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xyziiix · 10 months

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𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘈 𝘊𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘋 ~ 𝘑.𝘗 & 𝘚.𝘙

PAIRINGS: Captain John Price X Female!Reader X Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

WARNINGS: SMUT - this is pure porn u guys - MMF threesome, unprotected P in V (wrap it please for the love of god) spanking, ROUGH GHOST, Price being an arsehole, being fucked over a desk, Eiffel Tower 😏, oral (m!receiving), creampie, kinda degrading.

A/N: I heard your pleas you little horndogs. You ask and you shall receive. (Sorry it’s a lil rushed and — surprise surprise, not proof read yet)

[could be read as a part 2 to ARDOUR, could also be read by itself)

It was Price that had noticed it first.

Of course he had. He was regardful. Observant.

He noticed it first a few days after you’d returned to base from Urizakstan. The way the Lieutenant’s eyes would linger on you when you were talking or just suddenly appeared — breathing life into the room, as you usually did. And it wasn’t just in a way one would be respectably paying attention to someone whilst they were speaking or doing something to gather their attention — No. it was the way his eyes — ones that always seemed devoid of emotion — would follow your body when you moved around, would watch you like a predator stalking it’s prey. Price recognised the look in his eyes.

Because that’s how he also looked at you.

While the situation you and Price were in was… delicate — and would definitely rouse misplaced reactions by the people in your place of work — he thought the idea of another man looking at you the way Ghost did would’ve angered him. Made him jealous. Irrational.

But for some reason it didn’t irk him as he thought it would.

And it wasn’t long after that he figured out Simon knew about you two. Perhaps the way Ghost seemed to be more observant and more silent than usual when the two of you were normally interacting with each other in front of the task force — keeping it strictly professional while you weren’t in the privacy with only each other. So that’s how Price figured he knew. Why would he be acting odd — even more than usual — about the two of you simply talking in the same room as everyone? It was like he knew a secret, a dirty secret.

Turns out he did.

In that battered down, sad excuse of a safe house in the Urzikstan dessert, it turns out not everyone was asleep that night while your Captain decided to fuck you.

You two had hidden it well — he’d give you both credit for that — so it was safe to say it had genuinely surprised him when he saw the sight in front of him that night. He was careful. Quiet. Like a ghost. Sticking to the shadows and moving silently — which was very surprising considering the Lieutenant’s looming height.

He had heard the noises — your noises — and it was obvious they were trying to be muffled. At first, he’d immediately thought of danger, that’s why he had been cautious to approach instead of just bursting into the room.

He remembers the feeling of his chest tightening in realisation when he saw what he saw. Price’s back was to Ghost — laying on his side on the ground. He couldn’t get a good look at your face, but he could see the glow of perspiration from the moonlight shining through the thin glass pane window and onto the dewy skin of your bare leg draped over Price’s thigh. Even just the silver of soft skin and the sound of your singing being trapped into the Captain’s palm had Simon hard, his pants tightening in his groin area — other than that he remained completely silent, even his breathing seemed nonexistent as he just watched the two of you. He didn’t even touch himself either, just watched. Like he thought if he looked away for a moment then the image of you like this would be gone.

But now it had been burned into his memory. The sounds you made. The soft and supple flesh of your thigh. And even the way your dainty hand had grabbed onto Price’s arm when he made you come. He wondered if you’d make those noises for him — except he wouldn’t muffle them with his palm. No. He’d want you to let everything out, every scream, every cry, every wanton moan while he fucked you dumb with his cock.

Price had brought up his observation of the Lieutenant one night a few weeks later. Both of you basking in the afterglow of sex in your rooms in the barracks.

“Simon.” He started simply, and you had turned to look at him quizzically.

“What about him?”

“Think he knows.”

Somewhere between then and now, you had discussed the possibility of this. To say you were very surprised when Price was the one that suggested Simon fucking you was an understatement. It wasn’t that Price wanted to be sexual with Ghost — as sexy as that would’ve been to see — he liked the idea of watching him fuck you. He couldn’t explain why, but just something that had been brewing in the back of his mind.

You had told Price that he wouldn’t have wanted that — that he was a closed off person who was hard to read, how could John have possibly conjured up that assumption that Simon was attracted to you?

Well, your captain always liked proving you wrong.

Because here you were, bent over the expanse of John’s desk — the desk you’d already had the pleasant experience of being bent over, laid atop of, and sat underneath while you sucked his cock as he sat in the desk chair — only this time it was infact, Lieutenant Simon Riley plowing into you with his intimidatingly large cock.

His grip on your hips was borderline painful — but it hurt so good. You worried he may make the desk topple over with how hard he was thrusting into you. You’d never been this stretched open before — feeling the too much, too full feeling of his dick inside of you, the blunt head of his length kissing the plug of your cervix with each steady but strong buck of his hips.

The masked man’s gaze was set of the globes of your arse, how the flesh rippled when his hips met yours, how every time it did so he got a glimpse of your little puckered hole — fuck, he wanted to fuck you there as well. But, he didn’t want to push his luck just yet. The only noises to be heard in Price’s office was skin meeting skin, the sound of your small cries and whimpers of ecstasy. You tried to stay quiet, you really did, but it was rather pathetic — your moans eventually interjecting through the room.

That’s when Price had changed his mind about just watching you. He had been painfully hard the last 15 minutes from having watched you already come on Ghost’s cock, your eyes glassy and lips red raw from biting them as you gripped onto the table for dear life. You didn’t even register him standing in front of you until you heard the sound of metal teeth being zipped open as well as the buckle of his belt.

“Gotta keep you quiet, love.” He excused with a chuckle while sliding his cock between your lips.

You really did have to keep quiet. And though the door was locked anyone walking by would’ve heard you — being fucked by your lieutenant while your captain watched.

You tried to focus on hollowing your cheeks around John’s cock. But you were utterly cock drunk, already feeling another powerful orgasm building in the pit of you abdomen while Simon continued to fuck you. Price had obviously noticed you struggling — as the bastard seemed to notice everything, he’d smugly remind you — so he had gathered your hair, using it to lift your head up as he started to fervently fuck your throat.

If you thought you felt impossibly full then you were beyond stuffed now, your jaw slack as John fucked your face and your pussy stretched almost painfully wide around Simon’s cock.

Ghost let out a prolonged, raspy breath when he felt you squeezing his dick in a vice. And in return, one of his hands left your hips in order to collect both your wrists with his single, calloused palm, pining them to your lower back as he fucked you impossibly harder, his pace quickening a little. His other palm landing a smack to your sore asscheeks — a crack of palm meeting flesh sounding in the office.

“Look at you, eh?” Price spoke, his tone annoyingly steady despite your mouth gliding up and down his cock. “Being fucked by your superiors. What would everyone make of you?” He asked with a gruff chuckle — and obviously you couldn’t answer.

About several moments later you felt yourself tumbling into another fierce climax, all but crying around John’s cock as your abused cunt squeezed Simon pitifully — which rewarded you with another slap to your rear, the skin red raw.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Simon grunted lowly — that adding to the short list of words he’d actually spoken this whole time.

Your arse hurt, your wrists hurt, your jaw hurt — your fucking pussy hurt — but you didn’t want it to stop, ever.

John pulled his cock out of your mouth, his dick coated in a mix of saliva and precum. His hand still buried in your hair — keeping your head up. Your neck hurt as well.

“Such a good girl.” Price praised as he bent his knees a little to see your face better, a smug smile curling his lips at the tears staining your flushed cheeks. “He makin’ you feel good?” He asks, there’s an edge to his voice.

The Lieutenant — being so full of surprises tonight — pushes his hand under you. The rough pad of his thumb cruelly flicking your clit. Your body seizing forward, a sharp cry escaping your lips while Simon still held your wrists pinned behind you.

When your eyes had widened at the overstimulating sensation, John had mirror your expression — but mockingly. “You like being used like this don’t you?”

You could only moan in response — unable to form a coherent thought let alone sentence.

Price tapped your cheek, your eyes focusing back on his smug face. “Asked you a question, love.” He reminded you. Arsehole.

“Yeah-“ you managed to babble out, your words shaking in tandem with your body, John’s smile curled into a Cheshire Cat grin — his goatee lifting.

“Yeah, you do.” He repeated.

Neither men had lasted much long after that. Price had gone back to fucking your face while Simon was relentlessly pounding into you. Your third orgasm was — quite literally — breath taking, it felt like your skin was on fire, yet numb at the same time. You definitely couldn’t feel your legs. Ghost came first, burying himself all the way to the hilt before spilling hot ropes of come inside of you with a groan — so much that it leaked out of you in a dribble of pearly white, you had let out a pathetic whine when he pulled out — the empty feeling had you quivering around nothing.

Price came a few moments later, filling your mouth with his salty spend before you swallowed it all. It tickled your raw throat.

Ghost had left soon after, not that he was ignorant in checking up on you, but because he knew that wasn’t his place to do so — not yet anyway. He had helped you up from the desk though, soothing his hands up and down your waist before Price took over. He had shared a look with you — his eyes saying everything his mouth wouldn’t.

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arabaka · 10 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CONTENT WARNINGS: CANON? WHAT 'DAT? SHE/HER PRONOUNS USED. READER IS AN EXOTIC DANCER. READER WEARS MASCARA. UNPROTECTED SEX. ANAL (AND MINOR DEPICTION OF PAIN FROM IT). SPANKING. SPIT ROASTING. GETO'S A JERK. GOJO'S GOT MONEY.

PET NAMES USED: LITTLE THING (NOT REFLECTIVE OF BODY TYPE, USED AS DEGRADATION), BABY, SWEETS, BEAUTIFUL. ゜・。.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ WORD COUNT: 3.4K. ゜・。.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wanna emphasize first that not all exotic dancers have sex for pay and it's common for clubs to forbid it so PLEASE read this as just silly smut and not as a reference for the REAL heroes (jokes aside, exotic workers deserve respect and MONEY!!!) ゜・。.

“Hey, where is she?”

“With a client. Dunno when she’ll be done. The guy she walked with looked like he had money to spend. Might keep her dancing for ours.” At this the manager chuckles, thumb in his pocket smoothing over a fresh stack of bills from another dancer: his cut, of course.

“Cool, thanks.” He says with a knowing sneer; he’ll make up for your dues. He always does.

Women clamor for the john’s attention the second he pivots on his heel to make a beeline for the hall of neverending private rooms but he doesn’t pay them any mind; his trademark glasses, black and circled are low enough for the dancers to see that he has no interest in paying for their attention.

Yours, however… Seems to just get more and more expensive. Your rate’s stayed the same, it’s him that empties his pocket for you every time. Call it an addiction and he’ll fess up to it. Unashamedly even. “She takes care of me.” Is an excuse he often doles out, to anyone privy to his lascivious, proliferating habit.

But he should have watched his tongue more, guarded you more, because he’s run his mouth to the wrong people– well, the wrong person.

His best friend. Geto Suguru.

And Gojo Satoru just knows it’ll be his face he sees when the curtains are split. Prepares for it even, his fist already balled up with his knuckles drained of any color.

They share everything. Everything but you, and that’s by design. Gojo, he’s… Fond of you. Too fond for the relationship you two share.

He treks down the hall, pace methodically slowing down the closer he gets. No, the rooms aren’t notated by dancer; that’d be stupid. No, because Gojo doesn’t need signage to know where you are. He can track you as well as any sniffer dog, infinitely better when he uses his genetic abilities for sin rather than any selfless endeavors.

When he finally gets to the right room, velvet curtains glowing under the low light, he hesitates. The others may not hear your stifled moans, struggled breaths you’re so good at masking but you know as well as him: you can’t hide from Gojo Satoru.

So when the cloak of privacy is ripped away, it doesn’t surprise Gojo to see you in your preferred position- seated on a Geto’s fat cock, your knees pushed up to the ceiling with your feet bouncing haphazardly to the raven-haired sorcerer’s rhythm, which is anything but kind and intimate. He fucks you like he feels nothing for you and that’s because he does– you knew as well as Geto that this was nothing more than a paid relationship, and one built on a sickening revenge play.

Those pretty eyelashes of yours part, eyes shiny with diamond tears, when you hear the familiar slide of the curtains and you should be worried, should be on edge of someone catching you (after all, having sex with a paying customer is not in your job description) but when you see it’s Gojo, there isn’t much you can do.

Especially not when Geto seems to cut through the tension like it isn’t even there, pumping your cunt full of his cock until fluids spittle and splash from the velocity. He’s so much thicker than Gojo, foreskin so packed it really does feel like he’s making a new home for himself inches into your pussy, your walls spasming around him when the bulbous tip of his member seems to bump and grind against your most sensitive collection of nerves.

You whimper and whine but Geto doesn’t miss a beat, swollen balls beating into your folds, squelches and the stench of sex undeniable even as Gojo stands by the entrance still.

His nostrils flare. His breath quickens. His chest tightens. His pants, so fitting before, now feel like a prison for the budding erection you are certainly nursing without even touching him.

“Gotta say, Satoru – hngh – you picked a good one. She’s an obedient little thing isn’t she?” Geto grunts out, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he keeps your pussy and ass on full display for his friend to see. Geto wants him to see you plugged up with no room for anything else– anyone else.

“Sa– Sa— Sator–uu—uu– ah, ah, right there, right there, sir.” You started off so innocent, bottom lip jutted out and puffy from kissing Geto all night, but your voice is immediately corrupted and on purpose as Geto mercilessly spears you on his cock, bottoming out every thrust and stretching your cunt to its limits.

“I got her all night.” Geto says with a growl in between, your hot and gummy walls squeezing the base of his shaft so tight his vision blurs for a moment.

