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thebearer · 10 months ago

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making the bed |carmen berzatto x reader| part one

prompt: carmen's stressed. food critics, a newborn baby, balancing work life and married life and now dad life; he's bound to break, everyone knows it. but no one ever thought he'd lash out on you.

or, part one of the devastation fic. based off this ask from the other day. two more parts to come.

contains: mega angst. mega angst, with no resolution in this part. hurt, no comfort (in this chapter, will be later in part 3). mean!carmen, very mean. mom!reader x dad!carmen with newborn teddy. fighting, language, carmen says mean stuff he doesn't mean. past mentions of trauma, family trauma, mikey mentioned. very angsty and a little heavy, please read at your own discretion. word count- 3.5k+.

"Are you ok?"

Carmen now understood why that phrase used to send Donna into such a blind rage, lips pursing and jaw clenching more and more every time he heard it. First at work, then with you, it felt never ending.

It was beginning to feel like critic season with how many were coming in, snooty and demanding to be impressed. It couldn't have come at a worst time, right in the middle of busy season with the start of the holidays. Days at The Bear were filled with frantic panic, running around, making sure everything was perfect, accounted for, and Carmen always had the sinking feeling it wasn't- that he'd forgotten something, messed something up.

It wasn't rare for him to work himself up like this, a normal that you always warned him about, but he'd always had a solitude. As long as he'd known you, he'd had a place to go, to unwind, to let himself rest and reset with you. And he still did, it was just shared now with a newborn.

Dorothea Michelle. Teddy, for short. The light of his life, yours too. Nearly two months old with a set of lungs that sounded much louder, much more developed than that. Nights were long, sleepless, spent trying to lull Teddy back to sleep, awake even if he wasn't up with her. Carmen couldn't allow himself the selfishness to relax, to rewind, to "take it easy" like everyone told him to. At work, he was the boss; at home, he was a dad.

"Fuck, fuck," Carmen's sleepy stare was broken by a lick of bubbling heat, the lamb's roux popping with the high heat, splashing all over Carmen's chef whites.

"Jeff, c'mon," Tina clicked, shaking her head, moving the pan to lower heat. "What're you doin'?"

Carmen grit his teeth, snatching a rag off the stainless steel counter tops, scrubbing the burgundy stain, huffing when it only spread the stain.

"What happened?" Sydney turned, looking from the burnt sauce to Carmen's stained chef shirt. "Oh,"

"Do we have a spare coat?" Carmen huffed, throwing the rag down with a firm smack against the counter.

"I don't think so, Carm." Sydney shook her head. "You took the last ones home with you two days ago. The wine-"

"-I know, Chef, I know." Carmen snapped, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck, I-I can't fuckin' serve the critics lookin' like this. With shit all over me- fuck."

"Hey, easy, easy," Richie turned the corner, his hands held up. "What's goin' on?"

"Jeff got sauce over him. He doesn't have any clean clothes." Tina muttered, irritated that she had to fix his mess, more irritated that he wasn't taking care of himself. You have a baby, Jeff, you need to rest and take some time, she'd told him. Carmen only waved her off.

"Okay, okay, hey, that's no problem." Richie's voice raised, lifting over Carmen's. "You go home and change, get your spare, check on my beautiful goddaughter, and then come back with your A game. Yes?"

Carmen didn't even humor him with a snarky remark, yanking his coat off and stomping towards the office to grab his things. Richie and Tina looked at each other, shaking their head gently.

"Kids runnin' thin, T." Richie muttered with a sigh. "He's gonna break. It's gonna be bad."

"Yeah, he is. Gonna wear himself out before then." Tina shook her head. "Jeff needs a vacation." They both jumped at the slamming of the backdoor, Carmen's angry exit shaking the foundation.

"Needs to be fuckin' medicated. Fuckin' lunatic." Richie scoffed, rolling his eyes at Carmen's dramatics.

The drive home was filled with silence, Carmen's iron grip on the wheel, tearing through the traffic towards the house- his house, his home.

Home, but it didn't provide the same comfort that it usually did. Carmen's shoulders still stayed tense, buzzing with rage, not dissipating when he thought of you, or of Teddy, knowing you'd both be there, excited to see him.

You jumped at the sound of the car door slamming, peeking out the window to see Carmen's parked next to yours, furiously stomping up the front steps. You frowned, grabbing the baby monitor, walking towards the front door.

Carmen nearly hit you with how fiercely he flung the door open. "Woah," You reached for the door, stopping it before he could flick it shut. "Carm, don't slam it. Teddy's asleep. I just got her down." You frowned at him, shutting it slowly.

Carmen looked at you but didn't speak, looking through you with a rage that had your spine tingling before he finally broke his gaze, stomping towards the laundry room. "Carm? What’re you doing home? Don’t you have dinner soon?" You hesitated slightly, lingering in the doorway with an uncertainty you hadn’t felt with Carmen before.

Carmen didn’t answer, his jaw still ground tight while he rummaged through the clean clothes, carelessly unfolding and shifting the folded clothes.

"Carmen," You said more firmly, caching his gaze. He didn't speak still, just stared at you- through you. "Are you ok?" You lifted a brow, features softening in worry.

Carmen paused, eyes closing, shoulders tensing in agitation. Are you ok? His ears rang, a familiar rage that he hadn't felt in years bubbling up deep in his chest. Frustrated and blinding and rampant, heat rushing through his veins, pulling himself further and further from reality into someplace different- someplace darker in his mind.

"What's wrong?" You pressed, he could barely hear it, ears ringing at your question. "Did something happen? Did the critic come-"

"-Where's my chef whites?" Carmen barked, cutting you off, his chest tightening more and more with every heavy heave of his chest. You flinched at his tone.

"Uh, I-I haven't seen the whites. I washed your white tee-"

“-You what? Y-You what?” Carmen spat, eye widening with a wild, raged glint in his eye. Your stomach flipped and fell with fear, stepping back instinctively.

“I-I washed your tee, Carm, that’s all that you left in the laundry basket-”

"-Are you fucking kidding me?" Carmen boomed, his head spinning, body buzzing with rage. Your breath hitched, frozen in fear at the anger in his tone, the roar of his voice bouncing off the walls, echoing through your ears in a painful drum.

Carmen moved, snatching the dirty clothes basket, dumping it into the ground with a shake until the dirty chef coat fell on top. He gripped the basket, flinging it across the room with a hard throw. The final push to his bad mood that sent him right over the edge, crashing into a pit of blinding fury, aggravation, breaking him from the inside out.

"Fuck!" Carmen roared, his voice shaking the walls, your breath leaving your lungs in a trembling exhale of fear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is- This is- Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”

You tensed in shock, gripping the baby monitor in fear, maybe surprise, as it started to buzz to life with Teddy's startled whimpers. Her small cries pulled you out of your frozen state, something deeper than fear replacing the ache in your stomach.

"Carmen-" You gaped, voice wobbling with uncertainty, taking slow shuffled steps towards the stairs. “Carmen, calm-calm down. Ok? Calm down.”

“Calm down? You want me to fuckin’ calm down?” Carmen sneered, an angry red flush blossoming in splotchy deep hues up his neck, towards his cheeks. “You don’t do shit, nothin’ that I fuckin’ ask for! Just sit around all fuckin’ day an-and I’m supposed to calm down?”

“Carmen,” Your voice wobbled, throat tight with tears, hurt and fear strangling your words. “I-You didn’t ask me to wash them. I-I didn’t know. They weren’t in the hamper-”

“-I shouldn’t have to ask you to wash them!” Carmen roared, eyes so wide you thought they might pop right out of his head, neck vein protruding on exemplifying his rage. “You know what I’m going through! You know how much fuckin’ stress I’m under! I go to that-that shit hole, an-and work my fuckin’ ass off so you don’t have to! Then I come home, and I-I can’t even get a second of peace!”

“Stop,” You hiss, finally regaining your composure, his words fully sinking into you now, feeling the full effect of them. “I-I just had a baby. I’m still on maternity leave taking care of a baby- our baby, and I’m tired too. But I’m not yelling at you-”

“-Oh, right. Right.” Carmen laughs sarcastically, humorless as he runs his hand down his face. It felt mocking, left you feeling small and too vulnerable for your liking. “Because in between your napping an-and feeding, you couldn’t stick a fucking jacket in the wash, right? You’re so busy.”

“What is wrong with you?” You snap, hoping he can’t hear the tears in your voice, the way your voice shakes with emotion.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me?” Carmen scoffs, throwing his hands out. “I get no fuckin' sleep, go work my fuckin' ass off, a-and then I come home so I can go back and work my ass off some more, and-and you can’t do one simple fuckin’ thing? You can’t help me out? And then you wanna know what’s wrong with me? When you sit on your ass all fuckin’ day-”

Teddy’s piercing wail pulls you out of your shocked trance, nose and throat burning with hurt filled tears you refuse to shed. Instead, you turn, climbing the stairs on shaky legs, the sound of Teddy’s cries growing louder and louder. Anchovy watches you from the top of the stairs, sensing the tension, your upset, sliding against your leg as if to comfort you.

Carmen scoffs, hands buzzing and trembling with rage, the ringing in his ears growing louder and louder with each of your footsteps on the stairs and down the hall. He can barely hear Teddy’s sobs, hands threading through his hair, pulling at his scalp. He sees you walk towards the bedroom, quickly, hugging Teddy to your chest.

“Oh, don’t go fuckin’ do it now!” Carmen roared, your ignoring him only infuriating him further. “It won’t be ready in time now. I’ll just look like a fuckin’ idiot for the critic tonight! Not that you care! Why would you, huh? I-I mean just our livelihood, just our fuckin’ income!”

You swallowed back your tears, head tilting towards the ceiling, hands shaking with every shove of your things into the overnight bag. Just enough to get you through the night, the next day. A few essentials, Teddy’s spare onesies, a charger, your wallet- you stopped mid-shove of your items into the weekender bag, the sun’s rays catching in your wedding ring. Your heart fell, more and more, you weren’t sure how that was even possible.

Carmen’s furious voice was still booming from downstairs, ringing and shaking in his furious fit. Richie and Sugar both warned you about Carmen’s tantrums, brought them up to embarrass him, tease him about it until he was red faced and hissing hushed threats at them. You never, never in your wildest dreams thought you’d be on the receiving end of one.

You jumped, another slam of something Carmen had thrown, maybe hit in a fit of rage, causing Teddy to wail louder, Anchovy skittering nervously away. Tears leaked out of your eyes, twisting the ring off your finger, setting it on Carmen’s bedside table. Pulling the carrier out of the closet, Anchovy got in much easier than usual, which you were thankful for.

Carmen was gripping the marble of the countertop when he heard you again, walking from the bottom of the stairs, quick steps towards the door to the garage, Teddy’s voice nearly hoarse from her crying. You kept your head high, tunnel-visioned towards your car, ignoring his heavy breathing and frantic pacing.

“Wha-What are you doin’?” Carmen’s voice was softer now, still with a jagged edge that was cutting and harsh. The car door opened, the baby carrier hooked into the car seat.

“Hey, wha- what are you- where’re you goin’? What’re you doin’?” Carmen’s heart dropped in a damning rush of hour, stumbling on heavy legs towards the garage. You ignored him, shushing Teddy gently, running a calming hand over her wet cheek, trying to coax her paci into her mouth.

“Baby, no-no, no. Hey, no, I-I- What-” Carmen’s chest felt tight, mind numbing and racing, stuttering nervously. You reached for your bag, his hand reaching to grab the strap. “Whe-Where’re you-”

“-Don’t touch me.” You hissed, teeth bared, eyes shining with tears. Carmen flinched, pulling his hand back like he’d touched a hot stove. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me.” You sneered, pinning him with a watery glare that had his stomach turning in sickening fear.

“Baby, hey, w-wait-C’mon, d-don’t-You don’t, you don’t need to do this, ok? I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Carmen choked out the words, frantic and unsure, his hands shaking when they ghosted over you back just for a moment. Wanting to touch you, to hold you, to grab you and keep you from leaving, but too scared to. Instead, he grabbed the car door you flung open, holding it when you tried to yank it closed.

“Let go.” You hissed, sniffling back wet, snotty tears of fury and hurt.

“Please, don’t-do-don’t do this. Please, baby, I-I’m sorry.” Carmen begged, blue eyes deepening with the burning red hues of tears, bloodshot and lashes wet. “Don’t-Don’t do this-”

“-I didn’t do this.” You sneered, leaving Carmen flinching at your words. “Don’t you dare try to say this was me. After how you just talked to me? The shit you said to me in there? You think I’m going to stay?” Your voice cracked with emotion, lips pressing together to keep a cry in.

