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yanderenightmare · 4 months ago

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♡ TW: enemies to lovers, past bullying, reformed bully x victim

♡ fem reader

“No way.” You shake your head—face warped in something akin to disgust. Judging him for even asking, glaring in disbelief at him and what dangles from the clothing hanger in his hand. He couldn't be serious.

“Come on, please, for me?” he pleads, downright pleads. But there’s no way.

“No.” You say more firmly, planting both hands on your tilted hips. “I don’t get what you’re thinking, but it’s not exactly a time in our lives I want to relive.”

He pouts and sags a little where he stands, clasping his hands together in prayer, making the ill-taste outfit swing. “Oh, come on, it won’t be the same as then,” he promises with zero believability backing him. He even dares smile as he spouts the bullshit in his next words, “It’ll be like therapy. Let’s reframe your trauma together.”

You scoff. He’s unbelievable. “You’re stupid.”

He feigns feeling insulted. “I’m serious!”

“You always said I looked like trash in that—no way I’m not putting it on,” you dismiss.

But then he gets down on his knees. Hands still together as if in worship. Looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. “I was lying through my teeth back then—you know that! I’ll be honest this time around. Tell you exactly how often I had to change my pants because of you—”

“Ew, stop.” You can’t believe the spectacle he’s creating—such a drama queen—and all for getting you to put on a make-shift copy of your old high-school uniform.

“Come one, pretty, pretty, pretty please?” He shuffles forward on his knees until he’s right by your feet—bottom lip jutting out in his pout. “The prettiest please?”

You look down at him—you mouth a prim pursed line, gritting your teeth to try and steal yourself. Grimacing at the outfit sprawled on his lap. There’s no way. Absolutely no way.

“Pretty please?” he continues, making you roll your eyes with a sigh.

“Fine,” you bite out but quickly add, “But you have to wear one, too.”

You think you’re being smart. But he only grins—a wicked little twinkle in his eye.

“Way ahead of you.”

From behind the outfit meant for you, he pulls forth a black gakuran to match.

Okay, so you hadn’t really thought he would have bought one for himself—you realize now the mistake in your speculation. Of course, he’d bought one for himself. But hold on… You raise your brow, folding your arms atop your chest. “And where’s the pants?”

“They didn’t have my size, but my sweats are already a good lookalike,” he explains away. “This doesn’t really fit either, but it won’t stay on for long, so’ doesn’t matter.”

He gets up and hastily pulls his shirt off of his head, then, with just as much enthusiasm, pulls the black school jacket on. And he’s right—his black sweatpants could pass for the old Tobi trousers he used to wear. All in all, it’s a sight for sore eyes. Looking at him feels just short of seeing his old high-school self.

“Come on. You said.” He holds out the rendition of your old uniform. “Get dressed.”

You regret conceding. But it’s too late to go back on your word now. Rolling your eyes, you receive the hanger with a sigh, “Oh, fine. Just this once, you freak.”

You get dressed without making much of a show. Leaving your current comfy outfit in an unceremonious pile, you pull the tacky articles on hastily. Black pleated skirt and sailor blouse with a little red bow sash—there’s even a pair of knee-high socks to go with it. As a grown-up, it’s utterly humiliating having to wear it now.

But he doesn’t seem to share your discomfort. Only groaning, “Damn. There she is—my prettiest little junior~”

You ball your skirt in your fists. Glancing up at him only to look down again, fixing your gaze to the floor. Heat in your face. Mumbling, “This is weird—you look dumb.”

“Oh yeah?” his voice curls with newfound enjoyment. “Well, you don’t look a day older.”

He comes closer, and oh god—you don’t know why you’re so nervous. But fuck—you feel like your back in time—back in time when you were a sorry loser getting picked on, and he was… he was a—

“Perv,” you manage to say. Though, that’s not really the word you’d been thinking.

He chuckles, so close now that he also starts to play with the hem of your skirt. “That’s for damn sure.” Agreeing, he hums, “Only for you though. So’s fine.”

He bends down and finds your neck with his tongue and teeth—his hand traveling up under your skirt without further ado.

“Hey,” you protest, wringing his ill-fitting jacket in both fists, hauling him off. And even though it makes him look back at you like a kicked puppy, you don’t let it get to you as you scold him, “Thought we were reframing my trauma. At this rate, you’re just itching to make me relive it.”

He tries giving you one of his innocent smiles. “Oh?” His arms curl around your waist, pulling you close—chest to chest—simpering while leering down at you, voice in a purr, “It won’t be any fun if I can’t bully you a little bit like I used to.”

He tries leaning down to catch your lips, but you push him away. Breaking free, then scoffing, “Tch, if that’s how you’re gonna play this, then have fun beating off on your own.”

“But—” He starts, but you’re already on your way to leave the room. Hooking two fingers into the band of your skirt, he stops you and spins you back, now all mopey and sorry, “I’m sorry, don’t go, princess—how about we one-eighty it, and I tell you all the reasons I love you? Will that make you humor me?”

He’s back to pleading.

And you can’t help the small smile it gives you. Muttering, “Maybe.”

He smiles giddily, too, “I love how pouty you can be sometimes.”

Your brows furrow, “Hey!” That’s not a compliment.

But he only laughs and continues, “And I love your snippy little tsundere attitude.”

“Those are both insults, you tit—” you argue, but he doesn’t care, hugging you close, lifting you off your feet before falling with you down on the bed. Hanging over you, he admires every inch of your perfect body tucked into that cute little uniform he used to make fun of because he was scared of how silly you made him feel.

“I love how you tell me off.”

Deciding to face his fears was the best decision he’d ever made.

“I love how you look at me.”

It’s crazy to think you’re here with him still, after all these years.

“I love how you put up with me, how you make all my wishes come true—how, even though I don’t deserve you, you stay with me anyway—how you’re mine even though I’m a scumbag.”

You’re eyes soften under his speech. For all his tactlessness, he can also be really quite sweet. You raise both hands, reaching out to cup his face—beholding the softness in his eyes—that way he looks at you. It makes your chest stir.

“You’re not that bad,” you confess, pulling him down to tease his lips with yours.

Kissing you once, he accredits you, “That’s ‘cause you make me a better man.”

You smile and kiss him again, then resume your teasing, “Don't get ahead of yourself. You’re still a boy.”

He lifts and raises a brow down at you in retaliation, “Is that so?” And oh no, you recognize that look.

“Well, this boy is feeling hormonal and horny and just raring to go—” he overplays. Gasping, “And what do you know? How lucky!” He lowers himself again, then starts peppering kisses all over your face in between words, “I’ve got this perfect little high-school sweetheart lying here all up for the taking—”

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nadvs · 1 month ago

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the act of unravelling (part three)

pairing rafe cameron x pogue! female reader

rating mature 18+

summary you never expected you’d get tangled up with a kook, least of all, rafe cameron. one night, you make a life-altering decision to get revenge on someone you both despise. after you vow to keep what happened a secret, your relationship begins to twist into something more.

tags very dark! violence, homicide, drug and alcohol use, parental neglect, mental illness, s/a, trauma. no smut.

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Being in Rafe’s truck again is like being thrown back into a bad dream you can’t wake up from. You remember every detail from that night, the smell of bleach, the ache in your bones.

He parked by the edge of the country club lot, and as he settles in his seat and shuts the door, he wraps both of you in privacy behind his tinted windows.

“What is it?” you ask, your voice cutting through the tension. Rafe rakes his hand through his hair. He seems nervous, a contradiction to the smugness you’ve gotten used to.

“You were right,” he admits. “Cops aren’t even sniffing around yet and people think it was me.”

You meet his eyes, the blue hue bright and striking. The night it happened, you’d only seen him through the dark. Now, in the daylight, he almost looks innocent. But then you remember the loudness of the gun and how angry he looked when he fired it.

“What happened?” you ask.

“Last night,” he begins, “a few of us were hanging out and people were talking about how something might’ve happened to him. This guy had his name in my mouth… said some shit about how they should probably ask me.”

You nod slowly, taking his words in. You expected as much. As someone who openly hated Porter, Rafe’s likely at the top of everyone’s list of suspects.

“What’d you do?” you say.

“I swung at him.”

You exhale defeatedly, looking up at the ceiling of his car. He’s such a loose cannon that for the first time since that night, you worry that he won’t be able to keep his mouth shut.

“Damn it, Rafe,” you complain. “And you were giving me shit for being obvious?”

His temper flares like a match thrown into a pool of gasoline.

“I’m not gonna sit there and let some asshole say that shit about me,” he mutters. “This is why we need to have our story straight, alright? If you even think about ratting me out, you’ll regret it.”

You tense up. So, this is why he so desperately needed to talk to you. You can’t believe you thought you could find any comfort in him.

“You don’t need to threaten me,” you say sharply. Rafe is taken aback by the confusion on your face. You look like you’d never even considered selling him out. But maybe you’re just a great liar.

“We said we’re in this together,” you continue. “Neither of us leaves the other, no matter how messy it gets. That’s the whole point of being each other’s alibis.”

Rafe sucks his teeth. You realize just how on edge he is about this. He was so comfortable the night it happened. Almost careless. Irritated at how anxious you were. Now, it’s like he’s spiraling.

“I won’t let this ruin my life,” Rafe mumbles. He huffs an unamused chuckle, looking out of the driver’s side window. “I’m not going to jail. I’m not…”

He trails into silence. You stare at his profile. The coldness you’ve always seen in him has been shadowed by a deep paranoia.

“I’m freaked out, too,” you admit. He looks at you again. “But this is only going to work if we trust each other. We need to stick to our story so well that even we start to believe it.”

He tilts his head, looking at you with skepticism, a wrinkle between his brows.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about screwing me over, Pogue,” he says. “You could say I did it and scared you into staying quiet.”

“Are you that paranoid?” you ask. “I won’t go behind your back. I promise. Even if it’s just a cover-up, we need to act like we’re friends now.”

Rafe gives you a once-over, the hardness in his face slowly fading.

“And don’t call me that,” you say. “You know my name.”

He breathes a real chuckle this time. Despite your better judgement, your heart flutters now that you’ve earned a smile from him.

“You’ll take it to the grave?” he murmurs.

“I will. You, too?”

“Yeah,” he says. He studies you again, realizing that you don’t have a guilty conscience at all. “You really don’t regret it.”

“No,” you state. The agony of reliving what Porter did to you hurts more than any sort of remorse you feel for taking his life.

Rafe is surprised to hear you don’t wish you could take what you did back. You’re as cold-blooded as he is. You might be the only person who comes close to understanding what it’s like being controlled by anger this intense.

“I just hate how I can’t stop thinking about if we left any evidence,” you say.

“Yeah.” He settles back, adjusting in his seat with ease, the tension between you dissipating. “We were rushed.”

You nod as you chew on your lip.

“At least nobody saw us,” you say. “And if the cops check our phones, they won’t find anything.”

“Good thinking to turn them off.”

Your face creases in surprise.

“What?” he says.

“Just throws me off when you’re not an asshole.”

He scoffs, his jaw tensing. But beneath the irritation, he wishes he could undo the way he’d spoken to you when you first got in the car.

It’s like his mind is speaking a different language to him when he feels any sort of shame. He usually tries to shut it up. When he looks at you again, he decides not to.

“I didn’t mean to… threaten you,” Rafe mumbles.

“Yeah, you did,” you say with a humorless laugh. “But I’m on your side here. Don’t forget that.”

You check your phone. You have plans to hang out with the guys after work and after what you put them through a few nights ago, you’d rather not leave them hanging again.

“I should go,” you say. “My friends are waiting on me.”

“Did you tell them the truth?”

“No,” you say. “This stays between you and me only. Trust me.”

Rafe stares at you, longer than he ever has before. It’s not anger in his face. Not worry, either. It’s something new. Vulnerability.

“I don’t trust anybody,” he says.

Your lips twitch into a frown. Even though this is a man who’s relentlessly teased you for your place in the classist system he seems to worship, your heart twinges in sympathy.

“Nobody?” you ask quietly.

He looks out the window again, tense and distant. He doesn’t say anything else.

“I have your back,” you reiterate to him. “To the grave, right?”

“Yeah,” he offers, not looking at you again. You exit his car, the confusing knot in your chest only tighter now.

·········

The police start knocking on doors a day later. When they come to yours, you do your best impression of a clueless nobody who just wants to help.

The lead on the case introduces himself as Detective Brading, settling in your living room like he’s been here before. He’s so confident that it’s intimidating.

You can imagine Porter’s wealthy family is doing everything they can to find out what happened. The man staring at you is likely the best of the best.

You’ve rehearsed your story so many times that it feels natural. The two men nod along as you lie to them about how you’d fallen asleep in the bedroom, how you’d woken up to him and Rafe arguing, how you convinced Rafe to leave with you.

Your parents stand close by, arms crossed. This is the most they’ve heard you speak in a long time. They hardly ever ask you anything about your life, so it feels odd to have their attention.

“We think you two might have been the last people to see him before he went missing,” Brading tells you. “Porter didn’t say anything about going anywhere?”

“No,” you answer. “Rafe and I left pretty quickly.”

The detective looks up at your parents with raised brows, asking them to give you a moment. When they leave, he leans a little closer.

“We know he deals drugs,” he murmurs. “And we know you bought from him. We’re not interested in getting anyone in trouble for that. We just want to know what happened to Porter. Is there anything you didn’t mention about that night in front of your parents? Be honest.”

“I fell asleep because I smoked too much pot,” you say quietly, looking back through the doorway your parents left through. It’s taking everything in you not to cry as you think about why you really lost consciousness in that room. “But I only ever bought that from him. He offered other things. Like cocaine. It’s why he and Rafe argued.”

It’s what you agreed on saying, but it still feels like you’re selling Rafe out. It’d be suspicious if you didn’t tell them this version of the truth, though.

The detective nods, clearly having been told this already. Your chest twists in unease as you think about Rafe’s name in everyone’s mouth, leading the cops to him. And possibly to you.

“How close are you to Rafe?”

“We've been talking more since I started my job at the country club,” you say. “We started hanging out a little bit ago. We’re friends.”

“Do you think he would’ve done anything to Porter?” Brading asks.

You meet his eyes, swallowing hard.

“No,” you say resolutely. “I don’t.”

·········

A man is missing and possibly, at this point, presumed dead. But that doesn’t stop Kooks from wanting to party.

You’re in the passenger seat as JJ drives to the north side of the island while John B and Pope talk in the back. You’re gazing out the window, watching the landscape go from dilapidated front yards to gated communities.

You’re heading to a party that you heard about from one of Porter’s friends and the way the police questioned you earlier today is spinning in your head.

“You good?” JJ asks.

You look over at your friend, flattening your lips together. You can never tell the whole truth, but you can offer bits and pieces.

“The cops told me they think I’m the last person who saw Porter before he disappeared,” you say. You can’t bring yourself to tell them the version of the story that includes Rafe yet. They’d never believe you. They’d judge you. “It’s kind of scary to think about.”

“My money’s on that he went on a bender,” JJ says. “Sampled his own product. Maybe even too much of it.”

“You think he overdosed?” you ask.

“More like Rafe offed him,” Pope chimes in.

“Is that what people are saying?” you ask, blood cold, turning back to look at him.

