, your mother a kook. You felt out of place in The Cut, in Figure Eight, at the Academy. And Rafe Cameron certainly didn’t make things easier, he knew how to push your buttons, grinding your gears in just the right way, but he loved the little game you two played.

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You groaned as you woke up in the morning, your head just absolutely pounding. An arm was wrapped around your waist holding you flush against someone’s chest and your legs were tangled up with someone else’s legs. You were scared to open your eyes, because you recognized that person’s scent. You knew exactly who it was. You squeezed your eyes together before opening them, blinking a couple times as your vision came to focus. When you opened your eyes your suspicions were confirmed. You were in Rafe Cameron’s bedroom.

Fuck.

You tried to slowly get up, untangling yourself from Rafe, only for him to tighten his grip on your waist.

“Rafe, I have to get up.” You muttered, rolling your eyes as you tried to sit up again. Finally Rafe let go of you and you stood up and quietly moved around the room collecting your dress and shoes.

“Keep the shirt.” Rafe mumbled into his pillow right before you were about to leave. Just as you opened the door the one thing you didn’t want to happen, was happening. Topper was leaving Sarah’s room.

“Oh, come on.” Topper said, looking over you. Obviously the scene was bad. You were leaving Rafe’s room, in his shirt, in the morning.

“Finally.” Sarah muttered, peaking her head out the door as she looked at you.

“Nothing happened.” You grumbled, closing the door behind you softly.

“So you’re telling me you just slept in there?” Sarah asked crossing her arms. “Not a single thing happened?”

“Can you guys have this conversation anywhere else besides right in front of my door.” Rafe huffed as he opened the door.

“I’m gonna kill you.” Topper said, pointing at Rafe.

“Woah, chill Top, nothing happened.” Rafe held his hands up as he looked over Topper like he was crazy.

“See, I told you, nothing happened.”

“Not even like a cuddle? You both stayed on your own sides of the bed?” Sarah asked, desperate for any kind of information, hopeful that maybe her brother and best friend could finally get along.

“Well…” Rafe responded, dragging out the word, earning a ‘seriously?’ look from you.

“That is so not nothing.” Topper said, throwing his arms out in front of him.

“Ok, ok so we cuddled, that doesn’t mean anything.” You deflected, trying to make this sound not as bad as it seems.

“Cuddling is so much more intimate than sex.” Sarah added, her eyes grazing over her fingernails as she picked at them.

“Ok, let’s not get crazy here.” You chuckled. “It was one night.”

“That doesn’t mean it was the last time.” Sarah said, shooting you a look of approval.

“Trust me, it was a one time thing.” Rafe responded, before he walked back into his room and shut the door, leaving you in a state of shock.

“What a dick.” Sarah grumbled, shooting daggers with her eyes at the door.

“Alright, I need to go.” You muttered before walking downstairs and out of the house.

What a dick, you thought to yourself as you walked to your house. Come on you knew you two didn’t exactly get along, but when you cuddle with someone all night long and let them keep your shirt, it had to mean something.

“Good morning.” Your mom said with a smile as you walked into your house.

“Morning.” You mumbled back, heading for the stairs.

“How was your night?” She asked, looking up from her cup of coffee.

“Fine.”

“Just fine? You’re wearing a guys shirt and holding your outfit from last night in your hands. Did it finally happen with Rafe?”

Your mom was the only person who thought you had a crush on Rafe. She always thought it would be a cute boy/girl next door story. Even when he would make fun of you she would say, ‘Sweetie, he just has a crush on you, that’s all.’

“Mom, gross.” You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “No, nothing happened between Rafe and I.”

“And that’s why you’re wearing his shirt? Sweetie, guys don’t just give girls their shirts.”

“Mom, God, you’re worse than Topper. Nothing happened.” You repeated before running up the stairs to your room.

You walked into your room with a big sigh before closing your door. You walked over to your window that faced Rafe’s room, he was sitting at his desk that faced your own room. He looked up and saw you, flashing you a smile. You returned your own sarcastic grin while flashing him two middle fingers before you closed your window and pulled the curtains closed with a huff.

Get out of my head, get out of my head, you repeatedly thought to yourself, rubbing your temples with your index fingers. You quickly tore off his shirt, tossing it somewhere in your room. You needed to shower, you needed his scent off of you.

You walked into your bathroom, turning the shower on. Checking your phone one last time before you stepped into the shower, you saw a text from Sarah.

sorry my brother’s such a dick :(

are you still coming over later? you promised me a pool day

You sighed and typed out your reply, a simple ‘yeah’ and got in the shower, letting the steaming water run over your body. You stood in the shower for a long time just trying to scrub every surface of your body clean of Rafe Cameron. But you couldn’t stop thinking about last night, the way he held you, the way his breath felt against your neck, the way he tightened his grip around you when you tried to get up, like if he let go of you he would lose you forever.

You stepped out of the shower, drying off with a towel and then pulling your thin satin robe on, tying it off at your hips.

Walking into your room, you lingered in front of the window, debating on if you were gonna open it up or not. Your hand clutched the curtains, sighing you pulled the curtains back and there he sat. Looking at your window with that glare he always seemed to have, sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. Glaring, like how dare you close your window. You huffed and opened the window before walking towards your balcony. You definitely needed a bong rip after the night you had. Your balcony looked towards Rafe’s own balcony, but his lacked furniture or any personality. Whereas yours had a couch and a coffee table and fairy lights everywhere, because you hated the outdoor light, the lack of warmth it provided. You sat down on the couch and crossed one leg over the other as you pulled the bong into your lap. You looked up and saw Rafe open the door to his balcony, hesitating for a second before stepping out.

“Care to join me?” You asked, lighting the bong and bringing it to your lips.

“Maybe another time, Thornton.” Rafe responded, throwing your words back in your face from last night.

“Funny.” You scoffed, setting the bong down after taking a hit.

“When are you coming back over?” He questioned, leaning against the railing as he played with his ring.

“Who said I was coming back over?”

“Come on, I know you, you’re coming back over.”

“I don’t know.” You answered his question, leaning back and crossing your arms across your chest. “When I feel like it.”

“Real cute. Love the attitude.”

“I know you do.” You smirked, standing up and leaning against your own balcony railing.

“I’ll see you later.” Rafe said, standing up and taping the railing with his hand before walking back into his bedroom. You sighed and walked back into yours. You stopped in front of the window and smiled to yourself, you knew Rafe would be watching, he always was, any chance he could get.

You turned your back to the window and undid your robe, letting it fall down your shoulders. You weren’t gonna give Rafe the satisfaction of turning around, just like last night. But, you turned to the side, giving him just enough to see the curve of your boob and the prominence of your nipple. You swear you could hear Rafe gulp in his bedroom. You smirked and walked towards your closet, flicking on the light as you dug through your bikini drawer attempting to find a red bikini. It was Rafe’s favorite color and who said the teasing had to end in your bedroom.

♡♡♡

“Real classy, Thornton.” Rafe muttered, plucking your vape from your bikini top.

“Give it back.” You groaned, moving your leg to just tap him in his balls, but he caught your ankle before you made contact.

“You’re gonna have to be quicker than that, baby.” He smirked looking down at you.

“Ha ha very funny.” You said through gritted teeth, pulling your leg away from him. Standing up, you went to grab it from him only for him to pull it away from you. “Rafe, come on.”

Rafe tossed your vape onto the lounger you were laying on and quickly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Rafe, Rafe, no.” You pleaded, smacking his back and kicking your legs. “Rafe!” You screamed as he jumped into the pool with both of you.

When both of you surfaced you glared at him, only to have him laugh.

“Oh you wanna play this game?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. You quickly swam over to him and climbed onto his back, throwing yourself backwards as you dragged both of you down into the water.

Rafe swam up, bringing you both to the surface, only for you to throw yourself back again, plunging you both into the cold water.

“Are you done?” He asked when you both broke the surface again. You were still clinging to his back thinking about if you wanted to send both of you underwater once more.

“Maybe, maybe not.” You answered, clinging to him a little tighter.

“Well then can you get off of me, your boobs are weighing us down.”

You gasped and slapped the back of Rafe’s head playfully, hard enough to make it sting but light enough that it was obviously playful.

“You’re the one constantly looking at them.” You muttered, letting go of him and treading water next to Rafe.

“Well you’re the one who constantly has them on display.”

You scoffed and pulled yourself out of the pool, wrapping a towel around yourself.

“You’re a dick.” You muttered, sitting down on the lounge chair.

“What was that?” Rafe asked, pulling himself out of the pool.

“You heard me.” You responded, staring right into those annoying blue eyes.

“No, I don’t think I did.” Rafe crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at you, testing you.

“I said, You’re. A. Dick.”

Sarah was looking between you two, like she was waiting for a bomb to go off. She knew Rafe had a temper, everyone knew Rafe had a temper. You, however, were the one that tested it most. You didn’t care if he got mad at you, why should you? It wasn’t like he was your boyfriend, and even if he was, you probably still wouldn’t care.

“That’s why you climbed into my bed last night then? Because I’m ‘a dick’? And that’s why you told Gianna to get out of my room when you came up to see me? Because I’m ‘a dick’?”

“Who?” You asked, looking up at Rafe through squinted eyes, the sun blaring down on you.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, you know exactly who I’m talking about.”

“Oh, you mean the girl who has no interest in you? Who’s been telling everyone at school that you’re the last person she needs to cross off her list to officially have fucked the entire football team. That Gianna?”

“You’re a fucking bitch.” Rafe scoffed, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist.

“Really? I’m a bitch? That’s why you asked me to join you in the shower last night?”

Sarah gasped, trying to hide it behind a cough.

“Whatever.” Rafe scoffed, walking inside. But, you were quick to follow him, not done with this conversation.

“Really? That’s all you have to say?” You called out, following Rafe closely behind.

“Always have to have the last word, don’t you?” Rafe said, turning around. At this point you two were chest to chest. The tension in the air was thick and you couldn’t tell if it was bad tension or if it was sexual. Probably a mix of both.

“Oh please, if anyone always had to have the last word it would be you.” You rolled your eyes. “All you have to do is apologize and I’ll drop the whole thing and we can go back to being the best of friends.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm, but you were being honest about the apology. You wanted an apology. No, demanded it.

“Apologize for what? Saying the truth? You’ve walked around here all summer with your tits on full display for everyone to see in the smallest bikinis possible. I’m pretty sure the one you wore the other day barely covered your nipples.”

Of course he remembered that bikini. You wore it specifically for him. Every bikini you wore this summer was hand picked, for him. But, he didn’t need to know that.

“So what, now you’re my father? You don’t get to decide what I wear. You’re not my boyfriend, you’re not my father, you don’t get to tell me what to wear.”

“You’re right, I’m not your boyfriend so next time you want someone to snuggle up with after a party, go find someone else.”

“You said it yourself Rafe, it was a one time thing. And last I checked, it was you who tried to get me to stay in bed longer.” You said, pressing your index finger into Rafe’s chest.

Rafe sighed and rubbed his temples like you were annoying him in some sort of way.

“Fine, I’m sorry, is that what you want to hear?”

“Not like that.” You scoffed, rubbing your forehead.

“You make things absolutely impossible.”

“Whatever.” You said, before walking back outside. You dropped your towel onto the lounge and pulled your jean shorts on, buttoning them with a huff.

“Wait, don’t go.” Sarah pleaded, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

“I’m not gonna stay here with him, Sarah.” You said, looking down at her with sad eyes. You always got sad after you and Rafe fought. You should be used to it by now, but everything was so confusing. One second everything was fine, and the next you two could be going at it.

“Alright, I’m not gonna keep you here.” Sarah dropped your wrist and let you pick up the rest of your stuff. “You’re gonna be at the party, though, right?”

“I don’t know, I might have to go see JJ, just do a little check up on him.” You sighed, looking off towards your house.

“Okay, well if you come then make sure to stop by my room first so we can get ready together.”

“Alright, alright.” You said with a small smile.

“Promise?” Sarah asked, holding her pinky up.

“Promise.” You confirmed, wrapping your pinky around hers and leaning down to kiss your thumb, her doing the same thing. It was how you two made sure to keep your pinky promises.

♡♡♡

“When are you gonna realize that apologizing is gonna make things so much easier in the long run?” Sarah asked, leaning against Rafe’s door frame.

“What are you talking about?” Rafe scoffed, looking up at her from his phone.

“When you two are married, which is going to happen, it’s going to make things so much easier and less complicated if you just apologize when you’re clearly in the wrong.”

“We are not getting married.” Rafe protested, looking back at his phone.

“You think I don’t see the way you look at her? The way you’ve looked at her our entire lives? It’s not just a small crush, you’re in love with her and I think that terrifies you.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about Sarah.” Rafe scoffed, putting his phone down.

“All I’m saying is, see where some flowers and jewelry gets you. And nice words.”

♡♡♡

You stepped out of your bathroom, drying your hair with a towel. Your window was shut, the curtains were drawn, even the curtains that covered your balcony door were closed. You had completely shut Rafe off from even a gaze into what you were doing.

You quickly texted JJ to let him know you wanted to see him. You hadn’t seen him in two weeks and the guilt was eating away at you. He responded quickly, telling you he was at the chateau.

You got dressed in a cropped sweater and a pair of jean shorts before pulling on a pair of shoes and headed downstairs, your hair still wet from the shower.

“Heading out?” Your mom asks from the kitchen. She was cooking dinner and for a second you felt torn. Should you go see your brother or should you stay and have dinner with your other family.

“Um, yeah, I just felt like I needed to go see JJ.” You explained, fiddling with your fingers.

“Oh, Sweetie, you don’t have to feel bad for wanting to go see your brother.” Your mom said, coming over to you, putting her hands on your arms in a comforting way.

“I’ll be back later.” You sighed, grabbing your car keys from the bowl in the foyer and walking out the front door.

Your car wasn’t anything crazy, it was a 2009 yellow Jeep Wrangler. Your mom got it for you when you turned sixteen. She wanted to get you something that wouldn’t be stripped for parts in The Cut but still looked nice enough.

“Dude, wake up.” JJ said, shaking you from your sleep.

“What?” You groaned turning over with a huff.

“I think your mom left a car for you out front.” He was practically jumping up and down with joy for you.

“What?” You said, shooting up out of bed.

You both ran downstairs and outside looking at your new Jeep.

“No way.” JJ muttered, running his hand over the car.

You opened the door and found a note inside.

‘If you come home, you’ll get your dream car.

Love,

Mom.’

You sighed as you crumpled the note, shoving it into your sweatshirt pocket.

“Come on, help me find the keys.” You smiled as JJ jumped into the passenger seat, digging through the glove box.

“Looking for these?” Rafe said, stepping out from around the corner, holding the keys to your car.

“Fucking creep.” JJ grimaced, looking at you with a confused look.

“What are you doing here, Rafe? And where did you even come from you?” You asked, looking around to see where he could possibly come from.

“Relax I just needed to pee and I definitely wasn’t gonna knock on the door.” He explained, holding his hands up. “Your mom asked me to drop this off for you. Happy birthday by the way.”

“Of course she did.” You muttered, because who else would she ask to drop off the car.

You sighed as you pulled up to the chateau, getting out of the car with a slam of the door.

“Woah, what did the car do to you?” JJ asked, coming from out back.

“Just a long day.” You mumbled walking up to him before smiling and giving your brother a hug.

♡♡♡

Your mom was still cooking in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring. She sighed and wiped her hands off on a towel before walking over to the front door. When she opened the door she saw Rafe pacing your porch, talking to himself as he held a bouquet of flowers.

