#thoughts for the extra part will come later cause!! fuck!!
Text
Episode 33 reaction!
*incoherent screaming*
WHY DID THEY MAKE THIS CUTE. WHY DOES IT WORK. I LOVE IT.
Yor talks about how they'll just put them in that inflatable boat and then go to the other ship, but would that really work with the amount of assassins on board? All they'd need to do would be fire with a sniper while the trio were boarding.
Anyway. Caught by the smell, after all. And indeed Yor doesn't seem to have a scent that super-smeller Turtleneck Guy can pick up. Interesting!
I love how Anya didn't even have to negotiate this. She wasn't even direct about it.
Also, it looks like Anya got a little more comfortable hearing a myriad of passionate thoughts around her? Like, remember episode three, where she passed out from the amount of thoughts around her. Here she didn't seem bothered at all and thought she could "look around" for Yor's thoughts. Is that a sign that she's getting stronger and gaining more control of her power?
I love how Yor saw the two guys standing by the hallway and went like "These are probably assassins" and they were indeed assassins.
Okay. This spread is hilarious, with all the different expressions side by side, and I'm glad I had the manga in a physical copy and could see it in all its glory XD
It was so sweet, how Olka tried to calm down Gram 🥺 the voice actress did such a great work there!
They actually fit three full chapters and one short chapter in one episode, and it still didn't feel rushed, what the hell! Like they took their time showing everything. This is amazing.
I love how Gram got excited over jumping around in Yor's arms XD
The sniper got an order to kill the baby too, if possible! The fuck!
Setting a fight between assassins - which includes a lot of shooting - amidst a firework show is brilliant. The plain guests had no idea what was happening just a few meters away from them.
AND YOR GOT HURT!
The difference between their reactions at the other dodging was hilarious. The sniper went like "She dodged that???!?!" and Yor was like "Aw shucks, he dodged it."
Then. Yor. Fucking. DESTROYED. A DAGGER WITH HER BARE FINGERNAILS. What the actual fuck! (I accidentally typo-ed "bear fingernails" there but was it actually incorrect? This woman is a beast!)
And Gram is still having fun! Fireworks? Time to cry. People trying to kill them? Laughing his heart out :D
My god! The assassins coming out, and Yor doing her tricks with her stilettos before preparing her stance? The animators really understand the assignment!
Some good quick action there, McMahon coming to their help and I THINK I MIGHT HAVE SCREAMED WHEN ZEB GOT HIT.
Like they were actually falling and I was like. Please tell me he wore a bulletproof vest. Please tell me he won't die. PLEASE DON'T DIE ;_;
So yeah. I was so relieved to see he had a vest. And it's also funny that they took a humorous tone with that. A bit of an emotional whiplash was expected there XD
There's so much good animation there I can't even begin to comment on it. I'll have to gif a lot tomorrow :D Probably :D
Anyway. THEY MESSED WITH THE WRONG BITCH
Glorious.
McMahon cleaning up! Both preparing to fuck shit up!
I love how Yor apologized for using a guy's dead body as a shield from bullets. Kindness over all!
And then Loid wondering why Anya is still so excited after a long show of fireworks. He would lose his mind as a modern parent whose child could listen to Baby Shark a million times in a row.
A literal bloodshow ensues! Yor killing guy after guy and McMahon cleaning up after her!
Meanwhile, Anya and Loid enjoy the fireworks, and the office dudes win a fortune. Wins all around!
Though shit! The mace guy broke one of Yor's stilettos! Sacrilege!
They didn't pull back. With the soft song accompanying the action, we then get a hilarious (!!) montage of Yor taking out the assassins one by one and HOW DO THEY DO THAT. How is the humor in this show so effective I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. Like, Endo's writing is funny in and of itself, but then the anime manages to pick up from that and use make it over the top! I love it.
Turtleneck guy thinks he's in the position to judge Yor??? Shut up my dude.
So McMahon is a pretty traditional dude, huh. Interesting. And did Turtleneck Guy really go like, "No, YOU will be eaten by sharks!" Like was that the best you could do XD
But then! Things get deeply serious! McMahon isn't dead, is he? O_O (don't answer)
Oh my god there's so much more I can barely comment! The katana guy being over the top! Yor worrying over breaking Loid and Anya's hearts! BECAUSE SHE'LL DIE. The haircut moment XD
But then Yor had her moment of wondering and then got her ass kicked and shit.
It is not clear in the anime, but it looks like in the manga Yor ripped the earring off her earlobe to stop Turtleneck Guy from moving on.
It's kind of tragic, how the Briar siblings ended up. Yor got into a dangerous, soul-eating job to protect Yuri's carefree life, and Yuri, seeing the sacrifices she made for him, did the same for her. They're so desperate to protect each other from the evils of the world, because they're all they have...
But now she's got even more of a motive...
So what if I cry? What if I dissolve into a puddle of tears and feels? So what? T_T
WHAT IF I LOSE MY MIND. BECAUSE HE DOES UNDERSTAND. IT'S THE VERY SAME THING HE DOES.
One last moment of logic that yes, she did rip her earlobe.
And now I continue screaming. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
100 notes
·
View notes
Note
Can you write something where Joel is trying not to fuck you (maybe because of your age or something), and then he caves out of pure horniness. I seriously have a kink for always in control men - losing control.
Thank you for the message!! I hope you like this little story!
title: the babysitter
pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x babysitter!female reader
rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)
content warnings/tags: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), age difference (21F and 36M), power imbalance dynamics, begging, pet names, oral sex (f receiving), kinda perv Joel, no use of y/n.
You’re asleep on the couch when Joel comes home from a night at the bar with Tommy. The TV casts a blue glow over your soft features. Your plush pink lips are slightly parted, and your tits remain barely covered by the tank top you wore over that evening to babysit Sarah.
You’ve been Sarah’s babysitter since you were eighteen and Joel was desperate to find a balance between being a single father and getting the chance to spend some time out with his friends and brother, usually at a dive bar shooting pool like they did tonight. His neighbor had recommended you, a sweet young girl who just graduated high school and worked as a babysitter for extra cash while attending the community college.
Now you were approaching twenty-one, a whole fifteen years his junior. Something Joel has to remind himself on nights like tonight, when his eyes greedily roam across your exposed skin and commit the view of your nipples straining against your tight tank top to memory.
He’s had a few drinks tonight. Nothing crazy, but he feels the buzz in his veins as he continues to watch you. You shift positions, turning more on your back and raising your arms up, the motion exposing a strip of stomach above the waistband of the shorts you’d worn.
Joel can normally tamp down the thoughts he has about you, sweeping them under a metaphorical rug to be ignored. But tonight, he lets himself drink his fill, storing it away for later.
Surely there’s no harm in that?
He needs to wake you up, needs to hand you the handful of twenties and walk you to your car, just like he does every other evening you babysit for him. He reaches a hand out to grip your shoulder, giving it a gentle shake. Your brow furrows, but you otherwise don’t stir. He lets his palm linger in your warm skin, swallowing down the urge to drag his hand lower, to cup your breast in his palm and see if a pinch of your nipple makes your back arch in ecstasy.
He tries another shake, followed by a murmur of your name. That has you blinking up at him, eyes heavy with sleep.
“Mr. Miller? What times’it?” You slur. He checks his watch.
“Just past 12,” he tells you. His hand is still on your shoulder.
“Oh. I’m sorry I fell asleep,” you tell him with a yawn. “Guess I didn’t realize how tired I was.”
You lick your lips, staring up at him. His brain is screaming at him to remove his hand, to take a step back and take a breath, to remind himself that you’re the babysitter.
But your head tilts, appraising him. Keen eyes stare back at him like you know exactly what he’s thinking.
“Mr. Miller?” You ask again, voice breathier. Joel’s fingers flex against your skin. You press your shoulders into the couch cushion, the movement causing his hand to drift lower, the tips of his fingers just grazing the flesh of your breast.
Your breathing becomes rapid, but you remain still. Joel swallows harshly, his fingers inching the slightest bit lower. Your lashes flutter as he slips the tip of his pinky beneath the neckline of your tank top.
He takes a harsh breath, ready to withdraw his hand and chalk this up to a brief moment of insanity, but as he tries to move away, your hands grip his wrist.
“I can’t do this, honey,” Joel says. You whine, tilting your head back.
“Please?” You ask. Your hands release his wrist, and Joel knows he should hold strong.
But then your own hands are drifting down your body, caressing your curves before dipping beneath the waist of your shorts. Joel’s heart beats a mile a minute, a frantic pulsing in his chest as he watches you with unwavering focus.
Your hips jolt as your fingers swipe against your clit. His view is hindered by your shorts and he wants nothing more than to remove them and replace your fingers with his.
“It’s okay, Mr. Miller,” you say, eyes wide as you stare up at him. “You can touch me. I want it.”
“No,” Joel says, but it sounds weak even to his own ears. And you notice it, too.
“Please,” you beg. Your hips grind against your hand. “I’ll be such a good girl for you.”
Joel’s eyes flutter closed as he takes a deep, steadying breath. In through his nose, out through his mouth.
“You’re too young for me, darlin’,” he finally says. He lifts his hand from your shoulder and you give a sad little whine that has him grinding his teeth together.
“Why are you being so mean?” You accuse.
“You don’t know what mean is.”
“Why don’t you show me, then?”
You remove your hand from your shorts. Even in the dim light of the TV he can see the unmistakable shimmer of your slick coating your fingers. When you spread them, a thin thread stretches between your digits.
He watches it stretch to its limit before snapping. And much like that thread of fluid, the last of his control snaps, too.
“Take off your shorts,” Joel says. When you don’t move he snaps, “Don’t make me ask again.”
That gets you moving, your hips lifting from the cushions so that your hands can shove your shorts down to your ankles. You gaze up at him, waiting for instruction.
Joel moves your outer leg off the couch, your foot settling on the floor. He kneels between the new space and lets his hungry eyes consume you.
“Dirty girl,” he murmurs. He collects the saliva on his tongue, spitting it harshly against your pussy, your body jolting and your head dropping back with a moan. “Quiet. You gotta be quiet, okay.”
You nod your head quickly, teeth digging against your lip to make good on your promise. Satisfied, Joel leans down and licks a broad stripe through your slick folds, the tip of his tongue dipping into your entrance before he drags it up to circle your clit.
You’re writhing beneath him as he attends to your needy cunt, your whimpers such music to his ears that he doesn’t have the heart to tell you to be quiet again.
Your fingers grip his shoulders, the bite of your nails into the thick muscle making him groan against your center. He can feel your hole flutter against his tongue and takes the opportunity to slip a finger into your tight heat.
You gasp, back arching as you shatter around
him, cunt pulsing deliciously around his finger. He’d love nothing more than to feel you around his cock.
But this has already gone too far.
He withdraws his hand, reaching down to grab your shorts and pull them up your legs. Your brow furrows in confusion.
“What are you doing?” You ask.
“It’s time you head home,” he says, not daring to meet your eyes. You’re still and quiet for so long he finally chances a glance.
To his surprise, your lips are tilted into a smirk. You shuffle onto your knees, bringing yourself face to face with him. You reach for his hand, keeping your eyes trained to his as you slip the finger coated in your release into your mouth.
You hum, and Joel has to fight the moan clawing its way up his throat. You release his finger with a slick pop before rising to stand.
“I’ll see you next week, Mr. Miller,” you say casually.
#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller fic#joel miller smut#joel miller x female reader#joel miller fanfiction#no use of y/n#joel miller x you#joel tlou#fic request
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
Could you write ghost and somno?
lieutenant simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader.
warnings: somnophilia
extra: so sorry this took so long to get out!!
MASTERLIST
“Fuck, bird – forgot how much I love doin’ this to ya.”
His voice was low and gravelly, sounding from the base of his throat as he did his best to stay quiet to allow your beauty rest while urging on your arousal. Simon was no idiot: he knew the exact feeling his voice brought onto your body, onto your mind. Conscious or not, you knew the sound of your lover and the familiar feeling of giddiness filling out your body.
The soft, brown tint of his large eyes flickered from your body to your face, anxiety beginning to creep into his body. As much as he wanted to fulfill the fantasy he’d dreamt of for the last few days, he felt terrible. He had your consent of course, but if you lost sleep because of him? Simon would never forgive himself.
He loved the feeling of secrecy as he took you while you rested, the gentle lift and fall of your body as sleep overtook your senses made you look ethereal. The scruffy feeling of his freshly trimmed beard scratched against your temple, causing you to squirm a bit in your sleep. A soft giggly-mumble came from you as Simon pressed a kiss to your head.
The Brits fingers were thick, hardened with callouses after years of training and handling, and as much as you despised his work you loved how thick his hands were. Often times, when he would get overwhelmed you would take him hand and simply kiss the scars that littered his skin. It was unfamiliar to him but welcomed hesitantly.
When you first brought up the concept of somno, Simon turned his nose away from it harshly. Taking you for his own pleasure without being able to even speak to you? He could never. Part of what got him turned on was hearing the pretty little noises you made. You sat down with him, holding his hand and looking into his eyes as you smiled nervously.
It took a lot of convincing but he did eventually come around to it. You told him that he had your full consent to do whatever he pleased to your body, as long as you’d let him do it while you were awake. Simple terms and conditions, so it was set in motion. The one thing that irked you is he wouldn’t tell you when he was going to do it, just that he was.
You didn’t mind, however, as it added to the anticipation that flooded your veins when you thought of it. It added to the fear you felt - a good fear - that your man was going to ravage you within the later hours of the night. A piece of you simply wishes that you could hear when unconscious, because by God did you love his voice.
“This tight cunt… fuck…”
His words were muttered underneath the harshness of his accent as one of his hands reached up, tracing the gentleness of your cheek as his eyes softened. You practically nuzzled into the warmth of his palm, mumbling out his name amidst your sleep as if you knew it was him. The gentle drag of his thumb against the your cheekbone as you sighed out; you were like an ambrosia to him.
“Gunna fuck you so hard, birdie… ain’t gunna be able to stop myself…”
written by storiesbysoup© 2023. I do not condone anyone translating my works and/or stealing them.
#ghost x reader#simon riley smut#simon riley#ghost#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#call of duty#call of duty: modern warfare 2#call of duty: modern warfare ii#cod#cod: mw2#cod ghost#cod: mw2 ghost#ghost smut#cod smut
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
“Her and Soap would make a good couple, no?” Alejandro smirked, watching as you and the Scot took turns drowning each other in the pool.
“No they wouldn’t.” Ghost said quickly. A little too quick. Price chuckled knowing exactly what was running through his head.
“Why not? I don’t think I’ve seen Soap laugh so much and they seem pretty affectionate with each other.” Alejandro continued. It’s true, you and Soap were a bit touchy touchy but in a headlock and kick each other type of way.
“They’re friends- nothin’ more.” Ghost was growing annoyed of this conversation. He couldn’t blame Alejandro though. From outside eyes you and Soap could be seen as a good pair. Simon hated the thought of anyone thinking you were with anyone but him- yet he did almost nothing to make it seem like you were with him. Only the most observant people- such as Price- noticed the little things Ghost did for you. The way he always carried extra of your ammo in case you ran out. The way he always made extra of his breakfast for you to have some too. The way he would put up a fight when Price wanted to send you on a mission without him.
“I’d have to agree with Ghost on this one.” Captain sighed, standing up from his chair. He patted Ghost on the shoulder. “I’m gonna get started on lunch.”
“I’ll go with you!” Alejandro and Rudy were quick to stand up.
“What you don’t trust me?” Price raised a brow.
“Well I don’t know if you brits are very well known for you food.” Alejandro chuckled, wrapping an arm around Prices shoulder.
“You kiddin’? You know how many cooking show take place in England?”
Ghost sunk down in his seat and tugged at his balaclava. The heat was getting to him. Plus the way you, Soap and Gaz splashed around in the pool looked so refreshing.
“Hey Lieu?” You swam up to the side of the pool, resting your arms on the hot surface. “You sure you don’t want to come in the pool? I could use some back up in here.” God how he loved your smile. It was almost enough for him to rip his clothes off and hop in. It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen his face before. You were a jack of all trades- one of the trades being medicine. You had treated him for a head injury a while back and the way you accidentally called him handsome made it easy for him to take his mask off in front of you. It was the rest of him he was worried about. The bullet wounds on his abdomen. The burn mark across his chest. The deep angry scars all over his back- and all over him really. He wasn’t ready for you to know how fucked up he really was. He didn’t- couldn’t scare you off. So here he was. Sitting in a lawn chair, drinking a bourbon, in a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt.
“Lieu?” You repeated. He knocked himself out of his trance.
“No, I’m alright.” He took another swig of his drink trying to drown out your pouty lip.
“Alright.” You sighed. “I was hoping we could’ve formed an alliance. I’m getting tired of Bubble Boy and his attitude!” You yelled the last part, causing Soap to shoot you in the head with a water gun.
“You’re just mad cause I’m winning!” Soap yelled.
“She’s kicking your arse.” Ghost shouted. His comment caused a whole new wave of competitiveness between you and the Scot- so much so that Gaz stepped out not wanting to get a black eye.
“I feel like we should be filming this.” Gaz chuckled, pulling out his phone. It was quite entertaining watching two highly trained soldier go after each other with water guns.
About an hour later Alejandro announced lunch.
“Thank god! I’m starving!” You groaned, pulling yourself out of the pool. Ghost suddenly decided the sky was much more interesting to look at than your dripping body. When he looked back down, he had to stop a groan from leaving his lips. There you were- wearing his shirt. His shirt. It was plain black- but had L.T Ghost printed on the back. His insides were swarming, and he barely had any time to process as you ran inside to start eating. He needed to stay there for a moment. He needed to calm down. He wasn’t use to this. Such little things completely throwing him off. He looked down, noticing how his bag and your bag were so close, that’s when he noticed another black clothing item. He grabbed it, holding it up. It was another entirely too big for you black shirt. The one that was probably suppose to be your cover up. So it was a mistake. You meant to grab yours but instead you grabbed his extra shirt. That helped ease the tension in his eyes. He should’ve known you were too good of a girl to be such a tease.
••••••••
The sun had finally started to set. All of you were still coming out of your food coma, and spread all over the house to digest. Times like this were your favorite. Eating delicious food. Hearing and sharing stories with your almost chosen family. Now here you were sprawled out on the tile, your feet dangling in the water as you stared at the pink sky.
“You against company?” Simon asked. You lifted your head to see him sticking his head out the door. You quickly shook your head, giving him a smile. He grabbed a chair and sat down next to you. He followed your gaze and looked up at the sky. Your eyes left the sky in favor of his jawline. He had taken off his mask to eat and couldn’t be bothered to put it back on.
Feeling your eyes on him he looked down to meet your gaze. The mask wasn’t able to hide his emotions anymore- not that you caught the obvious adoration across his face. Your eyes traced over the scar that extended from his cheekbone down to the corner of his lip. He watched you watch him- knowing exactly what you were looking at. Yet he didn’t feel insecure. You had a glint in your eye, it wasn’t judgement or pity. The closest thing he could compare it to was understanding. You didn’t feel sorry for him. You didn’t look at him with any disgust. You just admired it. Like people would a painting that they couldn’t quite understand but enjoyed the feeling it gave them nonetheless. You enjoyed the feelings he gave you. The security you felt with him. You knew instinctually that he would always be there. Guiding you. Watching you. Protecting you. Making your day better- even in the smallest ways. His scars were assurance of that. He’d always fight his way out to be there.