“It’s what I’m saying,” he answers. “The guy’s unhinged.”

You want to defend Rafe. To say he wouldn’t go that far. But it’d be suspicious. And a complete lie.

“It’s a small island,” John B says. “It’s only a matter of time before we find out what happened.”

You hope that’s not true.

·········

You make it to the house, reminding yourself over and over that you have to live as if you believe your own lie. You want to erase that night from your memory. Erase what Porter did to you.

You chug the first drink you can get your hands on. Your friends rib you for how quickly you down it. You blame it on a rough day at work.

Soon after, you’re at the keg, not even close to buzzed yet, but desperately needing to be. Discussing Porter with the cops today, pretending like he was just a dealer you had a few short conversations with, hearing that his family is concerned for his wellbeing made your pulse spike.

Does his family know what a monster he is?

You have to correct yourself.

Was.

“Slow down,” you hear.

Rafe towers over you, his eyes on your cup.

“What?” you shout over the music and conversations surrounding you.

“You’re on your second drink already.”

You look over your shoulder to make sure your friends don’t see you talking with him.

“I don’t even feel anything,” you reply sharply.

It’s a half-truth. Your sadness and anger are weighing heavy on your soul. That vile man took away your power, but you took it back, so you hate that you’re still so rattled by what he did. You just want peace.

“And why are you keeping tabs on me?” you ask.

Rafe stares at you, his lips just slightly parted. He can lie and say he wants to make sure you’re not setting yourself up to get hammered and potentially admit to someone what you did.

But the truth is he can’t stop thinking about you. And he doesn’t like seeing that look on your face, sad and absentminded.

He knows you hate him. He wishes he could hate you back.

“I need to be sure you’re not a liability,” he lies. “And people think we’re friends now, don’t they?”

You look over your shoulder again, anxious the guys will see you. You need privacy if you’re going to continue this conversation.

“Come on,” you say, dipping your hand in his, dragging him through the crowd. His palm is warm and soft and you don’t know what you were expecting, but the way Rafe feels is the opposite of it.

You open the first door you see, stepping into a narrow closet. You shut the door and switch on a light and suddenly he’s standing right over you, all breadth and intimidation.

Your heart races from the way you’d just touched him, from the way he’s just about pressed up against you right now. Something must be short-circuiting in your brain, because the fear you used to hold for him is entirely gone.

The attraction you’ve always felt is overpowering now. You can’t make sense of your own emotions.

“I haven’t told my friends our story,” you confess.

“What?” Rafe snips, his tone low.

“I can’t handle telling them right now, okay?” you say. You cross your arms. “I just said I was with a guy. Telling them that guy was you is… They’ll be so disappointed in me.”

“Disappointed,” he repeats with a scoff.

“Rafe, think back to every encounter you’ve had with us. All you’ve ever done is insult us. I don’t even want to think about how hurt they’ll be to hear I’m friends with you.”

“Who gives a fuck?” he mutters. “We need to make sure our alibi is solid. If the cops find out your friends don’t know we–”

“I’d tell the truth,” you say. “That I was worried about what they’d think.”

“I can’t believe you.” The thought of you being concerned about someone else’s opinion is ridiculous. “Why do you care so much?”

“They’re the only family I have,” you admit. It comes out before you even realize it. You look down, sighing. “You don’t get it. You’re like… an enemy to us. They know how shitty you treat me when I’m at work. Telling them–“

“How the hell do I treat you shitty?” he interrupts.

“I know that those tips are all a degrading show of how you’re so much richer and better than me,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“It’s not like that.”

“What’s it like, then? Charity?”

Rafe’s jaw tightens, his nostrils flaring. Charity isn’t the right word. He hides behind a forced ego, but he’s always wanted you. And through excessive tips and constant teasing, at least he can talk to you without risking the chance of you rejecting him.

You have him all wrong. He doesn’t think he’s better than you. He’s afraid you’re better than him.

“I’ll tell my friends, okay?” you say when he doesn’t speak. “But I talked to the cops today and they seemed convinced. We’ll be fine.”

“They talked to me, too. I can tell they think it was me.” There’s an almost imperceptible tremble in Rafe's voice. “Everyone thinks it was me.”

“Even your friends?”

“Yeah,” he says. If he can even call them friends. Hearing you call yours family made his jealousy flare. Envy is all Rafe ever feels. Like he’s missing the one thing that deems everyone else loveable.

But he’s hanging on how you said they’re your only family. He doesn’t have a family, either. Not really. Not one that cares about him. Maybe you understand him more than he thought.

“Well…” You clear your throat. “They can believe what they want. You can trust me that I won’t ever tell anyone what really happened.”

“Why?” he finally asks. “Why not just snitch on me, Pogue?”

“Because that night, I told you to do it and you did. The world is a better place without him in it. You did me a favor.” You uncross your arms. “And I told you to stop calling me that.”

Rafe clears his throat, giving in, remembering how you’d saved his life and offering a quiet sorry before he says your name.

It’s the gentlest you’ve ever seen him. It’s a shock to your system. You search his blue eyes in the dim of the closet as if you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to make a snide joke.

But he doesn’t. He just stares at you, his breaths shallow, and you rethink everything you thought you knew about him.

He’s violent and aggressive and condescending. But you don’t see that right now. You see a man who doesn’t seem to be able to believe that someone would want to protect him. Is that who he is behind all the bravado?

The world continues to turn on the other side of the door, music blasting, bass rattling, but time has stopped between you. He’s looking at you through low lids. Like he wants you.

You shouldn’t. Shit is already complicated enough. But what’s one more tangle in the string tying you together?

Your fingers are at the collar of his button-up, pulling him towards you, lips meeting with abandon.

Rafe kisses you back immediately, hungrily leaning into you, cupping your face. His heart is racing. He doesn’t know how or why this is happening, but he wants it so bad that it hurts.

Your mouths part and finally, you taste him against your tongue. It feels so right, like you were always meant to do this and were both too stubborn to.

His hands press tighter against your jaw. Fear floods you. You’re back in that bedroom. You pull back.

“Not so hard,” you say.

“Okay,” he whispers, his grip loosening. He stays hovering over you, nose nudging yours. “Just… please…”

You nod, tilting your head to kiss him again, his hunger for you palpable. You’re with Rafe again, not in that bedroom, but here with a man you want who listens to your wishes.

Your head is swimming with bliss as he kisses you, smelling like cologne and desire, every piece of you wanting him. Then, his hands drift down over the curves of your hips, pulling you flush against him.

And it’s too much. You’re back there again. Begging for it to stop.

“No,” you snap, both hands roughly pushing his chest.

Rafe hits the shelves behind him, his head radiating in pain from how hard he smacked against the wood.

“What the fuck?” he mutters. He was just living in a dream. Why the hell are you pulling him out of it?

“No,” you repeat breathlessly. “You can’t touch me like that.”

“Okay,” he groans. “I won’t. Jesus.”

He clutches the back of his head, wincing.

“I’m sorry,” you say, your throat raw. “I didn’t mean to push you that hard.”

“Why’d you even kiss me?” he says. “Fuck.”

“I’m sorry,” you repeat. You step towards him, trying to meet his eyes. “You can’t… I need you to ask before you touch me like that.”

His lips are glossy from the kiss, his face pinched in pain. You take a risk, gently placing your hands on his cheeks.

Rafe should be angry at you. But goddamn it, your touch feels so good that he melts. His gaze is heavy on yours, both of you breathing deeply, coming down from the sudden outburst.

“I didn’t mean to,” you repeat softly. “Just don’t take me by surprise. I can’t handle it.”

Rafe searches your face, silently asking for an explanation.

You shake your head, not having it in you to answer right now. Your goal tonight was to forget. Not relive. You pull him closer, and thankfully, he lets you.

Your lips are tender after you part, having lost count of how long you’ve been kissing.

Things just got so much more complicated. But you wouldn’t take it back. Not for a second. Nothing else makes sense right now, but having Rafe the way you always secretly wanted him is the one thing that does.

“Don’t fuck me over,” he says, a note of cynicism in his tone as his forehead brushes against yours. “No matter what happens, don’t fuck me over.”

“I won’t,” you promise.

·········

The next morning, you’re walking through the club hall towards the golf course to start your shift. You still can’t get the way Rafe’s mouth felt against yours out of your mind.

He kissed you like he’s been waiting to kiss you for ages. Like he felt lucky that he got to.

You’re about to step through the glass doors leading outside, but the sound of your name makes ice go through your veins. You know that gravelly voice.

You turn to see Detective Brading, his stare intimidating.

“You have a minute to talk?” he says.

You can tell by his tone that it isn’t a question.

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writtenapoiogy · 1 month ago

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the party & the after party; satoru gojo

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

summary: You don’t know how you ended up in this predicament exactly. At one moment you were at a party looking for your roommate then you were bumping into star basketball player, Satoru Gojo. And then you were in his car heading to a basketball court to learn a lesson or two about the sport. One thing led to another and you ended up at his apartment.

word count: 5k

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, porn w lil plot, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, protected/unprotected sex (you'll see what i mean), penetrative sex, choking, you match his freak and he can't get enough of you, use of pet names: baby, pretty, and pretty girl, and probably some more i forgor

a/n: i definitely promised to have this posted DAYS AGO sorrryyy life was doing its thing but i had a lot of fun writing this and writing for satoru so definitely be expecting more from me. this is also the most i've ever written for a oneshot so enjoy HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SATORUUU (ill edit this lattteerrrr)

It had been officially forty five minutes since your friend ran off and disappeared. You didn’t know what she was up to. But you were going to go home feigning tiredness.

You went up stairs and checked every unlocked door, which were few. You tried the last door at the end of the hall and, “OH MY GOD! I’m sorry, fuck, sorry.” Your hand flung to your face, covering your eyes. You were not expecting to see Suguru Geto balls deep in your best friend on top of the bathroom sink.

You slammed the door shut and began to head towards the front door. When you turned the corner to go down the stairs, you came face to face with a mans strong chest. Your hand that was still covering your eyes, for god knows why, flew out to grab onto something so you didn’t fly completely back and hurt yourself. Long calloused fingers wrapped around yours arms, pulling you flush against his chest.

When you finally gathered yourself and look at who was in front of you, you were met with striking blue eyes and stark white hair. Satoru Gojo, star basketball player. “Shit, I’m sorry.” You uttered.

He beamed a smile at you. “It’s okay. Glad I was here to catch you. You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Have you seen, Suguru?” Satoru peeked his head down the corridor, “haven’t seen him in almost an hour.”

“Don’t open the last door at the end of the hall, unless you wanna get flashed by your best friend.” A shiver runs through your body at the memory of your friend digging her fingertips into Suguru’s buttocks.

Satoru scrunched up his face at the image. “Wait, where are you going. It’s only eleven. The night just started.” He reached for your arm as you began to head down the stairs.

“Uh, parties really aren’t my thing.”

“You run the basketball webpage right?” He was quick to change the subject in a sad attempt at keeping you here a little longer.

You felt your face heat up and your eyes went wide. That’s an anonymous site. And also not your proudest work.

“Based on your reaction, I’m going to assume I’m right.”

“How’d you know..”

“I always see you courtside with a notebook. Didn’t take long for me to put two and two together.” Satoru was very observant and had had his eyes on you since the start of the season. During your freshman year, a senior was running the webpage and after they graduated it was passed on to you. He took notice to the badge you wore during games that stated ‘special media’.

You continue to walk away from him, completely embarrassed. You knew your reports on the games weren’t the best but you didn’t care because it was anonymous. Now the star player was standing in front of you basically saying he has known this whole time.

You ran your hands down your face. “I know, I know. Not the best sports reporter. But to be fair, I’m a creative writing major. I just took this on for the extra credit.”

“It’s not that bad…”

“But still bad. Oh my god. This is so embarrassing.”

“No really you just need like a tiny basketball lesson so your reports are more engaging.” He offered.

“Yeah. I’ve been to every game this season and it still makes no sense to me.” Maybe because you were a little too focused on the star player and not enough on the game itself.

“Then you’re just in luck because I was just about to head to the court play some ball.. You’re free to join me.” He most definitely was not about to leave. He was actually looking for Suguru to play beer pong but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to hang out with just you.

“I should probably wait for my friend so she’s not worried.” Your friend and Suguru had been messing around for sometime now so you knew she was fine and you also knew that she didn’t care if you just disappeared from the party, she’d find you back home anyway.

“They probably aren’t coming out anytime soon. Just send her text. C’mon, at least I’m not forcing you to stay at this party.”

He had a good point. You would rather be anywhere else than this dumb party. Your friend told you it was sort of a birthday party— this was not what you were expecting. You would also be a fool not to agree to spend some time with Satoru. “Okay, why not.”

There was a silence in the car— not an uncomfortable silence, but still a silence non the less.

“So a creative writing major, huh?” He broke the silence.

“Yeah, I know, not the kind of major that pays the bills but I love it.”

He smiled over at you and your heart flipped as it attempted to break free from your chest.

New topics began to flow between the two of you. You learned new things about him and he learned some about you too. You learned that he didn’t mind the attention from basketball but it was also slightly the reason he doesn’t want to go further with it. He was a business major.

You pulled up to an outdoor basketball court. And that is when you realized you had left your coat. You had worn a tracksuit to the party— your coat being the only thing that really kept you warm.

“Oh fuck, I forgot my coat.” You recalled walking past the closet which held your coat hostage currently.

“It’s okay you can wear my hoodie.”

“No, no, that’s fine. I don’t want you getting cold for my sake.”

His long fingers dipped underneath the neckline and he pulled it off, swiftly. “I insist.”

You took the fabric from his hands and you were immediately engulfed with his heavenly scent. So warm and inviting. You pulled it over your head in the small space of his car, obscuring your vision— you missed the way his stare lingered on the exposed skin of your abdomen.

“Alright hotshot show me what you got.”

He smiled at you and then the two of you got out of the car. God you couldn’t get enough of his smile.

Satoru was a bit of a show off on the court, always. But especially right now with just you in attendance. He was swift and quick on his feet. Every time he made a basket he shot you a dazzling smile. “Your turn my lovely poet.” Satoru tossed the ball to you lightly.

You caught the ball. “I’m not a poet and I can’t play basketball.” You stood and met him in the middle of the court. You were never really good at sports so you stuck to your books— that’s what got you your scholarships.

“And I’m a good teacher. I do coach a youth basketball team when I’m free.”

You sigh, “What’s in it for me? I thought I was just here to observe so I could write better.”

“Well that and to get you moving around so you can warm up. You’ve gotta be freezing over there.” He pleaded with you, “Please it’ll be fun.”

His words made you realize just how cold you actually were. You reluctantly agreed to let him teach you some things. For the sake of being warm and not to get closer to the tall man standing in front of you. Right?

He first showed you how to dribble the ball and then went on to show you how to shoot. Your first attempt, the ball flew over the backboard. Your second, the ball hit the bottom part of the net— nowhere close to the rim. An third attempt, the ball flew towards the hoop with promise before it hit the edge of the rim and bounced back to the two of you.

Satoru threw his hand out and caught the ball before it could hit you. “Okaayy, lets work on your stance a little. Yeah?” He placed the ball back in your hands before he walked behind you and hovered his hands over your hips, “May I?”

