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Against the Wind - Part 3

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x F. Omega!Reader

Summary: You wake up in a strange alpha’s cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.

AN: Merry Christmas! I'm dropping this chapter a day early for you guys. Now, here's the full story, and what Dean is going to do about it…

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: True Mates @jacklesversebingo

Song Inspo: “Against the Wind” by Bob Seger

Word Count: 3.8K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Angst, mentions of blood, hint of spice.~

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Part 3: Nothing Left to Burn

“We should start heading back,” you say, looking up at the mid-afternoon sky. It was starting to dip toward the top of the trees in the distance. “It’s going to take a couple of hours to get back before nightfall.”

“Yep, it’s about that time.” Your dad groans as he starts to haul himself back to his feet, where you two had been taking a rest against a tree. “Jesus, I need a new pair of knees. Help your old man, would ya?”

You smirk as you help the middle-aged alpha to his feet. His joints pop and his back cracks as he stretches his arms high.

“Damn, Dad. You’re creakier than the trees,” you quip.

He tosses you a wry look. “Just you wait. In a few years, after wrangling a couple of pups, you’re gonna feel my pain.”

“A few years?” you laugh. “Did I miss the part where I actually met a decent guy, let alone one worth mating?”

“Oh, you’ll find him,” your dad nods, slinging his rifle back over his shoulder. “Or he’ll find you, like your mother did with me.”

You follow his lead with your own rifle, falling into step with him through the forest clearing. It’s a beautiful day in late November. Already you can see the edge of frost on the shrubs and half-barren trees. The ground is littered with dead leaves painted in browns, oranges, and dappled with reds.

“You met her in college. It’s not like you guys defied fate,” you say.

“Yeah, but if she hadn’t walked into my psychology class by mistake, and stolen my latte at the campus café, maybe you wouldn’t be here,” he teases.

You huff and roll your eyes. Yes, your parents are a walking cliché. And by far, your dad’s the bigger sap.

“I’m telling you. Sometimes, the universe does us a solid,” he says, reinforcing his point with a literal pointed finger your way. You push it away from your face in exasperation.

“You might wanna watch where you’re going,” you say, “before you roll your ankle on another pebble.”

“You kidding me?” he exclaims. “That thing was the size of my fist! You’re lucky I didn’t break an ankle. Make you carry me all the way back to the car.”

You snort. “Right. Think I’ll just leave you for the bears…”

You trail off when a sound reaches you and your father. The sound of leaves crunching in the underbrush, quick and light. Your father’s shoulders straighten with alertness, the alpha’s head cocking toward the sound.

“Maybe I spoke too soon about the bears,” you whisper. He shakes his head.

“Nah, too light. It’s probably an elk.” He tosses you a smile. “We’ll have one hell of a haul to bring home, plus a good story to tell your mom.”

Your mother, the vegan veterinarian?

“Yeah, because she loves elk meat.”

“Would you quit being a smartass for two minutes? You go a little west. I’ll see where it’s at,” he says.

He quietly wracks his rifle and steps away from the clearing, farther into the woods. You do what he says, veering west. You don’t see the elk, and soon enough, you don’t see your dad either. You do hear a whistling on the wind, and the cold of it cuts right through your coat.

Unease prickles down your spine, though you don’t know why.

“Dad?” you whisper-yell, trying not to spook whatever animal might be out there.

A gunshot rings out, along with your dad’s voice in a shout. Your eyes widen in alarm, and you call his name, taking off in a run to find him.

You end up rising over a hill you hadn’t crossed before, but you see your dad below; you recognize his bright blue puffer jacket that Mom got him for his birthday. You call his name, and he looks up at you with fear in his eyes.

Not for himself, but for you.

“Go, get out of here!” he shouts and waves you off.

“What? What is it?!” you yell.

He shakes his head, like he’s unable to answer your question. “Run! Run and don’t stop!”

He moves further into the denser trees until you can no longer make him out. With a frustrated huff, you sprint down the hill and try to follow his tracks with your gun at the ready. On the wind, in the distance, you still hear his voice.

Until it cuts off abruptly, along with the terrible cracking of bone.

You gasp and halt in your steps. What the fuck was that?

Tears fill your eyes and blur your vision. Despite what you heard, you realize just how very alone you are in the clearing. Fear and adrenaline make your breath tremulous and shallow, but you can’t just give up. You search for a while longer, making yourself hoarse calling out to your father.

No matter what direction you take, you never find him.

“I ran back to town to get the rangers,” you say, brushing a couple of stray tears from your cheeks. You sniff, licking your lips and swallowing a hard lump of emotion in your throat.

Dean continues to listen intently with his brows furrowed.

“It was too late,” you sigh. “He disappeared. They explained it away, thought a grizzly bear got him, but I know it wasn’t a damn bear.”

You shake your head as the tears come harder and faster, all over again. Dean’s jaw clenches in sympathy.

“No one believed me about what I heard, not even my mom,” you confess. Your mother had been too distraught to entertain “anything else.” No matter how strongly you’d felt about your suspicions, you understood that she just wanted to put your father’s death behind her after his funeral. Part of you had stopped believing yourself.

A stronger part of you hadn’t been able to let it go, however. So you had to come back here and try to find any trace of your father.

When you finally run out of words, you see the proverbial gears turning in Dean’s eyes.

“What’re you thinking?” you hazard to ask. You can’t help but reach out and grab at his wrist. “Do you…do you believe me?”

Dean’s gaze softens a fraction. He lays his larger hand over yours.

“Yeah, I do,” he says. “I’m willing to bet on what took him too.”

He squeezes your hand before he lets you go and gets up from his seat. He soon returns with his father’s journal in hand. He reclaims his spot across from you, sitting close to your thigh on the end of the chaise. His gaze falls away from your face to the journal in hand, and he flips it open to a page he knows from memory. You suck in a subtle breath to steel yourself when he turns it toward you—to the very page that had given you nightmares the first night you read it.

Wendigo.

“Nasty son of a bitch,” he says. “It hibernates for decades at a time, but when it surfaces, it knows how to get through long winters like this. It takes a handful of people at a time, feeding on its victims slow.”

You feel sick at that, but still, his words elicit a sliver of hope.

“So there’s a chance he could still be alive,” you say, in a brighter voice. Dean gives you a measured look, dragging a hand over his mouth.

“Look, I’m gonna be straight with you,” he says. “It’s been months, right?”

You nod, though you realize what he’s saying. Don’t get your hopes up.

“But there’s a chance,” you insist, with tears in your eyes. Dean holds your gaze for a moment, and he nods. He squeezes your knee this time, then shuts the journal with one hand as he moves to stand.

You follow him on your crutches over to the kitchen. He pulls out a drawer and retrieves a folded-up map. Tossing the journal on the kitchen counter, he opens up the map and lays it out flat next to the sink. It’s a map of the mountain, and the entire forest surrounding the mountain of Big Sky. Dean’s eyes flick up to yours.

“Where did it happen?”

Dean has packed up his supplies and put on his winter gear. You watch him from the living room sofa, trying to hide your unease. You know he’s doing this for you, but there’s part of you that doesn’t want to see him leave, for his own sake, and selfishly for yours.

“Try not to go outside again unless you absolutely friggin’ have to,” he warns. “And if you do, don’t go too far. Make sure you take a weapon, preferably a gun and a knife.”

“Dean, I know,” you reply. You get up and hover by the couch while he finishes lacing his snowshoes and hooks his backpack on. You’re unable to hide your concern.

“You shouldn’t be going out there alone,” you say.

Dean tosses you a grin. It has the shade of how he was with you before the “journal” incident—self-assured, a hint teasing.

“Don’t worry. This isn’t exactly my first solo mission,” he says, though his devil-may-care attitude soon subsides into something more serious. “If I’m not back inside a week, you need to ration out the supplies here as best you can. That new meat in the fridge should last you a while.”

By new meat, you have to assume he means the bear.

“When you’re healed up, you can make your way down the mountain and back to town with that map I left for you. Kitchen counter,” he says.

Your frown worsens. You step closer to him with the pretense of closing and locking the front door for him after he leaves.

“Dean,” you say, stopping him at the door. He turns to look at you over his shoulder. You hesitate, fidgeting slightly, but you gain your courage.

“If you don’t come back, I’m going to find you,” you warn him.

Dean frowns. He turns to you fully and tilts his head as if to say, come again?

“No, you’re not, Omega. You understand me?”

His terseness doesn’t scare you anymore. You glare up at him, quite literally standing your ground.

“You didn’t leave me out there when you didn’t even know me. You think I’d do that to you?” you counter.

At that, Dean has to pause, tilting his head slightly. He almost smiles at your stubbornness, and just like that, his annoyance dissipates. It softens him, making him reach for your arm in an assuring squeeze.

“I appreciate the thought, but trust me. I’d rather you look out for you,” he says.

Right now, you don’t really give a shit about what he’d rather, but you don’t say so. It’s written across your face anyway. Dean’s mouth tugs at a smile.

“All right, I’m out,” he says. “Save me some of Yogi in there.”

You huff, but you shut the door behind him after he steps out onto the porch, down the steps, and beyond. You move to the living room window and watch him get farther and farther away from the cabin.

Despite the crackling fireplace, you begin to feel cold inside.

After the first three days, you’ve managed to clean the entire cabin, top to bottom. With the “new meat,” you make a large batch of soup to last you throughout the week. You freeze a couple of servings for Dean.

For when he gets back.

You try to fill up your time in other ways, like attempting, and failing, and trying again more successfully to make bread from scratch. You haven’t binge-watched every season of The Great British Bake-Off for nothing.

Then you organize all of the alpha’s books by author. You wash all the laundry you can find and fold everything neatly on his bed, and you put away the couple of sweaters you’ve borrowed from him into your own dresser.

On Day Four, you create a nest of pillows and blankets in the middle of the living room floor. In your anxiety, it’s a reflex you can’t help. Your initial instinct was to nest in his room, but you thought that was too invasive of his privacy, so the living room was your next best option. At least his scent is still somewhat imbued into his favorite chair, and around his records. (You do steal another shirt of his to sleep with though.)

On Day 8, your worry becomes a living thing. You pace the living room and the kitchen on your crutches, probably wearing down the wooden ends of them while you debate what to do. Despite what Dean told you to do if he didn’t get back, you know you’re not just going to leave him out there. But the reality is, you have a problem of mobility.

With a frustrated huff, you decide to try setting your problem foot down normally. Your ankle hurts, a sharp pain shooting up your calf and nearly sending you to the floor.

“Fuck!” you gasp, both in shock and aggravation.

You know this isn’t just a sprain. At best it could be a fracture, since no bone is protruding under the skin. It still means you shouldn’t go after him either.

But you’ll have to try.

After you manage to clamber back onto your feet using the crutches, you put together some supplies, including the extra med kit in case he’s hurt. (Or in case something happens to you while you’re out there.) This is a bad idea, you think, even as you heave on your jacket.

Then, you hear the sound of a lock turning, before the front door shoves open.

A yelp of surprise escapes you, though you soon realize that it’s Dean, looking worn down and ragged, but alive.

“Home, sweet home,” he says wryly, but he looks relieved to see you too.

You help him sink down onto the chaise, where he stretches out with a groan. He tips his head back on the cushion. His jacket is torn in a few places. Blood has dried on his cheek, his neck, and near his hairline, and you worry about where else he might be hurt.

You quickly go to the kitchen and pour a bowl of warm water and grab a hand towel. You bring it all back to Dean, where you set your supplies on the floor and sit down beside him on the cushion.

“Are you okay?” You try to calm down your racing heart (and the nauseous feeling in your stomach) as you help him work open his jacket, followed by his shirt. Discreetly, your eyes take in the expanse of his tanned skin and pebbling nipples exposed to the cool air, even with the fire roaring nearby.

“Yeah, just peachy,” he says.

You smile a little. You take the towel, dampen it, and begin to clear the blood from his cheek, his neck, and the upper part of his torso—even his scuffed hands. Then you squeegee out the blood in the bowl and continue your task. Dean subtly watches you, his gaze a bit softer than usual.

He eventually looks you over with a frown as he takes in the way you’re dressed, and then the backpack by the door.

“What, about to go for a little afternoon stroll?” His sarcasm turns to annoyance. “Didn’t I tell you to stay put until you can actually walk?”

Your mouth flattens into a line, but any anger you might’ve felt is waylaid by your relief. It brings tears to your eyes.

“I thought something happened to you,” you say.

Dean hesitates. Your hand has stilled on his chest. He softens a little more, grasping your hand in his larger one.

“I’m fine,” he says. “The job’s done.”

Your eyes widen. “You found the…thing? The wendigo?”

His mouth pulls at a cocky grin, tempered only by his tiredness, and the way he’s looking at you. “Sure did. Tried to take a chunk outta my ass, but a little aerosol deodorant and a lighter’s all you need to barbecue that ugly son of a bitch.”

You smile in amusement, but all too soon, it fades.

“Did you find my dad?” you ask.

Dean’s expression sobers as well.

“Yeah, I think so.” His face gentles. “Was he wearing a blue puffer jacket?”

Your lips tremble. As that horrible realization dawns, you break down into tears. You already know from his tone that your father was dead when he found him.

Dean guides you down to him by your shoulder and wraps his arms around you. You bury your face into his neck, and your body shakes with quiet sobs.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your hair. “Believe me, I am.”

He holds you close, warm and secure. He allows you to stay there as long as you need, where you feel safe, even if this world has become a colder, darker place.

After a few minutes longer, your intense sobs begin to subside. You don’t mean to, but you turn your nose into Dean’s neck, scenting him on reflex. It calms you down, but it has the unintended effect of arousing him. The alpha rumbles in pleasure.

You blink in surprise and lean back enough to see his face. Dean’s lips press together as he looks down on you; he seems embarrassed, but you also see the heat reflected in his gaze, so intense in those forest greens. Your face begins to warm in a blush.

He brushes your cheek with his thumb, collecting your tears there. You glance down at his plush lips again, your own parting with a breath. His hand moves to cup your cheek, framing the side of your face. Please…

He finally drags you to him in a kiss.

It’s heady and passionate, and also comforting. Your fingers wind into his hair, your nails scraping along his scalp. He growls as his arm tightens around your waist. You shiver in delight.

You press a hand to the center of his chest, giving you leverage to rise up and slide your thigh over his legs. There you sink into his lap. Your breasts pillow against his chest when you lay on top of him, your elbows digging into the cushion on either side of his head. His hands move down your body, feeling down your sides, squeezing your hips, and then your ass. You hum into his mouth and roll your hips into his. Already you feel him hardening through his jeans.

But somehow he breaks away from your kiss, even though your hands are still in his hair.

“Sorry…we can’t do this,” he says, with difficulty.

He sits upright and nearly makes you fall over in the process. He grabs your arm before you tip over, but he keeps himself at arm’s length from you after you’re forced to slide off his lap, sitting on the end of the chaise instead. Your eyes glisten with hurt and confusion.

“Why?” is all you can ask.

He doesn’t want to answer.

“Dean?” you ask, inching towards him. He raises a hand to keep you at bay.

“Just…it’s not a good idea, okay?” he says, with the clenching of his jaw.

That cuts into you even more. Your heart pulses with pain.

“Do you know what your scent is to me?” you ask, in a voice slightly trembling. You glance at the fireplace that has dimmed to embers. “It’s better than that fire at full blaze. Every time I went camping with my dad, that’s what I loved the most. Sitting by that fire, talking, laughing, and for the millionth time, telling the story of when I gave my sister micro bangs in her sleep when I was ten.”

You wipe a stray tear from your eye, but you respect the distance he’s put between you two.

“The second I met you, I knew what this was,” you say. “I think you know it too.”

Dean shakes his head. His face betrays his wariness, his desire, and his obstinance.

“Look…even if that’s true, you don’t want this with me,” he says. His handsome face becomes marred by a frown, his brows knitting together. “I don’t even own this place. Besides my car, I ain’t got much of anything to give.”

You shake your head in dismay. “I know that’s not true.”

“I’m not bullshitting,” he says. “Listen…I’ve never had much. And what I did have, I found a way to lose. I’ve let my people down. Just about everyone I’ve ever…”

You can’t help but reach out a hand for him, your heart hurting, but he leans away, pressing himself back against the seat. It cuts even deeper into you; now though, you wonder if it’s because he feels the same gut feeling you do when he’s this close—close enough to touch, but almost afraid of the burn.

“They’ve been hurt, almost always because of me.” His voice shakes imperceptibly, with a wry, humorless turn of his lips. “So take it from me, sweetheart. You’ll wanna steer clear.”

“Dean,” you say. You expel a breath, digesting his words, while thinking of what you want to say.

“I’ve never not felt safe with you,” you confess. “Even when I screwed up and drove you crazy, I’m sure, I knew you’d never hurt me. The same way I know…”

You reach out a tentative hand to lay in the center of his chest, over his heart. Your thumb brushes the edge of his strange tattoo, over the dark ink in his skin.

“You’re my mate. My one, true mate in this world,” you say, meeting his eyes. “And I want to know you.”

You see inner conflict in the depths of Dean’s eyes, dark green and troubled. You take a chance and lean in, brushing your cheek against his, nuzzling, laying a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Omega,” he warns, but the grit in his voice has little heat.

Or at least, it’s heat of a different kind, as his strong hands once again find your waist. They hold you still, but also hold you to him. Your gentle affection is making him ache, deep in the shadowy cavern of his chest. He’d never admit it, but loneliness had set in there, burrowed deep with a stronghold on his heart. Without knowing, you’ve been carving it out with those gentle hands.

You now slide your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, warm palms on his skin.

“Alpha, I want to know you,” you insist. Quiet, but steady, your voice is a mere brush of words near his ear, against his cheek. “Please.”

Dean’s brows furrow as he briefly shuts his eyes tight. With your whispered plea, the brittle chain of his restraint finally snaps free.

He cradles the back of your head and guides you back into a feverish kiss.

AN: Sorry to cut it off there lol, but the big (steamy) finale is coming up next week! Perhaps a little earlier than Friday. 😘

Next Time:

“Were you nesting, Omega?” he teases, between the sinful meetings of his lips with yours. You hum your affirmation before his tongue swipes across your lower lip, seeking entrance.

You open yourself to him in more ways than one; you slip your hands across his naked shoulders and explore the smooth planes of muscle, the dips and softness in between. You encourage him to lower down, to cover you with the length and broadness of his frame. His weight is a welcome one between your thighs and against the softness of your body.

“Was worried about you,” you whisper a confession against his lips. Dean briefly pauses, meeting your eyes.

“Thanks for waiting up,” he says, with a hint of a smile.

Your lips curve upwards in return.

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bizarrelovesquare · 8 months ago

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Dan posted this video that gave us a HUGE peek into Martin's notes about episodes they're working on...

Screenshots (with about 90% ID of what's visible, bless his handwriting) under the cut! Fair warning, it's long, but there's a lot going on here, and it's so much to think about!

picture 1: ????? chicken head funnier

picture 2: (first page) Reactionator

? Speakers all over town People's phones Therapist Doof & Candace

Therapist thinks she is crazy but is tactful

The shrink is delusional ? ? exercise that is the catalyst for Cand. being delusional

Candace "It's A Wonderful Life" -- After actual bust C sees everyone doing much worse she feels sad

Family - I think you discuss it Cruise Ship - P&F Van/Doof Last chance to Candace A / Perry back

(second page) Doof's DEI W/A C's Therapist

Doof same therapist

Ferb is next a speech therapist

Doof trauma-dumping on therapist

Therapist "The real self-destruct button is in your head"

Therapist does ex(?)nemesis - therapist

Therapist sees - "WAIT, I GET IT, what Candace is doing gets taken away by what HE'S DOING--"

(note going down side of page) GUEST ON DOOFENPUSS

Doof ? regular ? ? - but she can't ? this because of C ? Confidential ALL DANVILLE Doof and Vanessa on cruise ALL CHARACTERS ? Reactionator blackmail secret I ever tell you w/Lindana whose solved mysteries

picture 3: (script on the table) (our first potential season 6 title?) PHINEAS AND FERB

"VANESSAY"

Written by Martin Olson & Olivia Olson

picture 4: Vanessay

Change tennis to playground

Roger & slushy guy not zapped

Rog. - reflects ray w/ his teeth - set up teeth first Doof: strong jaw -

Agent T thumbnotes "Up the chimney is a weird visual pun" Stacy: "You know we have a front door."

