#cockblock

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⌯⌲ deserves it???!!! is this for convincing reader to let him flirt in the club? i guess i do give him special treatment, i’ll be mean to him today.

You love revenge. Especially when getting it on Dazai because he never suspects it, nor expects it, to come from you. You love your boyfriend, you really do with your whole entire heart and soul, and you’d do absolutely anything in the world for him just so he’d be happy — but he can be so fucking annoying sometimes to a point it drives you absolutely insane. Like hair pulling straight from the root, teeth grinding, eye twitching insanity. The worst part is: he’s doing it on purpose. He is the number one master rage baiter that makes you fall for it every. Single. Time.

His most recent offense: blabbing to your parents, who are dying to be grandparents, about your recent pregnancy scare — something he knows they really want and you two don’t… at least not right now. He did it because he thinks it’s so funny that your parents are basically encouraging you two ‘to hump like bunnies’ until a kid pops out. You are well aware that he loves nothing more than being told he can have sex with you however often he wants, and being encouraged by your parents is honestly just the icing on the cake to encourage him further since he’s such a sick freak.

You’ve been brewing ideas in your head ever since, letting them swirl around in your irritated mind, trying to think of something that would get him back. With every text you receive from your mom or dad talking about ‘are you pregnant yet’ comes more agitation and animosity. You love him, but boy, he screwed up big time this go around.

Your finger taps lightly on your arm, sitting on the couch while waiting for him to come home, when an idea hits you. Amongst your messages, Dazai had been sending some rather… obvious hints that he’s been daydreaming about you, as well as how badly he wants to get his hands on you when he gets home. However, alongside those messages, you’re still being hounded by your parents, so the mood is absolutely shot. But... he doesn't need to know that. Hands push you off the couch, sending him a quick, vague message about meeting you in the bedroom, before heading there to begin setting up for the only thing you can think of to be vile enough to make him regret opening his big mouth.

Dazai can't get home fast enough, practically running through the streets to get to you, previously so close to hiding in the bathroom at work to rub one out from how terribly horny he'd been all day, and your last text telling him to head directly to your shared room was enough to make his brain crack. He is standing at the front door, catching his breath, raking his fingers through his hair and readjusting his clothes, doing his best to touch himself up so it isn't totally noticeable that he's desperate. He inhales, hand on the knob, then pushes through, peeking around to make sure you aren't playing any tricks on him, just to hear soft music playing. Drifting through the air to his ears, catching his attention to crane his neck in the direction of the hallway, and his interest has piqued. Music's new.

He shuffles along the floor, shrugging articles of his clothes off to toss to the side, loosening his tie, and tries not tread too enthusiastically toward the door. It's cracked when he reaches it, carefully pushing it open and sneaking a peek in your direction: you're lounging on the mattress, back to him, wearing one of his shirts with a pair of underwear he loves seeing you in and some knee-high socks. You don't necessarily ever have to dress up or a certain way for him to swoon over you, but after the hormonal mess he's been trapped in all day, this is quite the sight to come home to. Your fingers leisurely flick a magazine page pretending to read it, and his darkened gaze rakes up and down, not getting enough, and he's already getting hard.

Carefully, quietly, he steps over to the bed, climbing onto the mattress that dips with each movement, and his lips have already found your neck as his fingers gingerly slip under your socks to feel your soft skin. "Aren't you the cutest thing I've ever seen?" He whispers, nipping at your ear while leaning on his elbow to wrap his other hand around to your stomach. You hum, flipping another page, legs moving slowly, allowing him to see the fat of your thigh spill out some over the elastic, and you can hear the tremor in his breath. Along with his hard-on against your back. "You look absolutely gorgeous." He murmurs, large, bandaged palm cupping at the skin, nails lightly digging into it, and his hips move on their own. Your eyes widen momentarily, his kisses he resumed placing up and down your neck have gotten sloppier, his teeth grazing and tongue dropping spit on you, and you have a fleeting though that maybe today isn't the best day for this. Especially when you might be a little into it.