“Hi Rafe.” She said gently, with a small smile.

“Hi Ms. Thornton.” He responded, slightly embarrassed that he was caught in the state he was. “I, uh, was looking for y/n.”

“Well, she’s not here right now, honey, but I can make sure she gets these when she comes back.”

“Oh, uh, o-okay.” He muttered, slightly holding the flowers out. “Well, I kind of had like a whole speech planned you know so…” He added, withdrawing the flowers back to his side.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to sit out here and wait for her. I just am not sure what time she’s gonna be back.”

“Oh.” Rafe mumbled, thinking for a second, before extending his hand out again with the flowers. If your mom gave them to you, he wouldn’t have to deal with the whole speech thing and you could just go on with your life. “Just make sure she gets them, please.” He said, before walking off and back towards the Cameron estate.

Your mom smiled as she shut the door before walking back into the kitchen.

“Secret admirer?” Doug asked, his eyes pointing to the flowers in her hand.

“They aren’t for me silly, they’re for y/n.” She explained with a smile, removing the flowers from the wrapping and adding them to a vase with water.

“Don’t tell me they’re from that Cameron boy.”

“Of course they are, Doug, who else would they be from?”

“Laura, you have got to give up on this whole ‘they’re destined for each other,’ thing. That boy has been nothing but trouble to her their entire lives.”

“He just likes her Doug, that’s all, and I think he has a hard time showing it.”

♡♡♡

“So, how are things going with you and John B?” You asked Kie with a smile as you both sat on the back porch of the chateau, the boys were out back building a fire.

“Things aren’t going that’s the problem.” She sighed, taking a hit from the blunt you two had rolled before handing it over to you.

“You know how serious he takes no pogue on pogue macking.” You responded, taking your own hit from the blunt, rolling your eyes at the stupid rule. “You just have to go up there and kiss him, Kie. It’s the only way he’s gonna see.”

“No, I don’t think it’s like that.” She sighed, looking down, playing with her fingers. “I mean, would it work on Rafe if you did that to him?” She was smiling as she looked at you.

“Oh, sweetie, I don’t even have to kiss him to get him where I want him.” You smiled back, patting her leg. You told her all about the night of the party and what happened this morning, how he called you baby.

“So are you guys gonna kiss and make up?” She laughed, taking the blunt back.

“Nope, I’m gonna make him wallow in self pity. He needs to know he doesn’t get me that easily. I’m in it to play the long game, Kie, I like what we have now, no need to complicate it.”

“What you have now? You mean constant fighting?”

“We’re not actually fighting, it’s just a stupid game we play.”

“So instead of having sex, you guys just say really mean things to each other?”

“Exactly.” You nodded with a big smile on your face.

“I don’t know, it seems like sex would be more enjoyable.”

“It seems that way, but I’m not giving into him that easily. I need him to suffer, just a little bit longer.”

You were laughing with Kie when you felt your phone vibrate, looking down at it you saw you had a text from Sarah.

hey are you still coming?

you sighed and typed out a quick ‘yeah for sure.’

“Alright, I have to get going, give the boys my love.” You said, standing from your spot.

“We’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Hopefully.”

You got in your car and made the drive back home. No music, just the windows down and your thoughts.

“Hi, Sweetie.” Your mom greeted you with a smile when you walked inside.

“Oh, Jesus.” You jumped, hand to your chest. “Mom, how many times do I have to tell you not to do that.”

“Sorry, it’s just I was so excited for you to come home.”

“Why?” You asked, narrowing your eyes as you looked at her.

“Because Rafe dropped something off.” She sounded giddy, like a little school girl as she made her way into the kitchen. And there you saw them, flowers. He actually got you flowers. And not those raggedy ones you would get at a grocery store, no these were nice floral shop flowers and they were all your favorites.

“Wow.” You said, looking down at them as you held them.

“That’s all you have to say? The boy dropped off flowers to your house. Hand delivered!”

“Mom, they’re flowers, it’s not like I’m gonna go over there and profess my love or whatever.”

“Why not?” Your mom whined, looking over at you.

“Okay, I’m going up to my room, I have to get ready to be at the Cameron’s in like five minutes.”

You sighed and grabbed the vase of flowers as you went up to your room. Opening the door to your balcony, you set them down on the little coffee table that was out there.

You quickly grabbed your outfit for the night and your makeup bag before running out the door, shouting ‘goodbye’s’ to everyone.

“Hey Top.” You said as you walked up the stairs to the Cameron’s house. He had gotten there at the same time as you, with cases of beer in his hands.

“Hey.” He muttered, trying to get the door open.

“Need some help?” You asked pushing the door open.

He mumbled a quiet ‘thanks’ and walked inside, setting the cases down in the kitchen.

“Is everything okay, Top?” You asked, lingering in the kitchen for a second.

“Oh, um, yeah. Just going through something with Sarah.” He sighed, starting to put the beer in the fridge.

“You know you can talk to me.”

“It’s just…It feels like she’s pulling away from me, you know?”

“Well have you talked to her about it? Like really talked to her?”

“Obviously, otherwise I wouldn’t be upset.” He said, looking at you like you just asked him the most absurd question.

“Right…Well I’m gonna go, I have to get ready.” You muttered, walking towards the stairs.

You walked into Sarah’s room, throwing your stuff onto her bed.

“Hey.” She said with a smile as she sat at her vanity getting ready.

“Hey.” You replied, sitting on her bed. “You know the weirdest thing happened today, Rafe came by my house and dropped off flowers. And he got me my favorite flowers.”

“Oh really?” Sarah asked, turning around to face you with the biggest smile on her face.

“You wouldn’t have anything to do with that would you?”

“Absolutely not.” She answered, turning around to resume her makeup. “Did he get you anything else?”

“No…Just flowers.”

“Of course.” She muttered applying her mascara.

♡♡♡

You held a drink in your hand as you walked through the party, trying to find Rafe. Of course he was sitting on the same couch he always sat on when there was a party at the Cameron estate. You sighed and sat next to him.

“Not having fun?” You questioned when you noticed the look on his face, poking his face playfully with your index finger.

“I’m having a great time.” He answered, taking a sip of his beer.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“We need to talk.” Rafe said, standing up from his spot on the couch. You sighed and stood up, putting your drink on the coffee table before grabbing his hand so he could lead you through the crowd. He squeezed your hand every once in a while to let you know he was still there, or at least to check you were still there.

You walked past Sarah who sent you a smile and thumbs up and you just shook your head, indicating it’s not what she thinks it is.

When you got to his room, he reluctantly dropped your hand before closing the door behind him. You stood in the middle of his room and crossed your arms over your chest.

“So, flowers.” You said, looking down at your feet. “How did you-”

“Look, I just want to say I’m sorry.” Rafe cut you off, rubbing his hands down his face. “What I said was not…Not nice.”

You looked up at Rafe with a cocked brow indicating you wanted him to continue.

“I shouldn’t have said anything about the way you dress or your boobs.” Rafe continued, looking at the ground as he fiddled with his fingers. For a second you relaxed your stance, dropping your arms to your side. You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I thought we were joking around but I didn’t realize how upset you would be at what I said.”

“And this morning? When you said ‘trust me it was a one time thing.’”

“I just said that because I figured you were thinking it. I mean we fight like a lot, probably more than two people should, I figured you would only want it to be a one time thing.”

“Rafe, you have got to stop assuming things. Just because we fight a lot, and we do fight a lot, doesn’t mean I would be opposed to like a cuddle every once in a while.”

Rafe looked up at you, finally, with a smile on his face, he stepped closer to you and you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Doesn’t mean it’s happening tonight Cameron, you’ve thoroughly pissed me off.” You said before stepping out of his room, smiling to yourself with your head held high.

♡♡♡

“Well, it seems like both our girls are pissed at us.” Topper sighed, sitting in between Rafe and Kelce on the couch.

“So what you’re saying is, I have a chance with Ms. Thornton over there.” Kelce smiled, looking over at you.

“Not a fucking chance.” Rafe said, shooting a look towards Kelce. “Besides, I just made up with her, so you’re the only one in the doghouse buddy.”

“Like made up with words or did she finally let you hit it?” Kelce asked.

“Dude, gross.” Topper said, disgust growing evident on his face.

“With words you fucking idiot.” Rafe replied, smacking Kelce upside the head. “And flowers.”

“Wait, did you go to the flower shop across town that carries only those specific flowers she likes?” Topper asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Obviously.”

“Dude you’re so whipped it’s crazy.”

[ohisms]

↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .    (   a  collection  of  dire / urgent situation  sentence  &  action  starters .   adjust  phrasing  +  ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ  as  necessary .   )

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

hide .   hide now .

shh !!  there’s somebody in the house .

i’m not gonna hurt you !  see ?  look ,  i’m putting down the  [ weapon ] .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

stop , stop !  just put the  [ weapon ]  down !

drive ,  just drive fast !

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

can you walk ?  i need you to walk for me ,  okay ?

let me handle it ,  just go !

what was your plan ??  you could’ve gotten yourself killed !

you’re just going to leave me here ?!

[ name ] ,  can you hear me ?  get out of there !

you knew and you didn’t tell me ?!

don’t you know how dangerous this is ?

you’re not going to shoot me .

move and you die .

i’m gonna come back for you ,  do you hear me ?

we have to stop the bleeding .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i just want to go home !

don’t move a fucking muscle .

if it weren’t for you ,  we wouldn’t be in this mess .

i almost DIED back there ,  and you’re laughing ?

you’re only making this worse for yourself .

you think this is a joke ?

if i go down ,  i want you to run .

we’re gonna die ,  so what’s the point ?

this was the ONE thing i told you not to do .

i can’t promise we’re going to make it out of here .

where’s your first - aid kit ?!

just calm down and find your phone ,  we need to call the police .

someone’s been stalking me .

just listen to me for once !

i didn’t think you had it in you .

put the gun down ,  and kick it over here .

we can’t stick around here ,  let’s go .

kiss me before we die .

do whatever you need to do ,  hurry .

i can’t breathe ,  i can’t -

please ,  please  -  let me in ,  there’s someone -

i’m gonna give you one last chance .

you have to believe me ,  i didn’t do this !

run ,  and don’t look back .

this is real ,  i’m real .  look at me .

take this .  it’ll keep you safe .

follow my instructions very closely .

put your hands where i can see them .

you can’t just let me die !

i think  …  i think i need a doctor .

we need to get out of here ,  come on .

no ,  this isn’t it .  we’re getting you out of this .

you panicking is not going to help us right now .

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ GETAWAY ]  sender acts as a getaway driver for receiver .

[ MEDIC ]  sender arrives on receiver’s doorstep ,  badly bleeding .

[ HIDE ]  sender and receiver hide from a threat together .

[ HUSH ]  sender clasps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .

[ DRAG ]  sender physically hauls receiver to safety .

[ RIGHTS ]  sender calls receiver from a police precinct .

[ REALITY ]  sender helps receiver through an episode of derealization .

[ SHELTER ]  sender and receiver must find shelter from a storm  .

[ ARMED ]  sender brandishes a  [ gun / knife ]  at receiver .

[ CRASH ]  sender and receiver survive a  [ car / bike ]  crash together .

[ SEARCH ]  sender barges into the hospital demanding to see receiver .

[ BACKUP ]   sender calls receiver panicking after committing a crime .

[ CORNERED ]  sender menacingly backs receiver into a corner .

[ UNEXPECTED ]  receiver comes home to find sender already inside .

[ BREATHE ]  sender helps receiver get through a panic attack .

[ BADGE ]  sender and receiver flee from the cops together .

[ STRANDED ]  sender and receiver become stranded in the woods .

[ EMBRACE ]  sender kisses receiver thinking it’ll be the last time .

[ STRANGER ]  sender can’t remember who receiver is after an injury .

[ TOKEN ]  sender gives receiver a lucky charm before they go into battle .

[ CHOICE ]  receiver has to choose between sparing their own life or the sender’s .

[deadghosy]

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𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇! ||𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄!𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄

Synopsis: accidentally killing one of the most popular Slytherins, you tried to bring him back only for him to not be the same as before.

Inspired by American horror story; Coven

Viewer discretion: brain dead Theo, choking, biting, slight panic attack, Zombie!Theodore not knowing personal space, gore/blood/death mentionss.

MONSTOBER

Shit… shit.. shit…..SHIT! You don’t mean it! You didn’t at all! Your eyes are blown out wide at the dismantled body in front of you. You can’t believe you killed him…You didn’t mean to kill him. Your heart beating loudly in your ears as you fell to your own knees. You slowly felt tears prick your eyes.

You were only practicing your magic. Your own magic. Not Hogwarts, not dark magic. Your own. You didn’t hear Theodore coming from behind you. But it was too late as he startled you into shooting him. Shooting him with the magic that killed him. A pool of blood reaches to you. Scatters of brains sprayed the crisp green grass. You scream backing up, gripping your wrist as a sort of calming gesture. But it’s helping. You kept saying, “it’s not your fault.” But it is, isn’t it? You gotta fix this. You can’t let anyone know that you killed the Theodore Nott. Not a single witness.

Dragging Theodore’s body. It felt sickening. You couldn’t really pick up his damn body. He was taller than you! And with his playing quidditch, he definitely has some pounds on him.

Finally getting to your dorm. You set him on the floor, getting your magic book your folks had gave you so you could practice your own family magic. That’s where you found the spell to bring back the dead. Without hesitation you chanted the words, placing your dominant hand on the bloody chest. The lights flickered in your room, each word you chanted a green and gold aura surrounded you and the dead Slytherin. As the spell ended, you opened your eye and waited it out.

Soon, Theodore stared to groan softly. His normal dead eyes looked..more dead. You gasp shocked. He looked emotionless as he only eyed you in your dorm. His skin was so pale that you started to curse in your mind. Before you knew it, Theodore snapped and attacked you. Gripping your throat with a strong grip, grumbling nothing but mumbles. You clawed at his arm. “Th-theo! Sto-" he suddenly stopped. Loosening his hold on your neck as his eyes looked normal before returning to that dead look. He let go and sat down like a child.

You coughed holding your neck. Getting your breath back. Theo stared at you again. With that dead look that made you shiver. “I…I’m sorry Theo..you must be mad I killed you. But you’re back.” You smiled a weary expression. Theodore tilt his head, clearly confused with his own emotions. Narrowing your eyebrows you slowly moved towards him. Reaching your hand to him, he bit you. “AH! MOTHER FUCKER!” You kicked him at his chest gaining a small groan. “Gr…aughh..” you let out a groan, getting up you checked if the bite was deep only to sigh out of relief. “Fuck…fuck…okay so you don’t really have the normal brain. Fuck me…”

You hissed still holding your bitten hand. Theodore however seemed to be in his own world. His messy brown hair sticking to his forehead after your kick. It seemed he was actually thinking for once as he’d seen you walk back and forth. You were also in your own world. Thinking about how you were gonna talk to the professors about your mess. Or more so your own people. Maybe they can make him more normal? You didn’t seem to realize a tall brooding body behind you. You turned around to only flinch.

He towered over you. Theodore opened his mouth, his lips chapped lips sticked together as he did so. “…Y…Y/N…..” your eyes widened. Backing up with each step, he stepped to you closer. Theodore grabbed your arm, pulling you close to him. “Y…y/n…” you couldn’t believe it…no fucking way. Theodore started to hug you. And you just stood there confused and scared. Was he slowly gaining his memory back? Or was it some sorta of confusion? Connection? Whatever it was. You didn’t know if you liked it or not. As whatever this Theodore was doing, he was making sure you won’t leave his side.