But Gojo seems to ignore Geto’s prodding, his attempts at getting a rise out of the man with irises that seem to never leave yours. Gojo drinks in your expression, lets the way your eyes seem to gravitate towards the back of your skull, your legs shaking not just from the degrading position Geto’s cramped you in but from the waves of pleasure to start with, drown the annoyance of finding you with his friend.

After all, you aren’t his… Even if he pays you like you are.

“Aw,” Gojo coos, zeroing in on his fucked dumb benefactor as he starts a path towards you, “Cryin’ just all over, aren’t you?” His tone is sickly sweet, with a twinge of something dark hanging just off his words. “Pretty baby probably can’t even see straight, huh?”

He looks for an answer. You can’t give him any. Your tongue won’t let anything roll off its drool ridden muscle but the sweet, sweet sounds of debauchery.

So he makes you, Gojo’s spine curving towards you as he grips your chin forcefully, makes you keep your eyes on him. Makes you fess up.

“Mmhmf– mmhmm—” He wants a response but with your cheeks hallowed by his finger and thumb’s pinching, all you can muster are muffled groans from Geto’s quickening pace, his brutal assault on your trembling pussy as he dares to carve his name deep inside you.

Gojo playfully pats your cheek just then, his hand falling from you entirely, just like the shadowed look over his normally jovial attitude. He starts on his belt, metal clanking away with the noise quickly forgotten to your moans and the club’s blistering beats.

He doesn’t miss Geto’s furrowed brows in irritation as he does so. Nor does he care.

Because he saw you first. He found you first.

So he’s going to remind you why he’s the best. With or without Geto.

“You don’t think she needs something more?” Gojo croons, overconfident in his talents as he starts to go pap, pap, pap with his cock over your distended tummy, taking note of where Geto’s cock starts and ends by the look of his bulge outlining your skin.

You squirm, belly overstimulated with Gojo’s patting and Geto’s cock no doubt ravaging your guts. You try to keep your eyes on Gojo but you’re losing control, of yourself and of the situation. But you give in all the same, pussy quivering and spilling your juices until they’re dripping down Geto’s sac. “Y-Yes, yes.” You’re finally able to sing, lips still trembling when you beg, “P-Please, wan’ both of you.”

You don’t know what you’re asking for. Hell, you don’t know the two men’s relationship with one another. It’s not like either have divulged to you the extent of their history; you’ve only been left to assume ever since Gojo stepped in, and that’s been minimal because well…

Your whole body is screaming for Geto to take you over the edge, bring to you a nirvana that’s all his own. But you won’t oppose Gojo’s own entrance to your pleasure, now his cock completely out and dragging the reddened tip over your lips until they’re glossed with his pre-cum. You instinctively lick it away, only for Gojo to praise you with–

“Good girl. That’s my girl.” Gojo seems to say louder than usual, “Gonna cum over his cock? Gonna let go? Let go for me, baby. Wanna see you cum.”

“S-Satoru–”

Geto bites your ear just then, canines digging into the conch of your ear with little care for the yelp that shoots out your throat. “Who’s fucking you right now, huh? Who’s pounding this wet and sloppy pussy? Forget Satoru. Say my name or you’re not cumming.”

And you really can’t be sure who is the reason for the pleasure that overtakes you just then, from the top of your head to the curl your toes take as Geto fucks you through your orgasm. It could’ve been anything.

It could’ve been everything.

“That’s it, pet.” Geto hushes your babbling, a stark contrast to the rhythm at which his cock penetrates your weeping pussy. He’s fucking you like you’re a toy to him.

And he spills his cum into you, forsaking a condom because– “That’s not how Satoru fucks you.”

So when Geto pulls out, the opaque globs of his release start to trickle out, your hole absolutely stuffed full of the stuff that it overflows, running down in rivets from your thighs to your ass.

Your legs start feeling like they’re running on pins and needles, your whole body suddenly realizing the tight, unbearable full nelson position Geto fucked you in for… You can’t even track the time.

But if you thought you were getting a reprieve, you were solely mistaken.

Geto still cradling you in the obscene position, Gojo leans forward, on the side his own face currently rests and murmurs, “How much to take that tight asshole of yours?” You watch his eyes dart to the cum still following the curve of your ass. “We have the lube for it.” He mutters so closely to your ear that Geto can hear it, can feel his friend’s hot breath crest his jawline.

You bite your lip, gasping at its sensitivity while you mull over the idea. But Gojo has something different in mind, kissing you hard to distract you from the logic possibly creeping in your head over the depravity.

And that’s how he gets you, kisses you until your mouth is equal parts your spit and his, hands smoothly easing your transition from the cage Geto’s wrangled you into. You follow him, intoxication bubbling in your brain and clouding your better judgment.

“How much more, baby?” Gojo’s voice brings you back to reality, lifting the haze just enough for you to feel one of his fingers teasing your taut rim with circling strokes as you pose for him on your hands and knees, perky ass lifted high and your spine curved low. All the while, Gojo spreads the cum Geto’s left in his wake until your hole is sloppy wet. “Hm? C’mon, he couldn’t have fucked you that good.”

“Satoru.” Geto’s voice stops you from responding, his tone low and dark but all Gojo can do is laugh and the bark sends shivers up your back.

You can’t help but admit the tension is exhilarating. It’s dizzying, so much going on and so many things tickling your senses. There’s Gojo now with his index finger crooked inside your asshole, already working on a second, while Geto walks over to your front with his dick still out and half-hard. You can see the foreskin glisten with your juices and his and you know what he wants you to do the moment he positions his twitching cock in front of that appetizing gap between your lips.

“Clean it up.” Geto orders you, admitting defeat in that Gojo will do what he wants, when he wants and the most he can do is take what’s left.

He can’t be too bothered. He got what he wanted. You will no doubt crave more, plead for Geto’s cock. He can hear that voice of yours now, pleading with half a brain, “P-Please sir, more sir! Can’t get enough!”

And that’s how you end up tasting yourself and Geto, your tongue rolling around his shaft as you work towards taking him whole, your throat spasming at the intrusion to come. Your tight rim does the same when Gojo works his way up to another finger, honestly losing himself to the unfathomable pressure.

“Shit– think you’re ready for me, baby? Tell me. Make him feel how much you want me.”

You don’t belong to Gojo but you sure act like it, following his order so dutifully as you gargle on Geto’s cock, saliva leaking out the corners of your mouth down your chin as you struggle to moan with Geto’s fat cock stretching your lips more apart than they’ve ever been.

It hurts. It aches.

“Good, good girl.” Goosebumps prickle your skin at Gojo’s words, your body buzzing with the pleasure of satisfying your longtime client because let’s face it… You have a soft spot for him too.

You gasp and inevitably choke on Geto’s member when Gojo’s fingers pull out swiftly and unexpectedly from your asshole. Geto’s hand shoots out just then, pressing himself so deep down your throat you’re weeping with your nose scrunched up against his pelvis.

And he’s smirking at you, so proud to be in attendance for your ruination. It makes your pussy flutter around nothing, your entrance already missing the merciless, reckless way Geto pistoned his fat dick inside and out of you. He got what he wanted– you already needing his affection.

Gojo can see the way you look at Geto, the pools of color in your eyes locked on his twisted features, and it irks him. More than it should. So you’ll have to forgive him for the stinging swat that comes for your ass, both sides to even it out. “Gotta make sure you’re ready, sweets. Want you to feel me take this cute hole of yours for the first time.”

And fuck, no amount of preparation could ever hope to mimic the denseness of Gojo’s cock, how the tip of his cock smears pre-cum over the rim before making that hole open for him. But it burns. It hurts in a way you have never felt before and you instinctively try to inch away, knees buckling forward with your hands desperately pawing at Geto’s abdomen for relief but you will find none there.

Because Geto’s all but ignored your pleading, choosing instead to start a brutal pace into your mouth, goading more slobber to coat his shaft while your tongue presses to the underside.

And Gojo? He’s got both hands locked on your hips, so cruelly dragging you back to him. “Don’t run from me. It’s gonna feel good baby, I promise.” He talks to you so sweetly but his body language is mean. His nails dig moon-shaped lines into your skin, the other hand once again aiming for your hole with a fist firmly grasping his girth as he prods your asshole to open nice and wide for him.

“Shit, Satoru. She’s gonna drown in cock and spit at this point.” Geto snorts, taking pride in the way your cheeks are streaked with mascara, how your lips bloom with a pretty color and shine with your own drool. His chest rumbles with a groan as he starts bringing your head to meet his thrusting halfway.

You can only sit and take it, take it from both ends as the men, the friends, share in the pleasures of your body.

Gojo’s at least taking it easy, letting your body acclimate to his cock as he starts with a light pumping. Just enough to squeeze his cockhead in a few inches, then back, but never completely out of you. He’s not that mean.

The drag of his cock inching deeper inside you with the passing seconds, you start to relish in the way he fills you up like never before. You can feel your stretched out hole convulse and clamp down on Gojo’s length, every time squeezing a sweet, sweet throaty groan from the man. You’re feeling sensations there you didn’t think were possible, nirvana settling in amongst the fog in your eyes as you feel pleasure running like lightning all the way to your fucked out little brain.

“Fuck, beautiful.” Gojo huffs with his hips slowly closing the distance between him and the curve of your ass, eyes mesmerized at your pretty hole being so spread out by the thickness of his shaft, the way it seems to swallow him whole until he’s nothing but a cage rattling with moans.

You’ve never heard him sound like that. There’s a bestial growl in his words with a grip on your body akin to a predator having his first meal. He’s fucking you like he’s starved.

As if he wasn’t just there with you the other night.

You can feel your shoulders start to buckle, elbows worn from keeping your body up to satisfy both Gojo and Geto, the latter either unknowing or uncaring of your slight discomfort. From your short dialog with the man, you’re guessing it’s the second option.

“Hope you’re good at swallowing.” Geto grunts with the hand at your neck now groping your breasts, struggling to find a hold with Gojo starting up a pace that’s making you bob and weave, bob and weave.

Your nipples are so sensitive, just the brushing of Geto’s hand makes you whine all around him, your voice drowned out by the barrel of his cock. “Just – hmmph, fuck – like that.” He chokes out, opening his eyes when you start to mewl, an attempt at rushing the orgasm because now it’s becoming all too much.

Gojo’s cock running deep into your asshole, Geto’s member throbbing incessantly the more noisy you become… Your brain might as well be in the clouds, Cloud Nine because even if it’s overstimulating you from the inside out…

It feels so damn good. You don’t realize it then but it’s because their temperaments are so different. Gojo pounding into you, getting a little more rough with his touch and rhythm but still rounding his spine to whisper how good you’re being, how he knew you could take it in your ear until the skin is burning hot and all your nerves are tingling with euphoria. He’s so close, you feel the ridges of his hardened abs cresting your skin, both parties sticky with sweat. And Geto, so crude in the way he pinches your perky nipples, so mean in how he grabs you by the throat just to make your mouth around him shiver.

“Mmmf– Mmm–” You start to cry, sobs held back when Gojo’s fingers finally play with your clit, rounding the swollen bud just the way you like.

It’s that last round of whining that sends Geto over the edge, his cock spurting out more cum than you expect while the engorged head twitches against the roof of your mouth; it’s so much so fast that it makes you recoil and bump your ass right into Gojo, setting off a chain reaction that couldn’t have unfolded any better.

Your grinding all the way to the base of Gojo’s cock makes him pant openly and grunt straight from his chest. His fingers strum your clit so eagerly, you feel his desperation on the tips. He wants you to cum with him.

An easy feat, because his cock, so far inside you, perfectly stimulates the erotic center in your pussy and makes you see white. Your slick is already seeping out your neglected hole, dripping onto the couch, down your thighs that seem to endlessly shake from Gojo’s thrusting.

Geto does you a favor, sliding his cock out your mouth and slapping it on both your cheeks, staining your skin with his cum and your spit. You’re thankful, because now you can…

“F-Fuckfuckfuck, feels s’good, Satoru.” Your words are slurred, your mind dumb with how Gojo is able to rip the orgasm right out of you, your pussy quivering around nothing while your ass clenches tight around his dick. His cock vibrates with every hot burst of cum inside you, making your ass wriggle and skin ripple as he unloads every last drop inside you.

He’s gasping for air, moaning throughout as he rocks his cock until he’s finished cumming. Your chest pressed to the cushion, you also try to get a hold on a stable breath, lips wet with drool and sweat.

Geto has long left you two, choosing to start dressing now that he’s finally had his fill of you.

So he doesn’t notice, doesn’t even see when Gojo adds another stack of bills to your collection. Not for him, but for–

“See? What did I tell you? I knew you could take two.”

#gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #jjk smut #geto smut #geto suguru smut #geto x you #gojo x you #gojo x reader #geto x reader #gojo satoru x reader #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for gojo. ꒱#.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for geto. ꒱

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Hiya! I’m not sure if your request box so, can I request Yandere tf141 + König with Fem! Reader who had heterochromia and a lot of scars and how does the men’s react. Take all the time you need.

Warnings: yandere behavior.

A/N: please enjoy :]. Sorry if this is shorter than average, I hurried doing this.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:

Finds them extremely pretty! Not for your eyes but your scars too. Will not stop staring at them and asking question after question.

Showers you with compliments daily!! Soap loves flirting and trying to make you feel bashful about your eyes; especially if you’re having a hard day. That being said, he will throw bashful comments at them; smiling as he does so :)!

There’s a high chance Soap will call you his ‘Frankenstein spouse’.

May sound cliché but he calls your scars ‘battle scars’. Whether you’re in the military or not, he loves to ask about them and simply get to know why/or how they are there. He’d even offer to put moisturizer cream on top if you need some!

