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mothandpidgeon · 8 months ago

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The Outlaws (Outlaw!Joel Miller x f!reader) - Chapter 2

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pairing: Outlaw!Joel Miller x f!reader

rating: T (eventual E 18+ MDNI)

wc: 1.7k

summary: Wanted for murder with a bounty on your head, your only hope of escaping the Pinkerton detectives is an outlaw named Joel Miller and his sidekick Ellie. But Joel has other plans for you.

tags: old west au, enemies to lovers, grumpy Joel, handcuffed together, period/genre/canon typical violence, alcohol, morally grey characters, reader has backstory, no use of y/n

authors note: Posting this today in honor of act ii. Yeehaw. As always, thank you @ezrasbirdie for the beta and support in this (you really need to tell me to stfu about these two) and in life.

Joel once took Sarah to see PT Barnum’s Greatest Show on Earth. Each ticket cost him two quarters. She pulled him by the hand past the tents with Tom Thumb and the giantess, straight to the exhibition of wild animals. There were all sorts of exotic animals in the menagerie– giraffes, elephants, snakes. You remind him of the tiger. Beautiful and cunning. Fierce. Dangerous unless it’s kept under lock and key.

Which is why he’s grateful he kept these old shackles in his saddle bag.

You’re in a friendlier mood once camp is set up and a rabbit is roasted on a spit. He knows it’s a rouse, that you’re still spitting mad and hoping to slit his throat in the night. On that train, you were the demure damsel in need of a rescue. Soon as he put that cuff on your wrist, you turned into a fire breathing dragon.

You can be as mad as you’d like. You’re no match for his strength or his revolver.

They sit around the fire, Joel and Ellie propped against their saddles. It’s a cool evening, a steady breeze blows off the river. The stars paint the purple sky and the cave is illuminated with the orange glow of a fire. There’s plenty to celebrate. Though, even when they score a good amount of money, gold pieces, and get away without a scratch, Joel never feels much satisfaction. Despite his personal quandary, it would be a beautiful night, really, if Joel weren’t sitting there waiting for you to do something foolish.

He can tell you’re meditating on some new escape plan, knows better than to look at you too long. A girl like you, pretty and with that sharp mouth, is the type that knows how to use her womanly wiles. You’re desperate enough to try just about anything and he’s not giving you the chance.

You must think he’s stupid enough to fall for it too. He reluctantly passes you his flask and, after you drink, you wipe your wet lips with a seductive finger.

Ellie’s being a real chatterbox, recounting each moment of the robbery as if she’s writing her own nickel weekly and peppering you with questions. He’s not surprised she’s taken a liking to you. There aren’t too many of the female persuasion out here. Maybe she can see some of Tess in you. He doesn’t. Tess was always calm and controlled. And when she was angry, she never fucking spit at him. In fact, he resents you for making him think about Tess at all.

“Ten thousand dollar bounty, huh?” Ellie asks you. “What’d you do?”

Joel’s seen more than a few people running from the law but none of them look like you. You’re no Annie Oakley.

“My sweetheart was fooling around with my sister so I killed em both,” you say.

“Really?” Ellie asks.

“No,” you say.

“What was it really?” she tries again.

“Leave it,” Joel says.

He’d be just as cagey about his past. Outlaws don’t live by any code but if they did, questions like that would be frowned upon.

Ellie grumbles at him.

“I’ve got ten on me too,” she tells you.

“Your daddy must be proud,” you say, looking to Joel.

They respond in unison— “He’s not my Pa,” and a “I ain’t her daddy.”

You do a lousy job suppressing a smile.

“So this is the infamous Miller gang? Ain’t much of a gang if you ask me,” you say.

Joel grinds his molars.

“We used to be a proper one. Most of ‘em are in prison now. And then we lost Tess to a bout with fever. And Tommy left,” Ellie recounts.

“Who’s Tommy?”

“Nobody,” Joel says same time as Ellie tells you, “His brother.”

You look Joel up and down.

“That’s enough yakking for tonight,” he says. “I’m turning in. C’mon.” He pulls the chain.

Ellie laughs. “I should warn you. He snores something awful.”

You scoff. “Is this some kind of ploy so you can wake up on top of me?” you protest.

Joel’s patience is wearing thin. He’s got half a mind to turn you loose and let the wolves deal with you.

“You can quit the belly aching, missy. I ain’t taking that thing off til you’re with the sheriff in Jackson.”

“You’ll wear him down eventually,” Ellie encourages.

“Ellie, go to sleep,” Joel orders.

She rolls her eyes.

“What if I got to use the privy?” you ask.

“Hope you like company,” Joel says.

You huff.

“You at least going to give me a blanket? Cold out here,” you say.

Joel’s only got one in his bed roll, a beautiful Pawnee blanket he bought off a trader from Kansas woven with geometric patterns. He knows it would be gentlemanly to let you sleep with it but you’re no lady.

He sighs as he hands it over. You wrap it around your shoulders with a self-satisfied look on your face.

“Anything else I can do for you, missy?” he says with mock cordiality.

“You can stop calling me missy,” you say.

“G’night, missy,” he says.

It’s not your best plan. But just because it’s simple doesn’t mean it won’t work.

First step, you wait for Ellie and Joel to fall asleep. The girl takes a while. She’s got a dime novel with a cowboy on the cover that she flips through as the flames die down. You watch her through your cracked eyelids, pretending to have already drifted off yourself.

It’s hard to tell if Joel’s out. He uses his saddle as a pillow and you’ve positioned yourself on the other side of it, your arm outstretched so you don’t have to be too close to him.

He murmurs to himself. You strain to catch what he’s saying. At first, there are words you can understand. The name Sarah passes his lips. But then you hear him make a sound you can only describe as a whimper.

It gives you pause. You’ve never been a nurturing type but it pulls at your heart strings, almost makes you want to put your arms around him. You imagine a hurt puppy inside that big, snarling dog of a man.

His sharp silhouette is highlighted in the amber glow of the campfire. It’s a shame he’s such a mean son of a bitch because he really is easy on the eyes. Then he rolls over. His unexpected motion nearly twists your connected arm out of its socket and you bite your tongue to keep from swearing. That bastard has you chained up like a dog. You do all you can to control your temper, swearing soundlessly. You can’t afford to wake him.

You wait a long while, listening to him grunt and snore. Once you’re sure he’s good and asleep, you move.

It’s a process. You begin by flexing your wrist. An innocent gesture that could be explained by sleepy twitches. He doesn’t stir.

Eventually you feel bold enough to inch towards him, pulling the chain carefully along the ground. You crawl on your belly until you’re in front of him, then you dare to lift your hands up.

The chain clinks against the buzz of the night insects and you swear it’s so loud you hear it echo off the mountains. You hold your breath, wide eyed, every muscle in your body taught.

Joel doesn’t wake. He might be pretending but his chest still rises and falls slowly. Either he’s a hard sleeper or he’s deaf. Might be a little of both. You’re always tired after the rush of a big score.

Ellie hasn’t woken up. Her eyes are closed, mouth hangs open. Down for the count.

You flex your fingers before you begin the next step, lick your lips and take a steadying breath.

You’ve picked pockets before. Never tried it on a sleeping man, though. You keep your touch light, delicate, unbuttoning his waistcoat with one hand. It falls open for you and you can’t help but smile.

The key to the handcuffs is tucked in the inner pocket. You saw him put it there. All you have to do is lift it out, unlock the cuff, and you’re a free woman. What you’re going to do after that, all alone in the middle of god only knows where, you’re not sure. But that’s not of material importance until you have that key.

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip and you move slower than molasses in January, easing your first two fingers into the little pocket. Your fingertip connects with metal and your heart jumps. Pinching the ringed end, you hold on and pull. It’s awfully heavy.

Because it’s not the key at all. You’ve fished a pocket watch out of Joel’s vest. Damn it. It’s a dainty little thing— fine gold with intricate scrollwork engraved on the back. The face is all busted up and it doesn’t seem to be ticking. Most importantly, though it’s not a key. You need that goddamn key if you want to get—

The unmistakable click of a gun being cocked makes you freeze. Joel’s awake, dark eyes shining in anger. You’ve had guns pointed at you on a number of occasions but still it makes your blood run cold.

“The hell are you doing?” he asks.

“You’re dreaming,” you tell him.

He doesn’t think that’s cute. The scowl on his face just deepens.

“Alright,” you say, raising your hands in surrender.

You put the watch back in place and crawl back to your spot.

“Gimme the damn blanket,” Joel growls.

You toss it to him, cowed. But what did you expect? This had never been a very good plan.

Once you hear the hammer of Joel’s gun go back into place, you breathe a sigh of relief. It’s quiet for a while as Joel gets under his blanket and you know he’s laying there waiting for you to fall asleep.

You try to settle down, wrapping your arms around yourself. The night air bites at you now that you’ve lost your blanket privileges.

“Sarah a sweetheart of yours?” you ask him.

His head snaps your way so fast you think his neck might break.

“You was talking to her in your sleep,” you explain.

“Say that name again and I’ll wring your neck,” he says.

He sounded like he meant it before but you feel like he’s looking forward to putting a bullet in you. You shiver. You’re smart enough not to say another word.

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Chapter 3

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#joel miller #tlou #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fic #ellie williams #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal #outlaw!joel miller #joel miller au #tlou au #old west au

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thefloatingstone · 9 months ago

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Hello

I am once again rambling about neat details in Mass Effect everybody already knew except me.

I was playing the ending of the Citadel DLC a while ago, the part where the Normandy is getting stolen, and because this is the only mission in the game you can have Wrex as a party member, of course I took him. However, due to some irl stuff I wasn't fully vibing with the mission. So after the irl stuff got sorted, I decided to replay it. I took Wrex along for most of the archive part of the mission, but when it came to rescuing the Normandy, for shits and giggles I took EDI with me because I wondered if she'd get any unique dialogue.

and it turns out she gets... a LOT of unique dialogue. Like a RIDICULOUS amount. So much so that from now on she's gonna be the default squaddie for this mission when I replay again.

The initial almost joke scene where she glitches out for a second before rebooting and going "I'M OK!" was great and honestly that's the most I was expecting for taking her along. But there's a bunch of other stuff too. They went so far as to make that little orange hologram she has flicker and die when her control of the Normandy is shut down (which she's greatly distressed by when it first happens). And the orange band remains gone the entire mission until she's given control back

The mission running up to the Normandy and shooting Mercs has her basically screaming for blood the entire time which is probably the most emotion I've ever heard her give.

"I AM THE NORMANDY! AND I WILL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!"

Fuck yeah babe, you tell 'em!

But I also like the extra detail it adds. The Normandy DOES NOT WANT to be stolen. The Normandy ITSELF is like "FUCK YOU ASSHOLES!!! NOBODY GETS TO STEAL ME BUT SHEPARD!!!" The Normandy ITSELF is outraged at this bullshit and the sheer fucking audacity.

When trying to open the airlock, Shepard actually asks EDI if she can do anything and she openly laments she has no control nor does she know what's going on. So much so Garrus has to give her moral support which I did not know he would do if you bring EDI.

Furthermore, when riding the elevator to the cargo hold, Garrus more or less asks EDI how she's holding up, and EDI comments she feels like she's walking around blind. Garrus gives further support and sympathy telling her then it's only fair she take some revenge on these assholes and EDI is very 🥺 about it.

When you do the final fight in the cargo bay, you can hear EDI raging every now and then, and one line hits me is her more or less screaming "You betrayed my crew! You violated my trust! You violated my body!! I am going to KILL ALL OF YOU!!" [paraphrasing] which is kind of horrifying for her and makes me feel even worse for her than I did already when I never took her along before.

Finally, after the fight, Shepard asks EDI if she's in control again which she does even if you didn't take EDI along, but when she's standing in front of you, not only does EDI confirm she's in control again, but she actually adds with a smile "thank you for asking".

THERE'S JUST A LOT OF EXTRA SHIT I NEVER KNEW ABOUT!!!!! THERE'S SO MUCH JUICY CONTENT AND IMPLICATIONS AND LAYERS HERE AND I JUST NEVER FUCKING KNEW ABOUT ANY OF IT BECAUSE I LIKE WREX TOO MUCH!!!

Anyway, those are my thoughts about this mission I'm sure literally everyone knew about back in 2013 except for me.

#Mass Effect #Mass Effect 3 #EDI #Spoiler #Spoilers

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 7 months ago

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Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Once again, thank y'all so, so, so much for the continued love & support! Just an update for everybody: I'll be going back to school in about 3 weeks so updates might slow down, BUT I will continue to upload when I'm free & have some time. Thank you again! And happy 4/20!! -xoxo, Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Epilogue. Soundtrack.

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FIVE: NO TELL MOTEL.

“My, your such a good little cocksucker, aren’t you, sugar?”

Gojo’s silky voice forming those dirty, nasty words only makes you suck on his thick, hard, beautiful cock a little more eagerly than before. He kneels in front of you, his hips and toned stomach in your face, letting you freely drag your hands over his six pack much to his enjoyment.

