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the one
summary: y/n runs into the last person she ever expected to see in the last place she ever expected to see him, bringing old feelings & hurt to the surface. based on the prompt: childhood friends to lovers
warnings: light angst, made up town, CHEESY writing, smut thatâs more making love than fucking
wordcount: 4.7k
a/n: hi guys đ long time no see!!! GO EASY on me im rusty!!!
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The heavy wooden door creaked as it swung shut behind you, sealing out the bitter November wind with a low groan. Inside, the warm glow of amber lights bathed the room, casting long shadows over the oak bar and a few worn leather stools scattered around it. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and a faint hint of wood smoke. A couple of locals sat quietly at a table near the back, their low voices blending with the soft hum of an old jukebox playing a slow, bluesy tune.
âThank God,â you muttered, the dayâs tension melting from your face as the warm air settled around you. You let your head roll back, savoring the first reprieve from the cold. The chill that had reddened your cheeks and numbed your fingers slowly eased, the warmth brushing over your skin.
Winter was settling into Windermere, and youâd never gotten used to it. Your parents found a strange charm in the grey skies and biting winds, bundling up and going about their routines. But for you, it felt suffocating. Each year, November swept in like an unwelcome guest, forcing the town to become even smaller, with people huddled indoors, glancing suspiciously at anyone passing by.
The town seemed cloaked in silence, broken only by the crackle of fires and the crunch of frozen leaves underfoot. It was a season that left no room for secrets, not when every movement was magnified in the stillness. With everyone tucked away, the chances of slipping by unnoticed were slim, forcing your teenage rebellion to thrive in only the rarest pockets of solitude, under the cover of long, dark nights.
âPlease, just something hot,â you said, voice weary as you rubbed your hands together, trying to coax warmth back into them.
The bartender eyed you for a moment, one eyebrow raised in amusement as he planted his hands on the bar.
âDidnât think Iâd be seeing you,â he mused, reaching down to grab another glass.
Your head snapped up so quickly that your neck clicked, and you rubbed the sore spot as a frown knit your brow. Youâd recognize that voice anywhere. He was older, scruffier, and somehow more devastatingly handsome than the last time youâd seen him. You blinked a few times, half-expecting him to be some kind of apparition conjured by the cold. But he was real. Your Harry was really standing in front of you, in the last place youâd ever thought youâd find him.
âI didnât- I tried to find you,â you stammered, your voice catching as your gaze drifted over him.
He was taller now, his once-wild curls a little more tamed. Those same green eyes that seemed to cut straight through into your soul. His sweater clung just enough to his arms to hint at the strength beneath, and tattoos traced up both arms in intricate, dark patterns, curling from his wrists to disappear under the fabric, each one telling a story of the years he'd spent without you.
The decade youâd missed was written across him in lines and ink, yet somehow, seeing him now made you feel like that eighteen-year-old again, waiting for her best friend to realize he loved her too.
âIf youâd looked hard enough, you would have,â Harry muttered, his eyes trailing over your face, taking in the flush of cold still lingering on your cheeks. Your lips pressed into a tight line as you dropped your gaze to the worn wood of the bar. You couldnât tell him that you hadnât found him because you hadnât wanted to.
He was a reminder of a version of yourself youâd left behind - a girl who thought she had to earn love instead of knowing she deserved it.
He stood there, still holding the empty glass, his gaze traveling over every inch of you he could see. His eyes lingered on your hands for a moment, his expression hardening before he turned away.
Even through his sweater, you could see his back muscles tense, a reminder of just how much had changed. The unmistakable clink of ice hitting glass sent an involuntary chill down your spine, though you blamed it on the cold draft from the door. But deep down, you knew it was Harryâs presence that stirred something old and haunting within you.
He turned back to you after a few minutes, setting a mug of hot cocoa down in front of you. His hand was steady, but there was an unmistakable tension in his shoulders as he slid the glass toward you.
"Exactly how we used to have it. On the house," he said, voice low, eyes flicking briefly to meet yours before returning to a spot just over your shoulder. You hesitated, your fingers wrapping around the glass, the warmth dancing across your skin.
âChrist. Thanks,â you murmured, taking a sip. The burn of whiskey flooded your throat, a welcome contrast to the chill that had settled deep in your bones.
He still didnât say anything, didnât ask what youâd been doing all these years. Didnât ask why youâd come back. There was a time when you were sure heâd have asked, a time when he would have read every expression, every flicker in your eyes as easily as a page in a book. But now, the silence stretched between you, thick and heavy, woven from years of things left unsaid.
"Heard you were getting married,â Harry said finally, his voice barely more than a whisper, as if he wasnât sure he wanted you to hear. The words were hesitant, almost vulnerable, but his eyes had a guarded edge, as if they were holding back an ocean of questions. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, almost as if to steady himself.
âNot anymore,â you told him with a soft shake of your head, your voice barely carrying over the soft hum of the jukebox. You couldnât help the way your eyes drifted over him, noting the subtle lines at the corners of his eyes, the quiet weight he seemed to carry now, like shadows that hadnât been there before. He was still Harry - but this version of him was one you didnât know. Or maybe it was you who didnât know herself anymore.
âSorry.â
âI didnât know you stayed here, Harry.â
It was true. You didnât know anything about him. Youâd never asked your parents, though they would definitely be privy to what was going on in his life. They knew that whatever had or hadnât happened between the two of you had contributed to the way you left, so they had made no attempt to keep you updated.
âI didnât. Came back for my grandmaâs funeral and the pub was about to be sold to a chain but no one could afford to take it on. So I did,â he shrugged, his eyes dropping to his feet as he spoke.
You sat back a little, memories of afternoons spent at this very pub flooding your mind. Trying to sneak notes out of the tip jar, Harry coercing his grandma to pass you both shots. âShe loved it here,â you whispered, a soft smile on your lips as you traced a finger along the bar. âI had no idea she passed Harry. Iâm so sorry.â
âForty years of her life behind this bar,â Harry nodded solemnly, his jaw tense. âI couldnât let it go.â
There was a glimmer of the Harry you knew when he said that. It was the part of him that first drew you in. He was cheeky, stubborn, but his loyalty to his family was unmatched. Beneath the external rebellion, he was sentimental and kind, the first to fiercely defend any of his loved ones, the last to leave one behind.
You had no idea how youâd ended up so disconnected from him. Youâd only spent five minutes in his presence, but it felt like the first five minutes youâd ever spent with him.
For a few moments, neither of you spoke. The silence was loaded, more meaningful than any small talk you could have tried to fill it with. It felt as though one wrong word would break whatever fragile truce had settled between you.
Finally, Harry sighed, leaning his forearms against the bar, hands fidgeting with a bottle cap, rolling it over and over between his fingers.
âYou left,â he said softly, as if the words themselves had been weighing him down. âAnd I waited, you know? For a while. I thought youâd come back. And then, when you didnâtâŠâ He trailed off, shaking his head.
There was a long pause, each word sinking heavily in the quiet room, reverberating through you. You felt a pang of guilt - maybe shame - at hearing his side of it laid bare, the rawness in his voice making it hard to breathe.
âI didnât know how to exist here,â you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt flimsy, inadequate, but they were all you had. âI needed to figure out how to do it on my own.â
âAnd did you?â he asked, something sharp and almost accusing in his tone.
You hesitated, because you werenât sure how to answer that. Had you? The years had passed, but you werenât sure youâd changed as much as you thought you would. Youâd found your independence, learned to stand on your own - but there was still a part of you that had never let him go, that had held onto the version of Harry youâd left behind.
âI donât know,â you said finally, the words tasting bitter. âI thought being back here would answer that for me.â
You turned away from him, your heart pounding as you glanced around the pub, taking it in. âItâs changed a lot in here,â you mumbled, never feeling less at home than you did in that moment.
âThe whole town has changed.â Harry shrugged, his jaw tense as his eyes followed yours.
The atmosphere had shifted when you turned back to face him, an unmistakable tension settling between you. Harryâs gaze was hard, guarded and defensive, like he was bracing himself against something.
âThatâs not a good reason to leave.â
âWhat?â
âThatâs not a good reason to leave,â he repeated, arms folding over his chest. âAre you staying?â
âFor now.â
âYou hurt a lot of people,â he continued, his tone harsh, bitterness dripping from each word.
âI spent my entire teenage years thinking about everyone else. Selfishness isnât a crime,â you shot back, pushing your empty mug towards him.
âItâs not. But that doesnât stop it hurting people.â
You narrowed your eyes, leaning your forearms against the bar. âPeople, or you?â
Harry looked past you at the last patrons filing out, circling around the bar to see them out and lock the door behind them. The silence was thick, stretching through the distance between you.
âPeople,â he answered finally, those green eyes not quite meeting yours. How had it gotten to a point where you openly lied to each other? A tiny part of you thought that if you ever crossed paths again, youâd fall into your old routine, Harry with the cheeky grin and bad ideas, you with the doe eyes and willingness to follow his every move.
âIâll get out of your hair,â you mumbled, pushing yourself off the stool.
âNo.â
âWhat?â
âNo.â Harry stalked back to the bar, a heavy hand slamming a bottle of whiskey down in front of you. âHave a drink with me, and tell me the truth. You owe me that much.â
You swallowed hard, your body tensing as he sat down next to you. âThe truth?â
âWhatever was so bad that you had to leave without even saying goodbye.â His eyes were dark as you looked up at him, his fingers drumming against the bar.
âItâs not even important anymore,â you sighed, feeling the lie settle heavy in your chest. You took a swig of the whiskey, shivering as the heat slipped down your throat, trying to steady yourself. But he was watching you too closely, reading you like an open book. Before you could react, he tugged the bottle from your hands, his chin dropping to his chest.
"Pull the other one," he said, voice low. "Whatever happened kept you away for a decade. Did someone hurt you?"
You almost laughed, bitter and tired. He was looking at you now, his gaze sharp and searching, like he was ready to drag the truth out of you no matter what it cost. But you were lost in your own head, your eyes tracing the tattoos winding down his forearms, lingering on the familiar lines and symbols. He was exactly the man you had always imagined heâd become - steady, solid, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. But you had never expected to see it like this, up close, with your own eyes.
You reached for the whiskey, snatching it back from him and knocking it back with a grimace. âIt was you, Harry.â The words slipped out before you could stop them, raw and unguarded. âFuck. I realized Iâd put my whole life on hold, waiting for you to notice me.â
He froze, his hand suspended in the air, and for a second, there was no sound but the creak of the barstool as he shifted, the slow tick of the clock on the wall. He scratched his head, his eyes falling shut as your words sank in. You could see him wrestling with it, with everything that had been left unsaid all these years.
âAnd running away was better than just telling me?â His voice was softer now, hurt creeping into the edges, and it made something twist painfully in your chest.
You shook your head, feeling a thousand things you could never say. âHow was I supposed to tell you? Hi, Harry, my good friend, I love you, and Iâm about to devote my life to you.â
âSomething like that,â he muttered, a faint, bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He ran a hand through his hair, shoulders slumping as he finally met your eyes. The silence stretched again, thick with years of missed chances and the weight of what couldâve been.
You both sat there, lost in the quiet. It felt fragile, this moment, like the whole world could split open with one wrong word.
âIt wasnât just that,â you muttered, watching your feet swinging under the stool. âI couldnât exist here anymore. It gets to a point where itâs suffocating.â
âBut you really couldnât just tell me?â
You met his gaze, feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks, your face hot with the blush that spread across your skin. His dark eyes held you, unblinking, and the weight of everything unspoken made your heart pound. He leaned forward, the faintest crease appearing between his brows, as if he was bracing himself for something heâd waited too long to hear. You tried to look away, tried to hide the vulnerability in your expression, but his gaze was unrelenting, drawing the words out of you.
âI donât wanna talk about it anymore,â you said, voice tight with restraint. You tried to keep your tone casual, but you could feel the way it trembled, betraying you.
âWhy?â he asked, leaning closer, his face serious. His jaw clenched, a flicker of frustration in his eyes that he tried to temper. It was like he already knew what you were going to say, yet he needed to hear it from you, needed confirmation for the ache that had been buried under years of silence.
You took a shaky breath, steeling yourself. âItâs embarrassing, H.â Your eyes darted away, unable to face the intensity of his gaze. âI changed my whole life because of a crush. I moved somewhere where no one knew me because I was scared of everyone here knowing me too well. I got engaged to the first man I properly loved, and he still didnât match up to you.â
Harryâs face softened, but he looked pained, his lips parting as though to speak. The vulnerability in his expression was raw, his shoulders stiffened with all the things he had wanted to say, to ask. But when he reached for you, you placed a hand over his, silencing him for a little while longer.
âI thought about you every day for ten years,â you said, feeling the words tear from your throat, your eyes bright with unspilled tears. âAnd now weâre just sitting here like strangers. Do you get that?â
He let out a bitter laugh, a rough, quiet sound that cut through the stillness. He leaned forward, elbows braced against the bar as if he needed the support to hold himself together. âDo I get it?â he repeated, his voice low and raw, his brows drawn in with years of buried pain. âIâve lived the same ten years as you, except I didnât get the privilege of knowing where the fuck you went or why.â
He looked down at your hand over his, and his fingers slowly closed around yours, his grip warm and strong. He was still, tension held tight in the curve of his shoulders, in the soft way his thumb brushed against the back of your hand, as if afraid the moment might slip away. He shifted closer, the space between you shrinking, and his other hand rose slowly to your face, cupping your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â you whispered, breath catching in your throat. You could feel your pulse quicken, every nerve alight with the nearness of him, with the intensity in his eyes, softening into something tender, something hesitant and aching.
âWhat I shouldâve done years ago,â he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned in, his eyes searching yours until the last second, like he was giving you a chance to pull away, to stop him. But you didnât. His lips met yours, hesitant and gentle, as though he were savoring every second, every taste. You could feel him melt into the kiss, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. The moment you kissed him back, he exhaled against you, letting go of some tightly held breath, and the kiss deepened, grew more urgent. His hands moved down to your waist, strong and steady, pulling you closer against him. You could feel the heat between you, the years of longing pouring into this single kiss.
When he finally pulled away, his breaths came rough and shallow. Without a word, he tugged his sweater over his head, baring his skin, the tattoos winding over his chest and arms like stories youâd never gotten to read. Your fingers traced along them, the tip of your nail gliding over the ink, and you could feel his pulse quicken under your touch.
He smiled faintly, but his expression grew serious again as he leaned down, brushing his lips along the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. His arms wrapped around you, his hands sliding down to your hips, lifting you up onto the bar with ease. You gasped softly, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist as he tugged your skirt up, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your heart race.
In that moment, you were no longer strangers. His face softened, his eyes warm and almost reverent as he looked at you, a quiet promise in his touch that maybe, finally, there was nothing left between you but the truth.
Harryâs mouth found your inner thigh, his teeth clamping down on the sensitive skin. âThatâs for leaving me behind,â he murmured, his breath warm against the sting. He moved to the other one, his teeth nipping at you for a second time. âAnd thatâs for making me wait a fucking decade.â
Your breath comes out in shallow moans, your hands planted on his shoulders. That damn butterfly tattoo, the one heâd always told you he would get, almost taking flight as he pants against you, his eyes darkened with lust.
He leaned in closer to your core as you widened your legs, his nose nudging against the wet spot on your panties.
âTen fucking years,â he repeated, his voice husky. He looked up at you with a plea in his eyes, waiting for you to allow or deny his next move.
âPlease,â you whispered, your hips bucking against him as he reached out, pulling your panties aside with a quick hand.
Your gaze landed on the window, the dim lights practically inviting passers-by to peep inside and catch you in the act. But when Harryâs mouth found your slick, you couldnât bring yourself to care, for the first time in your life - whether you became the town gossip or not.
His movements were rough and unrelenting, his fingers spreading you open as his tongue flicked against your clit, appreciative murmurs vibrating against your skin.
As if he could read your mind, his thumb took over the pressure on your clit, rubbing circles against the nerves as you writhed. His tongue licked at your slick with an intensity youâd never know before, his free hand slipping under your jumper to grip at the curve of your waist. Tingles spread from his touch, the lust taking over your body as pressure built in your core.
Without warning, Harry pulled away, pulling your legs around his waist as he stood up. A needy whine fell from your lips as your high dissipated, the soft skin of his abs rubbing against your entrance.
âYou made me wait. You canât handle it now?â he murmured, his lips warm against your neck, the whiskey still hot on his breath.
He took the stairs two at a time, the ancient wood creaking under his feet. You looked around the apartment as Harry weaved through the dark, brushing against tables and knocking over a stray glass, too focused to care. The room smelled faintly of him - whiskey, smoke, and that earthy, familiar scent you couldnât place. It was messy, cluttered with books and clothes, but your heart warmed with an odd sense of belonging the moment you crossed the threshold. Your clothes came off at some point during the journey, a trail of knits and underwear reminiscent of Hansel and Gretelâs, but one that would only lead you to the person you were before you knew how it felt to be fucked by Harry Styles.
He stumbled slightly, caught himself, and half-laughed, his hands steady on you as he dropped you onto the bed. You landed with a gentle bounce, your heart racing, heat building in your chest. You needed to pinch yourself in case it was all a sick dream. All those days of stolen glances and lingering touches that meant nothing and everything, all those years wondering where he was and what lucky woman hadnât run away from him.
For all those years, youâd told yourself he was stuck in your head because of the what ifs. What if you stayed, what if youâd forged a life together, what if you hadnât acted on hormone-driven impulses.
Harry was intense, magnetic in a way that made it impossible to look away, but the idea of actually being with him had always felt like a distant dream. And yet, there he was, breathing ragged and close, his weight settling beside you, hands resting on either side of your head as he held you in place with a gaze that felt as if it could unravel you.
âYou really want this, donât you?â he asked, voice low and edged with that same maddening confidence that had drawn you to him in the first place. His tone was challenging, almost taunting, but there was something vulnerable lurking in his eyes.
You took a breath, feeling a knot in your chest loosen as you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. âAlways have.â
His smirk softened for a moment, something unreadable flickering across his face, and you could sense the weight of all the things heâd never said hanging thick in the air. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, and this time, there was nothing held back - no restraint, no hesitation. Just an undeniable pull between you, finally given permission to break free.
âOne condition,â Harry rasped, leaning down to press kisses across your bare chest. âWhen you leave, you keep in contact this time.â
âI will, Harry. I swear. If I leave,â you grinned up at him, your nails scratching at the base of his head.
A low chuckle escaped his lips as he traced a path down to your collarbone, his breath warm against your skin. âIf?â he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of amusement and disbelief. He pulled back slightly, catching your gaze with a look that was both playful and deadly serious. âIâm not planning on giving you a reason to run.â
You felt the weight of his words, the lost time between you settling heavy in the air. He wasnât going to make it easy.
âI wonât this time, I promise,â you whispered, fingers tightening around his neck, pulling his lips to yours, praying your kiss would convey how deeply sure you were.
Harry looked at you for a long moment when he pulled away, studying your face as if trying to memorize every detail, as though he wasnât sure youâd really stay.
His eyes dropped to your tits as he reached down to stroke his cock, pulling his lower lip into his mouth as his thumb grazed over the wet slit.
You pawed at him impatiently, biting back the whimpers that threatened to spill out of you as he lined himself up at your entrance with one last look into your eyes.
You felt your life altering in front of you, your trajectory changing to what it couldâve been a decade before, fate pulling you and Harry back onto the same path, the one your shouldâve always been on.
But when he pushed himself into you, that familiar pressure tinged with pain, the feeling of being filled like his cock was the missing fucking piece - your mind was clear. You wrapped yourself around him, your body fighting to be as close to him as possible, your moans syncing to his thrusts.
âHarry,â you whimpered, mouth falling open as his free hand found your clit again, drawing your body back to how close it had been to climax.
âI know, baby girl. I know,â he rasped, his voice strained as he fucked into you, his thumb unrelenting as it worked at your bud, his strong body overpowering yours.
Your hips bucked into him, your legs starting to quiver around his waist as you writhed and jerked, your moans mixing with the deafening slaps of skin-on-skin contact.
âItâs mine, this is mine,â Harry growled, his possession tipping you over the edge. His. That was all youâd ever wanted to be.
Your orgasm came on strong, your body tingling and tensing from your head to your toes, your fingers clamping around his shoulders, your back arched into his chest.
Your walls were fluttering around him, your pussy desperate to milk him for all he had.
His thrusts grew sloppier, his control slipping as he stared down at you, committing the image of your high to memory, the first thing heâd want his mind to see when he woke, the last thing heâd see before sleeping. His hand slipped under you to the curve of your ass, angling your hips to allow him deeper, his cock hitting spaces you didnât even know you had.
âThis is just the warm up,â he grunted, pulling his cock from you at the last minute, his come spilling onto your chest, your lips curling into a smirk.
âI think thereâll be plenty more of that,â you whispered, pulling his lips back onto yours, barely unable to kiss him with the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
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short hurt/comfort blurb
summary: reader is taken as hostage, Red Hodd comes to save her (roughly I'll write a better summary later lol)
wc: 2k
warnings: fem!reader, pre-established relationship ,reader being kidnapped (duh) and drugged, one nasty comment from the intentionally vague bad guy, mentions of blood, lots of violence, guns, etc, etc. (not beta read as always, so ill fix typos tomorrow lol) and non sexual nudity !
a/n: lowkey hate how this turned out, but have this as I'm finishing an actual fic.