"Did you miss me?" You snap out of it, asking him sweetly, slipping your fingers up through his hair, and he actually whimpers. I haven't heard that before. Teeth sink down into your lip as his begin to gnaw at your shoulder, his hips continuing to roll into your ass, and he nods.

"No idea how much I need you," he whispers, hand fumbling to undo his belt and pants button, trying to shimmy out of them while maintaining a stronghold on you, sucking harshly at the nape while your eyes squeeze shut from the sudden, blissful pain. "Need to taste you. Need your mouth." He rambles, eyes glazing over as he watches you roll over to be on top of him, trembling fingers helping brush your hair back to pull you closer, wanting a kiss — but you deny him with a sly smirk on your beautiful lips. "Don't play games with me." He rasps, fingertips lightly clawing into your scalp, and your body lowers itself to sit on his erection, feeling it twitch upward into your clothed lips, and he swallows.

"Say please?"

"No," his tone is dropped, and you're definitely second guessing this. I have to be strong, but one little kiss won't hurt. You roll your eyes with a smile, leaning down to grant his exceptionally greedy mouth with yours, a messy and needy kiss, his teeth gnashing at yours when he attempts biting and sucking on your lower lip, and a small moan escapes at the feeling. His hands glide down to grab handfuls of your ass, trying to force your hips to move against his, and he whines when you fight against him by staying still. Making his raise and buck to create some sort of friction. "Dammit!" He sounds like he's about to cry, his head falling back on the pillow, fingers tightly gripping your panties, and you stare for a moment in awe at him: his cheeks are beyond flushed, lips parted as he pants, eyes screwed shut, and there's remnants of cute little whimpers and whines coming out at your neglecting him. "Fine! Fuck, please, please, please, please kiss me! Do something! Please!" He exclaims, his dick still rubbing against your gradually soaking underwear, and you simply giggle.

"Awh, my poor Osa~," you teasingly croon, pecking his lips as your hands trail down his arms, fingertips tracing along the gauze, taking in its roughed fabric, before gently grasping his wrists to help guide away from your body. You distract him with more kisses and a few, generous rolls of your hips, giving him only a bit of relief, enough to calm him. To tame him. Slowly, cautiously, you bring his arms up above his head, planting wet kiss after wet kiss down his neck, the bandages unraveling, keeping his apparently mad mind at bay and preoccupied with what he wants long enough to allow you to continue with whatever you're doing. His chest heaves under yours, muscles and tension relaxing, features easing, and he is too far gone to hear the small, quiet clinking of handcuffs moving around in your free hand.

In one swift movement, you're able to get his wrists shackled to the headboard, and his eyes snap open to look up at your smug expression, and he's suddenly confused. Aroused, but confused. He jerks them forward, but they're harshly stopped by the post, and his brow arches. I don't have a pin on me... You laugh at him, covering your mouth, and that's when he senses something is wrong. "Are... Are we wanting to try something different?" He attempts, speaking slowly, then jerks his wrists again to no avail, biting down on his back teeth. "Would have preferred a little warning that you wanted to take a stab at topping me, but I guess I can play along." He grits, wearing a tight smile, and now visibly starting to struggle. You bat your lashes, doing a couple more back and forths on his dick, lovingly grinding down on him, and a huff of air pulls out of his mouth. Another laugh rips from you, and his patience is wearing thin, alongside his ego that you bested him when he was in his most vulnerable state.

"Hmm..." You pretend to think, eyes rolling upward, movements still going, and going, and going... Until you stop. Then climb off of him. And stand there with a cute smile on your face, hands folded behind your back and do another few reps of eyelash fluttering toward him. He stares at you, jaw flexing, eyes wide and wild, still struggling against the metal cuffs, and your tongue pokes out between your teeth. "I'm not in the mood." You state, blunt, and his lips are twitching upward, hiding the deranged grin that is wanting to peek through, and flip some of your hair over your shoulder.

