#this time one of the legs snapped 🤷‍♀️

[housecow]

i broke my bed again btw

[im-his-druidess]

The Deal

No one asked for this, but I needed something dark and gross 🤷‍♀️

TW: Dub-Con turned Non-Con; Infidelity; Cheating; Rough sex; Forced sex; Slight fuck-or-die but not really; Dead Dove Do Not Eat; Unnecessary amount of commas

Setting up the arrangement with Charlie Hewitt left a sour taste in your mouth at the way he openly leered at you the entire time, but you just kept thinking about finally going to bed with a full belly to get you through his poorly concealed innuendos and crass language. It wasn’t until you arrived at the Hewitt’s home, telling your husband you were walking to the next town for groceries as an excuse, that your plan began to crumble. The memory of Charlie’s words making fear squeeze your lungs and bile rising in your throat.

Just when you think you couldn’t feel even more worthless, here you were spreading your legs for a man that wasn’t your husband, all for the chance to get food on your table.

Your husband acted just as worthless as you currently felt and invited his parents to move into your already cramped house without discussing anything with you. Four grown adults living in a one-bedroom shack of a house, with your husband barely making enough money to feed you both let alone two more mouths, was enough to want to pull your hair out. Of course, it didn’t help that your mother-in-law found fault in every single thing you did which your husband agreed with to stay on his mother’s good side. Coupled with your in-laws living beyond their means, including gorging themselves on food that you managed to scrap together, which often left you going to bed hungry and riddled with anxiety. So, when you overheard the local gossip hounds whispering how the Hewitt family would give meat from their job at the slaughterhouse in exchange for favors, it didn’t take long for you to come to a steely resolve. It might have been the numerous days without a steady meal, or how you were belittled everyday at your home, that made you snap and jump at the chance.

‘As much as I want a piece of that pussy…I made a promise to my kin. Tommy’s birthday is coming up and it is far past time for him to become a man despite what mama says. So that’s who you’ll be fucking today. If you got a problem with that then you can fuck off.’

He was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing that it made your head spin.

Relief that you wouldn’t have to sleep with that disgusting excuse of a man making you giddy, before realization at his words struck you like white-hot lightening. You’ve only seen Tommy Hewitt once and the memory was seared into your brain.

You had come across him as he lumbered down the main road on his way home from the slaughterhouse and you were frozen in your tracks as his hulking form stalked past you. He was a large burly man, with broad shoulders, huge biceps, and thick thighs, and his dark shaggy hair didn’t hide the fact that he wore some type of leather mask on the lower part of his face.

He still wore his bloodstained apron.

You had reluctantly agreed once Charlie “sweetened” the deal by promising double the amount of food he would give. Now, here you were, propped up on a bench in the shed while listening to Charlie whisper harshly outside the door. From his tone it sounded like he was scolding someone, Tommy to be exact when you heard his slow heavy footsteps nearing the door, and you swore your heart was going to beat out of your chest the longer you had to wait. From the snippets you could hear it sounded like he was giving instructions and you grimaced when you heard him give vivid instructions on what to put in where.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Tommy came stumbling through the door looking exactly like you remember minus the apron. You realized his blunt appearance was because he was being pushed into the room. Charlie gave you a dirty lingering look, shaking his head with a wistful sigh, before slapping Tommy on a broad shoulder before ducking back out.

The door shut with a firm thud and then you were left alone with the behemoth.

Fear and anxiety once more rushed through you fast enough to make you lightheaded, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest, and the man lingered almost awkwardly by the door. You dimly noticed that he kept his head down, stealing glances at you and your body through his curtain of hair, and you took a deep breath to gather your courage. The bench underneath you was hard and uncomfortable and you knew the sooner you got this over with the sooner you can go home and forget this entire thing.

With shaky hands you hiked up your skirt, removing your panties so they won’t get lost or ruined, and spread your legs. Your face burned in mortification at your actions, even more so when Tommy’s entire body jerked as if sucker-punched, and he didn’t even bother trying to hide the way he openly stared between your legs with wide blue eyes. You fumbled with the small bottle of oil you brought with you, knowing you weren’t going to get properly wet enough to make things less painful, and you quickly waved Tommy over. He approached slowly as if you were going to bite before settling between your spread legs. With him so close you suddenly realized just how big he was, your thighs straining to accommodate the width of his hips, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when a large heavy hand landed on your thigh. His skin was rough and overly warm, thick fingers digging into the meat of your thigh curiously, and you spotted his eyes darting over the rest of your body before settling back between your legs. Your nerves were starting to crumble at his slow pace so you reached down and began unbuckling his pants with trembling fingers.

His entire body tensed up and you mumbled a quiet apology, but your hands continued their work. You knew this was supposedly his first time, but you were anxious to get this over with. Tommy made a low grunting noise as he shuffled on his feet before you got his pants open and his entire body seemed to spasm when you reached into his pants to grab his dick.

You immediately paled at the sheer girth you encountered as you fingers weren’t even close to touching.

He was clearly proportionate to the rest of his body, but that also meant that he was hung like a fucking horse. You let go and fumbled with the vial of oil with a quick prayer for things to be over quickly. You ignored how he jerked his hips closer to you as if willing your hand back as he restlessly pushed his pants down with a grunt to offer you more room to touch him.

His cock stuck out just below his button-down shirt, almost drooping from the heavy weight, and the thick tip was an angry shade of red. You couldn’t help but compare him to your husband. He was larger in every single way, almost laughably so, and you had the brief thought of if you could even get that inside you. It twitched under your gaze. You looked away suddenly embarrassed and saw out of the corner of your eye his hips jerk once more towards you. You felt sweat pool at your lower back, the hot summer air doing nothing to cool you off despite being in shade, and you nervously wiped the sweat beading at your brow the back of your hand. You chided yourself and focused once more at the task at hand.

You poured a generous amount into your palm, nearly half the bottle, and steeled yourself before reaching down to coat him thoroughly. The sound he made didn’t seem human, the punched out garbled growl making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, and you held back your whimper of fright as he thickened even more in your grasp. You tried to not think of how you were going to struggle to take him into your body. You dropped him once he was completely coated and dumped more oil into your hand, steadfastly ignoring the way Tommy panted through his mask. You leaned back while taking a deep breath before reaching down and slathering yourself, working the oil into your cunt while simultaneously trying to stretch yourself with two fingers in preparation. It wasn’t long until you felt calloused fingers brushing against the back of your hand making you nearly shriek in surprise. You whipped your head down to see Tommy had moved closer, eyes completely transfixed between your legs, and you realized he was gripping himself with his other hand.

He was stroking himself at the same pace you were working yourself open.

Unexpectedly, heat simmered low in your pelvis at the sight and you couldn’t help but squirm in place. It was only about a minute later that you could tell he was getting restless, his hand squeezing his cock tight enough to make you wince, and you pretended to not notice him rubbing the weeping tip against your thighs. Tommy suddenly gripped your leg and spread you even further and you did whimper at the pain shooting through your hip at the unnatural position. He began grinding against your hand still buried in yourself, huffing in annoyance when he was denied entry, and you took a shuddering deep breath before moving your hand away to grip the edge of the bench.

“Go…slow, okay? Slow,” you muttered in a raspy voice and the only answer you received was the sensation of something blunt and sticky nudging at you.

He suddenly surged forward in an attempt to ram himself in, making you shriek and kick your pinned leg uselessly, but thankfully he just slid through your wet folds and brushed against your clit. He did that a few more times and was clearly growing agitated.

Even as you tried to weakly soothe him by weakly petting the hand holding you open, but that just seemed to work him up even more. Eventually the head of his cock notched at your entrance and he began to slowly push forward, seemingly learning from his mistakes, and you felt your eyes widen at the stretch. He was impossibly wide, nearly making you scream as your body attempted to reject the intrusion, but he was determined and those dark blue eyes never strayed from your straining cunt. You tried to help by shifting your hips, bracing one foot on the bench to widen your pelvis, and even stretching your other leg out to help ease the tension.

Nothing worked and you couldn’t escape the mounting pressure.

“It’s not going to work…Tommy, you have to stop. It hurts,” you pleaded, beginning to push on his thick chest while wiggling your hips away from him, and your vision blurred with unshed tears. Tommy didn’t like you pushing him away.

With a growl he pulled back, but your relief was short lived as he easily grabbed your hips and flipped you over and resumed his position. One broad palm was flat on your back between your shoulder blades, pinning you in place even as you squirmed and kicked, and you felt him trying to push in again with renewed vigor.

“Tommy, stop! I changed my mind! Get off of me!” you shrieked with growing panic only to have your shouts silenced by the feel of that fat head popping inside you.

Your eyes widened, body freezing and clenching down on reflex, and you barely had time to draw in a breath before Tommy drew back and slammed himself halfway inside you. The scream you let out was ear-piercing and your throat immediately felt shredded from the sound, but was cut off by him rearing back and slamming his hip back into you until he was eventually buried to the hilt.

His croaky moan of pleasure was covered by another scream from you.

Tears were now flowing freely down your face as you howled in pain, feeling as if you were being ripped in half, and you barely noticed Tommy’s other hand reaching down to paw at your wet cheeks as if to soothe you.

He only stayed still for a few seconds before leaning back and beginning a downright brutal pace. His hips were slamming into you with enough force to have the bench beneath you creaking ominously, your pelvis felt like it was going to shatter, and you had the stray thought that no amount of preparation would have ever prepared for you for him. Your gasping cries were short and choppy, from both his frantic pace and the hand pushing you down effectively squishing your lungs, but you still shrieked and yelped for him to stop or at least slow down to let your body adjust.

He didn’t listen.

He seemed possessed, grunting and snarling as he pounded into you mercilessly, and eventually your body went limp. You clawed helplessly against the wood beneath your cheek, blubbering incoherently, and prayed that Tommy would finish quickly. As if punishment for accepting this deal, you were granted no such reprieve.

He continued to rut into you like a mindless beast for what felt like hours, your insides swollen and throbbing as they were pummeled by his thick cock, and sweat was dripping off of him and mingling with your tears as he leaned over you to reach impossibly deeper. It wasn’t until his hips started stuttering and his thrusts turned deep and hard instead of fast and frantic that had you crying in relief at the telltale signs that he was nearing his finish. Then a horrifying realization dawned on you. Tommy wasn’t stopping. Instead it seemed he was spending longer and longer buried completely to the hilt, pressed flush against you as close as he could, and a new wave of terror-induced adrenaline washed over you.

“Not inside…Tommy don’t you fucking dare finish inside me,” you shrieked, renewing your struggles to escape him, and you grew increasingly wild as he only grunted at you.

You began writhing and attempting to twist away from him, kicking your legs and reaching back behind you to claw at his face, anything to get him away from you.

It only resulted in the hand on your back to slide up and fist painfully in your hair, nearly slamming you back onto the table hard enough for you to see black spots swimming in your vision, and his other hand grabbed your hip to further hold you in place. You continued to beg and plead for him to not come inside you, literally anywhere else but inside, but you were steadfastly ignored. His pace suddenly quickened, a low rattling whine escaping his broad chest, and you wailed as he stilled completely buried inside you. You felt his cock jerk and throb followed by a wave of scorching heat soothing your ravaged channel and you screamed in outrage and in despair. Tommy continued to grind into you, riding out his orgasm with small hurt noises escaping his throat, and by the time he was finished you were limp and shivering with shock. Realization of what all just happened rolling through your mind as fast as nausea rolled in your stomach at the feeling of wetness slipping down your thighs. Bile threatened to rise in your throat, silent tears spilling anew down your damp face, and your entire body felt both boiling hot and icy cold.

You wept quietly as he stayed buried inside you. He petted through your hair as if you were a frightened animal, his ragged breathing filling the stuffy air of the shed, and you swore you heard him cooing at you. You felt him lean down and nuzzle the back of your head as his hand moved from your hip to shyly pet over the back of your hand in some twisted form of affection after what just happened. The door suddenly swung open and you didn’t even have the energy to even twitch.

“Atta boy, Tommy! Heard that bitch caterwauling clear down the road!” Charlie shouted with clear glee and humiliation burned in your veins.

You heard the man move closer, no doubt wanting to leer at your crumpled body, but Tommy growled and moved his body more firmly on top of you. As if shielding you from view.

“Aw, what’s this, boy? You finally get your dick wet and now feel like you’re somebody special?” Charlie sneered and you felt the large body on top of you press even tighter to you.

You heard movement around you before a large item wrapped in brown paper tied with twine plopped on the table by your head.

“A deal’s a deal. Don’t be shy now. I’m sure Tommy would love to see you again,” he continued with a wheezing laugh, clearly finding the whole ordeal hilarious, and he walked back out of the shed laughing to himself.

Regret and disgust swirled in your gut at the sight of the paper bag, knowledge of what all transpired making you want to cry all over again, and you let out a small hiccupping sob. Tommy nuzzled into your hair once more, his body relaxing now that Charlie had left, and he resumed his petting. He was letting out a happy garbled sound, clearly not realizing how he had just brutalized you, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

You felt Tommy begin to harden inside you once more.

[bitchiswild]

No Harm's List

GP Karina × F! Reader

Warnings: Smut, kidnapping, guns, idk🤷‍♀️

Word Count: 7.9k

A/n: It was getting good but then I started spewing out words for the plot sorry if it's bad/ doesn't make sense.😬

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The door burst open with a deafening crash, the suddenness of it jolting everyone in the room. "EVERYBODY GET FUCKING DOWN NOW!" A voice boomed, the urgency unmistakable, as four figures rushed in brandishing weapons and firing shots into the ceiling. Panic rippled through the room like wildfire, screams piercing the air as people scrambled in terror, desperate to evade the chaos unfolding around them.

The thunderous sound of gunfire echoed, the rapid shots sending plaster and dust raining down. The room became a whirlwind of confusion and fear, with individuals dropping to the ground, seeking cover and safety, hearts pounding in their chests. The sheer terror of the moment immobilized many, their instincts urging them to shield themselves, hoping to avoid any harm in the frantic turmoil.