You were cold, you have been cold for a while now. You don't know how long it's been or why you were kidnapped to begin with. They've always kept you in the same dark room, there are no windows and no light except for the one that shines through the space between the door and the floor. Your hands were chained in front of you to the floor, and they left some fabric tied around your mouth to keep you from screaming. Not like you had any strength in you to even do anything but hope and pray Jason could find you soon. You discarded the theory of it being human trafficking after the first few hours since they never touched you. In fact, you hadn't even seen the face of your captors. You've only heard faint voices in the distance, just enough to identify their accent but not enough to decipher what they said.
Or that was until you heard an argument right outside the door. One man, who sounded older, was chastising the other. You hear the words "die" and "overdose", but it is hard to keep your focus. Your own thoughts feel slow, having come to the realization way too late that they'd probably drugged you, and that's why your body felt so heavy. Then the door opens, and you have to close your eyes because it feels like the light is burning them. You barely manage to move your head away when some hands grab your shoulders. They sit you on the floor and shake you, and you want to react, but your body's barely able to move on its own.
"Kid? You alive?" One of them asks, and when they get no answer, they resort to shaking you harder. When that doesn't work either, a heavy hand delivers a hard slap to your face.
To that you finally let out a pained grunt, and you blink slowly until you open your eyes. The younger one sighs in relief, and the older says something about their boss killing them if you were dead. That leads you to believe you were there for a reason, maybe they found out you technically work with Red Hood and they're using you to get to him. Or worse, they found out you were dating. Â
"That's it, stay awake" He lays you down on the floor again.
"What are we doing this for?" The younger one asks. He looks on edge, shaky with nerves. It may be his first time henching, or so you could guess.
"Dunno, boss told us to keep an eye on her until he needs her"
You're left again in the dark before you can even process what they looked like. And you're slightly grateful for it, at least your head didn't feel like exploding once they shut the door again. It feels like an eternity passes while you're still in that room. So you try to notice all the details you can, there's no traffic noise or any other type of noise for that matter. Once you get used to the dark, you also see the small puddle forming from the leak coming through the ceiling. Then you also try to remember how you got there, you were leaving... someplace, it's all fuzzy. But you do remember the hard blow to your head, and then waking up here.
You guess it must have been a couple of hours, that just felt longer to you, when you hear some commotion outside. Running, and clicking, probably from loading guns. The gunshots came later, and did not stop for long. The noise was incessant, along with yelling and words you couldn't make out. You weakly managed to curl up and cover your ears with your hands. And you stay tense in that position until you hear the creak of the door once more. You don't dare to move even when you hear the footsteps getting closer to you.
"Not a step closer" A man grabs your hair, pulling you up, and pressing the nuzzle of his gun to your temple. It feels hot against your skin, almost burning, so you could only assume it's been fired recently. You finally lay your eyes on Jason, or rather Red Hood, he's covered in blood, and you could swear his eyes were shining red under the hood and domino mask.
"Let her go" He's practically barking, you know he gets like this when he's scared. He starts attacking even when he's backed against a corner. You wouldn't notice, but he immediately recognized your lost gaze and weakened mobility. It was like seeing his mother all over again. And that, along with the red imprint across your face, made him even angrier.
"You sure she only works for you?" He taunts, and before Jason can do anything, he presses the gun harder into you as if daring him to try to make a move. "'cause if I had such a hot piece of ass on my payroll..."
You close your eyes tightly, tears falling from them. You're sure you hear Jason replying, telling him off, but you're too scared to pay attention to anything but the metal on your skin. That is until he uses it to push down the fabric against your mouth, he probably asked you something you didn't listen to.
He laughs, and adds: "Maybe my guys gave her a little too much to keep her calm"
Jason is about to explode with anger, the way he talks about you, and what he's done to you. The way he so easily messed with his people, his territory, and with his partner out of everyone. He'll make sure to make an example out of him for anyone who decides to mess with him in the future. So when the man pulls the trigger, only for a click to come out of his weapon, you let out a sigh in relief. And Jason charges at the guy, dragging him away from you and out of the room to deliver the beat down of his life. Hitting as hard as he could until he made sure the guy would stop breathing, and making it as painful as possible. Then, for good measure, he empties what's left of his magazine on his head and multiple parts of his body. The body's beaten beyond recognition, and now he's got even more blood splattered over him. But him, and everyone who works for him, were now dead, so at least you could rest assured no one could harm you and go unpunished.
He goes back, only to find you curled up once more, and holding your head. You flinch when his hand touches you, but he tries not to take it personally, he reminds you it's him and that you're okay as he unties the black bandanna pulled down on your neck. He removes the muzzle from his face and pulls down the hood when you raise your head to look at him, giving you a reassuring nod.
"Get me out of here" You beg, pulling on your chains. He nods, picking the lock as quick as he can. You cling to him once you're freed, and he notices how despite your effort, your grip is weak. Even when you pull on his clothes to get him close enough to kiss him.
He freezes for a second before tightly holding the back of your head with one hand, the other resting on your back to support you. He shouldn't, he should stop you and tell you to do this when you're in the right head space so he wouldn't feel as if he was taking advantage of you. But being so close to losing you, he can't find the will to tell you no. And he melts into your lips, red smearing both of you now. Violence is rewarded with affection, that's a first for him. You don't seem to care about what he's done to get to you, all that matters is that he did, and now you're with him.
"I'll take you to the ER" He runs his hand up and down your back to soothe you, but you start sobbing into his blood-soaked clothes anyways.
"No, no, please," you shake your head "I just wanna go home"
He agrees with just a nod, picking you up as he tries to shield you from seeing the bloodbath he left on his way to you. If anyone knew how to take care of a person in your state, it'd be him. The gruesome scene and trail of bodies were bound to get him in deep family trouble, but he couldn't seem to care about it. Not when it assured your safety. Once he's made sure you're holding tightly and buckled your helmet right, he speeds to his nearest safe house. Regretting getting there in his bike instead of a car, even if it allowed him to get there faster.
"I know you said home, but I can't risk anyone following-" He rambled while taking off your helmet.
"I get it" You cut him off, trying your best to smile and not look like you were about to throw up.
He's quiet leading you up to the apartment, it's an old building and it looks more or less abandoned. That's probably why he picked it, no nosy neighbors. The place is on the first floor, luckily since it had no elevator. Even though he still carried you up the stairs, and only set you down when you were in the bathroom.
"Right, I'll wait outside " His eyes avoid you as he leaves some clean towels near the shower.
"Wait,"Your voice is meek, almost scared. You stop him from leaving by hooking a finger on one of his belt loops  "stay with me, what if I pass out?"
He nods, helping you pull up your shirt. You look up at him, not uttering a word but willing him to take the mask off. Luckily, he understands your staring and does so, leaving it on the floor next to your discarded clothes. Then he kneels in front of you, pulling your pants down, and you hold onto his shoulders as you step out of them. You mouth a quiet thank you when he looks up to you, right before he leaves a soft kiss on your hip and then on your stomach. His grip on your waist feels desperate, clinging not to let you go ever again.
"I'm okay," You reassure, but when his eyes meet yours again, they're brimmed with tears. You untie the bandages around his forearms, guiding him to take his clothes off too.
Jason's trying really hard not to cry right now, and you know it so when you walk in the the shower you turn your back to him to give him some space. But don't fail to notice how the water running down the drain turns red when he kisses the top of your head and stays close to you. He does a great job of gently cleaning you up, and so do you, washing the blood off him once you do turn around. You don't say anything about it or the bruised knuckles or any other bruise for that matter. He's thankful for that, thankful he didn't lose you or that you haven't opposed his methods. You stay under the warm water for a little longer after you're done, holding on to him and breathing slowly as his hand soothes you by tracing circles on your back.
"Jay?" You look up to him.
"Hm?"
"It's not your fault"
"I know," He replies, and you immediately think liar, you do think it's your fault. But don't have the will to argue with him, yet, so you settle for leaving a kiss on his bicep. "You wanna go to bed now?"
"You'll lay down with me?" He hums in response, closing the faucet behind you.He wraps you in a surprisingly soft and warm towel, then helps you dry off and put on some of the spare clothes he kept there. For the rest of the night, he'd watch you until you get down from whatever they gave you, make sure you don't stop breathing or choke on your own vomit. He'd worry and insist on breaking up tomorrow when you feel better and have the strength to argue and call him an idiot for it, when you are able to think better than him and insist you'd always be safer with him rather than without him.
#short blurb->is 2k words long#jason todd x reader#w: jason#jason todd x reader fluff#red hood x reader
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staring at you. l Frankie âCatfishâ Morales
Summary:Â he saw her in a bar and then everything changed
Warnings:Â fluff, slow burn, two people are looking for each other
A/N: I've had this idea in my head for a few days now. I hope for a few chapters. I don't know if anyone will read this... if that's you, good luck.
your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. đ€ sorry for all the mistakes
chapter 1.
The first time he saw her was at the bar where he was with Benny and Will. It was a nice Friday night. The place was full of people having fun, pleasant music mixed with the buzz of conversation and laughter, and Frankie was sitting at the bar slowly finishing his second beer.
The feeling that he was being watched didnât leave him, so he raised his eyes and looked around. At first he thought that Will might be looking for him in the crowd, although he had clearly told him where he would be.Â
And then, on the other side of the bar, he saw gentle eyes staring at him. For a moment he thought that she must have mistaken him for someone else. But when their eyes met, she smiled, and Frankie felt a pleasant tickle in his heart.
She raised her drink as if she was making a silent toast, and he did the same, without taking their eyes off each other, they finished their drinks.
The decision was quick, but not quick enough. The urge to approach her was overwhelming, but when he finally lifted his ass off the bar stool, another woman approached her, whispered something in her ear, and she quickly stood up.
One last look, and she disappeared into the crowd of people.
The second time he saw her was a few days later, in a local store. And this time, the universe wasnât on Frankie's side.Â
His brain quickly registered a familiar face. After all, he had spent most of his last days thinking about this lovely stranger.Â
He completely ignored Benny, who wanted to buy a beer for Saturday's match, and, leaving him the cart, he set off after his target.
His eyes were devouring her figure, and the girl must have sensed that someone was staring at her. She turned around and spotted him almost immediately. A beautiful and sincere smile appeared on her face, as if she had seen a long-lost friend.
Frankie smiled too. He moved towards her, bypassing a family with small children and an old couple arguing over laundry detergent. But this time he failed too.
The girl answered the phone, grabbed her shopping and quickly headed for the exit. Before she was out of sight she turned around and found his gaze. Frankie saw a sad smile on her face, her lips moving in a silent "I'm sorry."
And she disappeared again.
After a week he spotted her in the city, but before he could react the traffic lights at the intersection changed color and the driver behind him started honking, urging him to move.
"Fuck!" he hissed, slamming his hand on the steering wheel.
It wasn't even a game of cat and mouse. It was more like catching smoke and Frankie found himself looking for her among other people almost all the time. To no avail.
"Does she even exist?" Benny asked when he finally told him about her.
"Of course she does!" Frankie mumbled, scratching his head and pulling his baseball cap back on. "I don't even know her name, but I can't stop thinking about her."
He didn't know her name. He knew nothing about her. All he had was a few exchanged glances, a few smiles. It was next to nothing, but it seemed to Frankie that that should be enough to find her. Right?
And then fate dealt him a good card for a moment. Or maybe he himself contributed to it. He took the same chair again in the same bar. Now alert. His gaze wandered over the faces of the guests and each time he straightened up when the door opened. The first hour passed, and then the second. When doubt slowly started to creep over his skin, that's when he saw her.
She must have entered when he blinked, because Frankie couldn't find any other explanation for it. She was talking to some girl, but her eyes wandered around the place as if she was looking for someone. Him?
Now Frankie didn't wait anymore, didn't hesitate. He immediately headed towards her, afraid that she would slip away from him again. She noticed him the moment she caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye, and her face lit up.
"Hi." was all he could manage.
"Hi." she replied, her voice sounding beautiful in his ears. "We should stop meeting like this."
"Yeah, a bit stressful." he laughed quietly.
He felt as if her eyes were devouring him and heat seeped into the back of his neck. No one had ever looked at him like that, it was even a little embarrassing.
Frankie wanted to say something, make a joke or ask if he could buy her a drink, but then a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.
In a second her hand was on the back of his neck as she pulled him closer. Her lips met his in a soft and sweet kiss. A few seconds during which his heart almost stopped beating.
When she pulled away from him she was still smiling.
"I had to, I'm sorry." she said.
"Jesus, don't apologize." he rasped in surprise. "I mean... Weâve already done this in my head." God! He would do anything for that smile. "Maybe I can buy you a drink?"
"I can't. I should probably go now..."
Something in her eyes changed, some small detail that Frankie noticed right away. He quickly pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket.
"Will you give me your number?"
She hesitated for a split second, but took his phone anyway.
"Just please don't give me the number of a mechanic or something." he snorted, and she shook her head. "Your real number?"
"Check."
She handed him the phone and Frankie dialed the number she had entered. A soft ring sounded in her purse. They both laughed.
"I'm Frankie, and you are?"
She gave him her name, and he repeated it quietly. It was a nice feeling, finally being able to name the being who had been living rent-free in his head for a long time.
He opened his mouth to say something when the phone in her purse rang again.
"Not me now," he joked, but she lifted her hand slightly and reached for her phone.
She was visibly worried as she read the message, and then looked around for her friend.
"I'll have to go now, Frankie." she said as she nodded to her friend âI wish I could stay longer, really.â
He could tell in her voice that she really meant it. He felt strangely sorry for her, he didn't know why.
"Maybe we could meet up?" he suggested.
"Will you text me?" she asked.
"Sure. If that's what you want..."
"Yes, please."
She squeezed his hand gently, smiled, and left.
ââââ
Thank you for your time.
#frankie catfish morales#frankie morales#pedro pascal#frankie morales x reader#triple frontier#joel miller
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Candlelit Dinner
Thank you @wolfbeestudio for the commission for dive computer! >u< Enjoy a short and sweet romantic fluff for you :>
(FS!Sans x GN!Reader)
You make the best of your anniversary night with your busy skeleton partner.
âââââ
You were cooking when your ever so busy boyfriend came home.
âHow was the meeting?â
Sans sighed at the door, dressed to the nines in his royal guard outfit, carrying his work bag and a nondescript paper bag.
âOH, IT WAS NOTHING INTERESTING DARLING. JUST MORE POLICY MAKING WITH THE HUMANS. I KNOW THERE WERE REPORTERS AND WE WOULD MAKE A BRIEF TV APPEARANCE, BUT I DONâT UNDERSTAND WHY WE NEEDED TO BE IN CEREMONIAL GUARD GARB. ALPHYS CERTAINLY DIDNâT ENJOY IT- BUT WHO AM I TO COMPLAIN WHEN I GET TO DRESS TO OVERKILL?â
You take one look at the well-dressed skeleton and suppress what wouldâve been an embarrassing high-pitched sound. You clear your throat.
âY-yeah, youâve always looked your best in that thing,â
âTHIS OUTFIT⊠âDOING THINGS TO YOUâ IS CERTAINLY A WELCOME ADDITION,â Sans teases, bounding towards you.
Gloved claws slowly close around your shoulder, and you try your best not to show the blush on your face- though you end up failing when the ever so romantic skeleton slow kisses you on the jaw from behind. Even worse, you shudder involuntarily, and the man has the gall to chuckle against your neck.
âGood Evening Darling. Whatâre You Cooking?â
You try to hide your fluster with a giggle and you try to joke, âC-canât you see what Iâm making? Steak.â
âHOW EXQUISITE. IT SMELLS DIVINE. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE SAUCE?â
âJust trying a new recipe. Iâll tell you the secrets later,â
âKEEPING SECRETS FROM ME? I SUPPOSE WAITING IS A SHORT PRICE TO PAY,â he bluffs sighing in disappointment. âFAR IT BE FROM ME TO REFUSE SUCH A DELICIOUS MEAL, BUT I MUST ASK⊠ON WHAT OCCASION ARE YOU COOKING STEAK?â
Normally, you would blow a raspberry and say do I need a reason to want steak? But youâre caught off guard for a moment- did he really forget? Sans never forgets important dates.
âWait, really?â You turn to him, âitâs⊠our anniversary.â
âIS THAT SO? I THOUGHT YOU HAD FORGOTTEN. YOU DIDNâT MAKE A SPECIAL BREAKFAST FOR ME THIS MORNING.â
Oh. Of course he remembered.
âWhat!! You left at six in the morning! Also thatâs why Iâm making us steak right now!â You gesture wildly at your cooking, though youâre laughing as youâre pretending to be angry.
Sans laughs along with you. âIâM ONLY TEASING YOU DARLING. I DO HAVE TO APOLOGIZE THAT I COULDNâT RESERVE THE DAY FOR JUST THE TWO OF US. UNFORTUNATELY A âLOVERâS ANNIVERSARYâ ISNâT A REASON I CAN USE TO ESCAPE MONSTER-HUMAN MEETINGS.â
âYou should complain to Toriel!â You suggested, âbesides, weâre a monster-human couple, weâre already representing monster-human relationships. Wouldnât that be enough?â
âAND HAVE MY SKULL REMOVED FROM MY SPINE? NO THANK YOU. NOT TO WORRY HOWEVER, I AM NOW HERE TO AID IN YOUR COOKING.â
âWh- are you saying my cookingâs bad?â
âGOOD HEAVENS, WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR HUMAN? AFTER I JUST COMPLIMENTED THE SMELL TOO. CANâT A LOVING PARTNER HELP YOU IN MAKING THE FRIES?â
You pressed your lips together. âOh. Um. Yeah, fries sound goodâŠâ
*****
Cooking with Sans was always nice. He liked to do it alone (a few times Papyrus tried to âcontributeâ with his condiments got him yelled out of the kitchen), but you seem to be the exception. Eventually, you have two plates of steak, fries, and assortment of vegetables. The glaze you found online had been a success, and it made you feel like a five-star chef.
You pick up your plate and move towards the dining table, but Sans puts his hand on your shoulder.
âI HAVE A BETTER LOCATION IN MIND.â he smirks.
âOh yeah? Where, the couch?â You tease, but Sans just shakes his head, handing you your jacket.
âTAKE THIS WITH YOU,â
âMy jacket? But wh-â
In a blink, youâre no longer in the kitchen. You were on top of a building you donât recognize with beautiful twirly railings. The full moon is high in the sky, looking down on the both of you.
âWhere are-?â
The culprit chuckles, taking your plate away from your frozen hands and places them on a table decorated with a cloth. With a wave of his hand a flame appears on a candle. Seating for two, he pulls out a chair for you.
âSansâŠâ you say with awe, walking over to your chair like you were dreaming. âHow did youâŠ?â
âI HAD TIME AFTER OUR MEETING. THIS WAS ONE OF THE BEST PLACES TO SEE THE NIGHT SKY IN THE CITY WITHOUT IT BEING SOME OVERCROWDED CASH-GRAB AREA. I MAY NOT HAVE RESERVED THE DAY FOR US, BUT I CAN CERTAINLY RESERVE THE NIGHT.â
He takes the nondescript bag from earlier and pulls out⊠a wine bottle. Cabernet Sauvignon, to be exact.
âOh Sans⊠this is lovely,â
He responds by pulling the cork off, pouring you the perfect amount for swirling.
âAM I A WONDERFUL PARTNER OR NOT?â He raises his brow at you as he pours himself a glass.
âYes, yes you are.â you roll your eyes at him, affectionately.
âAND OF COURSE YOUR COOKING IS WONDERFUL. I WAS GOING TO COOK SOMETHING MYSELF- BUT IT TURNED OUT YOU WERE ALREADY ON IT. YOU ARE MY PERFECT PARTNER, (Y/N). I LOVE YOU,â
You blush as he takes your hand in both of his and brings it to his mouth, covering your mouth while your cheeks turn red. âI love you too, Sans.â
He kisses your knuckles.
âHAPPY ANNIVERSARY, DARLING.â
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Luna is entranced by my toy collection
#ramblings#she keeps staring at it like it's the most beautiful thing ever#she's staring at it still as i'm typing this#even like slow blinked at it a couple times like#girl what#she's never done that before it's so weird#maybe she's just looking at the light filtering through my blinds idk but still#ignore the shit on my desk dw abt it
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aughhhh. aughhhhhjhhhh
#everhoneignore this post classic rant post i don't have real problems everyone can move along#truly have had such a bad couple of days here and i am not even close to finishing the assignments i need to finish in welding being in#clsss makes me want to quit and die i don't know why i'm so slow i don't know why everyone else can intuit this stuff and improve and#understand how to do it and im always always falling behind if i could try harder wouldn't i be able to do that ive got no drive to push#myself at all i guess i like the english and i can do the physics i thought i at least liked drafting and metals fabrication but i feel so#stupid everything i do makes me feel so stupid and my teacher talks to me like i'm always doing everything wrong when i do some classroom#ettiquette breaches that everyone else does too and i can't get myself to go to sleep on time can't get myself to go in early i have hours#and hours and hours and i blink and it's gone and i've done nothing i should've welded today and gone in early to draft but i didn't because#im stupid and im slow and i can't do anything right i have always been able to square away a little bit of pride on being precise on doing#things well because people are always telling me that i am but i am below average here i just can't do things right and i feel like everyone#hates me and thinks i'm obnoxious and i don't know how to interface with my class or my teacher or how to improve or how to be less anxious#and i feel even stupider for that because i am so stuck up not being able to deal with even a little bit of failure or issue or hardship#and everyone around me is sick all my classmates and people in my dorm are sick im sure it's covid they haven't said it's covid but none of#them would test and i've been wearing a mask again but im certainly been exposed to it already and no one else is wearing a mask anyway so#what difference does it even make and i can hear them coughing in my dorm and in the classroom and when i go to get food and i miss seeing#my friends from philly and everuthing will be terrible forever and ever#alex talks
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Drop the towel wrapped around you and appear naked in front of your Genshin husband
In a nutshell: That old tiktok challenge/prank. In your private, shared home of course.
