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About You I â The Love Trope Series.
âDo you think I have forgotten about you?â
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âŚpairing: ÂĄlsu! joe burrow x ÂĄex situashionship! reader
âŚsummary: second change trope, college relationships, slow burn love, right person wrong time.
âŚdescription: you and joe had a thing months before, but the things ended in a bad way. now, you see yourself stuck in something that requires you to be close to him every single day.
âŚplaylist: About You, Love Me Like You Do, Like Real People Do, I Bet You Think About Me, Called You Again, Tolerate It, ImGonnaGetYouBack, Clean
PART ONE: CLEAN.
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There are certain moments in life that seem impossible to forget. The second I walked onto LSUâs campus, I knew my life was about to change. But not just because of the classes, the social scene, or the crazy football culture.
When I started in LSU, it was supposed to be a clean slate. A chance to focus on my career path and prove to myself that I could thrive in a bigger pond, surrounded by people just as driven as me. Advertising and Public Relations wasnât just a degreeâit was a strategy. A way to blend my creative instincts with a business-minded edge.
What I didnât expect was LSUâs football program to be the centerpiece of everything.
LSU football wasnât just a sport. It was culture, identity, and religion rolled into one. By my second semester, I was interning with the athletic department, brainstorming marketing campaigns and filming promos for the team. I was good at what I didâso good that I convinced myself it didnât bother me when my work bled into my personal life.
Everything started to go wrong when I met him. Tall, blond, American aesthetic, and so, but so kind. That was Joe Burrow, the youngest transferred from Ohio State to the south. New just like me.
Joe was Joe âcalm, collected, and infuriatingly charming. He wasnât flashy like some of the other players, but the air shifted when he walked into a room. Everyone noticed him. And the first time we crossed paths, I did too.
We met my junior year at a party, back when he was just Joeâa talented quarterback with a quiet intensity and a way of looking at you like he could see straight through every mask youâd ever worn. I hadnât planned on noticing him, but it was impossible not to.
And since then, I'm haunted by his face, his smile, his smell, his body. Every little thing that made him Joe, it was inside my head like a bad song that you canât stop singing. I didnât want that, not in the beginning.
And now, I'm running from him like the plague. Every place he might be, I'm not going. Every little encounter or party, or dinner, or what else, I wasnât going.
It was a party I didnât want to go to. Maddie had been bothering me for weeks to go to this party, and honestly, I didn't feel like going. Simply no desire.
"I'm serious, Y/N. You work too hard," Maddie, my best friend at LSU, said to me. We had just left one of our classes together, and were walking around the campus, heading towards Maddie's car. "You're missing the entire college experience."
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. âIâm here to build my career, not get drunk at frat houses.â
âEven BeyoncĂŠ has to relax,â she shot back. âIâm picking you up at eight, tomorro, no excuses. But now, weâre going to Maloneâs.â
[âŚ]
I didnât want to be here.
Maloneâs was Maddieâs favorite spot, a college-town bar where everyone gathered on weekends to drink, laugh, and pretend their responsibilities didnât exist. It was the kind of place where the sticky floors were part of the charm, and you couldnât walk two feet without bumping into someone you knew. Normally, Iâd avoid it like the plagueâespecially on a night like tonight, when Maddieâs sole mission was to convince me to go to that stupid party tomorrow.
âYouâre being dramatic,â Maddie said as I slid into the booth across from her, the sound of the barâs chatter and faint music drowning out half her words. âItâs just one party. Whatâs the worst that could happen?â
I rolled my eyes, pulling my coat tighter around me despite the warmth of the bar. âYou say that like you donât know me. I donât do frat parties, Maddie. I donât want to spend my Saturday night elbow-to-elbow with drunk people I barely know.â
âThatâs the fun of it,â she countered, her grin far too smug for my liking.
âYouâre impossible,â I muttered, reaching for the drink sheâd already ordered for me.
âIâm persistent,â she corrected. âAnd donât think I didn't notice that you didnât actually say no.â
I groaned, leaning back in the booth. Maddie had been trying to drag me to this party for days, claiming it was some canât-miss event that would somehow make my life infinitely better. I wasnât convinced, but Iâd stopped arguing because, frankly, I didnât have the energy.
I was checking on the bar from above my shoulders when It happened.
Joe Burrow.
The last person I ever expected to see here, especially tonight.
My chest tightened the moment I spotted him standing by the dartboard, his tall frame impossible to miss, his blond hair was slightly disheveled, and the faint scruff on his jaw made him look older than he had when weâd last spoken. Joe was dressed casually, jeans and a hoodie, looking like he didnât have a care in the world, and was laughing at something one of his friends said, the sound cutting through the low hum of the bar like a knife.It wasnât just the way he carried himself or the fact that he was Joe BurrowâLSUâs star quarterbackâbut the way my body reacted, as if it had its own memory of him.
I hadnât seen him in monthsânot since weâd ended things without really ending them. And now, seeing him here, so casually present in my space, felt like a slap to the face. Work Out from J Cole was playing, and everything felt like a movie scene.
It wasnât like we had history. At least not in the way most people assumed. We barely knew each other. But there had been that one night at a party a while back, and another one after a game, and another one at our friends house, and another one��� and the tension between us had never fully died down. I could still remember the way his eyes had felt on me, like he was measuring me in some silent way I didnât know how to interpret.
âY/N.â Maddieâs voice snapped me out of my daze. She followed my line of sight and groaned. âOh no.â
I shook my head, panic setting in. âI canât do this.â
âYou donât even know if he saw you.â
âIâm not sticking around to find out,â I said, already sliding out of the booth.
âY/Nââ
But I was gone, weaving through the crowd toward the back hallway where the bathrooms were. I needed to breathe, to get away from the overwhelming weight of his presence.
The bathroom at Maloneâs was about as glamorous as youâd expectâa narrow space with flickering fluorescent lights and graffiti scrawled across the stalls. I locked myself in one of the stalls, leaning back against the door as I tried to steady my breathing.
Of all the places to run into Joe, it had to be here.
It wasnât like I hadnât thought about him. I hadâmore than I cared to admit. But thinking about him was one thing. Seeing him, knowing he was just a few feet away, was something else entirely.
I couldnât face him. Not now, not here.
The bathroom was quiet, the kind of eerie stillness that felt out of place in the chaos of Maloneâs. I leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection in the smudged mirror.
âGet it together,â I whispered to myself, taking a deep breath.
I didnât even know why I was reacting like this. It wasnât like we were still together. We werenât anything anymore. And yet, the sight of him had thrown me completely off balance, dredging up feelings I thought Iâd buried a long time ago.
But I couldnât stay in the bathroom forever, either.
I opened the bathroom door and nearly walked straight into him.
Joe was leaning against the wall opposite the bathroom, his arms crossed over his chest and his gaze fixed squarely on me.
I froze, my heart hammering in my chest.
âY/N,â he said, his voice low and steady, a hint of amusement curling at the edges.
Nope.
Without a second thought, I ducked back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming. What the hell was I supposed to do now?
I paced the small space, my mind racing. Heâd seen me, which meant he was waiting for me. I couldnât hide in here forever, but the thought of facing him felt impossible.
Eventually, I forced myself to take a deep breath and opened the door again.
Joe was gone.
Relief flooded through me as I stepped out into the hallway, my eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of him. But instead of Joe, my attention was drawn to a small slip of paper pinned to the corkboard on the wall next to the bathroom.
It wasnât there before.
Curious, I stepped closer and pulled it free. The handwriting was unmistakableâslanted and bold, with a certain sharpness to the letters that felt uniquely him.
âGo to the party tomorrow. Please.â
I stared at the note, my heart pounding for an entirely different reason now.
My fingers tightened around the paper as Maddie appeared at the end of the hallway, her eyes wide with curiosity.
âWhatâs that?â she asked, gesturing to the note.
âNothing,â I said quickly, shoving it into my pocket.
She raised an eyebrow but didnât push. âReady to head back? I donât think Joeâs here anymore.â
I nodded, though my mind was miles away.
Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I would go. Maybe I wouldnât.
But one thing was for sure: Joe Burrow had just made sure I wouldnât forget this night.
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hey guys! this is the beginning of my Love Tropes Series. The first part, About You, itâs going to be launched in four parts! stay tuned :)
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Own Me - Chapter Two
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Tags: Dom!Mattheo, Gryffandor!Reader, Cursing, Blackmail, Suggested Trauma & Death, Violence, Blood, M**blood Slurs
Rewritten as of 12/26/2024
Word Count: 2,979 Words
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Chapter Two: Worth It
âMerlinâs Robes, you look dreadful.âÂ
Under normal circumstances you found Lunaâs way of talking to be charming, her refusal to mince words was always admirable and amusing.Â
However, after a solid week of traipsing after Mattheo all around the castle and doing a majority of his classwork and homework while also struggling with your own, you were exhausted and mentally drained. You could hardly sleep, your dreams plagued by an amalgamation of anxiety-induced fears and Mattheo related nonsense, and when you were awake youâd hardly felt comfortable enough to do anything, concerned that he would call you in the middle of something and youâd have to book it to some godforsaken part of the castle.Â
Heâd already interrupted three showers, and you had the burns on your neck to prove he was truthful about the choker heating up the longer youâd took to get to him. Youâd cleverly told Madam Pomfrey youâd taken up baking so the watchful healer was all too happy to give you a large amount of burn-healing paste, blissfully unaware of the true reason you needed such a cure.
So when you met Luna for your usual weekend exploration of the Forbidden Forest you knew youâd looked worse for wear. A small part of you thought to cancel on Luna this one time but you couldnât find it in yourself to do such a thing. This had been a tradition with her ever since you became friends in first year, both of you bonding over the love of magical creatures. While Luna always seemed insistent sheâd finally find the Nargles every single weekend, youâd simply been happy to enjoy the peaceful time in the forest, documenting and sketching any magical creatures in your personal journal.Â
Youâd offered Luna a withering smile, âIâm fine, Luna.â
She sent you a curious look but said nothing, walking towards the path their many days of exploring had created in the forest. Truthfully, you were glad for Lunaâs acceptance of your disingenuous answer. Knowing that you couldnât confide in her like you wished to meant you could only take solace in the serenity of nature for now.Â
Your feet fell into step with Lunaâs, both of your subconscious memories carrying you through the forest with ease. In moments like these you felt so comforted by Lunaâs presence, she too often was mistaken as crazy with her unconventional ways but at her core she was such a soothing and kind soul. Though it made you feel immensely guilty for withholding the Mattheo situation from her, youâd felt more relaxed just walking along with her quietly.
âI think the Nargles would like Whispering Pond today. Maybe theyâd like a swim before the cold sets in.â Luna suggested, you nodded at her, striding with her in the direction of the pond.Â
You and Luna had discovered the small body of water in your third year, and it was easily one of the best discoveries of your school life. Though it was relatively close to Hogwarts it was hidden away, blocked by dense trees and berry bushes, when the wind swept through the towering trees Luna swore it was whispering secrets. The only creatures that seemed to frequent the pond were Nifflers, Jobberknolls and Glow Bugs, who usually recognized you and Luna after all these years, happy to receive food and pets occasionally.Â
At the pond you preferred to sit on some stones, letting the cool October breeze wash over you. Luna occupied herself with looking around rocks closest to the pond, checking for lounging Nargles. You had closed your eyes, breathing deeply to let go of everything that buried you this week.Â
âThe girls in my house are jealous. They say you and Mattheo Riddle have gotten quite close.â
Godricâs sword, I am going to drown myself.
You opened your eyes, Luna looking at you inquisitively. You should have expected this, word at Hogwarts traveling fast, and your fellow classmates were bound to notice you were suddenly always next to the Slytherin bad boy in and outside of class. Luna and you only shared the Care of Magical Creatures class, which thankfully Mattheo was not in, giving you a small reprieve and the ability to hide your newfound torturous relationship with Mattheo. In the last week youâd definitely caught some questioning looks and envious glares, but youâd brushed it off, much more concerned with Mattheoâs hold on your entire life than the petty feelings of strangers.Â
âWe are not close,â you snorted, âHeâs an egotistical brute.â The truth burned on your tongue, longing to share everything with Luna, but with Mattheoâs cruel control literally wrapped around your neck meant there was no telling what heâd do to you or Luna if you let it slip.
âIs he perhaps why you are so tired?â Lunaâs voice held a subtle teasing tone, âPerhaps heâs occupying too much of your night time hours.âÂ
âLuna! Absolutely not!â You blushed, face heating up as you sputtered firm denial. Such an accusation made you want to retch, the current reality was already horrifying, imagining anything further would likely send you into an early grave.