The assailants, their faces obscured behind masks, moved with a calculated menace, their commands sharp and threatening. The din of panic intertwined with the harsh orders, creating a disorienting symphony of terror. Every second felt like an eternity, the fear tangible in the air, thick and suffocating.

Amidst the chaos, cries for help and pleas for mercy mixed with the din, a desperate chorus of individuals caught in an unforeseen nightmare. The scene was a frenzy of uncertainty and dread, each person praying for a swift end to the terrifying ordeal that had befallen them.

"Tie them up and knock them out," commanded the leader's voice. The other three members swiftly organized the captives, binding them and using the rifles to render them unconscious. My heart pounded as I cowered in a corner, watching the chaos unfold. As the leader approached with a coil of rope, a glint of recognition flashed in their eyes.

"Y/n?" Their voice held a mix of shock and familiarity.

My breath caught at the sound of my name, and fear clenched my chest. "Still as beautiful as ever, darling," They continued in a softer tone, their eyes reflecting an unexpected tenderness. At that moment, I recognized Jimin, my first love, amidst the turmoil.

"Jimin," I uttered in disbelief, the rush of memories flooding back, colliding with the present chaos. His wink acknowledged the connection that bridged the years between us. Turning to the others securing the captives, Jimin raised his voice, announcing, "This girl's on the NHL!" Recognition flickered in their eyes as they looked upon my face. "Got it, boss!" they responded in unison.

The shock of encountering my first love amidst such a terrifying situation left me reeling. Questions churned in my mind, mingling with the fear and the bittersweet rush of memories long buried. Jimin's unexpected presence had added an unexpected twist to the intense and confusing scenario.

The chaos in the room intensified as I tried to make sense of the unfolding events. "NHL? What could that possibly mean?" I pondered silently, my mind racing as I observed the other members carrying out Jimin's orders, tying people up and rendering them unconscious.

Abruptly, the sound of a walkie-talkie pierced through the chaos. "Boss, you have 10 minutes till the cops and feds get here. Hurry up!" The urgency in the voice snapped me back to the tense reality of the situation. Karina, evidently in charge, sprang into action, urgently summoning one of her associates, Giselle. They swiftly moved towards the manager, coercing him to unlock the safe.

"Please, let me go," the manager pleaded desperately. But Karina's eyes remained void of emotion as she fired a shot, grazing his leg. "HURRY UP, OPEN THE SAFE!" Her demand cut through the air, her voice chillingly cold. The manager whimpered in pain and fear, complying as he opened the safe. As the safe door swung open, Giselle wasted no time, swiftly filling her duffle bag with cash.

Karina's gaze lingered on the injured manager, his eyes pleading for mercy. She looked down at him, before knocking him out with the butt of her gun. With a determined resolve, she joined Giselle in the safe, assisting in collecting the cash.

The scene unfolded with a terrifying efficiency, each action calculated and executed with precision.My mind reeled at the sudden brutality contrasted with the urgency of their actions. It was a stark reminder of the dangerous world I found myself caught up in, leaving me torn between fear and a disconcerting sense of witnessing a reality I never knew existed.

As they swiftly gathered the cash, stuffing it into a bulky duffle bag, the urgency of their actions was palpable. With the loot secured, the three members dashed towards the waiting getaway car, their hurried steps echoing in the tense atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Karina diverged from the hurried pace of her associates, taking a moment to approach me. With a tender touch, she caressed my face, her words carrying a mixture of reassurance and urgency. "I'll see you soon, darling," she murmured before hastening after the others, disappearing into the fray, her figure blending seamlessly into the night's chaos. Overwhelmed, I succumbed to unconsciousness.

As the chaos subsided and the adrenaline wore off, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, disoriented and groggy. The events of the robbery played on a loop in my mind, a surreal and terrifying experience that left me shaken to the core. My body ached from the stress, and as I tried to gather my bearings, the nurses rushed in upon my awakening.

"What happened?" I managed to croak out, my voice strained.

"You were at a bank during a robbery. The ordeal was extremely stressful, and your body reacted by causing you to pass out," explained the nurse, diligently checking my vitals.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted our conversation. Two uniformed officers entered the room. "Good day, Miss Y/Ln. I'm Officer Johnson, and this is my partner, Officer Park. We have some questions to ask you, if that's alright," they introduced themselves, their tone professional yet concerned.

"Um, I suppose so," I replied hesitantly. "But I must warn you, my memory is a bit fuzzy right now. I might have a hard time remembering everything that happened."

The officers nodded understandingly, pulling up chairs to sit nearby. They began asking me about the details of the robbery, trying to piece together the events based on my recollection. Despite my best efforts, the traumatic experience had left my memory fragmented, making it difficult to provide a clear account of the events that had transpired. The frustration of not being able to fully remember only added to the overwhelming sense of confusion and vulnerability.

I intentionally omitted that I knew Karina. Amidst the chaos, I wrestled with the decision to conceal our connection, unsure of the implications it might have. As the officers asked their questions, I struggled to navigate the fine line between protecting myself and revealing the truth.

"I'm sorry, officers," I began hesitantly, "I... I might have forgotten some details. It was all so overwhelming." Despite the inner turmoil, I held back the knowledge of recognizing Karina, uncertain of the consequences of revealing our prior acquaintance.

The officers nodded sympathetically, understanding the distress I was under. They continued to ask probing questions, trying to fill in the gaps in my memory. However, the deliberate omission weighed heavily on me, adding to the complex tangle of emotions swirling within.

With each passing moment, the guilt of withholding crucial information gnawed at me. But the fear of potential repercussions and the uncertainty of Karina's motives kept me silent. It was a conflicted state, grappling with the desire to protect myself while grappling with the moral dilemma of withholding information about someone involved in the crime.

As the interrogation continued, I struggled to balance my own safety with the ethical dilemma of concealing what I knew. The events of that fateful day lingered like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over my thoughts and leaving me torn between fear, guilt, and the moral responsibility to reveal the truth.

The officers concluded their questioning, leaving me alone in the room to grapple with the conflicting thoughts swirling within. Just as I contemplated speaking up about my knowledge of Karina, the door swung open once more.

"I'm sorry, officers, but I'm feeling unwell, and I can't handle any more questions," I started to explain, intending to divert their attention. However, my words trailed off as I caught sight of Karina entering the room, carrying a bouquet of flowers.

A wave of shock and apprehension washed over me at her unexpected appearance. I was torn between relief at seeing a familiar face amidst the chaos and the rising concern about the implications of her presence in this situation. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of the conflicting emotions.

Karina's calm demeanor contradicted the turmoil in my mind. She approached with a warm smile, the flowers held out in a gesture that seemed almost incongruous with the circumstances. My throat tightened, unsure of what to say or how to react to her sudden appearance in the hospital room. Her presence added another layer of complexity to the already perplexing situation, leaving me with more questions than answers.

The room felt charged with tension as Karina placed the bouquet of lilies on the nearby table, her soft voice breaking the silence. "Darling, how are you feeling?" she inquired, her concern genuine as she leaned closer.

My surprise at her presence mingled with a sense of caution. "Jimin, what are you doing here?" I murmured urgently, trying to keep our conversation discreet, aware of the potential consequences.

Karina's laughter held a touch of warmth. "Just checking up on you," she replied softly, her fingers delicately brushing my hair behind my ear, a gesture so familiar it stirred memories from our past.

Anxiety crept in as I spoke, the words tumbling out in a rush, "If you think I told the cops, I promise you, I didn't."

"I know you won't tell anyone, darling," she said, her gaze holding a depth of emotion, her hand gently clasping mine.

"How would you know that?" I raised an eyebrow, searching for answers in her eyes.

"Because of our past, because of the love we had," she said with a wistful smile, a subtle reference to our shared history that flooded my mind with a rush of conflicting emotions. The memories of our connection resurfaced, stirring a mix of longing and uncertainty, leaving me torn between the pull of the past and the weight of the present situation.

The weight of unanswered questions hung heavy in the air as I confronted Karina. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, desperate for an explanation, for any glimpse into the motives behind her involvement in these robberies.

"This isn't the place for me to explain, darling," she replied cryptically, her demeanor guarded yet strangely affectionate. With a swift motion, she handed me a card, a gesture laden with implications. I accepted it, staring at the card in my hand, a tangible link to a world I hadn't anticipated being a part of.

As Karina rose from her seat, a sense of helplessness washed over me. "I'll see you soon," she said, leaving me with a parting wink before vanishing through the door. The quiet room enveloped me once again, my mind swirling with more questions than answers, clutching onto the card as if it held the key to unraveling the mysteries surrounding Karina and her inexplicable actions.

Alone with my thoughts, I grappled with the complexity of emotions stirred by her unexpected visit. The weight of the past intertwined with the uncertainty of the present, leaving me torn between the desire to understand and the fear of delving deeper into a world that seemed both dangerous and familiar.

The anticipation built with each ringing tone, my heart racing as I held the card and dialed the number printed on it. The moment felt surreal, the phone pressed to my ear, amplifying the thrumming of my heartbeat. Finally, a voice on the other end broke the silence.

"Hello?" The familiar husky tone filtered through the line, sending a rush of emotions through me.

"Jimin, it's me, Y/n," I managed, my voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and urgency. "Where can we meet up?"

There was a brief pause, the weight of the situation palpable even through the phone line. Jimin's voice came through again, calm and measured, "I'll text you an address. Meet me there in an hour."

The call ended, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions and a sense of apprehension. I awaited the text, my hands still shaking slightly from the conversation, bracing myself for what awaited me at the meeting point. The next steps were uncertain, but the need for answers and closure compelled me to follow through, despite the lingering sense of unease.

The grandeur of the mansion took my breath away as I stood before it, feeling a mix of awe and trepidation. With a deep breath, I approached the front door and rang the bell, unsure of what awaited me inside.

The door swung open, revealing a familiar face that filled me with both surprise and nostalgia. "Oh my god! Y/n! How are you doing, girl?" exclaimed the person, moving in for a hug. It was Ningning, an old friend from the past, and the shock of encountering her in this context jolted me.

"Oh my god, Ningning! You work with Karina??" I blurted out, my astonishment evident in my voice as I hugged her back, seeking answers.

"Yeah! You know how it is, BFFL," she laughed, a mix of familiarity and ease in her demeanor that momentarily calmed my nerves. We shared a chuckle, reminiscing about old times.

"Even Winter and Aeri are working with her, let me call them for you!" Ningning announced, her voice carrying through the halls. Within moments, Winter and Aeri appeared, their excitement palpable as they rushed toward me, enveloping me in a group hug.

"Y/n, how are you? You look amazing!" Winter exclaimed with a warm smile.

"Winter's right, you do look fantastic!" chimed in Aeri, her eyes reflecting genuine happiness at our unexpected reunion.

Surrounded by my old friends in this unexpected setting, a mixture of emotions swirled within me. The reunion brought back a flood of memories, yet the circumstances under which we had reunited left me with a tangled web of emotions, torn between the joy of seeing them and the unease of the situation they were involved in.

"She's here for me," a familiar voice boomed from the stairs, interrupting the reunion. The three girls, Winter, Aeri, and Ningning, promptly released me, understanding Karina's authority. My heart raced at her arrival, stirring unresolved feelings I harbored for her after all these years.

As Karina descended the stairs, her confident steps commanded attention and the girls continued to gush over me. "Girls, alright, that's enough," she directed firmly. The girls bid me farewell, respecting Karina's presence, and went back to their duties, leaving Karina and me facing each other in the mansion's opulent foyer.

"Come in, darling, make yourself at home," Karina beckoned, her gesture a blend of tenderness against the backdrop of her commanding presence. Following her inside, I couldn't help but voice my curiosity. "So, what's an NHL?" I inquired, intrigued by her terminology.

"It stands for No Harms List. I've established it to ensure that none of my gang members cause harm in any way, shape, or form," she explained, her tone carrying both authority and a sense of responsibility.

As I explored the interior, I marveled at the décor, a captivating reflection of my own aspirations for a future home. The ambiance exuded a sense of comfort and sophistication, hinting at a life I had long envisioned.

"You like it? I had you in mind while I was decorating," Karina confessed, her gaze holding mine with an intensity that took me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I questioned, a mix of astonishment and curiosity in my voice.

Karina hummed softly, her eyes filled with emotion. "I knew I was going to see you again one day, so I planned for our future. This is your home as much as it is mine," she revealed, her words tinged with a sincerity that stirred something deep within me.

The weight of her admission sank in, and I dared to ask, "You still love me?" My heart raced, the unspoken hope echoing in my mind.

"Oh, darling, I never stopped loving you," Karina confessed, turning to face me with eyes filled with unwavering affection. Her words left me reeling, a flood of emotions overwhelming my senses.

The weight of Karina's confession hung in the air, leaving me momentarily breathless. "Jimin, I don't know what to say," I sighed, the weight of emotions heavy in my chest, wrestling with the complexity of my feelings.

"Just say you still love me too. I can see it in your eyes; you still do. Our love was special, Y/n, and you know that too," Karina urged gently, her voice laced with a poignant mix of longing and hope.

Her words tugged at the strings of our shared history, memories of a love that had once felt unshakable. My mind raced as I grappled with the past, the emotions that her presence evoked, and the uncertainty of the present.

Caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, I stood there, speechless, torn between the familiarity of what was and the uncertainty of what could be. The intensity of our past love lingered in the air, leaving me adrift in a sea of emotions, unable to find the words to articulate the complexity of my feelings.

"Jimin, I mean, I've always loved you, there's no doubt in my mind," I began, my words carrying a weight of uncertainty. "But this is all happening so fast, too soon. I feel like I barely know you anymore. Are you still the Jimin I fell in love with?" The exasperation in my voice echoed my inner turmoil.

