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shutit-haha · 7 months

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"Katsuki," you swayed, "I think I might have been roofied."

"What!?" He gives himself whiplash from how fast he turns, neck cracking and muscles giving a slight pull. The two of you are in some damn frat house because someone invited you and you REALLY wanted to go. Knowing full well that you would stay here for an hour tops, half-hour if everything was already in full swing. This was certainly knew though, I mean 45 minutes in and you've been ROOFIED!

"I said," you leaned against him. Closing your eyes and attempting to take deep breaths even though those very same breaths seemed to make it feel worse. "Sorry Kat," you grabbed at him tightly with your hand. "My stomach's getting all swirly."

He goes into full fucking panic mode. His large hands wraps around your arm a little too tightly dragging you into the crowd with him. He's moving like a fucking linebacker just shoving whoever's in his way. The blonde takes a sharp left turn around a corner yanking you into a hallway with him. The lights here are shut off making it damn near pitch black. His shoulder slams into strangers making out and dry humping and the two of you cringe at the moans that come from the many bedrooms. The floor underneath your feet is sticky, and with the way you feel right now it's a fight just to rip yourself off the wood. Your muscles feel heavy, eyes barely open. The world keeps swirling and spinning, bright colors popping out at you even in the darkness. There's this terrible throbbing between your legs, making your thighs tremble slightly.

"Kat," you whine. He kicks open the bathroom door throwing out the couple currently occupying the space.

"Yea," he gently guides you over to the toilet bowl. "Wait actually don't fucking touch anything in here, it's all disgusting. Bastards don't know how to fuckin act." He's tugging you out into the hallway again, the couple from just a few seconds ago scurrying back in.

"Katsuki," your legs are struggling to keep up. You feel weak in the knees, stumbling over yourself as a result. Your hearing comes and goes, a war between absolute silence and migraine inducing noise. "Bakugo I can't," air escapes you in huffed breaths. "I can't keep up, please," you beg him.

The blonde -still rushing for a reason you don't understand anymore- scoops you up in his arms. "I'm gonna get that shit out of your system, and kill that asshole. Fuckin scum, piece of shit doesn't deserve to walk the earth." He grumbles clutching on to you even tighter. Your brain is so fuzzy you giggle at his silly words. "What," he looks down at you for a quick second.

"Hot, Kat. Tired," you yawn. Moving with large strides Bakugo carries the two of you out of the fraternity. You shiver the moment the cool air hits your sweating skin. "Cold," you whine curling into him and wrapping tightly around his neck. The poor man chokes with the grip you've got him in. How the hell is he expected to breath in a condition like this?! Not only that but you're pressed flush against him with the way you've twisted yourself around.

"HAH, didn't you jus' fuckin say you where hot?!"

"I'm hot on the inside Katsuki," you screech and wail. You say it like it's common knowledge and it kills him a little. "Wait," your hands fly outward. "I got throw up." The man damn near drops you, only half careful of how he's handling you. Your feet hit the ground and you bend at the ankles and then knees. Just as you're situated it all hurls itself back up. It's ok though, because he's here to hold back your hair for you.

"Gotta get your dumbass home," he mumbles under his breath. You whine bringing your hand up to your mouth to wipe away the mess, only for Bakugo to grab at your wrist. "Don't you fuckin' dare, that shit's gross."

"How am I supposed to clean myself," you look up at him with big blown pupils. Your lashes leave long shadows on your face from the streetlight, lips puffy from whatever drug was forced into your system. There's water lining the bottom of your eyes, a result from emptying your guts, and you're still so hot.

"Just hold on a minute, dammit." His head whips around in search of something, though to no one's surprise there's not much to clean with on the front lawn. His eyes fix onto the door, resignation settling in. "Don't you fucking move from here," he points down at you aggressively. "Do you understand?"

You nod absentmindedly, hand coming up to your mouth once again.

"Don't do that shit! Just sit still dammit, I'll be right back." He hates having to run back into that fucking mess of a party. It reeks worse than it did before, the odor much more noticeable after breathing in some fresh fucking air. He fears that if he makes the wrong step he'll roll his ankle from the sticky floor, and then theirs all the bodies. These jiggling, sweaty bodies, in sync and yet still so far off beat. He's quick, bulldozing through all those extras to get to where he's going. You've been fucking drugged by one of these damn creeps and part of Bakugo worries that they'll find you while you're all alone out there.

"Katsuki," big gooey smile, when he emerges back outside. A shiver racks through him, the cold catching him off guard. He immediately steels himself right afterward determined not to let it happen again. "Katsuki," you sing, "kat-suki, suki, kat. kat, suki," you giggle and then smile. You're clearly out of your damn mind, body rocking back and forth while your hands grip onto your ankles tightly. You look like a fucking kindergartener, at the thought of that he snorts.

"Here," he throws the whole paper towel roll at you.

"Thank yoou," more singing, and an even bigger grin.

He only spares you a couple seconds to clean yourself before he's yanking you up onto your feet. The rough skin of his hand wraps around your elbow, and you stumble right into his side. The roll is hugged close to your buddy like some sort of stuffed animal, thighs pressed together tightly. "Can you carry me again?" Your eyes fall shut sleepily, cheek resting against his hard shoulder.

"Hah!?"

"Please," your hip presses against his now. "Please, I'll kiss you if you'll do it for me."

"Don't say that shit," his cheeks dust pink like a school boy.

You giggle, "I'll kiss you even if you don't pick me up." Paper towel roll still pressed against your chest, you lean into him lips grazing under his jaw. "I wanna kiss you," you hum breathing in his scent.

"Don't say that shit!"

"But I wanna kiss someone," you whine.

"Someone?"

"Anyone," you kiss the flesh at his jaw and neck.

"That shit's getting to you."

You nod absentmindedly again, placing another kiss on his warm skin. "Mhm, I think so."

"I'm taking you home," he bends at the knees slightly begrudgingly picking you up.

"Mmmm," you hum, "I like the sound of that."

He squeezes your thighs harshly receiving a slight hiss from you. "Gotta fucking behave if I'm gonna be doing this shit for you. Not gonna fucking baby you for you to be a brat."

Your arms wrap around his neck bringing yourself as close to him as possible. That damn paper towel roll still smooshed between the two of you. "Does that mean you're gonna punish me?" It was said so innocently, still made his cock twitch.

"Don't say that shit," he growls at you, jostling your body as a way of adjusting himself.

"I'm sorry," you kiss his neck, "I'm sorry."

"Don't do that shit either."

"But," you grind against his abs, "I need to feel something."

"Not me! Take care of yourself later," the thought of you touching yourself quickly popped into his head. Once again he was jostling you to adjust his pants.

"You feel so good," another innocent comment as you grind yourself against him.

"What's I say about behaving," he snaps at you.

"But you said to take care of myself."

"Later!"

"Are you gonna punish me now?"

Thank god the car was coming into view. "Oi! I'll fucking drop you!" He hakes his head, "the hells your obsession with that shit."

You shrug, "like how your hands feel on my ass." Another kiss to his neck, and then your hips jolt on their own grinding against his hard abs. This time you just can't stop yourself, the pit of your stomach feels like it's on fire and the way your muscles are contracting- you just have to. You need too.

"Hey," some part of his subconscious had clearly been paying attention to you. The part about his hands, and the punishment, because his hand came up and then down in one sudden slap. You could hear it whoosh in the air, and then that crackle when it met your rear. You stilled, moaning and arching your back. He nearly fucking dropped you, the one hand holding you completely unprepared for that hell of an arch.

"Fuck," you panted. Your lips kissed a trail up his neck and then nipped the skin behind his ear. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry d-" You bit your lip, suppressing what so desperately wanted to be said.

He fucking dropped you.

Your legs where shaky, knees buckling soon as your feet hit the floor. You expected to fall onto your knees just like you did on the lawn, but he slammed you up against the car. Your back roughly hit the metal, one hand keeping your hip trapped against it, the other hand keeping hold of your wrist. "You're driving me fucking crazy you know that," he spat in your face. His breath fanned against your skin, eyes burning. "I have no clue what that fucker gave you but-"

You kissed him, hips wiggly in his hand in search of friction. He bit your bottom lip, teeth sinking into plush, your back arched. "Fuck me, please. Please just fuck me, swear I'll stop after that. It'll make it stop just fuck me please just-"

He leaned back in, mouths smashing together, teeth clinking just before he forces his tongue in catching a taste of your mouth. Aphrodisiac, "bastard gave you a fucking rape drug."

You shake your head, hips wiggling with more vigor. "No want it," you breath heavily, "want it."

He shoves you aside, opening the passenger door for you, "just the drug."

"No," you're crying now. Hand venturing down to your waist band to give yourself some kind of relief. "Want you," you bite your lip when your hand grazes your clit. "I-" pant, "want you." All your weight is held up by the car, eyes shut to better see the fantasies. "Fuck," you groan.

He doesn't know what to do, he's kind of just watching you. It feels gross, feels wrong but, fuck he likes it. Mouth agape while you fuck yourself to him. It's not real. He's gonna wale up. It's just a wet dream, a movie.

"Wanted you since-" gulp, "that compression shirt, at the- at the gym." You whimper at that, "sweat, nipples were hard." Your eyes open all half lidded and hazy, pupils having consumed whatever color was once there. Your sclera isn't even visible anymore. "You're such a whore," as if your fucking pussy wasn't literally squelching right now.

That was it for him, you weren't gonna fucking insult him like that. As if you were some fucking saint. Yeah, right. He slams the passenger door shut, the back door flying open followed by him quickly shoving you into the car. Your back bounces on the leather seats, one hand quickly rushing to yank down your pants and underwear. The burly man climbs in right after you moving with quick hast, he shuts the door behind him with another loud slam.

"Keep that fucking mouth shut," hand squeezing a the sides of your throat. He's fucked once or twice, never like this. In the back of his car, cock aching, in such a hurry. With the way you were acting it seems like it's only take a couple strokes before you tapped out, you had already been edging yourself in a way. (I mean with you grinding and whatever else and him stopping you every other five seconds.)

He unbuttons his jeans, briefly thinking about turning on the air-conditioning only to decide against it. Fuck it, let the windows fog up. (That'd be new too.) Katsuki doesn't even unzip his pants he just tugs at the sides and forces the zipper to go down itself. You brely catch a glimpse of his boxers before those too are tugged down his muscled thighs. Damn gym rat.

He rudely slaps away the hand you have between your legs, only to smack his dick against your clit. "Condom," you mutter.

"Didn't I say to shut up," it's a nasty snarl, yet still you have the balls to smile at him.

"Please," you spread your legs for him.

"Didn't bring one," fuck please don't tell him this is what's gonna cock block him. He'll fucking destroy this car with the amount of anger that wants to blow. Yet you ever so seductively reach into your bra and pull one out.

"Here." You take it between your teeth tearing at the packaging while he pumps himself. You pass it over to him, the wrapper gracefully falling somewhere underneath the seat, condom rolled on in a blink. No prep, just his dick getting shoved into you.

It's a stretch, a painful, hissing stretch. Your tugging at his shirt pulling it off of him while you adjust, his hands sliding up and under to unhook your bra. "Move," it's a command, an order. And despite his big fucking ego, he listens to you. One large hand placed next to your head, the either forcing your shirt up as it ghost over your body. Your scratching at his back, and rubbing his scalp. It's an odd combo of pain and pleasure for the both of you as a result. "More," you're shouting now, "more," you gasp.

"Take your shirt off," his voice is gravelly and out of breath. The hand once fondling with your breast is now gripping under your thigh. It's pushing your legs up and up and up, till they're resting right on top of his strong shoulders. Your pussy clenches around him upon feeling the muscle moving under your legs. His mouth comes down to suck your right nipple, eyes staring dead into yours.

Fuck you're cuming, quick with his name on your tongue. "Not fuckin' done," he groans, grinding into you with another thrust. "Don't even think about movin' didn't-" He hisses, "fuck, didn't get to cum yet." Another grind and then he's bringing a calloused finger to your clit.

"Katsuki..."

"Yeah baby," it's low and husky, drawing more slick from you.

"Was lying about the condom." He gives you a harsh thrust at that, clearly fucking pissed. "Don't give a shit about it," he nearly pulls all the way out to slam back in. "Just wanted to-"

"Get to the fuckin' point," other hand squeezing at your throat.

"Want you to come in me," you're fucking yelling. "Please," begging.

"Fuck baby, that's enough to make me come on the spot."

You whine at that, "no."

"No?"

"No, please. Inside please."

He pulls out, smirking when he sees how your walls clench around the empty space. "Missing me," he teases rolling off the condom carelessly dropping it onto the floor. In a snap he's back in, three strokes and then he's gone.

The liquid is fucking hot, it's scorching. You wanna taste, wish you would have gotten the chance to. The thought of that has your walls fluttering and coming a second time. Your eyes are all dazed and glossy, hair sticking to your neck and forehead. Carefully Katsuki pulls your shaking legs off his shoulders, while your hand reaches up to push his hair out of your face. "Fuck you're a brat," your lip tint smeared all over his lips.

It makes you smile all soft and gooey. "I'm tired now."

He snorts, pulling your underwear back onto you. "'Course you are," he tugs on his boxers and jeans. "Don't let any of that shit spill out you understand me?" He's pointing at you, face back to that scowl. You nod, pulling your pants back on. The both of you tug on your shirts, he moves to the front while you remain laying in the back. You find a sweater of his and tug it on while he starts the car, rolling down the windows to air the thing out.

"We're doing that shit at least one more time," he says pulling the car out of park.

"You're place or mine," you smile at him through the rearview mirror.