âWell I can hardly fault you if you did, he is quite handsome,â Luna jested, âThough I always figured Harry would be more your type.âÂ
âHarry? As in Harry Potter? Luna, have you been stung by a Swooping Evil? Do I need to take you to the infirmary?â You were floored, of all the things Luna could suggest, implying either of the boys would be suitable for you was just beyond impossible.Â
âWhatâs wrong with Harry? Heâs my friend you know!â Luna pushed.Â
Nothing was wrong with Harry, he was handsome and sweet, though youâd hardly ever said much to him, he was too often getting into trouble with Hermione and Ron for you to build any kind of friendship with him. Even so, he attracted far too much attention to be an appropriate fit for you, youâd much preferred to stay away from the flashy kind of scrutiny Harry seemed to draw everywhere he went.Â
As for Mattheo, well you would concede with Luna that he was, tragically, unfairly attractive. Though that hardly made up for his bad attitude and egotistical nature. He also attracted an uncomfortable amount of attention to you, though where Harryâs attention was not accumulated wholly by his fault, Mattheoâs was, the Slytherin seeming to thrive off of the endless rumors and gossip. Between his family, his inclination for fighting and the relentless list of lovers he gathered there wasnât a soul who wasnât aware of Mattheo Riddle. Â
âNothing! Theyâre both just⌠too much.â You asserted.
Luna looked at you, as her best friend you could see the hidden knowledge lingering behind her eyes. âThatâs too bad, Harry thinks youâre cute.â
Now your face was flaming, in all the time youâd been at Hogwarts you thought yourself to be somewhat invisible. You shared your year with other Gryffindors like Harry, Hermione or Neville, or even Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, who people were aware of for one reason or another, you didnât think yourself remarkable enough to be noticed.Â
Then youâd felt it, a feeling now etched into your memory from the last week, a light warming sensation around your throat. You could feel your body stiffen, your mind already urging you to start running.Â
Black Lake.
You praised the founders silently in your head, if you ran you could get to the Black Lake in four minutes.
âLuna, Iâm sorry, I have to go. I-I just remembered I needed to do something.â You rushed out.
Lunaâs face turned to worry, with a hint of guilt. âHave I made you uncomfortable?â
âNo! Of course not! I just have to go, Iâll see you at dinner though, I promise. Let me know if you find the Nargles!â
Luna nodded at you, casting you one of her knowing smiles and turned back to the rocks, looking under each stone in hopes of finding the mythical creature.Â
As soon as you were out of Lunaâs eye line, safely behind the cover of various bushes and looming trees you burst into a sprint. The necklace was not burning yet, but slowly becoming uncomfortably hot. You pushed yourself even harder, jumping over sticks and plants, eager to dull the fevered feeling around your neck.Â
Breaking past the forestsâ tree line you quickly scanned for Mattheo, immediately spotting him lazing against a tree near the lake with the rest of the Slytherin boys.Â
Your lungs were burning and your legs trembled, still weak and sore from all the running youâve done during the week. Still, the choker was now causing a searing pain against your skin, you needed to get over there now.Â
Mattheo noticed you hurriedly coming towards him, a cruel smirk spreading on his face as he leaned against the trunk. The rest of the gang stopped to notice your approach as well, their eyes of spectacle filling your stomach with embarrassment.Â
As youâd slowed your run youâd tripped on a tree root sticking out of the ground, sending you tumbling down at Mattheoâs feet. All five boys bursting into laughter watching your clumsiness, causing more embarrassment to flood you.Â
âWow mate, youâd already got her falling at your feet!â Enzo cackled.
Mattheoâs face was all too pleased, his friends feeding his hubris with their laughter.Â
âI know, and it only took a week. My pet is so obedient.âÂ
You were on your knees, still trying to catch your breath from running. Angrily glaring at Mattheo, trying to hold back your temper at the demeaning compliment.
âYou called for me,â you huffed, âSir.â
Though youâd begrudgingly used the title all week, it had not worn out its novelty to the boys or Mattheo. More laughter ensued and Mattheoâs self-satisfied smile widened, his puffed up ego practically suffocating you.Â
âYes my dear,â He drawled sarcastically, âIâd like to rest my head on something soft. I think those thighs of yours will suit nicely.â By the look of his face this was meant to be a trap, obviously he was bored and had nothing better to do than torture the poor Gryffindor heâd blackmailed into being his servant.
Internally, youâd wanted to cry in frustration, heâd made you run all the way out here to be a fucking pillow for his stupid head. Youâd wanted to argue, to tell him to go fuck himself, tell him that if he wanted a pillow so damn bad he could go to his fucking bedroom, which was ridiculously close because he lived at the bottom of the castle like the evil reptile he was. Alas, such a display might attract the wrong kind of attention, so you sighed and shrugged off your chunky sweater.
Not willing to sit on the bare ground, youâd folded your cardigan, placing it on an empty spot closest to Mattheo before sliding over and sitting down. You tucked your skirt between your legs, not willing to let Mattheo get a peek up your skirt if he turned his head, and then stretched your legs out. Mattheo laid his head on your thighs, satisfied smile not leaving his face.Â
âDid you come from the Forbidden Forest?â Theo broke the silence.Â
Youâd looked at him suspiciously, not expecting to be talked to by the boys who considered you Mattheoâs plaything. âYes.âÂ
âWhat were you doing there?â Blaise asked, eyes displaying mild interest.
âLuna and I look for magical creatures together, every weekend.â Youâd answered curtly, not wanting to give much more information. Even though Hagrid knew of you and Lunaâs exploring and encouraged you both to be safe, it was still technically off limits to students.
âSeriously? Like what?â Enzo joined in, the three boys looking expectantly at you, curiosity on their faces, unlike Draco who sneered from above on a tree branch, preferring to read his book and ignore your presence. Mattheo, whose head was in your lap, had his eyes closed, uncaring.Â
He looks like an angel like this.
As quickly as it came you shook that thought out of your head.
âNot much today since someone interrupted me,â Mattheoâs lips twitched into a smirk at the subtle dig, âBut weâve seen all kinds of creatures in there. Nifflers, Bowtruckles, Doxies, Dugbogs, a Porlock a couple times, weâve seen Augurey nests but never the Augurey, a couple of Thestrals here and there and a Unicorn two times.â You chattered off a list, each mention inviting a core memory to the front of your mind.Â
While talking you realized you were absentmindedly combing your fingers through Mattheoâs hair, but he made no move to correct the behavior. You allowed yourself to keep going, rationalizing that if youâd stopped Mattheo would join in the conversation to annoy you. After all, a relaxed Mattheo was more beneficial to you.
The three formerly curious boys stared at you, a mix of caution and fascination on their faces.
âYou can see Thestrals?â Blaise hesitated.Â
Fuck.Â
You tried not to tense, not wanting to show any vulnerability in front of the boys. You should have held back, too lost in your interest of magical creatures to remember what revealing that information meant. You could feel Mattheoâs eyes on you, the impenetrable stare sending a cold sweat down your spine, you willed yourself not to look at him.
âUm⌠yeah. But itâs not like, bad or sad or anything. Itâs⌠just what it is.â You choked out. You could feel your face flushing from embarrassment, you did not want to talk about this at all.Â
âIâve seen âem in books. They look fucking terrifying!â Enzo joked, grateful for the change in tone you smiled lightly at him.Â
âHonestly, Iâll take them any day over an Acromantula. Thereâs a whole huge nest in there.â You joked back. This seemed to break the mood into something more lighthearted, Blaiseâs eyes popping wide.Â
âAn Acromantula nest? As in there is more than one of those in there?âÂ
You laughed at his astonishment, âYes! Luna showed me! Harry showed it to her after heâd been in there!âÂ
âItâs not enough for you to be hanging around with Loony Lovegood, you hang around Potter too?â Draco snarled, his full attention now on you.Â
Your fingers had slightly tightened in Mattheoâs hair when Blaise had asked if you could see Thestrals, your body automatically tensing from the uncomfortable query. But now you were clenching his hair so tight he let out a low groan, the sound zapping nerves in your gut. You mumbled a soft âsorryâ before turning your furious attention completely on Draco.Â
âI donât hang around Harry, heâs friends with Luna, not that itâs any of your business Draco,â You seethed. You could feel the lion inside of you foaming at the mouth, encouraging you to hex Malfoy in protection of your best friend. You tried to swallow your wrath, assuming Mattheo wouldnât take too kindly to any action against one of his friends.Â
âWell, hardly surprising that Loony is friends with a blood traitor and a mudblood.â Your entire body felt like it was dipped in lava, your head ignited with the urge to rip the blonde apart with your bear hands. Mattheoâs mocking and bestowing you with a fucking torturous collar felt small in compassion to how you were feeling now, the seething heat of venom in your mouth threatening rupture.
âCome down here and say that Malfoy.â
Draco dropped down from the tree, squatting in front of you to get on your level, âI said, youâre a mudblood and your friend is a-â Without any hesitation you brought your head back and, with as much force as you could muster, slammed your forehead into Dracoâs nose. A sickening crunch was heard, followed by spewing blood from Dracoâs nose as he fell backward.Â
âDid you just head butt me?!â Draco cried, hand going up to his face in an effort to stop the blood.Â
âFuck yeah I did. Say what you want about me, I donât give a shit, Iâve heard worse. But you wonât talk about my best friend that way.â You snarled. The instant pain and headache that rocked you after was well worth it, watching streams of blood gush from the young Malfoyâs nose.
âMattheo, do something about your little pet!â Draco demanded, his voice nasal from holding his broken, bleeding nose.
âOh, I will. But sheâs mine to mess with Draco, let this be the first and last lesson not to do it again.â Mattheo shrugged.Â
âCome on man, letâs get you to Madam Pomfreyâ Blaise sighed, pulling a frustrated, sputtering Draco away from the group. Blaise respectfully nodded at you, before walking away with a whining Draco.Â
You sighed, looking down at Mattheo, âOkay, how much trouble am I in for that?â Youâd hoped to get it over with as soon as possible.Â
âOh, a lot. You canât just go around head butting my friends, Kitten.â Mattheo laughed.Â
Your eyes rolled at him and your shoulders slumped a bit but you didnât seem too down. âWorth it.â
âOkay, her, I like.â Theo announced, his voice a pleasing mixture of shock and amusement over what heâd just witnessed. You took this as high praise from the Italian Slytherin, he was typically known to disregard mostly everyone.
âIâll say! That was a sight to see.â Enzo joked, âI canât believe you head butted him. I bet you heâs in the infirmary right now doing the âmy father will hear about this!â thing.â Enzo, Theo and Mattheo laughed, completely agreeing that Draco would very well be bitching about this right now.Â
When Theo and Enzo turned to their own conversation, you looked at Mattheo, whose eyes were already on you.