C & Stacy w/ambient sounds joke sequence - cut down?

Mono - "Four seasons of this show" Why did I ? ? ?

To Liv for Vanessay Playground - see how ? ? trap sets scene - a handled window box

Stacy: "Hey ? I ? ANIMAL NOISES!" CUT TO BLACK

Stacy pushes ? out of doorway

Dimin: after "Shorty" - No prize is worth this!

picture 5: T For Teen For Liv - SC 916 Perry leaps into air & does triple flip & lands ready to fight

Pitch n buttons for each

Exec note - Thurs - T For Teens 1:48 end of C/Stacy annual ? sudden cut to end ? w "napkins"

MEAP - PT2 S&P CONCERNS

(I cannot make this bit out to save my life. Martin what in the world my dude)

picture 6: Meap pt 2 - thumbnotes

22 to Meap - "Uh-uh! An ship ? us away!" (clumsy)

Fix pronunciation "St. Lois" joke C is shushed by Meap

Tidy up - don't have everyone say "Don't forget to flush"

C pressing red button to explode ? ship sucks

Brenda joke sexist "No one tracks you through the universe more than your wife"

picture 7: 501 PT1 Exec notes - bigger intro of Doof instead of him on yearbook 10:27 Buf. throw away Constitution Irving beat #2 too quick to nerd

Deconstructing thumbatic

Instead of "psychosis" "phantasma"

607 - Isa hair - 704 OWCA shredding SC

C feels good - "? ? that every day"

12 min: Viewers see The Murder Board

Biblio Blast anim. notes Perry incompetent - smashes into Doof's roof Cut down - plants surrounding/attacking Cut down Doof/Per table start w/Doof "We have to HIT SELF DESTRUCT"

picture 8: (page 1) song by the paver the wind makes love w/each other again

around us - it all seems so real meaning confounds us - cuz nothing's revealed we're SW in love w/each other again

Middle 1: From nothing we hustle Towards each other again Our love seems to circle Without any end

V3: The cloud of unknowing has such beautiful colors But where is it all going ? towards one another? we're SW - in love w/each other again

Middle 2: We seek out each other Every time we appear Sometimes we find another Before we disappear

INSTRUMENTAL W/DANCING SKELETON

(page 2) Middle 3: The breeze says to hug her And show how we feel Slowly healing each other Every turn of the wheel

Repeat V1: So basically - We're SW Along by the river We sit on a porch and The wind makes us shiver We're SW in love w/ each other again We're SW in love w/ each other again

JOSH - The paver of

picture 9: While Dance

says to hug her how we feel healing each other turn of the wheel

Repeat V1: (So basically)

We're SW Alone by the river We sit on the ? and The wind makes us shiver We're SW In love w/each other again

picture 10: Swampy

is trapped

back build something

element

State Triangle

"It's like the Berm[uda Triangle] totally different

(Teen lounge) & P&F build

too much like

Dan wants PLANE to

Doof is the ship

Jon said we turn strong where Doof is in the clouds - there's

picture 11: It's a whole new summer Perry (reblog if u cried)

Earthquake

Mom is laughing so hard she can't look

Staring contest - Try not to laugh

Candace has to be ? at Jeremy's larping tournament but she laughs

picture 12: Perry sick, "Can you take

Candace P&F canoe race

Laughtrack-inator Start ? - reveal Doof hits them w/a Doof keeps cranking it up

Doof rises wall of ? behind at ?

Laugh-inator Cut to surgeon heart

Norm: Good mg. sir Doof: But I programmed you to

picture 13: (this is another view of the page in picture 2, but this one reveals slightly more at the bottom, nothing too noteworthy added except for this)

LINDANA 80'S COP MOVIE - GUEST ON DOOFENPUS

#phineas and ferb #this took hours to transcribe btw. the things i do for this dang show <3

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court-jobi · 3 months ago

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Hi, is there any Headcanon of a Married relationship between Izuku Midoriya and the reader? Could you write based on the Canon? Although the Reader, besides being a heroine (Izuku the teacher), is a model for clothing brands, cosmetics, etc! like any celebrity.

The reader is female!

ooooo~ how fun, anon! Let's see what I got... first headcanon request, here we go!!

A/N: I've gotten several fun asks recently, and am moving those larger works to the top of my WIPs as time allows. This is so fun, and you all suggesting prompts like these make it a joy!

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Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!reader (SFW)

MARRIED HEADCANONS!

Married!Izuku who -even though you're coming up on your third wedding anniversary- still crams love notes on index cards into your e-reader before he leaves for the day. You have it plugged into the side table of the living room and will pick it up as soon as you come home from work to wind down; so even though he will have a later arrival home than you, you'll hardly feel alone with Izuku's words of affirmation pouring out their surprise greeting.

Izuku writes in the middle of the night when he wakes before you- whether by an overactive mind or a nightmare he'd sooner forget. Rather than disturb your much needed rest, will channel reflective thoughts towards you onto paper- and sneaks their secrets around the house where you'll least expect them. Just when you think you know all his hiding spots, he picks a new one to surprise you. Once satisfied with his "journaling" tactic, he'll scoop you back up against him and settle into sleep.

Married!Izuku who chooses a travel tumbler for you every morning and fills it every time it's empty. Car ride ahead? It's crafted with your homebrewed coffee to keep you awake. Got a photoshoot ahead? Water it is, keeping his love hydrated. You are his beloved beverage goblin and though he finds your car to be a tervis graveyard, what's one more dish to wash if it makes you happy?

This man, who will hiss when your hands are too cold against his, getting ramped up far too easily when it comes to worrying over your health... meanwhile Izuku toughs through the worst of allergies himself with a hundred sniffles (and an aversion to cough medicine.) It's one of the first big arguments you had as a couple: you forcing him to take better care of himself when his self-preservation streak peeks through and nearly wears him into the ground during grad school. He'll start to defend himself, only to be caught by flashbacks to the last time he tried managing things on his own, and rightfully apologize. You are a team, and Izuku tries his hardest to let you step in and give him the same care and caution he gives you. It's a hard lesson, managing pride when it comes to taking care of someone so selflessly, and Izuku is still unused to this treatment when turned to himself. You're doing your best, armed with a world of grace to set him straight.~

Married!Izuku who is a phenomenal teacher. One of the most patient souls you've ever met, which is a large draw that led you to date him! You're encouraged to stretch your ways of thinking, listening to his alternative points of view... and find yourself marveling that a man who's so closely engrossed with training the next generation of heroes is still so happy to watch the news at the end of the day in hopes of learning more!

You've gifted him a notetaking tablet that's meant to replace his waning supply of favorite notebooks, but if you find that blue Campus brand in a shop that's selling your brand deals somewhere, you are absolutely picking it up for him. He cries every time you make him close his eyes and hold out his hands, producing your surprise in giddy silence. "They don't make this edition anymore!! H-HONEY!!"

^^^After a day of sparring with his students -giving them a run for their money- you'll be the one patching him up out of sight of Recovery Girl, everything from a lightly busted lip to each blooming bruise he's gonna feel in the morning. You're surprised he's getting hit as much as he is when he's still renowned as one of the heartiest teachers at UA- quirk or not, he is no lightweight. You may worry over him just as much, but with your honorary brother-in-law 'Kacchan' running drills on him on the weekends, you know Izuku is in tip-top shape. No one is invincible, after all.

Will gladly talk to your mom on the phone~ welcomes it, actually! Izuku wants to learn every little tidbit and creature comfort he can about you, so any nerves he had about meeting your family when you began dating dissolved once he kept that goal in mind. (This mentality won your father over well, to a comical degree once Izuku showed him the notes folder on his phone with your die-hard favorite secret pleasures only a loved one would know...) Allmight makes his trip to your dinner table every other week or so, becoming a ready and available father figure to you while yours lives hours away. It does your heart a world of good sitting in his nurturing company.

Married!Izuku will carry your luggage to and from the airport without a single grunt or complaint (That's what he continues to work out for, even as a teacher!) A few tears upon departure and arrival, sure, but will always ground himself steady in his pride over the hard work you're putting in. He's the one who calls to wish you a goodnight when you're on location for hero support, and a sends a text for every morning and lunch break. Regardless of timezone, he's going to make sure you are part of his routine like nothing's changed. You rely on this consistancy more than life. Living apart -even short term- is expected at this stage of your career where you're needed more than ever to help fund your hero ventures through sponsorships... but Izuku will forever be your biggest supporter.

///Little does he know, you are cramming in twice as many roles to help fund a certain someone's hero suit development, per Bakugou's discretion. It's the one, solitary lie of omission you keep from your husband, but one you trust is going to be worth it in the end to see him shine where he wants to once again. He'll always be your hero, but you'll help him see that realized self any way you can.///

Married!Izuku will be flooding the groupchat with every single advertisement that features your face. Every last one. And there are many. The girls will share you on each of their socials in support of whatever you are sporting, while the boys will... look respectfully and congratulate Izuku on his absolute knockout of a girl. Izuku is just insanely proud of his wife and will make it everyone's problem~

He may be operating on a teacher's salary, but is the most thoughtful gift-giver. Married!Izuku will choose experiences over 'things' when it comes to you, like vacationing to the largest library in the world where you can spend hours holed up on a loveseat somewhere, taking notes on all the old tomes you find, using those classic academia desks as if you were still at the 'study abroad' college where you met... Trip planning gives you both something to look forward to amidst your busy schedules, and takes the financial pressure off you both as well. Not that he won't still treat you to just about anything you ask for when you're giving him that sweet, small 'please' standing in the checkout line at the corner store...

Married!Izuku, who misses you adorably when you're not home. He runs a fairly typical working schedule that lines up with yours for the most part-- makes him the happiest, coming home to you! You adhere to a few sacred rules in your shared home: you always go to bed together, you can occasionally go to bed angry- but always remain in each other's corners, and you know giving him head scritches is the easiest way to make Izuku pliant enough to sleep. He'll nurse your migraines that aren't so pretty, you'll give his hands massages when the phantom pains make them ache. Whatever you can do to give your man some ease into his life, you give wholeheartedly.

You'll kiss Izuku's every trouble away; and the ones that linger, you'll tend to as gently as you can until you can replace the thoughts with something sweeter, kinder, delicately on his still-healing heart when the embers remind him of old hurts you weren't around to see. You care for Deku just as you do your darling Izuku- as they are two sides of the same coin. You polish and affirm them both, strengthening all the parts that have made your life partner the man he is today. That made him him.

Married!Izuku: your darling husband with eyes that light up when you enter a room, mist up when they see you down, and stare eternally grateful on you as you listen and take in every word he has to give and through every promise shared-- just like your vows.

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prettycottonmouthlamia · 10 days ago

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How the Arknights Community was Wrong on One of Arknight's Most Powerful Classes

Or, alternatively, you all need to apologize to Rosmontis right now.

Flingers are experiencing a modern Renaissance right now. Thanks to the release of Wis'adel and the introduction of Rosmontis's absolutely busted IS module, it seems like things are on the up and up for Flingers. Even Greyy the Lightningbearer is a common sight in high level IS runs, and he doesn't even have a broken module.

How on Earth did this happen, when it wasn't very long ago that Flingers were the butt and punchline of their own joke?

The Original Let's start with how the archetype was introduced into the game: Rosmontis. Rosmontis was released alongside Mudrock for the Chapter 8 release event, and the reception was pretty mixed. Rosmontis was a limited operator, and to this point, limited operators in Arknights had been pretty middling. Nian wasn't really conclusively better than Hoshiguma, and W was good but nothing special. We were not at the point yet where Dusk or Skadi the Corrupting Heart had been released, so the running joke was typically to roll on the other operator on a limited banner. Mudrock was a really strong laneholder that still sees a lot of use today, and Weedy is by far the strongest shifter operator ever released.

It's also worth noting that Rosmontis was released during a general downturn of opinions on AoE ranged operators. Leonhardt and Meteorite were considered actually quite strong in the early days of Arknights, and I know this must sound crazy, but Mostima and W were actually super hyped for their release. People thought Mostima, base-ass Mostima with no modules, was good. But after CC Blade, and a general stint of CCs where AoE operators made relatively poor performances, the tide had shifted. Operators like Eyjafjalla and Angelina (god remember when Angelina was considered really good. Well I guess she is now. Regardless) had AoE capabilities but were much cheaper in DP and had solid secondary skills for dealing with single enemies. So people were generally pretty down on AoE operators, which wasn't helped later on by the release of Passenger, an operator considered so bad it resulted in several attempts by Hypergryph to make him better (the retrospective view is that while Passenger was bad, he was made out to be a lot worse than he was, a view I agree with).

These two factors did not help the views of Rosmontis as an operator, but it was also further not helped by what content was available to use Rosmontis in: Contingency Contract. Rosmontis, tragically, released after the first theme of Integrated Strategies came and went, and so the only high level content available to use her in was CC. CC is particularly harsh to Flingers as we'll discuss, but this is also something that Wis'adel has managed to avoid as there hasn't been a CC since her release. The only difficult content since Wis'adel's release has been IS and RA, two game modes that honestly favor Flingers as we'll discuss later on. There was just nowhere to use Rosmontis in more difficult content where she didn't feel bad.

Flingers are a pretty interesting subclass, and Arknights has really not designed any subclasses to be like them, ultimately. They have a very impressive attack range, higher bulk than other ranged operators, and a unique gimmick to their attacks: they will deal an additional hit of damage, but one that only has 50% of their ATK. In addition to this, Flingers are the only Sniper subclass that cannot hit aerial enemies without certain conditions being met (Wis'adel's S3, Rosmontis S3 with an aerial blocker).

In general, this results in a class that is very good at dealing with large groups of enemies with only modest DEF stats. This is because DEF ends up having an increased effect on Rosmontis' damage, because it will apply to both of her hits. An enemy with 375 DEF will, after the 175 Def ignore from her talent, reduce her attack damage by a total of 400.

This for a lot of people was sort of the final straw that broke the Rosmontis back. Her vulnerability to enemies having DEF was a problem, and it was generally stated to be in a way that other DPS checks would avoid. In addition, if we take a look at ideal DPS scenarios with the introductory 6-star for each Sniper class:

Ray: 1,346.22 Narantuya: 1,062 Schwarz: 880.28 Exusiai: 815.99 Chen the Holungday: 647.17 Rosmontis: 601.71 Fartooth: 583.88 Rosa: 539 W: 373.93

Rosmontis is very middle of the pack, losing in particular to Exusiai. Now, Exusiai also had the problem of being very soft to enemy DEF stats. Honestly, it should be noted that Rosmontis was always hitting higher DPH than Exusiai would for her normal attack damage.

(I've been getting really into Desmos lately)

Now this is all just auto-attack stuff and I don't want this to be exclusively a Rosmontis analysis by any means (although it's coming). The point here is that there was a pretty common conception that Rosmontis didn't really have a place in the meta, because Exusiai was so dominant in that spot. It's not hard to understand why. If we look at their S3 DPS really quickly...

At low DEF values, Exusiai is overdominant. This isn't super surprising, as she has a lot of factors working in her favor: a busted 5 hit S3, an attack interval reduction as well as a sizable ASPD buff from her talent. But it doesn't take a huge amount of defense for Rosmontis to come out on top. The specific DEF number is 580, roughly. Then, the perks of Rosmontis's S3 come to light: it's larger DEF ignore, it's halved attack interval, and it's much larger ATK buff.

This being said, there are still things working against Rosmontis, like her skill cycle being very long, and her own ATK buff resulting in Warfarin's buff being diluted compared to Exusiai. If you take a look at CC results, it is true that Rosmontis only has one top to her name: CC Spectrum, where she is part of a Risk 31 clear alongside Exusiai, which is pretty cool. But CCs, which often increase enemy DEF while reducing friendly ATK, are just very harsh to Flingers. Given that it is a class so sensitive to DEF and ATK changes to hit breakpoints, most CCs just hit Rosmontis in a double bind.

Funnily enough, Exusiai also doesn't have any top clears in CC past this point too, which is interesting to point out.

(For those counting: Rosmontis: CC5 Exusiai: CC1, CC5)

Rosmontis' position probably wasn't helped past this point by the release of Chen the Holungday either, and the rest is history. Rosmontis goes down as one of the weaker 6-stars in the game. People feel bad when they roll her. People on this website nurse weird ass grudges against her.

The Blip

It would be remiss of me to not remind people about Greyy the Lightningbearer. Greyy was a 5-star, which means that 99% of players ignored his existence, Gamepress made a dogshit summary about him that was made by people who don't play the game, and life moved on. We're going to talk about Greyy in more detail later on because he is important to talk about...

Oh well right now

Lone Trail: The Update That Should Have Changed Everything

Lone Trail was a super massive event, releasing three 6-stars that can be kindly regarded as "good but nothing amazing, bad, and my wife". It also introduced to the game the Flinger Modules, and I'm going to tell you all a secret. You and me, real close now.

It's fucked up these modules didn't receive more hype.

These modules gave Flingers a second shockwave hit. Now that doesn't seem all that impressive. After all, you might think to yourself, that shockwave still deals 50% damage. But the addition of an extra shockwave really changed the numbers of the game, because it meant a huge chunk more damage.

At minimum (673 DEF roughly) this module improves her damage by about 45%. That's pretty crazy for a module as it stands, but if you want to see the full chart, here you go. Arknights Youtubers hire me.

The extremely high peak there, where Rosmontis is doing more than triple the damage she was originally is actually getting to the exact point where Rosmontis without a module moves towards dealing scratch damage. This is pretty common with modules involving physical DPS operators, such as Blaze, to have very unique high points.

But this is 45% just off of, what is essentially

An extra shockwave

60 more points of DEF Ignore

+75 ATK attribute

This is a remarkably tame talent upgrade. The base effect, the second shockwave, is pulling so much work here. These numbers will be a bit more tame when you compare with S2 (already comes with +2 shockwaves) or S3 (already has some DEF shred) but this is still a very impactful module.

It also impacts the stun chance on her S2. Without her module, and having 4 total hits per attack, this puts her stun chance at roughly 59.04% per attack. The additional hit raises those chances to 67.232%. Not a massive increase, but it does help to patch up her odds.

This is also why Greyy's module was so important. Greyy's slow is tied to his talent, and hence the jump from 2 hits to 3 hits is very notable. Without his module, Greyy has a 64% chance to slow the enemy with every attack. With his module, those chances go up to 78.4%! That's pretty significant! He also deals 15% more damage to Slowed enemies too, which is a pretty strong mod on top of the extra shockwave. I haven't actually done Greyy's numbers, but it really does make him a lot more consistent at slowing enemies.

So now we're here, with Flinger's getting a surprisingly good module. They now deal 3 hits per attack, with Rosmontis dealing 5 hits per attack with her S2, which is actually relevant for Lone Trail (Rosmontis can remove a clean 250 DEF with every one of her attacks during her S2 against Arc Screenguards). So what happened?

Well...Flingers weren't popular, were widely regarded as a flawed class, and mostly passed over. It just wasn't worth it to people to raise Rosmontis or Greyy the Lightningbringer even if you had some inkling their module was good.

The Return of Integrated Strategies and Reclamation Algorithm

A miracle the likes of which Hypergryph may never do again...well okay maybe they will, they do be kind of nailing it on the alternate gamemodes, we have the return of Integrated Strategies and Reclamation Algorithm. These modes are actually uniquely situated in comparison to CC to benefit Flingers over other classes. This is largely because of how these modes chose to scale difficulty and the tools they give you to combat this.

In IS, enemy difficulty typically results in scaling HP and ATK buffs, and that's it. It's rare to see enemy DEF buffs in IS. In addition, many relics in IS focus on increasing ATK or ASPD or improving damage dealt. Flingers get much and much better when they deal damage with their shockwaves, and it is pretty easy to do that in IS. Rosmontis's S2 is of special note here: with her module, it deals 5 hits of damage, which means it benefits from ATK buffs to the same degree as Exusiai does, but with a lot of added perks. DEF ignore, a moderate AoE radius, and a chance to stun. This skill is way more dangerous with additional ASPD.

