#Power SCR

[igbts]

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[sylphjuice]

this is also still killing me god,,,, tenna rabidly attacking to defend his beloved and spamton just chilling cutely

[shoechoe]

One of the reasons why the Silver Chariot Requiem fight is frustrating to me is that I do think a bodyswap arc would've actually been fine, if not a pretty cool idea... if it weren't used as the semifinal arc of the part. It just feels awkward to use it for that purpose, doesn't it?

[lunar-lattice]

i dont really want to vent abt anyone reading my fic bc i find it in poor taste but god i have a reviewer over on fanfic.net who is kinda completely missing the point irt kaworu

like. yes kaworu could easily put any one of his siblings into the ground. if he could, without any repercussions he would, bc how much he values humanity

but from the get-go, ive clarified kaworu has a deep fear about others finding out what he is and their perception changing as a result. when he doesn't intervene against an Angel and something really bad happens as a result, this is indicative of how deep that terror runs

he knows the second he shows his hand, he's dead. he doesnt exactly have a huge will to live but he still doesn't want to leave his friends until he has absolutely no other choice

none of this is a plot hole. its not him failing to live to his potential. its just a part of his character

[1-2-3-4-4498-0]

SCR (Silicon Controlled Rectifier) Power Controllers are electronic devices used to regulate electrical power in industrial applications. Employed in heating elements and electric furnaces, SCR Power Controllers provide precise control over the power supplied to resistive loads.

[bill2snns]

What is thyristor, on-off switches, Power Control, Switching Device

T435 Series 600 Vdrm 4 A Snubberless Triac AC Switch Surface Mount - TO-252

[xetlynn]

Scars and Faint Memories

Vanessa Palmer x fem! reader!

chapter one-> chapter two

••• in which [name] [last name]’s team has just won their last game meaning they’re heading to nationals! But unfortunately there’s a teammate who is slacking due to being a freshman and lacking experience. And there’s talk of freezing her out. And not even moments later a freak accident happens where her bone is now sticking out of her leg leading to arguments and tension within the team before their flight to nationals.

warnings: underaged drug and alcohol use. Things that happen in yellowjackets.

2021

The clock was ticking irritatingly slow, the sun shining brightly through the window and to you it was as if it were to purposely agitate you while you typed away on your computer. Attempting to finish the project your boss had asked of you last minute… as usual. 

You felt your knuckles tense as you grew more and more annoyed with today. It was going by incredibly long and excruciating, your eyes sauntering down to the little corner of your screen, only a minute has passed since you last checked it. “[Name],” a voice speaks from behind you, startling you out of your daze. “Yes?” You spun around, trying to force a smile upon your lips but it was no use. It just looked like you were constipated. 

“Break time.” It was your boss's secretary, the very same lady having an affair with him behind his wife’s back. Your typical story of a unleashed married man being in power. You walked in on them once and was given a raise along with additional paid time off to keep your mouth shut. “It’s only 10:30.” You respond dryly, you usually take your break around 11:15. This was taking you off schedule and you didn’t like it. 

“Mr. Isik  needs you around your usual break time. Sorry.” She apologetically bows her head, her eyes averting yours as normal ever since you saw her bare body on display on your bosses desk. “Mm, okay.” You sigh deeply, standing up from your spot. Grabbing your tote bag before heading into the employee break room. A few typical stares came your way by the same people everyday. You worked with them, you have been for years and still they can’t leave you be. 

You sit down at one of the many tables, making sure it’s against the wall and you can be alone. You get out your earbuds, putting them in to play music. Drowning out the noise of your fellow coworkers that indulge in their own food. 

Pulling out a sandwich out of your lunchbox, you lean back against the chair as you take that first bite. Finally not having to be right against a screen. Closing your eyes to get the peace they needed. 

The peace wasn’t satisfyingly long enough though, it was time to get back to work. Time to go back to typing away. Sucking in a breath through your teeth, you fling your bag over your shoulder and head back to your cubicle. You’re stopped before you can even reach it though, your boss standing in front of you with a nervous smile. “Heyy, [Last Name]!” He booms, only earning an awkward stance back from you, your face straight and bored. 

“Yes, Isik?” You roll your eyes, leaning on your right leg. “I need you in my office for a little, okay?” He says in a more inquisitive tone, which makes you raise a brow. “Uh, sure.” You follow him to his office, he opens the door to show a woman standing there with a pad of paper and a pen. “What is this?” You clutch onto your bag.

This was all too familiar the same confident expression on the person’s face, ready to question you over a traumatic event that happened to you as a child 25 years ago. “This is-”

“I’m Jessica Cruz…”

1996

Out on the field, you’re staying in the back with Lottie. Watching as midfielder, Taissa is expertly moving upfield with the ball.