[rafetopia]

𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

- 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

pairing: canon!rafe cameron x fem!dark!reader (she a little crazy too)

genre: action (?), smut, teeny bit of fluff & angst -> 18+!!

words: ~5.2k

warnings: shootings, mentions of guns (obviously), fire, mentions of death, dom!rafe, not so subby but bratty reader, prison break, (slight) daddy kink, (sexual) choking, hair pulling, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex

summary: after her efforts of getting her fiancé out of jail the legal way, (Y/N) has to take on different measures to get him back

note: this is kind of a second part to “till death do us part” but it can be read as a stand alone too.

also please go easy on me, I obviously have yet to break anyone out of jail, and I’ve not been chased by the police that often yet so if there some parts that seem unrealistic to you- please ignore them

“Get on your damn knees, Cameron!” Shoupe was screaming at the young man, as he ran out of the water.

“Baby? Baby where are you?” Rafe screamed as panic overcame his voice. 

He frantically looked around him, but there was no sign of his girl. The second he reached land, he turned around, trying to find at least a sign that she was alive but there was nothing. It wasn’t until he heard Deputy Plumb scream “I got her!”, that he knew she was alive. She dragged her by the shoulder, her grip so tight, that the girl was sure it would leave marks. 

“Let go of me!” She yelled, trying to get herself free, as the older woman dragged her to shore. 

“You wish…” Plumb gritted through her teeth, knowing exactly that she would try and run away the second she would let go of her.

But (Y/N) would never run away without the love of her life and by the way the male Officers were throwing themselves on him, she knew that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. 

“Let go of him!” She screamed, but her wishes stayed unheard. “I swear to god if you hurt him, I’m gonna kill you, all of you!” She continued, not caring about the consequences her threads might bring with them. 

Rafe tried to free himself from the Officer's grip, but he wasn’t strong enough to fight off four male Officers, especially not with the anger they had in them. “Would you calm down?” Shoupe ordered as he turned around to look at you.. “Only gonna make things a lot harder for the both of you.” 

The moment (Y/N)’s feet had dry land under them, she tried to fight herself free again, but Plumb's grip was tight, a little bit too tight for Rafe’s liking. “If you hurt her, I swear I’ll fucking kill you.” The face of the young man turned red, as he so desperately tried to fight himself free so he could protect her. He saw the tears forming in his love’s eyes and to say it drove him insane was an understatement. 

He wanted to fight himself free, wrap his arms around her, and carry her away but before he could even attempt to do anything, he had Deputy Thomas’ fist in the face, sending him to the ground with such force that he blacked out for a second. The moment he regained consciousness, he heard her scream in pain. 

“You bastard!” She cried, before fighting herself free of the woman’s grip and launching towards the Officer. “He wasn’t even doing anything you disgusting piece of shit!” She screamed, as they contained her and brought her to the ground next to her boyfriend. 

He was lying on his stomach as they started to cuff him, and she softly caressed his eye, which was already swollen. “It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna get you out of this.” She sobbed, as they took her hands and put them behind her back, before cuffing them together. 

“You’re gonna pay for this.” She mumbled through gritted teeth, as they were dragging him to the police car. 

“Would you stop with the threads now, Miss?” Plumb hissed at the girl before she turned her attention towards her boss. “Let’s take her with us? So she can calm down.” 

“I am calm you fucking bitch!” 

“Okay.” The officer chuckled, before dragging her towards the other car. She was about to go inside when Rafe turned himself around and looked at her. 

“I love you, baby.”

“Till death do us part?” She smiled.

“Till death do us part.” He answered, before the Sheriff shoved him into the car.

“If that fat pig hurts him again, one more time…” She mumbled before Plumb pushed her into the other car.

………….

That was six weeks ago. Since then, she had tried everything in order to get him at least out on bail but the judge was hard. She consulted the best lawyers and brought up the way they treated the two of them during their arrest but hence the drugs in their system and the statements of the arresting officers, no one was able to do anything. She tried to do it the legal way, she truly did but she never had a chance. Especially not now when they started investigating her and her entire family. 

She knew she was screwed and she would have to take action soon if she didn’t want to end up in a prison cell herself. After her last visit, she was able to visit him once again, thanks to her amazing ability to convince people to do whatever she wanted and her outstanding talent for blackmailing but after her last visit, they completely blocked her out. Being investigated for fraud and money laundering, really took away all her family's credibility, leaving her with nothing but her last resort. She had to break him out of jail. 

So there she was with a smile on her face, watching the flames, as they grew bigger and bigger, until almost swallowing the whole building. Screams were echoing from the front of the building but she didn’t care. It was almost as if she didn’t hear them. Officers trying to escape without getting thrown back into the flames by Kildare’s most sinister criminals, and prisoners, trying to use this opportunity to get their freedom back.

(Y/N) knew it was a risky plan, she knew there was a chance that he wouldn’t make it out of there in time before either the cops or the flames got the best of him but it was her last chance. Tomorrow, they were planning on transferring him to the mainland for his trial, the big one. The one that determined whether he was guilty of his crimes, or if he was innocent and she damn well knew, the chance for the second one was less than zero. 

She was hiding behind the building, hoping he would know where to find her. She had the car ready, in case they needed to make a run for it, just like they had always joked about. 

The smoke had gotten worse as the flames made their way around the building and anxiety slowly burned its way through her body. She tried to calm herself down, as she unconsciously played with the pink “Bratz Doll” lighter between her fingers. Did she do the right thing? Would he make it? What if he didn’t? Then she would’ve killed the love of her life.

She took a peak around the corner where she saw Sheriff Shoupe arguing around with a group of firefighters. She hadn’t heard them come. His clothes were gray from the smoke and he was coughing a lot, but other than that he seemed fine. She appreciated the fact that she did not just kill Kildare’s new Sheriff, only a few months after her fiancé had killed the first one. Shortly after, more police cars arrived at the scene, followed by the loud noise of what she assumed to be a helicopter, landing on the other side of the building. She knew if he hadn’t made it out by now, then her whole plan would most likely have been for nothing. 

She quickly made her way back to her car, where another wave of anxiety overcame her. She tried to think positively but the tears in her eyes were starting to get through. It couldn’t be. She couldn’t be the one that killed him. She was smart and resourceful, her plans never failed. But this wasn’t a rational plan. She was desperate. 

(Y/N) watched, as the flames started to swallow the building whole, besides the fireman’s efforts to stop it. She tried so hard to hold on to the last piece of hope but she had given up. She was about to get into her car when she was stopped by a familiar voice.

“You weren’t about to leave without me, now were you sweetheart?” He coughed, causing her to freeze in her tracks. 

She turned around and was met with her fiancé, covered in soot from head to toe. His once orange prison suit was now gray, the orange barely visible anymore. He was coughing a lot but between his coughs, he was smiling. She squealed in happiness, before jumping into his arms. 

“I thought you didn’t make it.” She whispered, almost crying into his neck.

“Nah, you can’t get rid of me that easily baby.” He chuckled. 

Hand in hand, they ran to the car as fast as they could. Just when (Y/N) was about to turn the ignition, she was stopped by the familiar *click* of a gun.

“Don’t you dare, turn on that car, (Y/L/N)!” The woman coughed out, her words barely hearable to the other two.

“Told you Plumb,” She smirked, as she pulled down the window. “Told you, you’re gonna pay for this.” And with that, she turned on the car and drove away, trying not to get killed by the bullets that came flying after them.

As they got chased through the streets of Kildare by what felt like the entire police department, Rafe tried to fire back with the gun she had brought. He had climbed into the backseat so he had a better angle, without his feet blocking her stick. He had tried to convince her to switch seats, but as stubborn as she was, she insisted on driving.

“I swear to god Rafe, if you get shot I’m gonna finish you off myself.” She yelled as he almost got hit by a bullet. “Just shoot something, it’s not that hard to hit someone, you must know…”

He gave her a bitter laugh. “It’s certainly not that hard to put your foot on that damn gas pedal either! Just let me take over!”  

“No, I can do this! I’ve always wanted to do this!” She giggled, after dodging an old man who had started to cross the street but wasn’t fast enough in turning around. “Oops!” She laughed. “We almost killed our first-grade math teacher.” 

“No, you almost killed our first-grade math teacher. I liked that guy!” He yelled back into the car, after trying and failing to hit the cars behind them. “Can’t hit anything with you driving like a maniac!”

“How else would you want me to drive, mister?”

“Just let me fucking do it?”

“Fine.” She mumbled, before jumping out of her seat. Before Rafe even realized what was going on, she had climbed into the passenger seat. “Go and take over the fucking car then!” She yelled, as she grabbed another, but slightly bigger gun from beneath the seat and leaned out of the window, almost shooting Rafe himself as he was still leaning out of the window as well.

“Oh my god.” He mumbled, as he jumped into the driver's seat, “Are you fucking crazy?” He waited for a second as if he really thought she was going to reply, before continuing, “Of course you are, you just broke me out of jail with a pink “Bratz doll” lighter…” He chuckled, as he knew goddamn well you wouldn’t use anything else to light something up, let it be a candle when you’re taking a bath or some wood when you’re lighting up a fucking detention center.

Rafe still had the other gun, so naturally, he tried to take over not only driving but also shooting. With his foot on the gas pedal, he leaned out of the window and started shooting. He thought he held the car steady as he hit multiple tires of the police cars behind them but if it wasn't for (Y/N) and her taking over the steering wheel, he would’ve driven them both straight into a café. 

“Goddamn it!” She yelled, “But you’re calling me crazy?” 

The officers quickly lost control over their cars as the bullet holes drained the air out of their tires and before they could do anything about it, they were clashing into each other. One of the cars crashed into a restaurant, and the screams of the people were even louder than the terrible sound of the sirens that had chased them. 

 “See, just let Daddy handle it. There’s a reason you’re my designated passenger princess.” He grinned satisfied.

“See, let daddy handle it…” She mocked, “If it wasn’t for me you would not only still be in jail, but we would also both be lying dead on Papa Joe’s Ice Cream counter you bloody idiot!” She yelled, almost spitting into his face out of anger. She was expecting some sort of accountability from him but all she got was a laugh. “No I’m fucking for real Rafe Cameron, disrespect me like that again and I'll send your ungrateful ass to hell myself.” 

“Gosh how much I missed your little attitude.” He grinned, before placing his hand on her thigh. “Can’t wait to fuck it out of you.” 

“Keep up your attitude and the only thing you're gonna fuck for a very long time is your own damn hand.” 

“We’ll see ‘bout that.” He smirked, before turning his attention back on the road, earning nothing but an evil side eye from the girl next to him. She might be in a mood now, but he knew goddamn well that she'd come begging for his dick soon enough.

“Got a boat parked at Layla’s beach rental.” She stated simply, without looking at him. “Maybe you can press on that gas pedal a little more since you’re so good at it, and get us there before more cops show up and have taken over the marsh…” 

Without saying anything, he headed towards her best friend’s rental property, where the boat was waiting for them. It wasn’t as big as the Druthers, but it was more than enough to get them to the Mainland. Neither of them cared about where particularly, they just wanted to get as far away from the outer banks as possible. 

As they were getting the boat ready, they could hear the sirens already approaching. While Rafe loosened the Anker, (Y/N) started the motor. They were about to drive away when The officers, such as Sheriff Shoupe and Deputy Plumb jumped out of their cars. 

“We got company.” (Y/N) stated as Rafe took over the wheel. “I thought we got them good back there but apparently not good enough.”

He hit the gas pedal and slowly drove the boat away from shore, trying to ignore the amount of guns that were currently pointed at them.

“Put your hands up and step away from the wheel!” Shoupe yelled through a megaphone. “I repeat, Rafe Cameron, and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) put your hands up and step away from the steering wheel. Do not make me repeat myself.” 

Rafe’s gaze went from the officers, who had all pointed their guns at the two of them, to her. She was standing steady, her hands not up in the air like she was told. He knew she would never oblige to them, (Y/N) was that kind of girl that would be rather dead than locked up, he knew that. Her eyes met his and in that moment it felt like the world stopped. He saw the fire in her eyes and it was burning brighter than ever, almost as if she was enjoying this. There was not an ounce of fear in them, there never was, except for the time she thought he died in the flames but he didn’t know that. He knew exactly what she was about to do which left him with only one option. She gave him a soft smile, before leaning in for a kiss. She didn’t plan on occupying his lips for that long, since she knew every second wasted could cost them their life but she didn’t care. This could be the last time she tasted his lips so she had to take her time. In a swift second, she pulled the gun out of her jeans pocket and started firing. 

The next few moments didn’t feel real for either of them, but the bullet holes on the boat proved that they were. Rafe had taken over the wheel as he sped away from the scene, while his girlfriend gave him cover. In this moment, Rafe experienced what true fear felt like. With every shot fired, there was a chance it could hit her, and alone the thought of it made him dizzy. (Y/N) on the other hand, had never felt more alive. She reveled in the gunfire that they, especially her, had started but her excitement soon died out when not only her bullets went out, but they also started getting shot at from their left, as police boats started to get closer to them. 

“Baby, I’m out!” She yelled out, trying to keep calm. 

“Here, take over.” He commanded as he pulled out his own gun. “And baby?” 

“Yes?” 

“Hit that damn gas pedal this time!” 

She smiled, before turning around and really hitting that pedal. It was the boat her dad had gifted her after she got accepted into college and it was a damn fast one. Other than a car, (Y/N) knew exactly how to drive a boat and soon their pursuers had to learn this the hard way. She was fast and soon, the officers had to let them go but it wasn’t only because (Y/N) was too fast for them and Rafe knew that. They had hit two of the officers. 

“Baby… baby they stopped.” (Y/N) squealed as she let go of the wheel and jumped into her boyfriend’s arms. 

“Thanks to you, princess.” He laughed softly. “You were amazing. You have no idea how much I love your crazy ass.”

“Oh, I know.” She chuckled, before leaning in for a kiss. “Now are you finally gonna fuck that attitude out of me, or what?” She didn’t have to ask twice, as he had pushed her into the cabin before she could even take another breath. “Shouldn’t we put the boat on autopilot first?” She giggled against his lips.

“Right.” He chuckled, before pushing her onto the couch. “Be right back!” He hurried outside and put the boat on autopilot while making sure one last time that they weren’t followed anymore. 

When he came back, she was lying on the couch, her upper body resting on her elbows and her legs spread, revealing the hot pink thong she was wearing underneath her baby blue jeans skirt. He mustered her body, his eyes traveling from her beautiful face, down to her tits that were barely covered underneath that black excuse of a tank top. The further his eyes traveled down her body the more saliva built up in his mouth, as he couldn’t wait to bury his head between her folds. 

With the biggest smile on his lips, he hopped on top of her, where he was welcomed by her tongue exploring his mouth. She gently placed her hand on the back of his head, so she could push him closer to her. They both had waited for this moment for months, so they didn’t want to waste any time. He didn’t want to waste any time, as he had yet to thank her for getting him out of there in the first place. 

As his tongue fought for dominance, he gently pulled them both up, so they were sitting. He helped her remove her top before she quickly hopped out of her skirt. He held in for a second, taking in the image in front of him. She was wearing a hot pink lace bra, covered in heart-shaped embroidery, matching the thong she was wearing. He didn’t recognize this set of lingerie, she must have gotten it while he was locked up. “You look perfect, princess.” He whispered as he crawled back on top of her. 

“Thank you.” She smiled, “But I need to see you as well, baby. Been too long since I felt those abs beneath my fingers.”