âSoâŚâ you whispered, âWhatâs the punishment?âÂ
âOh Kitten,â Mattheo huffed, a wicked promise in his voice, âJust you wait and see.â
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#First one is THE LONG series of GEESE that fly by!!! my aforementioned friends... Or I think I referenced them in tags of some post#days ago. and how I love watching them. See how many there are? And multiple of these will go by. It's like hundreds of them.#Then just the sky because I love the sky. My hair looking ridiculous as it always does when I brush it out of the four big braids I always#keep it in to keep it out of the way lol. I just find it silly how small it can be all braided up and then as soon as it is Released and#combed then it poofs into some sort of swamp dwelling wizard style.#Then... a daily word count... have been so busy the past week that I sadly haven't written much but I'm WORKING on it. Still on the blasted#'odd jobs' tasks sections which were SUPPOSED to be very quick and short. but.. alas.. Though I am on basically the last one. You go work#for one of the enchanting specialists in the city (very important in society since a majority of people cannot do that type of magic) and#basically he just works so much he has no time for a social life so he hires random people to sit with him in the afternoons doing menial#tasks. You show up thinking you'll help with some Important Job or something but hes just like 'no... peel this apple for me.. :)' lol#Edit note: arrgh just had to fish a slippery avocado pit out of a narrow garbage disposal drain with a chopstick. felt like some#sort of taskmaster challenge or something.. gods... I know some people just reach into them. I guess maybe#my hand would fit?? but... erm... scary. what about Sharp Things in there or something.. also Sludge of some sort perhaps.#ANWYAY.. interruption... I got up to go to the kitchen in the middle of typing my tags... lol..#Next image is SLEEPING boye.. And then PIGEONS!!!!!!!!!! my beloveds...#Oh then the giant evil hole in my bathroom ceiling which is STILL not fixed and the repair people still have to come back again.. BUT they#did have this terrible industrial dehumidifier thing they put in the bathroom and just left here for like 5 days and it was like a noisy#hairdryer going at all times and raised the heat in the bathroom from 65F to 76F in like two hours so.. I'm glad at least at their#last arrival they've finally taken it away.... the Noise Beast... silence in my house at last...#though I am still plagued by Mysterious Hole.. the plastic wrap rustles sometimes when I'm in there.... go away...#Ah. Then a delightful little lemon poppyseed muffin someone didn't want and then gave to me. Which was interesting since I haven't#had one in soooo long even though its like a very Classic Flavor.. I do quite like them though now that I've had one again. :0c#Lastly.. mushrooms. I think it's the mushroom season here. Everywhere you go outside there's some new manner of fungus#having popped up from nowhere. I like the variety of all their little shapes. These in particular have an interesting wispy curled layers#sort of look to them. Almost like a shaggy hairstyle that's curled up at the ends or something. They seem neat to draw perhaps.#Okay.. that is all.. I still have literally like 2 costumes and 12 outfits and I think 1 sculpture? to post.. but I am so busy this is#what I can manage for now I suppose lol... quick pictures that don't really take any sorting or cropping or editing lol#photo diary
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when did the breath of the wild fandom unanimously decide that sidon has two dicks? like, was there a meeting? because i have not seen one explicit fic where he didnât have two, and iâm just wondering-
#ao3 fanfic#breath of the wild#botw#botw sidon#sidlink#legend of zelda#zelda#prince sidon#i really have to know#itâs been plaguing me for weeks you donât understand#why does this man have two dicks and when was this decided
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Castlevania is interesting but tell my why we get three episodes of internal conflict in the dracula castle (good) while the main characters are on a library and do fuck all. Well they have three scenes of relationship building that are supposed to mean something when they come out but they are so little and superficial imo
#and why the hell was season 1 four episodes#alucard and trevor hating each other is understandable but the resolution is fuck all and do not get me started on sypha and trevor#or sypha and alcuard. also sypha talks like she is supposed to reveal their inner workings and thats so bad.....#trevor and alucard are teens stuck in men bodies so they dont get along ok. can i know why....#also they were laughing and joking in gresit so what happened all of the sudden. the library is no excuse bc alucard knew who trevor was#idk man. its such a nothing burger. sypha and trevor relationship comes out of thin air wdym youre the best. since when are you being honest#am i going to blame this on a short episode count and also short episodes. yeah maybe. plague upon the earth#but them stuck in the library for three episodes and doing fuck all is just.... why#also dracula your war council is WHACK#get better fighters what is thus#also why is alucard a wolf. and hus flying sword. i an sure it is explained in the games but hello can i know why#why are we fighting in the study....#you know maybe i dont care bc alucard killing his father was very good. wish it made me care about trevor or sypha#and the dialogue wasnt so cringe sometimes#i respect sypha's two boyfriends grind i do. by god she will make them get along#wished i cared more.....#sypha telling them how they have grown as characters.... stop.....#hector has been kept as a pet noooo.....#not his face carmilla.... thats his biggest asset....#girl are you making marriage bows on the wagon after a week??? girl..... did he suddenly stop smelling like piss bc he sure didnt bathe#dont you worry ablut feeling lonely alucard im on my way.... if you will have me bc i am not sure about that yet but i will try alas#that last cry was just a little treat bc damn#you know alucard and dracula are the thing here and they dont even talk until the end.... travis and sypha on the other hand....#talking tag#watching castlevania
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ocd sucks for a number of reasons but it's objectively at its stupidest when the inside of my brain just sounds like a twitter argument between two people who haven't been outside in a month
#like now they aren't even fun upsetting thoughts it's shit like 'if two people with the same hair color date that's basically incest'#which is a real thought i have had and has been plaguing me for the past week. jesse what the fuck are you talking about#.txt
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Covid is unfortunately spreading around my marching band. Was talking to this guy I hate. He was like âI canât believe I didnât get it!â (a close contact of his tested positive last week). I said. âWell donât call it too soon, it can take up to two weeks to incubateâ. He said. âWait, for real?!â. Girl. I hate you so much
#WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID#itâs like everyone forgot everything COVID related once the mask mandates ended. kill me#I have been spared so far thank god even though people Iâve stood or sat next to for long periods of time have gotten it#also like the are no fucking regulations bitches will be out with Rona and back like four days later cause they tested negative once.#girl go home.#itâs like week two or three since people have started to get sick and this plague is going to spread around the band for MONTHS if this is#the way people are acting#peopleâs ROOMATES will be sick with it and theyâll show up to practice without a mask. what in the hell
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i canât believe i managed to get fucking mono and didnât even get it by doing anything fun
#mono glandular fever whatever the people who will see the joke will call it mono and itâs less clinical sounding#I need to shout about a lot of stuff now and if you do not know a bunch about whatâs been happening already this will not make any sense#Iâm just fucking. so [static] about how this term has gone bc this isnât how it was meant to go#this year was meant to be good! it was going well enough already! I was genuinely happy and wouldâve recovered from the bumps!#and itâs my last year in this fucking place and a good chunk of that time is just Gone now. eaten by this bullshit#I had so many plans! and I was actually doing them! and thatâs collapsed now!#just on the kind of basic level there I was gonna do dnd and while we might get a few sessions Nobody least of all me#will have time to do much. and I was gonna try to do Some Kind Of Exercise I donât know why the phrase work out sounds bad but that and like#didnât happen! and now I have mono :) and I canât even do ice hockey anymore#worst part abt that is that I didnât and wouldnât have noticed that Iâve been so much more tired than normal for the past month if it werent#for the fucking throat swelling#but like! Iâm going home in two weeks bc I canât stand being here any more than I absolutely have to now and I hate that! I want to be here!#I want to get back to my fucking life but that just Isnât Happening now because of all this bullshit#and everything bar the mono has been stupid and preventable but Iâm also pretty sure I Got the mono bc I was so stressed + run down already#I need things to be normal again when I come back in January but I donât know how much it will ever be normal again in this flat#and on top of that I am So Behind on work. I canât tell how much I should have done but Iâm barely working. Iâve probably done no more than#like 10-15 hours a week? for the past three weeks and thatâs honestly optimistic because itâs so hard to even get out of fucking bed#I wanna see my fucking friends but I havenât been and the last time I saw someone was turning down a guy who surprise: Still Into Me#I was gonna do shit this weekend but then storm and being plagued so not wanting to go out in the storm#and this weekend was nice I had some time to myself which I havenât had in ages but. I think I just miss everything really bad#I need to cook and itâs getting late and before I can cook I need to do a bunch of cleaning Iâve been putting off and I canât Not do either#tonight I need to do both bc I donât have food left and I literally canât cook until I clean so I should go do that now#Iâm terrified Iâm losing something I canât get back and will be later making decisions based on short term bullshit that fucked it all up#Iâm gonna go clean while I still have something left in me#luke.txt
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R U Mine?
Synopsis. Does he really count as an ĂŠx if heâs fĂşcking you this good?
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, ĂŠxes, mating press, theyâre REALLY down bad, jealousy (Nanamiâs, Sukunaâs), brĂŠeding, marathon sĂŠx, recording (Sukunaâs), creampĂe, cĂşmplay, pĂşssytalking, possessĂve boys, oraI (fem receiving), thĂgh rĂding, fĂngering, proposals, HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.2k
A/N. I love men groveling hehe. Hope yâall have a great week!
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⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - 1 week
Oh, itâs around the fourth orgasm when Toji canât think - canât even breathe.
Canât do anything but spit out little profanities into your swollen lips while he rams his messy cock deeper into your sloppy entrance. Body moving before his mind to savor the sweet sweet cunt thatâs been plaguing his mind all week.
Again. And again. And again and again and-
âA week.â you hear that familiar mantra from behind you, whirling your teary eyes to stare over your shoulder at your utterly wrecked ex-husband. Gaze glassy, cheeks flushed, lips sagging open as he pants, âA whole week, nâ youâre sure she didnât m-miss me, doll? Didnât crave me fillinâ her up?âÂ
And Toji takes your pitiful little whine as enough of an answer, reaching down below to thumb apart your folds greedily - all puffy and sensitive where he swipes at the seed trickling down your poor, overfilled slit. âOr do I just hafta prove it to ya?â
So mean with the way heâs shoving each and every thick spurt of his cum back inside your gummy walls. Sloppier. Languid, as the exhaustion sets in - and honestly, Toji doesnât even know if he can cum again despite the long, calculated strokes into your snug cunt.Â
But he has to, even if it fucking kills him.Â
Moaning messily, your knees weaken at his renewed vigor, âT-Toji I-â Laying your body limply over the lewd little pool of cum below you, you claw at the damp sheets. âD-didnât-â
But he doesnât hear - doesnât even care when he brings up his shaky fingers -Â glossy, and covered in the mess of your juices and his cum - up to your swollen lips.Â
âAh ah-â he tuts, pushing the pads of his thick fingers between them amusedly. Dick swelling up further inside you at the way that smart mouth of yours sucks on the salty taste like such a slut. âThese mm- sheets were expensive since ya ngh- threw out all mine, yâknow. Câmere, come to your husband.â
And in a split second, two, strong hands are pulling you back up by your forearms. Arching your body back like such a slut, bending you in half against Tojiâs sculpted front. And fuck this new angle makes you keen.Â
Heâs pressing a chaste kiss into your quivering shoulders, âOr- we could just mm fuck- share the same ones again?â
That only makes your hips fuck back against his, messily trying to meet his ruthless tempo - one that has you depending on Toji holding you up like some ragdoll. One that has him pistoning his hips faster, more purposeful, so infuriatingly familiar with the way he glides his aching tip along your ravaged g-spot.Â
âY-youâre too much-â you meet his amused, half-lidded gaze. Letting him lick and kiss at the big fat tears rolling down your cheeks, grazing your lips against that tiny scar of his. âShouldâve ngh- never-â
âNo.â a groan bursts from his lips. Fingers tightening - sure leave marks around your arms, using the gravity to bounce your body deeper into his cock. âNo no no no- was a- fuuuck stop squeezinâ me sâtight- was a joke, doll. Already waited a week, donât go takinâ this ah- pussy away from me again.âÂ
For all his cockiness, Toji sounded worried - so genuinely concerned as he drags his sensitive length along your plushy walls. Tears pricking behind his eyes with each painful squeeze of his twitching balls, smacking your skin with each rough, depraved thrust inside
Scoffing, âWh-what if I mmpf- do?â
And heâs slamming his hips into you so mean that you could almost feel the overabundance of cum sloshing inside you, claiming you from the inside out. Hips sloppy in a way that told heâs lost whatever sanity he had left.
âSaid mâsorry, right? Câmooon-â Dancing an open palm up to press down on your lower stomach, hard. Letting Tojiâs cum ooze down his length, pooling at his heavy balls. âShe missed me too- look how much sheâs ngh- takinâ. How much more she wants.â
Tojiâs free hand comes up to squish your cheeks together in an embarrassing pout, forcing your head down just enough to look at the heavenly sight below. And what youâre met with has you mewling out his name embarrassingly louder.Â
Your poor pussy stuffed to the brim, just bulging with the struggle to take your ex-husband.Â
But still trying so needily to milk him as much as possible, clenching and quivering every time his fat head kisses all your sensitive spots.Â
And despite all that, you still stupidly lie, âDidnât- didnât miss you.â
Itâs like he expected that - was waiting for it even, as an excuse to go harder.
âWell thenâŚâ a slow, dangerous smirk spreads across Tojiâs features - one that definitely didnât bode well for you. He presses a hot peck against your wobbly lips, cock twitching knowingly against your g-spot. âGuess Iâve gotta f-fill her up again to prove it.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - 3 weeks
âLook at me.â you hear from above you, two long fingers gently tilting your head up to meet Nanamiâs hardened gaze. âLook at whoâs fucking you, my love.â
You squirm, thighs trying to clamp around where he was positioned between them. âK-Kenââ
âYeah, thatâs it.â Nanami hushes you gently - the exact opposite of those languid, heavy grinds of his aching cock into your already-stuffed cunt. Shoving you further and further up those silky sheets of his with each smack of his hips, âSâme. I hah- I got you, darling. Finally, I got you.â
Itâs been a whole three weeks without your pretty touch, without those sweet sweet moans spilling from your lips. Without you - sprawled out all prettily like this on Nanamiâs king-sized bed, being fucked into the mattress by him like you deserve.Â
And heâll be sure to make up for those three weeks.