"That's not very nice," his voice is shaky, usually something that would startle you into a bout of horny fear, but you simply shrug.

"I mean, I am a bitch," you glance toward his crotch, seeing his boxers are still on, his lower half wriggling around, and you might as well make this worse for him. "Oh, almost forgot." You reach over and pull apart the small opening in his undies then carefully set his dick free, to stand straight up in the air instead of the confines of the fabric, and his breathing is labored from his growing frustration. "There! Have fun~!" You wiggle your fingers in his direction, and stares you down.

"You're dead when I get myself out of here," he threatens, another octave dropped, and a pulse jumps between your legs, but you only tilt your head in response.

"I guess I'll just cross that bridge when I get there, won't I?" You dare to lean down closer to his face, a triumphant and slightly evil smirk forms, and you lower down to a soft whisper. "Want me to stay in this outfit and run around like a frightened girl in a horror movie when you are free?" You catch in the corner of your eye his dick jumping at that, only fueling your dangerous fire.

He hesitates, hands in fists, knuckles white, jerking his arms to the point of the metal biting into his wrists, but there is absolutely no give in the cuffs you used on him. "Yes please." He murmurs.

"Great! I'll let you sit in here to think about that then. Bye!" You straighten up and quickly run out of the bedroom door, closing and locking it behind you, and he aggressively starts fighting with the cuffs, not caring if he has to break the headboard to get himself free and find the key. Or a bobby pin.

"Fuckin' brat."

haha~

- ghxst

mini fic masterlist

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Summary: Would you rather have a major cock blocker or be eaten by a reptilian beast…hmmm decisions decisions

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Lemoyne has a lot of gators—too many goddamn gators.

“No, go away!” You nearly screeched, “Get back!” A scaly beast had wandered a little too close to camp, and you being the first to notice, were immediately assigned damage control. It had been staring at you for about two minutes, which was making you feel terribly uneasy.

“What’s goin’ on?” If it wasn’t for that familiar cadence, you would’ve jumped out of your skin.

“U-uh,” you took a side glance, keeping your head locked on the animal but sparing Arthur a look of acknowledgement, “nothin’.”

The gator hissed, as if offended. At that, you yelped, dropping your half-eaten salmon on the swampy ground as Arthur chuckled behind you.

“I gotta admit,” he started, “this is…funny!” He couldn’t stop the shit eating grin from expanding. “I’ve seen you rob and steal and kill some of the most dangerous folk; but this is what trips you up? A gator!?” He laughed a little more, clearly amused by your terror.

“This different,” you whisper-shouted, “Gators’ll eat y’alive.” You've seen it for yourself once, the memory makes you shudder every time.

Arthur moved to the side of you, “Well…why you ain’t shoot ‘im?”

You spared him another glance, bashful from your next words, “Left my things in the house,” you cleared your throat, last night coming in flashes and making you sweat from the memories. “In your room.”

Arthur looked down sheepishly, the memory of last night coming back to him as well, “Right…” he let a big hand fall to the small of your back, guiding you, slowly, out of the animal's line of sight.

“What’re you doin’?” You whispered. When he reached for his side, you came to a conclusion, “You gon’ shoot him?”

Arthur shook his head a bit, and you watched as his hand drifted to his satchel instead of his pistol. “Gon’ feed him,” he slowly reached inside, and fetched out a piece of venison.

“What?” You were surprised to have heard that, “feed him?” That was the last thing you could’ve guessed.

Arthur hummed, “He eyein’ the meat, not you.” He unwrapped the food from its cloth, and waved it around, watching as the gator followed the movements, “I mean,” he then threw the meat into the swamp, nodding as the beast quickly retreated to find its morsel. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind a piece of ya but…”

You straightened up, relief clouding your senses as you regarded Arthur with a thankful, curious expression, “‘But’ what?”