Negotiating through the defenders on the other team. Kicking the ball in a perfectly-aimed pass to your captain, Jackie who connects and taps the ball just past the Goalie and into the net. It went quiet for only a second before your ears were rudely attacked by screams of your teammates. 

Lottie jumps into the air, clinging onto you even through the sweat that covered the both of you. A rare genuine smile erupts on your face, holding her back. You glance back to your goalie who runs and jumps the two of you.

“C’mon let's join them!” She screams, gripping the both of you and the three of you run to the crowd excitedly. Your Gold and Blue team high five, hug and cheer as you guys have just qualified for the U.S. Girls’ National Championship!

You scan the group of girls for your best friend, once your eyes spot her she has already done the same, jogging up to you. Taking your hands and the two of you jump up and down. “We did it!” She laughs ecstatically and you nod your head grinning. “I can’t believe it!” You breathe out. Your chest was tight with the joy you felt. 

The two of you walk with one another, linked by each other’s arms down the field. You were searching around the crowd on the bleachers for your family. Hoping that for once your mom was sitting there with your younger siblings. Natalie knew the drill, her steps slower so that you can scan the area.

Unfortunately only seeing your little brother and sister cheering for you alone. Your mother behind the gate taking a phone call from her newest personal phone she bought instead of getting you the new cleats you begged for. 

You’re 18 though so… you obviously ended up working for it yourself. 

“Can you grab my stuff for me?” You quietly mutter out, the bleach blond nodding her head. Squeezing your wrist twice before jogging off to the locker room.

You head over to your siblings with a forced smile, opening your arms. “Hi my little ones!” You beam, they reach over to grip you into a sticky hug. Their small arms embracing you. “You were so cool out there, [Name]!” Theo, your 9 year old brother exclaims with a bright look in his eyes. 

You chuckle. “One day I’ll show you to be just as cool.” You ruffle his hair. “Me too, right?” Tilly, she’s 6 with her front two teeth missing. Just as cute as your brother. You scrunch your nose. “I thought you didn’t want to play soccer?” 

“Oh… Well you can still teach me to be cool too.” She sasses causing you to laugh, not noticing the girl who was walking up behind you. Your siblings did though, the redhead put her finger up to her lips.

Motioning for the young ones to not give her away. Theo gave a small nod and Tilly tried hard not to give it away with her little giggles as you continued to talk to them about their chores they had to do tonight. 

“If we get them done, you guys can help me with something fu-” 

“Boo!” A hand slams down on your shoulder, your body jolts, along with a small high-pitched noise leaving your mouth. “Holy shit- Van?” You hold your chest as Theo and Tilly burst into laughter, feeding the girl’s ego in front of you. “Sorry, it was just too good not to.” She apologizes, folding her arms in front of her chest. “Right, whatever.” You playfully roll your eyes. 

“Is there something I can do for you?” You tilt your head to the side. It wasn’t meant to be rude by any means. You and Van just weren’t close. Of course being on the team together for four years, the two of you have had to spend a lot of time with one another but you kept to yourself unless absolutely necessary. Well, Natalie, your best friend was an exception. 

“Oh uh, I was just coming over to say that aerial duel you got us was fucking sick.” She tells you truthfully and your face heats up. “That- that was nothing,” you nervously chuckled. “That second block you did was crazy, the dive you did- seriously I think that’s a huge reason we got ahead.” You stammered. This is why you kept to yourself. Your social anxiety controlled every aspect of your life when you talked to literally anyone. 

“Pshh, I’m talking about you right now. You were seriously amazing, don’t downplay it.” Van gently hits your arm with her fist. “Right, thank you. I mean it though. It was really cool.” You nudge her back. Then the both of you awkwardly stand there, not knowing how to end the conversation. “Sissy, mom wants us to hurry. She has to get back to her computer.” Tilly tugs at your jersey, and silently you thank her. 

Practically praise her for cutting this weird moment between you and your teammate. “Okay, tell her that Nat is getting my things from the locker room. I’ll be right there.” You tell the two who nod their heads and scurry off to your mother. 

“Want to walk with me?” You hear beside you and you look to still see Vanessa standing there. You figured she would’ve ran off after Tilly interrupted you guys. “Oh… sure.” You shrug your shoulders. 

The two of you walk side by side, quietly. Watching your teammates either entering the school building or talking with their family members as well. “They’re cute.” Van says and you hum. “Yeah, thank you.” You smile to yourself. You loved your siblings with your whole being. “I think I’m blanking on their names, I want to say the girl is Tilly?” 

“Yeah, Tilly- Well, Matilda but you have to call her Tilly or she won’t respond. And Theodore or Theo, he doesn’t really care what you call him.” You inform her,opening the door to the school building, allowing her to go in first. 

