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jakescakeislateforourdate · 2 months

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Hey girly!! Im too shy to ask this without the anonymous filter but first of all I’ve been reading through your blog and I love it honestly. I was wondering if you are open to requests if you’d be able to write up something about joe rantz (I am absolutely LIVING for blonde callum) and maybe a coaches daughter trope? he saw her when he went to sign himself up, at the practices all that jazz and just them like becoming friends then more than friends, the boat scene where he gets his seat taken away from him maybe? thank you so much and again I love your work! xx

Hello, my lovely anon. Glad to see you in my inbox. I apologize for the wait but I've been coming out of an awful slump and I was trying to make this piece not total garbage. I hope you enjoy it and I hope I see you in my inbox again.

Two Steps Forward, One Step Back

Joe Rantz (Callum Turner’s) x reader

wc: 4,600

Joe finds himself utterly gobsmacked when he discovers that the pretty face he’s seen at the shell house is the coach’s daughter and not his wife.

Enjoy this garbage!

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Joe Rantz had come to the shell house in search of work. He’d hoped that making the team would cover his tuition and get him a room and he needed it so desperately. Roger Morris stood next to him, chewing nervously at his nails. “Sorry, Joe, didn’t realize competition would be so tight.” He mutters, spitting out a shred of his fingernail. Coach Ulbrickson was going over the basics of practice. It sounded like absolute hell to Joe but he was out of options. He fidgeted with the number painted on his jersey. Sure, he was strong from a lifetime of rough labor but so were the other boys. Most of them were broke too and just as desperate. Joe didn’t know if he had what it took to stand out but he’d be damned if he couldn’t make a life for himself because he couldn’t muscle up some money for college.

As Ulbrickson speaks, a shadow appears in his office window. It’s too far for Joe’s nervous gaze to actually study the figure. He tries to focus on coach but the shadow continues to draw his attention. Roger notices too. “Who the hell is that?” Joe just shrugs. The shadow never leaves the window even as Ulbrickson finishes up and the boys get split up. Joe can’t dwell on the figure any longer because he’s being herded into the middle of shellhouse. He begins a horrible set of workouts. His body is made for hard work but he’s never actually worked out before. His muscles aren’t used to straining this way.

It’s not long before his breathing becomes labored and sweat is pouring down his back. His curls hang down his forehead, sticking to his skin uncomfortably. And just when the pain is becoming unbearable the coaches are swapping them out and Joe is put on a junky old boat and an oar is pushed into his hands. They start rowing and instantly, the only thing on Joe’s mind is how bad his back hurts. Pained grunts and groans echo across the water as the boys struggle to keep pulling the oars.

Eventually, it’s all over. Joe stumbles onto the dock in front of the shellhouse and feels his knees shaking with excursion. Men begin to drain away from the shellhouse and as the numbers dwindle, the shadow in the window of Ulbrickson’s office reappears. It moves through the glass panes like a swan through water. Then the office door opens and Joe sees your face for the first time.

“That was some tough practice, huh?” Roger bumps Joe’s shoulder, a crooked smile on his face. Joe cannot respond and Roger follows his gaze. “Washington, Washington, what finery you enjoy.”

You descend the steps and take a place between Ulbrickson and Bolles. Ulbrickson puts and arm around and Joe feels his heart wither a little. You’re probably Mrs. Ulbrickson. Though he can’t shake the impression that you look a little too young to be with Ulbrickson.

“Alas,” Roger throws up his hands, “Finery we cannot also enjoy.”

“Don’t be crass.”

“I’m not! How was that crass?” Roger purses his lips and nudges Joe.

Joe just buttons up his jacket and picks up his books, “C’mon, let’s get outta here.”

The very next day, Joe is suffering through practice. He aches all over and his muscles scream at him. He’s already shaking when he gets done with the basic strength building exercises. Most of the boys are. There are fewer numbers today but this does not better Joe’s odds by much. They clamber into Old Nero and start rowing away. His wrists twinge and his knees spasm. He rows and rows until he thinks his body will give out and then Ulbrickson is directing them back to the shellhouse. Jow crawls out of the boat, soaked to the bone and stiff as a board.

Then he sees you again, this time your sorting registry papers with Pocock. Your back is turned to him, so you don’t notice his longing stare. He keeps telling himself that you’re a married lady and that he should be focused on making the team, but nothing seems to chase you from his mind.

Coach Ulbrickson sweeps across the dock and places a hand on top of your head, an odd gesture between husband and wife but Joe wouldn’t know about those things. Since his group was the last to use Old Nero, they get the privilege of stowing the oars. Joe begins unlatching the mechanism when he shifts on his knees.

It happens so fast he can’t clock what’s happening. First there’s the sensation of slipping, the horrible thrust of his legs flying out from beneath him. He twists mid slip, and his side smacks the dock painfully before he’s swept off the dock by his own weight. He plumets into the cold water with a catastrophic splash and agonized shriek.

When Joe resurfaces a dozen hands are reaching for him. He grasps onto George Hunt’s forearm and allows Shorty to hoist him onto the sodden wood planks. A fluffy white towel is draped around his shoulders; firm hands rub his chilled biceps. “Are you alright?” You face appears before him.

Joe is almost too stunned to speak, “I—yeah, yeah I’m okay.”

You tuck the ends of the towel into his hands, “Better get showered up and dressed.” Joe just nods and stumbles past you and into the locker room. Roger follows closely behind, teasing Joe relentlessly.

“You’re fallin’ harder than I thought.”

“Roger!” Joe grinds his teeth, huffing and puffing. “You need better jokes.”

Joe spends that night struggling to focus on his schoolwork. He has math homework that needs doing. He has books to read. The one in his hands now periodically goes in and out of focus as Joe’s mind wanders. On the page is the story of a western novel, a man had found a girl walking alone the road at dusk, all on her own. He didn’t want to leave her to the coyotes, so he offered her a ride into the nearest town. They were riding horseback across the prairie. Her arms wound tightly around him; her hands splayed over his chest.

Her hands—

What is wrong with you, Joe?

Joe reads this line over and over again. Each time he nears the end his brain short circuits and all he can think about are your hands on your shoulders. You hadn’t even really touched him, at least not his skin. Yet the only thing shooting through his neurons are the sensations of your fingers along his skin. That imaginary touch he can conjure up so perfectly. He eventually gives in and skips down a few paragraphs. He reads late into the night and the phantom touches are still nagging his senses when he closes the book and rolls over to sleep.

…

Day after day, Joe sees you at practice. You congratulate him when he makes the team and help him with his technique every once and a while. “Roll your wrists just a bit more.” Your fingers would poke at his forearms and direct him in graceful strokes. It fries his brain. You give pointers to the rest of the team too, working closely with Bolles and Pocock to get them in racing shape. It’s not long into the season when Ulbrickson decides to switch coxswains.

“This is Bobby Moch. Your new jockey.” Bolles announces one day. Bobby is short and slender and sharp tongued. The second he climbs in the boat and starts barking out commands, Joe is flabbergasted. Who is Bobby to talk to the team this way? But they all find themselves obeying his every word. What really irks Joe about Bobby is how friendly he is with you. You exchange jokes and poke fun at each other. Joe tells himself that he just thinks it’s inappropriate to flirt with the coach’s wife but beneath it all he’s incredibly jealous that Bobby can make you laugh so easily. It makes Joe pine for attention in a way that he never has before.

The day of their race against California, Joe is all jitters and nerves. He bounces on the balls of his feet and shakes his hands, trying to loosen the anxiety. Streamers and garlands of flags decorate the locker room and the campus. People have gathered in clusters along the course and wave flags of purple and gold. The smell of popcorn and peanuts permeates the air and Joe promises to indulge himself if they win.

As the crew carried their shell down to the water, they begin chanting to themselves. “Bow down to Washington!” They neglect the varsity’s jeers and clip their oars into position. They spot Coach Ulbrickson in the stands, you at his side. And then there’s another woman. And Ulbrickson hugs her. And then he kisses her.

Right in front of you! What is going on?

“Rantz! Eyes on me!” Bobby hollers. But Joe can’t help stealing another confused glance. “I said quite drooling over coach’s daughter and LOOK AT ME!”

Joe feels like an idiot. He puts his head down in shame and tightens his grip on the oar. Ulbrickson joins them on the dock and gives one of his famously encouraging speeches. Joe is only half paying attention. They push off and are left with lovely Bobby hyping them up while they wait for the race to start. They lean forward, like a bow drawn for a shot. And then the white flag flies and the boats shoot away from the docks.

There’s nothing but blur as Joe rows. He can only focus on the muscled shoulders of Don Hume in the stroke seat as Bobby screams at them. “28!”