He watches you with those alluring blue eyes as you gag all over his shaft and bounce on Geto’s dick at the same time. “And a good little cowgirl too,” the long-haired outlaw chuckles, soft moans and gasps leaving his lips as your warm, soft, velvety walls squeeze around him whenever you slam your pussy and soft, cushiony ass down onto him. “I should’ve known you’d be good at ridin’ dick too, little lady.”

SMACK!

His hand comes down to slap your ass, emitting a muffled moan from around Gojo’s cock. The white-haired outlaw groans, gripping the back of your hair and pushing himself deeper into your mouth. “Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he moans. “You seem to be missin’ somethin’ though…I’ve got it!”

He takes off his cowboy hat and puts it on your head, making Geto laugh as he begins to pump his hips up into you from below, fucking you back. “She looks so adorable,” he groans. “Just seein’ her like this makes me wanna cum.”

Gojo hums in agreement, thrusting into your mouth in time with his partner’s dick pumping in and out, in and out, of your pussy, sinking you deeper and deeper into immense pleasure. “Me too,” he says and lifts your chin up to look at him and the way the moonlight illuminates his hair, turning it silver. “And you’ll cum with us, won’t you, cutie?”

“Be as loud as you want, darlin,’” Geto moans, gripping your hips for dear life. “There ain’t nobody to hear you for miles. Just us and the stars.”

Hearing that and knowing the fact that it’s just you three alone among the moon, the stars, and the quiet forest makes me you want to cum. You can feel your orgasm quickly approaching the louder Geto and Gojo’s moans become and the more Geto’s dick glides against your G-spot.

“Fuck!” Geto gasps. “I think our little cowgirl is close, Satoru. That sweet little pussy is squeezin’ around me so tight!”

Gojo stares down at you adoringly and hungrily, slamming his hips into your mouth. “Cum with us, darlin,” he demands. “Don’t let us do it alone. Give us what we want like a good little slut, hm?”

Suddenly, the two begin to moan louder and warn you that they’re about to cum, using your holes to chase their highs. You can feel yourself being pushed closer, closer to the edge of bliss, about to fall off with them–

With a gasp, you sit up in your bed adjacent to Shoko who has her back to you and is snoring so loud that it overshadows the buzzing of cicadas outside your window. You are coated in sweat, a normal occurrence for summers in the West, but you know that it has everything you do with your dream.

“What the fuck?” you think, confused and flushed…and extremely bothered. Your pussy throbs annoyingly beneath your silk nightgown, even more so without your panties. It’s too hot for undies.

You’ve never had a dream like that before about anyone, especially two outlaws that you were supposed to merk earlier!

The only dreams you have are about your childhood, your mother, and the night both were taken from you. They don’t happen every night, but they are the only dreams you have. You don’t have happy dreams and can barely have a good night’s sleep without your mind going a hundred miles an hour.

But something about this dream, something about this duo, brings something out of you. A need to throw all caution to the wind. You don’t want to think that it’s because of your attraction to them. You tell yourself that it’s nothing; just a biological need as humans have. The dream meant nothing but to show you what you could be missing…right?

You look at Shoko, thinking about her words of wisdom to you earlier. Could she be right? Could these men be the ones to help you reach that happy ending? ‘Only one way to find out,’ you think.

You roll out of bed and, keeping your footfalls quiet, you begin to pack up. You pack some dried snacks, a canteen of water, and a clean pair of clothes in your bag before changing out of your sweat-soaked nightgown and into some clean, black riding gear. You then bend down in your closet to retrieve a dusty box hidden behind Shoko’s shoes and a key hidden beneath them.

You unlock the box and smile at the contents inside of it: a silky, pink bandana and a black cowgirl hat. You take out each and put them on, already feeling more like yourself. Like the Fatale Femme. After you finally finish, you take a piece of paper with an ink pen and quickly scrawl out a note to a sleeping Shoko before leaving:

Dear, Shoko,

I’m so sorry I’m leaving you like this and that it took this happening to tell you the truth. I’ve been wandering the wild West for years, hunting down outlaws and running from the law as a living.

I came to Blackwater to not only kill Valentine but to find Gojo & Geto the Gunslingers and get some answers for my plan to kill Benji the Bandi. I have been hiding my true identity from you in fear of bringing trouble to your door.

I care for you and those at the Blackwater saloon so much which is why I must leave. Please don’t try to look for me. If I’m alive, I will write and even visit (eventually).

Thank you for the friendship you’ve given me. Take care of yourself and don’t stay in Blackwater forever. The ain’t nothing here for you either.

Sincerely, Y/N aka the Fatale Femme.

You leave the note by her beside. Then, in a flash, you take your bag and head out the door. The complex is dark and quiet when you leave, making it easy o slip ou ino he nigh. Behind the complex, tied up to one of the lamp posts, is your precious black horse who has been loyally and patiently waiting here at her post for five months since you came to Blackwater on her back.

You’ve been leaving her here, only releasing her o ake he on lae nigh walks and feeding her apples and oas. Bu now, you’re ready to leave and so is she. Her ears twitch at the sound of you boots thudding in the dit and he tail begins to wag excitedly, knowing it’s you. You press a hand to her side and stroke her soft fur.

“Hey, Reneigh,” you coo to her. “You ready to go, darlin’?” You take her reigns out of your bag and clip them on her before getting her saddle from behind a tree. As you place it on her back, she huffs, steam coming out of her nostrils. “You’re right,” you giggle. “I should’ve left this dumbass town a long time ago.”

You kiss her snout, thanking her for waiting, before hopping ono her back after lacing one leg over her side. Once you’re on, you cluck your tongue against the roof of your mouh and snap the reigns once. Reneigh understands immediately and takes off down the road, he hooves clicking against the road. You guide her in the direction of the Maplewood Motel, knowing where it is due to the brothel you used to occupy at being two blocks up from it.

‘1211 at the Corner of Maplewood, Rm 201,’ you think, keeping the numbers in you head even when you finally make it to the small, quiet motel. Not a peson no animal stis when you leave Reneigh outside in an empty cubby where other horses have their own. “I’ll be back,” you tell her, earning a headbutt from her in response.

“You’d better,” she wordlessly says.

You keep your gun a your hip as you walk ino he moel, past the sleeping desk clerk, and then up the steps to the second floor. You ignore your pounding heart as you walk to room 201 and give three knocks. “Comin’!” a silky voice calls out. Gojo Satoru.

When he opens the door, he is only in his trousers and riding gloves, exposing his toned body and abs to you. That damn dream comes back to haunt you and you attempt give him a poker face despite your mind’s eye being filled with images of his naked body and cock.

You’re so entranced by his body that you almost miss his eyes. You’ve never seen them before since he’s always wearing that blindfold. They are a gorgeous, hypnotizing blue, as blue as the crystal waters in the Bahamian islands. They widen an inch at sigh of you at his door. “Well,” he begins, “this is definitely a pleasant surprise.”

“Who’s at the door, Satoru?” Geto calls from inside, sounding suspicious. He comes to the door too, luckily not shirtless but still looking hot in his cotton shirt and riding gloves, his long hair pulled back into a silky, glossy ponytail. “Oh, hey,” he greets, sounding shocked to see you. “So you kept the note.”

“I did,” you reply rather sharply, you pulse jumping anxiously. “‘Cause I need some answers. Before I agree to this, I’ll need some information first.” The duo looks at each other as if asking one another if they should agree.

“Anybody follow you?” Gojo asks, looking up and down the hallway. You shake you head and he opens the door ajar for you. “Come on in, then.”

You do so, not thanking him, but he doesn’t mind. When the door shuts, you take a look around the motel: it is rather spacious and clean with a small kitchen, a wooden table sitting near the window overlooking the horses outside, brown, shaggy floors, and a big king-sized bed matching the beige walls. The duo has made their home in this room, two backpacks, clean clothes, and shoes lying about the bed and floor.

Gojo follows you into the motel, clapping his hands together once. “First thing’s first: ya want some dinner?”

You blink at him, wondering if he’s serious. Wordlessly, you shake your head and he rolls his eyes at you. “What, you don’t want some good food before you start interrogatin’ us?” he chuckles. “We’ve got somethin’ cookin’ up over here.”

He nods at Geto in the kitchen, cooking something savory-smelling on the small stove. His hulking frame blocks it from view, but it makes your stomach growl. Gojo nods at the wooden table and the chairs there. “Go on, take a seat and get comfy. I’ll take your bag and get you some water.”

He goes to take your bag from you, but you grip it to your chest. “My bag is good here,” you argue. “And I don’t need anything, thanks.” Your stomach exposes you by gurgling loudly, making you flush.

“Uh-uh,” he sniggers before he walks off to get you that water and a plate. The duo leaves you to sit alone to sit as they fix you something to eat and drink, much to your surprise. You didn’t think outlaws could be such gentlemen…unless something’s up.

Minutes later, after listening to Geto hum a tune and Gojo crack jokes while he tosses on a shirt, your dinner is finally presented to you: a plate of Salisbury steak oozing with gravy, roasted potatoes, and green beans. “Here ya are, little miss. Made by yours truly.” Gojo gives a charming smile as he places a glass of water in font of you.

“He’s lying!” Geto calls from the kitchen. Gojo puts a finger to his lips, winking.

You stare suspiciously down at the delicious-smelling food and gingerly take your fork to stab into the smallest tater. Gojo watches you weirdly as you sniff the potato and then place it in your mouth, slowly chewing it. “Had to check if it was poisonous,” you explain with a shrug.

The white-haired outlaw looks hilariously offended by that. “Why would we do somethin’ so fucked?” he scoffs. “Jesus, girl, you are so paranoid!” You glare up at him, swallowing the potato. “With the work I do, you have to be.”

Geto walks over with two more plates and glasses of water, placing them on the table. “I agree, especially in the state this world is in.” He sits down across from you along with Gojo, folding his hands under his chin. “Hope you don’t mind, but I’d like the say grace first.”

Gojo dramatically groans, but bows his head anyway. Geto does the same while you keep your eyes open, watching them. “Dear Lord, thank you for allowing us another day to consume such a delicious meal with good company,” Geto prays. “Please give us more of these fine days with your blessing. Amen.” He lifts his head with a content, satisfied smile. It makes your stomach flip for some odd reason.

“Ugh, finally,” Gojo sighs. “I’m fuckin’ starved!” He goes to finally dig into his food, but then stops and instead raises his glass of water. “Cheers to new friends,” he chirps and then frowns when he sees your face. “Acquaintances then. C’mon, you’ve gotta toast to that one!”

Though you’d rather not, you did agree to be here. So begrudgingly, you raise your glass and so does Geto. “Cheers,” he chuckles and you clink glasses. “Enjoy, little miss.”

And you do though you don't tell him and your poker face is A1. However, the steak is savory and juicy, the potatoes are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the beans are salted to perfection. If Geto wasn’t an outlaw, he’d be a great cook.

Though the food is good, your impatience gets the best of you the longer dinner goes on and you can’t enjoy it without your stomach roiling for answers. “Sooo do y’all wanna start talkin’ or should I?” you ask, rather impatient. The men look up at you, still eating. Insead of looking shocked, they look amused. “Well, if you insist on givin’ us the floor,” Gojo chuckles. “Whatcha wanna know?”

You swallow some wae to give you some courage, wishing it was liquor. “Just out of curiosity, as well-known as y’all are, why’d you decide to work with Benji and Valentine?” you ask, getting straight to the point.

Geto is happy to enlighten you as he sips on his water while Gojo finishes chomping on his steak like a wild pig. “When we met Benji, we were young and dirt poor, robbin’ anybody just to eat. One day, we robbed a banquet of rich folks not knowin’ that they were Benji’s people. He beat us to a pulp and had his crew tie us to railroad racks.”

You nearly choke on your piece of steak. Geto shrugs like it’s nothing. “However, he gave us a proposition: he could either kill us or we work for him and pay off our ‘debt’ to him. As two teens with nothin’ to lose, how could we say no?”

“We worked for him for two years, helpin’ him rob banks, beat people up who owed him money, etc, etc,” Gojo adds, “but we never killed no one. That was somethin’ we fused to do…until we had to.” His ocean-blue eyes look down at his water, fiaxating on it. You have a feeling that this is a hurt piece for them, especially when Geto gets up to clean his and Gojo’s empty plates.

You watch him walk to the kitchen in silence, his big boots thudding across the floor. He turns on the sink and begins to soak the dishes in hot water.

“We were in Bull’s Creek chasin’ down a guy that owed Benji money for savin’ his farm,” he explains as the water runs. “He had moved himself and his family into hidin’, but we found ‘em and dragged them all outside, hogtied…includin’ the kids.”

You bite back a gasp, a vision of your small town popping into your head the night your life changed: burning homes and businesses; kids crying for their parents in the street; families beaten in front of their children; your mother’s arms stretched out to you as her neck bursts with blood.