“Oh, how cute. Your names oddly fit so well.” She comments leaving you a little confused. “Is that a good thing?” You question, this time she’s opening the locker room door for you. “Yeah-”

Before she can continue though Natalie is shoving your duffle bag and backpack into your arms. “Sorry [Nickname] I got caught up in… something… oh hey Van?” She glances between the two of you and you smile softly. “It’s alright, she’s waiting for us. Let’s go.” You swing your backpack over your shoulders. 

“Right,” Natalie huffs. 

“Bye Van, thanks for walking with me. See you!” 

“See ya, [Nickname].” She teases you to which your face turns warm just like before. But instead of saying anything you grab onto your best friend and hurry off. Not wanting to hear your mom lecture you for “taking your time.” 

“I didn’t know you were friends with Vanessa Palmer?” Natalie snickers, poking your side to which you shove her away. “I didn’t think I was? She just came up to me after the game! She’s never done that before.” You explain, wiping the sweat from your forehead as you push through the metal and glass door. 

“Hm, weird it’s almost the end of the season and school. And now she wants to be your friend?” Natalie raises a brow to which you shrug your shoulders. Arriving at your mother’s car and the two of you climb. 

“Hey, sweetie. How was the game?” Your mom gruffs out, lighting a cigarette while beginning to drive. Your mood deflates a bit at her question. If she actually paid attention she would know how the game was. “We won.” You curtly answered while staring out the window. 

“Oh congrats you two! That means Nationals next, huh?” She smacks a hand down on your thigh, excitedly shaking it. “Yup, I heard Lottie’s dad might be paying for everything.” You sigh out and Natalie agrees. “I heard the same thing.” 

“I’m the only freshman who got asked, you know. And now it doesn’t even matter. It’s so unfair.” Allie pouts to which you roll your eyes at the younger girl's antics. You stand beside Taissa after she helped you paint a bee on your face for the pep rally. Shauna and Natalie share a small exchange of looks. “My dress was gonna be amazing.” Allie continues her idiotic complaint. 

“At least you can wear it next year.” Van comments and you hum in agreement. 

“You don’t get it Van, ‘cause nobody asked you.”

You scoff at her words. “What a weird thing to say.” You murmur, pushing past the group into the actual locker room. You made sure you were loud enough to be heard as well. 

Van follows after you with a very subtle smile placed upon her lips. “It didn’t hurt my feelings, y’know.” Her voice speaks as you're tying your tennis shoe against the bench. “You’re better than me then. I would’ve brought up the fact that we’d most likely be perfectly fine without her even on the team anyways if the prom is that important.” You boredly look up to the redhead who snorts out a laugh. 

“That’s a little harsh.” She sits beside you and you purse out your lips. “A little. But it’s the truth, is it not?” Your eyes meet with hers. You watch as she takes a deep breath as if she had just lost it. She nods her head. 

“Now, our next act needs no introduction. So let’s all just make some noise for your New Jersey State Girls’ Soccer Champions!” Vice Principal Berzonsky announces you guys as Music Factory blares from the speakers. The crowd boredly cheers. Your team is jogging out on the court, you hear Misty cheering the loudest. The weird girl who became the equipment manager since she didn’t make the team. 

It seemed to have made the other students build in their own applause with the wooden bleachers beginning to rumble. 

You stand between Lottie and Natalie, feeling a sense of pride and appreciation. It was like a wave of adrenaline has hit you. Hard. A feeling that doesn’t come around much to you. A feeling you soak up with your fellow teammates. Turning your head to look at the girls who have been with you through it all. 

2021

“I’m Jessica Cruz, it’s wonderful to finally meet you [Name] [Last Name].” She shoots out a hand in your direction and you glare down at it without moving your own. Your boss feels the tension in the room.

“I’m gonna give you two some privacy! I’ll be doing some stocking checks.” He announces, leaving the room before there were any objections, shutting the door behind him. 

“Do you remember me?” Jessica asks and you let out a dry chuckle. “This is a new low, Jessica Cruz. Should I get a restraining order?” You look her up and down apathetically. 

“No need for that, I just want to offer you something more than anyone else could ever do.” She leans against the large wooden desk and you plop your bags down on the chair ahead of her. “Offer away, wouldn’t change a thing Sweetheart.” You motion for her to go ahead, hands on your hips. 

“7 figures, to sit with me and write a book about your side of the story. Your story of what happened to you out there. Seven figures.” She thinks since you're in the corporate business this is how she can get you. 

How sorely mistaken is she? 

“I made that all by myself in my twenties. Hit me harder, Jess.” You wave at her, same expression. 

She lets out a little snicker. “You’ve made seven figures? I find that hard to believe-”

“I’d watch your next few words.” You warn her, reminding her of why she’s here. “What if I told you the others did speak?” She has a smug expression, an expression you were tempted to… Anyways. 

