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Back To You - Part 2 | Sam Carpenter

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, death, blood, injuries, and swearing

Summary: When Sam left after turning eighteen, you were devastated. You’d been in love with her since you were kids and her leaving meant you never got to tell her how you truly felt.

Fast forward a couple of years, Tara gets attacked and Sam returns. . .

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Sam’s words die in the back of her throat when she sees me and for a moment we just stare at each other.

It’s been five years since we last saw each other, and even though I would still recognize her anywhere, she’s changed a lot.

She’s no longer a troubled teenager who relies on drugs and petty crime to feel good. No, she’s all grown up now, like me, and despite her tired and worry filled eyes she looks healthy. She looks good in her green jacket and with her hair up in a claw clip.

A wave of bitterness washes over me and I have half a mind to turn back around and walk out of the room again.

She came back for Tara, but she didn’t come back for me when I needed her the most.

I know it’s unfair to compare the two situations, I wasn’t attacked by a psycho, but I did almost die along with my parents.

“Y/N.” Her voice is soft, unlike the last time I heard it when she screamed at me to stop calling her.

I swallow harshly and try to keep any emotions off my face. “Hello, Sam.”

The twins share a confused look, and Wes and Amber watch Tara to see how she’s reacting to this unexpected reunion.

“You’re hurt.” She gets up from my chair next to the bed and takes a hesitant step toward me. “Tara said you were stabbed saving her.” I nod and when she takes another step forward, I instinctively take a step back. She freezes and something like hurt flits across her face.

It makes my insides clench up because I never thought I’d ever be the reason for that look on her face, but then again, she’s hurt me so much in the past, I think stepping back because I don’t want to be hugged or touched by her seems like a normal reaction.

She goes to say something, her brown eyes soft and pleading, but then the door opens and in steps a guy I don’t recognize.

“Sam do you want anything from the— Oh, hello,” he smiles when he sees me, oblivious to the tension in the room. “I don’t believe we’ve met yet. I’m Richie, Sam’s boyfriend.”

My heart drops. Boyfriend. Right.

I force myself not to look at Sam and shake his hand when he offers it to me. “Y/N. I’m. . .” Sam’s best friend? No, not anymore. “I’m Tara’s friend.”

His smile brightens and he says, “Ah yes, you’re the one who saved her, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” I say quietly, shifting my arm in the sling.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he continues. “What you did is very impressive. Not many people would have tackled a psychotic killer with a knife.”

My gaze darts to Sam for a split second. She’s sat back down next to Tara again, but her eyes haven’t left me. There’s now a guilty look on her face and when she realizes I’m looking at her, she quickly averts her eyes and buries her hands in her lap.

“Yes, well, it’s not like I had a choice,” I snap. I acted because I knew if I didn’t, Tara would get killed. I didn’t do it to come off as braver or heroic, and something about being praised for it rubs me the wrong way.

Richie’s eyes widen and he quickly tries to back-pedal. “No, of course not. I understand. I’m just saying—“

I clench my jaw and lift a hand to stop him “Save it. I don’t care.”

Technically, he’s done nothing wrong, but I already don’t like him and it’s not because he’s Sam’s boyfriend. No, that’s not the reason. Not at all.

“Y/N!”

Oh hell no.

“What, Sam?” I ask, pinning her down with a challenging glare.

She flinches and frowns. I’ve never, never, talked to her like this before.

“I—“

She’s once again interrupted just like when Richie entered the room. This time, however, it’s by Amber who speaks up with a sheepish smile on her face. “Guys, Tara is really tired. Maybe we should give her some space.”

I stop glaring at Sam and look at Tara. She does look pretty tired. Her eyes are glassy and it looks like every breath she takes is exhausting.

The twins and Wes agree, leaving with Amber after Amber gives Tara a hug. Sam gets up as well, but Tara asks her to stay and since I promised I wouldn’t leave until Ghostface is caught, I stay as well.

Richie looks back and forth between Sam and me, now no longer oblivious to the tension, before taking a seat on the chair in the corner.

Of course he’s staying, too. For fuck’s sake. . .

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” I ignore Sam who’s once again looking at me, and focus on Tara.

“Do you still have my inhaler?” she asks and I shake my head.

“No, I’m sorry. I dropped it in your driveway, but I can go and get it if you want,” I offer.

No matter what terms Sam and I are on, I know she won’t let anything happen to Tara if I’m not here, and if Tara wants me to go and get it, I’ll go.

Leaving will also give them a chance to catch up properly and while I’m out, I can go home and take a quick shower.

There’s still some dried blood in my hair that I want to get rid of and I’m itching to get out of the shirt the hospital gave me after they cut mine off me.

“Please. . .”

I smile reassuringly and squeeze Tara’s uninjured leg over the comforter. “Okay. I’ll be back soon.” My face hardens and I look at Sam, shooting her a pointed look.

You better keep her safe. . .

She nods and straightens up a little. I turn and leave before she can try and start another conversation. On my way out, I spare one last glance at Richie who smiles tentatively and waves.

Moron.

Eleven years ago

I jump on my bed, face first, and groan into the pillow. Today’s been a long day.

I didn’t have school because we’re on winter break, but hockey practice is still being held and today’s practice was particularly long and grueling.

My dad even laughed at how tired I looked after picking me up, and my mom made sure I had an extra large serving of dinner.

Now, I just want to sleep. I’ve eaten and showered, and I’m too tired to watch a movie on my laptop like I normally would. So, I wiggle around in an attempt to get under the comforter without getting up.

A moment later though, I stop at the familiar sound of someone tapping on my window. There’s only one person who climbs the tree outside my window to sneak into my room.

“It’s open,” I mumble with a smile on my face. I don’t bother getting up, or even turning around because I know she’ll join me on the bed in a few seconds anyway.

The window slides open and there’s some shuffling before her feet land on my floor. She shuts the window again, and my smile widens because any moment now she’ll jump on the bed.

I wait, and wait, but nothing happens.

“Sam?”

No answer.

My smile dims and when I hear a sniffle, I frown. I finally turn around and the sight that greets me makes me curse myself for not turning around earlier.

Standing in the middle of my room in nothing but a tank top and sweatpants is Sam. She’s shivering and has goosebumps all over her body, but that’s not what concerns me the most. No, what concerns me the most are the tears that are streaming down her face.

“Sam?” Alarmed, I shuffle off the bed and cup her cheeks, forcing her to look at me. “What’s wrong?”

Her brown eyes are red rimmed and her bottom lip quivers. Once again though, she doesn’t answer. Instead, she rushes forward and wraps her arms around my waist.

“Hey. . .” I return the hug and bring one hand up to the back of her head when she pushes her face against the side of my neck. “What’s wrong?”

She still doesn’t answer, so I figure she doesn’t want to talk about it.

What going on? Did she have a fight with Tara, or her mom?

We continue hugging without saying anything, just basking in each other’s company until Sam starts shivering.

“Sammy,” I try to break our hug, but she whines and claws at my back to keep me close. “You’re freezing.”

“I don’t care,” she whispers, and the defeat in her voices makes my heart hurt.

“But I do,” I argue softly, reaching behind me to unclasp her arms from around me. “Here, take this.” I take off my hoodie and slip it over her head. “There, much better.” I make sure it fits properly, un-bunching the bottom and fidgeting with the too-long sleeves before pulling her over to the bed.

She wordlessly slips under the covers and drags me down with her, cuddling up to me as soon as I’m within reach.

She stopped crying a while ago, but she’s obviously still feeling vulnerable, so I pull her closer and run my hand up and down her back.

This isn’t the first time we’ve found ourselves in this position, but it feels different than any other times before. Something has changed and I have yet to find out what it is.

At some point, I must have fallen asleep because the next time I open my eyes, it’s seven in the morning. I stretch and turn to maybe get some more sleep, but then I realize the bed next to me is empty.

“Sam?” I ask, but Sam is gone. The window is open and the spot next to me is still warm, so it can’t have been long since she left.

Present

I step out of the elevator and greet Deputy Vinson and a nurse who are chatting at the nurses’ station.

They nod and smile in greeting before getting back to their conversation, and I make my way to Tara’s room.

I feel much better now, having showered and changed into a new set of clothes. I took a cab from the hospital to Tara’s, grabbed her inhaler, and then drove my car back to my own apartment.

I also called Liam and Paige, updating them on the situation and telling them about Sam’s unexpected appearance.

They know how I felt about her in high school since the three of us have been friends since middle school. They offered to come to the hospital and act as a kind of buffer between Sam and me, but I obviously declined.

I’m more than capable of dealing with Sam’s presence, even if dealing with it is simply ignoring her or interacting with her as little as possible. She broke my heart a long time ago and even though I’d be lying if I said I was over it, I know it’s best to just stay away from her.

Someone rounding the corner and crashing into me at full speed rips me out of my thoughts. I stumble slightly and grasp at the wall to stop us from going down together.

“Hey! Watch where—“ Crap. So much for staying away.

My mouth snaps shut when I realize who ran into me, and then my eyes widen when I see the panicked look on her face.

“What’s going on?”

Sam clings to me and tries to push me back, away from where she just came from, and for a moment all the hurt, anger, and despair she’s caused is forgotten.

“Somebody tried to kill me in the break room!” she cries and without thinking, I wrap my arm that is not in the sling around her and pull her closer.

“What?!”

Our shouting alerts Deputy Vinson, who comes running over with his gun in hand.

“In the break room you say?” he asks, and Sam nods frantically. Without another word, he dashes off, gun raised and shoulders tense.

“Are you hurt?” I ask, breathless even though Sam’s the one who literally just fought off the killer. Her panicked eyes dart around the place, still sensing danger in every shadow, so I tighten my grip on her and repeat myself. “Sam, are you hurt?”

She finally looks at me and shakes her head, panting. “N-No, I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” I look her over but she seems to be telling the truth because I can’t spot anything amiss except maybe her disheveled hair which is no longer in its claw clip. She’s also taken her jacket off and is now only wearing a white t shirt.

She nods again which causes a few strands of hair to fall in her face. I instinctively reach up and tuck a piece behind her ear only to freeze a heartbeat later when my knuckles brush against her cheek.

What am I doing?

Sam is frozen as well and her brown eyes are darting all over my face, a storm of emotions raging in their depths.

I clear my throat and blink rapidly, stepping back. It makes her hands drop off my chest and I hate how I miss the warmth of her palms through my sweater.

“Y/N. . .”

“Sam!” Richie comes rushing around the corner and when he spots us he’s quick to pull Sam into a hug. “Oh my God, are you okay? Deputy Vinson just told me what happened.”

“I— Yeah, I’m okay.” Sam eyes linger on me and for a moment an emotion I can’t quite pinpoint flickers across her face. Then, however, she turns her attention to Richie and I look away when she lets him kiss her softly.