“Patience.” He smirked, before leaning back in. 

He quickly buried his tongue inside her mouth, before she even had the chance to take control. He enjoyed her longing to take over once in a while but not this time, not after what she just did for him. He had to be in charge tonight, not just because he had been behind bars for the past three months, but also because he had to be the one making her feel good tonight. He had to be the reason for every ounce of pleasure she was experiencing, it was his way of showing his gratitude towards what she had done for him, what she had risked for him. Not that anything he could ever do could ever make up for that. But if he was being honest to himself, a small part of him had to assert dominance to show her who was in charge, despite what he just did for him.

He let his fingers slide down her thighs, slowly to build up the anticipation she was already drowning in. “Baby…” She moaned into his mouth as if this would make anything better. Instead, it only motivated him to go slower. He knew how much it tortured her but he also knew her reward would be even bigger in the end. 

As he slowly let his fingers dance over her skin, he moved his tongue over to her neck, where he started nibbling on her earlobe, her sweet spot. As he worked himself over her skin, she filled his ears with sweet moans, that got louder and heavier the closer his fingers got to her core. He slipped them in without a warning, causing her to gasp out in pleasure. Her hands were sliding over his overall, gripping the rough material for dear life, as his fingers started to slowly but surely destroy her from the inside. She tried to bury them deeper by pushing herself onto him but he had loved her long enough, so he knew exactly what she was doing. 

“What did I tell you, baby?” He chuckled softly against her skin, sending goosebumps all over her skin. 

“Can’t help it, I… I need you.” She cried out desperately. “Need to feel you inside of me… “ She paused, “Deep inside of me.”

“Need to taste you first, baby. Need you to cum all over my face, can you do that for me, princess?”

“Hmmm.” She hummed, as she pushed herself further onto him. 

Rafe laughed in amusement but decided to grant her her wish. In a second at least. He planted a soft kiss on her lips, before moving down. Without giving her a warning, he ripped away her thong and buried his face between her folds. 

“Just as sweet as I remembered.” He mumbled, sending another set of vibrations straight through her core. “So fucking perfect.”

“C- can you shut up and…- 

“And what?” He asked sternly as he removed his tongue.

“Just suck me off already, I know how fucking sweet I taste…”

“You and that damn attitude.” He grinned but his expression was dark. “Do I need to remind you who's back in charge?” He asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question than anything else. Before she could even think of an answer, he had his tongue buried inside of her once again at a pace that was faster and stronger than anything else she had ever experienced. It took him less than fifteen seconds to make her cum but if she thought she finally got what she wanted, she was in for a bitter surprise. Because now he wouldn’t stop making her cum with everything but his dick, until she finally got who’s back in charge, and knowing her, he knew they were both in for a very long night.

Even though she knew she soon realized (latest after her third orgasm) that she wouldn't get his dick anytime soon, it didn’t stop her from complaining about it. It wasn’t until Rafe had enough of her, that he took the piece of fabric that was once her thong and stuffed it into her mouth. 

“One more, babygirl…” He cooed, “Give me one more and I promise you, you’ll get what you want.” 

She heard what he said but she was drowning so deep in pleasure and the enormous feeling of overstimulation, that she wasn’t able to process the words that left his mouth. It didn’t take long until another wave of pleasure ran over her body, completely swallowing her up in it.

“Good girl.” He grinned, as he licked her juice from his face. He gave her a second to catch her breath as he pulled off his now gray prison suit. He crawled on top of her, removed her panties, and planted soft kisses on her lips, where she could still taste herself on them. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispered into her ear, as his hands reached under her back to remove her bra. 

As soon as it had landed on the floor across the room, he had her nipple surrounded by his tongue. He knew how much she loved this, how it sent shivers all over her skin, and how quickly it became torturous for her, as it made her build up an intense amount of pressure down her core, but never enough to release it. 

“Baby…” She cried out, still a little bit overwhelmed by the four orgasms he had already given her. 

“Say who’s in charge and you’ll get whatever it is that you want, princess.” He whispered, knowing exactly how hard it would be for her to admit that. He knew she had a hunger for power but like he had already promised himself earlier, she couldn’t have it, not tonight.

“Please…” She whimpered, as his fingers traced over his well-toned stomach.

“Say it, darling. Say it or I’ll stop.” He whispered against her skin, His hot breath burning right through to her.

“You…” She cried out.

“Who?” 

“You, Daddy. You’re in charge.” She whispered, “Tonight.”

He chuckled in amusement at her quiet addition, nothing different than what he had expected. Before she knew it, he had slammed his dick into her, causing her to moan out in pleasure. “We’ll see ‘bout that.” 

He started slow, his hands entangled in hers, as his tongue was dancing around with hers once again. He loved starting slow and then going faster and faster until all she could do was cry and beg for him to let her cum. She had her legs wrapped around his back, it was her way of regaining at least a tiny bit of control, as she had the power to pull him in even deeper if she wanted to. And combined with her nails digging deep into his skin, that was exactly what she did. But as his thrusts got deeper and faster, the pleasure started clouding her senses, resulting in her legs letting loose. 

“You think you can just trick me like that, pretty girl? Think again.” He smirked, but the expression on his face was dark. She knew exactly what that meant and before she even realized it, he had his hand wrapped around her throat. 

The faster he slammed into her, the louder and more pornographic her moans got, and the deeper her nails dug into her skin. He was sure by now, that he would have marks all over his back by the time they were done but he couldn't give less of a shit. All he wanted was for his girl to drown in pleasure and if took a bloody back to archive that, then so be it. For her he would drown himself in pain, he would bleed for her, hell he would die for her. And as she had proved earlier, she didn’t feel one single bit different about him. 

The tighter the grip around her throat got, the tighter became the knot in her stomach. He felt her walls tighten around him but he wasn’t done with her. Not yet. In a swift motion, he had removed his dick and swung her around. She was about to complain, but before she got a word out, he had rammed his dick back inside of her. 

“Such a good girl.” He moaned into her ear, as he grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her head back, and wrapped his hand back around her throat.

He couldn't see it but the tighter he grabbed her, the brighter grew the smile on her lips, as the tears streamed over her face. He hit her right at her sweet spot, the spot he was only able to hit in doggy and the spot that not only caused her to cry but also made her drown in pleasure. It didn’t take long until she felt her fifth orgasm building up, followed by the feeling of his dick starting to twitch, as he felt her walls suffocating him. Their moans started to sync up as if they had never done anything else before. She struggled to stay on all fours, as her orgasm rushed over her, he shot his load right up her core, before he collapsed on top of her, causing them both to fall on the couch. 

Rafe might have felt like the boss tonight, like he was in charge but what he didn’t realize was that every single thing she did and said after she got him out, was a controlled move to get her exactly where she was right now. So who was truly in charge tonight? The boy that was fucking her into oblivion, or the girl that was screaming through the night, as her fifth orgasm of the night, rushed over her?

They stayed like this for a little bit and as they both tried to catch their breath, he let his hand travel through her hair, gently stroking her head. Normally it was her who did that, but Rafe knew she needed some extra care tonight, especially after what she had put herself through for him. 

After he had cleaned her up, he wrapped them both in a soft blanket. They were lying outside on the deck now, under the sky, because he knew how much she loved falling asleep under the stars. Her head was resting on his chest, as his fingers softly danced over her skin. 

“I don’t think I can ever thank you enough, baby.”

“You know, I would die for you, right?” She whispered, her eyes already closed. “You are my everything, Rafe Cameron, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” 

He knew what she said was true, and that was what made it hurt even more. Alone the thought of her sacrificing herself for him, made his heart bleed but at the same time, a selfish part of him felt good, knowing he was loved by someone this much. 

“I would do the same for you, princess. In a second. Kinda already said that when I was asking you to marry me.” He chuckled softly.

“I know.” She smiled against his chest. 

“Till death do us part?”

“No. There’s nothing that could ever part me from you.”

“Not even with my soul burning in hell?” He chuckled.

“I would follow you anywhere, my love. Even into the depths of hell itself.”

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abby anderson

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parings: dom!abby x mean!sub!reader

synopsis: reader is annoyed at abby and abby teaches her a lesson.

cw: ROUGH oral and fingering (r receiving), orgasm denial, handcuffs, blindfold, pet names, reader is mean to poor abby:(

note: FIRST ABBY FIC AHHHH!!! also not proofread and VERY rushed.

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Mad would be an understatement, you were absolutely livid. You couldn’t decipher why you were mad at your girlfriend, abby, but you just were and that was enough. You and Abby were going out tonight to the bar with some friends. You knew you had to behave yourself but everything was ticking you off.

“Hey babe you almost ready?” abby asks from the ensuite bathroom of your shared home. “just 5 minutes” you responded. “what?” you hear abby ask while leaving the bathroom to hear you better, you simply rolled your eyes. “i said 5 minutes!” Your tone was laced with obvious attitude and abby just stared. “okay,” abby drags out “,well i’m gonna wait in the car” you widen your eyes for a moment in annoyance then let out a sigh “got it”

Abby didn’t move, she starred at you like a hurt puppy before tensing up “Are you mad at me?” Abby asked with a confrontational tone. You set down your makeup brush before swinging around to face your girlfriend, “Can you leave me alone?” you practically spit out “i’ll be done in 5 minutes, christ, are you that impatient?” you said before spinning back around to face your vanity in your chair. Your words shoot to kill but Abby could take the hits, and she also definitely wasn’t going to let that slide.

She walked over to you and spun your chair around before slamming her hands on the vanity behind you, trapping you and forcing you to look at her. “Abs, what are you-“ she cuts you off with a long kiss. The rough and lust full kind of kiss. Abby hated how bratty you were and thought you needed a lesson to be learned. “You thought you could talk to me like that without being punished? huh?” you were so lightheaded from the kiss that you didn’t respond and that only fueled Abby’s anger. She grabbed your chin and pulled you closer “talk” she spoke in such a stern tone, her eyes piercing through you and creating new desires for you. “i’m sorry” you stuttered out, “It’s too late for sorry, baby, you’re stuck now”

You knew you were in for it, and if you weren’t turned on by the rough kiss you sure are now. Abby kissed down your neck and pulled the straps of your sundress down. She kissed all the way down to the center of your chest, cupping one breast while sucking on the other. Quiet moans irrupted from your throat but that wasn’t enough, abby wanted to have you screaming. Abby switched to give the other boob some attention while simultaneously brushing her hands underneath your dress to pull your panties off. She then pulled away and placed a kiss on your lips again “You can only cum when i tell you to. okay?” Abby says and you nod. “repeat it” Abby said while massaging the inside of your thighs “i can’t cum, unless you say i can” your words fell out of your mouth almost like a moan.

Abby places another kiss that seemed more like a ‘good luck’ kiss before dipping her head down between your thighs. She hooked her arms on your legs and pulled you forward, as well as holding down your wrists that were holding onto the edge of your seat. She licked a long stripe along your soaking cunt. Abby was a huge fan of giving you head, she loved the way you taste, how you writhe and grind your hips on her mouth, and how she feels so much in control. The second you started to let out moans abby sped up. She was eating you like it was her last meal and the sounds her tongue made were vile and dirty. she sucked on your puffy clit and you twitched, your orgasm building up. “oh fuck, abs!” you moaned, your back arching off the chair.

the second Abby removed one of her hands from your wrist your hand flew to the back of her head, pushing her closer. Suddenly, Abby pulled away and you whined “Abby!!!” abby glared up at you and you had to fight back a moan “are you that impatient?” abby repeated what you said earlier, her harsh tone hitting you like bricks and now you understand how abby felt.

abby got up and reached over to your vanity, grabbing one of those fluffy pink headbands used to hold back your hair for when your doing your skincare. she placed it over your eyes and told you to wait. After what felt like hours but in reality was 10 minutes, you felt something cold and metal against your wrists. Abby moved the makeshift blindfold up a bit for you to see what she’s done. She handcuffed you to your chair, you pulled against the cuffs but there’s no use. Where did she even get those? you thought.

Abby reached out to touch the hemline of your dress “Let’s get this out of the way, hm?” Abby ripped the dress off completely, leaving you naked on your chair. “you remember the rules?” Abby asks and you, once again, nod. “Good girl” Her voice was quiet but stern, you could’ve came right then and there. Abby shifted the blindfold down completely, leaving you to rely on your ears to understand what’s happening.

You twitched when Abby started again, licking and sucking your folds. Abby then rubbed your clit with her thumb and you felt like your body was on fire. The pleasure started to rise again, especially when Abby started to fuck you with her fingers. She stuck two digits in, not even waiting for you to get used to the stretch before pumping them in and out of your cunt. “God, you’re so tight” Abby said against your clit, sending vibrations all throughout your body. your moans grew louder and louder. “Abby, oh my god!” you were close, abby knew it by the way you were grinding your hips against her mouth and the sounds of the handcuffs being pulled at.

Abby stopped completely, and your orgasm started to fade “I-what-abby, please! Abby i’m sorry, i’m so sorry! please let me cum” you were on the verge of tears and abby just rubbed your thighs “Poor girl, you can’t handle the consequences of being a brat? Don’t worry baby girl, if you’re good i’ll help you finish” Abby’s words were laced with amusement but there’s nothing else you could do other than obey her rules, and you did.

Abby teased you for wait too long. tears were streaming down your face at this point and you couldn’t take it “Abs, please baby, please” your voice was gone from the screams abby brought out of you. She lifted her head to place a soft kiss on your lips, she undid the handcuffs and removed the blindfold. “i think you learned your lesson now” Abby said. You were red and panting after being denied your orgasm three times. Abby brushed out your hair before snaking her hand down between your thighs again. Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave and abby talked you through it. praising you and being way more gentle than before. You’re eyes felt heavy as abby whispered in your ear “let’s get you cleaned up”

taglist: @luvleyjuno @quillzsstuff

[dark-vader28]

before I start I love your work you’re literally my favourite writer on tumblr atm :)

(I never do requests so I might be a bit stiff 😭)

I was wondering if you could do something where the reader is Rodricks neighbour and one of his best friends. And it’s like friends to lovers?

Rodrick takes us on drives with his van often and loves spending time with us. And then one day he confesses. (Idk I’m waffling atp)

aww this is so cute i love this idea and tysm!!

a/n: i’m sorry this is so lazy and poorly edited, i’ve just been so swamped with work but i didn’t wanna wait any longer to write this cause it’s such a cute idea.

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Greg and Rowley were getting tossed around in the back of Rodrick’s van, flying across with every bump in the road. Music blasted through the van and out the open windows as you and Rodrick sat in the front. For a moment you felt bad for the two boys in the back, one of them being your best friend’s younger brother. But you were over the feeling as Rodrick air-drummed along to the song, nearly crashing the car for the millionth time. You’d gotten used to his reckless driving and if anything, you enjoyed it like it was some rollercoaster.

The van slammed to a stop at Rodrick’s house and Greg slammed against the back of your seat, causing you to laugh. You turned to look back at them, unbuckling your seatbelt in the meantime. They both looked horrified, wide-eyed and disheveled clothing and hair, but they didn’t look hurt. No visible signs of bruises or bleeding anyway.

The radio shut off and you hurried out the car and to the back to help Greg and Rowley out. You knew Rodrick wasn’t the biggest fan of either of them but you didn’t mind them and the sinking feeling of guilt started to return as you watched them stumble out the car.

“Guess he shouldn’t have taken out the seats in the back,” you commented, grabbing Greg’s backpack that had been thrown around.