You swallow hard, not sure if you want him to continue, but you listen anyway. “We thought Benji just wanted the husband, but imagine our shock to find out he wanted everyone,” Geto continues as he scrubs one of the plates with a sponge. “Told Gojo and me to put a bullet in all of ‘em, make sure that thee we no survivors that could place his face. In reality, I think he just wanted to test us.”

“And ‘cause he’s a sick motherfucker that gets off on the death of innocents,” Gojo adds. He sounds nonchalant, but you can tell he’s angered by how hard he grips his glass. “We didn’t do it, so he forced us to watch his minions do it. They left their bodies to bake in the sun, not even givin’ the kids a grave.”

You’re silent, processing the awful yet confusing information. Could they really be different from the outlaws like Benji, Valentine, and the ones that destroyed your home? Could these two really have morals?

Geto finally stops cleaning and comes back over to the table. “After we realized how crazy Benji was, we left and haven’t seen him since,” he explains as he sits. “That’s when we made our business targetin’ the baddies across the West and made a name for ourselves. People started comin’ to us for help.”

That explains why so many corrupt people were showing up in the papers, dead. Maybe…just maybe…they could be different.

“So what about Valentine?” you ask, pushing your plate aside. “How’d you meet him?”

Geto leans back in his chair, crossing his leg over the other. “A year ago, he came to us askin’ us for help to get some trafficked money off of a Cherrywood train that was stolen from his land.”

“Such a big, fat fuckin’ lie,” Gojo sighs disappointedly, shaking his head. “But because we were stupid, we said yeah and he agreed to cut us half of the money if we helped him. We teamed up with his crew with no problem, not realizin’ that we had been set up from the jump.”

He then pulls a cigarette and a matchbox out of his pocket. Before he lights it, his blue eyes tick to yours expectantly. "You don't mind?" he asks and you shake your head, so he strikes a match, lights his cig up, and takes a puff. Geto walks over and Gojo passes him the cigarette which he gladly takes a drag of.

When Geto speaks again, you see the entire scene flash in your head down to the last gruesome detail: “As soon as we got on that train, he took everyone hostage, includin’ the conductor. We tried to stop him, but he and his guys massacred every person on that train and then escaped before the train went off the rails. It crashed, but we survived and woke up in a cell.”

He pauses, taking a sip of his water. With Valentine MIA, we were forced to do some time before the sheriff cut us a deal: if we help bag Valentine and keep up good behavior aka no killing, we stay out of prison.”

He shrugs passively. “Seemed easy enough, so we took it and now, here we are with you.” He gives you a smile as does Gojo, warm and friendly despite the horrible, complicated story they told you about Benji’s sadistic ways and being framed by Valentine.

You look between the two of them, even more confused than before. Their smiles fade as they read your expression, probably thinking the worst. You put your hands on the table and interlace them as you lean in toward them. “You barely know me and you’re tellin’ me this,” you point out. “Why?”

The two share a glance, probably not expecting this question. But Geto answers you regardless: “Because we want you to make this decision. We want your help, Y/N, but we won’t force you. If you want to walk out that door, you can.” He juts his chin at the motel door, your exit from this conversation AND possible agreement.

But something, whether it be their honesty or the way they look at you with such genuine warmth, keeps you there. You look down at your hands. They are shaking.

“You wanna know why I want Benji?” you ask, not waiting for a yes. “While it may be a stretch, I believe takin’ him out would let every other fucker on this God-forsaken planet know that their sins and crimes will not go unpunished. It would scare them to know that such a powerful man like Benji the Bandit was taken out by someone, let alone a woman.”

You raise your head to look at Geto and Gojo again, still seeing those genuine, soft gazes.

“I’ll help y’all,” you firmly say, “but on one condition: y’all help me get out of the county and to Willow Springs.”

Gojo raises an eyebrow, confused and curious. “What’s in Willow Springs exactly?” he asks.

You nearly smile at his question, picturing the beautiful town located in the North already. “Freedom,” you answer. “A life without constant runnin’ and dodgin’ the law. A quiet life out of the West…but the only way there is through the Devil’s Trail.”

Aka the hardest, roughest trail in the West. It is known for its treacherous heat, barren, dry lands, and predators lurking around every rock and cactus. There is no way you could ever survive on your own.

You look at Geto, crossing your arms over your bosom. “I thought about what you said: if Valentine does talk, I’ll need the protection, especially on Devil’s Trail. When we catch Benji, you’ll take me to Willow Springs. Then we’ll part ways, forget this ever happened, and live happily ever after.”

You stick your hand out to them, wordlessly asking for a deal. The two share a glance before they each smile. “You’ve got a deal then, little lady,” Geto says before he shakes your hand.

Gojo does the same and you ignore the tiny spark of electricity you feel zip up your arm when you hold each of their leather-covered palms.

“Now let’s get some sleep,” Gojo announces, looking pleased. We’ll need all the rest we can get ‘cause tomorrow will be a long day.” He nods at you, smiling. “But first, you need a room.”

#black fanfic writer #smutty smut #my works #black coded reader #my fic shit #black writers #jjk smut #cowboy gojo #cowboy geto #satosugu #satoru gojo x black!reader #suguru geto x black!reader #cowboy!au #cowboy!geto #cowboy!gojo #poly smut #poly love #enemies to friends to lovers #slow burn romance

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pixelatedraindrops · 9 months ago

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Hello everyone!! Today I grow a year older :3 (and I hate it lmao) FEEL FREE TO REPLY BIRTHDAY WISHES IF YOU WANT :3

So, over the time I've come back here, I've become pretty confident and proud of my once hidden passion about sick characters, sickfics and sick comfort/whump... 🌡️

And you all have been so supportive and sweet despite my weirdness so I thank you for that. You helped me feel more confident in my otherwise weird fixation <3 So, for my birthday I thought I'd try and make up a little drawing challenge for anyone who wants to give it a try... There are soo many talented artists on this site (and in this fandom)

So... It's your turn to target your faves now. You will see how fun it is and hopefully understand why I love doing it so much. 😈🌡️

(plus it's my birthday and I require some sustenance LMAO JKJK)

But yeah anyone can join in. This is just for fun though! You don't have to if you don't want to! I think its okay to ask for some food on my birthday though...right?? X'D So if you wanna do sth for my birthday...then... 👉👈 💦

CHALLENGE BELOW~

DRAW YOUR FAVE ON A SICK DAY CHALLENGE🌡️😷🥵🤧

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(Mmmmkay, I am lying to myself when I say this isn't mostly aimed at the RainCode community... X'D Can't help myself. But anyone can join regardless of the fandom!!)

So here's the challenge and the rules!! (featuring my two main lil targets ofc :3)

Regardless of who it is, put your fave through some sickness hell >:3c I'd love to see it! Make em' as miserable as you want!

destroy them 😈 jkjk XD

If you're in the RainCode community you can target anyone, but as you know, my main targets are Yuma and Makoto. If they're also your faves and who you decide to use, that will make me extra happy!

Some tips for anyone new to drawing a sick day scenario art. A few things that make it look convincing are the following:

Pajamas or Loungewear

Messy Bed Hair

Fever flushed face w sweat or at least a red nose

Tired Eye bags

Shivery body

Ice Pack or a Compress on the head

Thermometer sticking from their mouth

LOTS OF BLANKETS

Tissues or medicine surrounding them

Tea or Soup (or both)

Those are just to name some from the top of my head. If you'd like some pointers on how to make a character look ill, check out my Fever Coloring Guide. This is for digital artists but traditional artists can try it too!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

The scene can be anything you want to, it can be fluffy and wholesome (with a caretaker) it can be angsty, or it can be silly. Its all up to you! Do it for the sake of fluff! Caretaking scenes are the best for any kind of relationship >w<

Either way, have fun with it!! I look forward to see what people make if they decide to give it a try! It doesn't even have to be a full on picture! Doodles and sketches are fine too! Just show me something >w<

(feel free to tag me and say happy b-day and mention my challenge, I am proud to be known for this and would love for many to participate :3) I wanna see you take a go at it :3 Show me your style! :D

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(wow look at me misspelling the word writing on text when I did it fine with my own hands lol)

Now, I know not everyone can draw...

Well never fear! I accept writing as well! ✍️✍️✍️

(hi vivia lol sorry for giving you a cold, at least you have an excuse to read and do nothing now haha x3)

Sickfics are one of the biggest things I live for! Any little drabbles or full fics with more than one chapter are welcome! Again target who you want any fandom you want, but I'll def be super happy if you make a RainCode fic. And even happier if you target my faves as well, but again, anything will do! Just make a cute story about your fave being miserable and being tended to! Trust me, it's super fun!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

Feel free to post your writing here and tag me or mention my AO3!

If you need a start to your fic, look on my blog for illness prompts! Maybe it can help give you a good start or give some inspiration! (thats why I share 'em :3)

I look forward to anything you try to write!

That's about all!! I hope you decide to participate! ✨

Good luck, have fun, and godspeed you future whumpers! 😈

(nah jk XD)

AGAIN THIS IS FOR FUN! NO PRRSSURE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!

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invisibleraven · 7 months ago

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"Let's burn it down." for Willex, please and thank you

"Do you ever wonder about where your parents are?"

Alex looked over to Willie who was still gazing up at the clouds, trying to find weird shapes in them. Meaning the question caught hima little off guard since the last one involved if he saw the bunny or not. He rumenanted on it for a moment. "Not really. My parents were... less than supportive once I came out. They made it very clear that if I didn't change I would be on my own."

"Man they suck," Willie spat. "You deserved better."

Alex shrugged at that-for how full of homophobia his parents were they never denied him his meds and his drums like Luke's parents or beat him up like Reggie's folks. And up until he came out they were pretty good parents-cool with nearly everything as long as he kept his grades up and went to church every week.

"I don't really think about them much. The guys and Julie are my family now, and they're all I need," Alex hummed. "What about yours?"

"I never knew my parents," Willie admitted. "Grew up in group homes, went from foster to foster, then ran away before I aged out and then well...you know the rest. I figured they wanted better for me or didn't have a choice in giving me up."

"I'm sorry," Alex said quietly.

"Don't be," Willie shook his head with a smile. "I had a kickass childhood full of fun people and seeing the country, it's all good. Might have been nice to have one home though. Guess I wanted to see yours."

"I mean, I don't think my folks are there any more, but I can show you where I grew up," Alex offered, giving Willie a hand with a grin.

"Cool beans."

They poofed to the manicured little subdivision that Alex knew like the back of his hand. The same familiar identical lawns, the same pastel siding, the same rows of trees that were allowed by the HOA. It was like nothing had changed in 25 years-like it was stuck in time.

He and Willie held hands as he showed him the houses that belonged to his neighbours, none of whom had kids his own age. Then the butter yellow house that had been his. The mailbox at the end still bore the name Mercer-but that didn't mean anything, it was a common last name.

"Let's go inside," Willie suggested.

A niggling feeling climbed Alex's spine as they phased through the door. The reason why became immediately apparent as he took in the decor. Sure, some of had been updated, but he knew that crucifix affixed to the wall, the needlepoint pillows, the wedding photo of stern, taciturn faces.

"They're still here," he breathed out.

He let go of Willie's hand, wandering the halls. New paint adorned the walls, the couch was updated, but the knick-knacks that littered the mantlepiece were the same, down to the crystal duck with the chipped beak that he had broken when he was seven.

He looked at what was missing though-the pictures of him. There was no evidence he ever lived here. No baby albums, no photos on the wall. Even his room was a by the numbers guest room.

"They erased me."

"Let's burn it down," Willie said.

"What?" Alex exclaimed, too startled to wipe away the stray tear. "We're not burning it down!"

"Why not?' Willie asked, fully sincere. "They made it so their only child never existed, even after he died just because he was gay. Why not send them a little reminder?"

"Oh yeah, a big 'Alex was here and queer' right on the lawn," Alex joked.

"Now you get it!" Willie giggled,

"I'm good without the arson," Alex admitted. "I left here long before I died. And you were right-I deserved better. So they deserve to live without my memory. Fuck 'em."

"Fuck 'em," Willie agreed, offering him his hand. "You wanna go watch me do ollies in Beiber's pool?"

"Only if you don't try and make me do them with you again," Alex replied, taking his hand.

"No promises," Willie grinned and they poofed away, haunting the Mercer house no more.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willex #julie and the phantoms

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cowgurrrl · 1 year ago

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I've been rotting away in bed all weekend recovering from a cold and I made the mistake of rereading some parts of OFTM and I miss them so much 😭 how's our favorite famous duo doing? I can't stop thinking about reader having to defend/support joel for whatever reason, but it's with the vibe of this meme LMAO like that is HER man, how dare people say anything about him

J!!! I love this request!! Thank you for sending it in and I’m sorry it took so long 🩷

Girls on Film

Pairing: rockstar!joel x actress!reader

Summary: this ask

Warnings: unedited because you can’t make me, discussions of toxic behavior, language, Joel being a dilf, June once again not knowing how to properly end a fic, I think that’s it??