The look in your eyes made it possible for him to say something he’d wanted to all day.
“Wanna go for a swim?” He asked.
#d0youc0py#doyoucopy#cod#cod men#cod mw2#cod mwf2#cod x reader#fluff#sfw#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#fem reader#simon x reader#johnny mactavish#john price#alejandro cod#female reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Piercings (Sanji x Reader)
I’ve fallen down the one-piece rabbit hole and most likely have a new hyperfixation I don't care they’re all hot and I will write like my life depends on it. Anyway, ENJOY SOME SANJI 💃🏾✨
Pt.2 out now! (18+)
Warnings: flirting, heavy touching, mentions of needles, kissing omg so scary
You're leaning against the bathroom sink, trying your damdest to keep a steady hand while you try and slide the needle through the skin of your lip. This wasn’t your first rodeo, considering you have plenty of piercings from your past. Whether it was a manic episode, a silly little impulse decision, or one you'd been wanting for a while, you had them.
Being out on the ocean didn’t really leave you a chance to go and get them done by someone in a shop but you picked up tips and knew what to do for the most part. Besides, if you messed up, you'd just have a little story to tell about it later!
You focused, taking one swift, deep breath before letting the metal into your skin, moving calculated with the jewelry, eyes watching a bit from the shock. This one was a bit easier since you’d had them before and the holes had closed. Observing your face with a smile, satisfied with your work you exit the bathroom.
As far as you knew the only other person with a semi noticeable piercing was Zoro. And even though you two didn’t really bond over it, it was something you had in common. Nami had her ears pierced as well but that was cause you'd offered when she mentioned wanting them. Commotion from the kitchen slows you down and you can’t help but let curiosity get the best of you. It was most likely just Sanji making something for lunch.
“Good morning!” You announce, making your way to the countertop to take a seat.
As predicted, Sanji was focused on his craft, hands moving from different ingredients to one big pot and two smaller pans steaming away behind him. Nami waves and smiles in response as Luffy follows behind her, snatching up an orange before smiling your way.
"Good morning Y/n!" Luffy beams, the kitchen falling in silence once again when the pair leaves.
...does this mf not see you sitting here all pretty?
"Good morning to you too my beautiful, wonderfully glorious, super sexy, absolutely adored y/n" You state, albeit a bit teasing.
He looks up for a moment, not missing the way you had rolled your eyes at the fact that he hadn't bothered to return the acknowledgment to you.
"Good morning chérie." He smiles, always intrigued by your chipper yet, slightly flirtatious attitude.
When you first arrived, it was really just to be an extra set of hands and someone with a rather extensive knowledge of islands. Not to mention pretty damn good with the locals considering you were a people person much like your captain. Anyway, Sanji tried his hand at the compliments and pet names, but you always returned them with quick wit.
In all honesty, it shocked him, and soon you were engaged in a mutual flirtatious game of cat and mouse. Pet names became hushed compliments and whispers in one anothers ear. Brief touches became prolonged and damn could you two hold eye contact. At this point, it was basically an eye-fucking starting contest.
You grin at him, tucking your lower lip between your teeth.
Sanji paused for a moment to examine your face, four shiny dots along your lower lip, two on either side. He swallows hard, trying to shake himself out of his thoughts. What a pretty mouth.
"New piercings?" He questions, turning away from you and back to the stove.
You give a quick, "mhm!" and hop off to hover beside him.
"Shark bites, I mean, we are on the open ocean so why not!" You explain, leaning against the stove for a moment before jumping back with a hiss. Leave it to you to get injured while trying to mess around and chat in a busy kitchen!
It's instantaneous when Saji turns to see if you're injured, his own coming to yours to observe the burn. It wouldn't be the first item he's asked you to not mess around in here while he's working but you were so damn hardheaded, he knew this. But you just couldn't help it!
Unbeknownst to him, being around him and seeing him was the highlight of your day. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't developed feelings for the flirt. But considering he wasn't just flirty with just you, but Nami too, you'd made plenty of excuses and reasons to back off, even toning down your flirting a bit, thinking that you were getting in the way of who he really wanted.
It always killed you on the inside little bit, thinking of how one day maybe Nami would fall victim to his charm like you had. She'd be the one to whisper things to him, the one to press kisses to his face in adoration maybe. It was an odd way to punish yourself and keep your distance, imagining unrequited love but hey, to each their own.
However, unbeknownst to YOU as well, Sanji had developed a old-fashioned crush. How could he not! He loved the teasing, if he was being completely honest. He loved how you stayed just close enough to him to make his heart beat faster. He'd be more than happy to have you closer in all honesty. Pretty face, pretty personality, witty, fierce, bold as hell might he add.
Not to mention shawty got a body on her- Sanji redirects his focus, looking up into those pretty (e/c) eyes.
Taking your hand he pushed it under the icy water from he sink a silence washing over you.
His hands are bigger than yours, littered with scars as he rubs circles over the top of your hand in comfort. You swallow hard, trying to distract yourself from how warm his grasp feels on your wrist. Gentle but warm, contrasting with the harsh water. He's focused, lips and teeth fiddling with a small silver sphere while he turns the water off and grabs the aid kit beside him.
"Sanji." You breathe out, searching his eyes and lips briefly.
"Stick out your tongue....please?" You ask, seeing him swallow hard, ears flushed red., heat spreading to his cheeks. He doesn't follow through with the request.
Using your free hand, you follow the curve of his jaw before using your thumb to slide down his lips. Soft.
"I'll show mine if you show yours." You offer, letting your tongue slide over your lips deceivingly.
He's got this damn irresistible puppy look in his eyes, his lips parking only a bit before he sticks his tongue out, the silver shining in the kitchen light.
You bit your lower lip for a moment, letting your tongue do the same, only for him to find that it was split. He stopped dressing your hand now, the pain greatly dulled with a new distraction.
"Any more surprise body mods I should know about?" Sanji questions, voice dripping with desire.
Keeping your distance was a joke at this point because you'd be damned if you did have your lips on him within the next 10 seconds.
"I could ask you the same. Though, you should take me out before you see what else I have on my body? Don't you think Sanji?" You whisper his name, testing the waters.
It doesn't take much else for him to lean forward, your lips connecting like puzzle pieces. It's a soft pec at first, but soon becomes hungry and consuming, his pierced tongue sliding over your split one. It's hotter in here, his body caging you in, your hands fighting between staying on him, or resting against the countertop for support.
The tobacco on his tongue is addicting, just as much as the way he makes a point to make you feel the small metal sphere. There's only a moment to breathe, but when you do your right back on each other, this time, finding more stability with your arms around his neck, and his hands at your hips, thumbs tracing just above the curve of your ass. And then he feels it.
"Back dermals. Impulse decision but the backshots are nice."You hum, pulling at his lower let gently with your teeth.
He groans, the grip on your hips becoming tighter when he dips his lips down to the skin of your neck, sucking for a moment in debate. Your bodies are pressed flush against each other, his ears red as the color spreads to his cheeks. It's so damn hot in here.
"Backshots huh?"All takes is a whimper from you and he's back to work, the metal from his piercing sliding over your skin.
A look of horror washes over you before you can respond back, and you're pushing against him in a hurry. He opens his mouth to question what's wrong, anxiety seeping into his chest but before he can ever get a chance to overthink, you're already shouting.
"THE STOVE, SANJI! THE STOVE! ITS ON FIRE!"
____________________
LMK IF YOU WANN BE TAGGED IN PT.2
that one gets a little(a lot) spicier and uninterrupted by kitchen chaos and fire hazards
#x reader#vinsmoke sanji#sanji#one piece sanji#sanji live action#sanji x reader#one piece#one piece live action#opla x reader#one piece x reader#i don't care he's hot#this is my current obsession so bear with me
596 notes
·
View notes
Text
guilty conscience ☆ part two
← part 1 ⭑ part 3 , part 4 , part 5 →
synopsis: it’s your first year at college and you’re 1,500 miles away from home. you’d feel completely alone if it wasn't for your attractive roommate ellie. will this attraction complicate already uncharted territory? or will she be the answer to all your problems?
|✯| pairing & wc: college!ellie williams x roommate!reader. wc: 2.1k
|✯| cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), fem reader, modern au!ellie, HEAVY ANGST, some swearing, a hint of sexual themes, cat
a/n: this was so fun to write. i love causing drama <3. apologies in advance for how angsty it’s gonna get but i promise it will all be worth in the end !!
Through the weekend you and your new roommate Ellie went to some campus events to kickoff the new semester and got to know each other better. You guys bonded over music and had even made each other playlists. It was sweet. Time flew when you were around her, and suddenly, it was Monday, and the first week of classes.
You woke up extra early that morning. Ellie was still fast asleep in her bed so you had to get ready in the dark, but you didn’t mind, she looked so pretty lying there. You finished getting ready and loaded up your green canvas backpack. As you reached for your keys about to head for the door, a groggy voice piped up.
“Not gonna say bye to your favorite roommate?”
“Ellie, you're awake! Good morning, happy Monday!!” you replied, a little too chipper for Ellie’s liking
“Damn, up at 8am and wishing me a ‘happy’ Monday? You’re crazy.” she teased. You giggled a little but then glanced at your phone to see the time and the giggles halted.
“Listen I’d love to stay and chat but my class is in 10 minutes and I don’t even know where the building is…” You gave a slow, sarcastic laugh and opened the door to the hallway.
“Have a good day at class- if you actually make it” she threw her head back with a chuckle.
“Ellsss, seriously? Stoppp.” you drug out your words with a whine. That's when Ellie’s eyes got wide and your face got red, realizing what you had just called her.
“Nicknames already?” A cocky smile spread across her face. She loved seeing you get all flustered. You were cute, almost in a pitiful way.
“I- Ellie- I meant Ellie. Jeez, I’m sorry.” Your eyes locked to the floor, avoiding whatever face she might’ve been making in reaction to your stupid slip up. A string of “no’s” from Ellie quickly follows your apology. You looked up to meet her gaze
“Call me Els, it’s cute, you’re cute. But you’re the only one who can. Got it?” she winked playfully. The red that filled your cheeks from embarrassment became even redder with Ellie’s shameless flirting. Was she like this with all her friends? You wished to stay home all day and weigh out the possibilities but there was no time to think now.
“Okay, well uh, see you later Els.” You couldn’t help but smile ear to ear knowing how she felt about the name.
“See ya hun.” And with that, you were off to class, a skip in your step. You had made it just in time. You surveyed the rows of seats looking for an open spot to grab. You notice one next to a girl with short black hair, covered in sick tattoos. She looked like just the type of person you’d wanna be friends with so you made your way across the room to her.
“Hey, is anyone sitting here?” you inquired. The girl looked you dead in the face, grabbed her backpack from the floor, and shoved it into the empty seat.
“Yeah. My backpack.” she replied with a straight face followed by a middle finger. You stood there, mouth open in shock. Like, what the fuck did you do? You were about to snapback until a voice coming from behind retaliated first.
“I thought mean girls were just a highschool thing? Guess not. Hey, newsflash!! We’re in college now, so maybe you should stop being a cunt and grow the fuck up. Yeah?” Your jaw dropped even further this time. The pathetic excuse for a bully sunk into her chair, head down, knowing she just got ate the fuck up. Your new savior switched her gaze back to you.
“Hi I’m Dina! Maybe you’d wanna sit with me instead?”
“Of course I’ll sit with you, that was totally badass, you’re like my hero! I’m y/n!” You climbed over the row of seats and plopped down next to her. Before you knew it, class was over and you were exchanging numbers with your new friend. You hardly even remember what the professor was saying in class, as you were too busy whispering back and forth with Dina.
The evening rolls around and you finally head back to your dorm. You couldn’t wait to tell Ellie about the insane day you just had. You stepped out of the elevator onto the 4th floor and the sounds of music bellowed down the hall. It became louder the closer you got to your room. Once you reached your door, you realized it was Ellie. You walked inside to see her sitting with a sage green electric guitar propped up on her right knee. She slid her hand down the neck of the guitar, veins popping as she switched her fingerings to play a new chord. You could’ve watched her all day if she hadn't noticed your stare and stopped playing.
“Like what you see, pretty girl?” It’s like she knew how desperate you are for her. Of course you get red in the face and fumble for a rebuttal just as cocky as hers.
“You calling me pretty Els? How cute.” Your tone is laced in sarcasm and your eyes do a dramatic roll.
Ellie was quick with it, “Yeah y/n, I am. You got a problem?” She was staring you down with persistence. The eye contact was getting intense, but you were too enamored to answer her question, despite it being a simple “no”.
All you could spit out was, “uh, I gotta pee.”
“Okay weirdo thanks for letting the audience know” she replied laughing, obviously mocking your odd public statement. That was your queue to quickly retreat to the bathroom. You pulled down your pants to reveal the obvious wet spot. It was getting embarrassing how aroused this girl could make you without even doing a thing. Luckily you actually had to pee because Ellie was right outside the door and could hear everything. And of course, she had to let you know.
Mid-doing your business, she yells through the door, “damn girl, you really did have to piss.” Your palm hits your face like muscle memory. She was so stupid.
You walk out of the bathroom and wash your hands while vocalizing your annoyance to Ellie. She turned the corners of her mouth downwards making the cheesiest frown ever.
“Soooo how was your first day?” she asked, dragging out the “o” to fill the lull in conversation.
You turned to her, brows furrowed, and replied “Good and bad.” Ellie’s curious, wide-eyed look turned sincere as soon as you said the word bad.
“Bad? Already? Tell me about it. Are you okay?” She seemed genuine in her response so you spilled about the mean girl you had met in your class earlier this morning. She sat in silence, hanging onto every word you said. She wanted you to know she was listening and that she cared.
“I’m so sorry y/n, that girl sounds like a total bitch. You did nothing to deserve that kind of treatment. You want me to go give her a piece of my mind?”
You laughed, but you knew she meant it, “that’s okay, someone already did. That was the good part.”
“Oh, who?” Ellie’s demeanor shifted, like her chivalry was being threatened.
“This cool ass girl in my class, Dina.” The corners of your mouth upturned just saying her name. Ellie’s face remained neutral and you couldn't tell what she was thinking.
“When she overheard that girl being rude she totally whipped her head around and told her off. She even called her a cunt. It was so awesome.” you continued, eye’s beaming.
“Then she let me sit with her and we talked literally the whole class. Afterwards, she gave me her number so we could make plans! Totally worth being bullied by a random stranger.” You were so consumed by telling your story that you didn’t notice Ellie’s face completely drop. She almost looked pissed off. When you realized, your face dropped right with hers.
“You alright?” you questioned, not understanding what happened. Little did you know, your story stomped all over Ellie’s ego. She was envious of the way Dina seemed to make you feel.
“Oh yeah, everything's fine over here” she retorted with a hint of sarcasm that felt too minuscule to acknowledge aloud.
“So then, how was your day?” you said, moving on from whatever that was.
“Mine was good. I met someone too.”
“How cool! We both made friends on the first day-”
Ellie was fast to answer, “Oh no, she’s not a friend.” Your puzzled look urged her to continue.
“She actually hit on me, so I gave her my number. She was sooo damn fine too.” All that followed was silence. Jealousy consumed you, just like Ellie wanted.
“What's that? Cat got your tongue?” Ellie scoffed and then flashed you a twisted smile. Your feelings were hurt, you’d never seen her act this way before. Even behind her usual sarcastic remarks you knew she was genuine. This time you weren’t so sure. For lack of an appropriate response and the silence continuing to drag you tried to change the subject.
“SHE? You’re gay?!” you exclaimed, pretending to act surprised, but failing.
“Thought that was kinda obvious kid…” Kid????? Who did Ellie think she was? You were so over this conversation, but she kept on going.
“Anyways, do you think I should go for it?” she sat there smirking, waiting for your response. 5 minutes ago you might’ve told her no because you wanted her for yourself, but after this show of character, you just let her have it.
“Sure, I bet she thinks you’re ‘soooo fine’ too.” you said, completely monotone and pissed off. Part of Ellie felt disappointed you didn’t fight for her, but she realized she had no right to feel like that. She was the one playing games with your feelings, not the other way around. In an attempt to save the conversation she decided to bring up her gig.
“Hey, by the way, if you liked my guitar playing, you should totally come to my band's show this weekend.”
“Wouldn't you rather bring your girlfriend?” you remarked. Ellie felt ashamed for triggering this side of you. Everything she said was true, but she could've just kept it to herself. Ellie had hurt you on purpose, and all out of spite.
“I really want you there y/n. It’s important.” she answered, trying to recover. There was a softening in your eyes.
“Fine, I’ll be there.”
★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★
The week rolled by quickly and the usual flirty banter had died down ever since that conversation. You were too busy with school to stay angry at Ellie, but too proud to try and win her back.
Soon, it was Saturday, the night of Ellie’s show. You sat in front of the mirror ridiculing the makeup you had just applied before she interrupted.
“You better put some pep in your step little lady. We’ve gotta go.” You broke eye contact with yourself to look up at her.
“I promise you look fine, don’t worry.” Ellie reassured, already knowing what you were thinking. You loved how she could read your mind.
Soon, Ellie, her band, and you, all arrived at the venue. You found a spot in the back to sit and wait as they set up to perform. Everything is fine, until out of the corner of your eye, you see devil incarnate hanging around the bar. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You quickly whipped out your phone to text Dina about your rotten luck.
After letting her know you looked up to see Ellie walking towards you. Perfect timing.
“Ellie, oh my god, oh my god” you said, antsy to tell her the news.
She met your energy, “What?? Tell me!!”
“Guess who’s here.” you coaxed.
“Idk who?”
“It’s that girl who-”
Before you could finish, “that girl” was now part of your conversation.
“Ellliieeeee!!” she squealed, flying into her arms. (WHAT THE FUCK?!) They both turned to face you and Ellie could tell something was up. Your eye was practically twitching.
“Y/n, this is Cat. She’s my uh-”, Ellie proceeded with caution, “she’s the girl I was telling you about.” You were riddled with disbelief.
Cat interjected, “don’t be coy Els, we’re practically dating.” and then shot you a conniving smile. It was like a huge slap to the face. In fact, it was more like getting kicked in the stomach a couple times. You were winded just standing there. As you searched for the right words to say, your eyes began to well up with tears.
Ellie immediately noticed, “did something happen y/n? You were just fine?”
“Actually, you know what ‘Els’?”, emphasizing the nickname and the promise that came with it, “I was just leaving.” As those last words escaped your mouth, tears began to stream down your face. Feeling absolutely humiliated, you stormed out of the venue, not looking back once. This is the last time Ellie will make you feel inferior.
← masterlist ⭑ part 3 →
#ellie williams#wlw#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams fanfic#ellie x fem reader#tlou 2#tlou dina#the last of us#ellie smut#sapphic#ellie williams series#ellie williams smut#ellie tlou#tlou2 smut#the last of us 2#ellie x you#ellie williams fan fiction
513 notes
·
View notes
Text
WayV as Subs
Kun:
-He's such a pleasure sub
-Use him for whatever you want, let him give you all he has. You are his one priority
-Lives off of praise, wants nothing more than to know that you're liking everything he's doing
-Open to trying new things whenever you wanna get experimental, he'll do anything at least once
-Likes to roleplay a lot (extra points if you have costumes!)
