#sundowner x reader

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Never let a war criminal from Alabama do arts & crafts

Sundowner x Reader. No smut but still cursed

The two of you met while you were spending time in a mental asylum. You may or may not have been sent there for microwaving mice but if the school board didn't like your cleaning methods than they shouldn't have hired a janitor in the first place. You may have traumatized some children in the process but the infestation wasn't a problem anymore. You can't believe that they requested that you be sent for a psychological evaluation, especially after you were kind enough to replace their cafeteria microwave free of charge. People these days.

Your cyborg boyfriend was placed here for committing war crimes but every soldier struggles with their ptsd. If he chose to pay kids to fight each other and then upload it to world star, then you would be supportive of his coping habits. Like he said, kids are cruel. If they weren't doing this then it's likely that they would just pick on some weaker kid anyway. At least this way he could make a profit from viewers placing bets on which kid would survive the outcome.

You were with the other patients like usual. Today they decided that everyone would be allowed make arts and crafts. Sundowner was a special case so he needed to be heavily drugged before being placed near other people. The man had a habit of tearing people apart. Literally. You sat there painting but found it incredibly boring. You glanced over to your boyfriend and noticed that he was having trouble. "Damn safety scissors. How am I supposed to split someone in two with these?"

You went over and kissed him on the cheek while secretly removing the razor blade that you somehow had managed to keep hidden. "Thanks darlin'. Now I can get these fuckers all pointy again!" He started to chuckle. He then dubbed the scissors bloodlust 2.0. "Hey, watcha painting there?" You didn't think that Sundowner would take an interest in your work. "I'm trying to paint the sunset but I can't seem to get it right."

He looked at your picture longingly. "It reminds me of the good ol' days after 9/11! I remember back when I was workin' in Afghanistan. I cut so many motherfuckers down that it resembled a sunset! Takes me back, I tell ya what!" He the gave a happy sigh. "Tell ya what. How bout I help you with yer fancy painting?" He then called over a patient named Joe and said that he wanted to talk to him about something. A few minutes later and Sundowner was picking you up along with your canvas. He then took you to a somewhat secluded area, away from the rest of the group.

"Better hurry, you have about ten minutes until they notice we're gone." You glanced down to you left. Oh, that's where Joe went. You then dipped your finger in the puddle of blood, not wanting to let your "paint" go to waste. You had soon created the perfect sunset and you then noticed something rock solid poking you.  It was Sundowner. He was getting turned on by literal bloodlust. You decided to try doing something sexy and took Joe's hand. You placed his finger into the blood and then smeared it on your lips like it was the finest lipstick.

"Shit, I'm gonna ravage you like all those villages I burned down!" You stopped for a moment. "I thought it was ravish?" He then threw you down on the ground so hard that you think you broke a bone or two. "Shut it nerd, I'm takin' you to pound town!" He then proceeded to beat his chest like a gorilla. He was about to continue when the alarm went off. "Code red, I repeat code red! It's Sundowner again! Get the tranquilizer darts!"

"SHIT!" he cursed. "Looks like this is gonna have to wait!" Just then security arrived. "PUT YOUR HANDS UP WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" He gave a massive grin. "And what if I don't?" Sundowner then pulled out his shanking scissors. Soon every security guard had raised their weapon. "You have to the count of three! One! Two! Th-" Your boyfriend charged at them with all his might. "I'M FUCKIN' INVINCIBLE!" he cried. Then he was shot down with enough tranquilizer darts to take down an entire zoo. The security team started to haul him away. You waived him goodbye. "I'll wait for you!"

[candymothster]

Hey hey!! Got any Sundowner fluff up the sleeve? He's been quite the Blorbo for me lately, somehow got a soft spot for him.

Of course, I do dear💙

Sundowner-| Always Time For Us

Summary: You and Sundowner have been in a relationship for the past three months. He’s still quite intimidating to you but you know under all that heavy cybernetics, he has a heart of gold. Lately, you’ve worried that with how busy he has been with his work and that the two of you aren't spending much time together. But, he surprises you with a home-cooked meal and a night in. To remind you that he’ll always have time for you.

Content Warning: None Content: Fluff Gender neutral reader Words: 726

Masterlist💙

Three months. That’s how long you’ve been in this new relationship. And this man; spoils you like crazy. A nice new apartment, and consistent gifts. He makes you smile and treats you well.  But lately, you’ve been worrying. You understand he’s a busy man: working with a large government organization, you’d know he’d be home late sometimes. That’s when this past week happened. You didn’t get to see him much, gone all day. And gone before you woke up. 

You worry you weren’t doing well, not being as kind back to him. So you thought to surprise him when he got home from work. This put you on a mission today. After your day of work. It went like this:

First: Stop at the store to pick up chocolates and a little cat plush you’ve seen him eye

Second: Get him his favorite flowers, Geraniums as well as Hyacinths

Third: Final Stop at the wine store. You wanted to get more of the peach wine he loved. 

The back of your car was stuffed with your mini shopping spree, a bright but tired smile on your face as you drove home. It was raining, and the street light reflected on the puddles on the roads. This set you into a mood, so you added to your plan. You plan to wait for him in the living room of your shared apartment and surprise him when he got home. 

But it seems: Your plan has backfired without your knowledge. 

Standing in the elevator, foot tapping on the floor. Once you got to your floor, the hall smelt like something delicious. One of the families must be having dinner. But to your shock, as you open the door to your apartment, the smell was coming from your home. With hands full, you headed to the kitchen, there, was your tall cybernetic boyfriend. “Sun…?” Your voice was quiet, as you didn’t want to startle him. Sundowner looked back at you, a cheeky smile on his face. “Doll! I didn’t think you’d be back s’soon!” He exclaimed. His southern accent always puts a smile on your face.

“That looks heavy dear, let me get it for you sunshine.” Putting: what you think is a wooden spoon, down. He came over and helped take some of the bags, putting them down for you. He paused when he saw the bouquet. With a kiss on the forehead, he walked off to find a vase for the flowers. “Get changed darlin’, I want you to be comfortable.” 

You had a quick shower and changed into some more comfy clothing. Coming out, you saw the dining table all decorated, and food all ready. You sat yourself down, looking up at your tall partner. “I…” You started, trying to think of the words. He only hummed, looking up at you from his plate. “I thought you were working tonight?” You questioned, a slight tilt with your head. This only got him to sigh. Oh no, did you upset him?? You started to worry again.

“I left early. Because i realized that I’ve been away for too long. I wanted there to be time for, us. Just us. I’m sorry, doll.” You only smiled, slowly reaching over the table, and gently taking his hand in yours, His is much larger than your smaller hands. “My love, there is always time for us.” You smiled, kissing his hand. You always found a way to make this man's heart melt. He got up out of his seat, yanking you towards him. Picking you up and spinning you around, the two of you laughing in sync. 

At the end of the night, you two were resting on the couch, a movie playing on the tv. You were on top of him, his arms wrapped around your back and your’s on his chest. You had fallen asleep on him, and he lost all focus on the movie. Looking down at you, the most precious thing he’s ever seen. Kissing the top of your head, Sundowner just couldn’t stop smiling at you. Your beauty has always enchanted him. “My percent sunshine.” He hummed, moving some of your hair behind your ear. “I’m gonna always protect you. My beautiful golden rays.” He held your head gently, leaning back and smiling. How did he get so lucky with someone as kind as you?

[pillowspace]

Y/N: haha yeah, you can feel how loved things are, but that doesn't apply to yourself, right?

Sun:

Y/N: that doesn't apply to yourself, right?