“No, no, no, no, no, baby, please. Please, ju-just come inside. Come inside, please? Please, don’t-”

“You don’t get to talk to me like that. To say that kinda stuff to me. That hurt, Carmen. That was mean.” You glared at him, tears leaking out of the corner of his eyes. “I don’t care if you’re stressed. I don’t care what’s going on- nothing, and I mean nothing, warrants you talking to me like that. Just because you fucked up, because you forgot to ask me to do it, because you’re stressed out- I don’t care what it is. You don’t talk to me like that, say those things when I’ve been home all day taking care of my ch- our child.” You nod back towards the sniffling baby, whimpering and crying half heartedly, her little eyelids drooping with sleep that was interrupted.

Carmen felt sick, his knees tightening in fear, he was sure they might give out, that he might fall to the ground right there. Looking at the tiny baby, lip jutted and shaking in the mirror hooked on the back of the seat, then back at you, eyes red-rimmed and glaring at him with a hurt filled anger.

“Don’t-” Carmen’s chest shook, a white-knuckled grip on the door.

Your own hand curled around the door’s inner handle, yanking it away from him. “Move,” You hissed, pulling again.

Carmen wasn’t sure why he let it go, why he let you shut it, locking the door in case he tried to open it again. Why he let you pull out of the driveway, why he didn’t stop you, why he didn’t run after you, only taking soft shuffles down the drive like a zombie as you drove away. Standing in the drive, Carmen swallowed down the spit that pooled in his mouth, stomach churning, sure he was going to be sick.

He managed to trudge back to the garage, mind racing and far away, the ringing in his ears dulling but still deafening. It felt like he was in a dream- a nightmare, a hallucinating trance that felt like a sick, sick dream- Carmen was hoping it was. That he’d wake up and find you next to him asleep. That he could hug you, pull you into him, nose buried in your neck, still warm from your slumber.

As the sun began to sink low into the sky, minutes turning into hours that Carmen sat motionless in the garage, staring in a trancelike state, he realized that this wasn’t a dream or a nightmare. No this was his reality, a horrific reality that he’d made into his own. Carmen sat, eyes trained on the concrete of the garage, voice racing and blending in his mind- his words, yours, Teddy’s cries, Natalie and Richie’s, flashbacks of his mother screaming fits.

He didn’t move, frozen in chilling, eerie fear. What ifs and terrifying possible scenarios, consequences to his own actions that left him feeling sick, hands trembling. A spiraling of fears that only drug him deeper and deeper with every haunting replay of his outburst. Even the flashing of headlights turning into the driveway, filling the garage with light, didn’t pull him from his trance.

“The fuck is he- Cousin!” Richie roared, laying on the horn. Carmen didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge that he heard it, only stared. Richie frowned, turning the car off, throwing the door open.

“Cousin? Carm? What-What are you doin’? Dinner service started an hour ago. Syd is freakin’ the fuck out.” Richie threw his hands up, walking towards the man who still didn’t move. Richie’s heart skipped, flashbacks of Mikey flooding into his vision, parallels of the two brothers blurring before him.

“Yo, Carm, you-you good?” Richie stepped into the garage, his spine tingling with icy fear. It was quiet, an eerie, unsettling quiet. “Cousin, hey, what-what’s wrong?”

Carmen's chest rose and fell, tighter and tighter. He was suffocating, head spinning and mind racing so fast he felt light headed. He could barely hear Richie’s voice over the noise in his head, Richie’s hand shaking his shoulder finally breaking his trance enough to meet his eyes, rounded in fear filled question.

“Carmen, what’s wrong? Is it- Don’t fuckin’ tell me it’s the baby. What the fuck is goin’ on-”

“-She left.” Carmen’s voice shook, raspy and scared. His tongue still felt too thick, head still spinning. He wasn’t even sure he said it, Richie’s widening eyes the only thing confirming that he had said it.

“What? Who-Who left? Who?” Richie looked around, like the clues might be there, sure that Carmen wasn’t talking about you. No, he wouldn’t- he couldn’t. Not you.

Carmen’s breath hitched, a strangling of a sob caught in his throat, running his hand over his face. Richie didn’t miss the way it trembled, shaking even as it rested over his eyes. Your car was gone, the house too quiet, no baby Teddy crying, nothing but silence was left.

Richie’s heartbeat crawled into a rapid, scared pace. “Why? Wh-Why would she-” Richie looked at Carmen, eyes wide but still, reading his expression. “No. No, Cousin, no. What-What did you do? Carmen,” Richie grabbed both his shoulders, shaking him lightly until he met his gaze. “What did you do?”

Carmen’s face began to crack, behind his eyes, Richie could see flashbacks of something- something he didn’t know what, but whatever it was, it was painful. That was evident by the fear that glossed over Carmen’s eyes, realization and horror. Carmen’s shoulders shook, frame rocking with a sob he tried to swallow, but couldn’t. Deep cries, guttural sobs breaking out of his frame, heels of his hands pressed to his eyes, fingers curled and clenched around his greasy curls in agony.

The damning realization flooded over him, that you’d left.

You’d left, you’d taken Teddy, taken Anchovy- you’d left because he’d driven you away. His angry outburst, petulant, mean, hurtful- he’d been so cruel to you. You. His wife, the love of his life, mother of his child, the one person who loved him endlessly without stipulations or boundaries, the one person who truly understood him.

And he’d driven you away.

He wished he could blame his mom, his dad, his family for fucking him up so severely, maybe Mikey, even, for leaving him the shit show that was the restaurant, making his anxieties worse and fuse shorter. But sitting in the empty garage, Richie standing above him in silent shock, his sobs and angry sniffles echoing off the cement floor, Carmen knew he had no one to blame but himself.

He’d fucked up. Really fucked up. Fucked up in a way that made all the other times look obsolete.

Carmen had fucked up, and for once, he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t avoid it, ignore it, deflect it like other times. Half hearted apologies and promises of change wouldn’t work, you weren’t here for him to even try to give them to you, and he didn’t know where you went.

Carmen wasn’t sure where you went, how to fix this, why he’d done what he did, and a million other things that raced through his mind. What he did know, sitting in the too quiet garage, chest stuttering with heaving cries, was that he’d do anything.

Anything, to get you back home. To make it right. To fix this and make it up to you.

He wasn’t sure how, but he’d give up everything. Anything. His restaurant, his dreams, his hopes, his life, at this point, to make it up to you.

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skzthelomlhehe · 4 months ago

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Okie sooo I'm like in the middle of tests and work and the progress to my upcoming oneshots have been slow so I thought, "why not make some headcanons?" (Frankly cuz I'm fucking bored of studying and working all the damned time) Total Masterlist

Okie so for these little imagines, I was thinking

How your boyfriend!skz would react to you waiting for them in a sexy lingerie after they had a long day at work! [Ot8] {Pt. 1: Hyung Line}

MDNI // includes smut (think y'all can know by the title itself lmao), I'm not exactly sure what warnings to include, just know it's smutty (I'm very sorry I'm highly sleep deprived and running on my 7th coffee today my brain cannot function) // established relationships

Tag Reqs:@arestoucries

Bang Chan

Ok so like- I just KNOW the man wouldn't even notice. He'd walk in to your shared apartment (idfk), his head hanging with like heavy sighs and he wouldn't even notice what you were wearing when he walks in. I feel like it wouldn't be AFTER he had his shoes off and walking slow, tired steps towards you and then he looks up and drops his jaw like the bag he had in his hand. He'd prolly stutter sumn like, "Y-Y/N...? What are you...?" And not even have the means to say anything else. He would just be standing there worshipping you, basking in your beauty and walk up to you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist nice and gentle and place soft wet kisses everywhere, once again, worshipping you. Feel like even if he's tired, he would savour you in the gentlest way possible and if he had a really bad day, maybe even cry in your arms a little and vent during aftercare (cuz we all know what a damned softie he is and we love him for that)

Lee Know

For him, I'd say he would just walk in STOMPING cuz he's PISSED (possibly at himself cuz he thinks he doesn't work hard enough or at something or the other that disrupted his usual flow) and he'd just flop on the couch calling out to you probably to cuddle. Maybe even get things heated iykyk and in this case, he'd definitely do the latter. When you walk in wearing that sexy lingerie, his eyes would be wide fixated on you. And seeing him down on the couch in his usual manspread would just get you DRIPPIN'. He would probably scoff at the sight in front of him and flick his fingers motioning you to come and pat on his thighs to get you to sit down and like his little kitten you are, you would obey without a word. He'd probably run his hands all through your body, placing wet kisses, maybe even leaving marks. I'd imagine him saying something like, "what a good kitty. How'd you know I would need just this, hm?" In this husky seductive tone (once again iykyk) and despite how tired he is, I'd think he would take his time eating you up cuz youre his favourite meal~

Changbin

Would he possibly be walking in looking like he could murder someone? Yes. Will he come home to find you like that and go fucking feral? Absolutely. Will he just absolutely wreck your brains out? DEFINITELY. Do I even have to say anything?? The man is a gentle beast. He's gonna care for you, he's gonna love you, prepare you with foreplay and the moment he gets permission and knows you're ready to take him, he'd go BEAST. And then once you're done, and you'd just be laying there huffing in his arms, he would loudly yap about his day and by the end of it, let you know how much he loves you and appreciates your efforts cuz you unintentionally just made him the happiest man alive.

Hyunjin

Another guy who would worship you, really. When he gets home tired and groggy to see you sitting like a beautiful sculpture who was sculpted with extra care, extra love and extra details, he would fold. Probably melt in your arms telling you how crazy gorgeous you looked and how he would take his time painting you with his cum and then later after making a mess out of you, he'd take his time engraving your image both on his canvas and in his mind. No matter how tired he was from the day full of work, once you guys were done with all that, he would sit down on his painting stool with his large canvas in front of him while you laid there mindlessly filled and covered with his fluids. He'd look at you like a work of art, a once in a lifetime masterpiece created JUST for him while he keeps repeating sweet nothings as he paints you.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bangchan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz #skz hard thoughts #stray kids #han jisung smut #jeongin smut #lee felix smut #seungmin smut

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 2 months ago

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Pointless Protection

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous (x2)

Synopsis: Gordon kidnaps you in 3x07, and you have your first asthma attack

“No sign of Gordon anywhere, and the sun’s going down soon.” Dean caught Sam up on his fruitless search, but Dean seemed distracted.

“He’ll be unstoppable,” Sam said.

“Yeah.” Dean wasn’t looking at Sam as he grabbed his bag and one of his guns. “You two stay here.”

“What?” Your head shot up from where you were sitting, but Sam beat you to the questioning.

“What are you talking about? Where are you going?”

“After Gordon.”

“Not alone you’re not,” Sam argued.

“Sam, he’s after you, not me, and I want both of you out of harm’s way,” Dean said.

“You—“ Sam cut himself off, gritting his teeth. “Y/N, go take a walk.”

“What?” You demanded. You knew instantly what this was about—Dean had been getting more and more reckless ever since his hell deal, and both brothers refused to talk about it with you around, like the topic of hell was too much for you to handle, even though your brother was going there in a matter of months. “No way, I—“

“Go,” Dean snapped.

“But—“

“C’mon.” Dean was already pushing you to the door. “Grown-up fight, come back later.”

“You can’t just—“

The door slammed in your face before you could finish.

…

You were fuming as you stomped away from the motel room and away from the parking lot. The chilly air bit into your skin as the sun sunk lower towards the horizon, but you barely even noticed.

Why did your brothers have to keep doing that? Keeping you from the important conversations, as if they didn’t affect you. You had so much you wanted to say to Dean; you wanted to tell him you hated how reckless he had become, you hated that he didn’t seem to care whether he lived or died because you cared.

But you never got the chance. It was like they didn’t trust you with the real stuff, as if they could keep you from this world and it’s dangers even though you were in it up to you neck—

Your racing thoughts were so distracting that you barely noticed it was getting dark until the sun was already disappearing and a cloak of darkness was thrown over the land.

“Oh no,” you mumbled, turning around instantly and rushing for the motel. If it was dark, that meant Gordon could be out. If Gordon was out…

You had to get ti the motel before he got to you.

…

“Fine,” Dean grumbled at last. “We’ll wait the night out in here, and go after Gordon together.” They’d been burning sage in the room all day so Gordon couldn’t track their scent.

“Good.” Sam huffed. “Now let’s get—“ Sam barely cracked the door open before he realized the problem. “Dean, it’s dark out.”

“What?!” Dean jumped up. “Y/N’s still in the parking lot, right?”

“I-I don’t—“ Sam took another step out the door, glancing around frantically. “Y/N!” He called out into the night air, but he got no reply. Before he could yell again, Dean’s phone rang.

“You’ve had that phone all of two hours, Dean,” Sam said. They’d gotten new phones when they’d realized that Gordon could track the old ones. “Who’d you give the number to?” he asked.

“Nobody.” Dean frowned. “Maybe it’s Y/N.” He flipped the phone open and put it to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hey there, Dean,” Gordon, sounding much too happy, greeted.

