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He was running late for school, Danny groans, it was a new one too!
Jazz had recently moved to Gotham and assured their parents that Danny would always be welcome. He still lives in Amity Park with his parents, but thankfully, they changed their mind and now he gets to attend Gotham Academy.
(Yes they know of his powers, knew he'd be back not even 30 min after school. What worried them was that, if anything happened to Danny, they wouldn't be able to reach him immediately.
That's when Jazz came in in clutch. She told them excitedly about her internship in Gotham, of the university she would attend and learn at.
Their parents helped set up her new apartment and sent her money to help, while Jazz also worked part time. But with Jazz there, Danny got to attend the academy now, too.)
So here is, first day of a new school and already late.
And then the impossible happened, because Danny bumped onto someone.
Why was this impossible you ask?
Danny was flying to school. He is in midair. Alone. The alone part is now debatable.
His head shoots up, and green eyes meet blue ones.
That's how a ghost meets an alien.
#the fentons actually are quite wealthy but literally burn the money so fast as it comes#they dont need the money to contiue their research its however a plus to gain it along the way#theyre fully aware of their finances and alr made a trust fund for their kids#theyre no mansons okay#definitely not upper class or smth#just slightly (definitely) more wealthy than the regular family#scientist couple? alr rich rich#thats jon btw#jon attends gotham academy with damian#they both literally got now company on the way to school and after#dcxdp#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#fic prompt#writing prompt#dc x dp prompt#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc prompt
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D.
After spending three hours at a cafĂ©, her trying every donut flavor and him drinking coffee, theyâre eventually kicked out. The place is closing and the teenage barista isnât impressed with their behavior.
He drops her off at her apartment like a true gentleman. They stand in front of her locked door as she (secretly) takes her sweet time fishing her keys out of her purse.
It isnât clear who leans in first. Somehow, it feels like they meet right in the middle.
This isnât normal for her. She rarely makes a move on the first date, but then again, she already made a move the night they met.
Somehow, allowing him into her place, shedding clothes and laughing about bumping into furniture, feels natural. He finds her bedroom right away, hooks a hand around her thigh and lifts.
He carries her to the bed, falling onto her soft comforter, Matt on top of her. He tastes like roasted hazelnuts and sugar. She tells him that when he pulls his shirt off and wowâŠ
Wow, the firefighting physique is so damn impressive. Sheâs convinced sheâs drooling.
Maybe sheâs dreaming? Maybe she never found the courage to track Matt down at Mollyâs.
She hadnât planned on showing up there. When she turned Casey down, she meant it. Yes, heâs great, but sheâs cursed. Everything she touches turns to dust when it comes to romance. Destroying him isnât an option.
Or so she thought.
The truth is, she wanted to say yes, but felt like it wouldnât make her look good. Sheâs new to the paramedic game and dating (or whatever) a well respected lieutenant might make her look desperate. Worse, all her future accomplishments will be diminished since sheâs with Matt.
Her plan goes to shit because her co-worker's suck. Theyâre bad humans who donât respect her and here she is, not going after Matt Casey for them. They donât deserve that.
She was so sick of men treating her like scum. Casey never did that. Heâs so good so she decides screw it, she wants to surround herself in something positive and good.
Now, admiring the ridiculously good view, she thinks Rosales and his crew of pervs are obsolete.
âAre we moving too fast?â He asks.
Not fast enough.
She sheds his belt, grabbing his hips and pulling his whole weight down on her.
Sheâs pretty certain she blacks out from ecstasy because next thing she knows, sheâs waking up in her bedroom, tangled in sheets and still damp from last nights activities.
She stretches her arms out, hands landing on her rumpled comforter and not Matt.
Wait.
Sylvie lifts her head from the pillow and sure enough, Mattâs not snoring next to her.
Oh my god. Did he ditch her? He didnât seem like the type to do that, but who knows. Maybe she misread the whole situation to begin with and he was under the impression this was a one-night thing.
She combs her frizzy hair away from her face, frowning. She didnât just want a one-night stand. Hell, she was contemplating moving to New York over a kiss.
Now, that kiss seems innocent compared to last nights events.
Dang it.
She collapses into her pillow, groaning a little into the fabric. How is she supposed to forget last night?
Sheâs drifting somewhere between almost asleep and awake when she hears her coffee maker ding.
She lives alone.
âGood morning.â
She lifts her head, rubbing her eyes. Mattâs sitting on the edge of her bed, two coffee mugs in hand. Heâs fully clothed and looks like heâs been up awhile.
She blinks, hard. âYouâre still here?â
âYeah, of course,â he replies. He sets both full mugs on her nightstand. âDid you think I snuck out?â
She really really did. Thank god she was wrong. She pushes herself up right, leaning against her velvet headboard. âWell, you werenât next to me soâŠâ
âI made coffee,â he explains. âI hope thatâs okay.â
Like that wouldnât be okay? He made her morning coffee in bed. Thatâs heavenly. âYeah, thatâs okay.â
He places her drink in her hands. âBased on the amount of coffee creamers and sugars you hadâŠI took a gamble on how you like it. If it sucks, I can make a new cup.â
She brings the mug to her lips, sipping the warm drink. Holy cow. Sheâs never made her coffee this good before. She adds secret coffee wizard to the many appealing qualities Matt has.
âThis is so good,â she hums, eyes closed. âThank you.â
âGlad you like it,â he replies. His hand brushes against her under eye with a feather like touch. âYou have some mascara on your face.â
Of course she does. Itâs not like she had time to wipe her make up.
âI have a construction job in an hour so I have to go soon.â
Right, they canât live in this magical bubble forever. They both have lives.
âOkay.â
What does that mean for them? Is he leaving and thatâs it? Does he want to see her again? Was last night a onetime thing?
Sylvie plays with the tag on one of her pillows. âSo, not to be that annoying girl who immediately wants assurance, butâŠis this a regular thing?â
He thinks about her question for a second. The waiting makes her nervous, but she doesnât want to push him.
âYeah, Iâd like it to be,â he finally says. âI had a lot of fun and I donât do that often. I was hoping you did too.â
She nods a little too eagerly, nearly spilling coffee in her lap. âYeah, I did too. A lot of fun.â
âGood, so we should do it again,â He winces, shaking his head. âNot the sex. I mean, we can, but Iâm not saying I just want the sex. A date. I want to keep going on dates. JesusâŠâ
She laughs, closing the distance between them and kissing the corner of his mouth. âAnother date sounds wonderful.â
âOkay, good.â His hands curls around the small of her back, rubbing his hand up her spine. âYou free tonight?â
âTonight?â
âYeahâŠis that too soon?â
No, not at all. Sheâs just kind of baffled by all of this. Itâs sweet heâs so eager to see her and the feeling is very very mutual.
âNot at all. Iâm free,â she explains. âI have to help my friend Olivia move out of her exes apartment, but I should be done by four.â
âGreat. My job should wrap up by three. How about I pick you up at five and take you to dinner? Thereâs a great pizza place not far.â
Sheâs been craving a deep dish so his suggestion is perfect. âOoh, yes to pizza. Also, maybe we could stop by Mollyâs after?â
He laughs, squeezing her hip. âYou just want to hang out with Stella, huh?â
Guilty.
âSo so much,â she grins, batting her eyelashes. âIâm in desperate need of girl friends in the CFD.â
âOkay, weâll go to Mollyâs,â he agrees. âBut only if you swear not to abandon me for Kidd. I met you first.â
She grabs the collar of his jacket and kisses him, this time deep and slow. She wants him to know she does really like him and no badass firefighter chick will ruin that.
âI promise,â she whispers, examining every one of his features. His eyes look more blue this morning. They almost looked grey-ish in Mollyâs dark lighting, but with the sun peeking through her windows, theyâre blue. His hairs longer in the front, not combed back in any capacity.
Heâs so very cute.
âI really did have a lot of fun, Sylvie,â he says, eyeing her with that same look that led them into her apartment. âAnd Iâll see you tonight.â
âTonight.â She repeats.
They both donât make any move to leave the bed. She has a feeling he doesnât want to go.
She doesnât want him to either.
âOkay, I really have to go now.â
âIâm not stopping you.â
He gives her a look. âOh, but you are.â
She moves her hands off him. âWell, Iâm not trying to.â
âThatâs the problem.â
Honestly, she has to get up too and get ready to meet Olivia for breakfast before they start moving to her new place.
#sylkiddsey prompts#brettsey#sylkiddsey writes#sylkiddsey scraps#brettsey meet cute#post first date#season 5 au#fast burn#actually did not have any drafts that start with D so I improvised
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So Eddie always knew he was different. He knew he liked boys the way his friends liked girls. He knew it wasnât the most acceptable. But it was his normal and he was going to embrace it even if he thought he was never going to find someone to love. But he did.
If you had told a 14 year old Eddie that one day he would find someone he loved. And that same someone loved him back. He would have said no way. And if you had told that Eddie that the person he loved and who loved him back was Steve fucking Harrington. Well he would have laughed in your face and told you to fuck off. But itâs true.
They became inseparable after the whole upside down thing. Eddie still hasnât wrapped his mind around all of it. Thereâs still so much he doesnât even know. Itâs hard for Steve to relive some of the horrors. The nightmares finally got so bad he had to reach out to someone and that had been Steve. And he doesnât even know if he could sleep in a bed alone anymore if he tried.
So they fell for each other. Maybe they fought it at first but that didnât last long. And for a while it was secret. Something just between them. But then they couldnât keep it to themselves they had to tell the people they trusted. They needed to be able to be honest with their found family.
To be honest nobody even seemed to care as much as he thought they would. Robin of course knew no way could Steve keep that from her then Nancy cause no way Robin could keep her mouth shut.
Steve had to tell Dustin they thought he might be mad at either of them not telling him before the rest of the party or maybe about them being together at all. But he was so excited. Probably because Steve told him he couldnât tell anyone and Dustin loves to know things other people donât. Eddie told the band they knew he was gay but⊠Steve?? Harrington?? King Steve?? Eddie made sure they knew he was not who they thought he was and they came around.
They decided to tell the rest of the party at a Hellfire where everyone would be there. Eddie stood at the head of the table and told them (as dramatically as possible) that he was in love. Yes he! Eddie the Freak *dramatic finger wiggling* Munson had fallen in love and his true love was none other than.. *cue a drum roll from a very smiley Dustin* King Steve! The party whipped their heads to where Steve was taking a little bow. Steve then sat on the couch next to Max and El. He laughed along as Eddie waxed poetic about him. The guys rolled their eyes having had to listen to most of this already. Dustin practically squealed. The girls were positively giggling to each other after asking Steve something secretly. Lucas and Mike seemed less than impressed and annoyed that Dustin knew first. But something about willâs reaction made Eddie give pause. He was still looking between Eddie and Steve but he seemed to be deep in thought. âWhat is on thine mind young Will the Wise?â Eddie asked. Will just shook his head and curled in on himself. So Eddie took a cue and began the game.
Eddie had recognized that look in Will. One of realization and maybe hope. He had seen the way Willâs eyes lingered on Mike. He had seen the way he didnât join in the talks about girls with the boys. He knew he had to be a positive example for young will. One that he hadnât had. Not in that way. Of course Wayne was supportive he knew probably before Eddie but there was only so much he could say. But Eddie could show! He could- they could be an example to will. To show that if it was possible for Eddie to find himself a nice loving boyfriend it was more than possible for Will.
#a little prequel to that anon I had about will#i wrote this so fast and then burned out when I got to the thing the prompt actually was#steddie drabble#steddie#coming out#telling the party#stranger things#ronance#byler#a hint#a little tiny smidge of a hint#steddie ficlet#steve harrington#eddie munson
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tag drop.
â â i will never stop complaining and that is a promise â || ooc. â â nothing left but walking down the line â || ic. â â shedding all my old regrets â || headcanons. â â burning like an effigy in here â || vis. â â spirit of my silence i can hear you â || mus. â â questions and rebuttals â || asks. â â do not throw yourself to the waves for questions you beg answers for â || prompts. â â gossip travels fast â || dash com. â â children of the land do you hear echoes of truths that once rang clear â || music.
#â â i will never stop complaining and that is a promise â || ooc.#â â nothing left but walking down the line â || ic.#â â shedding all my old regrets â || headcanons.#â â burning like an effigy in here â || vis.#â â spirit of my silence i can hear you â || mus.#â â questions and rebuttals â || asks.#â â do not throw yourself to the waves for questions you beg answers for â || prompts.#â â gossip travels fast â || dash com.#â â children of the land do you hear echoes of truths that once rang clear â || music.
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hey, soâŠbull rider!simon??
more bull rider simon
âYou come to wish me luck?â Simon purred in your ear as his hands gripped the back of your thighs and his body pressed onto yours, stabilizing you against the wall of a rundown dive barâs back room.
âYouâve gotta be as dull as an ox if you think Iâm here for any other interest than self, Beef-head,â you hiss as his fingers dig into the fat of your thigh, etching closer to slide your panties off.
âBeef-head, huh?â He murmurs against your neck as your hands fumble with his buckle, unclasping it before sliding the zipper to his pants down.
âSeems fittin,ââ you prompt, as your panties slide to dangle around your ankles. He slips his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. You slip your hand between the two of you to gently tug on his painfully erect cock.
You lean closer into him, lips barely grazing his temple. His sizzling breath fanning across your cheeks as you stroke him. âI bet this one gets taken care of when youâre tourin.â Huh?â You tighten your grip around him; he releases an anguished groan, fingers digging deeper into your thighs.
âAhâfuck,â he whizzes as one of his hands releases your thigh and instead braces against the back wall.
âYaâI bet you find a pretty girl who's just jumpinâ at the chance to touch ya in every city,â your fingers move quicker on their volition, âyou don't even have to try.â
If Simon didn't know you, he'd assume you were doing what everyone else does: stroke his ego, but he knew you.
You were majorily fucking with him.
âFuckâdonât tell me you'reâahâjealous, babydoll,â Simon murmurs, his tone is dripping in arrogance. You let out a dry laugh, tugging his cock slightly harder, making him groan.