On the night when he’s with you in bed, he’ll trace your scars and plant kisses on them; biting them playfully.

If your hair gets in the way whilst talking to him, he will move it out of the way or simply grab a headband from his pockets. He always makes sure to carry them in case you need them.

In all honesty, Soap loves your eyes and scars. Sometimes, he likes to imagine if the two of you had matching scars!

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Admires them both a lot! So much so that he’ll keep intense eye contact with you 95% of the conversation and politely ask about your scars when the time is right.

While he doesn’t pay much attention to appearances, he can’t help but always stare into your eyes when it’s just the two of you. At times, it’s expected that it’ll creep you out which he apologizes for; but your eyes are just lovely to look at.

Much like anyone, he’d ask how and when you got your scars, outlining the roughed skin with his fingers. If you don’t feel comfortable sharing, he won’t pressure but he will continuously trace them during cuddle sessions.

During the day, he will remind you to put cream on the scars — whether to help them heal or not get irritated. Ghost would love to help put it on, the two of you getting closer. Plus, he gets to see your body.

Simon is rather nonchalant about your eyes. While he does find them incredibly attractive and unique, he doesn’t consider them the ‘main’ part of why he loves you.

Captain “Price” John:

Can’t help but stare at them most of the time. His smirk coming out whenever he sees them.

For your scars, Price is incredibly respectful. He won’t ask how you got your scars but lets you come to him whenever you’re ready. But that doesn’t stop his touches on them. Whenever you’re around him and he sees them, Price will kiss them and tell you they’re extremely attractive; going as far as to make you undress if you feel insecure.

On the days you feel either insecure or bad about yourself, he’ll sit you down and have a through-on conversation as to why he loves your scars and eyes. They’re unique — everyone is in their own way!

Much like Soap, Price will make sure to carry headbands or hair goodies in case you need to put your hair up. Not only to get it out of the way, but he can also see your gorgeous eyes.

Either way, your scars, and eyes don't change anything about his opinion of you: he still thinks you are just lovely.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

Amazed by your eyes! He has a lot to say but gets a bit embarrassed to say them. In all, he’s completely in awe of them.

Much like Price, Gaz prefers to avoid talking about your scars, as he’s a fan of not disrespecting your privacy. Although, that will never stop him from showing his love towards you; including the rough patches!

The both of you will probably have nights where you're on the couch, cuddling. Gaz will play with your hair, as well as trace the scars, sometimes asking about them.

While Gaz isn’t the best at flirting, he will give you compliments now and again. Especially when he notices a change in your mood.

If you ever feel insecure, you should know Gaz is incredibly good at making you feel good (physically and emotionally! :)). He will try to make you stand in the mirror, look at your scars while kissing you, telling you that you’re gorgeous.

Honestly, Gaz is a sweetheart about it. He loves everything about you but your eyes and scars are incredibly attractive!

König:

Absolutely stunned when he looks at you. How are you always so wonderful‽

Much like the other guys, König is respectful about the whole ordeal; both of your scars and eyes. He tries to refrain from asking too many questions but sometimes he can't help it!

At first, he wouldn’t want to say anything about your eyes, fearing you’ll find it annoying or offensive. But the deeper the relationship goes, he will start to compliment them! Simply speaking German and sweet talking to you.

He will often bring hair-goodies or headbands if you need to put your hair up (if you have long hair).

Once he feels comfortable about asking anything, be ready for you to be thrown a whole bunch of questions about your eyes! He’s not very understanding of it, but König will search the internet to ask you about them; simply wanting your opinion on whether what’s true or not.

His reaction to the whole ordeal is amazement. Not only is he a bit jealous about your eyes but he finds you incredibly attractive. Your scars are always pretty, even when you forget to put anti-irritation cream on them.

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Sometimes I think about what if the Bridgertons were a family of mind readers and then my next thought was their spouses would 1000% use it send dirty mental images to their Bridgerton either as a distraction or to rile them up.

The mind reading is something that is just kind of there with no real way to turn it off. The Bridgertons learn how to block people out and respect other’s privacy when it comes to mind reading. But there are days were they never speak a word to one another and just speak to one another mentally. It has also greatly helped when planning prank wars against one another, or hiding from Anthony. Not that Anthony is against using his mind reading to find and scold his siblings. Their favorite place to be though are in their spouses' minds. It's a comfort, especially if they been overloaded throughout the day.

Anthony and Kate got married after the mamas caught him sucking on her breast at Aubrey Hall. (There was a bee!) Then Kate gets into that accident and it leads her to falling into a coma. Anthony scared to see his wife like that but finds comfort that he can still see her dreams so he knows he hasn’t truly lost her yet. It keeps that spark of hope alive that she will wake up. Kate uses his mind reading during pall mall matches to her advantage by distracting him with sexy mental images and dirty fantasies.

Benedict can hear in her mind that Sophie is just as horny for him as he is for her. SO WHY does she constantly insist on refusing to be his mistress? Sophie darling please stop fighting this attraction, we both want one another. Sophie tries to keep that night of the masquerade in the back of her mind so she never actively thought about it around Benedict until that day she was helping Hyacinth play with the Bridgerton cousins. Sophie was thinking about how her face was covered reminded her of the masquerade ball and Benedict got DOUBLE confirmation that Sophie was the Lady in Silver.

Due to Eloise’s wish of staying out of her friend’s head, Colin hasn’t ever really actively tried to read Penelope’s mind. Though neither he nor any of his siblings realized that Penelope clocked them years ago (with confirmation from Simon, Kate, and Sophie) and makes sure to police her thoughts in her head around them. The first time Colin actively tried to read Penelope's mind was in the church when she was trying to get her letter back. He saw the contents of the letter before he opened it. Colin soon after found himself becoming addicted to the taste of Penelope's thoughts. Her mind quickly became his favorite one to listen to.

As tradition went, Francesca told John about her mind reading after they married. They agreed not to tell Michael, but he was already suspicious of something. Michael can read people and he can especially read John, he knew there was something but he also respected them so he didn't pry. Francesca found herself with two safe minds, John and Michael. She tried to keep to just John out of respect for Michael, but there was something alluring about Michael's mind. After their four years apart, Francesca was scared of how easily she found herself searching out Michael as a comfort mind again. Even catching herself trying to actively read his mind. When she told him about her mind reading, Michael grinned because that just gave him so many ideas.

#bridgerton #kathony #benophie #polin #franchael #mind reading #mind reader au

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Why afrolatino Jason Todd works,an analysis by an irl afrolatina and thee Jason expert

His personality is EXTREMELY realistic for a black or latino and especially both man.He's cocky asf,a (multiple time!) mama's boy but mouths off to his dad with no hesitant and for fun even,respects women by seeing the female characters as either equals or above him,roughouses with his brothers,a big ass nerd since childhood and acts tough and invulnerable for the sake of looking cool but his heart's as big as his tits and a lot of his lines are so sappy in a poetic way i feel the need to avert my eyes when i see them to give him privacy

His pre-reboot Robin self reminds me of SEVERAL canon young black boy characters(Miles Morales,Oscar Pine,Zak Saturday and possibly more)

Duke is his favorite brother despite knowing him YEARS less than the other Batboys.Do i even need to say anything on this one

Every single woman he's been attracted to have been woc,those being Rose(half cambodian),Artemis(egyptian)and Dana(black).He dosen't like white girls <3

Further proof?He had KORIAND'R HERSELF throwing herself at him but showed active disenterest.For context:We're talking about post taking away her black-coding

Him growing up poor can be explained by being a second/third gen inmigrant making finding jobs hard for his family and to this day i remember when my history teacher called us 'a poor country' because of how much damage colonizers did here.Let me have this

The Joker killing him at 15 and him getting victim blamed and a bad rep despite what a good kid he was gains a new light if it's because he was a black child and so does him becoming Red Hood because of it.Also.Red HOOD.C'mon

The artist for Red Hood:Outlaws said he headcanons him as latino because he is and an iconic event a few years back was John Boyega clowning a racist on twitter by saying he wants to play Jason.Here's how the stars can align

African-American parents commonly give their kids greek names and the original Jason was a greek mythos hero!!

Let's be deeply serious,Jason would not have even HALF the gross fans he does if he was black.You think fanon onlys would be riding that hard for an afrolatino man seeking vengeance for himself with gray morality?They'd act like he's worse than Slade and the Joker combined and call him ugly nonstop💀Comics readers would have him all to ourselves with no weirdos getting their hands on him

Canonically almost entierly uniterested in casual relathionships,smoking or drinking so there's some stereotypes off the table

Selina,Babs and Kory have green eyes.They're all black in one way or another.Jason has green eyes.You understand

He's a classical literature nerd and latino lit is some of the best there is

Bombshells him is a spaniard and that's exactly the kind of move DC would pull with an actual latino character(the run released post the hc for him becoming popular)

Legoverse and webtoons made him a gamer.Hashtag cringefail black gamer dude realness

Something something the soft uwu black boy Robin is actually kid him and not Duke

Giving him a fridge ass build and a buzzcut in Gotham Knights was DC stereotyping(/BIG JOKE,PLEASE THERE'S ACTUAL REASONS IT'S SHIT)

Five words:Dominican horror folklore based tactics

Talia and his' mother-son relathionship is made all the more heartwarming and sad

Stephanie and i are the same person so she's black like me by extension and she's the only Batfam girl he really gets along with and imo this would also include Nell and Tiffany if the writers weren't fuckasses and went through with their actual good stories

Look up Aubrey Joseph vids.There's no better fancast for him out there not in looks but in personality

Trivia finale:His birthday is the same date as Dominican Restoration Day,red represents blood on our country's flag,at our schools we sell mini packets of neapolitan cream with mini spoons to eat them and his Lego movie is called 'Family Matters'

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Title: “15 Minutes” (10/15) Author: @ageless-aislynn Characters/fandom: Master Chief John-117/Reader, Halo the series Summary: As you heal, you're not alone. Series: How to date a Spartan (without even trying) Rating: T (PG13) Length: 2,604 (this chapter, 24,863 total so far) Spoilers: Set in the Silver Timeline of Halo the series, not the games or novels. Though we began with the events of Halo 1x06, there will be no more show spoilers. We are still firmly seated in the AU Warthog, merrily driving out to places where there’s only a passing nod to canon. 😉 Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N: Text is both here in this post or available at AO3, however you like to read. Apologies for the break we took for a few weeks here. 😳This chapter turned out a little longer than I expected, (please enter "that's what she said" joke of your choice here), so I hope that makes up a bit for the delay. If you read, I hope you enjoy! ⭐💖⭐

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Pressure on your chest brought you startling awake, flinging your left arm up as if to try and break free of a restraint. White hot pain burst from your shoulder down your bicep like a cord of fire trying to amputate your arm. You gave a strangled cry, managing to sit up and clutch at the various points of hurt as the agony gradually faded.

Out of the darkness, a now-familiar woman's voice said your rank and last name. "Are you all right? Do you need me to dispatch medical assistance?"

"No," you quickly said, automatically straightening your sleep-rumpled shirt. "I moved my arm wrong. Thanks, though."

"Of course," she returned, her tone kind.

"Are you, um, monitoring me?"

"Just for sounds of distress or pain. John was adamant that your privacy be respected as much as possible."

That made you smile slightly under the cover of the lack of light. "I hope they've given you something else to do other than to listen for me to say ouch."

"Not to worry, I keep busy."

You nodded even though she couldn't see it. Or maybe she could? Was she holed up in some ONI office, watching you with thermal signatures or some other sort of tech? "I appreciate it, Ms. Classified. Though I believe you gave me your name, didn't you? I'm sorry, I can't remember what it was."

"You were a little busy at the time," she demurred. "It's Cortana but I rather like 'Ms. Classified,' I have to say. It's like a nickname between friends, isn't it?"

"It is," you said. "And please feel free to use my first name. No need for friends to stand on formality."

"Thank you," she said and, after a slight pause, added your name as if it were an honor to do so.

Was she a Spartan, perhaps? Something about her careful manner reminded you of how John sometimes reacted to interpersonal things as if he hadn't ever dealt with them before and wanted desperately to be right in his response.

You wasn't sure if you should ask and while you were still wondering, she said goodbye with a sound like pixels vanishing, though there had been no hologram of her to see this time.

Your day was a lot more mundane after that. PT came by as Dr. Savannah had said they would, and you dutifully did the exercises with minimal grumbling and complaining. The ancient saying about medics being terrible patients was still said for a reason, after all, but you didn't want to be One Of Those if you could help it.

The therapist had brought you breakfast from the mess for after your session: the cold cereal MRE, typically called mush rarely edible, along with plain black coffee. She also told you that the next session would be tomorrow instead of later today, due to a scheduling conflict.

So that left you with a whole lot of day and very little to fill it.

You were scrolling through your padd, looking through old documents and messages, intending to clean up and organize things but, more often than not, ended up reminiscing on the past, on friends once part of your every day life now long gone, either transferred away or worse.

You discovered a folder full of sketches of various Mjolnir designs you'd done back before you'd decided for certain to begin training to be a Brokkr tech. Your interest in the Spartans and their armor had been a mere hobby, then.

You were far from a gifted artist but trying to capture the different iterations, the bulkier but classic shapes of the Mark V, the more streamlined Mark VI, had made for fun practice. You'd also tried out a few ideas of your own, such as "floating" pieces of armor to try and better protect the Spartans' joints without sacrificing mobility. The final image, though, had been a purely fanciful one: a fusion of Mjolnir and medieval, a literal Spartan in shining armor.