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amnesique · 8 months

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jealous conrad fisher? smut if you want, but it doesn't need to be

false god — conrad fisher

(gif made by @conradfiisher , all credits to the creator)

warnings: SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), car sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, p in v, slightly praise kink (not mentioned but—), NOT PROOFREAD

you were outside at a college party and you were talking to some guy that approached you while you were waiting for your boyfriend to show up. you didn't know what was taking him so long, but you were starting to feel uncomfortable that the guy wouldn't stop looking at you up and down, even though you already mentioned that you had a boyfriend who you were waiting for.

disconnecting from the conversation for a few seconds, you pulled out your phone and texted conrad, your boyfriend, to let him know that that guy was bothering you and to hell him to hurry up. exactly then the guy wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling you towards his body and forcing you to look up from your phone to his face.

"are you texting your boyfriend?" he asked, grinning like a douchebag, leaning even closer to you, if that was even possible.

what was wrong with him? didn't he believe you that you had a boyfriend or did he take it as some kind of a sick challenge?

you tucked your hair behind your ear, putting your phone back in your pocket, wanting to take his arm off of you, but he held you close. "yeah," you said, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. "i actually am," you smiled politely, trying in vain to be nice to such a piece of shit.

"where is he?"

"he is right fucking here," conrad's voice spoke from behind you two and it made you let out the breath you hadn't even realized you'd been holding, your body relaxing a bit as the guy removed his arm off of you to turn around and look at your boyfriend. "that's my girl in case you didn't know,” he added and moved closer to you and placed his hand protectively on your waist.

the boy threw his hands in the air, pretending not to know anything about it, and you almost laughed in his face, while conrad held back himself from killing him.

he left, so it was just you with conrad, but his grip around your waist hadn't loosened. he was still stressed, you could feel it in his touch, but at the same time your mind was going elsewhere when you remembered how his fingers felt on his skin.

"what was all that about?" he asked you, continuing to look in the direction the guy had taken her, but you couldn't help but look at how good he looked. your mind didn't seem to work every time he would appear around you, mostly when he would touch you like that.

you shrugged, and that was the first time he had ever looked only in your direction, focusing now all of his attention on you. "i did told him that i have a boyfriend, but i guess he took it as a challenge."

conrad grinned and he pressed you against his body, continuing to keep his hand around your waist. "you're so stunning, i'm not surprised he dared to take a look at what's mine," he said, caressing your cheek with the thumb of his free hand as you locked your gaze on his.

he knew the effect his words had on him. he knew how to make you melt in his hands, how to make you a complete disaster under his touch.

"are you saying you're jealous?" you asked, looking at his lips, noticing how he laughed and you felt your whole body shake when he did it.

"i don't have reasons to be jealous when i know i'm the only one you think of," he said and his hand moved from your cheek to the chain around your neck that he had given you, tugging on it gently.

you longed for his kiss, for him. and he knew it, and that's why he was dragging it out as long as he could, until he would've lost his mind too. it wasn't easy at all for him to look at you and not kiss you, but it was worth teasing you a little bit.

both of his hands moved down to your ass, on top of the material of your dress, pinning you against his body, and kissing your neck, making you rest your head on his shoulder and letting out a weak whimper right next to his ear.

his teasing was already becoming his torture because he couldn't afford doing more than this to you in public, so he whispered in your ear. "do you want to take this to my car?"

you nodded, feeling how he wanted you too because of the approaching between your bodies. "yes, please," you said and he grinned into your hair, staying a little longer in the moment and after that, he rushed to the car, pulling you by your hand after him.

you awkwardly chuckled behind him. it was kind of funny how needy you both were when it came to the other, how easily you would've ignite for one another.

when you two got to the car, the both of you stopped and looked at each other. conrad was unsure of his next move, and he just kept caressing your hand that he was still holding, looking at you as if he could see through you, even though it was actually dark where his car was parked. "soo," he said, exaggerating the last letter. "how will it go?"

you grinned at him, and he felt the ground slipping from under his feet, as you opened the driver's door, motioning for him to climb in first. he looked at you confused for a second, but your grin wouldn't go away, so he eventually caught on your idea, so he climbed in, pushing his chair all the way back and reaching his hand out to you.

you accepted his hand and sat yourself carefully with your thighs on either side of his lap as you closed the door immediately behind you.

you leaned into him, your chest pressing against his, and you kissed him, slowly, wanting to make him lose his mind like he did with you.

he placed one hand placed on your waist —and you let out a sound right then— and the other placed on your cheek, caressing it in circles. the ring on his thumb made such a lovely contact with the skin of your cheek and it made you lose yourself in the kiss, at one point even slightly parting your lips, at which point he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

your tongues teasing each other, fighting for dominance, as the kiss only increased your desire even more.

he had been the first to break the kiss, his hand still on your cheek and his breathing heavy as he said, "i need to feel you."

and you felt the same need.

you agreed, bringing your foreheads together, just enough to try and steady your breathing as you felt yourself starting to get even wetter at those words, and feeling him hard right under your ass.

because you were wearing a dress, you only had to deal with his clothes, so you slipped your hands between your bodies to undo his pants. feeling a little freer, conrad made a faint sound of relief, and he moved his hips a little higher —making your front sliding right against his erection, making you let out a soft sound as well—, to make your work easier.

once his jeans and his boxers were out of your way, you stood up a little, him helping you put your underwear aside, and when you laid back down on him. he buried himself inside of you, inch by inch, making you rest your head on his shoulder to mask the needy whimpers that escaped your lips.

he lifted your chin with two fingers, making you look into his green eyes that were burning into your skin, leaving his mark on you. “let me hear you,” he whispered, and then, seeing how you looked at him, he couldn't help but connect his lips with yours in another tender kiss.

his movements were full of desire, but also tender, moving somewhat slowly inside you as he kissed you like his life depended on it and as one hand of his massaged your clit.

you were grinding on top of him, putting your hands on either side of his neck as he helped you, holding you by your waist with his free hand, lifting you up and down on him.

it felt so good, way too good, that you started moaning into the kiss, knowing how much he loved hearing you.

"you're doing such a good job," he whispered in your ear, taking a break from kissing your lips, and going to place kisses on your neck.

you dropped your head to the side to give him more access to your neck, arching your back, and you felt yourself tighten slightly around him.

"just like that," he groaned next to your ear, increasing the rhythm in which he massaged your clitoris, him wanting to bring you to your orgasm as quickly as possible, because himself also couldn't last much longer.

your hands slid from around his neck to his shoulders, you pulling him close to you as the knot in your stomach felt too tight, almost close to breaking free.

both of your breaths had become rushed once again. you could hear him next to your ear as you could even hear yourself. that rushed they were.

"i'm sure no one could've made you feel this good, right?" he asked you, feeling your walls tighten more around him.

you nodded, chasing after your orgasm and starting to kiss him under his near, on his neck, on his jaw.

his jaw clenched, struggling to hold himself back a little longer, even if his movements had become sloppy. "tell me, do you think that douchebag would've made you feel this good?"

you couldn't believe what you were hearing, but still, his jealousy had just been what made you let go.

unable to hold on even longer, as he felt the release wash over you, and your breathing slowly beginning to ease against his neck, conrad let go as well, his release filling you as a little bit of it was leaking down your inner thighs.

with him still inside you and you on his shoulder, your breathing had calmed down, but you hadn't forgotten what he said exactly before you finished, so you looked up to look at his eyes.

"you said you're not jealous,” you said amused.

he looked at you with his lips parted and his short front hair catching in his eyes. "well, i'm not."

you moved a little on top of him, as he whimpered and you shivered, so you can put your hands around his neck and get a better look at him. "and then what was that before?"

“i don't know what you're talking about,” he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“you do,” you said with a grin on the corner of your mouth. “ too well” you added, as you leaned over him to capture his lips into another kiss.

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yawnderu · 6 months

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Believer - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

Based on this post by @actuallyhiswife!

Simon is a broken man. A piece of art no one has the patience to understand, simply accepting it's so abstract its own creator made it at random, up until you came along. Until you came along, taking years to break him down, to understand him better, to adjust your body language until it became something he could be comfortable with.

It took a full year. A full year until he started seeking for you without even realizing. Sitting down next to you in meetings, always checking your status on comms, willingly taking care of you when you get hurt during a mission, hunting down whoever dared hurt you, yet he still wouldn't call that love. Simon is too broken for love, and Ghost is too cold for it... things you seem to ignore when you first confess your love for him. The same way you ignore the pain of his rejection.

''You deserve better.'' Is all he tells you, tone as avoidant as possible as he simply focuses on cleaning his gun, assembling the parts almost on autopilot after years of using them. After years of killing, even when necessary. He doesn't even remember when he became numb to it all.

''I deserve you.'' Your hands are on his in an instant, not caring about the callouses and the rough texture of his fingers. He doesn't push you away. He can never push you away, no matter how much it stabs at his heart.

''I'm broken, lass. People like me don't deserve love.'' His hand tightens on yours ever so slightly despite his words.

''You say that, but you're always telling me shit you never tell anyone else. You take me stargazing, take me out to eat, you let me touch you. You let me get close.'' Your words hold no frustration, simply full of yearning and confusion, despite knowing the answer.

''That's not love.'' His gaze shifts towards you, the longing and emotions in his eyes unmistakable. His gaze doesn't soften for anyone but you, much to his dismay.

''I don't want to hurt you, love. I know I will, and I know it'll be bad.'' Everyone I ever loved died because of me. The longing in his eyes is replaced by pain. Memories of his family, of his friends, of the heavy burden he carries on his shoulders, crushing him down like Atlas holding the sky.

''Stubborn girl.'' He lets out a bitter chuckle, disbelief in his tone as he looks down at you, at the way you're removing his glove so you can hold his bare hand like a lifeline.

''You know it.'' The cheeky grin you shoot his way is enough to make the corners of his lips tug up, pupils dilating as he studies your expression.

He sighs and leans over, pressing his clothed forehead against yours. Examining you carefully, taking in the pure love in your eyes. It feels like forever until the words finally leave his mouth.

''I think I'm in love with you.'' The words feel foreign in his mouth, years and years of nothing but discipline and self-preservation made it unable for him to form any type of personal relationships until you came along, coming into his heart as if it was your right. In a way, he believes it is. If she's determined to love a broken man...

''You win.'' He tries to bring the coldness back to his voice, yet his love is so painfully obvious, bleeding out of his words like nothing.

''I love you.'' No more walls, no more barriers. He may be as difficult as they come, but you know his love is pure.

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m00nh1gh · 4 months

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JEALOUS

Lee Know x reader

Your boyfriend is good at making you mad, especially when he keeps talking with his particularly beautiful coworker at a business dinner.

Contains: Spanking, fingering, multiple (2) orgasms, Minho is a piece of shit, subtle mentions of squirting, dacryphilia.

Word count: 2.4k.

You bitterly sipped on your wine as you stared at your boyfriend in front of you, talking with one of his coworkers. She was beautiful and he was smiling at her the whole time. Your legs were crossed and one of your feet was so close to Minho's leg. You'd been wanting to give him a little kick for a while now to grab his attention.

But, you decided to stay calm and as professional as you could be, given that you weren't even an employee of the company your boyfriend worked in, you only agreed to accompany him because he'd been clinging onto you the whole day. Yet, he wasn't even talking to you, and instead, he was having a seemingly fun conversation with the girl next to him, who'd been biting her lower lip a little too much tonight.

You weren't mad at Minho. You knew he loved you, but it was so clear that the girl next to him wanted your man and he didn't seem to get the hint. She was the problem. You wondered why you didn't sit next to him. Instead, you were seated next to his boss and another coworker. They made boring jokes and the boss’ hand brushed against your arm too much to your liking. Maybe you were both in the same boat, after all.

You sighed in relief when Minho finally looked at you and smiled sweetly. You returned it rather unenthusiastically, and he raised an eyebrow. He stood from his seat and he excused himself to the bathroom. Not wanting to further force your laugh at his boss’ rather misogynistic jokes, you followed him and waited outside the door with crossed arms.

You heard the muffled sounds of water running, and you guessed Minho would come out soon. You tapped your finger on your arm, not because you were impatient, but because you were in deep thought about the way the girl kept tugging at your boyfriend's sleeve to keep his attention on her.

“Y/n? You didn't stay at the table?”

You looked at Minho as he wiped his hands on his trousers. He was looking at you with a surprised expression. He didn't expect you to be waiting for him here.

“Is everything alright?

- Can I switch places with the girl next to you?

- Why?” He furrowed his brows a little and you stared at him, dumbfounded.

“She's been flirting with you and touching you the whole night.

- My boss has been doing the same with you and I didn't plan on saying anything about it.

- But I'm talking about it. I don't wanna have your boss’ hand on me and I don't want to see that girl all up on you the whole night.

- Are you mad at me?

- No?” It was now your turn to furrow your brows. You weren't sure if he was just teasing you, and you weren't mad, truly. But, if he kept talking like that, you might be.

“You don't trust me? You haven't seen how I've not been returning her suggestive glances all along?

- I trust you, Minho. I just want to be next to you.”

He grabbed your wrist to pull you closer to him and now you were angry. How could he assume your mood and to add fuel to the starting fire in you? You could very well just go back home at that point.

“Talk to me when you don't have that attitude anymore or I'll make sure to do something about it,” he said at a low volume just for you to hear, as if you were in a crowded room.

He let go of your wrist and you followed him back to the table just to grab your coat and make up a lie to leave. You didn't even share a glance with Minho, you completely ignored him and you called a taxi since he had the keys to the car.

Oh, if he dared to talk to you like that again when he'd come back, you'd slap him across the face. No regrets.

Once you were home, you stormed into your bedroom to change into your nightgown, not even bothering to take your makeup off. You only wanted to sleep, to forget that woman who stole all of your boyfriend's attention. You also wanted to forget about him for a while.

“He's the one with an attitude!” You said out loud in a sudden outburst of frustration and you kicked the bed sheets off of you. You turned the lights off and you fell asleep with a visible frown on your face.

“Why'd you leave like that?” Was the first thing you heard when Minho turned the lights on, making you groan and hide your face with your arm.

“Fuck, Minho. I was sleeping,” you complained, but he didn't seem to feel empathy about it.