“How did you get this number?” Dean snapped.

“Your scent’s all over the phone store,” Gordon explained. “But I lost the scent. It doesn’t matter though—you’re going to find me.”

“Right,” Dean scoffed. “If this is all you’ve got, I’ve got better things to do.” Dean was about to hang up, but he stopped when Gordon spoke again.

“Actually that’s not all I have.” There was a moment of rustling on the other end of the phone.

“Dean?”

A shudder went through Dean’s body at the sound of your terrified voice.

“Y/N?”

“Dean—I’m sorry De, he came out of nowhere. Don’t do what he wants, I’m—“

“Ok that’s enough.” Gordon’s voice cut off yours, but Dean could hear you crying and protesting in the background.

“Gordon—“ Dean gritted his teeth, trying to tamp down his fury. “This isn’t about her, leave her alone.”

Gordon was unfazed. “Factory on Riverside off the turnpike. Be here in twenty minutes, or your sister dies.”

“Don’t—“ Dean’s voice was cut off by the click of the phone. He didn’t waste a second, turning immediately to Sam. “Gordon has her. We have to go.”

…

“Why won’t you just shut up?” Gordon growled. He was pacing like a caged animal, rubbing his head as if that would help that fact that he’d been turned into a supernatural creature that could hear everything within a mile radius and was blinded by moonlight.

“Just let me go,” you pleaded. You’d struggled against the ropes that bound you, but all you got for it was bloody wrists. “Sam isn’t what you think he is, you don’t have to do this!”

“Shut up!” He snapped. “Your brother is a monster, and now thanks to this chase, I am too!”

“You don’t have to do this,” you repeated.

“Aren’t you listening?” He barked. “I’m not a Hunter anymore, I’m a vampire!”

“Being a monster isn’t about what you are,” you snapped, somehow finding enough bravery inside you to speak what you’d been thinking ever since you found out about Sam’s demon blood. “It’s about what you do!”

Your speech didn’t matter; Gordon wasn’t listening anymore. His head was tilted slightly, like he was trying to pick up on a faraway sound.

“Your big brothers are here to save you,” he said, reaching forwards and tying a gag around your mouth. “I’m sure this will end with all of you dead—you Winchesters seem like the type to go out together. Just remember this; I did try to warn you about Sam.”

You couldn’t say anything in response, so you just had to watch as Gordon stalked around, prepared to kill your brothers the moment they came in to save you.

…

“Gordon!” Dean’s machete was clenched tightly in his fist as he stepped into the darkened warehouse. “We’re here, now let her go!”

“I can’t do that, Dean.” Gordon’s voice echoed around the steel walls, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Not until Sammy’s dead.”

“Dean!” Sam’s voice grabbed Dean’s attention. “She’s over here!”

Dean rushed to his brother, getting there in time to see Sam pull your gag down and start untying the ropes that held your blood-soaked wrists in a vice grip. Seeing the blood drip down your hands set Dean’s teeth on edge, and he wanted nothing more than to rip Gordon’s head off.

Barely had the violent thought crossed Dean’s mind before Gordon came out of nowhere, tackling Sam to the ground before he could finish freeing you.

“Sam!” You whimpered, struggling against your bonds.

Dean jumped into the fray, knocking Gordon off his little brother but missing when he swung with the machete.

“De—“ you tried to call out for your big brother, but your breath caught on the word, and you found yourself gasping for air that wouldn’t come. Your chest felt tight, and each micro breath was less satisfying than the one before it. Sam locked eyes with you for a split second, and seemed to notice your struggling, but he was quickly distracted when Gordon managed to knock Dean away and went after Sam again.

You focused your energy back on the ropes binding you—Sam had managed to loosen one arm—and with a painful jerk, you were free. However, you’d been leaning hard against the ropes, so when your arm came free you nearly fell out of the chair, the still-tight rope on your other arm keeping you painfully still.

You tried to untie your left hand, but your fingers couldn’t get a good grip on the rope, and your vision was starting to go foggy as your battle for breath continued to fail.

You kept hearing grunts of exertion and pain from the other side of the room, but it was too dark to see and the sounds seemed to all blend together, so you had no idea who was winning the fight.

What was worse than the sounds of the fight was the silence when they stopped. The only sound you heard was the echoing rattle of your breaths.

“Hey—“ you nearly screamed when a face appeared in front of you, but all you did was let out a whimper as you blinked and realized it was Dean. “It’s ok, just breathe. We’re getting you out of here, kid.”

“I ca…I can’t…” the words could barely escape as you struggled for each breath.

“Ok, hey it’s ok,” Dean soothed. “We’ll get you to a hospital, ok? They’re gonna help you breathe, you’re gonna be just fine.”

“Gordon’s dead.” Sam was suddenly at your other side, untying your hand. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

Sam lifted you into his arms without bothering to see if you could stand, and Dean followed behind as Sam carried you to the Impala.

“Her wrists are pretty bad,” Sam said as Dean started up the Impala. Sam was sitting with you in the back—something he never did—and assessing your injuries. “Those ropes were really tight. I’m gonna have to clean them up before we get to the hospital, I don’t want them asking questions we can’t answer.”

You continued to wheeze and tremble as Sam painstakingly cleaned your wrists and wrapped them in bandages.

“Here,” he said, wrapping you up in his jacket and making sure the sleeves hung down so the bandages were hidden. “You’re gonna be ok, just keep breathing.”

“We’re almost there,” Dean promised. “We’re almost there.”

…

“Does she have any allergies.”

“What? No.” Dean was getting incredibly impatient with the doctor as you continued to struggle for breath beside him. They’d made sure you weren’t being turned into a vampire already, so they figured whatever was happening to you had to be physical, not supernatural. “Would you just help her?”

“I’m trying,” the doctor assured him patiently. “But I need to know what brought this on.”

“I…she was—she—“ Dean couldn’t think of a good explanation, so Sam jumped in.

“She was scared,” Sam said. “Having a nightmare.”

“I see.” The doctor pursed her lips. “Does she have asthma.”

“No, she—“ Dean stopped short. “I don’t—I don’t think so. I mean she gets out of breath pretty quickly when she exercises, but I never thought—“

“It’s possible for the symptoms to be mild for years,” the doctor told him, then turned to you. “Does your chest feel tight right now?”

You nodded.

“And does the same thing happen when you run?”

“Not—“ you wheezed. “Never this bad.”

“Ok, ok.” The doctor turned her back on the trio of siblings and picked up an inhaler from off the table. “I thought it might be this, so if you’re sure it isn’t any allergy, this should help you quickly.” She shook up the inhaler as she neared you. “Now, once I spray this I want you to hold your breath for a few seconds, try to breathe in, and then breathe out if you can. Alright?”

You didn’t feel up to trying to talk, so you just nodded.

“Ok, good. Close your mouth around this,” she said, holding the mouthpiece to your lips. She pressed the canister down, and you followed her instructions, holding your breath before breathing in and out.

“Better?” Dean asked, seeming to hold his own breath.

“It’ll take a few minutes,” the doctor said. “Just give her some space and we’ll see if she starts to feel better.”

Sure enough, in a few minutes your chest began to feel lighter and more open, and your breathing was easier.

“Better?” The word came out of Dean like a sigh of relief, because he could already see how much easier your breathing was. You knew he was still worried that Gordon had done something to you, so asthma was a relief.

“Better,” you told him.

“Ok.” The doctor nodded. “You’ll need to get her an inhaler if she ever has another asthma attack or difficulty breathing.” She handed a prescription to Dean, who held tightly to it like it was a lifeline.

“So we can go?” Sam asked.

“Yes. She’ll probably be tired for another few hours, even days, so pay attention and give her another dose with the inhaler if she needs it.”

“Thanks,” Dean said briskly, grabbing your hand and leading you out.”

The three of you managed to slip out the back door before anyone could catch you and ask about paperwork. Dean went to the office next door to get your inhaler, and when he returned to the Impala he tore the small bag open and tucked the inhaler into his jacket pocket.

“Isn’t that for me?” You demanded.

“Are you kidding?” Dean scoffed. “You’d lose it. I’ll keep it safe for you. Just let me know if you need it, ok?”

“Fine,” you huffed, and Dean rolled his eyes. The inside of the car was quiet for a few minutes as Dean drove away from the hospital, but eventually he spoke up again.

“You really scared us there, kid.”

“That’s what you get for kicking me out of the motel room,” you grumbled.

Dean opened his mouth, then snapped it shut.

“I’m in this life,” you pushed on. “I’ve always been in it. You can’t protect me from everything.”

“Yes I can,” Dean snapped.

“No you can’t,” you insisted. “You can’t protect me from you going to hell. Don’t act like that doesn’t affect me too, Dean. It does.”

The car fell into silence again, and you thought Dean was ignoring you.

“Ok,” Dean said. “I won’t kick you out next time. But don’t think that means I won’t keep protecting you. And when—“ Dean cleared his throat. “And when I’m gone, that’s gonna be Sammy’s job. So don’t give him this much attitude about it, ok?”

You forced yourself to smile, hoping it would veil the sadness in your eyes.

“It’s a deal.”

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slayfics · 5 months ago

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Katsuki comforts you after a breakup.

700 words

Aizawa stood at the front of the class ready to begin the first lecture of the day, when he noticed your absence.

“Does anyone know where she is?” He asked the class. The class looked at the vacant seat with some hums and shrugs.

Mina gently spoke up, “I checked on her before I left, she said she was sick and didn’t know if she’d make it today.”

“Hmm, alright then. We’ll get started,” Aizawa decided.

Katsuki shifted in his seat to gaze at your empty seat, not buying the sick excuse.

He saw you come into the dorm last night and stomp up to your room. It was clear to him that you were upset about something. Could the class really be that oblivious, he seethed. Why hadn’t Mina tried harder to pry it out of you?

As the rest of the day went on, Katsuki found his thoughts continuing to wander to you. Were you ok? What had happened? He regretted not checking on you last night, but he could easily solve that after class.

At the conclusion of classes, Katsuki wasted no time rushing to your dorm door. Two hardy knocks rang through your room.

You lay in bed, pulling the sheets up to hide more of yourself as if escaping from the outside world.

“Told you I’m sick Ashido,” you yelled in response to the knocks.

“Bull shit,” Katsuki yelled back.

Breath hitching, eyes widening, you pulled the sheets away from your face, stunned by your classmate being outside your door.

“Open up brat,” he demanded.

Knowing better than to argue with Katsuki you slinked over to the door, opening it slowly.

Your appearance alarmed Katsuki, your eyes were puffy, and your face red. It was obvious you had been crying all day. His chest tightened and fist clenched as he walked into your room. You quickly shut the door, not wanting anyone else to see you.

“What the fuck happened?” He asked.

You opened your mouth to answer but bringing it out to words made your eyes water all over again.

Tearful you gulped out the words, “He broke up with me.”

Katsuki bit his bottom lip in anger. He never liked your boyfriend. Hated him even. It dumbfounded Katsuki that you saw him as worthy enough to date you. And now, you were telling him that absolute loser broke up with you.

Katsuki seethed with anger as you hiccupped out the story of the breakup. Your tears turned to full sobs as you relived the story over again.

He swallowed his urge to surprise your ex and destroy him, choosing to wrap his arms around you instead.

Without a second thought, you burrowed into his chest letting the sobs come freely. He didn’t speak, just let you get it out. Soothingly rubbing your back in between hard sobs.

He only caught half of the story, your tears drowning out some of the words. But he didn’t need to know. Any more anger and he might just find himself a murderer by the end of the night. Finally, some clear words broke out of your sobs.

“I really really liked him Katsuki,” you cried.

“No,” Katsuki said definitively, his tone sharp.

“What?” You mumbled out.

“Don’t-,” he broke off squeezing you tighter. “Don’t say that,” he huffed, a lump forming in his throat threatening to turn to tears. “Don’t say you actually liked him. You don’t mean that.”

Squeezing you so tight you could feel his body begin to shake, unsure if it was from anger or something else.

“Katsuki, I don’t understand,” you replied, your tears halting from the confusion.

“Say it. Say you never liked him. It’s been me this whole time,” he demanded.

Katsuki's words and confession took the air out of your lungs. Arms still wrapped around you holding you to his chest, there was no question of how serious his words were.

“Katsuki of course I’ve always liked you but-,” you began to say before he cut you off.

“Never mind that I’m taking care of you now. Got it?” He spoke.

You nodded in agreement, still stunned and in a daze.

“Good,” he hummed pulling you back to press a kiss to your forehead. “Forget his name.”

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st3f13ily · 30 days ago

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Jealousy?? Yeah, Right

Summary: Two weeks have gone by since that day, and now Satoru's latest mission is over, he decided to make a new one! Operation: The art of (not) making you jealous!