He turned to you, made a suggestive face. He opened his mouth, closed it, then smiled. “Nothin’,” he placed a big hand on your arm, pulling you closer, “You feel better?”

You huffed out, bringing your hand around his waist, thumbing at his hip, “Yea,” a kiss to his cheek, another grant of thanks, “my hero.”

“Ah, none of that,” Arthur looks away, gripping you closer as his face becomes flushed. His big paws have found great comfort on your hips, squeezing them as the racing of your heart slows back to normal. If anything, the adrenaline has been replaced with something more appetizing.

“What?” You fiddle with his belt, drawing out the word a little, “thought I was meetin’ my maker. You saved me, Mr. Morgan…” you lean up and place a kiss closer to his lips, giggling at the feel of his stubble.

Arthur can’t even look you in the eyes, but he feels the shift in atmosphere all the same. “Still got ya things up there.” He just barely manages to clear his throat and release a breath.

You catch the innuendo, deciding not to tease your knight in shining armor. You pull away, smirking with the tilt of your head, “Tha’ right?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Arthur can’t even pretend to not be thrumming in passion, waiting for you to make the first move.

You pull away from him, not having to look back to know he’s following you into the house. You suppress a giddy expression as you two get closer to camp, Arthur a silent shadow behind you.

“Oh!” Mrs. Grimshaw is suddenly on the both you like white on rice, “You two!” She’s then rushing over and pushing the lot of you towards the horses. “Go get some medicine, Tilly’s run out!” The urgency in her voice doesn’t allow a moment of argument.

Arthur makes a few noises, little grunts of surrender as he takes quick glances at you, “Oh…okay,” as much as he would like to soothe the gentle ache that’s begun in his pants, he loves Tilly way too much to just leave her like that.

You, despite your slight agitation, hold the same sentiment and would rather be shot at than the reason Tilly suffers longer than the sickness ensures. “No problem,” you smile softly, mounting your horse as Arthur does the same, Mrs. Grimshaw handing him a piece of paper.

“You best be quick,” she switches between looking at you and Arthur, “and make sure it's the right one.” She huffs, as if waiting for the appropriate response.

“We will,” Arthur drawls, sounding a bit tense as he does, “promise.”

Content with that, Mrs. Grimshaw hums, briskly turning away and returning to where she’d magically appeared.

As you and Arthur begin to leave, you hear him grumble beside you. Small throaty noises that sound a lot like complaints.

“Arthur…” you smile at him.

He sighs, deep and gentle, “M’sorry, I just—there’s gotta be a word for people like her! Sabotaging folks’ business and what not…” He pouts, patting his horse as a distraction from his frustration.

You shake your head, a little frustrated yourself but hiding it much better. Instead of teasing, you try to reassure him, “Well,” you're careful with your cadence as you speak, “The quicker we do this, the quicker we can get back to our…business.”

Arthur looks down for a moment, chuckling to himself, already imagining scenes only he’d be allowed to see, “Tha’ right?”

✶ SADDLE UP. ✶ PART 3 (cowboy sevika x photographer female reader)

part one ✶ part two ✶ part three ✶ part four

Word count: 2.3k

WARNINGS : soft sev, slight freak activities.

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Sevika insisted she give you her number last night so she could send you her address, even though the location of her ranch was common knowledge in town, you willingly took it either way. 

She had texted you at four in the morning even though you both agreed on midday. 

Sevika had stayed up all night, sweeping her driveway free of any dirt or dust, weeding the plants she had missed previously, washing down the barn, washing her horses, vacuuming the inside of her house. You would think someone didn’t even live there with how clean it was. She was nervous, being photographed of course but having someone come to the ranch that didn’t work there, that hadn't happened in a long time.

When you arrived, pulling up next to her red truck that was out front with the logo you knew all too well, parking next to it in your smaller yellow one. You had brought Sevika and yourself lunch, not knowing if she had eaten yet, assuming not as her large dirt and sweat covered frame waltzed past carrying a bag of mulch to and from her truck to the porch, you hold up the bag of fresh sandwiches dangling it out the window a little, Sevika immediately sighing in relief as she saw the last drop logo. 