Greyy also benefits a ton here. Extra ASPD allows him to basically permanently lock down entire groups of enemies with slow. This is something that can also sort of be done with Chain Casters, but notably, Chain Casters can only slow down a certain number of enemies at a time with each of their attacks. Since slowed enemies tend to create clusters, Greyy can slow down entire waves of enemies with his attacks, while still dealing pretty impressive damage.

The only issue is the aerial enemies. I haven't mentioned this up until now, because in my opinion, it is the single most overhyped drawback in the entire game. There are tons of events and chapter releases where this basically doesn't matter. Aerial enemies are, for all intents and purposes, rather rare in Arknights. But in IS this is important. Flingers need some degree of map knowledge to use well. But your Sniper ticket is not necessarily the only solution to aerial enemies in any IS, and chances are you'll find more than one. For IS3, you can pick up Kroos Alter and Rosmontis and in the grand majority of situations be completely fine.

Of course, if you play IS5, this basically isn't an issue and Rosmontis is the second stronger Flinger in the game, and I think arguably the second strongest Sniper pick?

I almost forgot RA by the time I went to post this, so it's a good thing I went back because, yes, Flingers and Rosmontis are also good there too. It's literally designed for Flingers to be good, it's huge mobs of enemies all clustered closely around each other. You can use Provisions to give Rosmontis a ton of ATK or ASPD and watch her go ham on like 115 exploding spiders. They also have amazing range for vision on resource maps and have multi-hit mechanics for those stupid locks.

It's like, impressive how nicely Flingers slot in here. I'm really curious how Greyy feels when you give him one of the ASPD provisions so he has +60 ASPD.

Rosmontis CRAVES your Coagulate Supplements!!!!

The End-Times: Wis'adel and Rosmontis's Busted Module

If you've ever wanted to know how we got to this renaissance, it was Wis'adel being released, having absolutely busted numbers on her kit that basically ensured that her shockwaves would always do damage, and then going and soloing IS3 A15 like it was fucking nothing.

Wis'adel proved Flingers could be fucking fantastic.

Rosmontis has actual problems in her kit, she's ultimately a pretty early Limited operator with all the design choices that carries. Wis'adel is what you get when you ask "how far can a Flinger go?" The shockwave mechanic works well with her huge numbers and her shadow status effect. Her summons work to keep as many enemies as possible attached with a shadow. Her blast radius is massive. Honestly the fact she can blow up the UFOs in IS3 barely matters.

Soon after that, Rosmontis got her specialized Module. I've seen people complain about this. You're wrong. There's no fucking way this module should be allowed to be used in general content. It is, in fact, maybe the most busted specialized module they've released. It completely changes Rosmontis as an operator. Benefitting from Caster relics is insane for themes like IS3 which has a ton of genuinely broken ones, her new and improved equipment are insanely powerful, and the fact that she allows every Sniper and Caster to create a free rather tanky blocker with a crazy debuff effect is like

You understand this module is nuts? Surely?

The trait wouldn't really make Rosmontis meta anyhow. It would improve her damage by a lot but puts her, rather frustratingly, into the camp of mixed offensive operators who now have to worry about enemy RES values coming into play. Plenty of the enemies with decent DEF stats that Rosmontis struggles with now also come with sizable RES stats. As I've mentioned in my brief thoughts on Dagda, there are a ton of enemies Dagda hits harder by brute force than Indra does by trying to side-step the bigger stat.

It's also okay that the module is IS only, because IS is where Flingers are just at their best. Nothing is stopping you from using Rosmontis in general content, especially with her still really good BOM-X module!

Flingers, ultimately, are just a well-designed class. They have great range, AoE, and having extra instances of damage is always incredibly powerful. I do think Rosmontis has some kit issues, but I also think that a lot of people immediately dismissed her as bad based on community consensus. You want to know a cool thing about Rosmontis I haven't brought up yet? She can attack invisible enemies with her S3. Invisible enemies feel a lot more common than aerial enemies do, hell Lappland the Decadenza's event is literally a bunch of invisible enemies.

But like, that's never seen as a positive to Rosmontis unless you're a Sniperknights player and then you might just say Totter is better (and I get that, he is a bit more consistent). Rosmontis can hit an entire enemy type with her S3 that Wis'adel can't, but it's seemingly never mentioned. It's just...this community is very strange, you know?

Try Rosmontis out, hell try her out with Shamare or Warfarin. If you use Exusiai a bunch (godspeed soldier it's been rough since the Chen days), you probably already have those operators. Try Greyy out too. Then, if you really want the challenge, E0 Level 1 Wis'adel. Come on. You know that's better than like half the cas-

#arknights #jesus fucking christ why did i do this #oh well #rosmontis

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lucid-loves · 11 months ago

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First Light ~ Simon "Ghost" Riley Part 1

Pairing: bodyguard!Ghost x princess!reader (fem!reader)

Word Count: 4.5k

CW: angst, violence, blood, strong language, scars, verbal abuse by parents, physical abuse by parents, psychological abuse by parents, opposites attract, forbidden love, slow burn, fluff, attraction and sexual tension, reader POV and ghost POV, minors DNI, eventual smut, virgin reader

Let me know if I missed any CWs.

Story Synopsis: After receiving death threats from a mysterious terrorist organization, your royal parents make a decision to reach out to the United States for help. Specifically, they want the US to send a bodyguard to protect their precious princess. When the 141 is called upon to investigate, Ghost is the one assigned to protect you. With your lack of experiences outside of your royal life and his experience with nothing but deadly, worldly affairs, opposites attract.

Chapter Synopsis: Ghost travels to the small country of Stuoca to meet the person assigned to guard for the next month. When you lay your eyes on him, you can’t help but feel scared, yet also curious. He feels the same when encountering such a precious, fragile thing like you.

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8

The porcelain teacup felt warm in your hands, holding your favorite blend of tea flavored to your preference. The grandfather clock in the room ticked by, filling the silence. While you normally liked to play some music to fill the space with sound, your parents told you that you must be quiet. That you had to sit pretty and be patient until you were allowed to do so.

You stared into your cup, slowly losing your appetite for teatime as the pit in your stomach grew bigger. You felt like there was something wrong, but you couldn’t figure out what it was. Normally, your parents were eager to show you off to any guest that was coming to the palace. Right now, it is different. You were locked away in one of the many palace studies. There was your butler with you who watched your worries grow. There were a couple of guards outside the closed doors, stopping anyone from entering unless the king or queen allowed it.

Looking out the arched window and overlooking the lush palace garden, you wished you could enjoy your teatime outside like you normally did. Feeling the fresh air, hearing the birds chirp in the distance, enjoying the subtle aroma of flowers flowing with the wind. It was really the only time you were allowed to be outside.

Even though you were a grown woman, your parents have always seen you as their little princess.

While you sat silently in the study, the king and queen of Stuoca was meeting the man that would guard you with his life. It was jarring being in a place like this. Everything from the floor to the ceiling was crafted with exquisite, polished stone. Anything made of wood was a rich cherry. On marble pedestals along the halls held works of art behind glass. Jewelry, crowns, busts. Golden chandeliers with crystals reflecting the light hung from the ceilings that were painted with angels.

Everything in the palace was worth billions upon billions of dollars. Standing in the middle of it all was Ghost, a man that once was just scraping by in his younger days. He still stood out like a sore thumb among it all. The skull balaclava secured over his head, tattoos revealed on his forearm, the black t-shirt that clung tight to his muscles. It was like death himself walked the bright palace halls.

“Pardon me, Lieutenant Ghost, but you don’t have to wear that mask here, do you?” The queen, your mother, nervously addressed from her red velvet seat. The mask was making her scared. That was how people normally reacted when they saw him for the first time.

“Yes I do, your majesty.” He curtly responded, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. Ghost was just as uncomfortable as your parents were. When he heard that he was being deployed to guard a princess, he laughed, thinking it was a joke. But now, here he was being served tea and cookies with the king and queen of Stuoca. As much as being on base was a pain in the ass at times, he missed it.

The king cleared his throat before taking another sip of tea from his teacup. When they reached out to the United States for a bodyguard, they weren’t expecting someone so. . . rough to be sent out. But, if this was the right man for the job, then so be it. As long as his princess was safe. “Thank you for traveling so far away from home in order to help us with our problem. Being a country so small, we weren’t even sure if your country would even bat an eye at us.”

Ghost shifted on the balls of his feet, growing more uncomfortable with the sudden gratitude. He just wanted to start the job already. The sooner he starts, the sooner he can end it. “You said that you’ve received threats. Anything else happened while I was busy traveling here?”

With a snap of the king’s fingers, a maid came over and presented an opened envelope. Ghost quirked a brow under his mask as he took it. Opening it revealed the original letter that was reported to Laswell. The one that he’s already seen with his 141 team. Handwritten, black ink, very articulated. The letter detailed how the royal family would burn down along with their palace. That the princess will be kidnapped and tortured if they didn’t get what they wanted, which was power to control the country.

Ghost sighed, feeling like he got the short end of the stick on this mission. The entire 141 was working on this case. However, Ghost was the one stuck with babysitting duty while the rest of the guys got to experience all of the action. They were off investigating while he was sitting on a velvet couch in the grandest office he has ever seen.

“That’s all we have for now to physically show you. The only other concern is the graffiti that has been popping up around the city.” The king explained calmly as a different maid brought over a manilla folder full of pictures. Pictures depicted a graffiti crow on various different buildings. They weren’t murals, but the symbols were prominent enough to be noticed.

“A crow is a symbol of misfortune and death. A bad omen, wouldn’t you agree?” The queen spoke up, taking a slow sip of her tea as she tried to read the lieutenant’s reaction. It was impossible to do so with his mask.

“Where is the princess right now?” He inquired. It seemed odd that you didn’t come in with your parents. He figured that they would want you right by their side at all times if they were really concerned about the threats.

The king and queen stood as if on a cue. The king gestured for Ghost to do the same. “Our daughter is in one of the studies waiting to meet you. For her sake, please refrain from bringing up the letter and graffiti. We don’t want to startle her more than what has already been done.”

Ghost gave a curt nod before following your parents to the study where you stayed. The way they spoke about you, you seemed more like a caged bird rather than their beloved daughter. It unsettled the lieutenant, but perhaps it was just the consequence of formality. They wouldn’t have reached out to the United States for help if they didn’t care after all.

Once they approached the door, the guards saluted and opened it up. Beyond the doors was the most ornate office Ghost has ever seen. Once his eyes settled on you, you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

Every hair on your head was in place with the help of maids. There were no wrinkles in your dress and no stains in sight. Your makeup was light and only flattered your features. The gems on your necklace complimented your bright eyes. Ghost was almost at a loss for words. When you stood up and curtsied to greet them, he could feel his heart beat against his ribs.

“Good evening.” You simply greeted, your tone polite as ever as a princess should be.

“Sweetheart, this is going to be your personal bodyguard from now on. He’s going to keep you safe, no matter where you go. Isn’t that wonderful?” Your mother gave a sickly sweet smile, her efforts to meet the status quo seeming a little more forced as she interacted with you.

You definitely knew that something was wrong now. You may have been a confined princess, but you weren’t stupid. However, you decided to refrain from asking what the trouble was. It wasn’t appropriate. Not with your parents watching you.

For now, you focused on the news that you were now going to have a bodyguard. Your eyes shifted towards the large man. Muscles clearly defined under his shirt, posture straight and strong, mask hiding his identity. Compared to him, you were much smaller and much weaker. It intimidated you a bit. It made you hesitant to accept him. However, there were expectations to meet, regardless of how you truly felt.

“Princess Y/n. It is a pleasure to meet you.” You softly spoke as you gave another sweet curtsy towards him.

He quirked a brow. You were taking this awfully well. A part of him expected some more push-back. He honestly expected you to be a spoiled brat. Yet, here you were, taking everything in stride for now. You knew how to compose yourself better than he expected. “Lieutenant Ghost. I’ll be keeping you safe. For me to do that, there’s going to be some changes.”

You looked to your parents, looking for the explanation for this change. There was not even a bat of the eye as they faked their smiles. “You will still complete your studies as a princess should. Attend the parties as needed to keep up appearances as well.”

Ghost shook his head, authority taking over his baritone voice. “Negative. The princess will not be attending any more parties. Doing so could risk her safety.”

Something was definitely wrong. Your eyes widened at the news. A part of you, though, was celebrating. No more parties? Would your parents really accept this? The sudden shock on their faces morphed into strained smiles, telling you that they weren’t going to accept this so easily. The king cleared his throat. “Lieutenant, it is very important for the princess to still make appearances. It is essential for her.”

Ghost looked at you all of a sudden, wondering how you felt about this change compared to your parents’ obvious protest. You tried to remain unreadable, not wanting to set either party off with your personal opinion. If you had the choice, though, you would sacrifice the parties. They were more for your parents than they were for you anyway.

Ghost sighed in slight frustration. Normally, he was excellent at reading people. He did it all the time with new recruits, enemies, and his team. Their poker faces were nothing compared to yours. “One party if absolutely necessary. No longer than an hour. Just to keep up appearances.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, holding back your disappointment. Well, at least you weren’t expected to be present during the entirety of your parents’ showing off. “Understood, Lieutenant Ghost.”

At least your parents seemed happier with the compromise. Your mother grinned brightly. “Wonderful! Give him the princess’s schedule!”

Your butler hurried over and gave Ghost your schedule. He nearly stumbled back with how packed it was. Piano lessons, dance lessons, tea times, dress fittings, and independent study went on and on for pages and pages. Did you have any time to yourself besides sleep?

“The show must go on! If you have any questions or procedures to discuss, don’t hesitate to reach out to us. We hope that you two get along well.” The queen concluded, eager to leave the room so that she could go on with her own daily life. The king followed close behind as they left the room, leaving you and your bodyguard to get to know each other.

You didn’t mind being civil, but you doubted that he would try to get to know you. He simply didn’t seem like the type to stray away from his responsibilities for anything. For now, you silently went back to your seat to finish up tea time. Ghost stood awkwardly for a moment before finding his own place to settle. Leaning against the stone wall, he examined you further.

The way you held your teacup was gentle. Your dress draped against your legs like a smooth waterfall. The way you looked out the window was melancholic. After a few minutes, you spoke up, curiosity getting the better of you. “Why are you my new bodyguard, Lieutenant Ghost?”

Ghost didn’t expect your question. He hardly even knew what you meant when you asked it. Still, he kept his cool as he dug further. It wasn’t like there was any malice in your tone. In fact, your tone was nothing but innocent. “What do you mean? Are you asking me why I took the job?”

You shook your head, staring into your teacup once again as you got a little shy. Lieutenant Ghost wouldn’t report your conversations to your parents, would he? But, you had to know. “Is my life in serious danger?”

Behind the mask, Ghost’s mouth was partially opened with shock. His body grew tense as he realized what was really going on. “They haven’t told you, have they?”

“My parents can be. . . protective. Their priority to maintain normalcy can cause them to make certain judgments in regards to my life.” You subtly worded, fearing that the guards outside were listening to what you were saying. Hopefully, Ghost would understand what you meant.

Thankfully, he did. Now more than before, you really did seem like a caged bird. You deserve the truth. “Your parents received a threatening letter from a terrorist organization. They seem to be after your life in order to manipulate your parents. I serve under Task Force 141 that specializes in missions like this. The rest of my team is investigating the organization while I am to protect you personally.”

Your grip around your teacup tightened slightly as you learned the truth. It seemed that your intuition was correct. This was a serious problem. You swallowed your new fears down hard before proceeding as normal. “Thank you for your honesty, Lieutenant.”

Ghost sympathized with you as he finally saw a shred of how you really felt about this entire situation. His perception of who he was protecting was completely wrong. You were no brat or clueless royalty with too much time and money on your precious princess hands. You were sharp. You were polite. You were obedient. It made him want to know the real you.

He knew that he shouldn’t get closer than what was necessary. Yet, the anxious look in your beautiful eyes as you stared out the window made him want to provide you with some comfort. Some way to break the ice while also doing his job. He opted for a simple conversation about your daily schedule. “What’s independent study for you?”

“It’s my time to study what I wish within reason. Any subject that I may find interesting as long as it is appropriate for a princess.” You delicately explained, putting everything as nice as possible.

All Ghost heard was that you were restricted from real knowledge. However, it wasn’t his place to make a comment on it. It didn’t matter if he didn’t find it fair. You were a princess and you obviously took your responsibilities, fair or not, seriously. He gave a simple hum in acknowledgment for the time being on that matter. “What are you studying?”

You looked at Ghost curiously, wondering how much of this was just workplace conversation and how much of this was genuine attempts at knowing you. The way Ghost looked at you with such resolute, cold eyes made you shiver. Something told you that this was his usual look. “I’m studying many things at the moment that would be proper for me to know.”

It seemed like subtle and vague answers were the only things he was going to get out of you, but he already picked up on the fact that you didn’t do this to be cold towards him. The tone you carried was careful. Gentle. You didn’t want to say anything that could get you in trouble. Simon knew what that was like.

The conversation was dropped for the time being. It seemed like your physical being wasn’t the only thing he had to protect. Your social reputation was at stake as well. Respecting that, he focused back on guarding you. Not without noticing every little thing about you though.

You stole glances at him every so often as well as you sipped your tea. The more you looked at him, the more he intrigued you. You’ve never had a guard that had his build. You’ve never even seen someone with tattoos in person before. He stood out against the pristine white around the palace. A shadow in the light. You were curious about what he looked like under the mask.

The rest of the night proceeded as normal save for your new shadow. You were ushered by your butler to your routine lessons, Ghost always close behind. He stayed silent throughout it all, but observant. You did feel like he was watching your every move. While you were used to being heavily monitored, having Ghost be the one observing you made you more nervous than normal. Music lessons, dance lessons, and studying didn’t go as smoothly as you made more mistakes under the pressure. For some reason, you wanted to impress him like you were one of his newest soldiers.

Ghost thought nothing of it as you did what you had to do. In reality, he found your abilities to be quite impressive, mistakes or not. He did chalk it up to him being an intimidating presence. Despite it, he could tell that you were skilled.

When bedtime rolled around, he followed into your room. A grand room with a king, white canopy bed, cherry-wood antique furniture, and large, arched windows leading to a balcony. The windows were the second problem that Ghost needed to address if he wanted to keep you safe. “You can’t sleep in here. It would be too easy to-”

Meeting your eyes made him pause. You waited patiently for him to finish as he was going to say, prepared to take the steps necessary to ensure that the next change would be as smooth as possible. Looking at you, though, Ghost saw a pretty woman that he needed to be more gentle towards. Less explicit in language. You were already afraid for your life. He didn’t want to make that anxiety worse for you.

“Is there another room in the palace that has less open windows?” He asked cautiously, minding his words this time.

You appreciated his careful consideration, feeling more and more safe with him as he made decisions to protect you. “I believe there is. I can sleep there tonight.”

He followed you to another room in the palace that was away from any windows. He nearly sighed in relief as the new bedroom was windowless, smaller, and much more comfortable to be in. The bed was still massive and the antique furniture was polished, but the warmer palette of the decor made the room feel less like a museum display.

You felt better too as you looked around the cozy room. The windows in your usual bedroom just reminded you of what you couldn’t have. Though, your anxiety grew as you realized that Ghost was still within the room. Your cheeks grew a subtle pink as you chose your words with precision. “I would like to get ready for bed. Is it necessary for you to be here while I do?”

“Well. . .” Ghost thought carefully, trying to make the best decision here. After a few seconds, he determined that you needed your privacy. He was already invading it enough by being your personal bodyguard. With an accepting, silent nod, he stepped out of the room while you changed into pajamas. A few maid staff passed by, gawking at the lieutenant. A glare was enough to have them scurry on their way.

While you changed, you thought about Ghost. About his real personality, his job, his friends. What kind of work does he normally do? Has he ever killed someone? It certainly seemed like he’s gotten into his fair share of fights from the scars you have seen on his arms. Was he dreading this job? At times, you thought that you could see him get antsy while waiting for you. You probably wouldn’t like waiting on a princess either if you were in his shoes.

Once you were changed into your silky pajamas, you knocked on the door. “Lieutenant? I’m all dressed. You could come in now.”