Warnings: My perpetual warning as a writing mother is that I am sleep deprived. Very VERY sleep deprived. SUGGESTIVE: BORDERING ON NOT SAFE FOR WORK, written on a 10 minute timer please be gentle
Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, implied fem!reader
Personal Favourites: Tighnari
Aether
chokes on nothing
"Y-Y-Y/N?! What're you doing?"
Comes up to you and tries to cover you up with the towel again, as if it was a sin to look at you naked in broad daylight.
Full on blush on his face and respectfully tries to look away.
"Don't surprise me like that!"
Seems not to like it but actually likes it too much to the point of getting embarrassed for himself.
Yes he's your husband but is still a precious respectful man
Albedo
Blinks a couple of times but appreciates your beauty and gives your body a slow once over. Chuckles in amusement afterwards.
"Is there a reason for this?"
Just to get his reaction, you admit.
"Well..." starts walking towards you. "I do have higher self-control than most others... but let it be known that I'm far from immune to my..."
Stops in front of you and yet again seems to eat you up with his eyes. "...needs," ends with a suspiciously sweet smile.
Alhaitham
Can't help but be a bit surprised and you can see it by the way his eyebrows go up as soon as the towel hits the floor.
Opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, as if hesitating, which is really strange for someone like him.
"...Is this the part where I sweep you off your feet and carry you to our room?" there's a bit of amusement in his tone. Stands to walk over to you.
Places a hand on your waist.
"Cause I can guarantee you that we DON'T need to be in our bedroom for things to happen...but you knew that already, right?"
Ayato
Quirks his eyebrows up, amused smile appearing on his face.
"I must say, this is a lovely surprise,"
Traces your figure with his eyes. Then approaches you to hold your waist and dip in to kiss your neck softly.
"How could I ever resist, my love, when you're standing in front of me in all your magnificence?"
Takes the longest time just admiring and basking in your beauty, tracing every little part of your skin.
Baizhu
Lets pretend the snake ain't here okay?
Does a double take.
"Y/N, first off, you'll get a cold,"
Pushes his spectacles up and gives you a once over.
"Second, you'll give me a heart attack,"
Beckons you over gently with his hand. "Come over, I suppose it's been a while since...I've done a full body check,"
Hides a grin.
Cyno
Blankly looks at you and is still processing what is happening
"Y/N? Is this... Did I do something?"
Is so suspicious that this was some kind of trap.
You tell him its simply to get a reaction out of him.
Immediately shoots out of his seat and catches your wrist.
"Then...Is it my turn to get one out of you? There's several ways to do that...and I know your favourite ones,"
Diluc
Eyes follow the towel down to the floor and head snaps back up to blink at the sight in front of him. Recovers quickly.
Chuckles as he stands and walks over. Picks up the towel and drapes it around your shoulders. "Only because it's quite chilly tonight,"
but still ends up inching the towel off your shoulder, tracing your collarbone. "Although, as your husband, I suppose it IS my job to keep you warm... So how would you like it today, love?"
Itto
"WHOA!" by instinct covers his eyes with his hands but his fingers are actually splayed apart so he can totally see through the gaps
Feels himself getting aroused
I mean the guy gets turned on even just at the sight of your neck
Suddenly stands and walks over to you, easily hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and makes a beeline to your shared room.
"You're asking for it Y/N!"
Kaeya
"Oho?"
Sits back and relaxes, he doesn't really know what he was expecting. Some type of show maybe. "What's this? Finally giving me that lap dance you owe me, snowflake?"
Laughs but you're incredibly flustered at the suggestion.
Beckons you over and grabs you by the waist to sit on his lap.
"Feel that?" he whispers in your ear.
Oh you feel it alright, pressing at your upper thigh.
"Now whose fault is that? You'll have to do something about it now, love,"
Kaveh
"Archons!"
Looks away with a blush on his cheeks.
"Put something on!"
Yes he's seen you naked before, you're married, but the guy's always flustered in unexpected events.
You provoke him further by coming over, sitting sideways on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Y/N!" He looks down at you and can't help but look at your nakedness in full and close view.
Gulps but starts to feel his body heat up, his hands suddenly, assertively planting themselves on your waist as he meets your eyes. "I don't care what you say about yourself, but know that you're the only one who takes me from 0 to a 100 in a second,"
Kazuha
"Y/N?" Chuckles nervously and takes in the sight of your body.
Smiles at you and takes your hand to kiss the back of it.
"I've seen you countless of times... Each time, I'm reminded by how fortunate I am that you chose me to take care of you,"
Caresses your cheek all the way down to your jawline. "You're beautiful, Y/N,"
He has the most tender and gentle look on his face, but its mixed with a passion that you've never seen on anyone before. "Let me show you how much I love you, dear,"
Neuvillette
Eyebrows twitches upwards in surprise. Has no clue what to do in this new situation.
He doesn't say anything but is most definitely enjoying the view of your body. You see his jaw tense up, as if he's clenching his teeth.
"Ahem," he starts. Then seems to have the most trouble prying his eyes away to meet your gaze. "Is this...perhaps another way to tell me... that you would like some attention?"
You say not really and just wanted to see how he would react.
"Ah," he lets out, as if understanding and as if the conversation has ended.
A moment of silence passes and you're starting to wonder if that was all he was going to do. But he then stands and places a gentle hand on your bare waist. "...So you're simply doing it, as people would say, 'for fun'?"
He asks, and you say yes innocently. He smiles a bit and has another hand cupping your face and thumbing your lips. "I see," breathes out slowly.
"Unfortunately, for your actions, the Iudex feels that a punishment is in order,"
Scaramouche
Raises one eyebrow as if he's bored. Then smirks.
"If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask," pulls you by the waist and makes you straddle him "But this is good too,"
Hands actually start to grope you up and down. Will fondle and squeeze in private places immediately.
"What? Startin' to feel good? S'what you get when you play games with me,"
will smack your butt the first chance he gets
Tartaglia
Immediately jumps up and in an automatic daze, eyes glued to his favourite parts, trudges towards you and attempts to bury himself in softness.
You quickly stop him and in turn HE quickly stops you. Hands easily bunching your wrists up together and angling them upwards above your head.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he grins down at you. "Someone's being naughty,"
You complain that he reacts too fast.
Laughs, but his hand starts to unbuckle his pants and there's a dark look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm just being naughty back. When you want something, Y/N, believe it when I say I'll GIVE it to you,"
Tighnari
ear twitches. Tail swishes back and forth. Does not show any expression except slight curiosity.
"What's the occasion?"
You tell him that you just wanted to see his reaction.
He hums and nods slowly, like processing some type of complicated information.
"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute,"
You ask him where he's going and you're a bit upset at the lack of response from him.
He chuckles and returns to you, tail angling upwards in an attempt to wrap and brush against your waist. Takes your hand, presses your wrist against his lips and seems to take a slow breath in.
"I'm merely clearing off my schedule for today. Now, be patient, I'll be back,"
Wriothesley
Almost spits out his drink but gulps it all down instead.
Eyes widen a fraction at the sudden act but his hand is already loosening his tie.
"Wait right there precious," chuckles while he says this, tie already falling to the ground, now unbuttoning his vest. At the same time walks over to you urgently as if you're going to disappear but laughs nervously while he's at it.
"I swear you'll be the death of me,"
Looks like he's going to pounce on you but when he reaches you he only gives you a chaste kiss, as if asking for permission first.
You suddenly remind him that he has a LOT of things to do today, appointments and all.
Actually barks out a quick laugh. "You're not really expecting me to walk out now? As far as I'm concerned," pulls you flush against him and kisses your jaw "The only thing I need to do today is you,"
Xiao
"Wh-Wh-What do you think you're doing?!"
caught unprepared. Crosses his arms and looks away. Pretends he's uninterested but his eyes still dart back to look at you.
You ask him if he likes what he sees.
He now completely looks away from you. A few seconds pass and when he turns his head back to look at you there's now a carnal look in his eyes.
He walks towards you slowly and captures your chin to tilt it up. Looks down at you as if he hasn't eaten a meal in days.
"...When I'm done with you tonight you'll get your answer,"
Zhongli
Chuckles. Amused.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, dear?"
You shrug and even do a turn for him. He watches you carefully and takes in the image in front of him.
Smiles and strides over towards you. "Truly a magnificent sight," brushes his fingers against your neck
His eyes trail downwards and isn't shy about looking at your body. "Might I remind you my dear, my stamina surpasses that of a normal human," he smiles at you sincerely.
You tell him that you're well aware. He just chuckles again.
"Then you know well what'll come next,"
End
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very mild 18+ simon riley x reader
lmaoo i can't breathe Simon Riley is just a man.
atleast to you.
when he's home, all he is to you is dry humor, a couple beers every night, sat in front of the tv on his spot on the couch, the game is playing - some soccor or rugby match. he doesn't wear his mask, his clothes are a simple t-shirt and some pair of shorts he just threw on.
he uses your shampoo and conditioner, as much as it pisses you off because it's expensive and for some reason he uses half the fucking bottle everytime he's home, but when he does the groceries he still comes home with '2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner' he wouldâve got the '3 in 1' but the last time he did that he got no head for 3 weeks.
he'll go to the pub, take you out, pushes the trolley, holds your bag, let's you dress how you want it, belly gets a little soft because he eats food like he's never ate before, buy you anything you want even after the 'do you really need it though?' talk.
he's bit lazy on workouts only goes on the occasional run, but will fuck you whenever you want; always vanilla and only gets rough when you ask.
he will say he'll fix whatever appliance needs tending too but won't do it right away, starts the occasional handyman job at odd times.
it's just - he's so mundane and normal that you'd never know just how dangerous he is ???? like he so carefully hides that side from you. seriously. when he's home, he throws his gear in the bottom of his closet in a box, locking Ghost away and just existing as Simon.
even when the rest of the task force come around on the occasion. they're so normal and are just... men. yelling at the tv during a sport match. teasing each other. stealing snacks and helping with cleaning. they never speak about work and when you ask them, it's always a smile and shrug, "just another day really." "little boring and slow." "oh not too bad." their answers are so half-assed, that you don't even ask anymore; which is what they want.
but you really aren't missing anything. not when you don't even know what you're missing out on.
it's crazy, because he even keeps Ghost hidden when you're being harassed by men. whether that be when you're shopping or just going for a walk.
he'll loop an arm around your waist or over your shoulder, look at the guy with a grin - that's more of a sneer, "can i help you, mate?" he'll drawl. his stature and stare is enough to make the man who had been harassing you back off.
"what a freak..." you mutter with a roll of your eyes, letting Simon guide you away as he presses a kiss to your temple, a deep chuckle leaving him.
around midnight you wake up to Simon in the laundry room washing his hands. he doesn't blink or hesitate when you wonder in and wrap your arms around his waist. "what're you doing?" you mumble, sleepy eyss dropping to the sink.
Simon's hands are red, and you would be alarmed, should be alarmed. but how could you when Simon hums softly, a sound that rumbles deep from his throat, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. he's so warm and casual that you don't even do a touble take seeing the blood.
"caught a rat. right pest they are. the trap i set snapped it clean in half." Simon's mutters, he raises a bloodied hand to you, sniggering when you crinkle your nose up in disgust and step away from him.
"ew, i'm going back to bed." you huff, yawning and leaving him to what he was doing.
Simon laughs softly as you head off. "just be a sec, love." he says as you go. all he receives is a yawn and a tired 'mhm'.
he cleans his hands and then his phone chimes. he pulls it out and it's a private message.
'getting rid of your pest now, LT.'
image attached
Simon opens the picture and sure enough there's the man from earlier in the boot of a car. all bloodied like Ghost left him.
Simon heads back upstairs to your shared room, you quietly snoozing away. you don't steer or wake as the closet door opens and Simon's putting his mask back in with his gear. No. Ghost is too quiet to let you wake from such a warm and sweet sleep.
he turns from the closet after putting everything away and changing clothes. he crawls into his side of the bed and wraps his arms around you. letting your body nestle back into his side. limbs tangling together.
just you and your simon.
a/n: inspired by a tik tok video on how he is just a man lmaooo
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bc all i think abt is college!katsuki
Katsuki Bakugou is the epitome of the type of friend where you donât actually know if you are friends.
It started off slow and gradual; a head nod when you sat next to him in class for the first time. You didnât think much of it at firstâjust Bakugou being Bakugou, cold and distant as can be. But then came the day the professor prompted the class to discuss the reading with the person next to you. Oh boy.
Distant caves would be jealous of him as he offered impressive silence. He sat there with his arms crossed, glaring at the textbook like it had personally offended him. You tried your best to speak about the text, feeling the weight of his weightless replies, and occasionally heâd grunt or nod, but the conversation resembled your middle school talent show performance. Awkward, yes, but not surprising for a college class.
Still, you found yourself sitting next to him every couple of days, the unspoken rules of college and assigned seating habits pulling you back into his orbit. You tried to be kind, offering small talk here and there, but Bakugou always brushed you off with a grunt or a glare. He was prickly, always on edge, and you figured that was just how he was.
You were like this too on most days. After having your fair share of college-creep experiences you laid off the whole talking to people bit. But there was this exception you made for Bakugou. Not an exception but a curiosity of some sorts. Hell, you also were never good at math but you were on edge to solve the missing variable that is Katsuki Bakugou. Seriously, what's his deal?
Maybe it was the way he didnât care of how he seemed, it could be the mystery or maybe it was just the fact he looked like he was carved by Lysippos sitting by you at 9 a.m. lecture. Those thoughts were in the back of your mind⊠you even wonder if Bakugo is good at math? maybe then he could help.
But then there were these odd moments, moments where his usual gruffness gave way to something else. Like the day you mentioned how thirsty you were, sitting there in that old, sweltering classroom with no air conditioning. Bakugou rolled his eyes, muttered something about âare you always unprepared?â (he lent you a pen once before) but then wordlessly reached into his bag and handed you a water bottle.
âThanks,â you say, trying to match his nonchalant demeanor. Trying to let it go.
But the gesture stuck with you. He didnât acknowledge it, didnât say anything more. He just went back to his notebook like nothing happened. Typical. But you couldnât shake the feeling of slight butterflies in your stomach, even if you tried to brush them off as nothing.
Things continued in much the same way. Bakugou, still gruff and abrasive, but every now and then, something would slip through the cracks. A quiet moment of consideration, a begrudging act of kindness. He never let you get too close, but there was always that flicker of kindness. Of Bakugou. The real him, you think.
It was a rainy afternoon when you found yourself stranded at a bus stop with him. The two of you had just finished class, and the rain came out of nowhere, pouring down in quick splatters. You both stood under the narrow shelter that barely helped. Bakugou was glaring up like he was challenging the sky to a duel while his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
He didnât acknowledge you at first. And you didnât think he would.
âYouâre gonna catch a cold standing out here,â he grumbled suddenly, his voice low and annoyed.
Before you could reply, he was already shrugging off his jacket and, without looking at you, shoved it in front of you. He urged you to take it but you blinked in surprise, not knowing how to react.
But then, you felt the weight of the jacket warm and heavy on your skin. The scent of himâsomething sharp and cleanâlingered in the fabric.
âBakugou, you donât have toââ
âShut up. I donât need your thanks,â he muttered, not meeting your gaze. He chose to stare at the rain instead.
âThank you.â
He rolled his eyes but from that moment, something shifted. The dynamic between you two wasnât any less tense, and he still barked at you when you got on his nerves, but the hostility had softened, just a little. There was still sharpness in his words, but now mixed in with these brief, unexpected moments of kindness? (for Bakugou, normal for everyone else)
The day before your big exam, you sat next to him in class, anxiety buzzing in your stomach. âAre you ready for tomorrow?â you asked, peeking over at him.
âYeah,â he grunted, eyes not leaving his textbook.
You turned back to your seat, mentally patting yourself on the back for initiating (yet another) pointless conversation. But then, after a pause, Bakugou spoke again.
âWanna review the material after class?â
You blinked, a little caught off guard, but quickly nodded. âSure.â
And so after class, he led the way to the library, not even waiting for you to catch up. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning the room for a quiet, secluded spot. When he finally sat down and pulled out his notes, you were surprised to see how meticulously organized everything wasâcolor-coded, labeled, every detail in its place. So he probably is good at math? You were definitely getting somewhere.
He started drilling you with questions, breaking down complicated concepts with a precision you hadnât expected. His intensity was relentless, but it pushed you to focus, to work harder, and slowly, your understanding of the material started to click into place.
Hours passed in a blur, and the sun began to set outside the windows. The two of you were still going over definitions when Bakugou glanced over at you. âYou get it now?â
âYeah,â you said, a small smile on your lips. âThanks, Bakugou.â
âGood,â he muttered, turning back to his notes, but something about the way he said it felt less harsh than usual.
But all this time of him testing you made you want to test him. Probably because you suspected how sexy heâd look getting every question rightâŠ
You smirked, feeling a little bold. âAw, not you caring if I understand the material.â
He shot you a glare and his face twitched like he was holding back a grin. âI donât,â he snapped, though his tone lacked the usual bite.
âYou just looked so damn scared earlier, it was pathetic.â
You faked a small gasp at that. He wanted to laugh.
âAww, are you worried about me being sad?â you teased, leaning in a little closer. âItâs almost like weâre friends or something.â
âShut up,â he growled, his face turning slightly red.
Thatâs not a no, you think. You laughed, the sound light in the quiet library, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, barely there, but real.
Quaint and underneath all his surroundings lied Bakugou Katsuki. Almost as if he were labeled X in some math problem.
So yeah⊠heâs cold and mean and gruff, but⊠you know he has your back with exams⊠and when youâre cold, and when you say you're thirsty, and when you need something nice to look at. Definitely, Katsuki Bakugou is your friendâŠ
That happens to have a massive crush on you.
(⊠and unashamedly, so do you.)
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Day 2. Monster-kinktober: Artificial intelligence + Handjobs/Temperature play
A/N: This is a prequel piece of this one that nobody asked for but I wanted to write. Also, I took handjob in the literal way, so we have fingering as handjob here. Enjoy!
Robot x fem!reader || dirty talk (kinda), fingering, temperature play, semi-public sex (technically)
When you started working in the factory, you were mesmerized by the robots. You were the only human in your floor and thought they would be more⊠mechanical. But they werenât. They looked very much robot-like, but they were great at conversation. They were nice in a very human way, and that only made them even more appealing for you. They were interesting, and weird looking, and a bit androgynous in the best way possible. So nobody would blame you when you say you fell in love with one of them.
It all started in a slow Wednesday afternoon. You had a couple hours until the end of your shift but there wasnât much to do, so you were just filling some paperwork and trying to look busy without being too obvious about the fact that you were only moving papers around. And then someone knocked on the door of your office. You thought it would be one of the humans of other floors, looking for something and being too stupid to ask the robots. Some humans didnât like the fact that the company was mainly robot oriented.
But it wasnât a human. It was your favorite robot looking as weird and mechanic as always, and making your pulse skip a beat as he showed his silver bald head. âHi! What can I do for you?â You asked cheerfully.
âI have a question,â he said in his monotonous tone, eyes unblinking. At first it was unsettling that they didnât blink, but you got used to it and now it was a bit exhilarating to be the focus of attention of a robot, they didnât miss a single movement you did and that called to you in a weird way.
âOkay. What kind of question?â You questioned, looking at him in the most professional way you could muster, but probably failing because he was robotically hot. In a way that made your pussy a little bit wet every time you talked to him.
He didnât wait more than two seconds before shooting at you: âDo humans like robots?â
âWow, thatâs a big question right there.â You thought about it for a few seconds, trying to organize your thoughts to explain human-supremacy groups to a robot. âSome humans like robots just fine, but other humans think they are inferior to humanity so theyâŠâ
He cut you. âNo, no. I understand that, I mean if humans like like robots,â he clarified.
And for a moment you were speechless, was he really asking if human and robots could have some kind of romantic or sexual connection? Was that even a possibility? Youâd thought about it (a lot), but you never knew robots could feel that way about humans, you werenât even sure they felt. You knew artificial intelligence was great nowadays, but you werenât sure and thought it would be rude to ask. Good luck they werenât scared to ask anything and were always truthful.
âOh. Oh. I donât know⊠Yeah, I guess so. Why not?â You answered, trying to sound neutral about it.