Timeline: Teenage Arc (2006)

Dual pov

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Your Perspective

You noticed it immediately.

The Gojo Satoru is weird.

Well, weirder than usual.

He is standing by the vending machine, leaning against it with all the grace of a soap opera playboy, talking to some random girl from who knows where. His arm is propped up against the machine like he’s in some kind of drama scene.

He laughs.

Loudly.

Obnoxiously.

As if the girl just told the funniest joke in the world.

She looks confused. You feel confused. The vending machine probably feels confused.

And then it click.

You know Gojo Satoru . You know how he operates. You know he likes to poke and prod at people until they snap just to amuse himself.

So it's probably one of his harmless pranks again, he is probably thinking something ridiculous right now.

And yet.

Why does your stomach feel weird?

His glasses are pushed onto his head, revealing those ridiculously blue eyes, and they’re locked onto the girl with full intensity.

Your fingers twitch.

It's fine.

You don't care.

But he leans closer, 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲. His hand rests against the vending machine, caging her like some shoujo manga protagonist.

What the!!

That's his signature move.

He actually do that to other girls also??

The worst part? that girl giggles, her cheek turning red.

Then your fingers clench into a fist.

This is stupid. You know it's stupid. You know him too well to fall for this nonsense. It's so obviously a trick, one of his dumb pranks, because every few seconds, his eyes dart toward you, checking for a reaction.

He's trying to make me jealous.

And gosh, it's working.

The realization makes your blood boil. Your heartbeat is loud in your ears, but your pride won’t let you just walk over there and call him out.

No.

You will not give him the satisfaction.

You turn on your heel, heading in the opposite direction.

You don’t care.

You don’t.

But the second you hear another giggle from that girl, your feet betray you and start marching straight toward him.

Gojo is mid-sentence, saying something ridiculous.

His attention snaps to you instantly. The girl looks between you both, suddenly nervous.

You don’t even look at her.

"What are you doing?" Your voice is sharp.

Gojo’s lips twitch, amusement flickering in his gaze. "Oh? Were you watching me, sweetheart?"

You knew that from the very start!! You even planned it, idiot!

You scoffed "Ha! No, of course not, I'm just trying to do this girl a favour."

He tilts his head. "Ooh~~ someone's a little grumpy"

You scoff, forcing yourself to get away. "Whatever. Do what you want." You turn to leave.

But then, because he’s an idiot, he says something that snaps the last thread of your patience.

"You’re not… jealous, are you?"

You freeze.

Slowly, you turn back around. "What?"

Gojo grins. "I mean, you are acting kinda—"

"I am not jealous," you snap, cutting him off immediately.

His grin widens. "Ohhh? Then why’d you come over here like you were about to rip me away from my lovely new friend?"

Your jaw clenches.

Your fingers twitch.

Gosh, you hate him.

You hate him so much.

You glare at him for another long second before huffing, spinning on your heel, and stomping away.

Gojo watches you go, grinning to himself. Then, without a second thought, he jogs after you, leaving the poor, confused girl behind.

"Wait up, jealous girl!"

"I SAID I’M NOT—"

"Let’s go get ice cream!"

"...I hate you."

"You love me."

You keep walking, gritting your teeth.

His Perspective

Ok, so—it probably wasn't the best idea.

In theory, it should’ve been flawless.

Step one: Flirt with some random girl in an over-the-top, ridiculous way.

Step two: Make sure you were watching.

Step three: Watch as you get adorably jealous and storm over to me, demanding my attention.

Easy, right?

𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴.

Because now you’re standing across the courtyard, arms crossed, eyebrows twitching, and you look pissed.

And for the first time in my life, I’m actually kind of nervous.

I glance at the girl in front of me—uh, what’s-her-name again? Doesn’t matter. I barely hear what she’s saying because I’m too busy sneaking glances at you.

Are you watching closely?

Are you jealous yet?

Come on, react.

I lean against the vending machine, flashing my best smirk. "Wow, your hair is so shiny! Like... premium-grade sweets!"

The girl blinks. I blink. Somewhere in the distance, I think I hear Nanami sigh.

....Huh. It sounded way better in my head.

Crap. OK. Damage control.

I push my sunglasses onto my head and try again. "And your eyes! They’re like... uh, a limited-edition soda flavor! Super rare! A once-in-a-lifetime color!"

Silence.

The girl just let out a plain laugh.

I sneak another glance at you.

You’re still watching. But now—oh. Oh.

Your fingers are clenched into fists. Your shoulders are tense.

Your jaw is tight.

And—holy shit—are you actually jealous?

I fight the urge to grin. Oh, this is way better than I planned.

Then, suddenly—movement.

Your marching straight towards me! Oh crap.

"What are you doing?" You demanded, voice sharp. I barely processed two words because—wow you are close.

This is great!!

I smirk, tilting my head. "Oh? Were you watching me, sweetheart?"

You glare at me. Glare. At me.

And for some reason, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

"Ha! No, of course not, I'm just trying to do this girl a favour."

Liar. This girl is completely fine. I think. She seems fine, but it seems like she wants to get out already.

"Ooh~~ someone a little grumpy"

Your fingers twitch, like you’re debating whether to punch me or strangle me. I kind of like both options. But then, you were about to leave. "Whatever, do what you want."

You’re leaving. And I can't help myself but just say it.

"You’re not… jealous, are you?"

You freeze.

Oh. Oh, this is gonna be fun.

You slowly turn back around, eyes sharp enough to kill a man. "What?"

I widen my grin. "I mean, you are acting kinda—

"I am not jealous." Ohhh, you’re so jealous.

I step closer, dropping my voice just a little. "Then why’d you come over here like you were about to rip me away from my lovely new friend?"

Your jaw clenches.

I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen you this close to exploding.

And gosh, it’s so cute.

Then suddenly, you huff, spin on your heel, and stomp away.

Wait.

You’re leaving?

No, no, absolutely not.

Without a second thought, I ditch the random girl and jog after you.

"Wait up, jealous girl!"

"I SAID I’M NOT—"

"Let’s go get ice cream!"

You pause. I can feel you resisting. Then, without turning around, you mutter, "...I hate you."

I grin, catching up to bump my shoulder against yours.

"You love me."

You didn't tell me to leave. So, Yeah, I totally won.

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espresso1patronum · 5 months ago

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Jealousy- Megumi Fushiguro x reader

The air cackled with intensity, as Megumi glared daggers at you and Noritoshi Kamo. He was supposed to be focused, focused on his training with Yuji, but his annoyance was palpable, his brows furrowing with each shared laugh between you and Kamo.

"Hmph," Megumi scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically as he almost got hit by Yuji's powerful punch. "Oi Fushiguro! Come on, focus!" Yuji whined, stomping his feet on the ground. "You've been staring at Kamo-senpai for a while now. Is there something going on, that I've not heard of?" As Yuji continued his dramatic performance, Megumi's response was a firm whack on his head. "Shut it, idiot."

"I'd like to whack his emo ass," Megumi muttered, arms crossed, clearly annoyed.

"Who's emo what, do you wanna whack?" Yuji asked. "Now there's something definitely going on Megumi. I'm sad you didn't tell me. I get that Kamo-senpai is cool and all-" Yuji began, but was cut off once more as Megumi landed another hit on his head. "Shut it Yuji! It's not that, and stop with the staring at kamo-senpai shit."

"Ok fine, but only if you tell me what's got you mad," Yuji whined as Megumi rolled his eyes.

"Very well, then. Can't you see my sweet girlfriend all over Kamo-san?" Megumi spat, his eyes focused on the two of you training.

"Oh, I'm sure y/n didn't mean to make you jealous." Yuji said as he put his arm around Megumi's shoulder.

"Jealous? Who, me?" Megumi exclaimed, wide-eyed as he shot a glance at Yuji. "Pfft. Please."

"Whatever you say," Yuji replied with a smirk. "So you wouldn't have any problem if Kamo-senpai invited your girlfriend to another practice session, right? Or if he asked her out for dinner?"

"That's different!" Megumi replied, his annoyance resurfacing.

Of course he was jealous. He just didn't want to admit it.

After wrapping up your training session with Kamo, you headed back and spotted Megumi wiping his face with a towel. A playful grin spread across your face.

“Is that my jealous boyfriend I see?” you teased, watching as he huffed in annoyance.

“I'm not jealous,” he retorted, but the way he avoided eye contact told a different story.

You stepped closer, folding your arms with a playful smirk. “Really? Because you looked pretty worked up earlier.”

Megumi sighed, running a hand through his hair, the towel slipping down to hang around his neck. “I just don’t like the idea of you spending time with him. It’s… annoying.”

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “I’m just training, Megumi. You know that.”

His expression softened a bit, and he shot you a quick glance. “Yeah, I know. But still…”

You reached out, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I appreciate it, but you have nothing to worry about.”

"You'll always be my favourite emo boy," you playfully reassured him, a teasing smile on your face.

Megumi chuckled, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance. "And you'll always be my favourite idiot."

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kumasakka · 4 months ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐔𝐊 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. s.johan x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. what are you seeing right now? is johan bullying kids right now — oh never mind those kids were asking him to lend a hand.

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~0.7k words .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. lowkey plantonic. f!readers. established relationship. lookism x questism crossover. safe for minors! crappy writing. johan may seem ooc. I have no plan what this is.

　“—I'M begging you, so please help us one more time! At this rate Gangbuk will fall into Choyun's hands!"

The boy who stood infront of Johan and shut his eyes tightly. But you completely misunderstood — in your eyes, you watched how Johan was bullying a kid who seemed to be around your age, maybe even younger. Or maybe Johan was giving them a lesson. But it still looked wrong from where you stood and you probably weren't the only one who thought wrong.

You didn't hesitate to take action, stomping towards their direction. And with that volume of your loud stomping, their heads turned to you. Two confused, one troubled. "[name]..." Johan muttered, taking some steps back as he sweatdropped. Your expression already said everything — you were giving him an earful for something he did. But he doesn't even know what he did wrong.

And he wouldn't dare to ask since that would result in your earful getting dragged into the length. So no, Johan will not ask what he do wrong even though he knows you couldn't stay mad at him for a long time. He will not take advantage of this fact. Okay sometimes he does, but only if he really needed it. "What are you doing here?" he asked, a sweat bullet formed on his cheek

"Mister, I need to ask you! What are you doing to these poor kids?!" you huffed, accusingly drilling you finger against his chest. Hard chest.

As soon as you turned your head to the other two, they flinched a bit, only relaxing after seeing your gaze soften. "Hey, you good? Did he bully you or was he being mean? Just tell me and don't worry about him." you said, worrying a little that they wouldn't tell you the truth for his sake. "Don't need to lie, I will beat him up for you. Really, I don't look that strong but I am."

"You misunderstood—"

"Lies." you glanced at your boyfriend next to you, your glare sealed his lips.

"I-It's alright, noona." the girl spoke up first — noona? Was it a he or she?

"Yes..! We were actually asking Johan hyung to help us!" the boy added.

Silence took over you four.

"Help you?" you raised an eyebrow. "He and help? With what."

"Erm... It's a long story." he sweatdropped.

"Long story short, we want to unite Gangbuk or else someone else will! And that someone else is the definition of evil." the girl, or boy? explained.

You blinked. "Oh..." you blinked again, closing your mouth before a laugh escaped your lips, "you're joking, right?" You shook your head with a small grin. But the silence proved otherwise. "Wow. Unite Gangbuk. Haha... Haven't heard those two words for a while. Erm, you weren't joking? You two are being serious?" you commented, just to get nods from them. "Sorry for interrupting..."

"Please help us one last time." the boy bowed down again. "I can't explain, but it'll be dangerous for everyone if I lose! I want to protect everyone dear to me!"

Your eyes went to your boyfriend next to you, your elbow nudging him. "Come one, help him. He seems to really need it." you whispered. "Even though I don't know them. They deserve it, don't they?" you smiled innocently as your eyes met and you knew he was still annoyed because you didn't believe him. It wasn't your fault anyway. It's not like it's his first time bullying — beating some people up.

"It doesn't matter what happens to me! However, I can't let the people around me get hurt!"

"...just this once?" your eyes lit up as Johan questioned this.

　　　　　　　　─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

"I'm sorry okay?" you apologized, trailing close behind Johan. "I'll believe you from now on, okay? I'm sorry!"

"Yeah sure..."

"Sorry, okay?! Johan!"

Haru and Suhyeon watched from afar as you two walked away after Johan agreed to lend them a hand for one last time. "He had a girlfriend?" Haru muttered under her breath, blinking several times. Well it was kind of hard to believe to be honest. "A pretty one at that." Suhyeon added with no shame, his eyes lowered and lowered — "ow! Hey, what was that for?!" he cried out, just to see how Haru was furrowing her eyebrows.

"Sorry!"