"I am. I've always been the Jimin that you know and love," Karina responded earnestly, but her next words struck me with a mix of shock and confusion. "I started this crime ring even before we met. I kept it a secret to protect you, to shield you from this world," she confessed, her admission feeling like both a revelation and a betrayal.

Her words left me reeling. A sense of betrayal seeped in alongside a conflicting feeling of being safeguarded. The revelation that she couldn't trust me enough to share this part of her life stung, yet paradoxically, I felt oddly protected by her secrecy. It was a confusing tangle of emotions that left me grappling with conflicting thoughts.

"Can I have some time to think about this?" I asked, the uncertainty evident in my voice.

"Of course, Darling," Karina chuckled, masking the gravity of the situation with a calm demeanor. "Come, let me give you a tour, and then I'll delve into the details about my crime ring," she offered, guiding me through the opulent halls of the mansion.

As we wandered through the grandeur, the clash of emotions continued to churn within me. The sense of betrayal intertwined with a strange feeling of safety, leaving me torn between love, trust, and the unexpected revelations. The tour was a temporary distraction, but the disconcerting mix of emotions lingered, casting a shadow over the uncertain path ahead.

The tour of Karina's mansion was a mesmerizing journey through exquisite spaces that felt like they were plucked from my dreams. Every corner exuded a touch of familiarity, resonating deeply with my tastes and preferences. It was as though Karina had an intimate understanding of my desires, crafting a home that felt so inherently me.

Eventually, we found ourselves in her office, a space that echoed sophistication and authority. Amongst the opulent decor, my eyes landed on a painting prominently displayed right in front of her desk—it was a portrait of me. A gasp involuntarily escaped my lips as I laid eyes on it, stunned by the unexpected sight.

"You were my light, my motivation, everything that was pushing me forward in life," Karina's voice broke the silence, filled with a depth of emotion that left me speechless. "So, I had someone paint a picture of you for me and hung it in my office, to help me power through all the stress and hardships," she confessed, her gaze fixed on the painting as we both stood there, captivated by the moment.

The revelation took me by surprise, stirring a mixture of emotions within me. The painting stood as a testament to the depth of Karina's feelings, a tangible symbol of her unwavering affection and the significance I held in her life. It was an intimate gesture that both moved and perplexed me, leaving me grappling with the intricate web of emotions that this unexpected revelation had woven.

"Here, come sit. Let me tell you about the Jimin that you've never known, aka Karina," Karina invited, her voice a blend of warmth and vulnerability. She gestured for me to join her on the couch, creating a moment of intimacy amidst the grandeur of her office.

Taking a seat beside her, I felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Karina's demeanor hinted at a side of her that remained hidden, a part of her life she was now willing to share. The air brimmed with a sense of revelation, and I waited, curious to uncover the layers of her past that had been veiled from me.

As we sat together, the weight of the moment hung in the air, the space between us charged with the possibility of understanding a different facet of Karina—of Jimin. The vulnerability in her gesture hinted at the depths she was about to reveal, leaving me both intrigued and apprehensive about what was to come.

As I turned to face her, a sense of readiness washed over me, my gaze fixed on Karina, poised to listen and understand the side of her that had been concealed from me. The air between us crackled with anticipation, a silent invitation for her to unravel the layers of her hidden life, to share the untold stories that shaped the enigmatic persona of Karina.

My eyes met hers, filled with a mix of curiosity and eagerness, signaling my willingness to hear her narrative, to comprehend the complexities that defined her existence as Jimin. I sat there with open ears, ready to absorb the revelations she was about to unfold, prepared to delve into the depths of her past and the clandestine world she inhabited, a realm that had remained shrouded in secrecy until now.

"Y/N, I need to share something I've kept hidden," Karina began, her tone tinged with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "My parents... they didn't die in a car accident as I previously told you. They were murdered."

Her confession startled me, unraveling a truth I never knew existed. "My father was a crime boss," she continued, her voice weighed down by the weight of her revelation. "He taught me the ways of this world, instilling in me the knowledge and skills required to lead a life entrenched in crime. But my mother, she was the nurturing force, ensuring I retained a kinder side—the person you fell in love with."

Karina's words painted a picture of a life far removed from the one I knew, one consumed by the shadows of crime and deceit. "Throughout our time together, I was involved in criminal activities on the side," she confessed, her gaze heavy with remorse. "That's why I'd disappear for stretches when we were together, ensuring your safety by keeping you away from that world."

"The girls, Winter, Aeri, and Ningning, were involved because of our shared past. Their parents worked alongside mine," Karina explained, attempting to shed light on the complexities of her world. "After my father's death, I had to assume his role as the boss. I kept it all hidden from you, shielding you from the dangers that lurked within my life. But now, we're older, and you have the right to make your own choices. To be involved or not, to love me or not. The choice is yours, and I'll respect whatever decision you make," she concluded, her eyes reflecting a genuine plea for understanding and acceptance.

"Karina, this is a lot," I said softly, trying to process the sudden flood of revelations. "I appreciate you being honest now, but why keep so much from me before?"

"I get that you wanted to protect me, but it's hard to understand why you'd keep such a huge part of your life hidden," I admitted, feeling a mix of hurt and confusion.

"I need time to think," I said, feeling the weight of the situation. "To process all of this and figure out where we stand. It's a lot to take in."

Karina nodded understandingly. "Take your time, darling. I'll respect whatever you decide. Just know that I've always cared for you, and I always will."

With a heavy heart, I left her office, needing space to sort through the whirlwind of emotions and make sense of the unexpected turn our relationship had taken.

Two weeks had passed since Karina's revelation, and in that time, a flurry of conflicting emotions had swirled within me. Despite the revelations and the complexity of Karina's hidden life, her constant presence lingered in my thoughts. Amidst the confusion and uncertainty, one truth became glaringly clear—I still harbored deep feelings for her.

Karina's persistence in reaching out to me was evident through the frequent flowers she sent, each bouquet accompanied by heartfelt notes. Her messages were simple yet filled with an undeniable sincerity, asking about my day and expressing her unwavering patience, claiming she'd wait forever. These gestures stirred a cascade of emotions within me, evoking a sense of warmth and longing that I struggled to push aside.

As I reflected on my feelings, I realized that what I felt wasn't just residual affection for Jimin or Karina. It was a genuine and profound love for the person she was, with all her complexities, strengths, and vulnerabilities. It wasn't just a remnant of a past romance; it was an all-encompassing love for Karina—Jimin, embracing her for who she was, regardless of her past or her concealed life.

Despite the uncertainty looming over us, one thing remained steadfast—I loved her for her, for the person she had always been, and for the person she was now revealing herself to be. The conflict within me was reconciling the history we shared with the uncertainties of the future, yet the undeniable truth remained—I loved her, wholly and unequivocally.

As I stood before the door, grappling with my emotions and thoughts about Karina, there came a sudden, unexpected knock. With a racing heart and a sense of anticipation, I opened the door, and there she stood—Karina, a vision that evoked memories and emotions from the past seven years.

"Jimin, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice betraying a mix of surprise and curiosity. Her sudden appearance caught me off guard, leaving me slightly bewildered yet undeniably captivated by her presence.

Karina's unexpected visit was filled with an intensity that seemed to amplify the emotions already swirling within me. As she stood before me, her words carried a weight that reverberated through the room.

"I just needed to see you before you make a decision," Karina revealed, her voice laced with vulnerability. "Just in case this might be the last time I see you." Her admission pierced through my thoughts, stirring a whirlwind of emotions that mirrored her own.

Caught in her gaze, I found myself unable to look away. The depth of her emotions was palpable, and her sincerity resonated with something deep within me. Adoration mingled with uncertainty as I contemplated the impact of my own feelings.

"I have made a decision… I do want to be with you," I finally confessed, my voice steady but filled with affection. "I love you for who you are, Karina, Jimin, just you, I love you."

Karina, visibly taken aback by my words, seemed momentarily surprised before a rush of emotion overtook her. With a tenderness that echoed our shared history, she gently cradled my face in her hands, drawing me closer. The proximity of her breath on my lips sent a shiver down my spine, anticipation coursing through me.

"I love you so much, darling, and I've missed you so, so much," Karina murmured lovingly, her voice carrying the weight of years gone by. Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken longing, before she closed the distance between us in a surge of affection, sealing our reunion with a passionate kiss. In that moment, love surged between us, an undeniable force that had withstood the test of time.

Karina, after the passionate kiss, pulled back slightly, her eyes searching mine with a mix of hope and longing. "Does that mean I can call you mine again?" she asked tentatively, a glimmer of hope evident in her voice.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I looked into her eyes, feeling a surge of warmth and affection. "Yes, it does," I affirmed, unable to contain the smile that crept onto my face.

Without hesitation, I closed the gap between us once more, pulling her into another tender kiss. In that embrace, there was a sense of reassurance, a silent promise of rediscovered love and the rekindling of a connection that had weathered the test of time. Their hearts beat as one, enveloped in a moment that held the promise of a new beginning—a shared journey where their love would reignite, stronger and more resilient than ever before.

Months had passed since Karina and I rekindled our relationship, and it was flourishing. While Karina shielded me from her criminal activities, she welcomed my presence within her team. Everyone in the circle embraced me with open arms, offering acceptance and warmth, which made the transition smoother.

Despite Karina's protective stance, I found ways to contribute within our shared space. While I wasn’t directly involved in her dealings, I took charge of maintaining our home. Ensuring everything ran smoothly around the house became my silent contribution to our partnership.

The team's camaraderie and unity were palpable. There was an unspoken understanding between us, a sense of mutual respect that blossomed into a shared bond. Although I didn’t partake in Karina's professional affairs, being part of her life in any capacity brought a sense of fulfillment, a feeling of belonging that I hadn’t experienced before.

Our relationship thrived in this delicate balance, built on trust, understanding, and a shared commitment to support each other. As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the comfort in our routine grew, paving the way for a future where love and acceptance flourished in the midst of our distinct worlds. During times when Karina was stressed, I also took care of her, adding an extra layer of support to our bond.

“Fuck,” I let out a strangled moan, your hand grabbed a fistfull of Karina’s hair while she continued her assault on my pussy. She sucked on my clit causing me to buck my hips into her face. “J-Jimin shit yes right there.” I groaned out, legs shaking in pleasure. Karina continued to latch her lips on my folds, her tongue thrusting in and out of me messily, as my arousal continued to drip down my cunt on to her desk.

She pulled her tongue out “So messy darling,” Karina said. Her finger continued rubbing your clit. You stared at Karina’s face wet with your juices dripping down her face. “Shit.” I groaned at the sight, grabbing her face and crashing your lips together, tasting yourself on her lips. She hurriedly unbuttons her pants palming her crotch, a low moan escaped her lips, before she tugged down her underpants, making her cock slap against her lower abdomen. She pumped her shaft, before thrusting her entire length inside. As she entered you, a wave of pleasure washed over you, causing your body to arch in response. The intense sensation made it hard to focus on anything else, as the room filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the rhythmic movement of your bodies.

She slams her hips into you, the slaps of your skins meeting, Karina couldn't stop groaning. She drilled her hips harder, gripping the sheets crumbling them in a death grip as your velvety walls grip her cock. “Fuck!” She cursed and moaned, as I scratched her back. “You feel so fucking good darling” She moaned out, still pounding your wet slik. My eyes rolled back in pleasure. “Jimin- fuck!” I moaned out loud as she rotates her hips fucking me into the table. The intensity of the moment heightened as Karina's movements became more relentless, driving both of you towards the edge of ecstasy. The table beneath me shook with each forceful thrust, both our juices dripping down my sopping wet pussy, falling on the table. I cried out in pleasure, as I felt her dick grinding in spots I never knew existed.

She turns you around so you are bent over her desk and pounds me with vigor, her hips stuttering as she rests her head on your back, her hot breath fanning your back. As she drags her cock against your tight walls.

“F-Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Karina became more vocal as your pussy clenched around her cock in a vice grip.

Karina's thrust became sloppy “You’re such a good girl darling. Are you going to let me fill you up?” She whispered, her thrust not slowing down.

Your walls clenched around her again, making karina moan as her thrust became sloppy. “Y-Yess! Fuck! cum in me Jimin cum in m-me!” I moaned, eyes rolling back.

Karinas hips pounded into you, invoking tears of pleasure down your face, the veins on her cock pulsing inside of you, barely keeping her pace, she grunted into your ear. “ You want my cum?”

The speed of her thrust made you incoherent. “Say you want my cum darling. Say it” Karina repeated, slowing down her thrust.

“Yes! Give me your cum please!” I cried out. Her hand rubs your clit in vigor as she watches you come undone, Your body shook in pleasure. Karina buries her member deep inside of you before releasing her cum, filling you up. Your cunt convulsed around her member as she painted your walls white until she saw it drip out of your folds.

Both of you panting, Karina pulls out of you and turns you around, guiding you to sit on her lap while she sits on the chair. Smirking as she sees your mixed cum slowly drip out of you. Your body still shaking in pleasure, she caressed your hair, helping you calm down from your high."You did so well, darling," she praised, carrying you to the couch in her office, helping you lie down. "My good girl," she murmured, gently caressing your face before pulling you into a tender kiss."Thank you for the stress relief," she expressed, her eyes filled with affection. You reached out to her. "Of course," you replied, still catching your breath.

The abrupt bang at the door startled both of you. "Karina, we need you!" Aeri's voice, filled with urgency, pierced the room. Karina's gaze sharpened, a mix of concern and duty flashing in her eyes as she swiftly rose from where she was and began to dress.

Sensing the sudden shift, she gathered your clothes and handed them to you with a sense of urgency, yet tenderness in her touch. She leaned in, brushing a quick, affectionate kiss across your lips. "I'll be back, darling," she reassured you, her voice warm and filled with both determination and a hint of playful confidence, before darting off to address the urgent call for her expertise.

