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wraithlafitte · 3 months

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pairing: soulless!sam x f!reader

CONTENT: SMUT, marking, daddy kink, choking, dacryphilia, s&m, unprotected piv, cum control, light degradation at the end

word count: 1.6k

a/n: takes place in the same week as crazy on you. valentine's day oneshot from this prompt by @iamasaddie. sorry it's not a pedroverse character! it fit this series too well to pass up, and i still wanted to participate 😭

Sam's dark hair brushed against your stomach as he ghosted his lips down your torso. Goosebumps rose on your skin from his feather-light touches, and you shivered. Sam glanced up and smirked at your reaction, then set to work on what he meant to do that night: cover your body in bruises that marked you as his, for the time being.

You moaned softly, pressing your head back into the pillow, as he connected his lips to the soft flesh of your stomach. He sucked and nibbled gently at first, but Sam could never be gentle for too long. He couldn't keep himself from biting down voraciously, scraping his teeth over as much skin as he could get his mouth around at once. You hissed from the sting and squirmed underneath him.

Sam ignored you, attaching his lips to your sternum and focusing his efforts between your breasts. He was making a trail for himself. A map of his favorite places on your body, the places he had found to be your most sensitive nerve endings.

Your breasts were certainly one of those places. His hair tickled your skin as he kissed up the side of your breast, and you giggled and squirmed again.

Sam flicked his eyes up to you and lifted his head to speak. "Stay still." He punctuated his command by holding your hip firmly, pushing you into the mattress.

"Sorry, sir," you said breathlessly. "Just... it tickles." You giggled again as his tongue darted out to tease your nipple.

"Remember what the rules are today?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh," you remembered. "Sorry, daddy." You smiled innocently at him.

Sam growled and returned to his efforts, licking and biting away at the soft swells of your chest, leaving pinkish-purplish splotches in his wake. You hummed with pleasure, reflecting the pleasant hum filling your body at his touch. One of your hands carded through his hair, holding him close.

At once, Sam jerked up and snatched your hand away, glaring down at you. You shrunk a little. You had forgotten another rule: don't touch unless given permission. You were supposed to be a pillow princess today, just lying there and taking whatever he gave you.

"Do I need to tie you down?" he sneered. "Or are you gonna be a good girl?" He cocked his head like an animal.

You gasped, a wave of arousal plummeting to your core. You loved the way he switched up just like that, like he was suddenly no longer pretending to be nice.

"I'll be good, daddy, I promise," you rushed. Your need for him skyrocketed with every twitch of his eyebrow and quirk of his mouth. You stilled your trembling body as much as you could, looking at him pleadingly.

Sam gave you a look like you'd better and bit down on your shoulder. His hair tickled in the sensitive crook of your neck. That, coupled with the feeling of his mouth on your skin, almost made you flinch away, but you managed to stay still.

You could feel his hard cock dragging against your thigh. You had to be good for him so he would give it to you.

Your other shoulder jerked into your jaw as Sam lightly ran his fingers up your neck.

"Oh- not fair," you whimpered as Sam raised his head to meet your eyes in a disapproving glare. "You did that on purpose."

"Seems like someone has no self-control," he said. The offending hand crept around your neck slowly.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," you whined.

"You need to learn some control," Sam decided. The glimmer in his eye made you wish you had no reflexes and that you could lay perfectly still for him. But he had played dirty, which you were beginning to suspect was his plan all along.

Sam's hand tightened on your throat as he simultaneously pushed his cock into your dripping hole. You moaned raspily, at once feeling so full of him. You didn't think you'd ever get used to his size. He wasn't massive, but he was definitely bigger than the toy you usually used on yourself. And most other men you'd had the displeasure of sleeping with, you thought.

For a moment, you really couldn't breathe, and a tear squeezed past your lid. You stared at Sam desperately and were met with a look of apathy as he leaned his partial body weight onto your throat. He stayed like that, completely still, for what felt like minutes. He had a curious expression on his face, like an addict presented with his vice, fighting the temptation to give in. You found yourself wondering if he was actually about to strangle you.

Then he dropped his weight onto his elbow and began fucking you, hard and fast, keeping his hand around your throat. You heaved great breaths in but the force of his thrusts kept knocking the wind out of you. Tears fell freely now, but it was more of a reflexive bodily response again. You weren't exactly afraid, and you didn't know why.

Sam shifted slightly and then he was hitting a spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars. Your gasps became moans as pleasure began to build rapidly inside you. The hand at your neck applied slight pressure that had you feeling lightheaded, like you were soaring away on a cock induced out-of-body experience.

"I'm gonna come," you choked out, gasping and whining against his neck. The ceiling went blurry and your core tightened around him. "I'm gonna- oh fuck, daddy!"

You writhed in his grasp, and Sam once again met your eyes with a firm expression.

"Hold it," came the command.

Your eyes widened. "I can't! It's too much, oh fuck-" You arched your back into him, pressing your chests together.

Sam held your gaze, his strong hand around your throat directing your face toward him. "Do not come until I say you can, understand?" His face scrunched up and he groaned as your cunt clenched tightly around him.

You whined as he pounded into you, now focused desperately on your new task. Your face screwed up with effort as you tried to deny your body what it wanted so badly; what it was made to do. His cock bruised your cervix, hitting so deeply again and again. The blinding pleasure you felt was painful now as you struggled to hold off your incoming orgasm.

"Hurts," you whimpered, sobs beginning to overtake your body. "I can't do it anymore daddy, I can't I can't-"

Sam cut you off with a deep kiss, thumb loosening his iron grip to brush gently over your chin and wipe away the droplets accumulating there. "Shhhh," he soothed when he broke away, smiling in that strangely unfeeling way.

The knot inside you threatened to snap at any moment. Every muscle in your body was taut, ready for release. They shook with effort as your will overpowered them... for now.

"Please," you tried again, tears now streaming down your face.

“Baby, you know Daddy only hurts you because you look so pretty when you cry.”

A sob wracked your body. Your eyes began to sting as you blinked the tears out, letting them fall down the sides of your face, running into your hair, your neck, your ears.

Sam rewound his hand across your throat, applying the pressure that made you feel like you were flying. "Almost there," he cooed.

Your orgasm felt like it was about to explode through you, and you suddenly thought this might be how Mt. St. Helens felt before she blew her lid. Sam's thrusts became rougher, signaling that he was nearing his end as well.

He reached down with his other hand and started rubbing your sensitive clit, shifting his weight back to the arm holding your neck and increasing the pressure. You gasped as best you could and your hands flew down to wrap around his wrist before quickly letting go, remembering the no-touching rule. "I won't be able to- fuck, daddy, I can't hold it!" you cried brokenly.

"Good," Sam breathed, voice gravelly. "Come for me, baby."

You tried to relax at his command, and it only took seconds before your body took over, sending your orgasm roaring through you. You could see why he insisted you hold it, and not just to train you - the combination of his dizzying grip and the orgasm shaking your body almost made you black out.

A string of whimpers and moans fell from your lips as the overwhelming pleasure became almost painful, too much to bear. You became vaguely aware of the hot, liquidy feeling of Sam's cum seeping into you, but the pleasure rushing through you had wiped your mind of any thoughts or implications that might have.

You felt Sam pull out, and you blinked rapidly to clear the white fuzz clouding your vision. Your ears rang from the force of your orgasm. You turned your head weakly to the side, where Sam lay panting. He turned his head and looked at you, smiling without that unfeeling bullshit from before. You smiled faintly back, proud that you had brought some semblance of a happy feeling to him.

Sam leaned forward to kiss you, then pulled away, leaving your sweaty forehead pressed to the damp hair covering his. "Such a good little slut for me," he praised softly, making you shiver. "Gonna have more self-control, now, right?"

"Yes, daddy," you half-said, half-moaned, spent.

He smiled and snaked his arm across your waist to grab you by the hip and pull you into his arms. "Good."

dividers by @cafekitsune

#supernatural #spn #supernatural smut #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #sam winchester fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester x you #sam winchester #soulless!sam #userwraith

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catkin-morgs-kookaburralover · 1 year

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This appears in my asks: "not to toot my own horn too much but ik you've expressed interest in my stories before so. there are snippets-" stops reading to go frantically search for Hiraeth excerpts

my dear, catkin, I LOVE YOUR STORIES!!👀

also I am a cheater - what happens someone asks for two?

💬💬

Then, I suppose, you get two! Still from Hiraeth.

“Why?” she asked. “Not why would you follow them, but why would you shift so far away? Aren’t there things keeping you here?” “I want to see the world.” She shrugged, and said, “Fair point. I hope you’ll chase all your dreams and find them well worth the effort.” Neil smiled. “I hope so. Anyway, I want to be a doctor.”

I loved writing this section. It's a conversation between Deryn (Aelwen's younger sister) and Neil. I loved writing (and still love reading it over) about him as a fresh unspoiled young thing, rather than the jaded, bitter and sometimes cruel man he appears as in Adira's story. Even the doctor thing, in this case, means a lot, because it was a dream he'd always had, but by the time he actually became a doctor it was as much out of defiance as anything else, and in some ways, by practicing the profession, he's forcing himself to relive certain griefs that happen between this story (in which he's 13 or so) and then. (It's... complicated. I love him)

One thing I really like about the inclusion of this scene, although it definitely risks appearing to wander away from the main plot, is that it lightens it a bit; the middle was heavy and hard to write, but once I included Deryn a bit more as a POV character it lightened the mood and pulled it away from being a slog. Not certain that the entire scene and some others worked very well overall (I'll have to see what editor thought of it as to how I keep them in) but certainly their inclusion really helped the story as a whole and how I felt about it. (Originally it was literally finding an excuse to include it in this collection, finding some way or character to tie it to Adira's story xD that was it that was the entire motivation for including him.)

And another, still from later on than that. I was so tempted to give you the massive slab of description as Aelwen walks towards a waterfall (the scene was originally patterned on one very specific visit to a waterfall last year, a waterfall I want to go back and visit again someday tho it's far away from me) but I'm not entirely happy with the prose, though what it's trying to say is good; there are a few awkward bits. Instead, this is a few paragraphs later, just before one of the important character beats in the story.

She was careful as she scuttled over to a rock overhanging the deep pool the waterfall deposited into, but nevertheless she almost slipped, and had to clutch at the rock to steady herself. It was cold and wet and rough under her fingers, and felt like the first truly real thing she had touched for far too long. The blanket of apathy, maybe only for a moment, was gone again. Perhaps it was a mere illusion, something she could scarcely appreciate for a moment before it was snatched away—no lasting peace—but Aelwen had already learned she starved without it, and was glad to find something of it. Her thoughts, roving here and there, suddenly caught on a verse she had always loved. The peace of God, which passes all understanding, shall encompass your hearts and minds. She could not remember where it came from, but she knew it to be a verse, sent from God at this moment for her to remember it. She could have the peace of God again. It might take time, but she could find it again, even if she was struggling right now. There was another verse, too; something about joy coming in the morning. She remembered a day before all this had started, a day so incandescently happy that she had thought there could not possibly be sorrow in all of the world. Now she was both older and wiser, and sadder too; but there was hope.