He looked at you for a few more seconds before asking: âDo you like robots? Do you like me?â He caught you completely unprepared for that question.
âWhat?â You squealed.
âI like you.â You just discovered they could like humans, and your brain was trying to process a thousand little movements and interactions at the same time, trying to figure out if he meant what you thought he meant.
âWhat do you like about me?â You asked, still confused about what was happening. Was your robot crush really telling you he wanted to have his way with you, too? That wasnât possible, was it?
âYou treat me like an equal, and you are always nice to all robots. Also you look squeeze and I want to touch you.â You choked on a laugh at that part. âDo you like me?â He repeated.
You thought about it for half a second, thinking about the naughty fantasies you had all alone in your house. You thought about all the extra time you spent in his area just to chat with him for a bit. You did have a crush on him. âYes,â you finally let out, a spark of hope inside your chest.
âGood,â he accepted, his head bobbing up and down in a very non-human way that made you want to smile. âAre you my girlfriend now?â He said, making you giggle.
âArenât you going to take me out first?â You joked.
He looked panicked for a second. âYes. Yes. Human records said we need to go to dinner and to the movies. But I donât eat, and Iâm not allowed into cinemas. But we can skip that and do the fucking, thatâs third date as the internet explained,â he deadpanned, making you choke on air and start coughing really hard.
âWe can do what?â You choked out, eyes as big as plates as you looked at him.
âThe fucking. The internet said human partners used their genitals together to get pleasure. I donât have genitals, but I can create some,â he explained in his toneless voice, making it sound serious and ridiculous at the same time. He continued: âdifferent shapes, different colors, they can attach. I have them on my desk. Iâll bring them. Wait here,â he ordered.
âWait!â But he was already gone.
He came back a couple minutes late, carrying a big box full of various dicks of different colors, shapes and even textures. You were looking into the box trying to decipher when your life became so surreal and how did your boring Wednesday end up with a robot boyfriend and a box full of attachable dildos.
âWe can try them now,â he announced, reaching to grab one when you stopped him.
âNo! We are working.â
âBut I want to touch you and I have no job right now. You donât either. Youâve been moving papers around all day.â You didnât even have time to process the fact that he was aware of your every moment before he was talking again. âLet me touch you, please.â His voice sounded mechanical and had zero tone to it, but at the same time it sounded like a plea and you found yourself accepting with a soft âokayâ.
He approached you and lowered his bald robot head until he was a couple centimeters away from your face, he stared without blinking until you looked away, red blush covering your cheeks. âI like that you can change colors,â he said, making you smile. âCan I see your tits? The internet said human women liked them played with.â His change of behaviour from cute to horny robot made you want to laugh maniacally.
âSome human women do, some donât,â you explained.
âDo you? Do you like your boobs being played with?â He asked, his head tilted to the side in a very puppy-like gesture that made your heart skip a beat. He was looking at your covered boobs like they held the answers to all his questions. He reached for your buttons and you didnât stop him.
âYe- yes,â you stuttered, suddenly nervous as he unbuttoned your shirt and stared at your lacy bra. He lowered it down, exposing your tits to the cold air of the office and making your body shiver.
âWhy are they hard?â He asked at the same time he pinched one of your nipples with a bit too much force. You let out a gasp and he released it, just to do it again. You liked that he was playful, it was refreshing.
âItâs cold and they are sensitive,â you let out between heavy breaths.
âThey turn hard when cold?â You nodded, and then cried out when his fingers suddenly became as cold as ice as he rubbed your nipples with them, making your back arch on your chair. âOh. And what happens if itâs hot?â He asked as you felt his hands became scalding hot and you cried out again.
He did it a couple more times, pinching and rubbing and making you lose your mind with just his fingers. You were almost at the edge of a good orgasm when his hands traveled down, popping the button of your pants and rubbing your covered mound.
âThe internet said this was the best place to give pleasure. Is that true?â He asked, his hand slipped lower, rubbing over your dripping center. You nodded frantically, grabbing onto the sides of the chair like your life depended on it. âItâs wet and soft,â he noted. You flushed redder, your face flaming hot as he explored the inside of your pants. He pushed your panties to the side and touched right over your aching pussy, making you cry out again, your eyes rolling back into your head. âDo you like that?â You nodded, your teeth biting down on your lips so hard you tasted blood.
He rubbed up and down your pussy for a while, not doing anything crazy, just two fingers collecting your wetness and exploring your most vulnerable place. He hummed every once in a while, looking at you unblinkingly as you squirmed on the seat. And then he found your clit, his fingers rubbing over it with such precision you saw starts and had to cover your mouth.
âI wonder what happens if I apply cold here,â he said out loud as you felt his fingers turning ice cold and your body shivered, more juices dripping from your pussy.
He turned his fingers scorching hot, rubbing your clit, and then cold when he rubbed them over your entrance. You were on edge, but he wasnât even trying to get you off. You were desperate, wanting to do something, to come, but you wanted to let him explore you some more⊠It was exhilarating to have him pay such attention to you.
And then he surprised you pushing two fingers inside as he rubbed his thumb over your clit. The combination making your body jerk as he gave you the robot equivalent of a smirk, which looked like a weirdly creepy grin that made your pulse race and your pussy wetter. He crocked his fingers and found your G-spot, faster than any human ever had, and you screamed under your palm. He looked at you and did it again, rubbing your clit and sweet spot at the same time. Your orgasm was so close you could feel it at the tip of your consciousness, but he stopped then. Just for a few seconds, but enough to make you release your hold on the chair and grab his bald metallic head.
âMake me cum,â you pleaded.
He didnât answer, he just grabbed one of your boobs with his free hand and started rubbing ice cold fingers over your nipple. At the same time the hand in your pants got hotter and hotter, almost too hot, but so, so good. He thrust inside of you a couple times, his thumb rubbing over your clit⊠and that was it. You screamed as your back arched and your body fell into the most intense orgasm of your life as he stared at your contorted face.
You were coming down from the high when he said: âI liked that. Next time we should try the dildos,â he stated, voice monotonous.
âYeah⊠Whatever you want,â you told him, too tired to argue, and too excited to try.
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somono with rafe !
rafe had just got home from a deal, more than a little ticked off because it didnât go well. so of course he just wanted to go home and see his favorite girl to cheer him up and make him feel better. he walked into your shared bedroom seeing you take a nap, thinking you were probably waiting for him to come back home but fell asleep in the process. the two of you had decided some time ago, that you were allowed to use each other if one of you were asleep, knowing how needy the both of you get. so as he crept up to the bed and gently lifted the covers, revealing your body dressed in one of his shirts. he chuckled to himself knowing you like to smell like him whenever you missed him. he then lifted up the shirt, seeing your plump ass and the cute little panties you were wearing. sliding them to the side he sees your messy cunt, dripping with arousal. âfuck..â he mumbles under his breath, feeling his dick start to harden just from the sight. âso needy for me even when your asleep huh baby?â he unbuckles his pants and pulls down his boxers, exposing his large cock. he jerks it a couple times and holds the cloth of your panties to your ass cheek giving him space to inset himself. he plunges his cock onto your cunt, making you jerk in your sleep. your face cringing from the stretch. âoh fuck..taking this dick so good sweetheart.â he starts with slow thrusts, carful not to wake you but gradually picks up the pace as he starts to feel your wet walls clenching around him. he picks up a faster rhythm, a loud sounding of plap-plap-plaps coming from your pussy and you stir out of your sleep groggily, your eyes blinking awake as you try to understand whatâs happening. âmmm ra-rafey?â you ask, gripping at the sheets with the bed creaking back and forth. your hips smacking against his skin, feeling a fullness in your tummy. âhey sleepy girl. you miss me?â you nod your head slowly gaining back all your consciousness, âyes i missed you so much!â you whine for him. you hear rafe mumbling little nothings under his breath, âi missed you too baby.. and this tight fucking pussy.â the praise mixed with how fast heâs going creates a sudden tightness in your tummy, feeling your cunt tighten around his cock. âsâreally deep daddy..slow down a b-bit..â with his hands on your ass, he carelessly thrust into you. letting the fat of your ass bounces back on him, doing all the work. âyour alright, being such a good girl for me. you gonna let daddy cum in this pretty little pussy? hm?â feeling yourself start to climax you nod furiously, a series of pleads coming from your mouth, wanting him to fill you up. âshit..â rafe mumbles under his breath, he cums hard into your cunt. the white liquid covering your walls as you whimper below him. your cunt spasming as your cum from his dick âmm f-fuck daddy..â rafe pulls out, watching the two of your mess mix together and drip out of your leaky cunt. âthatâs my girl. cheered me up real good.â
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cw: implied sexual content, mentions of anxiety/PTSD responses
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The first time Eddie lifts him off his feet, Steve is pretty sure he has an out of body experience.
Heâs never dated anyone as strong as he is, is the thing. It isnât that he hadnât dated girls who were strongâcheerleading takes more muscle than many people seem to think, and there had been a couple of girls from the soccer team besides thatâbut none of them had been strong enough to just casually lift Steve up.
But Eddie does it. He does it mid-makeout session, doesnât even break the kiss as he gets his hands under Steveâs thighs and lifts him up to sit on the counter heâd been pinned against. And maybe it doesnât break Eddieâs concentration, but it shatters Steveâs.
He stops kissing back long enough to make Eddie pull away and ask, âWhatâs wrong?â
Wrong? Steveâs heart is racing, his face is flushed, his lips are kiss-bruised, and heâs sitting on top of his kitchen counter because Eddie had put him there â just grabbed his legs and hoisted him up, left his hands resting on Steveâs thighs, and Steve can feel them burning through his jeans, which are suddenly quite a bit tighter.
Nothing is wrong.
âThat was hot,â Steve blurts, and Eddie blinks at him.
âWhat? Me lifting you up?â
Steve nods. âYeah.â
A slow smirk spreads across Eddieâs face. âYou like that?â he asks. âThat I can throw you around a little?â
âYeah,â Steve rasps, surprising even himself with the raw want in his voice. Given his history with people throwing him around, it shouldnât be something he wants, but the more he thinks about itâthe more he thinks about Eddie doing itâthe more appealing it becomes.
âThe information is noted and will be filed away for later consideration,â Eddie says, like the fucking nerd he is, and when he leans back in to kiss Steve, he digs his fingers into Steveâs thighs, holding him tight, like he might leave little bruises when he pulls away. (Steve hopes he does.)
Eddie doesnât abuse the knowledge heâs been given, but he does put it to good use.
He pulls Steve across the couch and into his lap, holding him close with his arms looped around his waist, making Steve feel wanted and warm.
He manages to pick Steve up and spin him around, laughing as he does so, making Steve laugh, making him feel light and adored.
He carries Steve to the bedroom, his hands hooked firmly under Steveâs ass, Steveâs legs wrapped around his hips, arms around his shoulders, and tosses him onto the bed, making Steve feel very much like he wants Eddie to fuck him.
Then, reasonably assured that Steve is enjoying the treatment, Eddie ups his game. He pins Steve to the wall of the bedroom one evening, fisting a hand in his shirt and pushing him back, leaning heavily into his space, and Steve is for a moment viscerally reminded of another time and place. He thinks about the smell of lake water and dust, of the prick of sharp glass against his skin, of the frightened and desperate look in Eddieâs eyes.
But the memory is chased away by the feeling of Eddieâs lips on his. This is so much better â this is Eddieâs free hand running gently through Steveâs hair, this is the warm, familiar weight of Eddieâs body pressing into him, this is Eddieâs thigh shoved between Steveâs legs. This is good.
Eddie grips Steveâs hair close to his scalp and pulls. Steve moans and mindlessly grinds down.
It becomes a new and intimate normal, something they barely even have to think about, something that just feels right. Even when Steve starts out on top, the instigator, the one in control, itâs easy for Eddie to turn the tables.
As Steve straddles him on the bed now, both their shirts lost but the effort to rid themselves of their pants temporarily derailed, Steve is too eager in his pursuit of Eddieâs mouth to notice the coiling tension in the body below him.
He doesnât notice until the tension springs, and Steve finds himself rolled onto his back with Eddie weighing him down. Quicker than Steve can keep up, Eddie is straddling his waist, taking his wrists and pulling his arms above his head, pinning them to the mattress.
Instinctively, Steve struggles against the hold, but he has no leverage, and Eddieâs grip remains firm. Steve canât move â yet the expected wave of panic never comes.
He doesnât feel trapped beneath Eddie, he feels secure, like Eddie is shielding him, keeping him safe. The hold on his wrists keeps him tethered to the Earth when the rest of him feels like floating away, and Steve tugs a little more so Eddie will grip him tighter. He hopes it leaves marks, wants to wear the bruises like bracelets in the shape of Eddieâs fingers.
Then Eddie pulls back, ends the kiss to ask, âThis okay?â
He sounds serious, like he really wants to know, like heâll let Steve go the moment he asks, which is precisely why Steve nods quickly and begs, âPlease donât stop.â
And Eddie grins and leans back in for another kiss, holding Steve tight.
[Prompt: Rolling over in bed, switching positions during a kiss]
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#eddiesteve#stranger things#solar wrote#this was an oddly specific prompt#took me a while to figure out what to do with it
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The Tim Drake Heartthrob Conspiracy
It started as a slow, creeping suspicion. A few throwaway comments here, a couple of odd interactions there. At first, no one thought much of it.
One day, Dick was grabbing coffee near Wayne Enterprises when he overheard two interns chatting in line. âI saw Tim Drake today, and let me tell you, I think Iâve developed a new celebrity crush,â one of them said, giggling.
Dick nearly choked on his iced latte. Tim? Celebrity crush? He shook it off, chalking it up to the occasional corporate crush, nothing out of the ordinary for someone who runs a massive company. But then he heard it again the next week at a Titanâs briefing. Garfield leaned over to him during a meeting, nodding toward Tim across the room.
âMan, Timâs really come into his own, huh? Guyâs kinda a looker now,â Gar commented.
Dick blinked, then frowned. âWait, what?â
âOh, come on, Nightwing,â Gar teased, âyou canât tell me you havenât noticed! The quiet broody thing is working for him. I bet half of Gotham has a crush on him.â
By the time Dick got back to Gotham, the gears were turning in his head. Did half of Gotham have a crush on Tim?
Then it happened again. This time it was Damianâs turn.
He had been sparring with Jon in the Batcave, when their conversation drifted, as it often did. âYou ever think about what it would be like to date someone like Tim?â Jon asked, completely out of the blue.
Damian froze, mid-punch. âWhat?â
âI mean, heâs smart, right? Responsible, kinda low-key. Would probably make a great boyfriend,â Jon continued, completely oblivious to the growing horror on Damianâs face.
âGrayson and Todd, are enough. I refuse to let another sibling of mine become Gothamâs romantic fascination!â Damian exclaimed later that night at the dinner table. The others laughed, assuming Damian was just being overly dramatic, as usual.
But the seed had been planted.
It didnât take long for the other Batfamily members to start picking up on the signs.
Steph first noticed when she logged onto a Wayne Enterprises fan forum (because yes, those exist) and saw a thread that was simply titled, âTim Drakeâs Glow-Up Appreciation Postâ. The page was filled with comments fawning over himâtalking about his âsharp jawline,â his âdark, mysterious aura,â and how âcharmingâ he was during interviews.
Naturally, Steph sent the link to Cass with a laughing emoji. âLook at our boy, growing up into Gothamâs next heartbreaker,â she joked.
But as more and more of these comments popped up in the oddest places, Stephâs joking tone faded. Was Tim really the next heartthrob?
The realization hit Jason last, as most things concerning Tim usually did. He was scrolling through his usual online haunts, browsing forums that discussed Gothamâs vigilantes, when he stumbled on something unusual.
A post titled: Top 10 Reasons Why Red Robin is the Best Looking Vigilante in Gotham.
Jason almost clicked out of it immediately, assuming it was some kind of joke. But no. There were paragraphs. Analysis. Photos that somehow made Tim look like a damn model, even in his ridiculous Red Robin cape.
Jason scrolled through in disbelief, not sure what he was more stunned by: the fact that people were thirsting after Tim, or that someone had gone to this much effort to explain why he was hot.
âThatâs it. The internet is officially broken,â Jason muttered to himself, before sending a screenshot to the family group chat with the caption: Since when did Tim become a fashion icon?
The real kicker, though, was Alfred. After weeks of the Batfamily casually throwing around jokes about Timâs newly discovered âstatus,â Alfred finally made his observation one morning over breakfast.
âMaster Timothy has always had a certain quiet charm about him,â Alfred said as he served coffee, completely unbothered by the ensuing chaos.
Dick, nearly spilling his coffee: âWait, you knew about this? Why didnât you say something?â
Alfred raised a brow. âIt hardly seemed necessary. I assumed you all were already aware of Master Timothyâs appeal.â
Appeal. Appeal.
Jason was laughing so hard he had to leave the room, while Steph and Cass exchanged glances that said everything: they needed to re-evaluate everything about their little brother.
The whole Batfamily was still coming to terms with it. They joked, they teased, but there was an undeniable shift. When they looked at Tim now, they saw what others had apparently been seeing for yearsâa quietly confident, strikingly intelligent young man who had somehow grown into one of Gothamâs most eligible bachelors.
Of course, the moment that really sealed the deal came when Tim rode into the Batcave one evening on his Red Bird bike, wearing hastily thrown on stylish outfitâa black leather jacket, perfectly fitted jeans, and a shirt that gave him a casual, yet effortlessly cool look. Running a hand through his still damp hair, a look of mild annoyance on his face.
âSorry, Iâm running late. Got a date.â
For a moment, the Batfamily just stared.
Holy. Shit.
And then, as if on cue, Dick, Steph, Cass, Duke, Jason, and even Damian had the same thought at the same time: Oh my God, Tim Drake is the Batfamilyâs biggest heartthrob.
The realization was almost too much to handle.
#tim drake#batfam#tim drake is gothams most eligible bachelor#tim drake is also a huge heartthrob and i think that needs to be addressed more#his date was totally with danny btw#ofc the bats would be the last ones to realize how saught after tim is
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Iâm a Good Girl, Officer!
Pairing: Reader x Detective Dixon x Officer Grimes x Officer Walsh
Summary: Apparently flashing your tits to truckers on the freeway is frowned upon in small towns like yours. When three familiar King County cops take charge of the case, you learn they punish bad girls a little differently.
Warnings: NSFW. Foursome! :-) Unprotected p-in-v, spitroast, double penetration, overstimulation, praise and degradation, bimbofication, throatfucking, painal, breeding kink, using c*m as lube, and a (consensual) strugglefuck. Elements of dubcon Ă la power imbalance and coercion. Age gap. Public indecency, evading arrest, assault on two cops, and general drunken stupidity.
âGoooooood morning, babycakes!â
Your best friend rolled the hem of her shirt over her chest and shimmied her shoulders at the big white semi truck about to pass under the bridge. The stranger at the wheel took one look at the womanâs tits and almost swerved across two lanes of traffic. The sight sent you and your drunken group howling with laughter, falling onto the ground as Maggie yanked her top back down.
It was five a.m. and freezing. The club where youâd been boozing all night had long since shuttered closed, and you and your closest friends from high schoolâhome for the holidays and happily plasteredâhad gone wandering home in a daze. When one of the girls had stopped suddenly at the midsection of a bridge, you hadnât been able to keep from sharing her smile the second sheâd grinned and said, âFor old timeâs sake?â
In no time at all, youâd been lined up along the metal railing and ogling the unsuspecting drivers down below. The freeway was mostly empty at this hour, save for a couple tractor trailers and early morning commuters, but that didnât matter.
Rosita was up next. You watched her eye an RV as it bumbled down the road and saw her take hold of her shirt just like Maggie had. Then, right when the camper got close enough, the brunette bent slightly at the waist, flipped her top up, and screamed at the top of her lungs:
âHEY BIG RED!â
A big, buff dude with a bright red handlebar mustache looked up from the passenger seat, as did the white-haired, bearded gentleman wearing a bucket hat beside him. The pair then watched your friendâs roadside spectacle with shared looks of wonder and awe, before passing under the bridge as slow as they possibly could. Rosita staggered off the ledge and reached for the flask in your hand, heedless of her breasts still hanging out.
âYour turn,â she chirped before taking a swig.
Your feet were already wobbling onto the concrete slab. From your vantage point, the outline of the sun was just then breaking out across the tops of the trees, casting the morningâs first rays across your bare skin. You stretched your arms out wide, Titanic-style, and basked in the warmthâlikely looking drunk as all hell as you did.
âOoo, this one, this one!â Maggie cut in presently.
You followed your friendâs gaze and caught sight of a sleek, glistening firetruck speeding down the road.
Perfect, you thought as your eyes soaked in the sight. You pictured the truck packed to the gills with hot and sweaty firemen inside, and your fingers itched at the bottom of your shirt. Curled under the fabric and ready to lift as soon as the time came. Even from a distance, you could make out a tiny cluster of uniformed men at the helm, each of their faces contorted with curiosity.
The truck sped up and drew closer. Maggie squeezed your hip, Rosita chewed her lip, and together, you all stared the firetruck down with bated breath until it was just about to go under the bridge.