Swiftly, he came in. For a second, he admired the way you looked in your pajamas. You looked so much more comfortable. The way you were letting down your hair in front of the vanity had him gulp too. “I won’t be watching you sleep all night. Just until you fall asleep, and then I’ll wait outside the door.”

“What about your sleep?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. The way his arms were crossed over his broad chest made you shrink within yourself a bit.

“I’m used to not sleeping. I don’t usually sleep well either. Don’t worry about me, princess.” He responded bluntly, putting some more personal distance between the two of you. He would be lying if your concern over his own time didn’t make him melt a little though.

“I see. My apologies, but I am unsure that I will be able to fall asleep quickly tonight. You might be waiting for a while.” You honestly admitted, feeling the anxious pit in your stomach begin to swallow you like a blackhole. You already felt enough like a burden to the maids and butlers with how strictly your parents had them wait on you.

Ghost shook his head, noticing how lightly you scrunch your brows in concern. How you nervously bit a tiny part of your bottom lip. Subtle behaviors that no one would notice if they weren’t truly paying attention. You were so different from what he was expecting when he was first told that he would be guarding a princess. “It’s fine. This is my job.”

You turned away from your reflection in the mirror to look at Ghost. Your heart skipped a beat as you noticed how blue his eyes were. Such a deep, oceanic blue that held so many secrets. He stared right back at you, noticing how your worries couldn’t be quelled with just two simple sentences. Finally, he was able to read you.

“If it will help, you can talk to me until you fall asleep. Anything you want. I promise that I won’t tell the king and queen.” He offered, taking a seat on the Victorian-styled couch that was at the foot of the bed.

His offer came as a complete surprise to you. You didn’t expect him to be so kind. You have learned long ago that there was a difference between being civil and genuinely kind. Ghost was being nice, which felt like a rarity given his outward personality. Quickly, you finished getting ready for bed. Once you were cozy underneath the cotton covers, Ghost turned off the main light. The small lamp on your nightstand stayed on, allowing a comfortable dim to illuminate the otherwise dark room.

An awkward silence fell between the two of you as you tried to think about what to talk about. There was still a fear in you that he would tell your parents, but Ghost didn’t seem like the type to break his promises. Besides that, you never really talked about yourself before. No one has ever been interested in what you liked and disliked. Not that you had a lot of experiences with how your parents kept you in the palace and filtered what you could learn. However, that wasn’t to say that you were curious enough to find a way to learn anyways. At the very least, you had plenty of questions about the outside.

“For my independent study, I am focusing on classicism art. At least. . . that is what my parents think. I. . . I have been studying other things in secret. My handmaiden sneaks new books into the library for me sometimes if she can.” You confessed, feeling a weight of your chest as you admitted your truth. You didn’t like lying and sneaking around in secret. While you loved new knowledge, you still carried that weight with you.

Ghost listened carefully to your confession. His back was turned towards you, a comfortable thing for you since you weren’t keen on the idea of someone watching you fall asleep. It was enough for him to just sit at the foot of your bed.

“What new books have you read?” He inquired, wondering what sorts of books a princess could possibly want to read in secret.

You took a deep breath, feeling your cheeks flush as you admitted more of your secrets. Without interruption, he let you speak. He listened to your voice that lowered into a pleasant whisper when you told him about all the books you were reading and wanted to read. A couple of times, he couldn’t help but crack a smirk at some of your opinions that were refreshingly assertive.

It didn’t take long for him to hear you start dozing. It started with quieter words morphing into sweet slurs. As soon as he heard your steady, deep breaths, he silently got up and left the room. Standing guard in front of the door, he contacted his team by phone to give an update.

“Lieutenant, how is she?” Captain Price cut to the chase, his voice low as he investigated matters on his side.

“She’s. . .” Ghost began before trailing off. He had to think about the right words to use.

“She's a spoiled rotten princess?” Another voice came through. The chuckle was no doubt Soap.

“Honestly, no. She’s a princess, but she’s anything but rotten.” He finally admitted, keeping his voice quiet since the halls seemed to echo.

There was another laugh before the captain cleared his throat, regaining authority. “I’m glad that she is much more pleasant to deal with than what was expected. Just be careful not to get too personal. I know you will be around each other a lot, but the mission is our priority.”

“Of course, Captain.” Ghost promised, wondering if this particular promise would be easy to keep or not.

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dilfl0v3rss · 2 years ago

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take it

summary: aran breaking your bad habit

cw: smutttt

word count: 1.8k

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it was a calm saturday night. you and aran were chilling on the couch in your own little worlds. the tv flashing constantly with different images as he played call of duty. face deep in concentration as he and who you assumed to be osamu and atsumu all spoke to each other through his mic. “you keep saying ‘push push’ but when we push we fucking die nigga. we not listening t’you no more tsumu.”

you were paying him no mind, leaning on the armrest as you sat with your feet facing him. phone in hand while tiktok videos played out loud in the living room. while you were scrolling, your attention was moved to a notification on the top of your screen.

emoni💋

twitter.com

look at this shit LMFAOOO

a smile crept to your face as you watched the video your friend sent you, trying your best not to bust out laughing in the middle of the living room.

LMFAOOO that’s definitely what she said😭

you continued to scroll through your twitter feed, watching and reading the comments on different posts, eventually getting bored. you thought to yourself “might as well add more to my collection” before making the stupid decision of going into your bookmarks.

your pussy thumped repeatedly in your shorts as you continued to torture yourself with watching video after video on some random homemade porn account. videos of this woman getting her shit tore up left and right. letting her lover do whatever it was that he desired while on camera. in a way it reminded you of how aran would do you. when’s the last time y’all had sex anyway?

your phone was discarded on the armrest as you began to crawl your way to aran’s side of the couch. it was normal that you’d want to cuddle during times like these so he had no problem with you straddling his lap while he continued his game. “you tired?” he asked, but you ignored him. slowly grinding your soaked shorts onto his print. you kept your face in the crook of his neck to keep him from seeing how desperate you looked right now.

aran was just about finish playing his game anyways, mic muted as he laid his controller next to him. the game was still on the home screen since osamu wanted to take a break for some snacks and atsumu wanted to go roll up. aran’s large hands gripped your ass, rubbing and spreading it until he felt your pussy leaking through the shorts on his fingertips. you moved your hips faster to try to distract him, but he was quick. holding your hips still before whispering in your ear.

“easy baby. ian even do nun so why you so wet like this?” his deep voice rumbled through his chest as he awaited your reply. now where you going to really tell your boyfriend that you got horny from watching porn? absolutely not, so you lied. “jus love you so much” you whined, trying your best to get the slightest bit of friction as he continued to hold your hips. aran was very observant, sadly, and he could already tell you were watching porn just by how you kept rubbing your thighs together while looking through the videos on your phone.

you grabbing your earphones didn’t help either, obviously doing so because you didn’t want him to hear. the icing on the cake was your damn glasses. the reflection clear as day every time he glanced in your direction to check on you. he could see every position the man had his wife in. every slap he brought to her ass as well as every time you moved your thumb to add a video to your bookmarks. it was only a matter of time before you came to him so he can fix your little “problem”.

“i love you more, but why you lying t’me?” he lightly pulled your head back before leaning over to grab your phone from the armrest. your horny ass didn’t even turn it off, the video still playing over and over again as he brought the screen to your face. “horny lil thing” he mumbled before abruptly moving you off of him. while he started pulling his sweats down you got the memo to do the same. shorts discarded on the floor as you sat in nothing but his shirt. “this what you want right?” he groaned. large hand stroking his length to life. “y-yea”

“then take it.”

your body moved on its own, quickly straddling him again before lining him up with your entrance. pretty brown eyes slowly rolling back as you sunk down on top of him. inch by thick inch of his long dick rubbing fluently against your tight walls. “fuckk” you moaned as you bottomed out on him. aran watched each of your pretty face expressions, holding a light smirk as he waited for you to start bouncing. “cmon mama. this your dick”

you eagerly got started, bouncing your pretty ass up and down as you caressed the nape of his neck. aran picked up his controller, closing up the game before opening netflix and putting on a show. he knew eventually you’d get tired and ask for his help, but he had other things in mind tonight.

you weren’t a lazy lover, but it’s been brought to his attention that you’ve been a little spoiled lately. you never really did anything for long before you’re complaining bout how tired you were and how he needed to help you. whether it be riding him or throwing it back. aran was sick of this behavior since sometimes it’d be you coming to him begging for some dick then barely even working for it. just laying under him or letting him fuck you from the bottom. he wasn’t going to let that happen tonight though. if you wanted this dick he wasn’t going to just keep giving it to you how you wanted, you were going to have to take it on your own.

it was only about ten minutes into the show where your pace slowed down almost to a stop. hips grinding on him as you whined in his ear. “i-i can’t” “yea you can mama. you gon have to if you wanna cum cause ian helping” you moved your head from his neck, staring him in the eyes with a sad expression on your face. aran could tell you were asking “why?” without even having to hear you say it. “daddy’s tired, but you can do it on your own, right pretty? can make yourself feel good without my help”

you shook your head at this. aran knew your body like the back of his hand, dick always touching places in you that you didn’t even know where there. you knew how to ride him, but it was much different from when he would help you. and you’d get so tireddd. you didn’t have time for that, huffing as you replied to him. “s’not gonna be as good without your help. i cant-”

“sh sh sh. ion wanna hear nun. get that nut on your own.” he didn’t want to hear your excuse. hands lightly gripping and tapping your ass. you sighed, starting back up to a slow pace. ass clapping repeatedly on his thighs as he continued to watch the show as if you weren’t there.

after about ten minutes, your legs began to feel as if they were on fire, tears flooding your eyes as you cried over aran’s shoulder. “p-please baby, i can’t d-do it on my ownnn” your salty tears were wetting up the back of the couch as you were grinding your hips down in his dick. no more energy in your legs for you to keep bouncing. “please fuck me” voice small as your crying quieted down to just sniffles and hiccups. aran didn’t realize how much he’s spoiled you until now, but he didn’t care.

“keep bouncing ma” was all he said, brown eyes glued to the tv, paying you no mind as you started crying and whining again. “s’not fairrr.” you stopped your hips completely, seated on his dick fully as you gave him a defiant look. aran looked down at your petty action, smirking before sliding his hand to your neck. his palm pressed against your throat as he lightly began to squeeze it. the next thing you knew, your face was snatched closer to his, ear right by his mouth as he spoke deeply. “keep bouncing that ass on me princess. if you stop before i tell you to, we gon have a problem y’hear me?”

your pussy instantly began to soak on his dick. his words making butterflies go wild in your stomach as you felt him release your neck and place both of his palms back on your ass. caressing and skin before helping give you a few warmup bounces before letting you continue the action on your own. you kept your pace slow, trying to save energy so you didn’t tire yourself out quickly. he didn’t mind this, liking the feeling of your wet walls slowly gripping and moving against his dick. his tattooed hands rubbing all over your back and ass while he kept encouraging you to keep going.

“uhh huhh jus like that princess”

“see? s’not that hard is it?”

“making daddy feel so good right now”

the praises made things easier, ass bouncing a little harder as you quickened your pace. aran’s bored and uninterested act broken as you listened to him moan under you, hips stagnant as he let you take whatever you needed from him. you started moving your hips in circles as you kept bouncing, dick hitting your sweet spot as moans flew from your lips as well. “feel s-so good shittt” you moaned as your wetness began to trickle down his shaft. your were tired as hell, but you knew if you tried to stop you’d get in trouble. deciding to stay on his good side tonight and pushing yourself to bounce even harder.

aran’s head flew back, adams apple bared to you as he roughly bit his lip. just the sight of him made your pussy flutter, bringing you closer to your climax as you picked up your pace again. you bounced quickly, chasing your orgasm as aran’s grip on your ass tightened. “there you go ma. take what you need. love when you listen t’me” his words pushed you over the edge.

you gave him three more hard bounces before your pussy began leaking all over the cushion. body spasming as his dick was fully soaked. you breathed heavily, try to catch your breath over him before you moved to get off. his big rough palms stooped you. inked hands gripping tight on your thighs. “wha-”

“you not done yet pretty, help daddy cum next.”

#aran x reader #aran ojiro x black reader #aran x black reader #aran x black!reader #aran ojiro x black!reader #aran ojiro #aran ojiro x black y/n #aran ojiro smut #aran smut

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hp-hcs · 1 year ago

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mattheo riddle if you beat the shit out of him in a fistfight <3 — mattheo riddle x gn! reader

Requests open

implied Slytherin (non-pureblood reader)

tws: violence… duh

OOC. LIKE AS OOC AS IS POSSIBLE. i am so sorry for whatever this is 💀 i’m like, borderline delirious kind of sick, so that’s my excuse ig 😌

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homeboy is not doing fine

his bruised ego 😔

he’d been teasing you for years with his group of lackeys, and you just snapped

he made a comment that went too far about your blood status, talking shit about your family

you just dropped your shit, spun around, and decked that mf

obviously he wasn’t fuckin expecting that, so he just kinda froze like 👊💥😳🧍‍♂️

he has no idea what to do

((he’s also just a little bit turned on bc manwhore duh))

everybody in the hallway freezes too like,

“you dumb bitch the fuck are you doing??”

his friends are jeering, and he just kind of shakes his head like a goddamn etch-a-sketch and like, gently shoves you back by your shoulders (cause you cute bae 🩷 he don’t wanna ruin that pretty face of urs <3)

you, on the other hand, are just ready to FUCK someone UP

and if that someone turns out to be the dark lord’s son, c’est la vie

he makes one more lame attempt at a scathing comment and you just fucking TACKLE him

you’re on top of him (not like that you silly little sluts get your mind outta the gutter) in the middle of the hallway just beating the s h i t out of him

homeboy has no idea what to do lmfao

lowkey he’s falling in love just from your knuckles smashing his face in (masochist manwhore)

he def thinks it’s hot as fuck

one of the professors comes to separate yinz, (probably hooch, cause there ain’t no way she puts up with any shit) and has to fucking DRAG YOU OFF of him

he's got like, a broken nose, a busted lip, a probably-going-to-become-a-black eye, and yk, decimated ego

but he’s just looking at you with those fuckin PUPPY DOG eyes

🥺

congrats, he’s obsessed

he won’t shut up about you for the rest of the day, to his friends, his enemies, madam pomfrey when he’s in the hospital wing…

they're all like “ah. i see the mommy and daddy issues are making an appearance”

when you get out of detention and go back to the common room, he LEAPS off of the couch and over to you

you’re standing there with still-bloody knuckles and a try me, i dare you face

he apologizes profusely, like, to a kind of pathetic extent

you’re like “dude, you’re not pureblood either, dipshit”

he got called out 😔

you apologize for OvErReAcTiNg (you had to apologize as part of your detention & punishment lmfao) and getting ‘unnecessarily violent’

and cause manwhore he’s just like “oh no it’s fine that was hot”

y/n: 😶🤨🫠

he’s got a lil giggle ✨

literal heart eyes for you

so ur like “yeah i gotta mess with this guy even more”

you kiss his cheek and make his brain stop working

baby is bluescreening rn

he then ends up shadowing you for the rest of the week, following a half-step behind you wherever you go like a lil puppy

(i’m of the opinion that he’s just a slightly more violent golden retriever white boy)

((i’m not saying himbo but himbo))

walk him like a dog, sis

alexa, play lovefool by the cardigans

he’s ur bitch now, enjoy <3

#harry potter #hp #fuck jkr #hp x male reader #x male reader #gay #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x male reader #mattheoxreader #hp x gn reader #x gn reader #hp x nonbinary reader

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velvetures · 1 year ago

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Vulnerable pt.1?

A/N: A not-so-little thing I've had for a few weeks, and wanted to see if a part two was something anyone would be interested in reading. If so, please let me know. Summary: You try and get Ghost to relax after a harsh mission and find a bit of a quiet moment. T/W: not proofread :)

Bad intel led to you and your Lieutenant being nearly hunted down and killed by a not-so-small group of arms dealers who caught on quickly to the pair of foreigners lingering just a little bit too close to their sheltered storage garage right in the middle of a market district in the South East. The task force assumed sending in an entire squad would be overkill just for some simple recon information and decided that you and Ghost would be the perfect pair for the job. ‘In and Out…’ Price had said quite offhandedly, sliding the prepared information in two files across the table to you. Only Price’s sources hadn’t double-checked if the area was secure enough for them to enter without full backup on standby. Not necessarily a lethal kind of mistake when bringing you and the Lieutenant into the equation, but there were too many close calls and stray bullets that were clearly heard for either of you to feel super confident in getting away unscathed.

Your only savior was a small farmhouse that had been recently abandoned due to the illegal and dangerous activity that had been surrounding the small city. Modest in size with two bedrooms and running water. Perfect for a makeshift safe house to keep the trackers off your asses until an extraction could be arranged and put into motion. Contrary to belief, the 141 didn’t have the bottomless pit of resources everyone believed they had at their disposal. Which included access to evac and trained air-support teams. This wasn’t a big mission that had a lot of working parts and multiple organizations involved that had enough liquidated funds to through out for a helo and heavy gunners to rescue two operators from the middle of who-the-fuck-knows-where.

That means with busted equipment, inoperable comms, hardly enough ammunition to fight out of a wet paper bag, and zero way of knowing when and if you’d be rescued, there was nothing left to do but try and relax in one of the most difficult predicaments. It left you searching through cabinets for maybe some kind of food to keep the both of you while Ghost did one of his favorite things. Pacing the house from window to window looking for the slightest bit of movement. The trouble being, there wasn’t anything for at least two miles in any direction. The people who owned this place were farmers of some sort, and had placed their home right in the middle of crop fields that gave a very advantageous sightline. While that information gave you quite a bit of comfort, it was not effecting Ghost positively in the slightest.

Your relationship with the Lieutenant was complex, to say the least. When you were first introduced it was for a succession of short co-op missions that were nothing if not brief and very impersonal leaving you with more questions than answers about the man who stayed hidden under the mask. Through some talks that you hadn’t been privy to being in the room for, John Price decided that your skills would be more useful to Task Force 141 than for the U.S. Division of Clandestine Service and offered you a position that you couldn’t possibly decline.

By day-in and day-out contact with Ghost, you got a lot more comfortable with him and learned much of his little idiosyncratic behaviors. Maybe a little too well…. He didn’t particularly act much differently towards you in the grand scheme of things, but something in you felt like trust had been developed to where he could depend on you when the situation called for it.

“Go hit the rack, I’ll take first watch.” He called gruffly from the living room where he had moved a chair from the kitchen to sit facing the front door head on with his MP5 resting lazily on his chest.

You couldn’t help but notice just how damn tired he looked under all that gear and through the black smeared around his eyes. He couldn’t be carrying less than one hundred pounds on him right now; even sitting in that chair with it wasn’t a good enough solution. Let you take a moment or two for yourself, stripping out of your tac vest and heavily weighted gear to drop it on top of the kitchen counter with a little grunt. Two days ago you both got the luxury of sleeping, and since then it’s been nothing but being on the run.

This would be the safest place for you that wasn’t in the belly of an evac bird, and the thought of Ghost not taking the time to sleep sat in your mind like a lead sinker. Leaning against the doorway and watching him for a long moment, you start having thoughts. Dangerous thoughts. Ones that normally wouldn’t surface if you’d been able to separate working with Ghost from the more personal aspect of literally sharing almost every part of your life with him. Thoughts about how you could make him feel better… even if just for the night. That no one was around for miles and whatever happened could safely stay between the pair of you.

By utter carelessness of your position with the team or lack of fear about how the Lieutenant might respond, you walk into the living room and kneel down right in front of him with your fingers reaching out to unlace his dusty boots. Off instinct alone, you expected and watched as his foot flinched away from you. His whole body jumps and stiffens at the contact and sight of you kneeling on the floor. He quickly pauses and collects himself, taking several moments before his gravelly voice breaks the silence.

“What’re you doin’ Sergeant?” His eyes grew heavy and showed more expression than the rest of his massive body as they flashed with confusion and a little swell of anger. That aloofness didn’t hide that slight guardedness of something that made him uncomfortable in one way or another.

“I’m perfectly capable of takin’ care of my fuckin’ self.” He adds with zero discernible sign of either offense or gratitude. You can’t help but smile tiredly, feeling like you’re attempting to soothe a feral wolf into letting you pull it’s paw out of trap.