Nanami pushes away the bouquet of roses heâd gotten you earlier today, throwing your legs over his sculpted shoulders to bend you into such a mean mating press.Â
Heâs murmuring against the underside of your jaw, âI missed you, my love. Missed my cute cunt.â Rolling his hips deeper into yours, fat head kissing at your poor g-spot with each little movement. Nosing down the sweet spots on your pulse, âMissed those sweet noises for me. Missed-â Biting down on the crook of your neck, hard. Enough to break skin if Nanami really wanted to. â-this. This oneâs for that douche at the club.â
Youâre gasping at those neat little indents on your skin, fingers twitching upwards to feel the deep, purposeful mark. Never has Nanami acted this feral. Never has he left embarrassing marks to admire for later.Â
âKen- what-â you whine - but you donât get very far with that dazed little sentence.Â
No, because Nanamiâs dragging his lips so searingly across the print, hips stuttering forwards while he kisses away the dredges of pain. Only to turn his head to the other side of your neck and give you a sinful, matching mark on the other side.Â
Murmuring into your skin, âThat oneâs for the hah- cashier that looked at you wrong. Nâ this oneâs-â Pretty lips sucking a tiny mark right above, â-for the security guard that was too nice to ya.â
Fuck.
No sooner are you actually realizing what is happening, Nanamiâs pulling out with a pained grunt - like it killed him to be apart. Even if it was just for all of the two seconds it took for him to flip you onto your stomach like some ragdoll, strong arms supporting your weight.Â
And if you were in any better state of mind youâd have questions. Literally anything but those fucked-out little moans he was dragging out of you, rock-hard cock molding your walls to him with each mean, possessive stroke.Â
âThis one-â Nanami kisses up your curved spine, biceps bulging as he wraps them around your middle. Biting down on the small of your back, â-sâfor Higurama a-asking for your ngh- number.â Onto your shoulder, tough. Meaner than the rest, in fact, âNâ this oneâs for Gojo.â
Fuck, and he wonât stop - canât. Leaving you utterly wrecked like youâd been thrown to the wolves. But no, itâs just Nanami Kento.
âNghh- Ken.â you blabber when he doesnât ease up on colliding his thick tip against your g-spot. And as if that wasnât enough, heâs snaking down a hand to draw tight, urgent little circles on your clit. âBut mâyours! N-no need to be soâŚâ
A low chuckle sounds in your ear, âWhat, my love?â And Nanami pistons his hips even harder, bouncing you onto the fresh mattress. âMean? Jealous? Possessive?âÂ
Each little description is rattled off with a harsh pattern on your clit, sending white-hot pleasure down your poor, marked-up body - all the way down to your stuffed pussy. Bulging and stuttering with each harsh thrust.
You turn your head around to meet an uncharacteristically disheveled Nanami, familiar blue button-up pulled open, stray strands of blond sticking to his forehead, that furrow in his brow softening at the sight of your fucked-out expression.Â
Through those hard, taxing rams of his hips against yours, Nanami manages to whisper out a ragged, âYouâre jusâ too perfect, my girl. Too irresistible.â Hot tongue licking all over those bruises he so proudly made, âCanât help but ngh- wanâ you for myself. Want to write my name on you.âÂ
âW-write your- hngh- Didnât think youâd be so-â Youâre cut off by Nanamiâs fingers moving sloppier - faster. Those messy little circles forming- oh. Fuck.Â
Your eyes widen, blinking up tearily at Nanamiâs loving grin that told you he knew what he was doing. Fingers deftly rolling against your sensitive nub to draw out a persistent little K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T
âThis oneâŚâ He trails off, pulling your back flush against the ridges and curves of his toned front. So tight it almost hurt. Making it easy to dip his head down and suck on your syrupy addictive lips, âThis oneâs all fâme.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - 1 month
Itâd been a nice, long month without any noise complaints from your neighbors. A month of being left with nothing but the thought of you and whatever disappointing rebound sex youâd been having to make up for it.Â
And to Geto Suguru, that was a month too long.Â
Which is why he was currently snaking your shaky legs to lock around his neck, hot breath ghosting over your soaked panties as he hums. âOh how I missed this view.â
You let out an embarrassed whine, cheeks burning at the way that Getoâs hooded eyes were just devouring the sight of your dripping wet cunt. Greedily pulling aside the flimsy fabric to eye the way your pretty pussy was glistening and winking up needily at him.Â
âDid anyone else treat you like ya deserve?â
âWha- oh!â
Geto doesnât waste any time, flattening his hot tongue to drag it along your sloppy slit - too impatient, too starved to go without a taste any longer. Hell, he already waited a month for this. And he wasnât going to wait any longer. âMmm-â Dewy eyes rolling to the back of his head, âEven sweeter than I remembered, gorgeous.â
Diving in so deep between your legs that his nose was pressing up so sinfully against your throbbing clit, chin grinding against your skin. Like he couldnât care - would love it - in fact if he could suffocate buried right here in his favorite place.Â
âMmm,â he smacks his lips against your puffy ones, teasingly circling right around the sweet spot of your clit. âBet the neighbors missed me, huh? Missed the way I had you screaminâ on my mouth?â
You click your tongue, bucking your hips up - partially because you needed Geto to make out with your cunt the way you knew he wanted to, partially because you really needed him to shut up right now. âM-maybe.â you mutter.
Getoâs eyes are widening in mock-surprise, âMaybe?â Hooking a finger underneath that familiar little hair tie on his wrist to easily tie back those long, inky locks. Oh. Fuck. You were so fucked. ââMaybeâ she says, hah. Well, hereâs a little reminder, gorgeous.â
And itâs all you can do to bring a hand up to your mouth, trying not to scream when Geto presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss on your needy pussy. Pretty pink lips wrapping around your sensitive nub to suck - harsh. Peering smugly at you through his long lashes when you thrash and buck closer.Â
âYeah?â Geto slurs into your cunt, one hand pushing down your reckless hips. The other rolling your ravaged clit between two fingers. âRemembered?â
It was true - none of your past hookups have ever been this dizzyingly good.Â
Your mouth sags open, letting out a broken whine that makes Geto throw his head back and laugh - laugh. Long tongue darting out again, circling your sloppy entrance, pressing in. âNot yet, I think.â
And oh while you were desperately trying to keep quiet, he was trying his very best to do the exact opposite.Â
Tongue bullying past your puffy lips to map out all those sweet spots against your gummy walls, brows furrowing in concentration when he picks up an intense, maddeningly little tempo.
And yet, the only thing ringing in Getoâs ears were those fucking obscene squelches from below. Well, that wonât do.Â
âOh!â you yelp at the feeling of two long fingers pumping past that first ring of muscle. âNgh- fuck you- Sugu!â
Hitting the bullseye of your g-spot straight on. Making you let out a slutty little ah! ah! ah! as his finger pads drag against every sopping nook and cranny of your plushy walls. âLemme know how good it feels, gorgeous.â
Unapologetic. Unrelenting, as Geto plays with you on his fingers. On his mouth lapping at your syrupy sweet juices, rolling his tongue so mean against your ravaged clit. Your sloppy entrance. Fuck, even those sensitive areas on your thighs. Anywhere and everywhere that Geto Suguru could reach because shit, itâs been too long. And heâs drunk, so fucking drunk on his girlâs pussy.Â
Your eyes snap open, and shit the sight is so pretty that it makes you clamp down sinfully on his fingers. Hair falling out of his sloppy bun, framing Getoâs pretty flushed face. As pink as those lips meshing messily with yours. Eyes dazed, miles away, your slick dripping down his face, down, down, down all the way to the curve of his jaw.Â
You manage to let out a disbelieving mutter of, âY-your girl?â And when that doesnât rouse Geto, you tug familiarly on his disheveled hair. Having to fucking pull him back to repeat, âYour girl?âÂ
Fuck, did he say that out loud?
Oh, well - he wasnât entirely wrong, was he?
And he tells you that - involuntarily, of course, high off your sweet taste and your cute moans. Loud. Movements only speeding up.Â
âSâtrue.â You feel his lips form a fucked-out smile against your pussy, âThis pretty pussy is mine, right? Sâmine to ruin.â Giving your poor, abused clit a lingering, chaste peck - one that if you didnât know any better, youâd consider to be apologetic. âMine to make you scream.â
So it only makes sense that you do when you cum.Â
âHngh- oh my god oh my god, Sugu Iâm- mâcumming mâcumming hah-â Your thighs tighten around Getoâs frenzied head, vision blurry while he laps away content at your pussy. Difficult, almost, with the way you were clenching and milking his face. Until your voice was hoarse, âIâm- ohâ
Your hips drag along his pretty face, and he eases you into it. âYeahh, thatâs it.â Giving your ass a gentle smack, âJusâ like that. Let âem know. Let everyone know thereâs no one that knows this pussy as good as me.âÂ
âY-youâre so- nghâ
âShhh shhh, I know I know, gorgeous. But save your voice-â Geto rock-hard cock twitches needily at the thought of how fucking pissed everyone in this apartment building was about to be. â-cuz youâre about to lose it, soon.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - 4 days
Choso feels hot - he feels like heâs burning from the inside out when you slide your slutty excuse of your panties to the side. Spreading your legs to flash him a glimpse of your dripping wet cunt, âSo do it then, if youâre so sorry.â
And oh was Choso sorry.Â
Sorry he couldnât move faster with the way he was immediately sidling up right next to you, shaky fingers trembling on that belt of his until his red, angry cock springs free. Smearing a lewd streak of precum down his abs.
Sorry he couldnât even pretend to want this any less when heâs immediately sliding his fat, leaky tip between your pretty folds. Sliding up and down up and down up and-
âOh.â you jaw falls slack when he presses in, stretching that first, feeble ring of resistance around Chosoâs thick tip. Hips stuttering in protest, âFuck- forgot how- ngh, big you are, Cho.â
âS-sorry-â he gasps into your open mouth, moving in shallow, slow grinds to squeeze inside. Catching your lips with his in a messy kiss, âSorry mâsorry- m- hah-â And whatever coherent thoughts are fucked out of Chosoâs mind when he finally sinks in all the way, âOhhh mâsorry.â
Sorry it took him a whole four days until he was buried to the hilt inside your syrupy sweet pussy again.Â
He squeezes the fat of your ass between two hands, pulling your tight pussy impossibly deeper down his length. All the way until you could feel the thump! thump! thump! of his racing veins again your gummy walls. âMâyours again, right?â
And despite his question, Choso doesnât even think about giving you the time to answer - immediately shoving his swollen cock inside until he could feel the plush of your cervix. Fucking you into your couch so ruthlessly, so depraved.Â
Making up for those four days - twofold.
âNgh- f-fuck, Cho, where did ngh- where did this all come from?â you whine, biting down on his wobbly lower lip. âWhatâs got you so-â
One arm wraps around your middle, the other snaking down to cut you off with one, hard roll of his thumb against your throbbing clit. âYou.â Is all he manages to get out, before looping that same thumb around your flimsy panties. Once - hard.Â
Rip!
Looking right into your bleary eyes as he shreds them clean off your waist.
And you can only watch - lips dropping into a soft oh! of disbelief as Choso brings the sodden, tattered fabric up, up, up to his face. Breathing in your essence, âF-fuuck, nâ this pretty pussy, of course.âÂ
Immediately, heâs smashing into your sensitive spot. Sloppy. Animalistically.Â
So depraved - not even pulling all the way out until his weeping tip is circling your entrance like usual. Instead, fucking into you in just quick, jagged thrusts like he was addicted to the feeling of your cunt, addicted to each pretty moan pulled out from you when he brushes up against your g-spot.Â
âSâtoo good, Cho.â you mewl at the way youâre being shoved higher and higher up your couch with your ex-boyfriendâs rough cadence. âSâtoo- oh-â Scrambling at the cushions, the coffee-table, anything and everything to keep whateverâs left of your sanity.Â
So much so that you almost miss the gentle hand placing your trembling ones over Chosoâs broad shoulders, whispering out a strained, âMâsorry. Fuck- mâsorry.â Â
You didnât even know what he was apologizing for at this point, but you circle your hands around his neck to pull him closer. Letting Choso place his teary eyes on your mouth, tentatively sucking on your bottom lip, âMâyours, right?â Abusing your poor sweet spots, fingers taking their place back to toy with your pulsing clit. Rolling and circling the sensitive nub against his thick fingers, âLemme be yours, baby- canât ngh- canât live without your sweet pussy. Without you.âÂ
âY-yeah?â you let out a wet murmur.
And Chosoâs giving you a barely-lucid nod, each drag of his cock along your gummy walls makes him grow louder. Pulling you along with him, closer and closer.Â
âMhm, wanna be yours-â Utterly wrecked little strangled gasps of your name escaping him, âMâgonna die- ya feel too good. Too- hah- mine. Oh, baby mâsorry Iâm-â
Itâs all it takes for him to send you over the end, with one harsh collision of his thick head against your g-spot. And suddenly youâre seeing stars behind your eyes, feeling Chosoâs cock twitch wildly as he fucks you through your high.Â
Once. Twice.