You turned your head towards him when you heard the closeness of his voice. Satoru was extremely close to you. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on him. You just didn’t want to admit cause who didn’t have a crush on Satoru Gojo.

He was attractive, obviously. You weren’t blind— you just hadn’t seen him up close and personal. He was absolutely the most handsome person you had ever laid your eyes on. He could have anyone he wanted. There was no way he’d pick you.

His bright blue eyes had a sparkle to them. You felt yourself getting lost in them before your eyes trailed down to his lips. His soft pink lips. Oh, how you would love to feel them against your own.

As he said your name he couldn’t help but smile when he saw where your eyes had lingered to. He wanted to lean in. He wanted to close that gap between the two of you.

“Um, yeah. Yeah that’s fine.”

He placed his hands on your hips and your mind went completely blank. It’s as if his fingers were ablaze and you could feel the burn through the clothes against your skin.

After he helped you fix your stance he explained to you how simple it would be from there. His hands went from your hips up to your arms and you had to take a deep breath to center yourself. “Alright now just toss it.” His lips were right next to your ear. “C’mon you got this.”

You almost melted right then and there. However, you still stood strong and you threw the ball and to your surprise it actually went in.

You hollered and hopped a couple of times before turning around and wrapping your arms around Satoru. He was so warm and he smelled so good. You could really get lost in his arms. You two stood like that for a few minutes before your brain came back to you and you pulled away, clearing your throat.

He smiled down at you, “I told you you could do it.”

After he retrieved the ball he went in for a dunk and you couldn’t help but let your eyes trail down to his exposed lower stomach. Your eyes caught white hair that trailed down into his sweats.

You scoff, “Show off.”

“What you wanna try to dunk? I can go get you a step stool if you want.”

Oh he thought he was so funny. “Jackass.”

He let out a boisterous laugh. “Hey, c’mon, I was just messing around. Why don’t you try to take the ball from me. I’ll go easy on you.”

He explained to you that this was to make sure that the person you’re guarding cannot pass the ball to their teammate or shoot the ball and score a point.

Every time your hand got close to the ball it was immediately out of your reach yet again. “Satoru, you said you’d go easy on me.” You frowned.

“This is me going easy.”

Oh.

You continue to try and take the ball from him this time he goes for a score and shoots the ball, causing you to trip on your feet and ram face first into his chest. You both come crashing down to the ground. Just before crushing you underneath him, he caught himself with one of his forearms on the ground and his other hand right next to your head— caging you beneath him.

His breath was hitting your face and you could smell the faint sent of alcohol. “Did you drink tonight? C-cause you drove.”

“I just had one beer. And you got here safe didn’t you?”

“Yeah…” You let out a barely there whisper. You took in all of his features. His fluffy eyelashes. You fingers twitched to touch his cheek.

You hadn’t realized how deeply you were staring at his lips till your eyes moved to meet his and he was unashamedly staring at your slightly agape mouth.

Then in the distance a car alarm went off and the two of you scrambled away from each other. Breaking the tension in the air.

Satoru quicky busied himself with the basketball and began moving around the court again. Your eyes were glued to him, much like when you attended one of his games. There were just a few things you were noticing. Things you tried so hard to ignore before.

You noticed how his hand easily gripped the ball. His hands were large. And then when he spun the ball on his finger you thought you were done for. Your mind having inappropriate thoughts about the white haired man in front of you.

What his long fingers would feel like wrapped around your neck…. Or how they would feel inside of you..

“Hellloo? Earth to Y/N.” Satoru was now standing directly in front of you. He laughed at the shock on your face. “I thought I lost you for a second there.”

“Sorry. Uh, what time is it. It feels like its getting late.”

He looked down at his arm to check the time on his watch. “It’s just a little past midnight.”

“I should probably go home.”

“Why?”

“I-,” You started.

“Cause it’s Saturday night so I know you don’t have class.” Satoru really didn’t want you to leave. He was enjoying being around you and he didn’t want the night to end. “Please. Stay. Have some fun with me.”

You laugh. “It’s freezing.”

“I didn’t say we had to stay at the court.” Fuck it. He was gonna figure out how to spend the rest of the night with you. “Would you wanna go back to my place?”

“And do what?” Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of being alone with him at his apartment.

“Whatever you want.” And he did truly mean whatever you wanted. Because he wanted you and he would be through the roof if you wanted him too.

He had this look in his eye and how could you refuse him. “Okay.”

You made your way back to Satoru’s car and you felt his hand cover yours on the door handle, “Let me.”

You turned to look at him and yet again he was extremely close to you. You were starting to think this man didn’t understand the definition of personal space but you didn’t mind it. Not when it was him.

But now you thought of this closeness as dangerous. You had been stopping yourself from kissing his soft and tempting lips all night. You knew if he got close to you again you wouldn’t be able to hold back.

You took in your surroundings and he had you caged in against his car. “Satoru?”

“Yea..”

Fuck it.

You brought your hands up to his head and tangled your fingers in his pillow soft hair and brought him down to close the gap between you two. You moaned against his lips and felt your body mold against his. He tasted so sweet and all you wanted to do was indulge in him.

Satoru wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you completely against him. All he could think was yes yes yeswhen you kissed him. He parted his lips and nipped at your bottom lip.

Your fingers tugged his locks when you felt his teeth against your lip. He moaned into your mouth and your brain turned to mush. You felt a familiar knot begin to form in your gut.

His hands that were wrapped around you went down to your ass and he ground you against his hips— making you feel how hard he was.

Satoru reluctantly pulled away from you because he knew that if the two of you stayed where you were he might’ve taken you right there against his car.

“Fuck, get in. Now. Please.” He said, desperately.

You placed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth and nodded as you got in the car when he opened the door.

When he got in the car he immediately pulled out his cell and sent a text to Suguru telling him not to come back to the apartment tonight because he had company.

On the short drive to his place his hand stayed on your upper thigh. He drew enticing circles along your inner thigh which had you spreading your legs for him. You wished you had opted for a skirt tonight and not a sweatsuit.

He was on you as soon as you guys walked in. He was standing behind you with his arms running up your abdomen underneath your layers of clothing. He walked you towards his bedroom with his mouth attached to your neck.

“Satoru..” You whined at the sensation of his touch. He was driving you insane in the best way possible.

Satoru hummed, “I love the way you say my name.” He stripped you of his hoodie that you still had on. He started to undress you slowly. When he pushed your pants down, he made sure to kiss your legs all the way down till the fabric pooled at your feet. Soon you were standing in nothing but your matching lace set. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

You felt yourself getting shy underneath his gaze. You needed to level the playing field. You balled your hand in his shirt and pulled him closer to you. You turned the two of you so that his back was to the bed.

You started to push his shirt up his chest and he made quick work of removing the item of clothing. You let yourself take in his sculptured body. He looked like a greek statue. Carved straight from marble.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Your eyes shot up from his v-line and right to his lust filled eyes. “Shut up.” You shoved him onto the bed but he was quicker than you thought. Satoru had pulled you on top of him as he fell back. For nearly the third time this night.

He chuckled into the space between you two, “We have to stop meeting like this.” He smirked at you before he flipped the both of you over so that he was looming over you. He captured your lips in his again. It was searing compared to the last one. His wet warm tongue slipped into your mouth and you welcomed him with a moan.

With you in his bed and him on top of you, his smell was all around you. It made you wanna melt into his sheets and never leave. It was undoubtedly intoxicating. You brought your hands to his beautiful soft hair again and pulled him harder against you.

His hands were all over you. He moved his head down and laid kisses to your jaw then trailed down to your neck— his fingers occupied with unhooking your bra. When he freed your breasts he immediately brought his mouth down to one of the hardened buds.

Your back arched at the sensation. “Oh, fuck.”

Satoru lapped at your sensitive nub while his unoccupied hand tweaked the other. You felt your underwear dampen when his teeth scrapped against you. He let off of it with a pop and then dragged his tongue down you. He stopped at the top of your panties and nipped at the skin there.

It crossed your mind what he was about to do. “Oh. Satoru, you don’t have to.” Being eaten out wasn’t really one of your favorite things in bed.

He frowned, “You don’t want me to.” Satoru desperately wanted to taste you. He wanted to leave you trembling and gushing on his tongue.

“It just doesn’t really… do much for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never really, erm, finished from it…” You fiddled with your fingers, purposely not looking him in his bright blue eyes.

“Oh, baby, that’s a shame but I gotta make sure you’re ready. I’m about to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”

Your heart swelled at the pet name before you audibly gulped. He smirked devilishly up at you before he wrapped his hands around your calves and pulled you down to the edge of his bed.

Satoru got on his knees in front of his bed, where your legs now dangled. He slowly pulled your panties down your legs and he let out a low groan when a string of wetness connected you to the fabric. “You’re so wet for me, hmm. I can’t wait to taste you.” He said in a pleased hum.

He pressed a soft kiss to your clit. You felt that knot tighten just a tad but enough for you to know that you had never had this done to you properly. He moved his head away from your wet heat and placed kisses on your inner thighs. Satorugripped under your knees and pushed your legs up.

He saw your hands gripping his sheets in anticipation. “Put your hands in my hair. Pull as much as you want, I like it.”

Oh?

You pushed his hair off of his forehead and ran your fingers through the strands before tugging lightly to test the waters. You were pleased to hear a low whine leave his lips.

He licked from your entrance up to your clit before he started to lap at your clit like he was making out with it. You lost your mind. You couldn’t control the noises that left your lips.

“Ah..” You jutted you hips up against his face, involuntarily.

Satoru closed his mouth on your clit and started to suck just as he sunk his long middle finger inside of you. He began to pump into you at a slow pace.

“Shit.” You panted and tightened your grip in his hair making him moan against your sensitive nub. The pleasures he was giving you was a thousand times better than what you did by yourself. He was reaching places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. Places your fingers could never dream of reaching.

He stopped suckling your clit and laid his tongue flat when you started to grind down on his finger. You were getting close to coming so so close. He added another digit to the finger that was already inside of you.

Your back arched off the bed and you pulled his hair harder than you had all night when those two fingers curved and hit the sweet soft spot deep inside of you. You were left babbling and mumbling. All he could hear was his name and a bunch of pleas and curses.

Satoru wrapped his lips around your swollen nub again as he continued to assault your g-spot. Your orgasm hit you in a flash of blacks and reds. A loud moan left your lips and your hands went lax in his hair.

He removed his mouth from you and let out a deep chuckle. His fingers continued to pump in you, letting you ride out your high. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He looked down as he removed his fingers from you, your juices glistening his chin and his fingers. He brought his fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off, “and just as sweet as I thought.”

Your mind was completely blank from your earth shattering orgasm. You just stared at him dopey.

“Are you sure you wanna do this? We can stop now.” Satoru asked when he came up to your face after you came down from your orgasm. And you truly couldn’t believe he would ask you a question like that mere inches away from your face with your juices dripping down his chin.

You aggressively nodded your head. You needed him. More than anything.

“C’mon use your words, pretty.” He hummed and it sent you reeling. His voice sounded so sultry and melodic. “Haven’t even got to fuck you dumb yet.”

“Yes, please. M’sure. I need you.”

“Yeah? I need you too.” He moved away from you and you immediately sat up to see where he was going. You saw him going to his nightstand and grab a condom. That’s when you remember what he said before he ate you out.

I gotta make sure you’re ready.

And that’s when your eyes fell down to the huge bulge in his sweats.

Satoru watched your eyes widen when he pulled his sweats and boxers off in one go. “It’s okay, you can take it. I got you.” He met you back at the edge of the bed. He didn’t even bother climbing in the bed with you. He was gonna fuck you off the edge of his bed. “I’ll go easy on you”

You bit your lip and watched him put the condom on and then line his thick tip with your sopping wet hole. As he began to sink into you inch by hefty inch. He made you feel so entirely full and he wasn’t even all the way in yet. You spread your legs wider for him. You wanted every inch of him inside of you.

“Heh-, See I told you you could take it.” His words sounded eerily similar to his ones earlier when you made a basket. He pushed all the way in, buried to the hilt. “Shit. You’re so tight.”

Satoru almost pulled all the way back out which had you reaching your hands for him. You were feeling emptier by the second with every inch that he pulled away from you. You were feeling needy and you didn’t even care how embarrassing it may have looked.

He slammed his hips back in, all the way in, he left you gasping for air. He started to find his pace and began to fuck you so good. He had his headboard hitting the wall repeatedly with his thrusts.

“You feel so good. Fuck.” He had his hands on your waist—his grip tight—as he continued to plow into your wet cunt. His eyes traced all over your pleasure blown face. Half lidded eyes staring up at him as you tried to maintain eye contact. Your mouth agape in a small ‘o’.

“You’re so big.” The sounds that left your mouth were almost inhumane. You wanted him closer. You needed him closer. You needed him raw. Every time you felt your climax building you just thought of how you’d be coming on a piece of latex and not his pretty dick.

“Can you take it off.” You whined. “Please. I wanna feel you, ‘toru.”

“W-what?” He grunted in response, you having caught him off guard. “Take what off, baby?” He didn’t stop his thrusts and brought his hands up to your breasts to tweak your nipples.

“T-the condom. Please take it off.” You mewled when the head of his cock came into contact with you cervix. You whined when he stalled at your words. He rolled his hips, his dick pressing deliciously against your cervix.

Who was he to deny you? Fuck, who was he to deny himself. “Fuck. Yes.” Satoru slowly pulled out of you. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and slowly pulled the condom off, wincing at the tightness. He tossed the condom into a little trashcan before he lined himself back up with your entrance.

You, getting impatient, wrapped your ankles around his ass and pulled him forward. His cock slid into you with ease. Satoru let out a deep moan when he slipped in bare. You feel so much better to him this way. Nothing dulling the feeling of your wet pussy to him. He was making more noise than he had been all night.

The noises leaving Satoru’s lips made your walls flutter around him. You were so close. You just were missing something. He brought his hand up to your throat and before he wrapped it around your neck he asked, “Is this okay.” You nodded fervently, answering his question.

You were gonna be the end of him, he thought. You were so fucking perfect. The way your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he closed his long fingers around your throat. “That feel good, pretty girl?”

You hummed in response. Your hands reached up and grabbed his arm. You let out a pathetic whimper when he tightened his grip. You felt that knot in your stomach getting ready to snap

“I said you’d forget your name not mine, baby. Say it.” He said as he hiked one of your legs up with his free hand so that he was hitting your g-spot. And he didn’t let up once he found it.

“Oh fuck.. Satoru!” You sobbed out— your words sounded harsh from the pressure on your throat. All you hear were the wet squelching sounds of him fucking into you raw. “Fuck, fuck. Baby, baby… M’gonna come.”

“Yeah?” He let out a low moan. “You want me to pull out?” He felt his balls tighten when your soaked walls clenched around him, pulling him in deeper.

“N-no.” That was definitely the complete opposite of what you wanted. You wanted him to come inside of you and not waste a drop.

“No?”

You shook your head. “Mmm. I want it inside. Please, s’toru, please. I need it.” You fucked him back as best as you could. “Come with me. I want.”