“Good. I was so worried,” he mumbles and if the kiss wasn’t too much for me already, his sickeningly sweet tone definitely is. I clench my jaw and brush past them, absolutely hating the hurt that settles on my chest and makes it hard for me to breathe.

Focus, Y/N. Tara needs you.

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This one’s a little bit shorter than the last, but I had to get some of the backstory stuff out of the way before the story picks up properly.

(Not proofread yet)

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His Favorite Place - Part 2 

Summary: his favorite place to fuck you

Characters: Shanks, Beckman, Mihawk, Crocodile, Doflamingo

Genre: pure smut

CW: NSFW // penetrative sex, oral sex, outdoor sex, exhibitionism, quickies

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Shanks: 

His favorite place to fuck you, hands down, is the beach, bonus points if it’s at night and he’s had a few. Shanks lives to feel coarse sand and sea foam in all the wrong places, to smell the salty ocean air and seaweed while he’s in between your legs, to risk anyone seeing how excited you get when he tells you he's about to cum inside you. It’s uncomfortable and kind of gross, and he loves it. After he’s had his way with you, he’ll drag you into the surf to splash around and wash away the sand coating your skin after he pinned you down and fucked you so hard your knees wobble with each wave that hits. 

Beckman: 

He’s a simple man, and he likes his privacy. If you’re aboard the Red Force, he wants you in his office with the door locked, the one place the crew will leave him alone. It's by far his favorite place to go down on you, making you put your feet up on the desk and hold your own legs open while he laps leisurely at your folds. But he much prefers fucking you in your home, where he can stretch his legs a bit, and that means relaxing on the sofa while you ride him, bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you dumb, and putting your legs over his broad shoulders while you call him daddy in your bed. 

Mihawk: 

His favorite place is anywhere on his home turf. He’ll chase you up the castle steps and ravage you on the staircase, he’ll bend you over a tower balcony, he’ll take you out on the water and tell you that you have to ride his cock without tipping over the boat, he’ll put you on all fours in the garden and pound into you, he’ll lay you down on the dining room table to lick your pussy (pointed tongue, fine strokes, he knows what he's doing). He always wants to make good use of the satin sheets on his bed, but the two of you rarely make it that far. 

Crocodile: 

Everyone thinks the sofa in his office is for him to relax on with a glass of whiskey in his hand as he puffs on a cigar and broods as he often does, but it’s actually there to fuck you dumb on. (Mr. 1 knows this and makes sure not to sit on it). Sir Crocodile is always calling you into his office because he has a raging hard on and can’t focus until he empties his balls in your tight little pussy, but his office chair isn’t quite the right size for him to stretch out while you ride him. Besides, the sofa allows him to get on top of you if he wants to, though if he’s bending you over, it won’t be over the arm or back of the sofa but rather over his desk. 

Doflamingo: 

His favorite place is by far his bedroom. It’s his turf, and all of those nasty toys he keeps to make playing with you all the more fun are within reach. He keeps his bed rigged so he can restrain you whenever the mood takes him (it often does), he purchased an especially large mirror just for kinky reasons, he has a box of vibrators, another of butt plugs, and yet another of ornate nipple clamps. But don’t take that to mean he values privacy. He loves nothing more than restraining you and inviting someone use some of his toys on you or go down on you while he watches.  

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Roadside Confessions

Rafe Cameron x fem reader

Author's note: super old fic but it's sweet..hope yall enjoy

Warnings: SMUT, possessive/jealous Rafe, protected car sex 🫠

Summary: your best friend Rafe steps in when a random guy tries to hit on you at a party

Rafe watched from across the room as the unworthy touron tried to make a move on you. He was trying so hard to be unaffected, however when he saw the look of discomfort on your face he lost all the restraint he had. He quickly made his way through a sea of people to get to you. You didn’t even notice Rafe until he put himself in between you and this guy.

“Get lost bud.” Rafe spits out.

“Excuse me? What’s your deal man?”

“The problem is that you’re flirting with my fucking girlfriend.” Your eyes went wide with the lie.

“Rafe.” You tried to protest and cut in but he gently pushed you back behind him.

“Woah woah man. Your girlfriend was the one acting like a slut and flirting with me.”

“You’d better watch your fucking mouth.” Rafe warned as he got right up in his face.

“Cut it out Rafe, just take me home okay.” You forced him to look at you and as soon as he saw how upset you were, he snapped out of his rage. He quickly grabbed your hand and led you outside to his truck.

The first part of your ride was silent as you stared out the window. Rafe looked over at you several times, pondering what to say. The last thing he wanted was to make you upset but his pent up feelings for you were slowly starting to bleed over your friendship.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay. That guy was an asshole.”

“And you don’t think I could handle it myself? I was doing just fine before you made a huge scene in front of everyone.” You spat.

“I could tell you were uncomfortable Y/N, I was just trying to help.”

“Yeah, well you’re not my fucking dad. I don’t know why you’ve been acting like this lately.” He growled at your words and immediately pulled his truck over onto the side of the road.

“Because you’ve been out here acting like you’re desperate for attention and I don’t want you to get hurt.” He nearly screamed at you from his place in the driver’s seat.

“You’re a douche!.” You shout at him as you attempt to exit his truck. He quickly grabs you by your arm, forcing your attention back to him. “Rafe-” You're cut off by his lips being roughly pressed to yours. You pull back quickly, completely taken by surprise. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Come on Y/N, do I really have to spell it out for you?” You sat there dumbfounded and silent for what seemed like forever. You looked at Rafe and then down at yourself. You never really saw yourself as someone he would want in that way.

“You could have any girl you wanted, Rafe, why would you bother with someone like me?”

“I don’t want any girl Y/N, I want you. Since we were kids.” You whip your head in his direction as the words leave his mouth, in utter disbelief.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I don’t know. I should have. I thought I could keep it in but seeing that guy throwing himself at you set me off. I’m sorry.” He answers as he reaches for your hand.

You’re so overcome with emotion that you don’t stop to think before you’re climbing over the center console and straddling his lap, crashing your lips into his. He tries to speak but you kiss him and lean into him harder. His hand slides down the seat to push the seat back, giving you both more room to move.

You run your hands through his hair as his hand slips underneath the back of your shirt. Every little touch has your body wanting to erupt like fireworks. You never realized that you wanted him this bad, in this way. He moans into your mouth when you slip your tongue past his lips and it sets you off. Your hands go straight for his belt but he’s quick to pull away and stop you.

“Rafe.” You plead.

“Not here. Not like this.” He says softly but you aren’t having it. You roll your hips over him and the noise that falls from his lips only fuels you further.

“I thought you’ve wanted me your whole life? Are you really gonna tell me no right now?” You tease as you keep up your seductive movements. A low groan leaves his lips before he grabs you by the back of your neck, pulling you back into him as your lips fuse together again.

Your hands go back to his belt but this time he doesn’t stop you as you work to free him from his pants. You push your dripping panties to the side before helping him align himself with your entrance. He slips into you with ease and you both let out relieved whines of pleasure.

“Jesus Y/N!.” He growls as he fills you completely.

“You’re massive.” You breathlessly moan and he smirks before placing his hands on your hips to help you steady yourself. You lean down, taking his bottom lip in between your teeth biting gently as he starts pulling you down on him hard. You feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he perfectly caresses the inside of you.

You completely forget that you’re on the side of the road where anyone could see you. All you can think about is the fact that you’re fucking your best friend and how amazing he feels as you ride him. Your hand trails down your skirt to rub your clit and it’s mere seconds before your orgasm washes over you.

“So fucking beautiful.” Rafe growls as he keeps fucking up into you. He places tender kisses on the side of your neck as you come down. You can tell he’s trying hard not to dig his fingernails into your skin as he grows closer. “Shit, can I-“ he rasps but you cut him off.

“Yes, I’m on the pill.” You work to meet his thrusts, tugging at his hair as you feel him twitch. He releases inside of you with a groan and falls back against the seat, completely out of breath.

“Shit, I think I love you.” He pants and you smile.

“You think?” You tease as you lean in for a gentle kiss.

“Okay maybe I know.” He chuckles as you both work to right yourselves. As you make your way back over to the passenger seat you can feel his cum dripping down your leg and you smirk to yourself.

“Maybe I know too.” You whisper but you’re pretty sure he catches it as he smiles while pulling back onto the road.

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Enjoying the view?

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: basically Natasha takes care of you after a long day (with sex)

Warnings: smut, dom Natasha, sub reader, degradation, mommy kink, biting(?), slight overstimulation, aftercare, subspace

A/N: I’ve never written anything before so idk how good this is, please don’t be mean to me

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You stumble into your house, tired from your day at work. You had overslept and spent the entire day running from meeting to meeting. All you really wanted to do was come home and spend time with your girlfriend. As you step into the house, you’re greeted with the scent of pizza in the oven. In the kitchen you find Natasha tossing a bagged salad. As you enter the room she comes over to you and leans in for a kiss. 

“Hi detka,” she mumbles against your lips, pulling you into a tight embrace. You breathe in the scent of her shampoo, reveling in the soft domesticity of the moment. 

“Hi love,” you respond, as Natasha pulls back, placing another quick kiss on your lips before returning to her salad. 

“How was your day?” She asks, pouring the salad dressing packet into her salad as you lean against the island in your kitchen. You sigh and roll your eyes. 

“Well, I woke up and my girlfriend wasn’t there to kiss me, and then I nearly missed the bus, and then Steve sent me to all my meetings and then all of Wanda’s since she’s on sick leave, and I got curry on my pants at lunch,” you complain. Natasha gives the salad a final toss before pulling you into another hug, her hand rubbing comforting circles on your back. 

“I’m sorry angel. That’s exhausting,” she consoles and you nod, pulling her body closer to yours.

The timer on the pizza beeps, and Natasha pulls away, placing an apologetic kiss on your hairline. She takes the pizza out of the oven, and the two of you set the table to eat. 

During dinner, Natasha keeps close to you, always in physical contact with you in some way. You lean into it, grateful for the comfort in your tired state. After dinner, the two of you head upstairs to shower before getting in bed. You climb into the shower and take turns washing each other before changing into pajamas and climbing in bed together to watch a show. 

Climbing into bed, Natasha pulls you onto her lap, holding you against her body tightly. You place your head on her shoulder to admire your girlfriend, noticing her soft lips and ample cleavage her tank top provides. You breathe in her scent, mostly ignoring the show you’ve both seen a million times. 

Natasha looks down at you, an amused smile gracing her lips. 

“Enjoying the view?” She teases and you blush, casting your eyes downward, and nod. 

“Yes Natty,” you say, suddenly very shy. Natasha chuckles softly, lifting your chin with a single finger to meet her gaze. You look into her eyes, and see them darken, heat pooling at your core. Natasha pulls you in, lips meeting. 

The kiss starts soft, but quickly turns more passionate as Natasha takes control, forcing your tongue back into your mouth. You moan softly at the sensation, and Natasha pulls you impossibly closer, her fingers tangling in your hair as the other hand grips your waist. 