About halfway through the course, Bobby demands the stroke rate be upped and Don performs. The shell lurches forward, eating up the distance between Washington and Cal until the JV boat surpasses the Berkeley blokes. Then the boat is cutting across the finish line, a clean win. Adrenaline rushes Joe’s veins. He throws his fists in the air as the team splashes and roars. They’re inevitably drowned out by the crowd who bursts up in a shower of peanuts and Washington flags.

Coach Ulbrickson, the new woman Joe assumes his Ulbrickson’s wife, and you rush the dock as the boys climb out of the boat. “Excellent job.” Mrs. Ulbrickson shakes their hands as they unclip their oars. Bolles is compassionate enough to give them each a pat on the back as they hoist the boat over their heads and haul it off.

Joe can’t help but notice the copious amounts of onlookers pooling around the shell as they carry it back to the shellhouse. They set it down on the stands and before they can even take their hands off the shell, they are bombarded by Washington fans. Girls reaching out to stroke their biceps or kiss their cheeks. Joe has never received attention like this once in his life. He’s as polite as possible, brushing off a few girls here and there and shaking the hand of the occasional fellow. Shorty has accumulated a few lipstick stains on his cheek. Don Hume is blushing from the tips of his ears down to the point of his freckled nose. Chuck and Roger accept a few hugs. They bask in the winners’ glory for only a few moments until the varsity team strolls by. They make a comment to Moch that Joe doesn’t catch but judging by the way Bobby’s shoulders square he can make obvious conclusions.

“You rowed so well today, Joe.” He hears your voice, and his palms start to sweat.

“Thanks, I uh—” It occurs to him that he doesn’t actually know a thing about you. “Sorry, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten your name.” You smile at him, and syllables fall out but the crowd is too loud. “What?” Your grasp his shoulder and lean in, the sound of your name echoes off the shell of his ear.

When you pull away, you’re still smiling but before Joe can ask you another question, Bobby is buzzing by with a play-by-play of exactly what happened in Bobby’s world.

You shade your eyes and peer down at the docks, “Looks like dad is almost done with the varsity. I should get down there.” You say, and Bobby turns around to talk to Shorty. “Hey. Will I see you at the party tonight?” Your hand rests on Joe’s shoulder. He prays you can’t feel his heart skip a beat.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there.”

“Good. You had better save a dance for me, Joe Rantz.”

You leave him breathless, the butterflies in his stomach so vicious that he shudders. He watches you disappear down the pathway to the dock and his heart starts hammering with anticipation. You want to dance with him. You want to touch his hands, touch him. And then he remembers that you already did that, he was too focused on the motion of your lips that he’d hardly registered the sensation of your hands on his arm. Damn! What had it felt like? He’d remembered it’d made him flabbergasted and choked his speech but he couldn’t remember how the grooves in your palm felt as they brushed over his skin. The warmth of your fingertips. He curses himself out and vanishes into the locker room to get changed.

…

The dance rolls around rather too quickly and Joe is swimming in nerves. He has to tie his tie twice because he messes up so badly, he can’t even draw it tight to his neck. Roger found out all too quickly and hasn’t let Joe catch a break.

“A date with coach’s daughter. Careful Joe, Ulbrickson might throw you off the team if he catches the wrong look in your eye.”

“Shut up, Roger, I’m not greasy like you”

“Ouch, that hurts me.”

“Clearly not enough.” Joe hisses as he finally gets his tie right.

“Feels like I’m a father about to send his kid off to prom.”

Joe sighs and throws on his suit coat. “Oh, please—”

“Look at you fly, shooting out of your league.”

Roger works a smile onto Joe’s face, and they set off for the party. Spring is finally warming the campus up from a brutal winter and a few couples mull around outside. Joe and Roger find their way into the crowded gymnasium, both shocked by just how loud it is. Joe can’t even hear his own thoughts. They spot the team almost immediately, clustered around tables, drinks in their hands. A few of the boys are dancing with some lovely dames, a few are leaned against the wall having close conversations. Don is sitting by himself on a bench a few feet away from the refreshment table, watching the dance floor. Joe is turning to follow Roger towards the other boys but an arm loops through his, “Thought you weren’t going to show.” You practically shout.

Joe can’t help but grin as you capture his attention. “You weren’t joking.”

“Not a bit, Rantz, didn’t have any other dancing plans except for this one.”

“Guess I should make it worth your wait then.” Joe leads you into the thicket of bodies.

He prides himself on the laugh you let out, “please do,” you say as he takes your hands and spins to face you. He places his hand high on your waist and cradles the other gently in his palm. He can feel the smooth plains of you hand against his. Each crease and each callous. His are no doubt unbelievably rough from the rowing and he would feel bad but right now all he can feel are your fingers lacing through his. “You’re not half bad.” You tease. Joe knows his cheeks are heating up to a flaming red. Probably his ears too.

His hand migrates to the small of your back as the music changes into a soft slow song. “I’ll be completely honest,” he starts, “I had no idea you were the coach’s daughter.”

“Then who else would I be?”

“I thought you were his wife.” He looks away sheepishly, but your laughter is so unrestrained and whole that Joe’s heart melts. You can’t stop laughing either and it’s contagious.

“You’re an engineering student, right?” Your shoes brush as you sway with him.

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Joyce.” Joe’s heart drops. In his infatuation he’d forgotten all about her. “She was trying to hit on you, but she figured out that your attention was elsewhere.”

“You too are good friends then?”

“Just since the start of the year. We have an English class together.” You and Joe talk for a while, it forces you to be close and neither of you care to separate. Eventually, you move outside and sit with sit with Joe on the steps of the gym. It’s still chilly out and you sit close to Joe which he doesn’t mind one bit. At some point your head rests on his shoulder and you close your eyes. Joe can do nothing but stare down at you, his mouth agape.

“Why is your heart beating so fast?” You trace his knuckles with your pointer finger.

Joe’s head pounds, his mouth dry, “This has never happened to me before.”

“None of the girls from high school? Never?”

“Not one.”

You look up at Joe and reach to smooth back a blond curl. “Shame, they were missing out.” This makes Joe smile again and he’s immensely pleased with how easily you do that to him. Make him happy. He hasn’t felt like this since… he can’t remember when. Sure, he was happy when the team won but that was different. That was pride. So was making the team. This feels more affectionate, closer to the heart. He wonders if this is what love feels like but that would be silly; he’s only known your name for a day. He’s also never been flattered quite like this. Besides Joyce, he can’t think of anyone else who’s actually been interested in him. Certainly not one who compliments him the way you do.

People start to drain out of the gym very slowly and Joe checks his watch. “So late already?”

“Guess I should get home; my dad will be wrought with worry.” You joke and straighten out your skirt.

“Can I walk you home?”

“I would love that.”

Joe offers you his hand, “Where does coach live?”

“Not too far.” You accept his calloused hand and direct him off campus. Surprisingly, Joe has read the book you’re reading for English and time flies as you discuss the book. Then Joe makes a sobering comment that makes you stop and study him.

“His parents remind me of my own.”

Joe realizes what he’s let slip, “Don’t worry about it too much. I’m okay.”

“Can I ask what happened?”

Joe presses his lips into a line and stares down at his worn shoes. A wave of self-consciousness washes over him as he realizes how ragged of a life he has lived and just how much it shows. “Well—”

“Is this why you have a hard time trusting your team?”

“Hey now,”

“Sorry.” You take his hands.

He grimaces and squeezes your soft palms. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yes.”

Joe sighs and swipes a thumb across your knuckles. “My Pops just… left me one day. Told me I’d be fine on my own.” Joe gives you parts of the story. Mostly what he feels like stomaching at the moment.

When he’s finished you let go of his hands and cup his cheeks. He sinks into the touch, soaking it up like a flower budding in sunlight. You don’t say anything, you just look at him. You look at him like he’s the only thing that’s ever mattered and his heart trembles because he has never once known what it’s like to be that for someone else. And then you stand on tip toes and plant a hearty kiss on his forehead. “This is it actually,” you gesture behind you at the hosue that must be the Ulbricksons’. “I’ll see you tomorrow at practice?”

“Yeah.” The spot on his forehead that you kissed tingles. “Nowhere else I’d want to be.”

…

The Poughkeepsie Regatta rolls around all too quickly and Ulbrickson has to make a decision. The varsity boat who deserves it. Or the JV boat who could win it. His hands sweat as he stands on at that pulpit and reads off his preplanned speech. As he talks, he thinks about the future of the rowing program. The jobs it has provided him and Bolles. About how Pocock would have to find work elsewhere and it’d kill Al Ulbrickson to send him away.

He leans into the mic and spits, “and that boat is our JV boat.” It has to be them. They have to win. Moans and groans blow his way as the crowd rejects his announcement. Regret washes over him but he cannot take this back. He has to be right about his crew. He tips his hat and hustles off the podium as the JV bursts into celebration. He has to be right.