[ellaspenfrosti]

Fanart for Celestial Sundown AU! Sun hovering over as Y/n is making cherry pie. Love the idea of Sun and Moon as gods (also a big sucker for fantasy vibes) and can’t wait for the fanfic to come out.

Celestial Sundown AU belongs to @pillowspace !

[eoieopda]

interlude: sundown (myg)

pairing: min yoongi x reader summary: as it turns out, your boyfriend can take as much as he gives. au: darksided (masterlist), established relationship type: drabble | smut + fluff word count: 1.9k rating: 18+ cw: pov switch, min yoongi gets pegged 🙌🏻, afab!reader, needy & subby yoongi, v soft dom!reader, praise kink unlocked!!, anal fingering, sex w/ strap on, k*ss*ng (eek!) a/n 1: you thought i’d get through a(u)gust without a yoongi fic? pleaaaaase. this is part of the darksided series, so i recommend checking out the other installments first, just so you have all the context. this can be read as a stand-alone drabble, though! this one takes place after blindsided, btw. a/n 2: i don’t spend much time talkin’ ‘bout prep due to the word limit, but it is both implied & v important. be safe! 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

You can’t say what came over you. It wasn’t a conscious decision, you know that much. The only explanation you can fall back on is that the feral part of your brain simply took over, and your inner construction worker popped out to say hello — but that’s not entirely accurate.

In reality, it was less of a greeting and more of a “Damn, baby! That ass.”

Mere meters away, your boyfriend is bent over the bookshelf he’s been working hard to assemble — a task you were politely banished from executing, not thirty minutes ago. When he finally registers what you just blurted out, he stands back up to his full height and glances over his shoulder at you. His expression lands somewhere between bewildered and tickled fucking pink.

“Did you just catcall me?”

“I — I think…” You’re more shocked than he is, it seems. Blinking slowly doesn’t help you process your actions any quicker, so you give up and grimace through your admission. “I might have?”

Of the two of you, it’s Yoongi that truly has all the audacity in the world. After setting his screwdriver down onto the coffee table, he crosses his arms loosely over his chest and bites back a smug grin.

“You think you know a person after seven entire years of dating,” he tuts. “Then, they turn around and harass you — in your own home, no less.” Sucking a breath in through his teeth, he shakes his head and sighs, “Life comes at you fast.”

For a second, all you can do is stare at him with your incredulous mouth halfway open. It’s the most that anyone should expect from you at a time like this, when he’s looking at you like that — characteristically semi-flustered, and still so unshakably self-assured. With narrowed eyes, you opt to hone in on the former.

“You’re out here smuggling cake in broad daylight — looking downright bite-worthy —”

Peeling yourself off the couch, you cross over to him with your hands raised defensively. When you reach him, you plant those same hands on your hips and heave an exasperated sigh.

“What was I supposed to do? Pretend otherwise?”

Yoongi arches an eyebrow but says nothing, simply aiming his flat-lined smile your way. All it takes is your slow, expectant blinking for him to take the hint. Just like that, you fall into a well-practiced routine: him opening up to pull you into his chest, you lacing your arms around his waist, his chin resting gently against the top of your head.

And even though you haven’t left the house all day, this is the first moment that truly feels like home. It’s quiet, it’s calm, it’s —

“Bite-worthy, huh?” 

You can’t see his smirk, but you can hear it. 

“Surely, this is not the first time this is being brought to your attention.”

“It’s not,” Yoongi concedes. His low chuckle tickles every vertebrae on its way down your spine. The tingling only intensifies when he presses a kiss to the top of your head and murmurs, “I just haven’t heard it from you before. You’re behind the curve, so to speak.”

You pause for two reasons: the subtle genius of his phrasing and the new bit of trivia he seems to be alluding to. Is he — ?

“You’ve pegged?” You ask, glancing curiously up at him. 

The answer wouldn’t surprise you one way or another. More than anything, you’re impressed that the two of you still find things to learn about each other. That you can spend the better part of a decade with someone, side-by-side, and never run out of new conversations to have.

When he tilts his chin to look down at you, his expression is a perfect mirror of yours.

“You haven’t?”

Yoongi’s head crashes back against the pillows before his sigh can slip fully from his mouth. The impact seems to knock it loose; it floats away, above your bowed head. The sound gets lost somewhere underneath that of your open-mouthed kisses trailing so fucking softly across the bare skin of his chest. 

If his heart stops with every flick of your tongue over one of his nipples, you resuscitate him just as quickly with praise.

Apparently, being told he’s beautiful has the same physiological effect on him as a shot of epinephrine.

“Oh, fuck,” Yoongi groans from deep in his chest when your mouth ventures far enough to kiss the tip of his cock. That action is fairly chaste, all things considered, but the way his pre-cum shines like gloss on your lips is beyond obscene. 

You smile with your eyes alone as you take him into your mouth — and you think he’s beautiful? 

He can’t think of a single prettier sight than you and your fluttering lashes, looking up at him like he’s the one that hung the stars in the sky. Ridiculous. It’s him that frays a little further at the edges with every glance down at you.

Pulling away with a lewd pop, you murmur, “You can be more vocal than that, can’t you, baby?”

Oh, god. 

The smile tugging at your mouth makes his heart leap and his cock twitch. Untouched, it jumps and re-settles against his abdomen.

“Yes.” He fires off his response like a bullet at point-blank range, and you chuckle quietly at his eagerness. Breathless already, he amends, “Fuck yes.”

One eyebrow arches just enough to indicate that you expect a more detailed response. He should know better by now, shouldn’t he? He’s teased you this way a thousand times before, and it’s about time that he tastes his own medicine. Acknowledging that fact, he stoops to begging.

“Please. I want you to fuck me open with your fingers.”

Nodding appreciatively, you trace your finger along the underside of his shaft and leave him on the brink of losing his goddamn mind. He’d gladly let you drive him insane this way, but you take that hand away and gesture for him to turn over. As you do, you hum, “And I want to see you on your knees, love.”

Yoongi takes your instructions and runs with them, barely careful enough to avoid knocking you backwards off the bed in the process. He settles on his knees, then looks back over his shoulder just in time to watch you pop the cap off the bottle of lube.

You look nervous, though you try to hide it. He’s no stranger to that worried crease between your eyebrows; and he can’t help the downward curve of his mouth when he sees it.

There’s never been — and will never be — a person he trusts more than you. Careful, perfect, sweet. You couldn’t hurt him even if you tried, and he knows without question that you never would. You, however, seem less sure of that.

Yoongi has to twist back around to do it, but he cradles your jaw in his hands and kisses you deep, with everything he has. 

“I love you,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours a second time. It carries more meaning than that; he suspects you hear each one.

I trust you.

It’s okay.

Already reassured, you whisper back to him with darkening eyes, “Elbows on the mattress, then, Min Yoongi.”

To say that he collapses against the comforter would be an understatement. He’s certifiably boneless the second your fingertips trace down the length of his spine, though his hunger for your touch starts him shivering.

“Relax, sweet thing,” you tell him. To encourage him, you lean forward and press your lips to the small of his back; instantly, you soothe the tension his body holds as if you��ve flipped a switch. It’s automatic, just like the low groan he emits when you murmur, “Good boy.”

The quiet that follows is ultimately interrupted by the faint slosh of liquid. He has to beg himself not to clench at the mere thought of your slicked fingers, so he instead lets his mouth fall open when he feels them glide over his rim. Needier than he’s ever been in his whole fucking life, Yoongi whimpers. 