You couldn't help but chuckle. There was no number on the chest plate but it was clearly Master Chief to anybody who was familiar with his armor configuration. The patterning on his visor had a texture reminiscent of a knight's helm and the flare of his shield had a shape like the plume of a feather at the crest of his head. One arm was extended but incomplete: you hadn't decided whether to give him a BR or DMR or go for something like a broadsword or lance. Then you'd simply never come back to finish it and it had been forgotten in your drafts for all this time.

Tapping a fingertip contemplatively against your lip, you thought for a moment, then impulsively picked up your stylus and began to draw.

Gentle fingertips brushed against your hair and you woke to find John next to the bed.

"Sorry to bother you," he murmured, "but you looked uncomfortable."

The moment he said that, your neck began protesting the odd angle your head had slumped into.

"Well, that was a bad idea," you said plaintively, straightening up very slowly. Your entire body ached like you'd been moonlighting as a punching bag. Your padd slipped off your lap to the mattress, then bounced towards the edge, and John easily caught it on the fly.

You suddenly remembered what had been on it. The screen was dark but all it would take was a brush of a finger to activate it again and he'd see--

"What's this?" he said, orientating the padd right side up.

"That's... my poor attempt at artistry," you said, feeling heat blooming up your neck. You resisted the urge to snatch it from his hand and throw it to the floor yourself.

"It's not poor," he countered, studying it even more intently. "Not at all. I like it a lot, especially the detail here."

He tapped the image and the SPNKr rocket launcher you'd placed casually in the Spartan's hand, resting on the armored shoulder, expanded to better reveal the intricate filigree you'd spent a considerable amount of time adding to the large missile chamber.

"I mean, it's not practical, of course," you mumbled but his sincere appreciation lessened your embarrassment. "I wanted a medieval feel to a modern weapon."

"Do you have others?" he asked, handing the padd back to you.

You appreciated that he didn't just start flipping through the images. You swiped back to show him your other Mjolnir studies.

The very corner of his mouth twitched. "These are all mine, aren't they?"

"Hm, I suppose they are," you said in mock surprise. "It looks like I've had a favorite Spartan for a while now."

"Good," he said decisively, then glanced at you with a soft smile. "Could I send a copy of this to R&D?"

"Which one?" you asked, alarmed.

"The floating armor," he said, the smile growing a bit.

"Yeah, if you want," you said and forwarded the study to him. "I doubt I've thought of anything they haven't by now but I guess you never know."

"And could I have a copy of the other one, just for me?"

"Really?"

"Really," he confirmed.

You switched back to the medieval drawing, adding your signature with a flourish in the corner before forwarding that one as well.

The door chimed and he went to open it as if it were expected.

"Master Chief, sir!" the young private said, making a motion no doubt intended to be a salute that he couldn't complete because of the large and apparently heavy covered tray he was carrying.

"At ease," he said, taking the tray from him.

The private snapped a salute as crisp as if he were in the presence of Lord Hood himself, then kept standing in the open doorway, staring rather starstruck.

"Thank you, you're dismissed," John told him.

"If you or the Hero of the Pit need anything, let me know, sir," the marine said earnestly before backing away.

Once the door closed, you said, "That really is a terrible nickname."

"The Covenant call me 'Demon,'" John said, bringing the tray to the bed and setting it on the foot.

"'Demon' is badass," you countered. "Mine sounds like I fell in a hole and somehow managed to crawl back out."

"Crawling out of that hole wasn't a given," he said, "and you made sure nobody else was in there with you."

He lifted the cover on the tray, revealing two sizzling plates of food. The smell that hit you was divine.

Your voice dropped an entire octave. "Is that eggplant parmigiana?"

"I... think so? It's whatever was being served in the Spartan mess for lunch." His expression darkened. "You were supposed to get breakfast from there, too, but there was apparently some sort of mix-up. It's been dealt with."

You felt momentarily sorry for whoever had been on the receiving end of being dealt with. "I can't eat Spartan portions."

"You actually can because it so happens that I can calculate how many calories a Brokkr mechanic-slash-medic needs in order to heal properly." He held that with a serious expression for a moment, then winked. "And I also asked Dr. Savannah about it. She said, and I quote, 'Tell her it's fine to live a little.'"

"Oh, well, if it's doctor's orders..." you trailed off with a grin.

He left to get a small table and chair for himself since there was only the one lap tray and you took the opportunity to hit the head, thinking you'd be settled back in before he returned. As it turned out, you either greatly underestimated how far he had to go to find what he was looking for or, more likely, had greatly overestimated how quickly you could move.

Your left arm wanted to draw up to your torso from the way your damaged shoulder muscle was currently being foreshortened. Raising it even close to 45 degrees made it feel like it was being ripped off of your body. You took a couple of deep breaths, forcing it straight down to your side, and gritted your teeth though the pain as you returned to the main room.

John had already finished setting up the portable table and turned, his expression going almost comically aghast. "Should I call somebody? What can I do? I can carry you or--"

"No, it's fine," you told him. "I just have to work through it."

He hovered next to you as you made the few, torturous step back to the bed, his worry a palpable thing. Your bad knee buckled and he caught your arm -- fortunately, the right one -- to keep you from going down. His fingers hit a bruise hidden under your sleeve but you managed to not react.

The stricken look he gave you meant he'd seen the reaction anyway.

"There we go," you said, trying to sound breezy but the result was more winded than anything as you propped up against the headboard. "I'm ready for lunch. Are you? Lunch sounds great right about now."

He seemed at a loss as to what to do. You gingerly reached out and wrapped your fingers around his.

"I'm okay," you said softly. "I'm healing on schedule and it could've been much worse."

He nodded shortly, very, very carefully folding his other hand over yours. With a brief glance away, he nodded a final time as if agreeing to something you couldn't hear and then exhaled purposefully, affecting a lighter tone. "Well, let's see how that eggplant parmigiana is, then, hm?"

Even though physical therapy wasn't scheduled again until tomorrow, you went ahead and did the exercises anyway. Not only did it give you something to do after John left, but you were even more inspired to try to regain your strength as soon as possible.

Since you were alone, you felt free to swear your way more and more creatively through the entire session and only after the fact did you worry that maybe you had accidentally taught Cortana some new words and phrases.

Nah, you thought. Surely, she's not stuck sitting at some console all day and night, listening for me to need something, right?

You almost asked it out loud, just to see if she was listening, but decided against it. You didn't want to imagine she'd been instructed to keep her earpiece in to monitor you even when she took a meal or bathroom break. Or that maybe she never even actually got to go off-duty at all. It hadn't escaped your attention that John apparently didn't trust anybody else to provide your erstwhile overwatch.

You ate your dinner when it arrived, a very delicious chicken gumbo, then turned in early, since sleep was also an important factor in healing.

But your sleep was restless, the aches in your body keeping you from getting comfortable, and then when you did doze off, your mind kept taking you back to those moments when you were trapped. A couple of times, you found yourself jolting awake, John's name on your lips. You wondered if he was on base, asleep in the Spartan quarters. You'd assumed he would come back if he were here but you hadn't actually asked him to. It was his room, though, so wouldn't he...?

Try to get some sleep, that's the best thing right now. You'll feel stronger tomorrow, you silently instructed yourself, trying to find a comfortable position.

The next time you woke, your heart was thundering in your ears and you made a small panicked noise.

The lights abruptly came up to a quarter and you looked around wildly.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

John sat up from where he was stretched out over on the couch and you instinctively reached for him. He was there almost as if appearing by magic, letting you grip his hand as he leaned over you.

You were tangled in the covers and struggled to free yourself. He carefully extricated you with his free hand.

"Were you having a nightmare?" he asked and you nodded.

"I- I didn't know you were here," you said, stumbling over the words. "Why are you on the couch? You could share. I'd- I'd like you to."

He got that slightly stricken look again. "I'm heavy. I'll hurt you by moving around. I can't... I can't cause you more pain. I'm right here, though."

You understood what he meant but it still stung a bit like rejection. You normally would've let him go, would've tried to accept it gracefully, but the phantom weight on your chest changed the words on your tongue.

Your voice emerged small and compressed. "I need you, John."

The words clearly hit him like a plasma bolt to the chest and his fingers closed gently around yours.

"All right," he finally said. "I'll be careful."

It took a few minutes but eventually you were in his arms, turned on your right side with your injured left arm resting on his chest, your head tucked into the curve of his neck. All of the movement did hurt but you absolutely didn't care; all that was important was that he was here, you could hear his heart beneath your ear, could feel his warmth seeping into all of your pains and soothing them.

"Thank you," you murmured into the softness of his shirt.

"You don't have to thank me," he said, kissing the top of your head and lightly brushing his fingers across the hand you had on his sternum.

You were almost asleep when you thought, but weren't completely sure, that he also quietly said, "I need you, too."

#halo #halo the series #halo paramount+#master chief x reader #x reader #john-117 x reader #aislynn's fics #aislynn's fic #ageless aislynn #fic: 15 minutes #series: how to date a spartan without even trying

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heaven4lostgirls · 1 year

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nothing happened in the way i wanted

remus lupin x reader

tags: angst, sad ending, breakup

if love was supposed to be happy why did it hurt so badly. why did it feel like choking up during an argument about something that could have been avoided. why did it feel like tears and treachery. why oh why did you fall in love with remus john lupin.

the tears streaming down your face and the heartbroken expression illuminating his was enough for you to break down.

your sobs wracked your body as you collapsed on the floor. remus watched on despair until he couldn’t anymore.

“i’m sorry dove, please don’t cry. i hate seeing you cry please, tell me how to fix this. i’ll do better i promise.”

his words fell on deaf ears. 3 years of waiting for remus to tell you the truth, to banish the thoughts that plagues you at night. why did it take you breaking down for him to come to his senses

“i c-can’t do this anymore remus, it hurts. make it stop please” your words pierced his heart, never in a million years did he think it would come to this.

you had begged and pleaded for the truth, pleaded for him to trust you the same way you trusted him. begged him to love you wholeheartedly.

he couldn’t.

“d-dove please i’ll tell you everything. don’t leave me i’m sorry don’t go” he sobbed, words muffled as he tried to cling to you for as long as he could.

you were slipping away, you had been since the first year, he never told you where he was going, turning up in the middle of the night battered and bruised with scars littering his body.

his friends respected his privacy enough to not tell you but your heart could no longer handle not knowing.

“i-i love you remus, never forget that. treat your next love better, please” your body shook as the tears seemed never ending.

he shook his head, he couldn’t let you leave. not like this. he loves you, you can’t leave him. this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen

“please y/n, no no no don’t go i’m sorry please come back don’t leave i love you, i’m sorry please” his body collapsed on the hardwood floors as you pulled away.

his arms trying to pull you back down broke both of your hearts as you tore them away to run out the room to get into the fireplace to floo to your parents for a while.

love was bittersweet, a memory you would cherish forever but a heartbreak that would last a lifetime.

you deserved better than half promises.

you knew that now.

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azures-bazar · 1 year

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Heavenly

My god this one was a tough one ! Writing smut content in another language feels hardcore, I'm sorry if it came out disastrous. It was a serious challenge for me !

Despite being mostly inspired by Cigarette After Sex's song, I wrote all the "hot" parts while listening to Spring 1 from Max Richter. Made me feel inspired as I'll be probably using this tune for my wedding :')

Please excuse my awful mistakes and probably wrong words, English is not my first language.

Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader

Word count : 2.8k

Short summary : The party is now over, but Arthur wanted some privacy. Instead of coming back to camp, you spend a night at the Bastille saloon.

Warnings : ⚠️ 18+ please if you’re a minor DON’T READ ⚠️ overall sexual tension, nsfw, smut, undressing, unprotected sex, explicit content, fingering, spanking, equal dominance

A/Note : Part 2 of Fairest of Them All !

Tags : historical underwear, Arthur loves you, fluff, he does it calmly, mutual trust, passionate love, consent, cigarettes after sex (literally)

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"You sure ?" Dutch asked. "It should be better for you two to get back to camp."

"We’re gonna be fine, Dutch." Arthur answered. "Night’s gonna be short anyway."

Arthur had spent about ten or fifteen minutes trying to convince Dutch not to drag the two of you back to Shady Belle. He did not want to come back, not after this boost of hormones had occurred since he had seen you in your beautiful red dress. At first, he had been conquered by your beauty, your gesture, your attitude. But things had escalated quickly when he kissed you so passionately in the Mayor’s office, as his hand firmly gripping your left thigh. Only Bronte’s man dragged him out of his deepest desire to have you for himself on the desk, he was doing his best not to show anything to Dutch, Hosea and Bill. Actually, the latter had already noticed the way Arthur acted, widely smiling while blushing, his eyes twitching, discretely wiggling his hips.

"I want the two of you back to camp tomorrow." Hosea said, staring at you, somewhat aware of what was about to happen

"We’ll be back in no time." you smiled

"Don’t worry, ‘Sea." Arthur chuckled as you placed your hand over his arm

"I’m always worried when the two of you aren’t around. Please, don’t get into trouble."

You and Arthur nodded as you got inside a stagecoach. You quickly gathered your large skirt in order to allow Arthur to come in, he sat in front of you after telling your destination to the coachman. You could tell how much Hosea was worried about the two of you not coming back to camp, but Arthur’s decision was taken out of respect for all gang members. He did knew this night was going to be yours. Despite you and Arthur had made your best efforts not to make your relationship too obvious, most folks knew that you were not playing chess with Arthur when the two of you were in his bedroom. You already had time to try deeper pleasures with him, and John was the first to complain about how noisy you two were.

"Well, m’lady, tonight’s your night." Arthur smiled

"Our night."