Throwing your arms around her neck, you move to straddle your girlfriend’s lap. Natasha trails kisses down your neck, and you sigh at the sensation. She finds your pulse point and sucks on it, leaving a mark. You whimper, wanting more. 

“Oh darling, is someone needy?” She asks in a condescending tone that goes straight to your core. “I need words, detka,” she says, as you try to retake control over your voice. 

“Yes.” You whine, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. 

“Well, I guess we should do something about that, shouldn't we detka?” She asks, her voice dropping an octave. You nod adamantly as she maneuvers the two of you so that the two of you are laying on the bed, with her on top of you, straddling your waist. Natasha yanks your (her) shirt off your chest, which she quickly follows with her own. 

Your mind goes fuzzy at the sight of your girlfriend shirtless on top of you, and you nearly moan when she grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, leaning down to kiss you again. 

The kiss is all tongue and teeth and you groan as Natasha bits softly on your bottom lip. 

“Oh, does my babygirl like it when I bite her?” She asks. 

“Yes Mommy,” you sigh out, desperate for her to touch you. Mercifully, she also seems desperate to move her touch lower, and runs one of her hands over your chest, rolling your nipple between her fingers. 

“Fuck,” you cry, back arching up into her body and squeezing your legs together to try to aliviate the ache. Natasha lightly slaps your chest, and you can feel more arousal pooling in your underwear. 

“Watch your language detka,” she commands. “Only good girls get to come.” You nod, breaking eye contact. 

“‘M sorry Mommy. I’ll be good,” you say, and are rewarded a moment later by Natasha’s mouth on your chest as her hands travel down to your stomach, tracing random patterns there before following lower, lifting your hips to pull your pajama pants off. 

She pulls your legs open, dragging her nails lightly down the inside of your thighs. Bringing her hand further up, she ghosts her fingers against your folds over top of your underwear before pressing softly on your clit. You whine, but hold still, knowing Natasha won’t take kindly to you chasing her fingers. 

“Please touch me,” you wine, earning a low chuckle as the redhead slips your underwear off and starts lightly rubbing circles around your clit. You whimper, rolling your hips lightly against her finger. 

“Hold on a second sweetheart.” She said, removing her hand from your clit and planting an apologetic kiss on your lips. You grumble at the loss of friction, pressing your legs together to try to alleviate the ache between them as Natasha rummaged through her nightstand drawers.

“Ah ah keep those legs open for me love,” Natasha said, yanking her harness over her hips. You pull them apart again, whining.

“None of that sweet girl. Let Mommy take care of you,” she said, teasing your entrance with the tip of her strap before sinking into you. You let out a strangled moan. 

“Oh baby do you like that?” Natasha teases, thrusting into you hard and deep. 

“Y-yes Mommy,” you respond, eyes rolling back in your head as you hold the sheets below you in a death grip in an attempt to ground yourself. Natasha speeds up, enjoying your desperate state. You bite your lip, trying not to scream as the pleasure mounts inside you. 

“Ohh baby you look so pretty falling apart for mommy,” Natasha says. She leans down over you, grabbing one of your boobs to gain leverage so she could thrust harder into you. 

“Mommyyyyy,” you moan out. 

“What do you need, princess?” She asks, leaning closer to ghost your mouth. 

“C-can you please bite me?” You ask, your breathing speeding up as you approach your climax. 

“Aww, my dirty girl wants to be bitten?” Natasha mocks, kissing your neck lightly. 

“Please mommy I’m so close I’m so close please bite me,” you cry out. 

“Ok honey, you can come whenever you like,” Natasha says. She bites the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, and the coil in your stomach snaps. Pleasure washes over you, and you cry out, clinging onto Natasha. However, Natasha keeps going. 

“M-mommy what are you doing?” You ask, the overstimulation a little much. 

“Mmh-sorry princess mommy’s just so close,” Natasha says, her hips becoming erratic as the strap slams into you, hitting her clit just right. A couple seconds later, she lets out a low groan as she grips you tightly, coming. Then she collapses on top of you. 

You lay there together for a couple seconds before Natasha pulls you into a soft kiss. 

“Are you ok angel?” Natasha asks, softly tracing her hands across your body. 

“Of course mommy,” you say, pulling her back on top of you, just needing to feel her skin on yours. 

“Ok good. You did so well.” She praises, stroking your hair. The two of you stay there for a while, holding each other, before Natasha starts to pull away again. You tighten your grip on her, confused as to why she’s moving. 

“I’m sorry baby girl I have to pull out so we can clean up for bed,” Natasha says, and you reluctantly let her pull away and out, grimacing. 

“Ssh it’s ok baby,” Natasha coos, pulling you back into her arms and picking you up to carry you to the bathroom. She gently wipes between your legs with a wet washcloth, and then proceeds to lovingly wash your face and do your skincare routine for you. You lean into her touch, dimly aware of what’s happening, until you feel her place something in your hand. 

“Hey babygirl,” Natasha says as she sees your eyes focus on her. “Can you brush your teeth for me?”

You nod, lazily running the toothbrush across your teeth, as your girlfriend quickly gets herself ready for bed. She then takes the toothbrush from you, and a few moments later she’s hoisting you up and taking you to bed. She tucks you in before cuddling up behind you. 

“Night angel,” she whispers, kissing the side of your head.

“Mmm love you,” you mumble. 

“Love you too sweet girl.”

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thx for reading, pls don’t plagiarize me

[sevs-corner]

Quick one-shots of [ Tf 141: Mafia AU! ]

Soft moments with them/ Them doing the little things for you </3

Masterlist here!✨

And a song to vibe to while reading it~

Gaz will always be the first to greet you good morning!

When he gets his breakfast and sees you trudging along behind the counter, still yawning and not fully booted up

You can count on him to send a smile your way and give you that chirpy, “how’s my favorite sweetheart doin’?”

Ghost, who always accompanies Gaz, then proceeds to pat your head, before dragging you to a chair, sitting you down and fixing your hair for you

He knows that you care little for your appearance especially in the morning, so he takes up the role of fixin you right up

He uses to do it a lot for his own long hair era, so he knows a little something on untangling those freshly-woken-up curls and standing baby hairs

He lets you catch up on sleep as he works on your hair and Gaz eats his breakfast

He gently wakes you up though with a peck to the temple, and like routine, you wake up and give a sleepy smile (it makes his heart palpitate enough that he doesnt need any coffee)

Gaz does the same by intertwining your hands first before turning the back of your hand to him, pecking it then letting go

saying a quick, “have a g’day sweetheart!” before leaving with. Ghost nodding to you

From then on, you’re energized and ready to take on the day!

Sometimes, Graves would pass by a little late in the morning for a quick brunch, he would say as an excuse

But he knows that its usually the time where you’d pull out your freshly baked treats and he’d be the first to try ‘em

He knows you like this because it sets the tone for the next half of your day (because the one time he said it was just okay as he was in a hurry for a job— he found you moping at the cashier, too sad to move with even Nonna shouting at your ear.)

But of course he has to give you his classic wink and flying kiss before he leaves, knowing you get busy at the time so he tries not to get in your way as much

Your giggles are always worth the sight, so of course he’d do it everytime— no matter whoever he was with (his shadows fond him cringe actually-)

Alejandro and Rudy comes in for merienda usually, a quick coffee cup to-go and some light snack as a pick-me-up

And Alejandro always offers/ asks if you want something to the place they’ll go to

Theyre going to the mall, do you need anything? (They were going to check some bastard who ran on them) Well, they’ll have to make a pit stop now to a pastries shop to buy you some of those special macarons

Rudy on the other hand would try to be your limiter, your sense of sanity

He’s the one that forces you to stay home if you looked to sick to come into work when they pick you up in the morning or take you home from work in the evening

He’ll pull you close, chin on your head as he mumbles to take care of yourself more, that you should look out for yourself sometimes

Soap, who you often meet during dinner time, would always check in with you

Offering to do groceries or chores in your place while you take a break with Price (he’s done with dinner already- he scarfs down everything in 5mins tops)

Soap would also help serve during these times, seeing you slow down, or even sleep by Price if you got comfy enough

Or he would pick you up if you got stubborn and take you home early (after getting permission from Nonno and Nonna of course)

Price, he would take full opportunity to go full care taker mode

Placing you on his lap instead as he feeds you some food or let you sleep in his arms as he checks over some papers on his table, waiting for Soap to be done

You would squirm at first, but the combination of Price’s body heat and consistent tapping at your thigh made you snap out like a light quite too quickly

Making him chuckle and whisper sweet nothing in your ears, even if you were out cold (he hopes you would hear it one day)

He wakes you up by jumping you in his arms and you would be so disoriented every time, making his eyes crinkle at the cute expression you’d make when you just woke up- eyes still glossy and unfocused, nose scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed, mouth downturned to a pout

Soap would coo and pull at your cheeks for extra measure, making you swat him but thank him in a yawn all the same

They bid farewell with Soap giving you a quick hug and a ruffle of the hair, whereas Price gives you eskimo kisses (you guys’ favorite thing to do)

Bonus!

Closing up, Horangi and Konig barely makes it in time and they feel bad for making you work overtime

But they’re so hungry— oh, nevermind, you already knew and had packed up some stuff for them already <3

Of course they repay you by storming in your apartment with you

With you letting them eat there while you go prep your stuff for tomorrow and finish some studies you didn’t get to do the other night

Horangi sees this and pulls you to his side immediately, arms around your shoulders so you wouldn’t be able to escape

Konig of course feels bad but knows you need to rest too, so he grabs a blanket and lays it on top of both of you

Grabbing some drinks (some beer for them and a hot drink for you) then sitting at your other side

Acting as both a body pillow, and an arm rest as you drape your arm over his but he ends up hooking it close to him when you reach for your laptop to study

They always make sure you sleep on time and fix up your apartment before they leave

Konig does tuck you in, softly tapping the edge and saying a soft goodnight

While Horangi pecks your forehead, whispering his own bids of good night and “we’ll be missing you” because they’ll be busy again for a couple of days

Those days and nights were always the ones that brought you to love them a little more than before </3

Taglist✨

@accidental-obsessionist

[niteskysx]

Stepbro! Nicholas Chavez x reader (one shot fic kinda?, established relationship)

As per your usual evening routine, you’re sitting on the couch with a textbook open on your lap, trying to lose yourself in your studies. Eventually, you hear footsteps—heavy, purposeful—and before you even look up, you know it’s Nick.

He stands in front of you, arms crossed, his jaw set in a tense line. There’s a hardness in his eyes, something you haven’t seen before. You hesitate to ask, but you do it anyway. Can’t hurt, can it?

“Rough day?” you ask softly, trying to ease the tension with a small, nervous smile.