After Karina left, you took a moment to collect yourself and dressed before heading out of the office, making your way toward your shared room to take a refreshing shower. The warm water eased the tension of the day, and you emerged feeling rejuvenated, dressing in fresh clothes before heading to the kitchen for a snack.

As you moved toward the kitchen, lost in your thoughts, a sudden hand covered your mouth, yanking you forcefully toward the door. Panic surged through you, and instinctively, you struggled and attempted to scream, but another hand swiftly clamped a cloth soaked in chloroform over your nose and mouth. Desperation flooded in as you thrashed in the grip, but the fumes overwhelmed you, causing your struggles to weaken until consciousness slipped away, plunging you into darkness.

As consciousness returned, a gruff voice pierced the haze. "Wakey wakey," it grumbled. Your head groggily lifted, blinking away the blur of disorientation. Attempting to move, you discovered your arms were firmly bound. Panic surged as you struggled against the restraints, a futile effort met with a calm dismissal.

"That won't work, princess. You're tied up real good," the voice remarked, its tone laced with an unsettling assurance.

"Where am I?" you managed to ask, eyes darting around the dimly lit room in anxious confusion. As fear escalated and you began thrashing in the chair, the individual drew closer, forcefully gripping your chin, coercing you to face him with an intimidating hold.

"You're in my basement. Your girlfriend crossed me, took something valuable. So I took something valuable from her," the voice explained, a sinister smile creeping across their face. Tears welled up involuntarily in your eyes as the weight of the situation dawned upon you.

"We're going to have some fun, princess. Don't worry," the voice continued, its tone growing darker, shrouded in a foreboding threat.

"Please find me, Karina," echoed the silent plea in your mind amidst the unsettling situation, a desperate wish for her presence, safety, and aid.

After Karina left the room

"What's going on, Aeri? What's with the panic?" Karina questioned, concern etched in her expression.

"It's Vito, he's coming for the gem," Aeri replied, her voice quivering with urgency and alarm, a sense of impending danger evident in her tone.

Karina's eyes widened at the mention of Vito's name. She swiftly moved, her expression hardening with determination. "We need to act fast. Is the gem secure?" she asked, her voice steady despite the urgency in the air.

Aeri nodded, her breaths shallow with anxiety. "It's hidden, but he knows. He's been tracking its energy signature," she explained, her voice trembling.

Karina's mind raced. "We have to protect it. Gather everyone and fortify the defenses. I'll buy us time," she declared, her gaze fixed on Aeri.

With a determined nod, Karina dashed out, her thoughts racing as she planned how to stall Vito's approach. Aeri hurried to assemble the team, each member aware of the impending threat.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit room where you were held captive, a muffled groan signaled your return to consciousness. Your mind foggy, you struggled against the restraints, your thoughts consumed with the urgency of Karina's safety and the looming danger of Vito's pursuit.

Unbeknownst to Karina, Vito's pursuit wasn't solely fixated on the gem. Instead, his sinister plan had diverted towards a more personal and vindictive motive. As Karina mobilized the team to safeguard the gem, Vito had orchestrated a calculated abduction, targeting you as a means to exact revenge.

Deep in his basement, Vito oversaw his malevolent scheme unfold, relishing the impending chaos. He had orchestrated the distraction, using the pursuit of the gem as a smokescreen to facilitate your capture, intent on leveraging your connection to Karina for his own malicious intentions.

Meanwhile, Karina strategized fervently, unaware that Vito's true target was not the gem's power but rather a twisted scheme revolving around you. Her focus on fortifying defenses and buying time only added to Vito's advantage, amplifying the looming threat of his vengeful plot.

The disconcerting revelation remained veiled from Karina's grasp as she rallied her allies, unknowingly racing against time not only to protect the gem but also to rescue you from Vito's clutches.

As Karina and her team diligently fortified their defenses, an urgent clamor disrupted the focused atmosphere. One of her trusted men rushed into the room, breathless and visibly distressed.

"Boss! Boss!" he gasped out, trying to catch his breath. "He took her!"

Karina's expression shifted from confusion to sheer alarm. "Took who?" she demanded, her voice edged with concern and rising dread.

"He took Y/n!" the man exclaimed, his words hanging heavy in the tense air.

A chilling silence enveloped the room as the weight of those words settled upon Karina. Her hand trembled with a mix of worry and smoldering anger, her gaze piercing through the space, the raw emotion palpable.

In that moment, the atmosphere transformed; an eerie tension permeated the air. The realization that Vito had not only targeted the gem but also seized the person most precious to her, her beloved Y/n, ignited a fierce fire within Karina.

Her team exchanged nervous glances, understanding the gravity of the situation. Karina's beloved had been snatched away, a move that not only threatened her heart but also stoked the flames of her determination for retribution.

"He took her,—the love of my life," Karina uttered, her voice quivering with a mix of emotions. "He will pay for what he's done."

With determination etched into every line of her face, Karina's resolve solidified. Vito had ignited a wrath that would soon come crashing down upon him, for he had not only targeted a mere possession but the beating heart of Karina's world.

Karina's anticipation of such a situation had prepared her for the worst, yet the immediacy of it caught her off guard. With swift determination, she hurried to her office, her steps purposeful and resolute.

Her fingers traced the spines of the books on the shelf until she found the one housing a discreet tracker, a safeguard you had once provided—a hidden beacon within a familiar object. Retrieving the book, she swiftly located the tracker, a small but invaluable tool that could lead her to you.

Summoning backup, Karina wasted no time. With steely resolve, she orchestrated a rapid mobilization, her team swiftly gathering and organizing themselves. They piled into their waiting vehicles, a convoy of determination set on the path to rescue you from the clutches of Vito's malevolent grasp.

The tension in the air was palpable as engines roared to life, the urgency of the mission propelling them forward. Karina led the charge, her mind focused, her heart fueled by a fierce determination to retrieve you from harm's way.

As the convoy sped towards the destination, Karina's thoughts were consumed by the urgency of the situation and the unyielding vow to bring you back unharmed.

Back to you

I finally pieced together the guy's name: Vito. The name felt bitter on my tongue. He had inflicted pain, leaving me battered and abandoned in an empty basement, surrounded by my own blood and tears. Desperately, I prayed that Karina knew my whereabouts, longing for her swift rescue.

The door creaked open again, and fear clenched my heart as Vito entered. Trembling with terror, I braced myself for what torment he'd inflict next. His chuckle cut through the silence, a cruel sound that echoed in the dim space.

"Look at you, trembling in fear. How pathetic," he jeered, contemptuously spitting at me.

"Please, let me go," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.

"Oh, Princess, that was just a taste. I have more planned," he sneered, his tone laden with sinister intent.

In the stifling silence that followed Vito's ominous words, a glimmer of determination sparked within me. Despite the fear and pain, thoughts of Karina's unwavering strength and the unwavering love between us flooded my mind, fueling a resilience I hadn't realized I possessed.

Gathering every ounce of courage, I met Vito's chilling gaze with a steely resolve. "You won't break me," I whispered, defiance lacing my words.

His smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of surprise at my sudden defiance. The room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of his next move.

Before he could react, a commotion echoed from above, the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. Hope surged within me as the distant voices grew louder.

Karina's voice sliced through the tense air, a beacon of reassurance and determination. "We're here, darling! Hold on!" she called out, her words a lifeline in the darkness.

Vito's expression twisted into a snarl, realizing he was about to lose his leverage. With a final chilling glare in my direction, he bolted from the room, leaving me alone but filled with a newfound hope.

Before Vito could make his escape, he swiftly seized me, pulling me close with a knife pressed against my throat. My breath caught in my throat, a shiver racing down my spine as his cold eyes bore into mine with malicious intent.

The room fell into an eerie silence, the only sound the rapid thumping of my heart. Karina's voice echoed from above, a fervent plea layered with determination, slicing through the tense atmosphere.

"We're here, darling! Hold on!" Karina's words echoed down the hallway, her reassuring tone cutting through the darkness like a lifeline.

Vito's grip tightened, a chilling smirk curling on his lips. "You're not going anywhere," he hissed, his voice laced with menace, a grim determination in his actions.

Despite the fear coursing through me, a glimmer of hope blossomed. I met Karina's words with silent resolve, drawing strength from her unwavering support and the promise of imminent rescue.

"Karina!" I called out to her, my voice pleading. Vito pressed the knife against my neck, his threat evident in the sharp edge grazing my skin. "Shut up!" he growled, his grip tightening as Karina stormed into the room.

Karina's eyes turned cold at the distressing scene before her. "Let her go," she commanded, her voice filled with a chilling intensity.

Vito, reveling in his control, made a small cut on my neck. A cry of shock and pain escaped my lips, his sinister laughter piercing the air. "One step closer, and she pays," he threatened, his voice dripping with malice.

Karina, unwavering, aimed a gun at him. Her reputation was clear—Karina never missed her mark. "I said let. her. go," she declared, her tone final, leaving no room for negotiation.

Before Vito could argue, Karina's swift action spoke louder. A gunshot echoed through the room, Vito’s knife dropped to the ground as did his body. You cried out to Karina, and she hurried towards you, swiftly untying your restraints and enveloping you in her protective embrace as tears streamed down your cheeks. Before you could turn to see the aftermath of the confrontation, Karina gently guided your face to meet hers.

"Don't look, darling. He's gone," she reassured, cradling you close, shielding you from the grim reality. With tender care, she carried you out of the basement, away from the haunting scene.

"Clean up the mess," she instructed her team, her voice firm as she focused on ensuring your safety. Karina settled you into the car, driving you back to the sanctuary of your shared home, a place of refuge and security.

"You're safe now, darling. I won't let anything harm you anymore," she vowed, her voice a soothing balm in the aftermath of the ordeal.

"How did you find me?" I asked, tears still trailing down my face.

"That necklace I gave you—it has a tracker. I knew this might happen one day, so I had to be prepared," Karina explained softly, her gaze filled with unwavering determination and a deep love for you.

Upon arriving home, Karina carried you inside and tended to your needs, starting a comforting bath to wash away the physical and emotional residue of the harrowing experience.

After the soothing bath, Karina gently carried you to bed, cradling you in her arms. Nestled in her embrace, a profound sense of security enveloped you, the assurance that you were sheltered from any future harm after enduring the harrowing ordeal.

"I love you, Y/n. I will protect you forever," Karina declared, her voice a tender vow, her arms a haven of safety.

"I love you too," you whispered, surrendering to a deep and peaceful slumber within the comforting warmth of Karina's embrace, feeling an unwavering sense of security and love surrounding you.

〰・♡・〰

[queenofthepirates83]

POOKIE! Can you pretty pretty please make me one with pyramid head from silent Hill? (😔🤞🏻) LOVE: Your best friend jazzy🤭

I got you booboo bear 💪😣

Pyramid head x reader

Tag: Drabble, one-shot, smut

TW: you die in the end, female anatomy implied, slight BDSM(if being held together by hands count), breeding, belly bulge, ALL CONSENSUAL, I made him bigger than he actually is 🤷‍♀️, tell me if I missed anything <3

Words: 680

A/N: it’s not too detailed, I just mainly gave the gist. Please don’t judge 😣🙏 this is my first smut fic

You wandered into Silent Hill after your car had broken down. You weren’t sure why, everything seemed fine, it just broke down.

Anyway, you began walking through the quiet town, glancing around, trying to find somebody. And nothing.

The town was empty, to your eyes at least.

You couldn’t help but have this nagging feeling that something was watching you. You felt a pair of eyes on you. Or what you assumed was eyes.

You turned to find what you could only describe as a…..pyramid…? A pyramid head. He had a pyramid…as a head…

You began screaming, of course, like any natural human would.

You never would have thought that wandering into this town would’ve gotten you bent in half by the much larger hands of a man with a pyramid head. Throughout the interaction you referred to him as Pyramid Head. At least you would’ve if your mind wasn’t so clouded by the fact a dick; much much much larger than any others you have ever had inside to you, was completely splitting you in half.

As you wandered through the town, you looked around, searching for any sort of life. Literally anything. Yet…nothing. Typical.

You debated heading back to your car, calling somebody or simply walking back to where you came from.

You would’ve if it was that easy. Now you know it was the safe option to go back to your car, you’ve seen plenty of horror movies…but like every character, you’re simply curious. And there’s no cell service and it’s more than 10 miles to get back to the town you came from.

When you turned around to be face to face with Pyramid Head, you could only ever scream. At the top of your lungs. Of course he shut you up, pushing your jaw close with his finger.

One thing, of course, led to another, now your hands on are on some wall as you’re bent over, only being held up by Pyramid Head’s hand, which was flat on your stomach, the bulge of his cock moving in and out of your pussy, making wet squelches as it did; his dick making a belly bulge, which he could feel.

His other hand was under your jaw, holding it up so you didn’t smack your head against the wall.

You would’ve looked to see the infamous wall I keep mentioning but alas, his dick was going in and out at such a rapid pace that you couldn’t, your eyes rolling so far back into your head you thought they would just roll out soon enough.

You felt another orgasm approaching, stacking onto the multiple others you just had. Once you felt the knot in your stomach tighten more and then suddenly snap, you inhaled a gasp then let out a deep breath as Pyramid Head readjusted you.

He lifted you off the ground just enough to be able to flip you over. He slid back in, quite easily due to all the cum and slick.

His hands held you up, off the ground, his hands easily covering a majority of your waist.

Your head dropped down, your mouth open as you let out screams and moans; your head bobbed back and forth as he thrusted into you along with your legs. You had bent them up, your knees held up by the upper part of his underarm.

He had came a few times, his cum leaking out more and more with every thrust.

Anyway…you continued to scream, getting stretched out by the second. With every new position he put you in, he only reached in further, hitting your g-spot over…and over…and over.

Soon enough you both approached your last orgasm, the knot inside of you tightening and of course snapping. You felt yourself getting even more fuller, like you had other times before when he came.