You break out into a small grin trying not to laugh. “Right.” You gave her a large smile this time. “I’m gonna get back to work now.” You say condescendingly, “thank you for wasting my time.” You swing your bag back over your shoulder. “Wait- wait.” She reaches out for you, you back away before she can touch you though. 

“I can seriously offer you anything, you can be anonymous. Get your story out there. I’m sure one of the others had done something back then. We can work something out.” Jessica didn’t seem like the type to sound desperate but it sort of intrigued you. 

“Who do you think did me dirty? Since you know it all.” You raise your brows, waiting for her reply. It was only getting humorous for you now. It was typical of reporters. To try and get you to speak, give them a sliver of what happened to you guys out there. Especially after getting back home 25 years ago they were like weeds that kept popping up out of nowhere.

“Well, I heard you were close with a few back then. Now… you’re all alone. You blocked everyone. But I have a feeling something pushed you to that point. Vanessa Palmer seems to have the most distaste for you.” 

Your heart drops to the sound of her name. A name that was almost foreign to you now. Your eyes advert to another area. “Seems like I’m right.” She lowly chuckles. 

“Doesn’t matter, I’m not the type to speak ill of others.” You step to the door. “Truly thank you for making my day a bit more interesting. Hopefully I never see you again though.” You swing the door open and rush to your cubicle before she tries to stop you again.

And at the end of the day, as you sit on your couch in silence. You find yourself thinking about the redhead that that woman had mentioned earlier in the day. You feel sick to your stomach. 

Your eyes trailing upward to the pictures on your wall, filled with her face. Pictures you couldn’t get yourself to take down fifteen years ago. Feeling anger seep through you, you go to grab a pillow but a phone call interrupts what you’re doing. 

1996

Shauna and you were walking beside one another as you’re on your way to practice.  Noticing Natalie, Taissa and Lottie the two of you head over. “This is what we’ve been working for all season. You really want to take that chance?” Tai questions, you scrunch your eyebrows confused.

“Yeah. ‘Cause I’m not a fucking asshole.” Natalie crosses her arms with a stern look on her face. You link your arms with hers. “What’s happening?” You mutter out. “Yeah, what are you guys talking about?” Shauna quizzes. 

The three glance towards Allie, flirting hard with seniors and juniors on the other side of the courtyard. “Allie.” Lottie speaks. “What about her?” Shauna asks. 

“Did you black out at States? She totally choked.” Taissa reminds the girl and you purse out your lips. “She’s a freshman, Tai.” Natalie stands up for her, which kind of surprises you. “She’s a liability.” Taissa argues. 

“I mean that is true but… we can probably help her.” You attempt to stand behind your best friend.  Taissa scoffs at you. “You’re her number one hater during games and now you think we can help her?” 

“That’s different, I do that with all of you guys when you’re slacking.” You point at her and she sighs knowing that you’re not lying about that. 

“What do you want to do about it?” Shauna butts in now. Natalie and Taissa share a glance with one another. “She can’t screw up if she doesn’t get the ball.” 

“You want to freeze her out?” Shauna frowns and you do the same. “We’d basically be a man down. At Nationals.” Natalie brings up to which you hum. 

“At least we’d know what we’re working with.” As much as you want to agree with Taissa right now, you know it’s not the best decision. “I don’t know, Tai. She kinda sucks, but… it doesn’t feel right.” Lottie steps in on Natalie’s side. 

“That’s because it’s bullshit.” Nat spits. 

“Oh yeah? What’s your plan, then?” Taissa snaps in an irritated tone. “I dunno, play like a fucking team and win? It’s worked so far.” Natalie exclaims, gripping onto your arm now. You allow it, beginning to zone out due to the arguing. Not knowing what to do to push it in another direction. “Everything works until it doesn’t.” 

“And for the record, you smell like a wino. [Name] make sure your best friend gets her shit together.” Taissa steps a little closer and you furrow your brows. “You know what? Fuck this.” Your best friend storms off, letting go of your arm. 

“That wasn’t cool, Tai. I also don’t think this is a good idea. The others wouldn’t agree to this and you know it.” You say before following after Natalie in a hurry. Not hearing what the other three have decided on. Feeling incredibly disappointed in your teammate’s choice of words against Natalie. 

“Okay, circle up!” Coach Ben Scott whistles as he jogs onto the field. The girls all gather up to him. “JV’s gonna help us out with a little scrimmage today. Coach Martinez had to take care of a family thing. So grab a pinny from Misty and let’s get started.” Ben explains and as the girls begin to do as told, Laura Lee speaks up. “Excuse me, Coach Scott? Shouldn’t we say a prayer first?” 

 A few girls' eyes roll but you smile softly in her direction. You don’t mind Laura Lee’s religiousness, it’s sweet. She’s polite and respectful about it. She just wants the best for others. 