Nick doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he drops down beside you on the couch, much closer than he usually does. “You could say that,” he mutters, his tone sharper than usual. He runs a hand through his hair and leans back, his gaze drifting over you slowly, intently. “Think you could help make it better?”

And there it was.

Your throat tightens, but you manage a small nod. “How… how can I help?”

He raises an eyebrow, almost amused by your innocence. “Just… be here with me.”

His hand moves to rest on your knee, his thumb slowly tracing circles against the fabric of your jeans, sending a shivers down your back.

You feel that familiar touch on you, whenever he “needs” you. “I-I’m here,” you whisper, glancing down, unable to meet his eyes.

“Good,” Nick murmurs, his hand moving up just a bit, his fingers grazing your thigh. “Because I need a distraction. He leans in, his voice softening as he leans in closer to you. “Think you can keep me company tonight?”

You take a shaky breath, mustering up the courage to speak. “Nick… maybe tonight isn’t the best time. I really need to focus on my studies,” you say, forcing a gentle smile, hoping he’ll take the hint and let you go.

Nick leans closer, his voice soft but insistent. “C’mon. Just a few minutes. You don’t have to study all night, do you?” He slides his hand just a little higher as he gives you a faint, almost pleading smile.

You swallow, feeling trapped under his stare. “I… I really can’t, Nick.” you stammer, trying to pull your thoughts together, to say something that might sway him.

Nick’s narrow at your hesitation, and his expression shifts into one of frustration. He lets out a sharp breath, his hand leaving your thigh abruptly. “Fine. Whatever,” he mutters, his voice edged with annoyance. He pushes himself up from the couch, giving you one last hard look before turning on his heel.

Ten minutes flew by.

You had been sitting there in silence for ten whole minutes and you know you should be getting back to your studying but you couldn’t…. He just seemed so mad and you didn’t want him to mad at you. Why did it bother you so much?

You couldn’t figure out why you felt this way, especially considering the amount of stress this man gives you— Sneaking around the house, him finding new ways to “torture” you or pleasure you— depending on what his mood is, making sure no one sees you two together, especially your mom and stepdad.

Before you know it, you found yourself standing outside his door, hesitant. Part of you wants to turn back, but another part of you is telling you to knock on that door.

God, has he completely corrupted you?

Your trembling hands manage to knock lightly on the door, and after a moment, you hear his voice from the other side. “Yeah?”

Slowly, you push the door open, peeking in to see him lying on his bed, playing with a baseball ball by himself, with his gaze fixed on the ceiling. He doesn’t look at you, but you can tell by the way his jaw tightens that he knows it’s you.

“Hey… I just wanted to check on you,” you say softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

He finally turns his head to look at you, his expression unreadable. “Why? Thought you were too busy,” he says, his tone a mix of bitterness and something else—something that makes your heart race.

You take a hesitant step forward. “I… I’m sorry if I upset you. I just really needed to study, that’s all.”

Nick sits up slowly, his gaze locking onto yours. “Yeah? And what about now? Suddenly have time for me?”

He sounds mad, but still manages a slight smirk on his face.

You take a seat next to him on the bed.

“I just… didn’t want you to be upset,” you mumble, looking down at your hands.

He scoots in closer to you, closing the space between you and him. “So, you’re here to make it up to me, then?” he asks, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

You swallow hard, trying to steady yourself. “What? I-I didn’t mean—”

But he doesn’t let you finish. He leans in even closer than before, with his hand resting on your knee and his face mere inches from yours. You can feel the warmth of his breath hitting your face. “I think you did,” he murmurs, his hand moving to rest on your hips, pulling you just a little closer. “So… make it up to me, then.”

(I WANNA CONTINUE THIS BUT I HAVE NO IDEAS!! 😭 SO IF YOU LIKE THIS SHITTY PIECE AND HAVE IDEAS FOR TO CONTINUE IT LOL PLS LMK OKAYY ILYY 🤍)

[ponderingmoonlight]

Quiet mornings with Shigure Sohma

Pairing: Shigure x reader

Word Count: 1,4k

Synopsis: While you're surrounded by mess and trouble all day, you can't help but enjoy those mornings with none other than Shigure.

Warnings: the fic no one asked for, I fell for fruits basket so hard that you guys are forced to read my trash now hehe, fluff over fluff

The weather outside is soft today. Not warm, not cold, just enough of something in-between to make the morning feel cozy. You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor like you always do, sunlight pooling across your lap, your hands holding a ceramic mug of tea. The house feels quiet with all the kids gone, without Tohru’s soft voice and the boys fighting over nonsense. But that peace, you know, is an illusion. Or, at the very least, a temporary state.

Because Shigure Soma is never quiet for long.

Right on cue, there’s a shuffle of feet against the floorboards, and then his voice - a melodious hum that could belong to someone much less chaotic.

“My darling,” he calls, the sing-song lilt of his tone already filled with teasing.

“How rude of you to start your morning without me. My feelings are positively shattered!”

You tilt your head just enough to see him standing in the doorway, one hand pressed theatrically to his chest as though wounded. His yukata is draped carelessly over his shoulders, the belt knotted loosely at his waist. His hair is a little messy, and he hasn’t yet shaved the faint stubble on his jaw. But the sight of him - rumpled, relaxed, utterly himself -makes warmth bloom in your chest anyway.

“Shigure,” you say with an exasperated smile, “it’s past ten. I’m not going to wait forever for you to wake up.”

He gasps as though you’ve just insulted his ancestors.

“Ah, how cold-hearted my sweet muse is! If you loved me, surely you’d have brought me breakfast in bed-”

“I made tea,” you interrupt, raising your mug pointedly.

“And there’s toast in the kitchen. If you want anything else, you’re on your own.”

He pouts, but there’s a glint in his eyes that tells you he’s not offended in the slightest. He never is, really. Shigure’s ego might be gigantic, but it’s not fragile. If anything, he seems to flourish on your chit-chat, your little refusals lightening up his mood even more. It’s a dance the two of you have perfected, a rhythm of soft blows and exaggerated reactions that always ends in laughter.

Shigure pads across the room and lowers himself to sit beside you, far closer than necessary. You feel the brush of his knee against yours, the gentle press of his arm as he leans in, peering at your face with open curiosity.

“And what, pray tell, are you thinking about so deeply, hmm? You’ve got that faraway look again.”

His voice is quieter now, softer. You don’t miss the way his eyes linger on you, their usual playfulness tempered by something more genuine.

You hesitate, caught off-guard.

“I’m not… really thinking about anything,” you reply, though it’s not entirely true.

There’s always something brewing in your mind: a stray memory, a half-formed plan, the ever-present hum of life’s what-ifs. How are you supposed to enjoy the present with the past and future weighing down on you this heavily? But explaining those things feels impossible, so you simply shrug.

“Just enjoying the quiet, I guess.”

Shigure hums thoughtfully, tilting his head as if to examine you from a different angle. His dark eyes are warm, patient, even as his lips twitch with the beginnings of another grin.

“Ah, yes. You’ve been enchanted by my humble house. It’s no wonder you’ve fallen for me so completely.”

You roll your eyes while taking a brief look at the destroyed shoji, don’t bother moving away when he rests his head against your shoulder. His hair tickles your cheek, and you can smell the faint trace of his shampoo. Definitely something light and floral. Did he use yours again?

“You’re insufferable,” you murmur, but there’s no real bite in your words.

Your free hand comes up almost instinctively to comb through his hair, smoothing out some of the more unruly strands. He hums again, this time in obvious ease.

“You’re so good to me. “Really, I don’t deserve such a kind, gentle soul.”

You snort, flicking his ear lightly.

“That’s the first truthful thing you’ve said all morning.”

Shigure doesn’t respond right away, but you feel him shift, his weight settling more fully against your side. It’s a little unbalanced, but you don’t mind. His presence is warm, comforting against the sometimes harsh reality. And though he’s quiet now, you can sense the wheels turning in his head, the way his mind is always spinning with something - mischief, poetry, or the occasional genuine thought he’ll tuck away for safekeeping.

It’s in moments like this that you’re reminded of the duality of Shigure Sohma. He’s a mystery wrapped in jokes and half-truths, a man who wears his whimsy like armor but lets it slip when he’s close enough to trust. And though he can be infuriating, there’s a softness to him as well, a tenderness that he rarely shows but always carries.

“I like this,” he comments suddenly, his voice low enough that you almost miss it.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t look at you, but you can feel the weight of his words settle in the space between you.

“Like what?” you ask quietly.

“This.”

He gestures vaguely, his hand brushing yours where it rests on the floor.

“The mornings with you. The quiet. The way you let me bother you without pushing me away.”

There’s a smile in his tone while his breath caresses your skin gently, but it’s faint, almost self-conscious.

You blink, taken aback. Shigure is rarely so direct, so open. When was the last time he talked this seriously with you, let alone with his voice this muted? You don’t quite know what to say, but you feel something shift in your chest, a fluttering warmth, soft and fragile.

“I like it too,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Even when you’re being a nuisance.”

That earns you a chuckle, low and rich. Shigure lifts his head to look at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that makes him look far younger, far happier. He doesn’t say anything, but his gaze lingers, warm and steady, as though committing you to memory.

For a moment, the two of you simply sit there, the world fading into the background. The sunlight shifts, casting patterns across the floorboards, and the faint scent of tea and spring air fills the room. It’s the kind of moment that feels fragile, like it could shatter if you so much as breathe too loudly. You can’t help but allow your eyes to rest for a moment, to take in the calmness of the moment.

But then Shigure sighs dramatically, breaking the spell.

“Ah, I suppose I’ll have to go hunt for food if I want to survive this cruel, neglectful treatment.”

You laugh, the sound light and unrestrained.

“There’s toast in the kitchen. You’re so dramatic”, you remind him again, shaking your head.

“And yet you adore me,” he remarks, pushing himself to his feet with exaggerated effort.

He stretches, his yukata slipping slightly from one shoulder, and you catch the briefest glimpse of his collarbone before he adjusts it. A man looking this good with that cheeky mouth…How is your stay here supposed to end in a good way?

“Maybe I do,” you reply without thinking.

The words slip out way too easily, carried by the warmth in your chest and the sight in front of you.

Shigure freezes, his hand halfway to his hair. For a moment, you think you’ve gone too far, that you’ve somehow crossed an invisible line. Does he feel uncomfortable, insulted even? But then he turns, his expression unreadable, and you feel your breath catch.

“Careful, my dear,” he murmurs, his voice low and almost teasing.

There’s a flicker of something else in his eyes. something softer, more vulnerable. Something you’ve never caught before in his gaze. For a moment, time seems to stand still, your breath gets stuck in your throat.

“I might just take you seriously.”

You hold his gaze, the words lingering in the air between you. And though your heart is racing, you manage a small, steady smile.

“Maybe you should.”