…

Joe is more than pleased to see you on the train to Poughkeepsie. He slides into the car with you, and you chat away. You were fast friends the night of the dance and have since become closer. The kiss on the forehead still lingers sometimes, especially when Joe sees your lips form your smile. You entice him into some card games and eventually a game of chess. At some point, he decides that he needs to sleep and bids you goodnight so that he can find a train car to sleep in. But before he does, he sneaks a chaste kiss onto your knuckles.

His good mood is stamped out the very next day when the team takes to the water. They don’t row good, and frustration starts to build. Bobby and the coaches try and get them working together, telling them that it’s just nerves and new water. But tensions rise regardless. The days start to dwindle, and the crew is getting worse and worse.

Blame starts to turn to him, and Joe is at a loss. He doesn’t want to believe that he’s holding the team back, but he thinks back to what you said that night he walked you home. But the most awful feeling creeps over him, not an ounce of care. What’s wrong with him. This crew has been the only family he’s had in years. He needs them. But he can’t bring himself to admit it.

Before he knows it, it slips and Ulbrickson is exiling him from the boat. As the crew watches Joe storm away, their spare crawls in and they set off for another row. Bolles taps you on the shoulder, “you had better see if you can do anything. Enlist Pocock if you have to.” Your father nods along.

You set out to find him, not that it was hard there’s not many places he can go alone. He’s stuffing his suitcase when you find him. “Don’t start.” He snaps. Then he sees your expression and his anger sours. “I’m sorry. Shouldn’t—”

“Don’t give up on your team, Joe.”

“I’m not.”

“You are, you’re quitting and throwing everything you’ve worked for away.”

“Don’t, don’t even start to pretend you know me.” He realizes too late that he’s made everything so much worse and before he can fix a thing Pocock is at the door.

“I could use some help putting another coat of oil on the shell.”

You duck past Pocock and leave Joe with a painful pit of remorse in his stomach. He follows Pocock and takes the talking to straight to the heart. As he lathers on a thick coat of oil, he figures he can bargain with Ulbrickson in the morning, but he should make a proper apology to you now. He racks his brain for anything that would make it right, but he’s horrifically inexperienced and it’s crippling him now. He feels like a child having a tantrum. He feels miniscule and insignificant.

After Joe dunks his brush into the whale oil can for the last time, he figures he’d better just confront the issue head on since he has no way of handling it delicately. He has no grace and he’s sure you’re aware of this. Pocock gives him an encouraging pat and takes the can from him. Joe winds his way back to the hotel and through the halls. Your room is on the second floor, third door down. He knocks gently, eyes lingering on the hideous carpet and tacky sconces. The door swings open after a moment and Joe is met with your disapproving glower. His tongue seems to swell in his mouth so badly that he worries it’ll flop out when he tries to speak.

“Coffee?” You ask when you realize he will stand there silently forever if you don’t let him in.

“No… I just wanted to—to apologize.”

“Oh really.” Your eyebrow quirks.

Joe is fumbling for words. You stand aside and motion for him to step inside so you can have this discussion in privacy. “I know that was wrong to take out my frustration on you. That wasn’t fair and none of it is your fault.” He twiddles his thumbs. How does he go about this without absolutely butchering it? “I just—” As he trails off, he notices a hurt dullness in your eyes. He recognizes it as pity. “You and the crew are really all I’ve got, and I’m so scared I’m going to lose it.”

“These boys aren’t going to leave you behind unless you separate yourself from them like today.”

“I know.

“Really?”

“Pocock made sure I know.”

The edges of your lips tilt up. You pull him down onto the foot of the bed and take his hand. “Are you actually going to try and trust them?”

“Don’t have enough faith to put it in anyone else.”

You squeeze his hand and trace a finger along his jawline, sweeping a knuckle under his chin. You force his stubborn gaze to you and find nothing but desperation. Wanting things like this doesn’t come natural to Joe and it shows, but he’s not so different from the other boys in that boat.

You reach up and fiddle with a curl, “apology accepted.” Tears pool in the corners of his eyes and he tries to choke them down. You place a hand on his chest and rest your forehead on his. His breath fans over your cheeks. The tip of his nose brushes yours. His shoulders sag inwards and he reaches for your waist.

“Can I—may I kiss you?”

Joe’s sweetness never fails to amaze you. You cradle his face and bring him closer. “Yes, Joe.” His breath hitches and his lips finally meet yours for the very first time. He’s gentle but generous and lets you kiss him for as long as you like. His arms wrap around you fully and hold you to his chest. He gets the feeling that he’ll be craving these moments all the time now, finally understanding what Roger and Chuck rave about. He’s hooked on your lips and your weight against him and when you pull away it breaks his heart.

“You should get cleaned up before you talk to my father, you smell like whale oil.”

...

Dear Reader,

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-the author

#boys in the boat #Joe rantz #callum turner #joe rantz x reader #callum turner x reader

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katiapostsss · 2 months

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DRABBLE:

hate sex with anakin skywalker.

AGH FIRST SMUT FIC IM NERVOUSS

warnings!: piv sex, usage of the word 'slut', degradation, swearing. dead dove don't eat!! (ive never written smut before so sorry in advance for any other warnings i might've left out.)

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"fuck— you."

anakin was a drug you could not stop going back to. he found ways to intoxicate you even in sleep, even in waking. he'd haunt you in your damned grave. and you got off on telling him you hated him. you made it a known fact, even as he pounded into you with relentless speed and knowing eyes. you couldn't get enough of that drug. he knew it.

"if you wanted to switch, you could've just asked earlier." that smug grin. with his dick drawing and pushing back into your needy cunt, you couldn't think about much at all. after all, he was the reason your back was arching into him more. he was the reason sweat rose and prickled across the plains of your skin, the reason sounds you'd never even known existed before left your throat so fast and loudly. his dick sheathed itself inside you again and again, each thrust eliciting more and more of that feeling. the feeling within you you knew only he could bring forth. "y'know, when you initiated."

"i— fuck— fucking hate you—" you gritted out, and felt a dark chuckle vibrate against your chest. your eyes were screwed shut and still you could imagine the look on his face. when you finally opened them, you found his own gaze was on yours. you mewled, twisting, back arching and head throwing back to break the stare. it was so hard to think about hating anakin then.

"as you've told me before." his eyes fled to that contact. to his dick in your cunt, to your wetness dampening the sheets and coating him. all of him. you could do nothing but lay there and dig your nails into his back, into his hair, his tip hitting that special spot within you over and over and his abdomen slamming against your pelvic bone in almost a pleasurable, painful way with each thrust. "but you do seem to like my cock, huh? filling you up so nicely. look at your beautiful little cunt, taking me so well. like it was waiting for me. did it fucking miss me?" his eyes were on yours again. then to your tits, jerking upwards every time he drove into you. your face screwed in desire and tears were wetting your lash line. his fingernails dug so lovely into your hips. you couldn't bear it. "answer me, slut. you don't want me to stop, right?" you bristled.

"yes— mhm!" your voice threw out. anakin's eyes met yours again. and he smiled so beautifully you felt your toes curl. you felt your nipples harden. you felt yourself dancing across that lovely edge, felt his hard cock retreat and bury back within you. "mi— missed you soo much," you drawled, and still, that grin. it grew wider, even. you didn't have time to hate him. you couldn't give into that feeling too soon, or it'd feed his pride. so you threw your head back again, and it was only pulled back to face him once more. his hand on your chin.

"that's what i fuckin' thought. look at me while i'm fucking you." your knees weakened, a heat filling your core so abruptly you moaned out into the sex-tinted air. the sound of your squelching pussy filled your ears. "such a fuckin' brat. thinking you can act like you hate me when you know damn well it's my cock you get drunk off of." his eyes darkened over. your chest pushed into his when your back involuntarily arched. "it's my cock you go home too, huh? my cock you wait for." your pussy clenched against said cock, face twisting in pure agony as your climax awaited at the end of the tunnel. you were so close.

"please, ani!" you mewled, dragging your nails down his back, fat tears trailing your cheeks. you looked like a fucking mess. a mess that made him almost tip over. his thumb pressed into your lips and you obligingly opened your mouth, desperate. his other hand reached down and you felt his fingers on your clit, eliciting a borderline-scream from you. one second more and that same finger was in your mouth. he retracted his thumb and patted your cheek, silently ordering it closed. you did so, lips circling over his fingers and sucking off your own wetness. the bitterness of what he was doing to you.