Satoru let go of your throat and leaned forward, hitting that spot even deeper.“Fuck, yeah. I got you, baby.” He continued to roll his hips into yours. You were a moaning and whimpering mess below him. His next three thrusts were hard and rough and just enough to make the both of you come with a loud shout from him and a moan from you.

The two of you were laying there panting with your mouths over the others.

“Fuck.” You finally broke the silence. “That was good.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “Happy birthday to me huh?”

“What?! It’s your birthday?”

“Well, whose party did you think that was?”

You roll your eyes, “Happy birthday, Satoru.” He smiled down at you and placed a soft kiss to your lips. You finally came to your senses and realized he was still in you… and he was still very hard.

This was gonna be a long night.

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lwyikas · 3 months ago

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francis forever ft miya atsumu

w:angst but with little sprinkle of pure love, death

"I don't think I could stand to be where you don't see me"

“Did she cry after i left?”

"Yes but she fall asleep after playing with her toys ”

“I wont be late mom,is there anything you want me to get?”

“No honey, just drive carefully”

After muttering something similar to “i will”, he put the phone in his pocket.He would love to bring your daughter to anniversary you two, but he couldn’t afford to risk her getting sick. Although he was dressed thickly, he was quite cold, he didn’t have enough gasoline to turn on heater. He forgot to stop by petrol. He was sentenced to sit in the cold because he was confused. His head was always messy anyway. He blows hot air into his hands and rubs it, took bouquet of roses from next seat and got out of the car.

Here we go again

and autumn comes when you're not yet done with the summer passing by

The cold breeze of October, which he hated while walking with slow steps, made him startle. Unlike you, he hates autumn, anymore. Rain, wind are shitty mud everywhere, according to him, there is no side to make any beautification of them but he likes days when weather matches his mood. Partly, if the weather was sunny on a shitty day, his nerves would be more.

When he reached you he stops. Sighing, he left bouquet on dried soil. Sits on cold marble, he put his hands on his chin and brokes silence after short wait.

“I’m here, dear”

silence, all he hears is hum of the wind

“I’m sorry, there weren’t any white roses you loved, so i bought red ones”

silence

I end up on a tree-lined place I look up at the gaps of sunlight

He squeezes his jaw and turns his gaze to sky, he hates coming here to death, but except for his daughter, the last thing left of you is the tombstone. When he came to his grandfather’s grave when he was little, he would see people talking to the graves and wonder,is these people think how they looks from outside?

With his growth and maturation, he find out that this thought didn't mean a fuck. He had a painful process to found out but still did.

Stop it Atsumu, you’re not here to cry.

In a hurry takes out a paper from his jacket ”our daughter really loves draw, i can’t say she is very talented, but i thought you would still want”he put paper, which is small hand shapes and stick mens, under bouquet so it wouldn’t fly from wind.

“I’m sorry you heard this but she more and more looks like me every day, you lost bet” another pause “But i will never get that 10 dollar from you”

He passes his hand through blonde hair. It’s been two years, but pain still same like first day, it never goes away. He was never ready for this. You gave him many signals in last moments in your illness but he is stubborn man.

“I don’t freak out when we lose a match anymore” because now he knows that there so much things that will upset human more than losing a match. Not being able to witness your daughter’s first day at school, only he was there when he took her to park, chair you used to sit on was always empty while teaching her numbers at tkitchen table are a few of them.

“I just focus on the mistakes i made in match and i try not to make them in the next match” but he won’t have a chance to try not to make mistakes he made against you again.

no, today is your two’s wedding anniversary, 6 days later it’s your death anniversary,no negativity,even if his wife passed, he is still a married man who in love with her deeply.That wedding ring never comes out of his finger.

he miss you more than anything

It’s getting dark, before going home, he has to buy chocolates he promised to his daughter. Although he couldn’t keep all the promises he made to you,he must keep promises he made to her.

“See you gorgeous, don’t leave until i come next week” he doesn’t even find this funny.he leaving a kiss on tombstone, he gets in way towards his car. After getting into car, he leans his head against steering wheel and takes a deep breaths to recover.

When he comes home after stopping by convenience store,he don't ring bell just in case.His mother opens door,he gets inside.Leaving bag in his hand in the kitchen,he goes up stairs and watches from doorframe to his daughter sleep.

He’s liar asshole, this girl was definitely your copy.He slowly sits on the edge of her bed and gently strokes her hair so she doesn’t wake up.

When his vision starts to blur, his chest trembles and difficult to breathe, he cannot suppress his tears more.

i'm crying with him too

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f1nalboys · 7 months ago

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Reunion - Frank (Adam Barrett)

Frank x Fem!AFAB!Reader

hiiiii guys >:)) i promise ill get to requests soon!!!!! i just was mentally being attacked by this freak and Needed to write something super quick for him!!!! lmk if anything is ooc for him, i did my darndest writing for him!!!! i hope u all enjoy and lmk if youre interested in me writing more for him!!!! ALSO!! i know his real name is adam but to make it easier for myself i just called him frank in the fic, lmk if u guys prefer that or using his actual name 😝 <3

WORD COUNT: 3190

WARNINGS: nsfw, vampire!frank, human!reader, oral (afab + amab recieving,) choking (to the point of nearly passing out), biting, slight blood play, slightest bit of scent play??, degradation and praise, handcuffs, restraints, face fucking, multiple orgasms (afab,) creampie, this was meant to be short and then i was attacked...., pain play, mating press, implication of more sex, brief mentions/threats of being fucked until you pass out but you are fully concious the entire time, proofread but u guys know me by now

Frank tilts his head, tongue gliding across razor sharp teeth, a sinister grin gracing his normally soft features. You watch him from your spot on the bed, handcuffs tight around both your wrists and the bedframe. Tugging at the restraints, you wince as the cool metal digs into your warm flesh, squirming when you feel Frank's gaze finally land on you.

“Keep struggling and you’re gonna make yourself bleed.” Frank grins, the bed shifting with his weight as he sits down beside you. He’s still fully clothed, a far cry from your bare skin still covered in healed-over bite marks and a layer of sweat. He leans in, hand trailing up your stomach lightly, too lightly to feel good, his nose brushing against your wrist. Frank breathes in deeply and you watch as his eyes roll into the back of his head. “Fuck. Y’know what? Keep doing it. I want you to bleed.”

You whine, shaking your head. “Frank, c’mon, please!”

“C’mon, please,” Frank mimics, fake pouting. You stay silent. When he was like this, all sharp teeth and sharp tongue, it was better to take whatever he was going to give you. A fight wouldn’t stop that. His hand trails up your chest, fingers calloused and rough, before landing on the base of your throat. His grip is loose, for now. “You always been this damn whiney or did this vampire shit give me better hearing?”

You swallow heavily. “I’m sorry.” You squeak and he grins, shaking his head. His hand grips your throat a bit tighter, feeling your pulse pumping heavily under his fingers. You watch his face as his eyes close. His breathing, which you learned he had to pretend to do after getting turned, matches your own. He stays like this a while, feeling your heart beat and the air fill and leave your lungs, feeling the humanity and life pump through your body on instinct.

Frank didn’t miss many things about being human. He was stronger, faster, more agile, smarter, more ruthless, and so fucking powerful it could make your head spin. The things he didn't have anymore he could, for the most part, recreate it well enough. Breathing was now a conscious decision, one he only did when around other people. The sunlight thing didn’t bother him, only resulted in him moving to a city where the nightlife was more important than the daytime. The bloodlust was easy to satiate with his job.

The one thing that he couldn't ignore or replicate, however, was a heartbeat.

His chest felt empty, a dead thing lying there doing nothing but rotting away, maggots and fungi eating away at the carcass that was his humanity. On occasion, he’d find himself laying down, eyes closed, hand over his heart, imagining the thump of it, vibrating his chest, telling him and anyone who touched him that he was something, that he was alive. Your heartbeat was the closest thing to his own he could get to anymore. Frank loved to hear it quicken, skip a beat, change in its normal soothing rhythm, all due to him. Him and his hands, his tongue, his teeth, his words.

Him.

Frank’s eyes open again, blue eyes dark, and he sighs, letting go of your throat. “Spread your legs.” His voice leaves no room for argument and you listen, your face growing hot from embarrassment at the wolf whistle he lets out. “So fuckin’ sexy, you know that? S’why I keep comin’ back.” He murmurs, leaning over and kissing you roughly.

It’s too much, but everything Frank did was too much; he sprayed cologne until you felt like you were suffocating, he kissed you until your lips were bruised, he went down on you until you couldn't remember your name, he killed until he was covered in blood, he betrayed anyone and everyone who was dumb enough to trust him. Everyone but you. The only person he had stayed (mostly) gentle with, loyal too, was you.

Sure, he wouldn’t ever call himself your boyfriend, but he’d kill any guy you talked to and leave their decapitated head on your doorstep, fucking you into your mattress till you couldn't walk, and tell you that you were his. For now, that was enough.

Frank kisses down your neck, sharp teeth nicking at the thin flesh, a low moan being pulled from your lips. He loved the noises you made, could get drunk off them, could pull them from you for hours, and he has. “I need you,” you whimper as his mouth latches onto your nipple, his warm tongue flicking over the hardening nub. He hums around it but doesn’t stop. You can feel him relax over top of you, his free hand squeezing at your other tit, the days stress melting away. “Please?”

“I’m takin’ my time.” Frank says, narrowed eyes flicking up to meet your own, but he lets go of your nipple, sliding down the length of the bed. “Bet you’re fuckin’ soaked though, aren’t you? That’s why you’re begging me.” You can’t deny it even if you wanted to because his hand is cupping your cunt, thick finger prodding at your slick opening to see, and you’re moaning so loud you know your throat is going to be sore tomorrow. “Fuck, you are. Guess it has been a bit, hasn’t it? Missed me or something, sweetheart?”

“Missed your cock.”

“Just my cock?” He asks, rubbing your wetness on your clit, a shiver going down your spine. “Not my fingers? The ones on your sloppy fuckin’ pussy right now, you didn’t miss them?” He asks, a smug fucking grin on his face, his fingers moving expertly against you. “Not my mouth? Bet your pussy misses my mouth. Shit, last time we fucked you didn’t seem very happy when I stopped tongue fucking you, so what changed, huh?”

His voice is sharp, working himself up the more he talks, his eyes focused on yours. He loves the microexpressions you make when you’re trying to hold back; the furrow of your eyebrows, the twitch of your lips, the flare of your nostrils. It's so incredibly human, so incredibly sexy, he wants nothing more than to bite into your neck and drain you, keep you inside him forever. But, he can’t. He’d miss you. Instead, he slips two fingers inside your hole, the stretch making you gasp, eyes widening, heartbeat picking up. “O-okay, okay…missed you.”

“Yeah, you fuckin’ did.” He says, sliding down the rest of the bed, strong hands on your thighs, tongue swiping across your clit. Your legs try to close, your back arching off the soft mattress, the clang of the handcuffs bringing a smile to his face. Frank moans against your cunt, his fingers massaging your thighs as he enjoys himself.

You want to touch him, to run your fingers through his hair and tug, bringing him closer, but these damn handcuffs keep digging into your wrists and it hurts and his fingers won’t stop pumping and scissoring inside your cunt and his lips are wrapping around your clit and he’s sucking and suddenly you can’t think of anything as you cum. Your legs shake and your eyes roll into the back of your head and all Frank can do is laugh against you as he draws it out.

“S-stop, hang on,” you stutter after what felt like hours, your body going limp. Frank listens for once, moving his face off of your cunt but he leaves his fingers inside you, curling them just to pull a whine from your throat. You watch as he runs his tongue over his teeth and lips, tasting you, cracking his neck to stop himself from bending you in half and shoving his cock inside you. It’s been a while, almost two weeks, and he wants to savor this. Or, he wants to try. Self control has never been his strong suit. “Can you take the handcuffs off?”

“They hurt?”

“A little.”

“Not yet.” Frank crawls over top of you, pressing his lips to yours. He’s gentle now, but you know he’s holding back. Despite how rough he gets with you, he’s always holding back from the primal urge to rip you to shreds. When he pulls away, he moves forwards even more, his knees just under your armpits. You stare up at him and he knows you’re nervous. His smile is gone, his eyes dark as he works on undoing his belt. “I’ll take ‘em off you real soon baby. I just need you to earn it first.”

You swallow heavily, your heartbeat spiking as you watch him take his belt off. He tosses it to the side, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down to his thighs. His pants rub against your bare chest, scratching you, but you can’t be bothered to care, not with the way your mouth was filling with saliva at the sight of his bulge. Frank laughs as you try to sit back onto your elbows, an annoyed whine stuck in your throat, and he pulls his underwear down, sighing as his cock springs free.

His cock is hard and he strokes it slowly, just out of reach. “Fuckin’ look at you… you ain’t embarrassed acting like this?” He asks, clenching his jaw to keep from moaning at the sight of you. You didn’t know it, or, at least, he hoped you didn’t, but he was addicted to every fucking thing you did. Your voice, your facial expressions, your movements, your back talk, your anger, your sadness; he was obsessed with it all. It was all for him, even when you were alone.

Smiling slightly, you shake your head no. “Were you embarrassed eating me out?” You counter and he smirks, rolling his eyes slightly before leaning his hips forward, the tip of his cock brushing against your lips. Your mouth opens, your eyes laser focused on his dick. Frank teases you, rubbing his cock across your wet tongue.

“Mmm, fuck, I wasn’t,” he answers, tilting his head as he watches you strain your head forwards in an attempt to take him into your mouth. “But I wasn’t doing that.” You roll your eyes and look up at him, doing your best to look doe-eyed. His eyes narrow; he knew what you were doing, and he knew it would work. “So slutty, aren’t you, sweetheart? All for my cock.” As he talks, his voice low, he uses his hand to press his cock against your cheek, thrusting shallowly. His precum smears across your cheeks and you moan softly, your tongue rolling out of your mouth to slide against his shaft as he does so.

Finally, Frank pushes his cock down your throat. He does so slowly, hissing as he savors the heat of your mouth as your lips wrap around him. Your eyes close and you hum, enjoying the weight of his cock on your tongue. His cock was perfect for you; long, thick, and curved upwards, it always filled you to the brim, hitting that spot inside you to make your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

“There you go, Y/N,” he grunts, his hips flexing. The rhythm he sets is slow and deep, making you gag each time and giving you enough time to recover before he repeats it. “Fuck, your mouth is so good, you know that? Just wanna, fuck,” his hand comes to rest on the headboard behind you, leaning over your head, plunging his cock deeper into your mouth. You hear the metal headboard creak and you know the grip he has on it is nearly enough to break it. “Just wanna fucking shove it down your throat till you pass out.”

You gurgle around his cock, heart jumping at the thought, and he grins. “You want that, slut? Huh? Missed me so fuckin’ bad you want me to fuck your tight little throat? Make you take it even after you’re fuckin’ knocked out, using you like my own little fuck toy, my little puppet to do whatever I want with?” His thrusts get harder, deeper, and now you really are finding it hard to breathe, but you don’t want him to stop. Not yet. You have no way to stop him even if you did, and the realization is almost enough to send you into a panic. But you know Frank. He knew your body better than you did, knew what you could handle and what you couldn’t, knew what would make you cry in pain or pleasure; you were safe with him, even if he was bruising your throat.