Arthur nodded. The two of you remained somewhat quiet in the stagecoach until arriving at the Bastille Hotel, a short journey which only lasted for about ten minutes or so. Nobody really paid attention to you going inside the saloon. You would have wanted to have access to the upstairs rooms by taking an outside staircase, but there was no much choice. Arthur left you alone for a few seconds, quickly renting the room for a few dollars, grabbing you under his arm to lead you upstairs. Right after you approached the door leading to your room, Arthur proceeded closing the corridor’s large velvet curtains, allowing you some more privacy and an easy access to the bathroom, quickly kissing you on his way to your room’s entrance.

"After you, Miss." Arthur opened the door

You walked in, trembling of excitement. You shivered as you heard Arthur come inside, closing the door behind you, feeling this absolute need to jump on him and passionately live this night without even regretting it. You had struggled so much during this evening, the single sight of Arthur wearing his beautiful tuxedo suit, his hair perfectly brushed and his beard trimmed for the occasion made it hard for you not to, at least, clap your hand on his bum. Arthur would not have minded, he enjoyed it anytime you did it.

Arthur locked the door, moving behind you with a large smile. After kissing the back of your neck, he carefully untied the back of your bodice, making sure not to tear it apart. It would have been a shame to ruin with such a beautiful dress ! He wanted you to wear it again, knowing you would look fantastic whenever you would put it on. Arthur then proceeded taking your skirt and two petticoats off, making his way to the crinoline, feeling a little frustrated.

"Christ sake." he grumbled as he untied the ribbon holding your crinoline, making it fall on the ground

"What’s wrong ?"

"Why do they keep ‘em women under so many layers ?"

His remark made you smile, you turned around as soon as you knew you there was nothing much left to take off anymore but your corset, drawers and chemise. Arthur’s eyes were shining, so many emotions made their way to you ! His smile made you burn from the inside, you could not help but calmly place your hand between his legs, causing him to bite his lower lip as you lightly clenched your fist on his crotch, finding it aroused, causing him to moan.

"You’ve been such a good boy tonight…" you smiled

"Ain’t that right, girl… now lemme get this corset off so we can have some fun."

"Don’t feel pressured to do so."

"I ain’t pressured, ‘would be a shame to have you hurt tonight."

Arthur gently turned you around for you to face the bed, proceeding to carefully untie your tight corset. He did not understand how you, women, could breath under such a tool, whale-boned shift, making some of you faint on occasions ! You sighed of relief when Arthur untied the laces of your golden corset, turning around to allow him open the iron busk, it took him quite some time. In fact, Arthur was trembling as he could no longer hold it any longer, and the excitement of having you before him, only for him, without the pressure of the rest of the gang, felt like real freedom. This was going to be his night, your night. He even smiled as you moaned one more time as the corset fell on the ground.

"My god, Y/N." he said, totally charmed. "You’re so beautiful…"

"Is that so ?" you smiled, proceeding to take your drawers off

"I wouldn’t be there otherwise."

You smiled, Arthur quickly took his jacket off and threw it aside, tearing his bowtie apart, not even able to hold his excitement. You helped him take unbuttoning his vest, then his shirt, carefully moving to his pants and his union suit. Oh, dear ! You had probably never seen Arthur so aroused by your presence, and this was not even the first time the two of you had sex ! Arthur threw what was left of his clothes on the ground, lifting your chemise, leaving the two of you completely naked. You turned your head up as your left hand gripped onto his crotch area.

"Show me what you got there, sweetheart." he smiled, gently pressing his large hands on your breasts

"Sure thing." you groaned, bitting your lower lip as you tightened your grip onto his groin

Arthur moaned again and calmly pushed you on the bed. He wanted it to be memorable, he wanted it to be beautiful. He wanted it to be perfect, harmless, fun and relaxing. He wanted to give himself to you. Two of his fingers made their way down to your clit, he rubbed it in such a gentle way that you could not help but shiver and spread your legs widely to greet what was to come. These two fingers made their way inside you, leading you to moan loudly.

"You’re alright there, girl." Arthur said, climbing on the bed to be over you

You did not even realise Arthur was often saying this same sentence to his mare… it did not matter much. You were his girl. His unique, perfect, adorable girl, just like he was your boy, your man. Your hands started playing with his groin, moving back and forth as Arthur did his best to stay focused on pleasing you. It tickled so much that you could not stop your waist from lightly wiggling back and forth. You wanted more, you could not deny it, neither could Arthur.

"Easy there girl." Arthur cooed

He bent down a little to cover your chest with kisses, gently bitting your nipples before allowing his whole body started rubbing yours. He held himself to badly, not wanting to finish this special night of yours without, at least, getting inside of you. His tongue drew circles in your neck as you grabbed his hair. You passionately kissed him as soon as he looked into your eyes. Nothing could beat this moment between the two of you. These cellos the two of you had danced on still played in your heads in a heavenly manner. You were caught into a marvellous symphony, the symphony of your love.

"I love you, Morgan." you huffed

"I love you too, Y/N."

Arthur was quick to rise a little, allowing his groin to make his way inside of you. You left out a loud moan and Arthur started swinging back and forth above you, gently enough not to harm you. Your very first time with him had been quite rough as you did not really had the opportunity to know more of each other in terms of sex, he was completely panicked when you told him it was painful. In no way was he going to do the same mistake. This was your night.

"Good girl." Arthur whispered

You started sweating as Arthur moaned above you, kissing you so passionately while rhythmically moving his hips for you to feel him inside you. You adored it, every moment of it. Such moments were heavenly. He was so gentle with you, but skilled enough to made you reach what was close to an orgasm. You kept moaning, spreading your legs wide for Arthur to perform other moves than a classic set of thrusts. In fact, you even told Arthur to switch positions by giving him a loud spank.

"There, boy." you smiled, giving Arthur a taste of his own medicine. "Lemme take the lead."

Arthur bit his lower lip, moving back a little. Between two kisses, he proceeded lying beneath you, allowing you to take the lead. He secretly enjoyed letting you be above him, he loved sharing his dominance with you. When you were over him, he was at your entire mercy, helpless, unable to leave… and he loved that. Your boy, a thirty-six year old man ready to do anything to please you.

You crouched above him and started moving up and down, making sure you contract all your pelvic muscles contracted enough to make Arthur feel more pressure and excitement. You saw him ecstatically moan as one his hands clung onto his pillow while the other one held you by the hip, begging you to keep going while bitting his lower lip. You felt like burning when you notice his sweaty face, his arched eyebrows and a slight dribble of saliva at the corner of his half-opened mouth.

"Ah, darlin’…" he moaned

"Yes, cowboy ?"

"I want you so badly… so, so badly…!"

You kept moving up and down as Arthur’s moans got louder, causing you to refrain yourself. You bent over to kiss him, he bit your earlobe afterwards. You felt like you were about to enter in the most beautiful and relaxing trance, better than the ones you experience when being drunk. Arthur moaned as you wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Let’s try something else…" you said, some pain in your thighs. "My legs hurt…"

"Sure thing, darlin’…"

Arthur helped you moving aside and settled you back beneath him, proceeding to lift your legs above his broad shoulders while moving inside of your vagina with a loud moan. The heat coming from your fusing bodies had invaded the room as you two had been enjoying yourselves for over than thirty minutes. You kept moaning, begging him to keep going as your fists clenched on the cotton and brocade bedsheets beneath you. Arthur’s rhythmic thrusts almost made you reach it. Reach seventh heaven.

"Aah, I’m close… I’m close…" you groaned

"H-hold on for me, sweetheart… hold on…!"

Holding on was the best the two of you could do to make this night even more memorable ! Arthur kept going as you could no longer contract your pelvic muscles, he went faster than before. You kept sweating, your moans turning into screams of pleasure you could not even hold anymore. You felt Arthur’s hardened groin move deeper into you, it made you drool. Bubbles and butterflies invaded your stomach as you were about to climax, still doing your best not to start squirting, clenching your fists enough to avoid this moment to reach its end.

"Almost… a-almost…!" Arthur groaned

Arthur's groin felt larger than ever, he did his best not to cum, he did not want to give up yet. However, after some more seconds holding it, he lost control of his own cock, unable to keep going, giving you a last thrust while screaming himself. The two of you shared an orgasm at the same time, moaning so loudly that some people of the saloon might have felt alerted by the noise coming from your room. Arthur moved away from you, his cock still hardened, struggling to remain on all fours as you were heavily panting beside him. He wanted to look at you, admire you. He fell on the bed beside you, lying there for a few minutes.

"Damn it, that was good." you groaned

He proudly nodded, happy of what the two of you had given each other that night. Arthur was the first to get up, trying his best to calm his emotions down as he gently invited you to go to the bathroom. You shifted from the bed, not even bothering about being naked, grabbing his hand as the two of you made your way to the bathroom across the corridor. You did not expect him to have paid for a bath, but in no way could you imagine sleeping in your own sweat.

The tub was large enough to fit the two of you. Before coming in, Arthur proceeded smoking a cigarette. It was mostly a routine, having a cigarette each time you had sex. He quickly joined you, feeling the need to wash away all this sweat covering him from hair to toes. Arthur felt relaxed by looking at you, gently applying the sponge on your shoulders. At this moment, despite feeling overwhelmingly exhausted, he just wanted to look at you for the rest of the night. Your cheeks were still a little red after having sex, Arthur could not help but smile at you while winking.

"You’re beautiful." he whispered

"You’re sayin’ this because you’re tired."

"Nah, I’m honest. You’re really beautiful."

You blushed, unable to face Arthur who is about to make your heart melt with his puppy eyes and his smile. He noted your sudden shy attitude, acknowledging you were completely charmed by him.

"How should I call you now ?" he asked. "Miss Viola Bronte ? Miss Y/N Y/SN ? Or maybe Mrs. Kilgore ?"

"M-mrs. Kilgore ?" you stuttered

"I think these names suit you… even if I believe the best fit would be Mrs. Y/N Morgan."

Your eyes widely opened as you were not sure about what Arthur just said, shrugging a little while looking into his eyes. You were not sure about how you could react to such thing. Mrs. Morgan almost sounded like a marriage proposal !

"I… I like Mrs. Morgan." you smiled

"Me too. Suits you well."

Arthur felt happier than even. What he had just told you was a way for him to ask if you would have wanted to be more than a casual love interest. He wanted to know if you would go beyond your current relationship, take a step further. And you said yes, you did. But he was certainly going to make another move on a future occasion for you to have your mind cleared out. He had already bought everything on purpose.

You unexpectedly fell asleep while bathing. Arthur sighed as he looked at you, rubbing your eyes while being woken up each time your head was falling forward. He got you out of the bathroom, wrapping you into some warm towels the saloon could provide you, kissing the top of your head while making his way back to your bedroom, carefully avoiding to be spotted naked with you firmly held against him. He kept you close to him, holding you onto his chest as he snuggled beneath the blankets, kissing your forehead. It woke you up a little.

"Get back to sleep, sweetheart." Arthur cooed

You looked at him for a second or two before your eyelids felt heavier than before, nuzzling against Arthur’s chest. He felt tired too, yawning a little while rubbing you hair behind your ear.

"Sweet dreams, Mrs. Morgan." Arthur whispered

Mrs. Morgan.

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adelaidedrubman · 8 months

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wip wednesday....... LOSERS’ edition.

(that’s every day with my characters but) i decided to kick off wip wednesday, and use it as an excuse to belatedly post the sentences written for the losers of the wip poll from a while back. in part because i lost the post with who wanted to be tagged in the losers post yeah. so, decided to share as a wip day buffet to the usual suspects instead (on that note, this is always a no pressure tag with no expectation you have to read in order to tag me back, but an extra bonus no pressure disclaimer please nobody feel obligated to read every excerpt even if you want to read one.)

sending tags TO my beloveds @henbased @florbelles @unholymilf @belorage @socially-awkward-skeleton @corvosattano @inafieldofdaisies @direwombat @roofgeese @shallow-gravy @derelictheretic @strangefable @8bitpizzacoupons @stacispratt @orionlancasterr @v0idbuggy @jackiesarch @nuclearstorms @strafethesesinners @firstaidspray @clicheantagonist @simplegenius042 @miyabilicious @ladyofedens-blog @nightbloodbix @poetikat @voidika @ishwaris @confidentandgood @ri-a-rose @cassietrn @wrathfulrook @schoute @bluemojave @afarcryfrommymain @trench-rot @blissfulalchemist @shellibisshe @roberthouses @indorilnerevarine (+ open invitation + psa i am moving to an opt-in tag list soon so if you would like to keep/start being tagged please like or comment here.)

without further ado, the wips that just couldn’t rise to meet the #HANKSWEEP. these are in descending order of number of votes, so longer excerpts towards the top. credit to @derelictheretic for the text dividers i used here to break it up + make it visually easier to read your excerpt of choice.

HOOK, LINE, AND SINKER: 8 VOTES. the john/jestiny fake dating post getting dumped by their respective polycules au. here’s 8 sentences i wrote for chapter three following the poll, which i’m hoping to be able to post in full sometime this week.

“You crashed my boat.” “No shit!” she spat back, butting her forehead against his. “You shouldn’t have been fucking distracting me!” His brow twitched, his body tensing further. “You crashed. My. Boat!” “And did you get some kinda fuckin’ head injury during it or something?!” she barked. “The boat crashed —” “You crashed —” “— you have sufficiently fuckin’ established that.” She shoved her hand harder against his collarbone, digging her nails into the mass of his shoulder. “So how about instead of sitting around goin’ off like a broken record you get the fuck off me and help me shove this thing back into the water? I’ll even give you the honor of driving the piece of junk back to the marina, since you have such a minnow up your ass about me doing it.”