Joel is protective of his kids. Sometimes, a little too much, in your opinion but you didn’t marry him because he does things half-way. With each new addition to the family, his papa bear instincts grew and grew. And if you’re being completely honest, his protectiveness and love for his kids is part of the reason why you ended up with five kids to begin with.

When he was giving his interview to People during his Sexiest Man Alive shoot, he was asked what accomplishment of his he’s most proud of. Without missing a beat, he said, “my family.” He went into what little detail you use to talk about the kids in a public setting, even getting a little misty-eyed in the process. The second the crew was out of your house, you nearly jumped his bones right then and there. You found out you were pregnant with the girls about two months later.

So, yeah, he’s a great dad, and it’s super hot. Whatever. It’s universally known within your family that there’s almost nothing he wouldn’t do for his kids. He just loves them with everything he has and wants them to live full and happy lives. Which is fine until he bears his claws in public.

Following a particularly problematic documentary with some of today’s biggest stars, Joel was more than ready to say what had been on his mind when an interviewer stopped him on a red carpet and asked, “are there any people in the music industry you wouldn’t let your daughters date?” The daughters in question were never specified but it’s either between his married thirty-one year old, his lesbian (also married) twenty-eight year old, or his three year old twins. He wasn’t comfortable thinking about any option.

“My kids are free to date anyone they want, but we have a strict no assholes policy in our house.” He said and the interviewer raised her eyebrows. “Like I wouldn’t let ‘em date any of those idiots from that documentary.”

“Why do you say that?” The interviewer asked and Joel shrugged.

“My kids deserve better than some fucker in black eyeliner claimin’ to save rock ‘n roll when all he’s doing is being a sexist pig who makes shitty music.” By the time his words reached your ears, it was too late to stop him. The clip from the interview was making the rounds before you can even get home.

Paul, his poor, poor manager of several years, reaches out to him the next morning to ask if he wants to make a statement, amends, anything to smooth this over. Joel curtly responds to his long email with a short, “no,” and that ends the conversation. What’s even worse if you can’t even argue with him. He’s right. You’ve seen first hand how people in the music industry treat each other and it’s awful. Why should he be the one who gets shit on because he spotlighted other people’s behavior?

You are able to dodge questions, paparazzi, and others wanting to know the inside scoop for weeks until you feel yourself getting just as frustrated as Joel was. Leave it to the press to want the wife to offer explanation for her husband’s actions. It isn’t until you get an offer from Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen that you agree to even think about saying anything.

That night, Joel stays home with the kids and watches you walk out on stage with Carolina in a long bell bottoms, platform wedges, and your (Joel’s) favorite vintage band shirt. You and Carolina hug Andy and get some initial questions answered but it doesn’t take long before the subject turns to Joel.

“Now, I know everything’s been very hush, hush but Joel started a lot of discourse online about the music industry. What can you tell us about what he said?” He asks and you nod, smiling and playing with your wedding ring.

“That’s been like the question of the month, hasn’t it?” You joke to break the ice. “Look, I think we all saw the same documentary. We all heard what those men said and to act like we didn’t is, honestly, kind of ridiculous. Joel knows the industry better than I do and he knows that nothing is going to change unless you call out the people making it miserable for younger kids.”

“So, you agree with what he said?”

“One hundred percent. He was right that we have a no assholes policy for our kids but, other than that, we really don’t have rules about their dating lives,” you say. “And I think he was right to call out those guys. It’s not fair that they get protected by their little boys club and that just has to be the way things go. I think it’s bullshit.”

“You seem to feel passionately about this.” Andy says and you nod.

“Well, it’s not just because people are coming after my husband. It’s because we’ve both seen what any toxic environment can do to people which is why he owns his own label now.”

“And it’s doing very well. He just signed one of the biggest breakout stars of the year, didn’t he?”

“He did. And you know why it’s doing so well?” You ask, leaning in like you’re about to tell him a secret. “Because he doesn’t sign assholes. He doesn’t put his name next to theirs. He doesn’t even want to be associated with them because for as much as it’s his name, it’s also my name and our kids’ names. So, people can say whatever they want about what Joel said but I will support him and his mission and when his artists start winning Grammy’s and spots in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, we won’t even remember the names of the people who got fifteen minutes of fame and a shitty sound bite to show for themselves.” You say and somewhere in California, Joel nearly jumps out of his seat with excitement, praising you like you’re there with him.

The second you walk off stage, your phone lights up with Joel’s contact photo and you laugh as you answer it. “Will you marry me?” He asks before you can even say hello.

“I’m assuming you saw the show.”

“Saw it? Baby, I recorded it,” he says. “When are you comin’ home?”

“Tomorrow. You’re supposed to pick me up, remember?” You ask and he groans.

“You ain’t allowed to be that sexy on TV across the country.”

“Keep it your pants, cowboy. I’ll be home soon.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He sighs dejectedly like a ten-year-old.

When you get back to California the next day, the discourse has been put to rest and Joel is almost giddy when he watches you come down the escalator. The flowers in his hand get crushed when you hug him tight and let him kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years. “Where are my children?” You ask when he finally pulls away and he smirks.

“With Ryan. The kids wanted to have a play date.”

“So, the house is empty?”

“And clean.”

“Joel Miller, will you marry me?” You echo his question from earlier and he laughs.

Then, like a perfect gentleman, he takes your suitcase, opens doors for you, and drive you home to properly fuck the shit out of you. (Author’s note: I want to put <3 right here so mf bad but I won’t because I’m a professional. PS old man rockstar!joel fucks severely. PPS it’s canon because I say so)

#one for the money two for the show #rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader #rockstar!joel miller #the last of us au #tlou au #joel miller au #joel miller fluff #joel miller series #joel miller the last of us #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller

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justwinginglife · 3 months ago

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Not a request!! 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻

Okay what should I call you? Wing?

But I really wanted to share something..

Like I wanna feed my delusions after having a brainrot of this anime called Windbreaker because I gotta sip a Soshiro content or two before I continue dealing with people and all but yes I have said enough.

HAHAHAHAHA BUT LIKE... A TS SONG. EY

The Alchemy is so on hit when Olympics is a hype but what about applying that song to Soshiro?

Cheers chanted, cause they said There was no chance, trying to be The greatest in the league Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me Touch down Call the amateurs and Cut 'em from the team Ditch the clowns, get the crown Baby I'm the one to beat

Like what ifff Soshiro finally promoted as a Vice-Captain while y/n or reader or you, is like been supporting him in his cadet and officer years. He's been training with others and himself to the bone, working hard just to meet the expectations of Mina. Like we know that's his lifeline and he's working and working and working. Of course there will be some breakdowns and self doubts but like you're there and cheering him in your ways. When his suit finally hits to 90%+ of unleashed combat thingy, he didn't know that at first. Maybe he's too focused on fighting? Like what he did with his number 10 and hitting 100. Even he got told that he did, there could be a voice inside of him telling that he's satisfied with his Platoon Leader role as long as he can serve Mina. Soshiro knows that he's a candidate for Vice-Captain but self-doubt here and self-doubt there. There are a lot of Platoon Leaders and capable of having that Vice-Captain role so like he's "Ih I don't know about that..." But when Mina marched her way to him and announced that he's going to be Vice-Captain, he's just waiting for the captain to finish telling what he's going to do, announcing his feats and that. When she did, Soshiro just instantly running towards you and hugged you. Like a typical kdrama romance thing or smth, he spun you around and whispering sweet murmurs of thank yous while you're there, confused. You've been supporting him despite those criticisms or with his up and down self-esteem either you know his struggles or not completely and it's like he's running towards to his wife giddy and telling her that he got promoted and stuff.

"I'm a Vice-Captain now.", "Oh wow holly sh' you deserve that." Like dang we don't need our spouses to become an athlete or sort to have this "These chemicals hit me like white wine" moments. Our bae have goals to achieve and instead of "This happens once every few lifetimes", there's a lot to come when it comes to Soshiro. What if your strict parents finally give her blessings to him? Ey? Ey.🤺🤺 I mean— Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

Hope you have a good day luvie!! 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Omg hello again bestie! I go by Hannah. Also, I always love hearing your thoughts! This was a very sweet interpretation of the song, which btw is one of my fav songs on the TTPD album, I totally have The Alchemy stuck in my head now that we're talking about it! LOL. And I love the idea of Soshiro just running up to us any time he has an achievement, like it's the first thing he does, and it's so adorable. I want to shower him with love so bad, I wanna tell him he's enough, I wanna tell him I'm proud of him and he did good. Like my baby needs to hear that, he needs to know he's done enough, he's done his best. Sweet baby Soshiro, I love you. Thank you for blessing me with your thoughts.

#han's musings #han's inbox

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mr-celestial-writings · 1 month ago

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Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba, Haru and Sumire? Thank you!

You got it, Anon! I hope Gender Neutral reader is okay!

Paring(s): Ann Takamaki, Makoto Nijima, Futaba Sakura, Haru Okumura, Sumire Yoshizawa x GN! Reader

Trigger Warnings: Spoilers for Persona 5, Spoilers for Persona 5 Royal

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Ann Takamaki:

She often brings you out on shopping dates. Even if you two don't by anything, it's the most common date.

Quality Time and Gift Giving are her love languages. I think the more she cares about you the more she wants to be around you. After all, we see her spend a lot of time with Shiho and Joker. And if you just so happen

If you two were together before Kamoshida's change of heart, you and Shiho were her supports. You stayed with her despite the rumors, and the Phantom Thieves absolutely gave you the shovel talk after they changed Kamoshida's heart.

I Think Ann would have Stern Boundaries. Especially after Kamoshida. She would not let you push them. She would also respect yours.

She is far from weak, she can fight her own battles. But if she see's you getting protective after she was cat called... Well just don't hurt 'em too bad, okay babe?

Has dragged you to photoshoots for moral support, will do it again.

Makoto Nijima:

The Queen (hehe) Of Study Dates. She wants you to be ready, and at the very best you can be. Can you fault her?

Words of Affirmation and Acts of service. Tied into her own Trauma. She hates feeling useless, she doesn't want that for you either.

I highly doubt you two were dating before the Phantom Thieves changed Kaneshiro's heart. She was too busy and obsessive with her task at the time, and she was trying to prove herself to be useful.

She has her boundaries, and she will not hesitate to enforce them. She will also encourage you to do the same.

She very much has told people off for catcalling her. She was even prepared to through a few punches. It's rare, though. You don't really feel worried.

Futaba Sakura:

Do you want to learn how to play video games and Featherman lore? No? Too damn bad because Futaba's idea of a date is plopping herself in your lap like Morgana A Cat and blab your ear off. You love it.

Quality Time is the way she expresses her love. She's still learning the world and how to manage with her social anxiety, and still coming out of her shell. For her, spending time together is how she goes.

Another person who you would not be in a relationship Pre-Palace. She would probably know about you though because you most likely hung out with Joker a lot.

She left you alone with Sojiro once for half an hour, when she came back you were nearly in tears and Sojiro was brewing Coffee. you learned that Sojiro does not fuck around when it comes to his daughter that day.

She has trouble communicating, so you gotta double check her boundaries. Actively make you you aren't crossing any lines because she will not tell you if you are.

She got catcalled once, and she just stood by as you beat the shit out of the guy. She cheered you on.

Haru Okumura:

Sweet Girl is still learning to navigate the world on her own, without her Father's influence. So you lead the charge on dates. You normally take her to cozy cafes and bookstores.

Gift Giving and Words of Affirmation are how Haru shows her love. She doesn't want you to feel unappreciated, especially with all you do for her.

You two wouldn't be dating before Okumura's Shutdown, but you two would be close friends! Probably her only friend away from her father's influence.

You didn't actively try and date her immediately after her father died, in fact you didn't even ask her out! It was about 2 months after what happened, and she asked you out. She giggled at your flustered expression as you stuttered out a yes.

You have beaten the shit out of her ex-fiance multiple times. He has tried to sue you, multiple times. Every Lawsuit falls through, for some reason.

You help her establish her boundaries. You respect them like you need to in order to breath.

Sumire Yoshizawa:

You love her for her. Kasumi, Sumire. You just love her. No amount of Maruki's powers will ever change that.

Your Dates would probable be random. No set schedule or theme. She'll just text you if you want to go out, and then you two would end up at the park somehow.

Words of Affirmation and Acts of Service. She just... needs to feel useful. She loves you and she wants you to never doubt that!

If you two were dating before the accident and before Maruki, you and Kasumi would have gotten along great! Cheering her on and helping her confidence. If you two started dating post accident and her becoming Kasumi, you would still love her after the reveal.

You have prepared to square up with any and all catcallers, Sumire has had to talk you down more times than she could count. She appreciates the thought, but she would rather not have her anchor sitting in jail.