“I never said you couldn’t L.T.,” You reply gently, reaching back to start unhooking the laces from their claws on his left foot. “Just thought you couldn’t use some affection.” Smirking to yourself, you can’t help but think something this small being considered ‘affection’ didn’t fit anyone save for Ghost. He was just too hard to approach. Walls so thick and tall that it would take someone with patience beyond that of a human to break through and see what rested behind all of that brash posturing and icy disposition.

“You know affection is something I’m averse to,” he utters, watching yet making no effort to stop you. “What you’re doin’ is unnecessary.” A small sound close to a growl escapes from behind the mask when my hand reaches to the back of his leg to help aid my effort of pulling his boot off.

Chuckling softly and sitting the boot down at your side you respond, “I know you don’t like affection,” You’re already working on the other one, purposefully moving slowly as not to overwhelm or spook him. “That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it, L.T..” You can’t help but look up at him almost exhaustedly yet still trying to be reassuring.

“M’fine without it.” He spits out quickly, looking away from your face back down to your progress on the laces, his masked face otherwise unreadable. “Didn’t ask you for this shit, Sergeant.” Tinged with an undercurrent of irritation his deep voice sounds near the bridge of turning to anger.

“Mothering me isn’t in your best interest.” He growls low and threateningly in your face as he bends down to grab the boot sitting next to you and giving it a quick look of observation before sitting it back down closer to him. You just finish taking off his other boot and sit it down next to the other without much more of a verbal fight and put a hand on his thigh to steady your sore legs as you get back up to your feet.

“I’m younger than you Ghost, I can’t mother you.” You reply, holding out your hand for him.

He doesn’t make note or stop you from using him to help yourself up, however, Ghost follows your movements carefully… closely. He’s doing everything in his power to hide his emotions, but there’s still a faint twitch of his lips when he looks down at his boots sitting at his side. You’d done something very unusual, and he knew berating you was what he should’ve done. Yet a flinch of a smile was what really moved Ghost’s mouth. It’s gone before it even surfaces, pushed down by the sight. of you holding out your little hand in front of him. The sounds of his deep breathing fill the quiet house as you both sit there unflinching of each other. The Lieutenant shifts in his chair, readjusting his rifle on his chest.

“Go to bed. It’s late.” His repeated command felt softer now. Wavering a bit with you hand still held out and your fingers wiggling a little.

“Come on,” You hold steady and patient.

Reward comes in the form of feeling Ghost’s heavy and large hand falling into yours and gripping just hard enough to allow you the phantom sensation that you’re actually helping him up from the chair, hearing a short grunt as his back straightens up. Without explanation, you lead the Lieutenant through the small house back towards the only bedroom in the house with an actual bed left behind by the owners, pulling him to the center of the room and turning around to face him.

“Put your arms up for me.”

“Excuse me?” Ghost’s frown can be heard from behind the mask. Despite his apparent bewilderment, he hesitantly obeys, extending his arms above his head with an exhale of a tense breath, looking down at you with dark and questioning eyes. “What are you doing now?”

You just smile and hum to yourself softly, reaching out to begin unclipping and unzipping the sections of his tac vest holding it on his upper body and the multiple ammo belts. Carefully draping them over you shoulder as you release his body from them one by one. Seeing the way Ghost’s body sinks into itself with the weight being pulled off after days without rest. You feel his eyes scan over you, over your hands finding ways to take off his gear for the first time in your life, feeling your way through sunch an unusual yet careful act.

“Bein’ fuckin’ ridiculous…” He growls, covering up the feelings of not being so concealed by barking at you a little.

“Shhh.” Your hush does enough to stop his quiet and brooding complaints.

Long enough for you to kneel back down at his feet and work at the thigh straps over his pants and even remove the ankle holster you’d left alone while taking off his boots. He doesn’t resist this part, just watching you undress him bit by bit with half a mind questioning just what had happened for you to start acting so strangely. You’d always been sweet. Much nicer than your job allowed for. Yet even this was quite off the edge of the character Ghost had built for you over the years. This felt downright intimate for just two operators to be doing.

Then again your shared situation wasn’t exactly one of professionalism at this point. You’d been improvising for nearly a full day just trying to stay alive. Once back on your feet, you take hold of his hand again, this time with a little less caution since you’d already touched him there, and begin pulling at the fingertips to slide his sand and dirt-cakes gloves off. Even seeing his bare skin under his gloves be seen in the dim lamplight of the house, Ghost doesn’t do more than flex his fingers once you’ve rid him of the stiff material.

Purposefully avoiding his mask, you get Ghost down to nothing more than boxers and a t-shirt, even with his help at certain parts without him growling more or acting like you were irritating him. While he still gave off a feeling of all-around grumpiness and more than a little confused as hell, you paid it no mind as you led him towards the edge of the bed and pointed to it with a short yet polite command for him to ’sit’. Right away you noticed his hesitation and the way that his shoulders and arms tensed, his attention solely on you, flashing between your eyes and mouth like he was trying to reassure himself that he’d heard you correctly. But with one small tug on his hand, he turns around and sits on the bed with his feet resting on the floor and his arms braced on both sides of him a little stiffly.

“Now what?” His voice held a bit of rasp to it as he tracked your movement from his side, seeing you climb up into the bed and position yourself on your knees behind him. The close proximity didn’t go unnoticed by the Lieutenant as he cleared his throat, once again interrupting the calm silence in the house. His tension filled the small space between you, heating the gap of air, almost electrifying it.

“Just relax Ghost.” Easily touching his shoulders, you begin working your palms flat against the slopes of his muscled neck.

Purposefully but gently rubbing at the stiff cords of muscle and introducing the sensation to him as easily as possible in the case that it was a bit too overwhelming for him all at once. You knew you’d pushed the boundaries with him much further past anything you’d expected to achieve in one night. But now that he was sitting here in front of you, it was hard not to smile brightly that he was trusting you so much. Allowing your hands to be on him. Accepting that you had positioned the both of you in a very vulnerable position that could lead to a lot more violent options than affectionate ones. Torture and nightmares had given more than a fair share to Ghost, yet he was patiently staving off his own clear hesitation so that you could play out whatever this was turning out to be.

Your command went unacknowledged just like all of Ghost’s from earlier had; His breathing steadily slowing down into a deep and rich, relaxed sort of rhythm. Power of your hands and calming attitude worked faster than you anticipated, leaving the massive man sitting between your thighs begin to release. Tension falling out of his body not only under your hands but by sight of his jaw loosening. You’re even lucky enough to spot him trying to take glances at you from the corner of his eye, only to look back ahead since you were in quite the blindspot. Taking your thumbs in a sweeping motion from the edges of his shoulders inward, you apply pressure on the back of his neck and experimentally reach higher up under the hem of his mask. A dangerous game to play. Rumbling sounds of appreciation filling your ears are better than any sort of medal you could earn or bet you’d ever cash in. His head rolls back slightly with each small circle of your thumbs and fingers, pushing against you. Silently asking for more pressure.

“Feel good?” You ask at just a whisper, not wanting to disturb the warm sort of feeling the room has right now by speaking too loud.

Under the safety of his mask, Ghost’s mouth curves into a smile hearing you. He rolls his head back again, arching slightly to accommodate your small hands struggling to find good purchase to keep working at the intensity he’d been hinting at. A much less controllable sound escapes his mouth when you begin working at a very sore spot he didn’t even know was present right at the base of his skull.

“Keep going,” His sleepy-sounding mutter makes your chest ache.

Grinning at the feeling of his harsh accent and sudden domestication you work away diligently down his back carefully and methodically so as to not miss a single thing. And while it’s not necessarily going to help him much, you go ahead and use your fingernails to gently scratch up and down. It’s then a groan interrupts your focus and you see Ghost shift on the edge of the bed. Believing you’d found the end of your time, you leaned back on your heels and expected him to get up and leave you in the bedroom alone. Watching him tug at his t-shirt and pull it over his head to toss it somewhere across the room was how you were told that Ghost did indeed want more. Only his shirt was getting in the way of something he wasn’t getting.

Hearing him give a deep sigh when your fingertips returned to his now bared skin gave you a rush of adrenaline and nearly caused you to wiggle happily that you’d been able to share this with Ghost. He leans back into you a little more, letting your hands and arms take more of the weight as he groans out;

“You’ve done this before.”

“Yeah, but not for a long time.” You answer, eyes smoothing over the muscles rippling as your hands work at them.

“You’re good,” He grunts, closing his eyes and zeroing in on how to focus his attention between your small hands working so efficiently and the conversation he’d begun. “How’d you get so good at it?” His head turns a little, trying to get at least one good look at you. He keeps shifting now, allowing him to keep you just in the edge of his periphery.

“Had a good teacher for a few years,” You answer, working in tight circles over a large ball of muscle fibers all collected just at the edge of his shoulder blade, earning another growling sound from the Lieutenant.

“Teacher? When?” He asks, giving a slow release of a deep breath giving a short indication that the muscle you’d been working to release was getting a bit uncomfortable. Pulling back for a moment just to give him and your hands a break, you hear him make a noise then lean back a little further, pressing his back against you almost like a dog wanting to be pet more.

“Don’t stop.” He requests in a husky tone. You chuckle aloud, returning your hands and taking a less aggressive approach by smoothing your palms over him in less-than-planned patterns, just enjoying feeling his tattooed and scarred skin under your hands as you think about how to answer him.

“A woman in London taught me,” you start, using your nails again on his skin softly. “In the year or so between my U.S. military discharge and acceptance into the task force with you.” You see the effect of your touch on Ghost as it takes him longer to respond and the way he keeps leaning more and more weight back into you, unable to keep himself from subconsciously trying to get closer. Wanting more whether he’d ever admit it or not. There’s no mistaking it between either of you, he’s enjoying this.

“I assume she was special to you.”

It was your neighbor just across the hallway from you. An older woman named Sarah. Eccentric in modern times, you’d always believed she must’ve been a force to be reckoned with when she wasn’t hindered by an aging body and an even more ailing mind. A massage therapist by trade, and a pianist by heart there wasn’t much that Sarah could accomplish without someone helping her once she became limited in movement living on the eighth floor of the apartment building you shared. Back then you didn’t have much in the way of contacts after leaving the country, and it led to a friendship with the old woman living across from you. Sharing stories, eating dinner together, grocery shopping together when she felt like going out, and trading some skills between each other. After telling Ghost this much with your fingers tracing out letters and shapes over his back, you can sense he’s listening carefully. And Ghost is feeling a slight fuzzy sensation building in the back of his brain, spreading out in a warm wave down to his fingertips and toes.

“She taught me massage since at the time I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with my life.” Your head falls to the side, examining how the lamplight shines on ghost and deepens the already significant definition in his physique.

Ghost falls against you even more, and this time he lets his head fall back against you. Trying to counterbalance his weight and keep both of you from falling backwards with just him limp he’s becoming, you wrap on arm around his neck and hold his head in the bend of your arm. He gives another sigh, and settles against you heavily. He. looks at you in silence out of the corner of his eye listening to your explanation.

“Why was she your only friend?” You can’t help but chuckle at his question, resting your chin on his opposite shoulder and bringing your other arm under his to begin scratching and rubbing at his chest, feeling deep and puckered scars littering nearly every inch of him.

“I didn’t know anyone else. And you know me well enough to know that I’m not exactly extroverted.” You smile, tracing lightly up and down his well-defined arm. Ghost couldn’t be more comfortable laid against you.

“Sorry to hear that.” His voice low and husky with his mouth so close to your ear. “She must call or ask about you…”

You shake your head. “No. She died just before I joined you all. Her mind was… failing her. And there was some kind of accident in the middle of the night The police told me she was likely trying to get to the bathroom and fell. She apparently died on impact… they didn’t say what, but I think her head hit something.” You explain quietly. “And you and I both know that means lights out. So she didn’t suffer.”

“Sorry to hear that,” he answers as softly as he can manage after hearing the darker part of your happy memories. “How did it become… intimate, like this?” He asks, nodding to the way you were leaned up against his back with your hand tracing over every inch of him that you could reach. The longer you’ve both let this go, the more boundaries get pushed further out of reach, making it hard for either of you to really know where it could end.

You smile with a blush creeping up your neck onto your cheeks, thankful you’re somewhat hidden out of sight. “This isn’t really what she taught me,” You mutter a bit quiet. “When i was massaging you… yes. That I got taught. But this, it’s… just me.”

Out of your sight Ghost’s face flushes slightly as well, his cheeks a warm rose-color. You’re touching him in a way that he’d never expected. But hearing that you’re not just doing it for… relaxation, it’s a heavy but welcome thought. And Ghost can’t help that his body reacts to it with chills raising all over his skin despite the house being perfectly warm. He lets out a deep breath focusing on your words, repeating him over just to ensure that you’re not saying it one way and him interpreting it differently due to your hands being all over him, making him feel so good. Mind racing, heart pounding, he truly realizes just how vulnerable he is under you at this moment.

“I can stop if you’d like?” You offer, preparing to move away from him.

“No,” His hoarse voice gives away his sudden dry mouth. No matter how much your touch is affecting his body, he’s not willing to stop you right now. You’ve crossed into a level of trust that he can’t think to make you abide by anymore. It’s a foreign feeling for him, but he wants to push through it. Hoping he can feel more of you if he just holds on a little longer to this.

“Don’t stop."

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The sound of skin clapping bounced off the walls of Rindou’s room. Y/n on their hands and knees as he was thrusting into their hole deeply with the tip of his cock hitting all of their hidden g-spots. His hand grabbed a fist full of Y/n’s hair and pulling their head back.

“If you don’t quiet those moans, my brother is gonna complain again. wouldn’t want us to stop our fun because of you, hm?” He growls as his sharp glare made them clench around him.

He chuckled feeling the tightness of their walls on his cock and he towers himself over their back. “Be a good slut and keep quiet, yeah?” He whispered as his free hand shoved his middle and ring finger in Y/n’s mouth, gagging them to which they instinctively started sucking on his fingers. Saliva dripping down his hand and whimpering at the cold touch of his rings making contact with their lips.

“That’s my good baby~…” He coos as his hips started to pick up the pace again with his heavy balls gently slapping on their skin. The bed below them started to creek the faster he was thrusting into Y/n. Their eyes rolling to the back of their head when the Rindou’s fat tip hits their g-spot.

Gagged muffled noises left their lips which made Rindou smirk and start going faster and harder. It took Y/n by surprise at the sudden change of pace.

“Ngh~..t-too deep..” Y/n managed to say despite the struggle from his fingers in their mouth.

“Too deep? You like that though, hm?” He said taking his fingers out of their mouth and flipping them to lay on their back. His hands throwing their legs over his shoulders, putting them in a mating press and angling his hips in a different way making his thrusts more deeper.

“Gah~!..fuck~!..” Y/n moaned out loudly throwing their head back and their lower back arching up. Rindou leaned down, smothering their face and anywhere his lips found with sweet kisses. His lips found Y/n’s and he put them together like puzzle pieces that were fit for each other.

Both of their tongues swirling together and swallowing each others noises as Y/n’s hand gripped onto his hair making him grunt.

“M’ gonna cum…” Y/n whimpered.

“Yea? You wanna cum baby?” He coos at them making them nod their head desperately.

“Ah ah ah..that’s not what I taught you. You used your words.” His voice spoke sternly and giving their asscheek a slap as a warning making Y/n gasp.

“Please..wanna cum. Make me cum~..” They begged properly making Rindou smirk.

“See? Wasn’t that hard to use your words~” He said kissing their lips yet again before going back to thrusting hard to make them both get to their climax.

Y/n felt a familiar knot in their stomach as they moans got louder and louder.

“..m’ gonna cum~!” They whimpered.

“Go ahead and cum baby..make a mess on this dick~.” He snarls before roughly biting the side of their neck, making sure to leave a dark mark on their skin.

Rindou started to slightly whimper as his sensitive tip brushing up inside their walls and shutters as he reached his climax, dumping his entire seed inside of Y/n. As this was happening, Y/n felt the knot in their stomach untie and covering Rindous abs and themselves with their slick.

As he was catching his breath, his bedroom door busted open with an angry older Haitani. His messy hair and glaring tired eyes showed that he was sleeping..well, trying to at least but couldn’t.

“Didn’t I tell you guys to fuck quieter?” Ran spat looking at the both who just stared back at him.

“Not my fault, I’m just pleading my lover like the good boyfriend I am.” Rindou said with a smug expression which made a vein pop in Ran’s neck.

He leaned his lanky body against the door frame and his arms crossed over his chest.

“How ‘bout this. You let me join and y’all can fuck all you can even when I’m here and I won’t complain.” Ran offered which made Rindou immediately turn his head towards him.

“Hell no! I’m not sharing!” He snapped.

“Come on little brother, I know i always had things to myself and so did you growing up but this is something we both can enjoy~.” Ran’s voice spoke cockily.

“Only if they’re comfortable with it.” He said before his eyes turned soft looking down at Y/n underneath him.

“You sure you wanna try it, babe?” Rindou asked with his voice coated in softness.

“I don’t mind. It’s something new we can try anyway.” Y/n said.

He nods and looks up at Ran who had a sly smirk on his lips.

“You heard them, you only get it this time. Remember that they’re mine.” He said sitting up and running a hand through his hair.

Ran chuckled and walked over to them as he was taking off his shirt, revealing his half tatted chest he had with Rindou.

“Aye aye, captain.” He teased before placing a kiss on Y/n’s lips and them kissing him back, giving each other a desirable yet long lasting smooch.

“Let’s see how obedient my dear brother made you~.” His voice dropped as he got on his knees and grabbing Y/n by the ankles, they yelped out of surprise and dragging them til his face was met with their crotch.

“So messy~.” He breathily spoke before letting his tongue drag up and down their soaked hole making Y/n whimper at the warm muscle. His tongue lapped up their juices before shoving his tongue into their hole, thrusting it in and out at a steady pace.

“Oh fuck~..” Y/n moaned throwing their head back with their hand in his hair, slightly tugging at the strands that placed perfectly in his skull.

“How slutty you are~…I bet my brother taught you how to take dick so good, hm?” He moaned into them sending vibrations through their body as his hand slapped their thigh making Y/n’s body slightly jolt.

He moaned as he ate out their hole and the point of his noise slightly nudging at the upper part of their crotch. The sinful sounds of Ran slurping and sucking echoed through the bedroom.

Rindou felt his cock slightly twitch at the sight and went over, sitting on his knees on his bed. His hand found its way to Y/n’s hair and pulling them til his cock was in front of them.

“Suck.” Y/n didn’t hesitate to wrap their lips around his tip, teasingly sucking on the mushroomed shaped head with his salty pre-cum lingering on their tongue.

After a little while, they took his entire length in their mouth with his fat tip hitting the back of their throat causing them to gag.

Rindou groaned at the feeling and threw his head back. Sweat dripping down his toned tattooed body as his adams apple bobbed as he gulped and panted.

Ram continues to eat out Y/n. Saliva and slick dripping down his mouth and chin as he pulled his mouth away from their hole.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up until his bulge was close to their bare lower half. He pulled down his black boxers revealing his cock. He wasn’t girthy as Rindou but the length definitely made up for it.

His leaking angry red tip pressed against their hole making them moan, sending vibrations onto Rindou’s cock.

Rindou’s hips started to move, fucking their mouth and Ran’s hips moving as well. Both of their hips moving at their own pace before Ran slowly started to move faster.

His tip immediately hitting their g-spot causing them to gag and slobber on Rinouds cock.

“Fuck~ they’re so tight, almost like they don’t want my dick to leave..” Ran hissed through his teeth from the tightness of Y/n’s walks on his cock.

Their gagged moans were like music to their ears as they continued their movements before slowing building up the pace.

“Shit, if it stays like this I’ll cum.” Ran grunts as picks up his pace, the skin of his thighs slapping against Y/n’s.

“..m’ gonna cum.” Rindou groaned as he continued to fuck Y/n’s throat. Y/n’s hole clenched and climaxed around Ran’s cock making him pull out and shoot his seed all over their stomach and thighs with a loud groan.

After a few more thrusts, Rindou’s cock twitched in Y/n’s mouth and he shutters ropes of his cum shoots out from his tip and into the back of their throat making them gag.