FIELD NOTES: 8 VOTES. working title for jenna’s canon, set pre-reaping. i’ve had trouble getting this one started beyond stray excerpts because i want to format it in a style that’s new for me, epistolary storytelling through research notes, emails, etc. mixed with traditional narration. on that note, i played fast and loose with tallying the sentences here due to the first part being in segmented shorthand, so it’s technically over count.

8:14 PM - Luggage Inventory, Convent Living Quarters. -Small but visible damage to zipper on inner pocket of main suitcase. Bending of teeth bent at approx. two inches from base. Zips with minimal effort, contents of pocket accounted for. -Approx. 10ml fluid missing from water bottle clipped to handle, visual estimate. Check for leaks/transfer remaining fluid for lab analysis to be added to agenda. -Slight tears to lining at A gentle series of knocks drew Jenna from her journal, eyes settling on the peeling eggshell white paint and warped wood of the exterior door opposite the foot of her bunk. She flicked her eyes to the open doorway at her left to confirm that none of the women in the adjoining cabin appeared to have intentions of crossing the invisible barrier of privacy given to her as a ‘special guest’ with a ‘room all to herself’ and answering the knock themselves before climbing down from her bed to cross the short length of the room. She left the journal open with cover flat atop the mattress and pen tucked into its gutter. It would just as easily read as an accounting of damage done by the airline on the flight over, were John to keep up the established pattern of indirect but relentless restless prying. Jenna admonished herself for the intellectual laziness of making assumptions as she peered through the crack in the door she opened, finding it wasn’t John who stood there at all. “I just wanted to see that you were settling in alright,” Faith greeted with a soft smile, dropping the hand that had knocked to fold into the one hovering at her waist, lacing the fingers together with palms pointed towards the ground. She seemed careful not to touch the frame of the door, to do anything to tangibly intrude into Jenna’s space, but rocked forward on the balls of her feet to lean just past the threshold, in subtle elicitation of an invitation to enter.

INFERNO: 3 VOTES. a simple lil role reversal au, baptist!jestiny/deputy!john.

He was sure if there were any onlookers watching as he stepped gently and deliberately along the slick mud of the riverbank to weave himself into the throngs of faithful, they would think he looked less like a Deputy County Attorney approaching a potential key witness, and more like a moth drawn to a flame. All the better, he thought. He knew how to carefully craft a misleading image, too.

AMERICA’S SWEETHEART: 3 VOTES. i never really planned to write anything in this verse or make it a cohesive story, but if i were going to i would want to do it exclusively through the pov of people just trying to do their job being forced to interact with johnjess. so here’s me playing with that, and with trying to use present tense for something besides the opossum fic. also i did lines instead of sentences because there were lots of short ones oops.

“They were national news. Were,” Penelope corrects with a hiss of derision. “When they were tried. I’m not driving four hours to Hope County every time the court has to deny the habeas corpus petition of the month! I mean, for the love of god, Stuart — I was a Peabody nominee.” He shrugs as he folds in the temples of his glasses, carefully placing them on the desk beside his tea. “Was,” he grants flatly. “A nominee. You didn’t win.” The stiff leather of his chair creaks in complaint beneath his shifting weight as he pauses a beat, tacking on, “The paper will be generous with reimbursing travel expenses, of course. There’s a new little resort that popped up at one of the marinas I’ve heard is actually quite nice. Has a spa and everything.”

MINE’S BIGGER: 2 VOTES. a verse vague john/jestiny silly little oneshot that is nsfw adjacent (excerpt fully sfw).

John swatted away the hand attempting to puncture the delicate silk lapel of his robe with the point of the badge, knocking the bronze star down to clatter against the hardwood. “It doesn’t exactly require high-caliber deductive reasoning to see how desperately you’re trying to deflect right now,” he huffed, pulling up the neck of his robe with a protective grip.

JOIN ME IN THE SKY: 1 VOTE. a silly little john/jestiny airline crew au, john is a pilot and jestiny is a flight attendant. (ft. suffering crew members nick rye and mary may fairgrave.)

“What I’m doing is my duty as the Captain of this crew to see that its members are in line and following orders,” he bit out, shoving past Nick to take his place in front of the door to the absent flight attendant’s room. “Kindly see to it that you’re not the next subordinate in need of attention.”

…seriously? who the fuck was the one person who voted for wildfire? turn on your location i just wanna talk. but here. ““chapter 19””” or whatever

It had never been her particular habit, but as she watched billowing black smoke rise from the short, torn and twisted metal remnants of the frame of the silo with the heat from its explosion flaring hot on her cheeks, Jestiny thought she could understand now why some people enjoyed smoking after sex.

#also if the sentence count is wrong places i didn’t mention blame the sentence counter site i used not me.#wip #fic: hook‚ line‚ and sinker #v: field notes #(new tag added. maybe that will shame me into writing it.)#v: inferno #v: america’s sweetheart #v: join me in the sky #fic: wildfire

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To Catch A Ghost 3 – B. Russo

Words: 2.2k Warnings: None Summary: Visiting ANVIL.

Honestly, folks, this is a filler to get me back into the swing of this Tumblr writing thing. It’s been a long time since I’ve posted (and this has been in my drafts for months...maybe even years). Some of my more recent fics didn’t seem to interest anyone at the time, so I spent time just writing for myself, which I really enjoyed! But I’ve received a few asks about this series, and they encouraged me to get back to it.

With that said, this is an old draft that I’ve edited a little, but I’m not all that happy with it (or this series in general). I’ve improved as a writer in the past few years, but I didn’t want to let anyone down by scrapping this whole series and starting from scratch. So I will, begrudgingly, continue!

Sorry for the long wait, and thank you for the sweet words of support xx

“So, what’s he like?”

You dodged a fist aimed at your face.

“Who?”

You weren’t quite so fast to block the knee Natasha aimed at your gut, but you were quick to recover. Any dawdling and she would quite literally have you on the ropes.

“The Russo guy.”

You huffed. “He’s…”

Difficult, was the first word that came to mind. Paranoid, was the second. For all his good looks, Russo was more than a pretty face, and he was proving harder to deal with than most. His penthouse was under constant surveillance, as was ANVIL, and whenever he was out and about he’d scan the streets as if he could feel your eyes on him.

He was a complex man, and the more you thought about him, the more you realised that Billy Russo was—

Your head snapped to the side, and Natasha smirked.

“Distracting?” She offered, smirk breaking into a smile at the sight of your glower.

“Please,” you scoffed.

She followed up with a flurry of punches and kicks that you barely managed to block.

“Alright, would you slow down?” You could already feel the bruises forming along your forearms.

“You’re out of practice,” she panted, stepping out of arm’s reach to shake her limbs out.

“No kidding. Why do you think Coulson sent me here?”

You slipped out of the ring and grabbed two bottles of water. Her lips curled wryly.

“And here I was thinking you’d missed me.”

You rolled your eyes and threw a bottle her way.

“So?” There was an expectant look on her face.

“He’s sharp.” You shrugged. “It’s taken me months to cover all the bases. Hoyle will probably make or break this whole thing. Russo trusts him.”

“And does Hoyle trust you?”

You shook your head. “And he’s not afraid to say it.”

You remembered the conversation Curtis and Billy shared when you left St John’s that day. The room had been bugged since day one, but it was the first time you’d gotten anything worthwhile.

Curtis, while respectful of your privacy, was suspicious. Russo, on the other hand, was desperate – that was something you could work with.

“What’s the plan?” Natasha asked, leaning against the ropes in a way that looked far more effortless than it was.

“Get recruited. I need to get inside ANVIL to access his office, but he spends more time there than anywhere else. He hasn’t been able to find the bug we planted in his penthouse, so that’s something at least.”

Although, it really wasn’t, was it? Russo was hardly home enough to get anything worthwhile out of him, and when he was home...well, there were some things Coulson couldn’t pay you to listen to.

“Stark’s?” asked Natasha.

You shrugged. “He owed me a favour.”

“Has Coulson made contact yet?”

You nodded. “Viv sent an email out yesterday, an invite to the fundraiser. Event that big’ll give him the opportunity to rub elbows with the big-wigs. More exposure means more work, and his team’s already stretched thin, so—”

“So, he’ll be chomping at the bit to hire,” she finished, looking mildly impressed. “Smart.”

“Why does everyone always sound so surprised?” you huffed as she slipped out of the ring to join you.

“It’s a good plan, but there are faster ways to get into his office…”

She shot you a suggestive side-eye, and you shared a laugh.

You’d looked into that name – Madani – the moment Russo had mentioned it. You didn’t know the nature of their relationship, but you could guess. Russo would be far too paranoid to fall for feminine wiles you didn’t have, and you weren’t particularly keen on that approach anyway. You weren’t a spy.

“No, he respects his employees. I’ll work for him, prove my worth…”

Natasha pursed her lips.

“And if you’re compromised?”

You looked at her like she’d grown another head, the answer seemingly obvious.

“Just like that?” she asked.

You didn’t like how doubtful she sounded.

“When did you get a conscience?” you fired back.

She gave your shoulder a small shove.

“I just didn’t think you’d be so quick to pull the trigger.”

You shrugged. “I got my orders. Dead if necessary, right?”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

It had been little over a week and Billy had all but forgotten the invitation he’d extended. Work was eating away at his spare time, as it always did, and he’d been too preoccupied with finding new clients and recruits to think of much else.

His eyes flickered over the email one more time; at the date, at the venue, at the unmistakable logo slapped in the top right-hand corner. It was a huge opportunity to make a few friends. One he needed to take with both hands if he didn’t want to be swimming in debt by the same time next month.

But these wouldn’t be regular clients. These were the kind that could clear out a whole hotel if they wanted, and he no longer had the numbers for operations of that size.

He massaged the bridge of his nose.

He hated using contractors. He hated using anyone he didn’t know and trust with the task at hand, but it looked like there would be no way around it if he managed to land some new clients. That in itself would be a Herculean feat.

A knock sounded at his door, and his secretary peeked into his office, blonde curls in an elegant updo and a hand pressed to her baby-bump as it so often was these days. Christ, he’d need to find a replacement for her soon too.

“What is it, Marie?” he wondered if he sounded as defeated as he felt. Her sympathetic grimace suggested he did.

“Sir, there’s a woman here asking for you.”

“What woman?” His mind went to Madani. She was the last thing he needed on his plate at the moment.

“Says her name is Riley Jameson.”

It took a moment for the name to register, but Billy perked up when it did. When you hadn’t called him, he assumed that meant you weren’t interested in his proposition and that had been that.

“Riley Jameson...” he mumbled absentmindedly. Marie cleared her throat and he blinked out of his musings. “I’m on my way. Tell Wayne to clear the floor.”

He stood, buttoning his suit with deft fingers, before making his way to the elevator. His reflection was a blur on the gleaming doors, but he smoothed his hair down and straightened his tie anyway.

The doors opened with a chime and your head snapped up at the sound. Billy offered his most welcoming smile.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Miss Jameson, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you here.”

He looked as good as you’d come to expect, and you recognised that smile as the same one he gave politicians and Wall Street’s finest.

A little honesty goes a long way. You wanna cover a big lie with small truths. The more upfront you are, the better you’ll look. A goody-two-shoes is just as suspicious as a supervillain – trust me.

You shook his hand with a polite smile of your own. “Yeah, neither did I to be honest.”

His eyebrow twitched. “Oh?”

“Curtis,” you answered. “He, uh, he didn’t seem too happy with the idea. I usually trust his judgement.”

“Then how come you’re here?” His head tilted to the side curiously.

“Because I trust my own more.”

For a moment you wondered if you’d said the right thing. His eyes flickered between your own, contemplative and alert, and then his lips curled in the beginnings of a smile.

“C’mon, let me show you around.” He held a hand out in front of him in invitation.

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You asked the right questions, Billy thought. You were respectful, smart, attentive and somewhat aloof. It could be nothing, or it could be something. You were guarded, but most people in your line of work were. Hell, even he was. Maybe it was a hit at his pride that left him feeling unsettled – usually by this point of the tour, he had some sort of idea whether or not there was interest.

The recruits at least showed some uncertainty, some nerves. He was their superior here, the one who determined whether they made the cut or not. But something told him you were used to being in control, and that wouldn’t change at ANVIL.

As it stood, he couldn’t tell if you were impressed, or if ANVIL fell completely short of your expectations. Curtis was right about one thing at least; you were no open book.

Speaking of Curtis...there was the matter of telling him that you’d stopped by. Billy wasn’t looking forward to that particular conversation, or the chewing-out he’d be on the receiving end of for not heeding Curtis’s warning.

He trusted Curtis’s judgement too. He really did, but...

I trust my own more, he thought wryly.

“...and are they sanctioned by the government, or...?”

“I’m very selective with the jobs I take on,” he answered. “I’m not gonna send my people overseas unless there’s a government contract to cover our asses. There’s more freedom in domestic work, obviously, but I encourage all my employees to know their limits.”

“Fair.” You nodded.

He led you through yet another hallway, this one lined with a tall expanse of sound-proof glass that separated you from the shooting gallery. Billy glanced over his shoulder when he realised you were no longer walking beside him.

There was something veiled in your eyes as you stood there and stared at the targets, something that gnawed at him.

“Y’know, I have to run a background check on everyone that comes through the door,” he said softly, as he came to stand beside you.

“What did you find?”

He huffed a little laugh that lacked any real amusement. “Not enough.”

You frowned. “What do you need to know?”

“A little more about your role in your old squad, and if we’re going to have any problems.”

He wouldn’t tell you that the last guy who’d answered ‘no’ to the latter ended up being a domestic terrorist.

“You spoke to Curtis about me.”

Billy blinked and unconsciously stood taller.

