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sleazy neighbor ghost who is so scary but always seems to be there just in time when you get back to your apartment a little too late to really be safe, coincidentally passing through from his own errands, definitely not lurking around waiting to make sure his pretty neighbor hasn't been snatched or touched- this is a shady part of town after all-

sleazy neighbor ghost who is the one to scare off some guy trying to follow you home after seeing you run for safety into the lobby, easily intimidating said creep with his size and attitude- and oh you poor thing, you must be so shaken up, come, come, hang out in his place for a little to calm down, he wont let anything happen to you ;)))

Oh yeah it's pure coincidence that he just happens to be there whenever you get back from running evening errands or finishing your evening shift at the cafe down the street.

Simon can't help but smirk lightly while rubbing at his stubble and taking a drag from his cigarette as he watches you scuttle into the lobby of the building away from the biting cold of the outside, a bag of groceries on your shoulder; he got himself a busy girl, always on her feet.

Other times where you get freaked out by him is when you're checking your mail box or just walking back to your apartment and he's suddenly there, appears like a ghost and then vanishes like one too. He once told you that that was his moniker back in the military, Ghost. You supposed it fit him, though you could barely believe how someone so large and heavy build could move so quietly.

And yes yes he would scare anyone away who get a little too close to you for comfort :( Most of those are creeps from the building itself or the other shady houses around but they all scram like cockroaches whenever he appears behind you or snarls at them.

While he despises that those worthless fucks try anything with you, on the other hand he loves it because it gives him the opportunity to be the knight in shining armor and help you out! Oh you poor bunny, all shaken up and teary from that drunk creep huh? How about you stay with him for the night? His bed is comfy and he'll even pull out the warm comforter for you. Maybe even convince you in your scared state that the best option would be if he slept with you to keep you safe and warm with his huge, hot body <3

simon had a bone to pick with you. a rather big one. why in god’s name were you, his girl, going on a date with johnny? granted, you weren’t exactly his, per se, but you damn sure weren’t anybody else’s.

he wasn’t the jealous type. sure, the thought of you laughing with johnny, kissing johnny, had his blood boiling, his fists tensing with the urge to hit the closest thing, his jaw pulled taut. and maybe he had a knot in his throat and a weight in his chest, but he wasn’t jealous, no.

being jealous meant he felt threatened, and simon was not threatened. you just had to be reminded of who you belonged to, right?

you sure as hell didn’t seem to mind as he plowed into you from behind, his chest to your back, hand curled around your throat while you choked out the most obscene noises he’d ever heard.

johnny was long forgotten from your mind, wiped away so it could be refocused on only simon and the way his cock filled you to the brim, slamming into your g-spot with every angry thrust.

how could you even think that you’re anybody else’s when he’s the only one who can have you creaming on his cock, brain so fucked out you could barely utter a word besides his own name?

he wasn’t jealous. at the end of the day, he knew exactly who you belonged to and whose cock left you dumb.

JJK Men don't like you asking for their friends number (Pre Relationship)

Ft ~ Ryoumen Sukuna, Choso, Takuma Ino, Shiu Kong

Synopsis ~ You ask the JJK men for their friends number and they hate it

Content Warning ~ 18+, Suggestive, Language, little bit angst, maybe a little fluff

Part 1 (More People)

Sukuna ~

Choso ~

Ino ~

Shiu ~

(18+)

convinced Ghost is the type to seem completely disinterested during sex.

he's fingering you but he's got this bored expression, mask pushed up over his nose so he can smoke while he does it. he's not even looking at you, his eyes are on the tv. and it's driving you crazy. you're squirming, hips jerking up off the couch when he reaches that spot inside you with his thick calloused fingers that has you seeing stars. he sucks his teeth and sticks the cigarette between them. uninterested, half lidded gaze sliding over to you, using his newly freed hand to pin you down with a massive paw spanning across the expanse of your lower belly.

"hol' still." he grunts pointedly around his cigarette. and that's all you get before he's turning back to the tv, tugging the burned down butt out of his mouth, letting out a puff of smoke, ignoring your whines.

that last hybrid post did something to my brain cuz MMHM 😵‍💫😵‍💫

what really got me going was guard dog! simon putting guard dog!johnny in his place!! like YEEESSSSS

that definitely isn’t the first time he’s done that to the younger dog. johnny has a mouth on him, always talking back and sometimes indulging in kitty!reader’s antics. and while guard dog!gaz tries to get him to chill, johnny won’t listen which ends up getting himself punished by simon.

poor ol’ pup johnny is pinned down and he’s whines and yelps go ignored by the other’s as simon plunges his thick, heavy cock into his little (and already stretched) hole.

johnny was being a brat, so of course that rowdy pup needs to be put in his place! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

majority of the time, kitty!reader is listening just from around the corner, her little pussy getting all drippy and nipples achy from hearing the lewd noises, degrading rough words from simon, and johnny’s pleads and almost pornographic moans!!

(i kinda got carried away, lol!)

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Even better if Kitty!Reader would lay sprawled out, all naked and sweet in front of the coupling hybrids, her tail curling seductively as she purrs loving encouragements to both Johnny and Simon, how the younger male is taking such a big hybrid male like Simon without problems <3

Since she's a brat too she will rile both of them up by spreading her legs and showing off her wet, dripping pussy and mewl about how wet she is, how ready she is for a nice fat cock but no one wants to give it to her :(( Johnny while pinned down would whine and between moans beg her to come over and let him mount her too while Simon snarls viciously because his knot is almost swollen inside Johnny and can't pull out now.