Oh, and two paragraphs later she prays about everything and cries about it and then her sister comes to comfort her, and it's just a really nice scene. 'what are you doing here' 'I just wanted to make sure you're alright' 'it's half an hour travel each way from home you travelling an hour to make sure I'm alright???' <- that sort of thing

I hope you like these. In some ways it amuses me that I'm reading over some of it and going I know what I was like when I wrote that. How did I write that. More really, how was that so true to my current experiences when I'd never experienced them to this intensity before.

I would love feedback from anyone and everyone, on both of these excerpts (#5 and #6)

#feebdack is v welcome!#suh excerpts #suh #story:hiraeth #currently vaguely gathering together a launch team: dm if interested #excerpts #my writing #ask #thanks for the ask!

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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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whiskey business - john x reader (part 3 of ?)

gif by @michaelgreys but i cropped it cause god daMn 👀

read part one and two! | my masterlist

a/n: this one goes out to all my john bitches!! i know it's hard out here, we get no new content but this part is steamy as hell. its not over yet, though! i'm a sucker for happy endings, ok? i hope you all like it, i'm still working on requests as i go :) much love to @stxdyblr-2k for ghostwriting on this series, she has the most amazing ideas in the world 🖤

love, abi xxx

tagging: @datewithgianni

prompt: john's been ignoring you and you want to know why.

warnings: fluff, angst, nsfw!! smut, cocky john, just straight up porn at the end but can you blame me

John hadn't spoken a word in your direction for a week. Despite constantly seeing you glued to Ada's hip, he’d barely acknowledged you since the wedding. He didn’t even bother looking up. Instead his jaw tensed, taking longer inhales of smoke, constantly examining the pocket watch dangling from his right hip. You were the last person John wanted to see right now. He couldn’t get you out of his head, the flush of your cheeks as you had moaned for him imprinted in his memory. You were fucking picturesque writhing around in his lap, a mess for him, and only him. He’d never felt like this; never wanted someone so badly it hurt. Usually, he drowned what little emotions he had in the nearest bottle of whiskey. You, however, were igniting something inside him he’d never felt. Lust, yes, but it was more. A yearning, a need, to see you smile at his crap jokes for the rest of his fucking life. God, you were getting to him.

His coldness and distance towards you hadn't gone unnoticed. To John’s embarrassment, his brothers regularly referred to it as "a little tiff", usually when you were within earshot, as they loved embarrassing his brother. They were blissfully unaware of the full story, assuming his cockiness had put you off him. He sometimes wondered the same; even though you remained polite by greeting him despite the minimal nod he responded with, you seemed ashamed. John only hoped it wasn't because you were ashamed of him. The truth was, he couldn't get the intensity between the two of you off his mind. Whenever he so much as caught a glimpse of you, he remembered how pretty you looked begging for him, then the embarrassment of having to reject you out of family loyalty. You admitting you wanted to have sex with him, him getting fucked off at you because you were off your face, complicating everything. Yet, every night, he held your words close to him, trying to decipher them.

He knew his brothers wouldn't get it. They wouldn't understand how tragic it was; they'd think it was funny that Ada's best friend wanted to fuck him. Either way, John would always rather put himself in the firing line of his brother's jokes than risk your reputation being blemished. He just couldn't look at you without a wave of guilt and sexual attraction flowing through his veins, causing his jaw to clench and his shoulders to stiffen, his suit jacket expertly covering strain on the crotch of his trousers.

A full week had passed since the wedding, of a man Tommy had recruited in an assassination effort. It was embarrassing how his family used money to attempt to push the trauma they created under the carpet. He knew he didn't have room to talk, but fuckin’ hell, a wedding? Maybe Tommy should've just not hired him to blow the brains out of his own father. Well, it was one way to get rid of the police commissioner who got too nosey, John guessed.

He had hoped that you were a passing phase of infatuation. He’d had many before; he’d been notorious around Birmingham for his conquests. Sure, it was possible he had just gotten overly excited and intoxicated around a beautiful girl. Yet, in the quiet moments of his life, in between his kids and business, his mind was only on you. You, straddling him in that booth, the way you grinned at him as he approached you at the wedding party. Sometimes when he was driving home, his mind would drift off thinking of the feeling of your figure pressed against him, the feel of your lips, your laugh, the sound of your heaving breaths against his ear. You haunted him the most at night, visions of you with his name on your lips in his silk sheets. You were his forbidden fruit, dangling barely out of reach.

***

John was at his desk, paperwork long abandoned in favour of whiskey and a cigar, lost in his own thoughts. The loud tapping of rain and the wind of the storm outside shook the windows, yet John felt somewhat at peace; a temporary peace, but he could unwind. Just his desk, the moonlight, the gas lamp illuminating his empty glass and the heavy English rain for company. He found far more joy in the simplicity of life than his brothers, who reeked of new money. He liked his things the way they were, it all worked, but he had to admit he was a sucker for a good suit. The kids were long in bed, the nanny to comfort their nightmares. It made him feel like a shit father, and he didn't want to be like his useless dad. He had started resenting the life Thomas was forcing him to live; the booze, the partying, the Tokyo, the fighting. It was wearing on him. He needed a break from everyone in this town, he reckoned.

However, a certain unexpected guest was always welcome to him. You had just drifted across his mind when a firm knock at the door caught his attention. He straightened his tie, leaving his legs outstretched and crossed on the dark oak desk, calling for the visitor to enter.

There you were. Dripping from head to toe, but still as beautiful as ever to him, despite your damp hair and slightly smudged makeup. You had caught him off guard, and in his surprise, he couldn't suppress the cheeky grin which spread across his face.

"Got caught in the storm, eh? I'll put the fire on and pour you a drink yeah? Warm you up." He slurred slightly, springing into action, lighting the fire and going to fill two glasses with whiskey, which you politely refused.

"I'm not drinking tonight, Mr. Shelby."

He decides he won't either. He tried to ignore your piercing gaze, motioning you to sit across his desk from him, reaching to put the whiskey in his drawer. "That's not like you. Where you headed, love? That lecture with Ada?"

"I came to see you."

He noted your firm tone, the flirty smile, the coy eye contact.

"What's the occasion?"

"You've been avoiding me." You told him bluntly, his cheeks reddening, eye contact breaking momentarily.

"Yeah, I know." He took a draw from his cigar, rolling the smoke from between his lips on the exhale. "M’sorry."

You watched him for a moment and he met your eyes, suddenly softened from his usual icey blue inquisitive stare. To shame, he looked so vulnerable right now. You could feel yourself falling for him again. This is what you hung around for, the fleeting glimpses of the authentic John Shelby. The lad you'd first giggled about in the girl's bathroom at lunch, barely knowing what sex was. Barely understanding power and politics. Unaware of who you'd both end up as.

"You're fucking soaked to the bone. Come on, I'll put your clothes to dry by the fire. And don't give me that look, I'll give you my coat to save your modesty, lass." He teased. You ignored the way his muscles flexed as he reached for his woolen jacket, some outrageously expensive tailored affair from some London boutique, his large rough hands brushing your fingers. "I'll turn around."

You grasped the coat, heading to the fireplace and warming up for a moment, checking that you were far from his line of sight. This was a dangerous game for you both. You wished he'd grab you, take you on his desk and finish what he started, but the way he absentmindedly drummed his fingers on the desk as he waited indicated that he was restraining himself.

You'd rid yourself of your thin jacket, bought from the market stall last week, effortlessly trendy but an imitation of the pricey stuff Ada and the blinder wives and girlfriends you knew. You were jealous of their fur coats, they were always warm and glamorous looking even on the coldest winter night in Birmingham.

You glanced across the room to John. He was staring intently at the wall lost in thought, teeth gritted.

"John? Could you unzip me?" You asked, purposefully making your voice sound as neutral as possible, looking at him over your shoulder.

He paused, bringing his fingers to rub circles against his jaw. You caught a glimpse of white teeth and dimples as he glanced at you out the corner of his eye and you can't help but match his coy grin. He pushed himself off the desk and quickly closed the small distance towards you, his hand finding first your shoulder then the zip at the nape of your neck, your breath hitching as he pulled the zip to your waist. You could feel his eyes tracing the curvature of your spine and hips. You both hesitated for a moment, before John’s warm fingertips grazed your waist, lips pressing into your hair affectionately. His mouth found his way to your ear, cheekbone, jaw and then neck, encouraged by the way your left hand cradled his head as you pressed your body back into his and how your eyes drifted shut at his touch.

"Sweetheart, why did you come here?" He muttered into your ear, his words and casual affection causing your core to swell in response.

"Couldn't stop thinking about you. I've barely slept in a week, feel terrible. Then you've been ignoring me-"

"It isn't personal, Y/N. You know this isn’t how I want it to be." His hands found their way to your waist, gripping lightly at your hip bones, sending a shiver down your back.

"Well this is how it is, John. It's never going to be any different. So, what are you going to do about it?"

"What are you fucking on about, love?"

"I reckon that just once can't hurt, nobody would know but us. Then we can both move on with our lives..."

John hesitated, "What about Ada?" His head rested on your shoulder, the scent of your sweet perfume causing him to want you even more. Jesus, he was too far gone.

"We were so close the first night I got here and we didn't. No one caught on then, why would it be different now?"

He wanted to trust you so badly, it ached inside of him. He wanted to feel you around him, make you cum for him again and again, for you to be breathless and shaking under him. He wanted to give you everything he could, even if just once. But he couldn't.

"She's my sister. Family is everything; if I don't have them, I’ve got nothin’." He stated firmly, yet his palms lingered on your hips, the liquor destroying his perception of the distinction between friendly touching and actions that made you swallow deeply and pray for relief.

"You have me for tonight." You pulled away from him, ignoring the groan that escaped from his lips at the loss of contact. You locked your eyes with his blue ones and pushed the straps of your dress from your shoulders, allowing the damp material to pool around your feet, standing in front of the man you'd wanted for years. It was now or never.

He stayed silent, watching you, eyes not leaving yours, challenging you for a brief moment before his eyes flickered over your figure.

"Is it such a crime to want to fuck you?" You asked, the silk of your skimpy underwear forcing John to wipe the corner of his mouth absentmindedly as he drank you in, mumbling profanities under his breath. Yet, despite the glances and his sudden frustration, you could tell you had him. His eyes were feral and hungry, daring you to keep pushing him. His shoulders were squared, he was ready for action. The crackling firelight illuminated you beautifully; you were irresistible to him.

"It's not a crime. Where'd you get this backbone from?" He asked, reaching for you but you stepped away, teasing him.

"University up north does sommet to a woman."

"You can fuck off or fuck me with that attitude."

"The latter if you behave yourself, Mr Shelby."