“Look, he was just trying to look out for the both of us. I pushed the issue—”

“It’s fine, Mr Russo,” you interjected. “I get it. I would have done the same. Just…just ask me next time, alright?”

He appraised you for a moment – your earnest expression, your steady gaze – and his shoulders slackened.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Alright.”

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The last stop was his office, a spacious, industrial design with a wall of windows that allowed him to watch over proceedings. There wasn’t much he couldn’t see from this vantage point, and you suspected that put him at ease.

It had the opposite effect on you. This thing would be a son of a bitch to break into – damn near impossible to do so unseen.

He spoke of insurance and health cover, and you wondered how the smooth lilt of his voice could make even the driest of topics sound appealing. More importantly, you cast a subtle glance around the room each chance you got. While Russo wasn’t stupid enough to leave incriminating materials lying around, figuring out the general layout would save time in the future. And you were pretty sure there was a safe hiding behind the scribble of a painting he had on his wall.

Your fingers itched to rummage around.

“Mr Russo?”

His secretary appeared at the door and glanced between the two of you with an apologetic smile.

“Your meeting with Mr Gerard is scheduled for one o’clock, you told me to remind you, sir.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Billy looked down at his watch with a frown. “Right. Thanks, Marie. Uh...”

You smiled when he met your eye. “Don’t worry about it. I probably should have called ahead,” you began.

“No, you’re fine. I’m just sorry we have to cut this short,” his tongue darted out over his lips. “You know what, why don’t you come down for one of our sessions sometime? Get a look at it all in action. Marie can give you the details…”

Marie gave an enthusiastic nod when you turned to look at her. “Of course. If you’ll follow me, Miss Jameson.”

“Lead the way.”

Billy watched as your lips curled in amusement and you fell into step behind her. At face value, it all seemed okay, promising even. But he hadn’t gotten as far as he had by ignoring his instincts, and something…something inside him writhed.

The feeling forced him to his feet. He approached the wall of windows slowly, and watched as you followed Marie downstairs, coaxing a laugh out of her on your way.

“All done for the day, sir. Sir?”

Billy blinked out of his musings and glanced over his shoulder to see a concerned Wayne lingering in the doorway.

“Do me a favour?”

Wayne straightened, his hulking frame as wide as the door and almost as tall. “Yes, sir.”

Billy looked back to the atrium below his office and watched you offer Marie a small wave as you left.

“I want eyes on her.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And Wayne?” Billy called over his shoulder, voice severe. “Don’t get caught.”

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Sliding in the DMs Part XIII

The past few weeks had been peaceful and quiet. Arty and Cassiopeia were all but moved into Joey’s place in Costa Mesa. This would be her home for a few weeks while Joey handled postseason assignments for the Chargers. Cassiopeia was not pleased at first with her new home. Instead of exploring, she chose to hide from the two of them and lurk in corners until Joey finally realized that the new stuff he bought the diva cat would not suffice. The cat wanted her stuff that was still in Arty’s apartment in West Hollywood. So, he made the car ride over there himself to retrieve her things.

Arty made sure to make fun of Joey for babying her cat as he set up a spare room just for Cassiopeia with all of her old stuff and new stuff.

Life, although beautiful, was changing so quickly for them, yet at the same time it felt like things were moving slow in their bubble. Looking at it now, almost a year in since they met, Arty felt their bubble of privacy shrinking and knew it would pop at some point from the many things going on outside of it.

That was terrifying to think about.

Neither even realized just how private and intimate their relationship had been - except for their respective younger siblings who were fooling around and not as discrete as they thought they were.. Still, Arty realized just how messy they were making this situation as more time passed. She had not yet met his parents.. He had not met hers either. She didn’t know the Bosas well except from when Joey spoke about them. With his mother, it was affection and appreciation. He was clearly close with her and in their conversations, he accredited a lot of his success and achievements to how his mom raised him and taught him. His dad? From what she understood there were a lot of hurt and unresolved feelings. He opened up to her after her outburst over her mom and the childhood abuse she experienced.

John Bosa didn’t sound like a pleasant person. At least, that was what she deduced from it all. Joey seemed to tense up when speaking to anyone about him and she could see a brief look of sadness in his expression, only for it to disappear moments later.

She knew that Joey felt the need to keep him at arm’s length regarding his career and personal life these days, and she felt empathy for him on the matter. Dealing with her own mother who was an egomaniac, was difficult. Years of therapy after spells of self-destruction taught her a lot about self-healing and trying to make peace with it all. It wasn’t easy.. Because how could anyone find peace after such abuse?

She didn’t want to push Joey any further on it though out of fear of him shutting down. Instead, she made sure to reassure him that she was there for him when he wanted to talk or share.

Arty worried for him a lot at times. She thought it was interesting that in his home here in Costa Mesa, there were only pictures of him with friends, his mom, his brother, and her. None of his dad.

Sometimes the moments when nothing was said spoke volumes more than the words exchanged.

As she lay in bed, cuddled into Joey’s side, her hand smoothed its way up the planes of his chest, her hand tickling against the hair growing there. She felt Joey shiver at the sensation as he grunted in his sleep. His arm she was tucked into flexed as he snuggled her in tighter to him, his breath evening out again.

Arty stared at him in the dark, the moon light pouring into the room was just enough for her to trace with her eyes his features. She could feel her eyes well up slightly with tears as she focused her eyes on his face.

She had never felt love like this. Something so strong, raw, and all-consuming. She had to admit that she expected them to fizzle after a few hook ups. It surprised her beyond belief to realize how long they’ve spent in each other’s presence.

Joey loved her so deeply in ways she never experienced before in a partner. Not just the sexual experiences, but the care he showed her through touch and words, through his thoughtful actions when he thought about her.

She realized in that moment that she was terrified at what would happen once others invaded their bubble. Would their love still be strong? Would others pull them apart?

As a tear slipped down her cheek, she felt him shift again, this time with him turning over to face her, his eyes still closed, but his brows were furrowed and his face tightening up slightly in discomfort. He was having a nightmare.

Arty reached up and smoothed her hand gently across his forehead, hushing him gently as he grunted. After a few more moments of soothing him, she felt him loosen up again and relax against the pillow.

His eyes opened groggily, staring with confusion into the dark until his eyes adjusted and he saw Arty staring back at him.. “Arty..”

“It’s ok. It was just a nightmare, Joey..” She soothed him, her hands coming up to pull him down and into the groove of her neck, she rubbed his upper back as she felt him shutter for a few moments, tears soaking her night shirt. “It’s ok, babe.”

She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but just as she felt him sag against her, her own eyes were hooded and fighting to stay open as sleep finally came, succumbing her to her own dream world.

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Arty was lounging back on the lounge chair that Joey had on his rooftop balcony. She felt a deep pang in her stomach, her nerves heightened at the mere thought of meeting Joey's mom. He spoke to her on the phone a few hours ago, informing her he was getting ready to fly back to Florida in about two weeks... with his 'partner' was the word he described Arty as. Not girlfriend - because she no longer was - and not fiance because his mother would surely have a heart attack in response.

As she laid there thinking over every possibility that would be their first introduction, she didn't notice Joey coming outside and approaching her. She was afraid that Mrs. Bosa wouldn't accept her. That she would look through her and see the ugly parts of her on the inside, the flaws and insecurities that her mother would turn a critical eye to. It was that moment that realized her mommy issues were much deeper than just sticking it to her mom and rebelling. She was afraid of disappointing this woman she didn't even know yet. The woman who would become her mother-in-law and would also be the woman who would be the future grandmother of her children. This woman wasn't just some stranger she could turn away from and ignore if cruel. She made Joey and gave life to him. The thought of disappointing Cheryl Bosa was terrifying to Artemis Thermopoli.

Arty jolted slightly when she felt the lounge chair dip. She blinked at Joey, confused for a moment, “Holy shit you scared me!”

“I called your name twice.” He said with furrowed brows. “What’s going on? You’ve been off the last few days.”

“No, I haven’t.” She denied immediately, “I.. I’ve just been tired is all.”

“From what?” He nudged.

“Just worried about stuff. My job.. My apartment… My cat.. You..”

“Me?” Joey raised an eyebrow. “In what ways?”

“Just.. us going back to Florida… We literally got engaged without telling anyone. My own sister doesn’t even know, nor does your brother. Our parents are going to shit… Well, mine would either way because they think I’m a fucking disaster.. But Joey.. your parents are going to lose their shit.. We should have said something sooner.” She bit her lip hard at the thought of the possible fallout.

Joey sighed loudly and pulled her into him gently. “Artemis.. I get what you’re saying but there’s nothing that can be done about it now. When we started this relationship.. My relationship with my parents wasn’t good. Well, mostly mine with my dad. Even though they are divorced and have been for years, lately I have found it hard to be around my mom because of all the shit our dad put us through.. I was mad at a lot of people for a while, her being one of them. I thought..” He sighed quietly, “I thought she was selfish for trying to make it work.. Given the shit he was putting us through..”

“Like what?” She gently asked him.

“Him drinking at home, at work, and out all night. Coming home and fighting with my mom, breaking shit, vomiting everywhere and expecting her to just clean up after him. The way he was bringing women home when she worked late or was out of town, even though Nick and I were still there.. The way he prioritized his failed career and attempts to stay rich over us time and time again. He’s gotten better over the years… sure, but I didn’t realize until after college and in the league on my own for a few years just how really bad and toxic it was. I was angry all the time, Arty.” He looked down at his hands. “I was fighting with people a lot and losing my shit. One day, after fighting with my ex-girlfriend.. And breaking up with her, I looked in the mirror and saw myself.. I was becoming my dad.. And I didn’t want that.”

Arty hugged him to her and held him tightly against her like she had the night before. “You’re not like him, Joey..”

“I was though,” He muttered. “I was so fucking mean and rude to everyone. Fans, teammates, and even my family. In college alone I was an absolute dick head. Like.. I don’t think you would have wanted to know me then. Me being the person I am now, I wouldn’t want to know that guy..” He chuckled darkly.

She said nothing against him, knowing that he knew himself better than anyone else at that moment in time.

“But yeah, my mom and I just started talking regularly again. I realized a lot of my anger towards her was displaced. She was trying to do her best and uphold her vows. It’s not her fault my dad couldn’t stay sober, keep it in his pants, or let the fucking past go.”

They stayed silent for a while, leaning against each other on the lounge chair. “Whatever happens in Florida.. It changes nothing between us.” He said to her, tilting his head to look down at her as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you more than anything, Artemis.. Please don’t ever doubt that.”

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As they were packing stuff away for what was being shipped across the country, Joey brought up wedding planning. They hadn’t paid much thought beyond breaking the news to their immediate families. Sitting in her tiny apartment, the two of them mulled over the idea of an actual wedding ceremony.

‘What was the point of planning a wedding ceremony if everyone told you to fuck off and never bother them again?’ Artemis asked.

Joey laughed and said, “We could hire a planner in Florida. I’ll rent whatever venue you want.”

“Joey.. A lot goes into planning a wedding. You really want us to start as soon as we get to Fort Lauderdale?”

“Well, if you don’t want to, we could just elope.” He shrugs nonchalantly.

Arty chuckles at that, not looking at him as she's folding a shirt to put in her suitcase. "Good one, Joey."

"No, I'm serious." He sits down behind her on the bed, "We don't have to wait that long. We don't have to do something big and crazy. We can just do us. The two of us at the courthouse." He shrugged. “We only need one witness. Hell, from there we can go on vacation to Cozumel or something.”

Artemis dropped her shirt into her suitcase and turned to face him. “Joey… you really want to get eloped?”

“Yeah. I’d go with you right now to the courthouse right now and marry if you want to.”

She sat quietly and said, “We are fucking insane, you know that right? No two people in their right minds engage and marry in a year, Joseph.”

“I never, ever said we were normal or in our right minds.” He argues back. “Artemis.. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about me.. About us and our relationship. I have seen the ugly sides of fan culture and the fucking media these last few years. Our relationship? The best fucking thing of my life this past year. Nothing else compares because everything else was shit!” His words rushed out urgently, something uncharacteristic for a man who usually spoke a slower, monotone voice. “I am over giving a fuck about anyone else but us.”

Artemis bit her lip and stared at him, still unsure and feeling overwhelmed. “Joey.. let me think it over.. Ok?”

He nods and takes a seat. “Well, if you change your mind, we can ask the neighbor lady downstairs who babysits Cassiopeia.” He joked.

She chuckled at that.. Her mind distracted at the thought of eloping. ‘We are two fucking idiots..’ She looks at Joey as he’s folding some of her clothes up for the suitcase once more. ‘But I guess he’s my idiot and I’m his.’

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Are we about to get a courthouse wedding next chapter? Joey sure wants to!

(I did not proof read yet - don't come for me! I'll be back later to clean it up!)

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"Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven" - The Devil, Paradise Lost by John Milton

This blog will feature kinks such as:

Pleasure-domming

Incest

Cult-play

Cannibalism

Trans Supremacy

Consensual non consent

Impregnation

And more. This is your content warning. If things of this nature in fiction are not to your liking then you should not be viewing this blog. Minors dni, don't be a dick, etc.

As for turn offs:

Bathroom kinks and diapers

Furry/anthro/scalie and things of that nature

Bothering me without permission

Baby talk or uwu writing styles

Hyper proportions

Men in dominant roles.

Raceplay

If you run a blog that includes one of my turn offs, feel free to follow and interact, but just respect that I'm not interested in that personally and I won't be looking at your blog. I block with enthusiasm, so respect my rules on my own blog and we'll get along.

Rules: For my own mental health and emotional well-being, as well as to suit my tastes, I'll keep a simple list of things I expect from anyone who chooses to interact with me personally, but not with simple likes or reblogs/comments/tags on my posts.