The edge of your vision begins to blur, the lack of oxygen making your head spin, and right when you swear you’re about to pass out, your tugging at the handcuffs finally stopping, he pulls out. You suck in a harsh breath, sputtering and coughing, not registering as Frank gets off the bed and kicks his pants the rest of the way off. It’s only when you feel his hands pressing your knees to your chest that you realize what he’s about to do. “Wait!”

“What?” He grumbles, swiping his cock through your folds, focused on the way you coat the tip. “Don’t tell me you don’t wanna fuck… that’ll be cruel...” You respond by tugging at the handcuffs again, clanging them against the bed frame, and he nods, tsking, a grin on his face. “Ah, right, right. Forgot about that. My bad, baby.”

He grabs the key from his pants pocket, wetting his bottom lip as he unlocks them, tossing the handcuffs and keys to the side. Your wrists are raw, a few droplets of blood bubbling up along the skin. “You made me bleed.” You say softly, no venom in your voice. He grabs your hand gently, bringing it to his mouth before he licks the cut. It tickles.

“Fuck, your blood…” Frank says, giving you a look you can’t quite place before he’s back at the task at hand. Your knees are pushed to your chest, your hands positioned to hold them back as far as you could, and before you know it his cock is bullying its way into your hole. “So fucking tight.” He grunts as he sets a brutal pace, each noise of pain you make only fueling him onward.

He doesn’t ever want to hurt you, but it’s hard not to when you sound and feel and taste so fucking good when he does.

“My cock too much?” He leans over your body as he fucks you, using his weight to keep your legs trapped above his shoulders. Frank's face hovers above yours, his eyes locked onto every twist of your face. “Too fuckin’ big, too fuckin’ thick, it hurts, Frank.” He mocks, emphasizing each word with a sharp thrust. Your arms, now free from the restraints, wrap around his shoulders tightly. “Too fuckin; much but you don’t want me to stop, fuck, ain’t that right?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck, don’t stop, please!” You cry out, the pain of being stretched out finally beginning to melt away into toe curling pleasure. The fire in your stomach is burning white hot, his stomach bumping against your clit with each thrust, his grunts replacing your own thoughts. Every word he said, every name he called you, it all blended together perfectly.

He begins to kiss at your neck, sucking marks onto your flesh only to soothe them with his tongue. “Missed you too, y’know?” He whispers against you. “Missed this fuckin’ pussy, the way you get so god damn tight. Couldn’t, shit, couldn’t even play with my cock ‘cause it didn’t feel as good as when you do it.” He laughs at this, shaking his head at himself for admitting it. He missed the other stuff too, like your smile and your laugh and the way you smelled when you were curled up in his bed asleep. He’d never tell you that, though.

Franks thrusts grow sloppy, his patience finally snapping. “You better fuckin’ cum on my dick, Y/N.” He grunts, lifting his head for a brief moment to look you in the eyes. When he sees them squeezed shut he growls, one hand wrapping tight around your throat. “Fuckin’ look at me.” Your eyes pop open, your gasp of shock stuck in your throat. “Your greedy little cunts gonna milk me dry, you understand, bitch?”

“F-fuck,” you gurgle, your hand grabbing onto his as he tightens his grip again. You do your best to nod, feeling spit collect at the corner of your mouth, your heart beating so quick you think it’s going to burst. You can’t breath but he’s fucking you so well you don’t give a shit; you just hope if you pass out he’ll hold off on cumming inside you until you were awake again so you can feel it.

“There you go, baby, fuck, cum for me.” Frank grunts, feeling your orgasm just before you do. His hand lets go of your throat as you cum, shoving your head to the side to sink his teeth into your flesh. Somehow, someway, he’s able to hold off for a few moments longer, savoring the feeling of your cunt spasming around him before he cums, the sweet taste of your blood pooling into his mouth tipping him over the edge. He doesn’t let go, groaning into your shoulder as he spills inside you.

Your gasps come out shaky as he feeds. He swallows a few times before finally letting go, your blood covering his mouth. He kisses you roughly, his hips flexing, making sure your cunt gets every drop. “Gross,” you tease when he pulls away, your tongue swiping over the blood he had left behind on your tongue. Your face screws up at the metallic taste but Franks changes to be softer. He runs a finger down the side of your cheek, taking the sight of you in. “What?” You murmur, feeling your face grow hot.

“I did miss you. For real.” He admits, corner of his lip twitching upwards at both the look of shock that crosses your face and the way your heart skips. He never admitted that to you before; it was always about how much he missed your cunt or your mouth or your hands, how he missed fucking you and making you his, and you always accepted that this was the way it would be. Sure, you dreamed about this moment time and time again, but you never actually thought it would happen. “Being away, you know, made me think some things through.”

“What kind of things?”

“Well…” He tilts his head slightly, surveying your face. “I’m thinking maybe it’s time you joined me.” His hips flex again, pushing his cum deeper inside you, and you gasp, back arching off the bed slightly. Frank moves your legs down off his shoulders and you wrap them around his waist. “Hm? How’s that sound, sweetheart?” Frank purrs, kissing you gently, his cock plunging in and out of you slowly. He pulls back, lips hovering just above yours, a smirk on his face. “You want me to turn you?

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absolutelyzoned · 11 months ago

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crimsonxcloverr · 2 months ago

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this is long and i apologize, but i don’t think you guys will mind though. enjoy you little freaks <3

ignore any grammar mistakes! if you don’t ill send you a doll for your bday punk. also don’t like? don’t read. simple. muah xoxo.

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nsfw (not in order); pegging, p in v, rim job, mommy kink, degrading, slapping, hair pulling, handcuffing, oral (m! receiving + f! receiving), gagging/drool, tightlacing, edging, spanking, orgasm denial, praising, satanism, humiliation kink, exhibitionism (ruth harker), four hands hand job (ruth x reader) belt whipping, aftercare.

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sub!dale kobble x femdom!reader

LITTLE DEVIL.

“are you gonna be a good boy like you promised?” you whisper while tight-lacing dale into his corset. you yourself were already tight-laced in latex corset, a tiny latex skirt and boots to match. “you’ve been such a dirty, dirty boy, haven’t you, mr kobble? Him and i aren’t very happy with you.”

“y-yes mommy,” he whimpers pathetically while you pull his laces tighter and tighter. he bends over the worktable a little more, nearly cumming in his latex underwear. “mmfp,” he grunts softly, your knee in his back while you pull. “pull tighter…”

you do as he says, wrapping the laces around your hands and few times and pulling hard. “He told me how bad you’ve been. tsk tsk, watching me sleep and jerking off without permission… what do you think we should do about that?” you ask, the corset creaking and straining against his body. dale’s mouth opens to say something, but he closes it and scrunches his face as you pull more, his waist cinching down further. “you need punished,” you whisper, dale’s hard cock straining against the underwear from the squeezing and dirty talk.

“oooohhh, yes,” he whines while digging his fingers into the table, the corset digging into him and the laces biting at his skin. he gasps softly, unable to draw in a full breath.

at some point ruth comes down to help you squeeze dale down a few more inches, which was a challenge within itself. the two of you coaxing and praising him as he was protesting. but you eventually tie him off, your hands run over the corset, feeling how tight it is around his waist. you push him in from either side and hear him grunt. his waist was wasp like, making your clit throb. you reach around him and feel how hard he is, fondling and groping him, dale hissing between his teeth trying not to cum. you both say nothing, your fingers slipping in between his skin and latex underwear, pulling the tight material down. as soon as his thick, uncut cock springs free, you grab a handful of his hair and yank his head back, dale whimpering and whining for you.

“i think i know what i should do with you,” you whisper, wanting to give dale a taste of his own medicine. he always did kinky shit to you, so he fucking deserves it. “i think i should fill you up. is that what you need? hm?”

you don’t give him time to answer and roughly bend him over, dale gasping and trying to breathe from how tightly squeezed in he was. you crouch behind him and spread his ass cheeks apart, gasping softly as his tight asshole was waiting to be toyed with. you moan, your tongue flicking out to taste him while your hands keep him spread open. you reach down between his legs and massage his balls, dale moaning like a fucking loser. you can feel him clenching and you can’t help but scoff— someone as demented as him and yet so submissive was comical.

his body was flat against his table, dale feeling the presence of satan. he felt humiliated, the thought making him wanna cum even more. and knowing ruth was probably upstairs listening, he needed release. “i-im so close,” he whines, trying his best not to cum.

already? he really was pathetic.

“i’ll be good, mommy, i swear,” he gasps, his brows knitted as his balls grew tighter. he needed filled up, and he needed filled up now.

“don’t fucking move until i say,” you warn, giving his ass a firm smack and walking towards the mattress, your cunt wet and needing filled, but this wasn’t about you.

you grab the dildo and the strap-on harness, making sure the thick dildo was in place. you look at dale who’s peering over at you, his eyeshadow making his blue eyes pop. you lube up the dildo and smirk at him, grabbing a belt and some handcuffs.

“now, get on your fucking knees and crawl, like a good little devil,” you order pointing to the ground, your voice filled with command and seduction as you place the strap aside. dale immediately drops to his hands and knees and crawls toward you.

you watch him stare at you as he crawls, his hair in his face while slowly making his way over. “you’re such a good little devil when you wanna be, aren’t you?” you coo at him, dale sniffling at the praise with tears in his eyes, needing you so badly. he breathes heavily and kneels in front of you, his hands reaching out to touch you. before he can even get his hands on you, you put your hand on his forehead to stop him.

“don’t touch me unless i tell you to, understand?” you hiss, dale shaking and sniffling, his cock aching for release while nodding frantically.

“o-okay,” he whines, unsure of what to do. he lets out a soft moan while staring at your tiny waist and ballooned tits. he was so tempted to grab ahold of you and get dominate with you. he knew he could. he could snap you like a twig if he wanted, but he was too far into submission.

“safe word is red,” you whisper while circling around him, eyeing him up like a piece of candy. “you’re so fucking pathetic, aren’t you?” you whip him with the belt and he lets out a soft yelp. “that’s why He prefers me.”

you smirk as dale began to cry at your words. he knew it wasn’t true, that satan preferred you over him, but his mind was foggy and he knew both you and satan enjoyed this. he loved being your little toy. your little devil. His little devil. dale let out another yelp and sucks air between his teeth, the belt cracking against his skin. he could feel the welts on his back and ass start sting and itch. you give him another crack and he jolts forward.

“f-fuck,” he whines, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. he moans when he feels you kneel behind him, his knees already hurting from carpet burn. “can i-i please get on the mattress?”

you pull his hair, his back against your chest. “hm, i don’t see why you should? prove to me,” you whisper against his skin. you push him forward and stand.

he knew what he had to do.

he turns toward you and stares up at you, his hands gripping your thighs and face inches away from your cunt. he whines and pulls you towards him, lifting the tiny latex skirt with his fingers and peppering soft kisses on you through the latex panties. his slender fingers shake while unzipping the squeaking material, revealing your pretty pussy to him.

“oooohh,” he whines some more, practically sobbing at how beautiful and wet you are. he inhales your scent and immediately dives in, moans escaping the two of you as he begins to lick and slurp.

you breath heavily, moaning and pushing his face deeper into you, your fingers tangled in his curly locks. “such a good boy,” you manage to get out, his tongue paying lots of attention to your swollen clit. he massages your asscheeks, gripping your thighs and any part of you he can as he continues to eat your juicy cunt. he can’t help but slip his fingers in you, toying with your g-spot to prove to you, he is in fact a good boy. he moans against you, whining and crying, trying his best to eat you at this angle. he stares up at you, his blue eyes burning through yours while you start to fall apart, your orgasm so, so close. he can feel you squeezing around his fingers, your clit throbbing between his lips as his suction grows tighter. “d-dale, you’re such a good boy,” you moan, the praise driving him wild, encouraging him to keep at it. he pulls you closer, his nose digging into you. you thought for sure his nose would break from how tightly pressed it was against you. you breathe heavier, your ballooned tits straining against the corset as you tried to brace yourself. you grip his shoulders, dale’s grip on you helps keep your stability as you let out a series of loud moans while you cum, his lips, tongue, and fingers working simultaneously to help you ride out your orgasm.

after a minute of recovering, you push him off you and he falls dramatically onto the floor, your pussy throbbing for more. dale wipes his mouth and waits quietly for the green light, his corset also straining against him while he tries to catch his breath.“bend over,” you order, a groan escaping you as dale crawls to the mattress, his tight ass ready for you to destroy.

there were times you’d have to tap out when he’d fuck you, your tight pussy stretched and filled while he bruised your cervix, but he’d keep going, telling you to take it. the roles were reversed now, and you were loving every second of it. he arches his back the best he can like the little whore he loved to be, stroking himself to please you and the man downstairs. his imagination was running wild, imagining both you AND satan double stuffing him until he couldn’t take it. his cock twitches and you watch, letting him get to the edge.

“you don’t get to cum unless i tell you, you fucker.” you step into the harness and secure it in place, rubbing your faux cock making sure it was still lubricated. “look at you, mr kobble,” you gasp softly, your voice taunting and condescending. “so tight and ready.”

you push your thumb teasingly against his asshole and dale groans at the foreplay. you giggle and stroke the dildo some more, teasing the thick tip against his tight hole. you push in gently and dale gasps, immediately clenching around it.

“so fucking tight… i’m sure you’re so warm too, aren’t you?”

“y-yes, mommy,” he gasps out, feeling himself stretching to accommodate to the tip. you pull away and push in again, teasing him. he grips the sheets as you now slowly push into him, dale letting out a tight, high pitched moan.

“oooohhh, mommy!”

you grip his hips and keep pushing in until the entire length of the dildo was deep in him, allowing dale to adjust for a second. he was groaning and clenching, letting out grunt as he came to earlier. you haven’t even started yet.

“goddamnit, dale,” you scolded him, on purposely pushing deeper making him gasp out and yelp. “i told you not to fucking cum, didn’t? you fucking moron!” your words made him cry out, his poor cock and his tight ass needing more.

“i’m such an idiot,” he cries out into the mattress, going along with the degradation.

your movement pick up again, dale still groaning and moan into the mattress as he takes the thick toy. his knuckles were turning white and you could see him clenching around the dildo again. “such a good boy, taking this fat cock,” you coo, dale moaning loudly and nodding in response. you hear footsteps coming from the stairs and turn to see ruth.

“he’s taking it well,” she smiles, dale starting to wiggle and squirm at the sight of her. ruth shakes her head at how pathetic he was. “make sure he’s completely spent, he deserves it.”

dale’s face was squished against the mattress and his eyes lock on ruth, the look of submission written all over his face. the two of you chuckle at pitiful he is.

“mm, yes he does,” you moan, taunting him and giving him a sharp spank. as ruth stands there watching, your thrusts growing more intense. “you have been a little devil, haven’t you?” you ask him, spreading his ass apart more and digging your fingertips into him.

“mm, mommy, i have been a little devil,” he manages to moan out. “i’ll be a good boy, i swear! i just-i just wanna cum!” he whines, his tight, high pitched moans filling the room. “i want you all to watch!”