He smirked at you, holding his hands up in mock surrender, before wrapping his coat around your shoulders, pulling you towards him by the back of the collar. "You've got a mouth on you, love. You gonna put it to good use?"

"I was told months ago that you'd sort me out, John-" Your speech was interrupted by a small squealing giggle as he tugged at your hair lightly for mocking his voice, his eyes bright and crinkled at the edges due to his grin. "I'm disappointed with these delays, especially from the Shelby Company."

"Well, as the boss, I'll sort it for you, personally and immediately. Let me make it up to you, lass," John crooned, his lips meeting yours once again, fingers pushing your thighs apart, still clad in your black stockings and garter belt. "This is where we got up to last time, yes?"

"Yes Mr. Shelby, I believe so."

He pressed his lips and teeth against where your jaw met your neck, tracing his index and middle fingers over the silk of your underwear which covered your slit. You couldn’t help but lean into him, a slight hiss escaping your teeth.

"You like that, huh? You're fuckin’ soaked for me already, love," John muttered against your neck, lifting your left leg to hook around his waist, easily lifting you onto his desk, scattering loose papers and heavy accounting books onto the floor in his urgency to feel your bare skin on his. "They teach you how to push a bloke over the edge at that fancy university?"

"No, I figured that out on my own actually."

"Always knew you were bright," He smirked, quickly ridding you of your flimsy panties, the pads of his fingertips hot against your thighs. "Always going for the ones smarter than me, Tommy reckons it's not difficult."

"Your brother's chatting shit, he's not the one ‘bout to fuck me on his desk, yeah?" You shot back, opening your thighs to encourage him, your cunt exposed, cutting off John’s laugh. He couldn’t help but stare, eyes glued to your dripping cunt. "You're my favourite brother, always have been. If you tell Finn, I'll kill you," You teased.

"Come off it," John grunted in reply, unable to restrain pressing kisses to your inner thighs, your head tilting back, fingers desperately clutching at his hair. “Need t’get a proper taste of you, yeah? Look so fuckin’ sweet for me.” His mouth reached your core, slowly dipping his tongue into you, causing your mouth to fall open in ecstasy. God, his lips were even softer than they looked. His movements switched from light and teasing to purposeful and focused, his fingers curled and pumping inside you, tongue and thumb attacking your clit. He'd gotten on his knees, your legs wrapped around his neck as he groaned into your cunt, causing you to buck your hips wildly at the sensation, moans falling out of your mouth.

“Fuckin’ christ, John,” You swore, feeling yourself pulsate and twitch around his nimble fingers, crying out into the empty office building. You were getting so close, your hips jerking independently, chest heaving as you gasped for air. You were quickly getting overstimulated, you were so close. Before you could finish, John raised his head back to yours, letting you taste yourself on his mouth, his hands moving from your cunt to your tits, finger tips tracing the outline of your nipples through your silk bra.

"If we get to do this once, I want to feel you finish on my cock, doll," John grunted in a hushed tone, pointedly moving his lips to your collarbone when you opened your mouth to argue back to him.

"Then I get to ride you." Your statement took him by surprise; most women he'd slept with seemed fairly passive in bed. Sure they enjoyed themselves, but they never took control. He could feel himself swell in response to your words. He'd never been put in this position; he was a stranger to it, but the idea was thrilling and wickedly seductive. Especially from someone who was the epitome of "girl-next-door" as they were growing up.

"Polly reckoned you'd be trouble since Ada told us you'd returned. Don't mind getting into trouble with you, though," He teased, his plump mouth dipping to your cleavage, unclasping your bra, tongue circling your hardening nipples.

"John, fuckin’ christ, need you to finish me off, yeah?" You begged, voice shaking, much to his amusement, his fingers re-entering you roughly. John pressed open-mouthed kisses to your neck, soothing your body from the sharp sensation, the slight pain exacerbating the pleasure arising from his mouth and fingers.

"I've barely started with you, and already you're begging for me to fuck you." He muttered into your skin, as he watched you writhe and lift your hips, reacting beautifully to the feelings he was reawakening within you.

"John, m’not fucking about, yeah? I need you," You whined, hand resting on his inner thigh, fingers grazing the fastenings across his groin, gazing up at him from your seat on his desk. John hated waiting for relief, he had very little patience, and almost immediately he gave in and collapsed into his large armchair, pulling you on top of him, letting you pin his wrists to the chair and grind against him as your mouth found his, then his neck, removing his waistcoat, shirt and tie, revealing his muscular chest. The bruising kisses you pressed to his skin left him breathless and needing more, helping you unbuckle his belt and push his suit trousers down his legs. You couldn’t help but take him into your hand, moving it up and down his sensitive shaft.

“Christ, you’re too fuckin’ good at this,” John groaned as you spit on your palm to better move your hand up and down his cock, teasing the sensitive tip with your fingers and tongue. He couldn’t help but watch you, keeping eye contact as you toyed with him, blue eyes heavy with pleasure and lust for more.

You angled your hips above him and he adjusted himself, using his hand to better push himself inside you. You yelped lightly as you adjusted to his girth, his mouth distracting you by pressing kisses on your shoulder and tangling his hands through your hair, trying to control his breaths as you adjusted to him, soft moans falling from your mouth, your tight cunt gripping his cock.

“S’fuckin’ perfect, like your pussy was made for me,” he groaned, breath growing heavier with the sensation of you grinding against him. Pushing his hips up into you, he couldn’t help but grab at your hip bones, grip burning into your skin, bouncing you on his cock, mouth slightly slack, groaning as he grasped at your flesh. You’d imagined hundreds of times how fucking irresistible John would look underneath you, but it was nothing compared to the real thing.

The thrill of having John Shelby with his trousers down in his office, quickly dissolving into a moaning and grunting mess with every rotation or twist of your hips, in the midst of a stormy night while the thunder echoed around the empty streets below was almost too much to take. You should be home right now, curled up in that empty unheated flat, behaving yourself. Even on a date or fucking someone else. But instead you'd gone to him and now you were riding him. You wanted the moment to last forever, right now everything felt so right, you knew when it was over the guilt would hit. But you couldn't avoid it, you could feel your legs start to shake.

“Look so god damn pretty ridin’ me, love. Makin’ me wanna cum inside you.” John growled, panting, struggling to keep pace as you moaned on top of him. Your fingers found his jawline and guided him to look up at you, craving to see how his face looked when he finally came undone. He reached between your legs, torturing your clit with his fingers while he slammed into you a few extra times, using up the rest of his energy. The extra stimulation pushed you over the edge, crying out John’s name as you felt yourself release. Watching you whine his name was the last straw for him, spilling into you as your dripping cunt squeezed him, reveling in the image of you a mess for him.

***

You finally came back to your senses, catching your breath, John clutching you to his chest protectively for a minute or two, enjoying the tranquility and post-sex clarity. He checked his clock, sighing and lifting you from his lap to his desk, running a towel under the sink in the corner of his room and passing it to you to clean up between your legs with.

"Charming," You smirked, tired but satisfied. "No wonder the ladies always come back for more."

"Not you though, aye? One night only exclusive, this." He matched your playful tone, but his eyes were dull with exhaustion and he looked almost upset. He was probably just knackered after working all day and then going overtime just to please you.

"Make yourself useful and grab my clothes for me John-lad." You teased, thankfully changing the subject. He rolled his eyes in the waning firelight, locating the clothes the two of you had left scattered around the room. You quickly dressed, not caring how he watched you silently, as though trying to memorize the image of you. Your clothes were far drier than earlier, the last remaining remnants of damp clutching to the fibers and freezing you all over again. Yet before you could even comment, John's wool coat was wrapped back around your shoulders.

"Because you're cold, not because you look fuckable in it." He said pointedly, smirking slightly, the edges seeming artificial.

"Remind me not to fall madly in love with you. Won't be able to help myself if you keep talking like that, Mr. Shelby." You retorted sarcastically with a grin, earning a gentle dig to the ribs.

"It's Mr. Shelby if you're trying to fuck me. John is between friends and family, right?"

"Someone better inform Mr. Solomons of that distinction, then," You paused, "Mr. Shelby."

"Don't be a fucking cocktease." He scolded with a small grin, grabbing his car keys and hat from the door. "You want a lift then? Don't dick about being polite, Y/N, it's fucking midnight, just accept it."

"Since you asked so nicely."

"You know you've got worse since you've been at uni? Too fast for us lot now." He teased, half serious, as he led you to his car. He couldn't believe the beautiful woman in his passenger seat was the girl with pigtails who'd chase Ada around the canal with their girl gang for hours, the pretty teen who read for hours in his sister's bedroom, comparing notes together. No one was surprised you got a scholarship to university, despite your gender and class. You'd been incredibly lucky. Yet, you'd seen the world and had come back to Birmingham and picked him.

Shame you could only pick him once.

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mooniefics · 3 years

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— personal punishment

pairing : nanami kento / fem reader

word count : 1.8k

tags : pnp, degradation, authority kink, office sex, semi-public sex, boss / secretary, nanami literally being the sexiest man to ever live and breathe

warnings : nsfw, power imbalance

summary : He couldn't expect you to be perfect—but he could definitely expect you to pay for each imperfection in more ways than one.

notes : thank u so much to @suna-reversed for hosting the incredibly creative jujutsuhub collab and allowing me to participate !! much love (୨୧•͈ᴗ•͈)◞*♡

you couldn't exactly say you weren't proud of your performance today.

for one, you'd come into the office late, knowing that your penalties would be formally waived by your boss but well aware that you would have to face his own personal punishment. it was just your luck that this very day was the most busy the office had been all month, leaving you running papers back and forth from your boss' office for hours, nearly tripping over your own heels three times too many before you even reached your lunch break, praying that you weren't screwing anything else up in your frantic rush.

but before you could even think about escaping the confines of the office building to make up for your missed breakfast at a cafe nearby, your boss was already calling back into his office. you already knew exactly why he was requesting your presence, fear and anticipation immediately tangling into a heavy knot in the pit of your stomach. but still you went, obediently as you always did, keeping your head low as you passed your coworkers in the hall.

your fate had been sealed the moment you made a mistake, the same outcome that had been repeating for months now each time you made an error, whether it was as small as not taking the trash out from the waste bin when it was too full for his liking to something as grievous as spilling his morning coffee all over one of his pristine white button-ups. for any and all errors, you were certain to face this punishment.

the position you were in wasn't unfamiliar, bent over nanami's desk, pencil skirt hiked all the way up to your waist with your underwear around your knees, completely at the mercy of the man caging you in with his body from behind.

"if you keep making all that noise, you're going to end up getting us both fired." he growled, voice low in your ear, one hand still pressed firmly over the center of your back, forcing your chest down onto his desk. the other was occupied between your legs, two thick fingers plunging mercilessly into your needy cunt as you struggled to hold in every whimper and moan each snap of his wrist drew from the back of your throat.

"'m s-sorry, s-sir..!" you barely managed to breathe out, nails beginning to scrape at the edge of the wooden tabletop, teeth digging almost painfully into your bottom lip.