It’s a pathetic little sound, but he doesn’t dare to try and swallow it down. He’ll give you everything; every pleading sigh and shuddered moan, all of it.

And — as a courtesy — he’ll refrain from calling you a liar because there is no fucking way that you haven’t done this before.

It’s simply unbelievable with how expertly you navigate the intricacies of his body, applying perfect pressure where he craves it. With the way you translate his incoherent whining to a plea for more, giving him exactly what he wants.

Two fingers deep, you tease, “So greedy, aren’t you baby?” 

But there’s no harshness to your tone, so soft around the edges. In fact, your little snicker suggests that you’re impressed. It takes all he has not to cum at the sound alone.

“Just for you — ” He responds through gritted teeth, blissed-out eyes squeezing shut. “— F-fuck. I can’t get enough of you.”

When you slip away from him, he proves your point, whining petulantly. You soothe him with an affectionate squeeze to his ass cheek, chuckling all the while. “Should we fix that, then?”

Yoongi has no idea what words he slurs in an attempt to answer that question, but he hopes he tells you how badly he craves your cock. He must, he figures, because he hears the telltale glide of the nightstand’s top drawer when you pull it open.

His head lifts from the blankets below to catch a glimpse of you settling the harness over your hips. For a moment, he forgets when, where, and who he is. The only reality he can currently comprehend is the one in which you’re running your fist down black silicone as if it’s a part of you, spreading slick from a bottle. 

But then you disappear from his line of sight, leaving him disoriented. He misses you already.

“I wish you could see how pretty you look on your knees.”

The mattress dips under your weight, signaling to him that you’ve settled behind him once again. You tap the length of the dildo against his skin, prompting him to groan. Still teasing, you ask, “Gonna fuck yourself on my cock, angel?”

Shit, shit, shit. 

Yoongi feels the tip hovering near his hole and he can’t keep his racing heart in check, so desperate that he’s practically vibrating. Your next words pull him further apart; they sound especially filthy in your light, almost reverent tone.

“Show me how well you can take me.”

He plans to do just that.

Slowly pushing back against you, Yoongi sinks down your length until that indescribable fullness leaves him starry-eyed and keening. After a few measured breaths, the ache subsides and gives way to pure pleasure.

Your praise is gentle, though the effect it has on him is earth-shattering. “Just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me.”

Withdrawing, he leans forward onto his elbows just to repeat the motion, losing himself more and more with every pass.

“Shit,” he hiccups, head drooping so that his forehead meets his forearms.

He only grows more eager when your hands claim his hips. You guide his body back to yours every time he leaves; whispering little wishes that he fuck himself the way you swear he deserves. 

You must hear his ragged breaths over the clap of his skin against yours and sense that he’s close because you hum, “Sweet thing. Are you going to make yourself cum?”

Yoongi shakes his head fervently, although not for the reason you might think.

“Want you to,” he begs on an exhale. “Please, make me cum. N-need you deeper.” 

Small hands flatten against his shoulder blades and press him further down against the bed. With fists full of the sheets, Yoongi gives you a desperate nod, signaling you to take over. 

And you do — without the hesitation he saw in you earlier, proving for the millionth time that you know exactly how to make him fall apart.

And he does — with a cry, so delirious and fucked out that he goes boneless underneath you.

When his body eventually stops trembling, Yoongi feels you pull out of him. He hears the quiet click as you unfasten the harness. Shortly after, his senses are overwhelmed with the warmth of your body coming down gently to cover his, warding off the emptiness that started to settle in your absence.

“You’re perfect.” You mumble with lips pressed to his sweat-slicked neck. “So fucking perfect.”

Funnily enough, he was just thinking the same thing about you.

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[sukunasun]

Halloween is over but what are your thoughts on ghostface jjk man x chubby reader? 👀

tw dub-con / knifeplay

its more than just being the final girl—watching you behind a cheap mask he's bought. for hours, for days, over the course of long, long, months. hiding in dark corners, and hidden spaces—the things he's planned aren't to be wasted on some brutal, violent death. stabbing and slashing. because as you lay on soft pillows and pressed sheets, curves and folds on display, so oblivious, so unassuming...he's dying to sink more than just a knife into all that flesh.

not to hurt you of course, but what is he to do when he's got killer instinct and your body was made to be held, fondled....claimed. there's only so much a man can resist.

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when geto asks "what are you wearing?" over the phone, his words hold some amusement to them, mocking. almost like he knows you're scared. yet somewhat ...mellow, trusting...and so hot it flays you, a heat traveling low and dipping in your stomach, fear and arousal jumbled up in one, searing in your belly.

your breath hitches at the sound of his muffled laugh crackling through the speaker. you could just indulge yourself in this little game he plays, no harm would ever come to you. this way, you could ignore the insecurities and the nerves. relish in anonymity. and every second you keep him waiting to expose you for the depraved thing that you are, getting wet and drooly over a stranger, a dark, mysterious, and very sexy stranger, you realize how pathetic, how cliched you're being. "i can hear how turned on you are..." he's so right it's embarrassing.

when he's looming above you the next day, there's no time wasted. he angles your toy against a sensitive spot and you feel it nudge and grind deep inside, keeps sliding it up and down your folds, "that's it, feel that? you should see how wet you are," your shaky thighs spread open, pussy sticky and gleaming with cum, so slick, so slippery, every pass of the toy on your slit jolting you closer to release.

"you don't want to kill me..." you say in a daze. turning your head to the side, you moan into the sheets, it's too much, your ghost caller watching you, playing with you, withholding and keeping you from reaching your peak. you know the things he could do...there's no need to see his face or learn his name to realise he's a little bit of a bully like that. teasing you, edging you, that you'd only come by his hand. beautiful gloved hands that are larger than two of yours put together.

"and why is that?" geto coos, wanting to wrap a fist around your exposed neck, untouched and unmarred, just waiting to be marked. you wish to tell him that you'd do anything, pleading for your life, but that coil in your stomach twists, adrenaline egging you on, allowing you to be a little bolder, "you need me...don't you? you need me to be yours," you whimper out the challenge. fingers reaching up to hook in between his mask and face, bringing him closer to you, before you press a kiss to where his mouth would be. feeling only hard plastic and his hot, sighing breaths underneath.

you see his shoulders tense, your toy dropping to the side of the bed, forgotten and whirring. he's left so stunned. and it's this that you earn—his lips barely forming a reply, no sly smirks or subtle jabs to your pride, just the sound of his ragged breaths that fill the room and the slick, measured pumps of his fist over his cock, thumb spreading the fluid that leaks, drools, literally pools over your stomach—"you have no fucking idea..." he groans, his resolve vanishing, his smugness stripped away the more you moan for him, why do you tease him so. these hairline cracks you'd spotted and split right down the middle with merely a gentle touch at where he's the weakest...geto's only so strong, frustrated at his own need for your willingness, your eager soft hands that trail up and down his biceps. who dares to pet a wild animal, reaching out without fear of getting trapped in sharp jaws.

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sukuna's not as weak. he's been on the hunt for years, trying to curb his appetite for murder with whatever nameless faces he deemed uninteresting, had them piled up and ready to be disposed of without so much as another glance. he's bored...terribly so, and starving, salivating, for the perfect kill. only now he thinks otherwise when a newfound purpose reveals itself in the shape of you.

if only you'd been careful, if only you'd been cautious. maybe then, you wouldn't be pinned below the stranger in a mask, the cold edge of his knife perched against the jugular as your jaw starts to bruise from his tight grasp. "im keeping you," he merely states, "you're gonna be mine forever, you hear me?" he start kissing the side of your face, sloppily, messily. you don't see his face but you imagine he'd look like a monster, with sharp teeth and a hundred eyes, maybe four or six hands the way he's gripping and touching you everywhere, trying to get his fill of you. his cock thick and large and splitting you in half, almost as if he had two.