With absolutely no rhythm or rhyme - just running on the fumes of you milking him so fucking tight and an orgasm so hard it has tears pricking behind his lids. Cumming in thick, hot ropes of his seed that coat your walls white - again and again and- Choso canât stop. Doesnât want to stop.Â
âMâsorry- nghâ Doesnât want to do anything other than push your legs so far apart it burned, eyeing the creamy ring of white around his base as he whispers, âIâve still got four days to make up for.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 13 days
âYa think heâs really gonna like this, brat?â Sukuna breathes hotly against your ear above the thumping bass. Sharp canines grazing along the outer shell, âThink hell like how pretty you look whining on my lap like this?â
You huff in frustration, eyes screwed up against the harsh flashlight shining down on your precarious position. Hands still urgently tugging down your ex-boyfriend tight boxers, skirt hiking up where you were sat so sluttily across his muscled thighs.Â
Honestly, you didnât know that all itâd take for Sukuna to snap was a risky little dance with some cute guy at this party. Eyes hardening, all but dragging your smug self into the nearest unlocked bedroom.Â
But, hell, you werenât complaining about it, either.
âMaybe.â you flash him a devilish grin, batting your lashes up so devilishly innocently at the phone camera pointed at you. Perfectly catching the way your bare cunt was just drooling and glistening all over him, âOr maybe heâll just wonder why your dickâs so sm-â
Whatever insult dies on the tip of your tongue when Sukuna pulls down his boxers just enough for his swollen cock to hit his toned front.Â
Rock-hard and beading angry precum at his fat head, running down, down, down his long length to pool at his heavy balls. So unfairly big that it made your thighs quiver - fuck, itâs been too long.Â
And Sukuna notices - of course he does.Â
âWhat were ya sayinâ, brat?â he hums, dick twitching ever-so-slightly at the flustered shake of your head. âNo no no,â Sukuna raises his knee so that gravity slides you closer down his thigh, his free hand reaching out to squish your cheeks together. Possessive. Demanding. You gasp as he starts up a steady, methodical bobbing of his leg to the music outside. â-use your words. My dickâs so what?â
Sukuna knew the answer - and you did, too.Â
And it certainly wasnât wrapping your swollen lips around that large thumb of his on your face, sucking softly as you rock your hips back to meet his cadence.Â
âNothing, Kuna.â you smile, syrupy sweet. Letting your cunt form a lewd little wet patch that helps you slide easier. âJust talking about-â Sukunaâs breath hitches in his broad chest when you wrap your soft palm around the base of his cock, squeezing. â-how much I missed your dick.â
The camera shakes in his hand, âYou little minx.â
Maybe you were an idiot - maybe you were a genius.
Because no sooner are the words out of his mouth before Sukunaâs bucking into your hips, dragging your sloppy cunt along the dips and curves of his thigh muscles. Having him fuck your fist at the same frenzied tempo.
Muffled around his fingers, âKuna-âÂ
âShut up.â he hisses, resting your pretty pussy on that tattooed band on his leg. âCouldnât even last two weeks. If you hah- missed my dick so bad then yâcan get off on this, too, hm?âÂ
And shit you forgot how mean Sukuna was with his little movements.Â
Bouncing his legs to grind your dripping cunt along his thigh, making you ride it so hard that your throbbing clit is catching on his muscles. All the way from near his knee down the sinful trail to where you could almost meet his aching cock.
He pushes the phone closer to catch the way your eyes roll to the back of your head, lips sagging open stupidly. âAnswer me. Answer the camera, tell him how much you missed me.âÂ
The blurry camera alternates between the way youâre pumping your hand - all shaky and soaked in precum - up and down his cock. And the way Sukunaâs dipping a large hand down to help spread your swollen pussy lips, toying with your sensitive nub in the process.
âNgh-â you squeal when he places that same hand back on your hips, taking control to bully your hips harder and harder down his thigh. Flashlight illuminating that obscene trail of sweet sweet juices youâve left behind. âM-missed this-â
Sloppier. More desperate.Â
And, usually, heâd tease you a little for being so pliant, for humping him like a bitch in heat - but fuck Sukuna canât even speak when your thumb teases nimbly underneath his sensitive tip - just the way he liked.
âO-oh-â heâs letting out a guttural groan, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the familiar touch. âHeh, that needy? You ngh- wanted this that much ya had to dance with a loser to fuuuck- make me jealous?â
And yet for all Sukunaâs talk, heâs only fucking his hips up into your fist. Recording the way he was furiously twitching in your hands, so needy. So depraved.Â
Fingers jolting to leave little crescent marks on your hips as they tighten. Words strained, âWanâed to ride my thigh like before? To leave your lilâ mark on me? After all, I did get this thigh tattoo in honor of you, yâknow.âÂ
Itâs all you can do to sob out, hips stuttering messily. âK-Kuna- mâclose- ah-â Messily dragging your lips across his, âGonna cum mmpf- gonna cum gonna-â
But oh you shouldâve known. Shouldâve gotten an inkling that your dear ex-boyfriend wouldnât let you off that easy.Â
Because in a split-second, youâre being plucked off Sukunaâs thigh so easily, the camera set up in some corner of the bed to capture the way he sandwiches his swollen cock between your puffy folds. Kneading at your ass to slobber your syrupy juices all over him.Â
Mouth quirking up into a cruel little smile at your disappointed little whine, âYou really think mâgetting ya for the first time in almost two weeks nâ letting you cum on anything but my cock?â And an even crueler laugh, âBetter get workinâ before I send this video to that new boytoy of yours, brat.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - 6 hours
âNew shoes, new purses, new nails-â Gojo has his face buried into the crook of your neck, swollen lips bursting with new, broken little moans each passing second, â-a new car- fuck- five new cars. I donât care, sweetheart. Jusâ- jusâ a bit more-â
âSix hoursâŚâ
âSix hours too fuckinâ long, thought mâgonna die without this sweet sweet cunt.â
And oh then two large hands of his are shoving up that silky new dress heâd bought for you just a few hours before. Spreading your shaky legs further apart to piston his cock faster - deeper - into your heavenly cunt.Â
âHngh- T-Toruââ you whine, your new heels digging into the skin of Gojoâs toned hips. Jeweled bracelets clanging together as you drag your nails down his milky back - absolutely ruining the smooth canvas. âYouâre just b-bribing me.â
âSo?â Gojo sounds genuinely confused, raising his pussydrunk eyes to focus on yours, âWhatâs wrong with ohh fuck jusâ like that- spoiling my girl?â
You give him an eye roll - which only makes your ex-boyfriend let out a stuttering gasp. Head dropping back as his cock twitches wildly, massaging those hidden sweet spots along your gummy walls in a way that only he can.
âThe- the problem is- ngh mânot your girl.â
For the entirety of six hours, that is. And the great Gojo Satoru wasnât about to let that last for a minute longer.Â
âFuuuck donât say that, sweetheart.â Gojo groans, two fingers making their way downwards to toy with your poor clit, twirling and brushing the pads of his fingers against the sensitive nub. âYouâre my girl, always my girl, right? Or do I h-hafta ngh- buy ya another house to prove it?â
Youâre gasping at the sight of Gojo reaching for wherever his phone had been thrown off, well and fully intent on calling Tokyoâs best contractor right now. âNo!â Pinning his hand down with yours, âDonât- donât need another house, Toru.â
Gojoâs pretty pink lips fall into a stubborn pout, and yet his hips never stop. Fucking you into the mattress of this overpriced hotel suite so hard you were sure it would leave marks.Â
His heavy balls on your ass, thighs against your own, fingers on your waist - just itching, aching to rip this flimsy dress off of you and fuck you all over again in a whole new one from the stacks of bags on the floor.Â
âThen what.â he moans, words hitching upwards with each sloppy smack of his hips against yours. Shuddering out a heavy breath against your lips, âAnything- haaah anything for you. Anything nâ I jusâ want you- fuck fuck fuck jusâ want you.âÂ
Itâs a ragged, dizzying little mantra that he kept spitting into your open mouth. Only growing louder and louder with each drag of Gojoâs massive length against your dripping cunt. Stretching you out, molding you, drawing you back to him.
You choke out, âWanâ- want- ngh-âÂ
But fuck it was so difficult to speak with how needily Gojo was playing with your pretty pussy. Just ravaging your gaping hole with his unforgiving cock, molding you against each ride and curve of his dick. Fingers so firm on your clit, âMhm? Tell me- ngh anything.â
âWanâ you-â youâre letting out an embarrassed pant. Lips crashing against his stunned ones, âWanna cum- want you- fuck- wanna cum, Toru, so bad.â
âThen cum.â Itâs all you can make out through the blood roaring in your ears, your orgasm so close that it almost hurt. Or maybe thatâs just how hard that Gojo was pushing into your cervix, your g-spot, everywhere and anywhere. âCum fâme, my girl.â
And then you are - your entire body jolting into Gojoâs as he fucks you messily through your high. Over and over and-
Barely even making it three, mean thrusts before the way your tight pussy was milking him gets too much. Before he canât help but spill all into your gummy walls, painting then a creamy little white that was so sinful. So his.
Gojoâs free hand crushes you even closer to his body, pinning you down with his weight to make sure you take every single drop of his seed. All of it.Â
âOhh fuck- youâre right.â he grits out, the pleasure too much that his eyes are blown, jaw falling slack, veins popping out from the side of his neck. âNgh- this is the best- fuck, youâre the best. The- oh mâgonna give ya everything for the rest of mâlife-â
And in the haze of it all, you barely even register the cold, metallic band being slipped gently onto your finger. And despite your blurry, unfocused vision, you could pick apart the ridiculously large diamond winking at you under the dim-lighting. Gojoâs voice sounding way too-pleased as he hums, âJusâ a lilâ something I bought extra.â
A/N. Reader in Gojoâs is too nice idc Iâd be asking for that new house.Â
Plagiarism not authorized.
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simonâs work wife
one â two â three â four
the transition in your relationshipâif you could call it thatâwith simon was easier than you anticipated. he practically herded you into his apartment.
helping you pack, doing all the heavy lifting, and grunting softly when youâd ask if some of your decor would clash with his. âwhâtver you want in our house will go, doll.â
our house. our.
shivers ran down your spine when youâd hear him refer to your things as our. you didnât mind itâalbeit it did confuse you a bit because just two weeks ago you were single, and now you were living with your lieutenant, and sleeping in his bed, and heâd cook for youâeven knew how you liked your coffee in the morning.
the only weird thing was that he didnât touch you.
well he did, like placing a heavy hand on your lower back to guide you, or pressing up against you to grab a cup from the shelves because you couldnât reach it, or letting his thumb trail down your throat as you spoke to him.
but he didnât touch you.
that plagued your thoughts all day, even as you slipped into bed with him. letting out a small huff as he turned to face you in the dim light of the room.
âwhatâs wrong?â
ânothing.â
you could tell his brows pinched together but you didnât mention it. picking at your cuticles to stop yourself from looking at him.
you were still so confused; he clearly wanted you if his actions meant anything. and you couldnât deny that anytime heâd refer to you as his âmissusâ that warmth curled in your belly and left you a mess.
a needy, horny mess. it was his fault really.
he grunted, thick fingers wrapping around your soft thigh to pull you closer to him, âwe ainât supposed to go to sleep mad at each other.â
your nose scrunched up at him as you somehow found yourself under him, âand who sets these rules?â
he stared at you for a second before that same hand that was curled around your thigh now moved to curl around your throat gently, his eyes glued to your lips.
âme.â
you huff again, but make no move to move from under himâa move simon doesnât miss. âwhatâs go yaâ so worked up, sweetheart?â
the gravel in his voice had your skin heating up, nipples pebbling as you met his gaze, âyou.â
âme?â
âmhm.â
the amusement was clear in his eyes, staring down at you as he let his weight sink into you and you had to bite back the moan that threatened to leave your lips.
god, you felt pathetic. just the feeling of his cock on your belly, the scent of him, had you reeling.
âtell me what you need.â
one of his hands trailed lower, thumb barely ghosting over your nipple and a breathless whine left your mouth. âwellâi-i need you to perform your duties-â
a rumbly laugh left his mouth as his nose dipped down to your throat, licking up your neck and nipping softly, âmy duties?â
heat coiled in your belly, arousal pulling between your thighs as you tried to control your breathing. âand what duties have i been falling short on?â
your mind went hazy as he cupped your breast, lowering his hips to press his cock against your cunt, heavy and thick and just there. teasing you further by not moving.
âhave i been neglecting my missus?â
that pulled a moan straight from your parted lips, hips bucking upwards to grind against his cock as he grunted lowly. ây-yes, been neglecting me.â
he nipped at your neck, thick fingers easily snapping away that lacy fabric that sat on your hips as he growled out softly, âmâsorry, baby. iâll make it up to you.â
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Innocents among you
Part Two to TRAITORS AMONG US
SIMON RILEY X FEM!READER TASK FORCE 141 X FEM!READER
Summary: Your torture is over, but is it really? There is only the torment in your mind now. The nightmares, the flashbacks, the flowers at your hospital bed and the tormentors awaiting the relief of your forgiveness.