âCome on, Beef-bead. You know I don't have to do a damn thing before your cominâ up to me begginâ for a taste,â you drag lips down his temple to his busted lip. âBegginâ for a feel of me.â
He quickly moves his hand braced onto the wall onto your face, pulling your lips roughly onto his. He tasted of blood and Nicorette, which did nothing to tamper your reclusions.
Your teeth scrape against each other as the kiss becomes more fervent with each passing moment. The air is now dense and burning with desire.
His hand moves from your cheek to his erect cock still in your hand, cheekily pulling your fingers off to push himself inside your soaked cunt.
âShit,â you wheezed, fingers digging into his shoulders. His hands wander, gripping your waist impossibly closer, back pressed tut with the cracked walls behind you.
âYouâre rightâfuckâbeen waiting to come back,â he pants as he increases his pace. âJust to get a God-damn look at ya,â he spits.
Itâs almost pathetic. Almost.
âSuppose this ainât half bad,â he brashly says. You find a slight smirk pulling at your lips at his quip, though your humorous expression quickly dissipates almost as fast as it came when he plows into you.
You lean your head into his neck, nipping at the flesh, then quickly soothing it with a swipe of your tongue. âDamn firecracker, you are,â he groans into your hair.
When you feel his impending orgasm nearing, you swing your legs down, easing his cock out of you. Slight regret passed through you at losing contact, but you would finish yourself later.
Simon hisses, gripping his cock, attempting to regain any ounce of stimulation, but to his dismay, it had passed.
âIf I know one thing about you, champ, I know you don't like it easy,â you pant out. âSo Iâll be damned if I let you think for a moment you got it easy with me,â your eyes lock to his.
Youâre surprised to find his face paler and eyes smokier. Though they werenât filled with anguish, it was more admiration.
âI didnât get to finish last time, so you donât get to finish this time round,ââ you say, pulling your jeans back on and buckling your belt.
âSuggest you find one of your buckle bunnies to help ya outâwith that,â you gesture to his now half-erect cock splayed out.
You reach into your back pocket, grasping a five-dollar bill, pushing it into his chest because you could at least give him enough to cover an ice pack.
He grips the money, an irritated smirk playing on his lips. As you leave, you approach the door, dipping your head to avoid catching attention.
You hear Simon murmur a faint, âFirecracker, my ass, that's a whole damn bomb.â
You smile because, well, karma is karma.
a/n: come on yk thanksgiving brings out all the freakies hence this!
#ËÊâĄÉË: rylea writes#call of duty#cod#cod x reader#simon riley#fanfic#simon ghost riley#ghost#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#simon riley imagine#simon riley cod#simon riley call of duty#simon riley smut#bull rider!simon riley#cod x you#simon riley x you#simon riley fanfic#simon riley x reader#ghost riley#ghost x reader#cod ghost#ghost x you#call of duty ghost#ghost cod smut#cod smut#ghost smut#ghost simon riley#simon ghost x you#simon ghost x reader
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is that a bet? âą stray kids ot8 x reader
M D N I 18+
Synopsis: at some point of playing ânever have I everâ, you make a bet that you could make all eight of your best friends cum within 10-15 minutesâŠand well, you did.
WC: 3.7k (I have issues)
Tags: PURE SMUT, afab!reader, softdom!chan, dom!minho, dom!changbin, softdom!hyunjin, sub!jisung, sub!felix, dom!seungmin, switch!jeongin, switch!reader, piv, unprotected sex (wrap the eggplant yall), same hole double penetration, ass smacking, squirting, begging, overstimulation, hair pulling, spitting, oral (f. receiving), lwk gangbang, praise (pretty, good girl), degradation (slut, whore), light dacryphilia, breeding kink, creampie, biting(?), grinding, pet names (baby, babe, princess, hun, darling, kitten, bun, etc), marking/hickey, probably forgetting someâŠsorry :P
a/n: this is so smutty i am so sorryâŠbut yw đ«
You donât remember how exactly you ended up in this positionâŠsomething about a bet, yet here you are, half-naked spread out on the floor with eight pairs of eyes burning into your body.
8 minutes earlier
âNever have I ever,â Minho pauses in thought, ânutted before my partner.â
âWhat the actual fuck Minho.â Seungmin grimaces, though he takes a swig of soju. âWhat?!â Minho shrugs defensively, âIt makes the game more interesting.â
âThatâs a fucking lie though.â Jisung snorts as he also takes a shot of soju. âAnd how would you know that?â You ask with a sly smirk.
âIâve seen him watch porn,â He deadpans, which sends everyone into a fit of laughter.
âYou wanna bet Ji?â Minho challenges.
âYâall seriously arenât about to jerk off right hereâŠright?â Chan looks at them in disgust and then at the white shag carpet underneath them, âWhy, you wanna join?â Minho pokes.
âI bet none of yâall virgins can stop yourselves from cumming as soon as someone touches you.â
âYou wanna make that bet.â Changbin chimes in. You groan at them which catches their attention, âDo you have something to say princess?â Jisung raised his brows teasingly. You groan yet again at the nickname before saying, âI bet I could make all yâall cum in fifteen, maybe ten minutes.â
âYou really wanna do this?â Hyunjin lifts your chin with his finger. âHmm,â you hum, âif you guys cum before I do, a hundredâŠfrom each of you.â
âThatâs eight hundred bucks!â Jeongin blurts out, you nod slyly. âAnd if we win?â Felix tilts his head. âYâall can decide on that.â you state.
You move to get up, dragging your hoodie over your body and exposing your oversized shirt underneath. You turn around looking at the eight boys. âAre we doing this or not?â
Everyone unanimously agrees. It went so fast, the soju from the previous rounds probably getting to everybodyâs heads and letting you carelessly make these decisions.
âOh and rules-â âRULES?!â Minho, Seungmin and Jisung cried out. âGuys itâs her body, she can make rules.â Felix interrupts their protests. âThanks Lix,â You smile before continuing, âno touchingâŠwell to be more clear no touching me or yourselvesâŠbut I can touch you.â
âWhat?!â They all exclaimed in disappointment.
âIt makes the game more interesting.â You shrug, spewing Minhoâs previous words at them, the said boy shoots you a playful glare.
You glanced over at the digital clock that hung from the wall. 12:48.
Present
And well, thatâs how you ended up here.
Your hand trails down your body stopping at your soaked panties before circling over your clit, toes curling at the feeling.
You stare up at the eight boys, their eyes dazed on your leaking cunt that stains your panties. You let out a moan as you hook your fingers around the material and slip it down your legs, exposing your now bare glistening cunt. You let a finger plunge into your heat, biting your lip. You lock eyes with Changbin, his knuckles gripping at his sweatpants, the outline of his cock bulging through the material. You bite your lip as you stare at his bulge.
The sound of a small whine prompts you to look over at another flustered and painfully hard boy. Jisung looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip is caught between his teeth. âPlease, Y/N.â
âWell since you asked so nicely.â You coo, pulling your fingers out of your cunt and crawling ever so slowly towards the round cheeked boy. As you settle by his side, you purposefully arch your back and push your ass out so that the guys sitting criss crossed on the floor behind me have a nice view. You trail your fingers up his knee and towards his thigh
He shivered under your touch as you made your fingers dance along his inner thigh. A desperate whimper left his mouth as you pulled back teasingly and went back to your original spot on the shag carpet.
âFuck,â Hyunjin breathed out, âyouâre ethereal.â His usually perfectly sculpted face contoured into a needy look- yet through his desperation he still looked as beautiful as ever. You moan softly as his praise. âOh, does our little slut like to be praised?â Minho said to your right, you turned to him and bit your lip, your legs instinctively closing as his degradation surged throughout your body. âFuck and degration too.â Seungmin hums as your eyes trail to him.
The hot touch of a hand on your lower hips snapped you out of the trace that Seungmin had basically pulled you into. You look towards your right, and there Minho is, smirking as his hand squeezes at the curve of your ass. âHey!â You slapped his hand away, âNo touching!â
âYou never said what would happen if we did though, kitten.â The stupid pet name had you squeezing your legs together even more, âAw, such a filthy slut for us.â
âShit heâs right,â Felix breathed out, âwhat happens if we do touch you?â Shit, you didnât think this far ahead- fuck you donât even remember what the prize of the bet wasâŠor if there even was one. Why are you guys even doing this again? âFuck,â Chan groans gently, âdoes this pretty little cunt of yours want to be filled, love?â You feel his rough hands cup your bare cunt, jerking at the sudden touch. âY/N?â Jeonginâs soft voice cracked as he whined out your name. You hummed in response as you fought the urge to grind against Chanâs large hand. âCan we touch you now? Please.â
âOh God,â You throw your head back with a moan as Chan teasingly slips a finger inside your glistening pussy, âfuck yes! Please Innie!â
With that Jeongin springs up to his feet and quickly makes his way towards you. At the corner of your eye, you see the other five move from their spot to get closer to you. âFuck,â you moan, feeling Changbinâs hands run under your tshirt, lightly teasing your pebbled nipples, âwhy did we do this again?â A small chuckle resonated from Seungminâs sweet lips, âBecause you wanted to win a bet, right pup?â
You bite down on your lower lip, Jisungâs lips attaching themselves to your clit next to where Chanâs fingers are plummeted inside. Felix helps you out of your shirt as Hyunjin and Changbin each take one of your breasts into their mouth. It all happened so quickly and at the same time, you feel your climax nearing faster than ever. And just like that your release is stolen from you as the four boys pull away from your body. You whine out desperately, âI swear to fucking God if yâall do that again Iâm leaving and finishing by myself!â You threaten, sitting up onto your knees.
âOkay, okay princess.â Jisung purrs as he tilts your head up by hooking his knuckle under your chin.
You whimper as he nears your face, âThis okay?â you gulp and nod quickly and to that he just clicks his tongue, pulling back slightly. âWords babe.â
âYes.â you sigh breathlessly, Jisung attaches his lips to yours ever so roughly, a pair of soft hands grab at your hips, placing you down onto their lap. Your legs slotted against your chest being held by the man whom youâre laying on, while the said man leaves butterfly kisses along the nape of your neck.
Chan slipped his fingers out of your cunt prompting you to whine but the feeling of something warm and wet poking at your clit causes the whine to turn into a gasp, Jisung takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
Your thighs instinctively clench around the head thatâs propped between them.
âSo sweet.â
Jeongin muttered against your folds before slotting his tongue alongside it yet again. âHoly fuck Innie!â you throw your head back, lips detaching from Jisungâs, with an erotic moan, your head now resting on the shoulder of the man behind you. At this angle you catch a glimpse at the the man- fucking hell.
He sinks his teeth into your neck, though the action seems so rough he doesnât bite down to the point where it hurts. âFuck, keep her making those faces.â Felix bites his lip, his hand rubbing himself through his shorts. You whine, shutting your eyes as Jeongin continues to assault your throbbing cunt as Changbin moves into massage your breasts. âLook at you,â Minho purred into your ear as he started grinding his hardened cock against your ass, âbeing so obedient and submissive for everyone, just like the little slut you are.â You moan out at the overwhelming mixture of sensations; Hyunjin nibbling at your nipple, Jeonginâs tongue running up and down your folds, and Minho breathing dirty words into your ear while peppering your shoulder with kisses and love bites.
The cat eyed boy sneakily brings his hand to your cunt and smacks it slightly, not too hard but enough that it stung a little. âFuck you,â you groan out as Minho massages your core, his fingers dipping further down towards where Jeonginâs face is buried. âNo,â Minho tsked, âIâll do the fucking.â
âDonât be too rough on her Min.â Chan spoke, you glance over to him and he had his hand shoved down his pants. âShe likes it.â Seungmin said confidently, âRight, whore?â You do nothing but whimper at his words meanwhile your body starts to shake slightly. âAnswer with words pup.â
âGod, fuck yes! I love it- please donât stop.â You can feel Jeongin smirk against your heat.
Your eyes wandered to the boy next to Seungmin, his eyes stuck on mine as his pretty face scrunched up, his shorts rustling while his hand too was shoved inside, and his freckled cheeks flushed so very red. âLix,â you gesture for him to move closer, almost immediately the freckled boy quickly rushed down from his spot on the couch and next to you on the floor. He looks at you with pleading eyes, âtake it off.â
You grab at the hem of his shirt, he swiftly pulls it over his head awaiting your next instruction. You were about to ask him something but the feeling of a harsh bite on your inner thigh caused you to squeak out instead. Your head whips down to see Hyunjin licking at the skin he just bit. Theyâre moving so quickly you can barely keep up with whoâs doing what.
âCan we fuck you already?â A voice said from your left, your head instinctively turning towards the source. Seungmin stared at you with prying eyes. âKim Seungmin!â Chan lightly smacked his shoulder, âLet her choose, remember?â The oldest shakes his head at the younger. âMin,â You whimper from the stimulation. âYeah?â Both Seungmin and Minho responded. âLee.â Seungmin pouted as Minho leaned in closer, hooking his chin on your shoulder.
Though your senses are so overloaded, you snake your hands down the space between your bodies, shifting your hips up to grab at his hardened cock. Minhoâs brows furrow as you stroke his clothed dick. âDesperate are we?â He smirks, âYou want all eight of us tonight? Or just a few?â Chan questions, heâs so thoughtful and that makes your heart hammer in your chest. âAll.â
âFuck.â Each boyâs voice sounds throughout the room, they all stare at you with lust-filled eyes.
Your hand thatâs still wrapped around Minhoâs cock, begins pumping it. Minho hisses at the feeling, precum leaking from the tip. You tease his slit before shifting your hips in his lap. Lifting your hips, you grind down on his cock, your arousal coating his shaft.
âOh, fucking hell.â Minho throws his head back erratically as his tip pokes at your clit, he could feel as you throbbed against him. He wanted nothing more than to slip inside you already. Unbeknownst to Minho, you gesture with your head for Hyunjin to move closer.
The taller boy obeys, moving into your space, sealing your lips against his. Hyunjinâs hands moved to your hips, gently- yet quickly- pushing you down onto Minhoâs cock. Both you and Minho moan out as you clench around his girth.
âFuck, youâre squeezing me so well, yeah slut.â Minho grunts before he slams his hips into you roughly, not even allowing you to adjust. âMin, not too rough.â Chan warned as you dug your nails into Hyunjinâs shoulder as he continued kissing you.