"you don't have to do this," you sob, feeling another orgasm rock through you. you squeeze down on him, your slick coating everywhere. oh you smell like sweat and fear and he doesn't care one bit that tears stream down your face, swollen lips trembling. a face pressed into the pillows that bear a muddled expression.

under the weight of his hulking body from above, you know there's no way of escaping his clutches, your moans turn guttural, "i can't, it's too much..." you whine, hands coming up to push him away, to clutch at his chest behind you, tapping out from the overstimulation. he's rubbing against a spot so sensitive, pounding right into it. you think you'd go crazy, "please...i've been good..." you whine, voice pitching into a drawn-out moan, "been so good for you," pleading and pleading. you don't think it was the best choice of words, but in the haze of pleasure, you could only persuade him with obedience. with submission.

it does nothing to deter him from his ministrations, chuckling at the way your voice breaks, the way you look a mess, coming undone and staining your sheets, the thin line of blood dribbling from your neck. "just one more yeah?" he coos, "i know...i know it feels good, you're starting to fall in love with it aren't you?" he starts going faster, building to his climax, and you gasp in surprise when he shifts his position to collapse onto your back. his arms hugging you around the middle as he continues to jerk his hips erratically.

you don't say anything in return, but you do give in...teeth biting down on your pillow the moment your orgasm hits you, legs shaking and his spurting dick lodged deep inside you.

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gojo's completely obsessed. and you don't notice it at first because his personality covers up most of his hidden intentions, concealing that part of him that's been following your every move, trailing after you and waiting for a moment to strike...he gets personal because satoru's always been like that, needy, clingy, and he knows there's no need for the mask, you'd know it was him, but he likes it that way. relishes the moment you grapple with feeling betrayed by a man you trusted. says it's your fault really for being way too closed-minded. "what was it you said? that i wouldn't be into big girls?" he laughs, sounding crazed, frenzied.

"i thought you knew me better..." he tuts, keeps his hands busy in the meantime by wrapping rope around your wrists, weaving it across your tits, crisscrossing down your stomach, and circling around your thick thighs. his fingers knot and loop the bright red rope with practiced ease, making a pattern across your body with just the right amount of tension, just enough that it wouldn't cut into your skin...but he makes no promises.

stepping back, he tugs at the base of his rig above you, just for precaution, but he knows you'll stay right where you are for however long he wants. no, you're not gonna fall, he knows that's what you're thinking about despite it having to be the last of your priorities.

"look at you..." he marvels at his handiwork. your legs spread for him, feet dangling and having no leverage. with arms tied behind your back, he gets to see how lovely your tits look when spilling from beneath the rope, although...he'd say the best part is seeing his blindfold tied around your mouth as a makeshift gag.

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and choso's just...sweet isn't he..so keen, so restless. he promises he won't hurt you, he just wants a taste, to know what it feels like. and you'd dare him to but he's not made to kill and he knows it. it's why his knife stays loose and forgotten in his hand when he greets the sight of you behind a door left ajar.

the creaking hinge, his heavy boots, and the harsh pull of his breaths are all enough to send goosebumps rising. slow and measured, his feet come to a halt at the foot of your bed. he thinks you did it on purpose. doors and windows left unlocked and your curtains so sheer it's no wonder he's made to be an audience to your little peep shows every night. "you knew i've been watching you..." he whispers, realization hits—and surprisingly, you think you hear the petulance in his voice, like he was pouting. actually pouting.

and you see it first when he takes off the mask. face awestruck from watching you lay back, your eyes meeting his stare from between the swell of your breasts, your tummy, suddenly his face has a lot more life in it, dark circles meeting the reddening edge of his blushing cheek, pale lips wet and drooling, his tongue slipping past, inching closer. "please....please," is such a lovely sound when it slips past them, frenzied and feverish, words he can barely get a hold of before you feel it curling around your bones, wheedling its way into your heart, and squeezing tight. wanting to give in to the man who creeps from afar, who can't stop following and tracing your every move.

your eyes roll back when your folds part under the wet muscle, warm and slick. and it's not a secret by now that you're not as shy as you seem to be. he's mesmerized, transfixed. is this the same woman he's been spying on...always keeping to herself, getting her life together, with prim and proper clothing and a nine-to-five job...now wrapped in nothing but moonlight and presenting yourself to him, legs spreading to reveal the wet that sticks to your folds, hardening nub that twitches at your touch, at the circles and gentle flicks against your clit. your eyes stay fixed on his, wordlessly giving him permission almost as if you've been waiting for him. he wonders if it's just as long as he's been wanting you.

[inasunlitroom]

“you’re trouble, aren’t you?” || moodboard for sundown by @bageldaddy

[chiaraanatra]

You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' | Part 2

Summary: Goose meets you at the Miramar Officers’ Club and after a drink and a brief conversation he wished would never end he believes that he’ll never see you again. Little did he know while this may have been your first meeting, it would not be your last.

Warning: Swearing, boys being stupid, me knowing nothing about how radar works, Goose having some suggestive thoughts

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Goose is a leg man I will not be taking any questions on the matter. We are all imagining that Carol is living her best life somewhere far from San Diego. I love her and Goose and refuse to kill her off or have either one of them go through a divorce. Sorry not sorry to Bradley for wiping your existence from this fictional plane. Also I know nothing about planes, aviation, engineering, or the Navy, I'm just a Goose girly at heart.

《 part 1 || part 3 || part 4 || epilogue 》 《 m.list || ao3 》

Maverick and Goose stood stiff as boards against one of the joint naval offices. Goose could feel himself sweating through his khaki uniform as he listened to an irate Air Boss Johnson scream at Commander Mike ‘Viper’ Metcalf. “One of your snot-nosed jockeys did a flyby on my tower at over 400 knots! I want somebody's butt! I want it now! I've had it!”

Johnson burst through the office doors just in time to knock into a Navy boy carrying a tray of coffee. “God damn it! That's twice! I want some butts!” He screamed as he made his way down the hall.

Viper and Jester emerged from the office. Viper let out a sigh, “Well, that'll just about cover the flybys.”

Lieutenant Commander Heatherly looked over at the boys, “Follow me.”

The walk down the hall felt like miles. Nick was used to Pete’s antics, they had been flying together for years, but sometimes it felt like Mav didn’t understand what was really at stake with all this. Goose needed this, not the Top Gun trophy, if Nick was honest, he could give a fuck about the trophy, but if this went south, the two could get kicked out of Top Gun, or worse, lose their wings and be grounded.

The four walked into Commander Metcalf’s office. Metcalf grabbed a manila folder from his desk, before standing to look out his office window. Mav and Goose stood at attention in front of the commander’s desk mentally preparing for the ass-chewing they were about to receive.

“Gentlemen, you had a hell of a first day.” Viper glanced out his office window. “The hard deck for this hop was 10,000 feet. You knew it, you broke it. You followed Commander Heatherly below after he lost sight of you and called ‘no joy.’ Why?” Viper’s voice was steady and calm, too calm for Goose’s liking.

“Sir!” Mav looked straight ahead, “I had Commander Heatherly in my sights. He saw me move in for the kill. He then proceeded below the hard deck. We weren't below 10,000 for more than a few seconds. I had the shot, there was no danger, so I took it.”