“Ya think?” Greg replied, pissy and sarcastic. Rowley scrambled to his feet, swinging his backpack onto both shoulders.

“Maybe I can convince Rodrick to let me drive next time, alright?” you suggested.

“Only if you’re better than that,” Greg scowled, glaring at Rodrick who was running inside.

“Be nice,” you warned.

“Why?! Rodrick nearly killed us!” Greg defended.

“He’s my best friend like Rowley is yours. Be nice or I won’t do you a favour and ask Rodrick if I could drive.” Greg frowned but kept his mouth shut, dragging Rowley along with him as they ran inside.

You were closing up the back of the van when Rodrick came running back out. You heard his quiet footsteps and quickly turned around before he could try and scare you.

“You know, maybe I should drive next time,” you told him, going to the passenger seat to grab your backpack.

“What? No way,” Rodrick replied without missing a beat. Your backpack hung from one shoulder as you closed the car door.

“Why not?” you questioned.

“My van, my keys,” he said, dangling his keys in the air. “I drive.”

“Yeah, well one day you’re gonna end up killing Greg and Rowley back there,” you added, shooting him a disapproving look.

“So?” he retorted. You pushed his shoulder, rolling your eyes and shaking your head as you hid a smile.

“You’re a douche, you know that?” you laughed, heading towards your house (which was right beside Rodrick’s). He followed after you. He tossed an arm around your shoulder, a gesture he started doing more and more often that you had grown accustomed to.

“Well, chicks dig bad boys,” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes again, pushing him off of you and he laughed harder.

Rodrick stayed over until about 7 that night, leaving when he figured he should go home before his mom had a fit about him missing family dinner. The two of you hung out nearly every night. More often than not, you were at his house, sat in his garage as he played drums or in his room watching scary movies until you were left holding onto him. You often weren’t that scared but watching horror movies at 3am is a different story. The only reason you ever hung out at your house was when Rowley was hanging out with Greg to spare the both of you from being bothered by them.

You and Rodrick had been friends since your family moved to town. The house right beside the Heffley’s was for sale and your father bought it without hesitation. You then met Rodrick at school, around the beginning of 8th grade. The two of you were sat in the back and you made some half-witted comment about how arbitrary and ridiculous the lecture and class was. Rodrick overheard and the two of you spent the next few weeks insulting and cracking jokes about the teacher in that class. Your desks would always scoot closer together and you had to cover your mouth to stifle the laughter and hide the smiles. By the end of 8th grade, you had spent a majority of the year sitting at his lunch table and hanging out after school. You used to go to the park near your house and torment the other kids there; hiding behind play structures and jumping out to scare them. It became more after that, especially when high school hit. You used to spend an afternoon together once in a while but he started to become an everyday thing, taking drives together when he somehow managed to get his license. Fortunately for the two of you, Rodrick’s mom adored you. Which may be why his parents never had a problem with you spending endless nights there.

But, despite what your parents thought at first and what Greg and Rowley think, you never had any romantic feelings for him. He didn’t feel like a brother to you either considering the way you saw Rodrick and Greg relentlessly bicker and fight. You weren’t like that with Rodrick. Sure, you teased one another but never fought in the way you’d watched Greg and Rodrick fight. You loved Rodrick, not in a brotherly way or in a “i’m in love with you, and i know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable” way. Or at least you thought.

Saturday evening rolled around and you sat up against the headboard of your bed, flipping through some old book you’d had for years. Your eyes flicked over the pages, hardly taking in and reading a single word. Your headphones blared music into your ears and you couldn’t help but tap the spine of the book along to the rhythm until you lost all interest in the book’s entirety. You tossed it aside, staring blankly at the wall in front of you. Normally, it would’ve been a day where you and Rodrick hung out but he had never picked up the phone and called you, or came pounding on your door, or even had failed attempts at climbing through your window (considering your parents were a little less fond of Rodrick, calling him a bad influence and whatnot). His absence left your day empty and it felt tedious with how slow the hours seemed to pass.

Around 9 o’clock, when you planned on having an early night due to your lack of things to do, you could hear honking from the front of your house. Then a shout of your name echoed through the house. You pulled on a jacket, covering up your bare arms, and practically flew down the stairs. Your mom stood at the front door, arms folded over her chest with a scowl.

“That boy, Rodrick, is honking outside. I just put your sister to bed and now she’s up, crying,” your mom frowned. You pursed your lips briefly and glanced at the door.

“Sorry, mom,” you mumbled, sliding into a pair of shoes before hurrying out the door. As you closed it behind you, you saw Rodrick hanging out the window of his van, one hand over the horn while the other held him up. His hand seemed to slip and he honked again. You rushed to the car and hit him as he flopped down into his seat. “Quit honking, or my mom’s gonna kill you,” you urged. Despite the darkness of the night, the pale moonlight lit up his face just enough to see the red of his cheeks as he looked away from you.

“Get in then, or I’ll honk again,” Rodrick joked and you rolled your eyes, smiling, before willingly getting in the passenger side.

“I should’ve asked, where exactly are we going?” you asked, turning your attention to him as he began driving. He was driving slower and much more carefully than he ever had before. His shoulders rose and fell in a shrug and he failed to look in your direction.

“I just wanted to take a drive,” he replied simply, sounding a little sheepish, which wasn’t like him. Taking drives with him wasn’t an unusual thing per se, but the way he seemed quieter and damn near stunned around you hadn’t fit his typical demeanor. Quite frankly, it worried you.

“Don’t you have a curfew?” you asked. He tapped the wheel, looking nearly everywhere but you. He nodded cautiously.

“Yeah, 9 o’clock,” he muttered. You laughed a bit, hoping it would lighten the mood or ease the tension that was weighing a ton.

“Well then, Rodrick, I-” but he interrupted.

“Have you ever liked anyone?” he blurted out. Your brow furrowed, stunned by the randomness of the question. His knuckles looked white from the way he gripped the steering wheel and you feared he would break it off.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” you questioned, avoiding answering. He drew in a sharp breath.

“I was just wondering,” he replied. You bit the inside of your cheek, hesitating on your response.

“Why, you like someone?” you asked, still delaying your answer as you tried to conjure up something to say. What did it matter to him? Better yet, why had the question made you so nervous? You and Rodrick told each other nearly everything. Rodrick ran to you asking for advice when he had a crush on Heather Hills. Why was it so different now?

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t,” he added, his voice going even quieter.

“What do you mean you shouldn’t?” you inquired. His jaw clenched and he brought the car to a stop. You looked around outside for a moment. There were no houses. There was nothing at all really. Just empty land.

It was silent except for the distant chirp of crickets. It took Rodrick a moment before he finally spoke. “Y/n, I-” he stopped, finally looking at you. All words escaped his mind and the rest of his sentence trailed off. He averted his gaze as quickly as he had found it and cleared his throat. He shook his head and shut his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. He buried his face in his hands and your worry reached its peak. He seemed outright miserable.

“I like you,” he spoke, voice muffled by his hands. Your jaw went slack and eyes went wide.

“What?” you asked quietly, not because you hadn’t heard but because you couldn’t fathom the fact he liked you of all people.

He lifted his face out of his hands and repeated himself, louder this time. “I like you.” Your gaze softened.

“Rodrick,” you began softly. His hands fell to his lap, then raised again and gripped the wheel, running his hands over it. Your mind was going nearly a million miles an hour, trying to sort out his and your own feelings. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest and you could hear the thump of it through the silence. You were hoping he would say something as you tried to carefully pick out your words but your head was just a jumble of all the things you wished you could say.

“Yeah, no, I get it,” he said, sounding defeated. You shook your head and your mouth opened but no words seemed to pour out. When there was a lack of your response, Rodrick jumped in. “I’ll take you home. Forget this ever happened, alright?” He finally met your gaze again and you could see the way his eyes were glassy and on the verge of bloodshot. You felt your eyes start to pool up. He turned his attention to the road and started up the car again.

“Rod, I, um, I didn’t mean for you to take it like that.” You desperately racked your brain for any of the right words that seemed to be forming on the tip of your tongue but you couldn’t deliver it properly. “To be honest, I don’t know how I feel.” You let out a light laugh, keeping yourself from the tears about to flow down your cheeks.

You were so enveloped in your mess of thoughts, you hadn’t noticed when Rodrick’s van pulled to a stop right in front of your house. You swallowed the lump in your throat and a hot tear rolled down your cheek. You’d come to the realization you liked him too, and maybe that you always had. It had never made sense to you though; that you felt that way for him. It didn’t made sense now either but it was clear that you did. You both got out of his van and you rushed over to his side. He was heading up his driveway and you stepped in front of him. He stopped, looked down at you through a few strands of his dark shaggy hair that covered his glassy doe brown eyes and you felt your heart stop for a moment. You cupped his face, and moved up to press your lips to his. There was a moment of bliss and ignorance where it felt like the world fell away. But you felt him tense underneath your touch and you slipped away. You let your hand fall away and felt the sinking feeling of regret in your stomach as you started walking away. Maybe if you had seen the dorky bright smile illuminate Rodrick’s face as you walked away, you might’ve felt better but you scurried home and spent the rest of the night thinking you made the worst decision of your life; ruining your friendship with Rodrick in a way that couldn’t be recovered.

The doorbell echoed through the house, startling you awake. You groaned, rubbing your eyes and turning on your side to look at your alarm clock. It was barely 9 am. You yawned and stretched as you sat up, finally getting up as the doorbell rang impatiently again. Your eyes had dark rings and were still red from your night of crying over Rodrick (shamefully and feeling ridiculously stupid for caring so much) but you hardly thought about how you looked as you stumbled to the door. The doorbell rang a 3rd time and you were sure your parents would be mad at you for not answering the door sooner. You swung the door open carelessly, not bothering to look through the peephole first. Despite your tiredness blinding your senses, the strong scent of flowers filled your nose when the door opened and when your eyes focused, you noticed the bright arrangement of colors before you, all blooming and full of life, which you weren’t sure you’d be able to maintain for long.

“My mom picked them, I didn’t know what you like,” the voice mumbled. Your attention flicked up from the flowers to the one holding them. You suddenly wished you looked better; your hair tangled from bedhead, bloodshot eyes, and some old tank top and pajama pants you had for years. Your eyes found Rodrick’s deep brown eyes and messy hair with a crooked smile on his lips. You nearly swooned, gaze softening as you could feel your heart melt.

“Rodrick,” you started quietly. He held the flowers out to you and you took them, a grin spreading across your face. You were speechless. You never took him as the type to give flowers, especially after one impulsive kiss. Not to your knowledge, Rodrick had run to his mom that night and begged her to help him. He didn’t trust most of her advice but took her ideas and turned them into The Rodrick Way. Except for the flowers. That was all his mom’s idea.

“Wanna take a drive?”

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a/n (again): this was kinda lazy and i hate this but i felt bad for postponing posting this for so long and i can’t keep rereading this and trying to fix it 😭 anyway, i loved the request so much!

[aothotties]

How they help you get over someone

| Eren | Armin | Jean | Levi |

Word count: 715

Warnings: best friend!Reiner, unprotected sex, pet names (babydoll baby), overstimulation, sex in a bathtub, daddy kink.

You and Reiner have known each other since you were young, you two basically grew up together and never left one another's side. He was always much bigger than you and pretty much everyone around him, so men typically were afraid to approach you for fear that Reiner would kill them for even looking in your direction.

Well except for your ex, for some reason he didn’t seem intimidated by Reiner at all, and for that Reiner has always hated him. 

Okay that’s only part of the reason why he hates him, the main reason being that he’s a scumbag. He relies on you for everything, he takes advantage of your kind heart and it truly infuriates Reiner. 

His anger only worsens when you show up at his front door crying your eyes out about how your boyfriend…ex did you wrong yet again. Except this time he didn’t forget another important date or say something mean, he cheated on you. 

And with the girl he told you not to worry about that. Oh Reiner is absolutely furious, but instead of acting brash, he pulls you into his arms and holds you to his chest. He knows that’s exactly what you need at this moment, not more yelling and screaming, just comfort and actual loving. 

Which is exactly how you end up in his bathtub, you coming on his cock for the second time that night and him whispering in your ear while he guides your hips.

“That’s it babydoll, keep cumming on me just like that.” He rolls his hip upwards slowly as your orgasm rolls through your body.

“R-reiner, f-feels good!” You squeal, picking your hips up only to drop them down seconds later.

He throws his head back at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in with each bounce of your hips, you take the opportunity and suck hickeys on his neck. He lets out a whimper and grabs your ass cheeks before pistoning his hips upward.

You let out a mantra of moans as his tip hits your cervix with each thrust, he pulls you back by your hair and smirks at the fucked out look on your face.

“Look at you, you look so good when you’re fucked out.” He says, rubbing his thumb over your cheek before sliding it between your lips.

You suck on his thumb and squeeze your eyes shut when you feel your climax approach.

“I’m gonna cum daddy!” You say, speeding up the motion of your hips.

You swear his dick somehow gets harder when you call him that, your eyes widen when he wraps one of his big ass hands around your throat and forces you to look at him.

“Y-you can only cum, i-if you promise you’ll leave him for good.” He holds you in place on his dick so you know he’s serious and you feel tears well up in your eyes at the feeling of him edging you.

“P-promise, fuck daddy please I promise. I’m yours.” You grab his strong arms and whine in desperation.

He smashes his lips against yours and picks up the pace of his hips again, you suck on his bottom lip as he continuosly fucks yout sweet spot.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good babydoll, you gonna give daddy such pretty babies.” He says, smirking as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“P-please fill me up, w-wanna give you a baby.” You shudder as the feeling of your orgasm creeps up on you, your thighs slowly beginning to shake.

“Fuck that’s right, come for me baby! ‘m gonna fill that tight pussy up” He says through gritted teeth. 

You drag your nails down his chest as you let out a loud moan, you feel your arousal gush out of your tight cunt and Reiner holds you down in his lap as he shoots rope after rope of his warm cum inside of you.

The sound of you two trying to catch your breath causes Reiner to let out a small laugh.

“Are you okay?” He lifts your face with his finger and you nod, giving him a tired smile

“I am now, daddy.” You say teasingly and let out a quiet moan when he thrust up into you again.

“Don’t tempt me.” 

[itssliyahhxoxo]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 pt 4

(𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐖)

(𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐗 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇)

Back to the night you’re water broke the first the thing Paige did was run to you and hers room to get the baby bag and ran to start the car it was like watching the flash run back and forth almost making you dizzy.

She basically dragged you to the car and started driving like a maniac and you knew she had road rage but due to the situation you both were in she was speeding like hell.

If you don’t slow down you’re gonna kill us before we even get to the hospital you snapped holding on tight to your seatbelt.

S-sorry she slowed down just a little you rolled your eyes leaning back into your seat and rubbed your stomach as you felt another sharp pain.

She slammed on the brakes when she pulled up to the hospital quickly getting out to get you a wheelchair.

I’m gonna kill your mama you whispered to yourself holding on to your stomach opening the car door Paige ran back out and sat you in the chair and rushed you back inside.

Will you slow down you asked as she sighed you in I can’t she rushed out seeing that she was nervous you took her hand in yours.

We’re gonna be fine you told her trying to calm her down you both let go when the nurse to you and her to your room they had have you a gown to change in.

And told you that your doctor would be with you soon our parents on on the way Paige announced walking back into the room.

You softly smile at her you ready to meat your baby girl more then ready she walked over and rubbed your stomach.

It was an hour before you saw the doctor and it was another one before you were ready to deliver on your first push it was a struggle holding on tighter and tighter to Paige’s hand.