âYeah, sheâs still got all of us!â Jeongin whined from Chanâs left. You clench at Jeonginâs words, the thought of you having all eight of them tonight makes you spiral towards your climax. âNot yet kitten. Hold it off.â Minho snarled into your ear, his cock continuously hitting your gspot.
âHyune.â You whined, reaching down to pump his cock, jerking him towards your pussy that is getting pounded into by Minho. âShit, you want me too darling?â Hyunjin smirked, his eyes gazing down towards where you and Minho are connected, where youâre pulling him towards.
You hastily nod, nothing but whimpers and moans spilling out from your mouth. Hyunjin shoots Minho a look over your shoulder, the latter smirks at him, taking your thighs and pushing them farther back to give space to Hyunjin.
Hyunjinâs tip pokes at your entrance before he pushes in. The stretch didnât hurt too bad, but it was enough for tears to prickle in your eyes. As Hyunjin and Minho fucked into you, tears finally fell, cascading down your cheeks from the mixture pleasure and pain.
âAw, donât cry bun.â You hear Changbin coo. The built man moving over to you, kissing the tear stains on your cheeks. âThey making you feel that good?â He gives a sly raise of his brow, his bottom lips jutting out. âF-Fuck Binnie.â You moan, you can feel both Minho and Hyunjin twitching inside you.
A harsh slap stings on your ass as Minho rubs at the now red spot. âIâm so close princess, can I fill you up?â Hyunjin grunts against your neck. âYes, God, please, Hyune.â Your body begins to shake as Hyunjin spills into you, Minho following close after at the feeling of your clenching and Hyunjinâs cum coating his cock.
Jisung pushes Changbin out of his way before helping you up off of Minho and Hyunjinâs sweaty bodies, greedily taking you towards the sofa, sitting down and playing you on his lap. Jisungâs cock slips in with ease after being stretched out by Minho and Hyunjin.
You melt into Jisung touch as his hands guide you to roll your hips. His hands make their way towards your ass, spreading your cheeks apart revealing your swollen cunt to the boys behind you.
âFuck youâre so warm baby.â Jisung groans into your ear. Suddenly another pair of hands are on you, massaging at your hips before rutting his cock between your ass. âCan I have a turn hun?â You hear Felix hum behind you.
You turn your head and give him a weak smile as a go ahead. With that Felix slips his cock alongside Jisungâs, both boys moaning at the feeling. Having almost orgasmed earlier, you feel it build up quicker than last time. Your thighs began quaking as Jisung bucked his hips and Felix thrusted into you.
Your hands shoot up to Felixâs blonde hair, tugging at it when the two boys hit your gspot directly. Felix released a low whimper, âDarling please, I wonât- last long if you do that.â He stumbled over his words, his freckled cheeks a deep pink hue.
You decide to tease the boy, clenching down on his (and Jisungâs) cock, pulling at his hair. You feel as he twitched inside of you before unexpectedly releasing. The freckled boyâs face scrunched up in pleasure as he leaned his forehead against yours as Jisung thrusted into you a few more times before emptying himself into you as well.
âHoly shit.â Felix shook, biting his lower lip before slowing his thrusts, robbing you from your orgasm again. âSave it for me, yeah love?â You heard Chan chuckle to your right. You turn to look at him, flinching when Felix and Jisung ease out of your clenching cunt.
Jeongin helps you off of the otherâs bodies. He holds you up when your legs threaten to give out on you. Holding you by the waist, his pretty brown eyes flicker down to your lips, hesitant to lean in. You chuckle before cupping his cheeks and pulling his lips towards yours.
Jeongin groans into the kiss as he grinds his clothed erection into your hips. He pulls away, an embarrassed flush taking over his cheeks. You chuckle before setting him on the sofa like the other had been previously positioned.
Throwing your legs around his lap, you straddled the flustered boy under you. âThis okay Innie?â You asked, even though youâve already crossed that friendship line with him having already eaten you out, you still wanted to make sure he was okay with this.
âOh fuck yeah Iâm okay.â Jeongin grinned, his hands immediately roaming your breasts, squeezing and massaging at the flesh. You hastily undo the zipper of his jeans before tugging his cock out of the slacks. Jeongin hissed at your touch.
Suddenly a hot sting spread through your ass. You whimpered at the slight pain, turning over to see Seungmin glaring down at you. âBend.â Jeongin stared up at the elder and you in a daze. You leaned as much as you could onto Jeongin before another slap landed on your ass.
A moan echoing from your mouth. With you moaning into his ear, Jeongin grew impatient, grabbing his cock before pressing inside of you. The mixture of the slaps and Jeonginâs cock filling you up made your back arch.
Before you could even begin to process what was happening, Seungmin rammed his cock inside your sopping cunt. You practically scream from the sudden intrusion, nails digging into Jeonginâs shoulders.
The two youngest boys out of your friends absolutely railed you, both stopping whenever your moans would pitch and you would start squeezing their cocks uncontrollably. âMinnie, Innie- let me please, Iâm so close.â You cried, that knot in your stomach so tight that it almost hurt.
âYou think you deserve it, after driving us all into this stupid bet, you whore?â Seungmin snarled, grabbing your hair and pulling your head backwards, âOpen.â You oblige, parting your lips, lolling your tongue out as you understood what the man was hinting at. Seungmin let a drop of saliva fall from his mouth and into yours before harshly pushing your head back towards Jeonginâs neck.
The two boys continued using your cunt until they were spurting out warm ropes into you. Yet again you were robbed from your orgasm as the two roughly filled up your cunt.
âFuck, you did so well pup.â Seungmin panted against the nape of your neck, leaving a small kiss there before slipping out of your pussy. When you pulled away from Jeonginâs sweaty body, he stared up at you with a wide grin and a dazed look, he looked absolutely fucked out.
Changbin helps you off the boys before pushing Jeongin off the couch and getting comfortable in that same spot, pulling you onto his lap. âYou wanna take a breather?â Chan asked, crouching down to your seated level. âNoâŠjustâŠplease, Iâm so close.â
Changbin chuckled from behind you, guiding you to straddle him in reverse. You sink onto Changbinâs thick cock, the built manâs hands flying to your tits, holding and squeezing them as they bounce with your movements.
You peer through your eyelashes, raising your brow at Chan, insinuating for him to hurry up and fuck you. The oldest of the eight chuckles before slipping his cock out of his pants. âGonna fill you up so good, yeah baby?â He says before sliding right inside your stretched out pussy.
âHoly mother of fuck!â You cursed, the stretch of Changbin was already overwhelming- but now adding on Chanâs way above average lengthâŠyou donât think youâll be able to walk tomorrow.
Changbin thrusted harshly from underneath you, roughly pinching at your nipples. âFuck bun, your squeezing us so much, might just bust right now.â
You loll your head back into his shoulder, âBinâŠfuck- Binnie please.â You beg, your arms moving to tug at his wavy hair.
âShit,â he huffed, his cock twitching inside you as he fastened his speed. Chan just watched as Changbin rammed into your cunt alongside his. The intense feeling of Changbin railing into you from underneath had you reeling, though the sudden circling of your clit made your orgasm finally hit you.
Liquid squirting out of you as you cried out, before Changbin released inside of you, Chan now picking up his pace, edging towards his climax.
âI know love, Iâm sorryâŠjust a few more.â Chan cooed as you whimpered from the overstimulation, he continued railing into you, not stopping when Changbin had pulled out of you.
Chan nuzzled his face into your neck, leaving kisses and sucking at the skin there. âAlmost there love, gonna fill you up so good, yeah. Youâve been such a good girl for us.â His praise had you crying out, squeezing around his cock. At that Chan finally came, filling you up with his warm release.
Chan slowly eased out of you before gently moving you to lay on the less dirty part of the couch.
âImma go get the towels.â A voice youâre not even sure whoâs said. âIâll get her some water.â Another stated.
Sometime later, Felix returned with some damp warm towels. As he wiped your lower region, you flinched at the sensitivity. âIâm sorry darling, almost done.â
A sudden hand gently raised your head from the back, supporting you to sit up. âYou okay? We didnât go too rough on you, right?â Seungmin asked as Minho handed you a glass of water. You took the glass with an appreciative smile.
âYou guys were fine- oh.â
âOh?â Hyunjin smiled in confusion. âThe time.â You said pointing at the digital clock. 1:03. Exactly fifteen minutes.
âI win.â Some of the boys groaned while some chuckled, a bet is a bet after all.
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"Where's the necklace?"
Max's words had made you halt. He placed a gentle hand on your collarbone, pushing you gently from where you were mouthing at his neck and stroking his thumb where the gold of his initials should be.
With furrowed brows, you craned your neck down to follow his disheartened glare. The absence of the cool chain around your neck didn't seem quite as important as the growing need for max, max, max.
"Dunno," you mumbled dismissively, rolling your hips from where you were straddling his legs on the bed. "Ahâbathroom, 'think, t-took it off to shower."
Your boyfriend hummed sweetly before lightly tapping the side of your thigh. "Get it."
Barely forcing down a whimper, you bit your lip, tugging on the hem of his baggy shorts. "Max, please, justâ"
A taunting, raised brow was enough to have you huffing and hauling yourself off of his lap. The walk from the bathroom and back to Max's arms, barely ten steps, made your eyes glassy and the pleasure stirring in your stomach boil.
You made the mistake of catching your reflection in the mirror: flushed cheeks, hair sprawled in various directions, and an evident pout etched onto your face. The necklace was expensive; you'd known that, but had Max really needed to stop you mid-foreplay to run and get it?
Judging by his cocky smirk and the fact that he'd fumbled out of his clothes in the ten seconds you'd left, you guessed so. Your eyes drifted down his body, past the sweaty abs, and onto his hand, lazily stroking his hard cock. You wanted it inside you, in your mouthâfuck, he was making it really hard to stay annoyed.
"Happy?" you grumbled, your facade slipping when Max swiftly pulled you into his lap, shivering slightly as he nearly ripped the shirt off of your body, the cold air hitting your nipples and Max's wet tongue trailing kisses down your neck.
Moans slip past your lips, and you slide a hand down to the angry, red tip of Max's length. You grin wildly when he groans, the vibrations rippling against your skin and shooting straight down to your core. "More than." He cups the swell of your ass with his massive palms and lifts you up to hover over his dick. "C'mon, shatje, make y'self feel good on m'cock."
And who were you to deny Max that?
The stretch of his cock burned like it always has, spikes of pleasure overcoming the momentary pain. Max's desperate moans mixed with yours, echoing across the room. After a few seconds, Max's palm impatiently striked at your ass, making you jolt and bite your lip to avoid the embarrassing sound that would have left your lips. "M-Max, oh, fuck."
You lifted your hips, almost slipping Max's slick-covered dick out of your wet pussy before dropping back down. Max's eyes were half-lidded, a hazy grin plastered on his face; he watched the gold swing recklessly, worrying his bottom lip at the fast pace you'd set.
Max rolled his hips upward to meet your movements, and the loud yelp that left your lips made you flush. "Fuckk, s'good, babyâah, all mine, yeah? All. Fucking. Mine."
Punctuating each word with a sharp thrust, Max almost came when your wet pussy clenched around him. "All yours, m'all yours, Max."
That was what the initials on your collarbones stood for, didn't they?
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cam girl (part one)
pairing rafe cameron x female reader
rating explicit 18+
summary you work two jobs. by day, youâre a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, youâre a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, youâre not sure what to do next.
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âMake sure to bend down real low.â Rafeâs deep voice startles you.
Youâre kneeling down as you fill the freezer with the groceries that were just delivered. You thought you were alone in the massive kitchen, but sure enough, Rafe is taunting you again.
You donât even need to turn to look at him to know heâs wearing a self-satisfied smirk. A depraved part of you is excited heâs there.
âIs there anything I can get you?â you mutter, your attention still focused on your work. Itâs your go-to phrase whenever he bothers you. Professional, but not exactly friendly.
âYeah, is that the only uniform they give you?â he asked. âYou donât have anything tighter?â
You stand and turn to finally look at him. His baseball hat is on backwards and his arms are crossed, large biceps bulging beneath the hem of his t-shirt.
You smooth down the loose gray knee-length dress youâre wearing and you swear heâs undressing you with his coy blue eyes. You hate that it arouses you when he looks at you like that.
Youâve gotten used to Rafe teasing you. Youâre almost sure he gets off on degrading you. There are other maids but youâre the only one he does this to.
âNope, this is it,â you say curtly. If you didnât need this job, youâd cuss this man out. Probably even slap him. But you need to stay cordial, and he knows that, riding the power trip whenever he can.
âToo bad.â Rafe knocks on the kitchen island before turning to leave. âI can tell youâre hiding a nice ass under there.â
You feel your cheeks burn as you go back to work. You only come to work at the estate on Wednesdays and Saturdays and the days canât go by fast enough.
You appreciate every dollar you can make these days as a struggling college student. Thankfully, your other job as a cam girl has been bringing in more and more money.
After you finish up your day at the Cameronsâ estate, you drive your rusted, old car to your apartment in the south part of the island. The space is tiny, but itâs yours, and itâs good enough for now.
You go live for half an hour at 10 pm every other night of the week. Getting your start as a cam girl took some time, but now you have 32 subscribers and are starting to make good money off the website.
Tonight, youâre dressed in a black push-up bra and matching thong. You never show your face higher than your lips, refusing to risk anyone recognizing you.
This is just for the money, although you can admit to yourself that you find pleasure in knowing you can turn on so many strangers with your body. You sit on your bed, your toys ready off-screen.
Over your last session, a new user with the screen-name figure8 joined your chat. It threw you for a loop for a moment, prompting you to worry it was somebody you know from the Kooksâ part of the island, but the chances are slim. Figure 8 is a general term and the man could be from anywhere.
âHey,â you say slowly. âHow was everyoneâs day? Mine was so long.â
figure8 didnât say anything the other night, just watched and subscribed at the end of the stream, but tonight, he types something a minute into the session as you sit in front of the camera, running your hands over your satin bra.
figure8: you gonna show those perfect tits?