“i suppose we could watch you cum,” you tease, your eyes peering over at ruth as he begs. she nods at you with a smile and walks over. “i’m sure you wanna cum so, so bad, don’t you? your balls are probably so heavy and full… why don’t you flip over?”

you pull out, dale’s body stiff as he struggles to get on his back. he lays down and looks up at you and ruth, his long legs spread and pulled to his chest. you smirk at how disheveled he looks- his medium length locks a bit tangled, his pale skin a slight pink color, and his corset digging into him. ruth moves the zebra pillow out of the way and sits on her knees behind dale down, his head now resting on her lap. you were all quiet as you tease dale with the tip again, ruth kindly holding dale’s legs open for you, pulling them towards his chest. ruth typically never joins you both, but she knows that dale loves an audience, an extra hand occasionally. no strings attached.

you slowly push in and dale lets out a tight moan, you and ruth mocking him. you push down on the back of his thighs for leverage, dale gritting his teeth from the pleasure and pain. you lock eyes with him and slap him across the face, dale groaning and unable to move from you and ruth practically pinning him in place.

“i-i wanna cum,” he cries out, gripping the back of his legs and clenching, his cock twitching for release. he looks up at you with submissive eyes, pleading with you while moaning like your personal whore.

“mm, i think you need to hold it. i know you can,” you coo, thrusting harder making dale cry out. “aww you poor thing, so full and stretched for me.”

“you can hold it,” ruth chimes in trying to get dale to relax, his cock feeling like it could explode. “shh,” she whispers to him, pushing his hair from his face.

you watch as dale tries his best to hold back, you slapping him in the face once more to roughen him up. your wetness drips down your thigh at how vulnerable he is, needing your own release. the strap wasn’t helping, your clit throbbing and aching as it rubs against you.

“cum, pretty boy,” you whisper, pushing a little deeper than before, triggering his orgasm. dale moans loudly and releases, his cum spraying all over his corseted torso, but you weren’t done. “one more, just one more,” you breath out heavily, trying to get him to cum one more time.

“i-i can’t,” he cries out in pleasure, sobbing like a fool from the overstimulation. “f-fuck, little angel!” he sobs, his nails digging into your forearms.

“yes you can,” you and ruth both say as you guys encourage him, ruth smiling down at him sinisterly. “you can take it, open up,” ruth whispers.

“that’s it, such a good little devil,” you gasp with faux enthusiasm, pounding in and out of dale, his poor asshole sore and sensitive. “you can take it… mm, yes you can,” you chuckle, mocking his moans and grunts.

you and ruth both wrap your hands around his aching cock as you pump in and out of him, dale hissing and sobbing, wanting the release so bad. “yes, yes, yes!” he cries out, your hands milking his cock, tightening around his shaft. he grunts loudly and arches his back, his cum spraying all over himself again all while you and ruth both praise him while he cums, making him nut another load.

you give ruth a nod, a silent gesture that she’s no longer needed and you stand up to take off the strap. you squat down in front of dale while he recovers.

“you did such a wonderful job, my little devil,” you praise, your hands rubbing dale’s inner thighs as he cries and looks at you. “you’re so pathetic, aren’t? needing two grown women to fuck you in the ass and jerk you off just to cum?” you shake your head and smile. “but you did so well, i think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

“yes,” he gasps, nodding his head, knowing exactly what it is you’re going to give him.

your tight cunt.

“good boy. now crawl to me,” you say softly as you get up and grab the handcuffs, making your way to his chair at the worktable. you watch him crawl slowly towards you yet again and watch him stand and sit. “such a good, good boy,” you gasp with praise, handcuffing his hands behind his back.

you kiss his nose and pepper kisses along his overfilled cheeks and down his neck, biting gently and moan against his skin. dale shudders at the feeling of your hand on his sensitive cock, whimpering and squirming. you get on your knees and hum softly, smiling at how pretty his cock was. so thick, uncut, and all yours. you place his girth in your mouth and moan, sucking him tightly. dale gasps and grunts softly, his head leaned back and his hair dangling over the chair. he starts to thrust himself into your throat, using you as his own personal fleshlight, your throat stretching to take him all. you gag on him and start to drool, dale looking down at you and feeling the urge to cum. you can feel his cock twitch and you stop.

you pull away and wipe your mouth, standing up again. “we gotta get you nice and hard, don’t we?” you whisper while you straddle him, moan while rubbing your pussy against his cock.

he looks at you and nods. “y-yes, little angel,” he moans softly as he comes down from his high. “you did some well pleasing me,” he whispers, trying to weasel his way into the dom role.

“i’m. not. done,” you hiss, pulling his hair back. you stare at him, his eyes burning through you as you have his head tilted at an angel. “you want me?”

“more than anything, sweet girl…” he whispers, letting out a groan when you sink onto his thick cock. “mmfp, fuuuck,” he cries out, biting your shoulder hard.

you moan loudly and grip his shoulders, clenching around him while you bounce, dale drawing air in between his teeth. “mmfp, fuck, baby,” he groans, the sound of your wet pussy fills the room. “so fucking tight, i needed you this whole time,” he grunts.

you couldn’t take it anymore and take the cuffs him, dale immediately grabbing your waist to help you bounce.

“fuck! you’re so big,” you cry out, your clit throbbing and your pussy overstuffed with cock. dale grunts in response and buries his face between your pushed up tits, biting and sucking, squeezing you tight against him.

you knew it wasn’t going to take long, your pussy was begging for release the entire time you fucked with him. you feel your stomach tighten and your cunt contracting, your orgasm so close. dale pushes his cock deeper into you and it hits your sweet spot- your throw your head back and cum hard on him, creaming all over his cock, dale’s hot cum spilling into you. he holds you against him and you cover him with kisses as you both come down from your climaxes. while adjusting yourself on his lap, you jokingly squeezing his oversensitive cock with your walls and he grunts, slapping your ass.

“you did so well,” you whisper holding onto him, his cheek rest against your ballooned tits. he hums in response, completely spent, causing you to let out a laugh. “such a good boy, my little devil,” you whisper, kissing his forehead and raking your fingers through his hair.

#dale kobble #dale ferdinand kobble #longlegs x reader #dale kobble x reader #longlegs

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sendhelpiloveyeonjun · 8 months ago

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Pairing: non idol yeonjun x reader

Summary: it's hard to summarize because it's legit all over the place trying to make the three random sentences match but it's kinda funny!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving)

A/N: i wrote this 4 years ago for a random tags request on an old account and just found it but it was for a different idol (no i won't say who heh). i changed it to be for yj because i'm ill and need it to be for him. if i had a chance to completely re-write with these prompts now, it would be so much nastier but this is cute and i can see where my brain was back then.

the three prompts were:

"Then let’s give them something to talk about."

"Your lips are so pretty, I just can’t wait to see how they’ll look wrapped around my cock."

"You’re so fucking pathetic, it’s almost funny."

i can’t believe i convinced this 24-year-old man to beg on his knees for me. it was a joke, but yeonjun took me seriously and i’ve never been more uncomfortable—but also sort of…aroused?

“yeonjun”, i smacked his arm, tugging on it in attempt to get him off of the floor, “you look so ridiculous! get up!” i could see the smirk on his face even though his head was facing the ground, he was enjoying this.

“please let me fuck you, y/n”, he looked up at me, a full pout going, “i need to fuck you right now!”

i looked around, waving my hands at everyone who had gathered to watch, “he’s just kidding! this is all a joke!” he grabbed my hands and i glared down at him, “come on, y/n. i promise i’ll even last longer than 15 seconds this time!”

girls started to giggle and i could hear the whispers getting louder. this is so embarrassing i could die. i snatched my hands away from his, crossing my arms over my chest. tears welled up in my eyes as he stood, smirking down at me, “you’re so fucking pathetic, it’s almost funny”.

i gasped and smacked his chest, “this isn’t funny at all! you’re embarrassing me! worst friend i’ve ever had”. i tried to walk away, but he pulled me back, “aw, lighten up! it’s a joke, no one really cares”. i rolled my eyes and scoffed, “every single person in this stupid mall saw you begging to fuck me on the floor! they’re going to post this online and then everyone will be talking about us!”

“but there is no us”, he muttered, shrugging it off, “if you’re really worried about what they’ll say, then let’s give them something to talk about”. his arms slid around my waist and i gasped as our lips touched. is he kissing me?!

i pushed him off but he was quick to pull me back again, his lips moving against mine this time. damn… as soon as i started kissing back, he abruptly stopped, winking at me and walking off toward the entrance we came in. WHAT?!

“choi yeonjun!” i chased after him, ignoring all of the people talking about us. i can’t believe he’s so calm about having a freaking audience.

“hey!” i finally caught up, pulling on his arm, but he didn’t stop walking. “where are you going?”

“hurry up”, he took my hand and dragged me all the way to the car, ignoring how hard i was trying to pull in the opposite direction. he’s a little too big for me to win this one. he got in the car, still ignoring me, so i got in and threw my hands up, “what’s the problem?!”

he sighed and locked the door, looking at me with a weird look in his eyes. is he… “your lips are so pretty”, his gaze shifted down to my mouth and i felt my cheeks heating up, “i just can’t wait to see how they’ll look wrapped around my cock”.

my breath caught in my throat, my eyes darting away from his as he looked up. “you…you want to see that?” he turned my face toward his and i almost forgot where we were. he’s so cute…

“haven’t you ever thought about it? thought about sleeping together?” i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t. yeonjun is ridiculously hot and that stupid smile would make any girl melt. but here? in his car that’s parked in front of the mall?

i nodded, realizing i hadn’t answered him, and he took that as a cue to kiss me again. i took a deep breath and reached over to his pants, unhooking his belt to his surprise. “are you sure?” i rolled my eyes, “shut up, choi”.

he was bigger than i expected—no scratch that. he’s as big as i expected. i haven’t done this many times before and i never thought i’d do it to my best friend of 6 years.

here we fucking go.

he leaned his seat back and i got comfortable, stretched across the entire front half of the car. i thought maybe he’d take pity on me, but as i stared as his dick, rubbing it to try and stall, he groaned, “are you just going to stare or are you going to suck me off?”

i held back from spewing insults at him and licked my lips, taking as much as i could to see how much my jaw was going to hurt at the end. ow. fml.

i moved my hand as far up as possible, keeping my focus on the tip. his fingers ran through my hair, pulling gently before he was pushing me down, “don’t be a baby, take more”. i bobbed my head quickly, taking him deeper, but still using my hand to prevent him from choking me.

tears pricked at my eyes as he rammed the back of my throat, his hips pushing up to meet each of my downward movements. “fuck, your mouth feels incredible”, he held my head still, fucking up into my mouth carelessly, “i know what all the hype was about”. my eyes widened before i glared at nothing, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard to end this quickly. what the hell does he mean ‘hype’?

his groans filled the car and i could feel it getting warmer and wetter—not just the air. “can i cum in your mouth?” i gripped tighter with both hands down, sucking hard and moving quickly as his thighs tensed up. “shit!”

i closed my eyes as his cum spilled out over my tongue. this never tastes good, but i’ve certainly had worse. i sat up and wiped my mouth, swallowing and crossing my arms. “what the hell do you mean hype?”

he was panting, head tilted back as he turned to look at me, “i was joking, stupid”, he half-laughed, closing his eyes, “but it sure made you work even harder”.

i smacked his arm and sat forward, staring at nothing in particular, “you owe me now”. “owe you? owe you what exactly?” i shrugged and smirked to myself, “i suck your dick, you…” i looked at him and he lifted a brow.

“don’t have to ask me twice.”

not really sure how i feel about any of that reading it over again but honestly, kind of fun. i miss writing. maybe ill try again heh

#txt smut #yeonjun smut #txt x reader #txt imagines #yeonjun x reader #txt fanfic #txt hard thoughts

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nerogurl · 2 months ago

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omg hi !! i don't usually do these kinds of things but fear & hunger is like the only thing i think about anymore and im suuuuper curious to know my results (and to see of it matches who i want it to be >:])

i am! 18 yrs old, transmasc, and bisexual. i'm average height & about mid-sized, with short-mid length dyed hair (it's orange-blonde ish atm but that's subject to change). freckles, tooth-gap, lots of moles, bit of a mustache going on, etc—i think the coolest thing about me is my eyes. they can look anywhere from grey-green-blue depending on the day, but i actually have central heterchromia as well! so, that's cool!

personality wise (the actual meat of this ask, lmao), i've been told i can be intense. but personally i just like to think i take no shit! i'm the kind of person where you get the kind of energy that you give, and i don't have much patience when it comes to others being immature or clueless. does this make me come off as short tempered sometimes? maybe. kind of. yes. but i promise i'm not always that angry! around people i get along with i like to think that i chill way back. when it comes to life overall im more the "it is what it is, nothing really matters so why not have fun?" type. my biggest personal philosophy is that as long as your not hurting yourself or anyone else, you should be allowed to do whatever you want forever. life is too short to not be a freak and shameless about it.

other than that, let's seeeeee. i think im pretty intelligent! i definitely value it in other people, at least. i enjoy things like analysis, discussion, and debate, especially when i get to go on long tangents and rambles. and i like to listen to long tangents and rambles too! i love to hear people be passionate about their interests. a lot of my past relationships have just been going back and forth with big rants on whatever is interesting us that week or something that annoyed us that day.

that being said! i'm also someone who runs outta energy quick. it's not unusually for people to not hear from me for a while, i like my privacy and i like my quiet. and i definitely like it when people respect that, i don't bode well when people get clingy. though, i do a lot better keeping in touch with people i can see face to face, versus anything long distance (i CANNOT do long distance at all im far too forgetful for it).

ummm yeah! ill end it there. not to sound egotistical but writing about myself is fun i should do it more often. ty!!

Reading your description immediately checked all the boxes for a perfect match with Marina! Where do I start? She cannot handle clingyness either. It might be an extreme example considering Samarie is a literal stalker, but when Samarie reveals her feelings, Marine engages as minimally as possible. She's very much done with putting up with people's shit and just wants to move on with her life. Much like with her father, she describes as always angry and obsessed with being miserable, she wants nothing to do with him.

In her B ending, we see that she moves to the big city to find people sharing the same attitudes as you two; to find acceptance and live a carefree life. Where you can experience all the excitement of the city is to be had together. That's not to say she's a party animal, far from it, just a free spirit. The city is the forefront of new ideas; art, science, politics. Go to exhibitions and community dinners together. With the world constantly changing around you you'll never run out of things to talk about.

Marina has a heavy emphasis on alone time that comes naturally from being an academic and a big reader. In Prehevil, we can find her reading in the local bookshop on Day 2, where she's not interested in joining the party. She needs time to shut out the outside world to recharge. A common method of escapism for her, she welcomes you to join her. Imagine if you had the option to accept her offer. You can recharge while bonding through quality time. If you believe reading in the same room counts as doing something together, sometimes just enjoying each other's presence can be enough.

For the gentleman of this matchup I've chosen Cahara! Cahara might not be very 'book smart' but he is a very clever and charismatic man. Part of living in poverty is having to learn how to entertain yourself with limited resources. As a conversationalist, you describe wanting not just to discuss particular academic topics but whatever is relevant to each other's lives. He'll tell you stories of his grand adventures (mildly exaggerated); treasure hunts, daring tales of thievery, survival and his adventures raiding under a band of criminals.