[sukunasun]

PLSS write more sukuna the new cover had me PURRING 🐈

i bet he flossed and everything too. waterpik to the open maw in his abdomen. sticking a brush in there so he gets to the back of the molars. its just another part of his nightly routine, my personal hygiene king. i wish i were his dentist, wanna dip my hands in there whilst ignoring the way that tongue wraps and slithers around my forearm like a tendril, a tentacle gripping tight. in an attempt to seduce maybe, "he likes you," sukuna says cheekily, does it have a mind of its own? probably not. it's just another muscle he controls so very precisely.

in this state, his grip is exceptionally tight upon your hips, legs spread apart while his tongue spears through the folds of your pussy. slowly at first, teasing and taunting as it laps and licks you while you're hovering above and dripping from the seam. you try to protest, telling him to stop, tongue 2 salivates even more, making a show of it. slobbering and drooling, it finds its way to gently prod between the cleft of your ass, teasing your hole just waiting for something. just like how sukuna feasts when it's his other mouth doing all the work. your heart flutters at the memory, even now, he lays kisses down your nape and shoulder, four arms are more than enough to grope and graze your body, they all seem to have motives of their own. concocted by one very determined sukuna.

but tongue 2 is greedier than that, intending to bully its way inside. stroking its way inside you and pumping in motion, thrumming your clit all the while. sukuna keeps you in place, you're meant to stay still and take it. ignoring the petty whines. slightly bewildered, incredibly aroused, almost as if voicing your disbelief at the situation. getting tongue-fucked by a stomach. "it's so gooddd," you moan, groan really, guttural and intense. pleasure struck and dumbfounded. an ecstasy-filled expression, dazed one moment, eyes heavy-lidded, shocked the next when the tip worms its way past the tight opening of your cervix. or it tries to, sukuna shall leave that endeavour for another day when you don't scream and come undone with every gentle press.

after said tongue practically dislodges itself, forcing its way past your clenched pussy while you're holding on for more, a resounding pop echoes, the remnants lay sticky and pooling in strings of white, and there you lay trembling, twitching, and thoroughly fucked. "i know, i know," he can't help but reassure. the sobbing darling in his hold is a mess he has to tend to. sigh sigh. he doesn't mean to put you through this much. no, he does. it's your fault for staring at his stomach like it were some other being, he's just blessed with more. anatomically advantaged he'd put it—

"cheeeese," sukuna hooks his thumbs to the corners, pulling wide lips apart to reveal a shining smile for the camera, a thinly veiled temptation beyond walls of ivory.

[sebpaint]

"..Do you think I deserved it?"

His voice comes soft, head in the lap of his forever partner. Sebastian solace had never been sure of anything in his life, maybe that they had been made and woven together by the stars in the pure destination to have met each other, but nothing more.

he wanted to believe that he hadn't. that the amalgamation of the beast he'd become in such a short feeling of time wasn't what was destined. did he recall believing in fate? was that a plausible option in a hellsite?

"Deserved?" Painter spoke, a similar soft tone. Cold metal hands weaving through the charcoal locks, a fond smile whenever he'd passed a grey one. either the stress - the will to calm it. the passing of age that he knew he wouldn't avoid forever. it was satisfactory, in a way.

"I don't think so."

"How come?" sebastian looked up, his esca dimly lit in the dingy room of his shop. "..Surely this hadn't been coming. Nine people, turned me ugly. if the blood hadn't stained me recognisable, the experiments did."

Painter's screen flickered, a look of suprise, then one of shame. A sigh would've been let, if the computer had any room to exhale any amounts of oxygen. Neither were humans, but the other made them feel like a person.

"..Ugly. I don't like that word." His shoulders dropped, a hand tracing down his neck, gentle around the exposed gills, down to the arms that were tense - clung and wrapped around an unachievable fate, surely. tensed to hope.

"..You're beautiful. Your colours.. they're like an ocean. Thats.. self explanatory. I'd take a photo of you, to colour drop you in every one of my pieces."

A moment of silence passed. Would sebastian learn he was such a piece of art to them? a muse to create another?

"..Your hair.. its.. so soft, like an oil painting. The little ears you have, they express such emotion that drawings cannot ever convey. your nose.."

Painter paused, tracing over the scar that adorned the others snout. Darkened and faded over time, though completely visible. even through it all. Sebastians breathing hitched.

"..You hate your tail. I know." He spoke, "..But its my favourite part. well- you're my favourite part. but I like it a lot. it keeps us warm, it keeps us safe. it holds so much for so many."

Sebastian let out a shaky puff of air, he couldn't force a smile - he didn't need to. a pure emotion he knew the other could read regardless, an expression wasn't necessary.

"..I love you, sebastian. I'll love you for as long as it takes for you to realise why."

"..I love you too, painter."

[fluenzed]

AFTER OBX - JJ MAYBANK FANFICTION PART 4

fanfiction | jj maybank | alternative ending | obx |

warning: mention of sex, drugs, alcohol and violence

This is the first story I've written, so please be kind and understanding! English isn't my first language, so feel free to let me know if there are any mistakes or if something is unclear.

CHAPTER 4 - “What the hell is going on?”

The boat swayed gently, moored to the dock, its rhythmic creaks blending with the soft patter of rain against the wooden deck. The air was thick with the scent of damp wood and salt. The rain had been falling steadily for hours, its lullaby-like rhythm a stark contrast to the lively chaos of their earlier fishing attempts. Now, the world seemed muted, cloaked in the hazy quiet of a post-storm evening.

When the rain finally eased to a stop, Alex sat still, her breath shallow as she watched JJ. The dim, uneven light from the cabin's lantern flickered gently, casting warm hues across his face. The freckles dotting his nose and cheeks stood out more than she’d ever noticed before, faint constellations that seemed painted on his skin. She felt a pull deep in her chest, a strange mixture of tenderness and yearning. Her fingers twitched in her lap, the thought of tracing those freckles almost overpowering. She clenched her hand into a loose fist, forcing herself to look away briefly, only to have her gaze drift back as though it had a mind of its own.

His face was softened by sleep, his lips slightly parted as he breathed in a slow, steady rhythm. In that moment, JJ looked so unguarded, so unlike the quick-witted, playful guy she knew. The urge to hold onto this fleeting vulnerability made her throat tighten. She wasn’t sure what scared her more—the intensity of her emotions or the idea that he might wake up and catch her staring.

“J,” she said softly, her voice barely more than a breath against the quiet hum of the night. “It’s not raining anymore. Wake up.”

JJ stirred, his brows furrowing as his eyelids fluttered open. He blinked slowly, his blue eyes clouded with sleep as they adjusted to the faint light. A lazy stretch followed, his arms pushing outward and his body shifting slightly as he let out a low, gravelly groan. “Did I really fall asleep?” he mumbled, his voice thick with drowsiness.

Alex’s lips quirked into a smile. “Yes,” she replied, her tone teasing but warm. “Out like a light.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, a faint flush creeping into his cheeks. “You should’ve woken me up,” he said, his voice softer now.

“You needed it,” she said simply, her smile lingering. “You looked... peaceful.”

JJ chuckled lightly, though there was an edge of embarrassment in his expression. He reached up, raking a hand through his tousled hair, leaving it even more disheveled.

JJ gave a look outside before saying : "Should we go?" and Alex nodded. , and together, they climbed out of the boat and began their walk back to the bait shop, where they put back all the fishing gear that JJ’s boss gave him earlier. He locked the door of the bait shop, and they started making their way to JJ’s car. The streets of Porto were cloaked in a deep, velvety darkness, broken only by the warm glow of the streetlamps. Their reflections shimmered in the puddles scattered across the cobblestone paths, making the ground look like a patchwork of gold and black. The air was biting cold, carrying the lingering dampness of the storm. Every step they took sent little splashes of water onto their already soaked shoes and pants. Their clothes clung to their skin, heavy and uncomfortable, amplifying the chill that gnawed at their bones.

Alex pulled her coat tighter around herself. “It’s freezing,” she muttered, her breath forming faint clouds in the air.

As they passed a small café, golden light spilled onto the wet pavement. Inside, the warmth was visible, inviting. JJ stopped, glancing at Alex. “Should we go in and get some coffee before heading home?” he asked, his voice hopeful.

Alex nodded, and they hurried inside, the small bell above the door chiming softly. The warmth hit them instantly, wrapping them in its embrace. The air was rich with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and buttery pastries, a welcome contrast to the cold outside. A small TV mounted on the wall played Portuguese news, the voices mingling with the boisterous laughter of fishermen seated around mismatched tables. Their conversations were loud and lively, yet the atmosphere felt cozy, almost soothing.

They found a small table near the corner and ordered two coffees. Minutes later, a server approached, balancing two steaming cups on a tray. The warmth of the cups seeped into their cold hands as they murmured soft thank-yous. Alex took a sip, letting the heat spread through her, chasing away the lingering chill.

“So,” she began, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “how was I today? At the fishing thing.”

JJ raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of his coffee before answering. “You weren’t bad,” he said, his tone deliberately serious. “I mean, you weren’t good, but you weren’t terrible either.”

Alex chuckled, the sound light and infectious. “Gee, thanks.”

JJ smirked, leaning back in his chair. “You just need practice. We’ll have to go fishing more often.”

“Let’s wait until summer,” Alex replied with a mock groan. “It’s too cold for this, and I think I caught a cold with all that rain.”

JJ nodded, blowing on his coffee. “Fair.”

They lingered for a while longer, their conversation slipping into easy banter as JJ gave her tips for their next fishing trip. The café buzzed around them, a symphony of clinking cups, murmured conversations, and the faint hum of the TV. When they finally left, the owner waved them off with a kind smile.

The cold struck again as they stepped outside, but it felt less harsh after the café’s warmth. The streets were quiet now, the occasional drip of water from rooftops the only sound accompanying their footsteps. They walked side by side, their breaths mingling with the crisp night air as they headed toward the car.

JJ unlocked the vehicle with a soft beep, stepping aside to hold the door open for Alex before sliding into the driver’s seat. The interior smelled faintly of damp leather and something spicy—maybe his cologne. The car rumbled to life, its headlights cutting through the thin mist still hanging in the air. As they drove, the city blurred past, the golden halos of streetlamps and neon signs reflecting off rain-dappled windows. The soft hum of the engine mingled with the mellow tune playing on the radio, a low, jazzy melody that filled the silence between them. The streets were mostly empty, the occasional figure hurrying along under umbrellas or ducking into doorways.

It wasn’t long before they neared Alex’s neighborhood, but the calm atmosphere shattered as they turned onto her street. A cluster of police cars blocked the road, their blue and red lights strobing violently against the wet asphalt. The air felt heavier here, charged with tension. Several officers moved briskly, their forms silhouetted against the bright floodlights set up around the scene. An ambulance idled nearby, its back doors open, and a team of paramedics stood off to the side, speaking in hushed tones.