“It’s just a scrimmage, Laura Lee.” He starts but based on her expression in return he lets out a sigh. “Sure. Knock yourself out.” The team then forms a circle, heads bowed and hands joined together. 

“Heavenly Father, let our efforts be fruitful, so that we may perform in ways glorious to you… May our hearts remain open and our bodies safe from harm. In your name we pray, amen.” 

Due to this Scrimmage you’ve decided to play goalie on the other side. You’ve been observing everyone, especially Taissa and Allie. It’s not going in Taissa’s favor due to Natalie stopping it every time. 

Taissa gets annoyed further, taking off her red pinny and throwing it aside. Jackie steps it but obviously it’s all inaudible to you. 

They begin to play and Taissa is now pressuring Allie. Allie jumps for a header and Taissa instinctively juts her foot out, catching Allie’s ankle as she comes back down. 

All the way on the other side of the field you can hear the sickening, almost deafening snap to Allie’s leg which causes her to collapse. Everyone runs to the girl. She cries out, Lottie screams. 

You head to Van who was throwing up, You make sure her hair is out of her face. “Shit,” you mutter, making sure to avoid looking at the girl on the grass. “C’mon.” You tell Van once she calms down a bit. “Let’s get away from here.” You frown, helping her stand up straight as she wipes her mouth. 

“That was a lot of fucking blood.” She comments and you hum in response. “Did you see that shit?” 

“Yup, bone out the body and everything.” You huff, opening the door to go into the locker room. “You’re not affected by it?” She asks and you sit her down and go get your water bottle. 

“Nah, I’ve seen worse.” You mumble, handing it over and she raises a brow. “You could’ve just gotten mine, ya know?” She asks and you shrug. “I saw you have it with you out on the field so I don’t think so.” 

“Oh,” Van’s shoulders fell. “Mhm, just drink. You were out in the sun and then threw up. I’m sure you’re extremely dehydrated.” 

Van goes to say something but then the door swings open, the others coming in. “Holy shit that was so gross!”

“That was insane!” 

A bunch of girls comment and you press your lips together. Plopping down beside the redhead. “This water just tastes like vomit.” She cringes and you chuckle. “I might have a granola bar, hold on.” You head back over to your locker, digging through your backpack. 

But once the Seniors entered the locker room they all grew quiet and on edge. You wanted to laugh at it but instead ignored everyone as you handed your granola bar over to Van, sitting back down with her. “Thanks,” she whispers, opening the wrapper and taking a single bite before drinking the water again. 

Taissa sat by herself, everyone avoiding eye contact except for you who was observing everyone. Finding humor in a horrible situation. What you didn’t notice was the person beside you staring at you. Practically burning a hole in your face. Witnessing the curvature of your lips each time you found something funny in your head. Making her want to laugh as well. It was such an awkward situation. 

“I know we’re all worried about Allie. But I really think we need to focus on the positive right now. It might not be as bad as it looks.” Jackie’s voice cuts through the tension, earning everyone’s attention now. 

“You could see her fucking bones, Jackie. I’m pretty sure it’s exactly as bad as it looks.” Natalie interjects and you nod your head with a sorry expression towards your captain. “Oh god. I think I’m gonna puke again..” Van holds her stomach and you rub her back. “Focus on something else.” You quietly tell her. “Try to picture something you enjoy.” 

“I mean, we’re still a team. And we still have each other. And…” Jackie tries to recover and give hope to everyone but it seems to be a fruitless attempt. 

“And we have Jesus.” Laura Lee helpfully says and you bite your bottom lip trying not to let out a laugh. “This wasn’t exactly a big win for the power of prayer, Tammy Faye.” Lottie scoffs. “The Lord works in mysterious wa-” A bang of a locker cuts her off. Your eyes shoot to your best friend who had been the one to do it, stalking out of the room. 

You then finally let go as you can’t hold it any longer. Your chest shaking as you laugh silently, you had to bend down because of it. “Hey, you okay?” A hand lands on you, only making you laugh harder. 

“I- I’m fine!” You wipe your tears. “Sorry, sorry.” You take a breather. The sudden empathy you had gained had dispersed just as easily. “You’re seriously laughing right now?” Shauna questions and you nod your head. 

“This is so stupid!” You giggle. “Everyone is upset. I can clearly see that.” You stand up. 

“But it doesn’t matter, we’re going to kick ass at nationals. Yes it’s unfortunate what happened to Allie. But there’s nothing we can do now!” You laugh out. “Nothing!” You throw your hands up. 

Taissa and Van were smiling up at you, trying not to join your giggle fit. 

You turn to Van. “I gotta go though. Finish the water, you can give it back whenever. I have more.” You grab your bags. “Make sure to drink more too, don’t want to be too dehydrated.” You winked, heading out of the room. Leaving the others kind of curious about your reaction you just had to everything. 

As you weren’t even thinking about it. Just making sure you head to your moms car before being lectured about taking so long. 