You giggle, immediately stepping into your cam girl persona. You check to see that twelve users are now viewing your stream.
âYouâd like that, huh?â you ask, peeling off a bra strap. âAnyone else wanna see whatâs underneath?â
You notice the bouncing dots on the screen that tell you that viewers are typing.
v2bo: yes
dragon89: take it off
stonyon: play with your tits
You strip off your bra, touching yourself, your breath hitching as arousal tightens in your core.
Without hesitation, you picture Rafeâs hands on you. Heâs always on your mind during your cam sessions as you impulsively imagine his broad frame on top of you, dominating you.
You try to play it off when he taunts you at work, but itâs not until youâre touching yourself that you realize just how much it turns you on when he talks to you the way he does in his deep, mocking tone.
figure8: you like to get your tits played with?
You smirk, surprised someone is asking you what you enjoy. Typically, viewers like to simply compliment you or order you around, but you never get asked about your preferences.
âI love getting my tits played with,â you purr.
You press your arms to squeeze your tits together.
figure8: you like a cock between your tits donât you princess
The sexy nickname makes you quiver a little. You bite your bottom lip.
âIâm so wet already,â you moan. âAnd thinking about a cock right hereâŠâ
You take a dildo you keep off-screen and place it between your tits. You part your lips as you rub the toy up and down, hearing the chimes of tips from your chat coming in.
figure8: bet youâre so good at sucking dick. iâd fuck your tits and that pretty little mouth so nicely
âYou wanna see how I use my mouth?â you tease.
v2bo: deepthroat
You put the tip of the dildo on your tongue, flicking and rolling it. When you finally put your mouth around it, you close your eyes, thinking of Rafe in his kitchen, thinking of getting on your knees and sucking him off.
dragon89: put it in your pussy
A new notification pops up on your screen: figure8 is requesting a private show. Your heart-rate skyrockets.
Youâd never gotten the request before. You had set the rate at $250 for a private session, half-expecting that you wouldnât get any takers. Youâre excited about the money and the fact that this new, intriguing viewer is the one who requested it.
You quickly type privately to figure8: This session ends at 10:30 and then Iâm all yours, baby.
You continue to play with the dildo using your mouth, getting it wet all over, when a private chat comes in from figure8: how much for u to end the live and go private with me right now?
You donât want to risk asking for too much and scaring the man away, but the possibility of making more in a private session than you would in a live one is compelling.
You never know much the live sessions will bring, but a private show is guaranteed money. Ending your session early might piss off your subscribers and maybe even make you lose some of them⊠but you impulsively reply: $1000.
Within a few seconds, you get a tip notification.
figure8 tipped you $1000.
You quickly end your live session, deciding to later tell your subscribers that your internet went out, then open the private session with figure8.
âHello,â you whisper. âYou want me to be your own personal toy, huh?â
figure8: i dont like to share
You laugh. If heâs willing to continue to pay you for private sessions, youâre happy to oblige.
âWhat would you like to see?â you ask. âYou wanna see how Iâd suck your cock?â
figure8: tap it against your mouth
âYouâd tease me, wouldnât you?â you whisper. You tap the dildo on your lips, sticking out your tongue.
figure8: princess iâd go so slow with you until youâre soaked and begging for my cock
You feel yourself get wetter reading his words. Heâs not like any of the other viewers youâve had. Heâs asking what you like, calling you a sweet name, not rushing anything.
âYou want me aching for it, huh?â you purr. You put the dildo in your mouth again, slowly sucking and slurping.
figure8: that mouth is so fucking pretty
You continue to lick and suck, moaning on the toy, your panties drenched now.
âI want it inside me,â you say, realizing youâre not even speaking through your persona anymore. Youâre actually turned on by him, actually wanting to fuck yourself with the dildo.
figure8: not yet. keep sucking it
You giggle, half-frustrated, and obey him.
âYou touching yourself right now?â you ask.
figure8: yeah. wanna see?
You have the option of enabling media from viewers, but you never thought youâd want to see a stranger like that. But this man is something else. You click on the button to allow him to send you a photo.
âSend it so I can imagine you hard in my mouth,â you purr.
A few moments pass before the picture comes in. Heâs lying down in bed, showing a bit of his toned stomach, his large hand at the base of his dick. Itâs thick and long and so damn perfect.
âShit,â you whisper. âSuch a nice cock. I donât think I could fit it all in my mouth.â
Youâre not just saying it to flatter him. Heâs huge.
figure8: you could if you tried hard enough
You lick your lips, pushing the dildo deep into your mouth, gagging a little.
figure8: the way you choke on it is so hot. fuck
âHow am I doing?â you coo.
figure8: such a good girl. let me see how you touch your pussy. keep the panties on
The praise makes you ache for it even more. This started off as a job, a way to make money, but now youâre genuinely excited, wishing this guy could fuck you for real.
You tilt your laptop down, spreading your legs in front of the camera as you sit on your bed. Your thong is still on, but itâs see-through. You watch yourself on the screen, tits still in view as you put your hand over your pussy.
figure8: be slow with it
âYouâre torturing me, you know,â you giggle. âIâm not a patient girl.â
figure8: iâll make u be patient. i want u to beg
âPlease let me take these panties off,â you whimper. âI need to touch myself.â
figure8: put your panties to the side
You obey, moaning at the pleasure of your fingers finally on your clit. You rub in circles and up and down, trembling.
figure8: wish i could eat you out right now. you want my mouth on your pussy?
âFuck, Iâd love that,â you say, imagining Rafe looking up at you through his beautiful eyes as he licks your pussy.
figure8: show me how wet you are. put your fingers up to the camera
You do as youâre told, showing him your wetness as it shimmers in the white light from the screen.
âSee how much you turn me on?â you say.
figure8: take the panties off and stretch out your pussy lips
You eagerly slide your underwear off and throw them beside your bed. With your legs spread again, you pull your lips apart, giving him the perfect view.
figure8: good girl. you listen so well
You get a notification that he tipped you $500. You never thought youâd make this much money in one night.
âThank you, baby,â you giggle. âYou love this pussy, huh?â
figure8: ur so fucking perfect. i want to cum inside u. put the dildo in nice and slow, princess
âFinally,â you say. âYour cock would slide in so easily right now. Iâm so fucking wet.â
The toy fills you perfectly, making you quiver. You start to slowly thrust it in and out, but the chat chimes again.
figure8: i know youâre needy but i said slow. put the dildo in and move your hand. i wanna see it inside you
âSorry,â you tease. You move your hand so he can see the toy inside you. You watch yourself in the screen, the dildo hugged perfectly between your walls.
figure8: youâd squeeze my cock so fucking well
âWhat if youâre too big for me, hmm?â
figure8: princess weâd make it fit
Youâre nearly writhing at this point. You scroll back up to see his nude photo again, imagining it inside of you.
âYour dick is so fucking nice,â you groan.
figure8: show me how you like to be fucked. make yourself cum. donât fake it. i wanna hear u cum for real
You obey, thankful heâs finally letting you orgasm. You hold the base of the toy and plunge it in and out of you, the lewd sound filling your bedroom, and use your other hand to rub your clit. You whimper, making sure to keep your face out of frame, imagining this stranger thrusting into you.
You let the sounds of pleasure spill out of your mouth, uninhabited, knowing heâs stroking his dick to you right now.
The orgasm hits you hard, your legs shaking. Youâre panting as you look at your screen to see what he said.
figure8: i just came so fucking hard
âI wish your cum was inside of me,â you say breathlessly. You try to catch your breath as he continues to type.
figure8: whatâs ur favorite position?
âDoggy,â you say, surprised he wants to know more. âWhatâs yours?â
figure8: thats mine too. you can show me next time, princess
âYou wanna do this again, huh?â you tease.
figure8: i dont want you showing your body to any other guy. iâll pay you double what you make on your streams if you only do private shows for me
The idea intrigues you. Itâs sexy how he doesnât want to share you at all.
âHow often you want to do these, baby?â you ask.
figure8: every night. iâll give you 1000 for every show and tips for when you deserve it. i want to buy you some things and watch you use them. youâre mine and mine only
The thought of making $1000 a night is unbelievable. This guy is loaded with cash and wants to spend so much on you.
You would lose the following you worked hard to get, but youâd undoubtedly make way more money being this manâs personal cam girl.
âDeal,â you finally say with a disbelieving laugh. âSame time tomorrow?â
figure8: donât be late
The chat window notifies you that he left. Youâre still breathless, shocked at how you didnât have to fake the orgasm with him.
You scroll to find his dick pic again, as if youâre addicted to looking at it. You turn your camera off and now that you can angle your screen up, you can take a better look at the image.
Your stomach drops. The gold ring around his forefinger. The bedsheets you change twice a week. You know who it is.
The man you just orgasmed with was Rafe.
{ read part two here }
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Who Started The Fire?
From the prompts list:
âThatâs my emotional support entity of questionable moral standing.â
Batman stared down the two teens standing before him. The boy was pointedly looking anywhere but the Batâs face, finding more interest in the dirt and gravel crunching under his shoes. Meanwhile, the girl stood with her arms crossed, head held high, meeting Batmanâs gaze with a defiant glare that wouldnât be out of place on any of his own childrenâs faces.
Behind them lay the smoking remains of what was once a warehouse that had been used as a front for a weapons smuggling operation that the bats had collectively spent the past few weeks investigating. Although their investigation had taken longer than anticipated thanks to this groupâs rather impressive security, they had been so close to a breakthroughâŠwhen the place had gone up in an inferno.
When the Gotham vigilantes had first arrived on the scene the fire had been so intense that theyâd had to put in their gas masks to avoid any inhaling any of the thick black smoke from not only the fire, but also whatever chemicals may have potentially been within the building that would have been released into the air.
Batmanâs initial hypothesis had been that the group had become aware of their investigation and burned the place to avoid any evidence being discovered while they moved locations. However, that theory had been shelved when Red Hood had announced the presence of charred bodies amongst the rubble, and evidence of explosives having been used in multiple area where the buildingâs structure had been the weakest. Whoever had been inside had not had any warning of the blaze that had swallowed the building too fast for them to get to safety, and with the structure being compromised from the explosions all exists had been blocked, preventing the inhabitantâs escape. Red Hood and Nightwing had been discussing potential suspects as Batman and Red Robin searched for any evidence that could have survived the destruction, when a clattering sound followed by the sound of voices hushing each other had altered all of the on scene bats to the presence of possibly several unknowns.
The two teens had been apprehended quickly and ushered to the side, far enough away from the scene of the fire to avoid them overhearing details of the investigation and to prevent any potential tampering. Accidental or otherwise. The teens had been stubborn in their refusal to answer any of the batâs questions to their presence. Nobody knew why they were there, where they had come from, and they had even refused to disclose their names. Oracle, unfortunately, was sick with the flu and had been gently ordered to rest by Agent A. Batman was nevertheless confident that they would be able to discover their identities quickly either once they had returned to the cave or if they could get the kids to talk.
He would have asked Red Hood to speak with the teens, he was the best with kids. And if caught up in anything illegal they often seemed to respond better to him due to his more ambiguous morals and reputation for ensuring kidâs safety. Both from rouges and in some cases, the rest of the bats and birds. But he had been needed in Crime Ally after he had been alerted to a gunfight breaking out between two gangs who had been more hostile and antagonistic in recent months. Nightwing had accompanied him, and Spoiler had diverted from her patrol route to assist. That left Batman and Red Robin behind to deal with both the police and the frustratingly stubborn teens.
Batman resisted the urge to punch the bridge of his nose as yet another question was blatantly ignored by both kids. The boy had begun fiddling with the sleeved of his letterman jacket and the girl had taken to checking her manicured nails for any dirt or imperfections.
Just as he was about to turn the questioning over to one of the on scene police officers, a writhing mass of shadow had emerged from the girlâs shadow. Two tendrils of black smoke reached out to wrap themselves around the wrists and hands of both teens, who had in turn glanced down at their hands and smiled.
âWeâre fine,â the boy had muttered quietly, âno need to worry.â
âWhat is that?â Batman asked, eyeing the mass with a cautious suspicion. He wanted to believe it wasnât hostile given the kids reactions to it. But this was Gotham.
The girl shot him another glare, one hand on her hip while the other remained in the hold of whatever the shadowy mass was.
âThat sir,â she spat out the first word with such venom to her tone that Batman almost flinched, âis our emotional support entity of questionable moral standing.â
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KENJI SATO MASTERLIST
MOMMYâS HERE MASTERLIST !
Notes: just a ken sato x reader story (will also be published on wattpad@kiwikato) but just some cute moments of the reader taking the role of emiâs mom <3
Warnings: maybe a slow burn? probably going to be fast paced tho because i have to feed u all >:3 but nothing bad at all <3 (maybe 0.o if u all want something) but just enjoy!! :3 grammatical/spelling errors 0-0
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter twelve
chapter thirteen (?)
SIDEWORKS MASTERLIST !
headcannons of kenji trying to win over his childhood friend
kenji x reader prompts - normal, angst, and nsfw
kenji x singer! reader - no warnings!
kenji x reader headcannons - first couples months dating
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Helloooo!!!! really interesting event you have going on here :D . a couple pennies for my request?
Can I get a "Hot things they do" prompt with
HSR: Jing Yuan, Sunday, and Boothill Genshin: Neuvillete and Pantalone
Gn!Reader please and thank you <3
HOT THINGS THEY DO
âÂ·Ë you swoon over and practically drool whenever he does something which you love to the moon and back. even the simplest of things has you feeling something burning and fluttering inside ...
note : anon you've got tastes. I don't know if there is anything particular I like that they do everything will have me folding over.
sfw // fluff a lil goofy, slight suggestive gn!reader
â àš JING YUAN à§
His breathy laughter is the best of both worlds. Nothing compares to it. Although you are a big fan of his chuckle whenever he is in a tight spot or has it figured out, his laughter is still incomparable.
But he kind of disagrees with you on this since he would have approved it if it was his thighs. He knows how thick they are and how the strap around his upper thigh makes it look even more enticing. "Who says I don't like it?" you retort.