She was pretty sure it was gonna fall off and second you had to push a couple more times until the room was filled with your baby girl cry you leaned back and sighed smiling.

Paige let go of your hand shaking the pain away and slowly followed the doctors that had your baby making sure she was ok you watched her softly smiling your eyes widened when you saw her fall back almost hitting the floor when one of the nurses caught her.

You shoot up but slowly sat back when you felt a sharp pain in you’re stomach is she ok you panicked yeah just in shock the nurse checked as two more nurses came in with a extra bed for Paige.

You shook your head laughing here’s your baby girl the doctor walked up to you slowly lay the baby in your arms.

With tears in your eyes you softly rubbed her cheek with your thumb i-is she healthy you looked at your doctor she softly smiled back at you.

Yes you looked backdown at the baby in your arms still not believing that you were a mom.

Paige woke up with a sigh she shoot up when she realized were she was and what had happened she calmed down when she saw you holding your baby she quickly got up but paused still nervous.

You looked at her and softly smiled come meet your daughter.

She slowly made her way towards you finally at your side she looked down at the baby with tears in her eyes.

You wanna hold her you asked when you realize she was speech less she quickly nodded her head you slowly handed her the baby making sure she held her head right meet diamond Madison bueckers you softly smiled.

Her head snapped at you w-what diamond was your mom’s name and as you know Madison was Paige middle name.

She looked backed down at diamond smiling hi she softly said softly rubbing diamond face realization covered her face looking back at you were mom’s she mumbled.

Yeah..we are.

After both your parents came you had fallen asleep trying to get some rest as Paige sat in the chair next to your bed with diamond in her arms not wanting to let her go.

She just got done talking multiple pictures of her and diamond when she got a notification from kk it was form instagram it was a picture from when you first got to the hospital you were in the wheelchair as Paige led you into the hospital.

Shocking news Paige bueckers and her girlfriend Leah rose seen at hospital answering all the rumors about Leah’s pregnancy.

Paige read the caption her heart beating rapidly worried about what would happen next for you and diamond.

You were let out the hospital after two days to recover you were now home some of the team came over to see the baby along with Paige and you’re parents.

You smiled from the kitchen as you watched kk and ice playing with diamond Paige walked up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist we did it she mumbled resting her head on your shoulder.

Yeah you sighed you two had talked about the post and decided you didn’t want to hide anymore besides Paige hade a game tonight so you we’re gonna go and bring diamond.

You sure about bringing her tonight Paige asked you looked at diamond one last time before answering yes.

You walked in azzi and couch next to you with diamond in your arms the crowd couldn’t believe their eyes seeing yours and Paige’s baby the all screamed thank god you had put on some sound proof headphones on diamond.

You smiled and waved taking your seat as the game began Paige ran out with the rest of the team with a smile when she saw you and diamond sitting on your lap.

You grab diamond hand and wave with it say hi mama you softly smiled.

The game went on and on and on until the end when Paige had the ball making at the last minute the buzzer went off and the crowd went wild you smiled proudly as Paige and the team made their way over.

She smiled down at you kissed you then diamond suddenly you saw panicked in her eyes..what wr- you were cut off when she got down on one knee.

Your eyes widened all cameras and eye know on you two.

You Leah rose are the love of my life I-i wouldn’t know what to do without you you’ve gave me everything I could ask for but just one thing she pasted still out of breath…

She pulled out the same box she showed your dad and opened it will you marry me..all you could do was stare at the ring in shock there was a long pause before you answered.

You softly smiled..yes you shook your head the crowd and the team screamed and she Paige smiled back putting the ring on your finger she softly kissed you smiling everyone still screaming and multiple pictures were being taken them all going to be up on the internet by tomorrow morning.

You all ended the night with celebration for the big win and ofc your proposal.

[nejiverse]

ROCK PAPER SCISSORS FOOD!

Gojo Satoru

Currently thinking of if Gojo were to participate in the rock paper scissors food challege..

Omigosh he’s a menace.

Whenever he loses, he claims that he wasn’t ready and that you pulled paper 2 seconds after he pulled rock, which is cheating. (rules only work when he’s losing by the way).

When you finally force him to accept his defeat (which took ten years off your life), he doesn’t even run all the way to the back garden gate, which was the spot you two agreed to run to, he runs like half way and calls it a day. He’s a downright cheater.

When he wins, you might as well wrap it up. He is hoovering up as much food as he can…without even taking a sip of water or anything. You dont know how he does it but you plan on writing a formal apology to the toilet in the evening.

It goes something like this…

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”, you exclaimed.

Gojo gasped and pointed an accusing finger at you. “You dirty cheater!”, he voiced.

“Toru..”, you slapped your forehead. “I’m not a cheater, you just don’t know the rules of rock paper scissors. You go when I say shoot, not scissors”.

He pouted, still fully convinced that you cheated.

You two did it again and you won fair and square.

“On your horse babe!”, you let out a giggle at his defeat and Gojo groaned.

“I wasn’t ready—”.

“Start running or i’ll finish all the food”, you threatened, throwing a fry in your mouth.

Gojo deflated and started running, his legs dragging behind him. Once he did half of the run he was supposed to do, he turned back.

You threw a final nugget in your mouth before facing him to do another round.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”, this time Gojo won, and best believe he flaunted his victory in your face like a child.

You rolled your eyes and started running. Meanwhile, Gojo started scarfing down all the food, starting with a couple burgers and finishing with two fist fulls of fries among other things.

Once you finished your run, your jaw dropped open.

With his cheeks full like a squirrel with its nuts, he raised a brow.

“Wha??”, his words came out muffled.

“You’re such a fat ass Toru”, you responded, eying the remnants he left (mostly crumbs).

“You’re just saying that cause you lost”, he swallowed his food, noticing your lowkey disappointed face. He kinda felt bad even though you’ve killed him with your insult.

“Alright, i’ll buy you food, whatever you want”, he offered. “Even if it must be that expensive sushi you insist on trying”.

Your eyes brightened as you willingly took him up on his offer, but not before insulting him first.

“Thanks big back, you’re probably gonna eat that too”, you huffed.

“That was NOT needed!”.

a/n: can ya’ll tell I love bullying Gojo?

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act 1 - the day your life changed / act 2 (coming soon!) / act 3 (coming soon!)

7.5 k words / warnings - reader written as the eldest daughter of toji fushiguro

summary - before meeting his wife, toji had a firstborn; and if you thought he was a messy parent with megumi you're gonna hate being that first kid with all the responsibility.

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Scene 1 - summer 2006

Shoko was yawning into a ceramic mug with ewes playing in watercolor daisies on the front. An unlit cigarette dangling between her fingers. One of her eyes fluttered shut as rising sunlight sliced over her face from the kitchen window. Trees swayed behind the glass pane.

In your hand was a beaten up flip-phone, and three hours away by plane Satoru Gojo also holds a flip-phone (much shinier and newer than yours, though).

“I’m serious, you’re too cocky. Even Sho’ thinks so.”

She moans, not quite sure what she’s agreeing to but too smitten with the taste of bitter black coffee to ask.

“Pfft,” Satoru drags the hissing sound before curtly replying, “Whatever.”

“You’ll get yourself and poor Suguru in serious trouble, you know? Sugu’s a sweetheart, don’t drag him down with your bad attitude.”

“Blegh! Stop whining about Suguru, he’ll be fine.”

“I bet if Yaga knew you two were just goofing off in Okinawa for an extra day, he’d be pissed.”

“Well, don’t tell him! Besides, Suguru and I are always acing missions. We’re the strongest, or did you forget?”

“I’m just saying...”

“And I’m just saying: don’t worry about us. We always come back in one piece.”

You sigh. Earning one from Satoru.

“How about this?” uh oh, you can hear the smile on his overconfident face, “If Suguru and I don’t mess up this mission -- you have to go on a date with me!”

That pulls an eye roll out of you instantly, “And when you do mess it up?”

An audible snort before, “Then, I have to go on a date with you.”

Your laugh is boisterous. A rude “ha!” breaking into Satoru’s ears, but he didn’t mind, he assumes the grin on your face is good-natured anyway, “Very funny, Satoru. I gotta go. Don’t get Sugu’ killed, okay?”

“Agh, stop worrying about him!”

With a harsh dig of your thumb, the line cuts -- an unimpressed glower leveling your face to which Shoko merely shrugs in response. Messy bob detangling between pale, lithe fingers as she strokes her bedhead. Cracked lips stretch around yet another ragged yawn from the girl.

“Jeez, Sho’, did you not sleep at all?”

Again, she shrugs.

“Can’t be as bad as Satoru,” you mumble, jerking open the communal fridge to peer at your friends’ boxed leftovers, “He sounded terrible. Like he was sick or something. Can’t imagine how Suguru feels, either.”

Shoko’s snicker echoes into her rapidly hollowing mug.

“Shut up!”

“Didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to,” you snap, reaching toward the very back of the chilly box, “Just for that I’m snatching your noodles from last night!”

“I wasn’t gonna eat ‘em.”

Three hours away (by plane!), Satoru is drowsily thumbing the ridge of his silver cell. A faint upward impression left behind on his rosy lips. Suguru dozes off at his side, and Satoru doesn’t have the heart to rouse him -- after all, he can keep enough eyes on Riko by himself.

And closer to you than ever before, two men with dark hair sit in a car. Toji Fushiguro waits with closed eyes and a slouched back, though his brain is live and wired. Shiu Kong continuously mutters about how bothersome his cargo is, earnestly uncaring to the fact Toji can hear his every stilted word.

“Do you want to go out?” you hum around salty noodles, raising a brow. Shoko lays her cheek in her hand and continues, “I don’t feel like staying in all day. I’m pretty sure I could rope Haibara into carrying some bags if we went shopping.”

“Haibara would just be glad to get an invite,” despite the jab, you’re grinning fondly, “Yeah, I can swing a day trip today. Beats studying.”

“Studying for what, even?” Shoko shoots you a disbelieving glare, “Hard ass.”

“Huh?!”

“You heard me,” swinging back the rest of her coffee, Shoko clinks the ceramic mug to wood and blips out of the room with a muted call over her shoulder, “Getting Haibara now! Get dressed!”

“Ughhh,” you frown, looking down at your loose pyjama shorts with contempt. Strangely, the question of which clothes in your arsenal Satoru likes most pops into your head first.

When you remember you won’t see him again until this afternoon, your frown deepens with a huffier “ughhhh!” following. Quickly scarfing down more of your champion’s breakfast.

Once dressed, you set out with Shoko (a freshly lit cig now occupying her mouth), Yu and even a bleary-eyed, unenthused Kento being wrangled out the door by Yu.

“We’re gonna get Kento a nose ring!” Shoko barks, poking the blonde’s cheek.

“I’d rather not,” he grumbles.

As your quartet slithers out from under the torii gates, two parties grow closer.

Suguru stretches, hands above his tense head with an boorish groan. Riko has half a mind to roll her eyes. She eventually does when Satoru follows it up with a complaint, “I’m never playing babysitter again.”

“At least it’s over,” despite his lull, Suguru has a sick sense that it will not be over so soon. Whether it’s a sudden fondness for the girl or true intuition, Suguru is certain he’ll see Riko again.

Riko sops up a droplet of sweat with Misato’s handkerchief, eyes narrowing over Satoru just in time to catch the buttons of his shirt clattering across stone. Untailored undershirt tearing open. Hot crimson splatters out.

A startled scream is trapped in Riko’s jaw, Misato shoving the girl behind herself as Suguru lunges forward. Frayed brain scanning Satoru until the tow-headed boy jams an arm to bar the rest.

Satoru flashes gemstone teeth, tells the group to run along. He can handle a single man.

…

“Augh,” you kick frivolously at the coffee table, orange sun dressing the common space, “Typical Satoru and Suguru! Late as always!”

“I’m sure they have reasons,” Yu claps your shoulder in an attempt to placate your impatience.

“Yeah, starting with ‘Satoru’ and ending with ‘Gojo’...”

“That dink does like making Suguru late,” Shoko agrees, twiddling the pink lighter you gifted her months ago. Her name is bedazzled down either side with rhinestones.

Kento nods slowly, silently appraising the point with hands folded across his bloated abdomen. Yu offers him a slice of tiramisu he’d brought home, to which Kento wordlessly waves off. At the same time, Yu stretches the plate towards where you and Shoko curl together on a single recliner. You both decline, similarly stuffed.

“I don’t know how you’re still hungry, Yu,” you pout, “I’m about to melt into the chair, I can’t move.”

“His stomach’s basically a blackhole,” Shoko’s joke has no room to linger because her phone rattles against the center table as soon as it's out.

Eight eyes draw that way, observing. Disguising her confusion beneath several layers of cool, Shoko stretches around you to snatch up the buzzing device and flip it open and put it to her ear.

“What?” she opens boldly. Brows furrowed.

Cicadas croak outside. You blink at the brunette’s side profile and watch as the knot in her face tightens before unraveling completely -- entire face eerily lax regardless of her tone,

“What?”

She shoves your legs off her lap, making Yu sit up straight. Even Kento’s attention pinched.

“Sho’?” you call quietly.

“Okay,” she flagrantly ignores you, standing and dropping her lighter, “Yes, yes. Yes. I’m coming down.”

“Sho’!” she’s rushing out before you can finish questioning, “Sho’, what was that about?!”

“Those two,” Kento reasons, standing as you do. While you’re preparing to dart out after Shoko, Kento reaches for your arms and rubs soothing ovals into your bicep, “They must’ve gotten injured. Ieiri is the best there is for this thing, they’ll be fine.”

“But they’re- !”

Yu stiffles his own urge to question Kento in favor of pulling you into a hug. Rambling soft, shallow assurances into your ear as he squeezes.

They’re the strongest.

They’re separated.

Suguru under Shoko’s palm, and Satoru looming outside a political office.

“Are you for real?”

The corners of Satoru’s mouth almost begin aching his lips are split so wide. Thumb thunking into his sore temple, heart thumping so hard the red meat may be pushing through his ribs. Extremities somehow simultaneously hot and cold, nerves overwhelmed by righteous hatred. Gold rains over him, and murky shadow splays far ahead of him.

“I’m for real, real.”

Toji knows he should run. Yet remains static as the boy in front of him stretches open; Toji has a twist in his gut urging him far, far away.

But he is stubborn, so he lags.

Green eyes sear through the younger boy. Toji doesn’t know this Gojo brat personally, but he’s certain he hates the kid.

Cicadas mourn in the trees along the walkway, birds flap carelessly overhead. Leaves appear orange under the dying sunlight, and grass whistles lowly around them. Toji is barely sticky with sweat while Satoru is crusty with blackening blood. He almost wants to point that fact out while the teenager is running his mouth.

Toji’s attention is recaptured by swaying trees over Satoru’s shoulder -- a dazzling shade of green. The only flourishing shade not drowned by moldy orange.

Satoru’s breath hitches, “The reason you’re going to lose is because you didn’t chop my head off, and because you didn’t use that cursed tool when you stabbed me in the head!”

“Lose?” Toji cocks a brow, drawing his blade with a fresh drum of agitation, “Our fight is just getting started.”

“Oh? Is it? Yeah… Maybe so!”

.

.

.

Hours later, as the moon finally flutters above the skyline, you’re craned over Suguru’s sleepless body in the infirmary. He lies still with open eyes -skin peeling with jagged red lines and yellow-green bruises. If not for the even bob of his chest he could be mistaken for any of the frozen bodies in the morgue below.