Part 3!!
Part 4
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You flatlined twice, almost as soon as you were handed off to the medics.
Committing themselves to doing CPR before bringing in the defibrillator for an electric charge to your sudden cardiac arrest. "Clear!" They restarted your heart just outside the hallway of your cell, Simon held back by Price as your heart stopped again within the same minute and panic ensued. Johnny and Kyle hearing the news, rushing up towards the hall, their footsteps probably the echo that you held onto as your heart rate picked back up.
Clearly, you lived.
You didn't have the luxury of going comatose immediately after. As you would've preferred.
You'd awoken hours after the medical team carried you off to the infirmary. Still on edge, still plagued by discomfort and cold, despite the lights of the recovery facility and the nurses that paraded around you.
Morphine wears off in about 6 hours, so you were up wailing in agony within the same time. Clearly no one expected you up so soon, but you hadn't slept in days, at least not more than an hour. Jerking up involuntarily, hands all over you to keep you down and steady, you could hear a familiar doctor's attempt to calm you down. But, the blistering pain that radiated from every pore in your body was ringing so loud, a present noise that blocked everything out.
So, at first, you'd been terrified, attempting to clutch onto the first thing you'd woken up to. But, you couldn't move, at least not voluntarily.
With the damage to your spine for countless hours, days, and what you had discovered to be two fucking weeks of endless torture, you'd undergone three difference corrective surgeries that would 'possibly' fix the nerve and circulatory damage done to you. It had left you nearly completely immobile since your admission into the infirmary. The doctors were quite astonished that you were even alive...
The nurses were patient enough with your panicked state to slowly ease you out of your stupor. But, at times it wasn't easy, especially when you didn't even know where you were at first. Since you couldn't see...
You were blind for about four days. Everything a tinted red for a few more after you'd regained your sight.
Fevers plagued you for the week, skin that was raw and inflamed from the severe cold and constant dousing from the pipes, you couldn't move if you wanted to.
The first thing you'd been graced to see were the multiple arrangements of flowers, lilies, white tulips, hydrangeas, roses...typical assortments of regret and remorse.
"Can someone throw these away?" had been your first words.
The nurse who had been checking over your vitals looks over at the flowers, the were all over the desk, even on the floor lining the windows, once they ran out of space to put them. It was beautiful. But, she knew why. Everyone knew why. You were quite famous here in the infirmary, as you were in special unit. "Of course."
They were out within the day. The room bare once more.
And then you saw them outside your infirmary window. Just a glimpse. Around the time you were still getting your sight back.
Seeing them for the first time since everything made bile build up in your throat, a screaming fear that created a pulsing headache.
Kyle, Johnny, Price and...you didn't see Simon.
Price was...a statue. Not moving an inch. His hand against his mouth, covering up the aching distress anyone could see on his face.
Kyle was pacing, back and forth and back and forth. Making an offhanded comment at one of them every few seconds.
But, Johnny was talking, pointing spitefully at someone out of your view.
He was there too then. Simon.
Turning away from the window, you couldn't look at them anymore.
"Don't let them in," you breathe out to your doctor as she sets down a trayed mug on your sliding table as she sits you up to drink a hot cup of tea, which you had requested. "Any of them. Please." You were still so cold, you couldn't imagine dealing with any type of cold weather for a while after dealing with this.
She's confused a moment, before turning to the doorway, where she recalled seeing the four men waiting outside in the hallway. She's seen them just sitting there for days now, they wouldn't beg or argue to come in, they'd just wait. It's not like you were cleared for visitors yet anyway.
Every morning she clocked in for the job, there they were. Sitting there like abandoned children, awaiting the moment the door would open to be welcomed inside.
It was like they never left.
Of course she knew who they were to you. Word spreads fast on the base. Especially for a Task Force as 'famous' as they were around here.
Squeezing your shoulder, comfortingly. Feeling protective, your doctor spoke, "Of course," she slides the mug forward a bit, taking the teaspoon to stir once and lift it to toward your lips to sip. "Blow," she guided.
You did. And sipped.
And it was warmer than any blanket they'd wrapped you in.
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Prior to being able to trudge around on your own, with the help of a crutch you'd been given to go to the bathroom by yourself finally, the nurses had sponged you down in bed. Your spinal surgeries led to you being at risk if they made efforts to remove you from your bed for anything more than a medical emergency.
Mostly, because you're terrified of the showerhead....and it's pathetic, but no one judges you for it as you opt for a sponge bath every time instead. Even if you're shaking as the water slides down your skin even now. The last thing you needed on top of all this was to develop aquaphobia.
Today was the first day you could do it on you own, limping your way to the bathroom with your crutch. The smell of bleach is much stronger in here, it stings your nose.
You stared at the metal stool left tucked at the side, walking around it as if it would pounce up and attack you, you try not to look at it. You'd been doing well without panic attacks for a few days now, just hold it together.
Taking a breath, you reach out to the handle for the spout, glancing up at the showerhead, before back down. Swallowing thickly when you begin to turn it before pausing, hearing the water rush up the pipe to spill out. Turning it back up just as quickly, shutting off the pipe, you inhale deeply, trembling now, hand up to the chilled tile to steady yourself.
You'll try again, you had to.
Drip...
Drip...
Unable to help yourself, the sudden rush of paranoia that runs through you is terrible, a hoarse cry leaves you. You shove yourself away from the shower stall, back ramming into the doorframe, catching yourself, and away from the showerhead as the water drips, slowly from the faucet.
Drip...
Drip...
As panic tightened its grip around your chest, your breaths quickly turned to short, sharp gasps. The room spinning, colors blurring into a dizzying whirlwind. You turn swiftly, nearly knocking yourself off your feet as the thudding of your own heart startles you, you can hear it in your ears, in your hands, in your feet.
You press a trembling hand to your chest, clawing over the area, trying to slow the frantic pace of your breathing, but it only seemed to escalate. The small room narrowing to a black hole of fear and suffocation, every gasp began to disorient you, turning lightheaded.
As tears welled in your eyes, you collapse against the side wall, sliding down to the tiled floor. Slamming your palm against your chest, once, twice, as hot tears leave streaks down your bruised face, you beg your lungs to expand and wait for your breathing to regulate.
Beginning to sob uncontrollably as you hit yourself in the chest again and again and again, waiting for the moment you found yourself able to breathe.
Why did this have to happen?
You remember the violent swing of the baton against your face, the sting it leaves afterwards, the immediate spotting of bruises forming. The memory startles you, receding back into yourself, back to that day.
"It wasn't me..." you cried loudly, in the empty room. It echoes against the tiles.
Simon wrapping his hands around your neck, staring you down as he squeezed, maliciously. You couldn't breathe as your lover shook with the strength he uses to hold himself back from taking your life.
"I'm sorry," you hiccupped. "I'm--I'm sorry," you're not sure when you crawled yourself into the corner, the lights of the bathroom flickering off dimly from your lack of movement. As you're drowned in darkness, the water dripping from the spout, the cold tile against your skin, it's too much. You scramble upwards, running out of the bathroom.
The automatic lights flicker back on inside, but you're too in your head to notice.
Stumbling down to your knees as you feel the rip of a ruined stitching tearing along your side. "Ah!" comes your startled cry. Making it to the side of your hospital bed, you fist your hand through your sheets, unable to stand yourself up.
Taking pained breaths against the sterile sheets, you bury your head in them, cursing whatever luck you thought you had in this life.
They were your family...
All you had for so many years...
As your breathing slows to distraught, agonized huffs of air, sniffling to yourself as you catch sight of your face in the metal frame of your hospital bed. The dark purple bruises beneath your eyes as the swelling gradually went down, the still bloodshot left eye of yours, the twelve stitches on the left side of your face. So gruesome you knew it would scar you for life, a permanent reminder on your fucking face.
Anger bubbled up inside you at the sight of it. At the memory that would always follow when you'd look at it.
Anger that you hadn't been able to properly feel until now.
Anger that you feared to have until today.
"Are you alright?" the sound of his voice makes you visible tense.
Simon.
He's here.
You don't turn to face him, if you did, you'd revert back to the person you were cowering into moments ago. "The door was open...I just--" he pauses, swallowing thickly. "Lemme help you up."
Hearing his footsteps suddenly moving closer, you speak fast. "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" you scream over your shoulder, tucking yourself further away from him. "Do NOT move."
He stops in his tracks. You catch the sight of him in the metal framing of the bed, he's a blur in the metal, but you notice his mask is gone, he's Simon Riley now, not Ghost as he appeared to you in the interrogation cell.
"Don't you dare get any closer," you spat.
"I heard you," he spoke, carefully. Mouth opening and closing, before speaking again. "But, you don't have to be stubborn. If you stay there any longer you could tear your stitches."
"Whose fault is that?"
Simon shifts his stance on his feet, waits a second. "I know. And I can never begin to tell you how sorry I am for what I did. What we all did to you," he says, quietly. "The intel we discovered...or that was forged, it came from a source we've used a dozen times, (Y/n), we thought it was true. It had to be. We've never been misled before."
"So..." your nails bite into your skin, you make an amused sound, biting down on your lip for a moment, till it hurt. " That's what you came here to say, huh? What you waited days to--. Is this you justifying--"
"No, (y/n), that's not--"
"--why you tortured me, strangled me, stripped me, in that fucking cell, Simon?"
"We had to believe it, at the time..."
"Was I not a trusted source?" you argued. "Had I not proven more than a thousand times that you could trust me? I've fought next to you, laid in your bed, given you my love, my trust, I--" you shook with rage at the time and energy wasted on time family, this relationship, if the end goal was always meant to just be this.. "I thought that was at least half the reason you decided to marry me..." at the mention of your relationship, you could see the way Simon nearly lost his balance, hands coming up to run along his face. "You told me you would kill me in that room..."
"I was just talking, I wouldn't have--" his voice cracks as he whispers, trying to convince.
"When you left, I thought you'd come back to kill me any minute, or Price, to spare you. I waited to die for two days, terrified out of my mind. I wondered about heaven, not if I'd make it... but what it'd be like, what I'd be missing out on," you thought back to your time in that cell, a haunted expression Simon couldn't see. "While you all got a good nights rest, woke up for some bacon and eggs, and listened to the warden tell you that your prisoner was framed...for a crime you'd already punished her for..." you stuttered on your breathing, tears flowing silently.
Simon inhales deeply. "I could never expect you to forgive me. I-I had taken my hurt out on you, I thought you did it, I was so sure. I couldn't hear what you were saying, I just could see the evidence, and I--I'm sorry. I'm sorry, love. I'm truly--" he gets to his knees behind you.
"Get up."
"I can never tell you how sorry I am---"
"Simon."
"I never should've done this to you. If I could ever--" his voice rising with distressed breaths, you didn't have to look at him to see his face a mess of sorrow, tears that would mix into the stubble on his face.
"Simon!"
"--make it up to you. If you could ever find it in your to forgive me, (y/n). I'll spend the rest of my life--" he gets closer, reaching out.
Whipping around, stiffening completely as you feel the graze of his fingers across your skin, "DON'T TOUCH ME!" you shove your back against your bedding, your hand swinging and flying across his face. His head snapping to the side as he pauses, freezing up where he kneels, having completely forgotten your request to stay put. "What's the matter with you! Even now? Even now, you can't just listen to this one thing?!"
"I-I'm sorry..." He looks at you, finally seeing your face clearly and up close since it all happened. Finally he can see the bruises along your face, the blood that fills your eye, the dark bruise still around your neck.
Seeing him. He looks rough. Honestly, he looks terrible. His hair shaggy and falling over his eye. Dark circles with bags under them. Pale, and thinner than he should be.
His jaw clenches with guilt and he averts his eyes, you continue. "How could I forgive you for this?" you stare at him, "I could forgive you, if you hadn't let them chain me up like an animal. If you hadn't watched them drown me for hours, beat me black and blue and left me screaming for days. I could forgive you if you had just believed me even for a moment." you feign thoughtfulness. "How about you look at my face. My wrists. My legs! MY FUCKING SPINE, SIMON!"
"Nothing I can say or do, will ever make any of it ok, I know that. And I can't ask for you to ever forgive--"
"What could I possible owe you in this life, that makes you think I'd even think about forgiving any of you for the things you did to me?" you gritted out, angrily.
Simon's head drops, a slow, shuttering sigh leaves him. "I'll never stop trying to make this right. Never."
"...Get out, Simon."
"I'm sorry."
"Simon."
"I'm so sorry..." he reaches out again.
"Ghost."
He's silent this time, fingers tensing, out in mid air.