JJ instinctively slowed the car, his grip on the wheel tightening as his gaze darted from one detail to the next. “What the hell is going on?” he muttered, his tone low and cautious.

Alex leaned forward, her stomach twisting with unease as her eyes scanned the scene. “J,” she said, her voice shaking. “Why are there so many police cars? What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” JJ replied, his tone steady but laced with tension. He pulled the car to a stop near the edge of the barricade, where an officer noticed them and began approaching with a brisk, purposeful stride. The officer’s face was shadowed, but his stance radiated authority.

“Someone’s coming,” Alex whispered, her stomach churning as anxiety clawed its way up her spine.

JJ rolled down the window, meeting the officer’s stern gaze. “You can’t stay here, kids,” the officer said firmly. “This area is off-limits.”

“But I live here,” Alex said quickly, pointing toward her house just visible beyond the barricade.

The officer’s expression softened slightly, but his voice remained firm. “Ma’am, this is a crime scene. You won’t be able to return home until further notice. Call someone, let them know you’re safe, and find somewhere to stay tonight.”

“What happened?” Alex asked, her voice trembling. “Why can’t I go home?”

The officer glanced at his walkie-talkie as it crackled to life, responding briefly before turning back to her. “It’s not safe right now,” he said, sidestepping her question. “Stay clear, and make arrangements.” With that, he walked away, his attention pulled elsewhere.

Alex turned to JJ, her hands trembling. “What the fuck is going on?” she whispered, her voice thick with fear.

Before he could answer, her eyes landed on a stretcher being wheeled toward the ambulance. The white sheet covering the body was stark under the harsh lights, its stillness gut-wrenching. “Oh my god, JJ,” she breathed, her voice cracking. “Someone’s dead.”

JJ’s jaw tightened, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. “Holy shit,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Please, let’s go,” Alex said urgently, her voice breaking as panic gripped her. “I don’t want to see any more.”

Without a word, JJ turned the car around, his jaw set as he navigated the slick streets. The air in the car was heavy, their usual banter replaced with a tense silence. Alex clutched her phone, her fingers trembling as she sent types something on her phone. Outside, the rain began to drizzle again, the rhythmic tapping against the windshield filling the quiet space.

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” JJ asked after a long pause, his voice calm but edged with concern.

Alex shook her head, her lips pressed tightly together. « I don’t have any family here.. They’re all living near Guarda. And I do have friends, but Im not that close with them. » She said still typing on her phone.

 JJ glanced at her, his expression softening. “Stay at mine,” he said simply. Then, after a beat, he added with a faint smirk, “Not like you have much of a choice.”

Her lips twitched into a weak smile despite everything. “Thank you, J,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.  

The notification illuminated Alex’s phone screen against the dim glow of the car’s dashboard. Outside, the city lights blurred into streaks as JJ drove through the wet streets. The recent rain had left the asphalt glistening under the hazy glow of streetlights. Occasional droplets clung to the windows, breaking into rivulets as the car moved forward.

The air was thick with the metallic scent of rain, mixed with an undercurrent of tension that neither of them could ignore. The rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers punctuated the otherwise heavy silence in the car. Alex’s chest tightened as she read the news aloud, her voice trembling as the weight of the situation sank in.

"Oh my god, J," she gasped, her hands gripping the phone tightly. Her knuckles were pale, a sharp contrast to the golden glow of the screen.

When she began reading the news, her voice wavered : A shooting took place earlier in the fishermen’s village of Afurada, Porto. Residents reported hearing gunshots around 7 p.m., followed by screams that lasted for several minutes. According to witnesses, the suspect then took out a gun and shot three people before fleeing in a black Mercedes. The four men involved were not known to the neighbors, and fortunately, no local residents were harmed. Two of the victims have died, while the third is in critical condition and has been taken to the hospital. Police are investigating possible links between this shooting and the massive drug network uncovered last week in Vila Nova de Gaia. Until further notice, all fishing activities in the area are suspended, and movement in and out of Afurada is restricted.” The details of the shooting felt surreal, each word chipping away at the fragile calm they had maintained. JJ kept his eyes on the road, his jaw tightening as he listened. The muffled hum of the engine seemed to amplify the grim reality of the report.

“That’s crazy, J,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. Her chest felt heavy, as if the terror unfolding in Afurada had reached into the confines of the car.

JJ glanced at her briefly, his face resolute but tinged with concern. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel, the leather creaking softly under his grip. “Don’t worry too much, Al’, police are taking care of it. You’ll be able to come back at yours soon. For now, text your dad, let him know you’re okay. He’s gonna freak out when he hears the news.”

Alex nodded, her fingers trembling slightly as she typed out a quick message to her dad. The tension in the car felt like a third presence, looming large between them.

The ride to JJ’s house was eerily quiet. The hum of the tires rolling over slick pavement and the distant sound of raindrops hitting the roof provided the only soundtrack to their thoughts. Outside, the city seemed subdued, its usual vibrancy dulled by the weight of the news. Neon signs flickered in the distance, their light distorted by lingering raindrops on the windows.

Alex leaned her head against the cool glass, her breath leaving faint foggy imprints. She closed her eyes for a moment, focusing on the rhythmic inhale and exhale of JJ’s steady breathing beside her. It grounded her, offering a small sense of security in the midst of the chaos.

Her thoughts raced, vivid flashes of fear intertwining with a strange sense of relief. The news was horrifying, but she wasn’t alone. She could feel JJ’s quiet determination to keep her safe, and it was enough to anchor her frayed nerves for the moment.

The flicker of solace she felt was fragile but real, a spark of light in the suffocating darkness of uncertainty. As the car turned onto a quieter street, lined with trees dripping with rain, Alex sat up straighter, her shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. Whatever had happened back there was terrifying, but for now, she wasn’t facing it alone.

Back at the docks, the night was still, the moon casting a soft glow over the rippling waters. JJ parked his car, the headlights briefly illuminating the wooden planks of the dock before he turned the engine off. The rhythmic lapping of waves against the boats filled the air. The salty ocean breeze swept through, carrying with it the briny scent of seaweed and the faint metallic tang of wet wood. JJ stepped out into the cool night, the damp chill settling on his skin like a thin veil.

He walked around to Alex’s side, opening the car door for her. She climbed out, her breath visible in the cold air. “Thank you,” she murmured softly, her voice almost lost in the vast quiet of the docks. JJ locked the car with a soft beep, the sound punctuating the otherwise serene atmosphere. Alex took a deep breath, the scent and sound of the ocean immediately easing the tension that had coiled in her chest throughout the day.

JJ gestured toward his house, a small wooden structure nestled near the edge of the dock. The light from a nearby streetlamp cast long shadows across the walls, giving the house a slightly weathered but inviting appearance. As they approached, the sound of their footsteps on the wooden planks echoed softly, blending with the murmurs of the ocean.

Inside, the house was dim and cold, the air tinged with the musty scent of wood. Alex shivered, rubbing her arms for warmth. Without hesitation, JJ flicked on the light, and a warm, amber glow spread across the space. It wasn’t much, but it felt homely.

JJ immediately moved toward the fireplace, kneeling in front of it with practiced ease. The sound of wood clattering against each other broke the silence as he arranged the logs before striking a match. The fire roared to life with a satisfying crackle, the warmth spreading quickly through the small room. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows on the wooden walls, transforming the cold and dark house into a cozy haven.

The space was modest but functional. The kitchen and living room were combined into one open area, with the fireplace positioned beside a small, worn-out couch. A little television sat on a low stand opposite the couch, its screen catching the glow of the fire. In the kitchen corner, there was a compact fridge, a single cabinet, and a small table with just one chair. On the right side of the room were two doors: one leading to the bathroom and the other to the bedroom.

The comforting scent of burning wood began to fill the house, mingling with the faint aroma of salt lingering in Alex’s hair. She sighed, shedding her scarf, coat, and beanie, and hanging them on the rack near the door. JJ followed suit, brushing off a few stray droplets from his jacket before turning to her.

“It’ll be warm in a few minutes,” he assured her, his voice gentle but firm. Then he disappeared into the bedroom, returning moments later with a bundle of clothes—a gray sweater, matching jogging pants, and a pair of white socks.

“Take this and go shower. You’ll feel better,” he said, handing the bundle to Alex with a small smile.

“Thanks,” she replied, her fingers brushing his for a moment as she took the clothes. The bathroom door creaked faintly as she closed it behind her.

The bathroom was small, the tiles cool beneath her feet. Alex turned on the shower, and the sound of the water hitting the floor echoed softly in the enclosed space. Steam quickly filled the room, fogging the mirror and enveloping her in its comforting heat. As the warm water cascaded over her, it melted away the cold and tension that had clung to her all evening. She ran her fingers through her hair, letting the water soothe her frayed nerves. For the first time that day, she felt a moment of peace.

After drying herself off with the towel JJ had provided, she slipped into his oversized clothes. The soft fabric enveloped her like a hug, the faint scent of his detergent bringing an unexpected sense of security. With her damp clothes bundled in her arms, she stepped back into the living area.

JJ stood in the kitchen, the faint whistle of the kettle blending with the crackling of the fire. “Finished?” he asked, turning to face her. “Here, put your clothes in the washing machine.”

Alex nodded and followed his instructions, smiling as she said, “You’re a good host.”

JJ grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. “I even made tea,” he said proudly, handing her a steaming cup.

“Thanks,” Alex said softly, cradling the warm cup in her hands. The heat seeped into her palms, a welcome contrast to the chill of the night.

“I’m going to shower,” JJ announced, grabbing a fresh set of clothes before heading to the bathroom. “Make yourself at home.”

Alex sank onto the couch, the soft fabric hugging her as she tucked her legs beneath her. The fire crackled gently, its light casting a warm glow that danced across the walls. She sipped her tea slowly, savoring its warmth as it spread through her chest. The rhythmic patter of water from the shower added to the calming ambiance, mixing with the occasional pop of the burning logs.

Her phone vibrated on the coffee table, breaking the peaceful silence. She picked it up and saw her dad’s name on the screen. Answering the call, she pressed the phone to her ear.

“Hi, Dad,” she said, her voice soft but steady.

“Hi, my darling,” her dad replied, his voice warm but laced with concern. “I just received your text and saw the news about what happened.”

As they spoke, the comfort of the fire and JJ’s quiet hospitality dulled the edges of the fear that had gripped her earlier. Even amidst the chaos of the outside world, Alex felt a fragile sense of safety in the little wooden house by the docks.

“That’s terrible, Dad,” Alex said, her voice tinged with worry as she curled further into the couch. The fire’s warm glow flickered across her face, but her thoughts were on the chaotic scene she’d left behind. “When I went home, there were cops everywhere. One of them told us it wasn’t safe to stay there, and until further notice, we can’t even enter the neighborhood.”