“I don't fucking care, you made everyone think that I'm not good to you. You were seriously mad about the girl?” When you finally opened your eyes, he was still standing by the door with his arms crossed and the sleeves of his button-up shirt rolled up.

“If you keep talking to me like that, then I'll start thinking you're not good to me either.

- Oh, really?” He shut the door before walking over to you. You were still lying on the bed, so he leaned down to properly look you in the eyes. “You wanna try it out? Fucking make me mad and you'll see how bad I can be.”

Oh, right now wasn't the time to be turned on. But his clenched jaw and sharp eyes just above you made you shift uncomfortably in your position and you shifted your gaze away from him in shame.

“Look at me,” he snapped his fingers to grab your attention back and you looked up at him with big eyes, empty of any defiance they had before. You hated how shy he could make you because that meant he'd always have the last word with you. But he radiated dominance, especially when he was annoyed like this.

“You see how stupid it was to start all this? I'm not in another woman's bedroom right now. I already told you I don't give a fuck about anyone else but you. I'm the one who has to make sure you're not being stolen away from me. Haven't you seen how all my coworkers looked at you? Probably not, mmh?” He was stroking your cheek slowly and it made you shiver. “That's just how good I am to you. I make sure you stay with me and that no man can touch you.”

You batted your eyes at him without any answer. He was hard to read. You didn't know how serious he was, but it made you squeeze your legs together. He leaned further down so his lips would only ghost over yours before he whispered to you:

“I can tell you're turned on right now. I'm not giving it to you tonight. Brats like you don't deserve to get dick.

- Min!” You whined in protest, but he only scoffed before straightening up. He walked over to the full-length mirror, undoing his tie and carelessly throwing it to the floor. From the reflection of the mirror, he could see you were now on your knees on the bed, waiting in silence for him and he raised an eyebrow at you as he undid buttons of his shirt after having untucked it from his pants.

“What? I told you, I'm not fucking you tonight.

- Please.

- You have to learn to talk better with me. You can't just get anything you want like that. Besides, it's late.

- I'm sorry, I- I was just insecure. Please, Min, I need you,” he loved seeing you desperate like this and he did want to fuck you, but he also wanted to stand by what he told you.

He didn't bother to undress further before walking back to the bed and your eyes filled with hope.

“I want you on all fours. Take your panties off.”

You almost immediately obliged and your panties were eagerly tossed to the floor before you did as he asked, lifting your silky dress just a little so he could get a good view of your ass and already wet pussy.

“Look how easy it is to be a good girl,” he softly rubbed your ass before giving it a firm spank, making you yelp and bury your face into the pillow to muffle your whines. He lifted your dress further up with both hands. He was slow at doing it and it tickled your skin. He was on the bed too now, just behind you and his thigh was just against yours.

“But you know you still got to do better, right?” He soothed the spot he had just slapped as he kissed your shoulder too before leaning away again and giving more attention to the lower part of your body.

“You can and will be satisfied with my fingers only. You don't need more,” he slid one finger along your folds, spreading your wetness all over your pussy as he found your sensitive clit. You moaned into the pillow in desperation while he roughly rubbed it, his other hand squeezing your ass before spanking it again and easing the pain by stroking the reddening skin.

You were already whining loudly and squirming, trying to get away from his hands to stop yourself from cumming already. He tutted at you and slipped a finger into you to make you stay where you were and a sob escaped your mouth. He curled it to reach your g-spot and you bent your knees a little more to the pleasure before going back to your initial position to bury your face in the pillow again. He was going so fast already and your ass stung due to the slaps he landed on it.

“Min, please,” you tried speaking, but you were so unable to talk properly that your words got stuck in your throat.

“Shh, baby. It's alright. I'll make you cum, don't worry,” he added another finger to add precision to his actions, his free hand snaking down your lower abdomen to find your clit. You shook under his touch and you could feel you were close; you felt as if you were going to pee, which made you sob a little louder. You were completely writhing and Minho savored every second of it, the sounds of your moans and the squelch of his fingers working on your pussy making him smirk and lick his lower lip.

“You close? Gonna be good and cum for me? You can do that, right?”

You moaned loudly in response, he could feel you clench around his fingers and right when you were going to go over the edge, he removed his hands from you, making you cry in frustration and reach for his hand. You were literally so close to orgasming that you figured if you made the slightest move, you'd cum without him even touching you. You heard him laughing behind you and he lowered his head to your aching pussy to blow at your clit, making you fall apart and moan uncontrollably.

“Fuck!” You sobbed as your arms and legs shook, they would soon give in and you'd fall flat on the bed. But, before that could happen, Minho turned you around and your back hit the mattress instead of your chest and you were met with his almost evil smile.

“Aww, look at you. Your makeup’s all smeared, baby,” he wiped your tears with his thumb. “Why are you crying? Not satisfied?”

You weakly wrapped your hands around his arms to pull him closer and he trailed his lips from your cheek to your lips, his tongue occasionally tangling with yours as a hand subtly made its way back to your swollen pussy.

You gasped and your whole body shook when he pinched your clit, making him redirect his kisses to the corner of your lips. You could feel his smile and he pressed his thumb against the sensitive bud, slowly rubbing it.

“Min, ‘m too sensi- ah,” you choked out a moan and your legs closed around his wrist. Nonetheless, he continued what he was doing and he shook his head as he pulled away from you.

“Gonna make sure you sleep after this. You can handle it.

- No, I can't,” your eyes got watery again and he spread your legs forcefully. It was safe to say that his dick was throbbing in his pants, craving you, but his self-control was crazy. He'd just have to go jerk off in the bathroom while thinking back at your tear-stained face, your dripping pussy and at the way you clenched around his fingers. He'd be satisfied with only this.

“You gonna cry again? My baby's too sensitive? Too bad she's been disrespectful with me. Now she has to live with the consequences,” you weren't even listening to what he was saying. One sentence entered by one ear and directly left from the other. You were spasming with every time he'd touch you at a certain spot, then you'd let a moan and a sob escape your mouth as he pinched your nipple through your dress.

“I like seeing you like this,” he captured your lips with his, biting softly on the lower one from time to time. It was fast for your second orgasm to build up and this time he didn't want to ruin it.

“Min!

- I know, I know,” your nails dug into the skin of his arms, probably leaving marks that would leave after a few minutes. He hadn't fingered you, he'd only been abusing your clit the whole time and it felt just as good as anything he could've done to you. In fact, you'd never been crying like this during intimate times.

“I'm gonna… Gonna- ah-

- Go on,” he buried his face into the crook of your neck, putting more pressure on your clit, making you shake and squirm again, but this time you were way louder. Your back arched as much as it could, your chest was pressed hard against his and he guided you through your second (and last) orgasm of the night.

You were a panting mess. He stayed close to you for a few minutes so you could both organize your thoughts in your heads and he left one last kiss on your neck before pulling himself away from you with an apologetic smile.

“I'm sorry I made you mad, baby,” he put a strand of your hair behind your ear and your eyes fluttered closed. “You should go to the bathroom before sleeping, okay? I'll help you take off your makeup.”

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aaagustd · 14 days

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cat and mouse | kim namjoon

title: cat and mouse pairing: kim namjoon x thief!(f)reader genre/rating: smut, pwp; 18+

summary: every weekend you sneak into one of namjoon's parties and attempt to steal his jewelry. sometimes you get caught; sometimes you get away, but you'll always be back for more. wc: 1.1k warnings: g*ns/w**pons, threats of t*rture/m*rder, reader and namjoon are just something else honestly, reader is captured but all acts are consensual, mentions violence, g*n play (whether it's loaded or not is up to you but in my mind it's def loaded), impact play, f*ngering, c*m eating, finger sucking, hair pulling, cl*t stimulation, pet names (pretty doll, doll, etc), name calling/degradation, restraints/handcuffs, sensory deprivation; unedited lol…let me know if i missed something release date: april 14th, 2024; 12:36am note: hi! don't look at me. someone requested this awhile back lol. i hope you like it anon. it's not much since i've been preparing for room for two but i appreciate you for sending in a request. thank you for celebrating with me.💞

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“You’re in trouble now, bitch.”

You can hear the sound of his footsteps before he even enters the room. Even the muffled sound of coming music downstairs doesn’t overpower his aura. Soon the pungent odor of whiskey and decaying molars will be covered by the smell of money, rage, and Chanel.

As you listen to the cackling—nose twisted with disgust—your fingertips explore your cuffs, knowing that nothing man-made is escape proof.

Your lashes push against your blindfold, trying to make out the four silhouettes standing before you. Once you have found your way out of this mess—and you definitely will—your first vendetta is to take them to your dungeon for some much needed dental work.

Every single one of those rotten pieces of shits will be remove and shoved directly up their—

“Give us some privacy.”

His voice tears you out of your plot for revenge.

The room instantly becomes silent, no one daring to speak a word out of turn when it comes to the boss. His dominance needs no introduction as he’s one of the wealthiest and most powerful men to call this city home.

Crossing him is a death sentence. One you’ve managed to escape several times. Tonight will be no different.

“You just can’t keep your hands off of my shit, can you?”

After the room is cleared, he acknowledges your presence and moves closer towards your bound figure. Despite standing for almost an hour with your hands over your head, you show no sign of weakness because you’ve been through worse—much worse.

“I’m starting to think you like getting caught.”

A grin spreads across your face, further testing his patience. “Aw, don’t you miss me, Namjoon?”

“Watch your mouth, pretty doll.”

He grabs you by your jaw, squeezing your cheeks harshly enough to cause a slight discomfort. Still, you laugh in his face unfazed.

“Or what?” you taunt. “Going to rough me up like your brutes did?”

There’s a pause.

“They touched you?”

Namjoon’s body tenses. “I told them not to.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, and I’m sure I wasn’t an easy catch.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he replies. “I’m sorry—”

The sound of metal clinking as you attempt to pick the lock of your cuffs pierces Namjoon’s ears like a knife. The sincerity in his tone fades away as it is replaced with anger, knowing he’s fallen for your lies.

“You little bitch. Are you crazy?”

“Just a tad,” you counter.

He pulls his glock from his waistband and places it directly beneath your jawline.

“Drop it,” he demands, referring to the bobby pin tucked between your fingers.

You allow it to fall to the floor, abandoning this method of escape—but he’s a fool if he thinks you don’t have more up your sleeves.

“Aw, man. You caught me.”

Your sarcasm doesn’t amuse him in the slightest.

“You think I won’t blow your fucking brains out, doll? ‘Cause I will.”

You cackle, throwing your head back and ignoring his threats. Namjoon grabs your hair and reunites the barrel of his gun with your face.

“Does it look like I’m joking?”

You take deep breaths, calming yourself so you can speak. Namjoon keeps a firm grip on you, making sure you can’t squirm away. Little does he know, you wouldn’t dream of moving.

“You aim that any lower and I might make a mess of this expensive ass floor,” you whisper.

You watch the way his head tilts through the fabric as he processes that statement. He ponders over the thought for just a moment, and then lets his curiosity run wild. “Is that so?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“Indeed.”

The weapon slowly travels down your body, making your adrenaline spike as it descends. You know his eyes follow the trail every inch of the way till he reaches your thighs. There, he pauses—allowing you to spread your legs voluntarily before he moves any further.

Your dress starts to rise slightly as Namjoon searches for your center. Upon contact, your back arches—exposing your eagerness to fulfill your twisted fantasy.

“No panties?”

“In this dress? Be for real.”

Namjoon chuckles, making small circles as his weapon touches your clit. The feeling elicits small moans from your lips, and he doesn’t seem to want to keep them at bay.

“Maybe you were just…prepared?”

He smacks your clit so abruptly you don’t even have time to brace yourself. You bite your lip to suppress your scream, but your whimpering is still a lot louder than you intended.

“Or that,” you answer breathlessly.

He spanks your pussy a few more times, leaving you trembling and dripping. Juices run down your thighs and Namjoon collects it on his fingers before having a taste.

You hear him moaning around his fingers, lapping up every drop of your wetness he was able to gather. He goes for seconds, but this time he puts his finger in your mouth—making you taste yourself while he watches you with his dark eyes.

“Nobody should taste that sweet, doll. I should put a bullet in your head right where you stand.”

“Do it.”

“Hm,” he scoffs. “Don’t test me.”

Once again, the steel is in your face while Namjoon’s other hand slips between your thighs. With no warning, he pushes them into your wet crevice, causing you to shriek in surprise.

“Keep playing with…like I won’t blow all your fucking teeth out.”

Thumb pressed against your clit, index and middle fingers deep inside of you—he pleasures your pussy while he spits venom in your ears.

“But I bet you’d like that, huh?” he quizzes. “Twisted little slut.”

“Mm, fuck!”

“Speechless, aren’t we?”

Your eyes roll back when he speeds up. You’re unable to warn him because the pressure building inside of you abruptly bursts, sending you into an intense orgasm.

“That’s it,” Namjoon coos.

He shows no mercy as you wither with sensitivity, draining you of every ounce of strength you have left. You’re spent by the time his fingers slide out of you. You stand there slumped over, struggling to catch your breath.

“Look at what a mess I’ve made of you.”

Namjoon snatches your blindfold off, and exposes your eyes to the piercing bright lights. You turn your head until your vision adjusts, but even through everything you just endured—your focus never strayed away from your ultimate goal.

“There are a million other things you could be doing, doll. This is getting old.”

Namjoon begins to walk away, thinking you’re still restrained. You don’t waste time letting him know he’s dropped the ball yet again.

“Like what?”

You purposefully allow the metal to hit the floor so he can hear it. Namjoon stops in his tracks before looking over his shoulder.

“Come with me. You’ll find out.”

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gatitties · 21 days

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hello so can you do a reader who It's like really, really spicy food.At the point where it's really concerning. You know that restaurant where you have to sign a waiver because the food is spicy? I'm eating like it's nothing.

can it be strawhats, heart and kidd pirates?

thank you

─Strawhats, Heart Pirates, Kid Pirates x reader

─Summary: why it's spicy?