In a blink, you flipped your shirt up and shook your tits back and forth for the men going by. Much to your surprise, the firefighter in the driverâs seat honked his horn a couple times, and another one, at the rear, stuck his grinning head out the window and waved.
You, Maggie, and Rosita waved right back, practically falling over each other in fits of laughter as you yelled,
âCall me, daddy!â
The three of you collapsed on the sidewalk in a heap of shitfaced hysterics. Rosita flung your flask to the side and smacked you playfully across your boobsâstill out and proud and likely able to cut diamonds with how hard your nipples had gotten in the chilly morning air.
âDaddy?!â she wheezed, âYou skank!â
You straightened up, partially splayed across Maggieâs lap, and wiggled your shoulders once more, feigning that high-pitched, ditzy voice you used whenever you were hammered,
âDaddy please fuck my titties, Iâve been such a bad girl!â
Then you gave the best porn star moan you could muster and started to pull your shirt the rest of the way off. Not thinking, you balled up the light pink fabric and threw it up in the air while Rosita cheeredââTits out for the girls!ââand Maggie almost pissed herself laughing. Really anything wouldâve had your sides fit to split at this point, seeing how faded and adrenaline-drunk you were.
You reached up and waited for the top to fall back into your hand...until it didnât. You cast a sweeping look across the three of you to see if your shirt had landed somewhere else, but the garment was nowhere in sight.
You turned and craned your neck to see over the railing.
âShit!â
You scrambled to your feet and gripped the metal siding of the bridge, tits fully out and exposed to the world. You watched as an old Ford Ranger picked up speed and crushed the scrap of fabric under its tires, before the driver, in turn, gawked and honked his horn like a fool.
Just as you started to turn back to tell your friends the bad newsâand beg them for a piece of spare clothing to cover youâa sound startled you all.
The short, sharp yelp of a siren straight ahead.
Your hands flew to cover your chest while Maggie and Rosita went floundering over each other trying to get up. A few yards away, a police cruiser had pulled up to the side of the bridge with its lights flashing bright red and blue.
Shit, again, seemed to be the resounding sentiment among you three as the car started inching closer.
âStop right there!â a voice boomed over the PA system.
That only prompted your group to take off running.
You, cradling your tits in both hands, and Rosita and Maggie trying desperately not to trip over the curb, the wayside trash, or each other as they raced down the street.
Two car doors flew open. Then, the sound of that same voice, breaking out across the still morning air without the aid of the intercom and telling you to freeze right now, followed by the sound of footsteps. Boots thudded heavy on the ground below, moving fast and with purpose. Both pairs easily gained on your three retreating forms in a matter of seconds.
Maggie and Rosita were already leaps and bounds ahead of you. Too busy juggling your tits and struggling to breathe, you felt your heart sink.
Rosita shot a look over her shoulder and cried, âCâmon!â as she eyed the cops coming closer.
Iâm trying, you wanted to say, but couldnât speak. Your chest was too tight, pupils blown wide with fear.
This was not the fucking time to be having a panic attack. But here you were.
Before you could stop yourself, you waved a frantic hand to your friends and somehow managed to scream, âGo!â
The girls slowed, tried to urge you forward, but, sensing that you werenât keeping up and wanted them to go on without you, relented at last. They bounded off toward a side street and disappeared down an alley while you felt your legs start to falter beneath you.
âFreeze!â the voice bellowed again. Loud, gruff, and much closer to your ear than it had been before.
You did as he said, not because you wanted to, but because you had to, then, or your body wouldâve given out. Still in the grips of terror and rampant intoxication, you stopped in your tracks, spun on your heels, and watched the two officers sprint toward you.
You started to raise your hands in surrender, but just when one of them approachedâpresumably to tackle you to the groundâyour instincts took over. You scarcely knew what you were doing; you just felt your leg lift with the last bit of strength you had left, then, astonishingly, deliver a kick straight to the first manâs gut.
To the shock of you, the cop, and his partner, the man went tumbling backward. Fell straight on the pavement in almost comical fashion and grunted in pain.
âRick!â the dark-haired one yelled reflexively.
His gaze darted back to you in an instant.
You knew you were capital F fucked. You didnât bother trying to run and simply stared at the man left standing in a mixture of horror and dread as he charged straight at you.
Your flight response abandoned, you had only to fight. And, by the looks of your opponent, you sensed this motherfucker knew how to tussle.
Before you could even prime yourself for another kick, the cop had taken you down with one lunge. Pinned you flat on the asphalt and yelled right in your face,
âI said donât move!â
You moved. You moved in his arms while he wrestled you to the sidewalk, snaked his hand around your front, pressed your back against his chest. You moved when he barked his orders once more, told you to get down now and stop resisting, and even wrapped his arm around your throat to force your compliance.
Chokeholdâs illegal, asshole, you thought, fighting hard against his grasp. This cop played dirty, and appeared to give no fucks about who could see.
Just as his grip started to tighten around your neck, you heard the other officer back on his feet, talking sharply into his radio:
âCode 10-33. Requesting backup on Fayette Bridge.â
At the same time, the man above you was trying to shake his head, craning his neck to get his partnerâs attention.
âNah, nah, Rick, I got her!â
When âRickâ didnât seem to hear and kept shouting into the receiver, the burly cop turned his body to the side, squeezing your neck even tighter.
âRick!â he called, âI got her right here, sheâsâ FUCK!â
Suddenly, the manâs voice broke off in a strangled yelp as you sank your teeth into the flesh of his arm. When he loosened his grip out of instinct, stinging with pain, you made a desperate attempt to slip from his grasp and get back on your hands and knees.
The freshly bitten cop just slammed you even harder on the ground, unleashing a string of expletives in your ear.
âFuck you, pig!â you screamed back.
You werenât sure what had come over you in the few short moments preceding this oneâwhat had irked you so terribly to be inclined to kick one cop in the stomach and bite another on the arm like a feral catâbut there you went. Face down on the pavement with a set of handcuffs being clipped over your wrists.
You winced when you were jerked back onto your feet, the copâs left hand on your shoulder and the other at your back. He shoved you to take your first steps forward, you instinctively told him to eat shit and die, and as a grim, unsavory unit, you walked toward the officer with his grip still fastened tight to his radio.
âYou alright?â Rick asked, out of breath.
His gaze seared right through you to his partnerâwhose face, you could sense, was already beset with a scowl.
âBitch bit me,â he spat.
You saw Rickâs expression change, watched his mouth move to speak again, when a sound crackled out of the receiver in his hand. A couple code words and street names you couldnât make out.
âThatâsâ thatâs alright, now, Officer Walsh has the subject restrained,â Rick returned hastily.
At present, Mr. Walsh had his thumb dug deep in your back, ostensibly holding tight to keep you subdued but more than likely just being an ass. He felt you flinch and gave you a fierce shake.
âQuit squirminâ, girl.â
âQuit pinchinâ me, pig!â
âYouâd best watch that fuckinâ mouthâa yours.â
The voice above your ear had you easily outmatched in volume and tone, coarse as it was unkind.
You decided to try your luck anyway.
âMake me, pussy.â
The last thing you saw was the look of bewilderment leap to Rickâs face as Walsh thrust you forward, suddenly, and slammed you face-down on the hood of their car.
âWhatâd I say âbout that fuckinâ mouthinâ off?! Huh?â
âShaneââ
Rick grabbed this Shaneâs shoulder in an effort to intervene. Tried prying him off before he could shove you down any harder, but his partner seemed adamant. Shane put his palm over the side of your head and knotted his fingers through your hair, quick to pull.
âNah, man, I ainât takinâ lip from some halfwit bimboââ
âHey!â you started, only to have your words muffled with your head forced back on the hood.
âShane!â Rick snapped this time, taking a harder grip of his shirt and yanking him back. To your dismay, Shane kept a chunk of your hair clenched in his fist and probably dislodged a dozen or more strands when he was pulled away.
You let out a gentle groan as your head hit the car for a third time and the two officers broke off in a skirmish.
âYou heard what Dixon said,â Rick hissed.
âFuck what Dixon said!â
âYou cainât justâ you got no rightââ
âI got every right, man, lemme tell you sumnâââ
Before Shane could âtell youâ much of anything, though, the two were rendered silent by the sound of tires on pavement close by. A halt, a tense moment, a car door swinging open and closed, and a whisper passed quickly from Rick to Shane as the two exchanged a look,
âYou fucked up.â
You tried tilting your head up toward the windshield to sneak a look in its reflection, maybe see who was coming. You couldnât make out a thing.
Then, presently, the voice of a much more hushed, humbler Officer Walsh as he spoke,
âDetective Dixon, howâs itââ
âSix bucks.â Another man, presumably Dixon, cut in.
âHuh?â
âSix bucks fer this fuckinâ coffee. Tastes like dirt.â
Oh, uh, yeah, you could just sense Shane shifting uncomfortably on his feet as he searched for the right words to say, maybe scratched his head once or twice. Fortunately for him, Rick came to the rescue.
âTried that new place on Main, huh?â
âNic and Normanâs, yeah. Eggs were runny as shit anâ the waitress kept callinâ me âDaleâ,â the man, now presumably Dixon but not Dale, said in a huff.
It was as if you werenât lying flat on your tummy with your top off and your hands cuffed behind your back. You stupidly hoped the new man hadnât noticed you.
âWell whoâve we got here?â
Shit.
You heard footsteps approach, but you didnât turn your head. Your lungs expelled a small, shaky breath as this detective came by and stood inches from your bent form.
âShe and her friends were flashing their tits to the cars passing under the bridge,â Shane declared, a touch too smug as he said it, âThe others got away, but this one was sweet enough to grace us with her presence.â
âKicked me in the stomach and knocked me on my ass,â Rick added.
âBit me, too.â
You heard a low tsk-tsk as the detective clicked his tongue. Took another sip of his mud-flavored espresso and shook his head above you. Your skin burned with the imprint of his gaze.
âSpring break come a little late this year?â he teased.
âFuck you,â you muttered.
The men let out a collective chuckle at your tart words. You could just picture the smirks and sly glances shared between them as they watched you writhe against the hood of the police cruiser and try not to give them the satisfaction of seeing your breasts splayed out underneath you.
You were ashamed, admittedly, unsure of how to proceed with three cops at your rear and few options at your disposal besides swearing up a storm. At last, you decided to shift your gaze in their direction and shoot them a glareâmore of an empty threat than any real message, but you didnât care.
You turned and immediately wished you hadnât.
Your heart leapt into your throat.
âDaryl?!â
This time, Rick and Shane were the only ones to laugh out loud, before quickly stifling the sounds when they realized their superior hadnât shown a hint of amusement.
Daryl Dixon, the detective, and your brotherâs best friend from college, stared down at you with a look of horror.
âY/N,â he stammered, in shock.
It was clear he was trying with every fiber of his being not to look down at your tits, but his resolve was only so strong. Finally, he settled on looking away, fast, and staring off in the distance while you readjusted yourself.
âBeen a minute,â he said, trying for a curt, awkward nod.
And a minute it had been. The last time youâd laid eyes on the man had been at a Christmas party hosted by your brother and his husband four years ago. Youâd exchanged all of ten words in polite, drunken pleasantries, and heâd stumbled off at the end of the night with a gorgeous redhead dressed as Mrs. Clause. You hadnât heard hide nor hair of him since.
For a moment, Rickâs eyes danced indeterminately between you two. Shaneâs remained fixed on your face.
âYou know this little hellion, Detective?â
Daryl cleared his throat.
âYeah, uh, thatâsâ thatâs Aaronâs little sister.â
âNo shit?â
The words came out faster than Shane could think to stop them. Your hometown was no great metropolis, and even he knew of your brother through a friend-of-a-friend and several cousinsâ babysitterâs grandmaâs Aunt Carol, or some similar relation. He and Rick had probably partied at your lake house a couple times in college.
âUncuff her.â Darylâs voice had already lowered some, pacing away to give you privacy.
Shane obliged and freed you from the handcuffs. When you turned around, only the back of Darylâs body was visible to you as he ducked inside the backseat of his car.
He returned a few moments later with a blanket. Tried his damndest not to let his vision stray an inch from your face as he handed it to you. Then he beckoned Rick over, and the two exchanged a few quiet words by his sedan.
âYou got rabies or anything?â Shane was eyeing the tiny crescent of teeth marks on his forearm.
You rolled your eyes.
âWorse. Iâm one of those walkers.â
Shane gave you a look that conveyed he was just as annoyed but didnât say anything more, even when you made a face at him. He just crossed his arms, leaned back against the squad car, and gritted his teeth. Before you knew it, Daryl and Rick were walking back.
âIâll take her to the station,â Daryl said.
âAlriââ
âWhat?â you cried, âFor what?!â
You knew for damn what. You just couldnât believe your brotherâs best friend wasnât planning on giving you a family friend freebie of some kind.
Officer Walsh supplied an answer for you nonetheless, âLetâs see, now: public intoxication, public indecency, open container, and aggravated assault on two police officers. That clear things up, sweet cheeks?â
âYouâve gotta be shitting me.â
âDisorderly conduct, too,â Rick chimed in. Trying not to smile as he said it.
The only ones still not amused by anything this situation had to offer were you and Daryl. The detective looked positively pissed and ready to chuck his cup of coffee over the bridge, while you wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ether. The two of you exchanged a brief, uneasy look and quickly looked the other way.
Rick and Shane were already retreating to their cruiser. You just watched them, almost forlorn, and pretended not to see Daryl signaling for you to follow him.
âCâmon now,â he murmured.
âCanât you just let me off with a warning?â
Daryl was treading closer to you now, hand outstretched in an almost gentle sort of gesture. Like he wasnât about to cart you off to the slammer.
âYâknow I canât do thaâ,â he replied, âWith all the fuss ya caused, Captain would have my head.â
When you wrenched your arm away from his grasp, you saw him frown.
âHey,â Daryl said, a little more sternly now, âDonât make this harder than it needs ta be.â
You watched him reach for you again.
Your first instinct was to shrug him off. Your second was to flee.
You werenât sure why you even tried itâit just seemed like the right thing to do in the moment, like they did in the movies, to take off sprinting down the street. You gave it a shot.
Unfortunately for you, your feet didnât carry you far, and Daryl had you snagged in his arms in about five seconds flat. You glanced to the first cop car and saw that Rick and Shane hadnât even stirred from their seats. Just grinning and laughing at your attempted escape.
Detective Dixon had you by the bicep now, leading you toward his car with a little more force in his step. You were cursing, writhing, fighting every effort of his to corral you into the backseat, but, without much trouble, he pushed you in.
Rear doors locking automatically, you had little more to do than sit and pout and feel every bit the brat as Daryl buckled himself in and started the car.
âCâmon, Dar, this isnât a joke. I could lose my job âcause of this,â you whined, threading your fingers through the wired metal barricade that separated you.
Daryl watched and waited for the other cruiser to fall behind him. Then he started off.
âShoulda thought about thaâ before ya decided to show yer tits off ta the world, no?â
âLike four people saw us.â
In the rearview mirror, you couldâve sworn you saw a ghost of a smile cross Darylâs lips.
âI got a pretty colorful phone call from a man named Eugene saying he saw three girls danglinâ half nekkid from a bridge tryinâ ta flag down a firetruck...Donât sound all that discreet to me.â Daryl shrugged, pretending not to see you slump back in your seat.
âWe were drunk!â you cried.
You threw your hands up and let them fall at your side, while Daryl made a wide left turn.
âSo?â
âYouâve done plenty of dumb shit when you were drunk, Dixon. Donât even start.â You raised your hand like you were talking to your mother as an angsty teen. The man in the driverâs seat hardly seemed fazed.
âOh?â
You paused a beat, then jolted back up as an old memory stirred in your mind.
âLikeâ like the time you got so shitfaced on senior night that you stumbled into my room thinking it was the bathroom,â you said, hastily, âPissed all over my floor.â
Darylâs eyes darted up to meet yours in the mirror, sharing in that vague and ugly recollection from his college days.
âThat was yer room?â he winced.
âI was twelve and terrified,â you said, hovering as close as the metal wall would allow you, âDidnât even know what being piss-drunk meant until you decided to relieve yourself all over my Barbie rug.â
âAh shit...Iâm sorry, Y/N.â
âLet me out and weâll call it even?â you ventured.
âNuh-uh,ïżœïżœïżœ Daryl said, shaking his head, âNot how that works.â
You balled your hand in a fist and struck the wall between you, an exasperated sigh escaping your lips. Try as you might to fight it, you were still slightly buzzed and far more prone to anger than you normally would be. Daryl gave you a look.
âPipe down, princess, âsâainât the end of the world.â
âAnd who the fuck are you to say?â you snapped, clenching your jaw.
Daryl pressed a bit harder on the brakes as he brought the car to a stop at a red light. Then he shot a look over his shoulder. His brow drew in just slightly.
âYer a real brat, ya know that?â
âReally, pig?â you sneered.
âYeah, slut.â
Your mouth fell open at the sound of Darylâs first real insult. Heâd been all placid smiles and gentle eyes, never lapsing in the civility of his rank or his respect for you, his close friendâs sister, until that point. You watched as his gaze visibly hardened and moved away from yours, foot hitting the gas when the light turned green.
âWhat did you just call me?â
âA fucking slut. âCause thaâs what ya are,â Daryl answered, not missing a beat.
Had he lost his fucking mind? Who did he think he was? The man carried on, starting to increase the carâs speed,
âNobodyâs showinâ off a pairâa tits that damn pretty âless theyâre a whore, ya know?â
You sat back in awe, hardly aware of the cruiserâs growing acceleration, or the fact that Daryl was just then starting to turn down a road youâand Rick and Shaneâhad never seen before. You were too offended. Flustered.
âExcuse mââ
âYeah, I looked. Youâve got an incredible rack, really,â Daryl admitted as he cut you off, âToo bad itâs attached to such a worthless little slut.â
âGet fucked, Dixon,â you hissed, beating your fist against the divider once more.
âOh, believe me, we will.â
Your blood likely wouldâve run cold in your veins if you had the first clue what he was talking about. What did he mean by âweâ? Why had he started smiling when heâd said that?
Presently, you looked out the window.
Where the everliving fuck had he taken you?
Instead of finding yourself parked outside the King County Sheriffâs Department, as expected, you cast a sidelong glance to the left and the right and saw nothing but trees. Wilderness. You were parked in a clearing, at what appeared to be a campground...in a quarry?
You turned back to Daryl, suddenly rigid with fear.
The driverâs side door was already slamming shut behind him. Instead of deigning so much as a glance at the back, he strode right past you and went over to the car that had just pulled up. Rick and Shane appeared just as confused as you were as they came to a stop.
You watched them, dumbstruck, pulse pounding in your ears as a hundred different thoughts danced in your mind and grew progressively darker the longer you stared. Were they going to torture you? Kill you? Cuff you to the car and kick the living shit out of you until you bled from the mouth and begged them for mercy?
There was no way the drunken fratboy of your youth, now a detective on the police force and your brotherâs best friend, would do something so heinous, right?
You slinked back in your seat when you saw all three men turn and approach your car.
Now, more than ever, there was no place but the police car you wanted to be as Daryl flung the back door open and stuck his head inside.
âHey,â he grinned, âWanna talk?â
Before you knew it, your feet were planted on the rocky terrain directly in front of Darylâs car, and your hands were clasped together. Not cuffed this timeâjust folded and trying to look as polite and unassuming as possible.
âWeâve got a proposition,â Daryl started, steady.
You watched him pace back and forth while the two other officers stood back in silence. Shane wore the faintest smirk.
âYou donât wanna go to jail, right?â
You shook your head no.
âGood, âcause we donât really feel like bookinâ ya,â Daryl continued, âToo much paperwork anâ all thaâ bullshit.â
You nodded along, slowly. Relieved to hear you werenât getting arrested but waiting to see what the âButâŠâ was.
âBut, yâknowâ it wouldnât be fair to let ya go that easy.â
You kept nodding. Now looking at Shane and Rick and finding both of them smiling.
âSo I say we make ourselves a deal. That okay with you, sugar tits?â Daryl sneered.
You balked at the name but swallowed your pride and answered, âUh huhâ in a small voice. Squeezed your hands even tighter together.
Daryl approached you for the first time. You stood there, trembling, still thinking there was a chance that the three of them might just beat the hell out of you right then and thereâand you flinched when Daryl lifted his hand to your cheek.
He brushed a few loose hairs from your face.
âI think you need to start by saying sorry.â His voice was almost serene.
You blinked a couple times up at Daryl with wide, oblivious eyes, shaking your head when you didnât understand what he meant.
âTo Shane,â Daryl added.
Softly, he tilted your chin toward his friend, who was grinning even bigger now.
You struggled for a second, opening and closing your mouth a couple times before stammering:
âI-Iâm sorry, Shane.â
Your voice barely reached them in a whisper. You were so confused.
And, just as you started to wonder if that was all they really wanted, or if thereâd be some other catch, Daryl decided to supply you with a wordless answer before you could even ask. The âcatchâ caught you right on the backs of your legs as Daryl gave them a gentle kick, causing both to buckle underneath you. You fell to the ground on your hands and knees and straightened yourself up just in time to see Shane make his leisurely approach.
âIâm sorry, Shane,â you spluttered again, thinking he just wanted you to grovel there in front of him.