â àš SUNDAY à§
Whenever he is in deep thought, he would leave his pen, cross his arms and would run his fingers through his hair. Most of the time his hair is prim and proper. But when he puffs his chest up in frustration , eyes squinting , and hair a little bit messy, you can confirm that you become like a victorian man seeing ankles.
"Is this the way you like it?" Sunday says a bit unsure as he is practically wearing something that looks diametrically opposite from what he wears. Shirt, jeans, jacket, cap and all the items that screams 'rock metal genre'.
"Stay still pretty boy I need a good picture for my wallpaper"
â àš BOOTHILL à§
"Babe I find you really hot when you threaten people to kill them whenever they try being real mushy mushy with me"
"You muddle fudger I can't even curse them with the real scary words and you liked that?" Boothill stares at you bewildered. "Your synesthesia beacon working overtime and your hands pointing the gun at him as you threaten to do the wildest shit to him if he ever touches me is very very hot you wouldn't understand". He would usually comply with whatever you say but this time he truly thinks that you've got a few screws loose there. But maybe that's your charm and your 'hot thing'.
"Well if you find THAT hot then ..." he swifts you off your feet and places his hat onto your head "don't you like it when I do this hmm sweetie ?"
â àš NEUVILLETTE à§
While the things or his actions are mostly adorable or gentlemanly, even he has his sides which would leave your heart beating fast and hard. But oh lord have mercy on you because when he would tie his hair messily to focus on his paperwork, you fold.
Neuvillette was about to sit down after he tied his hair in a ponytail, but you noticed his tied hair and without thinking you blurted out,
"Do it again"
"Do what again ?"
"Tie your hair again.. I wanna see..."
He obliged to your request like he usually does even though he was a little confused, but when he turned around to face you, you were blushing HARD and one of your hands was on your chin as if scrutinising his every movement and every flex of his muscles. Neuvillette just chuckled at your antics. "Like what you see dear?" "Very much..." you strided towards him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. No matter how many times you ask such silly requests of him, he will always fulfil them.
â àš PANTALONE à§
You didn't know what captivated you to like pantalone and you wanted to find what was something he did that made you find it hot. Lo and behold you found it when he was threatening one of the fatui members.
Two new recruits were standing at esse in front of Pantalone, who was eyeing them from top to bottom. "So... cryogunner... what was the order?" The cryogunner, after swallowing down the lump in his throat with hesitation, replied, "sâ sir ... we had to take down the owner of the illegal organisationâ"
"And what was the result I received?" his voice cold and eyes piercing. His anger were visible in his eyes even though it did not reflect on his face. "Out of my sights right now the punishment that you two will receive for not abiding to the order will be not so savoury"
The two fatui scurried away after shouting a 'yes sir'. After they left, he removed his glasses and scrunched his face rubbing his temple. Looks like more work got added to his already pending list of tasks. His eyes were full of wrath and anger muttering archons know what
you chuckle "you know your face is doing things to me babe"
"dear I'm not in the moodâ" but looking at your face has him rethinking his decision. You biting your lips and eyes dazed... hmm looks like you've found the way to relieve his stress then?
"It's going to be a rough day hm? dear"
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jinx x fem!reader | minors dni
kinktober 2024 prompts i found :p (overstim, biting, oral sex)
something to know about jinx? she will give it her all, especially when it comes tou you. she relishes in pushing your limits, much to your dismay.
you lay beneath her, top long discarded, her form mirroring yours. her kisses were feverish, harshly prying apart you lips to taste everything you could give her. her hips moved against yours, slow and desperate. a small groan left her lips as she pulled away.
taking in her form, you couldnt help but stare. chest moving rapidly, her long, blue hair tied behind her ears, strands falling wildly. her lips are swollen, red and surely bruised. her chest, small, round breasts adore with sweet little barbells through her stiff nipples.
"youre staring baby..." she purrs, grinding her hips farther into you, leaning in close.
"cant help it....look at you." i giggle at her flushed cheeks, fingers brushing some hair from her sweaty forehead.
with a roll of her eyes, she moves to settle herself between your legs.
"s'nough sweet talk, yeah? wanna taste this pretty pussy..." she rasps, smirking as you squirm at her words. her cold fingers rub at the fabric covering your cunt cause you to gasp and buck your hips into her hold.
another giggle. "youre so sensitive, havent even done anything yet." she teases as she kisses at your thighs, fingers pressing into your hips. her tongue licks the inside of you thigh, so close to where you need her, making you moan softly.
without much warning, she sinks her teeth in. wild giggles fall from her lips as you whimper at the pain, the metallic taste on her tongue is enough to make her see stars. her tongue rolls over the bite, soothing the sting as she kneeds your hips with her hands.
"jinx..fuck i-"
you're undeniably soaked. she takes your plea as motivation to continue and pulls your underwear down, letting them fall to the floor.
"s'wet for me baby, so fuckin pretty." she groans at the sight, wasting little time before she dives in. her tongue finds your swollen clit immediately, making small yet intense strides.
your fingers find her hair, pulling at the strands, causing another moan to rip through her chest. she laps at you like her life right now, depends on it.
fingers move to prod at your hole, easily slipping in with a small hum of approval from jinx. moans and the sound of slick skin fill the room. her fingers continue thier assault on your inside as her tongue moves messily around your clit.
"jinx...m'close" you moan wantonly, feeling yourself definitely coating her face.
"gonna cum babygirl? lemme see it." she muttered against your clit, making you throb around her. "yeah? fuckin cum f'me."
like a dam breaking, your orgasm crashes through you fast and hard. jinx fucks you through it, groaning as you spill all over her face and fingers. her pace stays steady, making you moan and writhe against her. soon, the throbbing assault became too much to handle.
"too much...s'too much...hah fuck-" you buck against her wildly, her head still unmoving.
"you can give me another yeah?" she taunts as she pulls her mouth away for a moment, her fingers still slamming into you. "know you can baby...cmon, make a fuckin mess f'me." her lips find your cunt again, abusing the swollen flesh.
"fuck oh god...its too much jinx...hurts." you whine pathetically, sentences broken apart by whimpers and moans.
"s'okay baby, just let it go, i know you can" she encouraged, eyes looking up at your disheveled form.
your second orgasm of the night hits you like a truck, feeling spurts of cum fall from your pussy. jinx doesnt let any go to waste, slurping obscenely while moaning at the mess you were making. tears of overstimulation burn in your eyes as you buck against her, pushing her shoulders, hoping shes had her fill.
she pulls her head away from you, panting wildly as she slides her fingers out. she brings her fingers to her mouth and cleans them of the stringy substance, moaning in satisfaction as she looks into you eyes.
"that was fuckin hot." she teases, giggling as she moves to hover you again. she leans in and places a searing kiss to your lips, the taste of your orgasm still on her lips. a sigh leaves her lungs as her lips mold with yours, fingers finding your side and rubbing softly.
"did so good f'me." she whispers against your lips as you both catch your breath.
a silent beat passes, basking in the warmth of each other as she speaks again, eyes glinting with something mischievous.
"you got one more in ya, right baby?" she smirks, fingers moving to toy with the waistband of her pants.
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Feverish
Spencer Reid x Reader
18+ â€ïžâđ„
Spencer canât keep his hands off of you in his fever induced delirium.
Inspired by a scene from The Tearsmith (on Netflix)
âWhat happened?â You ask Morgan whoâs got Spencerâs arm draped over his shoulder.
Spencer is out of it, delirious, coated in sweat. Yet he grins at you.
âPopped for the flu, probably from those kids earlier this week,â Morgan answers as he puts Spencer in the passenger seat of your car.
âI knew the flu shot was a waste of time,â Spencer muses. âItâs an educated guess at best as for what strain will circulate through the population,â he scoffs and shoves on sunglasses.
âWonderful,â you groan.
âYouâve already been sick this season, youâre probably fine,â Spencer mumbles and lulls his head back in the seat.
âI think thatâs why he said to call you,â Morgan smiles.
âWell, itâs great to see you again. Stay safe,â Morgan hugs you by way of farewell.
Taking care of your sick ex boyfriend on your long anticipated three day weekend was not high on your bucket list. But here you were.
You drop into the car next to him and heâs already fast asleep. Feeling his forehead, you confirm that heâs burning up.
You and Spencer had ended things amicably four weeks ago. Your crazy schedule as a labor and delivery nurse didnât mesh well with his chaotic FBI job. It didnât mean you didnât care for him. Perhaps that made seeing him so sick that much harder.
âCome on,â you help him from the car and into your house.
He stumbles up the front steps but youâre able to hold him up.
âSorry, dizzy,â he murmurs.
âItâs okay,â you place your hand at the center of his chest, pushing yourself under his arm further to support his tall frame. The heat coming off of him could almost burn you.
You had never been more grateful that you opted for a one floor house. You imagined getting him up a flight of stairs would be impossible.
âHere,â you sit him on the edge of your king sized bed but he just flops onto his side, tucking his face into your pillow. He breaths in deeply, you can hear how congested he is.
You hurry to your medicine cabinet to get him a concoction of fever reducers.
âTake this,â you sit him up.
He barely opens his eyes, just groggily obeys and trusts the pills youâre giving him. He knows youâd never do anything to hurt him.
You wipe the water from his lips gently. He purses his mouth as though to kiss the pad of your thumb longingly.
You slowly undo the buttons of his shirt, you needed to cool him down. Heâs drenched in sweat.
âSit up,â you pull him up with a hand on the back of his neck and push the shirt off of his shoulders. Your eyes trace his body longingly, but only for a moment.
You gently lay him back down and start undoing his converse so he can get more comfortable. He groans at the movements as you tug the shoes off and discard them, adoring his mismatched socks.
You brush his hair from his forehead and prompt him to open his eyes. He does but theyâre heavy with fatigue.
âYouâre going to be fine Spence, just tell me if you need anything,â you whisper.
You gently caress his cheek, his eyes fluttering closed. You relax your hand in the center of his bare chest, unable to help how drawn to him you are. You missed him. His lean body with the thin sheen of sweat had your heart fluttering. Touching him was too much, too overwhelming. You sigh and stand from the bed.
His arm wraps around your waist and he tugs you weakly back into the bed. You fall half onto him and half next to him.
âDonât go,â he murmurs and buries his face in your stomach like youâre all heâll ever need. You run your hands through his long hair and hold him close to comfort him. It doesnât even bother you that his hair is damp, you just want to help him.
He pulls you more onto him and twists his hands into your shirt. Youâre nearly straddling him now, leaning over him as he groans and begs for you to be closer.
âSpence,â you warn.
He nudges his face into your abdomen, between your breasts. Heâs so out of it you doubt heâs even aware of his actions. His mouth clamps over your nipple which is hardening through your shirt. This is so wrong, but it feels so fucking good.
Your body reacts to him, your hips grinding down against his. You canât help it.
Your tank top rides up and his mouth trails sloppily against your now exposed skin, causing you to suck air through your teeth harshly. Heâs kind of kissing you, but more seemingly needing to touch you with his mouth. He leaves moist trails of kisses against your stomach. He grapples at your body, heâs needy, heâs panting. Heâs whimpering against you.
Heâs burning up.
âShhh, Spence,â you sink down next to him and nestle into the crook of his arm.
You push away your arousal. That was not happening right now.
Besides, clear headed Spencer wouldnât touch you that way after breaking up.
âNeed you,â he moans.
âNot right now baby,â the nickname slips out. It was habit.
His buries his face in the crook of your neck, heâs breathing hard as his hand trails down your body. He digs his nails into the soft skin on your hips and squeezes lovingly. His fingertips move down the plane of your stomach and graze just under the edge of your waistband but he goes no further. You take in the sight of his large hand on your body again, those fingers, the way the muscles and veins move as he does. Your traitorous pussy clenches around absolutely nothing. Ugh.
He begins to kiss the soft spot of your neck and you canât help but to tilt your head to give him better access. His hand moves up to squeeze your breast, pulling a moan from you. God you needed him so bad. But he was so sick. His desperation for you was driving you mad.
You hear him shudder as a chill washes over him. But he ignores it, moving so his laying on you, kissing your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. His eyes are still closed, heavy with sickness. But he slides his strong arms under you to hold you even closer to him as he continues to kiss and sucking at your neck. He nudges your tank top down and pulls your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
âAh, Spencer. Baby,â you writhe beneath him, but heâs got you pinned.
He kisses you until he canât anymore, until his grip on you grows weaker and his mouth lingers on you longer.
He grows tired and rests his head on your chest. He keeps you beneath him, most of his body weight laying between your legs. His head rests on your stomach as he starts to doze off. His warm breath fans against your skin.
You push your hand into his hair to keep him right where he is. Heâs absorbing your body heat, his breathing beginning to slow.
A content sigh escapes his chest and he finally falls asleep.
You can still feel the ghosts of his hands and lips, messy and needy on your body. Itâs like he was devouring you, like you were the only thing that could save him. He was absolutely out of his mind, acting on instinct and primal need despite being sick. Itâs like he couldnât help it, couldnât stop himself from touching you.
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Yandere Gojo Satoru Prompts with a civilian petite reader
234. âIsnât just the thought of a mini version of us unbelievably cute?â
133. âI know the restraints must hurt you. Donât worry, Iâll untie you as soon as Iâm sure you wonât run away again from me.â
Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, obsession, clinginess, delusional behavior, abduction, ropes, Nsfw, non-con, baby trapping, female reader, petite reader (very specific body type)
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Prompt 133 + 234
The taste of salty tears burnt on your tongue, involuntary moans and groans tumbling from your lips like a broken record as your small body was dwarfed even more by Satoru's taller frame. Rough and large hands squeezed the flesh of your thighs, your legs aching as they were pressed towards your body, restricting your movements and leaving you to helplessly lay there as the white-haired man kept on thrusting inside of you.
Your pussy was soaked, leaking with your own juices as well as his previous loads that he had spilled inside of you, his member coated in the mixed fluid of your releases as his hips slammed against your own. The air felt too hot and suffocating, beads of sweat dripping down your temples as your whole body twitched and quivered in overstimulation. Every shift on your body made the skin on your wrists spark in burning pain, scraping against the restraints that kept your arms pinned above your head.
You could feel your heart drumming against your ribcage, could hear its sound pounding inside your head. You could even detect the rhythm of Satoru's frantic heartbeat whenever he pressed his bodyweight against you, his chiseled chest smushed against your breasts as you could feel his own heart jumping against his ribcage.