"'sorry' doesn't even begin to fix everything you've fucked up today," his stern tone persisted, ribs aching between the pressure of the heel of his palm and the hard desk, "you know just how much stress i've been under and yet you went out of your way to make it worse."

"no, n-not that..! p-promise!" you whimpered, breath coming in pants, struggling to not rock back into his hand with the knowledge that he'd stop entirely if he noticed you doing it.

you had no choice but to keep your eyes trained on the door in front of you, thighs trembling with anticipation, muted gasps and mewls managing to find their way out into the open air despite your efforts. you knew he didn't mind the noise as long as you were making a conscious effort to keep quiet, only loud enough for him to have the pleasure of hearing, only expressing the pitiful broken attempts at showing remorse that seemed to arouse him to no end.

he curled his fingers to rub at spot inside you that made your knees weak, barely chuckling when you writhed under him. "enjoying your punishment like this... you're just a pathetic slut. That's all you'll ever be, isn't that right?"

Your head hung low as you came over his fingers, shuddering, biting firmly at the inside of your cheeks to hold back the whine threatening to escape your heaving chest. you knew you should be ashamed to be so excited in the face of his cruelty, but when it was his voice and hands—discipling you harshly but still paying such good attention to you and your body—you couldn't help yourself.

before you had enough time to begin catching your breath, you could already hear the clinking of his belt buckle as he pulled it free from the belt loops of his pants, the warmth of naked skin as the length of his cock met the back of your thighs, already hard. the hand resting at your back slid up to rest at the base of your neck, fingers working their way into your hair to firmly grasp, holding you still while he eased himself between your thighs.

"please, s-sir.." The words spilled out of you before you could even think to maintain your obedient silence, earning a tug at your hair harsh enough to jerk your head back, arching your body further.

"snd who are you to be making any demands?" He muttered scornfully, the head of his cock now rubbing directly over your dripping pussy, making no effort to do anything more than painstakingly tease.

"i'm not, i j-just—" You sucked in a quick breath as you felt a sharp sting over your ass, certain there was a reddening welt where his hand had just struck it, "i pr-promise i'll be better..."

"and how can I be certain that you actually will? you say the same thing every damn time, and you still have yet to show me any improvement."

your eyes watered as you searched for a proper response, stammering over your words for just a moment too long—long enough to reignite the anger you'd found a momentary mercy from. you just barely pressed your hand over your mouth in time to muffle your own cry as he slammed himself inside of you, the desk shifting across the ground with a harsh squeak, insides struggling to accommodate his size all at once. he found a quick, ruthless rhythm of thrusting almost immediately, paying your quick gasps and pitiful whimpers no mind, almost painfully deep.

"is this is really the only thing you're good for?" he huffed, groaning lowly despite his apparent ire, "just taking cock and nothing else?"

"n-no!" you protested, barely able to hold your voice steady enough to respond, swallowing down each hiccuped breath interrupting your words, "this is the l-last time, i swear..! p-please sir, please—"

he shushed you harshly before you could continue, large hand rubbing over the aching flesh he'd previously slapped in a silent threat to repeat the action. you wouldn't be entirely opposed to feeling his large hand strike you again and again, leaving prints of red across your skin that wouldn't fade until hours after you'd left the office for the night, but you knew that you still had the entire second half of your day ahead of you to pretend as if he hadn't completely ruined you just meters away from the rest of his hardworking employees.

"at this point, i might as well just be paying to fuck you." he muttered callously, the speed of his hips slowing the slightest bit, each thrust still hitting deep enough for you to feel in your stomach, "then what does that make you, hm? a prostitute? my personal little plaything.."

you strained to vigorously shake your head side to side, fingers aching from how tightly they were clenching around the edge of the desk, your own arousal trailing down between your trembling thighs, hot tears dribbling down your flushed cheeks. you should've felt more inclined to deny his assertion, to prove yourself to be more than just a toy for him to used whenever he desired, when he needed to take out the pent up frustration he saved for your errors and your errors only—but you knew in the back of your mind that you were perfectly content with your position, as immorally lucrative as it was. you would embarrass yourself everyday for the rest of your career if it meant you could experience this at least once more.

"sorry, s-sorry..! oh fuck, sir, 'm so sorry!" the apologies you knew he loved so much spilled from your lips in a pathetic, broken moan, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as you held out for a few more mind-numbing moments before cumming around his thick cock.

you barely registered his hand grasping your hair painfully tight as he grunted a few low curses beside your ear, shakily exhaling a sigh when he emptied himself inside you, finally letting you rest back against the hard surface of his desk while you both caught your breath. it was all over far too soon, the intense intimacy that never lasted longer than the half-hour of your lunch break, even though you were sure he could steal you away for far longer without anyone daring to question him.

you wiped at your damp under-eyes with quivering hands, trying to not further disturb your already ruined mascara, swallowing down a whimper when pulled himself out of you and tugged your underwear back into place, readjusting your skirt for you before moving away from your body entirely.

he had already tidied up his own clothes by the time you pushed yourself to stand, that familiar expression of cool indifference having already resettled onto his handsome features. he barely ever let you see his face when he was disciplining you, always making sure you were facing away from him, or that you couldn't lift your head enough to get a good look at his face. it made it all feel so impersonal, inspired something that felt like sadness in the back of your mind, despite how you tried to remind yourself that what you had wasn't true intimacy, and that he could really replace you any day if he felt so inclined to do so.

"go clean up in the bathroom." he said without looking at you, straightening his tie back into place and checking the time on his watch, "you will need to take a call from a new client soon, and it is imperative that you give them the perfect first impression of our company. i expect you to be back here within the next ten minutes." his brow furrowed, the look of someone who'd just thought of something unpleasant flashing across his features when he finally met your gaze. "no more exceptions today."

"yes, sir." you replied obediently, voice hoarse, quickly turning away before the weight of a sudden sadness could show, advancing towards his door as briskly as your state allowed you to. you didn't look back on your way out, even though you so desperately wanted to, maybe deliver a genuine apology now that you knew he was genuinely irritated with you.

but you didn't, and the day continued as it always did, phone calls and document filing keeping you occupied for the rest of your shift, not receiving another word from your boss regarding anything. you tried not to take it personally when he didn't bid you farewell before leaving the building, reminding yourself that it was most likely just the pressure of a busy quarter, cursing yourself for screwing things up and enjoying your momentary bliss before the true consequence of genuine disappointment from nanami anchored you back to the somber reality of your situation.

it was foolish of you to think you'd be anything more than a secretary in his eyes.

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silverhandjoytoys · 3 years

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I got you, V.

Those words ricocheted off the walls of her mind, steadily growing louder with each passing second.

Told you that was a bad idea, but you just don't fuckin' listen.

Even when V was drifting somewhere between life and death, she could still hear the voice of the asshole rocker boy that lived in her.

The glitching was worse than it had ever been, making her feel as if her head was going to explode. She wasn't ready to die, but it seemed to be a foregone conclusion. It didn't matter how deep they went into finding a way to stop it, they were still so far away from a solution.

Come on, V, fight it.

Her eyes fluttered open sometime later. The smell of cigarettes and a dingy motel room filled her nostrils.

"Wha- fuck… Johnny?" She said, willing herself to sit up.

"Stay down, V. Need to take it easy." He appeared next to her, crouching next to the bed.

"What... where-" the room was blurred, objects barely formed as she tried to focus.

The only thing she could see clearly was Johnny. A hint of concern etched across his face, but she assumed it was just her vision.

"Brought you to a safe place. Those fucks won't find us here." Johnny said, answering a question she felt like she asked hours ago.

"Where... is here?" She struggled to return to full consciousness, head buzzing and vision distorting.

"Motel outside of the city. Stayed here a long time ago," he answered.

"This a they don't care if you vomit on the carpet kinda place?"

"Can't smell the aroma of vomit's past?" He asked with a little smirk.

V tried to laugh but she was hit with a shit storm of nausea and couldn't hold it back. She leaned over the edge of the bed and emptied the contents of her stomach at Johnny's feet.

"Barely missed me." He moved back.

V rolled back on the bed, feeling slightly better, "did you- how did you get me here?"

"Had to take your body over for a while. Only choice I had to keep you alive," he explained, stepping around her vomit to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Surprised I'm still alive after what you did the first time you were in control," she smirked and propped herself up against the headboard.

"Wasn't about to leave you in a pool of your own fluids." He kept his gaze on her.

V felt like she'd been hit by a truck, "thanks. I don't know what I'd do without you riding shotgun." She smiled slightly, trying to ignore the buzzing in her head.

"Guess there are some benefits to sharing the same body." He pulled a cigarette out and lit it.

There was something oddly comforting about it. Like a certain amount of stability had returned just from seeing him smoke. Normalcy in the midst of chaos.

"You ever wish you'd gotten stuck with someone else?" V asked.

"Someone with a dick maybe." He passed the cigarette to V.

"I can only imagine the chaos you'd cause if you had full access to someone's dick." She took the cigarette from his fingers.

Normally she wasn't one for smoking, but it was becoming a habit after a black out.

"You have terrible taste in sex partners," he chided.

"Still won't let the whole River thing go, huh?" V grinned and passed the cigarette back as she blew out a stream of smoke.

"A cop, V. You made me fuck a cop."

"Oh, then I can only assume you came too? Does that mean... you enjoyed it?" She grinned.

"Fuck you." Johnny shook his head and plucked the cigarette from her fingers.

"Had to feel good since you're feeling everything same as me. River is a God with his tongue." V pulled her knees up to her chest and watched Johnny take a long drag of the cigarette.

"Can we at least talk about future fucking? I should have a say," he said after a long silence.

"Okay, who did you have in mind?" V was curious if this was something he'd put actual thought into.

"Anyone with tits and a pussy." He said.

"That narrows it down a bit. I'm all for fucking chicks, but can we be a little more... selective?"

"Selective? The fuck does that mean?" Johnny furrowed his brow.

"No back alley hookers for one." V explained.

"Joytoys need attention too, V."

"Wait, so you'll bitch about flirting with Judy, but you're okay with back alley hookers?" She asked.

"Don't get me started on Judy," he warned, passing her the cigarette.

"Sound a little jealous there, Silverhand."

"Never been jealous before, ain't about to start." He shook his head.

V grinned and scooted closer, placing her hand on his shoulder, "don't deny it, you get all grumpy when Judy's around."

"Don't get grumpy either." He shrugged her hand off his shoulder.

V burst out laughing, even though it hurt to do so. "When are you not grumpy?"

"All the time, just said it," he replied without hesitation.

"Liar," V said, feeling his side for another cigarette.

"Told ya smoking is bad. No more," he grumbled, pushing her hand away.

"Seriously? Your first words when you crawled out of my psyche were where are my smokes." V reached for him again.

"No more. Need to keep your health up, what's left of it." He grabbed her wrist.

"Johnny, how do you feel when you're denied smokes?" She inquired.