"Please refrain yourself from letting your eyes wander..."

"I couldn't help myself!" Suhyeon whined before turning to the lone figures again, "do you think she was strong?"

"Based on her looks no. But never judge a book by it's cover I guess." Haru answered and followed his gaze.

"I believe she could've helped us too to be honest..." he mumbled.

"Really?"

"Mhm."

After all, her stats were unmeasurable.

a/n's note — ngl I have no idea what I just wrote. this is so random, I just wanted to read a little oneshot where yn appears in questism too alongside johan.

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trendywaifus · 10 months ago

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Ok this is a pretty goofy idea I’ve had for some time so

Yk Hanu? The little monke that says Hmph? Well what if we somehow found ourselves stuck as Hanu (Hanu! Reader) basically in Penacony, the various goofy things that’ll come out of the characters finding us

Imagine Acheron finding you and just carrying you around while you’re both lost, suddenly all the enemies flee as quick as they can from you when you think did an intimidating enough hmph (it’s actual Acheron they’re afraid of)

Firefly and Robin will prob just gush at our small size and keep us in their hands at all times

goofy?? this is sooo cute???? lil hanu is so adorable bro. also hanu’s a wolf!

acheron prob gonna find you sticking out of a small hole in a wall by the tv, your little legs frantically kicking around.

acheron would def get lost while trying to find someone to help you revert back to your normal form. you’d be perched on her shoulder, trying to use your hms’ to make conversation or get her attention. you’d grumble a small hm’ and point to some random direction and she’s go towards it because she’s silly and trusts you.

“ do you think we strayed too far, little one? “

“ hm. hm. hm. hm. hm. “

“ . . .uh–huh. thank you for the input. “

she ends up facing a dead end and sighs. her head perks up at the sound of crowded footsteps and turns around to see a bunch of angry men in suits cornering you and acheron. “ found you! i’m here to return the favor by beating you up for what you did to me and my buddies earlier! i brought my boss here too!” a dark suited beefy man comes forth with a cocky grin on his face. that must be their boss! you let out a loud, angry hm, jumping down from her shoulder and protectively stepped between acheron and the men with your little chest puffed up and hands on your hips.

“ wait a damn minute! “ the large man’s smug demeanor fell and he suddenly appears anxious. he frantically smacks one of the men who apparently gotten beaten up on the back of his head. the poor guy’s hat drops down on the asphalt. “ you fuckin’ knucklehead! do you know who you just brought us to?! let’s scram! “ as quickly as they came, they left, leaving a little you hming in triumph and a confused acheron. not a moment later, the guy hurriedly comes back for his hat and scrambles away.

“ hmmm!! (don’t come back, losers!) “ you huffed.

she blinks before emitting a soft chuckle and gets down on her knees, offering a open hand for you to hop on. “ it seems like you scared them away, my little one. that little body of yours is deceiving. “

yeah robin would be gushing over how adorable you are as hanu. she’s gon cradle you in her hands and smooch your face while resisting the urge to drown you in even more kisses. “ my little cool cutie. “

firefly’s the same! she’d awe and hug you close to her chest. if you want, she’ll place you on the top of her head so you can have a nice view of everything.

“ i think i don’t mind you staying like this, (name).” she giggles at you cutely stomping your little feet on her open palm with an annoyed hm!

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fawninthesnow · 3 months ago

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𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝 & 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝: Pt 3, Silk for Stone

𐙚 Lucius Verus x fem character! 𐙚

Summary: Former Gladiator, Emperor Lucius, takes his rightful property-- the wife of his conquered enemy.

Warnings/Contains: fem character, slow burn, f4m, smut, unprotected sex, spit as lube, cock warming, public hum!l!, h@nd jobs, no proofreading, etc

a/n: slowburn warning!

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dre6ming · 11 months ago

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Quit smoking

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Warning: smoking, arguing, cursing, crying

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“Hi babe!” Austin says, kissing my cheek, his pillowy lips touching my warm skin. I breathe in deeply, having missed him for the day, but that feeling going away too soon and being replaced by anger. Though he feels me tensing and my attitude change, he chooses for now to just walk past me, his hand caressing my waist. “So how was your day darling?” He asks, hanging his jacket in the coat hanger, already staring to unlace his boots. “Fine.” I say shrugging my shoulders, picking at my nail polish, nervous about the conversation I want to start. I mean he has to know he reeks of cigarettes and he has to know I’ve sniffed it on him.

I don’t care about smoking much, it never bothered me in other people, but when it comes to him, it’s drives me nuts, because I want him to be healthy. I need to cool off, I can’t let anger get the best of right now, I have to approach this lightly, so my best move is to turn around on my heels without answering his question and going straight to the bedroom. “Y/n?!” Austin shouts behind me, confused probably by why I would just leave him standing there in the hallway. “Y/n?” He calls after me again, but I don’t respond, putting my headphones on and getting back to the book I was reading before he came.

I feel the vibration of his angry stomping towards the bedroom and I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down. “Y/n? What’s wrong baby?” He sits on the bed, placing a hand on my book to move it down a bit so he could get a good look at my face. “No outside clothes on the bed!” I scold him, motioning for him to get off the bed and already, starting on changing the duvet. “Y/n babe, what the hell? Are you ok?” Austin asks, brushing a hand through his hair.

“Fine, everything is fine!” I say, my voice getting louder than I wanted it to. “Y/n?!” He speaks low, careful, watching me react. “Stop saying my name over and over again, Austin.” I sigh, taking the duvet over to the wash room to start washing it. I reach for the detergent but I’m too short, so Austin comes behind me, grabbing the bottle for me and handing it to me. “Thanks!” I say, a bit more sarcastically than I’ve anticipated. “You know I don’t appreciate you having an attitude with me, without saying what’s wrong.” Austin points out, as he places the bottle back in the shelf. I rub my forehead, feeling a headache coming in, my patience snapping. “And I don’t appreciate you making promises to me that you can keep.” I throw back, storming out of the washroom, going to the balcony to get some fresh air. “That’s not fair, I’m not, what are you talking about?”

Oh the nerve he as to act like he doesn’t actually know what it is I’m saying. “You don’t know? Really?” I shout, going back in, straight for his jacket and fishing out the packet of cigarettes from the pocket I know he keeps them in, throwing it at him. He catches it before it hit his face. “Baby it was just one, you can check!” He defends, opening the pack to show me, but I don’t care to see it.

“One today, one tomorrow, then is a pack then you’re dead! And I’m stuck here, saying over and over again “I told him he’d die!”” Tears prick my eyes and wipe them away frustrated, I hate when angry cry. Austin’s face softens, and he puts a hand in his hip, placing the cigarette pack in the garbage bin by the door. Coming my way he stands in front of me, his hands brush along my arms, but I’m having none of it, brushing past him. Austin throws his hands up in frustration, huffing. “Oh come on, this is ridiculous!” He screams.

“No ridiculous is me having to have the same conversation over and over again. It’s your health I’m concerned about!” I poke my finger at his chest and on of his hands grabs my wrist to stop me. “Stop that, it’s annoying.” Austin says and every logical part of my brain goes dead silent. “Yeah cause I’m annoying” I twist his words immediately regretting for acting childish, but there’s no going back now. “Don’t don’t do that, twist my words make me sound like a fucking asshole! You said it it’s my health, what do you care!” Austin’s face gets red, anger quickly getting to him. He passes a frustrated hand through his golden locks of hair, pulling at roots. “For fucks sake am I asking for too much to just come home to a quiet apartment after a long day?” Something clicks in my head and there’s this burst of sadness in me. He hates me, I made him hate me. I did it. I ruined it, me and all my blabbering, my stupid mouth.

My mouth opens and closes, my feet feel cemented to the floor, but I move them somehow, going to the bathroom, wiping away my tears in the way there. “Y/n I’m sorry, hey hey!” He catches up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder, looking at my face, but I try to hide. “Don’t!” I beg, sniffing, my fists shaking at my sides with shame and anger. Shame cause I’ve caused all this, anger cause he can’t keep a promise and I can’t make myself to care less. “Come here!” He says, pulling me to his chest, burying my face in the soft cotton of his shirt. It’s comforting for a second, but the I breathe and the smell of smoke makes me want to gag. I push against him and free myself of his hold. “Shower!” I say, going on the balcony and sitting down on the lounge chair, looking at the blurry sky line.

I don’t know how long I’m here for, but by now the tears have dried on my cheeks and the atmosphere has gotten a bit chilly for my summer outfit, but I’m not ready to get back in the apartment and face Austin. I’m lost in my chain of thought, when I hear the door open, then Austin comes into sight, carrying a tray. “Truce?” He asks, showing me the treats he bought. “Maybe.” I grumble, taking the hot cup of cocoa. “Careful it’s hot!” He says, handing me a cookie. “You understand why I was mad?” I ask, sipping at the drink. “I guess, I mean, I do, but it’s just I didn’t mean to do it. I just sometimes feel like I need to have just one.”

I sigh, closing my eyes. “Ok, what if we make a deal? Hm?” I propose, eating some of the cookie. “Ok let’s hear it.” Austin says, drinking some of his cocoa and rubbing my leg. “I don’t want to fight over this anymore, I just want you to try and smoke as little as possible, that’s the deal, just try! Don’t promise you’ll stop, just try to reduce it.” I propose, smiling softly. Austin seems like he thinks about it for a minute, sipping slowly from his cup, obviously dragging this to get a stab at me. “Ok, it’s a deal, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you!” He rubs my knee, his hand going up my thigh, raising goosebumps on my spine.

“I’m sorry too, I promise to get better at talking these things out.” I say, putting my cup on the side table. Austin chuckles and grabs my hips, pulling me on his lap, to straddle him. I play with his hair, smiling at him, leaning down to kiss him. Our lips dance together, soft and wet. His hands wonder up my body and under my shirt, cupping my breasts over my soft bralette. I moan into his mouth, pressing down on him, feeling him grow hard under me. “Now that we are all made up, think I could get lucky tonight?” Austin asks, making me burst out laughing. “Yyyeah yes, sure.” I laugh, giggling as he gets up with me wrapped around him, as he walks into the apartment and straight into the bedroom, how cocoa long forgotten, just like our argument.

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my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction · 1 year ago

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Katsuki Bakugou x F!reader - smut oneshot about makin' babies

MDNI!

The last domestic post I made kinda got really popular, and I love that trope so much I thought I'd make another one! smut this time, though.

warnings: reader is afab and presents as female/feminine, Penetrative sex, breeding, reader is (or was) on birth control, a sprinkle of degradation, and lots and lots of cursing

smut starts at the *

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bang

the door to your shared home in the suburbs swung open, scary for most but completely normal, if not comforting for you. "Wifey! I'm home," Katsuki called out gruffly, removing his gauntlets, tossing his mask off, practically ripping off his shoes, and crashing onto the very expensive couch with his dirty, sooty hero suit. By the time you walked in, his arms were tucked behind his head, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was pushed into a scowl as he awaited his pampering.

He opened one eye, glancing at you before shutting it again. "Took you long enough," he grumbled, his way of saying he missed you dearly. "um, excuse me, but what are you doing on the couch in that," you asked, annoyance lacing your tone as you put your hands on your hips. You were wearing his old T-shirt from high school, black with a white skull in the center, along with underwear as bottoms.

"I'm tired, I've been savin' lives all day, Just lemme relax" he scoffed, not moving an inch. "You know you're the one cleaning that, right?" He rolled his eyes, sighing and sitting up. "I'd be cleanin' it anyway, you never do it right." He always did this, to the point that you suspect he liked cleaning.

"Where's my damn kiss already," he asked, more of an order, and looking up at you expectantly as he scowled. You smirked, taking the opportunity to gain a little extra power. "You can have it once you get off the couch and shower," you shrugged, walking off into the bedroom. You could hear him groan, but really it was a whine in disguise. A whine for big strong tough manly men, if you will.

after a moment of silence, you could hear his heavy stomping into the bedroom, a devilish grin on his face as he examined your place on your shared bed. "I'll only take a shower if you do it with me," he said pridefully, as if he cracked the horny husband code.

You laughed at his arrogant demeanor, looking up from your phone a moment and wanting to mess with him a little. "fine, but just so you know, I forgot to take my birth control last night." This was actually true, but mentioning it now made it so much funnier.

He paused, before cocking a brow and sauntering over to stand above you. "So what," He said boldly, that grin persisting. You raised your brows, an amused smile on your face as your attention was kept mainly on your phone. "So...I'm off my birth control? We can't do anything penetrative, unless you want a mini-Katsuki running around."

He rolled his eyes, leaning down to you with his hands on his hips. "What's so wrong about that, hah? I'm great." Now your attention was all the way on him, trying to gauge if he was joking or not. "Katsuki, you really need to think about the words that come out of your mouth." Now we were in serious territory, "Katsuki" was reserved for seriousness.