"good girls keep their fucking mouths shut."

uh so yea

im ovulating so what can i say? 😁

anyways, i hope you liked it cause it's my first time writing smut and i'm obviously not that experienced in it— requests are always open! have a lovely day! ❤️

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jackmanbj · 6 months

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pinkie

summary: you and urban have been together for 3 months, you ask him to pay for your nails but only in one condition.

you- urby babyy!

urby🎈- yes baby?

you- you know i love you so, so, so, so much right?

urby🎈- what do you need babe?

you- can you please pay for my nails? ill give you head after

urby🎈- ill pay for them only if you get the base the color of my tip😂

you- jesus you get on my damn nerves, send me a picture of the tip so i get the exact color wyatt.

urby🎈- love you more.

‘urby🎈 send one attachment’

you took the picture and zoomed in making it unnoticeable on what it was and headed into the nail techs house.

you went into your nail techs house and ran into her room jumping on her bed and cuddling into her.

“bitchh!”

“girl your smushing me!!” she wheezed out as you slid off her.

“ANYWAYS!” “what style you getting?”

“ok uhmm..my man told me he’d pay for my nails IF i get his tip color..”

“AHHH BTICH YOU DOING IT??”

“uhm of course. so the base is going to be the tip color, and on top of the base i want pink frenchies, then i want flowers no french on my thumb, middle and index.”

“well gotdamn, but alright lets go.”

you both got up and started making your ways into the room she does nails at.

you and your nail tech are very close, so you both sat down while she did your nails and just talked about any and everything, your boyfriends and mostly people who you both didnt like.

half way through your nail set urban called you.

your nail tech answered and put it on speaker for you.

“urban dont say anything embarrassing, your on speaker.”

“babe you tell your nail tech everything, ill be surprised if she doesn’t know how big my dick is at this point.”

“I DO!” kenya (the nail tech name) yelling into the phone.

“BABE WHY!”

“oopise!”

you quickly but carefully hung up on urban while you and kenya laughed together.

after about 30 minutes urban knew it was about time to pick you up being as thorough you had to catch an uber because he was busy.

urban picked you up and paid kenya as you hugged her goodbye.

urban got into the car after you and immediately asked to see your nails.

you showed him as he grinned ear to ear noticing it was the exact color match and his initial was on your ring finger.

“baby we gotta put these nails to good use huh?” you looked down at your nails before looking back at urban.

“only if you pay for my new wig install, AND, you have to pick me up and bring me ‘cause the uber felt weird!”

“fine, mamas you know you’re spoiled?”

“im not!” “you are babes, you dont like to drive, you do pay for nothing, you dont work, AND YOUR A PILLOW PRINCESS!!”

“one i dont even know how to drive! two, you never let me pay! three, you work i take care of the house. plus you dont want me to have to work. AND IM NOT A PILLOW PRINCESS FOR THE LAST TIME WYATT!!!”

“ok baby whatever you say.”

urban kissed your cheek and started driving.

you on the other hand opened up your passenger seat had your name in pink cursive with glider in it.

“urban, this is so cute! your going to make me cry..”

“glad you like it ma, i got more surprises at home, just wait.”

#urban wyatt x y/n #urban wyatt concepts #urban wyatt x reader #urban wyatt #urban wyatt imagine #jack harlow

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shawtuzi · 1 year

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thinking about incubus!eren walk with me real quick besties

“i’m scared mika what if we actually summoned something,” you huffed squeezing your my melody plush to your chest. mikasa and sasha began laughing over the phone making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “s’not funny guys you know that stuff scares me—can’t believe i let you guys talk me into doing it.” in a poor attempt to help you get laid mikasa and sasha thought it would be funny to convince you to summon an incubus, and because peer pressure is a treacherous bitch you begrudgingly gave in. although they wholeheartedly believed the summons was bullshit and tried to convince you a ‘sex demon’ would never appear in your dreams you couldn’t help but fear they were wrong.

“y/n trust me nothings gonna happen, i doubt we even gave you the right instructions to actually summon one so don’t worry okay? talk later bye!” before you could get another word up the line went dead leaving you alone with your paranoid thoughts. you let out a deep sigh mumbling to yourself, “it’s gonna be okay y/n it’s not real it’s not real it’s not real.” in an attempt to calm yourself you turned on your favorite show and it actually did work! soon you were peacefully drifting off to sleep—little did you know you had an audience watching you.

“finally she’s asleep,” a gruff voice spoke from the darkest corner of your room. eren stood to his full height before slowly making his way to your bed. although the room was pitch black aside from the soft glow from your tv eren could see your sleeping form perfectly. your heart beat had slowed drastically and little snores could be heard from your plump, parted lips. eren brought his hand to your face, trailing his knuckle ever so gently down your cheek. ‘so soft,” he thought to himself, bringing his thumb to run across your plump lips. eren could hear the tiniest whimper escape your mouth and that’s when he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

in your dumb little head you thought you were simply having a mind blowing wet dream about a man whose beauty you couldn’t even comprehend—little did you know eren was controlling the entire thing. every orgasm, every position you were put in, every degrading comment the nameless man said to you incubus!eren was controlling it all. in an instant eren has flipped your comforter up, exposing you and your cute little pajama set. “how cute…” the demon whispered cupping your pussy over your cotton shorts, “and she’s already soaked, even cuter!”

eren couldn’t contain his excitement as you began to grind your pussy against his palm. eren climbed above your sleeping body, careful not to wake you as he gauged your every reaction. your pussy had gotten so wet from your dream your slick had begun to seep through your panties and eventually your shorts, coating the demons palm in your sweet essence.

suddenly your eyes snapped open and you were met with piercing emerald ones staring right back at you. you opened your mouth to scream but he covered your mouth, slightly digging his nails into your skin. eren reached over and turned on your bedside light, giving you a slightly better view of his face. the sight of him made your eyes widen—you couldn’t tell if it was in admiration or horror (maybe both). “i look a little familiar huh?” he grinned showing off his razor sharp canines, “now if i remove my hand will you promise to be a good girl and not scream?” you slowly shook your head making eren’s smile widen. eren removed his hand from your mouth but stayed hovered over you, his wings blocking everything in the room but his scarily handsome face.

“don’t act so surprised to see me you are the one that summoned me after all im just doing my job,” he brought his much larger hand to your face, squeezing your cheeks together. you were absolutely speechless. there’s no way you conjured a damn sex demon there was absolutely no way—yet here he was in all his glory looking like he was ready to devour you whole. “y-you’re not going to h-hurt me are you?” your shaky voice made eren’s semi-hard dick throb. eren buried his head in your neck inhaling the sweet smell shea butter and coconut scented body wash, “m’not hear to hurt you sweet thing,” his long tongue licked from the junction of your neck to the shell of your ear, “i’m just hear to make you feel good—make us feel good together.”

“you’re so cute and soft,” he smiled taking your trembling hand in his, pressing a soft kiss the skin of your palm. the incubus then began to litter your neck with kisses, slowly making his way to your cleavage. “so…after we have sex does that mean you’ll go away” you asked, letting out a little gasp when he yanked up your sleep shirt. “so pretty…” he mumbled to himself before taking one of your nipples into his watering mouth. “but to answer your question yes i will go away—unless i release inside you then we’d be bonded,” his words were muffled as he continued to suckle on your nipple, tweaking the other with his hand. “b-bonded? ah!” you let out a squeak as eren bit down harshly on your nipple before swirling his tongue once again around the bud.

eren let out a lewd ‘mhmm’ as his kisses began to trail lower and lower until he was between your parted thighs. his sharp nail ran down your covered folds making you jump the tiniest bit, “if we’re bonded that means i am yours but most importantly you’ll be mine. i’ll get to take care of this neglected little pussy as much as you need, wouldn’t that be just divine sweet girl?” before you could get a word out his disturbingly long tongue began to lap at your pussy over your sleep shorts, soaking the fabric even more. your hips bucked up into his face making the demon giggle.

“so what do you say? i promise i’ll take such good care of you until the end of time. i swear it,” you looked into his eyes pondering for a moment before nodding your head. you felt pathetic for just a second until it was replaced with overwhelming pleasure when eren pulled your shorts and panties to the side, licking a slow fat stripe up your soaked pussy. you were risking your safety and sanity by making a deal with such an evil spirit but with the way eren skillfully made out with your pussy you just couldn’t find it in you to care.

eren was elated to have such a cute little plaything by his side now, and it looked like you were just as happy to have him too. he may have left out the part where he’s going to consume your every thought and be the star of every single dream you have but you don’t mind right?