─Warnings: none

─ No one really questions your desire to make your taste buds burn, although some of them can't stand spicy food, sometimes they try your favorite foods just to see how much they can handle it.

─ Chopper and Jinbe are definitely not in that boat, the doctor can't stand spicy food because it makes his body overheat and he can't stand the heat either, it's a no-no for him, Jinbe prefers more refreshing things, being a fishman he doesn't like very spicy food although he can tolerate it.

─ Franky and Brook are the ones who can tolerate the most spicy things next to you, although one is a robot and the other a living corpse… you don't consider them real competition.

─ Nami and Robin will prefer to try less spicy things if you offer them, they prefer to watch you win extremely spicy food competitions, it's entertaining for Robin, you can eat things you like and Nami earns money if you win the competition, it's a win-win for all.

─ Usopp and Zoro underestimated you and ended up breathing fire after trying one of your favorite spicy treats, how the hell do you stand the spice? Are you a dragon or something? Usopp really thinks so.

─ Luffy has quite a tolerance for many things, although he is not a big fan of spicy food, he won't mind continuing to steal from your food if he has the opportunity, although if what you are eating is extremely spicy he will reconsider stealing or not.

─ Sanji is your favorite person on the ship, no matter what the food is, be it sweet, salty, sour… he always makes the dish he cooks for you have that spicy touch that you like so much, it doesn't matter if the spiciness doesn't match the food, he will do it and for your palate it will be a culinary marvel.

─ It's not bread so Law doesn't really care that you like making your mouth burn from eating that kind of stuff, as long as you don't hurt your mouth or stomatch, then if necessary he will cut you into pieces so you don't eat.

─ A little curious about your tolerance for spiciness, he will do some tests to see your limits and compare them with Bepo, the poor polar bear does not tolerate spiciness in the slightest, he doesn't even like to be near you when it's time to eat because just looking at your plate makes his eyes burn.

─ However, whenever it's his turn to go shopping and he sees a new spicy snack, Bepo will get it for you because he knows how much you like it.

─ They don't always let you in with spicy condiments to season your dishes because Ikkaku almost made everyone spit fire once by making a mistake and making all portions of food extra spicy.

─ Jean Bart your only real one, he will be the only one who accompanies you and has endurance competitions with you because the others don't dare, Shachi and Penguin tried it once but they ended up with their eyes and lips as if they had been injected with botox very badly.

─ And speaking of these two devils… they will encourage you to try super spicy things, like if they see a food stand on a random island that claims to sell the spiciest hot dogs and they pay for you to eat to see how spicy they are.

─ Probably the crew that best adapts to your taste for spicy, not because they especially like it too, but because they don't give a shit what you put in the kitchen, as long as it's edible.

─ This doesn't mean that everyone will eat that spicy food that you helped prepare, but they will be more tolerable, the positive side is that if they don't like the dish you prepare you will have more portions of food for yourself.

─ Heat your favorite boy, you are the perfect couple for meals, he can handle all kinds of spice perfectly, this boy breathes fire and is a great competitor for you.

─ Unlike Wire, he likes spicy food, but he is not so good at tolerating it, he will accompany you two when you go to eat in case the situation gets complicated (you love spicy food, but you are not made of steel, sometimes you need an emergency exit)

─ Killer at this point thinks that your taste buds don't exist due to the amount of spicy food you eat daily, seriously, he cares about your health, you need to eat other types of things or your taste will become obsolete.

─ On the other side is Kid, who encourages you to try all kinds of spicy garbage he finds out there, so don't be surprised if he ever asks you to open your mouth so he can spray you with pepper spray, this isn't the worst idea that he has had.

#op #one piece #one piece x reader #reader insert #strawhats #heart pirates #kid piriates #strawhats x reader #heart pirates x reader #kid pirates x reader #headcanons #op headcanons #sfw #request #x reader

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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through the current | b. katsuki

★ tags ; angst, pre-relationship, gn!reader, one-sided arguing lol.

★ wc ; 1k (???)

★ a/n ; this wasnt supposed to be long at all rip.

★ synopsis ; you get into an accident trying to protect bakugou and he doesn't take it well.

It rips through him like a torrent.

Katsuki slams the door behind him but you've managed to enter the room with him. He can't turn to face you, can't move. It's like walking through quicksand, feet trudging through the floor that's trying to swallow him up.

And he can't breathe. Can't do anything except tremble with some emotion that's shaking his heart up like a soda can. He feels like he's going to spill over if you say anything, but he knows you didn't just join him to sit and stand there stupidly.

Your voice is the same. Mellow. Softened. Concerned. For a minute, Katsuki wishes you would never talk again.

He almost lost you and everything else feels like white noise. Almost is a familiar word. It lingers bitterly on his tongue. Almost the successor. Almost number one. Almost dead. He hates almosts.

"Katsuki."

"Don't," he warns, fearful of what he'll say next. He doesn't know what he's stopping but he knows he wants to stop it "Don't you fucking dare."

For a moment it's completely still. Unnervingly, like you're using all of your efforts to make sure nothing happens. The whole room feels like it might collapse if it's distured, but you talk one more time. Touch the raw nerve that shows itself to you, like a bloomed flower.

"Katsuki," You repeat again, a little gentler than the last.

"I fucking hate you," His voice shakes. It doesn't do much else other than that, hoarse in how he speaks. Everything he's ever thought comes breaking through and he turns to face you "I hate you so fucking much, I—"

His head is spinning. Nothing makes sense and he doesn't even know where the words are coming from. He's buried it all so deep that he doesn't know them.

"I hate everything about you. I hate the way you fucking talk to me all soft. I hate your fucking stupid, half-assed ideas and your shitty late night texts," He points at you accusingly "I hate when you fucking call me."

"It pisses me off so much, you're so damn insufferable. That damn hag always asks me about you. What the hell am I supposed to say?"

He's too afraid to look at your face. If he knows you at all, you're looking right through him and he hates that part of you too.

"All you ever do is show up and parade yourself around in my goddamn life even when I don't ask. Always inserting yourself into my shit like you belong there."

He inches closer and closer to the very thing he's wanted to swallow, like it's waiting to shoot out of his throat. Everything he's saying is the aftermath. Like poking a straw through a lid where everything comes out around.

He can feel it all coming in at once.

"And you're always so—so fucking casual. Calling my name and coming over and asking me about personal shit. Who the fuck even are you? To show up in my fucking life like you know me? You don't know me so why do you—?"

And then he stumbles. He feels it, all of it. The tears start to slip and the hand that's been holding on has started to weaken.

"Why do you keep getting to know me? Why do you even—I don't get it and I've tried for so long to get it. To figure out whatever the hell motive you have, like someday I'm gonna wake up and it's all gonna be—fuck, like it's all gonna disappear and I hate that it feels like that—I hate that it—"

He breathes deep and wipes the tears off his face, falling to pieces.

"....What the hell are doin' to me? How could you make me feel whatever the hell this and then get yourself into some shit like that, you could've—you could've fucking died and—"

He looks at you. He can't stop looking at you, even if he wants too.

"This shit is my job. I'm supposed to put my life my line everyday, but you're a fucking civilian but you put yourself in front of me like it was nothing and I—shit, what the fuck?"

He's crying again, for god knows what time but this time he can't hold them back, angrily rubbing his eyes. He bites through his lower lip.

He hears your steps before he can see you, and before he can stop you, he feels the warmth of your hand. On his face, your thumb wiping his eyes. He wants to lean into you, but he's so scared to do anything but stand there. The minute he relents is the minute everything else goes with him.

And it's all too much, too sudden, too heavy so he just. Cries and scowls at you. The warmth in your face, bright and adoring and concerned and god—what was he going to do if something happened? On repeat, he thinks over and over that he couldn't stand it.

"Oh, man." You laugh tiredly, lovingly with a soft lilt "I'm sorry. I must've made you anxious, huh?"

"I hate you," He repeats, weaker than the last.

"I didn't mean to make you worry. And there's not an ulterior motive," You say, the other hand going up to cradle his whole face "There's not even any rhyme or reason. I would do it again, a hundred times over, to make sure you were okay."

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're so—"

"Katsuki," You say one more time, leaning forward to brush your nose against his "I do it because I love you. I don't mean to make you anxious."

This time it's all shattered, all broken. His knees give in and he finds himself crushed in the weight of your arms. You hold him all together like always and he wishes the world would disappear. That he could stay just like this without ever having to think about anything else.

"...Don't fucking leave, don't you ever—"

You shush him.

"Promise I won't."

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #writing tag #i love you bakugou

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gnabnahcsgf · 7 months

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"Jealousy"

Pairing : Bada Lee x fem!reader

c/w : explicit smut, penetrative sex (unprotected), G!P, Bada has a very big penis

You were walking down the halls of the justjerk dance academy building when you ran into Howl. "Hey, Y/N!" Howl cheerfully said, while waving at you. "Oh, hey Howl!" you said, waving back. "How are you these days?" Howl asked. You and Howl's conversation went pretty well, until you got a call from, Bada.. "Hey, Y/N." Bada murmured on the other side of the phone. "Hey Bada!" you said, your voice above a whisper. "What are you doing?" Bada asked. "Oh, I'm just talking with Howl." Suddenly, Bada ended the call. You looked down on your phone and texted Bada, asking what happened. "Would you like to get lunch?" Howl asked. "Sure!" You cooed to him, but before he could take another step, he was punched.

You gasped in shock and looked at the person responsible for your injured friend and it was none other than..Bada. You were so angry that you went over to her and slapped her very hard. Bada looked at you, shocked, but then she got angry. "Did you just fucking slap me?" She asked and you got scared. That's because you-" before you could finish my sentence, she gripped you by your neck and pulled you closer to her face. "You're really fucking pissing me off. And if you fucking dare slap me one more fucking time I will kill this piece of a shit that you call your bestfriend."

I looked at her, more scared and you looked down and saw that Howl was unconcious. "Howl.." You called him. Bada let you go and you immediately went to Howl's side. You checked to see if he had hurt his head but the only injury you see was the bruise on his cheek. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Howl.. I wish I could do something to help you in this situation.." You said and caressed his cheek affectionately. "Stop that." Bada suddenly said. You looked up at him, confused. "W-What?" You stuttered. "Stop touching him. I don't like it when you touch other boys."

Bada suddenly pulled your hand, and dragged you to the nearest bathroom stalls. You both stared at each other and admired her features. You leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. You realized what you were doing so you pulled yourself away. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I know you may think that I kissed you to get over Howl but, no. To be completely honest, I don't think I liked Howl like how I used to anymore. Ever since we started hanging out more, I started to develop feelings for you.. And I know you don't feel the same-" before you could finish your sentence, you felt a pair of soft lips on yours and realized those pair of lips were Bada's and that she was kissing you. You kissed her back and wrapped your arms around her neck.

You both parted from the kiss and leaned both of your foreheads together and stared at each other. "When did you start to develop feelings for me?" She asked and you started blushing. "Well remember when I was crying to you about my ex and you were comforting me? Well it made me realise that everytime I needed someone to talk to or needed a shoulder to cry on, you've always been there. I started thinking about you more and I started having dreams about you. And yeah, I guess I figure that out." You said and waited for her response but she didn't say anything. You took your arms off of her neck and took a step back. She suddenly smirked at you and started walking towards you.

Every step she took towards you, you took a step back. You found your back against the wall and she suddenly placed both arms on each side of your head. "What are you doing?" You asked her, nervously. She leaned towards you and placed kisses on your neck. You bit your lip and tried to not let out any weird noises. She stopped kissing you neck and looked at you. She got close to your face, you looked away from her and tried to avoid eye contact but she gripped your chin and made you look at her again. "Let me hear your moans.." Before you could even say no to her, she kissed your sweet spot but this time she did it very hardly.

You left out a soft moan. And to make the situation more worse... You whimpered. She slipped her hand in your shorts and rubbed you through your panties. You moaned softly and she started rubbing harder. "Wait stop, I can't handle it!" You panted out and she just smirked at you. "Oh I'm sure you can, love." She started rubbing you faster and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She ripped your clothes from your body and started leaving rough kisses on your body.

You started squirming and she gripped your hips and held you in place. She took off your panties and started devouring your pussy like some hungry animal eating it's prey. She was licking your pussy with her sharp licks and you had to bite your lip to not let out a scream and well, I guess she didn't liked it so she stopped licking you pussy and looked up at you. "Scream." You shooked your head telling her that you won't.

"Fine then. I guess I'll just fuck the goodness out of you." Before you could even say anything else, she slipped her length inside of you and started thrusting at a rough pace and you covered your mouth with your hand, trying not to let out a moan. "Wait, slow down please.." You begged her but she only laughed at you. "You should have just did what you were told to do, then." She started to fuck you mercilessly and you started feeling a knot forming and just released on her penis without telling her.

"Who the fuck told you that you could cum, you slut?" You smiled at her and said, "Me. Why? You got a problem with that?" She flipped you on your stomach and lifted your hips up and started fucking you from behind but this time, she was way more rougher than before. "Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Talking back to your fucking superior? You really are a fucking brat. Since you talked back to me, I'm going to fucking breed your pussy and fill you up with my cum and you're not gonna stop me, got it?" You nodded your head and she thrusted a few more times and came inside of you. She fucked you for a few more rounds and by the time she was satisfied, you were really sore down there and your pussy was filled with her cum that you were pretty sure that you would be pregnant with her babies. But that didnt sound bad at all.. Right..?

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 1 year

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Batman's Protection

Pairing: Dark Bruce Wayne x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Batman will always protect you, no matter what.

WARNINGS: Stalking; some Violence (not towards reader).

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His eyes are trained on your moving figure, never leaving you out of his sight as carelessly you walk.

It’s getting late, the sun getting down fast as the streets get progressively darker. Gotham is a dangerous city with all sorts of criminals, murderers and creeps just waiting to get their hands on any girl.