Chittaphon (Ten):
-The biggest brat in the whole world
-Teasing you constantly, pushing your buttons every chance he gets
-He looooves to be punished so he'll do anything to push you over the edge
-Talks so much shit like you're not the one in control of every ounce of pleasure he gets, then acts surprised and offended when he doesn't get what he wants from you
-"What'd I do?" when he knows good and goddamn well what he did
-Will actually drive you insane
Sicheng (Winwin):
-He's so sensitive
-Everything has to go really really slow or he could easily get overstimulated
-He's literally the prettiest boy in the world and loves dressing up in the cutesy things you buy him. He's a vision in baby pink lingerie
-Choked up whimpers when you're pleasuring him, but he's really good at staying quiet for the most part
-Has a surprisingly dirty mouth on him and will sometimes talk like he's the one in charge even though you have him wrapped around your finger
Dejun (Xiaojun):
-Your whiney baby
-Cries a lot
-He always gets so shy and embarrassed when he's subby, he can't even believe he likes the shit he does himself
-Tries to maintain his manners and modesty while you're knuckle deep in his ass
-The type to protest every crazy thing you ask of him, then comply seconds later because both of you know what he really wants
-Give him all the praise in the world or he'll start to feel awkward quickly
Kunhang (Hendery):
-Misbehaves on accident cause he always forgets the rules
-It's fine though cause he likes certain punishments you give him. Hours of edging? Fine by him! Tying him up and forcing him to watch you fuck yourself? Count him in!
-Lowkey a cuck, like the thought of you degrading him while you let someone else fuck you gets him GOING
-Open communication with each other about new things you wanna try and your comfortability doing certain things
-He picks the craziest safe words ever, some shit like "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," tf?
-He also likes to have a new one every time cause he thinks they're fun to come up with
Yangyang:
-Surprisingly obedient
-Like you'd never guess how good he is for you
-He likes to talk a big game in public and before you guys start fucking but one little touch and he's like putty in your hands
-Always begging you for something, whimpering "Please, please!" until he doesn't even know what he's asking for anymore
-Occasionally has an attitude with you but corrects himself real quick because he hates punishments. The thought of not being able to touch you makes him check his behavior as soon as he gets out of line
-Really just the sweetest baby ever
#wayv#wayv smut#wayv headcanons#wayv hard hours#wayv smut scenarios#ten lee#ten lee smut#ten smut#nct#nct smut#nct u smut#kun smut#qian kun smut#qian kun#winwin smut#winwin#dong sicheng#dong sicheng smut#xiaojun#xiaojun smut#xiao dejun#hendery#hendery smut#wong kunhang#yangyang#yangyang smut#liu yangyang#sub!nct#sub!wayv#sub!idol
213 notes
·
View notes
Text
diana prince and stevie h.: variations on a theme
Inspired by this post by @secondconcussion cause I saw it earlier this week and couldn't stop turning it around in my mind
also on ao3 for easier reading
It's not Eddie's fault he got lost.
That's the first thing he wants to get out of the way. He'll take his lumps if he has to, Uncle Wayne can be a surly fucker when he's woken up before his alarm, "Not all those who wander are lost, Ed, isn't that what you said. Just wander your way back home." But Eddie's heart is gonna wait to be warmed that Wayne loves him enough to quote Lord of the Rings until after he's back in the part of Hawkins he recognizes.
"It's the ‘not all’ that I need you to wrap your head around old man, cause I, your dearest nephew, am very lost."
"Your my only nephew, and gettin' less dear by the second," Wayne lied like a liar.
He wasn't above begging, not when he'd already walked fuck knows how far to fuck knows where. "Please, Wayne!"
He hears a grumbled sigh and knows he's won, "Where are ya?"
"Um, woods?" He can hear the thunk of the phone being slammed against something hard, but at least Wayne doesn't hang up.
Hawkins is a small town, by Eddie's standards, but it expands in strange ways. Every summer he spent with Wayne it seemed to unfurl in different directions, a flower blooming a little different each year. It was not the gridded out cityscape he'd grown up in.
So when Eddie came down from Indy every summer to escape parents who managed to toe the line of awful just well enough that CPS kept their noses out of the Munson’s business, he would wander but never far. Just far enough to find the park and the playground that Wayne hadn't thought to mention. Far enough to find a corner store where he can pocket the extra candy bar he couldn't afford with the spare change he had -- and he wasn't going to put back the magazine he was buying, Wayne had nothing good to read and he couldn't make a library card yet. Far enough to find an abandoned picnic bench to smoke up at so his borrowed bedroom didn't smell like weed. Far enough to make some friends.
Only now that he's twenty, and some change. Now that he's graduated high school, third time lucky. Now that he’s decided to leave the trouble he could feel stirring in the city for someplace that always felt more like home. Now that he is an official Hawkins resident, he's wandered a little too far.
And it's not his fault, but he's not gonna tell Wayne that.
Cause the thing is, Eddie has always thought better when his feet were moving. After an hour of pacing around his trailer, still full with half unpacked boxes of things he hadn't realized he'd collected -- boxes that make him feel like a caged animal, that he'll be living out of for the next two months at least -- he has to leave. His first mistake, trusting that his feet will lead him around the parts of Hawkins he knows.
His mind twists plot hooks and campaign NPCs around his head, determined to get ready for when his friends come around later that afternoon with the pack of freshmen, now sophomores, that they'd adopted. He won't apologize for wanting to impress a new group of kids and wanting to convince Jeff he wouldn’t be sorry about passing off his DM mantle to a guy they used to only see two months out of the year. As he's thinking about a sect of female warriors -- a mix of barbarians and rangers, buff and leveled way above where the party will be -- and whether it'll just come across as horny the way the DILF-y elven mages he'd tried to include last year did, he sees her. Notices her, more like; a nymph, a dryad, a goddess sprung fully formed from his imaginings.
She crosses his path at a light jog. The shortest green athletic shorts he's ever seen clinging to the shape of an ass he could bounce a quarter off of. He can see the way her broad and muscled shoulders shift beneath the white sports bra she's wearing. It's the cool down portion of her workout, he guesses, from the way he can mostly maintain the small distance between them and the way sweat runs in rivulets down her back and trim waist. He wants to lick it off of her. She looks like she was built to fire a bow or break him in half, a Kinsey Five, it's the women who could kill him that always capture his attention.
He trails behind her, mind still turning over his session prep for the day and maybe thinking a little bit about whether she had a boyfriend. Hindsight will grant him that it's weird, the way he trailed behind her like a stray dog like this. But then, as he's sitting in the cab of Wayne's truck, he'll remember the way her thick, muscled thighs moved, how she bounced on the balls of her toes. He'll remember the way her ponytail swished over her shoulder as she glanced back at him, his first look at the lady's fair face, the way she'd smirked at him before bounding off of the roadside into the woods.
So totally not his fault he got lost. It probably happens all the time. The payphone on the opposite side of the road for sorry suckers like him who fall into her snare. Shit, maybe he should have stayed put, he hadn’t been thinking about why she might have a snare.
Wayne found him eventually, even if he spent the drive back to Forest Hills muttering about how Eddie had even found his way over to that side of town. How next time he aimed to get lost he should bring a map or a compass or a dog, and find his own way back. So he doesn’t ask his uncle about the mystery girl that could snap him over her knee like a dry twig, cause in the mood he’s in right now Wayne might go find her and embarrass the hell out of him.
Later, when Jeff and Gareth and Joey have piled onto the broken in couch that Wayne had given him. When the first teen that he doesn’t know knocks a little too quietly on his door, but grins wide enough to split his face that they’ve got a new campaign and a place to play over the summer. When they’re waiting for the last one to arrive, Eddie thinks about asking about her. She had to have overlapped with them in high school for at least a year or two.
Eddie knows already though that he won’t. Plus there’s a chance they’ll tell him anyway. He’s been on the receiving end of enough ‘Is that supposed to be Ronnie James Dio’s’ and ‘Wait are you describing Sigourney Weaver’s’ to hope that once he starts describing the Amazonian warrior who will hopefully be haunting his dreams he’ll get a ‘Doesn’t that sound just like…’
And yeah, maybe he’s starting to get a little impatient. But with the way he’s got the campaign laid out it will be at least two hours in before he gets a chance to describe her. At least, and he has to know who she is tonight.
“Dude,” Gareth starts, probably sick of the way Eddie’s bouncing his leg, “where’s Dustin?”
Will, the quietest so far of the new recruits looks almost too concerned, “He knows where it is right? Has anyone-”
Sinclair, he thinks the group arrived in mass and he’s not sure he’s partnered faces with the rush of names correctly just yet, pulls a walkie talkie with bells and whistles he didn’t even know you could attach from a backpack on the floor. “Dustin, come in, what’s your ETA?”
The tension in their corner of the room ratchets up enough to have Eddie’s palms start to sweat. Will brings his thumbnail up to his mouth, worrying it enough that it’s sure to start bleeding soon. “I’m sure it’s-” Sinclair starts to say, interrupted by a clattering outside then a bang to his door that yanks on the frayed edges of Eddie’s nerves.
He feels a little like a squirrel trying to cross a highway, the way the babies about to join the party are watching him with the knowing terror you watch something about to die.
Except the thing at his door is not Jason or Freddy, it’s a half-pint with a white hat pulled low over his head. The missing Dustin, who has no problem bullying his way through Eddie’s now open door.
“Ew, dude, why are you sweaty?”
"Because, Michael, I had to bike all the way across town." Eddie, and it looks like half the group, is about to ask some variation on why when Dustin holds up a hand shutting them all up masterfully "Because," he stresses each letter like they're what's wronged him, "five minutes before we were supposed to leave mom catches Stevie gossiping with Robin and she totally flips out about how she didn't take Stevie in just to watch her get herself killed. And then when I asked who was taking me here, Ma said she 'didn't buy me that bike just to have it sit in the garage!'"
The kid is incensed so it doesn't feel like the time to ask what the fuck is going on. Not when everyone else snorts and snickers at Dustin's expense. "Damn Stevie really fucked up if Dustybun got sent out on his own," Gareth jeers.
"Your mom does know what Stevie keeps in her trunk right? And she ruptured Preston's balls when he grabbed her ass last year," Lucas points out.
Hawkins, Eddie is learning, might just be full of girls to fall in love with.
"Stop saying that like it's hot, that's my sister you're talking about. I'll tell Max."
"Max still thinks Stevie's hot, dude."
"Are we gonna have to walk home just because Stevie's done something stupid again?" Mike complains.
"You didn't care about Stevie doing something dumb when she climbed that tree in heels to get you down after you got drunk at winter formal. Or when she took her bat to those… things." Lucas shares a sly grin with Will, who looks torn between feeling awkward at the inclusion and the teenage bloodlust for giving your friends a hard time. "You can just admit you feel weird about having the same taste as your-"
"Oh my god!" Dustin shouts cutting Lucas off and sending the room, Eddie included into a burst of snorting laughter. "Dustin Henderson," Eddie gets himself under control enough to accept the offered hand, "excited to have a DM who isn't a total asshole."
"Eddie, sorry about your hot sister. Not sorry for being a new kind of asshole Dungeon Master. Let’s see them character sheets, kiddies, this ain’t your mommy’s book club, we aren’t just here to gossip.”
Things go off pretty well, for a seven person table where he barely knows half the players. Lucas has an impressive tactical mind, Mike is a passionate role player, Will has a character built so well it’s basically an art form, and Dustin is a wild card who can’t decide whether he wants to win or to walk into the obvious trap just to see what will happen. It’s not hard to adjust, even if the way Jeff keeps looking at him when he describes new NPC's is throwing him off his game a little bit. He can duck behind his DM screen and recollect himself, but seriously what the fuck.
“She stands taller than the tallest of you, bronzed skin and hair, imperious, she looks at you, Sir Jeffrey, and offers you a deal, ‘Best our strongest warrior and you can take him back with you. Fail and his impunity will be punished by death.’” He lets the threat hang heavy in the air, all eyes on him and desperately hanging on to every word. Minus Jeff who was giving him that look again. “And that’s where we’ll end things this week, boys.” Cause he really, really hadn’t expected any of them to just straight up steal the enchanted bow of the Amazons that they needed to fell the dragon; and he really, really hadn’t planned for the botched stealth rolls.
Everyone grumbles as they pack up their things, it’s music to his ears. A four hour session -- if he didn’t count the hour they riffed about character builds and backstory once Eddie had his hands on their sheets -- and they’re still itching for more. It’s almost enough to have him just call a dinner break, so he can hole up in his room and churn something out. But someone is beating out shave and a haircut on his front door before he can change his mind.
“It’s probably Wayne getting revenge,” Eddie says, “woke him up early this afternoon.” He taps back his two bits, swinging open the door, expecting to see Wayne’s smug looking face grinning back at him. He’ll take his ‘Don’t feel too good getting interrupted in the middle a something, does it?’ with grace.
Only instead of an old man with two days of scruff, the door opens on his modern day Aphrodite. A worn, grey athletic shirt bragging about being a 1985 Hawkins Swim Team Region Champ has covered the white sports bra, cropped it shows off a distracting sliver of toned stomach above a short green tennis skirt, and her perky ponytail is down in loose waves around a mole kissed face.
And he’s gaping like a fucking idiot at her.
“Dust, wanna introduce me to your new friend?” she asks, voice bourbon smooth as molten eyes rake down his body from the doorway.
“Eddie, this is my sister.”
Like her brother before her, Stevie has no problem shouldering her way through the door. Where Dustin had slipped through on a size difference technicality like a halfling, she places a warm hand against his shoulder and gently pushes until his feet and brain get it together enough to move with her. Even then they’re still screaming, god he’s positive she could have just picked him up. He really wants her to pick him up, maybe push him against the wall a little.
“Hi Eddie,” she says. Still in the doorway they’re hedged in by boxes marked ‘Kitchen Shit’ and ‘Unpack this first asshole’ breathing the same air almost, all because Eddie in his genius had dropped the last load of stuff from the back of the van right by the door. “Are we going to be seeing more of you around?”
“Obviously,” Dustin cuts in, “we only just finished the start of a totally epic campaign.”
“Obviously,” Stevie repeats, with a mocking tilt to her gorgeous smile. One he recognizes from this morning.
Jeff is still watching him, a set of eyes boring hard into the side of his face. “Eddie just moved to Hawkins, just spent summers here before.”
Something about that softens her. Her expression, her posture, easing into something a little less coiled to pounce but no less flirtatious. “To Hawkins?”
Shit, and she’s looking at him like he’s an idiot; but like a cute idiot that she’ll maybe want to put down on his knees. “Well the best band I ever played with is still in high school here, and a success story always sounds better coming out of a small town.”
“You’re in a band, huh?”
Dustin wrestles himself in the middle again, and it says a lot about his tenacity that he’s managed to rock Stevie back against the cardboard. “Whatever this is, I don’t like it and it needs to stop.”
“Load your bike up in the trunk then, shithead, and you won’t have to see it,” she fires back. He does push past her out the door, trying to let it slam shut behind him when she catches it in lightning fast reflex, “Scratch the paint cause you’re being a dick and your ass is grass!”
The rest of the sophomores are slow to pack up their remaining things, valuing gossip more than trying to comfort their friend on losing another soldier in the war of ‘thinks his big sister is the babest babe to ever hit Hawkins.’
“You should come to practice some time, band practice, for the um band."
Somebody behind him snorts, hears a whispered, "For the um band," that's probably meant to be a mimicry of him.
"Eddie's lead guitar," Jeff says, from a place of true friendship or pity. It's hard to tell.
Her eyes light up with a mischief, hair swinging as she cocks her head, and he can hear the requisite, ‘wow you must be so good with your hands,’ as clearly as if she had said it. Instead she says, “Gremlins, go get in the car. Tell Dustin, Ma’s pissed he didn't take his helmet and he should know first hand the dangers of head trauma.” It’s an inside joke, an unfunny one, from the way she grins as they grumble and groan and tell her to fuck off. Trooping out the door between him and Stevie they each let her pat them on the back or ruffle their hair, a little attendance check on the way to the car.
The trailer door shuts behind them with a slam, maybe not an attitude issue then and something to add to his to do list, but Stevie hasn’t left with them. “If you’re interested in what Hawkins has to offer, I could show you around.” She says casually. Conversationally. A comment for the room at large before she leans into Eddie’s space, warm breath against the side of his face making him shiver as she whispers, “I take the same run through town every day, and I always wanted a puppy to follow me home.”
Eddie is lost. In visions of the girl who just twirled out of his place on her heel after completely rocking his world. Has lost. His mind, his heart, and hopefully his status as single. But there are worse things he can think of than being lost in Hawkins.
#steddie#transfem steve harrington#stevie harrington#steve henderson#hopefully this is kinda what you were looking for?#i was inspired#stevie and robin were of course gossiping about the cute guy that was following her#and claudia correctly lost her mind#ambiguous presence of the upside down#which has warped stevie's sense of danger#my fic
211 notes
·
View notes
Text
A HH Lucifer-centric AU 16/?
PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22
Hotel reaction 2 electric boogaloo
still deciding whether i'll post tomorrow
------------------------------------------
4 hours later, despite the arrival of Lucifer and the mystery woman, there is barely no progress. Charlie and the others were so hopeful the first few times because it did look like the extra power was doing something. But every time they make a dent, it bites back even worse.
They flinch as another Goetia fell, prompting the Prince of Lust to call for a retreat from her dad.
Lucifer: No! We can't afford to lose a Ring.
Cherri: They are clearly exhausted.
Angel: Yeah. One day won't be tha bad, right toots?
Charlie: Umm, I don't think so. Hell's rings are a complicated. They aren't just places, it's a system. Losing one will inevitably cause the others to fall apart.
Husk: I guess his majesty doesn't want us backed to a corner. If they let Sloth be consumed then who knows how bigger the problem would get.
Vaggie: He's right. The best solution is dealing with it at the literal root. They can theoretically recoup but by the looks of things, Sloth has little to no time left.
Husk: Mhhm. The constant ritual might be the only thing keeping it alive. The ring is basically on life support.
Lucifer: Goodie!
Goodie: I cannot give more of something I do not have, angel. I warned you that my support alone will most likely not stop this.
Lucifer: We should at least be denting it!
They quickly covered their ears as the TV let out a sound so ear-piercing that it feels like their head is splitting in half.
Angel: What the fuck???
Looking up despite the pain, they see that giant roots sprout from the ground. It went up and up until it reached Lucifer's pentagram in the sky.
Husk: Is that a fuckin' tree?
Charlie is transfixed on the image. She has lived in Hell all her life but this is the first time she had felt dread from something that came from her home.
'This is not of Hell.' She thought. It makes her sick. But her stupor was cut short as a new voice cuts through the footage.
Leviathan: Luci! Your marks!
Charlie looks in equal horror as her Uncle Leviathan when she saw the state her dad was in. The marks on his body have now almost consumed his whole face. She lets out a sob as Lucifer held up the mirror Alastor provided to inspect his condition.
No one spoke as he does this. Then after a moment, Charlie saw something in her dad's eyes.
Lucifer: Goodie. What do I need to do?
Charlie was about to say her confusion out loud when the lady, Goodie, blew a piece of paper onto the King's skin.
Goodie: This might be the only way to stop my sister. That is an ancient seal from before the Nothing- strong enough to render God and beings like Roo weak.