#thinking of making this into a lil series idk #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut

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lily-174 · 1 year

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i can take it - jay halstead x reader

trigger warning- assault, getting beaten

overview: intelligence has been working none stop on a high profile human trafficking case, you and kim have been undercover a while, trying to get evidence but in the process they find out someone’s a cop. you admit to protect kim but what are the costs?

chicago pd masterlist

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“dante!” you heard the ringleader shout to the man who was currently with you,kim and a load of other women and girls. you were undercover in what from the outside was a female’s only hostel but the reality was much darker. kim watched dante walk to the ringleader as he whispered something in his ear and they both looked directly to you and kim, you knew you were made.

“girls we have some friends coming here so i need everyone in there rooms now” the ringleader spoke, all the girls stood and began retreating to their rooms. no questions asked. just as you and kim began to do the same he spoke again;

“you two hold up. come with me” you completely detached yourself from kim not looking at her, not standing too close. making sure it was clear through your body language you had nothing to do with her.

you both followed him into a empty room and he reached to his waistband pulling out a gun. you internally cursed trying to figure out you you got made. he aimed the gun at you both.

“a little birdy told me there’s a cop. and you two are the newest sluts here. one of you better tell me who it is” he waved the gun between you both and kim tried to reason convincing the guy neither of you were cops but he only grew more agitated aiming the loaded gun to kim’s head.

“it’s me! im the cop. she’s not involved” you exclaimed, the man’s head shot to look at you a smirk rising on his face. he turned to kim letting her go back to her room before grabbing your arm, his cold fingers wrapped tightly around your arm his nails digging into your skin as he dragged you to a smaller room full of junk. he pushed you against a book case. you knew this was gonna be bad you were either gonna be leaving here in an ambulance or a body bag. yet all you could think about was your boyfriend jay, who would be listening to whatever was about to happen.

“every single girl in this building will end up dead if you don’t talk” you could hear the anger in his voice, you knew the rest of your team was listening. you didn’t want to blow this case so many tragedies because of this man, yet you needed more evidence. you couldn’t let the team move in yet. especially if what he just said was true.

“you’re the only cop huh?” he questioned his eyes glued on yours not a ounce of life behind them. he took a step closer to you his hands balling into fists, you knew. he threw a punch to the side of your face causing you to fall back into a pile of junk behind you. he took a fistful of your shirt holding you up.

“answer the damn question!” he shouted another hit coming down on your face as he let go of your shirt pushing you back into a mirror causing it to smash a few shards slicing your skin. you took a second to catch your breath.

“i can take it” you weren’t talking to him. you were talking to jay, he was all you could think about he was keeping you strong in the moment. you stood back up and looked at the man towering over you.

“ i’m the only cop” you spat, you could feel the thick warm blood running down your face and other parts of your body. you were trying to push the pain as far back as you could.

“what’s a slut of a cop like you doing here?” he questioned throwing you against the mirror again, you winced on impact you could feel shards of the glass penetrating your skin.

“i think you know ray” you spat the blood pooling in your mouth on the floor before he threw you to the ground kicking you in the ribs, you felt as if you heard a rib crack from the pressure.

on the outside the team were sat listening as you winced from the pain being inflicted on your body. voight had forbidden anyone from going inside knowing you could handle your own. you said you could take it. if you wanted them to move in you would say the safe word. this case was so high profile you didn’t want to risk blowing it.

“i’m going in there! you can either come with me or stay put” jay spoke anger radiating in his voice. he couldn’t bare to sit and listen any longer, he didn’t want you to be in pain. it was tearing his heart apart.

just as they heard another tumble from your microphone, they heard your voice again. “i can take it”

no. jay didn’t want you to have to take it. he didn’t know what state you would be in when you got out of that building. he didn’t care about the case, he needed you to be safe. he got up from being seated next to kevin with a look on his face that resembled a soldier heading into battle.

“jay shell say the words if she needs us. kim’s working on finding something” kevin tried to reassure his colleague despite they all felt similar to jay. voight, kevin, adam all of them wanted to run in there. but that was putting every woman in that building at risk as well as possibly blowing the case.

“i can’t listen to this!” jay spat, his concern for you turning into rage. kevin sighed hoping jay would make the right choice and wait but he couldn’t. he wouldn’t forgive himself if you died in there. just as jay went to get out the van they heard your safe word.

“go move in!” voight shouted through the radio and jay was first to move, he ran towards the building gun drawn high. kevin and the rest of the team not far behind him. as they moved into the building jay ran straight to find you, followed by adam. and the rest of the team went to clear the building and save the girls as well as get to kim.

jay kicked open a door seeing you being held against a wall by your throat. the man holding you tightly, you could feel your heartbeat in the side of you head and you couldn’t breathe. jay approached the man hitting him on the side of the head with the side of his gun. the man turned in an attempt to hit jay, but jay was faster, ducking and planting a strong punch to the man’s nose he fell to the floor from the force as adam grabbed him securing him in cuffs to avoid jay doing anymore damage, although he deserved it.

“y/n?! you stay with me babe” he spoke in a panicked tone as he rushed towards you, all of jays attention now glued to you. you wanted to close your eyes. let yourself sleep, but jay begged you to stay awake so you tried your best. but that wasn’t enough.

“50-21 george, i need an ambulance to my location now!” jay called into his radio before turning his attention back to you, the blood pouring from your lip, and almost every other part of your face and body was heart wrenching to him. he never wanted to see you like this.

all you could hear as you fell unconscious was jays voice begging you to stay awake and the distant sound of sirens.

the next thing you know your senses are filled with familiarity, the slow sound of beeping, the hospital smell, and a warm hand in yours. you could feel the pain pulsating through your veins as your eyes fluttered open to meet the beautiful blue eyes in front of you that were filled with concern. jay halstead.

“how are you feeling?” he asked, voice laced with concern as he held your hand so gently as if he thought he’d hurt you, the relief he felt upon seeing your eyes open was uncanny.

“like i got hit by a bus” you smiled weakly, he reciprocated the smile. he gently brought your hand up to his lips planting a soft kiss on your bruised skin.

“you scared the shit out of me” he whispered, you could tell you’d seen sadness on his face before. but not like this.

“i didn’t wanna blow the case” he shook his head.

“nothing is more important then your safety y/n. especially not to me. i don’t know what i would’ve done if-“ he cut himself off and took a deep breath before he continued.

“if you had died. i don’t know what i would’ve done. you’re my rock, as cheesy as it sounds, you’re the love of my life. you help me when i have a mix up with my ptsd. i love you” you felt a tear come to your eye at his words. little did he know how much you helped him too.

#chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead #one chicago x reader #jay halstead oneshot #jay x y/n #jay halstead smut #chicago fire

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mitskihost · 11 months

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aftg show but it has shameless style precaps

- kevin, watching freshmen practice from the bleachers: “well? you sure as fuck weren’t at practice last week so where were you? you think you deserve a recap? go fuck yourself

- aaron, hunched over a textbook late at night, visibly disgruntled: “i play exy on the same team as kevin, i’m fucking pre-med and i still tuned in for last week’s episode. what the fuck is your excuse?”

- nicky, collecting empty beer cans from under a couch: “wait, you missed last week? thank god, me too. blacked the fuck out. i’ll let you have this just don’t tell andrew kay?”

- dan, putting her gear on in the lockeroom: “im incharge of the messiest exy team in the history of the ncaa and even i made time to watch the show last week. you think you get to be lazy? i won’t accept excuses next time? roll the fucking tape”

- allison, carefully painting each of her finger nails: “you want me to tell you what happened here last week? do i look like your fucking mother? you wanna get spoonfed all the time? get the fuck out of my sight and watch the damn recap”

- renee, sweaty, sparring with andrew casually: you missed last weel huh? i’m not an aggressive person yknow, i like to avoid fights. but if i hear you miss another week, my blade will not show you mercy. i��ll give you a pass this time, go on then (andrew in the background: you done playing nice walker? we gonna get started anytime soon?)

- seth, smoking outside the court, allison next to him looking annoyed: “you missed last week huh? look, i couldn’t care less. but i’d love a reason to punch your teeth in. you don’t wanna give me that reason again next week. now get lost.”

- matt, walking out of the lockeroom where everyone else is sitting in a shit mood: oh hi, yeah you don’t wanna be here. they got to know you missed the last week. kevin might tear you a new one if he sees you. maybe….watch the recap? i think that might help

- neil, during the hitchhiking scene in book1: look at me right now. fucking look at me. you missed last week and you cant even give me a ride. fuck you. make yourself useful and watch the recap.

- andrew, smoking on the roof, looking visibly unimpressed: i don’t care about most things that happen around here, and i still tuned in to watch the episode last week. now get lost. i don’t want witnesses to what i’m about to do to josten.

-wymack: nothing you could be doing last week was more important than the kind of shit ive been dealing with. get your shit together, asshole. better not see you asking me this stupid shit next week.