But they can’t have you, not on Bruce’s watch. Or saying it correctly, on Batman’s watch. He’ll make sure that you get home well, only leaving once he’s sure that you’re tucked home safely.

Whenever you’re out at night, it’s gonna be a night where Gotham doesn’t have their vigilante’s protection and Bruce doesn’t give a shit about that as long as he’s there to keep any threats away from your fragile self.

You’re too kind, too sweet to be hurt - Bruce will never allow anyone to lay a finger on you. You’re his.

You cross a street and he wastes no time following you, close enough so he can see you but far enough so you don’t catch him.

He squints his eyes as a wobbling figure hurries towards you, grabbing your arm and fighting to push you into an empty alley. Your screams are a stab to his heart and he launches himself at your attacker, violently pulling him away from you.

The man is not capable of fighting him, too drunk to even walk. Pathetic, thinks Bruce as he continues punching the man in the face, bones digging into his knuckles. Red covers his eyes, blurring the view.

How dare that piece of shit touch you?

He deserves to die just for looking in your direction.

If it’s up to Bruce he’d just continue hitting the man even though his hand gets sore, but a small sniffle pulls him away from his violent fantasy.

You are still there, huddled against the wall, eyes full of tears and glued to him.

Shit.

Bruce backs away from the man, leaving him weeping in pain on the floor and wipes his bloody hands on the black cape.

He drags his tongue across his lips as they suddenly feel too dry. Butterflies dance in his stomach as your attention is all on him.

“Hey…you’re safe now.” he says, taking slow steps towards you. You look at him, lips trembling as your arms tighten around you.

You don't move, not even when he gets close enough to touch your face, your skin soft and damp with tears.

“I’ll always protect you.”

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maritotoy · 4 months

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MAUGA X READER

A LITTLE BIT OF MISTAKE pt. 2

Warning: This content is rated 🔞. This might involve sexual relations. Do not read if you are underage.

(Previously)...

You blushed hard but at the same time, your heart started beating faster.

"No. No. No! NO!! YOU ASSHOLE! Don't you fucking dare touch me you perverted bastard!" You yelled, squirming beneath his grasp.

Mauga watched them squirmed, lifting them and smiles as he watched them contently.

(CONTINUATION)...

It's becoming more difficult for you to maintain your sanity with Mauga at your side because the two of you are still stuck within the damaged structure.

He gently lays you back down on the ground where you had previously fallen but this time he kept your arms pinned to your sides with one hand and placed his other over both of your wrists firmly. He looked down at your face, still covered with dirt and dust from the collapsed building. He leaned down close to you and spoke softly in your ear, "...I think we're done here, don't you?"

He suddenly pulls you into a standing position and pins you against the boulder behind you, holding you there by your arms. His face inches closer until you can feel the warmth radiating off of him.

"How about a kiss... to show you that you aren't useless anymore?~" He cooed.

You glared at him, "Not happening. Get off of me."

Your expression became murderous and you began furiously thrashing around against his grip, screaming at him, "If you were able to get out of this trap all this time then what's the hold up! What are you waiting for, huh!? Just kill me already! I know you want to!"

Mauga simply chuckled, staring down at you with those unnerving eyes of his, "Why, little bunny, I'd love to~ I'm just enjoying seeing the light in your eyes disappear~"

he grinned and laughed.

"You sick fuck! You sick piece of shit!! Stop messing with me!!" You screamed at him and struggled against his grip harder. You continued to struggle for quite some time, until Mauga suddenly stops moving and loosened his hold on your wrists,

and his large hands covers your eyes.

You stood there now confused, feeling utterly bewildered as you tried desperately to see what he's doing now. He seemed to be standing right beside you.

Before you could say something Mauga brings his lips to yours and kisses you passionately and passionately in return, making your blood boil.

You stood there in shock.

You try your best to fight back but you can't move.

You can't do anything except stare in darkness helplessly.

Feeling his lips as he kisses you passionately, his huge hand covering your eyes gently.

You don't realize that your eyes are closing until he breaks the kiss to take a breath.

"Wanna see how much longer you can last?" He whispers in your ears, sending shivers down your spine as he puts down his hand and stares at your revealed shock expression.

He kisses your cheek, your nose, your chin, your neck... anywhere he wanted, leaving soft kiss marks wherever he kissed.

You held back moan. Trying your hardest to suppressed them.

He keeps kissing you, his mouth traveling from your lips to your jaw and finally to your shoulder, his warm breath hitting your sensitive skin as he continued to kiss every inch of your skin with no regard to your struggles.

You stood there frozen.

'Wasn't he about to kill me?'

'Why is he so gentle?'

'He's an enemy'

'I cannot...'

'What is he trying to do?'

You tell yourself.

You feel your resistance gradually melting away until you lose any sense of logic left in your brain, just giving in to the passion that filled you and his kisses and touches.

You begin to melt against him, feeling overwhelmed and powerless and hopeless.

You don't even notice that the darkness has completely swallowed you whole until you are completely engulfed by it.

You pretended to stay strong, even though you didn't want to, even though you weren't ready.

You tried your very best to resist his kiss and words that made you feel weak and vulnerable, but it didn't last long before you break in and gave into his pleasured words and kisses.

Even now, as long as you live, you will never forget how hot, lustful, passionate Mauga's kisses were.

Mauga stops kissing you, but you can feel the wetness of his mouth where he kissed you, and you're sure he's licking it up with a satisfied smile on his face.

You feel your face flush bright red as you realize what you have done.

You stared with disbelief at the mess you've created. You've just kissed the monster who tried to kill you. You had no idea how you got yourself into such a predicament and what was worse, you knew exactly what it is that he wants from you, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You couldn't do it. You couldn' t give into him. There is no way you would let someone like him win.

You were determined to keep fighting until the end.

"How dare you!" you spat venomously, pushing Mauga harshly on the chest, causing him to stumble slightly before grabbing you by your shoulders and placing you back up in front of him, pinning you back against the wall again.

You glare up at him, refusing to look away or back down. You hated him, you hated everything about him.

"Be careful! I have two hearts inside of me, remember that. It's quite painful when I have one of them in my possession." He explained with a smirk, leaning down closer to you. "Don't test my patience too much, bunny." He muttered, his voice low and dangerous, "We wouldn't want that, now, would we?"

The two of you were silent. Both glaring and glaring daggers at each other, neither breaking eye contact not until...

You pulled him into a heated, desperate kiss, your teeth biting into his lip roughly.

Mauga groans, pulling away and allowing himself to be lost in the sensation of being with you. He wrapped an arm around your waist possessively and held you tight against him. The feeling of his big fingers pressing tightly against your hips was enough to make your knees quiver involuntarily.

He moved slowly, savouring the taste of your lips. His tongue explored your moist mouth as he deepens the kiss. You moaned in excitement as he licked your bottom lip teasingly, sucking on it gently, teasing you more.

Your hands roamed into his chest, gently touching his cybernetic hearts, loving the feeling as you stroked them with the pads of your fingertips. You felt them beating, almost violently, your fingers crossed to its tribal tattoos as you ran your hands along the edges of them.

As you traced the tattoo on Mauga's chest, he growled in pleasure.

"lo'u alofa," he says breathlessly, looking deeply into your eyes, "you're a temptress." He says with that huge smug look plastered all over his face.

You widened your eyes and now you have regretted what you have officially done.

You pulled away from him with a blush.

"I am going to die if I continue with this..." You whisper in horror You hadn't meant to kiss him like that, you didn't mean to make a fool out of yourself. Your eyes widen even further in horror and embarrassment.

Mauga chuckles, wrapping his arm loosely around your waist and bringing you back into his embrace, pressing his body tighter against yours.

"If your worried about your so-called Overwatch team, then don't worry about much," He mumbled, his lips brushing against your ear. "They ain't here."

"Then why don't you leave already!?" You snapped and pushed against his chest once more.

He smiled, his grin widening as he pressed his chest harder against yours.

"Because this is fun...and you're fun...and I'm so damn hungry." He grins.

You rolled your eyes at him and scoffed, crossing your arms against your chest.

"...You're a pig." You muttered.

Mauga smirks, "And what are you?" He retorted.

You glared at him angrily.

"I hate you."

Mauga just smiles at you.

Suddenly he picks you up bridal style and leaps from the imprisoned structure, shielding you, and the two of you are set free.

You stared in disbelief. You were free? You thought you were going to die! How could you be so stupid!?

"With your immense strength, you might have simply set us free. Why didn't you do that from the start!?" You exclaimed angrily in anger at him, not knowing what else to say, "We would have been free sooner if you just saved us first!"

Mauga just laughs amused at you, putting you back down on the ground, "I did save you. Now you're here."

You glared at him.

"No, you killed me, asshole!" You shouted angrily at him.

"And yet here you stand." Mauga smug triumphantly, pointing a finger at you. "You should thank me."

"Oh, fuck you..."

"Your welcome." He smirks.

Mauga looks around. It was still broad daylight but when the two of you were trapped together it felt like hours had gone by since your kiss. You both looked at one another.

And Mauga, that giant ass pig, smirked widely.

"Your friends aren't here either...that means you're alone." He said smugly.

You narrowed your eyes at him, your cheeks heating up.

"Well, they won't be for long because-" Suddenly, he grabs you by the waist and carries you bridal style,again. "Woah!" You exclaimed in surprise. "Put me down!" You yelled at him.

He smirks as he brings his face inches from yours. "Nope," he smirks.

You huff frustratedly as you roll your eyes.

Mauga together with you ran towards his place, wrapping your arms into his broad neck, praying to God that this man won't let go of you and drag you to his home.

When he reaches his house he drops you off at the door of his room.

"Welcome! ~" He chirped playfully.

You stared coldly at him before turning and walking briskly inside, avoiding him as he laughed heartily at you. Once the door closed behind you, you stood frozen on the spot, your cheeks blushing as heat spread throughout your entire body. That damned man was going to be the death of you.

"afio mai ile fale, alofa!" Mauga called out in a sing song voice as he walked back to his hut. "O le a manaia lenei mea!" He added with a laugh.

You stared with a bit of confusion. You don't speak samoan language, and you don't know that word, but Mauga spoke in it.

What does that word mean? You wondered.

You saw some bandages and some medicinal ointments laid out on a bed next to him, which you assumed belonged to Mauga. And then something else caught your attention: A small vial of clear liquid. You furrowed your brows. What was that? Was it medicine? Some sort of poison? Then beside the bed there was a table on top is a book.

It has Baptiste's picture circled in red, but you weren't able to make sense of it.

Why was there a picture of Baptiste on Mauga's bedside table?

Mauga closed the book, you were staring so much at the iillustration and suddenly he came up behind you, wrapping his large hands tightly around your waist.

Your heart started racing as he brought his head closer to you and placed a feathery light kiss on the nape of your neck.

"Why is Baptiste on your bedside table?", you asked curiously, completely forgetting that he had just kissed you. Mauga grinned at you mischievously.

"Baptiste, a friend who left me after a very bad time," he said darkly, tightening his grip slightly as though warning you to not cross him.

Mauga turned you around swiftly, pressing you forcefully against the wall behind you, his hand resting at the side of your neck. Your breathing became erratic as you stared into his glowing red eyes. Those eyes that reminded you of the blood stained on your arm; those eyes that made you weak. Made you weak because of the power and lust that radiated from them.

You swallowed hard as Mauga leaned down and took a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. His thumb caressed your cheek and he pulled away from you. You breathed heavily as Mauga placed another slow, lingering kiss on your nose, before he rested his forehead against yours and gazed into your beautiful eyes.

"Now I think you're ready to hear my explanation for that horrible kiss earlier."

You blushed hard, remembering how intimate and sexual it had become.

"Please tell me that wasn't actually a confession." You said hesitantly as you lowered your gaze and looked at your feet shyly.

Mauga laughed loudly, pulling you into his embrace, lifting you effortlessly in the air. His smile grew bigger as he carried you down to the bed. He placed you carefully on the mattress, propping himself up right next to you.

"If I am then, you're a terrible liar." He said.

You scowled at him, "I don't get that..." You said with a sour look. Mauga chuckled softly, rubbing your thighs with his thumbs. You shivered as his touch tingled your skin through the thin material of your underwear.

Mauga leaned in slowly. His lips brushed gently against yours as the corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a seductive smirk.

"I never lied when I said I was hungry..." He whispered, kissing you again. His kisses grew rougher, his tongue running along your bottom lip teasingly. Your whole body stiffened.

You tried to push him away but his large fingers held onto your wrists. He moved his head to your neck and began sucking marks into your skin.

"Mauga!" You gasped out between moans. His teeth dug harshly into your shoulder causing you to squirm beneath him.

"Hmm..." He hummed quietly, licking at your jawline as he pulled away. "... I can't! M-my teammates! I-I need to...to help them!" You protested but Mauga didn't listen to you anymore and soon his warm lips were back on yours, trailing over your collarbone, your neck and chest, his breath fanning against your naked flesh. He reached the edge of your panties and slowly lowers them like very slowly. You whimpered in protest but he only chuckled against your skin and continued to pull and peel away your clothes.

"M-mauga!" You whined as you grabbed hold of him, trying to pull him back towards yourself, to try and stop him. But he didn't move an inch and continued to tease your bare stomach. He pulled away from you, his bright, glowing eyes meeting yours.

"Don't worry about the others." He smirked evilly. "They'll be fine without you for awhile." He said before kissing and biting at your skin hungrily once more. His hot breath tickling and teasing as he teased you mercilessly.

"M-Mauga! No!" You begged as you squirmed, wanting desperately to escape.

"Mauga yes." Mauga groaned in pleasure.

"Your killing me... " "Good! I want this." Mauga whispered seductively in your ear, "Keep struggling. Keep fighting." He growled lowly, his deep voice rumbling within your ears. You couldn't help but whimper in excitement, but it soon died down as Mauga kissed you deeply. His tongue moving in sync with his hands, roaming your body with his hands.