You help her work through her problems and set up healthy boundaries. You also encourage her to talk through what she's feeling so you can better help her.

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#headcanon #persona #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #ann takamaki #makoto niijima #futaba sakura #haru okumura #sumire yoshizawa #x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader

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knifvd · 11 months ago

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quick , obligatory new year's eve post . thank you to everyone for always being so kind , accomodating , and amazing to me and welcoming me back from my third blog once again :pleading: . you guys make me so happy to write and i can't wait to continue to do so into the new year . i'm gonna b a little gay after this , but i want to give a special thanks 2 these people .

@killerhubby ori , my love . thank u for being one of the main reasons i continue to write and come back to tumblr . i've only known u for a couple months but it feels like years , and now we're married and i pocket sage you ? we're clearly 4lyfers and i ripped up the return reciept . you're mine ( and im urs ) forever n ever . icb i used to be afraid of u , but i'm so so blessed 2 have u in my life . here's to u moving in w me so i can finally pee on ur desk ( real ) i can't wait to continue to write and hang out with u more . thank u for helping me feel safe and loved nd welcome . love u lotsa .

@stamour god we need to get off this godforsaken app LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO but somehow we always come back to each other . thank you for turning away whenever i bring aiko back from the dead for the 30th time and always always indulging with me and making fun of the rpc w me . i'm so glad to have made a friend like you and making this site bearable . okay lets go just send each other inboxes and never do threads threads are overrated <3

@solivcgant mochi . i love you . you've seen me through it all and i am so BLESSED to have met u and for you to always put up with my shit . i love writing and talking with you and you always follow me even though ive been through a billion blogs . you're always a pleasure to write with and talk to and i appreciate you not giving up on me when i take forever and a day to respond . xoxo ily

@daemonry god they've been friends for too long but hi we still need to sprint it on some LEAGUE together ( real ) but you're always super fun to talk to and write with , so thank you for putting up with me and all my stupid muses .

@valhiir em... my love ... my one connection to the league community ... you're an AMAZING writer i know i still owe you that soraka reply but ill give it to you soon . thank you for always checking up on me and messaging me even though you don't have to and ive been awol for thirteen years :sob: i cant wait to write more with you in this upcoming year and force u to adc for me ( mwahahahha ) ...

@galaxythixf NOVAAA aa i absolutely adore writing with you and talking with you ooc , thank you for letting me scream in your ear about any little thing whether it be something abt life , val , our muses , anything . heres to playing val and all the angst in the future for us !

and ofc , shouts out to @ferinehuntress , @florspinae , @puckish-rogue , @tealsteel , @dimensionalspades , @un1awful , @todestochter & @pinkminxed for putting up with me spamming u with silly questions , chatting with me ooc when i'm a scared little weenie and writing with me . here's to writing more in the future <3

and of course , last but not least , you , the person reading this . thank you for being here and supporting me while i attempt to be active and explore my muses . i cant wait to get to know all of you and write with you more . and with that being said .

pees on 2024's desk . thank you for coming to my ted talk .

♥ love , bunny

#bunny speaks ‚ ooc.#long post /#ask 2 tag #hygiene /

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queen-scribbles · 6 months ago

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[hand holding prompts] i’ll toss 17. holding hands while skating to any of the wayhaven girls/their AU counterparts, but if any of the brainkids skate and want to jump on it, go for that! :) -em

Okay, so, I'll definitely try to fill this with a Wayhaven girlie too(I have a couple ideas >:3), BUT this is one I've been meaning to do with Annelise/Yacov since I pinned the post, so they go first. --

"Annelise."

They're halfway to the rink when Yacov stops, pulls her to the side, clasping her hands in his.

She looks at him, brows arched in encouragement.

"I... have a request..." he pauses and Annelise waits him out, "while we're here, can we not dwell on... any of it? Just be us?"

He doesn't elaborate 'it' but doesn't need to. The list is long and intimately familiar to them both.

"You want me to pretend to be normal?" Annelise teases, and Yacov gives her a look, but it does sound lovely.

No Keeper nonsense. No Frostbite, no magical politics or nymphs, nothing about his past or her stress. Just Annelise and Yacov. For a few hours, before they rejoin the others.

"That's a good plan," she says, gives a matching smile when his lips curve in relief. "Far as it's in my power, we can be ordinary college students, taking advantage of ordinary free time to go on an ordinary date." Not Keeper and Wraith, not anything shaped by who--what--they are, just ordinary. Normal.

"Thank you, Annelise," he says softly, leaning his forehead against hers.

She stifles a giggle at how far he bends to do it. "Of course." Even if it wasn't something that sounded appealing, it's for Yacov. She likes him quite a lot. (Honestly loves, but since she isn't a normal ordinary college student, she's more than a little afraid of what labeling it with that l-word will mean.) "We should get going," she murmurs, "or the line will be absurd."

Yacov chuckles, "Thank you," whispering again in her ear as his lips just brush her skin when he pulls back.

Annelise shivers, pretty sure it's not the wintery breeze, as she nods. She draws up their joined hands, kisses his knuckles, both hands, before letting go of one and tugging him into motion again by the other.

Yacov's cheeks are faint pink and she's pretty sure the cold isn't responsible for that, either.

They walk, holding hands, in companionable silence. The rink isn't overwhelmingly busy, which is a relief. Annelise wonders, as she laces up her skates, what they'll talk about with all the usual subjects off the table.

"Have you done this before?" Yacov asks, watching her. "Gone ice skating?"

"Once, when I was maybe five or six?" Annelise wrinkles her nose. "Nothing recent enough to count as experience. How 'bout you?"

"Quite a bit when I was younger. For... agility." When he doesn't elaborate, she knows it's tied to one of the things they're Not Talking About.

"Does this mean I can ask you for pointers?" Annelise jokes, grinning up at him after tying the second lace.

"Whatever you need." Yacov holds out a hand, sincerity and a depth beyond the actual words shining in his clear grey eyes.

Annelise takes his hand and lets him help her balance as she gets to her feet. She teeters, stumbles, shuffles as she starts off, and his long slender fingers grip her hand, firm and steady, quiet reassurance and suggestions murmured so only she hears. Once she has some sense of what she's doing, he lets her go to try on her own, though near the wall so the rail is within grabbing distance. Smart man.

She's distracted from her concentration on shifting her feet, the timing to coast on momentum, when she looks up and sees him.

Moving on his own(and not slowed by his skating-novice-girlfriend), Yacov looks angelic he's so graceful. Annelise is entranced--and pretty sure 'quite a bit' was downplaying. But she can't ask without breaking her promise for now, so she just... watches. Enjoys seeing him even sort of relaxed.

Until a large shadow rears in her peripheral vision and she flinches away from the support column her slow coast almost ran her into. She loses her balance, of course. Sits down hard. She's struggled halfway back to her feet--with help from the rail--by the time Yacov reaches her.

"Are you alright?" His hands is on her arm to steady her the rest of the way.

"I'm fine, Yacov," she promises, though she can feel the sting of scars from the latest hellhound attack; almost-healed but protesting at stretching too far. "Nothing hurt but my pride."

"Good." Yacov tugs her hat straight, golden yarn against dark blue hair that's starting to frizz.

Annelise smiles her gratitude. "Maybe I need help a little longer?" Why is it so easy to ask for help in this, but insist on shouldering everything else alone?

His hand is around hers again almost before she finishes asking. He holds it differently this time, his palm to her knuckles, their gloves making it awkward when his fingers settle between hers. But Yacov pays it no mind, his arm coming to rest around her waist. "As long as you need."

Annelise knows he means it, for more than skating, and it makes her l... like him more.

She does, eventually get better at this with help.

#queens fic #annelise brady #yacov vasilyev #annelise/yacov #kotdan #kotsam #kdn

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archangeldyke-all · 5 months ago

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Hey Angel! First, gotta say a big thank you again for all the amazing Sevika content you bring us! I've only been here a short while and you make me excited every time I go to check for any updates!

I wanted to ask if you have any tips for an aspiring Sev fanfic writer? Your writing has inspired me so much I'm thinking about doing a few things on my own here and there! I've been writing for about 10 years now, but I've never posted anything before. (And even tho I've had my account for a while, I barely know how to actually use Tumblr lol)

omg this is amazing to hear!!! i do have a few tips, but before i give 'em to you, my biggest piece of advice is to have fun!! be goofy, post your silly headcanons, make sevika act ooc if you want-- it's not super serious, we're all just here because we love her, and even if you think something is stupid: if it makes you smile it'll probably make a ton of other people smile too.

sometimes when i hit a block, i like to watch the compilations or edits of her on youtube, or re-read some of my fave fics, or scroll thru fan art of her on tumblr and pinterest-- seeing her in action always inspires me and sparks something inside of me.

when it comes to posting on tumblr, the 'keep reading' function is super helpful when you're posting something longer, and it'll keep your blog easy to navigate. you can insert it just by adding a line break and using the far right icon, it looks like two straight lines with a zig zag line between them. hashtags are super useful too, but make sure you keep them specific to your writing. (like don't tag a sevika x reader fic with the #arcane tag, because then fans who are just looking for show content will stumble upon your stuff-- and that's usually where people who aren't super supportive and pleasant come from lol)

and finally: don't stress the small stuff! i think as writers, we are constantly fighting with the perfectionism demon that makes us want to make everything polished and perfect before we let other people read it. what's always helpful for me is to remember that this is for fun! my writing is for people who love sev just as much as i do-- they're not going to be upset if they catch a typo or grammatical or lore error, they're just happy to be reading content about their fave! (to keep myself from becoming obsessive over the little reqs i do, i usually limit my re-reads to once or twice, and then i just let them be once i post 'em! if i notice a blatant typo, i'll change it, but besides that i usually leave the mistakes so i can get more comfortable with posting mistakes in my writing)

#hope this helped!!! so excited to read your stuff!!! <33333333

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vivisviolets · 3 months ago

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K.M.N. ✨

she/ her🫧

bisexual 🌈

3 fav things -

my daughter 👧

collecting, it could be anything that interests me like cards and makeup and fashion stuff 💄

mangoes, fkn love em! 🥭

thank u in advance :)) 💕💘🩷💕💘

KMN ✨📸💗 ₊✧ﾟKing of Wands (reversed), Four of Swords, Five of Pentacles (reversed), King of Pentacles, The Emperor (reversed) (bottom of deck)

₊✧ﾟ444, 555, 456 (someone’s phone digits?), earth placements, Taurus/Capricorn/Virgo/Gemini placements, Mercury dominant, water placements (4th/7th/8th house, Venus, Mars, Moon, etc), yoga/meditation/tai chi class, local grocery store, cashier, hairline, slight age/maturity difference (*not toxic), thrifted fabric, old magazines, 80s/90s/2000s, channeled song, Drag Me Out - Kah Lo (Billen Ted remix)

₊✧ﾟHello beauty!! Let me just get into it~ I’m picking up a possible past relationship, some connection that energetically has a lot of “history” to it, and not good energy either. it is something that really triggered a lot of growth for you. technically the Emperor in reverse is a bonus card, as the King of Pentacles should have been at the bottom of the deck, I feel a possible return of some past relationship (coming as the Emperor in reverse), whether it's a specific person (the ex I was channeling) or it just energetically returning in some form (financial struggles, certain triggers, etc-), but you will grow from it, as you have done before- as it is in your life again as divine testing. and I see it being strangely connected to your fs/partner arriving in your life, like as this energy rears its ugly head, this person will be making their way towards you.

this person will arrive rather unexpectedly in your life, it will happen when you are not “on the lookout” for a specific type of person to appear, so when they show up (let's say you meet in a grocery store, or work, someplace where expectations are low yet you’ll look back and realize “oh my god, they showed up in my life completely out of nowhere!”-), the way God/the universe is forming this, is instead of you expecting anything, you will instead be in a "receiving" energy, for someone to prove themselves to you. they may have similarities to an ex situation, this could be in physical appearance, but I’m mainly hearing personality- hear me out on this! again, this is all going according to plan. -this person is meant to prove to you, how they can grow beyond any past situation you were in. It’s giving a diamond in the rough, a bit like Aladdin- fun, but has potential-), they are truly willing to work through these problems- they have excitable energy, and meeting you will be what motivates them to channel that energy toward improving everything in their life- for you. (now I’m hearing The Reason by hoobastank😭 “and the reason is you”). they love you, a lot. you are the apple of their eye, you are so sweet and perfectly made~

I see you two going out together once you’re both beginning to show interest in one another, like walking around your town/city (this person may be “new in town”), you’ll have conversations very easily and both view each other with this mutual appreciation right away, especially one-on-one. you’ll both have similar interests in style, I’m seeing thrifting and fabric stores and old patterns~ I also see they really want to take you out to socialize in some place more fancy/fun to see you all glammed/glittered up, like a bar/club, a community event, or a roller rink- also places where your child can come! I see you’ll both fit into each other’s lives very easily, and you'll be further curious about each other and how your backgrounds may be similar- and I’m seeing no matter the future of this connection, you’ll still both be supportive of one another. but this person does wish to build stability, and give it to you. because their heart is that of a provider- and that inner desire they have will be divinely tested when they meet you, -they'll see you as someone they want to build loyalty with.. they want to bring beautiful things to you and create them with you 🧡🌷- they want to make (and furnish) a beautiful home, for the both of you, and the future ahead.