His heartbeat could even be sensed in his hard shaft that glided in and out of you in a fast pace that almost bordered on desperation, rubbing against every sensitive spot inside of you that forced constant sparks of pleasure to tighten the coil inside of your stomach, threatening to push you over the edge once again. You could feel him reaching deep inside of you, his length completely disappearing inside of your hot and sensitive hole before pulling out until only his tip was kissing your insides before ramming himself back entirely. If you were to glance down, you could have even seen the bulge on your tummy that appeared whenever he thrust inside of you yet you only squeezed your eyes to cut out at least one of your senses from the constant overstimulation.
A string of curses left Satoru as he felt his balls throbbing and tightening up, the tension growing within him as his muscles started tensing up. You were tired, he could tell from your lack of protests and cries as you had been reduced to a whimpering mess beneath him.
"One last time...O-One last time, I promise..." he panted out, his lips pressing against your burning skin as his hips picked up speed whilst rutting against you, "I-I'll let you rest afterwards...f-fuck..."
His hips stuttered as he felt a tingling spreading from his balls to his groin to his spine, his grip on your thighs faltering as his limbs lost their strength and his mind went shortly blank. A familiar thick and hot load of sticky semen coated your soiled insides, the sensation triggering your final orgasm. A fresh set of tears fell down your eyes as a high-pitched scream left your mouth, your body convulsing as every thought in your head was silenced for a few seconds, your mind submerged into waves of euphoria. Your legs were flailing around and your wrists were twisting around as your body tried to handle the mind-numbing pleasure you had just entered.
You slumped into the mattress beneath you as soon as you were pulled out of the bright sensation, a new wave of tiredness washing over you as the pleasure slowly left your muscles. There was a fresh trail of drool that had dripped out of your mouth, one that you wished you could wipe away if your hands weren't tied. You dared to open your eyes again only to be met with half-lidded orbs of brilliant blue staring right back at you.
A post-orgasmic smile of bliss appeared on his face when you looked at him, staring at you with hazy eyes as he rocked his hips against you for a few more moments, letting your tight walls embrace his cock and take in everything he had to give before he slowly pulled his softened member out of you.
His hands finally released their hold on your thighs fully, the sore limbs instantly dropping down and sinking into the mattress, the occasional twitch still going through them. Strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you against his body as he laid down next to you, his face nuzzling against the crook of your neck. Neither of you spoke up for the next few minutes, only the sound of soft pants audible as both of you recovered for a while from the last-what was it-two hours?
You swallowed dryly when you felt his lips pressing tiny kisses against your neck and your shoulder, your eyes landing on his white hair before you decided to speak up.
"Satoru," you called out his name carefully, earning a hum from him as he shifted his face so that his blue eyes could look up at your face, "Can you untie me, please?"
Your wrists turned slightly within the restraints, the material squeezing tightly against your skin as a result as you continued looking at him. Bright eyes darted to your wrists when you moved them around to emphasise your request before landing on your face again. He shook his head softly, his eyes only holding some mild pity.
âI know the restraints must hurt you," he spoke in a soothing tone, one of his hands easily reaching up to your pinned hands and rubbing your palm with his thumb gently, "Donât worry, Iâll untie you as soon as Iâm sure you wonât run away again from me.â
You pursed your lips, biting the inside of your cheeks with the last bit of frustration you could summon up in your exhausted state.
"Can I at least have a sip of water then?" you opted to ask for instead, your throat tightening as you swallowed again, your mouth dry. This was a request he seemed to be willing to fulfill you instantly as he grabbed a bottle of water he had kept on the nightstand.
"Here ya go..." he uttered in a hushed tone as he guided the bottle to your lips. Fewer times could you remember enjoying the taste of bland water more than in that moment, taking big gulps to quench your thirst and to soothe your pounding headache. Blue eyes never left your face, the adoration in this gaze something you were quite familiar with by now which was precisely why you could spot the new something that had been part of every look he had given you ever since that day. You still did not know what it was but it had been the single reason why you had been stuck in this predicament ever since. You didn't know if that something would ever subside, you could only hope it did.
"Feeling any better?" he asked as soon as you had practically emptied the bottle, one of his hands going up to caress your head. You nodded weakly, the headache still prevalent though at least it felt like the hydration had partially weakened the pounding ache. You shut your eyes for a moment as you took a few breaths, noticing all the different aches your body was making you aware of now that the last bit of ecstasy had left your body to deal with the consequences.
"M'sorry. I should have been a bit more careful." you heard him whisper against your skin as his fingers traced over your sore and used body though you didn't believe his words. He'd told you the same thing yesterday and the day before that yet nothing really changed.
You stiffled a pained groan when he shifted positions, crawling on top of you before laying down carefully, his forehead pressed against your stomach. Remaining in that position for a while, you couldn't help but watch him with growing dread. There were still so many things you didn't understand yet you knew that those blue eyes of his could perceive far more than you or anyone else in this city could ever hope to detect.
"If it doesn't work, we'll try again tomorrow..."
His words brought you brief relief yet it was as short-lived as a flash of lightning when your mind reminded you that Satoru would try as long as it took until it finally took. Until you were pregnant with his child.
His intentions were obvious to you, they had been since the very first night after your attempt to escape had gone so horribly wrong. The words had just tumbled out of his mouth on that day, chaotic and desperate as the betrayal and paranoia had been just freshly engraved on his mind. Baby trapping you was by far one of the most messed up things Gojo Satoru was currently doing yet you knew best that he was too deluded to ever realise this.
"I wonder if they'll resemble me or will take more after you... Perhaps a mix of the both of us," he mused to himself, his lips showering your flat stomach with light kisses, "Isnât just the thought of a mini version of us unbelievably cute?â
You could pick up on the giddiness in his tone, the obvious joy that the thought of having a baby with you brought him. In another situation you would have perhaps been able to reciprocate the excitement but this wasn't another situation. You could only remain silent, the lack of an answer from your side breaking him out of his happy thoughts as he looked up. His adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed as if your face stained with drying tears and snot as well as the silent yet grieving look in your eyes threatened to confront him with the reality.
"I-I understand that the thought of having a baby may be a bit overwhelming," he started, his eyes pinning your gaze, "But I promise that you'll change your mind once you'll feel those first kicks or at the latest when it'll be born and you'll hold our baby for the first time. He or she will be the sweetest thing you'll ever lay your eyes on."
You did not believe his words. How could you when it sounded like he was making excuses to uphold his own images he was breeding inside his head.
There were words crawling up your throat, words you desperately wished to speak. Satoru sensed it too and almost seemed to brace himself for what you were about to possibly say to him. You could taste the scorching words on your tongue, their bitter taste spreading inside your mouth only for you to hesitate for too long, causing everything to collapse.
"Am I supposed to believe that? I don't even know who you really are..." you muttered, your voice quiet yet tinged with bitterness.
"That's not true, "Satoru quickly answered back, crawling closer to you until he could cup your face and hover his face right above yours, "You're the only one who knows me. The real me..."
There was pain in his voice as well as his eyes and you wished that you could understand why it was stuck in his heart in the first place instead of constantly being left in the dark.
"Then why are you not telling me anything?"
For a brief moment you could see the agony taking over, a glazed look appearing in his eyes as his mind took him to a place only he could see before his gaze cleared up.
"You don't need to know. Not for now at least," he whispered, his voice heavy with regret and fear, "You only need to know that nothing will happen to you or our future child because both of you are mine."
#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#yandere gojo#yandere gojo satoru#yandere x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#gojo x reader
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Hiii. Can I request a oneshot based on this HAHAHAH pleasee please like short oneshot will do!!! đ„°đ„° https://www.tumblr.com/svtsofthours/768423753034104832/seungcheol-jihoon-isnt-answering-his-phone?source=share
đ do not disturb (jihoon x reader)
or: jihoon always answers. no questions asked.
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footnotes: i debated the ethics (ethics?!) of taking this on, but i'm ultimately weak to anything and everything uji-related. prompt is fully by @svtsofthours ⥠word count: >980
Jihoon has a bad habit of leaving his phone on 'Do Not Disturb' mode.
In his line of work, getting in the flow was the most important thing. Inspiration could be dashed as easily as it came, and Jihoon's not about to risk his momentum being killed by a TikTok from Vernon or a 'wyd?' from Wonwoo.
His members call him vicious for it, but Jihoon is also the first to remind them that everything he does is for them. That's always the quickest way to shutting them up.
There are still ways to reach him, of course, when he's in the zone. Some members will drop by the studio unannounced. Some know to go through Jihoon's manager instead.
And some have begun to realize that they could simply just ask you.
It's another one of those long evenings, the type that has Jihoon feeling like his retinas are burning from all the time he's spent at his DAW. He doesn't remember the last time he looked away from the song he's working on, but it's a small price to pay for what he thinks is shaping up to be a potential title track. He just needs to tweakâ
The thought is disrupted by the shrill ring of his cellphone.
Without so much of a second thought, Jihoon is reaching for the device and answering the call without even checking the ID. He has at least enough wits to know that he's been on 'Do Not Disturb' since he stepped into the studio, which means the caller could only be one person.
"Hi, honey," he says.
His voice is a tired rasp but the fondness bleeds through all the same. The sudden reprieve has him sinking a little further into his computer chair, like he's just registered how utterly spent he is.
That exhaustion pales in comparison to the warmth that floods his chest when you greet him back with your ever-so sweet, "Hey, darling. Still in the studio?"
You already know the answer, and yet you still ask. Jihoon feels a little endeared by it as he absentmindedly runs his free hand over his face. "You know it," he says. "What's up?"
"Seungcheol and Soonyoung have been trying to get in touch with you," you inform him.
Jihoon raises an eyebrow. He pulls his phone away from his ear to check his lockscreen and, sure enough, you're right. Six (6) missed calls from Coups-hyung. Six (6) missed calls from Hamzzi.
"I've been working," Jihoon says into the receiver as he brings his phone back up. "Are they with you right now?"
"Just Seungcheol. Hereâ"
Jihoon has half a mind to tell you, no, please, do not pass the phone over to Seungcheol, but the leader's whining voice is already piercing through the call. "You answered their call in less than ten seconds!" Seungcheol proclaims, the pout in his voice audible. "What the hell, Jihoon-ah?!"
"It wasn't less than ten seconds," Jihoon protests weakly, feeling the tips of his ears burn red at the insinuation of just how fast he could fold when it came to you.
Seungcheol doesn't give a damn about semantics. His point still stands. "You didn't answer a single one of my calls," the older boy complains. "I can't believe this!"
So help me, God. Jihoon knows he's already going to have to get the man one pastry or another to compensate for this misgiving. "Right, sorry, sorry," Jihoon huffs out. "Why were you calling, anyway?"
Seungcheol bitches and moans for a couple more minutes before eventually breaking the news about some brand endorsement that they need to sign on for. Jihoon promises to check his e-mail and have the contract in before the morning, which doesn't really appease Seungcheol.
Even as the leader passes the phone back to you, he's mumbling something like 'unbelievable' and 'ungrateful kid'. Jihoon rolls his eyes despite the fact that neither of you can see it.
His mounting annoyance ebbs at your voice, at your gentle question of, "When are you going to finish up?"
Jihoon lets out a low hum, eyeing the aborted song on his laptop. He had wanted to make changes on somethingâ the bridge? the chorus?â but the idea was gone now, replaced only with the crick in his neck and the ache of longing.
"I think I could wrap up for the night," he decides. "We can order in some pizza and watch that drama you like. How does that sound?"
Jihoon can hear the way you try to tamp down your excitement in favor of tentatively asking, "Are you sure? I can always wait for you, darling."
And, oh, he loves you for it. He loves that your first and foremost concern is the disruption to his work, the easy way he throws it all aside in favor of a night in with you. Jihoon is usually much stronger than this, he swears.
But he's a weak, weak man whenever you come calling.
"I'm sure," he says. "See you in ten."
"See you. Take care." A beat. And then, you add in a whisperâ almost like you're a little abashed to be saying it in front of Seungcheolâ "I love you."
Even though there's nobody around to hear him say it, even though the words are yours and yours alone, Jihoon's voice softens to match your tone.
"I love you, too. Can't wait to come home to you, honey."
Jihoon ends the call at that because he knows you have a thing about not wanting to be the one to put down the phone. He stares down at his device and its Notification Center, where there's dozens of missed calls, texts, and e-mails. Evidence of what he's ignored in favor of the craft.
His 'Do Not Disturb' stays on, with only one exception to the rule: All notifications are allowed from you.
svtsofthours' post ->
Seungcheol: Jihoon isnât answering his phone. You: Iâll call. Seungcheol: Soonyoung and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thinkâ Jihoon: Hi, honey.
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You're my favorite writer, and König is my favorite aussie man, so OF COURSE im making you write for him, hal, BEAR W ME !
Alright, what do you think about König with the âYouâre here late.â prompt? The reader is part of KorTac and always worked alongside König, since they both entered about the same time, because of the readers personality, they are always fighting, one of these fights are specifically bad, leading the reader to go on a mission with another KorTac member, to help out somewhere else and take their mind off things, when the reader face a problem on the mission and ends up arriving late, König is furious.
Moths Hit the Window
PAIRING: König x F!Reader
SYNOPSIS: Fights with König were always loud, but this time his comments went a bit too far.
WORD COUNT: 5.9k
WARNINGS: Verbal fighting, angst, high tension, blood & stitches, wounds, canon typical violence, guns/weapons, death, suggestive near the end, fluff, hurt/comfort, etc.
A/N: Huge thanks to @idocarealot for the German translations!! Also, König's wearing the arachnid skin in this because I love it sm - enjoy, Anon!
*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*
You seethe. If eyes could turn red yous would be a beautiful shade of crimsonâbloody knives ripping out of the cornea to strike whoever happened to get too close. It was as if the very air boiled with the force of a raging tsunami as you stomped down the local military baseâs hallways, covered in blood and guts. Never had you reconsidered working for KorTac more than at this very moment.Â
Maybe I should just become a mercenary, you rip at the torn-apart gloves over your hands and jerk your arm out. Passerbyers quickly avert their eyes as you shove them into a garbage can and continue on with a growl. No shitty rules, no regulationsâno fucking partners.