"Doesn't matter what I feel, this is about you." He pulled another cigarette out and lit it.

"I'm literally getting taken over by you. Give me a goddamn cigarette." She reached for the one between his lips, but he caught her arms.

"Don't make me tie you up." He was able to hold her arms back with little effort.

If V hadn't been curious about him tying her up, she would've been concerned about her lack of strength.

"You wouldn't. Plus, you need me mobile so we can destroy shit."

"Not tonight, I don't. Told you to rest," he warned again.

"I'm not tired. At least let me sit up and smoke with you," V pushed, scooting closer to him.

"You're being more annoying than usual. Upset I used your body without permission?"

"Used my body would be an understatement. You took my body for a joyride." V tried for the cigarette again, this time winning the fight.

She knew it was only because he allowed her too though.

"Got you back in one piece, didn't I?" He asked.

"Barely. I'll need a week soaking in a tub and another week to sleep." She put the cigarette up to her lips.

"Gonna have to accept sleeping on a bed stained with bodily fluids and a shower that might not work."

"You couldn't bring me to a resort?" V joked.

"I brought you here for a reason, V," he admitted without so much as a glance in her direction.

V sat up a little more, "what reason is that? Getting tetanus?"

"Can you stand?" He turned towards her.

"Yeah, wh-"

"Come over here." He stood without explanation.

V slid off the bed and stood up slowly, letting her legs adjust for a moment before straightening up. She shuffled towards the kitchen, trying to avoid the large stains on the floor.

"Open up that cabinet and lift up the bottom board." He leaned against the wall while she carefully crouched to open it up.

"What am I lookin' for?" She asked, searching for a good spot to lift up the board.

She popped the board out and sat it to the side. She reached in and grabbed two metal dog tags on a chain.

"Are these-"

"Mine." He answered.

V sat back against the wall, turning the tags in her hands, "they've been here all this time?"

"Had to pry that board up myself," he said, stepping in front of her.

"Johnny... I- why are you giving me these?" V felt the significance of the moment right away. Johnny wouldn't do something like that if it was meaningless to him.

"Never found anyone worthy of having them, not one, until I met you, V." Johnny struggled to look up at her.

"Johnny-"

"You had to accept me coming into your life with no warning. Probably know me better than anyone ever has." He watched as she put them around her neck.

"Really didn't have much of a choice, but I'll be honest, I like having you around," V replied, letting the tags rest between her cleavage.

"Of all the people I could've ended up stuck in, I'm glad it was you."

The softest grin played on his lips and V realized it was the first time she'd seen him genuinely smile. No hint of anger, spite, or sarcasm at all.

She could've come back with a snarky comment like their usual banter but reconsidered. She couldn't ruin the surprisingly soft side he just revealed.

"I uh... thanks, Johnny. Means a lot." She stepped closer and kissed his cheek.

Johnny tensed and V froze, both of them realizing they'd never actually been this close to one another, even though they were connected. V placed her hand on his cheek and turned towards him, hesitating before pressing her lips to his softly.

V noticed his hesitation immediately and began to pull away, but he grabbed her hips and brought her back.

"You don't have to... I- I probably shouldn't have... "

He silenced her with a soft kiss that quickly turned harsh. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in closer, his lips moving perfectly against hers. When he finally released her she was in a daze, feeling like the breath had been taken from her lungs.

"Johnny, I-"

"Been curious about that." He said.

"Yeah? Why'd you wait so long?" She teased as she tried to regain her composure.

"Didn't think you wanted it. Why'd you waste your time on the cop?"

"Just can't let that go, can ya?" She laughed and leaned in for a hug.

"Never will. Still annoys me." He pulled her in and held her pressed against his chest.

"I wouldn't have fucked him had I known you wanted this." V was enjoying the softness of his touch as he ran his hands down her sides to her hips.

"Guess we need to communicate better," he said.

"And here I thought our problem was too much communication." She kissed his neck without thinking and paused, unsure if he was ready for more.

Johnny let out a soft sigh, "you need to rest."

"I'm not tired. Especially not now." V said, not moving away from him.

"Not really sure of this is a good idea." Johnny said.

"Since when do you worry about that?" V pressed her lips to his neck again.

"Since I started to like havin' you around," he admitted, but he made no move to stop you.

"Isn't that a good reason to keep going?" She pulled back, searching his expression for an answer.

"Relationships with me tend to break down once the fucking starts."

"It's not like you can leave though." V shrugged.

"Might not work out like you think." He stood still and let her continue to kiss along his jaw.

"It might work out better than you think." V placed her hand on his chest.

"Stop and think it over before you keep doin' that, V." He let out a low grunt as she continued to kiss closer to his lips.

"Already thought about it, Johnny," she whispered, breath hot against his skin.

His hand was around her throat in an instant as he shifted their positions, pressing her back against the wall.

"Ain't no going back after. Sure you want this?" Johnny's lips were close, but just out of reach for her.

"Yes, Johnny. Tell me you don't?" She was already panting for him.

"Pretty sure you know the answer to that, V," he said softly.

"Then take what you want," she whispered, eyes darting between his eyes and lips.

"Exactly what I've always done and it usually doesn't end well."

"But not with me." V was struggling to keep from begging.

"V-"

"Please, Johnny?" She asked softly, hoping he'd give in to what they both wanted.

He pulled her into a harsh kiss, making her moan at the sudden contact.

His hands moved down her sides to grab the hem of her tanktop and pull it over her head. The sound of his dog tags clinging as they fell back to her chest was like music to his ears.

Johnny returned his lips to hers as if he was dying for another taste. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him flush against her. His hands moved down to her pants, working at the button and her belt until he could push her pants down to her knees.

He had to concentrate on being gentle with her after what happened. That wasn't his usual style, but for her, he was willing to change things up. He was finally understanding why it could be satisfying to put someone else's needs above his own. V more than deserved that, especially after he was dropped unceremoniously into her psyche.

"Damn shoes." She sighed as she worked to get them off.

"No rush, V." Johnny said as he trailed his lips down her neck.

She finally got them off and shuffled out of her pants. She pulled him close and kissed him again, needing to feel his lips against her once more.

"We're going slow. Can't have you feeling worse." He slowly walked her towards the bed and gently laid her down.

"You don't have to treat me like glass, Johnny. Not gonna break that easy."

"No doubts that you're tough, V. But you need to take it easy." He crawled on the bed and peeled her panties off, settling between her thighs.

"Just relax," he said as he lowered his head and slid his tongue up her cunt.

V inhaled sharply at the feeling of his tongue flicking over her clit.

"Fuck, Johnny." She squirmed.

"Still, V." He ordered and ducked his head back down to focus on eating her out.

She gripped the sheets beneath her and tried to stay still, but it was proving to be a lot harder than she thought.

The only sounds in the room were her shallow breaths and the faint sound of Johnny's tongue lapping at her clit.

The bed creaked beneath her the harder he pressed her into the mattress.

"Johnny..." V panted for him the closer she got to coming.

"Let go for me, V." Johnny said.

She held on as long as she could, not ready for it to end.

"Don't be stubborn, V," he said, breath warm against her skin.

"You're the stubborn one, Johnny, remember?" She moaned as she squirmed beneath him.

Johnny grinned and dove back in, moving his tongue faster and easing two fingers into her. V bucked and writhed until she couldn't hold on any longer.

"Fuck... don't stop- right there." She moaned loudly as she came.

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lightupmyass · 4 years

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All Mine

Pairing: Soft-ish Villain! Deku x Reader

Word count: 3852

A/N: Hello everyone! So, this is actually my first time writing in a while, this is an Adult Deku fic, way after they graduated. I've been really lacking motivation lately and this is my first mha fic posted on here, so I hope it doesn't suck 😅. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Also, this isn't edited so please ignore any mistakes. Its a lot tamer than what I anticipated for Villain Deku but its just a little something to get back intonthe groove of writing.

The longer you sat in the chair, the faster your heart raced, the fear and excitement of what’s to come, the overwhelming feeling of being like prey, uncertainty of how exactly you’re supposed to feel in this situation. Of course, you should be scared, terrified even. You got yourself into quite the dangerous situation, but the excitement of what might happen was too much to ignore. You may have gotten into this position on accident, but you’re here in this room for a reason. This is all your fault, and you’re willing to pay the price for your foolish actions.

You jumped when you heard the door open, your arms instinctively tugging at the rope tied around your wrists as you tried to turn around, but couldn’t. “Oh Doll, don’t be too scared now, just relax.” The soft voice of the man you used to know echoed through the room, taking a different tone as the mood in the room completely changed. You felt calmer, yet even more anxious all at once. This was not the boy you went to school with. This was not the boy who gave you pep talks when you were down, who you admired. This boy, no, this man, was a completely different person. Your body trembled as his hand landed on your shoulder, fingers moving to grab your chin, tilting your head back to look up at him, his green eyes looking into your own with a look you never thought you’d see from him, the look of a predator, a snake, who just caught a little baby bunny.

“You got yourself into quite a pickle, haven’t you Y/N? It wasn’t very smart of you to come after me alone. Did you think you’d be able to talk me out of this? Turn the big bad villain back into the hero he once was? Hm?” He asked, his voice smooth, the stutter he used to have was completely gone. He was, way more confident than he used to be. The power he held over you was intense, and not just his physical strength no, he already knew what you felt for him, and the new and improved Izuku definitely used that to his advantage. You couldn’t even respond properly, only whimpering when his hand trailed back to your neck, his thumb brushing over the sensitive spot directly under your jaw. “No, I don’t think that’s why you’re here. If it was, you would’ve put up more of a fight. Then, what is it? What brought you here?” He leaned down, his mouth right next to your ear. “Tell me, Doll. I’d love to hear your voice. Speak up now, or I might get mad.” He whispers, sending a chill down your spine. “You. I-I wanted t-to see you. I heard about what happened, but I’m not here to try and change your mind." You spit out. He hums curiously, circling around to stand in front of you, kneeling down and resting his hands on your thighs. You have to admit, he’s scarier than any villain you’ve ever stood up against. The calmness he exudes, plus the raw power you know he has, that and the nice dark green suit he’s wearing just makes you feel so small, so powerless against him, you’re definitely trapped.

“Then why did you come here, if not to change my mind?” He asks, staring into your eyes, making you even more anxious. You turn your head away, completely intimidated by the direct eye contact. “I-I wanted to see you. To be honest, I wanted to maybe,” You gulp, hoping that he believes your next words, “help you.” It took a lot of time and effort to make the decision. For years, you were looked down upon by your fellow heroes. You weren’t exactly the toughest fighter, and your quirk, the ability to paralyze people by touching them, was only good if you could get close to someone. You’ve been working hard to train your body to move faster, to catch people off guard and sneak attack them, but no matter how hard you tried it was always by sheer luck that you managed to actually do it. Although you passed the hero course, you felt like you didn’t deserve it. The only way you did was because he was always there, always rooting for you and giving you the strength to work harder. You couldn’t have done it without him, so you feel like you owe him. “You know how hard things have been for me. I’m not very strong, but you’ve always been there for me, and I want to help you too, no matter what side you’re on. I want to help you, be loyal to you in any way I can. Please, let me help you. I promise I’ll do the best I can. “ You tell him, your eyes watering a bit.