*i hope this was helpful my darling~ consider leaving a tip on my patreon if you enjoyed, or following to become a violet~ sending you on your way, bye bye!!*

#୨୧┈♡ vi post #୨୧┈♡ vi text #ok~#take what resonates and leave the rest!! and thank you so much for participating #this energy i channeled i don’t think i’ll ever get over it was so warm and wonderful-#and honestly this might be the favorite in terms of the rest of the tarot game readings #we’ll see but i loved this. been in my head for dayyys lol #tarot game

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 11 days ago

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Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Writer's Note: Hey, y'all!! Soooo originally, I planned to have this story finished last month but finishing homework for class & writing Halloween projects took up a lot of my time. So I'm finishing this story this month! I have three updates for y'all today & I'll be updating the last three chapters next week. Thank you all for your patience & continued support. Love you! Enjoy! -Jazz

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NINETEEN: AIN’T TOO PROUD TO BEG.

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You lie in bed in the pink dawn coming through your window, your body throbbing with need.

Your bed is soaked in sweat that isn’t just from the summer heat. Even your loose satin slip can’t afford you any relief. Your sheets have been tossed off of you, your own doing from the night before, and your hair is wrapped protectively in a satin wrap that is now soaked in sweat.

You ignore the way your body feels, paying no mind to the throb between you legs. Helping yourself out wouldn’t do much for you anyway. It never has…no since that night.

Once again, you’ve awakened from your hot, forbidden dream of you squished between the two men you’ve forbidden yourself from loving, limbs tangled, lips locked, hips grinding against one another. You can still hear their moans and taste them on your tongue despite them just being apparitions created by your own horny ass mind.

For the last two days, these fantasies are all that you have of the duo despite them living in the same house as you. But from the way things have been since the hoedown Friday night, they may as well just be ghosts of your past that continue to haunt you. If it weren’t for the conversations you’ve heard them have with your parents, you’d think they were gone.

For the last two days since the party, Geto and Gojo haven’t spoken to you. They pretty much keep to themselves now, purposely waking up before you do or leaving the house while you’re in it. Whether it’s to fetch supplies from town or help your papa in the farm, they avoid you at all costs. At night, it gets no better. You often hear them whisper to each other in their bedroom, but you don’t ever try to speak to them.

It really fucking hurts, but you’re no better. You’ve been avoiding them too since that embarrassing night. You make excuses to eat in your room during mealtimes or take your horse for rides in an effort to be away from them. You busy yourself helping your parents to distract yourself from the nagging thoughts of that night. It’s been a war for the past two days and you’re quickly losing.

The truth is you don’t feel bad about what you did with the Gunslingers. And that’s what makes you feel bad. You know that that night was a mistake, that you never should’ve allowed yourself to get involved with your partners.

But despite this logic, you also can’t deny how right it felt being with them in such a lewd, primal way. They knew all of your favorite spots just by paying attention to your body. They knew how to kiss and touch you. Even when you showered that night, you wished you could’ve kept their scent on you.

As much as you want to talk to them, you don’t want to be the first one to do so. You’ve got your pride. Plus, what good would it do? You can’t be with men like them. It just wouldn’t work. “Dammit,” you sigh, sitting up in bed. Time to go for a ride.

You leave your bed, shower, and dress in your riding boots, shorts, and a loose tunic before heading out to the barn. Eren is the only one awake when you venture outside to the barn, tending to the chickens that cluck and sing in the dawn. He looks over at you when you step into the barn. “Hey, you,” he chirps, a smile on his face. “Whatcha doin’ up so early?”

Tryin’ to clear my head and distract myself over the amazing sex I had with my partners that may never happen again because we won’t talk to each other and everything’s a mess.

“Oh,” you sigh. “Just wanted to take a ride, but I’d rather fix y’all breakfast. Any fresh eggs?”

Eren nods at the basket of eggs he picked earlier. Silently, you go over and begin plucking some out, placing them in your dress. The air is tense, thick with unsaid words. Eren awkwardly clears his throat. “So how’d you sleep?” he asks.

You resist the urge to sigh. “Pretty good,” you reply. You know he’s trying to avoid asking you about the elephant in the room. He’s been trying all weekend.

You almost wish he would stop and just say it…until he does. “YN, darlin’,” he begins. “I know you may not wanna talk about this none, but…well, it’s eatin’ at your mother and I. It has been since Friday night.”

You finally wither and turn to him, looking into his firm gaze. “Pappa–”

“I don’t care about you bein’ with this boys because you’re a grown woman,” he continues, putting up a weathered hand. “You can make decisions on your own. But I need to know that you’re okay and that them Gunslingers are bein’ good to you.” He fixes you with a look that says, ‘Don’t lie to me.’

But how can you, his daughter, in good conscious tell him about your complicated relationship with the same men that saved your life?

“Papa,” you firmly say, “there’s nothin’ goin’ on between us. We’re just friends and that’s it. Friday night was just a result of some pride BS.” You don’t mention the sex, but you have a feeling that he already knows.

He raises one brow beneath his hat and sizes you up before he puts up his hands in defense. “Alright,” he says. “I’ll leave it at that then.” You sigh in relief, glad to hear that. You hope it lasts.

“Well, me and your mama are goin’ out later. We’ll be makin’ a short travel to the county next door to deliver some goods and make a sale, so you and the men will be holdin’ down the fort till next mornin’.”

You blink at him, your stomach turning. So you’ll be in the house with Geto and Gojo alone for the next 24 hours? Why don’t you trust yourself with that? “Okay then,” you say. “And yes, before you ask, I’ll be okay. I know how to cook and shoot.” Eren chuckles, the previous conversation forgotten.

For the rest of the day, you help your mom pack and see her and your papa off that afternoon. They’ve already got their wooden cart full of goods (fresh eggs, herbs, vegetables, baked pasteries, etc.) plus their luggage. Eren sits on the bench behind his horse, petting its mane.

“Yuri, c’mon!” he shouts from the driver’s seat. “This horse ain’t gon’ drive the cart itself!”

Yuri glares at her husband, standing in her traveling outfit of a floral dress and a hat. “Hang on, Mr. Bossy! I’m just makin’ sure our daughter is feelin’ comfortable bein’ here by herself.” You smile down at your mom, squeezing her shoulder. “Mama, I’m fine and I won’t be alone.” Unfortunately.

“Yes, but I need to feel comfortable as your mama.” She gives you a firm stare and you know you’re about to get a pop quiz. “Now, what do you need to do before sundown?” she asks.

You remember the rundown she gave you during breakfast this morning while Geto and Gojo were showering. “Make sure all the animals are fed,” you automatically answer.

She nods, pleased. “And what do you do before bed?”

“Lock all of the doors and windows, and make sure the stove is cut off.”

“And where are the guns?”

“In your closet in a black box under your old wedding dress.”

Yuri smiles with pride. “Good girl,” she praises you, squeezing your shoulders. She then leans in to whisper in your ear as if she has a secret. “And if you ever feel uncomfortable, go to a neighbor’s and call us. We’ll come right home.”

You know she’s referring to Geto and Gojo. Though being alone with them makes you nervous due to the sexual tension simmering between you now, you know that they won’t do anything you’d be uncomfortable with. You trust them. But you don’t trust yourself anymore.

“I’ll be fine, Mama,” you assure her. “Don’t you worry ‘bout me. Now go before Papa leaves without you.”

Yuri smiles and hugs you tight against her. “I love you,” she murmurs. “We’ll call when we arrive.”

She finally heads off to join Eren on the cart and with one snap of the leather reins, the horse takes off. You wave as the horse totters off up the trail with them, both of your parents waving back even when they get farther and farther away. When they finally disappear into the horizon, you hurry to do your chores now in an effort to distract yourself.

But no matter how much you sweep the floor or feed the animals or brush the horses or rinse, slice, and boil vegetables for beef and chicken stew, you can’t distract yourself for much longer. The more you hear the Geto’s heavy footfalls from upstairs and hear Gojo’s whistles from outside, the more you feel your need increasing.

You want them. No…you need them. You need to talk to them. You can’t go on acting as if what happened didn’t happen. Maybe you can at least apologize? Even if you never get to pursue a romantic relationship with the two, you at least want to discuss what happened and bury the hatchet, especially if you’re able to venture off to kill Benji soon. You’ll need to work together.

So as you fix supper in the early afternoon hours, you make a plan to confront them tonight. As the day wanes on, the anticipation for tonight grows and so does your yearning. When the sun finally sets and the moon hangs full in the sky, you finally finish fixing dinner and store the pots of beef and chicken stew on the stove to cool for later. You can’t eat, mostly because you’ve been cooking for hours but also because of your anxiety.

To stall yourself further, you fix a pitcher of sweet tea using your mama’s recipe. As you stew the tea and slice lemons and mint, you think of what you’ll say to Geto and Gojo: “Can we talk for a minute?”

“I’m sorry about what happened…I mean, it was good, but it wasn’t good for us.”

“I just don’t want this to fuck things up between us. We make a great team.”

After an hour of stalling, you finally bite the bullet and go through with your plan. You pour two glasses of cold iced tea for them duo before venturing upstairs to find them. You go to their bedroom door and clear your throat,

trying to keep calm despite your rapid heartbeat. “Boys?” you call. “Can we talk for a minute? I’ve got some sweet tea here for y’all and I fixed dinner.”

There is no answer. Turning to the side because of your occupied hands, you use your elbow to push at the door. Shockingly, it opens, revealing an empty bedroom. “Boys?” you ask again. You poke your head in, examining the mess of clothes, shoes, and empty backpacks on the bed.

You’re so busy trying to decode what this means that you barely hear the footsteps behind you. You turn, finding Geto and Gojo standing behind you in shock at you standing in their room. “Y/N,” Geto says, startled. “What are you doin’?”

“Where were y’all?” you demand, saying the first words that pop into your brain.

“Puttin’ the animals away so your dad won’t have to deal with ‘em when he gets back. What are you doin’?” Geto repeats the question, this time more firmly than before. That irks you for some reason. What is he hiding?

You slam the glasses down on a nearby piece of furniture, angered. “Da hell is this?” you ask, motioning to their bags. “Are y’all leavin’ or somethin’? I thought y’all said you’d stay here while we’re in Willow Springs.”

Gojo shares a look with Geto. “Uh…w-well, we weren’t plannin’ on stayin’ here any longer,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, Suguru?” He nudges his partner for help. “Y/N,” he sighs, “we need to talk. We weren’t plannin’ on you seein’ any of this.”

You scowl at them. “What do you mean?” you demand. “Are y’all leavin’ Willow Springs tonight?” You hope they say no. You hope that this is just a misunderstanding. “Not tonight,” Geto somberly replies. “We were just plannin’ ahead.”

“Plannin’ ahead to what?” you hiss, tired of them beating around the bush. “To leave me here? You weren’t even gonna say goodbye?”

You feel a pang of hurt at the idea of them up and leaving you here. “No,” Geto answers, his eyes flashing. “We were gonna talk to you about this beforehand. We wouldn’t have done that to you.”

“But you damn well were just gonna leave me here,” you argue, motioning at the evidence on the bed. “I thought y’all weren’t leavin’ until I recovered.”

Which you have, but you’re still not quite 100%. “And you have plenty of more time to recover, darlin’,” Gojo says, nodding down at your ankle. “Just with us not in the way. You got a chance to live the life you’ve always wanted now!”

��But that life ain’t nothin’ with you,’ you think, but you stamp the thought down. Silence descends upon you, tense and thick. “What is this about?” you whisper. “Is this about what happened?”

Geto’s eyes flash with meaning and hidden passion. “No,” he answers, but you can tell that he is lying. “Gojo and I have been talkin’ about this for a while now and we think it would be better that you stay here while we look for Benji ourselves.”

You already had a feeling what their plan was, but hearing it come from his lips feels like a bullet going through you. “W-What?” you stammer, shocked. “But what about our deal? I still haven’t held up my end of the bargain yet. I…” You pause, willing the tears threatening to push pass your eyes away.

“I thought we were a team,” you softly say. “I thought that…that…”

You once again pause, unable to spill those words. I thought we were something.

Both outlaws slowly walk into the bedroom, the door shutting behind them. “Y/N, we’re doin’ this because we care so much about you,” Geto softly says. “Please try to understand–”

“I don’t need to understand shit!” you bark, barely startling the two men. “I can’t believe that after all this time and everythin’ we’ve been through, y’all just wanna abandon me like this? What, you think I can’t handle it?”