“Suguru?”

Dark eyes flick your way. Empty. Vast. Swirling with only little black spots. His lips remain firmly in a line.

“What happened?”

He does not respond.

“Does your throat hurt? I can make you tea?”

He does not respond.

“Are you hungry? Or tired? Do you want me to go?”

He looks away.

Suddenly, he’s glaring down at the floor -- you follow his venomous gaze to find you’ve begun loudly tapping your foot on the linoleum.

“Sorry,” you swallow the bulb in your throat, forcing the nervous leg to halt, “Sorry, Suguru.”

He’s never looked at you with so much intensity. Nothing is written on his face, he’s excellently schooled his expression to a startling numbness, except for his eyes. Once -just days ago- there was broiling lava rock, burning and gooey at the edges with affection and now you only see hard stone. If you look into his eyes too long you might break your own heart.

“I’ll go, then… ?”

He does not respond.

You quietly, confusedly return to your dorm room, and Suguru stays in the infirmary.

.

.

.

Toji is incapable of getting out the biggest thing on his mind before collapsing into his own pooling blood.

But Satoru’s eyes are unbearably perceptive, so he’s already placing this Invisible Man’s face to an aged photograph at your bedside.

His first response is anger, the urge to call you and swear you out is overwhelming. That anger is seconds later eaten by pity and guilt -- he punches himself in the arm for even considering harassing you (the pain is nonexistent but at least he can say he punished himself)

He comes to your room that night.

Blood has cemented his torn undershirt to his body. Uniform jacket buttons ripped open and hanging by threads. And gone are his glasses, though he won’t look at you. Snowy lashes low and slickly clumped.

“Satoru…?”

He stumbles forward from your doorway, stops, and falls. You catch him.

His skin is warm and you can feel his breath against your neck. The meat of his cheek occupies your shoulder, arms wound around you tight. So tight you almost consider the chance he’s gone mad and is trying to squish air out of you like a toothpaste tube. You return the gesture when he refuses to loosen, clutching around his bent frame.

“Something happened,” you announce it as a whisper. Your first thought returns to that dreaded phone call, which races directly to Suguru. You squeeze him tighter. Nails digging out the scuffed back of his coat and you slicken him against your chest. Your next thought is that Riko girl he’d called you about and the side of your head falls into the junction of his exposed neck, “Satoru,” he tenses, “What happened?”

“I…” you can feel the sigh before you hear it. His breath against your neck. It’s Suguru, right? He’s just worried, right? But Suguru is okay, right? So why is he so shaken? His back is slumping and shaky knees collapse his whole weight upon you. Is it Riko? Tengen? His embrace squashes your ribs into paste. Suguru. Suguru. Suguru. The sound of relief never reaches your ears, “I killed him.”

Your name - your real name - falls from his lips and he burrows further into you. Hiding. Skittish.

Tengen?

“Tengen?” besides the fact you know he’s alive, Suguru would have to do something truly heinous for Satoru to lay a callous glance his way, “What happened to Amanai?”

He shakes his head, and you feel something. Warm. Wet. Water slips below the collar of your nightshirt as fast as it trickles down Satoru’s cheeks. You smell iron the longer he clings to you.

“I killed him.”

You feel the blunts of his nails sink into your skin. He whispers again and suddenly you feel cold. So cold you cannot help but shiver.

When all the manic grins fell and Satoru could think, Toji’s eased expression became familiar. Gentle frown and unstressed skin beckoning his memory back to a picture yellow with age and dog-eared at every corner. The picture he stares at now, on your nightstand and tucked under your lamp so it doesn’t magically float off.

You don’t feel that tightness in your throat that you think you should. Although you don’t feel relieved either.

You nod and pull Satoru closer. A bland “okay.” all you can spit out.

He inhales, stuttering in the base of his throat. His eyes crinkle shut and that unsmiling, unbothered face in yellowing vinyl is hidden from view, “Okay.”

You nod again, “Okay.”

It doesn’t feel like he’s told you a lie.

Strangely, it still feels like tomorrow you will wake up and everything will be the same. Tomorrow some man you don’t quite know will be off slinking through the shadows of Tokyo, finding his next woman to freeload off. Tomorrow, he will groan himself awake and maybe he will think about you, or maybe he won’t. And he will go see Shiu. And he will be detached from every person he meets. And he will hold things loosely. And he will intimidate men in the street. Except now, he’ll do none of those things.

Now, he’ll rot. Now, everything is different, but it feels the exact same.

No, Satoru is not a liar.

But no, you can’t figure how to take this as the truth.

“He had a boy,” you can feel the curves of his lips against your neck. The words moisten your skin, Satoru’s arms constrict you somehow tighter, “A little one. In a few years, he’ll be sold to the Zen’in clan.”

“What was your plan?” you turn, nose nudging his. Neither of you pulls away.

Baby blues pour into you, moonlight interrupting the color at every twitch in his gaze. Bright stare following you exactly, as if he could see through you so easily but chooses not to. Your imagination casts an opaque cerulean glow around his eyeballs. It’s as unsettling as it is captivating.

“I don’t think it’d be right,” and he’s not a liar, “I was going to take him.”

Slowly, you nod, “Okay.”

“Can I stay the night?” he murmurs, already expecting your four letter response.

You wake up that next morning to white hair feathered across your chest. You don’t know how to approach today after last night, so you settle for a casual facade. You don’t have to approach anything if there’s nothing odd or terrifying that needs approaching.

Shaking Satoru by the shoulder, you rub crust out of your eye corners with the other hand and hum softly, “Time to get up, Satoru,” when he fails to rise, you sit up and watch him roll limply off your chest to your mattress, “C’mon, Satoru. If I’m up, you’re up.”

As he continues to lay there, your frustration inspires you to simply pinch him in the face until he whines, “Whyyy?”

“Get up, Satoru!”

“Already…?” he grumbles. Wiggling his face deeper into your pillow.

“I’m not tired anymore.”

“But I am...”

You don’t bother with more words before swinging off your bed and tugging Satoru by his leg. Still in a trashed uniform, Satoru allows you to drag him out of your room and into the shared kitchen.

Shoko and Suguru are the sight to greet you. Shoko flicking her lighter solely to watch the flame as Suguru pushes breakfast in cyclones around the rim of his bowl. Suguru is in the tasteless white tee and black lounge pants from last night while Shoko, similarly, hasn’t changed out of the white tank top and green shorts she wore when the phone rang. A slight upturn of the lips creeps over Shoko, momentarily dropping the lighter to wave -- then tipping her head toward you in approval,

“Hey, you got him up early for once.”

Suguru blinks down at his untouched food.

Nobody acknowledges the lingering stench of blood that follows Satoru’s disgraced appearance.

Your hand falls from its clutch around Satoru’s elbow toward his hand, index finger looping through his own.

“Are you feeling better now, Sugu’?” you step forward, stopped instantly as his eyes cut along your body. A harsh line from your socked foot to your face, fresh and dark discoloration beneath his eyes: wide like a puppy about to be kicked, “Suguru?”

He swallows nothing but spit, you see the muscles in his jaw fasten before he nods curtly, “Fine. Tired.”

Satoru’s mouth hangs open, a retort imminent. Then silence. And more silence. Satoru’s mouth shuts.

With the tense air stifling, you square your shoulders and shake out an unevenly whispered, “Let’s go, Satoru.”

He nods, dragging his eyes off Suguru’s haggard frame, “Okay.”

Scene 2 - summer 2007

Suguru enters quietly. So quietly you’re startled with the realization he’s willingly come into the same room as you.

Too preoccupied looming over the steel examination table to notice his intrusion, you stare into the drenched sheet below. Cold nipping your fingers, and head hung low. Blood dries on pale cheeks. Faint rot infesting your nose. Kento is slouched into a chair behind you with a towel over his eyes.

When the blonde grunts softly in acknowledgment, you finally spot Suguru. Wilted against the doorway, gaunt face angled just out of sight, his hands are shaking at his sides.

“We weren’t…” you sniff, the scent of meat filling your lungs, “I wasn’t fast enough.”

Kento shakes his head, “That was a local deity… that was a first grade case!”

“You couldn’t take it?” Suguru’s voice makes your shoulders jump, it takes a moment before you register he’s speaking to you.

“No.”

He doesn’t seem surprised.

You want to grab Yu’s hand, but you’re scared it’ll be as cold as the metal. You want to grab Suguru’s hand, but you’re certain he’ll pull away.

“You’re a first grade sorcerer now, you should’ve been more help, right?” Suguru pierces you with his stare, hard onyx needles lingering beneath thick, low lashes. He isn’t smiling and he isn’t frowning and you can’t possibly read the way he’s speaking, “Or maybe they just did that promotion for show. You’re very strong. It shouldn’t have mattered: if you were stronger, then Yu wouldn’t have died at all.”

You prefer his resounding silence.

“You were assigned to oversee their mission anyway. Even though you can barely use cursed energy -- you don’t even have an inherited technique,” an unspoken ‘just like him’ dies on the tip of his tongue when you lash back.

“He almost killed you, you know?” you snap, tempted to slap your chilled palms over your mouth until you remember all those fucking silences. The table’s edge is as frozen to the touch as the flat surface, but you grip that for purchase anyway, “He almost killed you, and the first time -- he did kill Satoru. You’re not one to talk about being strong so people don’t die, Geto!”

“I wasn’t strong enough then,” Suguru leans closer, he smells like his bedroom. Stale citrus air freshener and sweat. His hair is matted with bangs all grown out. And no matter how much he sleeps, those eye bags haven’t lessened a wink, “Now, I could kill your monkey of a father.”

His lips are parted with heated pants and many more words to say as water boils into your eyes, heat sizzling your face until your lips quiver.

“Satoru took care of that already,” if you weren’t so hyperfocused on the way he’d react, you could’ve missed his flinch at that name, “I don’t know what I did to you, Geto.”

Suguru leans back, miniscule expression relaxing back into that terrible nothingness. He blinks, and you can nearly pinpoint the exact moment his eyes truly focus on you rather than whatever’s behind you. Your hunched back, your trembling hands on the table, your fraught expression, your cheeks stained with cold tear tracks.

He sighs, digging the heels of his palms into his swollen eyes, “I don’t know, either.”

“He didn’t even know if I was alive,” you murmur, “It’s not like we were actually family,” lie, “I don’t even notice he’s dead,” lie, “It doesn’t matter,” lie, “I don’t want you to be another thing he ruins in my life.”

True.

Suguru’s eyes are split impossibly now, as if something has dawned on him, “You’re right.”

“I know!” you whimper, flinging your hands to your face in an attempt to bat tears away, “I know I’m right!”

He beats you to it -- cupping your face in both of his larger, warmed hands. He steps closer and glides the soft pad of his thumb under your eyes while purring an apology.

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, now fondly stroking your cheekbones, “He didn’t matter at all.”

Toji is one small spore in the world. One small thing growing invasively and infecting -leeching- every surrounding life: Riko and you and him and Satoru and you and his son and you and the people he’s killed and you and unknowing families and you and your mother and the boy’s mother and you and -God- he cannot bare thinking how many people that man ruined and abandoned. But, somehow, none of it matters at all simply because Toji is dead -beyond reconcile. Some day, another monkey may be allowed to fester just the same.

The heat of your body envelopes Suguru, arms twining around his waist and your cheek pressing into the swell of his chest. So intimate despite his cruelties. You hope to keep him together, to remind him that not all people are evil. Toji is one small spore of the world, and he’s been exterminated, so Suguru should look forward.

He does not, it’s just not what he’s best at.

Rather, Suguru is wondering how cruel of a person Toji was. To leave you and (apparently) your little brother and to take the life of an innocent high schooler. Over what? Jujutsu politics? Politics that had nothing to do with him in any case, politics started by monkeys trying to inspire a world they couldn’t possibly tame.

The evolution of Tengen, what a joke; for as much as Suguru’s beginning to lose faith in the wheel of sorcery, he understands more than those cultists could hope to.

The world would be better without this trouble. Without Toji and the people like him, permitted to grow and farm curses and create troubles that eat his friends alive.

“I’m sorry,” his body livens, though refuses to lift independently, one of his hands finds yours and entangles your fingers, “It wasn’t your fault,” he slackens against you, digging himself deeper into your hold, black tendrils tickling your face, “It wasn’t your fault. I’m sorry.”

“I’m worried about you, Sugu’,” you whisper, “I think you should take a couple days and rest.”

More time to think might be the last thing he needs.

“I have a mission coming up. Some mysterious village deaths they need me to check out,” he sighs and straightens sluggishly, one hand still wound in yours against his chest. He turns away from the table completely, naturally you follow.

“After that, then,” you’re not usually so insistent, head falling against his shoulder, “I don’t want you overworking yourself.”

“Hm?” he yawns, “What would you know about that? You took a week off after Satoru and I were beaten.”

“I just didn’t wanna worry about you two while out on work,” you pinch his arm with your unrestricted hand, “I was very scared for the both of you, I’ll have you know.”

You expect a retort and are met with none, just the feeling of Suguru’s fingers tethering tighter around yours -- as if you were going to pull away.

“Alright,” he gives, nodding, “I’ll take a break after this mission.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Thank you.”

Haibara’s blood stains the white sheet behind you. Kento stares at the ceiling. Cold toned light bulbs fuzz with a faint, sickly green. A green that burns brighter the longer you hone on it.

Scene 3 - brother: one

“If I choose them, what happens to Tsumiki?” you’re unwilling to admit how jealous you are that your brother would consider the Zen’ins over you -- it’s too embarrassing. He looks down, “Will she be happy?”

Satoru opens his mouth, but you draw first, “Absolutely not.”

Megumi flinches, hands flying to the straps of his backpack, “Uh- !”

“The only thing guaranteed about you joining the Zen’in would be that she is miserable,” behind you, Satoru snorts at your coldness, “They’re no place for non-sorcerers. Or women. She doesn’t belong there.”

Megumi glares up at you, “Then I don’t have a choice.”

“Not really,” your eyes float to where the little brown-haired girl watches from their porch overhead, she’s so adorable you’re set in the thought that clan would maul her, “I’m your best option.”

When all Megumi does is continue scowling, Satoru claps his hands and cheers, “Okay! Now it’s on me to make all the hard parts actually work out!” he rustles Megumi’s hair, “Leave the rest to me!”

Megumi continues to give you that ugly little wrinkled face, and you’re not above giving one back.

A blessing. This son with no manners is a blessing?

This son that looks just like Toji. That has a permanent claim to his status. He has many blessings and it looks like grace is not one of them.

“I’ll come back tomorrow morning. Be packed,” a reply is hot on his tongue, and you interrupt, “As your technique developes, you’ll need to learn more about jujutsu; getting stronger and keeping up with the bigger kids is going to be your main goal, you know?”

“And Tsumiki?”

An abundance of sudden softness honeys the boy’s voice. His hands strangling his backpack straps and it reminds you of every morning you had to brave school by yourself. Megumi stands taller than you did. Maybe that’s the brown-haired girl’s doing. Maybe whatever preference Toji had for him has given the boy more confidence than a child should have.

It’s going to be grating. You can barely stand looking at him now.

You kneel at eye-level, smoothing out a wrinkle in his shirt like Mikoto would, “Tsumiki will be loved, and I will try to make her happy,” you smile, but it wavers so you try again, “And I will try to make you happy despite everything. We don’t know each other, but I’m still your older sister and it’s my responsibility to look after you. Both of you,” straining best you can to look maternal and sweet and all things Mikoto did. You’re sure you just look like you popped a hernia, though, “I promise.”