God damn it, Mav…

Commander Metcalf turned towards the boys. “You took it... and broke a major rule of engagement!” The rise in his voice made Goose want to curl up and die as he watches the commander walk towards them. “Then you broke another one with that circus stunt flyby.” Viper let out a sigh as he looked back out his office window. “Lieutenant Mitchell... Top Gun rules exist for your safety and that of your team. They are not flexible, nor am l. Either obey them, or you are history. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir!” Stated Mav, his eyes remaining focused on the window in front of him.

Metcalf took the seat in front of his desk before dismissing the young aviators.

Goose followed closely behind Maverick, closing the Commander’s office door after him. He let his hand come down a bit harder than he might have intended on the shorter pilot’s shoulder, “I really enjoyed that, Mav. Thanks a lot.” He leaned up against the wall, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “Holy shit! Maybe I could learn how to be a truck driver.” He dropped his hands and looked back at Pete. “You have the number of that driving school on TV? Truck Master, I think it is. I might need that…”

Before he could spiral any further, he was brought out of his thoughts by a voice as sweet as honey. “Lieutenant.”

The two men turned to look down the hall. Goose was greeted by a beautiful sight. His eyes widened as he took in your form, making their way from your heels that clicked on the tile floor to your stocking-clad legs that went on for miles. When they made their way to the first of your outfit, Goose couldn’t help but wish your skirt was a little shorter and there was one less button done on your blouse.

Goose shut his eyes and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Get it together, she’s your instructor!

As you came closer to the two-man Maverick turned to his RIO. “Okay, well,” he dusted off the shoulders of Goose’s khaki uniform. “Don’t be nervous. You look great, dear.”

“Thanks, honey.” Goose turned to you as Maverick made his way down the hall.

You couldn’t help but smile at the interaction. But quickly regained your professional composure. “That pilot of yours is quite the troublemaker. I could hear Johnson yelling from my office down the hall.”

“Mav’s not one to think before he acts. It’s bitten me in the ass more times than I would like to admit.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard about his hotshot antics. Charlie was annoyed, to say the least, after finding out that the two of you were the famous MIG insulter. Then again, judging by the back and forth with Charlie this morning, you seem to enjoy yourself at times.

“Oh, you heard all that...?” Goose looked down at his boots gently taping his foot.

“Bits and pieces to say the least,” You notice him looking everywhere but you. “Look, Charlie and I are instructors, we see 20 new hotshots every eight weeks.” If you were being honest you weren’t completely sure what you were saying. You are his instructor the last thing you should be thinking about is flirting with one of your students, let alone thinking about how good he looks in that khaki uniform. “That being said…”

Goose couldn’t bring himself to look up from his boots, it may have been disrespectful in some right, but he wasn’t sure where to look at this felt like the safest bet. His thoughts were running a mile a minute. Here it comes. Yeah, we can forget all about last night and I promise to think only wholesome thoughts when looking at you-

“I would love to see that MiG polaroid sometime.” You smiled up as the taller man finally met your gaze. You swear you could fall for those amber eyes even though you both knew that could never happen.

Goose smiled at your comment. “I’ll admit if this top gun thing doesn’t work out, I could always fall on photography as a backup,” he joked.

“Don’t forget your singing career. With that, you’re practically a triple threat, Lieutenant.

“Please, call me Nick. At least in casual conversation.”

“Are you anticipating more casual conversations with me Lieutenant?” Before he could answer you looked down at your watch noticing the time. “Well, Nick I should get going. I’m sure I will be seeing you.”

The way his name fell from your lips was heavenly. Unfortunately, before he could form a cohesive sentence you were already making your way down the hall.

The next day the Pilots and RIOs were split, with pilots going with Charlie to discuss the maneuvering capabilities of the F-18 and RIOs going with you to discuss radar systems and running hypotheticals drills.

You were leaning on the desk in front and center of the small lecture-style room. You could hear the ROIs down the hall before they made their entrance into the room. Marcus ‘Sundown’ Williams, Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe, Ron "Slider" Kerner, and Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw. The boys took their seats as you began.

Goose couldn’t help but stare at you as you began talking about radar systems that he knew like the back of his hand. He listened to you talk about the F14’s APG-65 system and its uses. He couldn’t deny that you knew what you were talking about, he could tell that this introduction was to spell that out to the others. He thought about how often people might not take you as seriously as they might a man in your same position and how the thought of someone disrespecting you ticked him off.

“-but you all knew that.” Your pause brought Nick out of his thoughts to focus back on your lecture. “To an extent, a raid assessment allows radar separation of closely spaced targets. While these are advanced systems, and ones far better than what we were using 3 years ago, they are not perfect. If a second MiG is flying close enough below the first, the APG won’t be able to detect the second aircraft until it has diverged from its partner.” You paused for a moment to glance at Goose. “I’m sure some of you have seen this firsthand.” You tried not to maintain eye contact with Goose for too long, however, his eyes never left your form.

Your lecture came to a close. You stood at the head of the desk gathering some files. You hadn’t noticed that someone had stayed behind until you heard a voice from behind you. “You really know your stuff.” Goose was leaning against the railing in front of the first row of lecture seating.

“I sure hope so, I was told I was hired for that very reason.” You said with a smile before turning to face the tall aviator. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Goose looked down at his boots before looking back up to meet your gaze, “I wanted to ask, why didn’t you tell me who you were the other night.”

“I remember telling you my name. However, I may have left out the Top Gun instructor part.” You leaned against the desk and watched as Nick made his way close to you.

“A small detail. I can see how it could be overlooked.” He joked. He stopped just in of you, watching you look up at him. He couldn’t help as less-than-appropriate thoughts wandered into his mind. He shouldn’t be flirting with you, but you weren’t exactly making any attempts to stop him.

“A small oversight.” You could feel your heartbeat quicken slightly. You bite your cheek in an attempt to subdue the smile that was attempting to make its way across your lips. You couldn’t deny that Nick Bradshaw was a handsome man. His dirty blonde hair, his amber eyes, his voice that you knew could make any woman melt.

“I’ll be honest… I’m very tempted to ask you to dinner.”

Your eyes left his as you scribbled something on a piece of paper, “I usually make it a point to not date my students, Lieutenant.”

For a moment Nick thought he had crashed and burned, but then your words hit him, “usually?”

You folded the quarter sheet of paper twice, “usually.” You smile up at him before standing and gathering your things. Before making your exit, you placed the small note into his breast pocket, taping it lightly.

Nick watched as you exited the room. As clique as it was, he hated to see you go but couldn’t complain about watching you leave. When you were out the door he quickly grabbed the note out of his pocket

Dinner tonight 6:00 102 Laurel Beach Don’t be late!

“Holy shit…” Goose looked at his watch, it was 3:30 now. He grabbed his jacket and ran out into the hallway only to be met with Mav and Ice having a dick-measuring contest just down the hall. “Mav!” he waved his pilot down.

“Might want to run along to mother Goose,” Ice laughs.

“Yeah, I’m sure you have to find Slider and make sure he’s not lost in the hangar again.” Mav flashed the taller pilot a smile before making his way down the hall to his RIO.

“You never gonna believe this,” he hands Mav the note.

Mav looks at the note, “wow, Goose, your handwriting has improved. But you didn’t have to write me a note to get me to go to dinner with you.”

Goose let out a fake laugh placing his hand over his heart, “haha! Oh, Mav, you kill me!” He snatches the note out of the shorter man’s hands. “It’s from Stinger.”

“Bullshit!”

Nick held up three fingers, “scouts honor!”