“You’re an angel” she shouts as the last bag of mulch thudded onto her large brown wrap around porch. She jogs to your car window, her mechanical arm and bicep glistening in the hot sun, the gloves on her hands being pulled off slowly discarding them as well as you hand her the bag with a smile. “You eaten?” She asks only seeing one sandwich in the bag, you nod, had eaten on the way there to calm your nerves, watching her stuff the sandwich down. 

With her elbow propped up on the window, cowboy hat blocking the sun from her eyes, sunglasses sitting on the rim she starts speaking again, not caring that sauce covered her lips and lettuce fell down at her feet. Licking the sauce away than wiping her mouth with her forearm. Take a deep breath, you think to yourself. 

“So.. this isn’t gonna be one of those firefighter thirst photoshoots right?” she swallows the remains of her sandwich. “My shirt stays on correct?” 

You burst out laughing not knowing where she got that idea from. “Correct.” She nods the look of relief in her eyes, maybe a flash of disappointment as well. “I mean unless you want it to be?” You laugh as she shakes her head looking down. 

“I don’t think anyone would wanna see that anyway sugar” 

“I mean… personal collection right?” 

She grins looking at you, then at your throat as you swallow what felt like a stone, then to the bag on your passenger seat. You look over distracting yourself, making sure you didn't forget anything, but you could still smell her, the musk, sweat, freshly cut grass, and a scent of some kind of wood. 

Her hand reaches into your car, going past your chest, missing you by less than a centimeter, gripping onto your camera bag pulling it past you, through the window slinging it onto her shoulder without a second thought. You were dumbfounded as your door opened, grabbing your hand. “Thank you.” 

You take a look around from where you were standing Sevika surveying the ranch as well. 

“Where should we start?” You ask enthusiastically, trying to forget about what just happened and take your mind away from her holding onto your bag. 

“A drink.” She deadpans, looking down her shoulder to you. 

“Later... I don't drink on the job.”

“Of course you don't" 

You smile as she grumbles, though you can see a part of her jaw tense, maybe a smile, maybe a grin?

✶

The sun had aligned right on top of the archway in the barn casting a ray of light right down the middle of the stables on both sides.

“Okay yeah just lik-” 

Sevika was horrible at posing, she always looked awkward and stiff, when she wasn't paying attention however she was a natural, all her muscles at ease when not under pressure and obvious eyes. 

“Sevika…” you sigh trying to be encouraging “just let loose, it's just you and me” she had her back turned toward you, shoulder muscles tensed so hard they could’ve reached her ears. You stride over to her.

“I can’t do it” she huffs, turning around to face you. Her eyes and eyebrows down turned into a small frown, she didn’t want to disappoint and ruin this for you. 

“You can." You think for a moment "Tell me about your horses.” 

She furrows her brows, but turns toward the one to your left, a brown mane with matching brown and white spots. “This is Rocco, he's about 15, he’s a real pain in my ass, always getting into trouble, he always manages to escape somehow.” you huff a laugh as her shoulders start to relax. “This is Isha” She points her body to a stunning brown horse with a matching almost orange mane. “Pretty huh?” 

“Very.” the sun shined onto her arms, you quietly sneak a picture as she walks down to her last horse, the softness in her step, tightness completely disappeared. 

“This is Betsy” you wonder behind her, a couple more shots of her. “Shes the eldest, almost 23.” 

“Shes stunning.” Sevika nods in agreement. Her hand brushing down her black mane, then down her black hair. Her face at peace, resting with a small smile. Your eyes light up, cheeks a little rosy as you snap another photo. 

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Sevika did finally get the hang of it, she just needed to be doing something so you made a compromise of letting her do work around the ranch, which wasn’t much because she had stressed cleaned beforehand. But none the less the photos came out devastatingly beautiful. She had been wearing her dusty blue jeans and white shirt more stained then normal you realised, more dirt swiped across the abdomen, sweat at her back, but it made the pictures all so more realistic and Sevika. 