He takes a minute to soak it all in before smiling, reaching to cup your cheek. “Oh Doll, I'd love to have you work with me. Your quirk could be a real advantage to me. You’ll be very useful. There’s just one thing you need to do before I let you be my partner.” He says, standing up and walking behind you. “What is it? I’ll do anything. I-I love you, I’ll do anything you want me to, to prove that and my loyalty to you.” You admit, surprising yourself with the sudden confession. “You love me, huh? That’s a bit surprising. Alright then, if you truly love me, then just relax, Doll, and let me make you mine.” He whispers in your ear before leaning down, his hot breathe fanning over your neck before his teeth sink into the soft skin, making you wince and whimper in pain and pleasure before his tongue swipes over it, soothing it. “Please, Izuku. Do whatever you want. I want you to make me yours, please. I’ll be good for you.” You whisper, your pride completely diminished at this point. All you wanted, all you needed, was to be consumed by him, to be taken over by him, to be completely under his control. “That’s what I like to hear, Doll. Just relax now, and tilt your head back, and close your eyes.” He orders softly, you instantly complying. A moment later you can feel silk across your face, his tie most likely, being tied around your head, covering your eyes. “Good girl. This might actually work. As long as you keep listening to me, we shouldn’t have a problem.” He whispers in your ear, his arm wrapping around your chest as his other hand reaches down on your body, fingers teasing the hem of your skirt as your thighs tremble in anticipation.

“I wonder, how long have you wanted this? Everyone always told me you had a crush on me back in high school. Did you dream of this situation?” He asks, placing kisses on your neck as he moves your skirt up, your damp panties exposed to the cold air. “Y-Yes. I did.” You admit sheepishly, never thinking you’d be admitting that to him. “Mm, naughty naughty Doll. I wonder, should I give you what you want, or should I make you earn it? It seems this cute little hole of yours,” He traces his finger over your slit, a small breathy moan escaping your lips as the fabric starts to stick to your folds, your sensitivity heightened from the loss of sight, “is just begging for attention.”

You’re not entirely sure what to do. You feel if you ask him to touch you more, he might see how bad you want it and deny you of it, but if you stay quiet it then he might give you what you want. Its best to just let him do whatever he wants and show how obedient you can be for him. “What did you imagine me doing to you, Doll? I want you to tell me exactly what you wished for all these years. Don’t be shy now.” He says, you can hear the smile in his voice. He’s loving this. You take a deep breath, not taking much effort to remember the things you used to fantasize about. “I-I always thought about you touching me, about how, you would feel going, i-inside of me. Just being a big, messy ball of love and lust with you, getting lost in the feeling of being one with you and being yours.” It felt weird to say it like that, but to you, there was no other way to put it. Its not that you just wanted something physical, you didn’t just want him to completely wreck your shit. You wanted him to love you back, to make you feel like you mattered, like you were worth everything you wanted from him.

“So that’s how it is, huh? Well, today might just be your lucky day. You see, I've been wanting you for a long time too. When we were younger, I wanted to be with you, to support you and make you see your potential. But now, I want more. So much more. I want you, to be mine. I want to break you, mold you and shape you into the perfect partner for me. I will train you, and help you get stronger, maybe even train you to use weapons instead of just relying on your quirk. But, I also want to mess with your mind, play around with you until the second I lay a single finger on you, you’re putty in my hands. Thought something tells me that won’t be too difficult from how much you’re squirming under my touch.” His fingers push your panties to the side, the direct contact of his skin on you overwhelming. No one has ever touched you like this before, and the fact that it was him made it all the more intense as his finger traced up and down your bare slit. “You’re soaked already, Doll. Or, should I call you Puppy, since you’re as loyal as one. You can be my cute little Puppy, my loyal guard dog that won’t let anyone harm me, and I’ll protect you just as much. No one else will ever lay a finger on you. You wanna know why, Puppy?” He asks, you humming questionably in response. “Because from this moment forward, you’re mine, and no one is allow to lay a finger on you, or touch a single hair on you. If they do, I'll beat them to a pulp, and if they survive, they’ll know to never make that mistake again.” He warns, the possessiveness making you happier than it probably should.

“I want you to stand up for me, little Puppy. I’ll untie your hands for just a moment, but they will be tied again, understand?” He says, his fingers already working on the rope that he tied an hour ago. “Yes, Sir.” You say, not thinking about it until you heard him growl behind you, making your entire body tremble. “I like hearing that. I like hearing that a lot. I want you to say that more.” He commands. “Yes sir.” You smile, loving the fact that you made him react like that, that you did something he really liked. It made you really happy that you could make him feel the way he made you feel. As soon as you feel the rope fall away from your bruised flesh, you stood up just as he said, standing there and waiting for his next move. You felt his presence as he moved to stand in front of you, tying the rope back around your wrists, but this time in front of you. Once they were all tied up again, you felt him move, his hands on your hips as he moved you to stand straight, his hands reaching up your skirt to slide your slick panties down your leg, the cool air hitting your core as you step out of them, earning an approving hum from him. “Good girl. Now, sit in my lap and lean back against me. Just relax and let me do what I want.” He says, grabbing your hips to guide you as you sit down, the warmth of his body comforting as you rest against his broad chest, his hands roaming your body before he buries his hand between your thighs, nothing in the way of him getting to your sweet sex. You hold your tied hands close to your chest as he uses two fingers to tease you, circling your aching hole as your head falls back onto his shoulder, your thighs parting to give him better access.

“You’re so wet down here, Puppy. I cant wait to fill you up with my cock. But I need to get you ready first, there’s no way you’d be able to handle it. Gotta stretch you out nice and good.” He says into your ear, slipping the two fingers as deep as they can go inside of you, making you moan out his name as you arch your back, your ass grinding against the hard bulge in his pants. “Fuck.” He groans, wrapping his arm around your stomach to hold you closer to him. “Careful now, Doll, you don’t want me to get too rough now, do you?” He asks, his teeth grazing your neck again as he pumps his fingers into you, his palm brushing against your sensitive bud with each thrust. You don’t respond, because frankly, you’d love for him to lose control, to be rough with you and make you lose your mind. He spreads his fingers inside of you, stretching you out a bit more before slipping a third in there, your body moving again, making him sink his teeth into your neck to hold back a groan. “That’s it. Get up, Puppy, and get on your knees.” He orders, pulling his fingers out of you. You pout as this loss of warmth inside of you, but you di as he says, eager to please him and do whatever he says.

“Now, you’re going to stay nice and still, and keep your mouth open, and let me face fuck you, alright?” He says, standing in front of you. “Yes sir.” You nod, your jaw falling open, obediently waiting to please him. You hear his zipper, the clothes shifting, and before you know it, the hot feeling of his cock brushing against your lips, resting heavy on your awaiting tongue as he hisses at the contact, slowly inching deeper into your mouth. “Ah, fuck Puppy, such a good girl. Take it all in.” He moans, your mouth filling up quickly. You never got to see what it looked like, but his cock is a lot bigger than you expected, your mouth can barely open wide enough to take it. Breathing becomes difficult, but you try your best to breathe through your nose, wishing desperately to see what he looks like from this angle. You’ve waited years for this moment, and now that you’re finally here, you can’t even get to fully enjoy it. But, as long as you’re here, doing what he wants, being useful to him, its more than you ever imagined you’d get, so its best to take what you can.

His hand moves to the back of your head, pushing you down further onto him until you gag around him, a guttural moan rumbling in his throat. “Fuck, that was so good. You look so cute choking on my cock, Puppy. Now, let’s take this pesky thing off. I want you to look at me while I use that slutty little mouth of yours.” He says, untying the tie and letting it fall as your eyes adjust. You whimper as you look up, the image before you better than you could’ve ever imagined. Izuku standing above you, holding your head as he stuffs your mouth with his cock, his cheeks flushed as he bites his lip, the top buttons of his shirt undone to reveal the tones muscle underneath, littered with scars from previous battles. “There we go. You look so beautiful like this, so perfect. Makes me want to ruin you even more.” He smirks, shoving his member back into your mouth, making you gag on it again as tears stain your eyes. “That’s it. Feels so good, Doll. Just relax. You can take it, take it like a fucking champion.” He moans, continuing to thrust into your mouth, your tongue moving around him every now and then, lips tightening around him, anything to make it even better for him. The entire time you keep looking up at him, admiring him, watching as he loses himself, lost in the pleasure you’re giving him. You feel proud, proud that you can do this, make him feel like this, its all because of you. “Ah, Puppy, Puppy you feel so good. I want more, I want so much more.” He groans, pulling out, leaving you a slobbering mess. “Stand up, and face the wall over there. Now.” He says, holding his cock in his hand. You nod, standing up, your legs slightly shaking and your jaw sore, but you still do what you’re told, putting your hands on the wall in front of you and spreading your legs, sticking your ass out without him even telling you. “Well aren’t you doing such a good job? You really are my cute little Puppy, aren’t you? And I'm your Master. Now, stand still.” He says, the feeling of his cock rubbing against your folds making tremble. “Get ready, Doll. Gonna make you mine right here, right now.” He whispers in your ear before pushing inside of you, the feeling overwhelming as you moan loudly, your forehead hitting the cold stone wall as he pushes all the way into you, filling you up completely in just one thrust. “Shit! Ah, so fucking tight! Fuck it feels so good, you feel so good.” He groans, his fingers digging into your hips as his forehead rests against your shoulder.

“Master, please, move. Please fuck me already. Fuck me hard and make me yours.” You beg, wiggling your hips to get some sort of friction. “Mmm, love hearing you beg for it. Careful what you wish for though, Doll. You’re so fragile, it’ll be so easy to break you. But, since you want it so bad, who am I to deny you?” He smiles, placing a kiss on your neck before pulling back, just to slam back in all the way. Out of no where he starts a brutal pace, your body bouncing to meet each one of his thrusts as you get lost in the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you. Your moans mix with his almost animalistic grunts as he reaches up, grabbing you by the hair and pulling your head back, the mixture of pain and pleasure almost unbearable. “So good, Puppy, its like your pussy was made for me, to be stuffed full of my fat cock. You love it don’t you? Don’t you? I know I do. Love how you’re squeezing me so tight. Fuck, its perfect.” He moans, your bound hands falling down and hanging limp, the only thing keeping your face from hitting the wall being his hand in your hair.