Rindou pulls out and his hand holding onto their jaw as his eyes gave a look that said ‘swallow’. Without hesitation, Y/n swallowed every little bit and opened their mouth to showed their empty mouth.

He leaned down and kissed their lips causing him to taste himself.

“Good baby.” He praised. Ran pulled his boxers and sweats back on and tried to kiss Y/n before his face was faced with the palm of Rindou’s hand.

“Fuck no, you already had you bit. A deals a deal, now leave.” Rindou spat making Ran pout but leave the bedroom anyway.

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Wind Breaker Boys x Touch Starved Reader

(Minors, Ageless and Blank Blogs DNI)

Characters in this post are 18+:

Umemiya Hajime: (TW: F reader, smut near the end (cunnilingus, vaginal penetration), fluff, comfort) MDNI

Song: Subside by Eloise (this is the song I listened to while writing this, and what I would pick for Reader and Umemiya's song)

Synopsis: How the Wind Breaker boys would handle a touch averse / touch starved S/O. I went overboard on the last three chapters, so I'm splitting them up!

Master List (I have no rights to these characters, the works they come from, or the art/screenshots/manga panels used in this post)

(~9185 wc)

Just after his 21st birthday, Umemiya Hajime heard that someone new had moved into the neighborhood. Though he hadn’t seen her yet, he’d only heard good things about the newcomer. That she was kind, warm, helpful, and beautiful. It’s also been mentioned on more than one occasion that she's basically a master gardener. The snowy haired man would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little curious about her. And yet, every attempt he’s made to see her had been a bust so far.

It’s been about a month since you moved to the little neighborhood called Furin, and the transition had been pretty smooth, since everyone in the area had been super welcoming. It was so different from where you lived before, everyone was extremely generous no matter where you went.

You just couldn’t help yourself from offering help when you would see a shopkeeper or neighbor doing some menial task - painting graffiti seemed to be a common one. More often than not they offered you goods from their shops for your work, which you would wave off at first, but eventually accepted due to their insistence. In return, you would disperse fruits and vegetables from your garden whenever you could. It wasn’t long before you became a well known (and beloved) face in the neighborhood.

Probably the most notable difference about your new neighborhood was the lack of a police presence - not unheard of for what was deemed a ‘bad neighborhood’ - but what was unheard of were the group of vigilantes who kept the riff raff out. Apparently, most of them attended the University in town. Though you hadn’t met any of them yet, they were highly regarded around Furin.

Every time you would talk to one of your neighbors or visit the shops on Main Street, they'd inquire if you had met Bofurin yet, or Umemiya Hajime. Time and again you’d say no, but you would be fooling yourself if you didn’t admit that you were intrigued by both titles, and what kind of people were behind them.

It took about a month for you and Umemiya Hajime to cross paths, and the biggest surprise was that it wasn’t by chance at all. After spending all day in the garden, you came into the kitchen to make yourself a cool drink and wash the dirt off your hands. That’s where you were when you heard a gentle knock at the door, which was odd for the middle of the day, but you opened it with a kind smile tugging at your mouth.

Immediately you had to tilt your head back to meet the gaze of the exceptionally tall man standing in your doorway. He had a head of white hair combed back, and was wearing black slacks, a white t-shirt, and a black and green coat that came down around his calves. A pair of piercing blue eyes peered at you curiously over a wide, welcoming grin plastered on his face.

“Hi! How are you?” Chirping out immediately - your voice rang in his ears like a bell, and with it carried hints of sweet mint and orange blossoms - before he even had a chance to say hello himself. Words faltered on his tongue as a rouge tint crawled over the visitor’s cheeks.

Patiently, you waited for his response as you blinked inquisitively up at him. Long lashes caressed your cheeks, causing Umemiya’s heart to palpitate as an ocean breeze fluttered past you to sway his already weakening constitution. Suddenly, he was swept up in the light, airy scent of the sea, and with it brought a sharp lemon zest that spurred him to inhale deeply.

Umemiya was usually the cheerful, welcoming one, and it wasn’t often that someone could beat him to the punch. To add to his surprise, despite everything he’s heard, he wasn’t expecting you to be so breathtaking, or refreshing. Cerulean irises studied the delicate features of your face, drifting over sparkling eyes, and landing on your saccharine smile. He was almost too absorbed in you to notice your bright peach cut off overalls, gardening boots, and the pair of gardening gloves curled in your hand.

“Uh, hi!” Recovering slightly, he spoke jovially with an awkward wave of his hand. “I’m Umemiya Hajime, I attend Furin University up the road. I heard you moved into the area recently, so I wanted to stop by to see how you’re settling in?” He asked with raised brows, and a wavering voice, uncharacteristically unsure in his question.

It wasn’t often that Umemiya felt nervous around someone else, but the way you were just beaming up at him so kindly, without a trace of suspicion, really threw him for a loop. It didn’t take long (usually), but he was accustomed to having to gain a person’s trust before they looked at him like this.

To you, Umemiya just seemed to be a very kind, welcoming, and attractive young man. His tall stature forced him to stoop slightly in your doorway, which felt more like he was leaning into you, which caused the tips of your ears to burn. It took active effort to focus on his words and respond to them, lest you get lost in his deep, blue eyes.

All of which was exacerbated by the fact that a few white strands fell into his face, framing it perfectly. The slight motion wafted hints of something herbaceous, bitter and sugary through the doorway. After a short beat you were able to place the familiar aromas as lime and sweet basil. With him so close, a faint redolence of fruit, wood and smooth balsamic drifted into your home after the lighter notes, and for a moment you were reminded of the myth of the Kodama. It took longer to place the newer fragrance, but eventually you were able to recognize them as a medley of peach, cedar and oakmoss.

Though he didn’t look like your typical forest spirit, with the tales you’ve heard of Bofurin - plus the often mentioned tree growing out of the roof of the school - you could see the resemblance. It only added to your mental image that the fabled Umemiya Hajime who stood before you smelled so akin to misty forests, you almost felt the wild ginger sprouting underfoot.

“Oh my God!” Exclaiming brightly as your face lit up, causing Umemiya’s cheeks to grow redder. “I’ve heard so much about you! Everyone in the neighborhood has been asking if I’ve met you yet.” Clarifying your excitement quickly as he just blinked at your bubbly demeanor in a daze.

“I’m really glad you came by, I was hoping to run into you actually,” announcing cheerfully, as you stepped over the threshold and onto the porch in front of him.

Umemiya stepped back to make room, and watched curiously as you shut the door behind you. He was incredibly surprised that you’ve been wanting to run into him too, he didn’t realize that he’s been on your mind at all. A tightness in his chest that he didn’t even know existed dissipated from your words, and for a moment he was stunned to feel… relieved? Had he been hoping to see you that badly?

As you brushed past him down the steps, a bouquet of honey and mandarins wafted under his nose. Inhaling a deep breath in spite of himself, Umemiya felt his heart stutter in his chest as he drank in every bit of your essence while you bounced past him down the steps. Forcefully, he suppressed a groan as you turned slightly and he was hit with notes of a candied amber and seaweed. Suddenly, he was struck with the vision of a warm, sunny beach with sandy blossoms and ocean water on the breeze.

“I heard that you like to garden, right?” Throwing over your shoulder as you beckoned him around the side of your home. Silently he followed, completely caught in whatever spell you put him under.

Though a respectable young man, he couldn’t help how his eyes were drawn to your backside, and the way you filled out your overalls with plump curves that jiggle a little with each step. Or the way he could see your smile clear as day as you spoke over your shoulder, and your eye held a sparkle that called for him to follow.

Coming to the side gate that was framed with a narrow pergola and a deep purple flowering vine that Umemiya didn’t recognize, which covered it to create a whimsical arch. You threw him a prideful grin as he came to stand next to you in awe. Opening the gate, you led him inside to show him your bountiful garden.

Along the back fence were large berry bushes interspersed with red, yellow, and white flowering ones that were currently swarmed with butterflies. Towards the left were rows upon rows of varying vegetables, all weighed down with a favorable yield. Closer to the house were beds filled with different flowering bushes and bulbs in an array of blues and whites, creams and pinks, and lipstick reds. Each bush was swarmed with butterflies, bees and one or two hummingbirds as well.

Though he could only see a few, Umemiya could hear a chorus of frogs from underneath the bushes. Then, along the side fence by the gate leading back to the berry bushes was what looked like a rain garden filled with rocks, and different semi-aquatic plants. Closer to the fence line were a few elephant ear plants that sprung out humongous fanning leaves that created little shade spots.

Under a few of the leaves he was actually able to see a gathering of adolescent frogs. Umemiya stared out in wonder, blinking slowly, before looking down at you as if you were something old and fabled. For a moment he was reminded of the tale of Izanami, the Goddess of Creation.

“Didn’t you just move here?” He questioned in disbelief, eyes darting between your triumphant grin and the abundant growth all around. Cerulean irises exuded utter wonder towards you and your home, housed by raised brows and a wide grin. Warmth spread through his chest while excitement buzzed in his veins at the apparent shared special interest while you just beamed up at him brightly.

“Oh yeah, well, everything was already here, except the annuals, and the rain garden” you expounded while gesturing to the rows of vegetables and then the rocks. “It was all just overgrown and choking each other out, so I pruned everything and let it grow back out. I was really lucky to find this place actually, it wasn’t selling because everyone took one look at the yard and said no.” You scoffed out a laugh with a slightly admonishing shake of your head.

“And it flooded out in the street every time it rained, but after a few adjustments, it’s become a hidden gem, really.” Musing smoothly as you peered around the beautiful greenery. Umemiya was still just stuck staring down at you in shock and awe, which after a long moment you interpreted as an expectant expression. Shrinking slightly under his intense stare, the corners of your mouth drooped slightly as you became a little self conscious.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to waste your time,” you chuckled awkwardly at yourself, “um, I just heard that you have that rooftop garden at Furin U, so if you see anything here that’ll transplant well, then I’m more than happy to share.” Offering awkwardly as your cheeks began to burn from his intense gaze. That’s when Umemiya jumped out of his revere as it dawned on him that he was making you uncomfortable.

“No, no, I’m sorry! I was just stunned,” he admitted honestly as he surveyed the property before meeting your gaze again. “You have an impressively green thumb. Thank you so much for showing me this,” he murmured the compliment softly, before thanking you genuinely with a firm nod.

Breathing out a sigh of relief as your shoulders relaxed before you bashfully clasped your hands together at the compliment. Umemiya watched how you wriggled with joy just from his words, and had to stifle an adoring chortle.

Beaming back up at him with a noticeable blush staining your cheeks, before you gestured at the vegetables and started showing him some specific plants that you thought would grow well on the roof. Umemiya trailed behind you, nodding and adding his comments here and there, but primarily asked questions about yourself. Just so he could drink in your every word, giggle or look you threw his way.

After a short while he became intoxicated just by being in your presence, which was exacerbated by the perfume dewing from your pores to flit under his nose with every whip of your hair. It felt like he was caught in a hurricane of zesty sea breeze, bright-honeyed oranges, and leathery-rich caramel. Eventually, remorsefully, he had to take his leave back to the University - arms filled with cuttings and little cups of soil and seeds. Despite the longing he felt as he walked away, Umemiya told himself that he was just looking out for his new neighbor.

The next time Umemiya saw you was at the Cactus Bakery, the shopkeepers and patrons shared knowing looks as Furin’s leader approached you with a simpering expression. Just the same as the first time you met him, your face lit up as you chirped out a hello. Even with the overpowering scent of baked bread, your persistent salty spray and treacle-citrus cut through it all and went straight to his sputtering heart. Umemiya offered to walk you home, which you giddily agreed to - wanting nothing more than to wrap yourself in his satisfyingly smooth and woody essence.

On the way he offered to show you the rooftop garden sometime, and enthusiastically you stuttered out a yes - moon eyes gazing up at him with a fine dusting of pink across the bridge of your nose. The snowy haired leader felt a rare burn on his own face that traveled up to the tips of his ears as his palms began to sweat.

Before bidding you goodbye, he gave you his number and told you to call him for anything. Still, on the way back campus he reminded himself that he was just being kind to his new neighbor, nothing more.

The following week you headed to Furin University to see the garden at Umemiya’s behest, earning some odd looks for just showing up. That dissipated swiftly the moment their leader beckoned you from the roof to come on up. A few guys pointed you towards the stairs as you smiled and thanked them, but they let you go up on your own.

Once on the roof, Umemiya showed you all of his garden beds and told you about his plantings. Which led to a lengthy conversation about co-planting, different fertilizers used, and the like. You ended up giving him a ton of pointers for planting next year’s crops, and some functional ideas so he'd have a better yield this season.

Immediately he requested that you come back sometime to help him implement your ideas, and then he quickly backtracked to tell you that it was perfectly okay to say no. Of course, you happily agreed, since that meant you got to spend more time with this somewhat mythical man.

Even though the two of you had common interests and obviously clicked, it still wasn’t enough to stir Umemiya’s heart towards romance, or at least wasn’t enough for him to admit he had feelings for you. Though he started to have the inkling after you went to Pothos and met Kotoha. Not realizing her relation to Bofurin’s leader whatsoever while you had the best time talking to her. Even apologizing a couple of times for being so open, and that you hoped you weren't making her uncomfortable by being so casual. Kotoha assured you that you were good, and that she thought you were funny. Albeit a little nervous, but extremely kind.

Before she met you directly, she had heard and seen you around Furin just being super helpful to all of the elders. Carrying things for them, cleaning the tops of windows if they had to use a ladder, entertaining a child while their mom ran into the store to grab something, and the list went on. She eventually mentioned you to Umemiya, not realizing the two of you had met, and sang her praises about you. She even divulged that she hoped to become closer to you, if possible.

After Kotoha’s comments, Umemiya started to accept that he felt really enamored with you. Often he found himself popping in on you, just to keep a watchful eye and generally inquiring about you. Every time he talked to you, Umemiya found himself laughing, joking and feeling all fluttery in his stomach. The scent of the seaside breeze, orange blossoms and brown sugar clung to him whenever he left you, which made him lightheaded every time. Finally, Hiragi had to inform Umemiya about his own crush on you on the roof one afternoon, to which Umemiya scoffed and immediately denied it.

“Oh no, I just think of the town as my family! I’m kind of like her older brother,” he waved off the Furin King. Hiragi’s stomach had been bothering him non stop since you came into Umemiya’s life. Bofurin's leader was even more scatterbrained than usual, so he was just not having it. There simply wasn’t enough Gaskun-10 in the world.

”You’re not related to her, so no, you’re not her brother. You’ve talked about her more than anyone else in this town. You like her, so stop pretending it’s something else. I’ve been coughing up blood for weeks over this. So figure it out, please.” Hiragi stated firmly before leaving the rooftop without another word exchanged between the two. Umemiya, a little stunned, laughed to himself as he shook his head shamefully. Because of course Hiragi was right.

After this, Umemiya made concerted efforts towards spending time with you alone in more of a “date” setting. What was this date setting you may wonder? Helping him plant new seedlings on the rooftop, of course. You loved it though and being able to spend time with Umemiya was always fun.

While getting settled for the long chore ahead, you seated yourself on the ground and began squeezing the sproutling cups to pull the baby roots away from the sides. Umemiya quickly offered you a chair, but you just smirked up at him and declared, “that’s okay! I actually really like sitting on the floor. It’s grounding.”

“That was a really terrible pun, Y/N.” He tittered as he settled criss-cross on the ground in front of you and picked up a sproutling cup. Beaming at him proudly you just hummed out a ‘mhm’ as you continued with the task at hand.

After your gaze fell back to the cups, Umemiya’s lingered on you and how your hair shined and skin glowed in the afternoon sun. Once again, he was struck with the vision of Izanami as he wondered if she looked this breathtaking when she created the land, or if she smelled this heavenly. All day Umemiya relished in the breeze bringing him the honeyed scents of citrus, jasmine, and vetiver as you worked away beside him.

It was while planting a tomato that Umemiya confessed out of the blue, his booming voice a little nervous, but that signature smile was still on his face. At first, you sputtered out gibberish as a blush bloomed over your face, shocked that The leader of Bofurin liked you. After your heart calmed, you quickly confessed too with a big toothy grin spread across your face. You rushed to let him know that you really enjoy his company and doing this with him. He was absolutely ecstatic, then asked with an arched brow and a sly grin if you’d be willing to make him your boyfriend. Beet red in the face while giggling like a schoolgirl, you giddily agreed.

After this, the two of you spent most of your hang outs gardening on the roof, or in your backyard. He would take you on plenty of dates around Furin, but since Umemiya was so well known a lot of the dates turned into community service projects, visiting elders in the neighborhood, or omurice at Pothos. There was a ton of the third one which you were glad for since it meant you were afforded more opportunities to get to know Kotoha.

Personally, you thoroughly enjoyed how your dates would turn out, because your boyfriend knew just about everyone in the neighborhood which meant you were able to fold more into the community as well. Before long, it seemed you were just as integral to the lives around you as Umemiya, which gave you a sense of belonging for the first time ever in your life.

Of course, Umemiya has always been super respectful so he didn’t come into your space often prior to this, and didn’t try to touch you much on your dates, or after this. Especially since he noticed right away how rigid you would get when someone got too close or tried to touch you. Though he just chocked it up to you not being super touchy feely, and that if it was something else then he knew you would tell him about it when you were ready. And in due time, he was proven correct.

Come one spring morning, you and Umemiya went to the rooftop around sunrise to finish prepping the beds and planting the first round of seedlings. The past couple of weeks had passed like this - you waking up well before dawn, and Umemiya knocking on your door as the first rays of light stretched over the town. The morning chores went by quickly, filled with laughter as Umemiya pointed out where he wanted the seedlings to go.

Around midmorning the two of you took a break at the picnic table. While sitting on the bench, you nodded off on Umemiya’s shoulder. He was a little surprised since you were staunchly not touchy feely, and typically gravitated towards sitting or napping on the floor. Though he always thought it was adorable that you could curl up just about anywhere, he was teeming with joy at the fact that you were resting on him. Your snowy haired boyfriend stayed stiller than a statue until you woke up, and then when you started apologizing profusely but he just waved you off.

”Y/N. You’re my girlfriend, if anyone is allowed to fall asleep on me it’s you,” he reassured you. You were stunned, since your whole childhood was being told “don’t touch” to any and every thing, even other people - including your loved ones. Umemiya’s brow furrowed at your shocked expression. “You seem surprised to hear that,” he chuckled lightly, but with more concern in his tone this time.

”What else am I allowed to do?” you murmured quietly as you peered up at him which caused him to chuckle again, anxiously. Despite the way your nerves were fraying, your persistently genial boyfriend made you feel brave enough to try to broach the topic of your family.

”What do you mean?” He asked in a concerned, gentle voice. Furin’s leader was capable of putting up a wonderful front, especially with the lighthearted tone he was using, but he knew the approaching topic was heavier than your usual conversations.

”A-am I allowed to hold your hand?” You mumbled, almost ashamed that you weren’t sure of the answer. Squirming slightly on the bench while you bit into your bottom lip, and anxiously awaited his answer.

”Of course, Y/N! You don’t even have to ask - I thought you would know that,” he threw his head back to laugh again. A little relieved that it seemed that that was all you were nervous about.

But when he suddenly felt your small hand on the back of his, hovering slightly as if you were scared to touch him, he stopped laughing altogether. Peering down, he saw you were blushing furiously, as you refused to look at him and fidgeted nervously. Tittering faintly at your precious nature, before he gently scooped you into his lap; but when all of your muscles tensed he tilted his head to the side in question.

“Sorry, I’m not trying to be difficult, I’m just not good at this,” you admitted quietly, shame lacing your voice. Umemiya simpered gently at your confession, but was unsure of how to proceed, so he just held you lightly while you gathered your thoughts. Honestly, you didn’t know how to proceed either, so you started by saying what you wanted with the hopes of being able to backtrack from there.

“I-I want to be a… mom, one day?” Murmuring tentatively, voice unsure and a notch in your brow as you squeezed your hands together in your lap. Umemiya’s brow creased slightly, unsure of where you were going with this, so he flashed a reassuring smile and said the first thing that came to mind. Before you could even explain any of your fears.

“You’ll be an amazing mom,” Umemiya blurted out without a second thought. Quickly, you faced him in shock, and Umemiya stared back at you, dumbfounded. This was the first time you’ve heard that, and he asserted it so easily and genuinely.