“Damn right, you can’t,” Gojo snaps and it takes you aback. “Look at your foot, Y/N. You may be able to linedance, but you sure as hell can’t run and duck from some bullets.” Geto instinctively moves in between you to stop you from charging at his partner. “And who says?” you growl.

Gojo slides his shades off, revealing two sapphires narrowing at you. “We say,” he answers, his voice dipping dangerously low. “Don’t start playin’ with me now, little girl, or–”

“Or what?” you cut in. “You’ll fuck me and then forget me like ya did at the party?” Gojo’s irked expression fades. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?” he asks, having the nerve to sound confused. “This ain’t about what happened, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes, stepping farther away from them in opt for the other side of the bedroom. “You’re a horrible liar when you wanna be, Gojo,” you scoff. “Neither one of y’all said shit to me after what happened.” You didn’t either, to be fair.

“That’s because we didn’t want to make things more awkward than they already were,” Geto explains. “The way you ran off instead of talkin’ about it afterwards, we thought we had upset you.”

You look away, staring at your feet instead of him. You did run away from them that night, but only out of shame and regret. Maybe you should’ve stayed and talked it out, but you were also drunk. You didn’t know up from down!

Geto sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Listen, we’re sorry about what happened. It was just a drunken mistake.” Immediately, all of the regret you feel over running away dissipates. “A mistake?” you parrot, your voice sharp. “So you didn’t want it to happen? So this is my fault?”

Geto’s eyes widen like he didn’t expect you to blow up like this. “Okay, now you’re trippin’,” Gojo scoffs. “Number one, there’s three of us, so Friday night was a joint decision. And B, I know he said it to make you feel better, but it definitely was not a mistake to me.”

You blink at him, startled by what he just said. Despite his sharp look, his eyes are inblazened with passion. They mirror the same as Geto’s, the fire in his gaze so hot that it almost burns you. “I’m not gonna front: we’d both be lyin’ if we said both we didn’t want that night to happen with you.”

You can feel your heart pummeling like a sledgehammer slamming repeatedly against your chest. “You did?” you quietly ask, no more than above a whisper. They don’t need to confirm it with their words or actions. You can see it all in the way they stare you down, like they’re both struggling to contain themselves around you.

But it does nothing to soften the blow. It only fuels the rageful fire in you. “So what now?” you snap. “Y’all say that to me and then leave? Those words mean nothin’ to me if you take off and abandon me like I don’t matter to you!”

Now it’s Geto’s turn to explode. “Goddamit, Y/N!” he bellows, his deep voice bouncing off of the walls. “You do matter to us. We do care about you. Don’t you understand? We’re leavin’ because you deserve a life that’s better than us. We…”

He stops, fighting with himself. “You don’t deserve us.” He runs a frustrated hand over his face, looking absolutely gutted. “As much as we enjoyed that night and this time with you, it can’t go on any longer. It ain’t safe.”

“And that’s what you deserve, sugar,” Gojo adds. “Safety! A safe, normal life where you can farm with your dad, bake with your mom, and be with a good, square guy like Nanami.”

Like a record scratching, your brain focuses on that last part and repeats it. You stare at the man like he just admitted to murder. “Nanami?” you cough, almost laughing. “What the fuck does he have to do with this?”

Gojo stares at you, dead serious. “We see the way he looks at you and how happy you seem with him.” Now you do laugh, nearly bending over as you let out a loud, donkey laugh.

“What?” you guffaw. “Y’all sound absolutely insane!” But neither one of them are laughing which makes it worse.

“You say that now until you realize that we’re right,” Gojo argues. “You don’t need a life out there with us.”

Your smile fades when you realize just how sure of themselves they are. That if they leave, you’ll live a happy life with Nanami or some other guy that isn’t a wanted outlaw. A peaceful, normal life. You ball your hands into fists, furious with them.

“How are you gonna tell me what I need?” you hiss. “Only I can know what I need. And I don’t need this! I don’t need you two makin’ decisions for me or leavin’ me when I need you most!”

You can feel the truth bubbling up inside of you, desperate to be free. It forces itself up your throat and out of your mouth before you can stop it: “I don’t want Nanami,” you confess. “I want…you. Both of you.”

You finally face the truth and look them both in the eye. They are silent, just staring at you in awe. “How can I possibly live a life here if it’s not with you?” you softly ask. “How can I move on when all I wanna do is be with you?” It’s a rhetorical question, but even if it wasn’t, you know they wouldn’t have the answer.

Now, the tears begin to fall as the wall you’ve carefully constructed and built around yourself crumbles. The wall that has been tumbling down since the moment you realized you felt so deeply for the two gunslinging outlaws. You can’t stop yourself from crying, soft sobs shaking you to the core and making you wrap your arms around yourself in an effort to stop shuddering.

“I don’t want y’all to go,” you sob. “Please don’t leave. If I can’t go then just stay here with me. Once y’all get Benji, you can come back here with me. O-Or just forget about him and stay!”

Salty tears drip down your face and fall down your cheeks as you continue to crumble before the two men. You don’t care if you look crazy. You don’t care if you look desperate. You need them to understand.

You then feel two pairs of arms wrap around your body and a firm chest press against your face. Another body presses itself from behind you, wrapping you up in his big arms. Gojo and Geto stay there with you, hugging you, comforting you the best way they know how.

“Just stay,” you plead to the duo. “Please stay.”

“Shhh,” Gojo hushes you. “We’re here, baby. It’s okay.”

You pull away and he lifts your head up to meet his saddened blue eyes. You whimper and that’s all you can do before Gojo’s lips are on yours. His kiss is soft and passionate, his feelings for you pouring into your body the more his mouth dances with yours. Your soft sobs are silenced, replaced with soft moans of longing as you glide your hands up his arms to grip his forearms.

He pulls away to tilt your head to the side and kiss your neck, his pillowy-soft lips caressing your skin. “Satoru,” you moan. Once again, he hushes you, his lips moving up to your ear. “Don’t talk,” he softly orders. “You don’t need to talk right now, baby. Just feel this.”

Geto moves closer to you, pressing his big body against your back. You lean against him, wanting him to know that you feel him too…and you want him too. Wordlessly, he turns your head and kisses you as well, his lips just as soft, wanton, and supple as Gojo’s.

You loop an arm around his head to pull him closer, moaning into the kiss. You feel soft lips on your neck as Gojo begins to kiss you, his hands caressing your breasts while Geto’s big hands caress your waist and ass. You are completely squeezed between them, their bodies firm and unrelenting.

Geto finally pulls away, his eyes wanton and lips almost puffy from the kissing. “Your bedroom,” he pants. “Now.”

Wordlessly, he and Gojo guide you out of the room and swoop you down the hallway to your bedroom. As soon as you’re inside and the door is closed, the sexual tension you felt damn near explodes. You kneel in the middle of the bed while the two men watch you, looking like predatory wolves stalking their prey as the moonlight spills onto their lustful stares.

Geto places a hand on his hardened cock, stroking himself through his pants, unashamed and unembarrassed. “You’ve got too much on and it’s pissin’ me off,” he growls. “Take off your clothes for us, baby.”

Gojo slowly replaces Geto’s hand with his own and vice versa until they are stroking each other. For you. All for you.

A seductress steps into your skin, settling into your body. You smile at them, moving your hair aside to show them your back. “Can you help me?” you ask, your tone sultry and soft. “I can’t seem to reach back here.”

Gojo’s laugh is a damn aphrodisiac the way it has your body heating up. “Aww, ya can’t?” he cooingly asks. “I’ve gotcha, cutie.”

His soft, long fingers glide against your skin as he begins to untie the bow holding your sundress up. “I think she was askin’ me,” Geto says, a slight grit in his tone, causing the bed to dip as he sits down beside you. “Don’t be greedy this time, Satoru.”

Gojo chuckles, slowly, agonizingly slowly bringing your dress down over your shoulders. “No promises. You know me, Suguru: I take what I want. Why do you think you’re still here?” Geto smirks, kicking off his boots and toeing his socks, revealing his big ass feet. “And vice versa.”

Neither one of them argue or deny what the other is saying, because both know that they want to be here. With you. This fact allows you to take the rest of your dress off, leaving you in only your panties. The duo stare at you in awe, their eyes tracing your tits, your stomach, your waist, your legs and bare feet. “Look at you,” Geto whispers. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

You almost believe it, especially when the two hungrily latch their mouths onto your hard nipples. You moan, tilting your head back as their wet, hot tongues bathe your nipples in their saliva. Gojo grows playful, gently nibbling on his chosen hardened peak with his teeth, emitting a gasp from you. With every lick and touch, the sensitivity grows and so does your need.

Gojo looks up from your chest, lips coated in spit and his blue eyes dark with lust. “Does Sugu’s mouth feel good, darlin’?” he asks as Geto sucks and twirls his tongue against your nipple to his heart’s content. “It looks like it does. I bet my hands can make ya feel just as good.”

His hand is suddenly between your thighs and rubbing you through your panties, heightening your sensitivity by tenfold. “Fuck,” you whine. “Please! I need you both.”

Geto pulls away from your nipple, stroking a hand over your stomach. “You’ve got us, babydoll,” he softly says. Jerkingly, you shake your head, all of your bodily functions failing you because of how horny you’ve become for these two dangerous idiots. “No…naked. I need to feel you both.”

The outlaws smirk at your naughty confession and move off of the bed once more to tower over you. They watch you and you watch them as they begin to strip each other, taking off each article of clothing. With each zipper coming down and button popping, with each slice of skin exposed, you grow wetter.

Finally, when their shirts, pants and shoes are off, their boxers come off. And then, finally, their big, hard cocks throbbing and on display for your eyes only.

Their gazes are delicious and molten as you stare at their dicks, your pussy throbbing and gushing in your panties at the joyous sight. “Touch yourselves for us,” Geto orders.

You’re so wrapped up in how yummy their dicks look that you nearly miss the naughty demand. “W-What?” you stammer.

Gojo places a hand on Geto and begins to gently pump up, making the long-haired outlaw softly moan. “You heard him, baby: touch yourself. We wanna see exactly how much you want this.”

His breath hitches as Geto begins to stroke him too, wrapping his tatted fist around his long cock. “Play with those tits too. They look too good in this light.”

Your eyes greedily drink in the two men jerking each other off like it’s porn…which it is. Porn that you intend to get off to. With your body on fire, you slowly position yourself onto your ass and hike your legs up, spreading them wide to show the men your panties. Taking one hand, you begin to stroke yourself through your sodden underwear while you tweak and tease one nipple with the other.

Soft moans and gasps leave your lips as you continue to watch the duo, loving how they watch you. Their cocks swell and throb in their fists, their balls dangling enticingly. “Mmm, fuck,” you moan, the sound slipping out of you. Your body grows hotter than a furnace, your heart hammering against your rib cage.

“That’s right,” Gojo moans. “You’re doin’ so good for us, sweetie. You take orders so, so well.”

You do. You’re such a good girl. You know you are.

Finally, the friction and sexual tension become too much for you. You lock eyes with them as you suck yourself off of your fingers and then curl them in a ‘come hither’ motion. “Come to me,” you plead. “I want you to taste me.”

The men look eager to fulfill your request, but pause and look at each other. Gojo gives Geto a wink and raises a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors?” he suggests with a shit-eating grin. Geto rolls his eyes into the back of his head. “You’re such a kid,” he sighs, but does it anyway.

You can’t help it: you giggle as you watch the two play for a chance to eat your pussy first. The two pump their fists three times, mumbling “Rock, paper scissors, shoot” as they do. Gojo shoots scissors while Geto shoots a rock, grinning when he bangs his fist against Gojo’s fingers. “Best two out of three!” The white-haired outlaw demands, poutting.

Geto smirks, shooting him a cocky look as he climbs onto the bed. “Uh-uh. I won fair and square, so I get to eat this pussy first.”

He turns to you, sexily crawling between your legs, making his back tattoo move with his muscles. “You just relax for me, babydoll. You know I’ll take good care of you and this body, right?”

And that he does. As soon as he dives between your plush thighs and eats your pussy, you just about see God, especially when his tongue enters you. “Oh!” you moan, your hands immediately lacing through his long, dark hair. “Geto, yes!”

You can’t help but grind your hips into his lovely mouth, taking his tongue deeper and rubbing your clit against his nose. He happily allows it, lapping at all that you offer him while his hands grip the underside of your asscheeks to lift your hips up.

Gojo suddenly appears beside you, standing on his knees above you with the most pitiful look you’ve ever seen on a man. “I need some relief too,” he sighs. He wraps his tatted hand around aching cock, pumping it slowly in your face. “Can ya help a poor man out, baby?”

You’d be happy to. Moaning from Geto’s mouth, you wrap a hand around Gojo’s cock and begin pumping his shaft, up and down, twisting your hand every time you stroke downward. His soft, luscious moans encourage you to keep stroking, his blue eyes locked on you and your cute expressions as Geto sucks on your clit.