1) Don't take these rules way too seriously. This is for fun and fantasy, these rules are a guideline for my own enjoyment and to get me in the mood and fuel my desires. At the end of the day I'm a normal person that has a lot on her mind, and I can't pay attention to everyone.

2) Uphold a basic standard of literacy with as few spelling mistakes or grammar deviations as possible. I like when people I interact with have a good grasp of writing.

3) Don't beg for tasks, ask politely and with humility. If I am in the mood, I will deign to grace you with my attention.

4) Don't pester me with multiple asks or messages. I don't mind spam likes/reblogs or tons of asks/messages, but when it starts venturing into self-deprecating or begging for attention, I'm liable to block and move on.

5) Respect my privacy and boundaries. I work hard irl and just want to have a fun relaxing time. I also deal with mental illness so sometimes I'll go inactive for awhile for my own sake. If I say I'm dealing with something for instance, give me a bit of breathing room and assume if we were using the red/yellow/green light system that I just invoked a yellow or red light.

6) I primarily soft-domme. I'll do harder stuff if I like you, but it's emotionally taxing and if we do that, I need aftercare. If you don't think a domme should ask for aftercare, just don't bother speaking with me.

7) Irl I struggle with body image issues that I'm trying to work on. Don't ask me about my height, my weight, my size, or just anything about my real body. If you want a picture, and I really enjoy your company, I may send something. But for fucks sake I am sensitive about my appearance and it drives me up the wall when people demand pictures.

8) My preferred honorifics are: Mother, Goddess, Mistress, Queen, or anything that conveys a sort of maternal or holy authority. Mommy doesn't convey the sense of knowing acknowledgement that I like. Fellow tops, dommes, or casual visitors to my blog can instead use "My Lady" or "Your Grace" if it pleases them.

9) If you want more of my attention, think of me as a queen or cult leader with tons of sycophants and menials I deal with on a daily basis. I like intelligent, independent people that show enthusiasm and respect. I like *interesting* people. You aren't just preening for my attention, you should be trying to court me or curry my favor. I tell everyone they're my favorite, but if you actually want to be more than a tool for my pleasure then you have to show me or teach me something interesting.

10) Anyone identifying as a man, he/him pronouns, or masculine honorifics should first show respect and submission to me before sending asks or dms.

With this all in mind, welcome to the Courts of Love, and the Cult of Pleasure~

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Everwood Star Treat Williams Dead at 71 in Motorcycle Accident

Everwood actor Treat Williams died in a motorcycle accident on June 12, weeks after the passing of his co-star John Beasley. He was 71.

By GABRIELLE CHUNGJUN 13, 2023 3:38 AMTAGS

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The Everwood family is weathering another devastating death.

Treat Williams, who played Dr. Andrew "Andy" Brown on the WB series, died on June 12 following a motorcycle accident in Dorset, Vermont, according to his family. He was 71.

"As you can imagine, we are shocked and greatly bereaved at this time," they said in a statement to Deadline. "Treat was full of love for his family, for his life and for his craft, and was truly at the top of his game in all of it. It is all so shocking right now, but please know that Treat was dearly and deeply loved and respected by his family and everyone who knew him."

The family added, "We are beyond devastated and ask that you respect our privacy as we deal with our grief. To all his fans, please know that Treat appreciated all of you and please continue to keep him in your hearts and prayers."

Williams is survived by his wife, Pam Van Sant, and their kids Gille and Ellie.

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Tina Turner Dead at 83: Full Recap

The legendary singer died at her home in Switzerland on Wednesday, May 24

By Zoey Lyttle and Maria Mercedes Lara Updated on May 24, 2023 07:04PM EDT

Tina Turner, the iconic singer who was dubbed the "Queen of Rock'n Roll," died on Wednesday, May 24, at the age of 83. Her publicist Bernard Doherty confirmed to PEOPLE that she died in her home near Zurich, Switzerland.

"Tina Turner, the "Queen of Rock'n Roll" has died peacefully today at the age of 83 after a long illness in her home in Küsnacht near Zurich, Switzerland. With her, the world loses a music legend and a role model," Doherty said in a statement. "There will be a private funeral ceremony attended by close friends and family. Please respect the privacy of her family at this difficult time."

As the front-woman for the Ike & Tina Turner Revue, Turner's performance prowess made her and her then-husband Ike Turner one of the most electrifying acts of the 1960s, serving up high octane covers of "Proud Mary," "Come Together," and "I Want to Take You Higher." Turner eventually struck out on her own as a solo artist in the '70s and became a star in the MTV age with hits like "What's Love Got to Do with It," "The Best," and "Private Dancer."

We'll be documenting live updates as celebrity tributes flood in and the world remembers the legendary performer.

Cher Remembers Tina Turner

Cher joined MSNBC to speak about her relationship with the late Queen of Rock. The "Believe" singer revealed that she was previously aware of Turner's illness and made an effort to "put in the time" for their friendship in her final years.

"We were perfect friends for each other, truly," Cher added. "I swore like a sailor and she never did."

Bryan Adams Remembers Tina Turner

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Bryan Adams, who toured with Turner several times and recorded the hit duet "It's Only Love" alongside the powerhouse musician, shared a photo of them together via Instagram. "RIP @tinaturner I'll be forever grateful for you bringing me on tour with you, going in the studio together and being your friend," he captioned the post. "Thank you for being the inspiration to millions of people around the world for speaking your truth and giving us the gift of your voice. My condolences to Erwin and Tina's family. It's Only Love...and that's all."

Magic Johnson Remembers Tina Turner

Basketball legend Earvin "Magic" Johnson shared a photo of himself with Turner and Elizabeth Taylor to Twitter and wrote, "Rest in peace to one of my favorite artists of all time, the legendary queen of rock n’ roll Tina Turner. I’ve seen her many many times and hands down, she gave one of the best live shows I’ve ever seen. She always gave you your moneys worth."

Tina Turner's Daughter-in-Law Pays Tribute

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Afida Turner, who's married to Tina's late son Ronnie, posted a photo to Instagram alongside the caption: "I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT YOU 5 MINUTES BEFORE WHEN I ARRIVED IN NICE. HOW MUCH SHE LOVE SOUTH FRANCE : REST IN PEACE MOTHER IN LAW."

Michelle Williams Remembers Tina Turner

Michelle Williams of Destiny's Child shared her thoughts in the comments underneath the Instagram post confirming news of Turner's death. "You’ve meant so much to us!!" Williams wrote. "Your courage, strength, resilience, and uniqueness have been some of the main ingredients of your blueprint!! Rest well!!!"

Rod Stewart Remembers Tina Turner

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"I’m devastated, what a women!" said Stewart in an Instagram tribute. "A friend and mentor - ‘It takes two’ - but there was only one Tina Turner 💛

Bill Clinton Remembers Tina Turner

Bill Clinton tweeted a fond memory of Turner following the news of her death.

"I loved Tina Turner and will never forget meeting her when she came to Little Rock for a concert after releasing Private Dancer in 1984. We met again on her 67th birthday in St. Petersburg, where she and Elton John sang for a charity event," the former president shared. "She still had it--talent, style, energy, and authenticity--a priceless gift to music lovers everywhere. May she rest in peace."

Ringo Starr Remembers Tina Turner

The Beatles drummer shared his condolences on Twitter: "God bless Tina turner, peace and love to all her family," he wrote, signing off, "Ringo, peace and love."

Diana Ross Remembers Tina Turner

Diana Ross responded to the death of her friend on Twitter.

"Shocked. Saddened. Sending condolences to Tina Turner’s family and loved ones," she wrote.

Ann Wilson Remembers Tina Turner

“Miss Tina lived an amazing life, full of drama and pain and in later years anchored by Buddhism," said singer Ann Wilson in a statement. "She showed what courage was and danced through her life on those mighty legs as an inspiration to us all. Rock on Angel!!”

Angela Bassett Remembers Tina Turner

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Angela Bassett is remembering Tina Turner's legacy.

The actress portrayed the rock 'n' roll icon in the 1993 film What's Love Got to Do with It opposite Laurence Fishburne as Ike Turner. After news of Turner's death at 83 on Wednesday, Bassett wrote on Instagram, "How do we say farewell to a woman who owned her pain and trauma and used it as a means to help change the world?"

"Her final words to me — for me — were, 'You never mimicked me. Instead, you reached deep into your soul, found your inner Tina, and showed her to the world.' I shall hold these words close to my heart for the rest of my days. I am honored to have known Tina Turner," she said.

Gayle King Remembers Tina Turner

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"Who did not love TINA TURNER?!" King captioned an Instagram photo of her and the late star. "What a honor to get to know her, and love her up close. Simply the best is not cliche when talking about Tina... Time to grieve & celebrate her life...

Priscilla Presley Remembers Tina Turner

In an exclusive statement to PEOPLE, Priscilla Presley shared Turner's meaning in her life and her late husband's.

"Tina Turner was one of Elvis’ favorite performers. When she took the stage, it was pure magic," she said. "I remember how she held an audience with an energy that was undeniably pure Tina! She has left a remarkable legacy and will be sorely missed by all.”

Dionne Warwick Pays Tribute to Tina Turner

"Another long time friend has made her transition. Not only will I miss that eternal ball of energy named Tina Turner, but the entire world will also find this void in their lives," Warwick said in a statement. "My condolences to her husband and other members of her family. Rest in Peace my friend!"

Roberta Flack Remembers Tina Turner

The singer reflected on her memories with Turner in response to the news of her death.

"We went to Ghana together in 1971 for the Soul to Soul Tour. Her meteoric energy on stage was in such contrast to her gentle, kind and quiet demeanor off stage," said Flack. "My friend, Tina, thank you for inspiring us to always be everything we were meant to be–regardless of life’s challenges. A woman without limits. You will always be my hero."

Mariah Carey Remembers Tina Turner

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Mariah Carey posted a photo of Turner on Instagram to celebrate the late legend's life.

"The words legendary, iconic, diva, and superstar are often overused and yet Tina Turner embodies them all and so many more - an incredible performer, musician and trailblazer," Carey wrote. "To me, she will always be a survivor and an inspiration to women everywhere. Her music will continue to inspire generations to come. Rest in Peace, Queen ❤️."

Inside Tina Turner's 37-Year Romance with Erwin Bach

Tina Turner found her king when she met her future second husband Erwin Bach at an airport nearly 40 years ago. The music legend opened up about her romance with Bach, now 67, in her 2021 HBO documentary Tina.

"He was [16 years] younger [than me]. He was 30 years old at the time and had the prettiest face. I mean, you cannot [describe] it. It was like insane. [I thought], 'Where did he come from?' He was really so good-looking. My heart [was beating fast] and it means that a soul has met, and my hands were shaking," Turner recalled in the film.

Inside Tina Turner's Health Struggles

Throughout her longstanding 60-year career, the Queen of Rock was often vocal about her health struggles, which date back to 1978 when she was diagnosed with hypertension.

She detailed the experience in an interview with the European Health Kidney Alliance explaining, "I can’t remember ever getting an explanation about what high blood pressure means or how it affects the body. I considered high blood pressure my normal. Hence, I didn’t really try to control it."

With her condition left untreated, Turner suffered a stroke in 2013 just three weeks after she wed her husband, Erwin Bach. Her health took a turn for the worse again in 2016 when she was diagnosed with intestinal cancer.

After experiencing unpleasant side effects from her initial treatment, Turner turned to homeopathic remedies, which only worsened her condition and led her to have total kidney failure. She received a largely successful kidney donation operation from Bach in April 2017, though Turner still experienced mild symptoms.

Martha Stewart Remembers Tina Turner

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Martha Stewart is remembering the good times with Tina Turner, who died on May 24.

Following the news of Turner's death, Stewart shared a sweet shot of the two legends. In the picture, the musical icon and lifestyle expert are tucked under the covers and smiling widely, looking like close friends having a slumber party.

“We loved Tina Turner. Goddess, Performer, Wonder Woman ! We will miss her so much!!!!!!!!!” Stewart wrote in the caption.

Mick Jagger Remembers Tina Turner

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Mick Jagger mourned the loss of his “wonderful friend” on Instagram, where he shared throwback photos of Turner and himself on stage.

“I’m so saddened by the passing of my wonderful friend Tina Turner,” the Rolling Stones rocker captioned his post. “She was truly an enormously talented performer and singer. She was inspiring, warm, funny and generous. She helped me so much when I was young and I will never forget her.”

Ronnie Wood Remembers Tina Turner

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Jagger’s bandmate Ronnie Wood also shared some words and snapshots in Turner’s honor.

“God bless you Tina, the Queen Of Rock And Soul and a dear friend to our family. Love and prayers to all of Tina’s family, friends and loved ones,” Wood wrote alongside a carousel of pictures with the late singer. Two of the photos saw Turner with Wood’s twin 6-year-old daughters, Gracie Jane and Alice Rose, during their toddler years.

Tina Turner's Manager, Roger Davies, Pays Tribute

Turner’s longtime manager, Roger Davies, paid tribute to the late Queen of Rock in a statement to PEOPLE.

“Tina was a unique and remarkable force of nature with her strength, incredible energy and immense talent,” the music producer said. “From the first day I met her in 1980 she believed in herself completely when few others did at that time.”

He continued: “It was a privilege and an honour to have been a close friend as well as her manager for more than 30 years. I will miss her deeply.”

Elton John Remembers Tina Turner

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"We have lost one of the word’s most exciting and electric performers. A total legend on record and on stage," Elton John wrote on Instagram. "She was untouchable. Condolences to Erwin and her family. The saddest news."

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