Mav looked at his watch, “You better get going. You definitely need a shower. Also please don’t wear one of your stupid Hawaiian shirts…”

“What? Ladies love my Hawaiian shirts!”

“Sure, they do.” Mav rolled his eyes watching his friend practically run down the hallway. “And use protection!” He yells.

Goose turns to run backward and flashes a middle finger and a smile to Mav before making his way out of the building.

Part 3

Taglist: @luckyladycreator2 & @saturnsbabe69

As always, feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑? 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 💜

[swirlysmile]

not sure if everyone is as in love with slider as i am but i’m biting the bullet and doing it

word count: 700

warnings; swearing which is in all my fics but this has the most i think

Reading With The Boys

If there’s one thing Slider knows for certain, it’s that he is the best of the best, the top 1%.

Something else Slider knows? He does not stink. Literally and metaphorically speaking, and sure, he had to check to be sure, but he’s definitely sure now. 

Sundown is laughing at him, and Slider rolls his eyes and curses Pete Mitchell out. In his head of course, nobody needs to know that he cares that much about what the shorty thinks. 

“Crashed and burned, huh Slider?” Sundown says, and Slider is really resisting the urge to punch him. 

“Hey, at least I don’t have a secret love affair with my superior.” He grimaces, circling back to insulting Maverick. 

He’s lucky that Ice isn’t here, because he would have no problem exposing his RIO’s ‘love affair’. Definitely not as clandestine, but hey, that’s what best friends are for. 

He doesn’t know whose idea it was, but Slider isn’t complaining. He just wishes he wasn’t in sweatpants. All of the pilots are at the beach for a good natured (competitive) game of volleyball. 

“Maverick, Goose.” Slider says, a hint of distaste in his voice as they step onto the court. 

“Ice, Slider.” Maverick smiles, mocking salute in tow. Ice is playing with the ball, spinning it on his finger like you would a basketball. 

Ice serves it hard without a warning, and now everyone is jumping around to throw it back up and across. 

Slider likes watching Maverick and Goose jump around, it looks funny.

Seeing you on the sidelines during the game though? Certainly seals the deal, and now, he’s flexing more than he already had been. It’s no shock that Slider is ripped, he’s a pilot for god's sake, but playing volleyball in the blistering California heat, oddly enough, makes him even more attractive than he normally is.

Ice sends him a teasing side glance accompanied by a wink at the sight of you, your eyes glued to him. Maybe it’d be more descriptive  to say your eyes were glued to his abs, but there’s no need for specifics. 

After a few more points are scored, Slider is wrapping his arm around Ice. They’re losing a little miserably, 3-6, and it’s a big blow to his ego. 

“It’s cause you’re trying to show off for her,” Ice says, poking fun at Sliders ‘desperation’. 

Slider swore there was a better word for it, admiration perhaps? Scratch that- it doesn’t sound right.

“I’m not trying anything.” Slider says, jabbing Ice in the side. 

His eyes involuntarily slide to where you’re sitting, and the fact that you’re reading a book instead of watching him makes him almost jealous.

“Jealous of a damn book, real smooth Ron” he says to himself and he’s lucky Tom didn’t hear. 

Then, they lose. Maverick is packing up, pulling his shirt on while Ice is making some offhanded comment about how he’s just scared to lose. 

“Mother Goose you pussy!” 

Maverick still leaves despite Goose’s pleas, it’s weird. He’s never been able to say no to Nick Bradshaw, but suddenly it clicks. That damn note. 

Right now, all that Slider can think is that he  is much more intelligent than Goose has ever given him credit for.

The game dies down scarily fast after Maverick leaves. The real entertainment was from Mav trying to jump around and spike the ball, since he’s so short and all. Without Maverick though, there’s less of a crowd. 

“Alright,” Ice starts, reaching to straighten out Slider's nonexistent shirt. “Go get ‘em, tiger.” 

Slider stares dumbfounded. 

“You know what I mean, Ron.” 

“No, I’m not sure I do, Tom.” He says, venom lacing his voice. He’s a bit embarrassed because Ice definitely isn’t being quiet. He’s sure that Hollywood is going to give him hell for this, especially if Ice doesn’t shut up. 

“Don’t be yourself, Ron. Nobody likes that!” Goose calls, and Slider flips him off. 

“He’s right,” Wolfman smiles and Ron knows they’re doing it to piss him off.

Boy is it working.

“Fuck all of you.” He says, finally walking in your direction. He’s murmuring something to himself, something like “Man up Ron,” or “Don’t be so scared, it’s just her,”. 

Obviously you looked up from your book at the sound of cheering, and god are you glad you did. 

[angelicinserts]

For the requests could I get a mf uhhh h hhh h- how would the 4 WoDs react to their S/O falling asleep against them? <:] Could be like, against their shoulder, or on their lap, whichever you find more fun to work with.

YEAHH !!!! sleeby reader and their overprotective war criminal(s) 💕

Exhausted after a mission, your head droops onto Mistral’s shoulder. She doesn't know what to do, her first instinct is to push you off, how dare you drool on her!! But then she gets a good look at your relaxed, sleeping face, and she can’t bear the thought of pushing you off, so she lets you sleep. Will give you the most hell for it and tease you relentlessly, but you notice she’ll always sit closer to you if you yawn.

It’s late already when Monsoon asks if you’ll join him outside, but you join him without a second thought. As time goes on, your eyes become droopier, your shoulders slumping and head lolling to the side, prompting him to look over. Silently, he pats his lap as an invitation for you, to which you accept. One adjustment later and you’re laying in his lap, looking up at him.

Sam is over the moon when he feels your head nuzzle into his neck when cuddling, his hands already instinctively at your sides, rubbing small circles. He’s making sure no one's gonna wake you, accidentally or not, no one will go unpunished! Will not get up to do anything while you’re napping on him, save for if Sundowner or Armstrong calls on him.

Sundowner’s busy doing boss-level paperwork when you find him, shuffling over until you can rest your body against him. He doesn’t really pay you any mind, focusing more on his deadline than to tell you to go to bed, letting you get comfortable against him. He doesn’t do anything until he sees your footing start to falter, only then does he scoop you up and hold you against him, cupping your face oh-so gently and taking in every detail of your sleeping face.

[thegoldfishkid13]

Revenge pt.2

Pairing: Tom "Iceman", Kazansky x reader x Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

Au:Mafia

Warnings:Guns, swearing, violence, kidnapping(even though it's an adult), integation,fighting, death.

Map: C/s means call sigh

Authors note: Thanks for all of the support on the first part. I am just making this up as I go.

Masterlist

The next thing to happen was a blur. Your hands were tied above your head,dangling from the ceiling, the tips of your toes are barely touching the floor. Your legs are tied at the ankle so you can't kick very easily. Opening your eyes to survey the room around you to see if you can find out where you are. A door opens and a man walks in.

" Look who's awake." The male says while walking closer to you.

"Cyclone." You practically spat. Your blood boiled at the sound of his call sign.

"C/s, what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you again." He spoke. He knew your attention and why you were at the party. When you didn't respond he spoke again.

"You've been out for a couple days. Your husbands must be worried sick about you. It's a shame that you will never see your daughter again. Or even meet the one that's growing inside of you." Cyclone spoke. Your eyes widened, partly because he knew you were pregnant with your second child. You havent even told Maverick or Ice.

"How did you know?" Fear shacking in your voice. Not even knowing how he knew scared you more. Your first born was just turning 4 years old and you had her at 19. Your mind racing trying to figure out how and what he knows and if she was in danger.