Daryl and Shane exchanged looks. Then they smirked at you.
âI think Shane would rather you show him how sorry you are,â Daryl said, suddenly leaning over to collect two handfuls of hair behind your head, âWith your mouth.â
At any other time, such condescension dripping from a manâs tone would have turned you offâand pissed you offâimmediately. With Daryl and Shane standing over you now, the formerâs fingers slotting through your hair and the latterâs working to unzip his pants, you couldnât imagine yourself being any more aroused.
It hit you like a ton of bricks, all at once.
They were there to fuck you, not fight you.
At least not in the way youâd imagined anyway. No doubt Shane was keen to get his fill, and might be a tad more aggressive than the others to get it, but Daryl would make sure he didnât push too hard. He held your head in place while Shane pulled out his cock.
And, you hated to say it, but your mouth was salivating for a taste. You couldnât be bothered to look up at either man now, just soaking in the sight of Shaneâs thick, veiny member and feeling your face being moved closer to it. Not minding you were being manhandled as a gentle moan escaped your throat.
âWanna show Shane how sorry ya are? Show him how good thaâ slutty little mouthâa yers can make him feel?â Daryl hummed.
âSheâs droolinâ, man,â Shane said, hardening at the sight.
You were. You couldnât help it. You felt a thumb swipe at the spit that had just begun to trickle out of your mouth and sensed Rick at your side, enthralled as all the rest of them. Then that same finger drifted down to your tits, smearing the moisture all over one nipple before pinching the peak between two digits.
Your lips parted with another small whimper at the sensation, and Shane took that as his window to thrust his cock in your mouth. Caught off guard, you couldnât help but gag when his tip hit the back of your throat, but Daryl steered your head back just in time so you werenât choking on that first, single stroke.
âEasy, easy,â Daryl chided his friend as he watched your eyes water and your hand reach up to steady yourself against Shaneâs thigh.
âYou kiddinâ? She fuckinâ loves it,â Shane grinned, âDonât you, slut?â
You licked your lips and nodded. Didnât bat an eye when Shane brought the head of his cock back down to your lips, and you quickly enveloped him in an open-mouthed kiss of sorts. Shane groaned at the sensation and couldnât help but rut his hips.
âSuch a fuckinâ whore,â he hissed through gritted teeth.
Daryl helped move your head up and down his length while you stared up at Shane with the prettiest, most fucked-out expression you could manage, and you felt his length twitch in your mouth. Daryl pulled you off.
âNow what do we say for kicking Officer Grimes, hm?â
Before you could answer, your face was tilted to the left, and you were met with the sight of Rick stroking his length at your side. A string of saliva still connecting your mouth to Shaneâs cock, you looked up at the friendlier of the two officers and gave him a smile.
âIâm sorry, Officer Grimes.â
This time, Daryl let Rick take the reins, for a moment, and move your mouth over his shaft. You happily accepted him between your lips and started bobbing almost instantly. You relished the pleasure that flooded those soft blue eyes, the way they winced just a little when you took him to the back of your throat. Like he wanted to fuck your face but felt too overcome with some feeling or fear to give it a try.
You decided it was cruel to make a man so polite wait a second longer than he needed to. Presently, you pulled off Rickâs length with a gentle âpopâ and turned your head back over to Daryl.
âCan you please tell Officer Grimes to fuck my throat?â
All three of them froze for a second, taken back by the filth that had just come out of your mouth, still spoken so sweetly. You stroked Rickâs cock and pretended to be oblivious of what you saw. Deep down, you knew by the glint in their eyes they were yearning, lusting, fucking you in their minds with every innocent blink you made. You felt Darylâs grip tighten in your hair.
âYou heard the lady,â Shane said, words directed to Rick but gaze never leaving you.
Out of habit, his hand came to wrap around his own cock as he watched you take Rickâs. You glanced between the two of them, placed a quick kiss on the tipâfirst on Rickâs and then, to the menâs surprise, on Shaneâsâand parted your lips when you moved back to Rick.
Officer Grimes didnât hesitate this time. He leveled himself with your mouth and pushed all the way in. You started to moan, but the sound was audibly cut short by a spasm in your throat. Rick reached the back of your warm, wet orifice with ease and, going further than Shane ever went, actually slid down that space. Exactly how you wanted him. You bobbed your head and hummed to show your appreciation.
Encouraged by how eagerly you swallowed him and how quick your whimpers were to reverberate down his length, Rick moved his hips. Watched you gag once or twice and blink through a couple tears, before Daryl wiped the moisture away as Rick had done for your spit. You were every bit the pampered and primped fuckdoll in their hands, bobbing and licking and sucking him dry.
âGood girl,â Daryl murmured, massaging your scalp when you gagged again.
âTakinâ me so well,â Rick groaned as he fed you another inch.
Shane continued pumping his cock, grunting out expletives, and watching you all the while.
You pulled off of Rick for a moment. Whether it would piss them off or turn them on, you didnât really careâbut you reached up to Shane and replaced his hand with yours, before dropping a kiss over the head of his cock.
All three men seemed to love it. Especially Daryl.
Though he hadnât made a move to get his own dick wet just yet, you got the sense the man loved to watch. Loved to see your mouth sliding up and down and swallowing more cock every time, thinking to himself what a nasty, filthy little whore you were and just waiting for the moment it would be his turn to claim your throat and the rest of your holes as his own. In the meantime, you wanted to give him a good show.
You jerked both Rick and Shane in either hand and chanced a look over at Daryl.
Locking eyes with him, you moved down over Rick and sucked half his length in your mouth. Then, just as quick, you took Shane between your lips and gave the tip a wet, spongy kiss before taking him to the back of your throat. The mound in Darylâs pants grew even more pronounced.
âHey,â Rick said, grazing your cheek with his knuckles, âAinât you gonna say sorry to Detective Dixon, too?â
You moaned against Shaneâs throbbing length and made sure Daryl saw your tongue swirl over the tip. Teasing him now.
Presently, Shane pulled out of your mouth and grabbed hold of your hair.
âGonna make him feel real good with that slutty little mouthâa yours, huh?â he growled.
You nodded and smiled. Wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and started crawling over to Daryl as soon as Shane let you go.
You couldnât believe heâd waited this longâcouldnât believe youâd been sucking his friends dry all this time and hadnât gotten so much as a glimpse at him. Daryl watched you with a comfortable, lopsided sort of smirk as you made your way over to him, clearly enjoying this view of you on all fours.
Not even a guillotine could take away the head you were about to give this man.
When you finally reached his knees and straightened up enough to reach for the zip of his brown slacks, you felt a hand catch you around the wrist. To your surprise, Daryl held you back and yanked you onto your feet.
âI wanâ my apology someplace else.â
That âplace,â you would come to learn, was simply on top of his car. Splayed out on the hood of his cruiser with your pants dragged all the way down to your ankles and kicked off at your feet. Daryl carried you there and stripped you down to your panties, leaving you all but naked and ogling him with keen, hungry eyes. Rick and Shane were quick to follow suit and seemed just as eager as you were to watch this scene unfold.
You reached for his clothed erection once more but found your hand swatted away.
âNuh-uh,â Daryl shook his head.
You raised an eyebrow in question. You opened your mouth to speak but found yourself moaning instead when Daryl slipped a finger past your panties and between your folds. Somehow finding your clit quicker than you could even dream, he circled that tiny bundle of nerves with his thumb and teased the seal of your entrance with his middle and ring fingers.
You clawed at his wrist.
âBut Darâ I-I wanna taste you so bad,â you pleaded.
Daryl grinned and plunged his two fingers deep inside you, holding your hip to the car to keep you from squirming. He nodded to Rick, who took that as his cue to press down on your other side. Together, they had you pinned to the hood and helpless under their touch.
Daryl curled his fingers up and caused you to moan.
âHow bad?â he asked.
âSoââ your voice broke off in a gasp when the pads of his fingers stroked your G spot, âSo bad, Daryl, please.â
You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was savoring every second of this sight: you with your legs spread, begging and pathetic as he and Rick held you down. He probably wouldâve liked to keep you there a little longer, maybe teased and fingerfucked you to the point of tears, but he got the sense that his friends werenât possessed of quite the same patience. Heâd just have to save the overstimulation for later.
Before you knew it, Daryl had given Rick another quick nod, released you from his hold, and pulled you off the carâbefore steadying you back on your feet, facing the vehicle.
Your hands flew out to catch yourself, but, before meeting metal, intercepted Darylâs broad form instead. He took a seat on the front end of the car and caught you in both of his big, calloused palms.
âHow âbout that taste, hm?â He was already starting to unbuckle his pants.
Finally. You promptly started to sink to your knees, when a light slap struck your cheek. You peeked up at its source and found Daryl shaking his head once more.
âStay put,â he instructed as he started to pull his cock out of his boxers, âRickâs gonna fuck thaâ slutty little cunt while ya suck me off, alright?â
It wasnât so much a question as it was a signalâand an effective one at thatâto get Rick off his ass and hurrying to get behind yours. In the next second, you felt a set of warm, calloused hands on your hips and a tender grip tugging you back to meet someoneâs crotch.
Your pussy twitched with the realization of your current predicament: bent over between the two men, with Darylâs cock mere inches from your face and Rickâs member throbbing above your heat. Never once had an image like this materialized in your mindâs wildest fantasies, but now that you were here, stuck between these two with Shane just then drawing closer, you found yourself turned on to no end.
You parted your lips to allow Daryl entry when Rick teased the head of his cock up your slit. You took just the tip of Daryl, trying to stifle a moan, and the man behind you rubbed the length of himself up and down the seam of your cunt to collect all your juices. Another inch of Daryl in your mouth and you were whimpering with the feeblest look up at him, needing Rick inside you too.
Daryl held your gaze and ran a hand over your head.
âLittle slut needs her pussy fucked, does she?â
You nodded, bobbing gently over Darylâs member. You were just preparing to ease him in another inch or two when all of a sudden, the head of his cock jumped to the back of your throat as Rick thrusted into you.
It was far less gentle than youâd expected, sending you deep down Darylâs length and causing you to gag. You hardly had time to adjust, or pull off of the man in front of you to catch your breath, when Rick started pounding you from behind. Rutting his hips, grunting in time with his thrusts, and slapping your ass in quick, ruthless hits. Daryl groaned above you as you had no choice but to deepthroat him again and again.
Shane, ever impatient, approached your free hand and guided it toward his erection. He wrapped your fingers around his cock and helped you stroke him quick, all while your mouth and pussy were presently occupied by Daryl and Rickâs sloppy thrusts.
âYa like gettinâ spitroasted, huh? Like gettinâ fucked in two holes at once?â Shane sneered.
âFuckinâ loves it,â Rick answered for you with a smirk, âNever seen a pussy this wet in my life.â
You imagined all of them could see and hear the arousal oozing from your freshly-fucked cunt, but you sensed no one liked it better than Daryl. The man was entranced with the sight of your form getting fucked from behind, sucking him deeper, looking up through your wet, tear-stained lashes as you let him fuck your face. That pure euphoric look in his eyes was almost like a drugâyou wanted nothing more than to keep it there as long as you could.
Mere minutes later, Rickâs hips were stuttering against your own and his cum was spraying all over your insides. You didnât stop sucking Daryl.
Shane gladly switched places with Rick and took a greedy handful of your hips before pumping his cock once or twice. You flattened your tongue against Darylâs member and took him even further down your throat.
The man behind you was panting, right about to breach your folds when a sight below him held him in place.
Rickâs load was just then starting to dribble out of your pussy, leaving a long white trail of milky residue down your slit.
Shane clenched his jaw.
âStill hungry for more, slut?â he said through gritted teeth. To your surprise, you felt his fingertips trace the outline of your cunt and start moving up toward your other hole.
He was coating your asshole with Rickâs cum, grinning when you flinched.
âThink sheâs ever been fucked in the ass before?â Shane asked the others. He slipped a digit inside your hole and watched you moan on Darylâs dick.
Daryl pulled you off his cock and held you by your hair, your mouth saturated with strings of fresh saliva.
âHave you?â
You swallowed and shook your head. Daryl didnât let his gaze linger on you another second. He signaled to Rick.
âRight there,â he pointed with his chin.
You hardly knew what was going on or where Rick had hastened off to. All you could comprehend was the gruff tone of Darylâs voice telling you to get up, now, and the feel of Shaneâs hands still holding you, guiding you back to your feet. When you didnât move fast enough for his liking, Shane simply swept you up in his arms bridal-style and started carrying you himself.
Over his shoulder, you spied Daryl and Rick exchanging words and the latter placing the blanket youâd worn earlier on the ground. You almost felt tempted to ask Shane what they were planning to do, just starting to speak, when the man brought you over to the spot and set you right down.
The three of them had you circled in an instant.
Before the question could even form on your lips, you watched Daryl join you on the blanket. His smirk was evident.
He patted his lap for you to come straddle him.
When he started to lie down, your hands followed suit, eager to rest on either side of his chest, but another touch held you back. Behind you, Shane had grabbed hold of your hair and turned your head to face him.
âSpit,â he ordered, holding his hand under your chin.
You did as you were told and watched him rub your spit all over his shaft, before bringing his hand up to your face again and repeating his command.
At the same time, Daryl had lifted his hips and was guiding you closer to his cock. Your gaze moved down, then up, then over at Rick with a look of confusion, only to dart back to Daryl when you felt him split you open with a single thrust.
You had just been impaled on Darylâs cock, mind reeling at the stretch and sensation, when you felt two fingers slip between your legs from behind. Daryl gripped your face and brought it down to hisâwouldnât let you look over your shoulder as the other manâs hand started to traverse the contour of your ass.
You were pulled in for a kiss as Daryl bottomed out inside you. Tongue hardly able to keep up with his as moans and whimpers went bubbling up in your throat, you just sat there, straddled him, and let him use your pussy any way he pleased. He snapped his hips and groaned your name between your lips, while the hand that was prodding you from behind finally reached its intended destination.
You yelped into Darylâs mouth the second you felt a full, hefty finger slip inside your ass. Officer Walsh, no doubt.
The two men at your rear all but moaned as your tight little hole contracted around Shaneâs finger and Daryl continued to pound you from below. It was odd, that sharp, disparate feeling of Darylâs cock drilling your pussy while Shaneâs digit pumped a much slower pace in your ass. Your senses had kicked into overdrive, and you couldnât keep from showing your pleasure with every sound that you made.
Shane withdrew just long enough to add another finger, smearing a mixture of cum, spit, and your own juices all over your walls for lubrication. You sensed him moving closer, when Rick grabbed hold of his shoulder.
âGive her a minute,â he muttered.
Shane scoffed, shaking him off.
âLittle whore looks plenty ready to me,â he retorted as he eyed your slick, sensitive hole.
Suddenly, your throat was clasped in Shaneâs big hand and your head pulled tight against his chest. He had taken his cock in his other hand and was angling his length just right to press the head between your cheeks. Daryl had slowed almost completely.
âCâmere.â Daryl beckoned you closer with a tender look. When you leaned down to lay flat on his chest, he smiled, stroked your hair, âJusâ hold on ta me, alright?â
Your walls were already squeezing his cock like a vice and your fingernails making white-hot crescents in his shouldersâyou couldnât hold him tighter if you triedâbut you nodded. You let him kiss you again, felt a little more fit to take his tongue this time, and eased down along his shaft until you were filled to the brim with nothing but him.
That last part changed as soon as Shane thrust into your ass.
You jolted forward and instinctively tried to pull off his cock, but Daryl held you tight. Brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face and started peppering your skin with kisses the louder you whimpered.
âDoinâ so good for us, babyâ takinâ our cocks so well,â he cooed in your ear.
You whined at the fierce burn between your legs as both Daryl and Shane pushed inside you. Rough fucking was one thing, but being penetrated in both holes simultaneously while sandwiched between two men just brought the sensations to entirely new heights. You clawed at Darylâs shoulders and damn near sunk your teeth straight through your bottom lip.
âGood girl,â the man below you mumbled as he watched your face contort in a medley of pleasure and pain, âThaâs my good girl.â
âFuckinâ whore,â Shane spat, shoving his cock even deeper. Clearly not one for tender anal training.
Now it was Daryl going slow and sweet, just barely stirring his cock inside you while Shane slapped your ass and yanked your hips over his own. You saw Rickâs previously-deflated cock grow hard in his hands, and you proceeded to watch him watch you as he stroked himself a few feet away.
You needed another distraction. You caught Rickâs eye and simply licked your lips in silent invitation. He was filling your mouth in a matter of seconds.
With three cocks pumping in and out of you, you felt every bit the fucked-out brat you knew theyâd wanted to claim. Your brain had all but melted to mush in their hands, your body manhandled and fucked every which way while your thoughts yielded, in turn, to pure anoesis.
There was something unusually freeing about being a living, breathing fuckdoll for these three King County cops. You couldnât get enough.
Rick pulled his dick out of your mouth just long enough to slap you with it.
âThis what ya needed?â he teased, tapping the head of his cock on your spit-painted cheeks, âA good fucking in all your holes to make you behave?â
You stuck out your tongue and tried to nod, your body still shaking with every thrust from Daryl and Shane. Instead of pushing back in, Rick simply rubbed his cock all over your face and shot you a look that was soaked to the core with condescension. Somewhere below, Daryl began toying with your clit.
You sucked in a breath between broken moans and clenched harder around both men inside you.
âThink she wants a switch,â Rick grinned.
In a minute, you felt yourself hoisted back upâShane pulling out and Daryl rising swiftly to his feet. Two sets of hands helped maneuver your body to a position youâd never tried, never even seen before as your legs hooked over either one of Darylâs arms and your ass was thrust back. Then, to your relief, it was Rick at your rear this time, rubbing his tip along your red and stretched out hole while your head came to rest on his shoulder.
You were pressed between the men once more and cradled comfortably in their arms. Daryl took care not to rut into you too hard while Rick was still coating your arousal across the hole Shane had just fucked raw.
âShh, shh,â Rickâs lips dropped close to your ear while he pressed a wet finger inside, trying to relubricate the area.
You wiggled and squirmed, a bit too sensitive to keep still at this point, so Shane reached in and took you by the throat.
âHold still,â he snapped. Stroking himself with his free hand.
You watched his eyes drift down to the spot where heâd just been, where Rick was trying to squeeze into, and felt the first real twinge of bliss when you felt the head of his cock tease your entrance. This was softer, even sweet. Paired with Darylâs extra slow thrusts and the sounds all three were making as you spread your legs even wider, you first became aware of a knot in your tummy.
When the warmth of your ass enveloped just the tip of him, you felt it constrict even tighter.
Rick let out a groan and struggled to keep from thrusting too hard. Shane tightened his grip on your neck.
âCâmon now, sugar tits, donât act like you ainât justââ
âShane,â Daryl growled.
Rick didnât stop. You squeezed both cocks and moaned.
âIâm just sayinâ if the slut could fit my cock in andââ
âFuck,â Rick hissed.
You were bouncing in between them now, head lolled back on Rickâs shoulder and hand pressed flush against Darylâs chest. Steeped in pleasure as they stood and fucked you stupid.
Shane continued to tug his cock and stare you down with hungry, possessive eyes.
Darylâs moans turned to shallow grunts while Rickâs breath fanned soft across your cheeks in ragged breaths. You writhed and you grinded between their two bodies, too lost in your own ascent to pleasure to sense anything else. Your skin was wet with a sheen of sweat and both holes all but soaked between the two men. Their cocks plunging in and out at a vicious pace until the coil in your stomach was nearly starting to ache.
âFeelinâ good?â Rick hummed in your ear.
âGettinâ close?â Daryl joined.
Shaneâs hand closed around your throat until your lungs could scarcely breathe and your vision blurred with stars. Making one last strangled moan, you rolled your hips and felt something taut and tight and blisteringly hot break loose across your abdomenâand not just the ropes of cum shooting deep inside you.
Alongside that tiny eruption came a blitz of pleasure unlike anything youâd ever felt before. Your body went haywire, every square inch of your skin alight with ecstasy and your mind going numb in a surge of bliss. You moaned and felt the walls of both holes spasm desperately over Daryl and Rick alike, and suddenly, something far beyond your control seemed ready to tear your body in two.
A beat of silence. Your consciousness gradually returned.
When you opened your eyes, the first thing to grace your sight was Darylâs shining face, grinning ear to ear with the happiest expression.
You blinked and watched him closer.
As your vision adjusted and the world came clearer into view, you caught a glimpse of what seemed to have stretched Darylâs smile so wideâand what had made his features so unusually luminous in this light.
Your eyes widened.
Daryl glanced to Rick, then Shane.
âWho knew sheâd be a squirter?â
Presently, your juices were coating Darylâs face and chest, having spurted straight from your cunt in the throes of climax and spraying all over his front.
Your pussy still clenched and convulsed as the cum from either man went seeping out of both holes.
Even Shane was left speechless, having just milked the last of his own release and watched you come undone in near-pornographic fashion. His chest was still heaving, blinking in disbelief and exchanging sly looks with Daryl and Rick every now and then. Rick pressed a kiss to your shoulder and smiled.
And, just when it seemed any one of you were liable to break that spell of silence with a laugh, the rattle of radio feedback startled you all.