“Fuck yes!” You whine, tossing your head back. Your eyes close and your mouth falls open, making Gojo envision your entire face coated in his cum.

“Fuck, I need to get closer. I wanna fuck that pretty face up.” Gojo wipes a piece of hair out of your mouth, staring at your plump, soft lips that he so desperately needs to feel wrapped around his dick. “Can I straddle your chest, darlin’? I promise I’ll go slow.”

You blink at him, taken aback by his request. You’ve never sucked dick in that type of position before, but something in Gojo’s sapphire eyes tells you that he would never give you more than you can handle.

“Y-Yes,” you breathlessly answer. You trust him. Gojo smiles like you just gave him the sun and the moon with your answer. “Just tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, understood?”

Geto licks and gently sucks your pussy lips, stealing your words. Gojo wraps a hand around your throat, gently squeezing. “Words,” he demands.

You gasp, your nipples tightening from the act. “Yes, I understand.” The outlaw smiles and presses a kiss to your panting lips. “Good girl.”

You watch him as he lifts himself onto your chest and hooks one leg over each side of you, straddling your bosom. Suddenly, his abs and long, hard cock are in your face. A sight to behold, indeed. Obediently, you open your mouth and he sinks inside, placing one hand on his back to thrust a little harder and a little faster each time.

“Oh, my God,” Gojo groans as if he is seeing the Holy Father while he fucks your mouth like it’s a sex toy.

Lewd, wet sounds begin to travel from your wet mouth into the air, mingling with Geto’s eager pussy-eating. You can’t see him behind Gojo’s toned body, but just feeling his hands spread your thighs apart and his tongue caressing your cunt makes you want to gush.

Having enough for now, Gojo slips out of your mouth with a groan, allowing you to properly breathe. “Time out,” he huffs. “Open your mouth.”

You do as he says and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. You don’t expect Gojo to lean down and spit in your mouth, but you’re not complaining about it either.

“Spit it back on my dick.” You do so, spitting his and your saliva all over his cock. He strokes it in, making his cock nice, shiny, and wet, before slipping it back into your mouth.

Like a good girl, you lift your head and breathe through your nose as you take his deep throat fucking, gagging along his dick. “God, such a good girl!” he groans, running a hand through your hair. “Isn’t she, Sugu?” He looks back at his long-haired partner still feasting on your sobbing, wet cunt despite his aching jaw. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums into your pussy.

The more he licks, sucks, and sloppily eats your pussy (even spitting on it at some point before slurping it back up), the closer you get to your first orgasm of the night. Your clit throbs against his nose as his tongue caresses and strokes your insides, coaxing you to fall apart in his mouth.“Fwuck, I’m gwonna cwum!” you mumble around Gojo’s cock.

Gojo hums encouragingly, still fucking your mouth like he owns it. “Do it then, but you’d better cum for me too.”

Geto moves faster, licking that little spot while you grind your clit against his nose until finally, you burst all over him and the duvet below you. You whine around Gojo’s cock as you cum, gushing your juices all over Geto’s waiting mouth.

The white-haired outlaw chuckles, watching your eyes roll back and your body shudder underneath him. “Such a slutty girl, cummin’ with my man’s cock in your mouth.”

He slowly thrusts as your orgasm high fades and then he finally pulls out. He rolls off of you while Geto rises from between your thighs, his lips coated in your cum. Gojo crawls to him and presses his lips to his in a messy, sloppy French kiss where Geto shares your taste with Gojo.

It is by far the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. When they pull away, they look at you, each of them placing a hand on your legs. “Tell us what you want,” Geto huskily demands, his eyes soft yet lustful.

You’ve never wanted anything more in your life than them. Not even Benjii the Bandit’s blood on your hands. “Both of you,” you whisper. “I want both of you.”

The duo look overjoyed to hear that. “I think I quite like fuckin’ her mouth for now,” Gojo purrs, winking at Geto. Go ahead and fuck her pussy for me, babe.“ You would’ve thought he told Geto that he’s got gold stashed under the floor with how much Geto’s eyes light up.

The sexy, stoic, long-haired man places himself between your thighs, his cock pressed against your entrance. You gasp at the contact. “Alright?” he asks, locking his eyes with yours.

You nod, lifting your hips up and he slips a pillow underneath to keep you propped up. He then slides his cock against your pussy, biting his lip as he does so. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Y/N. You have no idea.”

Suddenly, he pushes forward and he is inside of you, filling you up and stretching you out. “Geto,” you whine, gripping his forearms like they’re your lifelines. He presses a kiss to your sweaty brow, strands of his hair tickling your ace. “I know, babydoll, I know. Let’s take it slow, okay?”

“Go slow!” Gojo hollers. “You need to let her adjust!”

“I am,” Geto growls, annoyed, before turning his attention back to you. “Take all the time you need. Just say ‘stop’ if you need me to stop.”

You nod and focus on your breathing while Geto continues his slow, gentle strokes. He is by far the biggest man you’ve had. Most of the men you’ve fucked were either out of necessity to get closer to them in order to kill them or when you were absolutely desperate and needed a quick, drunk fuck. But this time? This isn’t just a fuck. This is love-making. It’s close and it’s open and it’s passionate. All of which you have never experienced before now.

Geto and Gojo tend to you as you take Geto’s cock, whispering sweet, dirty nothings to you and pressing sloppy kisses to your lips as you rub your clit in small semi-circles. Your pussy begins to open up for him like a flower, taking him deeper. “Goddamn, baby, you’re tight,” Geto hisses, struggling to control himself.

You are too. His body is just too delicious. You run your hands over his pecs; his stomach; his pierced nipples. Gojo seems to be struggling too, suddenly appearing next to Geto while fisting his cock in front of you. “Look at us,” he demands. “Look at what you do to us.”

He grabs Geto’s chin and forces a kiss onto his lips. The two sloppily kiss in front of you, moaning as they do, and it makes you rub your clit a little faster. When they pull away, a string of saliva trails across their bottom lips which only makes you more aroused. Gojo laughs, cooing at you. “She really is a slut,” he chuckles. “Looks like someone likes watchin’ two cowboys kiss. I bet it’s a fantasy come to life, ain’t it, cutie?”

He suddenly moves beside you and gently taps his cock against your lips. “Open up for him,” Geto demands. “But don’t look away from me.” Doing as you’re told, you let Gojo slip inside your mouth while you keep your eyes trained on Geto even as Gojo fucks your mouth like it’s his favorite sex toy.

“Good girl,” Geto grunts and finally stops being so gentle. He holds your feet up to his broad chest, pressing one to his lips to kiss your toes. His cock sinks deeper inside of you, hitting that spot that draws every moan, whine, sob, and growl out of you, muffled by Gojo’s dick.

The two fuck your holes in tandem with each other, their moans and grunts mingling with yours and filling the dark bedroom.

As Geto picks up speed, you rub your clit faster and harder until that familiar warmth in your core begins to expand the more his heavy balls slap against your ass. “Yes, Sugu, right there!” you gasp. “I’m gonna cum!”

Geto smiles, his pearly whites gleaming at you as his strokes grow more frantic. “You’re gonna cum for me? Like a good girl, right?”

You quickly nod, babbling of “yes” and “please” escaping you. “Don’t cum inside her though,” Gojo warns, tapping his cock against your chin. “We’ve got a plan for all that nut, don’t we?”

He smirks secretively at Geto who smirks back, still drilling your shit into the mattress until it shakes. Your tits jiggle, your pussy quivers, and your brain goes numb and dumb as your second orgasm peaks.

You don’t even get a chance to warn Geto that you’re cumming—it just happens. With a high-pitched moan, you gush all around Geto’s cock, your walls massaging him just right as you ride out your orgasm wave.

“Oh, shit!” you cry out as you tighten around him. Geto’s handsome face screws in pleasure as you cum, loving how your body and face look. “God, baby,” he pants. “You’re just askin’ for me to keep ya to myself.”

Gojo practically forces his partner to pull out by grabbing his hips and pulling him away from you. “My turn.” He gives you a small yet devious smile as you lie there, dazed and confused from cumming your brains out. “Don’t tell me you’re tuckered out, cutie. Ya still got me to take care of.”

Despite the soreness in your muscles, you’ve never been more horny or feral in your life. You fucking need these men, both of them. All the time. “Never,” you whisper, a sexy smile on your face. Slowly, you spread your legs for him, allowing him to get a view. “Go ahead, sir.”

Gojo doesn’t need to be told twice. Taking his cock, he lines himself up and slowly sinks inside of you. Your mouth falls agape as your pussy, slick and open from your orgasm, stretches around him. He grins, proud of himself. “Nice, right? You can feel everythin’, can’t ya?”

He hooks your legs over his broad shoulders and yanks you closer to him before pounding your cunt into the bed. He doesn’t waste time and doesn’t slow down. His strokes are perfect and precise, hitting your G-spot over and over again. The pleasure is so intense that you lose your voice screaming about how good he feels.

“O-Oh, oh, ‘Tarou, yes! Fuck me just like that! Harder, please!”

Geto appears above you and plugs your mouth up with his thick cock. “You’ve got a nice voice on ya, darlin’, but if ya don’t quiet down, the whole neighborhood will hear.”

Gojo shakes his head, his handsome face slightly flushed. “Let ‘em,” he growls. “Let everyone hear this pretty girl gettin’ fucked out of her mind.”

He goes harder, faster, gripping your thighs for dear life as his cock hits every single tingling, pleasurable part of you. His blue eyes drill into yours, staring deep into your soul and beyond that. “You love this, right? You love us?” You nod, pathetically whimpering. “Say it then. Tell us you love us.”

Geto pulls his cock out of your mouth to let you talk, stroking himself in time with Gojo’s thrusts. It’s so hard to find the words to speak, but you do despite how needy you sound. “I-I love you,” you pant. Gojo fucks you faster, wrapping his tattooed hand around your throat. “Say it again.”

Your eyes widen and your mouth falls agape as the man takes you on a ride while he toys with one of your tits, gripping and massaging the pretty globe of flesh. “I love you!” you repeat, louder this time. Geto presses a kiss to your lips, gently licking your bottom lip. “Again,” he demands. “Say it and we’ll cum with you, baby. We promise.”

Gojo keeps fucking and fucking and fucking until finally, you reach your peak and your fingers cramp as they rub your clit as quickly as possible to get you there. Pleasure explodes throughout your entire body, making your toes curl by Gojo’s ears and your back arch off of the bed.

“I love you!” you wail through your third orgasm. “I love you, I love you, I love you!”

Through your orgasm, Geto and Gojo press a kiss to your face. “And we love you too,” Gojo grunts. “Let us show you how fuckin’ much. Don’t. Move.”

Together, he and Geto chase their orgasms by fucking your holes until they pull out and furiously pump their cocks above your body.

You lie there tiredly, watching their handsome faces screw in ecstasy as they moan out their release, spilling cum on your body. You feel warm liquid splash onto your tits, thighs, and stomach. Your entire body sings and tingles at the sound of your outlaws moaning as they cum, the lewd, wet sounds of their palms stroking their slick cocks filling the air.

As your high fades, you let out a tired yet delirious giggle, completely floored from the amazing sex. But once it’s gone, you feel a pang of emptiness. Because now that the event is done and the feeling is gone, you know that what led to this is still here: the fact that your men may leave.

The mattress bounces slightly as Gojo gets up and heads to the bathroom. Geto appears above you, his hair a dark curtain in his face. Tears prick your eyes for some reason as you stare at his handsome face. “Sugu—“

He presses a finger to your lips, stopping you. “Shhh, don’t talk. We’re gonna clean you up now, babydoll. You did so amazin’ for us.”

Gojo comes back with a sudsy washcloth and some skin oil he found. He crawls back onto the bed and presses his lips to your ear. “Close your eyes, little darlin’,” he whispers. You do, his voice like a lullaby to you.

You allow the duo to clean their cum off of your body with the warm, soapy, wet rag before warming some oil up in their palms. The two work to massage your legs and arms, their fingers kneading your sore muscles and turning them into mush. Their touch is like silk on your skin, making you hum and moan in pleasure. The tenderness they give you makes you want to cry even more.

When they finish rubbing you down, they toss the items aside and coax you under the covers. Your head hits the pillow as the duvet falls over your naked body. Gojo presses his front to your back while Geto takes the other side, his front against yours. Your legs entangle and your hands trace shapes on each other, the air thick with the smell of sex, massage oil, and the summer air.

“Will you stay with me?” you whisper into the night.

Geto presses your head into his chest. His heartbeat thuds against your ear like a metronome. “Yes,” he whispers back. “We’ll stay.” You can’t tell if he’s lying or not.

Gojo strokes your hair, his scent curling around you. “Sleep now, darlin’,” he tells you. “Don’t fight it.”

You struggle to fight back against the fog of sleep, but inevitably, it wins and you drift off into a sea of nothingness and post-orgasmic bliss against Geto’s chest.

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