“Really?” Murmuring so softly, in utter disbelief, as tears rolled down your face. Umemiya stared at you with a flabbergasted expression for a long moment, before he cupped your cheek and began thumbing away your tears.

All he had seen since you moved to town was how kind, considerate, and helpful you are. More than once he witnessed you entertain children on Main Street while their mom ran errands, and always you had seemed to be a natural. He really couldn’t fathom why you’d be so astounded by his assertion.

“Yes, of course. Why would you think anything else?” he chuckled, but his eyes were clouded with so much concern for you. The disbelief in your voice and the way you gaped at him in complete shock made his heart clench in his chest. Who made you think otherwise? He wondered dolefully.

“Be-because I guess…” you sighed quietly before you met his caring cerulean irises. “I just come from a really not physically affectionate home, and I was always told growing up to not touch others unless I was explicitly told that I could…” you disclosed slowly, knowing that it probably sounded so dumb. But Umemiya just nodded along with his signature understanding expression that spurred you to keep speaking.

“I think growing up I got used to making myself small and trying to be out of the way, because everyone was really angry all the time…” you swallowed thickly to keep your voice steady. “It’s why I like sitting on the ground so much - usually at family gatherings I would find a spot on the floor to chill in so I wouldn't be in the way, or get yelled at.” You spoke in a low voice, but your snowy haired boyfriend could hear it waver slightly, and you saw those bright blues darken. The rest of his expression remained the same.

“So, I’ve always wanted to be a mom, but I don’t know if I’ll be any good because I’m not good at this stuff,” murmuring as you gestured at Umemiya still holding you. “Plus, I don’t know, I grew up around children, y'know? Like I was in an ‘older-cousin’ role and stuff like that, but I also grew up with a lot of women who also wanted to fill that role in their lives.” you released a tense sigh, not wanting to lay blame as you continued.

“I’m awkward, so I’ve never felt comfortable coming into the fold, and nobody really tried to let me, so I kind of just stayed on the outskirts and watched what they would do. So in theory, I know, but in practice I don’t…” you sighed miserably. Umemiya stayed completely silent, sensing that you were getting on a roll.

“And I know physical affection is important for child development - I’ve done my research. I probably looked insane going into child development classes as basically a kid myself, and with no children… but I needed to know what to do… and I still never got the practice,” you chuckled coldly at yourself.

“By the time I did all of that, all of my baby cousins had grown up and were jumping on all the jokes my family would share,” Umemiya’s expression finally changed with a severe arch of his brow, but he quickly recovered and nodded for you to continue. “It’s not like the jokes were debilitating, but they didn’t help. They would tell me things like, I’m ‘obviously not mom material’, and ‘anyone can tell I don’t live with children from how I act’. Making fun of each other is kind of how my family shows love, I guess.” You confessed despondently as the rage Umemiya felt was palpable now.

“I love my family, but it’s hard to be around them,” you clarified quietly. “That’s why I moved here as soon as I could - I want to come into my own, on my own, y’know?” Looking to him for understanding as your eyes began to sting, Umemiya nodded quickly. “I want to build a life with someone - a home, and a family… but it’s scary when I don’t know how, and no one has done a great job of showing me. I know I need to clear this hurdle,” you whispered, gesturing to his arms around you again as tears welled up along your lash line.

“But I don’t really know how to on my own, and I’m starting to think I’m just not made for this… Maybe I’m just prickly,” you finished your explanation as your shoulders dropped slightly in defeat.

Throughout your explanation your voice grew quieter and quieter, and your body grew tenser until you were overtaken with the feeling of shame. Though your shoulders dropped, the tension remained tightly wound inside of you. For the first time, your boyfriend saw your bright smile break and it filled him with so much rage that he was glad to be holding you to keep him distracted.

Umemiya released a slow, steadying breath as he tightened his hold on you and pressed his lips to your forehead. Though still tense, you leaned a little more into the zesty mint mingled with the earthy wood trapped in the fabric of his shirt.

It took a moment for Umemiya to figure out what he wanted to say, but after some thought it really seemed like you were seeking out help. He decided that after you’ve spilled everything and he has already reassured you of what he thinks, it seemed what you really needed was comfort. All he wanted to do was make you feel better.

“Even if that were true, even if you were as prickly as a Cholla cactus, then I would just be your pack rat.” He murmured quietly, fluttering your hair with his warm breath and a mixture of spiced fruit and balsamic musk. When you let out a confused hum, he leaned back with a cock of his brow and a sly grin.

“I’d drag you to my nest - drink you whole - and then I would build a home with you.” He illustrated the symbiotic relationship between the Cholla cactus and the desert rodent, but his voice was pure smoke and honey. Heat sparked, then pooled in your lower belly like you’ve never felt before.

Peering up at him in shock, you saw your boyfriend’s crystalline blue eyes had ignited into something hotter than flame as they traveled slowly down to where your thumbs nervously twirled in your lap, then back up to pause at your lips. Before he met your shy, sultry gaze set above your reddened cheeks with a hungry look of his own.

”Would you let me?” Punctuating his question with a tilt of his head, which had you sputtering for a moment until he elaborated as he dipped his lips closer to yours.

“Am I allowed to drink you whole?” Breathing his request against them, which left flavorful sweet basil and petrichor bursting across your tastebuds.

Immediately, you were nodding your head and leaning into him before even thinking it through. Umemiya slotted his lips eagerly between yours before he repositioned you on his lap to straddle him. A medley of oranges, mint, and brown sugar accord mingled beautifully with the flavors cascading over your tongue. Then, he wrapped his arms around your back securely while you looped your arms around his neck.

Standing up, he took you to the end of the picnic table and laid you on your back before kissing his way down - undoing your overall shorts along the way - until you were just in a loose fitted t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties.

Peppering kisses along the waistband had you shuddering, and then when he ever so slowly pulled them down your legs you were practically quaking in the palm of his hand. The overwhelming scent of sea breeze, musk and vetiver went straight to his head, making his mouth water as he set his sights on the little piece of heaven located between your thighs.

Kneeling at the end of the table, he draped your thighs over his shoulders and pulled your thrumming cunt to his lips, breathing fanning over you as he inhaled more of your heady scent. Then your head keened back against the wooden table as he licked through your folds and over your clit. He was barely able to contain his excitement before devouring you greedily, instantly losing himself in the intoxicating aroma and taste that is you.

Forcing himself to pull back as he nuzzled your clit lovingly with the tip of his nose, sending jolts of pleasure from your core out to your fingertips that were curled into your palms pressed against the tabletop. Cerulean irises stole the air right out of your lungs with one heated look before he slid a long digit through the ring of muscle at your fluttering entrance. The new sensation was more than enough to teeter you ever closer to the edge, but you almost lost it when he started tonguing your clit messily.

“How’s that?” Parting from your bundle of nerves, as he catechized you in a sultry whisper between pumps. Lovingly, his eyes studied your euphoric expression before they traveled down the expanse of your trembling body to where his digit was squelching deliciously in and out of you. A breeze crossed the rooftop, which carried another wave of your redolence as he was struck with the same vision he had upon first visiting your garden - a warm, sunny beach with orange blossoms and sea spray on the breeze.

”U-you already know!” you exclaimed in a whispered whine, which brought him back to the ocean before him, while indignation dripped from your voice as you squirmed under his ministrations.

”But I wanna hear you say it,” he urged desperately before he kissed your clit gently, pressing his lips wetly to the little nub, causing you to mewl pathetically.

”Are you sur-” you were cut off with a sharp, pleasurable gasp as another twitch of his finger against that spongy spot located deep in your velvety walls. His interest was piqued though, so he slowed his movements slightly, but kept you close to the edge as he regarded you with curiously raised brows. Patiently he awaited your question as the lewd squelching, albeit quieter, continued between your thighs.

”Fuck,” you breathed out, “are you sure it’s healthy to feel this good?” Murmuring in a slightly worried tone as you reached down and grasped his fingers holding your hip in a vice grip. As your plump thighs trembled against his cheek, your boyfriend's cock twitched in his pants from the desperation in your voice.

“Hm?” Umemiya emitted an amused hum as he grinned against your drooling cunt, which caused you to whine feebly and tighten your grip on his fingers. Soothingly, he caressed his thumb over your plush hip.

”Mmmm I feel like I’m losing my mind Ume- Fuck!” you whimpered out pathetically. Umemiya laughed out loud at that before he nuzzled your clit again with the tip of his nose, breath fanning your folds making you delirious and needy.

”Oh, you will,” he chuckled over your glistening folds as his finger squelched in and out of your drooling cunt, picking up pace again. Then he swiftly added a second digit, causing you to arch your back off the table obscenely, “but don’t worry, you’ll come back to me.” He promised in a sultry whisper before he wrapped his mouth around your clit again, working you over the edge. Swiftly you pressed your knuckles against your lips to conceal your desperate whines. But then Umemiya’s wet muscle began occasionally dipping down and teasing around your fluttering entrance as his fingers squelched away.

Stars burst behind your eyes as you carded your fingers through his white locks with your other hand, and gripped hard. While your boyfriend grew inebriated on your taste, you couldn’t hold back any longer as you bucked against his eager mouth and tried to ride his digits pathetically. His tongue was bathed in your sugared musky flavor, reminding Umemiya of the salty air by the beach as his ministrations became uncoordinated.

Messily, he dipped his tongue to lick up more of your arousal that dripped from your sopping cunt over his knuckles. Eventually, he couldn’t contain himself from sliding his tongue over his long fingers, past that ring of muscle at your entrance as he grunted and groaned needily into you. Pressing your teeth lightly into the back of your hand to conceal your wanton moans, while your body became taught with pleasure and your thighs began to shake on Umemiya’s shoulders. That pleasurable heat pooled in your belly had turned into an inferno that blazed through your veins and muscles until it seemed all the oxygen had left your bloodstream, as you lay spent and panting on the wooden table.

Once your body relaxed and you had caught your breath, Umemiya straightened back up to peer down at your tired form. Ghosting a hand along your still shaking thigh made you crack one eye to see his triumphantly sly grin directed down at you. Chuckling tiredly, the corners of your mouth turned up in a satisfied smirk as you outstretched your hands for him. Umemiya placed his palms on either side of your torso so you could wrap your arms around his neck and then he bent down to be nose to nose with you. Bright cerulean irises enveloped you in total adoration.

“How much have you wanted to touch me?” He quizzed with a teasing lilt to his tone, nuzzling your nose with his gently as a few stark white locks fell over his eyes and tickled your face. Whatever air you had replenished left your lungs in a sharp gasp as your cheeks began to burn.

”A-a lot…” you admitted sheepishly. Grinning knowingly down at you, he leaned forward to nip your bottom lip before leaning back to regard your flushed face.

”Where?” He continued questioning, and when your cheeks reddened even more as your eyes widened his grin grew bigger. Leaning forward slightly, he pressed his growing bulge to your core and felt the heat through the fabric of his pants as his eyes fell half lidded.

“Don’t be shy now Y/N, we’ve made so much progress.” He taunted smoothly while you swallowed thickly in response. But as you stared into your boyfriend’s wanton gaze, you felt yourself drawing closer to his lips as your eyes fell shut. Umemiya forgot his line of questioning completely as he closed the distance, slotting his lips between yours, before he laid fully on top of you while grinding against your sopping cunt.

The following minutes were a flurry of lips and hands as Umemiya stripped himself, then stripped off your shirt before spreading his Furin coat over the roughened wood of the tabletop. Your eyes mapped out the hard planes of muscle that sculpted his chest, abdomen, and led down to his sharp hip bones. Biting your bottom lip, as you tried to contain a gasp at the sight of his hardened cock. It was long, girthy, paler at the base and gradually turned a blushing pink towards the thick mushroom head. A bead of precum gathered at the very tip, and you almost reached out to swipe it off with your fingertip, but Umemiya was climbing onto the table before you could.

He laid behind you, spooning you, as he slid his erect member between your warm, plush thighs. At first you weren’t sure about the position, but Umemiya pleaded so nicely - divulging that he wanted to feel you pressed close to him, and so he could see all your beautiful curves as long as possible.

With a beet red face, you were now laid on your side, back pressed to his chest and plump ass held against the hard planes of his hips with his girthy length wedged between your folds. A symphony invaded both of your senses as Umemiya’s fresh, earthy-fruit aroma swirled with your honeyed-citrus scent. Strained breaths passed his lips as he gently thrusted back and forth to feel your arousal spread over him while your thighs squeezed him securely.

His repetitive thrusts grew longer until his tip was slipping against your entrance over and over, and with one little twitch of his hips you both felt him catch as he stilled in place. The light medley became heated and smoky as the symphony grew in intensity while Umemiya’s animalistic musk swirled with your leathery-amber fragrance. Stuttering breaths tumbled from both of your opened mouths as he slowly pressed himself further into your glistening folds, the head of his cock stretched the ring of muscle at your entrance.

Desperate whines bubbled out of you as you gripped his forearm that was holding you flush to him by your waist. While your other hand grasped at the wrist of his that was cupping your tit. With a deep, guttural groan Umemiya gradually slid the rest of the way in until you felt completely full while your gummy walls fluttered around him. After allowing you to adjust, he ghosted his hand that was wrapped around your waist down in between your legs to cup your mound as he pressed his fingers into the underside of your cock.

At an agonizingly slow pace, Umemiya drew his hips back and then slowly sheathed himself again, making sure you felt every ridge and vein dragging against your greedy core. He repeated this movement until you were moaning breathily, arching your ass into his hips, and gently bouncing back on him. Only then did he start picking up his pace until the satisfying plat plat plat of your ass slapping against his pelvis echoed around the roof.

“Please, please, please,” whimpered pleas escaped your lips. Umemiya’s thrusts had grown powerful, causing your thighs, hips and ass to jiggle deliciously from the movement. He couldn’t help but appreciate how the motion reminded him of ripples on a calm sea, before his wandering eye traveled down the curve of your spine as you arched against his chest. The image of rolling waves struck him, and reflexively he strengthened his grip around you from the irrational fear that you might slip through his fingers like water. His hand still comfortingly cupped your mound as he pressed the underside of his cock to add more pressure when bumping that spongy spot deep within your velvety walls.

“While I love hearing you beg, it’s really not necessary. This is fun for me too,” he murmured breathily into your ear, the grin evident in his tone. Your words stuttered on your tongue as a desperate whine replaced them, which only made him titter more, fluttering your hair.

“Are you having fun?” He teased gently before nipping your earlobe, and then trailed open mouth kisses down your neck to the crook where he firmly sunk his teeth into the sensitive flesh. For a moment you couldn’t muster a response as Umemiya’s thrusts turned brutal, tearing a string of ah ah ah’s from your throat.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Finally crying out as you keened your head back into his shoulder, until he laid his hand over your mouth and chuckled into your shoulder playfully. Umemiya could feel himself getting caught up in the way you’ve started smelling like him - sweet basil and oakmoss staining your skin now, and how he’s started smelling like you - orange blossoms in full bloom and sugared vetiver roots simmered up from everywhere you’ve touched him.

”We can’t let the whole town know what I’m doing to you up here,” he teased against the purple mark he left, as he started rubbing deliberate circles on your clit with his fingertips. A wanton moan slipped out of you and was caught by his wide hand as he began thrusting deeper, and deeper until his tip was kissing your cervix.

Insatiable cries continued tumbling out of you only to be muffled in Umemiya’s palm as you soared higher and higher towards your climax. Turning his head so his nose brushed your jaw, he inhaled ardently before releasing a bestial groan at the salt spray fragrance permeating your locks as he curled tighter around you. The salt in your hair mixed with notes of mandarin, amber and petrichor to create an overwhelming aphrodisiac as your snowy haired boyfriend teetered closer to insanity himself. He dragged you right over the edge with him as you both climaxed at the same time. Your velvety walls clamped down and pulsed around him, milking him for all he was worth, as white ropes coated the inside of your greedy cunt.

A current of electricity sparked in your core, that rippled under Umemiya’s palm and stretched over your pelvis, synapsing over your gooseflesh until you were quaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Umemiya smoothed your hair away from your dampened forehead before pressing his lips to your temple, his uneven breaths fanned your face as he peppered kisses down to your swollen lips. Elated cerulean irises drank in the sight of your round ass pressed into the curve where his thighs met his pelvis. They followed his wide hand as he caressed the delicate skin over your ribs, and the delightful swell of your breast rising and falling from unsteady pants.

The two of you laid there for a while, until you nodded off in his arms - not used to such an extensive workout on top of gardening. Umemiya disentangled himself, gathered supplies to clean you up, and then dressed you in his oversized white t-shirt before laying you back down on his Furin coat. He let you sleep, occasionally coming over to check on you and make sure the sun wasn’t in a position to burn you while he finished up the planting.

By now you were completely enveloped in Umemiya’s zesty, buttery musk as you dreamed lazily on his coat. Oddly enough, your dream was set in a misty forest - you were lost and scared, but an ethereal Kodama who looked just like Umemiya appeared before you. He was so kind as he reassured you that he would lead you to safety, and he did. Faithfully, you followed him along a winding path lined with ferns, wild ginger, and roots covered in oakmoss - his wide set shoulders a source of comfort for you the entire way. After what felt like hours, the two of you exited the forest on a sandy beach with a calm sunrise stretching before it. Luckily you glanced back in time to thank him, because he was already turning to disappear back into the forest.

“Wait!” you called out desperately, and he turned to face you with a shocked expression. “Please stay. It gets so lonely here… is it lonely in the forest too?” you whispered softly, stepping closer to him. His beautiful blue eyes became as misty as the forest behind him as his lips parted to speak, but suddenly the fog surged forward as you jolted awake.

Eventually, Hiragi came by to see how the transplants were going. The second the Furin King saw you sleeping soundly on the picnic table and his leader waving jovially at him, Hiragi turned on his heel and fled the rooftop. Accidentally letting the door bang shut on his way out, which caused you to shoot straight up. Hiragi made it clear the roof was strictly off limits today before he swallowed half a pack of Gaskun-10 and returned to his patrol.

Umemiya laughed at his friend’s reaction first, but when he saw your melancholic expression and watery eyes he rushed straight over. Seating himself behind you and pulling you close, he held you and urged you to tell him what was wrong. Tearfully, and blushing madly from embarrassment, you relayed your dream to him quietly, barring the last bit.

After a moment of silence, he chuckled before inquiring about what a Kodama was, and you looked up at him in utter embarrassment. To which he just smiled down at you in amusement, you then informed him what a Kodama was. Also mentioning how ever since you first met him everything about the Bofurin Leader reminded you of them. Even down to his scent. Sheepishly you disclosed that you have kind of imagined him as one. Your voice was barely audible as your cheeks burned and you could barely meet his gaze as you finished your explanation.

Umemiya had to stifle a laugh as you refused to look him in the eye, but then he asked why you would be crying over that. Pursing your lips in thought as you debated whether to tell him or not, before you relented and quietly divulged the last part of your dream. Clasping your hands in your lap nervously as you told him about basically proposing that Kodama-Umemiya stay by the seaside with you, and that you never got his answer. A pregnant pause passed before his calm voice broke the silence.

“Yes,” he whispered earnestly into your hair, and finally, you faced him with a questioning look which caused him to titter lightly. “Ever since I met you, I’ve kept smelling orange blossoms, sea spray and sugared-earth…” a crease formed in his brow as he finally named the fragrances that permeated his life as of late.

“You constantly remind me of the sea and the beach,” he laughed in disbelief at how prophetic your dream seemed to be. “So, yes, I’ll stay by the seaside with you.” He promised with a firm nod and saccharine smile that spurred you to lean in and cup his cheeks before you captured his lips in a loving kiss.

After this, Umemiya goes out of his way with verbal offers to let you hold his hand and touch him, as well as requesting often if he can hold your hand or touch you. Over time, you become much more comfortable with physical touch to the point where Umemiya can do the one thing he’s been craving since he asked you to be his girlfriend - dote on you. Your days are filled with head pats, chaste kisses, and big dramatic hugs from your boyfriend.