He huffed, clearly running out of patience. "You thick or somethin'?" You rolled your eyes, maybe you were if you couldn't grasp what exactly he was trying to get at. "If we did that, I'd probably get pregnant," you sighed, talking as if you were explaining things to a toddler. "No shit, idiot. I've been wanting you pregnant since we got married, anyways."

Ok, now you had to put your phone down completely. You just stared at him for a moment, like a deer in the headlights, processing. "W- uh...why haven't you told me?" Having kids was something you both agreed on doing, but the when and where was never discussed.

"Didn't think it was that important until now..." he grumbled, looking askance as his cheeks pinked. He didn't think you'd say yes until now. You studied him for a moment, weighing your options, before smiling and giggling a little. "you know what? why the hell not." He seemed to light up, his smile returning as he yanked you up and out of bed.

"Well come on dumbass, we have a baby to make," he chuckled, practically on cloud 9. It made you smile, seeing your grumpy husband so happy, albeit his smile looks down right dastardly. He pulled you to the bathroom, switching on the water and taking his clothes off as fast as possible. You did the same, rather excited yourself given the circumstances, and before you knew it you had your back pressed to the shower wall.

He was holding you up by your hips, and currently shifting your legs to be on his broad, scarred shoulders. His member was just an inch or two before you, the tip oozing semen as he situated the two of you. His lips were right next to your ear, and he seemed to be bending you with the intent of snapping you in half.

"You better be fuckin' ready, 'cause I'm not stopping if you cry," He purred, his voice deep and husky. he was technically being honest, because no, he wouldn't stop if you cried, but if you showed even the tiniest bit of true fear he'd stop even if he was a millisecond away from climax.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, steadying yourself before glancing down at his rock hard cock. You've been married for what, 3 years? Yet you still can't help but tremble at the sight, at the idea that he would be inside you, this time with the intent of impregnating you.

"Good," you giggled back seductively, making him chuckle. "Better pray you keep that confidence," he taunted, before pressing you as hard against the wall as possible. He snaked a muscled arm around your waist, the other reaching down to guide himself to your dripping cunt. You squirmed a little, the anticipation getting to you, and he pinched your side harshly. "Hold the fuck still," he growled, giving you a sharp stare.

He waited a second or two after you settled, making sure you stayed that way, before continuing. The head of his weeping cock entered the beginnings of your vagina, you flesh gripping his in a way that elicited a grunt from him. He kept pushing through, inch by inch, until he got tired of waiting and shoved the last couple inches in with one hard thrust. You moaned out, the freshly manicured nails he paid for pressing into the skin of his shoulders.

He waited a moment, allowing you to get comfortable while trying to mask his panting from how good you felt, before slowly pulling back out and shoving it back in. The sounds you made, from your mouth and anywhere else, drove him to the brink of his patience. He began pistoning in and out of you, huffing and puffing and groaning as he gazed upon your current state. Moaning at every thrust, Hair messy from being wet and dragging across the shower wall, eyes having a distant and glossy look as he wrecked you. He buried his face in your neck, giving sloppy kisses to you skin, partly to muffle how absolutely drunk off your cunt he sounded.

He pulled away from your neck but never halted the wreckless movement of his hips, smirking down at you menacingly as he panted and groaned. "Hah...You gonna fuckin' cum, baby? Gonna cum on my...hngh...cock like a good little slut?" Dirty talk was his specialty, something he took pride in. He loved how it made you clench around him, just as you were doing now.

"Mmh....holy shit," He muttered, Mouth pressed to your ear. "Gonna fill you with my kids, so you better not let any drip out." He said it as if it were a threat, and he began to speed up even more as he gripped your sides, his tip giving sloppy kisses to your cervix with each ministration. The shower wall made a hollow pounding sound, accompanied by the squelching of your rough sex, his groans and mindless rambling, and your squeals and moaning.

"Katsuki! You better not fucking stop," you moaned, brows knit together in concentration. He was hitting every spot just right, and your hips rolled against his. Just thinking about his cum, about him filling you with life, it put you on the edge. Suddenly, the tight knot in your core snapped, and you found yourself having one of the best orgasms of your life on your husband's cock. The sounds you made, your blissed out face, everything made him feel stupidly hot.

"Fuck...Fuck, fuck fuck!" His face buried back into your neck, biting the skin to muffle his loud, guttural moaning. He gripped your hips so hard his nails made indents in your skin, his own hips stuttering to a stop as he held you down on him. You could feel him burst within you, ribbons of hot white cum coating your insides. Slowly he came down from his high, panting and whimpering just a little. He felt how limp your body was in his arms, and immediately felt the need to take care of you.

Without disturbing your current position, he leaned over and shut the water off. Gently and slowly, he began to pull out, his cock now limp after doing it's job. He shifted you to be carried bridal style, not bothering with a towel as he took you out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. "Kat..." You mumbled, laughter in your throat at how careful he was being. This was hardly the roughest sex you've had with him, yet he was treating you like glass.

"What," he grumbled, laying you on the bed. For a moment, just one little moment, he watched as his cum oozed out of you. It was hot, way too hot. "It's not like I'm made of porcelain," You giggled, sitting up on your elbows. He quickly rolled his eyes and shoved two fingers into you, causing you to squeal. "Kat," you cried, a moan falling from your lips. "What? gotta keep as much of it in there as possible." He pulled his fingers back out with all the care he could muster, before quickly grabbing some clean panties and sliding them on you. You might have believed that was the only reason, but the way he curled his fingers up just right said otherwise.

"The bed's gonna be wet, we have to dry off," you sighed, moving to get up. He quickly scooped you up and set you down so your head was on the pillow, getting in with you and snuggling up behind you. "Who gives a shit," he grumbled, nuzzling into your neck as he pulled the comforter up to his shoulders. "I'm gonna be a dad," he whispered, pulling you into him and resting both hands on your lower abdomen.

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Hey, You know how I said I loved the domestic crap? yep, still do. Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did, and as always, don't be afraid to comment! fr if you comment we're literally married now, ily.

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soulstutters · 4 months ago

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idk if you watched the original anime but If You Have could i maybe request trying to calm ranma down when his phobia kicks in and he goes into cat mode? :3

Taking Turns

pairing: Ranma Saotome x gn!Reader

a/n: ok i did notttt watch the original but i did my research and hope this is ok. also everyone is very tired and that is the reason we'll say there is very little dialogue. enjoy and thanks for being my first request!

You stumble your way outside of the Tendo household, huffing and puffing the entire time. You plop down on the ground and lean defeated against the wall behind you. You take a moment to breathe, thinking through what plunged your morning into such chaos.

It was Shampoo. But, as mischievous she could be, this one truly was not her fault. Not completely at least. Maybe sneaking into the Tendo house for Ranma wasn’t the most moral thing, but it wasn’t her intent to essentially turn him into a cat.

You had just washed your hands to get ready to have breakfast with Akane and her sisters after spending the night. The bathroom was missing a hand towel so you headed to the kitchen to dry your hands. On your way out, you were startled by Shampoo trying - and failing miserably - to sneak through the house. Alarmed, you flung your hands in front of you for some form of protection, slinging water at her in the process. By the time you realized it was Shampoo, she’d already turned into a cat and sped into the kitchen on her man-hunt. As usual, Ranma saw Shampoo and instantly reverted into cat form.

Now, you are basking in the shortest of rests in between “shifts” of hunting for Rnama with Akane. He had mostly been scrambling around inside the house, only occasionally finding his way out into the yard. It made it easy to keep track of him, but you lament the havoc he was wreaking with the furniture and decor.

Bzzt-bzzt! Bzzt-bzzt! The alarm for your break goes off on the phone lying next to you. As if she had been counting down the seconds - she probably had been - Akane almost immediately emerges from inside. She slumps down next to you and lets out a heavy sigh. Her right hand raises limply and gestures at the still open front door. Your turn.

You stand slowly, groaning the whole way up. You turn towards the door with a deep, deep sigh. Towards the still open front door. The front door is still open. The front door is open. At the same time as you process it, Ranma comes flying and howling through the door. He flies down the street, agile as the cat he thinks he is.

You begin to stomp, turning your body towards Akane as you do. She glares up at your temper tantrum through the hand sprawled over her face. With her other hand, she simply taps the phone with her break timer now running. You sigh once more, spin out to face the world, and start your search for Ranma.

You think it’s your turn for a break again, but you’re not sure. Your search for Ranma has led you so far from Akane and you doubt she would follow you out to swap places. You’ve found yourself in a park searching for your cat-boy (boy-cat?). You’re absolutely sure Ranma’s here, you just can’t spot him among all the people and foliage.

“Ranma!” you attempt to call to him for the millionth time. It comes out more like a screech, though, your voice tired from previous shouts. Now that you think about it, your body is tired, too. Really tired. And that shady tree looks really comfy. You contemplate for a moment before ultimately deciding to settle down for a moment. It’s probably your break time and you’re in a park, anyway. Ranma will be fine.

You trudge over to your perfect tree and slide down its trunk. You haven’t even gotten the chance to close your eyes before something disturbs you from above. You ignore it, too tired to even glance upwards. The sound comes again, this time accompanied by falling leaves. You whip your head up to the branches over your head. You expect to see some bird to shoo away from your claimed territory, but are instead faced with a perching Ranma. His head is tilted at you curiously, as though he couldn’t possibly understand why you were so exhausted.

You’ve all but given up on him at this point. Besides, you won’t be of much use in chasing him down if you can barely crawl. You close your eyes and relax against the tree trunk again. You decide to ignore Ranma, fully anticipating that he’ll run off again. To your surprise, though, he leaps down from his branch and sits next to you. You observe him through one uninterested eye and consider it a small win of the day.

You start to unwind - again - but are interrupted by Ranma - again. This time, he seems to have forgotten his very human size and he attempts to curl into your lap in a very cat-like manner. You falter for a moment before choosing to accept it like everything else today. You rearrange your legs to make a more comfortable space for him. Admittedly, having his warmth in your lap is comfortable to you too. Absent-mindedly, you begin to smooth your hands through his very soft hair. You don’t even realize when you begin to doze off.

When you awake, you feel wonderful. Well-rested and surprisingly warm, you go to stand and get back to work on looking for Ranma. He surely escaped while you slept and Akane likely took her own catnap. Except you can’t stand up. Something is holding you down. Someone is holding you down. You’re wrapped up in a stranger's arms, you register with panic.

You slowly turn your neck to face your captor, only to be faced with a beaming Ranma. You blink up owlishly at him. His smile grows impossibly brighter.

“Are you…,” you start out, praying the whole cat debacle is done with. Ranma releases a laugh at your unfinished question, squeezing you tighter in the process.

“Yep! I’m me again. Human me.”

“Okay,” you drawl out slowly. “And you’re holding me in this death grip because?” Ranma’s smile fades slightly and you start to feel a bit bad. You don’t know what to say to him, so you just lean back slightly into his hold. This seems to reassure him because he grasps you ever tighter and grins again.

“Well, y’know…” He sounds nervous. You lean in again. He holds you closer. “I just figured, after you babysat me all day, it was my turn to hold you.” Again, you’re at a loss for words. Afraid to discourage him again, you offer him one of your own tentative smiles. This is all he needs if the way he nuzzles into your neck from behind is anything to go by.

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wobblesthecowgirl · 5 months ago

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Bleed For You

Arthur Morgan One Shot

You are kidnapped by the O’Driscoll’s and Arthur does everything he can to get you back.

This was my first time being kidnapped.

After leaving camp to get a few groceries from Valentine, I was swarmed with O’Driscoll’s; easily six of them, and as strong as I was, I couldn’t take on six fully armed men. They quickly ragged me off my horse, causing me to drop my hat and purse, and hogtied me. My horse tried to follow, and unfortunately was shot without mercy.

They tied a dirty cloth around my mouth due to screaming too much, and punched me multiple times on the ride back to their hideout. Tears stained my face as I realised the severity of my situation. How could anyone find out where I was? I was going to end up dead or worse and no one would knew where my body was.

“Look! She’s crying!” One of the men laughed, pointing at me as their horses raced faster, the sun setting. Their chosen location to hide was an old, worn down cabin, the smell was atrocious as they had hung up meat on the walls like some kind of butchers. They aggressively took me off the back of their horse and grabbed a chunk of my hair to drag me inside, throwing me onto a chair and tying me up.

“Now then,” one of the men with a long scar on his face began, taking off the cloth that muted me, “we are gonna ask you a few questions about your little Van Der Linde gang, and you’re gonna answer them. If you want to leave here without any wounds.”

“I’m not dumb! You’ll kill me either way!” I shouted, choking back more sobs as they smiled widely, chuckling and slapping each other on the chest.