If people happened to slide past without noticing the steam coming out of your ears, they would have immediately locked eyes on the pure elephant of a man trailing fast behind. Königâs eyes were goring into the back of your neck, gray and tan garb swaying as the packs and flash grenades on his combat vest bounced with every step. Accents of red do nothing in comparison to his visible fleshâthe section of his eyes uncovered by his mask and head rig alight around his obsidian gaze.Â
 König was muttering to himself far under his breath, curses and harsh comments all in German that he wouldnât say to your face. At least not right now in view of others.Â
âI can hear you, you dimwit,â you hiss over your shoulder, grinding your teeth as you both make your way to the armory, âcurse me out quieter!âÂ
âYou are making a scene!â The beast grunts, that heavily accented English striking your eardrums with its harsh dialect.Â
âOh, jeez!â You raise your voice even higher, turning back forward and clenching your hands into fists as blood and guts drip off your gearânone of it yours. âIâm just so damn embarrassed, König! Iâm making such a large and obnoxious display. Whatever will I do?!â Sarcasm like a valuable drug is injected into the waves of your voice. People from open doorways look out with shock, brows pulled up.Â
Everyone quickly darts back away when you snap your head in their direction and send them a scathing glare.
No one was surprised to find you and the Austrian going at it again but knew well enough to stay out of the crossfire. Lest someone get roped into it.
âFuck off!â You spit the last curse into the burning air and shove past a soldier ahead of you.
Königâs dark eyes flash dangerously, lips under his mask twisting into a sneer. The manâs shoulders seem to dig in even farther, spine curling over as if a brooding child.Â
This had all started the second youâd joined up with KorTac. Fresh out of the military and eager to get back into the game after a good vacation the PMC group had been at the top of your list. But if youâd known youâd be paired up with this damn mountain every chance there was just because heâd got into the game at nearly the same time as you, youâd have put in your luck with SpecGru.Â
âI do not see how this is appropriate behavior,â König follows as you place your palms on the black metal of the armory door, pressing with your shoulders. âI did what I was tasked to doââ
The masked man is cut off as you whirl on your heels, the door slamming shut as his body is shoved into it with strong arms. Dark eyes go wide in surprise, feeling the dig of your nails on his abdomen as your form presses into him and the chill of the door on his spine. You feel his skin bunch under his thick shirt and even if you want to stare him down thatâs just not an option. Your warm figures shuffle together with panting breaths and dangerous glints in your eyes.Â
âBull,â you drag out the word, growling it right up into his neck; sniper hood caressing your chin. Königâs breath hitches with shakes of swirling emotions. âShit.â
Shoving once more so he gets the point, you push off of him and stalk away like a feral wolf, already unclipping grenades and medical packs from your vest.Â
âYouâre the damn reason the target got away!â Gear is thrown haphazardly to the long table in the center of the room. The Austrian watches with predatory eyes, hands clenched so hard that they quiver. He stays still, watching, as you send scathing glances. âThe reason weâre going to be here for ten times longer than weâre supposed to be!âÂ
âIt is not my fault you failed to properly check the perimeter before you rushed in like a fool.â Volatile couldnât be used to describe thisâŠthis was nothing short of volcanic. It was as if there were two sides of a scale filled with bullets and gunpowderâfire in the middle that was equally heating both piles as they raised and lowered erratically. Königâs voice grates over the air, âI did what I could to fix your scheiĂe plan!â
âDonât you shit on my plan!â You point, voice bouncing off the weapon racks as you rip the rifle strap from over your chest, chucking it away.Â
âI will shit on itâit wasâŠit wasâŠ!â Königâs voice cuts out and he canât find the words. The Austrian descends into visceral German ramblings. âEs war so ziemlich der schlechteste Plan, den ich je gehört hab. Welcher halbwegs vernĂŒnftige Mensch geht in eine heiĂe Zone ohne vorher alle Zielobjekte richtig zu markieren?! Ich kann dich und deine RĂŒcksichtslosigkeit nicht mehr leiden â du bringst mich um meinen Verstand! Hast du ĂŒberhaupt ein Gehirn in deinem SchĂ€del?â
You shake your head to yourself, heart pounding. âYouâre still the one that was supposed to focus on the HVT. I rushed so he would flush out, but, no,â taking out the magazine of the rifle you hold it in your hands like an accusatory ruler that a teacher would hold. König shoves off the door and stands to his full height; arms tensed and straining before they coil around his chest in a soothing gesture.Â
He hated the fightingâthe constant strain between the two of you. But when you were together it could never amount to anything else. The room felt like it was a million degrees.
Your eyes stab at him, âNo! You had to go and focus on me! I hate to break this to you, König,â feet come forward and you once again find yourself close to himâbreathing the same air and taking in the scent of gunpowder and blood. You point the tip of the magazine into his chest. His unseen lips pull; jaw clenching with held-back fire. âBut I am not your damn mutt to keep on a leash. I had it under control.â
Itâs as if you donât realize the Austrian could snap you in half with a single kick of his leg, as if the sheer size of König had slipped your mind as a whole. His hands could snap your neck in an instant, but that was only if he got ahold of you.Â
But that was a line the both of you were never planning to cross. Words were one thing in this profession, actions another. If you ever got into a physical fight, youâd both kill each other, no doubt.Â
Youâd like to think youâre a bit above that, but perhaps not.
Königâs chest rises and falls deeply, taking in calming breaths as he tries to get his temper under control. âYou didnât,â he jeers out, âI saved your life, you HeiĂluftgeblĂ€se. And if you wanted to be treated less than a dog,â he grunts to you, head pulling down close to your face, harshly whispering out, âYou could have simply asked me, yes?â
You both snarl at each other's throats like rabid animals, the world disappearing all around the obsidian eyes that match with yours; for a moment you get lost in the shining bits of silver in his iris that seem to burn with chilled iron. What little skin you can see is flushed and tightâhawk nose nearly poking out your eye as youâre leaned over like a giraffe near a bush.
Body vibrating, you sharply breathe, âIâm not even going to ask what that fucking means, you tool.â
âGood.â The words are bitten and fast, âbecause I am not telling you.â
âGreat!â
âPerfekt!â You both were arguing like children. Hot faces and unwilling to let the other have the last word. If you got along it might have been funny.Â
âIâm going to dump all of your EinspĂ€nner out on the tarmac.â Your sure voice echoes with a definitive promise to the tone.Â
Pale lids widen in horror at the threat to the Austrian's favorite beverage, comfortably sitting in the Baseâs fridge.Â
âYou would not,â Königâs tone is deathly serious and you smirk, eyes dancing. âYouâŠâ a guttural growl meets the air, mind translating words and giving meanings, âbeast of a woman!â
âOh, is that the best you can fucking do?!â You yell, splaying your hands out widely and moving away from him. âNow thatâs really a show stopper, König, Iâm shaking in my damn boots.âÂ
âIch komm mit dir nicht mehr klar.â König yells, moving back and placing both of his hands atop his head, knuckles white. âYouâre rudeâyou do not even try to get along. You are loud and disrespectful; how do you live like this?!â
Your eyes slightly widen, watching the Austrian.
âDonât try?â You echo, scoffing loudly. âWhat do you mean donât try? I was the one to try and smooth things out between us in the beginning.â
âWhen?!â König spreads his hands out, knees slightly bent. âBecause I have no recollection of such events.â
âWell of course you wouldnât!â The heat was meeting a breaking pointâwords were getting more personal, sharper. Like a blade being honed for the kill slowly; being sharpened by rocks and whetstones of conviction.Â
König points a finger at you, voice going low and thin, âIâve had enough of you, yes?â His sniper hood moves rapidly with his fast ricochets of breath. âJust about enough. Would you have wanted me to let you die?â
âI had it,â your lips spit, nose scrunched, and forehead tight. The manâs chest vibrates with a mute growl.Â
In all actuality, youâd never seen him this worked up before. König wasnât above giving your quips back even if he obviously disliked itâmost of that was due to the strange familiarity between the two of you. In large crowds, the man preferred to stay silent. This only added to his almost deadly aura with others, though you knew the muteness was because of social anxiety and not some built silence. He wasnât shy per se, just afraid heâd say something wrong; mess up the conversation. You did most of the talking in meetings and you never minded it. Added him in when the topic was something he knew a lot about.
Your mind had addled it up to thinking it was cute, actually. How his feet would shuffle; his half-lidded gaze and his intense eye contact to let them know he was still listening. When heâd have to remind himself to look away with a pinch to his thigh because it was starting to seem threatening. It was endearing, even.
But around people König knew, well, he was going to speak his mind. No matter how long it takes his brain to catch up with his lips.
The only thing the two of you were good at was being mothsâhitting the metaphorical window over and over on the same topics and tension points. Slamming heads and flapping wings. You were at the end of your rope just as he was.
âI should have never taken you as a partner!â He calls, feet splayed. âShould have gotten out of this the second you were assigned with me. Gott, ich hab wirklich versucht, dich zu verstehen â Ich hĂ€tte gleich aufgeben sollen.â Your lips thin, lungs stalling as all the air vacates the room. You stand still and listen to what he really thinks, fingers shaking.
Königâs large form towers over all, great sparks of electricity flying out. His gear shakes as he moves, thigh straps pushing fabric to shift and conform to his body. Your blood pumps with brewing hesitance.Â
Maybe this had gone too far. Iâve never seen him like this.
âI canât stand you any longer! Pathetic squabbles that mean nothing, absolutely ludicrous plans that make little headway.â Your head bursts with aggression and what little warning signs you have are squashed. âI canât keep saving you because you canât do your job correctly!â
âYou donât have to save me at all!â You scream. âYou canât keep your damn eyes off of me for five seconds, König.â Feet move away quickly from the armory door as if someone had come to put away their stuff but thought better of it. The next words burst from you before you can think of the contents. âItâs like you fucking love me or something!â
König doesnât miss a beat, but for months afterward, he wishes he had.
âOh, do not make me laughââ he scoffs ferally, adrenaline making him talk, âas if anyone could ever love a woman like you in the first place.âÂ
Twin eyes widen and both parties immediately fall silent. A sharp inhale.
Too far.
Under the hood, Königâs face goes an embarrassing shade of red all the way down to his chest. Fingers freeze. Jaw slackens.
You feel like your heart was just grasped in his grip and ripped out of your ribs with one violent motionâone sentence out of all the others enough to knock down the rebuttal that had formed on the tip of your tongue. Your throat closes up as you blink in shock.
âI-IâŠâ König stutters, mind blanking as he struggles for words. But anger was easier than pain.
Numb fingers rip off the last of your weapons and belongings as you let them hit the floor with defining thuds as warm shame floods your cheeks. Shaky puffs of breath like a panting dog. Dark eyes watch with regretful panic, heart jumping and eyes flinching. The adrenaline itâŠit made him forget himself on occasionâhow to properly act when not on the battlefield. It was like that with everyone butâŠbut he hadnât meant that.
Shame that itâs already too late.
Your fisted hand slams into his chest, brutal and unforgiving. König lets off a grunt but does nothing as you slither past, hissing into his ear, âFind yourself a new punching bag.â
His hand snaps to his breast where you had slammed your KorTac patch right into his heart, catching it. Itâs many moments before he can think enough through the alarm; form words.
âIâŠI didnâtâŠoh, du blöde Kuh!âÂ
By the time the man composed himself, panicked tears burning in his eyes, the door had already slammed shut. His feet squeaked over the tile to an empty audience.Â
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Private Military Companies donât have ranks. There are no Sergeants, Lieutenants, Generals or Colonels. Just people. Beyond the orders youâd been hired on, there was nothing keeping you in line with König on this mission. And those orders were loose at best.
Adhere to policy and listen to the Baseâs COs. Shut up and get the job done.Â
The Austrian and you werenât due out for another week because of rotations. Since youâd failed to capture or kill the HVT that you were assigned, another group had picked up the tracks in the meantime. Like an oiled machine, the gears of this operation kept whirling.Â
Evolve, or die.Â
âLieutenant!â You call to the geared-up man on the tarmacâthe one heading that very same group. It had been only a few hours since the incident in the armory. You needed a distraction; blood was still running high and brain pounding for release. There were only so many times you could bruise your fists and legs on a punching bag before people started giving you nervous looks. âNeed an extra hand?â
Your voice sounds strained, even to you. The man looks you over once and narrows his eyes. Nods not moments later.Â
âGet tired of your big friend? Okay, how fast can you be ready for me?â You feel your shoulders loosen, a relieved sigh exiting your lips.
âThree minutes.â
â...get to it then. We move in five.âÂ
So that was how you found yourself backed into a corner five hours into the op from hellâbloody knife held tightly in your grip and mouth open in ragged pants.Â
âFuck,â your vest is torn and riddled with bullets; your entire chest must be bruised by now because it surely aches like it is. âFuck, fuck, fuck.â
You really are reckless, just like König had said you were. Maybe youâd just never realized it because he always seemed to watch your six. ThisâŠthis was really bad. The comms were awash with screaming orders and panic, ringing out across the abandoned mining factory that exploded with light from gunfire and the sounds that accompanied it. You knew for a fact three soldiers were down; two KIA.Â
The Lieutenant is one of them.Â
Your hand snaps to the radio strapped to your chest, one eye squinted in pain at the ragged slice across your left brow line. At your feet, two heavily armed men lay dead.Â
âPull back! They knew we were coming!â But your word didnât carry weight here. Your face twists between pain and rage. Königâs comment still rings in your ears as the onset of tinnitus does, as if anyone could ever love a woman like you in the first place. It wasnât ideal to be thinking about this nowâit was detrimental that you didnât.Â
But König and the things he did often stained your brain. No matter how much you tried to distance yourself from that fact.Â
Snapping the knife in your grasp down in an arch to dispel the blood from the blade, you take a steel-laced inhale and shove off the wall. Limping, but moving. Sprained ankle. Nothing you hadnât dealt with before.