He pulled out, his cock becoming more softer. He set you on the ground, being careful not to startle you or anything.

He grabbed his big ‘ol sword and plunged it into you, killing you almost immediately.

The end 😧😧

[nburkhardt]

There’s something off about Steve and Dustin can’t place it.

Ever since they got back from the upside down, Steve seems more… not better but more, relaxed? Comfortable? He doesn’t know exactly, just something different.

It’s not like Dustin has never seen Steve relaxed, he’s been over at his house sitting next to his cat and listening to his mom explain how to make the perfect fettuccine dish. Steve is already comfortable around him to be bitchy to him, calling out Dustin’s shit immediately.

This? This is different.

Steve is on the grass laying down, arms behind his head and legs crossed. He looks like he could be asleep but Dustin watches as Steve shakes his foot and sees his mouth twitch at whatever Eddie’s whispering in his ear next to him. Robin laughing on Steve’s other side, her feet resting on Steve’s legs.

Dustin can tell there’s a difference between how Steve is acting now versus how Steve is normally relaxed.

Something is different and he needs to know what it is and how he can make sure his best friend big brother is always this… whatever it is. He deserves it.

“Are you trying to explode them? Isn’t that El’s thing?”

He startles and looks over at Nancy, she’s standing there with silent judgment; Dustin has seen that look on Mike many times, even if he knows both Wheel isn’t afraid to voice their judgment either.

Looking back at the trio, Robin now laying down with her head on Steve’s stomach and Eddie mirroring Steve.

“No,” he answers and looks back at Nancy to find her now looking curiously at the trio, “Just wondering what’s up with Steve”

Nancy snaps her attention back to him and opens her mouth before closing it again, looking at the trio; looking at Steve. “He’s comfortable-”

“Yeah I know that, I want to know what’s up with this other- whatever it is.” He snaps, crossing his arms, “that’s more- he’s been like this since we all got back.”

She nods, quickly looking over again before sitting next to him, “I think, he’s safe.”

“Of course he’s safe! We defeated Vecna!” He doesn’t snap, but it’s bitchy and Nancy rolls her eyes at him, before looking back at the trio.

“I mean, he feels safer now. As in, he’s not on guard all the time. He can lay there with his eyes closed, with no weapon or walkie within reach. He’s not only comfortable and safe, he’s- Steve’s happy” Nancy explains and looks at him, going to cross her arms before letting them fall again, “with the upside down behind us, all of us are okay and here- so Steve’s happy and safe”

It makes him blink, dropping his own arms before looking back at Steve. He’s got to be asleep now, with the way his foot isn’t moving now and how Eddie and Robin are also not moving.

“You’ve never actually seen him like this have you?”

He goes to nod, only to realize that, no; no he hasn’t.

Sure, Steve looked relaxed sitting on his couch but now that Dustin’s thinking about it, Steve was twitchy. That he had a leg bouncing and how he picked the one spot that has view of every part of the room. He knows that Steve keeps the nail bat in his car, that it goes inside with him at home and work.

And now that it’s in his head, Dustin can see all the ways Steve was and how Steve is now.

Steve is content and for the first time in years, he is safe.

~

Uh. This wasn’t supposed to go like this? I was going to make this a thing involving Eddie’s necklace but this came out instead 🤷‍♀️

for me there’s a major difference between content and comfortable. Like, you can be comfortable but still on the edge you know what I mean??? But when you’re content… it’s just better?? Idk what trying to say. ANYWAY!!! This is Dustin wanting Steve like this always and hoping to like bottle it up lol.

Also this takes place after spring break, they defeated Vecna. Like a few months after. It’s also pre-steddie, because of course it is.

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[coirinthyurilo]

Headcanon and explanation about Will's plague powers and how dangerous he can actually be, even if it's watered down.

Okay. So I get it. Will is the son of Apollo, and he's pretty OP in a sense. He can heal people, and that's like. Technically the most important thing in the Demi-god world. Due to the amount of injuries you can have.

You need a healer on bay. But Will is not only just a healer. He actually has plague powers as proven in TSATS. Able to give hay fever to a primordial that even Zeus fears? If your hink about it. If Will's plague powers weren't that powerful. Nyx wouldn't even have registered that she had gotten sick. But she did?

I doubt even a primordial goddess can even get sick. So imagine her shock when she realized she got sick all because some boy who was made from the sun gave him sickness in one of his domains.

And imagine that much power to even AFFECT Nyx? To a Demi-god or a simple fragile, can die at any-given circumstance, MORTAL. They'd probably have the worst known disease that not even mankind has even registered to know yet.

And I like to think. That as he grows his healing over time so does his plague powers. They're two sides of the same coin. Like they develop at the same time in the same way. Every time Will heals, it adds more power to his healing. With his plague powers it does the same.

That's also probably why he was able to make Nyx sick. Because if he had just found out about his plague powers wouldn't it be really weak at first?

So there. That's my explanation on it.

Now for the headcanon.

I like to think that in a future war or so, when Will is shoved to the edge, seeing multiple die at once. He just wants it to stop. He wants the war to stop. He NEEDS the war to stop. Especially when he finds Nico fatally injured.

And because of that desire and need for that to happen. The only thing his brain processes a logical answer. Is death. If the enemy is dead. The war will end sooner and no one that he cares about will continue dying.

So imagine seeing Will Solace walk into the middle of a battle. Many lay dead at his feet and there's an entire army in front of him. Out of pure fucking anger, he let's out piercing supersonic whistle that catches them off guard. And once they drop their swords to cover their ears.

Will takes a breath.

One single exhale leaves him. And green smoke erupts from his throat, like a poisonous gas. It didn't seem to bother then at all at first, it didn't even smell..?

And it looks pretty harmless, until people start to have burns and rashes, eyes turning red, as their legs give in, their Asaphogus shuts tight and they have the trouble to even breath. And they die. They die and they fall.

And the so called healer. Has once made an entire army sicker. That's how scary Will's powers can be if developed to the FULLEST of it's potential.

There's even a head canon I thought on how Will can drain people's life force and take it for himself to use and resotre his power to heal once he runs out of energy. That would be such a weird and cool concept.

Imagine some guy uses another person's life force and transfers that life force to you so can survive instead? What an eerie and such a terrifying thing to see and think about.

Especially when the harmless healer can most likely be fatal. It's just that no one has ever made snap. 🤷‍♀️

[vvampir3s]

☆ One Last Kiss.

✮ pairing:

Stalker!König x fem!Reader

✮ warnings:

stalking, mentions of cnc, brief mention of murder, PLEASE tell me if i missed any 😭.

✮ word count:

1.1k words (sorry for the shortness 🙏).

✮ a/n:

couldn’t stop listening to this song, had to write this! absolutely adore the result, and the first time im posting a drabble/fic?? 🙏.

this is just the first verse!

uhh thats basically it, this was kinda self indulgent but wtv 🤷‍♀️. stalker and slasher könig fics got a chokehold on me atp 🤭.

“Heavy humid night, corner of Park and Main,”

You were sitting on the cold wooden bench, late at night. Dumped by your boyfriend a mere 15 minutes ago, just as you were about to go on a dinner date. Dressed in a short black slip on dress, your favourite navy blue heels, your hair straightened with bouncy curled ends.

Hugging your knees to your chest tight, you silently cried, unbeknownst to the man stalking walking along the park trail towards you. As you sobbed in a ball, you felt and heard the bench creak under someone’s weight, not yours, of course. Someone just sat down next to you, earning a jolt of surprise and gasp from your end.

— “Heard you were crying, ma’am.”

Said the Austrian man with a gruff voice, placing a handkerchief in your small palm. His touch lingered for a brief moment, before pulling away almost sheepishly. Despite his hardened appearance at the moment, his eyes softened upon seeing your teary bloodshot eyes.

He fucking hated seeing you cry. His little taube, no one and nothing deserved her mere breath. He would slaughter the scum who even think to upset her, let alone make her cry. Or maybe, he had already done it.

— “Thank you..?”

You sniffled, feeling yourself burn with shame for crying in a public setting. Alone. At night, in the pouring rain for gods sake. With an obsessive piece of shit following you.

“Cast that first glance, your smile, my veins,”

He thought his heart would burst. Just as you wiped your tears away, cleaned your nose free of snot, you looked to him with a soft, appreciative, painfully angelic smile. He should’ve known what he was getting into. His veins boiling, his heart pounding, his mind racing with a multitude of thoughts, mostly perversions.

— “No problem, mein liebling.”

He said with a small nod, leaning back against the bench. It was silent between the two of you, only the noise of the rain pouring down to fill the void. But you enjoyed it nonetheless, putting your knees back down, crossing a leg over the other, with your hands resting in your lap.

You couldn’t help but look him over, noticing large, muscular beefy build. One of a Greek god at that, really. His black combat boots, large grey hoodie, and black cargo pants. Unfortunately, his face concealed by a sniper hood. He had his sleeves rolled up slightly, his large, somewhat veiny, calloused hands in view for you to ogle at.

“At maximum capacity, blood pumpin' so fast,”

He knew you were staring. God, just the feeling of your eyes on him had him overdosing on pleasure. On one hand, he wanted to take you home, shower you with love and affection, wife you up, have a little family back in Austria, practically domestic you all for himself.

On the other hand… he was fighting back the sickening urge to just take you here and there, lap at you like a starved man, make you gag on his monster of a fucking dick, fill you to the brim with his seed, paint your walls—

All the while you thought you were being sneaky about it, he simply acted oblivious. Believably enough, too.

Snapping out of your trance like state, you were about to call for a taxi to drive you home. Meanwhile, he put his left arm over the top of the back bench, practically wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He rested his arm there, slouching back and spreading his legs out comfortably.

— “What happened, schatz? I’m all yours.”

— “Pardon me, sir?”

Did he just say that? Fuck, it slipped from his tongue. Whatever, act natural. His little liebe is too innocent to see past his ill intentions.

— “I’m all ears.”

Must’ve been your imagination, or the rain messing with your ears. He seemed like a nice man, right?

“My girl, if looks gave heart attacks,”

— “You’ll make fun of me, sir.”

— “I would never, mein kleiner liebling. No need to adress me as sir. Just König.”

You poured out your heart to him. Your shitty boyfriend who just dumped you, left you here to rot after planning a whole date with you, giving you a half-assed apology of “I’m so sorry, I don’t have feelings anymore,” when really, he just got bored of you.

Tears pricking the corners of your eyes, your bottom lip quivering, your eyebrows creasing throughout the whole explanation.

Just one more word about your shitty ex would send you reeling back into a hot mess of sobbing and crying. You couldn’t help it, as the pathetic, naive, and desperate little girl you always have been.

König listened. He nodded along, adding a few words of “I’m sorry about that,” and “You deserve so much more than him, hase.” You knew he was speaking another language, but not sure what he was saying. It sounded sweet and comforting, so you appreciated it nonetheless.

His fucking blood was boiling. Not like before, when he was overheating with lust, love, and pleasure for you. No, now he was fucking pissed.

How your ex used you with his pathetic little 10cm dick, never gave you attention, barely ever looked your way? Slept with other useless dirty whores, all the while you adored him with all you had?

Fuck, he’d treat you so right. He’d fuck you just right as well. The thought of you with him got him hard, whether that be willing or not, friends or foes. He hated himself for the lack of control, but you were an irresistible little thing.

But paired along with that anger, was fear. You loved another man so easily, who was to say another couldn’t just sweep you off your feet? He couldn’t imagine you with another man, hand in hand, kissing, hugging, fucking. It drove him mad. Fucking mad with obsession and possession.

That’s it, he decided. Whoever was to lay a hand on you, speak a word of romantic affection for you, or even think of you romantically, will fucking face his wrath. He was a literal colonel, a fucking beast.

— “I’m so sorry that happened to you, liebste. Say, how about I take you out, a harmless little dinner? To make up for your shitty boyfriend.”

You couldn’t believe it. He was really about to take you out, after hearing your sob story of a ex?

— “I… would love that, really. Thank you so much, König.”

He walked alongside you, listening to you rabble on. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Hearing you say his name was enough, for now. But soon enough, you’ll be mewling his name over and over as he’d pound into you relentlessly, hot tears streaming down your face.

All he had to do now was take you on a little date, take you back to his place, and fuck you dumb.

Ah, after he cleaned up your ex boyfriend’s dead body in the basement of his house. Forgot about that part.

[soapyghostie]

Hi! i love reading you little stories about danny ‘jed olsen’ johnson!! I was hoping you could make a post about how he would look, like: many body scars, soft muscular body, or strong and tougher kind of body. Hope you understood what i was asking for, i tried to explain it the best i can! <3

You mean like general headcanons? I did a mixture of both his appearance and his personality if that’s okay. There is a link of a visual of what I think Danny looks like at the very bottom. Hope you enjoy!

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

This man has many scars all over his body from his victims trying to defend themselves, but failed. Where he has scars the most is definitely his legs and chest where victims have landed sharp objects deep past his suit, into his skin. I guess his leather suit can’t protect him all the time. He has a giant scar running right through his left eyebrow. Him being the cocky bastard he is, he loves to show it off to his coworkers and make up an insane story for it. The crazy thing is that they actually believe him. 

His gaze can intimidate anyone. He has these stern yellow eyes that will make you shrink into your skin if he glares at you. However, when he gives someone puppy dog eyes, you can’t resist. There’s no way you can say no to those gorgeous yellow eyes. Additionally, I just wanted to say, his eyes make him look cat-like. 😂 

Danny has a very lean body. He has to be strong so he can overpower his victims. However, he isn’t bulky because he also has to be fast and carrying a ton of muscle will slow him down. He definitely works out a lot. I’d say he runs 7-8 miles and hits the gym at least two hours everyday because, let me tell you, he is definitely shredded. (I’m sorry. This headcanon is definitely the runner coming out of me.) 