#aftg #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #aaron minyard #renee walker #matt boyd #dan wilds #allison reynolds #seth gordon #nicky hemmik #all for the games #david wymack #shameless

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fictionalcharactergraveyard · 8 days

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The gang + Shepards x traditional goth reader whom everyone thinks is a witch, and there are rumors about her

Ponyboy

low-key thinks about you a lot

at first it’s pure curiosity

then it turns into daydreaming

and when he hears you’re a witch

he’s like “…that’s hot.”

“what?”

“NOTHING.”

ofc you 2 get paired up for a project

You guys like some of the same books

And stargazing

And Pepsi

After Darry and Sodapop find out about his crush they tease him and low key set you two up for a date

it’s so fun

You guys see a horror movie

And when you get jumpy you cling to him

And he does the same to you

And then you two share kisses

All is fine until he gets home and finds out he has black lipstick marks all over his face

And gets “use protection” talk from Sodapop while Darry tries not to laugh (Soda doesn’t wanna become an uncle yet guys)

Johnny

he’s in the lot and sees you walking

He low key panic until you say hi

And he’s obsessed with your voice

You 2 end up talking a bit and you joke about how people think you’re a witch

He says “I believe it.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean, how else can someone be so beautiful?”

You fs paint his nails

And play with his hair

You each end up scaring each others bullies off

You love kissing his scars

Dally

Hits on you

And when you get mad he just laughs

“Whatcha gonna do? Curse me?”

“I might.”

Then you walk away

He plays it cool

But he’s low-key like

“Wtf did they do-“

You two run into each other again at a party

Buck threw and and your friends with his cousin

He sees you and starts to flirt

You flirt back bc why not

“Damn Dally, you going for the wicked witch now huh?” One of the guys there says

Man almost got punched

You found it hot

Darry

You found him very hot

Daddy issues/j

Yet you didn’t want to flirt

He fs has a partner

Or so you thought

Man is STARING

Loves how you look

You catch him staring and he tries to recover

Tries

You “accidentally” bump into him

And nearly fall in the process

He grabs your waist and holds you

Omg he’s stronggg

You act start stammer and are like: “jfc he thinks I’m so stupid-“

And then he just asks you out

Right then and there

And you say yes

🤭

Sodapop

You go to the DX

And get some snacks

Sodapop is like “huh, there’s that witch chick”

And then when you check out and smile

It’s over

He needs you NOW

He needed you yesterday

He gives you free things

“I can pay-“

“No need. I don’t need to be jinxed now, do I?”

You giggle

Man has a goofy smile

Yaps abt you sm oml

Y’all are cute FR

Two-Bit

Says sm jokes

Like omg

“Hey! Heading back to the cemetery?”

“You got any voodoo dolls on ya?”

“Did you drug me with a love potion, or am I just falling too fast?”

You try not the laugh but you do

When you 2 kiss man is COVERED in black kiss marks

And doesn’t wash it

“TwoBit clean it -“

“But how am I supposed to show Im under your spell?”

You make a joke or two and he DIES

Y’all are so sweet oml

Steve

You 2 meet in October

“Ain’t it a little early for Halloween costumes?”

“Ain’t it a little early to wear Frankenstein masks?”

After a brief starting contest you 2 laugh and you get your slushie in peace

You go to a Halloween party and see him

He’s not really dressed up

Youre a sexy vampire COUGH

You decide to join in ‘spin the bottle”

And you land on Steve

You guys kiss

And again

Then you decide “fuck it” and head to his car to make out

Tim

Man’s cat calling

It’s an art to him at this point (thanks to dally)

You tell him to shove it

And he starts walking beside you

“Ain’t your eyes supposed to glow when you’re mad?”

You just stare at him

Then you kick him in the nuts and run

He gets mad respect for you after that

Turns out you guys like the same songs

You guys do (very bad) karaoke

It’s fun

Curly

Met in detention

You punched a chick

He jumped a soc

You guys started talking

And got on like a house on FIRE

It’s scary oml

You two make out a lot

Pony wants to die

Y’all PDA

When he’s in reform you visit and send letters

He tries to write letters back

And make them as nice as yours

He can’t tho

Angela

puppy crush FR

She thinks your so cool

And pretty

And when you ask her out she’s like

“I’m in heaven”

After a threatening “conversation “ with Curly and Tim they’re fine with you hanging out

You 2 do each others make up

And go shopping together

And scream to music

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #johnny cade #two bit mathews #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #tim shepard #curly shepard #angela shepard #fictionalcharactergraveyard.writing.answers

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autumnbaguette · 9 months

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Tokyo 10.44 am

Spring is almost over, here in Jujutsu High the sun shines brightly. Gentle wind in between the trees, it is definitely getting warmer since summer is just around the corner.

Here you are, after meeting with Principal Yaga for some elder’s business. This place doesn’t change at all. The same corridor, the classrooms, the field and of course the gymnasium. Standing at the porch looking down towards the field where you can see some first year having their sport activities.

“Running errand for the elders again huh?”

You turned your head and here he is, Gojo Satoru in flesh. He used to greet you with playful smile. Now? Acknowledging your existence is as good as it can be.

It’s been a while since the last time you saw him. After what happened in Shibuya, you and Satoru relationship wrecked so bad there is no point of return and also the fact that Satoru himself confess to you that he’s the one who finish Geto Suguru on that fateful day. It was the final nail to the coffin.

Unable to process everything that happens, you decide take overseas station. That way, you don’t have to face him, to face them.

Hell yeah, im running away

“There is some matters that needed to be discuss with Principal.” you answered without looking at him. Only to focus your vision on that sport field.

Just go away please

Satoru settle himself beside you, his eyes hiding beneath the blindfold. His breathing is steady, his silky white hair is dancing with the soft breeze.

“You change your hair colour.” He said it nonchalantly.

“I did. Needed some change so I dye it.”

“I don’t like it.”

You looked at him. Confuse with his calm behaviour. The fact that he stay this long with you and having this simple conversation is just weird.

“Satoru, what do you wan-“ even before you finish your question, his hand cupping your cheek. Even with the blindfold. You knew he look at you straight in your eyes.

“Are you gonna run away again this time?” Satoru ask you as He caress your cheek.

You move away from his touch and just start to walk away. Damn right you’re gonna run away again. Maybe a bit further this time. Far from everything and everyone.

“Let’s start over. Start over from the beginning. I lose you then, I cant lose you again. I understand that you need some time or even space to reconsider, just don’t push me away.”

You stop your footstep. You don’t believe the things that he just said, you can even barely comprehend it. You look back at him, in disbelief.

How could he?

“I know i’m the one who pushed you away, I blame it to you, even though i know that it’s not even you fault to begin with. I’m sorry.” There is no malice in his voice, he sounds so defeated. So tired too.

His footsteps is getting closer, and Satoru stops right in front of you. Satoru hesitates for a while but then he hug you tightly. Like he is afraid of losing you, like you are about to dissipate into thin air.

“I hate you.” You said.

“I know.”

Against your words, you hug him back. His warmth against your body. Your spring is finally here again.

Suguru, I got him back

The nostalgic feeling overwhelming you. He was your bestest friend and the one who’s still got hold a big part of your heart other than Him.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #jjk angst

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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can wr get baku begrudgingly doing something with you (tsundere style) like skincare?

Coming right up!

I adore the idea of bkg with the full facemask and cucumbers on his eyes with a robe

He is a self care bitch all the way and you introduced him to it 😩

He owes you everything

Masterlist<3

Bakugou x Reader- Self Care?

Its hard, being this fucking pretty. For real. Flawless skin and well manicured nails, plus nourished hair comes from hours of self care each week.

And Katsuki learns this the hard way when suddenly you're walking into his dorm room while he's studying, carrying an entire bag of products that you fully intend on using on him.

"Spa day!!"

Your voice is loud and chipper and full of love as you dump the bag to the side and embrace the stunned-silent blonde excitedly.

Lord, he's not ready for this.

"Fucking what?"

Eventually Katsuki.Exe reboots and kicks back up into action, scoffing at you as he slips his hands to your waist, giving you a pointed glare.

"Spa day!"

Katsuki's glare is ineffective, Katsuki returned to pokèball!

You remain unfazed by his harsh words and irritated mumbles, dragging him to his bed and seating him down, and a part of him makes the windows error sound as you walk into his room and scuttle around it like you fucking own the place.

But you do, really, because you own Katsuki's heart.

So his room and everything in it is yours <3

You throw a fluffy, white bathrobe at him and he catches it easily, begrudgingly admitting to himself that it is really soft agains the skin of his dry, rough palms, damaged and scarred from so many years of making explosion after explosion.

You're gonna be paying a lot of attention to those hands.

Anyway.

"Just lay back, because you have no say in this, babe. Take some time to relax. It'll be difficult getting to the number one spot if you sleep like shit and look like grease and unwashed teenager... slef care is important, Katsuki, if tou want to be the best."