Being an endless soul, he shares the same philosophy as you; as long as you're not hurting anyone life is too short to not do whatever you want (minus the harm, but he's working on it). Cahara is the last person to compromise his life to conform. He knows that Celeste is a prostitute and the baby probably isn't his, but he doesn't care, and loves her all the same. An unconventional relationship type, it should be expected to be open like the one he shares with Celeste.

He'll need someone to be accepting towards his lifestyle and preferences. And if anyone is to be described as 'shameless and freaky', it's Cahara. Him being the only one willing to marry Enki and states that he's open to hooking up with an abdominal marriage (not a decision based just on survival but on his own lenient experimentation).

I know he comes off as flakey but he's extremely loyal. Willing to do anything for his loved ones, traversing through the horrors of the dungeons to keep Celeste and her unborn baby well feed and happy forever. There's no world where he abandons her. Celeste either passes away during childbirth or you all join together as a throuple.

I agree with what you said about your central heterochromia. You're right, that is very cool! That's what draws him to you at first. No matter how guarded he is around strangers, Cahara is a naturally curious person. He finds your appearance spurring a lot of questions. He wants to know who you are and everything about you to help fit the gaps in his imagination. Telling stories to their child, he's going to cast you the role of the pirate with wild sunset hair and ocean eyes.

Tdlr; Marina and Cahara, but overall I think Marina is your best match.

#fear and hunger x reader #character x reader #matchups

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osarina · 7 months ago

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Hey hey hello!!

I know you are feeling down the past days but I hope it turns all better for you <3 especially with that upcoming trip :)

I don't know if you saw my previous ask or not but I forgot to mention how the song I recommend earlier [ilomilo-billie eilish] fitted much better after the reader in badlands died rather than before...my stupid mind remembered this info after I hit ask and I couldn't stop worrying about it 😅

I also had a little idea of uu!dazai sharing hos own memories of the reader and their death before his own to badlands!dazai before he jumped :'( and badlands dazai freaking out before calming down vowing in his heart to protect the reader just to fail and then get dejavu (*evil laugh*) don't know if this bit is useful to you in that promised last fic of badlands or not but just wanted to share this :D

It could be annoying but I really feel like you should have more appreciation of your way of writing. Not just the characters, but how you write thoughts, feelings, dialogue and even the background scenes are fantastic. I also really like fics that match the vibe of the character it's written about. This is subtley shown in your writing especially with dazai. Even in the happiest fluffy fics, I feel like it always has this light melancholy feel which I hate and love at the same time. I hope you achieve whatever you want to!

Omg This is so long💀 I am so sorry if it was annoyingly long cause I was nervous abt sending you an ask and if I ever do it, then all of those repressed asks come tumbling down and God I am getting embarrassed so byee fyo :>

TUMBLR USER SNOWSILVER2000 AGAIN, im sorry im so slow at answering asks LOLLL i fear that i am the worst forgive me. im sending u all of the love my sweet lil lovebug

OMG I HAVEN'T GOTTEN THE CHANCE TO LISTEN YET SO NOW ILL BE SURE TO KEEP THAT IN MIND WHEN LISTENING <33 see its a good thing sometimes that im abysmally slow at answering asks.

OH MY GODDDDDDD UU DAZAI SOMEHOW BEING ABLE TO WARN BADLANDS DAZAI OF EVERYTHING AND BADLANDS DAZAI STILLLL NOT BEING ABLE TO STOP IT ?? THAT'S SO TRAGIC ILL WEEP, no because i imagine badlands dazai would also be soo overwhelmed by all of the memories too, like idk if you mean uu!dazai shares ALL of his memories with badlands!dazai or only about badlands!reader and what he knows of her ... but could u imagine he shares all of his memories and now badlands dazai has to cope with the fact that he gets reader killed in every universe .. maybe distances himself from her ... and then it all turns out that way anyway ... UGHHHHH waterloo is sooooo tragic. i love tragic romance.

tumblr user silversnow2000 you are so sweet i'll actually cry. that's actually something i try to keep in mind, especially while writing for dazai, because i feel like even in his happiest moments, he'll always be a bit withdrawn and solemn. imo dazai will never rid himself of that air of melancholy that follows him and it genuinely makes me so happy to hear that it translates into my fics. but truly tumblr user silversnow2000 you are so kind to me this was the sweetest compliment anyone has ever given to me, im straight up about to print this and like hang it on my wall for real.

DON'T EVER APOLOGIZE AND DON'T EVER HESITATE TO COME INTO MY ASKBOX, i might take forever to answer them, but they always make me so happy and warm. you're always sooooo happily welcomed here trust <3

#ᡣ𐭩 carina’s love letters #ᡣ𐭩 from user: secret admirer

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gorogues · 3 months ago

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Fictober 2024

Prompt number #20 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: M – Mature Warnings: Mental illness, pyromania urges, dark thoughts (not acted upon)

Day Twenty: “I saw your eyes light up”

It was Josh’s birthday, which was always a joyous occasion for the Rogues. And it was an endless good time for the little boy too, as he had his dad and a large group of doting uncles to spoil him. They’d spent the whole day doing fun activities and opening presents, and the adults had wound things down in the evening with a dinner featuring Josh’s favourite foods.

“Time for the main event: the cake!” Mark announced after everyone had finished supper, and those seated at the table waited with eager anticipation for dessert to arrive. Evan had helped him choose the cake design, but nobody else knew what it looked like.

Soon Mark brought out the cake, lit up with four large candles, and Josh bounced excitedly in his seat. Small crackles of lightning danced around his eyes to express his delight.

The crowd began singing ‘Happy Birthday’ and then Josh was told to make a secret wish before he blew out the candles.

But Mick was transfixed by the four tiny flames, staring at them without blinking, and he completely forgot to sing along. He swallowed uncomfortably, still staring, and licked his dry lips.

The flames were all he could think about -- dancing, burning, and maybe even whispering a bit. Beautiful. Dangerous. Seductive.

It was when he started imagining them going out of control and hurting his loved ones around the table that he got up abruptly and left the room. He rushed to the other end of the building and began hyperventilating when he was alone, which soon turned into dry heaves.

He was furious with himself: how could he imagine such a horrible thing? He didn’t want that to happen at all! But at the same time, he was obsessed with the idea of the flames going out of control and consuming everything in their path…he wanted it more than anything. But he didn’t want what was left of his family to be hurt, because he knew how much the victims of fire suffered, and he’d never been able to reconcile the two competing desires.

“Mick,” Len said flatly behind him, and he turned.

“Go back to the party,” Mick said more brusquely than intended, as he didn’t want Len to see him like this. He was shaking and still occasionally retching as he battled with his roiling thoughts.

“Saw your eyes light up when the cake came out. Guessing the candles upset you a bit.”

“I’m fine! I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“It’s my job to make sure you’ve got your shit together, Mick, and losing your cool at a kid’s birthday party is a little concerning. Also, I thought we were family, and family looks out for each other.”

“I thought I had this under control, I really did. Instead, it seems like I’m worse than ever because here I am thinking about this stuff at little Joshie’s party!” Mick lamented, face in his hands.

“Well…it’s not great,” Len observed laconically. “But did you pull out your lighter after you left the room? Been fiddling with it in your pocket? Any matches?”

“No.”

“You haven’t set any fires and you haven’t been messing with your release valves, and you thought to remove yourself from the situation before anybody got hurt or freaked out. Seems like progress to me.”

Mick thought about that for a few moments. “I guess.”

“It might be an idea to reach out to that shrink you used to see and talk to her about it, because she knows a hell of a lot more about the subject than I do. But I think you’re being too hard on yourself. You got more self-control than you think.”

Mick’s lower lip trembled and he fought the tears in his eyes. “Thank you, that means a lot to me.”

“Anytime. You comin’ back for some cake? The candles have already been blown out.”

“I think I need a few minutes to collect myself first, but I’ll be there,” Mick promised, taking a deep breath, and Len nodded.

“I’ll make sure Axel doesn’t eat the whole thing before you get back,” Len said as he walked back to the party.

That left Mick alone with his emotions, but he was much calmer now. He spent a few minutes practicing deep breathing to clear his intrusive thoughts and relax before returning to the dinner table, tossing his lighter into the garbage along the way. He could come back for it later, but right now he felt safer without it.

#fictober24 #Heat Wave #Captain Cold #Weather Wizard #baby Josh #fanfic

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marauder23 · 2 years ago

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In reference to the ao3 summary and comment types, what are your favorite types of summaries to write? Does it change for what you want to read? Same question for comment types (like if you prefer one type of comment or leave comments in a different style?)!

Babs out here asking the realllllllllllll questions.

SUMMARIES:

I like to do a mix sometimes but I mainly pull from The Excerpt, The No Frills, and The Hook. I tend to use The Hook for my AUs, the No Frills for my micro fics, and The except in conjunction with The Hook to give more context and understanding of my writing style.

A good example is my summary of Stubborn Follies:

“Uncle Lor! Really, I must protest! Is it not an arcane and wholly offensive practice to brandish me like cattle at the stocks?”

“Aurelia, please,” he beseeched, sounding far too tired as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Your presentation to the queen should have happened two years ago, but at your insistence I refrained. Now, though…” He let out a shallow wheezing cough and slouched back further in the richly upholstered wingback chair.

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In which, Rey must find a suitor this season due to the ailing health of her Uncle Lor and an ill-fated promise to him. However, she wants to do so on her terms with a love match. Meanwhile, Benjamin Organa Solo, now Duke of Naboo, is back at his estate. His mother is determined he wed to finally settle down and secure their title, lands, and lineage.

As they both look for their match this season, they continue to find themselves pushed together through fate and circumstance. The only problem? They loathe each other.

A Reylo Regency AU heavily inspired by Austen's works, specifically Pride & Prejudice, as well as Bridgerton.

FOR COMMENTS:

Let me start by saying: I am a comment wh*re. I will literally thirst after any and all comments and appreciate all readers who take the time to leave them.

That said, do I have my favs? Why yes. Yes I do. The Callout will FOREVER AND ALWAYS be my fav type of comment. When I get to read specific lines you loved or meant something to you— 🥹 it makes me all gooey inside. The How Dare You/All Caps Reaction are also particular favorites. Basically, I love when folks freak out over something I write hahaha.

As stated: this gal loves comments. Lives for em. Pay your fanfic writers in kind comments and kudos. They’ll love you forever. ❤️

Thanks for the incredible question @babs0987!

#marauder23 #ao3 comments #ao3 summaries #ao3 writer

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erisdiamas · 6 months ago

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A gasp could be heard as she dropped the plate at her father’s rare outburst spilling the delicious pancake tower that the man loving crafted early that morning just the way he knew Nora and the boys liked it.. residing all over the floors with nothing but a wet ‘splotch’.. she has seen him be stern like when she convinced Stevie to go camping with her in the middle of the night or when she scrapped her knee and wailed for her daddy to come and he came rushing in… she’s seen him crumble behind closed doors about their dead mother when he thinks they’re all asleep.. but she’s always by the door listening and hoping he knows that she’s here to pick him up the way he would after each of her swimming matches.. after a long stressful day of school- it was always just her and her Dad.. so to see him so.. freaked out and the tips of his ears gaining the same flustered pink as his face.. Nora found herself reaching out to try and reassure her that she’s still here.. she’s his daughter- just more independent now, she can handle this right?

“Dad, I love you… with all my heart but I can’t be in Beach City my entire life with the same people that know this mangled earlier version of me and I-I.. I need you to let me go… it’s what Mom would’ve wanted, for me to explore as she did and I need you to understand that I am still your daughter miles and miles away from you…and I am sorry that you don’t see that but ill keep telling you til you’re hit with the realization that I am here for you too, Paps.” Azuli, on the other hand seemed to be concealing an all knowing smug smirk under the guise of passive- blind to Nora’s navy tinted glasses but not to her own no bullshit detector father.

The leather clad woman found herself heading to the door, hands stuffed in her pockets- “Look. Nor’ you’re a sweet girl.. clearly you should be spending the day with your old man instead..clearly he needs it.” Her tone was dismissive and irritated at the fact that their plans got sidetracked by one emotional setback.. whatever, at least his Sultan had sweet parts being put to use on someone other than this massive sorry excuse that’s exists to bring her Northstar down.

“No! No! Okay, we can fix this.. I just…” She needed to be her own father right now and spin the positives out of the extreme negatives of this tense suffocating situation- “Kids leave the nest all the time and it’s perfectly natural for them to explore parts of themselves that they never could’ve possibly imagined they had in them… yet you know that so…” Nora felt as if the last piece of this entire ‘puzzle’ finally slot into place.. she adjusted her posture and crossed her arms- “Dad… she’s really sweet- I promise, you can trust her with me.. oh! I know you can come along with us to the newest gallery opening- I know you love art and Azu makes morphs… why don’t you tag along?”

To say the older woman was growing aggravated and the entire charade with Nora and her father felt like excessive coddling.. in Azuli’s family household, this many words wouldn’t fly at the table so to see them so openly wailing… it was really harshing the vibes that were promised last night.. they were planning this for the past three months, why would that girl jeopardize it for sake of some sentimental old lunatic thats way out of his bridges- it was repulsive.

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The doting father was happily cooking up blueberry pancakes for his three kids. His long locks tied back by a sparkly scrunchie that looked like it was made from the cosmos itself. He hummed out a tune as he served up three plates of blueberry pancakes, one for each of his kids, while he had the reject/sacrifice pile of pancakes deemed not perfect enough for his children.

The father heard the revving of a motorcycle and saw the irritated calico cats coming down the stairs. A slight grimace on formed on the 5 o'clock shadow on the mans face, his eyes hidden in the shadow of his bangs as he moves to cut up fresh fruit. It seemed inconsiderate for someone to be revving a motorcycle at 6am. But his mood seemed to brighten seeing his daughter come down the stairs from her room. "Good morning, Princess." He said with a warm smile setting out the warm steaming tower of pancakes. "I made blueberry pancakes... come and get them while they are nice and hot, syrups on the side, whip creams in the fridge, if you want ice cream I think we have a couple scoops of vanilla left."

Stephen was working on a whole slew of assignments ranging from math to science, to art to music, to after school activities he was trying to schedule his life around. He mumbled something along the lines of needing 5 more minutes to finish what he was doing before feeling the unseen gaze of their father before he let out a soft groan. "I know... what you're about to say." "Working hard is important, but feeling good is important to, so settle down with the work and enjoy time with your family." The both of them said in unison, before Stephen shoved a large pancake into his mouth, muffling the words "happy now?" He chuckled and ruffled his sons hair before looking over toward Stevie, and the mysterious person at the door. The man's parental instincts rang out as this leather jacket wearing woman just spelled trouble the moment she stepped a foot into the door with her

Stevie was in a whirlwind of emotions. He didn't like lying to their dad, but he made a promise to his sister to keep her out of trouble. He heard his father's tone and maybe he didn't notice that Nora's nighttime friend was over, but in his panic, he didn't think to tell her to go away and come back later, he blurted out. "Nope. Never met anyone named Nora... there's no Nora's around here.... nope, not here, she's been dead for 5 years... goodbye." He replied before getting startled by the smooch on the cheek, and before he could ask anything, suddenly there father was behind Stevie.