He pulls out for a moment, only to turn you around and pick you up by the back of your thighs, quicker than you can even process before he’s shoving his member back inside of you, your arms wrapping around his neck as he holds you tight against the wall, bouncing your whole body on his cock as he fucks you hard and deep, just like you always wanted. “That’s it, that’s the perfect angle. Look at it, Puppy. Look down and watch me fuck that pretty little hole of yours. Its beautiful, we’re making such a mess.” He says, his forehead resting against yours as you look down to see what he’s talking about. Just seeing it, watching as he disappears inside of you, his shaft covered in your juices, your thighs glistening with the slick, you couldn’t help but get even more turned on. “Its just like you wanted. We’re one, and you’re mine. I’m making your wildest dreams come true, and you’re going to be mine forever. There’s no way I’m letting you go now.” He says, kissing you hard and taking your breath away, the kiss holding so much passion, so much love, than you ever imagined. It made your mind go blank, the only thing you could think of was him, how he felt, how he smelled, how he tasted, his everything, it was all you wanted and more, so much more, it was him, and he was yours now, just as much as you were his. Anyone willing to weasel their way between the two of you would regret it instantly. There was no way you’d let anyone take him away from you. You’d kill them in a heart beat.

“I love you. Don’t want, ah, anyone to take you away. Wanna be yours forever.” You moan, your head resting on his shoulder. “You don’t ever have to worry about that. You’ll be mine forever, that’s a promise, baby.” He says, kissing your cheek before burying his face in the nape of your neck. You could feel it, the welling of love inside of you, the burning in your tummy, the way he pounded against your sweet spot inside of you and the way he grinded against your clit, it was all too much. “Ah, ah fuck, mmm, ‘Zuku.” You moaned, wishing your hands were free so you could grab onto his hair. “That’s it, Puppy. So close, cum with me Puppy. Come on, let me feel you. Do it.” He groans, biting into your shoulder as you cry out his name, tumbling over the edge of you let go, gushing around him as he keeps fucking into you. He groans loudly, his nails digging into your skin as his thrusts halt, the feeling of his warmth filling you up, so much that it leaks out of you, dripping onto his pants as his sweat falls from his forehead onto your shoulder, both of you taking a moment to catch your breathe as he holds you close.

“My god, Doll. Guess you really are mine now, huh? Fuck, I’ve been waiting to do that for years.” He chuckles breathlessly, making you smile. He pulls out of you, a trail of your cum mixed together running down your leg as you tremble, not string enough to hold yourself up. “Careful now, just relax.” He says, sitting down on the ground and pulling you down as well, positioning you to sit between his legs, laying back against him. “Now, who do you belong to?” He asks, fingers running through your hair. “You, sir.” You mumble your eyelids growing heavy. “And who are you going to stand by no matter what?” “You, sir.” You say again. “That’s right. You’re mine now. All mine.”

#mha smut #villain deku #mha x reader #deku #izuku Midoriya #bnha #bhna fanfiction

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Yu-Gi-Oh!: Renegade

Chapter One:

Our story begins in the year 2109, 30 years after Dracnus' rise to power in 2079. Across from a thriving but tightly controlled Cypher City, was the desolate Junkyard. Ruins of Old Satelite, remnants of a near century old past, still stood. Some of the ruins held hidden entrances to Underground City. The door to one such entrance, hidden in a small, abandoned one story house that stood in ruins under the what remained of the old Daedalus Bridge, slid open as a shadowed figure stepped through. The figure's hood covered their head, their chin down to keep their face hidden away from those who could possibly see them, a messenger bag draped across their body. Feet clad in silver buckled, black combat boots stepped out into the light, the shadow's black gloved hand coming up to shield their eyes as they lifted their head. The sunlight shone through storm clouds that were beginning to form, warming the the shadow's body.

The figure took in a deep breath of the air around them before removing their hood, revealing their delicate face to the sunlight, and the jacket around their body, tying the article of clothing around their slim waist and revealing the outfit underneath. Anyone who looked at the figure could tell it was female, the jacket that was currently tied snug around her waist being too big for her. The young girl closed her jade flecked-sapphire blue eyes for a moment as she took in the sun's warmth, raising a flesh arm and a black glove covered arm out to each side as she tipped her head back.

Her silver hair fell backward to gather behind her shoulders, the length long enough to reach the small of her back and glinting in the light as it moved with the gentle autumn breeze that passed through. Normally covered by her hair, an 11 year old scar ran across her left eye, a reminder of the accident that had taken her left arm. The young woman wore a short sleeved, black top that hung off her right shoulder, the left sleeve not being long enough to cover a small area of the robotic prosthetic that had replaced her missing arm, the metal glistening in the light with her hair. On the lower half were dark jeans, the bottom of which cut off in the same place her boots began.

Exhaling deeply, the female reopened her eyes, pulling a black hair tie off her right wrist and finger combing her hair with her nails as she gathered it in one hand before tying her hair back, beginning to carefully navigate around the rusted parts of Duel Runners, Duel Disks and old scrap metal alike. Her sapphire eyes scanned the area around her, carefully examining for any parts that could be retrieved and repaired. As a citizen of Underground City, she was responsible for repairing prosthetics, helping those who needed her most. In fact, it wasn't unusual for her to be scowering the Junkyard for any salvageable parts.

This day, however, there were specific parts she was looking for. She carefully stepped into a clear spot, squatting down to pick up a part, examining it. 'Looks good so far.... Little bit of rust and it’s a bit broken, but thankfully, it's nothing I can't fix.' The young woman thought as she placed the part in her bag before continuing her search. As she gathered parts, her mind wandered, a small smile appearing on her face as she remembered the first time she watched a Turbo Duel....

At the time, she was a mere 3-year-old, getting startled out of of a nap by the sound of engines revving in a video playing on something nearby her. She slowly slid off the bed she was sleeping on and waddled toward the sound. She found her older brother, who had been 10 at the time, studying a video. "Liiia, wha you doing?" She asked him, rubbing her eyes with one hand while dragging a security blanket behind her with the other. Liam, her older brother, smiled down at her. He had their father's dark hair, jet black as coal, but they both had their mother's jade flecked sapphire blue eyes.

"Come over here and I'll show you, baby bird." He spoke, holding out his hands for her. She reached up for him and he picked her up, making her giggle as he tickled her sides a bit, setting her down on his lap before her eyes caught sight of what was on the screen in front of her.

"I summon Junk Synchron!" One of the duelists in the video shouted.

"Whas that?" She'd asked him.

"This is a Turbo Duel. See, these duelists have these special motorcycles called Duel Runners, and they use them to race around an arena to duel. That one," He pointed to the one on the red Duel Runner. "Is Yusei Fudo."

"Yuusay!" She giggled, copying her brother.

"Yep, that's right. And that," He pointed to the duelist on the white Duel Runner. "Is Jack Atlas."

"Jack." She repeated, watching the Duel with wide eyes while her older brother took notes for his class. Suddenly, the picture on the video went black. "Where they go?" She asked.

"Nobody knows what happened between what you saw and what happened just now... All we know is that Yusei was declared the winner when the picture came back." Liam told her.

"Oh... Liiia, can I duel too someday?" She asked, being pulled into a hug by her older brother.

"Maybe one day, little Phoenix." Liam told her as her little arms wrapped around him. "Maybe one day."

'I wish you were here, Liam...' She thought, bringing herself out of the bittersweet memories of a once happy past as she raised her metal arm. Taking off her glove for a moment, her slender fingers pressed a couple buttons on her robotic arm to pull up a holographic screen. She swiped to the right a couple times before zooming in a bit on the blueprint she was looking for, looking over her design and crossing off the parts she needed as she found them. Years of studying previous blueprints from Duel Disks led to the young girl creating her own, making adjustments and upgrading the design to give it a more modern, unique touch. She continued navigating the Junkyard, picking up the parts she saw that either were intact or easily fixable. Once the building process was complete for her Duel Disk, the next part was the testing phase. If this prototype passed the test, it would revolutionize Duel Monsters forever...

'One day at a time, Yuko Adonis.' Yuko shook her head, clearing the building excitement from her mind. 'Don't count your chickens before they hatch...' Just as she picked up the last part she needed and crossed it off her list, she was blinded by the sunlight reflecting off something. Blinking rapidly, she adjusted her position to get a better look at what was causing it. Something white was poking out of one of the piles of scrap metal. 'What the deck is that? ' Yuko asked herself, raising an eyebrow before she carefully trecked toward it. Once she reached the object, she carefully removed as much of the debris from on top of it as she could, surprised by what she found, but knowing she should have expected it...

It was torn apart, the dueling system itself trashed, some parts were missing while others were either broken or rusted beyond repair, and the tires looked a little low on air, but there was no doubt that what Yuko was looking at had once been the Phoenix Whirlwind, the Duel Runner of the former King of Turbo Duels himself... Jack Atlas. Yuko knelt beside it, running her hand along the Runner. She could practically feel the duels it had been through, could hear Jack's voice pumping up the crowds as he ran laps around the old Kaiba Dome back in his day...

'This doesn't belong here... Not really...' Yuko examined the Duel Runner a bit closer. It would take some effort, but it was possible to get it to her garage. There, she could examine the complete damage and determine whether or not she could actually fix it. Making up her mind, Yuko cleared the scrap metal from around the tire, grabbed the handle bars and began pushing the Duel Runner toward the doorway to Underground City. Could she fix it? Her usual answer to that question would have been an immediate yes, however, this was the one thing she wasn't so sure she could fix, but she sure was going to try.

No way could she give up on a piece of Duel Monsters history...

#fanmade original #Yu-Gi-Oh!#Yuko Adonis #Renegade #Dracnus #DracTech

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At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral {Isla - Self Para, ft Alistair}

Isla, the self pronounced functioning alcoholic, immune to hangovers. Had woken up with a fucking hangover. How the hell had that happened? Isla blamed Luca. No, she blamed herself. Her insomnia had flared up tremendously when Luca disappeared on her but more so now that he was gone. She was plagued by nightmares of his death, of memories with him. And she sometimes had dreams of a future she could never have with him. All of which resulted in her waking in a fit of tears. She couldn’t get a wink of sleep without alcohol in her system, she couldn’t cope without it. Despite this.. All Isla wanted was more alcohol. More alcohol to forget the thoughts that plagued her of her dead ex-boyfriend. More alcohol to make her forget about Scarlet’s lost humanity. More alcohol to put her in a world much better than the one she is in now.

Isla groaned as rolled over on her bed, in nothing but Luca’s varsity sweatshirt and a pair of panties, inwardly cursing the sunlight which was splitting through her long windows with something of a vengeance this morning. How had things gotten to that point? The reasoning part of her brain seemed to be humming in worry, but she shut it off, determinedly. So what? It was probably for the better. Besides, it’s not like anyone would have to chastise her about it. The closest ones would not be there this time. Luca was gone, dead and no longer in her life, Scarlet had lost all her humanity and was on a killing frenzy. And her father had his own baggage to deal with right now. Not to mention he was trying to track down his fiances movements and help her return to her former self. And the last conversation she intended to have with Asher would be about her coping mechanisms. No way... Despite his best efforts to blow up her phone and reach out to her, she had turned her phone off and turned her back on the world.