Slowly, he nods, grip on his straps loosening until his arms hang like dead weight on either side, “Okay. We’ll go.”

As if he had a choice.

With great grace and humility, however, you don’t say that aloud.

Instead nodding quickly and sighing quietly as you rise, “Sorry for my temper. I’ll work on that,” you roll your hands into fists, the reality of these two lives now fully burdening your shoulders, “I don’t know how to do this, but I’ll work on that, too.”

Just then, it dawns on you: Kid should know what happened to his daddy, right?

“Uhm, about our dad…” you have to duck Satoru out of sight, swallowing hard around the itty bitty three letter word like it’s actually hard to say.

Megumi cuts you off now, “I don’t care. Whatever happened to him isn’t something I’m worried about.”

Satoru laughs, shock numbing him to how rude the outburst is. He looks at you expecting a similar guffaw.

You look pissed. He clamps his jaw.

“You don’t care? You know he’s the reason you’re set up so nicely, right?”

“He left,” Megumi snarks, “Why do you care? Didn’t he leave you, too?”

“Brat!”

“You’re the brat!”

Satoru spins you by the shoulder and waves the two kids goodbye, pushing you ahead to avoid another ear-splitting shout, “We’ll see you tomorrow, then! Be packed ‘cuz you’re never seeing this dump again!”

Next morning, before the sky is waxing blue, you and Satoru are stuffing shoddy boxes and trash bags into some underpaid assistant manager’s trunk while Megumi and Tsumiki sit inside on nice leather seats. They babble to each other, occasionally earning a muffled reply from the driver.

“Just think, since he already hates the old man he’ll just be extra loving to you!” Satoru beams, “Once he actually warms up to you anyway.”

“Satoru- !”

“On it,” he pretends to zip his mouth shut. Briefly breaking the seal just to yawn.

Scene 4 - brother: two

Your body is twisted sideways at the table. Cold wall supporting your back and knees upward to cage Megumi in your lap. His knuckles are white from gripping the yellow crayon in his hand, he traces the characters you lined in pen. Eyebrows scrunched towards the middle of his forehead and the tip of his tongue peeks out from the corner of his lips.

Megumi unsurely lifts his crayon from the paper, covering his work with a fatty toddler arm as he re-examines what he’s done. Then, he proudly beams up at you with a single missing tooth -pudgy hands crinkling the paper he now jams in your face. Squiggly, messy work, you know, but it’s a lot better than yesterday’s practice looked.

“Very good,” you hold the paper into the light, grinning faintly at the impossibility of reading your brother’s tracing, “We should probably use a different color next time.”

“I like blue.”

Chuckling faintly, you cup Megumi to your chest and lean across the table to retrieve a blue crayon from the box, “Right, right. I should’ve just started with blue, huh?”

“Yeah…” he agrees passively, “That’s okay, though.”

“Oh, you forgive me?”

He shrugs, taking the blue and eagerly trying to scrawl his name by himself -- no pen to trace over, “Yeah. I forgive you.”

Satoru and Tsumiki giggle from Satoru’s kitchen where Tsumiki is showing him how she prefers to make sandwiches.

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“I’ve never been to a theater before!” Tsumiki was excitedly bouncing at your side, jangling your arm in her hold, “Thank you, thank you!”

“Heyyy,” Satoru whined, “Who’s paying for the whole thing?”

He’s promptly ignored as your group takes a step toward the concession counter. You squeeze your sister’s hand, then your brother’s, “Two small popcorns. Four sodas, and…” your eyes drift off to Satoru, “Candy?”

“Yes, candy!” he eagerly taps the glass, though no fingerprints are smeared across the display -as if he’s not there at all. Rattling off various boxes and plastic wrappers that catch even a hair’s interest.

Megumi taps your thigh with his spare hand, furrowing his brows up at you, “Can I get caramel?”

“Hmm? Like what? Candy?”

He shakes his head, pointing over the counter toward the popcorn station. Three silvery handles beside the large popper -buttery, extra buttery, and caramel.

Tsumiki leans her face on your hip, eyes wide in exaggerated shock, “What, ‘gumi? I thought you hated sweets!”

Megumi shrugs and looks away, “Nevermind.”

“Stop being a brat,” you scoff, squeezing his tiny hand again, “Just admit you wanna try it.”

“We’ve had it before,” he murmurs.

“When?” Tsumiki tilts her head.

“Your mom made us some.”

She frowns, reaching up to twirl a lock of brown hair, “I don’t remember that…”

Megumi’s head hangs, he kicks at a peeling tuft of lobby carpet, “I liked it.”

“Can I try it, too?” Tsumiki grabs onto your arm with both hands now, bottom lip puffing out, “I don’t remember that popcorn at all, it sounds yummy -I wanna try it!”

“You hated it…” your brother grumbles.

“I don’t even remember it!” Tsumiki barks over your lap.

“No arguing, please?” you kick the pair apart, a sudden ache burdening your temple, “You can both get the caramel.”

“Not even my kids and I’m paying for them…” Satoru pouts at you. Long arms full of snacks you’re sure won’t survive the previews. He wanders toward a gray side table with straw and lid stands and napkins and trash spilling onto the floor. You follow with said kids at either side, they jump up and clammer for their little popcorn buckets. And Tsumiki is already quietly asking if she can have some of his gummies.

Satoru hands over the whole packet with a mournful sigh and you laugh; then taking two cups and handing them to the children.

“Get your sodas, and don’t spill!”

Tsumiki chirps, “yes, ma’am!” at the same time Megumi rolls his eyes, “duh”. They scramble towards the bulky fountain and whisper to each other about what either should get. Occasionally throwing curious glances over their shoulders, you wave and they wave back.

“Can’t believe this is the first time you’re letting me take you to a movie,” the man at your side huffs, “We can’t even do anything.”

“Shut up!” you smack his arm, face on fire with embarrassment, “We aren’t together -you can’t say those things, you know?!”

Satoru smiles, evidently proud of himself, before mimicking a zipper over his lips.

“Tsumiki mixed sodas…” Megumi crawls back, casting a judgmental glare at the girl, “I told her it’s gonna be gross…”

“It’s good!” she shoves her cup toward your face, “Try it! Cola and strawberry! It’s delicious!”

“I believe you, ‘miki,” you politely press her soda back down, “What’d you get, Megumi?”

“Water,” he answers blandly.

“Ick,” Satoru unzips his mouth.

“Nothing else sounded good.”

“No time to bully him,” you prod your siblings forward by their shoulders, “We gotta move before the actual movie starts, yeah?”

“Should I not have got water?” Megumi flings his head back to look up at you, trusting blindly that you’ll guide him straight.

“Did you want water?”

“Yeah…”

“Then you should’ve gotten water,” you wave off.

“Wet blanket,” Tsumiki teases, adding not even a second later, “Just kidding, ‘gumi.”

“I’m not,” Satoru ruffles the boy's hair, “Live a little, jeez!”

“I like water!” Megumi smacks the man’s hand away with a scathing scowl, “You’re not my dad anyway!”

“Damn, okay…”

“Sis,” a hesitant squeak snakes into your ears, followed by a shy tug on your jeans, Tsumiki shamefully holds her popcorn bucket in front of her crumby face, fingers shiny, “I don’t like the caramel…”

“I told her!” Megumi scoffs. Taking her bucket, “I’ll finish it.”

“You’ll give yourself a stomach ache,” you snatch the treat and cradle it against your chest, “Satoru will finish it.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m the family garbage disposal, huh?”

“Shut up.”

He drags that imaginary zipper back over his lips with a sure nod.

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“Teachers had everyone make them!”

Two circular, gritty, white mounds sit in either of your hands. A small pink handprint dented into one and a slightly smaller blue one pressed much more messily into the other.

“What’s the holiday?” you mutter, mostly sarcastic. In your head you’re sure it was an art project to make the board look engaged in extracurriculars.

Megumi pointedly stares out the car window, navy backpack in his lap. His kicking legs don’t even skim the back of the driver’s seat so you choose not to chastise him. Tsumiki, however, proudly has both of her longer legs stiffly out and against the passenger’s seat… but nobody’s sitting there anyway so you won’t lecture her, either.

Tsumiki is also staring up at you, unlike her brother, and she giggles, “Mother’s day!”

The auxiliary in front throws a glance your way through the rear view.

“No shit?” you lay the handprints in your lap, cradling them there, “Uhm. Tsumiki, your mom- well. She’s… alive, yeah? Did you wanna send it out?”

The auxiliary clicks her tongue awkwardly.

Tsumiki blinks herself sober of whatever dewy excitement previously possessed her. She slumps back into the seat and throws her shoulders up indifferently.

On your other side, Megumi curses, “We didn’t make them for Tsumiki’s mom.”

Uneven marker scrawls of their names stain beneath their handprints. FUSHIGURO printed so obviously. You flip them over again and re-read the inscription on the flat sides: THANK YOU FOR TAKING CARE OF ME is on both of them. You flip them back around and are somehow once again jarred by how small each print is.

“Teacher said we didn’t have to make them,” Megumi still doesn’t look your way, “We could’ve skipped it and worked on homework.”

“But we didn’t want to,” Tsumiki twiddles her thumbs.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI FUSHIGURO TSUMIKI

Gently, you reach out and take one hand from each kid -- Megumi’s palm is stained like cornflowers while Tsumiki’s is the color of strawberries.

“We got to pick the colors,” Tsumiki’s voice returns chipper, “Do you like them?”

Megumi watches you through his peripherals.

You squeeze their hands and let go, holding the plates carefully on your thighs. It takes a moment to recollect your voice before you croak, “Yeah. I like them.”

“I wanted to write my own name but the teacher wouldn’t let me,” Megumi flops into your side and away from the window, drawing his index finger over his name.

“Boo,” you jeer, “Your teacher’s lame.”

“Mine let me write my name,” Tsumiki adds unhelpfully.

You shake your head sympathetically, “Your teacher’s extra lame, ‘gumi.”

“I know,” he grunts, annoyed.

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“Gojo says I look like Dad,” Megumi has no recollection of what Toji looks like. You’ve hung no pictures and you don’t intend to. You have one piece of solid evidence that your father existed, and it’s too fragile to crack out for display.

“You do,” you say simply, watching the way his chubby cheeks puff up in a pout, “It’s not like that’s a bad thing. Just�� a thing.”

“Just a thing?”

“Can’t change it,” you shrug and think back to how Mikoto would preen and coo over what little resemblance you shared with Toji, “Why be mad about it?”

“I don’t want to look like him,” he crosses his arms, still pouting stubbornly, “I don't want you to think I look like him.”

Because Dad hurt Mabu, didn’t he? That’s why she doesn’t live with Dad, like he and Tsumiki didn’t live with Dad. Why would Dad have Mabu just to leave her? And why would Dad have Megumi just to leave him? Does Mabu see Dad every time she looks down at Megumi? Megumi doesn’t like Dad -- not at all.

“You still look like your Mom,” you crouch down and scrub a hand through Megumi’s untamed hair. It flies up in ways that Toji’s didn’t -and it’s a handful of shades lighter, too, “‘m guessing, anyway. I never met her, you know? But you definitely don’t look like him as much as you’re thinking, Satoru just likes being mean.”

“You’re saying that…”

“No, seriously, Dad’s hair was all flat,” both your hands settle atop Megumi’s head, smoothing down his hair and watching your brother’s nose wrinkle when it’s laid against his ears. But even so, with the same aggressive fringes and strong bridge of his nose and big ears and pale skin, it’s only Megumi. Megumi, your sweet baby brother. He blinks up at you, awaiting your judgment, “You don’t look that much like him. Satoru’s being mean.”

“You promise?”

“Uh-huh,” you stand back up and snicker when his hair bounces back into place, if a little frizzy, “You’re nothing like him anyway. So don’t worry about it.”

“I wish I looked like you,” he blurts.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then how would we know who your dad is, hm? I don’t look like that guy at all.”

“I don’t care if people know he’s my dad,” he donks his forehead into your knee, “I wish I looked like you!”

“You’re adorable,” you poke his puffed cheek, “Who knows? Maybe some day when you’re grown up, you’ll suddenly have my nose.”

“How would that work?”

“Dunno.”

“Ugh…”

Scene 5 - summer 2004

Three faces in front of you, plus one at your side. The sun blares between dusty window slats. Cicadas die outside and the overgrown grass sways to a calm breeze. Green ponds ripple beneath the wind, you think it's a shame you’re locked inside.

A foot taps anticipating your introduction, the girl -medical marvel Shoko- watches between glances out the broken blinds. She tatters a nail against her rickety desk but stops when she catches you staring, mouthing a lazy ‘sorry’ and resting her chin in her palm.

Similarly posed and less polite, the Gojo heir with snow white hair and a toxic radiation glow to his blue eyes. He’s sneering and you haven’t gotten to speak yet. His nose already pointed into the air.

Finally, the modest Geto, Suguru (the one with the bangs, is how you remembered he existed). Born from a normal family in a normal, slow, rural town outside of Tokyo. He introduced himself the most sanely -- stating his name and age and that he was excited to work with everyone. His smile is tight, no doubt a ruse to hide his annoyance at how long you’re taking to speak, but still he’s smiling.

Yaga clears his throat and encourages you on with a simple brow raise. No matter how desperately you begged he was insistent you engage in the few normalities of his schooling. Unfortunately your family was not well enough known as Satoru Gojo’s, where he simply stood from his chair and gave double peace signs with a ”yo~”.

Suguru was the only one unsure of who he was, meaning Yaga forced him to genuinely introduce himself while you and Shoko laughed. Now it's Satoru’s turn to laugh at you. May as well get it over with soon, then:

“Clan history’s a bit muddy, and I don’t like my name, so just call me Mabu while we’re here.”

Satoru’s whole nose crinkles with cringe, eyes slitting at you, “Blegh! Edgy.”

“Drop dead,” you scoff.

“Hey,” Suguru raises his hands as if he could manually divert the tense energy, “No need to fight, we’ve all just met.”

Attention sufficiently snagged, Shoko snickers to herself, vision drifting between you and Satoru, “Nah, this could be interesting. Kinda want to see where they take it.”

Holding Satoru’s glare for a few prolonged, dreadful seconds, you sigh and retreat from his unsettling, crystalline eyes, “Whatever. Not like I came here to get along with you all anyway.”

“Edgy!” Satoru accuses, louder this time, “It’s hurting just to listen to!”

“Drop dead!” you repeat yourself, fingers coiling into a fist.

“Well, I tried…” Suguru murmurs.

Yaga sighs, pinching away the stress behind his forehead, “Yes, thank you, Geto. Gojo, enough antagonizing. And Mabu,” flinching under his brutish tone, you slowly peek back toward your mentor, “You do sound terrible.”

“Whatever,” again, you repeat, but this time the words are caked with a childish pout.

Overly familiar, Shoko pulls you into the seat beside her by your uniform sleeve. Then gliding that same hand up your arm until it finds leverage on your shoulder, careening into your personal space with a lollipop stick hanging carelessly through the corner of her lips, “How about you drop the tough act? I think you ‘n’ me could really be friends.”

“...whatever…”

Satoru cackles in the seat on your other side, wriggling fingers teasing to tug at your shirt collar, “Yeah, we should be friends!”

Your mouth opens to revise your favored two-word catchphrase, until Yaga wittingly clears his throat, you flounder before shrugging, “As long as you learn when to shut up.”

The boy crosses an ‘X’ over his heart with a curt nod. You smother the sight of your grin behind a raised hand.