"Excuse me... where do you think you're going Mrs. Demayo." He replied gently holding her shoulder then turning her to face him. His eyes still hidden in the shadows. Nora, who is this?" His tone caried the cadence of an understandably worried father, wondering what his sweet daughter was doing with someone who screamed every father's worst nightmare.

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lockleysfav · 2 years ago

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Medicine

steven grant x reader

summary: The reader was diagnosed with a fatal illness, neither you or the boys knew when your time would be up. When Steven comes back from a mission overnight, he and his alters never get to say goodbye.

warnings: very angsty, death, heartbroken moon boys, mentions of hospital equipment, Marc and Jake make an appearance.

Steven had left you with a forehead kiss and a simple promise that he’d be back as soon as possible.

He was gone for 3 days.

You were incapable of quite literally anything as you were constantly in and out consciousness, Marc had asked one of the elderly neighbours to look after you whenever they were gone but after she saw Steven freak out in the elevator, she never came back. Marc and the rest of them were unaware of that completely.

The heart monitor beside your bed beeped loudly in the silent apartment, it was always so incredibly lonely when they left. There was times even khonshu felt terrible for taking the boys away for a while but it was their job, it was Marcs debt to pay. You understood that.

You were tired, your body felt light as if it was floating. It was calm and peaceful. You knew what was coming, so you weakly sat up and moves some of the wires out of the way and grabbing a pen and some paper to write a note for the men you love dearly.

It took the rest of your energy to fold up the note and place it on your nightstand. The photo of you and Steven sitting nicely behind the note, you leaned down and kissed the frame, a tear rolling down your cheek at all the sudden core memories of you and them.

Tears were streaming out of your eyes uncontrollably when you knew you wouldnt be able to see their faces before you go, but thats life. You cant always get what you want even if its your last wish.

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Steven had a smile on his face, a bouquet of flowers resting at the bend of his arm as the elevator doors opened. He quickly walked to the neighbours house and knocked on it until the lady opened the door with a small jump.

“H-hello, i uh i’ve got cash but i havent exactly got all of it right now” Steven stutteres, flipping through his bank notes. The woman shook her head in confusion “What for?” and Steven chuckles “Looking after y/n” he replies. The womans face slightly drops.

“I haven’t…i havent checked on her”

Stevens heart sunk immediately. He almost threw up right then “What?! What do you mean?” the woman shakes her head again “I havent been to check on her im so sorry” shes about to ramble on again but Steven jolts down the corridor, barging into your shared apartment.

“No”

Steven dropped the flowers as he stood frozen at the doorway.

He could hear Marc and Jakes distress but at the same time it was drowned out like white noise. It took him a while before he rushed to your side with his eyes already swelling with tears “Baby? please wake up” he whimpers and shakes your body like a little kid trying to wake his mother after a nightmare. His heart felt like someone was crushing it with their bare hands, he almost couldnt breathe.

Your body was pale, the flatline being the only noise he could hear. He was begging you to wake up, he was trying everything he could to wake you up but deep down he knew it wasn’t gonna work.

Marc was screaming at Steven to call and ambulance but Steven shook his head “Marc…” he whimpers breathlessly and his legs give out, his hands clutching onto your shirt as he wailed into it.

Marc and Jake watched the scene, crying not only for you but for Steven. Steven was the one who met you, asked you out, kissed you first, had sex with you first. You were even the one who took his virginity. Marc and Jake loved you so much, but their love could never match Stevens.

He used to sit at the end of the bed looking at the mirror, rambling with a smile to them both about how beautiful and amazing you are after he’d get home from another date. Only a month ago he was talking to them about marrying you.

Jake looked away when Steven started choking on his tears, clawing at his own chest because his heart ached that badly. Marc pursed his lips together and silently cried. You were so sweet to him, during his mental breakdowns, his nightmares and his panic attacks it was always you who would rush to his side and hold him close to you, peppering kisses to his face and shushing him gently until he’d feel safe.

With Jake, he was so distant and hes never regretted something so much until now. You were both just starting to get close, he accepted he loved you and he was going to tell you he loved you for the first time when they got back. Thats why he had to look away, he didnt want his alters to see him cry.

Though they all perked up when a gush of wind caused the folded note to flop beside Steven.

He looked down at it as more tears flowed out of his eyes, you knew you were gonna die. His shaky hands picked up the note and he unfolded it with hiccups escaping his body.

Steven. I understand you couldn’t get here in time but i know how much you loved me, the same goes for Marc and Jake. I love each of you so so much and i hope you all stay safe.

please look in the bathroom. My last gift for you. I love you so much.

Steven gripped the paper in his hands and cried out. His back flopping against the side of the bed with his head in his hands. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t open the damn door until Jake suddenly fronted.

Jake gritted his teeth and wiped his eyes as he forced himself to stand and avoid looking at you because he knew if he did, he’d breakdown. So he straightened his posture and walked to the bathroom door with his knees buckling at the sound of a soft meow.

He huffed as the wall broke and his tears came flowing down his cheeks “Pendejo” he muttered and rested his head against the door, twisting the handle and opening it. He stared ahead into the mirror, frozen before he felt the soft fur of the kitten rub against his leg, another meow coming from it.

Jake looked down and stumbled onto his knees to pick up the kitten “mi amor” he whimpers as he looks into the eyes of the small animal, her eyes the exact same colour as yours. He cried even harder when the kitten started to lick his cheek, ridding of his oncoming tears and nuzzles into him.

Marc fronted when Jake slowly cried himself to sleep, sat up againt the bathroom door with the kitten curled on his lap. He looked down at the kitten and whispered your name with a strained voice. The kitten perked it’s head up and he laughed, tears staining his cheeks but he shook his head quickly, picking up the kitten and standing up to face the bedroom, your body laying lifeless in front of him.

It took him a few minutes before he could get the courage to walk towards you.

“It’s all my fault” he cries “i should’ve- i should’ve ignored khonshu and just come home to you” he was about to go on until the kitten nipped his ankle. He hissed and looked down to see the kitten licking the bite before looking up at him and meowing.

The note left on the desk caught his attention again and he turned to it, flipping it over.

i will always be with you.

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Thank you for reading <3

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run-me-through-but-not-like-that · 2 years ago

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i love your work! you write my favorite boys so well!!! (didn’t know I needed a steddyhands x reader fix but i 100% do) I love how you write izzy!

could we have some unexpectedly badass reader? like they’re sweet and gentle all the time and everyone assumes they’re harmless but then the crew gets attacked and y/n just lets loose and it turns out they’re easily one of the strongest members of the crew.

either with Izzy or all three of them? maybe even a continuation of the one where reader takes care of izzy?

i just want reader to be cool and the boys freaking out since they thought you were amazing before and now you’re also badass?!

thank you if you decide to do it and no worries if not! ill be waiting for you next post either way!

Izzy Hands has a competency kink! Sex is alluded too but doesn't happen.

SteddyHands Discovering your a Talented Fighter:

The violent rocking of the ship followed by the sound of cannon fire had the four of you shooting up in the bed you shared, the bed that Stede had extended just after the four of you got together.

"What-" Stede began to question and everyone untangled their limbs from each other.

"We're being raided," Izzy was already on his feet, pulling on his clothes with single-minded determination. Edward jumped up just behind him, dressing just as quickly.

You cursed to yourself as you joined them, tugging on your clothes as quick as you could, while Stede stumbled out of bed to dress as well.

The four of your were dressed and out the door within the minute, being greeted by the chaos out on the deck. Izzy was right, of course, you were being boarded.

You and Izzy had your swords drawn only seconds before Edward did while Stede assessed the deck and accounted for his crew.

Snapping into action, Izzy barking a few orders across the deck. Orders that included for you and Stede to get back into the cabin.

Stede had improved his swordsmanship through his lessons with Izzy but didn't yet meet the first mate's standards, and Izzy suddenly realised he had never even seen you wield a sword. There was no way he was letting either of you get hurt, you would stay in the cabin while they handled this.

Edward, feeling protective, was inclined to agree with his first mate.

"I'll be fine, Israel," Stede assured him, finally drawing his own sword.

"Don't worry, love, I've got this," you promised, giving him a small smile before scanning the deck again.

Noticing that the Swede was getting overwhelmed by the side of the ship, flailing his sword around and only just deflecting his opponent's attacks, you jumped into action and hurried over.

Taking his attacker by surprise, you caught his sword arm, twisting it and tripping him over the railing.

The captains and first mate couldn't hear you over the rest of the chaos but you shouted something at Swede over the noise, who just nodded and hurried off to do whatever you told him.

Before they knew it, you had completely thrown yourself into the fray.

"Fuck!" Izzy growled as he lunged into the fight.

Edward watched his first mate, the familiar ruthlessness as he protected his ship, a small smirk forming on his face. Stede nearly called out for Izzy but thought better of it, he could handle himself, instead turning his attention back to you.

"Edward, perhaps you should assist them," Stede suggested, worrying as he nodded towards you.

"I think they have it handled..." Edward looked to you, gaze lingering a moment.

You moved like a fury, a force of nature, unstoppable and immovable. Predicting each move of your opponent, lunging and cutting without mercy, a fire in your eyes and Edward recognised. A fire that he and Izzy once possessed.

Clearing his part of the deck, Izzy spun around to see where his lovers were.

The captain were at the the top of the deck, fighting back to back, watching out for each other. Edward fought just like he did all those years ago, majestic and menacing. Stede cared for presentation, and had certainly improved, but had yet to match his co-captain's skill. He very well may never reach that level, due to no fault of his own, but he was proving he could handle his own.

Izzy tore his gaze away, searching for you, only to be surprised by the sight he was meet with.

You were dancing around the deck, a threatening look on your face but making no error in making childish taunts. Everything you did seemed thought through as you moved like something from myth.

And when you pulling one of Jim's throwing knives out of the mast and landed it between the eyes of an opponent before he could even get within ten feet of you, Izzy felt his knees go weak.

He managed to pull his attention away, getting back to the task at hand.

With the enemy crew defeated, Izzy ordered Ivan and Fang to lead the rest of the crew on dealing with the other ship.

The usual, pillage and burn. The ship would turn to ash for daring to attack Blackbeard and the Gentleman Pirate.

Once everything was under control and the Revenge was sailing as far away as possible, the four of you retired to the captain's cabin. Old and new aches flaring up as you all shrugged off your outer layers, slumping down into the plush seats of the sitting area.

You all took it in turns to wash, barely a word spoke between any of you yet, tired and tense. Izzy was the last to wash up and you had headed out to grab something to eat and drink while he was in the bathroom.

You returned to the cabin with a tray of bread, meats, and water, nothing fancy just enough to rehydrate and refuel. You set the tray down, only then realising the three sets of eyes that were on you.

Glancing between the there men, you tried to read what they were thinking. They were just staring at you, their expressions unfamiliar. "Are...is everything alright?" you asked with a frown.

They were staring at you like a siren had just wandered into the room.

You looked between them again, you couldn't think of what might have been wrong. The crew was mostly unharmed, only receiving superficial wounds, which was a miracle but still true. So, it couldn't have been that. There were some repairs to be made, of course, but nothing they couldn't manage or afford once they reached a port. Plus, they had come out of the whole thing making a profit from the spoils from the other ship.

So, what was that look on their faces for?

"Why didn't you tell us you could fight like that?" Edward asked, watching you with wide eyes full of...adoration?

None of them had ever seen you fight, at least not at your full potential. They had always felt overprotective on raids or when danger was around, over both you and Stede to be fair.

They honestly just didn't think you had it in you. You were always so kind and easy-going among the crew. You had never been anything but sweet and gentle when it came to them. Though, of course, why would you have to be anything other than sweet and gentle with them?

You were patient, soft. They hadn't thought you capable of taking on another crew like that. Clearly, they had been wrong.

"Oh, uh...I'm a pirate, I thought you'd just assume I knew what I was doing," you answered, brow furrowing slightly.

"Knowing how to fight isn't exactly common among this crew," Izzy reminded you.

"Be kind, Israel," Stede sighed, even if he wasn't completely wrong. The crew had handled themselves just fine today.

"I'm right about this, though!" Izzy insisted.

"He does make a point," Edward agreed, reminding Stede that, "you aren't really doing things traditionally."

"I suppose that is true," Stede hummed before turning his attention back to you. "Anyway, my dear, why hadn't you mentioned your skill?" he asked.

"It just never came up" you shrugged. "Stede, I did tell you that I sailed under a different flag before I signed up with you, didn't I?"

"You did, my fault for not assuming, I suppose," Stede nodded.

"You could have mentioned something so we wouldn't worry when something like this happened!" Izzy sounded frustrated but you saw right through it, right through to the fear.

"Israel, darling..."

"C'mon, mate..."

"No, no, it's alright," you assured them before approaching where Izzy sat.

Taking his face in your hands and brushing your thumbs against his cheeks. "I'm fine, my love. I didn't think to mention it because I thought you all knew. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you, but please rest with the knowledge that I can look after myself and you needn't worry about me during a fight," you assured him, hoping to soothe his worries.

You felt the tension leave his body as he let out a sigh, nodding in understanding and acceptance. You smiled softly, such a contrast from the cruel grin you wore up on deck only hours ago, and gave him a tender kiss. Reminding him that you were that, that you were okay, that everyone was okay.

Sensing that most of the concern had drained from the room, Edward stood from his seat. "Okay, cool, because you were so fucking hot!" he praised, practically tearing you away from the first mate and pulling you into him to give you a searing kiss.

You couldn't help but giggle into his kiss but instantly returned it, gripping at his shirt.

"You and Izzy out there, fighting like fucking hurricanes," Edward murmured against your lips.

"Really?" you asked playfully.

"The hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," Izzy mumbled his agreeance, making you and Edward laugh before the captain kissed you again.

"Well, I have to agree, you were quite the sight, dearest," Stede came up behind you, taking his turn to embrace you. Edward releasing you as the other captain turned you around. "A fierce and dashing pirate," he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

"Thank you, love," you laughed softly, slipping your arms around his waist. "I really was just doing my job though," you insisted.

"Oh! Perhaps you could help train the crew. I imagine you'll have a gentler hand than Izzy," Stede suggested.

"Not my fault they don't fucking listen," Izzy huffed as he pushed himself up from his seat, relaxing some more as Edward pulled him into your little huddle.

"I'll give it a go, Stede," you promised, honestly not minding. Plus, it would help protect the crew.

"Are we still talking or can we get a more private look at your skills?" Edward asked suggestively, hands taking hold of your hips as he pressed up behind you, murmuring against the nape of your neck.

"Edward, I'm sure they're very tired after that display," Stede chastised lightly, as if his own hold on you didn't tighten.

You laughed at their light bickering as you reached out for Izzy, taking hold of his shirt and pulling him closer to you.

"I think I'll manage," you assured them, lowly against the first mate's lips.

You managed to steal a quick, biting kiss from Izzy before one of the captains swept you off of your feet and hauled you over to the bed.

#israel hands x reader #izzy hands x reader #edward teach x reader #ofmd x reader #stede bonnet x reader #steddy hands #ofmd #our flag means death #steddyhands #steddyhands x reader

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