"Aah..." You panted as you arched your back. "Mauga... "You cried out as you felt his mouth travel down to your breasts.

You whimpered and bucked your hips to bring him nearer to your entrance.

Mauga smirks and chuckles at your attempt to please him. He stopped what he was doing for a moment to look at you, amusement clearly written across his features.

"Oh yes." He whispers as he starts licking his way down your body, pausing every now and then to nibble at the sensitive skin.

"Hnnghhhh..." You moan and bite your lower lip nervously as goosebumps covered your skin. It felt so good. So right. Like it was meant to happen. It's been so long since you've had sex, or even been touched like this...and you knew it was all worth it.

"Ah~" you gasp as Mauga bites lightly on one of your breasts. You could feel tears forming in the corner of your eyes, and yet you kept looking at him and his eyes, searching for any hint of emotion that would indicate sadness, hurt or anger. Anything. But he remained calm, unaffected by your reactions and merely looked at you expectantly. You sighed sadly as you shook your head lightly.

"This isn't right." You told him as your eyes filled with regret. "I shouldn't have done this."

He looked up at you questioningly. "Done what?" He questioned calmly.

"Let you take advantage of me." You replied as you looked at the ground ashamed.

Mauga chuckled at this, "So you are interested."

Your eyes snapped up to meet his as you felt yourself flush scarlet at the realization. Oh no...

His lips curled into a wicked grin as he pushed you further into the pillows and leaned down and gave a passionate kiss. When he pulled away you stared blankly up at him for a moment, before you quickly sat up.

"No. This is wrong. I cannot do this to my team and you." You argued, feeling guilty.

"You say that, but we both know you will give in to temptation soon enough. And then what shall they do? The others are still out there looking for us." He argued.

"But this is wrong."

"And what if it is?" He challenged you. "Do you deny that our actions speak louder than words?"

You were speechless. How could you answer his question?

"If we keep going forward it may get harder. Difficult!" You reasoned. Mauga laughs loudly with that stupid beaming smile on his face.

"Difficult for whom? We don't see anyone here and they won't notice us, and besides you are already HERE. There is no other choice."

"That doesn't mean I am ready. If something were to happen to the team-"

Mauga licks your neck softly and trails a few gentle kisses down to your breasts. "What is 'wrong' with giving in to passion?" He asked huskily as his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his fingers massaging at the tight, engorged knot. You let out a small gasp of discomfort and pleasure at this erotic assault

"M-Mauga! Stop! This isn't fair to the team! Please...you can't force me-"

"And why would you want to leave anyways? What's to stop you from staying, being exactly as you are now?" Mauga murmured as his fingers started exploring your pussy. Your hands immediately went to his hair and tugged playfully.

"Is it because I'm your enemy, little bunny?" He growls, leaning in close to your ear to nibble on it with his sharp fangs. You bit your lip and turned around slightly so that your back faced him. Mauga grinned to himself as he watched you.

"Or maybe you just like playing dirty and having fun when things go bad." He murmurs, pressing a kiss against the base of your spine before he begins to lick you slowly.

You moaned loudly. You wanted to beg him to stop. To end it. But you found yourself unable to utter any word.

You lay helpless underneath Mauga while he played your body like his personal playground. He was relentless with his ministrations until your body trembled uncontrollably from the exquisite pleasure coursing through you. Mauga grinned victoriously as he saw his prey finally succumb and break.

"E lua fatu e pamu...." He mumbled as he trailed his fingers along your clit to find a place that excited him most. He slipped a finger inside you and stroked you gently.

You cried out, reaching down to grab onto his hand. He smiled to himself and started fucking you hard. Your breathing became erratic as his fingers continued to thrust into you.

His fingers were large and strong, almost too big for you but your entire body seemed to crave his touch. You moaned loudly, clutching at the sheets with your fists.

Mauga watched you eagerly. He enjoyed seeing you writhing under him like that. Every moan, every whimper and gasp he heard was delicious. Even though you were supposed to hate him, Mauga couldn't help but enjoy watching you suffer, and enjoying the sounds of your pleasuring. Pleasure flooded into his veins, making him feel stronger and bolder.

"Mauga..." You pleaded weakly and he felt his dick twitch.

"You can call out my name all you like." Mauga purred before he slid another finger inside you.

You closed your eyes tightly. It took all your strength not to release, to not scream out loud, but you had to remain strong. Mauga knew this.

"Please...please don't stop." You pleaded again.

"Never." Mauga promised softly as he moved faster and faster, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. Your walls clenched around his fingers, pulling and pulling them in and out of you. He loved hearing you scream like that. It made his cock throb painfully. He wanted nothing more than to watch you, to taste you, to make you cum all over his fingers.

He began to pump into you even faster and faster. Faster and faster as you tried to fight him. You needed this. You craved it. Deserved it. Wanted it. And you'd be damned if anything happened to ruin his fun.

You came in an instant. Your body shaking violently, screaming in pure ecstasy. Mauga smirked to himself. You looked absolutely beautiful when you climaxed. The sound of your screams mixed perfectly with the sound of your whimpers and pants escaping your mouth.

"Alofa, we're not finished. Not yet." Mauga breathed harshly as he watched you come undone, moaning incoherently. Mauga couldn't hold back the smug grin. After all, he was the one who had taken you there, so what did it matter that he was the one who was coming?

Mauga pulls his fingers out and grabs you firmly by the hips, pulling you up into him and slamming you down onto his tip. You moaned loudly as he slid his thick member in and out of you, your whole body tensing.

"T-too big!" You cried out, your eyes fluttering closed as he hit your prostate. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Just stay with me...stay with me..." He murmured in between grunts. "You want it just as much as I do." He added before sucking roughly on your breast.

The next minute you were moaning his name and begging for more as he fucked you harder and faster. His movements quickened to match your pace and soon you were gasping out his name repeatedly while his teeth tore at your nipple.

Mauga didn't stop there either. No. Not quite yet. He continued to pounds you fiercely and mercilessly as his tongue and teeth ravaged your body. You moaned and gasped loudly as you felt him push deeper and deeper inside of you. You wanted more, needed mmore

You both lost count how many times it happened. By the time he was finished and you had cried out again and again he pulled out of you completely, rolling off of you so that you were lying flat across the mattress, panting and sweaty from your orgasm, and completely spent.

You lay there, panting heavily, feeling lightheaded from the exertion and the lack of air, as Mauga laid beside you lazily, gazing down at you and grinning evilly like a child who had stolen all the candy from the store without permission.

His face was flushed and you could tell he hadn't stopped smiling since his climax. He was satisfied and very happy about it too.

You could tell by the way his eyes kept darting over your naked body greedily.

"Didn't think you'd last that long." Mauga muttered, still catching his breath. You rolled over to look up at him, trying to catch your breath also.

"I don't usually, but today was different..." You admitted softly.

"Oh? Because of my dick or the fact that we've been making love for a couple hours straight?" He chuckled, wiggling his brows playfully.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and you stammered incoherently as you sat up, turning away from him to try and cool down. You knew he was teasing you but it still made you blush furiously.

Mauga laughed as he watched you fuss in front of him. He crawled over to you and kissed your shoulder tenderly.

"Hey now bunny, I wasn't joking. I really did enjoy myself today." He whispered. You turned back to look at him and smiled.

He was right; he had enjoyed the experience more than he had expected. But the thought of you doing it for the first time made him excited and nervous all at the same time. He wondered how he would react when he got to the point where he couldn't take the anticipation anymore. He wondered how it would affect him if you decided to leave. How disappointed he would feel afterwards and what he would do to convince you to stay.

But that was later. Right now, Mauga had something much better to focus on. Something far better to occupy his attention. He grabbed hold of your wrists to pull them above your head. You yelped in surprise, looking at him wide eyed.

"I was thinking, it wouldn't be so bad if you didn't have those pesky bruises anymore." Mauga said as he lifted your hands above your head and began tracing kisses all along your arms. You shivered at the soft touches and moaned quietly as his lips trailed further downwards.

You forget about the team, you forget about your job, you forget about everything else. All you cared about was his touch and the way his lips were making you feel. Mauga reached between your legs and began massaging you gently, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. You writhed in pleasure beneath him, unable to contain the moan that escaped your lips.

"We'll continue this on our next mission~" He hummed as he slipped out his finger. "Maybe once you are ready I can take you back home, alofa."

He bent down and kissed you passionately. Your whole body tingled pleasantly and you could barely keep yourself upright as you returned his kiss.

Suddenly, your thoughts turned dark and you broke away from Mauga, gasping for air and trying desperately not to gag.

"OMG! My team!"

-End?

#mauga #mauga overwatch #mauga x reader #maugaloa malosi #overwatch #overwatch mauga #overwatch x reader #mauga ho'okano #ow mauga

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scekrex · 9 days

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I just want to preface this by saying I love your work, your stories are wonderful and I have been reading them nonstop since yesterday, thank you so much for making them

Since you are taking request, can I ask for another part of the Overlord!reader storyline, like, maybe part 2 but from reader perspective as his angel explore his new home, him slowly coaxing Adam too get use to him, to find comfort in his touch. OH, and maybe a shot of reader hidden on a balcony just watching as his sweet birdy wander about in his garden, just basking in this little piece of paradise in the depth of Hell

I fucking love Overlord!Reader x Adam, gimme more of that shit I'm addicted. Also I kinda already wrote a part 2 for Overlord!Reader, so I'll make this part 3

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 4

I promise you that I'll be good to you if you promise that you'll try to love me too

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, tooth rotting fluff

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

The way Adam carried himself inside the walls of your mansion was surely nothing but divine, his chin was tilted upwards, his eyes were partly closed and his back was as straight as possible, making him seem even taller. His body language told you with how much pride this man was filled with. And while he appeared so prideful and untouchable, his actions spoke a different language.

In the beginning you had offered him his own room, a thing he had accepted without any hesitation but as the bond between the two of you grew, as you continued to treat his wounds with kindness even though Adam was acting like a huge dickhead - even back then you had known that most of his behavior had been an act, nothing but harsh words that he had spoken to keep you away from him, something that had changed over time. But then, slowly, he started to accept your touch.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” your voice calmed the first man down, that you noticed, his body visibly relaxed under your careful fingers as you took off one of his bandages. You eyed the healing stab wounds critically - they would scar, you had known that ever since you had taken the brunette in, those wounds would leave imperfect scars on Adam’s perfect skin and you could only imagine how much he must have hated the thought of that. “I fucking know,” the brunette mumbled barely audible as he avoided your eyes at all cost, his chin was tilted upwards as he sat on your bed, chest bare, body exposed. And you believed him, because he’d react differently if he wouldn’t know. That was something that filled you with pride - knowing that the first man trusted you enough to let you treat his wounds, saw him in a state as vulnerable as the one he was currently in. You didn’t voice your pride though, you knew Adam would just make a pissy comment about it.

You gently traced the outlines of the healing wound, careful not to hurt the first man and to your surprise he let you. He even closed his eyes for a moment and seemed to genuinely enjoy your touch against his skin, before he harshly pulled back and slapped your hand away a moment later, “Enough.” You decided it would be best for you to not respond to his sudden moodswing, you simply kept your hands to yourself as you rose from your knees and took a step back, “We won’t need to bandage your wounds anymore, darlin’, they have healed incredibly well.” Adam dared to look down on himself, spotting the still healing stabs of the dagger Niffty had rammed into his body countless of times. And while Adam tried to mask his emotions like he always did, a little bit of worry shined through his facade, “They won’t fucking disappear.” It was less of a question and more of a statement, as if he was trying to get himself used to the thought of it. “Well, we could ask-” “Fuck no. There ain’t no fucking way that any demon fuck-up shit is going to touch my damn body, this bitch is divine and it will fucking stay that way.” You simply nodded, it was his choice after all and if you were honest, you understood, If your roles were reversed you’d act the same, that was for sure.

Adam took your silence as his sign to leave the room - or maybe he took it as the sign that told him you were one touching his wounds, whatever it was, the brunette was quick to leave your bedroom and wander through the building, where he went you were never quite sure of, but you trusted him - there was literally no other place for him down here. It was either staying with you or getting killed over and over by angry sinners and while Adam definitely made some reckless decisions from time to time, he wasn’t stupid. Even if it seemed like it sometimes.

You decided for yourself that you needed some fresh air, Adam’s mood swings could weigh quite heavily on you, he didn’t intend on that, you were positive about this. You slowly stepped across your bedroom and made it over to the small balcony that was promising you the view of an amazing garden. Your garden was your treasure, it was probably the most peaceful little place in all seven rings of hell, the most beautiful area a sinner would ever see. So when your eyes watched over your garden in protection, you noticed Adam’s wings gleaming between a couple cherry trees. He had loved your little garden right from the start, once, when you had found him half asleep underneath one of the cherry trees, he had told you that your garden reminded him of Eden, that it gave him a welcome feeling that could be compared to feeling at home. You were sure he didn’t even remember telling you that little detail, he had looked at you with tiny, tired eyes that kept falling shut. But it explained why he spent so much time laying in the grass, why he loved to take a bath in a small lake that was located at the center. You adored the way Adam’s eyes would lit up whenever the two birds that were living in your garden would show their faces.

In amusement you watched as Adam rushed from his current spot to the other side of the garden, then he quickly made his way over to the strawberries. Whenever the first man was spending time in the garden he seemed so carefree to you. Like it lifted a burden from his shoulders that was usually so heavy to carry. You decided that joining him would be a fantastic idea, so you left the balcony and made your way downstairs to join the brunette.