Danny has short, but fluffy black hair. He makes sure to keep it silky soft so he can easily run his hands through it. Also, to wow the ladies; he knows women love a man with gorgeous, silky hair. Dingus. 

Dude, this man is literally so silent. He can judge which floorboards creak, which doors squeal when opened, what shadows keep him hidden from sight. It’s insane. Literally a god. 

I think we all have gotten a glimpse of how much of an asshole and narcissist he is. He’s extremely mischievous, confident, and thinks he’s the biggest lady-killer. Spoiler alert! He really isn’t no lady-killer: he can’t even get a lady for the life of him. His cheesy pick-up lines and flirting skills are full of crap. He better be glad he has his looks or he’d get himself slapped across the face. 

Danny is a fantastic photographer. He makes sure that any photo he takes is on point. He’s a perfectionist. If he takes a photo, no matter if it’s for work or snapping photos of victims, it has to be perfect or he scratches it out of his camera roll. 

He is a great writer as well. I don’t know why the Roseville Gazette would hire him if he wasn’t. 🤷‍♀️ Anyways, a fucking unit at punctuation. He uses semicolons way too much than he probably should, just like me, and he knows it too. Hey! If it looks good and sounds good then that is all that matters. He’s also a pretty fast typer and always proofreads his writing at least 4 times before turning it in for publishing. He tends to get all his work done before all his coworkers. 

He keeps a journal where he writes important information about his victims: where they live, their daily routines, and stuff like that. He also sketches out what each and every one of his victims looks like next to his notes. 

He’s pretty cold-hearted and has an obsession for fame and recognition. He wants everyone to know who he is and to fear him. He’s addicted to the fear frozen on his victims faces when he calls them and has dozens of pictures of his victims hidden in his nightstand drawer to use for his articles.

Even though he’s a phenomenal journalist, he doesn’t get paid that much so this man literally lives off of ramen. However, he loves himself a nice home cooked meal: anything that takes a long time to cook to be honest. He would cook if he wasn’t so bad at it. 

He loves himself a good bargain; he loves the power they hold over someone. The moment someone breaks their side of the deal, he can break his and they’re over and done with if you know what I mean. 👀

He loves drama. He’ll listen to all the tea and no one will know he’s listening in either. He’ll start spreading it around to all the other coworkers. Now everyone knows the business. That’s why you never whisper shit while Danny is around because he’ll get a hold of that gossip one way or another. 

Danny Johnson visual

Hey you guys! Just a quick note that I’ll get to your requests on Saturday. This was the easiest request in my inbox so I didn’t have to think about what I wanted to write as much as I have to with other requests. I’m just so exhausted from camp, but I wanted to post something new for you guys to read. I hope you enjoyed it.

[im-turnip]

Profiling Me part 2

Look I know it's been years. Im finally getting to this. 🤷‍♀️ if anyone's still interested here you go.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x OFC

Warnings: Smut, light sir kink

"I'm so ready to sleep in my own bed." JJ said as we walked into the office to finish up the paperwork from our case.

"Oh man me too." I laughed. "Hey, if you want, I can just finish it all up. Get home to your boys JJ." I offered. I didn't mind finishing up the paperwork so she could get home to her family after the long week we've had.

"Are you sure, Hannah?" She asked.

"Yes Ma'am. Go see your family and get some sleep." I smiled, taking the papers from her with a smile and sitting down to my desk.

"Thank you." She smiled as he turned to leave.

"Have a good night, JJ." Hotch said when he passed her on his was to his office. She gave me a small smile before disappearing into his office.

When I finished the paperwork, I looked up to see I was the only one left in the bullpen. Aaron was still in his office though, of course. Always had to be the last one to leave.

I pushed myself up from the chair and headed up the stairs to his office. The door was open but I knocked anyway.

"Do you ever go home?" I laughed.

He smiled. "I was actually just about to head out."

"Ok I won't keep you. Just dropping this off." I said, setting the papers down on his desk.

"Have a good night." I said, heading back towards the door.

"Hannah, wait." He said, standing from his desk. When I turned back around he was leaning back against the front of his desk, head ducked slightly.

"I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other day. I crossed a line, it was unprofessional of me." He said.

"It's alright, Hotch." I smiled.

"Are you sure? I don't-" I cut him off.

"Yes, sir." I smirked. His eyes snapped up to mine and he had a puzzled look on his face.

I pushed the door shut before slowly walking over to him.

"It's quite alright, sir." I said, stopping just a foot in front of him.

"Hannah." He paused, seeming the smallest amount of flustered at the situation. "You shouldn't call me that." I looked into his eyes and his pupils were blown with lust.

"But what if I want to?" I placed a hand on his chest, the other fiddling with his tie. I don't know where the confidence came from but I was happy for it.

Next thing I knew, his hands were gripping my waist and his lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily. I moved my arms up around his neck, my hands finding his hair. He moaned softly as I ran my fingers through it. I pressed my body into his as his hands slid down to my ass. He pulled away from my lips, finding them a new place on my neck.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked between each kiss.

"Yes." I moaned softly when his lips found the most sensitive spot of my neck. His hand came down and smacked my ass.

"Yes what?" He said sternly.

"Yes, sir." I moaned. My hands worked to pull his tie off followed by his jacket. His fingers worked the buttons of my blouse, throwing it to the floor.

He kissed down my neck to my chest as he helped me rid him of his shirt. My hands explored his chest as he expertly removed my bra. He lifted me by my thighs and walked us over to his desk chair, sitting us down so I was straddling him. His mouth went to work on my chest and my hands found their place on his shoulders.

He looked up to me as he swirled his tongue around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I dug my nails into his shoulders as I moaned softly. He bucked his hips up, grinding against me. I snaked one hand down to start working on his belt. When it and his pants were undone, he pulled away from me.

"Get on your knees." He husked. I obeyed, kneeling in front of him. He stood and pushed his pants and boxers down his legs. I bit my lip and took a moment to take in the sight of him above me. I wouldn't say he was huge but he'd definitely get the job done.

I looked up at him as I took his length in my hand, pumping it a few times before taking it into my mouth. He groaned as a bobbed my head a few times, swirling my tongue around the tip. His hand tangled into my hair.

"Can I?" He asked and I hummed around his cock.

He thrusted shallowly into my mouth for a moment.

"Damn, your mouth feels so good. Want to feel the rest of you." He said, pulling out of my mouth. He helped me back to my feet before pushing back against the desk and sinking to his knees. He hiked my skirt up, slowly kissing his way up my thighs. His places a soft kiss over my soaked panties, making the breath catch in my throat.

"Hm. Already so wet for me princess." He hummed. My fingers played softly with his hair and his pulled the garment down my legs, still softly kissing my thighs.

He kissed over my pubic bone before he pulled one of my legs over his shoulder and licked a stripe through my folds. His tongue flicked over my clit before he sucked it into his mouth. A hand slid up my other thigh before a finger teased at my entrance. He slowly pressed the digit inside, causing me to moan. He pumped the finger inside of me a few times before adding another, curling them inside of me while his mouth worked on my clit.

The tension built quickly in my stomach.

"Aaron I'm so close." I moaned.

He pulled his mouth away for a moment.

"Tell me what you want." He purred before going back to work.

"I want to come, sir." I moaned and he sped his movements. My fingers tangled in his hair as I came on his face. He worked me through the high before standing, wiping his face on the back of his hand.

"Turn around, bend over." He commanded. I did as I was told, pressing my body to the cold desk.

"Fuck. I don't have a condom." He groaned.

"I-I'm clean. And I have an iud" I stated.

"I'm clean too. Are you sure?" He asked, rubbing his hand across my back.

"Yes. Please fuck me, sir. I need you." I begged.

He plunged himself inside of me with no warning, but stilled so I could adjust. His hands gripped my hips as he pulled back and began thrusting. I moaned as he pounded into me at an unrelenting pace.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He groaned. He continued his pace for a few moments when his pace started to falter. He dipped his hand around my body down to my clit. Working my clit with his fingers as he plowed into me.

"Come for me princess." That was all I needed to crash down again around his cock in a moaning mess.

He thrusted a few more times before pulling out. He stroked himself a few times before he came on my back

"Wow." He panted. He grabbed a tissue, wiping the fluid from my back and helped me stand up.

"You could say that again." I smiled as I found my clothes and getting dressed.

"You know, Jack's at a friends house tonight. Round two at my place?" He asked as he buttoned his shirt.

I smiled up at him. "See you there. Sir."

[toska-writes]

“Surprise!”

Summary: 6 members of the bad batch decided to through a party for the last member

Paring: TBB x GN padawan reader (ITS PLATONIC FOR EVERY MEMBER)

Warning: none just fluff!

Word count: 1377 (Not proof read)

Notes: it’s my birthday tomorrow! The 23rd!! So it felt appropriate how self indulgent is this 🤷‍♀️

In their defense it was sensible not to tell Wrecker or Omega until the day off. They even thought of keeping it from Tech with his blabbering mouth.

Hunter Echo, and Crosshair need the perfect planning though so that was out the window.

"Why didn't you tell me!" Omega tugged at the arm of Hunter for what seemed the millionth time as they walked through the small shops.

Hunter sighed before saying. "Sorry kid, but we couldn't risk it. We can't really surprise them."

Omega didn't seem satisfied with the answer yet until Hunter took her by the shoulder before whispering. "It was Echos idea anyway."

She smiled up at him before trying to lead Hunter to the next little shop. He was going to get an ear full from Echo if he found out Hunter threw him under the bus.

Omegas giggles filled the air snapping Hunter back to his young sister- She claimed that unlike the others she would find the gift you would like the very best for your birthday.

Satisfied she held her hands out in a grabbing motion for Hunter to drop a few credits in.

•✩•

Wrecker swatted Tech's hand away for the millionth time in the last rotation.

"Would ya just let me finish this in peace?" Wrecker was balancing with one foot trying desperately to hang that last banner from the roof of the Marauder.

"If you would hang it sufficiently." Tech muttered to himself finishing blowing up the rest of the balloons.

"Hey!" Wreck whipped his head around, for a moment his entire life flashed before his eyes before Wreckers hand slapped the wall and he fell flat on his back.

The banner now had one end hung neatly from the ceiling and the other completely lowered hung on the wall.

Wrecker only laughed trying to return the breath back to his lungs. "Well Tech hope your happy with that, I'm not gettin' back up there again."

Echos laughed filled the right space, quickly he walked over with a hand outstretched.

Tech only scoffed before throwing a ballon at the head of his brother as he stood. "That is quite alright Wreck, we don't have that much time anyways."

Perfectly on time with his words the hatch to the ship open and in rushed Omega pushing past their legs and up into her loft.

"Well whatcha get 'Mega." Echo called after her.

She didn't poke her head out until the sound of paper crunching filled the room.

"It's a surprise! I gotta wrap it."

Hunter walked over and took a seat momentarily looking around the now brightly colored ship. A small smile appeared on his face.

"Food is all prepared Hunter." Tech spoke over his shoulder, he quickly checked something off of his data pad.

"I'm comming Cross then." Echo took a seat next to the sergeant. "You better finished wrapping." He now directed at the younger girl.

Omega flew from her loft and place the small package next to the small assortment of food and gifts. "Ready." She jumped up to high-5 wrecker.

•✩•

You didn't think Cross was one for nature walks, or sight seeing before as that is what the story he came to you with.

Confusion flew out the window however we Crosshair starting giving you lesson in sharpshooting.

As he talked you didn't dare not to pay attention knowing that this was a privilege to even be breathing near his precious sniper.

Laying down Crosshair snug the blaster into your shoulder and positioning your hands the right way.

"You need to keep steady both internally and externally." He spoke quietly to you lining up your shot.

Breathing in once, the out again you pulled the trigger. The shot wasn’t far from the mark, but with the expert sniper breathing down your next you felt differently.

Crosshair took the time to adjust what seemed to be wrong and let you have a few more shot.

The last 3 neared closer and closer to the center mark of a tree you both decided on. Your focus was all on the center-

That was until Crosshair’s comm beeped sending a rouge shot up through the trees.

“That’ll wrap it up for today then.” He held his hand out waiting for you to return the blaster.

“That last shot was hardly my fault.” You tried to defend yourself getting to your feet quickly.

“Good snipers will tune that out, I thought that’s what the Jedi taught you.” A dastardly smirk edged onto his face.

“Yeah well they did, but I wouldn’t say I was the best at it.” The duo started the small walk back as the twin suns just started retreating over the horizon.

Breaking the comfortable silence you said. “Any reason you wanted to go shooting today?” With this being one of the days the group had nothing planned that was dangerous it was refreshing.

“Doing something nice.” He shrugged pulling a toothpick out its case and putting it right into his mouth.

“Yeah right.” You snorted, quickly bumping shoulders into the man. “Because you were so nice when you first met me.”

“You were weird kid.” He barley spared you a glance before continuing. “And you still are.”

Coming up on the ship now the hatch door wasn’t opened which was odd for a nice cool night. Glancing at the other man quickly, clearly he didn’t think nothing strange so you shrugged it off and opened the door.

Squinting your eyes into the darkness you barley could make out a few figures before the lights flashed on.

“SURPRISE!” A chorus of people yelled. Looking around all the bad batch members had their eyes on you as Omega flew into for a hug.

“You like it?” She asked with a giddy laugh.

“You guys it’s wonderful!” The siths themselves couldn’t have wiped the tooth eating grin from your face. “I barely remembered, how did you know.”

“Your records has all the information needed.” Tech stepped forward wrapping an arm of his own around your shoulder and giving a quick squeeze.

You laughed for saying. “Yeah we’re gonna talk about that later.”

“After food of course!” Wrecker shouted point to a table filled with many delicious treats.

Crosshair planted a hand on your shoulder flashing you a smirk before joining Wrecker with a plate.

You looked around once more, the streamers were magical hanging from the ceiling and the banner… well it definitely made you laugh.