You had even got her to sit in the field behind her main house, after telling her to go grab her favourite book, she jogged into her house, coming back a few minutes later with a couple in hand. She takes one and makes you hold the other under your armpit as she sits in the field, some wildflowers surrounding her, the wind her friend as it flies through her hair. 

“Okay now turn to your favourite part and read it.” 

You had requested this to photograph her face, as she reads...her face turning upside down then smiling, as she flips the page, her presence soft and light. The photos turned out exactly as you wanted them, the sun had also made friends with you and Sevika as it cast a perfect sunset right behind her body in the grass and flowers. 

“Okay, that's it.” 

You yell out to her, she nods reading to the end of the page, jumping up, closing it swiftly, catching up to you as you walk in tandem up to her porch. 

“Oh, here.” 

You say passing her the book that you had held for her. 

“Keep it, I… I think you’ll like it.” 

She says shyly, pulling a cigarette out of her back pocket, lighting it to avoid looking at you.

You smiled, you hadn’t mentioned your love of reading to her at all, but Sevika had seen you once devour a book outside town hall, she walked into The last drop at lunch, you sitting there with your legs crossed over one another on the concrete bench, your bag right next to you. Then walked out at four and you were still there, although your bag was now under your neck as you laid on the bench, knees bent as your boots tapped on the concrete, still reading.

“Thanks.” 

As you both stop at the porch Sevika rocks on her heels back and forth, the smoke from her cigarette floating around you and her. “Can I still take you up on that offer?” 

You smile. 

“Yeah.” She nods, not showing a smile as she opens her front door, the coolness of her house seeping into your skin, relaxing your warm skin. Letting out a relieved sigh you follow her into the kitchen, both your boots sitting next to one another back at the front door. 

“What do you like to drink?” She asks, opening a large liquor cabinet, flipping two glasses onto the kitchen bench. 

“Uhm, whatever really” 

She looks over your shoulder, with a squint of her eyes. 

“Okay.”

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Sevika and you were now sitting in her lounge room, the couch large enough for about eight Sevikas to sit down comfortably. The coffee table, a generous size too, a candle and a book about horses in the middle, Sevika's glass of rum sat next to the book she had given you, your glass empty next to it, and an empty beer bottle off to the left of you .

You were obviously a lightweight, three glasses of Sevikas self proclaimed best whiskey, then one beer and you were a stuttering, red, hot cheeked mess, finding everything Sevika says hilarious, every time you laughed she’d return it, finding you even more funny and cheeky then you already were. 

You were staring at her now, Her arm slung on the back of the couch, her hand close to our face, your hair. You had gotten comfortable, your legs were curled up on the couch, your whole body facing Sevika as her legs spread close to your knees. 

“Why do you ride?” 

“Ride what?” She asked with an eyebrow raise, you chuckle, hitting her bicep, your hand lingering a little. 

“Your horses, at the rodeo…” 

“I don’t know, the winnings are pretty generou-” 

“But. Its so dangerous” She laughs as your eyes widen, your body coming closer to her in enthusiasm. “And your ranch does well enough, it just.. It just seems like a risk not worth taking.” 

She smiles at your concern, her heart fluttering. 

“I’ll put it this way sweetheart” You nod. “You ever want to do something and yeah… there might be risks but you just want it so badly that they to you they don’t even matter… they don’t even occupy your brain.” 

“And that's bronc riding for you?” genuine curiosity in your eyes. 

“No. Something a little different.” She looked at you, her fingers now touching the loose strands of your hair. “It's funny you bring it up actually, I know I told you I was busy here at the ranch when I was meant to meet you in your office.” You start to nod, her eyes darting around the room now, her fingers still laced within your hair. “Which is true but I was kinda avoiding telling you that this year is my last.” you look at her confused. “I’m not riding anymore, think I’ll give the next generation at least a shot at winning” You laugh quietly. Sevika's knee slightly brushing on yours. “Not upset?” 