Once you set foot in the garden, Adam was quick to notice you - it seemed as if he noticed everything that was going on there. His eyes watched you skeptically, then he walked over to you, “I still don’t fucking understand how you manage to keep all of that shit alive in a hellhole like that.” The brunette sounded genuinely impressed and that filled you with pride. “TIme and love, my dear, and a little bit of patience of course,” you hummed proudly as you wrapped an arm around his waist. In the first moment the brunette flinched, tried to pull away from your touch, but then he seemed to change his mind because suddenly he was leaning into your touch instead of trying to get it off him. “You know,” you started as you gently guided Adam back to the cherry trees, they provided some shade and given the temperature shade seemed like a good thing. “I’m glad I found you,” Adam huffed at your words as he watched you while you sat down. Your back rested against one of the trees and you patted your thigh to tell Adam he was very welcome to sit down. The brunette hesitated for a good moment, then he sat down in front of you, his back towards you. And just as you were about to complain he leaned back and his head was resting in your lap. That was definitely something that you hadn’t expected, it wasn’t that Adam strictly avoided your touch, he just never initiated body contact this soft before. “Do you give me permission to touch your hair darling?” The question was spoken quietly, you were afraid to scare him away, but a hum in agreement answered your question and blew away the doubts you had.

Your hands gently massaged his scalp, fingers comed through his thick hair as Adam relaxed his muscles and allowed himself to fully drown in the feeling of your touch - it was beyond cute. Despite pushing you away over and over again, you had always managed to get close to him again and it seemed as if Adam was slowly growing tired of pushing you away and denying himself the comfort of your touch. His eyes cracked open a little as he asked, “Does that fucking offer still stand?” You curiously tilted your head a bit as you looked down on him, “Which one?” “Y’know, sharing a room,” he mumbled and turned his head to the side in order to avoid your eyes, one of your hands came up to move his head back into its original position, forcing him to look at you, “Yeah, that offer is still on the table.” A small yet cocky grin appeared on Adam’s lips and all he said before closing his eyes again was a simple, “Good.”

You leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his forehead and the satisfied sounding hum the first man let out at that told you that he was enjoying having you close - no matter what lies his words had tried to tell you, no matter how often he had pushed you away. “Could get fucking used to that,” and his words not only tool you by surprise, no they also made you smile against his soft skin. You placed yet another kiss to his forehead before you responded with the softest voice you had to offer, “I can offer you this,” Adam felt a quick peck on his cheek, “For all of eternity, if it is what you desire.”

The brunette opened his eyes once more as your face pulled away from his, and his beautiful golden eyes met yours, the lighting made them look even more beautiful, “What if I fucking want you?”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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trans-eddie · 9 months

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steve's not a religious man, for all the years he spent being dragged to mass by his parents. but if he was, he'd want to ask god why he let someone like eddie die for this piece of shit town that didn't deserve him.

steve had watched from across the room as dustin handed over eddie's necklace, in tears. as wayne clutched it in his hand and brought it to his lips, like a rosary, eyes closed in prayer; and steve had broken a little.

growing up the way he had, he was no stranger to guilt. guilt was a steady undercurrent, a familiar beast he long learned how to wrangle, to compartmentalize.

but not this.

this guilt is a serpent, rearing its ugly head in his chest and constricting around his lungs until he can't breathe. it makes him uneasy, agitated. like he's filled with an energy he needs to expell.

the same kind that made him pick a fight with jonathan byers.

the same kind that made him crash his car into billy hargrove.

he knows there's something wrong with him, but he's never learned how to handle his emotions; he just does his best for having been a kid who was handed a bat studded full of rusty nails to solve his problems.

but guilt is not a thing you can beat down like some bloodthirsty monster from another dimension, no matter how it eats him.

so steve does what he does, and he swings his fists at the next best thing.

it's some buzzcut, blonde asshole from the local church, the older brother of one of carver's guys. a few years older than steve, even. he's mouthing off, worked up and angry. if steve was more rational, more gracious, he'd give leeway for the man's own grief, his own emotional response to loss and terror. steve's been through enough to know what it's like, to crave control.

but he's feeling neither of those things, and the man is sending specks of spit out of his mouth as he yells about searching the rubble of the town for eddie munson, the murderer, the satanist.

steve's jaw tenses. his hands clench tight, and before he knows what he's doing, he's rounded on him and socked him square on the jaw.

there's a beat where he processes, where he makes the conscious choice whether to step back and assess his actions, or to follow through.

the man snarls at him, and the moment passes. steve takes two fistfuls of his shirt and slams him to the ground, shouting as he goes.

"don't you dare open your mouth about him again, you ungrateful -" he cuts off with a growl, slamming the man forcefully against the earth again. "you'll never know, you'll never fucking know what he did for you! nobody will fucking know, they won't ever know now, they won't-!"

steve stops when he feels warm, wet trails run down his cheeks, tastes the salt on his tongue.

he stumbles back off the man, hands touching his face.

he hasn't been able to cry yet. it hasn't come, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how many times steve played that last look eddie gave him, over and over in his head, thinking about the fact that the next time he saw those eyes, they would be vacant and lifeless.

he could never cry, because he blamed himself, and what right did he have to cry over what was his own fault?

he'd had crying beat out of him at eight years old, when his father was on edge from his mother's nagging, and steve had been upset about something or other.

he'd smacked him, pinched the bridge of his nose, and shaken steve's head until he'd stopped, wide eyed and scared.

"men don't cry," his father had sneered, dragging rough thumbs across steve's eyelids, drying them of the evidence.

steve turns his head up, up, up, now, bare and facing the heavens, where god looks disinterestedly on from, and he screams. he runs his voice hoarse, the sobs tearing violently from him, wracking his body with sorrowful tremors.

his face is wet, and it's too salty to be rain.

he doesn't feel like a man.

not when he'd left eddie behind and run off to play hero, only to watch helplessly as the people he loved were choked by vines.

not when eddie had been left to make the hard choice, the sacrificial play, just to get them the win; and they hadn't even defeated vecna, only bought them all some more time.

he's not a man, but a failure.

somehow, in the midst of this, steve drags himself back home. manages to climb into his bed, and pull out what he'd stuffed underneath.

he sits there, numb fingers clutching a swathe of bloody denim, and he cries.

he cries until there's nothing left, until he feels like his whole body is dried and and empty, a husk curling in on itself.

he fades into sleep, too quickly to catch the reflective, red glint that enters his bedroom as the the sun sets, or to catch the way a figure moves through the shadows, perching at the end of his bed.

he doesn't hear the low rumble of a voice, raspy and trying to whisper.

"I thought I was the animal now," eddie says, sharp teeth flashing. "but you're a regular guard dog, aren't you, harrington?"

his eyes glow in the moonlight as he watches the sleeping figure below him with intensity.

"will you fight everyone that badmouths me, I wonder?" eddie laughs mirthlessly. "your work will be cut out for you."

his eyes travel over steve's full form, pausing with surprise when he catches the vest he's clinging to like a security blanket.

steve doesn't wake to see the winged body take off out of his upper story window.

he does wake, however, and find that the item of clothing he fell asleep with is conspicuously missing; and, even more alarming, what's been left in it's place: his yellow sweater, the one abandoned to the upside down, swallowed up when lover's lake split apart.

the one he never expected to see again, because things don't just come back when they've been lost like that.

except, maybe, he thinks, running over the golden fabric with disbelieving fingertips...maybe, there is a chance that they sometimes do.

#steddie #grief cw #past parental abuse cw #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #st #my writing

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roosterforme · 1 year

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You run into the last person you wanted to see in Annapolis, which leads to you and Bradley fighting over the phone.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing and smut

Length: 4600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"Oww!!" You were trying your best to keep it together as your friend Caleb gave you your first tattoo. But you weren't sure if the location was extra sensitive, or if you were just a gigantic baby, but it was hurting a lot.

"Let's take a little break," he told you, gently wiping your skin before he removed his gloves and went to get you a bottle of water.

You glanced down your body to where your leggings were pulled part way down, revealing a half finished tattoo that was clearly dedicated to Bradley.

Oh my goodness, you'd actually done it. The idea occurred to you when you were first engaged; a hidden tattoo that only he would see. Well, him and your doctors, and perhaps someone who saw you in a bathing suit. But even your bathing suits were probably not skimpy enough to show off the single-line Rooster that was going to be adorning your skin near the left side of your pelvic bone, between your pussy and hip.

"We're almost done," Caleb promised as you drank. "You got five more minutes in you?"

"Yes," you managed to say, watching him wash his hands and grab a new pair of gloves. "It'll be worth it for the surprise wedding gift."

With a laugh, Caleb adjusted your leggings and got to work once more. "I'm pretty sure Bradley is going to freak the fuck out when he sees it. No joke, I would lose my mind if Jess ever did anything like this."

"That's what I'm counting on," you groaned through clenched teeth. You tried to take deep breaths and pretend you were at the beach, taking Tramp for a walk as the needle made you want to cry.

"Nearly done," Caleb mumbled, and now you were biting your finger to keep yourself still. You were panting by the time he finished and wiped you clean one final time. "Here, check it out with the mirror. Looks pretty cool."

You propped yourself up on one elbow and took the mirror from him. You gasped softly as you examined yourself. "I love it! It's perfect! Tiny and cute and just perfect!"

While Caleb taped plastic wrap over the rooster to cover it while it heals, you argued with him over payment.

"It's on the house," he insisted.

"That ridiculous! How much would you normally charge?"

He just laughed and said, "It's dainty, and it was your first time, so I'd charge the shop minimum. But you're going to pay nothing and consider it a wedding gift. Congratulations."

"Thanks," you told him with a hug, only feeling slightly bad that he was insisting you skip payment. "But if I come back for another one, I'm paying full price."

"Sure, whatever you say."

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Bradley was sitting in your car in the driveway. He was already running late, because he missed you so much he could barely function. And because he had stayed in bed too long jerking off to the dirty videos of the two of you. And now your car wouldn't start for him.

"You fucking piece of shit!" he scolded the dashboard. He had moved the seat back as far as it would go, and he could still barely fit. His head was almost touching the roof, and the seatbelt felt like it was smothering him. "I swear this is the smallest car ever made. Can't be safe."

Then he remembered that he promised you he'd treat the car nicely. So through gritted teeth, he gently ran his palm along the steering wheel while he tried one more time to turn the key.

"For some reason she loves you, so will you please be nice to me?"

The car magically started, and he was finally on his way to work. He thought about how much better the Bronco was while he drove, but he didn't dare voice his opinions out loud. It was only Monday, and he needed this thing to be agreeable for at least a few more days.

Bradley knew you were busy. He knew you had spent the entire day Sunday with your parents, but he was still craving even just a phone call from you. He thought about calling you now, but the last thing he wanted to do was be a nuisance this week.

But his phone rang as he pulled into the parking garage, and he scrambled to answer. "Sweetheart!"

"Bradley! I only have a minute," you told him, and he could tell by the amount of background noise that you were already in the conference hall. "Just wanted to check on you and Tramp."

"We're good, Baby Girl. Just miss you."

"Listen, I've got all these dinners and cocktail hours all week, but I'll call you when I can, okay? Text me! I love you!"

Bradley made his way to the classroom and took a seat next to Nat. "How you holding up? I never thought I would see the day when you were a lovesick mess, waiting for your wife to return home."

Bradley grumbled. "Almost wife. And I fucking hate her car. She's so nearly perfect, like literally my ideal woman, but her choice of vehicle honestly makes me question her sanity."

"Of course she's fucking crazy. She's with you."

Being three hours behind you all week made things even more interesting, but when Bradley was fixing himself a bowl of cereal for dinner around 7 on Tuesday, he was surprised to see you were texting him.

I miss you, Roo. We could definitely manage to break this bed together.

Just as he was about to write back and tell you exactly how he'd take care of you and the bed, a few images appeared in the thread. In the first one, you were naked and all wrapped up in the white sheet, your hair a mess and you had that hazy look in your eyes that told him you'd had a few drinks.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned as two more images came through. You knew what that ring on your finger did to him. And you decided to tease him anyway.

The picture of you with your left arm covering your hip, slipping your middle finger inside yourself had him unzipping his shorts. The diamond ring sparkled in the light, and your manicured nails against your pussy looked so pretty.

He called you over facetime immediately, looking through the pictures while he fisted himself.

"Roo," you gasped. Your room was dimly lit, but he could tell you were masturbating. You must have just taken these photos before sending them.

"Baby Girl," he groaned, and you whined in response. God, he loved that sound. Loved it when you were a needy, spoiled princess for him.

"Get me off! Talk to me, Bradley, and get me off!" you demanded, tilting the phone so he could see your pleading face before shifting it to show off the rest of your body.

"You have the prettiest little pussy, Sweetheart. Yes, use your fingers, just like that. Nice and slow. Add a second one to fill you up."

You were moaning louder now, swiping your clit with your thumb.

"Show me your face. Look at me," he told you, gripping himself tight as you guided your phone up to your face. He scolded you whenever you let your eyes drift closed, demanding you look at him while you came.

"Bradley," you gasped, your head tipping back, but your eyes stayed on his as you made all the little noises that he would forever associate with pure sexual bliss.

"Good girl," he told you as you rode your fingers to completion. After a few more pumps of his fist, he had made a bit of a mess in the kitchen for himself to clean up.

You bit your lip and sighed softly. "I miss you. When I get home, can we make another video together where you call me your dirty little slut?"

He just grunted in agreement. "Anytime you want, Sweetheart."

Bradley let you start to doze off as he talked to you, only telling you to hang up and charge your phone before you fell asleep completely.

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Every lecture you attended was fascinating. Every cocktail hour was a great chance to network. And every dinner with your team brought everyone closer together. But you were getting tired of socializing. All you really wanted was to be home with Bradley, eating dinner on his lap and listening to his playlists.

"Everyone ready for tomorrow afternoon?" Bickel asked on Wednesday evening during dinner just off base. "We've got lecture hall 7 starting at 10:00, so we should have plenty of time to run equipment tests."

"Ready," you promised him as the others agreed. You weren't nervous at all, just excited to share your work. The thing you were most worried about was how itchy your tattoo felt now. It was covered up and healing, but you couldn't imagine giving an hour long lecture in your polyester uniform pants successfully at the moment.

At least you had managed to keep it covered with your arm while you and Bradley had your facetime call last night.