"I never wanna see you again."
"I love you, (Y/n)," he confessed, eyes feral and wide. Pulling at the ends of your slip.
"I don't want to hear that, Ghost," kicking away from him. "Stop it."
"I couldn't stop even as it happened--"
"Shut up. And get out," shaking as you sneered at his desperate attempts. "It's over, Ghost."
"And I took it on you. It hurt so much, I couldn't think," Simon's face twisted with agony and remorse. "I'm sorry!"
He was making you lose your goddamn mind, you broke. "GET THE FUCK OUT!" screaming at one another as overwhelming tears escaped your eyes.
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It's quiet in your hospital room, it's empty now, the door closed this time.
The door knob turns and opens again a moment later. "Oh no, Ms. (L/n)!" luckily it was your assigned nurse, who takes your arm and fixes it around her shoulder before helping haul yourself up to your feet. "What're you doing on the floor? There's a call button for a reason," she scolds as you sit on the edge of your bed.
You're quiet.
Alarmingly so for your nurse, who notices the pulled stitching that creates a line of blood down your side. "If this is about what happened to you..." the nurse started, speaking carefully, pulling a lining of gauze from the side to press to your skin. You don't even wince at the pressure, even when she begins to clean and replace the broken stitch. "Don't let it break you. Not even further than this experience already has..." she says, while through the last stitch and prepping a bandage.
"I've been broken long before this," you whispered, looking towards the afternoon sun shining through your window. "This. This didn't break me, no," you admitted, before glancing up with glossy eyes, rage hidden beneath a profound look of sadness. "It destroyed me."
Her hand pauses at your side, your words startling, turning to see the tear that slips down your cheek. Knowing now how deep your scars were from this, before gently sliding the last of the bandage across your skin. "Do not think you are irreparable. That time can't heal your wounds."
"But, there's always reminders," touching the stitches on your cheek, "some things can't be forgiven."
"I never said to forgive..." the nurse interjected. "If you could, after all this, you're stronger than any woman that could be named."
You snicker at that, humming soundly. "That's an interesting thought. I guess I'm one of the weaker ones then."
"And yet, still the strongest I've ever met," she finishes. Pats your cheek, "click the button next time. Save us both the heart attack."
"Noted," you assured.
As she's prepping to leave for her rounds, you open your mouth, once, twice, before clearing it. "Is it possible, someone could help me out--the water..."
"Of course," the nurse says, quickly. "Don't worry, I understand. I'll get everything set for you."
As she walks away, you breathing out your appreciation, you take a long inhale, swallowing down the heaviness in your chest.
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college! peter parker x fem reader.
18+ only !!! f! receiving oral sex. peter parker has an oral fixation i said what i said. in my spider-man era again.
peter was a weekly visitor at this point. sometimes, it was twice, but never more than three. three was pushing it.
Three said that Peter meant something to you, and you couldnât have that. No, whatever this was between the pair of you was strictly transactional. It was Peter texting you late at night, the classic, you up? Gracing your screen, and every time, you would pretend to be annoyed.
As if Peter coming around to give you the greatest head of your life was an inconvenience. Tempted, the devil on your shoulder smirking, to type back, Jesus, again? but never doing it. Instead, you wrote: sure.
Still, it plagued your mind. He never asked for anything else.
It was as if he did this purely for himself.
âOh fuck,â you mewled, clenching down tight. The hand that was wrapped around Peterâs brown curls clutched and tugged, and the unconscious movement earned you a chastised groan. It rumbled through your cunt, and the echo shot to your clit, making you close your eyes and lean back, wet mouth spilling his name into your dorm.
Peter liked hearing you.
Liked seeing you lose your mind with his head between your thighs, your pussy wet and throbbing from his mouth and fingers. Itâs why he came around often. Sometimes, he wouldnât even text, would just knock on your door -- looking sheepish from under his dark curls -- and just. Not. Say. Anything.
His silence was answer enough. You knew what he wanted. Or, needed, as you later figured out, as you saw how red heâd gotten when you told him he couldnât come around for a bit. When you said something about focusing on exams, heâd come over anyway, whined, shuffled his feet and said, You can do your work, I just gottaâŚIâll be quick.
The lack of explanation made your mind swirl. But regardless, youâd let him in and did your work with his head between your thighs. Heâd tutored you, too, told you how to solve for x with his fingers inside of you. Heâd said, if you let me make you come again, Iâll do your Maths work for the next week. After heâd left, you stared at the scene of the crime in pure silence.
JustâŚreflecting.
Peter fluttered his tongue over your swollen clit. Focused on swirling it around his tongue in sloppy, wet circles, and the thick desire that swelled between your thighs began to pool at your lower back, forcing you to arch up into it.
âPlease,â you wept, even though he was giving you what you wanted. Flat on your back with his deft grip keeping your bare thighs open. It was 8 pm. Heâd caught you just after your shower, so the smell of your shampoo and body wash wafted through the air â Lavender and pear.
Peter had spread you open and said you smelled like spring. Youâd been far too turned on to comment on it. He grumbled into your cunt, and you managed to work out the word, more? You hummed, too drunk on him and wound tight to verbalise that yes, you wanted more. Wanted him to make you come, and come again, till all you could do was mumble his name and focus on your breathing.
He'd learnt how you liked it. Paid attention, and he was getting full scores as he pushed his tongue flat against your swollen clit and sucked. Your vision went white.
âOh fuck â ohfuck, Peterââ you squirmed, but Peter was strong, and he held you to the bed with his vice-like grip, wordlessly saying take it take it take it.
He lapped at you, salvia drooling over your cunt and down his chin, soaking the sheets. He was always so careless. In moments like this, that nervous edge that always fluttered around him was gone, replaced by a visceral drive to either please you, or get what he wanted.
The two bled into each other.
His tempo was leisurely, but that didnât stop the heat from washing over you all at once.
You clamped your thighs around his ears and moaned -- loud, so loud that you were sure the other students on your floor heard.
Still, the ache was erratic, âSo good,â you sobbed, and you heard yourself, heard the near primal need in your voice, and the desperation made you embarrassed, made you cover your mouth with your palm and grip the sheets, willing yourself to cool it.Â
âMove your hand, or Iâll stop,â he uttered against you, and your clit was so sore that the echo of his words made your eyes roll back. Peter must have seen, as he hummed a laugh, and kissed your inner thigh, âlemme hear you.â
Managing to gain some sense of sanity, you blearily blinked down at him, but all sense of stability you thought you had was wiped away when you saw Peter had his hand stuffed down his pants.
You dropped back onto the bed and sobbed.
You knew he got off on this, but Jesus Christ, youâd never seen that before.
âGotta be kidding me,â you breathed, and Peter must have understood what you were referencing, as he buried his reddening face into your inner thigh. He let out a breathy chuckle, ââ Mâsorry,â he mumbled, âusually I wait till I get home, but youâre just so hot.â
You had to stay completely still, or youâd burst. Usually, I wait till I get home?
Peter moved his face and began nuzzling the wet folds of your pussy. He bumped his nose against your clit, and you quietly choked.
Peter hummed, âcouldnât help myself.â
You figured he did something like that, but the admission made your thighs tense. You pictured him stumbling home â cheeks still wet with you â and tugging his pants down, quickly shoving his hands into his boxers and taking hold of his aching cock. Did he whimper when he came? Or was he silent, all tremors and low grunts? No. He definitely whimpered.
He was far too pretty to stay quiet.
The sudden desire to kiss him swept over you.
Reaching down, you tugged at his curls, wordlessly motioning him to move. When he did, you briefly saw the red of his cheeks and wet of his nose before you kissed him, all tongue, and tasted yourself on his pink lips.
Peter melted into you. Huffed your name like a sigh, and the sheer tenderness of it had you wrapping your legs around his back and pressing your bare cunt against his jeans.
He was rock-hard. Tentatively, you ran your nails over his chest, and dipped low, pressing between his thighs, cupping his bulge, and gently squeezing. Peter wept.
âOh fuck,â he sobbed, as desperate as you imagined. With one hand in his hair and the other on his cock, you continued to kiss him, until the ache between your thighs became too much to bear.
âMake me come,â you whispered, âand Iâll put you in my mouth.â
Peter had never moved so fast in his life.
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featuring: protective!heian!sukuna, kindhearted!servant!reader. slight angst/hurt -> comfort. synopsis: you're sick. to your surprise, you're rescued by the man second closest to death himself. masterlist
you should've known he wouldn't come. sukuna has never set foot in the servant's headquarters in his life, let alone to chase after a sick servant. you lower your head, trying to ease the headache that has plagued you through the day.
sukuna loves his bloodshed and his gore. him and death would be good friends, you think to yourself. he wouldn't care if your body was burnt or buried, you think to yourself; wouldn't care if you died at all.
the room the others put you in is empty. ash spreads neatly over the cold floor. the scent of kibble haunts the atmosphere. it's where they put the dogs before sukuna killed them.
ever since you took care of the king of curses while he was sick, the other servants had been careful in keeping a distance from you. not in ill of heart; they're simply terrified at what you must've done to survive in your week long stay with the monster. honestly, you don't blame them.
but now when you're laying on the freezing ground, struggling to breathe, it's hard not to.
'this is where you live?'
your eyes look up. shock. then, with all the strength you can muster, you heave yourself one step away from the man at the doorway, which only serves to piss him off more.
sukuna ryomen, in all his glory, looks down at you. bending down to pick you up like a limp doll to be seated against the wall, he seems to revel in his regained strength. you can't help but feel happy for him, to have survived this fatal disease. not many men can attest to that...
then again, he is no ordinary man.
'i asked you a question.'
you nod, a small thing, barely a movement. he seems to clench his teeth.
he takes off his long white coat, flaunting a layer of dried blood, and drapes it over your shoulders.
yet it doesn't end there. he retrieves from his pocket a bottle of what looks to be a golden syrup.
you know exactly what it is.
he takes your hand and wraps it around the flask, making you hold it, sparing, not one, but two of his eyes, to stare at you, making sure you do as he commands.
'swallow.'
you shake your head. you know he's asking you to do. this is a medication is so rare for your disease that no sorcerer has found in over a hundred years. he's brought this thing of myth right to your very lips. now he's asking you to drink it, and thus take away any chance of it saving anyone else's life.
you scowl, but the tickling sensation in your throat grows stronger, eventually erupting out of your mouth in a harsh cough. you look away from sukuna.
'leave,' you whisper, weakly. 'don't wanna infect you.'
'i survived the illness already. i've developed an immunity.'
you shake your head again. you couldn't threaten your king's health with your own weakness. you just couldn't.
'i can't take this.'
he growls. without any notice, he swallows your lips in a kiss. in the momentary haze, you could hardly resist, fisting the front of his kimono to ground yourself. then, you feel something sweet, honey-ish, hit your tongue.
with his hand locked on your chin, it forces you to swallow.
you pull back, pushing him away. he groans.
he wipes his mouth, still with two eyes staring.
no... no, why did he do that?
'y-you- how? no... why did you waste it on me?' you whisper, desperately searching his face for an answer. 'i'm just a servant. you could've given it to a princess, or a scholar, or priest-'
he grabs you by the arm and forces you into his arms. its heat astounds you, and you find yourself crawling closer. a vague thumping sound seems to press against your ear-
oh. you calm your breathing.
it's his heartbeat.
alive.
'sleep in my room tonight,' he demands.
what did he say? you strain your mind, trying to replay what he said earlier. no... maybe you heard correctly.
'but i'm no concubine,' you respond, instantly.
his arm supports your waist, helping you up effortlessly to your feet. he then directs two of his eyes to the doorway, his cadence low and domineering.
'it doesn't matter.'
he leads you placidly through the servant's quarters. you notice all conversation cease at your entry, bodies dropping into a low bow. a small voice in you whispers that it's where you should be too. you tug at sukuna's arm.
'i'm only a servant, sukuna.'
you know what it looks like, a servant clutching onto a man, more god than human. a man who has slaughtered villages, blood staining the base of his kimono crimson, and turned half a province on its head, just to save you.
'whatever you are in my eyes is what you are to the world,' he states, his expression unchanging. 'if i deem you a queen, that is who you are.'
exiting the servant compound, you know you can't say no- not like you wanted to. the wide expanse of his chest is comforting.
yet however sweet this feeling remains, you can't help but gulp. perhaps this is the closest a human has ever come to courting death.
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Hello, hope you're a having a good day
Could you write something about 141 x reader where the sparring session turns a little too not your usual sparring (if you know what I mean). The reader and them being all sweaty and shit and like the sexual tension that's been there for a while. This idea has been plaguing my mind since forever. Thank youuuu
Haha! Yes! Omg, I love it. Okay, for this, I didn't go full smut. When someone mentions sexual tension, I tend to hyperfocus on that and want to bathe in it. Give me naughty thoughts and flirting-maybe even some actual physical contact that borders on dangerous territory. Give me the yearning! I want to giggle and kick my feet and think about what might happen later.