" I have my ways Mrs. Kazansky. It was bold of you to come after me knowing I know everything. Maverick and Iceman have been looking for you night and day. Worried, for your safety. Too bad they will never find you." Cyclone spoke again. Looking down at you. You knew you were going to die. You wanted to cry but you couldn't give him what he wanted. You knew he wasn't lying. The look in his eyes tells everything.

"What do you want from me?" You asked him. Maybe you could convince him to let you go. It probably wouldn't work though. He looked at you like you were nuts. He knew you already knew the answer to that. Partly because cyclone knows everything.

"You already know the answer to that." He spoke looking you in the eyes. the door's cyclone originally came in slammed open. A man dressed in black barely stepped in the room and yelled. You couldn't fully comprehend what he had said but next thing you knew you were out cold.

Maverick's pov:

The phone rang and I answered it. It was goose and the information you had told me made my face drop, ice must have realized something was up and came to stand by me. I hung up the phone and turned towards him tears were rolling in my eyes at this point.

"Y/n was taken by warlock and cyclone. Carol and then lost track of her halfway through the night. They thought she just went to the bathroom but never returned, slider went looking for her and found a trail of blood leading towards the exit."I told him. I said the truth is there is no sugar coding. We knew what cyclone was planning the whole time and we let her go through with it by herself. I can't help but feel this is my fault for letting her go and not having more people with her.

"we will find her, Maverick you can count on it. For now let's call everyone in and start trying to figure out a plan. This is A dangerous game we're playing and I want our girl back."ice spoke. There were Little footsteps that ran down the hall showing that Adora had gotten out of bed. She came up and ran towards us crying. Adora isn't mine or ices daughter is but we treat her like one she's the greatest kid we could ever ask for.

"Where's mommy?" She spoke. Ice looked at me. I didn't know what to say.

"She's not here right now. But I can help you." Ice spoke crouching down to get on her level. I walked into a different room and made some phone calls to get people into the office. Ice got Adora dressed and is taking her with us. She will most likely be asleep the whole time. There was no way we were going to let her out of our site.

" Come on princess let's get going." I chuckled at the little nickname he had given her. Adora was the name fit for a princess. Her mother was the most feared woman of new York. They called her 'The queen of New York.' Me and Ice are the kings. The drive to the office was silent with the radio playing lowly in the background. Adora was sleeping soundly in her car seat. I sat looking out the window and ice drove us there. Wolfman was the first there then sundown,slider,Hollywood, goose and Carol. As Well as charlie and viper. Jester was on vacation with his significant other. we all walked down the hallway to the conference room with Adora in hand. She started slightly and clung on to me a little bit more. Once we were all seated we started.

"So why are we all here?" Viper asked breaking the silence.

" Warlock and cyclone have captured Y/n. We need to figure out how to get he back safely." Ice said. Goose and Carol had a guilty look on their faces. Carol held Bradley her 5 year old son a little close to her. Everyone else has a shocked look on their faces. Some mix this remorsefulness and sympathy.

"Does anyone have any ideas where they are?" This question was more directed to goose and slider. They both shook there heads.

"A question we should be having is how did she get kidnapped and taken in the first place." Charlie asked, pushing her glasses up onto her nose further.

" We had gone to a party that cyclone was supposed to be at and she wandered off for a second and never came back. We searched everywhere for her and didn't find her. There was a trail of blood that was leading outside and a small chunk of her hair." Slider spoke up. He looked acrossed the table and out the window.

" Why did you guys even go to this party and why was Maverick and Iceman not with her?" Hollywood spoke up.

" She wanted Intel on his next moves so she could get rid of him for once and for all. Since he did kill he father a couple years ago." Ice spoke. He sounded cold and dark.

"well communicate with us next time as well. So that everyone knows and everyone can be there just in case something like this happens. She could be dead already." Sundown spoke up. For the first time. This enraged me and Ice talking about her like she was dead. We know how he works and how he does things. He would make her death as slow and painful as possible. I slammed my fist on the table.

" Don't you fucking dare talk about her like she is dead!" I yelled. Ice picked Adora up and walked out of the room with her. He needed to cool off before something would be said that wasn't meant. But was sundown right?

[callmemana]

Happily Ever After: Don’t Fear the Beast or Inanimate Talking Objects

This is a collaboration with the amazing and talented @crazyk-imagine ! Thank you so much for partnering up with me! It’s a fairy tale au for the 86’ Naval Aviator squad! I hope you enjoy the stories! 💛

A/N: the HEA’s are going to be mostly the same story line as the Disney movies, UEA are going to be darker and more towards the Grimm fairy tales/stories.

He scoffs, “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” You sigh, “I don’t think he’ll follow in your footsteps.”

The boys come rushing up the stairs, coming to a halt before they could run into either of you.

“Mama, look.”

[pillowspace]

Beautiful.

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Local Denver man puts the public in danger for the 10000th time

Sundowner

You like to go on about 9/11 and your favorite Simpson's character is Nelson Muntz.

First Date:

You work as a babysitter and two days ago you received a call asking for your services. The man on the phone asked you if you were alright with dealing with "special cases" but you assured him that everything would be fine. You didn't know if this child had some kind of disability or emotional problems but it was nothing you hadn't seen before and that you couldn't handle. Suddenly there was a knock on your door. That must be the man you spoke with earlier. You opened the door to greet him.

"Hello Mr. Armstrong. Is the little one ready to go?" You noticed that there was no child with him. "Yes... About that. He's not exactly a child but he's in somewhat of a fragile state and has the heart of one. I've taken some precautions and boarded him up safely in my van. I'll be back momentarily." Now you were confused. You watched the man open the car doors and escort what appeared to be another grown man except that he was being pushed by a trolley that he was restrained to. You couldn't help but be reminded of that one scene in the silence of the lambs.

"This is Sundowner. I'm not actually sure what his birth name is but this is what he prefers to be called by." Mr. Armstrong unhooked the man out of the contraption and then placed a collar upon his neck. "Here's his leash. He has a tendency to cause trouble in public so don't be afraid to use it. Good luck." And with that, the two of you were now left alone. "Sundowner... That's an interesting name. Want to tell me how you got it?" The man grinned and chuckled. "I like startin' fires..."

Okay, now you were scared. You were alone with this giant that seemed to be the love child of the terminator and Mr. Clean. "Ww-why don't we go to the park?" Sundowner looked down at you. "Alrighty. I could use some cheerin' up!" As you walked together you asked what was troubling him. "My hero died recently and I'm still grievin' over the loss." You patted his back. "I'm so sorry to hear that. Losing someone you love is never easy." Sundowner shook his head. "I unfortunately never got to meet em'."

"Why's that?" Sundowner told you about how the man recently died of old age. "He was a legend. I'll never surpass him." He shed a tear. "Who Sundowner?" Suddenly his face had the twisted grin of a child. "Henry Kissinger. He was such a great war criminal! He started so many wars and was responsible for so many deaths. I dream of bein' that invincible."

You nearly choked on your spit. "WHAT!?" The man rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah. I've been kinda depressed about it lately. It doesn't help that one of my only friends has been partyin' non stop, day and night, sayin' "He reaped what he sowed". And then something about this guy named Phnom Penh."

You were definitely blacklisting Armstrong's number and were going to warn everyone else in your profession about the man. "Oh look... We're at the park... I'm just going to sit down on the bench." Sundowner waved back. "Okay! Have fun!" He then walked over to the swing set and noticed a six year old boy. "Hey kid? What's yer kill count?"