To the side stood Hunter and Echo with their own grins in their faces. Rushing over quickly you gave no warning flinging your self and trapping both of their necks in your arms.

“Thank you too.” You whisper at both of them. “I can’t remember the last time I celebrated something like this.”

“Any time kid.” Hunters warm voice filled your ears.

“Now would you go eat? Some of us trekked along forever looking for it.” Echo playful taped your shoulder.

“Why of course.” You turned, Omega had a plate already stretched out for you and the pair quickly found a comfortable place together on the floor.

Even Gonky got into the spirit with his own party hat on.

Omega rambled on for a minute or two before she finally recalled. “Oh I got you something! It’s way better than the others so you should open it first.”

With your laugh echoing around she jumped up and quickly grabbed the gift off the table.

“You guys didn’t have to get me something.” You said as the package was handed carefully to you.

“The least we could do.” Wrecker boomed from behind you. “Now open it up so I can see what it is.”

With Omega’a and the rest of the Batches eyes on you you peeled the paper away.

Inside was a trooper doll that matched Omega’s, this however seemed to be a tad bigger and had more colors on it.

“Look now we match!” She said delighted. Pointing to the shirt, which seemed to be homemade, Omega said. “It even matches your lightsaber!”

Tears welled in your eyes now. “Oh Omega it’s perfect.” Scooping the girl into your arms you came her a tight cuddle.

This is how you wanted to spend all your birthdays, happily surrounded by your family.

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Taglist: @arctrooper69 @thereforepizza @padawancat97 @pb-jellybeans @floffytofu @verybadatwriting @solstraalaa @ray-rook

[cookieswithay]

💀"No...no way"👿 Part 2

Still Miles Morales x fem reader

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⚠️Warnings: slight cursing. Action. Dark vibe. Graphic threats. Dipping into the 3rd movie and Color coded words (kinda to show which Miles is being described)⚠️

And just like last time...

⚠️Spoilers!⚠️

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• Despite coming at the...other one really hard, Miles's anger dissolved. This was even crazier. He really saw himself, but...he looked completely different. They shared every feature except for hair and suit...which is scarily familiar.

• "Baby,"

• His doppelganger said. His gaze was locked on the girl Miles realized he was squishing.

• "Come on over here."

• You nodded at your bf and looked up the anomaly. Kinda like "My man wants me so..." He let you go without any resistance. (His focus kinda fell off of you anyway🤷‍♀️)

• There was a eerie silence afterwards. The feeling of danger was there, but not enough to act...yet.

• "Listen closely, Hermano"

• ('THICK accent' Miles thought)

• "I'm really tempted to ram my claws through your chest,"

• "But we're in my girl's room."

• As he spoke, armor began to form.

• "So, I'm gonna be nice,"

• ...Miles knew who he was.

• "And give you a 5 second head start."

• The prowler.

• The claws. The purple color scheme. The terrifying digital eyes. It all resembled Uncle Aaron's suit. Suddenly, Images of his family flashed through his mind. He had to save his dad!

• In a matter of seconds, he had a plan. He shot a web at YOU and secured the sides. Of course, your Miles jumped to help you. But, that let him defenseless.

• Miles yanked himself forward bringing both feet into the other's chest. Promptly, crashing him through the door.

• "Sorry, Y/N!"

• He called, while running down the hall. Normally, he would NEVER use you in a plan. But, this was pretty serious. (Plus you were just against the wall, so you probably won't hate him) He yanked open the front door and slid down the stairs.

• This guy didn't just run from 1,000 spider peeps to get stopped here. That was until he got to the end of stairs. Another familiar face caught him. One that hurt.

• "Uncle Aaron...?"

• It was really him. Tall, chill, and bald. He even had the same fashion sense.

• "Miles?"

• It felt nice to hear his voice again. But he's been here too long to think it was actually his uncle.

• "What's with the suit?"

• The ex prowler asked. That made Miles feel a little self conscious. It was a cool look...right?

• "I thought you didn't like red-"

• A sudden sharp blow to the back cut off his hearing. Miles fell to his knees. Horrible dizziness was taking over. (Somehow) Looking through his legs, he saw black and purple jordans. Dang it...he...he let his guard down...

• "Do you think you killed him?"

• "No. If I wanted to kill him, I would've sliced his back open."

• "Ew, babe."

• "What? I would."

• This conversation awoke Miles from his darkness. He was tied to a chair and his back ached. He was caught. But he wasn't gonna let them know he was awake. From what he felt, they're 3 people in the room. You, this dimension's Miles , and... someone else. Anyway, he had to be careful. The prowler was strong and the unknown figure could be even worse. Slowly, he pressed his fingers against the ropes. Hopefully, the electricity would be silent.

• "What're we gonna do when he wakes up?"

• "I dunno. Maybe shake him down for answers?"

• "...Or I could kick his ass."

• (That kick did a number on his chest)

• "Maybe we should go with the answers. I wanna know where he came from."

• The ropes were beginning to snap! A little louder than he wanted, but a explosion was comi-

• Crackt!!!

• A steel (shoe) sole was smashed into his face. A pained grunt was only thing he could muster as it's force pushed his chair backwards. Blood oozed from his nose and lip. What the hell?

• "I told you he was awake."

• Great, the third person was his uncle. The shoe flew back, landing on his clone's socked foot. The mini prowler slowly approached him. (...Was he taller that him?) He stepped down on the middle of the chair.

• "Alrighty, hoss. Where'd you come from and when are you leaving?"

• The hero frowned, weighing his options. It was nice to see you, but he really didn't want to get any more acquainted with "Anti-Miles" over here. BUT, with his hands crunched behind him, he had to cooperate...well until he had a plan. He took a deep breath.

• "I don't know what universe...thing I came from, but I wanna leave as soon as possible."

• "It's important."

• Intrest entered Miles, but he chose to ignore it. He had no reason to listen to his shadow clone's life story. He already got his revenge so he just had to wrap this up-

• "What's the rush?"

• You asked, hopping on your boyfriend's back. Great, you're intrigued. Miles chewed the inside of his cheek. Normally, he'd tell you but...

• "Did you not hear her, bruh?"

• Irritation sat in the Anomaly's chest. This guy was seriously getting on his nerves. Oblivious (or ignoring) the tension, you continued to ask with your eyes. He couldn't say no to you.

• "My dad...could die."

• Saying it outloud made his chest tighten.

• "If I don't get to him in two days...a villain's..."

• He stopped and took a deep breath. He didn't wanna finish the sentence. You got the gist. (Plus, his eyes were welling up)

• "So that's why I gotta go imme-"

• The chair he was tied to suddenly flipped up and he was face to face with his double glaring at him.

• "Go where?"

• He said sourly.

• "This isn't your prissy, fluffy Brooklyn."

• "The place is hell at night, so you can't just go swinging around on a whim."

• He threw the chair the back, making the chocolate hero slam down hard.

• "Have a damn plan before you try to save someone's life."

• As irritating as that speech was, he had a point. He didn't know this dimension and darn sure didn't know how'd he leave. This was WAS a whim. But, it's not like he could sit here-!Suddenly, he felt a tap on his foot. He looked up.

• "Give me one second, hands-er, Miles."

• You whispered. You stood up and followed after your man. The next few minutes sounded...interesting. He heard talking at first, then it progressed into KISSING. Struggling. Uncle Aaron laughing and then a ticked off "fine." Did you just use the power of persuasion? and lips. Once again, he was yanked up, but this time by his suit. Dude looked extremely pissed off, but had to say something.

• "Let's..."

• The prowler heaved a angry sigh.

• "Let's go save your dad."

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Alright! I actually made a part 2! What'd you think about the escalation of ending scene? Pretty smart right? Just you wait till part 3! Stay cool, peeps!😎

[delulu-enough-for-you]

Hello:))

I requested Ur newest newt fic AND WHEN I SAY I AM OBBSESSED- omg but I noticed that u said u might do a part two and I was wondering if you would do one?? Maybye where they listen to them at the bonfire?? Obviously not the Lana del Rey one (I would sob) but more high energy? Maybye ABBA or something (idk I'm bad when it comes to stuff like this lol) but anyways I hope Ur having a good day/night<3

Im so glad you liked it 🥹🩷 and yes! That sounds amazing! Enjoy!!

⚠️ Warnings: Y/N used, no gender specified, physical touch, music doesn't belong to me, underage drinking (honestly I dont know whats in gallys drink 🤷‍♀️)

The song is Voulez-vous by ABBA 💕

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- Y/Ns POV -

The fire crackled and popped as ABBA played through the speakers. Ever since the records have come up in the Box, everyone seemed more relaxed and happy. Alby and Gally had taken my advice and started throwing parties so everyone could enjoy the music. I'm glad they listened to me, because all they boys seemed to be having an amazing time! I was swaying to the music, talking to Chuck and laughing at the others dancing.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛

𝑉𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑧 - 𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠

𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡

𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡

𝑁𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑛𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑠

- Newts POV -

I was sitting on a log, holding some of Gally's drink and talking to Minho and Alby. "Man, are you listening?" Minho asked, snapping his fingers in front of my face. "Yeah, I'm fine, why?" I tore my gaze away from Y/N and looked at Minho's glaring face. "Dude. You're totally staring at Y/N. For god's sake, just go talk to them!" I just frowned at Minho and looked back at Y/N. They were clearly having fun dancing with Chuck, but several other boys were trying to dance with them too. I glared, upset that other boys were giving Y/N attention. Alby and Minho followed my gaze. "Um, dude?" Alby asked. "Are you sure you're okay?" "I'M FINE!" I shouted, causing several people, including Y/N, to look over at me. All I could do was smile and turn back around, facing Alby and Minho once again.

𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘

"𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘"

𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑

𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑝𝑢𝑠h𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑑

I couldn't stand this. I stood up, wincing at my leg a little, and made my way over to Y/N. They looked at me, confused, as I grabbed them and started to dance to the beat. Several of the boys saw this and finally left Y/N alone. Y/N smiled at me, laughing and moving to the music.

𝐼'𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒

𝑊𝑒'𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛

Y/N pulled me in and placed their lips on mine. Was this real? I blushed before pulling them back in for another kiss.

𝑉𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑧 - 𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠

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I hope you enjoyed 😌

Have a lovely day 🫶

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[deafeningsheeppoetry]

Metamorphosis

Luke Skywalker x reader

Synopsis: Luke recalls his childhood memories.

Word count: 2k

Content warning: do not read if you have Entomophobia (fear of bugs)

Months before the kenobi show

"they look weird.." Luke mumbled as he tried not to hurt your feelings with his words

"is it because of their legs? Millipedes are like that" you explained to him as your pet millipede crawled around your wrist and hands.

"ye-yeah..maybe that" luke mumbled as he shivered,he felt like the millipede was crawling in his skin and he wanted to frantically scratch his skin at the thought of it

"they don't harm you or anything like that, they don't bite so you don't have to worry" your voice was barely a whisper at this point as he watched you put all of your attention on your pet,he was quite jealous as he wanted your attention to be on him at all times,he was your friend after all

"yeah.. but it's legs" luke mumbled as he put his knees right in front of him "too creepy..i can almost feel it's legs crawling on my skin" and as he said that he saw you perked up

"do you wanna hold it?" You asked him as you shoved your hands (which still has your pet crawling on your fingers) right in his face.

"what?! No!" Luke said as he quickly moved slightly away from you, you only nodded in response as you continued playing with the millepede as you lightly brushed your fingers around it's moving body

"i can understand, nobody really likes it when hundreds of legs are crawling on your arms" you said as you placed your millipede down your lap, Luke watched you as he silently admiring your beauty before snapping out of his trance

"that's not really helping with your description of how it feels" luke grumbled as he hugged himself as he tried to get the feeling out of his head

"right, sorry" you answered as you put your pet on it's cage now

"wanna play now?" You asked him as you stood up before dusting off the sand off your body, Luke nodded as well as he stood up quickly as you both ran off and went to play with whatever tatooine has given you today

ossus

"dear, stop picking up every animal or insect that you see.." Luke mumbled as he tried to get your hands away from the pond as its fishes swam away frantically from your hands

"why not? That fish looks cute" you mumbled as you tried to touch the fish again, Luke quickly intervened as he took your hands and held it between his fingers

"don't,it might be poisonous" luke warned you again, after all these years, you never changed, you were still the quiet person that he knew, you still took interest in animals and insects and you still favored reading and writing rather than action.

"no it's not, I've learned a species slightly similar to this" you answered back to him stubbornly,luke sighed as i softly cupped your cheeks

"similar does not mean the same thing dear" luke spoke softly , though you could only sigh in defeat again as he won over you again

"now let's get up and eat lunch, i made your favorite food" Luke said as you both stood up, luke didn't let go of your arms as he held them firmly against him

"can you at least use the force to take it ou-"

"no" Luke quickly cut you off as he knew that the animals in ossus were poisonous and he did not want you tampering with it "poison is poison, I'll give you another butterfly to preserve though" Luke added as he looked back at you

"ok that might actually work.." you mumbled as you both walked side by side towards his jedi academy

"can i feed grogu though?" You asked again, Luke looked at you in suspicion before nodding "i hope you're doing it to actually help me" Luke mumbled quietly to himself as he watched smile in success which only led him to chuckle on your behavior

Quite happy that I actually wrote something,wow ok, anyways ignore the lazy writing on this one 😾 i was super bored so i wrote something today 🤷‍♀️ (not really something i do but ok!) Anyways don't be surprised if i don't post anything again 😽

Also heleana isn't a face claim or anything 😿 I'm just demonstrating on what you're doing (the English just went out of my head help???)