Her father sighed heavily on the other end of the line, the weight of his concern evident even through the faint crackle of the call. “I saw it. They’ve even put fishing activities on hold because of what happened in Gaia last week.” His voice was weary, laced with a deep sadness. “The world is cruel, my darling. You need to be careful. Please, don’t go out alone.”

Alex tightened her grip on the warm mug in her hands, her thumb brushing the edge of the ceramic as she stared into the fire. “I promise, Dad. I’ll be careful,” she said softly, her words both a reassurance and a plea for him not to worry too much. “What about you? When are you coming back home?” she asked, her tone lightening just a little, hoping for some good news to break the heaviness of their conversation.

“Well,” he began, pausing as if calculating. “It depends on the weather and these standstills. But I’m supposed to be back this week.” His voice lifted slightly, teasing. “And when I’m back, we’ll eat some bacalhau.”

Alex couldn’t help but smile, the image of her dad’s codfish patties warming her heart like the fire warming the room. “I can’t wait for that,” she said, her voice tinged with affection. “Your codfish patties are the best.”

There was a chuckle on the other end of the line, faint but genuine. “Alright, baby,” he said, the tenderness in his tone unmistakable. “I’m going to sleep now. Take care of yourself, and say thank you to your friend for me. I love you, and I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too, Dad,” Alex replied, her voice quieter now, filled with gratitude. “Bye.”

The call ended, and Alex stared at her phone for a moment, the screen’s glow fading. The room fell silent again, save for the crackling of the fire and the occasional gust of wind rattling the windows. She placed her phone back on the table and leaned back, her smile lingering as she thought about her dad’s warmth and care, even from afar.

When JJ finished his shower, he let the warm water drip off his skin before reaching for a towel. The cool air of the bathroom nipped at his damp skin, but he ignored it, drying himself off and slipping into a pair of jogging pants and white socks. The mirror was fogged with steam, its surface a blurred reflection of the world around him. With a swipe of his hand, he cleared the glass, revealing his face. He stared into his own eyes, the faint sheen of water on his hair catching the dim light.

A flicker of frustration passed across his face as his thoughts churned. He hated himself for letting this girl into his life. He had asked her to stay—why had he done that? It didn’t make sense. Not after everything. Betrayed by not one but two fathers, JJ had spent years building walls that no one could penetrate. Yet here he was, inviting her into his home and, worse, into the guarded corners of his mind.

He growled under his breath, tapping his temple as if trying to force the thoughts away. “Get it together,” he muttered to himself. But even as he tried to shake it off, a small, unwelcome truth crept in. He was losing himself to her, piece by piece. He didn’t understand what it was about her—her laugh, her presence, her genuine warmth—but something had slipped past his defenses. He felt the urge to trust her, to let go of the relentless loneliness he’d clung to for two years.

But how could it be this easy? It had only been a few days. A fishing trip, some shared moments, and now she was sleeping under his roof. It didn’t add up. What if she was manipulating him, just like others had in the past? His lips twisted into a sardonic smile, the expression both bitter and amused.

“Am I forgetting who I am?” he whispered, his voice low and mocking. “I’m JJ Maybank. How can I be scared of a fucking girl when I’ve fought treasure hunters, nearly died, and kept my friends alive through it all?” His jaw clenched, and a determined glint sparked in his eyes. “You got this, JJ,” he muttered, almost like a mantra. “But don’t fall too hard.”

He gathered his clothes from the floor and carried them to the washing machine, tossing them in with practiced ease. As he stepped out of the bathroom and into the hallway, he paused, drawing in a steadying breath. Then he pushed the door open to the living room.

His eyes landed on Alex, and for a brief moment, the turmoil in his mind stilled. She was sitting on the couch, her gaze lifting to meet his—and then dropping, her cheeks flushing crimson. He followed her line of sight and realized she was staring at him. Shirtless, his wet hair dripping beads of water that slid down his chest and abs.

JJ chuckled softly, the sound low and teasing, as Alex quickly averted her eyes. She looked away so fast that it made him smirk, shaking his head as he walked toward his bedroom. He threw on a plain white T-shirt, ruffling his hair with a towel as he returned to the living room.

Alex was still perched on the couch, her tea cup cradled in her hands, the firelight painting warm hues across her face. JJ sat down beside her, his arm draped casually over the back of the couch.

“How’s the tea?” he asked, his voice relaxed, almost playful. “Hot enough?”

Alex took a small sip before setting the cup down on the coffee table. “It’s perfect,” she said, her gaze locking with his.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them was thick with something unspoken, their eyes searching each other’s faces. JJ’s lips curved into a faint smile, breaking the tension just enough.

“Wanna watch something?” he asked, leaning back slightly.

Alex nodded, her lips curling into a soft smile of her own as she shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch. JJ grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels before settling on a random movie. The light from the TV danced across the room, mingling with the glow from the fire.

As the opening credits rolled, Alex leaned into the warmth of the couch, her shoulder just brushing against his. JJ didn’t move away, letting the shared closeness settle naturally. Though the movie played, their attention lingered on each other more than the screen. For the first time in a long while, JJ felt something unfamiliar: a fragile kind of ease. And despite his earlier resolve to guard himself, he couldn’t help but feel a little more at home with her sitting beside him.

[k0kichiimagines]

i love giving my cat a little blanket when hes cold

[simonbrain]

john making simon watch you get the pounding of your life because the two of you got into a nasty little argument, resulting in simon taking his anger out on johnny's ass.

he didn't even stop when you walked into your shared bedroom to see johnny getting his back blown out by your man. he only ordered you to sit and watch as johnny's moans and whines and the sounds of skin slapping filled the room, cum and drool staining your sheets.

simon had the audacity to groan when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, bottom lip quivering. he always did get off on making you cry.

now he sits with a hard, leaking cock, hands restrained behind the back of the chair as he's forced to watch you get fucked by his captain. despite the way he snarls and grits his teeth, he still twitches and drools in his pants when your cunt gushes around john's cock for the nth time, the desperation to join becoming unbearable. it doesn't help that you're making the prettiest noises, writhing as john folds you into full nelson, your body on full display. simon's seething, so pissed off because he can't touch himself, and he can't even lap at your sloppy pussy or suck on your pretty clit.

"dirty mutts like you get nothin'," john barks when simon pathetically demands to be allowed to touch you, his hips effortlessly working to bring you over the edge again. "you'll never fuckin' learn if i don't teach you how to play nice with your toys; what kind of captain would i be, eh?"

you're babbling incoherent nonsense, not a thought in your head as john's gravelly voice coos sweet things into your ear, calling you his perfect girl while he kisses away your tears. you feel like you're floating right up into the ether, another orgasm ripping through you when he rubs tight, firm circles over your sensitive clit, drool running down your chin at the immense pleasure tingling all over your body.

you aren't sure if you actually heard it before you passed out in john's arms at the end of it all, but you swear he grunted, "i fuckin' own you, so i own her. my pretty pussy, my pretty girl."

(meanwhile, kyle's sorting johnny out in another room, edging him nice and long for being such a slut. if he wanted a good fuck, kyle was right there, and he's feeling offended.

"is it cause i'm not taken?" kyle huffs, cruelly twisting his fist around the head of johnny's cock and grinning meanly at the broken sob he gets in return.)

[writersdrug]

Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of man who:

In your shared home, always sits with his legs spread. Manspreading king. Adores it when you cross your arms and give him a disapproving look, saying there's no room for you. "Course there is, luv. Jus' sit between my thighs."

Refuses to let you do simple tasks around the house, like making tea, folding his underwear, or putting away the dishes. One might think it's a sweet, husbandly gesture - but he's just super picky. You made tea in the microwave once, and now you're banned from ever touching his tea stash. Likes his underwear folded in a specific way, and you don't understand the importance of it. He got tired of you stuffing his underwear in his drawer, so now he folds it himself. And the dishes? Couldn't stand how you put them away. "There's no rhyme or reason to 'em." "I didn't think there had to be, Si-" "Just gimme the damn bowl." Fewer chores? You aren't complaining.

Looks like he's always on edge - and he is, kinda. When he's out with you, he can't help but be alert and watchful, and extremely protective of you. You've tried to get him to loosen up - it's the supermarket, what could happen? - but have just come to accept it as his nature. Plus, you get that giddy feeling when you see other men look straight down at the floor, avoiding Simon's stare as the two of you pass.

Is the grumpiest, poutiest, and most indignant man ever when he gets sick. Doesn't want you doting on him in case you catch whatever he has. But, wait - where are you going? "Get your ass back in this bed - 'm cold." Grumbles like a child when you force him to let you get up to grab him soup, tea, or medicine. And no, he doesn't care how sick he is, he's not wearing that stupid, floppy ice pack hat.

Brings Johnny over unannounced, and you've grown used to it. The moment you hear that Scottish yapping out the front door as the key unlocks, you grab a third plate for dinner - he insists you don't need to feed him, but you always make extra for Simon's lunch the next day regardless, and the last time he'd said that, he ended up grabbing an extra fork and picking from Simon's plate. Which, of course, had Simon up at 1 am making instant ramen because he was still hungry, but didn't have the heart to ask you to make him a decent meal. So, yes, Johnny would be fed.

Loves spoiling you on your birthday. What is a man if not someone who spoils his partner rotten? Orders in food from your favorite bakery, sets all your presents neat and nice on the table (the excellent wrapping job done by yours truly, Gaz), flower petals sprinkled on the ground and the table top (also Gaz's idea), and a seat on his lap so for you while you open your presents. Loves watching your face light up, and each little "you remembered?!" fall from your lips as you open each gift. Scoffs and shifts in his seat. "I's not that much of a fuss, luv..." as you squeal excitedly, but you know he's biting back a proud smile. The blush, he can't even attempt to hide.

Is somehow a magnet for your young nephews. Every time he comes along to your sister's place, he's either making conversation with her husband in the living room, or he's interrogated and cornered by her two sons. And, lord help him, he doesn't understand it either. He'd always expected kids to look at him like a monster, but, especially with these two, that was never the case. They'd ask him for stories about "being in war" - half of the time, he'd make up some not-too-gory adventure, sparing them the details of real war. The rest of the time, he'd talk about "Soap, my mate who blows everything up." And they'd listen with wide eyes and jaws on the floor.

Has scared you unintentionally, more than too many times. He'd come home at three in the morning from a mission, and all he wanted was to quietly peel his dirty uniform off and slip into bed with you. His main intention was to avoid waking you up, because you'd force him to shower before joining you in bed - and he was too tired for that. However, you'd been rounding the corner, up for your 3 am glass of water - you screamed as you saw the hulking, dark figure by the front door, launching your phone at him. He'd caught it effortlessly and shoved it into his back pocket. "What've I told ya 'bout using the bat?" "I was just getting water!" "I coulda been anyone." "Well you're not." "Missed ya, luvie." "Missed you too- but you're grimy. Go take a-" "No." He grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, ignoring your protests as he hauled you back to bed.