“If this is a regular occurrence... then I'll have no reason to be upset”

She grins, her eyes lit by the candle on the coffee table, the small hum of her air conditioner. 

You shift your knees closer to her, grabbing the hat from atop her head, gently taking it off and setting it down on the table.

“Let me see you.” 

You say gently, tracing the scar on her face, her lips, then the side of your neck. 

“Hey…” She says in an attempt to stop you from whatever it was you were doing, though the softness in her eyes… 

“Hi.” You respond gently, almost a whisper. 

You lean in slowly, your lips brushing upon hers, her breath unsteady on yours as you kiss her, slowly and gently, your kneeling knees coming to brush the side of her thigh as you sit yourself next her, your hands and fingers lacing around her neck, tracing into her hair. Her arm bunching up around your shoulder, pulling you in slowly. 

You pull away with a small smile and a huff of air. Her arm is still around you as your hands trails down to her bicep, lightly grazing your nails onto the muscle, your eyes on her as you lean down to kiss and lick the skin. 

Her small regulating breaths of air make you grin onto her skin as you keep your eyes on her. 

You lift your head, Sevika grabbing onto the side of your face kindly, but rough enough for you to know she wanted more, her lips on you now, her tongue slowly slipping into your mouth, matching pace. Her mouth trickles down to your neck as she licks and bites your skin softly. 

“God, you taste so good..” 

“Sevika…oh my god.” you gasp as her other arms travel down to your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt. You open your eyes slightly, seeing the top of her head bob into the crook of your neck and shoulder, her bicep trapping you in as her fingers linger at the end of your flimsy top, and the waistband of your jeans. The window looking out to the ranch, the sun almost completely gone when a stomp makes your eyes widen, Sevika not stopping, you see Rocco galloping down the drive, you laugh. 

“Um Sev..” 

“Yeah?” she looks up to you so willing to hear what you have to say. 

“Rocco, he…” you point to the window, Sevika turning around seeing his mane fly in the wind down the dusty road. She sighs 

“That damn bastard.” You laugh as she kisses your temple before going to the front door to put her boots on, the door closing behind her. 

Only for it to open a few seconds later. 

“Stay here. My bedrooms down the hall, the second door on the right. Books and TV in there if you get bored.’ Still sitting on the couch taking the information willingly. “Don’t go home... please.” You nod, taking her hand that rested on the couch. 

“Go.” You smile, tiredness dawning over you. 

“There's clothes you can change into as well, just open my wardrobe and you can take whatev-” 

“Go!.”

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HAHHAHAHHH COCKBLOCKKKK, next chapter i guess... i guess i'll give you guys what i know you freaks want.

If you guys wanna be in a tag list let me know!!

TAGLIST : @thatredheadloserlesbian

Pair: mark Grayson x F!reader

Warning & tags: corny words used?? Slow burn kinda, marks powers lwk cockblocking, nerdy flirtatious mark, fluff

Summary: your love life has been quite lonely awhile trying to look for the right man until you see him.. Mark, 19 on tinder swiping right on him at 2am.

Taglist: @augustsblossom

[A/N] first ever published written work, testing out the waters, nervous but constructive criticism will be accepted🥲. Tried my best into making mark seem like mark I hope you like and enjoy this, debating if I should continue this😭

It was late at night mindlessly swiping on tinder face on the side planted into the pillow one eye barely open until you see him. Photo of his big goofy smile and his brown dreamy eyes holding a mug of some sort of coffee maybe??

Feeling flustered at his appearance unlike other men on here trying to act tough or intimidating no, no, no he’s.. different..kinda nerdy in a absolute cute way

looking down at his name and introduction mark, 19 comic book lover especially seance dog🐶❤️. Without looking further into his introduction scrolling back up inhaling a deep breath smiling your heart absolutely fluttering into your stomach deciding to swipe right as you do dropping the phone to the side shrieking into a ball screaming into the pillow body heat rising as your tired self disappeared calming down minutes later.