"You fucking what?"

You're met with some pretty unsavoury language as a result of that but whatever, he knows you're right, and he really is grateful that you have his best interests at heart. You're constantly doing everything you can to aid him in his strive for the number one spot. If you were anyone else, he'd tell you to fuck off and die, but you're different. You're not trying to help him out of pity, or because you think you're better. You don't treat him like a child.

You just love him.

And he loves you too.

So he sighs, sucks it up, and puts on the damn bathrobe because he knows you have a point.

"You're not supposed to wear it with a full set of pyjamas on underneath..." you mutter, sweatdropping.

Nevermind.

"F-fucking-.. huh?! Just fuck off already! Im not undressing for you! What is this some kind of prank?! You filming me, you fuck?!"

After that fiasco is dealt with, katsuki is finally in the bathtobe after getting a stern whooping from you, wearing his boxers underneath and blushing as you climb on top of him, dressed the same.

Theres nothing sexual about this moment though, as you place a loving peck to his remarkably soft, bitten up lips and start to paint his face with a cleanser, taking all of the impurities from his skin and casting them away with one of your many microfibre towels, and he offhandedly wonders just how much money you've spent on this stuff.

After the cleanser comes the exfoliant, and after that comes the clay mask, and suddenly, he's blind. You've really just put fucking cucumbers on his eyes...

He doesn't complain though, because it feels good to have the very one he wants to build his entire future around massaging his face so delicately it could actually put him to sleep. He adores you, and the feeling only intensifies as his heart pounds in his chest at the feeling of your hands encasing his, exfoliating and moisturising the skin.

And if you give him a manicure while he's pretending to be asleep, he says nothing, even as you clip his cuticles and apply oil to the tips of his fingers and his nails so gently, painting them with clear nail strengthener. He feels like a pampered puppy, and he adores the feeling of your fingers running over his, now, soft and healthy looking skin.

You purr happily as he lets you preen him and clean him up, running your fingers through his scalp and his hair with a conditioner that you use frequently. It feels like you've won some kind of prize, because he would never let anyone as close as you are, and the little moans he releases are like music to your ears while you give him a scalp massage.

Once you're both rinsed clean and dry, you cant help but let him touch and caress your legs like he's just seen magic at work. Seriously, how the fuck are they so soft? Would his be like this if he shaved?? How does it feel when you have smooth legs as you lay in bed? He's heard you go on and on about how it's the "softest", "most heavenly" feeling in the world, but how true is that? Should he try???

Life's not worth living if you can't make Katsuki doubt everything he's ever known.

He's so adorable as he tries to wrap his head around the feeling of shaved legs, his brows furroed and his eyes trained intently on each pore, each freckle, each bruise...

And you say nothing when Katsuki drags you back to his room the same time next month to do the exact same thing again, relishing in his self care with you. You're not surprised either when he paints your nails for you expertly, the little pigtails you put in his hair spiking out like little blonde explosions behind a plain black headband.

#mha x reader #mha fluff #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou scenarios #bakugou headcanons #bnha fluff #bnha x reader

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riewritten · 1 year

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there's me, just doing my business as usual then BOOM. kishibe musing about toys. two hours later a levi ackerman x fem!reader smut appeared from thin air. this wasn't proofread im sorry

BREAKING THE WALLS, SHREDDING RELUCTANCE

HEAP OF SOLACE: EPISODIC SERIES

TAGS: explicit sexual content, masturbating, teasing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, soft levi

WORDS: 1.8k | AO3

For all of his life, Levi was never in the mood to fuck around. But you were just so defiant from acquiescing at times. Not even when he intentionally ensures you'd be begging for him to do whatever he's holding back to do did you waver. Not even when your face is too tight, crunching with how frustrated you are not to give in, did you actually admit defeat.

He didn't move upon your entrance inside his room. Completely wrapped on his futon, he did nothing but snuggle further despite hearing your voice too.

"You seem to be waking up way too late recently," you sternly remarked, arms crossed. "You have to fix your sleeping schedule now. You're not getting any younger, Levi."

"Whose fault do you think this is?"

"Why? Is it my fault?"

And there he finally got up. When the futon uncovered his bare features, the matter you're about to bring up about his stuff diminished into thin air. Don't get yourself wrong; the sight of Levi's bare features is already normal to you—the bed hair clamped over his face, the intricacies of his collar bones down to his broad muscles—but something silly flustered you this time around.

Oh god. There goes the red nail marks around his shoulders up to his back, the love bites from his neck down his chest—basically every single remnant of the previous night. Levi knew you noticed it too so he just gave you a sly look, "You were so good for me last night. Don't act all surprised that I ended up like this."

You were the one who got knocked out last night, "I don’t understand. I got up the bed just fine!"

Levi then urged you to sit down on the space beside him by lazily tapping the bed. You should've known better, really, because he pushed you down the mattress and hovered on top as soon as you did. "If I do you way, way, way better than usual, would you finally understand?"

Much to your endearing amusement, his half-opened eyes exuded both sleepiness and provocation. Such an ethereal being, you thought. The marks all over his body suddenly became a pride instead of embarrassment on your end.

It was your time to chuckle—lightly, endearingly, just as he loves. "No, you silly goof. Look how exhausted you are. We might as well—oh!"

He slid his fingers under your pants, "Might as well what?" then went to your ear. He peppered the lobe with kisses and alternated between nipping and licking from your neck down. "Hm? Might as well what?"

"Might as well sleep—"

"Sleep?" Levi's hands slid under your shirt and his silly fingers unclasped your bra with ease. He cupped your breasts but intentionally skipped your hardening peaks. "Wanna sleep? Sure?"

"Uh, y-yeah—oh wait, Levi, please touch my—"

"Your what? Your head and lure you towards sleep?" Feigning confusion and in search for further explanation, Levi mused mockingly. His touches persisted, though, and the jolts got stronger as moments passed by. Levi knew damn well what he was doing.

You pursed your lip tight in an attempt to hold back, so he brought the matter up in a hoarse whisper, "You always backtrack just right before you request for something. That's the reason why I went on last night until you blacked out. Wouldn't you tell me the reason why?"

You avoided his eyes and thought of changing the topic, "The stuff in your basement, there's this—"

Unluckily for you, Levi wouldn't have your shit this time around. He flicked both of your nipples; his warm fingers reverberating the crippling hot feeling inside you. "So you're gonna stay this stubborn, huh?"

"Yes, you bet I would."

He stopped his movements, much to your dismay, and the eye contact went for a while until he clicked a sly but subtle sneer. What he did next kind of surprised you; he removed his underwear and let himself bare, though instead of doing the same for you he scooted his lower body nearer. He knelt, trapping your body side by side with his muscular legs. Your eyes then glued to his dick inches away from your mouth. His spare hand sought support to the bed frame while the other stroke his protuberance.

You raised your head up a bit to lick the base but he strangled your head down the pillows to keep you at your place. "You bet I would, huh? Watch me then."

As harsh as he went with stroking himself, the heat creeping inside you became more turbulent, more urgent, more desperate even. It tingled all towards your core. When precum leaked out, Levi intentionally tipped his voice. He started moaning so lowly; his breathing got louder ever so sultrily. You were too taken aback to utter anything. With his eyebrows creasing, he seemed to be taking too much pleasure in having his dick so near yet so off-limits to you. He was taking too much pleasure in your frustration.

Because in hindsight, Levi wanted you to break.

His fingers reached your cheeks all the while continuing his strokes. "You know, ever since I was a kid, I keep on breaking things because I'm strong. T-that's why—hah—I wanted stuff that wouldn't break."

For some reason, his statement didn't get through your mind anymore. Your eyes remained so glued to his dick—twitching, throbbing, and surely begging for your mouth; only if its owner wasn't stubborn enough.

"Levi, please—"

He cut you off by grabbing your head so your eyes would be on him. He continued then, "But it seems different now. Do you have any idea how much I want you to break right now?"

And you sure are at this very moment. Levi can go hard, but his touches and demeanor were never this harsh. Your consciousness roared how you want to feel him, how you want to spurt out all the things you want him to do for you, and just how much you want to welcome his embrace without any shame and reluctance.

"How much would it take for you to break?" his strokes went faster and faster; he's about to cum. "I could get off all day with just you watching me. How about that? Are we doing it this way?"

"I—uh—"

"I'm cumming."

His announcement was your last straw.

"Inside," you breathed.

"You said something?"

"Put it inside."

"Why would I?"

Say it, say it, say it. "I want to feel you."

Luckily, his strokes halted. Despite the hiss out of his delayed orgasm, Levi sat in between your legs and raised it up so he'd see how wet you were.