“You ready for tonight?” Natalie’s voice sounds over the phone line and you smile. “Yes, I’m ready to let loose before nationals.” You groan, keeping the phone up to your ear with your shoulder as you do your mascara. 

“What are you wearing?” She asks. “Mm trying to get in my pants are you?” You joke. 

“Possibly.” The both of you laugh. 

“But seriously, what you wearing, miss caregiver?” She repeats and you let out a gasp. “Oh don’t even!” You roll your eyes even though she can’t see it. 

“What? That you totally have a random thing for Vanessa Palmer!?” She cackles at your antics and you let out a large breath of air. “I don’t have a thing for her, oh my gosh.” You hide your face in your hands. “I was just helping her out!” You defend yourself. 

“Right, right. Let’s see you do it again tonight too.” Natalie comments and before you can say something again she speaks up. “Now please just tell me what you are wearing.” She’s the only person who knows about you being… gay. Liking women and such.

You felt lonely with the thoughts in your head. Thoughts that only kept getting louder and louder. You had to tell someone and so you went to your best friend. Even though you didn’t know her stance of homosexuality you knew her love for you. You knew she’d understand and stay. 

“Okay, okay. I’m just wearing that one outfit we bought at the thrift store with tights.” You stand from your vanity. “Oh! Jackie said that Jeff can pick me up. I don’t need that ride anymore.” You say absentmindedly while fixing one last thing with your fit. 

“Really? You’re gonna third wheel with Jackie and Jeff?” 

“Well Shauna will be there. So not really.” You knew either way you’re going to be witnessing something and become a third wheel but you didn’t mind it. You could ignore it. 

A honk outside interrupts your next sentence. “Oh, speak of the devil. I’ll see you at the party. Love you!!!” You wait for her to say it back before slamming the phone down and rushing downstairs with your tote bag. 

“Bye mom! I’ll be back tonight!” You say loud enough for her to hear but not too loud to wake up your siblings or be heard in her phone call. You scurry out the front door and wave to the three in the car.

His headlights were so bright though you couldn’t even see them inside of the vehicle. Jeff rolls his window down. “Wow, I’ve never seen you without jeans on.” He commentates and you smirk. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it.” You climb into the backseat with Shauna. 

“He’s right, you look so hot right now!” Jackie contorts her body to look back at you. You scoff out a laugh, “thanks, so do you.” You plop down and buckle up immediately after. Clicking the button then doing it a second and third time. 

The ride was smooth, almost a little boring. Shauna kept eyeing you, wanting to ask about your reaction from earlier. Your reaction to Allie’s bone being out of her body. And all you could do was laugh. It had to be a nervous thing right?

You stared out the window, not paying any mind to the glances. Just wanting to let loose with your best friend. 

You aren’t really close to the other girls. Sure they’re nice and they look up to you in sport. But outside of it, you feel out of place. Jackie used to try to be your friend in the beginning. Attempt at winning you as someone close like she is with Shauna. But it never worked. Your social awkwardness won. After two years she finally gave up. 

Sometimes she still offers things like tonight. Making Jeff give you a ride to the party tonight since she overheard you talking about not really having one with Lottie. 

“Alright we’re here!” The car halts into park, and you unbuckle your seatbelt- once this time. Everyone climbed out of the car. You wiggled the handle three times before shutting the door.

“I’ll see you guys, thanks for the ride Jeff!” You patted his shoulder before going into the crowd of people. Knowing exactly where your best friend will be.

“Nat!” You call out, pushing through a few people to get to Goth and your best friend who stands by the bonfire. “[Name]! C’mere, try this.” Goth shoves a cup in your hand and you raise a brow. “What is this?” 

“Just try it [Nickname].” Natalie snickers and so you do but immediately regret it right afterward. Spitting the liquid out. “The fuck is that?” You rub the drink from your chin, scrunching your face in disgust. 

Before they can answer, Smartass is running up to the both of you. “You guys, my cousin hooked us up.” He huffs out of breath, your eyes flicker between him and Natalie, confused by what he meant. “You got it?” 

“Got what?” 

Smartass grins, holding up several tiny squares of paper printed with the anarchy symbol. “I have six words, my friend. Lucy in the sky with Diamonds.” 

“That is, like, literally the least efficient way to say that.” Goth scoffs and you giggle. Natalie snatches one of the tabs from his palm. “Dude. Don’t you both leave for the Olympics or whatever tomorrow?” 

“Yeah. We do.” She gives them a look, almost daring them to say something else as you hold yourself. A little uncomfortable but you stay to make sure your best friend is safe. Not knowing what else to do. Yeah you plan on drinking, maybe a joint later on but not shrooms. 