Whenever he sees you walking around Furin, he will bound right up to you - arms outstretched - as he cries “Y/N!” before pulling you into the biggest bear hug you’ve ever received. Of course now you don't tense up at all, but devolve into a fit of giggles whenever he dotes on you, as well as doting on him right back. Umemiya was delightfully surprised when you started giving him cheek kisses, looping your arm around his when walking around Furin, and just generally leaning into his space whenever you got the chance.

It wasn’t until years later that Umemiya told you how you actually reminded him of the Goddess of Creation, Izanami, when he first saw you. It was after he moved into your house, and the two of you had been married for a few years - you had just come inside from working in the garden and were busy washing your hands in the sink. Your husband stopped in the entryway of the little tiled room, and just stared at you for an incredibly long moment, adoration exuding from his very core.

“What?” You giggled softly, as you averted your eyes to the counter, since the snowy haired man was still capable of making you feel shy under his reverent gaze all these years later. Cerulean irises lovingly traveled over your body, pausing at your swollen belly, before gradually coming back to your curious gaze. Slowly, he entered the kitchen to stand in front of you, laying a wide palm over the curve of your bump as he just smiled adoringly down at you.

“Have I ever told you that you remind me of Izanami?” He susurrated, as his thumb caressed your belly oh so gently. Chortling breathily as you shook your head at him, but your expression begged him to explain. So, he told you about how when he first saw you in your garden - stunned by you and everything you’d done here - that he was just struck with this vision of you as the Goddess of Creation. The very one who created the land, seas, trees, and other gods. He then went on to tell you that seeing you in the kitchen like this, his eyes drifted to your belly once again before returning to yours, he was struck with the vision all over again.

“Can I show you what an avid worshiper I am?” He implored tenderly, voice dropping low and smoky. Immediately, a blush broke out over your cheeks and heat pooled in your core at the implication, but you started to protest that you weren’t attractive like this.

“I won’t hear of it,” he cut you off with a light scoff before stooping to pepper kisses along the curve of your neck and then paused in the sensitive crook. “Now, will you let me show you how lucky I am to have a goddess as my wife? I’ll even show you the heavens along the way,” He murmured persistently as he nipped up to your sensitive pulse point. Keening your head back revealed more of your throat for him to litter open mouthed kisses over. Uneven breaths puffed past your lips while your loving husband caressed your supple, aromatic curves as you allowed him to walk you to the bedroom. Faint hints of sea spray and oak moss mingled in both of your wakes, and drifted into the house from behind the shut door.

#wind breaker x reader #wind breaker boys x touch starved reader #pernesophe #SP's Headspace

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quizzicalwriter · 1 year ago

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can u plsss do smut dallas x reader where he ties a vibrator to you? thank uuuu

Torment

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dallas had never been one for toys, but your cute pleading may have swayed him - maybe.

Warnings: SMUT. MDNI. Porn with very little plot. Kissing, touching, fingering, rough sex, titty attention, toys. A whole lotta stuff.

A/N: Thank you for the request!

Word Count: 3.7k

Curiosity had always been your weak point, pure stupid curiosity. It’d wound you and Dallas up in your fair share of odd and semi-expensive situations; one he’d never let you live down being the impromptu visit to a restaurant in the middle of town, the very place where you’d spit your food into your napkin and pouted at the shitty quality until Dallas relented and drove you to a nearby hole-in-the-wall diner that served way better food for half the price.

Sometimes, to your benefit, your curiosity led you to funny or pleasurable paths - which was the main contender for why Dallas could never turn you down, that and your pout worked on him better than an offer of a cigarette. That said pout was exactly how you wound up in the passenger side of Buck’s T-Bird, humming absentmindedly to whatever song buzzed across the static-ridden radio during your thirty-minute drive into the center of town.

“I suppose I’m buying this thing?” Dallas asked around his cigarette, eyes half-squinted from the blaring overhead sun. You smiled over at him, bright smile and all as you nodded. He shook his head through a laugh, removing his cigarette from between his lips to rid the end of its built-up ash. “It better be worth the money.”

You knew it would be, how could it not? You and Dallas were fairly adventurous in bed, so when you prompted the idea of including a ‘toy’ into your time beneath the sheets he was naturally curious himself - until he heard the price. You’d ended up begging, peppering his still-tired face with small kisses until he relented and pushed your face away with a grunted-out laugh.

That’s how you got him to drive you nearly forty minutes into the town over, the only town that had a sex toy store. It was still new, something that wasn’t relatively talked about, but your friends had been raving about the thing and you couldn’t help but want one of your own. You’d promised Dallas that you two could try it out as soon as you’d gotten back to his apartment, something that noticeably excited him, his excitement made ever so apparent by the subtle bulge against the denim of his jeans.

If there was one thing you were eternally grateful for when it came to Dallas, it was his nonchalant nature. You’d seen the man trip and bust his ass right outside of a grocery store, only to get up and pick up his cigarette and continue walking off as if nothing had happened - that and he’d done his fair share of voicing his foul-mouthed opinions loud enough for the damn neighbor to hear. In all honesty, you didn’t think he could care what others thought of him. You admired him for it.

It certainly came in handy when he pulled into the semi-vacant parking lot, right outside the store that overtly advertised what it sold indoors. Sex toys; vibrators, dildos, lube - everything you could need and more, and by God did everyone and their grandmother watch as you two exited the car. Dallas smiled over his shoulder, flicking his now-dead cigarette to the asphalt below before snubbing it out with his heel. His arm hooked around your waist, escorting you inside and away from prying eyes.

“Hello!” Sounded an employee from behind the counter, a very kind-looking older woman, someone you wouldn’t have expected to work in such a store. “Do you two need any help?”

Dallas waved her off with a small smile, leading you through the aisles as his eyes drifted over the various items. You could feel yourself flush, despite there being nobody else in the store besides you three, you couldn’t help but feel bashful over it - especially when Dallas loudly laughed as you both passed an aisle that had nothing but pornographic movies. Very, very lewdly labeled pornographic movies.

“Should we get one?” He joked, smiling over at you as he picked up a box, waving it like he’d just scored something worth hundreds of dollars. You scoffed out a laugh, pushing his hand down with a giggled, “Put that away, Dal.”

It didn’t take long to find the aisle that seemed to be dedicated to vibrators, they ranged from all sizes, from pinkie length to nearly a foot. You knew exactly which one you’d come for, the infamous body wand. It was a hefty thing, the box as long as your forearm. Dallas looked over to you, raising his eyebrows as you held the box to your chest.

“You want that one?” He asked, hand reaching behind himself to grab his wallet. You smiled, nodding as you rocked forward onto your toes. He sighed out a laugh, free hand moving to the small of your back as he guided you toward the front of the store.

You’d hardly placed the box down on the front counter before the woman gasped, a bright smile on her face as she rang up your purchase with a hushed, “I’ve sold so many of those! Nearly twenty this week alone!”

The words made you laugh, the two of you exchanging pleasantries until you and Dallas left the store, merchandise hidden in a discreet brown paper bag. As you situated yourself in the passenger side seat, you peeked into the bag, reading over the claims that’d been etched into the side of the box. The reviews alone had you giddy to try it out, thighs clenching together in excitement as Dallas started the car, peeling out of the parking lot less than a second later.

“How’s that thing work anyhow?” Dallas asked, eyebrows furrowed together as he looked between you and the road. You shrugged, freeing the box from the paper bag before twisting the package around, face flushing slightly at the look of the thing.

“Says you plug it in,” you mumbled, eyes squinting as you read the finer print near the edge of the box. “Plug in and enjoy, that’s all it says.”

Dallas choked back a snort at the instructions, eyebrows lifting in both amusement and intrigue as he pulled down his street. It was only four in the afternoon, so Buck’s bar would surely have quite a few people in attendance. It’d never stopped you two before and Buck sure as hell never complained, not that he had any right to, you and Dallas had heard your fair share of Buck’s lady friends he kept well into three in the morning.

The air felt charged around you as Dallas pulled into the half-filled parking lot, his eyes flickering over to you with every chance he could grab. You couldn’t ignore the budding arousal and excitement settling heavy in your stomach, each step toward the bar leaving your legs feeling weak beneath you. Your heart thudded in your chest, hard enough to be felt in your throat as Dallas’s hand pressed against the small of your back, gently guiding you through the bar and toward the back steps.

Neither of you stopped to greet anyone, but luckily for you both everyone was either inebriated or caught up in a game of pool or poker. By the time you reached Dallas’s room, your underwear were slick to your cunt, soaked in your arousal. You kicked your shoes off, tossing the paper bag onto his bed as Dallas closed the door behind you.

“Nervous?” He asked, noticing your jittery behavior as he moved behind you. You huffed, trying to hide your feelings but failing miserably. Dallas only hummed, brushing your hair back from your neck, leaning down a fraction to press delicate kisses along the curve of your throat.

You brought your hand up and behind you, threading your fingers through his thick hair as he kissed and nipped at your neck, his hands working on unbuttoning your jeans. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, giving him full access to your throat as he pushed your jeans down your thighs. You did the rest, kicking the denim to the floor along with your soaked underwear.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, pulling away only to pull your shirt up and over your head, leaving you completely nude while he remained dressed.

You obeyed, hurrying over to his bed as fast as your feet would carry you. The bag sat toward the end of the bed, soon lifted and opened by Dallas who tossed the bag over his shoulder, attention focused solely on the semi-heavy box in his hands. You crossed your legs, shifting your hips in anticipation as he took out the body wand.

You’d been right in the car, there were no other needed instructions besides plugging it in. Dallas gave you a brief smile, moving beside the bed to plug the body wand into the wall outlet. The cord connecting the wand to the outlet was relatively long, long enough for you to use it comfortably on the bed - or for Dallas to use it on you.

He situated himself behind you, helping you to lean back against his chest. His warmth radiated through his clothing, calming you immensely as you settled back against him. The coolness of the body wand startled you as Dallas rested it against your thigh. He didn’t seem intent on using it on you just then.

His hands brushed over your body, fingertips trailing over your stomach, down your hips, and onto your thighs. Each touch was followed by a shiver on your part, your arousal thick enough to leave you shaking, desperate for some form of attention to your eager cunt.

Sensing your desperation, his right hand dipped between your thighs, touch featherlight against your soaked folds. Your hips bucked, a mumbled plea for more leaving you as he grazed his index finger over your clit.

Your plea was not met with mercy, instead, Dallas pulled his hand back, his touch drifting upward to your breasts. His lips met the nape of your neck, kisses slow and methodical as he kneaded your breasts, brushing his thumbs over your hardened nipples.

“You can wait,” he whispered.

You weren’t sure you could, your cunt clenched around nothing and dripped cum onto the bedspread beneath you. A heavy pang of need throbbed between your thighs, clit aching with each leisurely touch of his hands, focusing everywhere except where you needed him most.

Just when you thought you’d sob from the torment, his right hand moved back between your thighs, finding your cunt drenched in your juices. You could feel him smile against the nape of your neck, a breathy laugh leaving him as he circled your clit.

The soft pads of his fingers against your clit moved in slow, deliberate circles. His lips were hot, leaving lingering kisses along your throat as your head lulled back against his shoulder, giving yourself over to the ecstasy he gave freely. His free hand continued gently kneading the soft flesh of your breast in tandem with his fingers. His thumb and forefinger gently tweaked your nipple, the other hand busying itself swirling around your clit. Your hips bucked up into his touch, desperate for some form of release as his fingers glistened with your arousal. Instead of relief, he gave you cruelty, removing his fingers from your aching cunt with a click of his tongue against his teeth.

“So desperate,” He cooed, tone ever so condescending. The cruel words went straight to your cunt, leaving you clenching around nothing as he watched on in lust-riddled amazement. Your back arched from his chest, unable to do anything further with the position he’d put you in. Laughter rumbled in his chest, the noise making you pout as your eyes batted open to look at him. He feigned a pout, bringing his hand up to cup your chin with a soft, “Poor thing.”

Only when you felt tears lining your vision did he relent, resuming the same featherlight touches against your throbbing clit. It felt perfect, almost enough to bring you to the brink of an orgasm – but nowhere near enough to push you over the edge. A desperate whine fell from your lips, eyes squeezing shut as you begged yourself not to cry over being fingered – it felt stupid, but in your orgasm-deprived mind you were certain you’d go insane if he didn’t let you cum.

With a kiss against your shoulder, he curled his middle and ring finger into you, fingers meeting no resistance as he pushed them up against a spot within you that had your knees bending, thighs clenching together in a silent plea for him to never remove his fingers from your cunt. You could feel him smile against your skin, his thumb brushing against your clit as he slowly pumped his fingers into you, the lewd sound of your cum coating his fingers echoing throughout the room. He could feel you holding back, the way your eyebrows would scrunch together, how your breath caught in your throat, all for a soft, nearly inaudible whine to fall past your parted lips.

“Let them hear you,” he urged, tone nearly pleading. “Let them hear how good I make you feel.”

Dallas wasn’t one to beg, yet the way he spoke conveyed the desperation he poorly concealed underneath his reserved facade. You could only nod as his tempo increased, fingers slicking in and out of your cunt at a pace that left you delirious. Your head rolled back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as moans fell from you, pleas for him to go faster, harder – neither you were sure you wanted, but you needed him and everything he could give you.

He obliged.

“That’s it,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, placing a chaste kiss on your temple as he pumped his fingers into you. “Can feel you clenching around my fingers, doll.”

His crude words pulled another moan from you, one that caught in your throat as your hips rocked with the thrust of his fingers. His other arm hooked around your waist, keeping you pulled back against him as his hand worked between your legs, expertly bringing you to the cusp of your orgasm. Your thighs began to shake, calves tensing as he pushed his fingers deeper into you, the heel of his palm bumping rhythmically into your clit. Your arm moved up to encircle the back of his neck as you buried your face into his throat, moans and whimpers of his name tumbling past your lips like a broken prayer. Before you could register the feeling, you were coming undone around his fingers, cunt pulsing around the thick digits as your voice broke off into a silent scream. You could feel your cum coating his fingers, gushing out of you and onto the bedsheets below. He whispered words of praise, still fucking his fingers into you throughout the throes of your orgasm, not bothering to slow down an inch until your thighs were twitching against the soaked bedsheets.

Your cunt twitched with oversensitivity as he removed his fingers, bringing the wet digits up to your lips. You took them without objection, breath labored as you sucked them clean. He groaned at the feeling, your tongue laving the underside of his fingers as you stared up at him, expression the picture of fucked out.

He slowly lowered his hand from your face, your lips glistening with saliva and cum. He couldn’t help but lean in, capturing you in a wet kiss as his hips rocked against your ass. The subtle friction pulled a grunt from him, his brows furrowing as his hold around your middle tightened. He could taste you on his tongue as he pulled away.

“Lean forward,” he instructed, words barely audible over his heaving breaths. You obeyed, looking over your shoulder toward him as you bent over a nearby pillow, your hips comfortably resting against the fabric. He moved from behind you, sorting through the bedsheets, cursing under his breath until he found what he’d been looking for. You watched; curiosity peaked as he moved to sit down beside you. He smiled at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead with a hushed, “Can’t let my money go to waste.”

His hand guided your hip up, nestling the head of the vibrator against your cunt, just above your clit. With a kiss on your shoulder, he helped you settle back down against the pillow, pushing the vibrator flush with your skin. The metallic clang of his belt buckle hitting the floor and the subtle sound of his zipper being undone followed. You arched your back, face pushed to the soft bedding beneath you. He hummed at the sight, right hand grasping your hip tight as the other trailed the back of his fingers along your folds, the touch causing your hips to quiver.

His arm looped around your middle, hand fumbling with the base of the wand until it buzzed to life, the sudden vibration pulling a yelp from you as your hips jerked away from the sensation. You’d thought you were no longer sensitive from your previous orgasm, but the vibrator pulled that confidence right out from under you. Dallas only stifled a laugh, his hand moving to the small of your back where he pressed down, forcing you flush with the vibrator. A broken moan fell from your lips as your hands grasped at the tangled bedsheets, knuckles white as the large silicone head of the vibrator shuddered against your clit.

“You’re alright,” Dallas taunted, right hand still steady on your hip as he pumped himself with his left, thumb swiping over his tip. You could hardly focus on the lascivious moans coming from Dallas due to the intense vibration of the body wand. He pushed your legs farther apart with his knee, shifting himself behind you until his thighs were flush with the plush of your ass. He swiped his tip along your folds, gathering your slick cum against himself before stroking it down his shaft.

Your cunt twitched, clenching around nothing in anticipation as he slowly pushed himself into you, easing in each inch. The moan that came from you once he’d bottomed out was near pornographic, with pure relief and ecstasy flooding your veins before he’d even had the chance to rock his hips. You pushed back into him, the movement earning you a groan as he grabbed at your hips, stopping you from moving any further.

“Wait,” he ordered, tone strained. You’d half a mind to disregard his words, but the steady pulse of his cock inside of you rendered you obedient, mindlessly whining into the warm bedsheets as you waited for him to move. Only when your breathing settled did he pull out, slowly pushing himself back in after – repeating those movements until your hips were rutting into the vibrator beneath you.

You could feel your cunt stretching around his cock, desperately trying to accommodate his addictive size as he pushed into you, each thrust being paired with a choked-back grunt from Dallas. His fingers dug into your skin as he quickened his pace, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing throughout his bedroom. His hold on your hips grew tighter with each thrust, effectively keeping you cemented to the bed and the vibrator beneath you.

The tip of his cock pushed against your cervix, leaving you clenching around him whenever he’d pull out, your cum leaving a veneer against his shaft, steadily dripping down his body and onto the bedsheets below. The vibration of the body wand thrummed against your clit, your hands tightening their grasp on the bedsheets as you felt your orgasm building in your lower stomach. Each thrust of his hips left you breathless, the position causing him to hit impossibly deep inside of you.

He could feel you clenching around him, the sound of your moans picking up an octave, your hips involuntarily rutting back to meet his thrusts. His hands moved from your hips to the small of your back, pushing you flush with the pillow and vibrator beneath you as he slammed into you. The pace was brutal, small whines forced from your lungs as he stretched you again and again – hitting that same spot within you that sprung pleasure-fueled tears to your eyes. You were left sobbing into the bedding, hands moving behind you to grasp aimlessly at his body as you came undone around his cock.

“Fuck yes,” he grunted, not slowing his pace in the slightest as you gushed around his cock, soaking the bedsheets along with the pillow beneath you. Your eyes squeezed shut as he fucked you through your orgasm, the pleasure soon giving way to mind-numbing oversensitivity. A low laugh reverberated within his chest at your fucked-out state, his hand moved to cup your jaw as he rutted into you with a groaned, “You take me so good, so fucking good.”

All you could manage was a broken-off moan of his name at the words, cunt squeezing around him. He buried his face into your shoulder, choking back moans of his own as he pumped you full of his cum. You let your head fall forward into the bedding, heavy pants muffled by the sheets, hips lifting yourself away from the persistent vibration of the body wand below you. As if reading your mind, his arm hooked around your stomach, shutting off the body wand a second later before pushing it to the floor. He rested back down against you, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulders and along the nape of your neck, only pulling out when his cock had finally stopped twitching inside of your cunt.

“Did so good,” he whispered, hand smoothing up the curve of your back as he rested back on his knees. “So good, doll.”

You hummed, the best response you could manage in your current state. He chuckled, swatting your ass before moving from the bed. You didn’t bother watching where he went, knowing him well enough to know he’d disappeared into the bathroom. Only a moment had passed before you felt the bed dip beside you, followed by the coolness of a wet washcloth against you as he cleaned you up. Once he’d cleaned himself, he hooked an arm around your middle, pulling your back flush to his chest, his free hand moving up to wipe your damp hair from your face.

“You alright?” He asked, words so quiet you’d hardly heard him. You tilted your head back, meeting his gaze with a tired smile and nod. He returned your smile, pressing a kiss to your temple as you resituated yourself against him.

“Definitely worth it.”

A/N: I had to research 70s sex toys for this. Because if Dallas didn’t have the whole gunshot ordeal he would’ve lived to see the 70s and the rise of sexual liberation - and by golly gee were there a LOT of sex toys. Anyways, I hope you guys liked this one! I don’t write rough smut too often so I hope I did this one good. I appreciate all the love and support you guys show my work, more than you know! You can find all my work over on my AO3 under the user, “Unscriptural.” Thank you again!

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