“We got a smart ass over here!” Another man scoffed before kicking me in the shin, causing a yelp to escape my lips. The sun had completely set now and the only light I had was the lanterns in the cabin. The scar man grabbed my hair again and forced me to look at him.

“First question. Where is Van Der Linde hiding?”

I responded to his question with a spit to his face before snarling, “I’d rather you just kill me now. I’m not ratting him out.”

He removed the spit from his eye, a large frown plastered on his face, as he swung back and socked me in the jaw, then again on the nose. I felt the warmth of my blood trickle down my nose, and the taste of iron filled my mouth.

“Let’s try that again. Where is your-“

“I said I ain’t telling you!” I shouted louder, struggling in my restraints. This went on for ages, more punches and a few cuts from a knife, and more refusal on my end. I knew I would end up dying here either way, so dying being loyal was far better than dying and potentially killing others.

“I’m not telling you shit!” I screamed, the blood had been smeared across my face at this rate, and my clothes had been torn to be able to cut my skin.

“That’s it! I’ve had it with this little bitch!” Scar man pulled out his knife again but this time for different intentions. However, as he approached me, loud gunshots suddenly fired outside. The handful of men who were torturing me quickly rushed to the window and their eyes widened.

“Shit, come on.” They grabbed their guns and rushed outside, as more gunshots alongside screaming could be heard from the now open door. Did someone come to rescue me?

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When she didn’t return straight away, Arthur’s stomach dropped. Surely she was ok, she had just gone to get a few groceries for Pearson, a simple trip into town and back. So what was taking her so long? His leg was fidgeting as he watched the sun start to set, and he inhaled his cigarette faster than usual.

“Dammit.” He cursed as he threw his half used cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, before whistling for his horse.

“Where are you going, Arthur?” John asked as he watched the older man hastily getting ready to leave.

“I’m going to see what’s taking that woman so damn long.” He huffed as he snapped the reins to make his horse dash off, steering towards town. As he got closer, his heart dropped. There laid. Y/n’s hat, purse, and her horse she loved dearly, dead in a pool of blood.

“No, no, no.” He panicked, looking around for any sign that she could be injured or in the same state as her horse nearby. When he couldn’t find her, he didn’t know what to think. He noticed that her horses satchel had been raided for its contents, and he had the feeling she had been taken. All he had to do was find her. Don’t worry girl, I’m coming.

He followed some hoof tracks, silently thanking Charles for his lessons in tracking, and raced into some deep woods. He wasn’t a religious man, but kept praying he would find her alive, and ok.

He heard some men talking and slowed his horse down, before hopping off and sneaking towards the light, now being covered in the night’s darkness. He saw a few men stationed outside, a fire lit and drinking beer. There was a worn down cabin with light inside, and he saw a few men walking around inside it.

“I’m not telling you shit!” A voice screamed and Arthur felt his heart burst. That was her voice. In a fit of rage, he immediately began to shoot. In a few seconds, three of the men had clean bullet holes between the eyes, as more men scrambled to get to their guns but were too slow. Four more men came tumbling out the cabin, as they shot at Arthur , grazing his arm and torso. He managed to take down the three with guns, but was grabbed by the last man. He tore Arthur’s gun out of his hand and threw it, before punching him in the face. The pair began to punch and kick, leaving one another a bloody mess, and the man pulled out a knife that had dried blood on it. That was enough for Arthur to find the last bit of strength in him. Even when he got slashed and hit, he managed to get the last blow, snapping the man’s neck and killing him instantly.

He stood there for a moment, catching his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly, then snapping back to his senses when he remembered what he was here for. He ran towards the open door and his eyes fell onto her. She was sat limp, only being held up by the tight rope, and her hair was a mess from being pulled and tugged. Her once neat clothes were covered in blood splatters and tears, and under those tears were fresh cuts that could get infected without the proper care. She looked up and her eyes filled with tears upon seeing who it was.

“Arthur…” she cried meekly, her nose had swollen slightly and her face was smeared in blood, across her cheek, around her mouth and under her nostrils.

“Oh, honey…” He ushered, making his way over and untiring the rope, holding her up with a careful hand. Once she was freed, he stayed crouched , so that he was eye level with her. Seeing her so hurt, he was angry with himself for not keeping her safe, for not finding her sooner.

Y/n raised a hand slowly until she found his bicep and held onto him for support.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Arthur wrapped his arms under hers and picked her up, treating her as if she was made of glass, before moving her into a bridal position. He walked out the cabin, keeping an eye out for anyone else, and whistled for his horse. His adrenaline was still high, his eyes darting around for others, then back to her to make sure she didn’t lose consciousness, and so forth.

She looked up at him with half open eyes, and whispered, “you’re hurt.”

He looked down at her and gave her a small smile.

“You’re worrying about me? After all that?” It was true, he did look just as bad as she did. His right eye had swelled up till he could hardly see out of it, his lip was cut, and blood was splattered on his white shirt. The only difference was that it wasn’t his blood. He held her closer once he got on his horse, one arm around her and the other on the reigns. Arthur took her chin in his hand and moved her head gently to inspect her wounds, then moved her arms and checked her all over.

“They hurt you a lot… but I think you’ll be ok.” He muttered before making his horse set off, slower this time.

“I’m so sorry, love. I should’ve gone with you or-“

“Arthur,” she interrupted him, and somehow managed a smile, “I’m ok. I’m so glad you found me, I thought I was going to die. But you saved me, be proud of that.”

He smiled back at her, leaning in close, and placed a long kiss on her forehead. She giggled, then coughed.

“Does it take me being kidnapped and nearly dying for you to be all lovey with me?”

He let out a laugh, his hand that held her closer began to rub her shoulder, “I’ve always wanted to, I guess I’m just hoping you don’t remember this tomorrow.”

“I don’t think I’ll forget , that’s not how this works.” Y/n patted his arm gently, as he leaned in closer to her face again, but this time hesitated.

“May I..?”

She nodded, still exhausted, but she couldn’t say no to something she had been wanting for a long time.

He placed a gentle and loving kiss on her lips, as she kissed him back softly. When they pulled apart she looked into his eyes which were full of tears.

“Don’t ever leave my side again, Missy.”

She rested her head on his chest, drowsiness washing over her as she mumbled, “I won’t. Thank you, Arthur.”

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blue-sadie · 2 years ago

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Fuck Them Both

Neteyam x Nerd Reader x Lo'ak

Series Masterlist

Prt 3 of the Fucking The Nerd Series

Summary: neteyam needs a goodbye present before he goes off to college

Warning: hair pulling, double penetration, slut shaming, aged up characters

Yn/3rd person pov

"What the fuck" lo'ak yelled as he barged into the room neither me or neteyam moved we didn't care "what little bro jealous" neteyam grinned "why the fuck" lo'ak screeched looking at me.

"Because lo'ak don't you know the saying what comes around goes around" I murmured getting comfortable on neteyams chest "but my brother" he hissed I glared at him "you don't see me complaining about you fucking kanu" I hissed.

He looked kinda taken a back at my words "look yn me fucking kanu doesn't mean you can fuck my brother" he muttered and started pacing back and forth.

"No offense bro but she can fuck whoever she wants" neteyam muttered and carefully lifted me off of him and grabbed his discarded shirt for me to cover myself with.

"I'm quickly gonna go shower" he murmured to me softly and kissed my forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.

I put his shirt on and got comfortable in the bed and watched as lo'ak shifted uncomfortably "how was she" I muttered making him growl out "why do you care so much anyways" he muttered pulling at his hair.

I sigh irritated that he doesn't remember "do you remember what you told me" I asked as my eyes glossed with tears "was that all a lie just to get into my pants".

He sighed out "no it wasn't" he huffed sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his face "then why fuck kanu, why ignore me" I muttered "I don't know" he whispered only making me roll my eyes.

I looked around the room not looking in his direction it was covered in different colleges logos and posters "when is neteyam leaving" I asked "in a few days" lo'ak sighed.

A part of me wanted to forgive him but the other wanted me to slap him, we waited in silence for neteyam to return.

He returned wearing nothing but sweats I watched closely as he bumped shoulders with lo'ak as he came to sit next to me.

Lo'ak growled as neteyam put his arm around me and stormed off "he was always like a baby" he chuckled as he took out his laptop to put a movie on.

We sat in silence watching the movie it was a boring action movie i shifted in his arms trying to get comfortable "hey whats wrong" he asked shifting himself to look at me.

"I don't know" i murmured he looked at me thinking about something "you like him don't you" he whispered tilting his head i looked away nervously "i-i don't know" i stuttered.

He chuckled lowly and and turned my face to his "i know you do but he does as well" i looked at him weirdly "he never shut up about the thing that happened between you to after you left" he chuckled.

He began listing the things that lo'ak did "then why would he fuck kanu" i murmured i stared down at my lap not wanting to meet his gaze "listen yn he does like you but you can't teach a old dog new tricks so quick".

I rolled my eyes "lo'ak get in here" he called out and a few minutes later lo'ak stomped in "what" he grumbled not meeting our gaze "nothing i was just telling yn about how you couldn't stop talking about her when she left" lo'ak looked panicked as neteyam spoke.

"N-no" he stuttered crossing his arms "well brother yn in here feels the same" he smiled rubbing his hand over my arm lo'ak stared at me with anger "then why fuck my brother" he muttered walking closer.

"Dude chill out you fucked kanu and not her, so its not her fault" neteyam sighed, lo'ak rolled his eyes huffing out "ok im sorry yn i shouldn't have done that" he murmured.

"Me as well" i whispered looking up at him "now that i sorted your relationship out can i get my going away present" neteyam smiled putting his hands behind his head.

I tilted my head "what gift" i asked "well i was hoping for another round" he murmured and started kissing my neck my eyes shifted to lo'ak "dude what" lo'ak muttered "i didn't mean just me" he chuckled.

His eyes became half lidded as they flickered between me and lo'ak "fuck yes" lo'ak muttered and growled out as neteyam pulled me onto his lap "come here baby" he muttered pulling me into a kiss.

Lo'ak crawled on the bed behind me his hands running under my shirt moving them up to my breasts "fuck i forgot how good these feel" he growled kissing my neck.

Neteyam's lips molded against mine as lo'ak slowly ripped off my shirt "f-fuck" i moaned my body slowly started grinding against them i ran my hands up and down neteyam's chest.

Lo'ak and neteyam removed their clothes, lo'ak pushed me into neteyam's chest as he pushed into me, my back arched as my nails scratched neteyam's chest.

"dam bro shes still wet" he growled and waited for neteyam to push in as well "a-aw" i cried out at the stretch they both groaned out they slowly started moving.

They groaned and growled with each thrust my eyes rolling as they stretched me out "fuck shes so hot" neteyam yelled out as he threw his head back against the pillow.

Lo'ak put his hands on my shoulder using it's leverage to guide me back against their cocks "look shes going stupid" neteyam growled, my eyes started becoming cross eyed and my head started to drip.

neteyam chuckled and used one of his hands to clasp my hair pulling me back causing my moans to heighten lo'ak groaned and started to thrust faster.

"Sh-shit shes starting to tighten" he laughed out loudly and as their cocks started to twitch i felt myself began to cum "fuck i-im gonna c-cum" i cried out.

I threw my head back as my legs started to tense and shake they groaned out as they filled my pussy with their cum and muttered praises to me as the maneuvered us so i was sandwiched between them.

"this is the best fucking present ever"

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msjuniperjones · 5 months ago

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„Fucking finally!“

Please have mercy on me!

It’s my very first smutty fanfic and english is not my first language! But well…it’s his obviously !

+18

Do not read when younger…

The director screams in the scene “cut! Ok this ain’t working! Charlie you supposed to be looking flirty or cheeky, not like you are in pain…”

Under his breath you heard Charlie mumbling. “That’s what it is, painful!”

“…that look comes later, when you actually start the love drama!” The director finished.

You huffed angrily. Painful? The audacity! Charlie starred at you a moment. His eyebrows narrowed his mouth a thin angry line. “I need a minute!” He said loud enough to be heard and strictly turned around to walk back to his trailer. You ripped the robe out of the assistant hands and put it on, covering your half naked form, only wearing a nude thong. You followed Charlie wordlessly. You were fuming!

You stomped through the waiting area of your co-stars who silently watched the both of you disappear. Only Jonathan wears a smirk on his lips: “ they are so going to fuck, finally!”

“Ye…wait what?” Ashley turned her head abruptly to her co-star! “They can’t stand each other!”

“Riiiiiight!…ok everybody let’s do a break! I need some well earned tea!” Jonathan clapped his hands, walking directly to the catering.

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„What is your fucking problem, huh? Come on, tell me!“ you stormed right into his trailer behind him, giving him no time to avoid the drama which is clearly coming. You finally had enough of his attitude.