"Levi, why—"

"Touch yourself."

His stares were more than enough to establish that it was a stern command. And Levi, when slipping into the mode of a captain, is not a man to mess with.

You rubbed two fingers on your core then a spare hand played on your breast. Luckily, he looked satisfied despite the lack of a smile. Only when your face got needier that he started to smirk. In hopes to rile him up further, you intentionally moaned with a plea in your eyes.

"What do you want me to do again?"

You don't want to repeat it. Oh god. You bit your lip and looked at him begging. When he started palming himself—establishing that he'd just go and cum outside of you after all—you acquiesced, "Please fuck me."

He took pity so he halted and instead, instructed the next one, "Fingers in."

You quickly do so then, and the further wetness formed upon that action made him tick his eyebrows up even though his face stayed the same. Two fingers easily slipped inside and it went on until you asked him to work on you again. He shook his head with a sneer as he finally realized your moans were already genuine and uncontrollable. The way he looked at you just shows how aware he is of his success. You're breaking apart. You started begging already, even. You're seconds away from shattering, and he sure would shatter you beyond repair.

"Levi," you breathed out. "Please fill me up–" then his erection with a begging look again. "Fill me up now."

His smile was laced with nothing but endearment now. "Third finger in."

The sight made your head fuzzy. That smile was so ethereal, so sweet, he looked so good flashing that sweet look for you. To make up for it somehow, you just had it the way he does—spreading yourself open, curling up inside, scissoring around, pulling it out, and smashing it back in.

He seemed more impressed, hence hummed to encourage you more. Just more, you thought. He'll give in, he's about to give in, you just need to be the good lady that you are for him. You pulled your fingers out, clenched on nothing so he'd see, then slammed it back with a moan.

Your wetness dripped then and Levi got the last urge to ask, "What do you want me to do, love?"

"Hah, fuck—fuck me. Oh god. I'm sorry I held back. Please—"

Levi swatted your hand away to replace it with his cock then silenced your moans with his mouth. "There you go, finally telling me what you want. How long do you think you would last with me teasing the hell out of you?"

You whined, but of course, he was joking. Despite the unwavering control, he's not in the mood to tease you further. It might not be a lot for now, but your series of requests at this moment was such an improvement. You're such a good lady for him.

Levi spit on your nipples to rub them wetly with his fingers; you helped him do so. The noisy slick where both of you conjoint reverberated along with your moans.

"Fucking finally. Oh fuck, oh yes."

"Come on, cum now. We're going like this for the rest of the day. I'm gonna—gonna make you beg all day—uh, fuck—"

You lost. You were lost for good. Your moans and whispers were full of nothing but "yes" and "please." He chased for the high he delayed you as a reward—assured you with whispers that you'll get it this time, that his pretty girl would get everything he could ever give. Not long after, both of you were gone. Your walls snapped as you peaked, and he compensated by releasing inside with a loud moan.

When he removed himself and observed how messed up you are, Levi wasn't able to help himself but smile. Your legs were shaking, your mouth gaping open, and there was not a single thought behind your eyes. Even after your release, whispers of begging could still be heard.

What a pretty sight for him.

He'll break you more, indeed. He'll break all the walls you build for yourself for good and in return, take care of you for all his worth.

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starfxags · 4 months

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Keegan P Russ fluff

Warning- hair pulling, size kink, minor injuries, thigh grabbing, tongue kink, vaginal sex, oral sex, degrading language, spanking/slapping

Keegan comes home after a while with cuts and bruises on his face. Still wearing his mask. you turn around and notice him. You get up from doing you nails and quickly close the arylic powder and put it back on the shelf. You run over to the font door and hug him “OH MY GOD YOUR HOME!!!!” You scream but pause when you notice his face “Holy shit, you look like you got beat up what happened??? And why are you still wearing your mask”

Keegan looks at the floor and takes a deep breath “im fine, and you know i dont like taking my mask off.”

“Sit down I need to clean you up.” You run up to him and rush him to the chair on the other side of your nail desk. You frantically clean up the mess you made while doing your nails and grab the cotton balls. Not paying attention you grab the acetone bottle and lift the lid off and wet the cotton ball. You rush to clean the cuts. You gently place the cotton ball on his face.

“Ah, fuck what is that?” He hisses. You look at the table and see the acetone open.

“Oh shit, im so sorry” you throw the cotton ball away and grab a new one. You put alcohol on it and clean his cuts. His eyes linger he stop when they get to yours. He moves your hand away from his face

“Okay, okay thats enough y/n” you cant help but stare into his beautiful blue eyes. They are so mesmerizing. He stands up and strokes your face “fuck your cute” he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He puts you down on the bed and leans over. He lifts up his mask a little and kisses you. His split tongue hugs yours. He puts his hand under your head. He takes off your navy blue tank top and tosses it on the floor “you ready?”

“Well your not gonna hear me say no anytime soon tonight” you chuckle

“Good.” He says in his usual seductive voice. He unbuttons your jeans and pulls them off. He puts his hands under your waist and slowly moves them up. He undoes your laced black bra. As he moves his hands down your waist he pauses and puts his head on your chest “fuck” he grunts and whimpers.

“Are you okay Keegan?” You ask concerned

“Mhm, yeah” his voice is so hot, you get turned on instantly. He whimpers again and rubs his crotch into your sopping wet pussy. You feel how hard he is. You then take off your matching laced black thong. You scoot up to the edge of the bed and unzip his pants. You look up at him as you pull his pants down a bit. You start to tease him by stroking his bulge.

“You like that Keegan?” He looks down at you and puts his hand ontop of your head. He moves his hand down your face and under your chin. He lifts your head up a little more making sure you dont break eye contact with him. At this point your practically using the bed to edge yourself. He just got home about 15 minutes ago and you guys are already about to fuck.

“You cant tease me like this, you know i can loose control baby. Fuck you know exactly what to do with me. I know your not a slut your getting fucked like one tonight with the way your teasing me. But damn who taught you how to do this huh?” Keegan loves how you tease him and you love how he fucks you.

“Y’know i’ve been waiting months for you to come home. I’ve barley masterbated since you were gone. All i did was wait for you and your dick. So tonight better not be just one round. I need you inside me so bad.” You moan

“Mm, yea what did you do to yourself while i was gone? Keegan asks waiting for you to answer. He stared you down with those needy eyes. He desperately pulls out his thick veiny long cock.

“Im not telling” you said teasingly before leaning down and licking his tip while making eye contact with him. He slips his hand into your hair and shoves his hard cock into your mouth.

“You dont wanna tell me huh? Is this how it is? Because your mine so if i find out you jerked off to another man hes dead and your pussy is gonna be too.” He says jealously. “You—(grunt)-are-(grunt)-mine” he grips your hair and shoves his cock into your mouth one last time before shooting his cum down your throat. “Now swallow.” He says demandingly. You are on the right on the edge of cumming all over your red silk comforter. You swallow and open with your tongue hanging out of your mouth to show you obeyed his orders. “Good girl.” He turns you over and puts his hand along with some pressure on your upper back forcing you to create an arch. He puts his fingers in his mouth coating them in saliva before rubbing your almost dripping wet slit.

“Fuck, please-mmh Keegan” you whimper. You move your head to look at him. With a grin spread across his face he makes eye contact with you before slaping the inside of your thighs. He leans down and spits on your already wet pussy before sticking two fingers inside you. As he slamed his fingers into you as you moaned and gripped the comforter. You came after a good minute and decided to surprise him by being on top this time. You pulled him onto the bed and flipped him over before being flipped back over. “You really thought that would work huh” Keegan asked. Before you could respond he pushed you to the bed board and spread your legs open.

“What are you doing Keegan?”

“You’ll see.” He replied before crawling to you on the bed. He lifted you up and pushed you against the bed board. He put his face between your legs and stuck his tongue inside you before splitting his tongue apart and licking down your insides. Every time you moaned and twitched his grip on your thighs got tighter.

“Fuck, Keegan” you moaned before putting a milky white film over his tongue. He then pulled you back to the edge of the bed. Then he slapped your already throbbing pussy he griped your hips and shoved his dick inside of you your tight cubt wrapping around his cock. He pulls your hair back and turns your head to the side so he can look at your face.

“Can you take it all y/n?” He grunted still slamming into you

“Mhm” you whimpered

“Are you gonna—(grunt)-tell me what you did to yourself while i was gone—(grunt)-now?”

“Why should I” you asked jokingly knowing you were gonna tell him anyways. You could tell he was a little a little frustrated by the sound of his more frequent grunts He grunted still slamming himself into you. “Fuckk” you moaned loudly as you came again. He pulled out and laid down next to you “i’ll tell you tomorrow.”

#smut #keegan p russ #cod

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