You smirked and excused yourself to use the restroom, running your palms over your dress as you wound your way through the restaurant. When your fingers touched your tattoo through the fabric, you actually giggled. You had decided you'd let Bradley find it on his own when you got home on Saturday afternoon. You'd be exhausted from your week by that point, but you still couldn't wait to see what he thought about it.

You were excited for tomorrow's presentation. And on Friday night you'd be out with the Admirals. The Admirals!

You finally turned the last corner, but you weren't looking where you stepped. It was too late as you felt yourself collide with a man, and then you heard a familiar voice as he said your name.

His hands came to rest on your arms, steadying you as you felt a cold, horrible feeling wash through your body.

It was Josh. It was Josh, and he was touching your bare skin, and his face was next to yours.

"Oh, my god," you gasped, trying to pull out of his grip.

"Shit, it is you," he whispered, finally letting go of you as you wrenched yourself away.

You stood just staring at each other as you inched slowly away. Some remote part of your brain recognized that you were safe, you were surrounded by people walking to and from the restrooms. You didn't need Bradley or Jake or Bob. But you still felt clammy and uncomfortable.

"Didn't expect to see you in Annapolis," Josh drawled with a thoroughly disinterested look on his face. "You here to get me kicked off of another base? Get me demoted again?"

"Josh," you whispered, gathering your thoughts. "I'm here to give a presentation."

"I know. I saw your name on the keynote list. I should have been part of that project."

You scoffed. "You should have kept your hands to yourself. And I was never going to choose you, I was always going to keep Sonya."

He laughed bitterly. "Okay, now that much I do not believe. You can say what you want, but I'm not blameless here. You gonna get your huge boyfriend to hit me again, just for fun?"

You pressed your lips together before you said, "Fiancé now, actually."

Josh's gaze dipped down to your hand, but you didn't make the ring any easier for him to see. You didn't even want him looking at it. It was yours.

Then your mind wrapped around his words. "What do you mean? Hit you again?"

"Is he here?" Josh asked, glancing behind you.

"No, he's in San Diego, but if I call him, he'll be on the next flight. What do you mean by hit you again?"

Josh shook his head slowly, and you could see in his eyes how much he hated you now. A chill went through your body, but you didn't move an inch.

"You were there that night, at the bar. I assumed you sent him over to head me off. Him and that blond guy, too."

Your eyes went wider as you pictured Bradley and Jake hauling Josh out the doors of the Hard Deck. Your face must have given you away.

"So you didn't know he punched me in the face then?"

"No," you whispered. Now you were angry at Bradley and Jake, but you were even angrier at Josh for making you remember with vivid clarity the way he had touched you, all while he was standing right in front of you.

"He broke my nose and my ribs. I thought about calling the police. Getting him arrested."

A bitter laugh escaped you as someone nudged past you to get to the ladies' room. "Really? What stopped you? The fact that I would have reciprocated by turning you in for physical and sexual assault? You've got a lot of nerve even talking to me right now, so let's wrap this up. Is there anything else you'd like to say to me?"

Josh eyed you from head to toe, his gaze lingering on your chest for a few seconds before he shook his head. "Just that you weren't worth it. You seemed so fucking easy too. I'd hate to be engaged to you, the way you flirt with other guys like some kind of skank."

"Get the fuck away from me," you said, hating the way your voice shook. "Chelsea told me you did that shit all the time, and I was never even interested in you. You're a pig."

As he got himself in your personal space, you just wanted Bradley. But you forced yourself to hold your ground.

"And you're a bitch," he snapped next to your ear.

You sucked in a breath and swallowed hard as he strode away from you as you muttered, "Fuck you."

When he was out of sight you ducked into the bathroom and locked yourself in a stall. You hated the fact that he could get you so rattled. And you were steaming mad that apparently Bradley and Jake had pulled Josh aside, and everybody neglected to tell you about it.

You needed to get a cab back to your room so you could be alone and call the one person who would tell you the truth.

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Everyone was obsessed with his home gym. It really seemed like the silliest thing for his friends to be envious about, especially since Bradley was always inviting them over to use it. He filled up a huge jug of water and grabbed his speaker before taking Tramp out back with him and heading toward the garage where everyone was already gathered.

"Holy hell," Nat muttered. "No wonder he's out here working out all the time. Look at this one!"

Bradley found Nat, Bob and Jake all huddled around the calendar where it hung on the wall, flipping through the pages.

"That's so pretty. I love how the photographer used the negative space to make a statement," Bob said.

Jake laughed. "I think you're supposed to be noticing her legs."

Bob stuttered. "Well, I...I just would never look at her that way. So let's be respectful."

Nat shrugged. "I am respectfully saying that I can understand why Rooster is so pussy whipped. Look at this!" She was pointing to the November photo with you in black lace, garters and stocking, and Jake let out a low whistle.

"Will you please stop looking?!" Bradley scolded, and Nat let go of the calendar like it had burned her.

"We weren't being crude," she replied with a smirk, but Bradley growled and carefully unclipped the calendar from the wall.

"August is my personal favorite," Jake commented, and of course that was the one Bradley liked because your tit was out.

He eyed them all up. Nat and Jake were both still smirking, and Bob was beat red and looked like he wanted to disappear. "I know she's sexy. I know it's a marvel that I'm with her. I know I am pussy whipped. I know, okay?"

"Just as long as you know," Nat said with a laugh.

Bradley tucked his calendar carefully into a plastic tub of photos from the storage unit before turning on a playlist. "You've all seen more than enough of my future wife. Let's start this damn workout."

Without another word, everyone grabbed some weights and got to work. Bradley was lifting while Bob spotted for him when he heard Jake's phone ring.

"Angel, how are you?" Jake drawled, and Bradley quickly set his barbell in the holder and popped up.

"What's wrong? Did she try to call me?" Bradley asked, walking over to his phone. Nothing.

"Whoa, whoa! Angel, calm down! That's not even what happened!" Jake was getting louder and pacing around.

"What's going on?" Bradley demanded, and he was answered by a hand held up in his face.

Now Bob and Nat were looking concerned as well.

Jake's eyes went wide and darted toward Bradley's, panic stricken. "You saw Josh tonight? In Annapolis?"

"Give me the phone!" Bradley thundered.

Jake just held his hand up again. "Angel, you know how I always have your back? I have Rooster's back too, I promise. Everything was under control that night at the Hard Deck."

"Now!" Bradley added, ready to take it away from Jake.

"He's about to rip my phone out of my hand, so I'm going to give it to him, okay?"

Bradley reached for the phone and juggled it until he had it to his ear. "What is going on?"

"Bradley! I can't believe you punched Josh and never told me! You and Jake both!" you shouted into the phone.

"You saw him tonight?! Where are you?" he shouted back.

"Are you going to tell me what happened when you hit him?" Your voice was near hysterics now, and Bradley knew he needed to calm himself down. He paced the length of the garage while three sets of eyes watched his every movement.

He readjusted Jake's phone against his ear and took a deep breath. "Sweetheart. I need you to tell me where you are and if you're okay."

"I'm in my room! I'm fine!"

Bradley found it was easier to breathe now. "And where did you see Josh? Does he know where your room is?" Bradley was not above calling your parents and telling them what was going on, since they were only an hour away from Annapolis. In fact his free hand was twitching to text them, and buy a ticket to Maryland himself.

"I saw him at dinner. He does not know where my room is. Now tell me why you risked assault charges to punch someone who doesn't fucking matter, Bradley!"

Jake took a step closer, asking, "Do you want me to talk to her?"

Bradley sighed and ran his hand over his face. "Can I put you on speaker, Baby Girl? Nat and Bob are here as well."

"Oh my God! Nat and Bob know about it, too? Am I the only one who doesn't know about this?! Should I call Mav and Penny and ask them?"

Bradley tossed his head back and gestured toward the garage door before he disappeared out into the evening air. He paced down the driveway as he said, "There's nothing to tell, Sweetheart."

You scoffed through the phone. "He said you broke his nose and his ribs, Bradley! Why would you do that? He doesn't matter at all."

"For you!" Bradley growled. "What other reason would I have to do anything except for you?"

"He could have hurt you! He could have called the police!" you wailed. "You could have been in serious trouble."

Bradley's blood was pulsing through his body, and he really wanted to punch out a window when he walked past your car. "He doesn't get to touch you without consequences. That's the bottom line."

"But what about you? You think you're not just as important to me?"

Bradley paced back up the driveway, running his fingers through his hair. "I understand what you're saying, my love. But roughing him up outside the Hard Deck was just a warning. I wasn't going to do too much damage. Even though I really fucking wanted to."

The exasperated noise you made had him almost on his knees. "And what if you got arrested?"

Bradley leaned against your car. "Then you bail me out. I added you to all my bank accounts already. You can use it for that."

"I'm not joking right now, Bradley."

"Neither am I! I'm not joking about the fact that all my money is yours. I'm not joking about the fact that I would fund my own bail money to defend you a million times over. And I'm not joking about the fact that I would have done a lot worse to Josh if left unchecked. So if you want to be mad at someone, you can continue to be mad at me, but I promise you that Jake was there the whole time. And he would have pulled me off of him if necessary. That's the kind of shit that Jake and I would do for each other."

Now you were actively crying, and Bradley didn't know what to say. He realized there was probably nothing that would make you feel better at this moment, so he went ahead and added, "I'm not going to apologize for what I did. And I don't feel bad about it. And I fucking hate that you saw that prick tonight. This is supposed to be your special week that you worked so hard for!"

He wasn't helping anything at the moment, but he couldn't stop himself as he punched the top of your car. "Baby Girl, I love you, and it's my job to protect you. Please try to understand where I'm coming from here."

You sniffed hard before saying, "Please let me talk to Jake."

Bradley heaved a deep sigh and headed back into the garage. "Okay. Here's Jake."

Bradley watched him take back his phone and head outside. "Angel, I promise you that I was with him the whole time......."

Every cell in his body wanted to know what you and Jake were talking about, but Bradley forced himself to sit down on the weight bench instead.

"Here, use this for a bit," Bob said, handing a twenty pound dumbbell to him. "Keep your mind occupied."

"She's probably just upset that she ran into Josh, and everyone else seems to know you got physical with him except for her," Nat told Bradley, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "She just needs to blow off some steam to Jake, so let him take care of it. In the meantime, I'm going to order some pizzas."

Bradley let Bob count his reps while he listened to Nat order one pizza with pepperoni and one with mushrooms. He suddenly just missed you so much. He should have taken a few days off and joined you in Annapolis to attend your lecture. He'd love to see the look on Josh's face if he tried to talk to you with Bradley standing behind you.

When Jake finally came back into the garage, tucking his phone into his pocket, he just sighed and stared at Bradley for a moment.

"Well? What did you talk about?" Bradley rasped, handing the dumbbell back to Bob.

Jake just kind of shrugged. "A lot of it was personal, so I'm not going to tell you, but I explained to her very calmly that she needs to get over it. I told her that I am completely taking your side this time, and that it was important for you to assert your dominance in this particular scenario."

Bradley grunted and stood, pulling Jake into a brief hug. "She likes you. She'll listen to you."

Jake nodded. "I told her to take an hour to think about things from your point of view and calm down. Then she's allowed to call you back, but she needs to be done being upset."

Bradley gaped at Jake, and a startled laugh escaped him. "And she's going to actually do that?"

"She better, or I told her I will be very disappointed in her."

"Shit," Bradley muttered, so impressed by Jake Seresin that he wasn't sure what had become of his life.

"Pizza's here. Let's go inside," Nat said, guiding everyone toward the house.

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Jake was probably right. You were in shock from seeing Josh again, and you needed to think through what happened at the Hard Deck before you talked to Bradley again. You had stripped off all of your clothes, too hot and uncomfortable, before flopping down on the bed.

Thankfully Jake had taken the time to walk you through everything. He told you that Josh looked like he was going to try to approach you, but there was no way Bradley, Jake or anyone else in that bar would allow that to happen. Jake also promised you that Bradley was very calm the entire time, and the only reason he hit Josh was because he started bad mouthing you.

And especially based on what Josh said to you at the restaurant, you tended to believe Jake. The man had the nerve to call you a skank! As if you had done anything to wrong Bradley!

Oh Bradley. You had yelled at him on the phone. And he'd been the one to keep this information from you for months to try to spare your feelings. He just wanted to protect you and keep you safe. And really, maybe Josh deserved that broken nose and the broken ribs.

Okay, now you were thinking about Bradley fighting for your honor, and a shot of adrenaline coursed through your body. You ran your fingers along your healing tattoo and you reached for your phone.

After one ring, you heard Bradley's voice. "Sweetheart."

You let his raspy voice wash over you. He was always going to keep you safe. "I love you, Roo. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was so flustered from tonight and then I was embarrassed. And you know you could have told me you hit him, right? I'm not fragile, Bradley."

"Oh, Baby Girl. You're not. You're so strong. I just didn't want you to have to keep dealing with this shit when I was more than happy to take over for you. You do the same thing for me sometimes. Like when you make fancy dinners for Goose and Carole just when I'm on the brink of collapse, because I don't think there's a good way to keep their memory alive."

"Okay. That makes sense." Jake was right. You just needed to take some time to think about things. "It's like sharing the burden with someone who can help in a different way."

"Yes," he replied, and you could tell he was smiling. "Exactly like that. And also, fuck you Jake," Bradley said, his voice raised so that you could tell he was yelling through the house.

You started laughing along with Bradley. "Don't get upset with Jake. He's kind of sweet, actually. He helped me process this."

"I love you, Baby Girl. But it's so late there, and you have a big day tomorrow. Are you okay?"

You took a deep breath as you sat up in the tiny bed. Your eyes dipped again to your tattoo. "Yeah, I'm okay, Roo. Thanks for always trying to protect me."

"Will you call me as soon as you can tomorrow? I want to hear everything about your presentation."

"I will."

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Ugh, Josh..... she needs to finish up in Annapolis and get home. At least the tattoo is complete!

PART 9

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