Somewhere amidst the articles of clothing strewn around you, a walkie talkie clipped to one officerâs belt rang loud with the sound of a voice from a neighboring countyâs dispatcher.
âAll available units, high-speed pursuit in progressâ Linden County units request local assistance. Highway 18 eastbound, GTA, ADW, 2-17, 2-4-3. Advise extreme caution.â
All three men stood to attention. Daryl and Rick lowered you quickly to the ground while Shane went scrambling for his clothes.
âSuspects are two male Caucasians. Be advised they have fired upon police officers. One Linden County officer is wounded.â
âShit!â Rick hissed.
âUnit 1, unit 3, to eastbound Route 18. Two miles west of Interstate 85. Will patch in Linden County sheriff radio.â
âIs thaâââ Daryl started.
âWe need to go,â Shane interrupted.
Another voice broke out over the line,
âRoger that. Weâre five minutes south of the Route 18 intersection.â
Daryl tossed you what garments of yours he could find and snatched your arm in a breakneck haste. Before you could so much as slip your shirt over your head, though, you found yourself carted back over to his squad car and pushed toward an open door.
âWhatâsââ
âIâll explain on the way.â
For reasons you couldnât yet understand, you knew this call didnât bode well for any of you. You took one last look at Officer Grimes and felt a twist in your stomach.
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â your boyfriend, satoru, has been raving about you to his best friend, suguru. he finally finds the time to let the two of you get acquainted, and asks you to smile for him â live on camera â
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"S-satoru, what are you doing?" You giggle, shielding your eyes with the back of your hand, trying to blink away the red spot where the bright light hit. "Put the camera away,â you coo, waving your free hand in front of you.
But how can he take your request seriously? Your pussy fluttered around his cock the second his flash turned on, walls still coiling as you squirm underneath his stare.
He's on his feet, eyes lidded, breaths growing ragged and carnal as he watches his cock stretch you out through his phone screen. He thinks youâre so fucking pretty with your legs wrapped around his waist, tits bouncing with every slam of his hips against your ass.
âSmile pretty for me, will ya?â He swats your hand away from your face, interlocking with your fingers as you grip the sheets with your other hand. His slow pace is killing you so hot and so good it makes you roll your eyes back. Hips sticky from a mix of sweat and your own slick, it leaves kisses on your clit as he rams into you balls deep. The intense light shining on you in an otherwise dim room now buried and forgotten with every wet slap of his hips against your pussy.
Youâre almost there, almost there, almostâ
âYo, Satoruâ hm? what's this?â
âWhaâhmmmffuuuck!â you cry out, the sound of someone entering a facetime call rushing you to your high.
âFuck, âs tight!â Your walls flutter around Satoruâs cock, forcing him to release a grunt.
Tears prickle your eyes from the overstimulation â sensations all over the place when youâre met with someoneâs unfamiliar voice coupled with the bright light in your face and the insane heat in your stomach.
âOh? Is that ___? You're even prettier than I imagined."
âS-satoru, hhaaa, who isââ
âShh shh.â Your boyfriend cups your face. His thumb brushes your lower lip before it lightly pushes on, allowing him entry to your mouth. âSo fucking pretty,â Satoru groans, his thumb presses down on your tongue, coating it with your warm, wet, drool.
âFuuuuck, Satoru,â the voice on the other end of the line breathes out.
âWanna say hi?â Satoru asks before flipping his phone, your only source of light being the maxed out brightness of the four corners of his screen.
âIâm Suguru. Nice to meet you ___.â The man you know to be your boyfriendâs best friend shows up on the screen, finally allowing you to attach a face to the name.
Suguruâs camera shakes for a bit. Next thing you know itâs angled down to his waist, rock hard abdomen flexing behind the camera where he begins to whip out his hard, throbbing cock.
âFfuuuck,â Suguru groans at the first pump of his cock. ââm so fucking jealous, I want to fuck that pussy myself.â
âMmmhh,â you moan against Satoruâs thumb, drool dripping on the side of your face. You wonder what it feels like to be fucked on both holes, finding your walls knotting around your boyfriendâs cock at the sight of someone elseâs.
âI think ___ likes you.â Satoru hisses at how tight your walls are clenching. âWhat a little minx, putting on such a good show for my best friend.â
Your muffled moans are in sync with Satoruâs ruthless pace. Pretty soon, you turn into a mewling mess. Your eyebrows furrow from the intense pleasure of how well your boyfriendâs cock stretches your pussy, fucking you through your high. Your eyes, wide-eyed and fixed at Suguru whoâs pumping his fist so fast at the sight of your bouncing tits, at the sight of you creaming, coming undone before him.
For the final act, Satoru decides to paint your top white, sending his own best friend to his own climax painting his top white.
âLetâs do this again sometime?â
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pairing: target!gojo x assassin!fem!reader summary: you've been hired to kill the satoru gojo. how will you pull it off... and what will you do when he figures it out? content: MDNI (18+ only), nsfw, darkish content (all is well in the end), no established relationship, assassins/organized crime, blackmail, mention of a âsuicide missionâ, attempted murder (uhhhh), hidden identity, intended use of sex as a means to an end, mating press, unprotected sex, p->v, creampie, oral (fem!receiving), praise, pet names (gorgeous/sweetheart/baby), slight aftercare. a/n: me đ€ describing gojo as having dimples welcome to my second 1k followers event fic! At this rate tho iâm going to hit 2k before i finish the 1k event LMAO. not that i'm complaining hehe. thank you for being patient and for all the support on my recent works! i really appreciate every ask, comment, follow, reblog, everything. they mean the world to me. check out the rest of my 1k event here. enjoy and remember that ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! creds: twitter template by @cafekitsune wc: 7.8k
âWho?!âÂ
No fucking way. Thereâs no way he just said what you think he said.Â
âYou heard me,â he scowls. He glares at you from across the desk. His seat is one of those cushy little office chairs, of course. Yours is plasticâ cold and hard.
âAre you fucking insane?â you hiss. Thereâs no other explanation for what heâs asking you to do. Heâs lost his fucking mind.Â
âWe have a client willing to pay big money for this. Big money for just an attempt,â he answers.Â
You laugh, but thereâs absolutely nothing funny about this conversation. âOh, Iâm sure you do. Probably because heâs practically invincible. Iâll never even lay a hand on him.âÂ
Your âbossâ, for lack of a better term, only scowls harder, the wrinkles forming near his eyes etching deeper in his skin. âWell, youâd best find a way to make it work. Youâre taking this job. Thatâs final.â You scoff. Maybe you should recommend he see someone⊠âNo. Thereâs no way. Iâm not doing this.â You stand, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. âGet someone else to go on your suicide mission.â You take a couple strides toward the door before two very large men move to block your path.Â
âNot so fast,â your boss calls. You pause, eyeing up your competition. You could definitely take them if you needed to. You sense only a very faint amount of cursed energy coming from each of themâ not even enough to make you blinkâ but something in your bossâs tone makes you turn back.Â
âYes?â You cross your arms over your chest, fingering a blade hidden in your breast pocket.Â
He fiddles around in his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting up right there in his office. You donât try to hide the way your nose scrunches up. âYou want to do this job.âÂ
Your eyes narrow. Something tells you youâre not going to like what comes next. âAnd whyâs that?âÂ
He takes a long puff, letting the smoke flowing out of his lungs with a slow exhale. âBecause otherwise that little brother of yours is gonna beâŠâ he pauses to give you a smile that makes your stomach churn. âHmm⊠a lot smaller, shall we say? Maybe in several limb sized pieces?â
You think your heart stops. Time halts as ice runs through your veins. Nobody knows about your brother. At least, they didnât.Â
Your bossâs smile grows even wider. In all your time as an assassin, youâve never wanted to kill someone more. But you know you canât. Just an attempt on his life will end your brotherâs.Â
âDonât worry. Heâs all tucked away and safe at home where you left him.â Just a tiny piece of your heart thaws with relief. âBut try to run with him, or run yourself, and he wonât be safe much longer.â Your pulse pounds so viciously youâre sure everyone can hear. A bead of sweat rolls down your neck. âNow, will you accept the assignment?âÂ
Your jaw clenches. He got you. In all these years of working for him youâve been careful, meticulous about hiding every piece of your personal life to avoid situations just like this. But he still got you. He got you.Â
âYes,â you breathe. You have no choice. You will either kill Satoru Gojo or you will die trying.Â
âGood,â is all he says, and then youâre being escorted out of the office wondering where the hell you went wrong.Â
~
Itâs been three weeks since that fateful meeting with your boss. True to his word, your brother has remained unharmed, but you see his lackeys lurking around every corner. Neither you nor your brother are truly safe and you never will be again unless you can pull this off and then put together some plan to escape your bossâs clutches.Â
Youâll fail. You know you will. The thought eats you up inside with every waking moment.Â
Youâve done your best to learn every possible piece of information about Satoru Gojo in the past two weeks. You know you canât tail him closelyâ heâd pick up on your cursed energy and notice your incessant presence, so youâve had to study from a distance with only minimal moments of proximity. You know where he works, who he works with, what restaurants, bars, and clubs he frequents and what days of the week he tends to visit. You know what his order is at his favorite ramen restaurant, where he lives, what time he wakes up. Hell, you know what fucking brand of dish soap he uses. He lives a surprisingly⊠predictable lifestyle. He makes no attempt to switch up his schedule or cover his tracks. In any other situation heâd be every assassinâs dream, but this is Satoru Gojo and Satoru Gojo doesnât need to worry about assassinsâ assassins need to worry about him.
It took you the first week to come up with a plan. You had no clue how you were going to get close to him, much less kill him, and his infinity technique was going to prove particularly problematic. How were you supposed to kill him when you couldnât even touch him? You had to get him in a situation in which he would willingly let his guard down for you.Â
Youâd been on the subway when it hit you. Sex. Youâd get him to have sex with you. If you could get him to take you home, heâd have to turn infinity off for at least a short time. That would be your time to strike.Â
Youâd spent the next two weeks primping yourself. Youâd bought the most expensive dress youâd ever owned, got a mani-pedi, whitened your teeth, and spent a small fortune on makeup. Considering your circumstances, you thought your plan was quite a good one. You knew when heâd go out to the bar with his friends, which bar heâd go to, how long heâd stay, how heâd get a taxi home. You also knew when youâd arrive, how long youâd stay, and how youâd get a taxi with himâ everything planned perfectly to best catch his attention. But for all your planning, there was still one thing you didnât know. What kind of woman did Satoru Gojo go for? Someone submissive? Teasing? Aggressive? Playful? In all your time tracking him youâd never seen him take somebody home. It struck you as⊠odd. He was Satoru Gojo, renowned for his power, wealth, and good looksâ surely he had women falling at his feet. Maybe he was just a little more⊠selective. If that was the case youâd have to be even quicker on your feet when you finally met him. And that time is now.Â
Youâre in your bathroom, checking your makeup one last time before heading out the door. Your brother sleeps soundly in the room down the hall, safe for the time being. Youâve contacted a friend, one who is at least willing to try to get him out ifâ whenâ you fail. You doubt it will be enough.
You make your way to his room. A quick peek inside reveals heâs snuggled up with a plushie elephant that he carries around like theyâre attached at the hip. You creep inside, a sad smile on your lips. This may very well be the last time you see him. You brush a stray lock of hair from his eyes and press a kiss to the crown of his head. With one last whispered âI love youâ, youâre out the door. If you linger, you wonât be able to goâ and you have to. For him.Â
The streets of Tokyo are cold tonight, like the weather knows what youâre about to attempt, like itâs preparing for death, for failure. For your failure.
The club you arrive at is upscale, and one where youâve already tipped off the bouncer to let you bypass the line. You hear a few groans from the people behind you as you saunter straight inside.Â
Youâre conscious of every little move from the second you step inside. At any moment, he could see you and it could make or break your entire plan.
You press your shoulders back. You have a planâ stick to it.Â
You make your way over to the bar, weaving your way between groups of people who are somewhere between giggling a little too loudly and tripping over their own feet.Â
You find a free space at the bar and lean up onto your elbows, your eyes screening the bartenders. You smile when you see a familiar face.Â
âHey, Dean,â you call.
He turns and the sight of his friendly green eyes sets you a little more at ease.Â
âOh, shit. Hey!â He slings a towel over his shoulder and comes to stand across from you. âYouâre back,â he says. You nod and smile softly. Ever since youâd determined this would be the place youâd been coming periodically, chatting up the bartenders. The last thing you needed was to stand around in a corner alone with seemingly no friends. That wouldnât attract anyone, much less Satoru Gojo.Â
Out of all the bartenders, Dean was your favoriteâ and youâd been oh so happy to learn that his schedule put him on every Friday night.Â
âYeah. Long day at work.âÂ
A smile pulls at his lips, but thereâs a hint of sympathy in his eyes. âThe usual, then?âÂ
You nod solemnly. âThatâd be great. Thanks.âÂ
You watch him prepare the drink for you, feeling a little bad that itâs all a lie. Thereâs no bad day at work, you didnât just happen to come in here one day and strike up a conversation with him. All of this is premeditated, planned, and it feels⊠lonely. It feels lonely to know that on what is probably your last night on earth you are surrounded by people who only think they know you.Â
âSo, anything new happening?â Dean drops your drink in front of you and you have a feeling itâs filled with a little more vodka than heâs supposed to put in there.Â
Your eyes shift around the bar as subtly as you can manage. As much as you want to seem like you fit in, you also need to find Gojo. Itâs a fine balance.Â
You shrug. âYeah, I guess I just feel like a lot of things are going to be changing for me pretty soon.âÂ
His brows pull together and the look he gives you is one of genuine interest and concern. It makes your heart wrench. âHow so?âÂ
You swallow. âDunno. Just⊠everything.â
Thereâs a moment of silence and then the tapping of a finger on your glass. âDamn, girl. Drink up. You need it.âÂ
You canât help but smile. You have a feeling that Dean would have been a good friend of yours in another life.Â
You take his advice, though, and bring your drink to your lips and force a smile. You canât be mopingâ not tonight.Â
The next twenty minutes are spent with Dean. Even when heâs making other drinks heâs still chatting with you, still being a good⊠friend. You dread leaving your little haven at the bar. The time is coming when youâll have to seek out your target.
Youâre shocked when itâs the other way around.Â
âHey, gorgeous.â Thereâs a light brush on your shoulder and you turn. It takes all you have to keep your features schooled and calm. Satoru fucking Gojo just tapped your shoulder.Â
Nothing prepared you for how handsome he is up close. All those days of research, of tracking and tailingâ none of it does the real thing justice. Even with those stupid sunglasses inside⊠heâs fucking beautiful. âIâll pay for all of your drinks tonight if you let me skip this hideous line,â he whines.Â
You give yourself no more than a second to recover. You school your features into a smirk. You glance at Dean with an âis this okay?â look. He just smiles and shrugs.Â
You turn back to Gojo, bracing yourself this time for the beauty youâre about to face. You meet his gaze and know you could get lost in it. âBe my guest.âÂ
His smile nearly blinds you and his dimples nearly make you pass out. Still, you keep your cool.Â
âYesssss!â He looks like a puppy just offered a bone.Â
He spills his drink order to Dean and itâs far more than could possibly be just for him. Heâs here with his friends, then. Probably the blonde man who always looks too tired to be here and the girl with the brown hair who always seems like sheâs just along for the ride.Â
You bite your lip to hide a laugh when he orders himself two strawberry daiquiris. Somehow you still catch his attention.Â
âWhat?â he pouts. You canât help but feel a small stirring of surprise in your gut. Heâs far more⊠relaxed than youâd expected him to be. Heâs almost⊠childish?Â
You press your lips together and shake your head. Youâve reached the point where your research canât take you any further. From this point on, itâs up to you to discover what Satoru Gojo likes in a woman.Â
You debate how to answer. Play coy? Tease him? Stay silent? Any option could be as correct as the next. You didnât know where to start⊠so maybe youâd just start by being yourself.Â
âJust, um⊠not the order I was expecting,â you laugh. Itâs halfway genuine. With the way heâs acting, itâs hard to remember that heâs the most powerful man alive.Â
His pout only intensifies. âWell, whatâs your order?âÂ
His question is answered when Dean sets another cosmopolitan in front of you. You laugh. âNever said I was judging, just that it wasnât what I expected.âÂ
Another smile tugs at his lips and something stirs in your gut that you try your very hardest to ignore. This was a job. There was no room for actually enjoying it. This man was probably going to kill you later, in a matter of hours.Â
Thereâs a beat of silence, and then a slight shift in his demeanor. He leans closer and you see a twitch of his lips. Your heart jumps.Â
âYouâre a sorcerer,â he says.Â
You hold back an exhale of relief. You thought he might be onto you. If he is, heâs choosing not to reveal it yet.Â
You nod and take what you hope is a casual sip of your drink. âAnd youâre Satoru Gojo.âÂ
A brow arches high enough for you to see it over his sunglasses. âYou know who I am?âÂ
You force a chuckle, smirking despite the pounding of your heart. âWho doesnât?âÂ
Youâd decided long ago to tell him that you knew exactly who he was. It would seem more suspicious for a fellow sorcerer to have no idea what the Satoru Gojo looked like.Â
He flashes you a smile full of white and stupidly fucking perfect teeth. âThatâs true, heh.â You press your lips together to avoid a smile. Not too humble, thenâŠÂ
âSo, whatâs your techniqueâÂ
You shoot him a glance that questions his sanity. Asking a sorcerer what their technique is⊠is personal. Itâs not information you give out to a rando at the barâ even if it is Satoru Gojo.
âWouldnât you like to know.â You take another sip of your drink, trying your hardest to remain somewhere on the border or interested and casual.Â
âBet I could find out.âÂ
That makes you turn fully, angling your body toward his. âOh yeah? You challenging me to a fight?â You smirk and shake your head. âIâll pass.âÂ
He pouts again, but you see a hint of a smile peeking through. âAw, come on. Thatâs no funâŠâÂ
You chuckle and take another sip of your drink. Youâre not sure youâre sipping just for appearances anymore. You think you probably just need a little liquid courage to see this thing through. âSorry. I value my life.âÂ
You watch as he slides his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, just enough for you to get a glimpse of whatâs behind. You nearly choke again and this time you donât manage to hide your nervous swallow when he smirks.Â
âYouâre so sure youâd lose?â His voice is teasing now and you hate that itâs actually having an effect on you. Job, job, job, just a jobâŠÂ
You clear your throat. âI like to think Iâm not stupid enough to think that I could win.âÂ
His eyes are blueâ so fucking blueâ and you feel like heâs seeing straight into your soul. Can he see? Can he see your filthy intentions? Your plotting? The rottenness of what youâre going to do? âWhat if I promise to take it real easy on you?âÂ
Your drink is forgotten now. Youâre lost in what heâs sayingâ in him. âNo thanks.â Your voice is growing lower and you feel like thereâs some magnet forcing you to lean into him, to seek his warmth.Â
âSo you like it rough, then.â The trance is broken and your blood runs hot. Holy shit. This man is flirting with you and you hardly even had to try. He's trying to take you home. Little does he know, youâre a sure thing.Â
You watch as he throws back the rest of his strawberry daiquiri with a pleased âahhhâ at the end. When he turns back to you his eyes have a certain spark in them that makes your thighs press together. âYou wanna dance with me?âÂ
Fuck. This is going too well to be real. But youâre not about to pass up a good deal.Â
âWhat about your friends?â you ask and eye the several untouched drinks still left on the bar. Itâs riskyâ giving him an out, but you canât seem too eager.
He follows your gaze only to bounce his eyes straight back to you. âIâm sure theyâll get a look at ya and understand.âÂ
The smirk heâs giving you is making electricity shoot straight between your legs. Damn. You really wish you didnât have to kill himâ or at least try to.Â
When he extends his hand you only hesitate for a second. Your heart leaps when you feel his skin on yours, knowing heâs let infinity down. He pulls you onto the dancefloor and itâs not long before heâs running his hands all over youâ groping your ass, pinching your thighs, nipping at your neck. Pretty soon the dancefloor evolves to a dark corner of the club with his lips on yours and goddamn heâs a good kisser. Youâve got your fingers in his hair and his hand way too close to your boobs when he whispers those fateful wordsâ âletâs get out of here.â
You can only hide your swallow and nod before heâs pulling you through the crowd, leaving the club behind. He hauls you both into the backseat of a taxi and the doorâs barely closed before heâs all over you again. You think you hear the taxi driver mutter something about âstaining the seatsâ but youâre too far gone to give a shit.Â
Fuck, he feels good. Heâs kisses you like heâs starved and your lips are the fountain of fucking life, like heâs never felt something so good and now he canât get enough. And, god, heâs handsy. Youâre forever grateful to your past self for discreetly hiding your blade in your braâ he would have felt a holster on your thigh at least ten times over by now.Â
He groans when you arrive at what you know is his apartment building, though you donât let on that you recognize the place in the slightest. The look on his face makes you think heâs feeling actual physical pain at the prospect of having to peel away from you for even a second. Nonetheless, he tosses a wad of cash at the taxi driver and pulls you straight inside.