Satan: Huh?! Then why didn't you just let us use that from the start??
Cherri: Yeah! The shit??
Husk: I don't like this.
Charlie shares the same sentiment. Whatever is happening, she has a bad feeling.
Goodie: Because there is a condition.
Lucifer: And what's that?
Goodie: It must be performed from the inside. It needs to be as close as possible to the one you are sealing. The hold will be stronger with proximity. And with you being the highest power here...
Belphegor: Then that means-!
Nononononono, please don't. Please don't let it be what I think it is. Please don't do it. Please dad. I love you. I miss you. Please don't leave me PLEASE-
Lucifer: I need to be the one to go in there.
Protests from the hotel residents and demons on the broadcast overlap with each other. Charlie's ears are ringing. Her chest is tight and it's getting harder and harder to breathe. She can feel someone's hand around her, probably attempting to ground her. Yup, definitely a coming panic attack.
Lucifer: Are you sure this will stop her?
She can vaguely hear someone, probably Vaggie, say something to her but it's all muffled. Charlie could only focus her hearing on the scene in the TV.
Dark spots are filling her vision and her breaths are erratic as her beating heart.
PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEDADPLEASENOTYOUDONTLEAVEMETOODADPLEASE
Goodie: You are the key, angel. It must be you.
Charlie's world turns to black as she collapses in the arms of her lover. And if her dad looked directly at the camera in hopes of meeting her gaze, well, she'll never know.
#hazbin lucifer#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#hazbin charlie#hazbin angel dust#hazbin husk#hazbin lilith#hazbin vaggie#hazbin nifty#hazbin cherri bomb#hazbin sir pentious#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel charlie#hazbin hotel vaggie#hazbin hotel niffty#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin hotel angel dust#hazbin hotel cherri bomb#hazbin hotel sir pentious#radioapple#alastor x lucifer#duckiedeer#lucifer x alastor#appleradio#alastor and lucifer#hazbin hotel fics#hazbin hotel fictive#hazbin hotel fictionkin#hazbin hotel fic recs
89 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞. | 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐭
⬷ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ┊ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 →
pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab) // chan x fem!reader (afab)
genre: nonidol/collegegrad!felix. waitress!reader. college au. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. friends to enemies to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining. cheating. abusive boyfriend/ex. drama galore. the sexual tension is REAL in this one.
content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. felix is reader's estranged childhood bestie. chan is low-key an asshole in this ngl. heavy topics are mentioned such as: abusive/toxic relationships, cheating, and pathological lying. drinking/partying. the summer vibes are real in this one. there will be humor/fluff throughout to balance everything. and ofc smut too because who am i if not a whore for filthy felix smut. 😉
word count: 2.5k
summary: ever since you were born, all you've ever known is living a simple life in the small australian coastal town of bridgeport bay. you're content with working at your parent's beachside restaurant angel waves for the rest of your life, and you're happy with your place in the world - you have good friends and an even better boyfriend. that is, until everything comes to a standstill when a familiar face from the past visits town for the summer. and in the wake of his return, lee felix upturns everything you thought you were content with here in your comforting little beach town.
a/n: how tf has it been so fucking long since I last updated this??? sheeshhh 💀 anyways bitches, I'm backkk and with a vengeance 😈 this bitch has finally got herself a girlfriend, and you best believe with that entails a whole new era of filthy pieces, fuck yeah besties!! 🥵 I'm estimating this series will have another 3-4 parts to it... I've planned to finish this by the end of jan 2024, thanks sm for all of your patience and support!
🌊 - ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ other cool stuff ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌! ࿐ྂ
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋread my rules & guidelines here! ࿐ྂ
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋcheck out my skz masterlist! ࿐ྂ
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋmy wip list! ࿐ྂ
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ skz fic recs [sfw ver]! ࿐ྂ
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋskz fic recs [nsfw ver]! :: 18+, MDNI! ࿐ྂ
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋback to navigation! ࿐ྂ
ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). do not copy, spin-off, or write inspired work based off of this fanfic without full permission to do so. ©ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ
Two weeks later, after the continuous ‘meetings’ that you and Felix had out on the beach early in the morning, you found yourself amid a popular club in the area, with Chris holding onto your side as the two of you swayed across the dance floor.
You had already finished your dinner at the fanciest Italian joint in all of Bridgeport, and you two were subsequently stuffed to the brim from all of the pasta and bread. Yet somehow, you still found yourselves at the local club, crammed in with the large crowd of other couples and single people. The smell of liquor and cigarette smoke was palpable in the air, the bass of the club songs vibrating underneath your feet and causing you to feel a little dizzy on your toes.
Or maybe the two shots of cherry vodka you had just drank were the thing making you dizzy.
“You’re so fucking hot- I love… love-” Chris began in a slur, as he tipped into you. You grunted against his weight, stumbling a bit and bumping into a couple that was right behind you. “So much better than… her…”
Staying silent for a few seconds, your liquor-addled brain took a few extra moments to process his words. At first, you were flattered… you always loved it when your boyfriend complimented you and told you he loved you. But then, the alcohol flowing through your system seemed to melt away as your entire focus honed in on what he had just said.
“Chris… what do you mean by her?”
He stared up at you with glassy eyes, bottom lip wavering just a little bit from the soju that was coursing in his veins. “W-Wha-”
But you didn’t let him finish, as your heart started to race a little faster and you shook him off of you, disconnecting his arms from holding onto your waist. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Your boyfriend flashed you a confused look, brows furrowing as he noticed the anger that was slowly overtaking your entire facial expression. “D-Doesn’t matter… you’re here now and-” He got cut off again by the sound of his phone ringing. It was loud as hell, and all of the music of the club suddenly drowned out as he pulled his phone from his jeans pocket.
Looking at it for a split second, he silenced it before shoving it back into his pocket. When he caught your focus again, your eyes were honed onto his phone. “Who was that?” You asked, folding your arms in defiance and watching his face for any hint of emotion.
Instead, he just offered you an easy smile, waving your concern away with a nonchalant, limp hand. “Nobody- was nobody.” And in that moment, you cursed him for being such a lightweight. For loving the taste of alcohol, but only being able to handle two drinks in before he was absolutely floored with drunkenness.
“Give me your phone, Chris.” You motioned to his pants pocket with your hand, eyes narrowing slowly as he leveled you with a serious glare.
“Why?”
“If you have nothing to hide then you’re fine with giving it to me for a second.”
“But I don’t see why-”
“Give me the goddamn phone, Chris!” You screamed so loudly, that the people near you all turned to watch the scene unfolding. Maybe it was the vodka in you that caused the butterflies of anxiety to stir in your stomach, or maybe it was your worries and premonitions making you react so hastily.
He rubs me the wrong way…
The way Felix’s deep voice had said the words crossed your mind just then, underneath the bar’s flashing rainbow lights. You thought about your best friend again, when you impulsively reached forward and grabbed Chris’ phone before he could even realize what was happening.
And as soon as the screen brightened and you read the name under the missed call notification, you knew it was all over.
Everything around you, the loudness of the dance floor and Chris, and the people cramming in on all sides, suddenly melted into nothingness. Your breath honed down to a single point, your heart slowing down its beats as you slowly unlocked the phone. He had been using the same password since he was in high school. That much you knew.
One click of a button and the screen opened to his messages. To the contact at the top, bolded and covered in hearts. And as much as you didn’t want to know, as much as you wanted to be left in the dark, a tiny, quiet voice in the back of your mind prodded you on.
If you don’t find out now, you’ll never truly get clarity.
But the voice wasn’t yours.
It was…
Felix’s.
So you opened the thread. And you began to read.
Today
11:13 pm
This bitch actually wants me to take her out on a date tonight- even though I’m fucking exhausted from working all week.
Well, at least you have me to look forward to afterward. :)
You mean I really get to fuck you tonight?
Of course! Why else would I give you the code to my apartment!? Just so that you could use it that one time?? Hell nahh~ ❤️
You felt like you were going to throw up, and before you could read anything more, a hand was reaching forward and snatching the device away from your gasp. You peered up to see an enraged, red-faced Chris.
“Why the fuck would you do that?! I fucking told you no!” He roared, eyes alight with a certain kind of fire that scared you just the tiniest of bits.
Everything was scaring you at that moment. The entire relationship had been a lie. All those years, wasted.
Because perhaps, he had been cheating since day one.
Perhaps, he had been fucking someone else throughout it all.
Yeji.
Yeji.
Yeji.
Her name rang across the forefront of your mind like a sick kind of mantra.
Your best friend, your closest confidant. The girl you had been working with since you two turned sixteen.
But as it turns out, she had never felt the same way about you.
Chris continued to scream in your face, the alcohol taking over everything. And suddenly, you felt so light-headed. Like if you kept thinking about it, you’d pass out right there in the middle of the dance floor.
Heart shattering again and again into millions of tiny fragments, cutting through sinew and flesh and bone, you backed away from your boyfriend altogether.
Soon, you were getting lost in the crowd of people, Chris’ face disappearing in the midst of them all. And before you knew it, you found your back pressed against a wall, as you doubled over with the misery of it all, hyperventilating in panic.
Even still, you somehow found the sanity inside of you to pull out your phone. Through your bleary, tear-filled vision, you dialed the one person you knew at that moment who would always be there for you.
The line rang for a few moments, and you prayed to every God above that he’d answer.
Answer.
Please-
Fuck, please pick up-
“Hello?” His deep voice cut clear across your mind, clearing some of the cloudiness that had overtaken your entire system.
“N-Need you to pick me up- please.” You forced out, voice hiking up in despair with each word that you spoke. Your entire began to shake, as the reality of the situation crashed down on your shoulders. “N-Now.”
“Send me your location, I’ll be there in under twenty.”
He didn’t even question you, he just automatically knew you weren’t okay.
“T-Thanks.” You managed to say, wiping away the tears that were quickly falling down your cheeks.
“Wait for me- I’ll be there soon.”
And then the line clicked off and you were left alone again.
Alone in a room full of strangers.
And alone with the one person you thought you had known. Yet so suddenly, you didn’t know him at all.
Before you could do anything else, a strong hand was clamping down around your forearm and pulling you to the side. You were once again faced with a raging Chris, hands balled into fists and shoulders rising and falling rapidly with his anger.
“We need to talk!” He shouted over the booming club’s music that vibrated against the bottoms of your feet. Already, you were feeling so fucking uncomfortable under his gaze.
You yanked down at the sides of your tight-fitting mini dress. You wore the red one because it was Chris’ favorite. But all too suddenly, you were realizing how frivolous the entire night had been - the entire relationship, really.
“I have nothing to say to you,” You started, glaring down at the way that his hand clamped across your skin. “And get your hand off of me- you have no right to touch me anymore.”
You were pushing away from him and through the shuffling bodies in the throng of people before he could reply. You searched aimlessly for the exit, your feet taking you forward and out of the club as quickly as you possibly could. At that exact moment, you weren’t even thinking straight. You weren’t thinking about how Felix would find you if you left the premises of the club. Instead, you just kept walking.
Walking, and walking, and walking.
Almost like, if you walked far enough, you’d be able to escape all of the bullshit entirely. Like if you traveled a far enough distance, you’d be able to leave your broken, bleeding heart behind in that godforsaken, seedy club. You’d be able to forget all of the heartache and pain.
Instead, you’d be reborn again. Into a new woman, with no ailments and no shitty boyfriend to speak of.
You were so out of it, you didn’t realize you had begun to walk down the side of the highway until you were stopped by a pair of broad shoulders standing in your way. Staring upwards, your gaze caught the faint moonlight illuminated behind the figure looming just in front of you.
It was hard to see through all of the tears, but somehow, you found Chris’ face in the midst of it all. He was staring at you with an empty look on his face, an expression completely devoid of all feeling.
Like seeing you crying right there in front of him didn’t even phase him.
“Did you even fucking love me, during all of the time that we were together?” You asked, voice cracking at the end of your words. Your heart squeezed so tightly in your chest that it hurt to even breathe in. “Or was I just a means to an end?”
He just continued to look at you, eyes hooded and lips pressed together in a displeased line. Like you were a fly that was buzzing around his face amid summer, a complete pest but too fast to completely squash for good.
“Or was I just a quick fuck for you? A body to keep your cock warm late at night, meanwhile you were out fucking her behind my back,” you said in a low voice, fists clenching at either of your sides at the reaction that he was having to everything. Because there was nothing. Nothing at all. Just emptiness, and no emotion or feeling or empathy whatsoever. And the worst part about it was that you couldn’t even utter her name. It hurt too much, to know that such a close friend had violated every part of your very being and spirit. “I guess I was just your trophy girlfriend- the pretty bitch that you liked to keep perched on your arm, tricking everyone into thinking that you were some perfect fucking boyfriend when really, you were getting your stupid, dick wet every single night-”
After that, everything happened in a blur of movement and tears.
In a split second, the fiery burn was spreading across your cheek.
Traveling down, down, down, the column of your neck.
Pooling in your clavicle agonizingly.
Momentarily, all of your tears stopped.
Your heart felt like it was about to explode inside your chest - ribs poking the air right out of your lungs as you gaped up at Chris in utter disbelief.
“Don’t try to insinuate that I did shit behind your back, you stupid bitch. I only-”
Then his hand was raising again, and you caught the look of fiery, unbidden fury deeply set within his dark eyes.
Just as he was about to strike again, he was stopped mid-air.
Your focus shifted off of the ass and onto… him.
In all of his messy, blonde tresses and dark, chocolate brown eyes with the beautifully, sun-kissed skin.
He held Chris’ arm in a vice-like grip, squeezing and squeezing until the tendons popped, causing your ex-boyfriend to yelp out in pain as he tried to rip out of Felix’s hold.
“If you ever try to land a single finger on her again, I swear I won’t fucking hold back,” Felix said, voice so low it was hard to register over the rush of the highway at your side. Then he was pushing Chris off, making him stumble backward on the sidewalk like the fool that he was. “Harm one hair on her head and I’ll fuck you over so much- you’ll be dead by the time my hands are off of your neck.”
Then Felix was bending down, eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second as he scooped your entire shaking form up into his strong arms. Holding you close to his body, you felt the comforting warmth radiate off of him and you were instantly soothed.
Melting into his grasp, the sobs wracked through your form, as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will the last twenty minutes out of your mind - your memory entirely.
As your limbs shook in his arms, he trudged forward, towards an unknown point. Most likely to his car, but in that moment, you couldn’t give a damn. You felt his heart beating wildly, as you pressed your ear against his chest.
“It’s okay, angel… I’m here now,” he whispered in a low, gravelly voice. Like he was barely holding onto his restraint - his sanity. “Just hold onto me, yeah? I’m not gonna let anything happen to you ever again- he’s never going to talk to you or touch you, ever again,” you felt his lips ghost over the crown of your head, as he pressed a gentle kiss there. “So don’t worry your pretty little head about it, okay? As long as I got you, as long as you’re mine, no one will be able to hurt you ever again.”
The corners of your blurry vision darkened after that, as you succumbed to the overwhelming feelings of it all.
And the last thing you remembered feeling, just as you slipped into the bleakness and let the fuzziness take over everything, was the feeling of him - so close to you, and holding you so tightly and carefully and securely against him.
Like he always had, since the first day you had met him - he was there for you when you needed him most.
To be continued...
🌊 taglist: want to be added onto my taglist? well then, comment below on this post/reblog it, and indicate your interest in my taglist and i'll add you... or, you can send me a msg and request to be added!! to be removed from the taglist, please send me a msg and i will promptly take you off of the list.
🌊 tags: @sleepyleeji :: @if-spearb :: @hyunes4ngel :: @drhsthl :: @seosalad :: @toomuchtellyneck :: @endzii23 :: @smally97 :: @ana-marais98 :: @sherryblossom :: @priincehoseok :: @biribarabiribbaem :: @/leyknxw :: @linovely :: @lolqxv :: @linonyang :: @morningstardada :: @taeriffic :: @day6andetcetera :: @hyuka-luvbot :: @linohumina :: @urmomma0324 :: @poisonivy2 :: @nappynapnaps :: @/annsunakai :: @bellamuerte1987 :: @julciaqwerty :: @abbiestearsricochet :: @leeknowsramen :: @maeleelee :: @cb97breathing :: @armystay89 :: @drhsthl :: @skzcollision :: @noellllslut :: @skz-streamer :: @hello-2-u-from-me :: @h0p3l3ssromantic :: @bangchanbighandsome :: @imastraykidsfan :: @feellikecinderella :: @hyundumpling :: @/weirdkoaladuck ::@hyunnieshannie :: @astralis-is-typing :: @redwoodsanddaffodils
a blue tag means that there was an error in tagging you. please check your settings for further information.
#skz#stray kids#Lee Felix#Felix#yongbok#skz x y/n#skz x reader#skz Felix x reader#skz Felix x y/n#skz smut#skz angst#skz fluff#skz Felix angst#skz Felix smut#skz Felix fluff#skz Felix smut oneshot#skz Felix smut fanfic#skz fanfic#skz oneshot#skz au#skz imagines#skz Felix oneshot#skz Felix au#skz yongbok oneshot#skz yongbok au#skz yongbok smut#skz yongbok smut au#yongbok smut#Felix smut#Felix angst
93 notes
·
View notes
Note
I loved your Toxic jealous Gojo.
I was wondering if I could request how their first Valentine would be like.
Or
Gojo x chubby reader. Reader feels insecure about her weight as she sees beautiful, skinnier women who would be a better fit for Gojo getting too close to Gojo. Both were shopping for clothes for their Valentine’s date or something.
Darling, flattery will get you everywhere around here 💙 but I've been working on something really special as a sequal to Sooner or Later, and I'm going to hold off on sharing it for just a little bit longer ;) thank you for enjoying it though!
Now, as for that Chubby!Reader x Gojo prompt you got there, I think youre onto something!
Now Presenting....
Starring Satoru Gojo X Chubby!Reader
Historically speaking, You had never been a big fan of clothes shopping. It made you hyper aware of your body in ways that made you want to crawl out of your skin. But, this time was different. This time, you were with your boyfriend, shopping for a new outfit for your first Valentine's day together. And with him hyping you up in quite literally everything you wore and-and here's the important part- actually meaning it, the experience wasn’t that bad.
At least, it hadn’t been. That was until you found yourselves at your favorite store. Your favorite store that just so happened to be fucking packed that day. Gojo must have sensed your sudden unease, as he hooked his arm in yours and gave you a gentle but encouraging smile. “I got a good feeling about this one, I think we’re gonna find the perfect fit!” He smiled, always the optimist. You couldn’t help but smile back.
“I think you might be right.” You smiled as you walked in with him. Almost instantly a drop dead gorgeous sales assistant came over, maneuvering her skinny waist through the crowd.
“Hi!” she chirped, batting her long lashes at Satoru. Fuck. you thought, Here we go again. “My name's Clarissa, can I help you today?” she purred, standing closer to your boyfriend than she needed to. He took a step back.
“No thank you,” He smiled politely, holding you closer, “I’m just here shopping with my Girlfriend.” You’d always be thankful for Gojo’s awareness. You smiled at her and waved. Clarissa looked at you like you had four heads and a tail. Or, more accurately, a few extra pounds and a handsome boyfriend.
“Well, if you need anything, and I mean anything at all, let me know!” She smiled. You felt violent, but walked away, boyfriend in arm, before you could act on any of it.