You were trying to get through the day when all of a sudden you heard a shriek. To your horror, you noticed the man trying to place something over a child's face. "SUNDOWNER!" He looked your way and the boy took his chance to escape. "I was just tryin' to show the brat my new VR game! Kids these days are too soft!" He then pulled out a large tree by it's stump and began to smash everything in sight.

You were panicking when you noticed something strange about the leash. You looked at it again and realized Sundowner was wearing a shock collar. You pressed the button and prayed that it worked. He soon fell over and just to be sure that he was out you kicked him a few times. The sun was setting and you now had to drag this giant man child back home by the leash.

You made your way back and soon there was a knock on the door. "So how did it go...?" He walked inside only to notice Sundowner unconscious, laying in a pool of his own blood. He sighed. Armstrong then offered $3000 and gave you some coupons for a place that he said served some really good omletes. "Just go before I call the cops!" He then scooped up Sundowner into his large arms and you were just glad that they were finally gone since Mr. Armstrong looked like he could split you in two and you were glad that you somehow didn't set him off.

You decided to take the money and move out of Denver just in case you ever crossed their paths again.

[eoieopda]

darksided! masterlist (myg)

⚠️ 18+ only ⚠️ minors and ageless blogs will be blocked, on sight. my content is not for you. i do not want to interact with you. please respect my boundaries.

main series — chronological order ✨ jade’s recommendation: darksided, blindsided, foresight, hindsight

foresight (myg x reader) // flashback prequel one-shot (f, s — 18+) // it all started with a bad joke and a bottle of tanqueray.

interlude: sunrise // drabble (f) // two years after your first night with min yoongi, you wake up next to him in a parisian hotel.

darksided (myg x reader) // one-shot (s — 18+) // min yoongi adored you. he'd simply never hurt you - unless you asked.

blindsided (myg x reader) // one-shot (s — 18+) // after years of dating, you thought you had min yoongi all figured out - you didn't. and when he flipped the script on you, you never saw it coming.

interlude: sundown (myg x reader) // drabble (s — 18+) // as it turns out, your boyfriend can take as much as he gives.

hindsight (myg x reader) // finale one-shot (f, a, s — 18+) // tbd.

hidden tracks — future drabbles (post-blindsided)

the one where yoongi takes care of you (f) // problem (🎃, f) // dadchwita vol. i (f) // dadchwita vol. ii (f) // “what sarah said” (a❗️)

soundtracks — spotify playlists

foresight // darksided // blindsided

[sukunasun]

hi do you write dark content? is it possible we get stalker!geto pls!

sigh sigh...

its the competency for me...the amount of research he’s done, can't really be a stalker if you get caught, or if you don’t at least have a basic understanding of surveillance tech...it’s not difficult sure, where’s the challenge really when no one is safe, when information is so easily accessible, but he shouldn’t complain. after all what has years of experience given him? that he doesn’t go after every type of woman but the ones that happen to just have that little bit of resistance. enough to suspect, to be wary, but not enough that they wouldn’t fall for him. and maybe he genuinely likes you too, but only as someone to own and keep, i’d do anything to tap into that violent and psychotic level of devotion and love he’s so capable of. 

the layers will start to unravel eventually and he comes off a little bit on edge, unhinged too, so creepy how he has zero self awareness, that people are put off by him, "you can't keep threatening to kill the waiter," you say, a little worried at his violent outbursts, and how he's able to just revert back to being the sweetheart you fell for. calm and collected. the emotional whiplash is strong.—"you're right sweetie, i should have just killed him on the spot, that way i wouldn't have to waste my breath..."

the way he’s sending you random packages of the most specific items, how did he know the exact brand of perfume you use, or your bra size. the flowers he sends to your workplace are nice, but the messages are a little much though, there's only so many ‘i love you’s written on every square inch of scallop trimmed card a girl can handle, but still...nice nonetheless, beautiful even.

so expensive too, how could you say no, how could you return the boots you’ve been eyeing for months, your name left on a waiting list for the longest time and he’s managed to get them shipped to you in a matter of days. you wear the boots, the earrings, all these things he’s gifted you and he’ll take it as a sign of your approval, which is why he doesn’t think you’ll turn them down...not the drawings he’s made of the two of you entwined, holding hands or having him atop you, he’s even got the colour of your hair and eyes in the right shade. what an artist, and a writer too, or at least the ten-page fanfic he’s written will be a testament to his skill, pictorial the way he describes how exactly he jerks off to you, how he’d like to see the fear flash across your eyes for that split second he presses a knife to your skin, against fleshy thighs, should he carve his name there?— “i was just being poetic you know, i won’t actually do that stuff...” he laughs it off.  

and he loves listening in on your conversations, searching up every contact in your phone, everything he does leads up to this, to hear you say "oh i love him, we're soulmates, i hope we'll stay together forever,” and he can't help but smile. beauty is in the eye of the beholder and what he sees in you stems less from physical attraction but that you’d be willing prey, he’ll be patient, doesn’t care how long it’ll take because of the satisfaction he gets when it all comes together.

you’ll be so happy with him, caresses the photos he’s taken from dark corners, on a rooftop, some he’s stolen straight off your job website. pinned to his wall alongside maps spread open, coordinates he’s scribbled on a piece of scrap paper, bank statements and text messages, your blood test results and medical records, all the people who've wronged you framed in passport sized thumbnails, arranged in a neat, uniformed line, red crosses over the ones he's already taken care of...suddenly that annoying co worker who makes you work overtime has disappeared, and your ex-boyfriend hasn’t posted anything in awhile...but geto's a professional of course, never leaves a trail, whether by bullet or knife or his bare hands, he loves you enough to not get you in trouble, he wouldn't want that for you...

your eyes rake over them, it finally clicks—"you killed them,” you whisper, shocked. breaths puffing out hurriedly, your heart begins to hammer, pounding so loud you miss his thumping footsteps coming closer.  "i had to,” geto replies standing before his handiwork, the attention to detail, a whole masterpiece. 

he’s sympathetic, hates seeing you so upset, fingers coming up to graze over the picture of your ex-boyfriend, “he wronged you,” geto explains, then drags his hands to the next photo, fingers pointing to your colleagues, “and they were such a nuisance weren’t they? i didn’t like that they made you work so hard…i waited all night for you to come home,” his shoulders rise and fall as he lets out another sigh, one that carries memories of sitting by his multitude of screens displaying live footage from cameras he’s no doubt set up, wired microphones in every corner of your apartment. 

"i know you best, i’ve seen everything,” ; taking a nap at 2, then work on a dissertation at 4, his eyes never leaving you for a second. casually watching you while sipping on tea, eyes taking in your form lounging in a bed, plush pillows resting under your chin, against your hip as you tap away at your computer and knows just exactly what you're doing; he knows you’re catching feelings, that you have notes written out of date ideas and long, long letters you'll never send to him, 'bday gifts' and 'children's names' in a bullet point list, all the cute new outfits waiting in a cart, and there’s the porn...just that little thing he rewards himself with—indulges in the fact that somehow your tastes are very specific, why are tall men with long hair the only thing you search for, that you’re more inclined to, or that you specifically like listening to the audios with melodic voices, whiny men who get right up to the mic and beg. and sometimes it’s the other way around...how dark and depraved you are to like what he does to you, “we belong together, i can make you happy, aren't you tired of being alone?” he says then, after he’s wound the rope around your wrists and it starts to cut into the skin, he pleads, he cries, “i couldn’t live without you...we’re meant to be...don't you want to be loved?" knowing you waited so long to hear it.

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(inspired by a few lil messages from a discord chat with @sandsorghum ! )