Also idk where Luke's jedi academy is located so I searched it up and it came back up and it said ossus (??) Anyways inform me if I'm wrong lol

[kmp78]

´ He definitely saw her more than once. One outfit from a restaurant where we can see his skinny chicken leg in white pants and the other time when they were snapped. And maybe other times she’s didn’t troll about ´

Well JL have the same white pant 🤷‍♀️

I don t think personally he saw her more than once 🙄

They re saw each other when they re walk on the street and the restaurant. Same day. And she troll in story

I can’t be sure of course because i was not with them 🤷‍♀️ But.. My opinion 😉

Come on now. 🤭

[spilltheteawithme]

More photos from Rome just drop, how fun. Good to know they look the same like the one we already saw😂 minimal eye contact, walking in fornt of aw, she look at him but he dont look at her. I almost feel bad for her, she really try to get his attention. He only interact with her father and once with her, and i think this is one time he actually give her full attention look at her and talk. But i would love to see some body leanguage expert to say what he think. Because what i know about body lenguage coross legs while you talking leaning not to the person you talk with and close light lips in one line is not sign of comfort, more of being close of and unsure. But also leaning on things could be try to act relax or needing support etc type of things. But i still dont see this so in love couple, like they bearly get into each other personal space like they affraid to brake some rule😂

She cornered him at the tour buggy, laying out the day of events, he has to act loved up and she'll pose for him to snap a pic at the next stop, oh and the pap will ride in the back row so they dont miss us being silly. 😅🤷‍♀️

[webdollzz]

omg this is so scary for me rn (its my first req😭) but anyways if you have time

do you think you could make a smut fic where reader is a police officer and hobie is just handcuffed being the flirty mf he is and then something just snaps inside of reader then BOOM theyre fucking inside a cop car🤷‍♀️hobie is just thrusting, no hands😭

(hobie is talking a lot too bro be talking about some “go on lovie, cmon.” “never knew a cop would do this, huh?” BYE HELP)

a/n: this idea is soooo...soooo...soooooo. mmmmf. for first time requesting, you chose such a good idea omfggg.

warnings: fem!officer!reader x criminal!hobie, praise, p n v no protection, oral (f rec), slapping (once on inner thigh), hobie n his foul mouth, swearing, overstim?, teasing, slight mocking, dom hobie???

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You had been a cop for the last...maybe eight months? having finished your training and got hired at your local police department. And honestly, you've never had this many calls on just one person. He's always up to no good.

"We have a 10-35 on Cheapside, some guy spray painting on cop cars." Your boss said, and the second he said 10-35, you had a strong feeling who it was. You grabbed your badge, baton, and pepper spray. You knew you wouldn't need it with him. It's just procedure.

Hopping into your car and turning on the sirens, you quickly made your way to Cheapside. Immediately as you pull up, you see him leaning against the wall, spray paint cans by his booted feet. a lazy smile crosses his face as he watches you step out the car, raising his hands. "There she is, my favouri'e copper." he drawls, making you instantly roll your eyes.

"I'm convinced you do this on purpose," You stand in front of him, hands on your hips. "C'mon, you know what to do." Which makes him grin before spreading his feet shoulder length apart.

"Yes, ma'am." watching you kneel infront of him and begin patting his legs, feeling his dick twitch as you brush his thighs.

"Any weapons on you, Mr. Brown?" You ask as you make your way over his hips and torso, staring up at his face. His stupid smug face, as if he wasn't a felon by now.

"Other than my dick? naw." He chuckled, feeling your hands run up his sides and back before you touch his arms.

"Same joke everytime, and it's less funny each time." you scoff, forcing him to turn around so you can cuff him, making it a couple notches tighter than it needs to be.

"who says i's a joke, eh?" he comments, looking over his shoulder at your unamused face, making him laugh.

"get in the car, Mr. Brown." you hissed as you open the back door, forcing him in with your hand on his head. you lean over him, grabbing the seatbelt to buckle him in, your faces inches away. you see him study all your features out of the corner of your eye, a slight smirk on his lips.

you attempt to ignore the bulge in his jeans but as your forearm brushes it when you clip the belt in, your face can't help but turn pinkish. his smirk only grows, so slightly pushing his hips up in hopes of meeting that same friction again.

"cmon, lovie. y'know ya wan' it." he basically whispered, his breath going across your cheek. you give him a glare before moving away from him and slamming the door, making him grin. the drive back to your station was long,

one hand on the wheel and the other out the window. little did you know, Hobie was slipping out of his belt without you realising, your mind preoccupied. He moved to the edge of the seat, leaning over.

"So, lovie. Tell me sum," He murmured, making you flinch and look over your shoulder at him.

"Shit! How'd you get out from your belt?" You curse, unable to pull over at this moment in time, which made him snort a laugh.

"You think about me when you fuck ya'self?" He blurted, making your face flush and splutter a cough. you're...not proud of it, but there has been times he's slipped into your mind. the thought of his hand instead of your own. his whispers of how well you're doing in your ear.

"tha's a yes, innit?" He cooed, grinning to ear to ear at your flushed face. you cleared your throat, shaking your head.

"no, it isn't." you scoffed, finally able to pull over, tucked away by an alley. immediately stepping out the car and climbing into the back, you attempt to try and get him back in his belt.

"Fuckin' corporate otherwise I'm doubling your sentence."

"ya' can't do that."

"I can,"

"only thing y'can do is suck me o-" He hardly finished his sentence before you slapped a hand over his mouth.

"shut up. every time I arrest you, you got somethin' to say. shut up for once." you hissed, and you can tell by his eyes squinting that he had a smile on his face. he then bit your palm, making you flinch and yelp.

"y'like it. cmon, lovie. give in." he urged.

"no. don't make me tighten your handcuffs."

"wouldn't be the first time I'm in handcuffs. don' even hurt no more. I can still fuck ya' with no hands." He coaxed, but was surprised when you seated yourself in his lap.

"what? surprised a cop would do this to a filthy criminal like yourself?" you mocked him quietly, glaring. You had enough. He better fuck you like he says he can.

he nudged your cheek with his nose, tilting his head to try and kiss you. you happily accept, giving him a sloppy kiss as you dipped your hands into his boxers, stroking his hard cock, a guttural groan rumbling through him and into the kiss, which you happily drank up. your free hand shimmied your trousers down, along with your panties, letting them drop in the bottom of the car.

he stared at you, his eyes darkening as he sees your glistening cunt in the street light. you pull him out of his boxers just enough, your hand gripping the base as you guided him to your aching core, not wasting a single second.

"are you gonna fuck me like you promised?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Hobie thought you were taking too long, thrusting upwards. you let out a moan as your hands braced beside him.

"Wha'di say? Hm?" You didn't answer, kissing him purely to make shut up. you rolled your hips, drawing a whimper from surprisingly both of you. you pull away from the kiss, smirking at him.

"did you just fucking whimper?" you teased, watching his eyes darken. It filled you with unfiltered excitement.

"what's next? gonna call me mommy and start begging? mommy, mh! please!" You mocked, getting all hight pitched as you grinned. you opened your mouth to mock him some more, but got cut off as he thrusted upwards again, knocking the wind out of you and a mewl bubbled in your throat. you fell forward, chest to chest with him now.

"don' do tha' shit on me." He scoffed, digging his heels into the bottom of your car before setting a rhythmic pace, sliding in and out of you with ease, his heavy breaths right in your ear.

"o-oh f-..fuck." you gasped, his dick hitting places your fingers, toys, and exes never could. you didn't even know they existed until his thick and long cock decided to hit every single one of them. you buried your face into his neck, moaning repeatedly as your head swirled, focusing purely on the pleasure.

"look at me. look at me right now." He hissed in your ear, groans and grunt in the back of his throat. you leaned back, making eye contact with him through your half lidded eyes, your pretty pink lips parted as soft moans fell from them.

"fuckin' told you I could do i' with no hands," he hissed in your ear, moans spilling loudly from your lips as they mixed with his grunts and the slapping of skin.

"tha's it. Good girl. Such a good girl, yeah?" He cooed, almost mocking as he stared at you, thrusts never faltering. you still nodded, your palms flat on his chest.

"mhm..I am. fuck, please. please." You begged, head spinning as you felt the knot in your tummy tightening as you whimpered.

"whats that? did you just whimper?" He was clearly mocking you, as if he wasn't giving you the best dick you've ever gotten. he knows he is.

"j-just shut up and fu..fuck me." You gasp, your tits bouncing with every single thrust beneath your shirt.

"take your shirt off." He nodded towards your uniform shirt, and you quickly unbuttoned your shirt to reveal a bra matching your panties, tits practically spilling out of it. he let out an amused hum, his eyes never leaving your chest.

"matching set? were you expecting to fuck me today?" He huffed with humour, watching you shake your head. "No? someone else on your radar? You fuck every criminal, babe?" He mused, picking up his speed. how the fuck was he doing this shit with no hands?

"n-no! I just - I just like to match." you whined, panting as you grew closer.

"uncuff me. right now." He grunted, watching as you fumbled to find the key in your uniform trousers. you quickly found it, unlocking the cuffs. without another second of being free, his hands flew to your hips for support as he drilled into you, your slick dripping onto the seat below.

"F-fuck, Hobie!" you gasped, clawing at his chest. his first name on your lips made him let out a guttural groan. he had only heard mister brown till now.

"say that again. say my name." He whispered, sounding almost desperate for it.

"Hobie, m'gonna come. shit, please. please, hobie. I'm so close." You babbled in his ear, chanting his name like a fucking prayer. he huffed, his right hand drifting from your hip to your clit, rubbing tight circles.

"cum f'me, pretty girl." He urged, watching your legs spasm as your orgasm crashed over you. you swear you could see stars. you let out several high pitched whines mixed with gasps. he wrapped his arms around your waist, forcing you to his body as he used you for his own pleasure now. you moaned in overstimulation, clinging onto him.

"oh god, oh god." You whined, hiding your face into his neck as you left crescent shaped marks into his skin. he grunted, his orgasm quickly approaching.

"I know, baby, I know. I'm nearly there, almost done. Y'doing so good." his praise made your head spin, and you selfishly wanted to come again. you involuntarily clench around him, a shallow gasp leaving his throat as he finishes unexpectedly. 

"Fuck." He groans in your ear, thrusts becoming sloppy. his groan spread heat all through you, and you whimpered softly as he pulled out, not wanting to feel empty so soon.

he kept an arm around your waist, the other going to the back of your head as he switched your positions, kneeling in the footwell, pulling you to the edge of the carseat.

"what are you doing?" you whispered, hand on his shoulder to slightly push him away. he immediately swatted your hand.

"cleaning my mess up." He simply said, as if it were the most obvious thing. He kissed up your thigh, and your breath hitched.

"w-wait-.." You mumbled, and he immediately pulled back, concern painting his face.

"You okay?"

"yeah, it's just..no ones ever.." You trailed off, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. his brow arches, cocky amusement on his face now.

"I'm 'bout to be the first to ever eat this pussy? whatta fucking honour." he groaned, his cock throbbing at that fact. he starts kissing his way up your thigh, his hand reaching back to push the passenger seat forward a little so he had more room cause he's a lanky prick.

he then drifted his hands up your thighs, listening closely to your breath hitching, your hips instinctively pushing towards his face as your hand tangled in his hair.

"Please," you whispered meekly, watching him bite and suck his mark into your thighs.

"patience. I eat pussy when I'm ready." He huffed, digging his fingers into your thighs.

"you've eaten other girls out, huh?" you asked, tilting your head at him.

"none like you. ain't none of em had a cunt I wan'ed to nut in." You scrunch your nose at his vulgarity.

"You're feral." you huffed, making him snort a laugh that made you smile.

"Yeah, I know." He grinned, planting a kiss on your clit, making you suck in a sharp breath. he licked a stripe up from your entrance to your clit, going slowly at first to ease you into the new sensation.

"S-shit..s'nice." you nodded, tugging on his hair as you looked down at his pretty hazel eyes between your legs. he hummed as if he knew, the vibrations making your hips buck with a whimper from the back of your throat.

he simply couldn't help himself, beginning to eat you out like a man starved. your breaths got heavy, mixing with loud moans. his slurping sounds and your moans mixed together, the car windows steaming up.

if anyone had taken a peak down the alley you parked in, they would immediately know what was happening. you're fucking a criminal right now. as a cop. fuck, this could ruin your entire career if people found out! this is bad, this is so ba-

"ay. eyes on me. I'm eating your cunt and you're not even paying attention?" He scoffed, slapping your inner thigh, not roughly, but enough to get his point across. you flinched, moaning.

"I'm sorry, m'sorry - please. please carry on." He stared at you, almost glaring.

"usually I wouldn't, but your pussy is fucking perfection." He grunted, leaning back down to suck at your clit, his tongue definitely alot rougher since he saw you paying zero attention to him between your legs.

you sucked in a harsh breath, your hand going to the window and making a hand print on the foggy glass. his middle and ring finger made their way to your entrance, sliding in with ease. his slender fingers immediately found your sweet spot, curling there as he intensified his efforts.

"s-shit! fuck, I'm close. I'm so close." You whimpered, your other hand tugging on his hair. you didn't miss the way his eyes rolled back at that. your back arched, a loud gaspy moan falling from you as your orgasm ripped through you. he happily drank up every last drop, absolutely pussy drunk. how could he not be? you're absolute perfection. as your high subsided, he pulled away, his fingers and chin coated with your cum.

"taste ya'self. see why this is my new favouri'e thing to eat?" He asked, putting his fingers past your lips for you to taste yourself. you moaned softly, swirling your tongue around his fingers, and he grinned. he pulled his pants and jeans back up to his hips, putting his belt back on before slowly dressing you, giving you a kiss on the temple.

your radio chirped with your boss asking where you were and if you needed backup, making your eyes widen.

"Fuck. I was supposed to bring you back like fourty minute ago." You cursed, grabbing your radio.

"Responding, culprit is under control. Bringing him in now." You said, tossing the radio into the front seat. He grinned, looking at you smugly as you slipped his cuffs back on, making them less tight than they were earlier on.

"Ya gon' bail me out in the middle of the night for head?"

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