“Well that was ridiculous.” Gojo muttered, “Who flirts with someone who's clearly spoken for?”
“No clue.” You muttered, knowing exactly who would. The kinda person that thought that they were hotter than the significant other. The kind of person confident in their ability to break up the relationship.
“Um, Hi!” You heard an unfamiliar voice call out. You and Gojo looked over to see another patron trying to get his attention. MotherFUCKER you thought. This girl would look more at home on a runway than in a department store.
“Um, hi?” Gojo asked, tilting his head to the side curiously.
“I was just wondering, are you doing anything for valentines day? Cause,”
“He’s doing me.” You said coldly, trying to figure out where these bitches got off flirting with your boyfriend in front of you. She looked more than shocked at your words, and not for the vulgarity of them.
“You’re dating her? Really?” The girl scoffed in disbelief.
“I am.” Gojo said firmly, “And you can talk to her about it, instead of acting like she doesn’t exist.”
“I don’t want to talk to her anyway, Love,” You said, using the pet name with authority, “Rude assholes are rarely good conversationalists.”
“Oh, I’m the rude one” The woman scoffed, “Listen to yourself!” she said, because of course she did. You couldn’t win. If you were quiet and kept to yourself, you must not have loved him enough to fight for him. If you spoke up and got rightfully upset, then you were treated like a mad cow in more ways than one.
“Come on Darling, let’s not waste anymore time here.” Gojo muttered, pulling you away from the situation. “People sure are bold today, huh?” He sighed to you as the two of you looked through a dress rack.
“I think it’s because valentine's day is in like, two days.” You said, “People are getting desperate.”
“Maybe, bu-hey!” Gojo cut himself off, his eyes lighting up as he pulled a gorgeous red dress off the rack. “What about this one? It would look stunning on you!” It looked tight. You suddenly became aware of your body again.
“Oh, I don’t know ‘Toru..” you muttered.
“Will you try it on?” He asked, “Really, I think this dress is perfect.” He smiled. You looked into his dazzling blue eyes, and sighed. You knew you were going to give into him. He was like a puppy, excited to go for a car ride. How could you say no?
“Of course Satoru.” You smiled, taking the dress from him and making your way to the dressing rooms. You were reluctant to leave him alone while you went in, but you trusted your boyfriend. You slipped into the new dress and felt..well, conflicted. The dress was dazzling! Its hem ended at the perfect length to make your legs look long, the neckline made your chest look phenomenal and it hugged your curves in all the right places.
But that was part of the problem, wasn’t it? It hugged your thighs, your hips, your stomach. You hadn’t been so hyper aware of your body in a long time. But, seeing all of those beautiful girls, all thinner than you, fawning over your boyfriend, well…it would make anyone feel insecure. You suddenly felt like any of them could take him from you. Like you didn’t deserve him. Like he deserved better, prettier than you.
You tried to push those thoughts out of your mind as you left the dressing room. That didn’t last long though. You saw Gojo waiting for you, staring off into space as no less than 3 absolutely drop dead gorgeous women talked at him. It didn’t phase him. He could literally have any woman he wanted in the whole world. So why were you forcing him to stay with you? Why keep him locked down when he could do so much better?
It was then Gojo finally looked to the dressing rooms and saw you. His eyes lit up like a christmas tree and a smile that could melt even the coldest heart broke across his face. He broke away from the gaggle of now confused girls and rushed to get his hands on you, placing his hands on your hips. “I knew that dress was going to look amazing on you, but fuck y/n I didn’t know it was going to look that good on you! I’m hardly going to be able to keep my hands off of you.” He teased softly, giving you a quick kiss.
It was then that it hit you, like a bag of bricks slamming against your head. He didn’t look bored because he was just that used to beautiful women talking to him, or because he could have whoever he wanted. He looked bored because none of those women were you. Because he fully could have any woman he wanted, and he wanted you. And suddenly, your heart melted.
“Well that's the plan, isn’t it?” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. For just a moment, your body issues were pushed back to the back burner, replaced by your love for the sorcerer before you.
“Hell yea it is,” He chuckled, stealing another kiss. “So this is the dress then?” He asked. You smiled proudly as you nodded.
“I think it is.”
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#Satoru Gojo#Gojo x reader#gojo x chubby reader#body insecurity tw#Gojo fluff#gojo x reader fluff
468 notes
·
View notes
Text
siren song - chapter 2*
previous chapter: chapter 1
next chapter: chapter 3
A/N: Thank you for all the love!!! I seriously cannot believe how much you guys are loving it! This is an extra long one, with some NSFW throughout (Ghost and Siren don’t get it on….. yet). The cantina mentioned is from the multiplayer map Las Almas but you don’t have to know that; I just thought it was cool :) Sorry for the long chess description, I just wanted an excuse to set up a match between Ghost and Siren later. Also, if you REALLY want to visualize the chess scene, go to the bottom of the post and copy and paste the numbers into the “Paste FEN/PGN(s)” slot at this link. Siren is the black set. Also, Siren is a bit fucked in the head when it comes to killing men, but that’s not without reason; we’ll get into it later.
Let me know what you think of the chapter!
Also, if you asked to be added to the taglist and you weren't, I may have just missed it! Just send me an ask!
Ghost
28 August 2022
0310, Classified location
Ghost calmly but swiftly gathered his things to shower and headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He forced out a breath and leaned his head back against the door, trying not to think about anything at all.
Because if he did think?
He would be thinking of what the fuck he just did.
First, he didn’t know what possessed him to offer his aid. If it were most people, he would have just let them do it themselves. But she was… something else. A test of willpower if anything.
He turned on the fan and shower and looked at his masked face in the mirror, gripping the edge of the sink. His knuckles turned white as his mind replayed the feeling of her skin under his calloused hands, how it felt as he tightened his grip.
He closed his eyes and hung head, trying to will away the fire creeping through his veins and the blood rushing downwards.
“I prefer up close and personal”
He sucked in a breath through his teeth and shook his head.
Get a fucking grip, Riley
His index finger was so close to touching her that he felt the heat coming from her.
But there was one thing that he couldn’t fucking get out of his head:
The smell of her desire.
At that thought, Simon “Ghost” Riley fucking snapped.
He fumbled to undo his belt, not bothering to take it out of the loops before unzipping his pants. He pushed down a groan when he took himself in hand, desperate for relief. The Lieutenant spat into his hand and began to stroke himself with a sense of urgency and doing his all to muffle any noises by gritting his teeth.
Ghost tried to think about the last time he had gotten laid; a woman whose name he couldn’t remember laid under him on a cheap motel bed, his thrusts causing the headboard to hit the wall. The more he fantasized, the more the woman’s face turned into Siren’s, causing his cock to harden even further, an impressive feat.
What would she like? Would she want him to fuck her slow and dirty, causing her to jolt forward everytime he bottomed out? Would she want it fast and rough with bruises to show for it?
Before he could mentally scold himself for jacking off to his subordinate officer, the scene morphed into one mirroring the situation from earlier, him on his knees and her above him. Except this time, she was leaned back against a wall, leg thrown over his shoulder while he had his balaclava rolled up just enough to devour her completely. His tongue attacked her clit with a sense of purpose, set on making her cum so hard she couldn’t speak anything except to beg him for more.
One hand harshly gripped her backside and the other was two fingers deep inside her, pumping in and out to the tempo of her moans and the sound of her wetness.
The visual of her moaning and begging to cum, normally so put together and headstrong, was enough to set him off, coating both his hand and part of the sink as he let out groan of pleasure.
As he regained his breath, he looked at himself and sighed.
“Bloody hell.”
—
Siren
28 August 2022
0900, Classified location
Neither you or Ghost addressed what happened the night before.
Maybe that was a good thing since he was your commanding officer and you had a job to do. You had to maintain some form of professionallism.
That didn’t stop you from finger fucking yourself to the image of him last night.
Stress relief, you told yourself.
You sat in front of a chess board, Soap sitting across from you in deep thought and Ghost in the living room, cleaning his rifle. You had only just started, both moving pawns. Soap moved first with a King’s Pawn opening, and you responded by using your pawn to block his. The game started off very slow, each only making neccessary moves and nothing too drastic.
Soap began to try and be more aggressive, moving his bishop to an opening left by your moved pawns.
“Check,” he said. You quickly blocked his move, giving him two options: have the bishop take out a pawn and then be taken by another pawn or retreat. He chose the latter. However, you did not let him get too far away, chasing after his runaway bishop with the pawn it almost took out. You were now on the offensive, eventually taking a knight after a few more moves.
His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you continued playing. The next couple of moves were slow, both circling around each other, trying to find the moment the other makes a mistake.
“What’s your name?” he asked you around the 20th move.
Your heart jolted for a second. Not that you weren’t expecting that question; you had actually gotten it a lot, from many people.
It wasn’t that you didn’t like your name, it was that names held power. And you would never allow someone to hold a power like that over you again. When bad things happened, they happened to Siren, the woman who was a killer, a seducer, a phoenix who rose above the ashes. You protected whatever was left of your old self, not willing to let anyone or anything rip her from you any further. Only bits and pieces remained, but you clung to them like they were sacred, shielding them; enough happened to the girl who was born with your name. She deserved peace.
In fact, the only people still left alive who knew your name was Captain Price and General Shepard you assumed, since your past was only known to those who were there in the aftermath or with high enough clearance.
“Just Siren,” you replied, moving a pawn to take his unmoved queen since you reached the other side with the pawn, you replaced it with another queen of your own. In chess, the king may be the most desired piece to take, but the queen was by far the most powerful, the most cunning; able to move in any direction on the board without being confined to a certain number of spaces. Fitting, in your opinion. “Check.”
Your tone must have been enough to dissuade any further inqueries in that line of questioning. He immediately took your newfound queen via his king. The rest of the game was accompanied by comfortable silence, broken up by the sound of metal being disassembled and cleaned by Ghost. Eventually you had wittled him down to two pawns, a rook, and a king, while you held all your pieces plus another extra queen, save for a few lost pawns.
“Check,” you said, having your queen positioned for the kill. You could tell Soap was looking for a way out, but he had very few options. You noticed that you no longer heard Ghost cleaning his weapon, possibly also intrigued by the match taking place between his two Sergeants.
Soap moved it out of harms way but only barely; he was still beside your bishop, primed to take it out. Before that was possible though, you moved it in front of the king, making it so if the bishop was disposed of, your queen would be able to take the king.
His next move was to move his rook out of any harm’s way, maybe hoping to provide an opening to take out a major player of yours before the inevitable end. However, it wasn’t nearly enough. Your rook slid to the corner, seperated by one space from the king, making its only realy option of moving to situate diagnal to the rook and adjacent to the bishop.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, knowing he was truly cornered.
You moved your second bishop directly diagnal, making it so any move the king made would get it taken out.
“Check mate,” you said with a small smirk.
He groaned but met your eyes with a smile, sticking his hand out.
“Good game, Siren. You’re a force to be reckoned with for sure.” You lightly chuckled and shook his hand. Chess was something you used to like Before, playing anyone you could find in the park. After, you were never really around people you could do things that low stakes with. You were always finding an angle, sleeping with a target, or killing someone. It was… nice for once.
“Ghost,” Soap called to him, “can you play?”
Ghost shrugged and locked eyes with you. “I’ve been told I’m pretty good.”
“We’ll have to play sometime,” you said, throwing him a wink.
“We’ll see.”
—-
Siren
29 August 2022
1400, Plane en route to Las Almas
Shortly after the chess game, Laswell contacted Ghost and told him you all would be going to Las Almas in search of Hassan along with the Mexican Special Forces.
You were currently in a private plane, sitting in front of a projector in between Soap and Ghost. Laswell’s voice came through a speaker, with maps of Las Almas being shown on the projector.
“Hassan was taken back into cartel protection in Las Almas. Mexican Special Forces confirmed. Hassan is moving something sizable towards the US. The cargo could be containers housing missiles.”
Pictures of several containers were shown and they did look identical to what was found in the warehouse at Al Mazrah.
“We don’t know how many and we don’t know the targets,” Kate concluded.
General Shepherd’s voice cut in. “To find out we need to capture Hassan and bring him in for interrogation. We’ll send Soap, Ghost, and Siren to link up with the Mexican Special Forces in country along with all the manpower they need.”
“We can’t start a war in Mexico, General.”
“Certainly not,” the General retorted. “I’ll task Phillip Graves and his Shadow company PMCs to assist. Their rules of engagement can help us cut some red tape and get this done.”
You watched the screen as pictures of Graves and some of his crew came up as well as a document regarding engaging hostiles.
“Mexican Special Forces have a general idea on where Hassan is but nothing concrete. It will be up to Siren to gather any possible intel on possible location. An electronic is preferred for tracing movement. Do whatever is necessary. Her mission starts at touch down.”
You could feel the eyes of both Ghost and Soap but all you did was stare straight ahead at your picture that popped up on the screen and let yourself begin to formulate a plan.
‘Whatever is necessary’, you thought. So you had unofficial permission to kill if needed and that if the mission requires you to sleep with them, you better get it done.
“Understood, sir. Let’s find Hassan.”
You stood up without saying a word, making a beeline for your tote bag. Not only did it house your tactical clothes, it also had civilian clothes you had specifically picked out as well as makeup and a collection of knives.
You headed to the airplane bathroom and grabbed some “appropriate” clothing; appropriate in the sense of the weather and the target. Short jean shorts, a way-too-thin white tank top and a light pink, lacy push-up bra that you made sure was visible. Just in case, you put on matching underwear as well. When you first started working, it began to make more and more sense to wear a wire, especially for high stakes situations. So, for those times, you sewed in a place in some of your bras that could conceal a wire but still record information clearly.
As you began to put on makeup, you started to come up with a backstory. You were an American college student, Abigail, 23 years old. You were on the last few days of summer break and wanted to experience all Las Almas had to offer. You figured the dumb American girl act wouldn’t be questioned. When it came to the Russian Ground Forces soldier, you took on a more forward persona; he was a nervous mess that clearly didn’t get hit on very often. This time though, you would need to be more submissive, more shy, more controllable. You needed to make them make the first move.
You put on your makeup, making sure to cover any dark circles, and brighten up your eyes with white liner, finishing with a light gloss. You wanted to be what men wanted when they say they prefer “natural” beauty.
You took your hair down from its place on your head and let it fall in waves down to past your shoulders.
Of course, you couldn’t go in without any protection; you shoved a small, curved knife, a favorite of yours, into your pocket. It was small enough that the outline could not be seen but still deadly all the same.
You looked in the mirror and smirked at the woman you saw staring back. She was a real looker, sure to capture any man she set her sights on. And yet, she wasn’t too obvious either in her goals; subtle enough that she wasn’t the center of the room, but just enough that once someone did take notice, they’d be caught in her orbit. Just before you walked out, you threw on a jacket and zipped it up, almost all the way up. You didn’t need take on your persona just yet.
You exited the bathroom, getting used to wearing flats after being in boots for so long.
“Jesus,” Soap breathed out, being the first of the two to see you. Ghost turned to look over his shoulder and did a double take. Both of them took a second, silently taking in your long legs and made-up face, so different than your normal clothes.
“Where are your clothes, Sergeant?” Ghost asked sternly after getting over the apparent shock of seeing your new appearance.
“In my bag if you must know,” you said nonchalantly, sitting back in your original seat. “I have a mission, Lieutenant. This is part of it.”
While he didn’t ask any more questions, you could still feel the heat of his gaze roaming to the bare skin of your legs.
—
Siren
29 August 2022
1500, Mexican Special Forces base, Las Almas
As soon as the three of you came off the plane, you were met with a Hispanic man you could assume to be Alejandro since he matched the photos in the brief.
“Alejandro!” Soap called out.
“Sergeant MacTavish,” he greeted.
“Call me Soap.”
“Lieutenant,” Alejandro began, looking at Ghost. “Laswell says they call you Ghost.”
“Actually, I believe he prefers to be—“ Soap started but was quickly cut off by Ghost.
“That’ll do.” The exchange made you chuckle slightly, earning a look from Ghost and a smile of approval from Soap.
Alejandro turned to you, giving you a grin. “Ah, and you must be la sirena. You a have an important job today. We’ll brief you in the van.”
You returned the smile and nodded.
“Welcome to the ‘city of souls’.” Alejandro said, gesturing for you three to follow him as he walked.
“I’ve never been to Mexico,” Soap stated.
“This isn’t Mexico… This is Las Almas.” Alejandro gestured to the surrounding area.
“Shepherd’s contractors are inbound to reinforce. They’re bringing hardware, they’ll need room.” Ghost told him.
“My base is your base.”
“Good,” Ghost replied. “Now, where’s Hassan?”
“The cartel has many safehouses around. We’re not sure which one he’s in. We can’t scare them off again, so we need to know for sure. Laswell told me la sirena can accomplish this?” He said, bringing the three of you to a black van.
“Yes,” you cut in before anyone else could speak. “Yes, I can.”
“Get in,” Alejandro said, opening the car door.
He got into the front while Ghost and Soap sat in the first row of seats and you climbed into the second row. A man was already in the driver’s seat, promptly introduced by Alejandro.
“This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.”
Rodolfo glanced in the rearview mirror at the three of you and mumbled to Alejandro, “Tengo miedo de los fantasmas…”
You snorted at the comment while Alejandro turned to the three of you.
“You know Spanish?”
“A bit,” you replied.
“No,” Soap said at the same time.
“You will…” Alejandro trailed off, turning back to face the front.
—
“We’re taking you to a well-known spot for Narcos. The cantina, near the market.” Alejandro said, looking at you in the rearview.
“Any specific target in mind?” You asked.
Alejandro handed you a picture. “Anyone with this tattoo.” It was a picture of a rose with two daggers crossed through it. “It’s the symbol of the Las Almas cartel.”
“Got a wire?”
“On the floor in a small box,” Rodolfo replied over his shoulder.
You found the box and turned around, facing the trunk doors, not really wanting everyone to see you struggling to shove a wire through a small compartment in your bra. You unzipped your jacket and pulled the tank to the side.
“Is there anywhere I can get the target alone?” you asked, trying to push the wire through.
“There is a bathroom outside. You’ll have to walk through an alleyway to get to it but its isolated,” Alejandro answered.
“Fuck,” you muttered, missing the small opening. “And how should I dispose of them? Does it matter?”
“Kill them however you want,” Alejandro said with a shrug. “It is not odd for a narco to end up dead; they’ll blame it on a rival.”
“What about backup?” Ghost interrupted, speaking for the first time since getting in the car. You finally were able to get the wire through and zipped the jacket back up before turning back towards the front.
“Well,” Alejandro started, “the cartel would recognize us as Los Vaqueros, cowboys, their name for us. Your mask would draw too much attention. That leaves Soap. He’ll wear a comms device and can let us know if we need to step in.”
“It won’t come to that,” you assure Alejandro, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror.
“Do not come in after me,” you continued with a serious tone, looking mostly at Ghost and Soap’s reflections. “I don’t care what you think is going on. It’s all an act. If I’m really in trouble I’ll say your names, but anything else, stay out of it. This is my job.”
“Jesus,” Soap commented. “What the hell are you planning on doing?”
“Whatever is necessary.”
——
Siren
29 August 2022
1715, Market parking lot
“Alright let’s get this show on the road,” you said, abandoning your jacket in the back seat. “Does the wire work?”