Leaving the bedroom, phone on the covers walking downstairs grabbing a cup of water unbeknownst to you mark had messaged.

Mark: what’s a lovely girl like yourself up so late?

Sent 2 minutes ago.

As you finally reach the bedroom rubbing your eyes about to climb into bed sitting on the edge grabbing your phone as your heart skips a beat mark?!? oh god oh GODDD!! Unlocking your phone opening immediately to tinder opening marks message.

You: i can ask you the same thing handsome stranger, ya looking for an adventure? Because if you are you looked in the right place LOL

Smiling at your phone as you lay back in bed waiting for marks response suddenly time seems to be going by slowly when your waiting for something exciting.. thinking deep into thoughts suddenly hearing a commotion down in your apartment near the alley way getting up to check it out as you look scanning suddenly seeing I..invincible carrying the elephant by his..trunk?!?? Your eyes looking in utterly disbelief and confusion but letting out a little laugh then looking at invincible really looking at him in his goggles something about him makes you shudder like you know him but from where?

Finally laying back into bed as you sigh seeing the delivered 8 minutes ago.

Must have fallen asleep.. muttering to yourself placing the phone onto the nightstand closing my eyes drifting away slowly into the abyss until.. TING.. your eyes shooting wide open as you yawn grabbing your phone lazily starring at his message

Mark: I'm not usually one to seek out adventures at this hour but for you then.. yes.

your mouth opens as if you were gonna say something but no words came out a smirk filled your lips as you chuckled at his dummy idiotic response you quickly open your phone typing and responding back

You: well if it isn’t the comic book nerd making a move.. I like that.

Marks pov

Late at night in bed starring at the ceiling both arms behind his head thinking in the moment until he hears a BZZZ his hand immediately grabbing his phone unlocking it pressing the tinder notification starring at your profile his heart sinks at your beauty.. the way you pose in every selfie, breathtaking, stunning, mark feels the heat creeping into his cheeks as he smiles without even knowing.

As they were both a match in arts, mainly arts and crafts for mark some comics the two liked mark gulps hesitantly typing you a message.. as mark messaged you Cecil immediately called him in about the elephant in a sketchy alley.. mark putting on his suit and flying out immediately reaching the destination of the sketchy alley with the elephant.

After dealing with the elephant mark flys home as Cecil on the other line of the earpiece good job kid I’ll keep you updated. Mark finally taking off his suit putting back on boxers from before mumbling to himself good job kid.. I’m not a kid.. sighing as he rolls back into bed groaning grabbing his phone starring at your message his smile immediately pops up opening to tinder messaging you back seeing your response making his lips quiver in excitement

Mark: it’s not everyday you get to see a beauty like you with common interests haha

I cannot tell you how proud I am of this scene, which I wrote back in February...

~ I won’t let it happen again ~

Pairing:: Vigilante X FemReader!

Summary:: You and Amelia Harcourt nearly grew up together, leading you to join the 11th street kids. Though you weren’t one for interpersonal relationships, one catches your eye catching you off guard.

Content:: Fem!Reader, swearing, fluff, violence and abuse, y/n inserts, abusive ex partner.

A/N:: yall this is my first ever first shot at writing and idk what I’m doing so if you got feedback or anything please let me know. I’m also absolutely obsessed with Adrian Chase right now~~

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“Chris, uh I’m gonna be late to the apartment.”

“What? Weren’t you just here?”

“Yeah but y/n..”

“Amelia?”

“She got into it at the bar again. I just need to pick her up okay?” Amelia hangs up the phone, the loud crash of her bulky phone case rattling the random crumbs and earrings rolling around inside her cupholders. Her heavy driving foot tapping on the accelerator at a steady enough pace that she’s going at least 30 over whatever speed limit she thinks the highway is.