So, I indulged in that regard! I had lots of fun with this. Thank you so much for sending it in!!!
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Task Force 141 x TF141!Female Reader
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, suggestive themes, knife play, grinding, rough kissing, caught in the act, training, naughty thoughts, mutual yearning
Word Count: 2.4k
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John "Soap" MacTavish
âCome on. Come at me.â
Soap rolls his shoulders and then brings his fists up in a fighting stance. He makes a âgo onâ gestured with his hands.
Every muscle in your body is sore. Tired doesnât even begin to describe how youâre feeling. But you want to best Soap. Heâs been on your ass for weeks nowâinsisting that the two of you should spar together. Itâs not the sparring that makes you warm and tingly but the way he suggests it.
Always leaning in. Standing far too close. Bumping your shoulder with his.
Soap waits, but youâre not sure how to proceed. So far, youâve been completely unsuccessful. As if knowing all your moves, Soap has dodged each blow and kick, effortlessly taking you down to the mat every time you thinking youâve ensnared him.
Stealth is more your thing. Creeping around in the shadows. Taking out opponents from afar. A sniper scope is your friend. Hand-to-hand isnât.
You lunge for him and Soap steps back. Fist missing him, you sidestep and go for a jab in the stomach. Soap slaps your hand away, and you want to yell in frustration.
âSloppy today,â chides Soap, grinning like this amuses him.
It probably does. Heâs one for a good laugh.
This time you feign, and Soap takes it, moving in. Youâre ready for him, turning out of his swing to duck beneath and then aim for the face. Soap rises to block, and opens a clear line to his groin.
Fucking beautiful.
Lifting your foot, you donât tap him hard, just enough for his cheeks to go pink. Soap grunts, and you chuckle.
âShouldnât have left yourselfââ
With an oof, your back smacks against the tumble mat beneath you. Soaps snags your wrists and pins them above your head. You go to kick out at him, but Soapâs knees are between your legs. He shoves them wider.
Youâre completely trapped beneath him.
And in a completely inappropriate position.
From where youâre pinned, you notice the small beads of sweat on his brow and how a few pieces of hair stick to his skin. Though his chest is covered by a shirt, itâs snug, with every muscle on display. Those powerful thighs of his press against yours in such a way that youâre imagining nothing between your bodies.
Would he feel this powerful over you if the two of you were elsewhere? Perhaps, somewhere more private. Somewhere without a tumble mat. Somewhere with a bed.
âCanât harm the goods, love,â says Soap, his voice husky. Youâre not sure if itâs from the close contact or from the tap you gave his crotch.
âThen donât leave them vulnerable,â you reply, almost not recognizing the sound of your own voice. It too is husky as if dipped in desire.
The middle of Soapâs brow scrunches slightly. His gaze travels downward to linger on your lips and then further still until you sense him admiring more than he is observing.
âSoapââ
His gaze snaps upward. âJohnny,â he corrects. âThink weâre on closer terms.â
âAre we?â you ask, as his hips start to relax.
The press of him against you is apparent, and the hardness there is poking at you. Insistent. And you donât want to ignore it.
Instead, you press upward, grinding against him.
SoapânoâJohnny, makes a sound in his throat.
One moment youâre under him and then youâre in his lap, the two of you sitting up, staring into each otherâs eyes. Your heart hammers in your chest, and your hands fists the front of his shirt.
âYouââ
âAre we interrupting something?â
You and Johnny turn just as Ghost and Gaz enter the gym. Gaz has a towel draped over his shoulder. The water bottle he holds it half-way towards his mouth before he freezes, gaze locked on you and Johnny.
Ghost cocks his head, arms crossed over his chest.
Youâre speechless. Lost. Your mind hasnât caught up.
But Johnnyâs has.
With a twist, Johnny rolls and then lightly tosses you off him as if the two of you were simply practicing and not staring into each otherâs eyes.
âYou want a go, Lt?â asks Johnny.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
âYou up for another round?â asks Kyle.
The man is grinning like he could do this all day. Youâre sore everywhereâready to collapse from exhaustion. Hand-to-hand combat is not your thing which is why youâre here in the training room with Kyle.
Yes, you need practice, but youâve also had your eye on him, admiring him when you think no one is looking. Itâs an excuse for some alone time.
âIâd rather eat glass,â you mutter, snatching up your water bottle and drinking the last of it.
âHate me that much?â he teases.
âSo much so that I wanted to spend the afternoon beating your ass.â
Kyle bursts out laughing. He snatches the water bottle out of your hand and aims it at you, squeezing. Thereâs nothing in it. A few measly drops hit your face and then you lunge for him. Kyle jumps back and extends his arms outward.
âOne more round.â He winks. âCome on, love.â
Heâs being cheeky, and your blood is pumping.
Kyle tosses your water bottle to the side as you stride forward. His arms go up, and then the two of you are nothing but flying fists and feet. Heâs faster, blocking every blow you send his way.
Sweat accumulates on your brow and on the back of your neck, dripping down your spine. You lick your lips, taste the salt from the sweat.
You duck. Swing. Kyle snatches your wrist and twists, pinning your arm behind you. With a sharp jab of your elbow, you nail Kyle in the stomach, freeing yourself.
As you spin to lash out, Kyle is right there, in your space, blocking all movement. You try to step back, to allow space in your next strike, but Kyle rushes in. The two of you are twisted up. Falling. Slamming into the mat on the floor.
You shove and Kyle resists, his strength outmatching yours. With cheek pressed into the mat, you have nowhere to go. Youâre completely on your stomach, and all of Kyleâs weight is on you. He breathes heavily, chest heaving. You feel his breath against your skin, and the contact only sends your skin into a shiver.
Your mind drifts, lingering in places it shouldnât. WorseâKyle is aroused. His hardness pokes at your ass. But whether he notices or not is unclear.
âYouâre improving,â he says.
âI have a good teacher.â
Kyle makes a noise that sounds like agreement. Every muscle is tense, and even Kyleâs hold on you seems laced with something harsh. But then it eases. Softens. His grip loosens enough that you roll onto your side, glancing up at him.
He is so goddamn close. Just a gentle tilt of the head and your lips would meet his. It wouldnât be that hard. Heâs right there.
Kyle blinks, and then his gaze trails downward, lingering on your lips.
âWe,â he begins. âWe shouldnât.â
âWhy?â
His thumb traces along the side of your throat, and your eyelids flutter with contentment. A little moan escapes you, and you hear Kyleâs sharp inhale.
âFuck,â he mutters. âFuck it.â
His thumb becomes his whole hand. Holding you in place, Kyle goes all in, claiming your lips with his. It is dominating, and you happily give in to him.
John Price
Your back hits the tumble mat with a sharp slap. The exposed portions of your shoulders and back sting from the contact.
"Again."
Groaning, you push up to a seated position. "We've been at this for hours."
"And you need practice," counters Price.
He's hatless. And shirtless. Only in cargo pants and boots, Captain Price's bare skin glistens with sweat. You won't pretend that the sight of him like this doesn't intrigue you. For months now you've been observing Captain Price in more than just a professional manner. It's hard not to, and the sweat-drenched man before you isn't helping things.
Captain Price runs his fingers through his hair, taking a step back. The casualness to the movement causes your stomach to twist with desire. Your body betrays you, and you have no idea if these feelings are entirely one-sided. Sometimes you think you might gleam a notion of his thoughts, but it always manages to slip through your grasp.
Price offers his hand, and an idea forms.
You extend yours, but don't close the distance. Price is the one that leans forward to do so. It's the perfect opportunity. When your fingers close around his, you tug back, throwing him off balance.
Price tips forward, and you turn to the side as he crashes down to the mat. In one fluid movement, you roll Price onto his back and straddle his stomach.
"Never let your guard down. That's what you always say."
Price's eyes widen slightly before softening. The corner of his mouth twitches into a hint of amusement. It immediately sends heat flaring through you.
"I do," he replies, and it's nearly a coo.
That smirk of his widens into an actual smile, and then it's you on your back and Price straddling. You strike out with an elbow but Price catches your swing, trapping your arms above your head. He bends forward a bit, and it is then that you feel the stiffness against your stomach.
Price makes no move to hide it, and you donât dare glance downward.
"You need to do better-"
"Captain."
Price immediately recoils, sitting up and releasing your arms. You twist to look behind you, only to find Ghost and Soap standing nearby. Ghost is ever the silent observer, but Soap's head is slightly tilted to the side, the middle of his brow pinched like he's not sure what's happening.
"Meeting starts in five,â says Soap. âCame to find you."
Price coughs and then he's off you, kneeling and offering you a hand again. You don't try to knock him down.
"Just going over some pointers,â replies Price.
"Pointers?" deadpans Ghost and you shoot him a look. He shrugs at you, gaze lingering before moving to his captain.
"Give me ten minutes. Shower. Then I'll be there."
Captain Price gives you a quick glance before walking off with Soap. Ghost crosses his arms over his chest and just stares.
âWhat?" you snap
"Pointers," he repeats.
"Oh, fuck off, Simon."
He chuckles and turns to follow the two out of the training room.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
"Your posture is terrible."
"That's very helpful, Lieutenant,â you deadpan.
"Are you sassing me?"
"No."
Simon shakes his head and sighs. âCanât throw a knife accurately if youâre hunched like a goblin.â
âGoblin,â you mutter under your breath. âAsshole.â
âWhat was that?â
You clear your throat. âSeems easy, Lieutenant. You just throw the pointy end at the enemy.â
Simon grunts and then grabs your raised arm. "You won't hit anything standing like that."
You resist his pull but you're outmatch when it comes to strength. With one hand on your arm and one on your waist, Simon shifts you into position.
"Like this," he instructs, bringing your arm back. "Firm grip. Feet pointed forward." Simon releases your arm but his hand on your waist remains. "Throw. At the target."
You let the knife fly. It strikes just right of the bullseye.
"Again,â nods Simon.
"Really?"
Simon slowly drops his hand from your waist, the tips of fingers lingering a second longer than necessary.
Removing a knife from his boot, Simon flips it end over end. "We could hone your skills a different way."
"What way?"
âGrab your knife and find out.â
Stalking toward the bullseyes, you yank out the knife, joining Simon in the sparring ring. He bends at the knee, crouching into a fight stance. You mimic the movement.
Simon lunges first and you sidestep. But he's quick for such a large man. He moves around and behind you so fast he's almost a blur.
Grabbing your wrist, Simon lightly twists and pins you against his front, the knife tip pointed at your throat.
"Again,â he growls.
Simon lightly shoves you away. You spin. Striking out. He slaps your arm down and raises his own, the knife tip pointed at your throat for a second time.
"Again."
Showing your teeth, you charge at him, barreling into him at the middle. Simon staggers but doesn't faulter. He attempts to toss you off him, but you remain firm, grabbing hold.
This unloads him, his weight toppling with you. The two of you go down. Simon rolls you onto your back, his body pressed to yours, knife at your throat again.
"Better,â he says. âStill needs improvement."
You go to shove him off, but Simon doesn't budge. He remains where he is, and every point of contact is like an electrical spark. Even his face is close, balaclava nearly scratching against your skin. There is not part of him youâre not touching.
Awareness settles in.
Simon is all hardness over you.
"Have any tips you can give me?" you reply.
His gaze slowly lowers to your lips. His hips shift slightly, something stiff poking against your inner thigh.
âI have one,â he murmurs.
Bet I can guess.
âHow do you want it?â he continues.
"You're the expert," you reply softly, hooking your leg over the back of his.
It's an invitation, one you aren't sure he'll take.
Thereâs a brief pause, and then Simon hums in agreement. Itâs a pleased sound, one that instantly makes you shiver. Without taking the knife from your throat, he closes the distance, lips pressing against yours through the balaclava.
Heat erupts, the knife in your hand forgotten on the floor as you grab at him, fingers digging in.
It's only a tease. You want the real thing.
"What's the tip?" you ask once he breaks the connection.
Simon answers by grinding his hips against yours.
That one. Got it.
âWe shouldââ
A door slams from somewhere down the hall. Simonâs head snaps up. The knife disappears, and then Simon is pushing himself away, kneeling beside you. His head is turned toward the main doors, but no one enters.
âItâs late,â you say. No one should be coming this way.
He turns back to you. âYour knife skills are shit.â
You groan. âI know. Goblin hunch. Got it.â
Simon snorts, and offers his hand. You take it, and he pulls you into a seated position. âJust a few more rounds,â he says, and then with a husky twinge to his tone, âand then Iâll go make sure the locker room is clear.â
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