“Yes, you’re coming through clear,” Rodolfo said, holding a device connected to a pair of headphones. You stood, ready to move through the opening between Ghost and Soap’s seat to then exit after Soap but an arm blocked your path. Specifically, a tattooed arm belonging to Ghost.
“Is there a problem, Lieutenant?” You asked pointedly. Since he didn’t seem to be moving anytime soon you sat back down. He didn’t bother turning but instead looked at you through the rearview mirror and for a split second his eyes flickered downwards before darting back up. When they met yours once again, they displayed nothing other than cold steel.
“Go over the plan.”
You lightly rolled your eyes. You could see why there was a concern, especially since none of the people you worked with besides Laswell, Shepherd, and Price knew how often you did this sort of thing. And this is very low stakes compared to other assignments, having backup is rare. But still, it was a bit annoying having to confirm your plan more than once.
“I’m going to find a target,” you said beginning to count on your fingers, “get him alone, kill him, and steal his phone. You’ll be here in the very, very slim chance I need backup.”
I don’t know how much I’m convinced this is necessary, his eyes said.
I know what I’m doing, yours replied.
Both of you were silent for a moment before he spoke.
“Don’t get yourself killed.” Ghost ordered, moving his arm, allowing you to step outside with Soap. You could tell he was purposefully not looking at you, probably out of some sign of respect. You shook your head but didn’t mention it.
“Okay, so, I’ll go in first,” you told Soap. “Come in later so it doesn’t look like we’re together.”
“Roger that.”
You walked away from the van and away from Siren, instead stepping into the shoes of Abigail. Any tension you visibly held had melted off your shoulders as you walked, mirroring that of a carefree college student on summer break. You fixed your expression into one of soft eyes and sweet smile but made sure to sway your hips, playing the dichotomy of a good girl and a tease.
You made sure to look around at the colorful buildings around you, on one hand making a show of being a tourist but also spotting the alley you would take your target through. Las Almas really was beautiful; it was a shame they had such a problem with the cartel. At least you would be taking care of at least one member tonight.
Music and conversation bombarded your senses as you walked in along with the smell of alcohol. It was surprisingly very busy for being a little after 5PM. You got some stares as you walked further into the building, but no one stopped you or paid you too much mind. The bar was L-shaped with an open seat on the short segment, allowing you to see the rest of the patrons. The universe must have been feeling generous because in perfect eyeline was a group of men, with the tattoo Alejandro showed you on various points of their bodies. You could see the bartender laughing along with them.
Perfect, you thought. This provided you with a great opportunity to use the bartender to further your plan since he was clearly friendly with them.
Leaving the group of narcos, he approached you, throwing a charming grin your way.
“Hola, hermosa. ¿Qué te traigo?”
You gave him an embarrassed smile and told him, “No hablo español,” making sure to emphasize the lack of good pronunciation.
“Ah, American?” You nodded. “No problem, what can I get you?”
“Just a shot of tequila to start with, please,” you said with a sweet smile. It would work in your favor if everyone believed you were tipsy. In reality you could drink most people under the table due to years of practice which worked out in this instance.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Soap enter, taking a seat at a side table across the room with a perfect angle to see the bar.
You were already out of place with being American and a lone woman at the bar so it didn’t take long for you to garner sustained stares. You made sure not to meet any, giving off the air of obliviousness.
The bartender returned with your shot which you promptly downed, fake coughing and scrunching up your face. He chuckled at your act. “First shot of tequila?”
“How’d you guess?” You asked with a weak smile and self-deprecating laugh.
“How about something else?”
“I’ll wait a minute,” you replied with a grin, “I have to recover from the shot first.”
With that, he walked to the group of narcos and said something that made them laugh, likely about your “inexperience” with alcohol, and took a few orders.
Again, you made a show of looking around at the artwork adorning the walls but not returning any of the looks you could feel roaming your body, from your face to your chest to your legs.
The bartender soon returned, this time placing a margarita in front of you.
“What’s this?” you asked him.
“The caballero over there ordered it for you. Said you may like this a little better.” The bartender pointed to a man with a cartel tattoo on his shoulder who was already looking at you. You gave him a shy smile and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear.
You watched him whisper something in his friend’s ear before getting up and making his way to you.
Yes, that’s right, you thought.
You felt a warm palm on the small of your back and then a presence made itself known behind your shoulder.
“Hola cariña,” he said, sounding like he was sporting a grin. “I thought you may want to try something with a little less kick.”
“Hi,” you said in that sweet voice of yours. You turned your stool around to face him and looked up at his face with a wide-eyed expression. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”
“Try it for me, princesa.”
A little heavy on the nicknames but whatever works, you thought as you brought the glass to your lips without breaking eye contact.
You feigned a look of surprise before looking down at the drink and then back up.
“Wow,” you said, “this is, like, really really good!”
“What’s your name?”
“Abigail,” you replied. “What’s yours?”
“Miguel,” he answered with a grin. Before he said anything else, he took your hand and gave it a slow kiss on the knuckles. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in Las Almas?”
You held your breath for a second or two as soon as you heard “pretty girl” to create some redness mimicking a light blush, the alcohol also aiding in that.
“I’m on summer break from college,” you answered, “I haven’t been able to meet too many people since I don’t know anyone, though. You’re the first person I’ve really talked to.” You made sure to turn up your signature vulnerable face; irresistible to guys like him.
“I’m honored,” he said, “I can introduce you to more people if you want. They’re friendly, I promise.”
You smiled and nodded, taking the hand he held out and making sure to bring your drink.
You glanced over to where Soap was and found his lips moving, likely mumbling into the comms.
“Amigos, meet Abigail.”
You heard several greetings and beamed at Miguel, aiming to seem tipsier. He sat in the seat he had previously abandoned and instead of allowing you to sit in your own, he snuck a hand around your midsection and pulled you back to half sit on his lap, facing his friends.
His hands inevitably began to wander from their places on your hip and his own thigh. Miguel’s hand crept under your tank to rest on your waist while his other found a place on the inside of your thigh.
You made your breath hitch and jerked back into his touch.
You continued to drink more and got more liberal with your own touches. He sat sideways, facing his friends while you were perched on his leg closest to the bar, facing the entrance. You had a hand snaked through the hair at the base of his skull while the other caressed one of his arms.
It didn’t take long of you sitting and giggling at his cheesy jokes before he pulled the hair away from one side of your neck and began to place light kisses on the junction of your neck and shoulder, eliciting a pleased hum from you. His friends seemed to become emersed in their own conversation, occasionally glancing to you and Miguel. The kisses on your neck soon travelled upwards, stopping at your jaw. He turned your face towards his, looking at your dazed expression before capturing your lips. Now this guy was not as bad as the Russian Ground Forces officer, but still, nothing amazing. But then again, you’ve never really shared a “amazing” kiss with anybody in your life.
The hand resting on your waist travelled to cup your breast through the bra, lightly squeezing in response to a moan you made into the kiss. Miguel returned to kissing your neck, this time sucking as well, making you let loose a couple of more quiet moans that sounded very real to anyone who didn’t know you.
You looked at Soap who was pointedly looking elsewhere and watched him subtly point to his watch.
Alright time to strike, you thought.
“Miguel,” you said in a breathless tone, “I want to show you somewhere I found.”
“I’m enjoying myself here, Abigail.”
Internally you rolled your eyes.
You moved a hand from his chest and squeezed his cock through his pants, making him choke on a groan. “I think you’ll be really interested in this place. Maybe you could show me something too…”
“Alright, princesa, show the way.”
You wasted no time, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bar and to the alley.
You felt yourself become giddier, finally getting to the more fun part. Your prey was truly hooked, just waiting for you to strike.
But instead of going straight to the bathroom, you stopped in the alley. You just weren’t done toying with him yet; you loved this part. You loved it when they got so worked up, thinking they were going to get lucky when really, they were dancing with a devil. This is when you felt most like your namesake. You lured them in, singing sweet melodies to get them close, only to then drag them down under the waves.
You loved the control.
You leaned back against the wall and pulled Miguel forward; He got the message and pushed his body against yours, shoving a hand up your tank top and under your bra, grabbing your bare breast while his tongue explored your mouth.
Another hand of his crept downwards, slowly applying pressure to your heat through your jean shorts. I should probably start to move towards the bathroom.
“Feels so good…” you absentmindedly mumbled against his lips, rocking your hips into his hand and letting out a small sound each time. Man, I wish this was someone else.
A masked face crept into your mind before you could stop it. That was enough to jolt you out of your adrenaline-fueled mind and turn your focus back on the main mission.
“I need you,” you whined, pushing him back slightly. “Let’s go to that place I told you about. It’s super close.”
He relented his motions and let you lead him out of the alley and directly to the isolated bathroom, seemingly empty.
You flung the door open, pulled him in, and locked it behind you; you didn’t need anyone to stumble across what you were doing.
Miguel, emboldened by your manufactured urgency, pushed you against the door and attacked your lips once again. He quickly grabbed the bottom of your shirt and lifted it up over your head, glancing at your lace-covered breasts.
“Dios mio…”
Adrenaline began really flowing now not because of his touch, but in anticipation of what you were going to do.
Before he could start touching you again, you undid his pants in order to grasp him through his underwear, eliciting a groan. You really only did this so he would close his eyes and not notice you grabbing your knife.
Sorry about this Miguel… Not really.
You quickly slit his throat, watching as he fell to his knees, making unintelligible noises. Fortunately for him, you were good with a blade and he died quickly. Only with the really evil ones did you draw it out.
You found his phone in his pocket, the time reading 6:45. Damn you did take your time a little bit.
“Soap, Ghost, I found the phone. I’m coming back to the car,” you said, knowing they could probably hear it through the wire.
In the mirror you could see blood was spattered across your upper body and face, but you had a slightly crazed grin on your face, giddy at a job well done. You were no longer Abigail; you were Siren, through and through.
You wiped off the most obvious blood stains and threw your tank back on, covering any on your torso. Anything else you could clean back at the base.
You made your way across the parking lot to the van and the backseat door opened before you could open it yourself. Soap gave you a look that was a cross between bewildered and congratulatory. Alejandro turned and held out his hand into which you placed the blood-smudged phone.
Ghost glanced at the blood on you but otherwise didn’t say anything. Odd, but he was a man of few words.
“Laswell,” Alejandro spoke into his comms, “we got a phone, on the way back to the base for decryption.”
——
Ghost
29 August 2022
1745, Market parking lot, Las Almas
He wanted to kill her.
Between the outfit and having to listen to her flirt with some random narco, he was at his wits end.
“I can introduce you to more people if you want. They’re friendly, I promise.” Ghost heard this “Miguel” say to Siren.
Soap cut in over the comms, “Damn, I know why they call her Siren now. She’s really good at this.”
Ghost listened for the next fifteen minutes to her laughing at that fucker’s jokes before hearing her breath hitch and subsequent sounds of fabric being squeezed.
“Alright,” Soap said, “we’re getting somewhere. He definitely is not bothered by an audience.”
Ghost closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what was going on. As if her small noises didn’t spell out exactly what was happening. The sounds of lips meeting and muffled moans also clued him in to exactly what was going on.
He wasn’t mad because it was Siren doing it, he told himself, he was mad because it put her in unnecessary danger.
“Watcher-1 to Bravo-7, how copy?”
“Siren is with the target now. Are you sure this is going to work?”
“Yes, I am sure. Siren excels at this. However, we need to get a move on,” Laswell said.
“Roger that.” Ghost replied. He had to put his anger aside and focus on the mission. He could be pissed at Siren later but now called for cool and collected.
“Johnny,” Ghost hailed to Soap. “We need to get a move on.”
“Copy.”
Soap must have found some way to tell Siren to hurry the fuck up because the next thing he heard was a breathy Siren telling the narco, “Miguel, I want to show you somewhere I found.”
“I’m enjoying myself here, Abigail.”
Ghost then heard a male moan and Siren saying, “I think you’ll be really interested in this place. Maybe you could show me something too…”
“Alright, princesa, show the way.”
Ghost wanted to punch something.
“Siren is making her way out, target in tow. I’ll trail behind them.” Soap reported.
“Rog.”
Thank fuck it was almost over. At least that’s what he thought until she stopped on the way to the bathroom to continue fooling around, obvious by the sound of her back hitting the wall.
“What the hell is she doing?” he asked, irritation spiking.
“Playing with her food, I think,” Soap replied.
“Feels so good…” Ghost heard her say quietly, accompanied by small, rhythmic noises of apparent pleasure.
Just before he was about to tell Soap to somehow intervene, Siren finally left the alley.
“Target entering bathroom with Siren.”
Ghost heard a crash of lips and a muttered “Dios mio…”
What really caught his attention was the obvious sound of a zipper being undone and a loud groan.
He clenched his teeth, trying to contain his… feelings about the current situation.
And finally, fucking finally, Ghost heard the telltale sounds of mangled gasping and a thud.
“Soap, Ghost, I found the phone. I’m coming back to the car.”
When she entered, he only just looked at her briefly. Her hair was a little messed up and blood was speckled over her body. That damn lace bra was still showing though, now also sporting some blood. Despite the mess, Siren’s eyes were gleeful as she handed the phone to Alejandro. Ghost had to look away before he lost control of himself.
—
Siren
29 August 2022
1900, Mexican Special Forces base, Las Almas
The drive was fairly quiet, and you were okay with that, silently going over what happened in your head. A good show on your part, you thought.
When you got back to the base, you began to walk towards the nearest bathroom to rinse the rest of the blood off, but Ghost grabbed your wrist in a harsh grip and practically dragged you behind him.
“What the fuck, Ghost?” you asked him incredulously. He didn’t answer your protest but instead found the nearest interrogation room and pushed you inside it.
“Can I help you?” You asked, watching him lock the door. Again, he didn’t answer but instead of just talking to you like a normal person, he gripped your shoulders and pushed you against the nearest wall, making you look up at him. You never really noticed how tall he was until now.
“What the fuck was that?” he demanded in a quiet, but deadly tone.
“What was what?” you asked lazily, rolling your eyes and going to move his hands off your shoulders. Apparently, that wasn’t the right move because he grabbed your wrists with his hands and held them on either side of your head, leaning in close.
Now, maybe normal people would be scared; he was a killer and he sure was intimidating with the mask. You weren’t normal people, though. You were also a killer.
This was kind of doing it for you. You could feel yourself getting more and more aroused at his manhandling.
Not that you would tell him that.
“What happened to taking the target straight to the bathroom?”
“I was making sure he was hooked!” you defended. “I know what I’m fucking doing, Ghost. I was the one who found out Ghorbani was meeting with the Russians, you know. I’ve been doing this a fucking long time!” His eyes widened slightly, informing you that he did not know about your part in that mission.
“You know what I think?” His face got even closer, allowing you to see individual flecks of pigment in his eyes.
“What?” you whispered, a little enamored by the closeness.
“I think you fucking liked it. Did you, Sergeant?”
You scoffed. “You think men like that can please me, Lieutenant? Everything is fake. I like reeling them in and killing them but that’s about it.”
“Men like that?” he questioned, his deep voice going straight to your core.
“Weak men,” you said with a sneer. “All my targets are weak. And none of them have ever given me pleasure. I hope you can sleep soundly at night now.” His grip tightened on your wrists and he looked at your smirk with anger and a dash of heat in his eyes.
Just as he opened his mouth to come up with some retort to your smart remark, he tilted his head to the side, listening.
He released your wrists and brought his hand up to press the speak button on his comms.
“Roger that. We’ll be there.”
He turned to you, taking a second to unabashedly look you up and down, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.
“They got a hit on the phone and want us in the briefing room. Put this on,” He took off his jacket and threw it to you, leaving him in a short-sleeved shirt. “Let’s go.”
Without any comment on what just happened, he turned and left the room. You stood against the wall for a second longer before putting on the jacket. It was entirely to big for you, falling to your mid-thigh, but you found yourself pushing down another bout of arousal at the thought of how much bigger he was than you.
You shook your head of any further thoughts like that and walked out of the door, trying to catch up with his long stride.
Chess game:
Go to THIS WEBSITE
Copy and paste into Paste FEN/PGN(s) and you can start from the beginning of the match and press play
Chess moves:
1. e4 e5 2. Nc3 d6 3. Nf3 f6 4. Bb5+ c6 5. Bc4 c5 6. Nb5 a6 7. a3 axb5 8. Bf1 h5 9. b3 Qd7 10. Rb1 c4 11. d4 d5 12. h3 g5 13. Ra1 b4 14. Be3 dxe4 15. Bc1 exf3 16. gxf3 cxb3 17. Rg1 Qc7 18. Ke2 bxc2 19. Rg2 cxd1=Q+ 20. Kxd1 bxa3 21. Bd2 Bxh3 22. Rb1 Bf5 23. Ke2 Bxb1 24. Ke3 exd4+ 25. Kxd4 Qd7+ 26. Ke3 Bc5+ 27. Ke2 Bd3+ 28. Ke1 Bb1 29. Rg3 Qe7+ 30. Be2 b5 31. Bc3 Ra4 32. Rg2 b4 33. Bd2 a2 34. Rg1 a1=Q 35. Bxg5 fxg5 36. Rf1 Qc3+ 37. Kd1 Qd7+ 38. Bd3 Qcxd3+ 39. Kc1 Bc2 40. Rh1 Ra1+ 41. Kb2 Bd4
Taglist:
@jinxed-yep@july4th1918-mycaptain@rickgrimes12643@sarcasticwalrus0@aykxz98@midaribaby@your-highnessmarvel@ssqra@voidinfernal@nobody-000@theyounglingslayer@untoldshortsofthefandoms@memeorydotcom@kuutski@sodbos@lenasvoid@caleb-bailea@clayzayden@thelesbianwithissues@luxuricious@isasinterlude@kwiltshire13@summerbbygirl@persephones-garden@andromacher@jaysealynn@eternallysarcastic@cryingdvst@mystic-of-fire@bakusatsuhoe@tranquiiit@multiple-boxes-of-earthworms-de@kc-957@scaredknight@mrsspector-grant@sleepynyx@polar-pluto@orcishkitty@sodbos@iyaheartsabbyanderson@fluffyspaceprincess@itsagrimm@chiggennuggie@comedinewithmeyeh@muffinsz@bingblomp123@blazinghost@berrxessi @elentiyaiswriting@scaredknight@lovingly-kc@almostcrystalized101@spider-thot0115@starcoveredhoney@cvpitvno@harmssss@somnolentintrovert@callyum@rosegxoxo@thatawokenhunter@syd-vixious@orestukassss@ryunniez@kaitlynisinfinite@peachfridges
#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley smut#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost fanfiction#ghost x reader#ghost x you#simon ghost riley x reader
800 notes
·
View notes
Text
heartache || jung wooyoung
♪ song of the chapter
pairing : boyfriend! wooyoung x girlfriend! y/n
content warnings: drinking, drunk driving, arguing, rage rage rage, wooyoung falsely accuses you, not much plot jus the feels!
word count: 1.7k words ↴
⊹ authors note; back home by kayla is such an amazing song… it sucks to say it brings back interesting memories. i hope you enjoy the chapter :) please re-blog if possible ツ
“i don’t fucking care!!! i don’t fucking care what you seen!!!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs in wooyoung’s face. wooyoung tried to grab your shoulders, only resulting in you shoving him off.