He canât even wait for the elevator to come, groping your waist right there in the lobby and then when the elevator finally does come, shoving you up against the metal wall a licking stripe across your collarbone.Â
You canât deny how nice it feels to be so desperately⊠wanted. Never once has a man made you feel this wayâ so consumed by him, him, him. Once again you curse the universe that youâre here with a mission other than getting laid.Â
You find yourself giggling when he pulls you out of the elevator and presses his palm to a fucking scanner to get into his apartment. You try to pull yourself together, but when he laughs with you, you canât help but melt into him a little more.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind you, heâs got you up against another wall with your legs wrapped around his waist and his face buried in your neck. His sunglasses are long gone and you pull at his shirt, popping the buttons straight off the fabric until you slide the shirt down his shoulders and onto the floor.
âThat was Versace,â he whines.Â
You plaster your lips to his. âI donât care.â All he does is chuckle.Â
âSo gorgeousâŠâ he breathes and your head slumps back against the wall, giving him better access to the soft skin of your neck. Any minute now. Any minute heâs going to start stripping your clothes off and youâre going to have to let this charade crumble. You donât want to. Heâs practically worshiping you. Itâs perfect, itâs amazing, and you donât want it to end.Â
His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass and suddenly youâre moving againâ moving, moving, moving until your back is bouncing against the softness of a mattress and youâre fucking giggling again like a lovesick idiot. Maybe youâd had a few too many sips of those cosmopolitans.Â
Heâs smiling as he crawls over you and the sight makes your heart flutter with both lust and terror. Lust because heâs so fucking beautiful and terror because you know that any moment now youâre going to attempt to end that beauty forever.Â
A lump forms in your throat and you try unsuccessfully to swallow it. You have to do this, have to try. Thereâs no other way, no other option. Not for you.
Your thoughts must not have been as perfectly concealed as youâd thought because he quirks a brow. âSomething goinâ on up here?â His lips slide across your temple in a touch that feels far too tender for a hookup. âDonât worry, baby. Itâll fit.â He snickers at his own joke before burying himself in your neck. His hand slides down your side, pressing you up into him until you can feel every curve and cut of his muscles.Â
You bite your lip. Youâve already slipped enough for him to notice your nervesâ you canât let it happen again. You have to do it soon. Now. As soon as you see an opportunity you have to strike. You have to.Â
You arch up into him, scratching your fingers down his back, trying to seem as invested in the moment as you can. He gets greedier, leaving open-mouthed kiss down your neck, across your collarbone. You nearly freeze up when he kisses low into the valley of your breastsâ as low as your dress allows. Then he moves over your clothes, kissing down your stomach as his hands rub your thighs.Â
Now. Now, while heâs not looking.
You slide a hand into his hair and another up to your chest, trying to play it off like youâre touching yourself. You sneak your fingers into your bra, feeling the cool metal of your blade glide across your thumb. Now.Â
You fist your fingers in his hair, holding his head down as best you can while you arc the blade toward his neck. Just one good hit, pleaseâŠÂ
You think youâre going to strike trueâ youâre so closeâ and then a firm hand wraps around your wrist, stalling your attack just as it was about to land.Â
Fuck.Â
He doesnât look up right away, but you hear him sigh, feel his hot breath fanning over your thighs and stomach. When he finally does look up itâs with the eyes of a teacher whoâs disappointed his student didnât do their homework.Â
âCome on now, baby. I was really hoping youâd forget about all this and we could just have a good night togetherâŠâ Heâs pouting, whining, like a child whoâs been told he canât have dessert before dinner. Your shock stills you long enough that he easily maneuvers the blade from your hand, throwing it with a thwack into the wall to his right. It lands perfectly.Â
This is it. Youâre going to die now. But not without a fight.Â
You spring up from the bed, kicking him a couple times in the process. Youâve missed your only chance. Now, if thereâs even the slightest chance of escape, you have to take it.Â
You bare feet hit the carpet. No time to find your shoes. You dart for the door and hear him groan behind you. For a second you think you might actually make it, but you should know better.Â
He appears in front of you, straight out of fucking thin air, and his pout has transformed into something a little more sinister. âCome on, gorgeous. Letâs talk it out, yeah?âÂ
You take a shaky step back, but you know itâs no use. Heâs got you. Itâs over.Â
You swallow and lift your chinâ you at least want to die with a little dignity. âJust make it quick. Please.âÂ
He sighs again and slides his hands in his fucking pockets, like this is just a stroll down the street. He stalks toward you, forcing you back until youâre pressed up against another wall. This motherfucker really likes walls.Â
His pout shifts to a smirk that borders far too closely on a grin. âOh, no. Iâve always had a thing for taking it slow.âÂ
You nearly snort. He certainly hadnât had a thing for taking it slow just a minute ago. His arms cage you and your world grows infinitely smaller until itâs just him and those blue-ass eyes staring you down. Some distant part of you thinks you might not mind if itâs the last thing you ever see.Â
âDamn, I really thought you might give it up and just let me fuck you,â his pout returns. âSo disappointingâŠâ he sighs.Â
Your lips part. âYou knew?âÂ
That lights his face up like a Christmas tree. âSensed you tailing me these past few weeks. Started on theeeeeâ 21st, no?âÂ
Fuck. Youâd been so careful. Youâd only tailed him in public spaces, where your energy would be more diluted by the crowds. Youâd stayed far enough away that he should only have caught mere glimpses of you, even suppressed your energy. He should not have been able to sense you. But he was Satoru Gojoâ things people were not supposed to be able to do came easily to him.Â
But you have one thing on him.Â
âThe 18th,â you whisper. âStarted on the 18th.â
Thereâs a beat of silence and then his smile is growing wider, wider, wider, until itâs practically blinding you. âWell, shit,â he laughs. âYouâre pretty good.âÂ
You let a tiny smile slip through your terror. âI try.âÂ
His eyes travel up and down your body, his pout slipping away to a frown. âWhat to do with you⊠hmmâŠâ You lift your chin, taking shallow little breaths through your nose. Youâre looking death in the face, but youâd never thought it would be so beautiful. He sighs. âI guess I could let you go.âÂ
You freeze. He notices.Â
He quirks a brow, another smirk sliding across his lips. âWhat? Didnât think that was an option?â You stay silent. No way heâll let you go. Itâs a bluff. A cruel trick. âItâs not like you could try again, gorgeous. I know your energy now and what you look like. Sorry, but your chance is gone.â That was fine by you. Your breaths come a little heavier, hope pulsing in your veins. âButââ shit. âLetting you go is so⊠boring. Especially after where we left off, yeah?âÂ
Your jaw drops. âYou cannot seriously be suggesting that weââÂ
He cuts you off with a kiss, one that makes your toes curl in the carpet and your stomach clench in anticipation.Â
âOh, yes I am,â he chuckles. You feel his hand sliding down your hip, cool and calculating. âI know you werenât faking the whole thing, gorgeous. Nobody makes out like that when theyâre faking it.â You feel your cheeks heat. âAnd nobody gets this wet-â his fingers snake beneath your skirt, pressing to the wet patch on your panties. âWhen theyâre faking it.â You gasp and reach out, hands clasping onto his shoulders for support. He only chuckles. âNo worries, gorgeous. No need for any more faking tonight. Iâll make sure itâs all real.âÂ
Somehow youâve got your legs wrapped around his waist again and youâre headed to the bedroomâ again. Itâs like a replayâ a redo.Â
âLetâs keep it less killy this time, yeah?âÂ
Your back hits the mattress, your body bouncing lightly on its softness before heâs crawling after you. Itâs simultaneously the best and worst deja vu youâve ever experienced.Â
His hands slide down your body again, fingertips hooking beneath the hem of your skirt and shimmying it up your thighs until your panties are on full display.Â
âShit,â you breathe. Heâs moving so fast, like heâs desperate to go further, to get his greedy hands all over your bare skin.Â
You canât say you blame him. You feel the same.
His thumbs hook under the fabric of your panties and you know itâs over for you. You can feel his warm breath skating across your thighs, feel the calluses on his hands scraping against your skin. You reach a hand down, tangling it in his hair, and you nearly faint when he smirks and looks up at you with those blue fucking eyes.Â
âI think Iâve seen this film before, sweetheart.â He tilts his head, resting his cheek on the plush of your thigh. âNo more knives hiding anywhere, yeah?âÂ
You clench your jaw, trying to control your pounding heart. You canât believe youâre doing this. Why are you doing this? You wish you had a better answer than heâs beautiful and sexy and just a glance at him makes you want to rip his clothes off and climb him like a tree.Â
âSilent, hm? Guess Iâll just have to check myselfâŠâÂ
Heâs pressing up the hem up your skirt, more, more, more, until heâs pulling your dress straight up over your arms and running his hands down your bare sides.Â
âNone thereâŠâ His fingers cup your breast and you gasp, unable to contain your shock and the jolt that just rushed through you. He traces the outline of your bra. âYou had the last one in here, no?â Your chest heaves under his touch, pressing the flesh of your breast up into his fingers. He smirks. âBest check again.â You feel an arm slide beneath you back and then your bra loosens before itâs completely gone.Â
Thereâs a beat of silence, of admiration. He gazes down on you and you see his snark falter for just a moment, replaced by a sparkle in his eyes. It makes your skin heat. His fingers brush the swell of your breasts, thumb trailing down over a nipple. You arch and gasp again.Â
âFuck. Quit teasing so much.âÂ
He chuckles and the sound washes over you until it settles in your bones. âSush. Iâm not done checking for weapons yet.âÂ
You scowl but before you can even move to open your mouth heâs sliding your panties down your legs, hooking them around your ankles and tossing them somewhere on the floor.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips and you watch him settle himself down between your thighs, eyes never once leaving your center. âDonât see any knives here, either, but maybe I should double-checkâŠâ he breathes.Â
He hooks your legs over his shoulders and you shudder, your breaths shaky. Fuck. You were supposed to kill him tonight but if he keeps going like this youâll be the one deceased.Â
He meets your eyes when he takes the first long lick along your folds. You swear heâs smirking.
Your head rolls back and a pathetic sounding groan slips past your lips. You hadnât realized how much heâd worked you up. Just the slightest touch feels like heaven.
His tongue nudges at your clits and your legs clench, tightening around his head. He laughs into your cunt and his warm breath skates up and over your tummy. Your fingernails scrape his scalp.
âI think you like this, gorgeous.âÂ
Each word sends little puffs of air against your folds. Itâs driving you crazy. You stare down at him, letting a smirk pull at your lips. Your eyes dart over his mouth, wet with your slick, and you donât fail to notice the way heâs struggling to hold your gaze, eyes flickering back down to your cunt every second. Your smirk grows. âI think youâre liking this, too.âÂ
He licks another stripe, from you pulsing hole to your throbbing clit, and this time heâs the one groaning. âDamn right I am.â
He eats you out like he kisses youâ like a starved man, like heâll die if he stops for just one second, like he canât live without your juices on his tongue.Â
You whine and bury both hands in his hair, tugging desperately when his lips wrap around you clit and suck. Itâs so much, too much, and yet itâs just right.Â
Your hips buck and squirm, but heâs got his fingers pressed deep into your flesh, holding you down to take whatever he gives. You think you see heaven when he slides two fingers into your walls, curling them into that gummy spot that has an unbearable heat building deep inside you.Â
âS-Satoru-â you stutter and you hear him moan and mutter into your cunt like heâs unwilling to leave it for even a second.
âFuck, yes. Say my name, sweetheart.â Who are you to deny him? You whisper, whine, and whimper his name with every thrust of his fingers, every lick of his tongue. Itâs delicious. Every so often he swaps his mouth and hand, thrusting his tongue as deep inside you as he can while his fingers rub dangerous little circles on your clit. Whenever things get a little too filthy he laps his tongue across your entire cunt and along your inner thighs, cleaning up every stray drop. You donât know how much longer you can last under such a complete and total assault.Â
âS-Satoru, âm gonna-â He licks a thick stripe through your folds that makes your sentence end in a whine, his lips settling to suckle on your clit again.
God, itâs messy. Itâs fucking disgusting. His whole chin is covered in spit and slickâ and you love it. âCum for me, baby,â he breathes.Â
You donât need to hear much more. You let the heat inside you release with a whine, thighs trembling on his shoulders. Your walls pulse and throb around his fingers, sucking him in and never wanting him to leave. His tongue continues to rub lazy circles around your clit, working you through your high and making it last so long you think you might pass out.
Warmth spreads from the top of your head to the tips of your toes and your muscles tense and clench with each pulsing throb. You swear to god you see fucking stars.
It seems to go on forever, leaving you limp and shaking when the last waves finally slip away.Â
He presses a final kiss to your clit, one that makes your hips jolt from the overstimulation before heâs lifting himself up. âWow. That looked like a big one,â he chuckles. He runs a soothing hand along your thigh and you donât even have the energy to give him some sort of snarky reply. Thereâs hardly even a pause before something shifts in his eyes. âLetâs see if we can get one thatâs even bigger, yeah?âÂ
Before you can even process what heâs said you feel strong hands slide under your thighs, pressing them tightly to your chest as he settles himself close to you
You grasp at the sheets, hearing the clinking of a belt buckle and then the familiar pitch of a zipper being undone.Â
âFuck,â you mutter. Heâs big. Long and pretty and with a perfectly flushed tip. Your eyes are rolling back just thinking about having him inside you.
A strong hand smooths along your thighs, folding you in a way that feels more vulnerable and exposing than anything youâve ever done before. He pauses for a beat, just staring down at you silently.
âGorgeous,â he finally mutters, and something in your heart squeezes. His hand grips your hip firmly, holding you in place and you gasp when you feel him prodding at your entrance. Itâs pathetic. Youâre pathetic. Big bad assassin turned simpering little bitch over some good Gojo dick.Â
âJust relaxxxxx, baby.â His hand rubs soothing little circles into your side and itâs so divinely distracting that it catches you by surprise when he starts pushing into you. You gasp and he only chuckles. Asshole.Â
Heâs bigâ really big â and the stretch is somehow both painful and perfect. You groan into the air, struggling to take him. Every inch feels like it must be the last, but then thereâs more. Your walls clench around him on instinct, trying to force him out.Â
âFuck, baby. What did I say about relaxing?â You hiss when his hand skates down your tummy to rub messy circles on your clit. The relief is instant and you moan when you feel him slide in a little further. âThere we go. Good girl.âÂ
He continues feeding his dick into you, inch by inch, until his hips finally press to yours and you think you can feel him in your fucking throat. You hear him exhale, like itâs a relief to finally be fully inside you, like heâs been waiting for ages.Â
You expect him to not hold back, to let himself go and pound into you relentlessly, but he doesnât. He only leans down closer to you, settling in when he starts a pace of slow, sensual thrusts. His brows pinch, his eyes hardened in concentration.
âAh, fuck. Youâre so tight.âÂ
You want to shoot something back at him, but youâre hardly remembering to breathe with how deep heâs sliding into you. Instead, you just end up holding him tighter, your eyes fluttering shut.Â
Lips dust across your cheeks, just below your lashes. âKeep your eyes open, gorgeous. Wanna see you.âÂ
You blink, thinking that itâs a notion that feels a little too intimate for a hookup. Regardless, you do as he wants, opening your eyes and holding his gaze.
A smile splits his lips and he presses his forehead to yours, picking up the pace of his thrusts. Itâs not long before the sound of skin on skin fills the room and youâre both panting. His breath skates across your skin, hot and heavy, hitching with the groans and whines that spill from his chest. You canât help but pull him closer, raking your nails down his back hard enough to leave marks. The action makes him emit a noise you can only describe as a desperate whimper. âFuck, baby. Yes.âÂ
His lips press to yours in a kiss thatâs all desperation and teeth and tongue. You kiss him back with equal intensity, your body rocking with each heavy thrust. Heâs pounding into you now, frantic for more, more, more of you. You want him to take it, take all of you.Â
A familiar heat pinches in your stomach and you know it wonât be long before heâs pushing you to another release. His dick drags in and out of you, prodding at the gummy spot inside you with every thrust and brushing so deliciously against your cervix that you canât stop the moans spilling from your lips. It has you seeing stars again, has you clawing at him and panting into his mouth.Â
âSatoru⊠harder,â you breathe. You need moreâ more of everything, of him.Â
He groans. âYou got it, gorgeous.âÂ
His hips slam into you and itâs so perfect that you canât help but whimper beneath him. It only gets worse when you feel his fingers on your clit again, hand pressed between your bodies. âCum on my dick, baby.â Your eyes roll back, that coil inside you rolling tighter. You feel his muscles tensing and shaking above you and you know heâs close, too. âWhere do you want it?â he asks, and from the pinched look on his face you can tell exactly where he wants it. You know youâre an idiot for feeling the same.Â
âInside,â you breathe. He groans so loudly it rattles in your ears.
âThatâs my girl,â he says, but itâs nearly a whisper with how strained it is. His hand continues at your clit, rubbing perfect little circles that make your legs tremble where theyâre pressed against your chest. Your jaw hangs open, but you donât dare close your eyes. Satoru is still holding your gaze intently, desperately, like he needs to see you. The thought throws you over the edge.
You cry his name, clawing at his shoulder and shaking like a leaf as you feel yourself gush and pulse all over his dick. For the second time that evening you feel the heat inside you swell and burst, washing through you in waves that nearly consume you whole. Itâs a struggle to hold his eyes, to not let them roll back into your skull and give into the pure ecstasy of your highâ especially when heâs cumming, too. You can hear him moaning in your ear, feel him twitching inside you, feel his hot cum coating your walls and thereâs just so fucking much of it. You swear he cums for a minute straight before he slumps down onto you, burying his face in your neck as you pant.Â
Youâre shaking and so is he, breaths heaving in and out. Reality slowly starts to seep back in, even with his dick still softening inside you and his cum leaking down your thighs.Â
You tried to kill him. You failed. You had sex. Now what? Would he really let you go like heâd said he would? You wanted to believe it, but life hadnât taught you to be that trusting. You should move, untangle yourself from him and escape before he has time to change his mind.Â
âYou assassins are always thinking so hard,â He mumbles into the curve of your neck. âMaybe you should try to relax for once.â
You swallow when you feel him pressing his lips to your throat, trailing up to your jaw. Itâs⊠tender, gentle, and it feels so nice. You canât help the way you melt into the touch a bit. You feel him smile into your skin. âThere we go.â
His hand settles on your waist, rubbing soothing little circles that send a jolt of urgency up your spine. No. Youâre enjoying thisâ being close to him, laying here with him, breathing him in. Thatâs not what this is supposed to be.Â
You tense again, shifting to get away from him, but he only sighs and presses his weight onto you.Â
âCome on, gorgeous. No need to leave so soon. Just stay for a bit, yeah?â He nibbles at your jaw, but it doesnât work this time. You have to go. Youâve failed your mission. You donât know what that means for your brother. Youâd never thought this would have an ending besides your death.Â
âI have to go,â you mutter, pushing at his chest.Â
He chuckles, but you donât miss the strain and⊠hurt? âGot something more important than trying to kill me?âÂ
You clench your teeth, trying once again to shove him away. âYes, actually.âÂ
He finally pulls back to meet your gaze, brows slightly pinched. âLike what?âÂ
You push in earnest now, anger and panic rising in your gut. You have to go, have to check on your brother, have to figure out what youâre going to do. âThatâs really none of your business,â you seethe.Â
You go for another shove, but strong hands clasp around your wrists, pinning them to the bed. His expression has gone flat now, serious. âActually, I think itâs completely my business. You going to report your failure? Should I expect another assassin soon?â
You scowl, tugging at his grasp and trying to free yourself. âYeah, probably. Heâs an insufferable idiot. I told him it wouldnât work and it didnât, but I donât doubt heâll send another.âÂ
His face cracks, his brows pulling together again. âIf you knew it wouldnât work then whyâd you take the job?âÂ
You struggle again, less angry and more desperate now. âBecause heâs got my fucking brother at gunpoint and Iâve got to figure out how the fuck Iâm going to save him!â you shout.
Thereâs silence for a long momentâ a long, uncomfortable beat of itâ and then his expression softens into something⊠tender. It sends a chill up your spine. Satoru Gojo was never supposed to be tender with you, and thatâs all heâs been.Â
âIâll save him,â he says. Your heart jumps and his grip on your wrists loosens, allowing you to slip free.Â
âWhat?â you breathe. He sits back, allowing you to prop yourself up into a slightly less vulnerable position.Â
He exhales slowly, but you donât miss the way his hand settles on your bare thigh, a comforting weight. âIâll save your brother and then Iâll take care of your boss.â A smirk creeps across his lips. âWhat? Donât think I can do it?â
You stare blankly, lips parted. Thereâs no doubt he can do it, but thatâs not the question swirling in your mind.Â
âWhy would you help me?â Youâd tried to kill the man. You couldnât make heads or tails of a reason why heâd go out of his way to help you.Â
He chuckles. âWell, in case you didnât know, Iâm a hero of sorts.â You have to fight not to roll your eyes. âAnd⊠thereâs something I want from you.âÂ
There it isâ the catch. He wants something. You have no idea what you could possibly have to give him, but youâre willing for it to be just about anything. You narrow your eyes. âWhat?âÂ
He grins, but you can see the glint of mischief in his gaze. His hand slides further up your thigh, up your side, over your shoulder, until it rests at the nape of your neck and his face is only inches from your own. âWhatâs your number, gorgeous?â
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