[fairy-angel222]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯! 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

He’s been stealing your panties since the week he met you. Collecting them in different pretty colors and fabrics. Using them to jerk off every night with the groan of your name. Stuffing them under his nose or using them to stroke his cock, either way had him cumming to the thought of you all the same.

He takes your stuff and holds them over your head. Watching your tits bounce as you whined and struggled to reach. Smirking widely as he teased, “if you want it back so bad then kiss me.” Blood rushing to his cock when you actually get on your tip toes to kiss him shortly, forcing your lips to stay on his when you try to pull away.

Who pretends to be asleep until he hears your soft moans at one in the morning. Quietly cracking open your door to watch you touch yourself, his hard cock already in hand as you moaned and mewled so fucking prettily. Stroking at the pace of your desperately working fingers till you two orgasm at the same time.

Who ‘accidentally’ sends you a video of him lazily jerking off on his bed, his lip in between his teeth and his other hand behind his head as he looks directly into the camera. The message coming through followed by a small “oops, sorry sweetheart, wrong person”

Who starts getting bolder and bolder even after you suspect him of being the reason for your missing underwear. Leaving slight yet noticeable touches to your ass and boobs whenever he had the chance. Always laughing it off and joking about how soft you were and about how perfectly your tits fit in his hand.

Who calls you up to his room when he’s about to cum, his lips parting in heavy breaths as you walked in clad in your short pajama set. Your eyes widening as he fisted his length, eyes meeting yours with a loud groan as he spilled onto his hand. “Shit, can you grab me that box of tissue?” Letting out heavy breaths with a dark grin.

Who starts walking around the house with nothing but low hanging sweats to get you flustered. Brushing up against you or wrapping his toned arms around your body. His rock like abs against your back as he whispered into your ear. “Well these shorts are shorter than usual.” Loving the way your face heated up for him.

Who starts to make you sit in his lap for everything. Saying that you weren’t allowed to watch tv unless you did it from his lap. Or that you couldn’t seat at the table to eat breakfast unless it was again, on his lap.

Who suddenly wants to spend all his time with you so that you couldn’t go out as often. He wanted you, and would make you his at some point.

Who finally sinks his cock into your tight pussy after teasing you subtly all day. “Waited so long for this.” He grunted, his thumb running over your bottom lip which was swollen from all his rough kissing. “Feels even better than i expected.”

You cried out loudly, small whimpers falling past your parted lips as his hold on your legs tightened. Holding them in place over his shoulders as he fucked into you harshly. Thick cot brushing against your g spot as it hammered deep.

“That’s it, just take it baby. Please mama? Take it f’me yeah?” He breathed, his head in your neck as he licked and sucked dark marks onto your skin. Snapping his hips into yours in oute need, not being able to get enough of the moment that he dreamed for so long about.

“Does that feel good baby?” Watching as you nodded with a teary cry, your eyes fluttering shut as your back arched off his sheets.

“Look at me.” he groaned, your eyes peeling open to meet his as you both filled the room with your noises. “Wanna fill you up so bad, pussy’s so fucking perfect.”

“S-satoruu— nngh,”

“Oh fuck baby, let me hear my name again.” He breathed, hand snaking lightly around your neck. Your choked moans and babbles getting louder as your stomach tightened. Gojo never slowing his pace as he fucked you dumb.

“Haah, Sat-oruu, ahh,” you mewled, your pussy tightening as your body began to tremble. Gripping onto the sheets at your side at the orgasmic build up.

“Can feel you getting close, squeezing me so tight,” Gojo grunted, lewd squelching sounds filling your ears each time his cock bullied its way deep. “I’ve got you baby, cum f’me.” His hand squeezed down on your throat, your wet eyes meeting piercing blue ones with a chant of his name. His cock twitching inside you as your pussy messily thanked his cock.

“O-oh fuck- ‘m never letting you go you know that? Wanted you for way too long.” His eyes fixed on yours as you shook your head.

You felt so good, and he found him self unable to come to a stop even as he got close.

“S-satoru—”

“C-can’t baby, feels so good, shit— gotta cum in you.” Pressing his lips onto yours to muffle your whines as he gave his final sloppy thrusts. His hips flush against yours as he buried himself deep inside you with a moan. His eyes rolling back as he spilled into you, pumping ropes after ropes of the sticky substance onto your walls.

Gojo pulled away with a satisfied breath, swiping his tongue across his lips with an unapologetic smile at the look on your face. “Sorry princess.”

[sttoru]

Sukuna with clingy concubine 🛐🛐 like hella clingy, always clinging to sukuna, sitting on his lap and just following sukuna like a lost puppy

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. fluff. little bit suggestive. size difference. reader is clingy, a bit of an airhead ig. reader gets called ‘girl, brat’.

“y’re annoying me, girl,” sukuna grumbles as he walks to the courtyard. you had magically appeared behind him the moment he stepped out of his room to get some fresh air.

you flash him an apologetic smile “i’m sorry, my lord.” you’re not sorry, sukuna knows, though he doesn’t comment on it. it’s been like this ever since a week or two ago. he cannot recall why you’re suddenly so much more affectionate.

he doesn’t wait on you, however, and takes big strides towards the courtyard. if your little legs can’t keep up, that isn’t his problem. you frown and take on the challenge that’s been thrown your way.

you increase your pace and nearly run after sukuna. you have to lift your kimono a little to make sure you wouldn’t trip over the fabric. it doesn’t seem like you’ll give up any time soon as you follow him with that same content expression on your face.

sukuna can’t believe that a human like you dares to even be in his presence for so long. he didn’t call for you, so why are you adamant on staying with him? he concludes that something must be up, “what’d you want from me?”

there hangs a silence between you two afterwards. sukuna’s slow yet heavy footsteps reverberate through the hallway, followed by your quick and light ones. you pout as you notice that the king of curses isn’t even sparing you a glance, “nothing at all. i just like to be with you.”

you add the latter as an afterthought. you don’t expect sukuna to react to that, so you continue to trail behind him into the courtyard. “tch,” you hear him scoff in annoyance. you’re sure he doesn’t mean any actual harm by that, so you don’t take it personally.

sukuna eventually sits down on the engawa, where the servants have placed the comfy zabuton cushions. there’s always one for you as well—right next to sukuna’s. it’s become a habit for the maids to include you in sukuna’s daily routines since you’re always with him.

you eye your own cushion, though don’t make an effort to actually sit down on it. sukuna stares ahead, not bothered to notice you at the moment. you look down at his lap, recalling just how perfectly you can fit on it.

you don’t waste any more time and plop down on his thick thighs, your back against his chest. sukuna’s brow twitches at the sudden contact. his bottom pair of eyes look down at you whilst the upper ones keep looking at the nature in front of you both.

“get off me,” the king of curses commands through a low tone. he doesn’t push you off, however. that alone should tell you enough; he’s tolerating your behaviour as per usual. or perhaps he secretly likes your proximity.

you shall never discover which of the two it actually is.

“nooooooo,” you exaggerate with a whine. you don’t want to. you wrap both of your arms around one of sukuna’s—clinging onto him like your life depends on it. he simply responds by sighing.

you know sukuna’s able to grab you by the collar and force you to sit down on the cushion beside him, but he doesn’t. your heart flutters every time sukuna shows some tolerance to your clingy behavior. it means that maybe—just maybe—he’s opening up to the idea of being more affectionate with you.

“such a fuckin’ brat,” sukuna simply puts one hand on your waist, the others supporting his weight on the engawa. he grumbles, but there are clear signs of him relaxing with you in his presence.

you chuckle at the realisation and swing your legs in excitement. sukuna unexpectedly bites your ear in response to your increased activity on his lap, “stay still or i’ll kick you off.”

you let out a small whimper as you feel his fangs gently sick into your earlobe. you jolt back and rub the skin with your hand, looking up at sukuna with a playful frown before teasing him back. you roll your eyes and answer him with a firm yet mocking, “sir yes, sir!”

sukuna clicks his tongue at your tease. you answer him like he’s some general in the military. that’s not the kind of relationship he has with you—it’s more than that. even though he knows you’re joking, he dislikes it when you call him anything other than ‘my lord’, ‘my king’, or just his name.

he finds great satisfaction in the way you refer to him as such. you’re the only one who can make sukuna grin each time you remind him of his status and the power he has over you.

the power dynamic; it’s addictive.

he needs more of it.

sukuna reaches out to grab your face with one hand, but you’re quick to pull your head back the moment you see that intimidatingly big hand coming down onto your vision. you clear your throat and apologise, “i mean—yes, my lord.”

the king of curses hums in content. that title is exactly what he had been looking for. he retracts his hand and settles it back down on your waist, patting your sides twice to show his satisfaction with your obedience.

you stop squirming around in his lap and simply lay back down in his arms. you close your eyes and nearly fall asleep because of the comfortable atmosphere. the slight breeze against your face is relaxing and perfectly compliments the warmth from sukuna’s body.

what a perfect way to spend your day.

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw

You have an important document from your work that needs to be fixed now, but your poor boyfriend König already got worked up the moment you leant down to retrieve your book from a lower shelf moments ago, your ass in full display to him, so you compromise when he look at you with that heavy cock hanging between his thighs, “liebling, please, I won’t interrupt you doing your work.” he says while pulling you onto his lap, your core rest just against his growing erection. How can you say no when he pleads so nicely?

Your arms wrapped around his neck, typing on your phone and dealing with the job, while König humping like a dog in heat against your clothed pussy, groaning and growling just beside your ear as he prods his tip repeatedly at your clit, still cheekily trying to let you lose control and finish whatever you’re doing now. But he needs to be a good boy, he already promised you he’ll hold back until you have time, so he settles with grinding his cock along your pussy for now.

You hum in approval, sparing a glance at him and his dick when he slide it between your pussy lips, your panties’ already a mess after he pulled down the hem of your panties and pumped a load inside, clinging onto your skin and showing the curve of your mound.

“I can’t wait anymore, Süße…bitte bitte…” A grin decorates your lips as you see his face, all flush with the desire burning in his body, can’t even think straight and talk coherently, because sweetie, he just wants to sink his cock inside your drenched cunt and fuck you so good, overwhelm you in pleasure so you can forget about your job.

So you finally set down your phone. Actually, you already finished correcting the mistakes in your documents minutes ago, but the sight of him blabbering and moaning, like all he wants in this world is you and your pussy, is just too entertaining.

“Oh…oh my god…” Your teasing words don’t even have a chance to make their way out of your lips, the moment you put away the phone, he already stands up and flip you onto the mattress, slamming his cock inside you in one swift move, legs pressed back to your breast for mating press, pounding into you with the full force of his hips that you’re practically screaming his name in ecstasy.

Just don’t let him discover that you pretend to be occupied by work for a few more minutes, just to see him eagerly rolling his hips against your slick folds, unless you want to walk side to side the next day, from how he teach you a lesson with his weapon that he calls his cock.