“i seen everything!!!! i seen fucking everything!!!!” wooyoung yells. you can smell the alcohol on his breath, causing your face to scrunch up.
according to wooyoung, he saw you dancing “sexually” with mingi. according to wooyoung, you were “grinding” on mingi. according to wooyoung, mingi was “licking his lips” when you were “grinding” on him.
all you guys were doing was dancing to gangnam style, there’s literally no skin on skin contact that occurs during that song. you were letting him do his usual bantering, until he genuinely started talking shit and accusing you of stuff.
you walked to the kitchen, hands shaking. grabbing anything that could possibly calm you down. there was nothing to be found, so you just pace, hoping that wooyoung would just go to sleep. but nope, did you think he was gonna let up that easily?
“i practically saw his cock getting hard in his pants!!!!” he walks up to you again, you sighing in frustration.
“babe…. what?!?!?” you say in disbelief, holding your temples.
“you always talk about how big mingi’s cock is!!! you always talk about his bulge in his pants even when he’s not hard!!! you’re literally a freak when it comes to mingi!?!? so even if you did see something, it definitely wasn’t what you thought.” you yell in his face while chuckling, trying to make light of the situation. after no response from him, you decided to speak more or forever hold your peace.
“you are being fucking stupid. this is EXACTLY why yeosang said you shouldn’t drink tonight.” you said trying to get out of his face, wooyoung standing in your way nonetheless.
“he said that?!?!” wooyoung says very genuinely, backing out of your face.
“yes. he did say that. he seems to be the only fucking smart one out of the two of you…” you say walking to the fridge to grab a gatorade. you shoulder check wooyoung walking into your shared bedroom, hearing light cries from him some moments later.
this ALWAYS happens. he gets drunk, gets angry, cries, and then regrets everything the next morning all the while saying he’ll never drink again. this time around tho, you’re not gonna stay in the house with him.
you grab your tote bag and grab an extra change of clothes, putting on some pjs. you grab any makeup or self care products you may need for the night and the morning after.
your eyes well up slightly at the sound of wooyoung crying, as it’s the worst sound one could listen to. no matter how mad you are at him, the sound of his devastating crying will always make your heart ache.
you wipe your tears and sniffle, putting on your dwaekki slippers and walking past wooyoung to the front door, not daring to look at him. but you knew that would never happen.
he was bowing down in a praying position, crying hysterically.
“please don’t leave. please don’t leave me like this… i beg you, i beg you, i beg you…” he sniffles, not even looking at you.
“wooyoung… get some sleep.” you say shamefully, closing the door softly behind you.
you get in the car, starting it. of course the song that was previously playing on your radio was mist by ateez, very specifically wooyoung's part. you quickly change the song, switching it to a txt cd. fuck this shit.
“hey…” you say, looking at the person who opened the door.
“hey… what are you doing here so late????” beomgyu asks, pulling his sleeves down and running his fingers through his very obviously messed up hair from sleeping.
“i’m having issues with wooyoung again… and i really don’t want anyone else… involved right now because it will just start shit. is it possible to crash here tonight?” you ask beomgyu, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight shone behind you.
“no need to ask, y/n/n!!!! comeeeeee innn!!!” huening kai says, pulling you in while you stumble upon your feet.
hours after playing mario kart with beomgyu, soobin, and huening kai, you all crashed out on the couch. it was about 5am when yeonjun came tapping on your shoulder.
“y/n/n… y/n/n…!” yeonjun tries waking you up, only to not get any response from you. instead his shouting woke up the other members, all of them walking up to you to shake your shoulders.
“what… what!!” you say startled, looking around. you completely forgot how you even got here, until your heart dropped realizing that you got into yet another argument with wooyoung over absolutely nothing.
“chan is on his way.” yeonjun says while holding his phone up to his ear slightly.
“what??? what is going on???” you ask as you sit up, kai bringing you a glass of orange juice, followed by your thank you.
“well i guess wooyoung drove drunk to their dorm last night..” yeonjun starts to speak, looking off while listening to whoever was speaking on the phone.
“WHAT?!?! are you fucking joki- what??? is he okay? this motherfucker…” you say while kai grabs the orange juice from you and puts it on the table, to refrain from you almost spilling it on beomgyu from your hand motions.
“yes yes he’s fine… he wanted to be with changbin because he felt ‘alone’” yeonjun put up air quote marks while he holds his phone with his shoulder up to his ear.
you put your head down in shame and face palm. what will you ever do with this man? your heart races in terror, already mentally preparing the rage that you’re gonna release to reprimand him for his drinking and driving.
minutes later you hear a light knock on the door, already being able to tell it was chan with his polite self. you immediately get up just to have taehyun attempt to slow you down from getting to the door so fast.
terry could already tell what you were up to, he could sense the wheels turning in your head. you swing the door open, coming face to face with chan, changbin, mingi, hongjoong, and wooyoung.
“hel-“ chan starts to say with a smile, you attempt to push past him to wooyoung while beomgyu grabs your shoulders.
“you are SO FUCKING STUPID ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? you could’ve fucking hurt yourself!!!!! are YOU FUCKING.. ARE YOU STUPID??!!?” you yell in wooyoung's face, soobin grabbing your stomach to hold you back. you see wooyoung's eyes well up.
“no hello or anything??” chan whispers under his breath, mingi chuckling at him.
“i’m so sorry…” wooyoung says quietly, his voice cracking, along with your heart. your eyes well up slightly ofcourse, still having a fit of rage shown upon your face.
“for what?” hongjoong says while walking up to the both of you.
“what exactly happened last night, wooyoung. what did you do last night. you understand what you did right?” hongjoong asked wooyoung matter of factly.
“i- kinda? all i know is that i thought i saw mingi and y/n grinding.. but!! i was entirely wrong! i really was!” wooyoung's voice cracks, holding his hands up to you slightly.
“wait?!?! this was about me?!?” mingi asks with his hands on his chest, soobin looking at him with one raised eyebrow.
“it was.” you say while looking at wooyoung, hoping mingi doesn’t take anything the wrong way.
“and you did something else a little outrageous too, didn’t you?” changbin crosses his arms, getting in wooyoung's face a bit.
“yea i… i drove drunk…” wooyoung admits while fumbling with his hands, walking more towards you.
“i know. you’re an idiot, wooyoung.” you say with a straight face.
“i’m so sorry. i don’t even know what happened. i’m just.. i know sorry isn’t the answer because this seems to happen every time… it’s always a cycle…” wooyoung looks into your eyes for any bit of forgiveness. you break down, beomgyu immediately coming to you to comfort you.
“you guys are still crying?” yeonjun walks up to the group, while eating m&m’s out of his hands. this causes everyone to chuckle a little bit, raising your head up to laugh lightly. wooyoung didn’t care to laugh in the moment tho.
“look. we’re gonna have to figure something out, because there’s no way in hell i’d leave you. and there’s no way in hell i’m going to continue to deal with your drunk self, it’s just not cutting it anymore, wooyoung.” you speak lowly, kai leaning closer to listen.
“yea maybe like… on the days wooyoung wants to have a little fun you guys can stay at our dorm, so we have better control on who says what and how we can prevent things.” hongjoong walks up to you and wooyoung, brushing past kai to get closer to the two of you.
“i’m fine with that… i’m just tired of you accusing me of things wooyoung. i don’t know if you don’t trust me or what?? why can’t you ever take my word for things..” you look down.
“it’s really not me that doesn’t trust you, it’s emotional drunk woo.” wooyoung grabs your hands.
“i will trust you until the end of time, and i swear on that.” wooyoung says, looking into your eyes.
you look at him with doe eyes, leaning in slowly to hug him. changbin awes and most of the boys walk inside the house to give you some space. hongjoong stays outside and talks to you both some more, just mending some things.
all three of you start to hear beomgyu yelling while running around the house. you walk in to see mingi chasing beomgyu with a crab that taehyun planned to cook.
“come back with that…!!! these kids…” taehyun says while looking down with his mouth cover mask on.
“these kids…” soobin speaks with a sigh. he runs to mingi to try to grab it out of his hand, only to be chased with it throughout the house while screaming.
most of the house was laughing at this moment, and you’re just so glad that you have these friends to come to no matter your problems with wooyoung.
thankyou for reading! check out my masterlist that gives you access to my other writing! i also make audios, but those are not for the weak. ↴
writing master list
audio master list
#wooyoung#wooyoung imagine#wooyoung angst#ateez#ateez imagine#kpop#imagine#blurb#angst#txt#txt imagines#yeonjun#beomgyu#taehyun#huening kai#soobin
84 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ladybug (Chapter 8 Final Chapter)
Intensely Dark! Rafe Cameron x Acutely Aware! Reader
WARNING: Non-Consent, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Stalking, forced interactions, Causing trauma, unhinged obsession. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI
Summary: After a fresh breakup with her ex, Kyle, a chance encounter leads to an entanglement between Ladybug and her friend, Sarahs, volatile brother, Rafe, who had long standing conflicts with her friends. However, what began as an accidental hookup, quickly spirals into a troubling situation as Rafe's infatuation takes a darker turn. His fixation becomes a source of distress, as his persistent harassment disrupts Ladybugs Peace.
Series Masterlist
Rafes POV
My patience has officially run out, and I’m furious.
I thought I could use Sarah to get my hands on Ladybug but she eventually proved to be worthless.
I never expected some random old man to play hero once I pounced, but here I was in my room fuming, and without Ladybug to warm my bed.
But I’ll get my hands on her, and she’ll realize that I’m the best she's ever gonna have, I just needed to wait a little longer.
There's a pounding on my door, breaking me from my thoughts, and before I can think to answer, Sarah comes barging in frantically, looking at something on her phone.
“John B. is at the beach, I think he’ll be there for a little while, if we hurry we can catch him.”
She’s a mess, she’s been a mess since Johnny Boy got the balls to dump her ass.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Sarah, she’s my little sister. But I know better than anyone how much of a self-conceited bitch she could really be.
She’s good at hiding it, I’ll give her that. But now it’s catching up to her, and if I’m being honest I’m proud to be part of her downfall. Maybe she could benefit from being knocked down a peg or two.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, agitation lacing my tone.
She stops to look at me, body still as if shocked to hear me speak before responding.
“You said you would talk to John B-”
I held my hand up to keep her from continuing.
“Under the condition that I get Ladybug.” I gesture to the space in my room “Where is she Sarah?”
“You can still have her, but you have to speak to John B. for me please Rafe.” She has her hands clasped together,begging for me to see her way, but I don’t fall for it.
If I’m being completely honest, all I really care about is getting Ladybug, all this extra shit Sarah had me doing was starting to get on my nerves.
I sigh standing up to my full height to look down at her.
“Be honest Sarah, how long had you been fucking Topper, really?”
She’s taken aback by my question.
“What are you -?” she starts but I interrupt.
“Spare me your bullshit, from one scum to another, how long?” I cut to the chase.
Sarah and Topper had been fraternizing long before I caught them. Topper, though my friend, was truly a pathetic man.
He started dating Butterfly, when he found out Sarah had been cheating on him with John B. Sarah likes to say that they weren’t together, but that's cause she’s full of shit, considering that they never had a conversation to cement them going their separate ways.
When he started dating Butterfly there was a shift in Sarah’s attitude, and it was only a matter of time before Topper started spilling the beans about their ‘Secret Relationship’.
Catching them together in Sarah’s room the night of our house party only confirmed what I already knew. And to be honest the only reason I said anything about it, was because she and John B. were getting in between me and Ladybug.
Sarah stutters and I just laugh.
“I don’t get it, why don’t you just go back to Topper.” I question crossing my arms over my chest.
“I don’t want him! And he’s not even answering his phone, I think he blocked me.” her attention pulls back to her phone.
He did block her.
When I revealed Sarah and Topper's relationship to John, not even a day later, Topper called me in a panic, frantically asking how Butterfly found out and broke up with him over Sarah.
My guess, John B.
One might assume Topper would eagerly reunite with Sarah given the opportunity, but apparently not. Instead, he was focused on damage control with Butterfly, and part of that involved blocking Sarah.
I sigh, grabbing her by the shoulders and gently pushing her out of my room.
“Look Sarah, I think you need time to find yourself and figure out what you want in life.” Once she was out of the door I tried to close it but she pushed her hand against it.
“I want John B, and I need your help to get him back, you need to take back what you said Rafe!”
“You need to grow the fuck up!” I say slamming the door and locking it in her face.
Sarah was useless, I needed to find another way to get to Ladybug.
I laid on my bed as Sarah pounded on my door yelling obscenities at me but she was a lost thought now.
All my focus was now on my Ladybug.
***
The first time I saw Ladybug, there was a huge bonfire at the beach, Pogues, Kooks, Tourons, the works. And there she was, I’d seen her around, but this was the first I actually paid attention to her, and boy did she have my attention. Too bad she had some loser tied to her the whole night, so I let it go, or at least I tried to.
I may have confronted her and her little boyfriend and caused a scene in front of everyone. I didn’t understand why I did it, at least not until afterwards.
A few weeks later she's in my living room with Sarah and a bunch of other pogues, and the whole thing just rubs me the wrong way. Since then just seeing her face would get a rise out of me.
Imagine my surprise when she's waltzing in my living room while I’m hanging out with Topper and Kelce. Tail tucked between her legs and the saddest expression I’ve ever seen on her face.
Seeing her in my house with no access to her pissed me off, I asked her why the fuck she was in my house as soon as she said Sarah said she could, I started tearing into her.
Next thing I know, she’s on her knees balling her eyes out, and if I’m being honest, I started getting hard.
She looked so small, so vulnerable, so beautiful.
I found myself reaching for her, and before I could take another step, she backed away begging me not to hurt her. Topper asked her if she was ok, and she sniffled a ‘I’m fine’.
I take another step, just wanting to touch her once and she screams out. I tried to calm her down, but she just said something about waiting for Sarah and going outside.
It was then that I realized my chance. For the next few hours I sat and thought about how I could get in with the pretty girl sitting by my pool.
I remembered a special package of pills that I had stashed away in my room and I couldn’t help but think that this was the perfect time to use them. As soon as Butterfly came over and Topper and Kelce left, I went searching.
When I found them I grabbed 2 heading downstairs to the kitchen to grab 2 bottles of beer. I crushed both and sifted them into one of the bottles, swirling the bottle so the pills could dissolve in the liquid.
I make my way to the pool, and just as I step outside, Ladybug stands. I convince her to sit back down and hand her one of the bottles. I asked about her little break down, and when she took a swig of the beer my heart skipped a beat. I had her and frankly I didn’t give a fuck about the rest of the conversation, but I needed a bit more time to let the substance settle into her system.
It was only a matter of time before she was in my grasp like putty.
I had her in my bed in no time.
It was exquisite, despite the lazy movements she was very responsive to my ministrations, by the end of it all we were both naked and covered in a sheen of sweat. I had her again the next day, and something told me to grab her phone and download a tracker on it. The third day early morning, I headed downstairs to grab a couple glasses of water, when I came back, she was gone.
I was pissed. How dare she fucking leave me?
I rushed to get some clothes hoping to catch her before she disappeared. I spent half the day looking up and down Figure 8 trying to find her, but I never did.
When I got back home, I slammed my door and screamed out in frustration ready to destroy everything in sight until something on the nightstand catches my eye.
Her phone, I grab it squeezing it tight.
I would have her again, I just needed to be patient.
When I managed to give her back her phone, I knew where she was at all times, and it gave me some reassurance about having her again.
When I finally got to taste her again, it was during an impromptu Cameron house party. This time she was wide awake and the sounds she was making, the way she reacted, how she tightened around me.
What really got me going was her gorgeous face, from the tears running down her to the pleasure in her eyes.
I was harder than a brick and I fucked her all throughout the night.
***
I had her again, following her up and down Outer Banks ready to spring at any moment, since the incident with Sarah and the crook, who snatched her up from me.I asked Dad to take care of him. But since then I’ve had to keep a low profile.
Dad said if I wanted her I needed to chain her up, and never let her go.I had to admit having that conversation with him was difficult because I knew exactly what he meant.
He allotted mom certain freedoms, and where was she now?
No, I wanted Ladybug and I want to keep her for as long as I could. As soon as I had her in my grasp I was not letting her go, under any circumstances. I would not make the same mistakes Dad did.
It was easy to get a hold of her again, I admit it was pure luck.
It seemed like the other pogues had their own things going on so she was alone most of the time, and I got the feeling that she was running away from something. She was at the beach, and she stayed there all day.
I watched as she moved around, swishing thoughts in her own head, completely unaware of my presence.
When I looked around I realized this was the perfect moment to take her. No one was around, not even the food cart vendors.
I slowly snuck up behind her , and I was even surprised at how close I got before she even realized that I was there.
I held her tight, holding my hand tightly over her mouth and she immediately started fighting back.
“Hey, Relax, re-” when she smashed her head against my face, I accidentally let her go.
Anger overtook my senses, as I chased after her, pain and rage pumping through my veins. When I catch up, I tackle her to the ground, immediately wrapping my hands around her neck from behind.
I started squeezing.
“I’m tired of you playing hard to get, if you don’t behave then I’ll make you behave.”
I don’t hear any confirmation as we both struggle so I continue to choke her
“Answer me, will you behave!?”
Before I know it, her body is limp, and I immediately let go at that realization. She fell head first into the sand. And for a moment there is a pause as I’m putting together the pieces of what just happened.
I quickly rolled her over, and put my ear to her mouth. When I hear staggered breaths, relief washes over me. I look around the beach, and it’s still empty. So I gather her in my arms and take her to my truck. I finally had her, and nothing would keep us apart this time.
***
It takes her a bit longer than I’d like, to open her eyes, when she eventually does she finds herself naked, and tied up spread eagle to my bed with her mouth gagged.
When I see that she’s woken up I stand at the foot of the bed waiting for her to take notice of me. In the meantime I admire my handy work.
As I gaze at her naked form I can’t help but appreciate how truly stunning she was. How could she possibly be a Pogue?
Well, she didn’t have to worry about that anymore.
It takes a bit of time, but after blinking a few times, I see that I have her full attention.
“Hey Sleepyhead,” I say as softly as I could, I have to admit, I’ve never been happier. I finally had her to myself. “ You had a long nap, how are you feeling?”
She starts freaking out pulling on her restraints and trying to scream through the gag. I quickly rush to comfort her, the bruise on her neck catching my attention, but I ignore the thoughts that came with it.
She would be fine, I’ll take care of her, and with time she’ll realize just how compatible we are.
The tears don’t stop flowing but it seems that she’s calmed down.
“Listen, we belong together, and you may not be able to see it now but you’ll see it eventually.”
She started getting worked up again as her sobbing intensified.
It was fine, no one would be able to hear her, and she’d learn her place eventually.
I looked up and down her form as she was lost in her own thoughts.
I could still have my own fun, I straddle her body, and she goes back to her uncontrollable sobbing.
I don’t freight as I feel up the sides of her body trailing my hands to her breasts and twirling her nipples between my fingers.
I feel a flutter in my cock as it hardens with arousal as her body begins to shake more violently than before. But I use a hand to hold her still by her neck, again choosing to ignore the bruises from our previous altercation, and she finally stills. I palm her breast with my other hand more intensely, before shoving her nipple into my mouth, swirling it around with my tongue before letting go with a pop, and giving some attention to the other.