You watch as she takes a hit, passing it to another and you glance around. You were beginning to second guess yourself on coming tonight. This isn’t really your scene and if you wanted to let loose you could’ve done so alone and in your room while listening to music and painting. 

“I’m gonna go find Lottie.” You tell Natalie, saying your quick goodbye to the other two. “I’ll meet up with you in a sec.” Natalie calls after you, you don’t even turn around to acknowledge it. Knowing she most likely will forget that statement. Or probably already did if the drugs hit. 

It was strange, it was loud, people were talking and dancing but you felt the opposite. Quiet and lonesome even in the crowd. Gently moving past bodies that didn’t even realize you were there. Your eyes scan the area patiently. “[Name]!” You hear beside you, your eyebrows furrow and there’s Taissa. Waiting in line for a beer.

“Hey, Tai!” You wave, meeting up with her. “Want a drink?” She offers for you to wait with her which catches you off guard. 

It shouldn’t because Taissa and you used to be close in middle school before going separate ways entering high school. “Would love one actually.” You curtly laugh, bumping into her arm as you stand with her. “You know what I did earlier wasn’t on purpose, right?” She asks and you look at her with a concerned expression. Her own face showed remorse and fear?

“I would hope so.” You chuckle, her lips fidget upwards a little bit but not by much making you suck in a breath to get serious for her. 

“Tai, I do not believe you did that on purpose. It was a freak accident.” It was something you truly thought, why would Taissa purposely break a girl's leg. “Thank you.” She sighs, her arm looping with yours.

“I guess I needed reassurance.” She mutters. “We all do sometimes.” Your hip bumps hers and she lays her head on yours. 

“I admire your resilience, Tai. It can’t be easy knowing you fucking cripled someone today.” A voice speaks from behind the both of you, your heart drops at the callus words that come from Shauna. “Cool. Good talk.” Taissa begins to move herself from the situation before it escalates. You grab two drinks for the both of you. Going to follow after. 

“Just admit you did it on purpose.” Shauna folds her arms and you step between them. “Shauna you’re drunk. Knock it off.” You warn her.

“This isn’t about you, [Name]. Step out of it.” She attempts to move you but you stand still with a now scrunched face. “Shauna, stop.” You feel people watching now. “You’re a sociopath.” Shauna points to the girl behind you. “Hey, Shauna, take it easy.” Van comes over, putting a hand on Shauna’s shoulder who only shrugs it off. 

“Good news, you guys. We don’t have to worry about the Allie problem anymore. Taissa fixed it for us.” She’s on a roll tonight, and you were getting frustrated. “What’s she talking about?” Laura Lee comes up to the group. You hadn’t even noticed your other teammates were showing up. 

“She’s talking about Taissa’s little plan.” Natalie joins and you want to cover your face. This is not what you guys need. An argument before nationals. “Please. Since when do you give a shit anyway? Don’t you have a bong to hit or a dick to suck or something?” Taissa snaps and you watch as your best friend’s face contorts. 

“Hey. Don’t talk to her that way.” Shauna stands up for Natalie as you stand there frozen. It was getting too much. Too much confrontation.

“Oh, fuck off, Shauna. I don’t need you to defend me. Last I checked, you were fine with the whole freeze her out strategy.” Natalie shuts the drunken girl down. 

“Seriously, what are you guys talking about?” Laura Lee chimes in once again. “Shut the fuck up Laura Lee!” The three who had been arguing all shouted at her. 

Your chest tightened at the loudness of their tones. Everyone starts to fight, all yelling at once. Everyone interrupts one another. You stay silent, not knowing how to calm the situation. Thinking calmly, you were normally level headed. Taking a deep breath you drop your drink that hadn’t even gotten sipped on. Using your pointer and middle fingers on both hands and whistling loudly. Scaring the group.

Noticing Jackie also coming into the scene. “Alright, ENOUGH!” You yell, the two of you thrusting yourselves into the middle of everyone. 

Jackie crosses her arms, glaring at everyone while she stands beside you. “Yellowjackets, with me.” She orders, stomping off into the woods with you practically connected at her hip. “What the hell happened?” She whispers and you just look at her before looking ahead. 

The team stands around as Jackie paces in front of them. You are standing still, sizing everyone up with disappointment. Even towards your best friend who definitely felt it radiating off of you. 

“I don’t know what the fuck that was, but I do know that it’s over. We’re about to go to Nationals, you guys. Nationals!” She exclaims. “And based on what I’m looking at right now, we might as well not even bother getting on that plane.” 

She pauses as she thinks for a moment, going back to your side and pursing out her lips. “Alright, everybody line up.” She directs but nobody moves. 

“She said to line up!” You express with irritation, everyone is surprised by your tone, and by reflex they do as told. “I’m going to talk to you like adults. Is that okay with you?” Jackie asks, causing everyone to smile at Coach Martinez’s catchphrase. 