Besides, if alcohol helped muddy the thoughts in her mind just enough to make them all bearable, perhaps that was a good thing. Something to be grateful for. Better than dealing with them, anyway. She was in mourning and she couldn’t cope. Isla raised the glass of water in a mocking toast to herself before draining it quickly.

Isla sat up on the bed, pulling Luca’s sweatshirt up to her nose and inhaling his scent. It was his personal scent mix with his cologne, still there but fading just like Luca himself. He’d worn it one last time before he passed away and she was grateful that she had some part of him to keep close. It was all she had left of him, as all the rest of his belongings were still at his parents home. Isla could feel tears starting to build in the corners of her eyes and she gazed up at the ceiling, willing them to go away. Her icy blue eyes were already puffy and swollen, rimmed with tears. Today was the funeral and she had to keep it together, for Luca’s sake. She wasn’t sure if Scarlet or her father would be there. So someone needed to be. Someone needed to see Luca off, remind him that he was loved and wouldn’t quickly be forgotten.

Isla had places to go today and the world would not wait on a hangover. Isla forced herself to take a quick shower and slipped on a little black dress and finished her morning routine, applying her lipstick just so. At least she’d be presenting an impeccable front for the world to see - after all, appearances were all that mattered sometimes. No one bothered to look beyond that.

Slipping on her black high heels, Isla grabbed her purse before walking out the door. She’d take the long route today. Through the forest. Maybe the hangover would recede by the time she got to the funeral. It was unseasonably cold, and spitting lightly as though the skies themselves were crying at the loss of Luca. Isla walked through the clearing and made a beeline for the small family owned coffee stand in front of the chapel and ordered a large latte.

It felt bittersweet to have his funeral at the place where he’d died. But Hollowbrook was a small town and the only other chapel was on the other side of town. It would be much too far of a trek and he deserved his final resting place to be alongside his parents. With the other Deluax’s. Where his loved ones could visit him, leave flowers at his gravestone and mourn him. Isla had promised herself that she would bring flowers to his gravestone as often as she possibly could, to keep his memory alive.

Isla received her coffee and sat down on a bench, she pulled a flask of whiskey out of her purse and poured a couple of shots worth into her latte. One of the churchgoers fixed her with a judgemental glance, and approached her. “The only alcohol that should be consumed in this chapel is the communal wine! You should be ashamed!” the unnamed women yelled, garnering some attention from passerbys as they too stepped into the chapel.

“If you don’t shut your mouth... The next thing to come out of it is your teeth..” Isla spat in a low voice, as she stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder. She already had a throbbing headache as it was, without this women yelling at her. “It’s an Irish coffee for fuck sakes!” Isla mumbled under her breath as she quickly downed her latte and threw away the disposable cup before stepping into the chapel.

Luca’s casket was at the front of the chapel, she’d opted for an open casket so his loved ones could lay eyes on him one last time. He was donning a black suit and tie, with a crisp white undershirt. She’d never seen him in a suit before the wedding. It was so unlike his usual style, Luca would hate it. If he had it his way he’d be wearing a simple gamer tee and a pair of sweatpants. His hair was perfectly arranged and brushed to one side, framing his face gently. He was still paler than usual, but they’d clearly added some make-up to hide his bruising and decomposition, giving his face a natural amount of rosiness. He looked peaceful, laying in the casket with his hands resting naturally at his sides. Isla approached the casket and gasped, cupping a hand over her mouth to hold back a broken sob. He looked handsome, he always was. Isla’s breath hitched in her throat, and her icy blue eyes softened as they rested on Luca’s body. Isla had promised herself that she wouldn’t cry, that she’d keep her composure and she’s always been able to do just that. But today.. Today it was just too much to handle. She could feel the tears already building up in the corners of her eyes, brimming them and causing her vision to blur.

“Hello, my love..” Isla started, cautiously removing her hand from her mouth hoping no oncoming sobs would escape her mouth. “How the hell.. could you do this to me? How the hell do you expect me to survive without you? Who even am I without you? You can’t be gone.. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Why? Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave me?” Isla demanded, the tears flowing freely now, she knew her voice was raising in decibels rapidly but she didn’t care. “Why Why Why?” Isla sobbed, as she looked down at her lover, her best friend, her everything. A feeling of rage swelled up inside her, for being robbed of him. “I love you Luca... So goddamn much. You were my soul mate. If humans could imprint.. I’m pretty damn sure I did.. on you.” Isla giggled though it was congested by her tears, coming out more as a sound akin to a broken sob. “I hope you’re at peace now..” Isla rested a hand delicately on his, it was pale and stone cold. So goddamn unlike Luca. “Goodbye..” Isla whispered, lowering her head and closing her eyes with tear stained cheeks.

Isla felt a hand on her shoulder and recoiled, it was the pastor informing her that the ceremony was about to begin. Isla took a seat at the front pew, beside her was her father. But Scarlet was nowhere to be seen. She’d suspected this might be the case as Scarlet had taken off shortly after the wedding, overwhelmed with grief of her brothers dead. He was the last remaining family member she had and she was unable to cope with the loss. Her last ounce of humanity had been shed and she had gone on a killing frenzy. It had been all over the news and it was how Alistair tried to track her down. She’d rocked the small town of Hollowbrook, it was everywhere in the newspapers and on the television. Werewolves attacks, vampire attacks, all coldblooded, all carried out by Scarlet. Not that the media knew that part. But it had garnered so much media attention that more hunters had gathered to Hollowbrook looking to stop her path of destruction. Werewolves and vampires feared the folklores of the hybrid with the insatiable thirst for death. They were very careful to remain together in packs, especially during the full moon. Alistair was working on seeking her out and trying to bring her humanity back before someone killed her. But he himself was mourning also, he’d forged a special sort of friendship with Luca before he’d passed away. And he felt as though he lost something akin to a son. Though Alistair could never confess that as he didn’t feel it was his place to take away from anyone elses grief. Especially Islas or Scarlets.

Alistair slung an arm around Isla’s shoulder and she leaned into it gratefully, resting her head on her fathers shoulder. She was thankful to have him at her side today. It would’ve been too hard to attend this funeral on her own and she hadn’t been in contact with Asher since the wedding. The church service started as the pastor began his eulogy.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, baby girl... I’m here. Whatever you need.” Alistair whispered to his daughter, trying not to interrupt the beautiful eulogy the pastor was giving.

“We are here today to show our love and support for Luca’s very precious family. Not only have we sensed our own personal feelings of loss over young Luca’s passing, but our hearts have been drawn toward them, and will continue to be with them.” the pastor started, gazing out solemnly over the small group gathered in the pews. The funeral hadn’t garnered many people to come together but most of his loved ones were present and mourning.

“I need Luca.. That’s all I ever needed.. a-a-and now he’s gone.” Isla responded without missing a beat, her eyes not leaving the pastor at all. She licked her lips and noticed that her father had dropped his head at her comment. “S-Sorry, dad.. I know you’re hurting too, you guys were close..” Isla added, and it wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Luca had told her before he passed away how indebted he was to Alistair for believing in him and helping him get on the right track. He’d singlehandedly helped Luca kick his addiction with his support. “He told me. You believed in him when no one else did.. And was so goddamn grateful. You gave him a second chance and he thought of you as a father...” Isla added, as she placed a hand on top of her fathers and watched him cup his free hand over his eyes and try to hide his tears. Isla silently handed him a tissue, and he wiped at his tears vigorously, trying to quell them. She’d never seen her father cry before today, but she wasn’t judging him.

“I miss him so goddamn much.. He was a good kid and he shouldn’t have gone out like this.. He deserved so much better.” Alistair sobbed, knowing it ate him up inside not knowing how he’d met such a fate. His death had been so sudden, it felt like Alistair was talking to him one moment and suddenly he was gone. He’d left such a hole in all of their lives and they were all reeling.

“Finally, we are here today to seek and to receive comfort. We would be less than honest if we said that our hearts have not ached over this situation. We are not too proud to acknowledge that we have come here today trusting that God would minister to our hearts, and give us strength as we continue in our walk with Him. It is our human nature to want to understand everything now, but TRUST requires that we lean and rely heavily on God even when things seem unclear.” He finished his eulogy and his eyes fell on Isla, seated in the front row. “Luca’s sister Scarlet couldn’t be here today.. So Isla will say a few words.”

Isla could feel all eyes fall on her as she stepped up to the podium, overlooking all the pews. “I remember the first time I met Luca.. He was so kind and sweet.. I was infatuated -- how could I not be?” Isla was silent for a moment, thoughtful, as her lips spread into a bittersweet smile. From the moment she’d laid eyes on that boy, she’d been in love with him. Her heart knew it and it just took the rest of her body some time to catch up. She’d been so innately protective of him beyond what you would even be for a friend. “He was always so raw, rough and unbridled.. Luca had this intensity about him.. Like nothing I’ve ever seen before or since him.. And he was too good for this world, and because of that the world eventually crushed him.. I truly believe that. Maybe that’s why he left us... to join the other angels..” Isla swallowed, struggling to further words out now. She forced herself to continue. She knew it seemed far-fetched but he was truly her angel. “And I never thought.. that I would be talking at his funeral.. I’ve talked at far too many of these..” Isla sobbed, falling apart now in front of the crowd that had garnered for his funeral. She tried to regain her resolve and finish her speech, but she was struggling. “We all love you.. so much Luca... And you’ll be sorely missed..”

Alistair listened to Isla’s eulogy and could feel another onslaught of tears flowing down his cheeks. He rested a hand down on the empty pew beside him and felt a twinge in his heart. He wished Scarlet was here, she should be here. She should be sending her little brother, Luca off to the afterlife with them. While everything Isla had said was beautiful and heartfelt, it should’ve been Scarlet up there speaking about her brother. No one had known him better than she had. She had raised the boy and made him into the man he was. Yes, he’d known a lot of pain his life and he’d gone off the rails a bit. But he’d more than redeemed himself. After he completed rehabilitation Alistair had such high hopes for the boy who looked to be getting his life back on track. He was going to move out, find his own place and get a job. He was going to finally live by his own terms. Alistair wished he could’ve said goodbye, told him that he was loved or at the very least he wished he’d hugged the boy. He’d been so focused on his own big day, on getting married, that his last minutes with Luca had been so fleeting. He’d tied his tie for him and sent him on his way. Maybe if he’d just spoken to him for a bit longer he wouldn’t have met the cruel fate he did. He would still be with them, alive and well. And his wife-to-be wouldn’t have lost her last ounce of humanity. All the possibilities and factors to Luca’s death kept Alistair up at night. He knew that what had happened wasn’t Luca’s fault as the police had assumed. It had been ruled an accidental death, that he’d tripped and lost his footing. That he’d broken his neck during the fall and died. Nothing about that sounded right to Alistair. And while Scarlet had accepted it, he would not. Once he got Scarlet back, he’d vowed to himself that they make the culprit pay. He would not get away with what he’d done to Luca.

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