He turned around and glared at you, talking through clenched teeth: „Please don‘t“

You were not having it. You‘ve been blinded by his beautiful face and intense personality and his sinful body long enough. You were no longer caught in his steel blue eyes and his deliciously full lips, you wanted clarity right now! „No, no Charlie! Tell me! What is it that I make you feel so miserable that you can‘t bring one tiny word out of your fucking mouth without being so fucking annoyed!“

He stormed right in front of you, screaming directly in your face! You felt his breath on your lips and all your resistance and your confidence seems to fade! „Y/N, you have no fucking clue, do you? How I try to hold up the last fucking bit of control I have left in front of you. Not to rip down that fucking robe of yours and devour every little inch of your fucking…” he looked down your robe, eyeing your body behind it. “…Jesus fuck!“ he through his hand to his face, brushing the side of his lips as he tried to regain his long lost mental.

„Fuck me than Hunnam“ your eyes widened as you heard yourself say these words!

„e…excuse me?“ his voice was barely a whisper as his eyes darkened.

„You heard me!“ you were lost in his presence, no control of anything leaving your body, not from your mouth or your lower parts. You only see what your words do to him and you love it!

„actually, I am not sure I fucking have.“ he came even closer, starring directly in your eyes.

„Shall I repeat myself than?“ your eyes wandered down to his lips!

„You better not, darling!“ he bit his lower lip, closing his eyes, collecting every little bit of self-control.

„Why? Are you scared?“ you tilted your head up, exposing more of your neck automatically. Every part of your body is drawn to him.

„YOU should be! You don’t know what you are getting into, Y/N“ his hands found your cheeks as he desperately tried to talk sense in you stubborn head. His thumb drifted over your bottom lip.

You opened your waiting mouth automatically. Earning an intense low growl. You tried again: „Fuck me senseless, Charlie! Come on!“

His one hand wandered into your hair pulling slightly, his other wrapped around your throat. Your whole body was burning of desire for this man. His words though were not matching his actions. ��Please stop it, I beg you“

You became desperate. His hands, his eyes, his lips were driving you to madness. All you wanted was him all over your body, finally and fully! „FucK me already! I want to be the one begging you to make me cum over and over again. So please…please fuck me! Char… “

You couldn’t finish your words as your head was pulled harshly by your hair, making you let out a slutty moan right in his mouth, hovering over yours.

“The things I want to do to you, Y/N!

His mind drifted of to the fantasies he so often had the last couple of weeks. But you were done waiting and closed the remaining distance between you. Hungrily, sloppily kissing him open mouthed.

You caught him of guard. He stumbled a little backwards, let you lead the kiss! His hand in your hair loosened and roamed down your body, pressing you even more to his one. The other hand wandered from your throat back to your cheek. His moan vibrating through your body down to your pulsating heat. The kiss made you numb, cut your oxygen and made you feel desperate for more.

It lasts only a few moments as he fought back the control you shamelessly took from him. He pushed you roughly against the wall nearby, fumbling open the robe and revealing your half naked body to him. He hold you there against your shoulder, drinking in your body.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before, Hunnam!” You said breathlessly from the kiss.

His eyes flew back to yours, a devilish smirk formed his lips. “Nothing I haven’t seen before but everything I haven’t done to you yet!”

He pushed the robe down your shoulders as he spinned and pinned you back to the wall now facing it.

In one swift motion your hands were pulled upwards and tied together with the belt of your robe, all while he pressed is groin to your back and talking in your ear: “tell me to stop and I will.” He bit your earlobe. “But dear god I hope you won’t!” If you weren’t so hypnotised by this man and his actions, you were impressed by his skills to blindly tie someone up, but you were lost in the feeling and smell of him.

He turned you back to face him, holding your tied hands still above your head. “You know why I love to tie those hands? So no wandering disturb me while I keep pleasuring you, devour you, fuCK you as I please!” His lips landed roughly on yours again. You can’t help but whine by his words. Wouldn’t you wear those thong still, you must be dripping a pool on the ground by then.

He loosened his grip from your hands and hold on to the long end of the belt as he guide your hands over his head. You were a little disappointed that he wouldn’t held you there like a prisoner, but also you’ve been embarrassed by that same thought.

He lifted you up suddenly, walking you blindly to the very end of the trailer were the bed is, yanking over everything which is in his way and never once stopped kissing you. As he felt the bed on his legs he let you fall down, releasing the hold onto the belt.

He must have sensed your slight irritation, because he snickered as he opened his shirt one button at a time.

“Don’t worry, I won’t give you any chance to freely move your little hands. I will pin you down, make you come, make you scream my name and make you beg to finally release your body, your hands to touch me, to make me cum because you can no-longer hold your legs open for me to rip you apart” You just bit your lip and stare at him. You kind of knew he would be a dirty talker, but nothing would have prepared you for this. You were truly speechless.

“Have I finally make your shut your slutty mouth, honey?” He revealed his muscular body as his silky shirt fell down to the floor. Your breath got caught in your throat…heavenly gorgeous was what crossed your mind! His smirk turned dark. He knew exactly how to talk, when to talk and what to do to make you seem as a stupid, mindless fuck doll, but you kinda liked it!

He slowly undressed his pants. “I want you to move up the bed, hands above your head, belt under your shoulder for me to reach and those beautiful legs open…wide!” His voice dropped deeper, burning through your body. You slowly did as you’re told!

As you opened your legs you saw him visibly gulping. Dropping his role for a slight moment. You want to see more of what you did to him. Want to see him lose his shit.

“Are you going to fuck me now daddy?”

His eyes shot to yours. “Daddy, huh?” He smirked.

“Or are you punishing me for being so naughty, master?” His grin widened and his eyebrows raised.

“Or are you pleasuring me in every humanly possible way until I beg you to stop…my king!” His grin faded into a serious dark glance, but you can’t hold back your victory smirk. You’ve found his nerve!

“My king?” You repeated.

He was standing only in his briefs, his form though seem to rise by those words.

“Say that again!” He growled as he climbed the bed.

“My king!” He closed his eyes drinking in the sound. “Again!”

“My king!” He opened his eyes and they were tinted black from lust. You can’t look away, excitement rushed through your body. He lowered his head and positioned before your leaking pussy. Taking in a deep smell.

“Again!”

“My king!’ You whispered in anticipation.

He pulled your thong up your legs and opened them again. A little whimper left your lips. “Again!”

As you tried to say those words again, he went down on you, pushed his tongue throw your folds and directly found the bundle of nerves which made you scream instantly. As you thought earlier, that skill! “My ki….ahhhh fuck”!

He gave no mercy to adjust to that feeling. He instantly took every remaining sense, sucked your soul and left you a moaning, whimpering mess.

You tried to hold on to something while he thrust his tongue over and over that nerve, make you caught your breath and shake uncontrollably. You reach down to his head but were stopped by the belt under your shoulder. You looked down between your legs, a smirk forming on his glistening lips. As he was waiting for you to do so.

He pulled the end of the belt make you arch your back and open even more for his penetration. Your eyes rolled back and you start to moan even louder your shaking got rhythmically and your pussy clenched around noting. “There she goes! Come for me!” And you did as your told. You came loud and messy. Moving against his lips, his beard. Mumbling and begging: “please don’t stop, please don’t stop. Keep going…I need more…oh yes…more, more!” You threw your head back even more, clenching even more. You are so fucking horny that your second orgasm is on the edge of the first but you just need a little more!

Charlie watched in awe, in disbelief of how fucking sexy you are. How delicious you taste, how amazing you smell. How you begged him for more even though you were still in your first shaking orgasm. He let go of the belt, you definitely won’t realise. He replaced his tongue by the fingers of his left hand as he licked those on the right. You wanted more, it was fine by him! He inserted two, easily gliding deep and curling them upwards. You screamed a second time. “Oh my god yessss…”

It was now his time to be speechless. He moved his fingers slowly, feeling every inch and giving you time to breathe.

Your moans started to match his slow but intense strokes. He kissed your upper leg and draw your intention back to him. “Next time you come honey, you fucking look at me!” He playfully bit your leg and draw a lustful laugh from you.

His strokes got a little faster and his fingers found your clit again. “Charlie please…!”

“Nah no begging just yet!” He interrupted you as he dove back between your legs sucking your nerve between his lips. You automatically raised your hip from the bed. “I should have tied you completely to the bed, love!” “You should shut up and keep going!” You breathlessly demanded!

Charlie raised his brows “Your wish is my command, my queen!” A flood rushed through your body. Now you understand the impact of those words. It’s fucking passionate, loving and submissive at once. Perfection!

His tongue ripped you back from your thought as it dove right into your heat! “Fucking hell…” you moaned out.

You were so sensitive that this new move was a welcome change. His tongue was quickly replaced by his fingers again, but no slow strokes. He found your g-spot instantly penetrating you hard and fast, quickened your breath. Your eyes are shut tight focusing not to totally loose consciousness, so you don’t see him hovering over your hardened nipple ready to tip you over. He went down twirling your nipple trough his teeth making you come a third time. “Look at me!” You opened your eyes and looked down to face him. And god what a view! His pupils blown by the sheer lust, his lips still glistening from your fluid, his hair messily fall in his face, is muscle flexing while fucking you with his fingers. Your orgasm reached a new peak just by his look! “Charlie, oh my please!” You trembled and your legs shaking. Your pussy swollen from the penetration covered his hand in your juice, he slowly withdraw.

He watched his fingers disappear in your mouth, licking them clean. “Heaven! Don’t you think?” He stated like its the normal thing to do! As you released his fingers he just looked at you. “What?” You said a little nervous.

“Do you have any idea, how often I came to the sheer thought of you. How often I yanked myself off after touching you in front of the fucking camera. How you drove me wild and left me insane with your flirty attitude! And now you are lying here, to my mercy. Ready to take my dick and scream my name over and over. I should celebrate that moment by not rushing to much.” his grin turned boyish.

“You yanked yourself off thinking about me?”

You repeated lustfully.

“This is what stuck out from what I was telling you? Really?” He laughed.

“Did you?” You asked again.

“This is what I said” curiosity replaced his laugh.

“Show me!” you bit your lip! As much as you like to feel his dick inside of you, him yanking off while looking at you is another level. He kissed you deep, invading your mouth with his tongue. You taste your juices still. As he broke away, he left your body fully. “I’m all about the service today I guess!” He smiled cheekily.

He came to a stand. His body radiate heat and masculinity. His posture intimidating but exciting. He dropped his briefs and released finally his dick. This giant gorgeous dick. You hold your breath! “No worries, I go slow at first.” You licked your lips “I definitely hope not”

He growled and hold his hand before you: “spit!” You did and he smeared it over his dick coating it as he slowly start to stroke.

You watched his member swell even more. His tip sensitive and red, screaming for attention. He moved faster his eyes sinfully staring at you. His breath quick.

You came to a stand, watching his face, his lips and eyes his throat, gulping to not lose this little game you play. His hand slows down.

“Have I told you to stop” you said wickedly.

His voice vibrates deep and lustfull through your body. “What made you think, your in control here?”

You hoped he would ask!

“May I remind you of your words ‘tell me to stop and I will’, I haven’t told you to stop, so keep going” a surprised smile formed his lips, which turned daring.

“Don’t push me to far sweetheart”

“Will you punish me than” you came closer to his lips!

“Possibly” he held his head a little higher to look down at you, mostly out of pride but also to intimidate you. Which clearly worked just fine.

“Oh boy I will push you definitely!” You breathlessly told, your faces inches away.

His strokes speeded up and quickly brought him on the edge. He held your stare, even in his position he radiated power and you gladly submitted to him. The way he looked shortly before cumming made you desperate for his touch, his dick, his lips. You want him more than anytime before!

“STOP, stop!” You nearly screamed the first word, although your faces are merely an inch away. His painful look faded slowly and his quickend breath regulated.

“Are you done?” He asked a little out of breath. “Done with what?” You shuffled, not sure where to focus on, his intense stare or his swollen lips.

“Done fucking around?” His hand grabbed you by your throat. You weren’t sure if it was out of passion or control, but you didn’t mind at all. You wanted him to take over completely.

You whimpered a yes and he kissed you hard before throwing you back on the bed.

“On your knees, ass up. That’s your punishment. You won’t see me fucking you or cum in that sweet little cunt! What a shame!” He grinned.

You turned your head to look at him: “that is a punishment I think I can handle!”

“Hmmm…” he watched your pussy and ass wiggling. “I go easy on you today! Now eyes to the front!” He positioned himself behind you guiding his dick to your entrance.

You bow down, arching your back and hands still tied above your head. You feel him gliding slowly in you opening and immediately start to gasp.

“Fuck yes…you are so fucking tight…Jesus Christ!” He watched his member gliding deeper and deeper!” Your eyes rolled back by the immense size ripping you open. “Stay with me honey, you are almost there!” He snickered behind his own uncontrolled breath. Just like you he is overwhelmed by that feeling, but he sure can hide it better!

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