Kitty would definitely pull something like 'Well if you don't want to fuck me then I guess I'll go and search for Graves~! He's a wild coyote and probably sooo feral and ready to mate<3'

The boys would probably have a massive freak out with drool literally escaping their jaws with how much they're snapping and growling for you to sit your pretty ass back down :(

boxer!rafe had his anger mostly under control. thats what the boxing was for. but no one’s perfect. there were times he’d slip up.

he’d developed the knack for being able to ignore the other men in the locker room at the fighting grounds. he had his own upcoming fights to worry about, his own family to feed — whilst he used to be a sucker for a good argument, it had become the least of his concerns. they knew that about him, therefore they knew what would get under his skin.

“ayeee, it’s pretty boy!” one jeered as he stepped into the locker room — sore, toned body trudging over to his usual locker to retrieve his stuff so he could get out and go home to you. he was used to the nickname, infact it had even been self proclaimed at some points on the ring. girls held up ‘pretty boy’ signs during his fights, upon winning multiple fights and climbing the ranks he was gifted a chain with ‘pretty motherfucker’ engraved on the pendant. it was nothing new to him.

the chatter continues in the room amongst the men, and he figures he can let his guard down now, knowing they wouldn’t be testing him. they’d heard of his rage through stories, rumours that he’d been in jail for killing a cop in his past. it intrigued people, wanting to see how far they could push him. just as the cameron boy is getting his gym bag together to leave, he’s brought into the conversation once more.

“right? i wanna start seein’ some newer faces in the crowd i’m gettin’ tired of the regulars.” the same douche that addressed rafe when he entered speaks, eyes flickering over to the younger guy in amusement. “hey cameron, got anyone you can bring to spice things up around here? how ‘bout that pretty wife of yours? maybe she can motivate me before the fight—”

he doesn’t get to finish his taunt, before in a flash rafe had pinned him the locker with a crash, doors rippling and padlocks clattering. he presses his arm into the man’s neck, jaw clenched and vein popping out his neck.

“fuck you say? huh? nah, go ‘head repeat yourself.” rafe threatens, practically growling through bared teeth at the man. the other fighter goes to shove him back, but the cameron man is unmovable. if there’s one thing he doesn’t play about, it’s you.

rafe stumbles back slightly, but it’s only to wind up and slam his fist into the man’s face when he dared to smile. the other men start to get involved now, trying to pull rafe off but it only made him angrier. “think that’s funny? yeah?” he yells, and punches the man again, the time harder. his skin cracks and blood splashes onto his knuckles as he continues. he knew this was going to result in at least a week suspension from the gym, and that was with the gym owner being fond of rafe. he shoves himself off eventually, the man groaning on the floor in pain.

full of adrenaline, rafe picks up his bag and heads to leave, but not without spitting out a venomous “lemme hear you talk about my wife again. i’ll kill you. a’ight?”

he’s not proud of himself by the time he’s arrived home. it’s been a while since he’d gotten angry like that, violent outside of professional boxing. it’s so soft in your shared home when he arrives, and it makes him feel ashamed. it smelled like you’d been baking fresh cookies, the house clean just for him. it melts him, because sometimes he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still the monster he used to be. something that didn’t belong here.

he stops in the doorway to see you napping on the couch, looking delicate like a petal that had fallen off a flower, drifted in the wind and had just landed there perfectly. the small bump that had only just begun to show through your dress strains ever so slightly against the material and he scratches at his cheek. he shouldn’t be acting like this. not when fatherhood is approaching.

he busies himself off to the shower, hoping to wash the day from him. not long later, the sound of the water woke you — and you appear in the bathroom quietly, stripping yourself of your clothes and climbing in behind him. you press a soft kiss to the centre of his back because you could tell it’s tense, a telltale sign that he’d had a rough day. you don’t need to speak, not yet anyway as he relaxes slightly at your touch — feeling your tits press against him from behind and your swollen tummy when you lean forward. he lets out a long sigh, head running beneath the water.

hugging him from behind, you peer round to see his bruised knuckles. he hadn’t come home with those for a long time, he’d usually wrap them if he was going to spar or whatever.

“what happened?” you can’t help yourself, curiosity getting the better of you.

he presses his lips together, caught. he doesn’t wanna tell you what they said, make you uncomfortable. it’s not necessary and it would only make him mad all over again. he runs his knuckles under the water, ridding them of any of the left over dried blood that he wasn’t sure was his.

“ah i uh… i lost my temper… a little. s’not important.” he huffs, peeking briefly over his shoulder at you. you don’t question it, knowing it was potentially a sore subject. he feels another kiss on his back.

“s’okay.” you’re so nurturing, so gentle. your hands slide around his hip bones, caressing the veined skin on his lower stomach above his cock. the appendage jumps once realising what you were after. maybe it didn’t take long because of the soft kisses and your body pressing to his, paired with the day he’d had — but he’s hard in no time when you start palming at him.

he tips his head back under the water, the droplets racing down his toned back and shoulders as you slowly tug at him from behind, doing your best to relax him. “s’okay rafe.” you whisper once more. “you’re home now.”

he certainly was.