The concrete under you is splattered with crimson viscera and you stumble over spasming bodies riddled with bullets. With a subdued shink you slip your knife into its thigh sheath, grabbing the FTac Recon strapped around your chest after slamming a fresh mag into it. With a numb calm overcoming you, you slip your forefinger into the trigger guard, poised over the easy press of the trigger itself.Â
The long shadows spread over you; your head illuminated by the dull sheen of the moon as you pass under a stretch of open sky to slink into the building across the empty street. Feral yells still bounce off the air and you go to them readily, purpose settling in your veins.Â
Pain flies to the back of your mind, displaced by adrenaline and the rabid puffs of breath that fall like grinding thunder from your lips. Â
You wonder what Königâs thinking right nowâheâd without a doubt noticed that you were gone. Heâd even probably gone to your barracks room to try and apologize and found it empty. That was just how he was.Â
Would he be happy? You wondered. Relieved to see you out of his life? Youâd both done nothing but fight, but there were moments of peace. Understanding.Â
Shared meals and comfortable, yet sarcastic, comments; soft glances when the other wasnât looking. Heat in your face and obviously shown on his when shy hands brushed.Â
Your hold tightens on your gun, brows dripping with sweat as it dribbles down along with the blood. Gunfire flashes.Â
Closer now.
Shadows scream on top of a raised walkway attached to an in-mountain compound, targets with trigger fingers firing on your fellows who take cover behind crumbling walls. Pinned down. You watch, unseen, from a broken window as dust and moths collide.Â
Your eyes lock on the closest hostile and you raise your weapon slowly, barrel resting on the frame between shattered glass. You clock the distance and adjust accordingly; breaths falling steady.Â
The small insect that keeps hitting the window plays in your mind over and overâdrowning out the yells; the fire.Â
Just a moth readily willing to smash into that barrier until it dies. You hum under your breath and rest the gun into the crook of your shoulder, cheek to stock.Â
Your finger slams into the trigger.Â
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You stumble out of the loud infirmary with a bloody rag pressed deeply into your forehead, medical pouch under one arm. You hear rushing feet and barked orders from nurses and doctors just before the door closes, cutting off as you stake out on your own.
Limping, you reason there were others with more severe wounds than your own; as blood drips from your flooded rag, your feet take you deep into the base one broken step at a time. Youâd figure it out yourself.Â
Plus, the silence would give you time to think. Think about König.Â
You just gritted your teeth and decided that was better than taking up space in the infirmary.Â
In times like these, the Austrian would fix your wounds for you, just as you did his. While you had your disagreements and heated fights, heâd never made it as personal as he had hours beforehand. Never made it hurt.Â
âJesus,â you mutter, rubbing your other crusty hand over the mud along your chin. Everything ached and you donât know if thatâs a good or a bad thing.Â
Flinching along like a downed bird, you shove through into the last door into the barracks; thoughts now stuck on finding a chair to sit down on before your legs gave out. The darkness of the common area was deepâstaining your eyelids as you grunt, bumping into the back of the couch.Â
Itâs almost funny the way the lamp flicked on mere moments later.Â
You hiss, eyes snapping shut as the rays attack your sight, rendering you blind for a moment. The shaking hand on your dripping rag tightens before the spark of pain makes you lighten the pressure.Â
Thereâs a dark grunt just as you open your eyes back up.
âYou are late.â König.Â
He sits in one of the chairsâsniper hood still over his head yet only clothed in a large compression shirt and casual camo pants. Like a disappointed parent, the Austrianâs arms were crossed over his chest; feet resting out and crossed at the ankles. With such a big stature the look could strike fear into anyone.Â
Anyone but you, that is.Â
Königâs dark eyes rove over you, stopping immediately on the fabric you keep to your forehead. The previous, furious, tone stops and the flash of very real concern takes precedence. His hands tighten on his biceps, thighs tensing over the cushion; spine just a little bit straighter.Â
You watch and say nothingâdead-faced.Â
Your heart suddenly skips beats, stuck into the framework of the manâs eyes. Königâs brows peel back and a timid stutter stays in your breast.
â...Vögelchen?â Lids blink rapidly, and before you can register anything because of your blood loss and fatigue, youâre being dragged to the couch and forced to sit down.Â
Strong hands encompass your shoulders and small breaths flutter in front of your face as König peels back to kneel in front of you; spying the medical pouch in your under-arm.Â
âWhat is this?â He mutters to you, vision flinching along your body but always dragging back to the bloody rag on your face. âWhat did you do to yourself?âÂ
Scarred hands raise before pausing, obsidian eyes staring deeply into yours as if in frantic question. Your own gaze keeps him close, spying on his veiled fear at the sight of your blood and your disappearance. Heâd heard about the mission, then, that much was upfront because of his earlier comment.Â
The humvee had been late arriving back. Half an hour.Â
âFuck off,â you utter, shoving off the couch before youâre captured in an unyielding press again, shoved down. Your anger spikes along with your unease, âKönig! I donât have the patienceââ
âIâm sorry.â The fight leaves you.Â
Fingers squeeze your biceps, hold lightly shaking with nerves. âI did not mean it.â Obsidian pierces you, âPlease, Vögelchen, I am sorry. Utterly. I speak so fast I misplace wordsâget far more,â words fail as you stare so intently at him, a strange feeling swirling in your gut. Königâs face was going crimson again, though not from anger. His tone was deep and honest, accent becoming more whole with emotion. The hands on your skin stay. âRude than I intend. It is not an excuse, butâŠâ
In the horizontal oval of his hood, you spy the dots of tiny freckles; the whispers of auburn hair. That hawk nose still points violently from behind the fabric. König never finishes his sentence, just takes a large breath and looks to the side after a moment of silence.Â
Then he steals the medical pack from your grip and opens the zipper with firm fingers, taking out gloves and gauze. Needle and sutures. Itâs all placed on the side table as the bear of an Austrian stays on his knees for youâbending and shifting as the bottom of his shirt rides up.Â
Itâs a tense affair of touching skin; warmth and hissed curses. Gentle shushing. But you say nothing through it. Until heâs up in your face trying off stitches with forceps and a needle holder, breath making his hood lightly caress your bloodless face. His fingers are large and firm, never second-guessing or stuttering over the course of directing tools that dig a needling and thread into your flesh.Â
Heâs warm and every motion elicits shivers. You see his form from the side of your eye; his faceâs outline as the lamp light illuminates the hoodâs fabric. Shadowy silhouette of Königâs strong jaw that shifts with every other breath from his wide chest.Â
âYouâre an asshole for saying that to me, yâknow.â you slip your gaze away just as he snaps over. âAdrenaline or not.âÂ
The needle pauses and a swift nod is given.Â
âIâŠI know it was. No amount of apologizing can explain how very horrible I feel. It was like I was soâŠsoâŠâ An annoyed grunt was leveled at himself.
âPissed off?â You offer quietly.Â
âYes! Pissed off.â Amused glances were shared, the air slowly smoothing out between the two of you. Dark eyes quickly look away from yours and König clears his throat terse-like. But softer, steadier, âIâŠcould not bear it if I were to see you in harm and be unable to assist you. ThatâŠis why I was watching. Why I do watch you.â
Inside of you, it was like there was a pot of water on the stove, steadily boiling under the heat. Your eyes are delicately wide when the manâs hands leave your face; kneeling body still tall enough to stare into you.
âYou areâŠâ König pauses, but not to find the words. To ready himself. He takes a long breath. âYou are special to me, my Vögelchen. I can not see you hurt,â a gesture to your forehead and creased eyes. As if your pain was his own. âNot like this.â
âWhat are you saying, König?â You whisper, face twisted with hurt and confusion. Apprehension. âYouâre giving me mixed signals. We always fight with each other. Iâm not saying Iâm blameless, butâŠcâmon, now. Look at us.âÂ
âNotâŠalways.â He grumbled like a child, tools placed away and hands dripping blood before he slips the gloves off. They meet the side table with a tiny toss. The Austrian leans back onto his ankles, butt to heel. He begins to look at your forehead and you can practically hear his heart break. âI do not like arguing with you, you know that, yes?âÂ
âMe neither,â you whisper, fingers fiddling as a sheen of anxiousness sets in. âYou just,â you pause, âconfuse me.â
 König blinks in surprise, head tilting and large eyes shimmering. Your mind flashes to a curious cat and you try to explain with a burning face and fast lips.
âYou say weâre partners but you never act like it,â he stares and listens. When had you both had a conversation like this before? âYou make it seem like you canât trust me to do the simplest task. Iâm not,â your voice betrays you, cracking, âIâm not that useless, am I?âÂ
He freezes, muscles going taunt.Â
âU-Useless? Nutzlos? No, no,â A hand comes to capture your chin and you let him move you where he wishes. Creased eyes lock on yours. âThat is not right. Youâre not useless to meâhow could you be?â Pained brows move in, âdid I make you think like this? Like I did not appreciate your skills?âÂ
Your eyes burn, and the aches from your wounds mix with the pure fatigue in your flesh to leave your emotions running between sanity and sadness. A moment later youâre turning your head away.Â
König recaptures it, hands finding both sides of your cheeks. He looks shaky; desperate.Â
âNo, please, Vögelchen, please. I need you to look at me.â
âKönig, I donâtââ You close your mouth before you let out the beginnings of a sob. âI canât keep fighting with you.â
âI know, oh, I know,â his hands are so grounding itâs like youâre the inner pages of a book, and his grip the thick leather coverâleather laced with shared scars and the same that had stitched you up countless times. This push and pull had to end. âI cannot fight with you eitherâit tears me apart. Oh, du weiĂt gar nicht, wie sehr es mich schmerzt, dein wunderschönes Gesicht anzuschreien. Mit dir zu streiten bedeutet, meinen Verstand und mein Herz gleichzeitig zu brechen.â Königâs thumbs run up and down your skin, still bloody with dried flakes falling to the ground. He seems not to care a bit.Â
âWhat can I do to fix this? Anything. Anything to get us to stop doing this to each other.â You stare into his eyes, both creased and glazed over.Â
Thereâs a brief moment where you wonder if anyone truly even knew you as well as König didâthere was no one else that you shared such a deep connection with. Years upon years of being stuck at his side.Â
And someone elseâs hands had never felt as good as his. They were hard and callused over but cupped your face as gently as one would cup water from a rippling stream. His eyes were stars; visible skin like porcelain, his breath raised a large and wide chest with a fast-paced heart. You could sense his throat trapping air.Â
König kneeled to you and bared himself.Â
Anything, he had said, to fix what he had said. To stop this.Â
There was one way you could think to stop thisâit might not have been smart, certainly not, butâŠhmmâŠYou gradually raised your hand raised from your lap and slipped it under the front of Königâs hood.Â
Slowly, with all the delicateness of a glass dragonfly, your fingers strayed to the side of his neck to press into tight flesh. A rapid pulse.
The man goes to stone. Itâs like youâve stolen his nervous system. Dark eyes stay locked onto yours as you gaze back, hand dragging nails up with a light pressure near to the speed of a slug.Â
König whispers your name into the empty space and the oxygen seems to dry up. Warm light from the lamp cast phantoms on walls and over skin in a small moment of foreign discoveries. The Austrian swallows saliva and you feel his neck flex. You donât answer him, just watch and feel his own hands tighten on your cheeks in warning.Â
But you never listen, do you? Reckless you were called. And König had been right.
You were reckless.
Your hand had now explored like a map the indents of hidden facial scars; long and short over jaw and lips. The hand that was doing this had hiked the sniperâs hood up around your wrist so that the manâs lashes were twitching as the fabric got too close to his eyes. And you watched. And so did he.Â
A twin pair of moths hitting a glass window, staring from opposite sides at one another until they realized the break in the frame.Â
âAnything?â You ask in a loose tone, barely heard above the flood in both of your ears.Â
König was breathing heavily but didnât pull away. Pupils wide and body heavy to your touch. His spine briefly straightened, until he realized he had moved back slightly and immediately hunched again if only to keep your hands on him.Â
âIâŠâ he grunts, âAâŠanything.â Fingers touch his nose, they spread under the hood to trace the bumps and marks he keeps hidden like buried treasure. Your vision takes in the otherworldly hue on his visible skin; the glaze of rapture in his eyes yet still that ingrained heat.Â
Your body shivers at the gravel in his accented English.Â
Fingers stall over his lips, hood showing you the pale being of Königâs strong chin and jaw. You shift your touch to the side and find chapped lips revealed to you, a small palate scar that had healed to nothing more than a line up to his nostril.Â
You spare it nothing more than a glance before you look back into obsidian. Dark ether and dead galaxies devoid of stars. Swallowed in a sea of pasts and futures. You look for hesitation; for disgust.Â
You find none.Â
âYou said that no one could ever love someone like me,â your head leans in, and your breath mingles together with an intimacy that had never been shared between this type of partners. König, as if broken from a spell, takes down a swift inhale of air into his stiff lungs. He stares with far back lids. Flashes of unidentified emotions. âWhy did you say that?â
A moment of silence and of rabid hearts. The manâs lips twitch over yours as he answers slowly, not breaking eye contact for a moment. As if he did heâd be turned to rock. As if heâd miss something amazing from happening.Â
He speaks with a whispered confession.
âBecause if they didâI would have to kill them. Because no other than I would be able to love you more.â Your world slows and your ears strain with the breathy words.Â
Face burning your lips part with shock and awe. Violent to any other, but to you this was a confession from a man that could meet you blow for blowâcalm you and infuriate you all in one. Challenge you, but knew when heâd gone too far and how to properly apologize.Â
Heâd waited in that chair for you all night, youâd realized.Â
For you to come back to him. His partner.Â
You press your lips to his and hear his pitiful sounds of gasped reassurance. Slipping your tongue into his mouth, you let saliva drip off of your chins to splatter onto bent knees and shaking thighs.
Königâs arms cage you; capture your waist and draw you closer, lips breaking apart before you both share a wide-eyed look of momentary pause. There was no room to breathe; to think. Chests hit together and fingers tighten to a tendon-visible hold.
The man's growing smile is wide from where you still hold his hood up by his nose, and with a lick of his red and wet lips, he reconnects your awaiting mouths.Â
This time, youâre the one to gasp.
âLass mich zeigen, wie leid es mir tut, Vögelchen.â
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