I kiss her gag, before nibbling, and sucking all of her skin down her body until I reach the goldmine that is her pussy, releasing her neck during my journey. I start my venture by pressing my tongue flatly against her outer lips, lapping up and down her precious area, slowly sneaking my tongue in deeper and deeper until I push my tongue inside her, savoring her flavor.
I move my tongue up to her clit giving it special attention, and this is when she begins to squirm, feeling the pleasures that I’ve forced on her body, and my cock twitches at the thought of getting a reaction out of her.
I alternate between swirling my tongue against her clit to gently sucking and before I know it she's quaking against my mouth and her juices begin to flow.
I waste no time lapping it up and at this point my erection is painfully digging into my bed. I sit up and rush out my clothes. Slowly climbing up her body, resting my body between her legs before laying my eyes on her once more.
This time she looked at peace, as if accepting her fate, I smiled and decided to give her a bit of leeway. Reaching back to release the constraints on her feet.
She bends her knees as her thighs involuntarily tightens around my torso.
I hold one hand against her waist to still her body, while using the other, the help in pushing my length into her cunt.
Up on initial penetration I let go and laid completely into her. Pausing to revel in the warmth of her core.
I was in bliss.
I adjust the position of my legs, forcing her own upwards, with no choice but to wrap around my body.
In good faith I removed the gag, and covered her lips with my own.
Slowly moving my hips back and forth in the process.
Dragging my manhood in and out of her folds. Slowly increasing my momentum as ecstasy began to overtake us both.
Her choked mewls and whimpers egged me on as I continued to take her.
I finally had her, I finally had my Ladybug.
And I’d make sure to keep her forever.
Tags:
@applelovesposts
#Dark! Rafe Cameron#dark obx#dark! rafe cameron x reader#Aware Reader#Pogue Reader#dubious consent#dubcon#manipulation#unconsent#shy! reader
35 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Forgotten One Extra: Fool’s Gold
A/n: Don’t know if you all remember this series but @vanwritesfan-fiction had the brilliant idea for me to expand on it a bit. Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Angst.
“Here are last month’s progress reports. We need to get all of this information together by next week and adjust the payroll.” Cleo sifts through the other sheets laying on the side of your desk, hoping to lighten your stack. The two of you had been up to your necks in paperwork, looking forward to another round of number crunching and maximizing the company’s revenue when it comes to placing bets.
“I do have to meet with accounting later and figure out our plus and minuses, see how much we can squeeze out before cashing in during the Kentucky Derby.”
This time of the year was always the most stressful being in your position. Director of operations means being the overseer of essentially every division. You felt like you were being pulled in a million different directions, constantly on the phone with partnering companies and making sure that everyone on staff was taken care of. It was the most overwhelming but fulfilling job you’d ever had. You just wished there was more time to sit and actually eat lunch.
“Ben is out sick today so I’m gonna go grab us some more coffee. Do you want your usual?” You asked Cleo on your way out the door, waiting for her to nod. Once you got your answer you headed down the hall, almost to the elevator when you heard hushed voices. You recognized them immediately. They were two women pretty fresh out of college working in marketing and sometimes they reminded you of yourself and Cleo when you first got to Churchill Downs. It made you smile.
“We need to submit this by tomorrow night so we can get to the meeting with y/n on Friday.” One of them said, messing with her phone.
The other one held the door for her and nodded in agreement. “Y/n’s cool and a nice boss but god I wish I was her. It would be so nice to not actually have to give a shit about your job when you’re fucking the owner of the company.”
“I know. I’m surprised she’s still as active as she is at work because I know for sure I would be at home enjoying my life as the trophy wife I am.” Her voice sounded so upbeat and excited when all her words did was cut down your confidence. Is that what your coworkers thought of you? A full-time live-in girlfriend and part-time Churchill Downs employee? Hearing that all the work you’d continuously put into your job and this company were reduced to a mere hobby made you sick. As soon as they were out of sight, you rushed down the stairs and didn’t even bother with the elevator.
Comments had been made like this about you before, you knew that. People always had something to say about mixing relationships with work, especially when you decide to date the boss so most of the time you let the comments roll off of you. But something about this made you feel…gross. Instead of being an inspiration to the women who worked alongside you, you were the poster child for nepotism. And the thought of that made your skin crawl. But of course, all of those thoughts had to be set aside at the end of your workday when you accompanied Jack to a Chief Executive dinner, where a bunch of business people gathered in their Sunday best, ate a lavish meal and somewhere along the way engaged in meaningful peer interactions.
The evening started off normal, other than the necklace you were wearing causing more irritation than usual. The room was stuffy and Jack was whisked away to talk to the executive officer of Delta Airlines about some deal with flights for this year’s Kentucky Derby. Even though you knew that Jack knew you should be involved in the conversation and would end up taking care of everything anyway, the interaction happened so fast that you found yourself sitting without him at your table when the first course of the evening was served. Just the sight of those stuffed mushrooms took away the little appetite you had left. Taking a sip of your wine, you subtly tried to scan the room to find him and see if you could catch the last part of the conversation, or at the very least, introduce yourself.
“Don’t worry. You get used to it.” The man sitting a few seats away said, breaking you out of your search. The whole situation made you feel like a child whose parent had forgotten to pick them up from school. “They just leave us here to fend for ourselves. At least the dessert options are usually good. Cheers to my fellow plus-one. We struck gold, didn’t we?” He raised his glass, making you grip yours even tighter as you held it in the air, downing your drink immediately after. You excused yourself from the table, finally spotting Jack surrounded by a group full of people who you recognized as sponsors for some of your biggest events, smiling and laughing without a care in the world and it felt like all of the air in the room had disappeared. Instead of heading to your boyfriend for comfort, you found yourself outside wondering if you could really do this for the rest of your life.
Could you?
“Baby? Did you hear what I just said?” Jack laughs, bringing you out of your daze. Rapidly blinking and coming back into yourself, you shook your head. Most of the night had been a blur and you didn’t even remember the drive home. Had he held your hand at all that night? Had you two even spoken to each other?
“Sorry, no I—I didn’t. What is it?”
He walked over to you, placing both thumbs on your temples, his hands were still a little cold from the walk into the house and it soothed your stress-induced headache. “Is everything ok? You seemed a little off tonight.”
“I’m good, just tired I think,” you tried to reassure him…and yourself. “Tell me what you said earlier.”
“Oh um, Ed invited us to his Chairman’s Club Gala. I think we’re really close to securing that partnership with them and it would be huge for us to have him and Delta Airlines on board.”
The light in his eyes and the excitement in his voice almost made you say yes. But then you remembered tonight and the incident from earlier in the day and—
“Jack I can’t. Maybe you should just go by yourself?”
“Y/n, I need you! We’re a team. And you know—”
“It looks better for you to be in a committed relationship? I get that. But I just, I can’t right now.” You let go of the hand you were holding, opting to cross your arms over your chest.“You don’t even realize what happened tonight do you?” You whisper.
Jack recognized the subtle shift in your energy.“I knew something was wrong.” He pauses, taking a breath. “What happened?”
“You left me. Treated me like some regular woman instead of someone who has a huge role at YOUR company. It would’ve been nice to meet Ed and get to talk to people instead of sitting at the table alone while you do your thing. You say we’re a team but it’s feeling like that’s only when it’s convenient for you.”
He leans against the counter next to you with a deep sigh. “Fuck, you’re right. I should’ve made sure you were with me but I just got way too ahead of myself and it was shitty. I’m sorry for that and at this Chairman’s Gala I will be better. I promise you.”
“Jackman, you're not hearing me. I don’t want to go. Seriously, I didn’t go to college majoring in how to be the perfect arm candy.” You were desperately trying to keep your voice from rising, but it was already happening.
“You are not arm candy, nobody said all that” he rolls his eyes.
“Actually they did!” You snap. “This morning, I heard people talking about me, about us. And shit they might be right. At the office I am in charge but out in the world where it really matters? I’m just someone on your arm and the shit’s embarrassing.”
“So being with me is embarrassing now? Got it y/n. Just because two nobodies at work said some dumb shit now you’re letting it affect you and affect our relationship?” He counters, clearly getting frustrated. “I’m telling you that this thing with Ed is really fucking important to me and you’re worried about everything else. This is business, sometimes we do shit we don’t wanna do and we make sacrifices. That’s a part of the damn job.”
“Actually? I clocked out of my ‘damn job’ hours ago. Right now, I’m trying to get my point across but we aren’t getting anywhere.”
“Because you’re not LISTENING to me.” He yells, the darkness to his tone immediately had you on the defense.
“I don’t have to! This isn’t about you right now and I know you’re shocked, but not everything is about you.
“It is so much more than just making teeny tiny sacrifices, Jack.” The tears were already threatening to escape. “I smile in pictures even though on the inside I’m fucking seething. I sit in rooms I wouldn’t even be allowed to breathe next to had it not been for my sex life. I make conversations with people who have been riding on their partner’s coattails since before I was born and I’ll be damned if I become one of those insensitive bitter plus ones who think the highlight of their life is to suck the martini off of their olives.”
“I’m not one of those people I—my parents would be so disappointed in who I’ve become. Shit I’M disappointed in who I’ve become. I don’t even know who I am right now. And you just want me to stand there, shake hands and smile for the fucking camera and go through the motions. It’s not as easy for me to fake it as it is for you.”
That definitely had his attention. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means you don’t get it Jack! You were born into this. You were literally born for this, every moment of your life has prepared you to be in this position. I’m constantly being thrown to the wolves and I have to do my best to catch up. All of this bending over backwards to fit in is hard. Especially when we are clearly not on the same page about well…anything it seems.”
Jack’s face drops at your confession. “So you—what do you want me to say? What can I do? Because I don’t want you to feel like you’re wasting your time.” He lets out a shaky breath. “I know this shit is…hard. And I admittedly haven’t been paying as much attention as I should have been and that’s my fault. But we still have each other. Right?”
Right?
“God I—I don’t know.” You sob.
He wraps you in his arms, holding you close. “Baby, we will figure it out. We just need to—”
You sighed deeply, struggling to keep it together, creating a bit of physical distance. “Oh my god Jack, there is no just. You don’t understand what it’s like and you never will. There is no simple fix and you’re not going to swoop in and make it all better. Not this time.”
“I don’t know if I can do this forever, I mean look at what it’s doing to us already. I basically just called you a spoiled brat, twice. You? The love of my fucking life. I don’t want to resent you, I don’t want to regret any part of being with you and here we are at each other’s throats over a fucking gala. We can’t keep going like this.” You looked at his shirt that was soaked with your tears but you couldn’t stop crying. Not when you were about to do this.
“I think we should—”
“No.” Jack stopped you, his eyes bloodshot red when you met his gaze. “We’re not doing that. Fuck no. I mean—please. Y/n please.”
His begging almost broke you and you’d never forget the look on his face as long as you lived. “I love you,” you began, “I love you so much. But if we are going to figure out how our lives, if our lives actually fit. We just need some time apart. To be sure that this is really what we want.”
“Please Jack, I need this.” You beg. “I’m so sorry.”
He nods his head slowly, leaving you with a simple kiss on the forehead.
“I know what I want. I want you.” He tells you with the utmost confidence. “And if that’s not enough, then maybe we aren’t meant for each other.”
Taglist
@jackharloww
@vanwritesfan-fiction
@middlechild404
@harlowcomehome
@itsyagirljaz
@iknowdatsrightbih
@earthtoharlow
@realwifeofjackharlow
@rosie-posie08
@heavyhitterheaux
@hoodharlow
@jackiehollanderr
63 notes
·
View notes
Note
I've never requested before so idk if I'm doing it right and also idk if this is what u meant by soulmate au so feel free to just ignore it if it isnt- but maybe something where soulmates have the same mark or symbol as each other, and daryl and reader's is the little skull tattoo that he has on his hand?
Group of Outcasts
── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────
Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Pronouns Used: None Mentioned
Word Count: 1,552
Warnings: None
A/N: Tysm to @stqrluvr for proofreading!!! Also one of the characters may or may not be named after @lov9r 🤫🤫
The day you got your soulmate mark was supposed to be the best day of your life, and for most, it was. However, when you get a skull on your hand, a lot of small minded— small town people, kinda go crazy. Plus, it didn’t help that you already had a bad rep around town due to your Mama leaving and your Daddy being a drunk. You were seen as trailer trash and nothing more.
It didn’t bother you all that much, it was a small small town and people were going to judge. You got used to the glares from Mrs. Thompson when you passed her house, the way the sea of students would part when you came down the hall, and the way police officers’ would pay extra close attention to you when you were around.
So even after you became an adult and your Daddy died, you stayed in that town, it was all you knew, after all. You kept dealing with the glares, the parting, and the spying.
Then people started getting sick. And people who were sick became these monsters. So you packed up your shit and went off. You lived alone in the woods for a while before coming across a group of 7 people. There was Timmy, a nice man in his fifties who was accompanied by his wife, Mia, a woman in her thirties, and their 8 year old daughter, Charlotte. There was also Cece, a seventeen year old girl who was desperate to prove herself to the group. And Grace, a twenty-something year old who reminded you a lot of Annie from Annie Get Your Gun. And last but not least, Johnny, a 16 year old boy, and his Dad, Sydney.
You very quickly became the leader of the group. You led them around Georgia for a while before you ended up being caught by some walkers and lost everyone but Charlotte, Sydney, and Grace. So now here you are with 3 people to look after, despite being barely able to look out for yourself, stranded in the middle of Georgia with nothing.
You were fucked.
“Y/N.. when are we gonna be where we’re tryna be?” You let out a frustrated sigh.
“Grace, I dunno how many times I can tell you. We aren’t going anywhere specifically. We’ll just find somewhere dry to camp for a bit. I don’t know how long it'll take for us to find somewhere like that so please have a little patience.” She glares at you in response. You return your eyes to the road ahead of you. You’d been through these parts many times searching for other signs of life but.. there was nothing. You often found yourself wondering if you four were the last humans alive.
“Take a left up here. Should be a neighborhood right down the road.” Sydney says, pointing at an intersection. You do so.
A few hours later you were slowly making your way through the neighborhood when you realized that Charlotte was missing.
“Sydney, where the hell is Charlotte!?”
“I.. I dunno she was just here..” Your heart drops.
“When was she just here? You were the one in charge of her, where the hell is she?”
“I—“
“Sydney.”
“I helped her get out of the truck and.. and I thought she was behind me.” You let out a chuckle. And then another one, and another. Soon you were hysterically laughing. “Grace, go look for Charlotte around the truck.” The girl nods and runs off. “You and me,” You poke him in the chest. “Are gonna talk. What in the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking; she ain’t my kid. She won’t ever be Johnny. You keep putting us together as if we’re gonna click just cause I’m a— I was a Dad. That’s unfair.” You scoff.
“Unfair? What’s unfair is that Charlotte lost her Mom and her Dad within ten minutes and now the man she looked up to left her for dead. That’s unfair. How about this? How about I leave you here.” His eyes widened.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would.”
“Uh.. Y/N?” You hear Grace yell. Your neck snaps to her direction where a man with an eyepatch is holding a gun to her temple.
“Don’t take another step.” He says, his voice is coarse.
“Let go of her.” You spit back, pulling your gun out.
“I don’t think you want to do that.”
“I think I do. Let her go.”
“Why should I?”
“Because if you don’t, I’m not afraid to blow your fucking brains out.” He laughs.
“You couldn’t get me from this distance.” You see Grace slowly reach into her pocket and grab a knife.
“Couldn’t I?” You tilt your head to the side.
“N—“ Suddenly, the man starts screaming in agony. Grace had stabbed him in the neck. He fell to the ground, his gun going off a few times in the process. Grace grabbed the gun and shot him in the head. You run up to her.
“Are you okay?” You put your hands on her shoulders. She was shaking.
“Did I just.. I just killed him, didn’t I?” You sigh.
“It was you or him, Grace.” She nods slowly. “Now let’s find Charlotte.”
Thankfully, you did find Charlotte pretty quickly. She was hiding out in the truck after she realized she had forgotten her knife.
Two days later, You, Grace, and Charlotte were getting some much needed sleep inside of a shed while Sydney kept watch. It wasn’t too long before the shed door burst open, waking all of you. Sydney slowly walked in, a man following him with a crossbow raised.
“Who the hell are you?” You jump to your feet and stand in front of Charlotte.
“Names Daryl.”
“Okay, Daryl. What do you want?”
“How many people are in your group?” You furrow your brows.
“Syd, Grace, and Charlotte.” You pause. “What do you want?”
“How many walkers have you killed?” You squint your eyes.
“Man what are tou talking about? Why would I keep track?”
“How many people have you killed?”
“What? None! What the hell is wrong with you?”
“One.” Grace whispered.
“There’s a community, ain’t too far. If we leave now, we can make it by dawn.” You glance at Sydney and Grace.
“You’re just gonna barge in here, pointing a crossbow at Syd, ask me these unsettling questions and then invite us to move in with you?” You shake your head. “Go to hell.” The man stares into your eyes for a moment before removing the glove from his right hand. You look at him with confusion before finally realizing what he was showing you. He had a skull tattoo on his hand identical to the one on yours. He was your soulmate. “Oh.”
“So you comin’?” You nod slowly.
“Yeah, we’re comin’.”
The drive to the community, Alexandria, was quiet. Daryl barely spoke and you had the feeling that it was an all the time thing, not just because he didn’t know you. When you arrived at Alexandria, the gate opened almost immediately. You were welcomed in by a man named Rick Grimes. He asked you guys some questions before showing you to a house.
It seemed too good to be true. There had to be some sort of catch.
“Y/N! They’re having a little shin-dig tonight to welcome us into the community, you coming?” Grace asked as she walked into the house. You had been reading a book on the couch for the past day.
“No.. you gonna take Charlotte?”
“Yeah... That book good?” You nod mindlessly. “Must be.. ain’t seen you interactin’ with anyone at all. Not even your soulmate.” You glance at her. “Well.. if you change your mind.. I’ll see you there.”
That night, you could hear the party happening all the way from your house. It was disrupting your book. Okay, and maybe you felt a little guilty about being so curt with Grace.. So you got up and walked to the party. You stood on the sidewalk staring at the house for a bit, wondering if you should go in. Parties were never your thing. People were never your thing. Was this even a good idea?
“Hey..” You turn around, startled by the sudden voice. You’re relieved to see Daryl with two men behind him.
“Oh, Hi.”
“Er.. This is Aaron and Eric, guys this is Y/N.” You muster up a small smile for the men.
“It’s nice to meet you both.”
“Likewise! Are you heading in?” You glance at the house again and shrug.
“Not sure if I’d be welcome.”
“You can join us if you’d like? We always have dinner together when they throw parties. You can be a part of our little group of outcasts.” Aaron offers. You look at Daryl who raises his eyebrows. You nod.
“Yeah, okay.”
Dinner was lovely, although you didn’t talk much, you found yourself enjoying the company of the three men very much.
“Maybe you can join in next time too!” Aaron said as he waved to you.
“Absolutely. Thanks for having me.” You waved back and started walking to your house.
“Y/N, wait!” You turn around to see Daryl running towards you.
“Yeah?”
“Mind if I walk you home?” You smile.
“Not at all.”
132 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
shamelessislamreligionhorse
Krishan 🙏🌹🙏
3woodsboy
Woodzone
avenxgrs
romania holiday
lifeofruck
THE FAQ.