“Coach is always telling us that you can’t win without three things. Talent. Trust. And Respect. I mean, Coach also talks a lot of bullshit, but I’m pretty sure he’s right about that. So here’s what we’re gonna do. I want each of you to go down this line and say one nice- true- thing about every other girl on this team.” Jackie does her speech and it leaves the others confused on if she’s actually serious. Exchanging looks with one another. 

“What is this, fucking Girl Scout camp?” Taissa is the first to speak up and you roll your eyes trying not to laugh.”[Name] and I will go first.” Jackie looks at you and you boredly do the same. “[Name] you are weirdly mysterious, I think everyone can agree-”

“I thought you were supposed to say nice things.” You look her up and down to which everyone laughs at. Even her. 

“I’m getting there.” She giggles, “you’re mysterious, I feel like I know almost nothing about you. But somehow you’re the most comforting. Even when you’re laughing at the fact that a girl's bone was out of her body today.” She tells you truthfully to which you smile, slightly amused thinking back to earlier in the day. 

“Jackie, you’re incredibly persistent and true to yourself. I respect that.” It was short but it meant a lot to the girl in front of you. Her eyes seem to light up at your words and she grins. “Do you want to continue or should I?” She quietly asks and you shrug. “I’ll give it a try.” You wink.

Heading right to Taissa. 

“Tai- Taissa… Miss Turner if you will-” “Oh my god, shut up.” She laughs and you scrunch your nose with a smile. “You are incredibly headstrong, you fight for what you believe in and it’s very influential. I love it.” 

Moving onto the next, which is Laura Lee. “You’re very sweet, keeping to your faith even though others push you down. You don’t let it get to you, and I admire that heavily.” You take her hand gently to which she grins at you. “Thank you, [Name].” She rubs the back of your hand with her thumb. 

“Lottie Matthews.” You look up at her, grabbing her shoulders. “You are a breath of fresh air. I enjoy the talks we have on the field while we’re getting ready. You’re so comforting sometimes I think you could manipulate me into something crazy.” She rolls her eyes but mouths a thank you as you move to the next person- your best friend. 

“Nat, I don’t think I have to say much I haven’t said already. You’re my fucking ride or die even if I’ve done something so fucking stupid.”

Natalie blows a kiss at you and you catch it to place it on your heart very dramatically. “Shauna, you might be the most interesting person I’ve ever met. Do I know specifically why? Not really but I know you’re amazing and I think that’s a good part of it.” You say. Shauna is giving you a look that’s almost unreadable but then she laughs. 

“I could say the same thing about you.” 

“And lastly, Vanessa Palmer.” You sigh out, cheesing ear to ear. “Say that like it’s a bad thing.” The redhead nudges you. “It might be, you never know.” You joke causing her to gasp, gently slapping your arm. 

“Okay, okay, I will say you’re probably the funniest person ever. Your film knowledge is also impeccable. I know that when I need a good laugh I can come to you.” 

“You seem to laugh pretty easily, but I’m glad I’m up there as the funniest.” Van says and you press your lips together trying to prove her wrong but you can’t help the little snicker that escapes. “Yeah, it’s not hard to make me laugh.” You beam. 

As you go back to stand with Jackie you hear the others start to shyly say nice things to one another. You glance to see Jackie proud of herself for this idea. She heads over to Shauna and you stand by yourself. Observing the others, even though the argument got you here you were glad for the outcome. 

Your eyes flicker over to Natalie who’s complimenting Lottie. “Lottie, you never talk shit unless someone really deserves it. Also, I really like your pilgrim hat.” She then starts to giggle before staring off in the sky. “Um. Okay?” Lottie is definitely not wearing a hat. You grab your best friend's arm. 

“You want to stay the night tonight?” You ask her and she looks over at you confused at first but then lights up excitedly. “Yes, sleep over!! [Name] where’d you get that tattoo?” She suddenly grabs your wrist and you shake your head. You knew tonight was going to be long. Definitely not letting loose like you had hoped. 

You sit Natalie by the fire and drop beside her, letting her lean her body on you as she’s on a trip. Not seeing the pair of eyes on the both of you. The pair of eyes that have a ping of jealousy within them. 

You close your eyes, leaning your head on Natalie’s just resting there. 

You don’t know how much time has passed but you know you somehow fell asleep and Natalie woke you up by muttering “Misty.” You grumble, stretching out your body. “Misty? What?” You ask, severely confused. 

“I swear I saw her, over there?” She points to an edge of darkness of the woods. You squint your eyes but see absolutely nothing. “Just part of your trip.” You rub her back. “Let’s go, we gotta find someone to give us a ride because I’m sure Jeff did not wait for me.” You stand up, shooting a hand out to her. She takes it, lifting herself up. 

2021

A knock on your door sounds and you groan. Who the fuck could it be? You peer through the peephole, and your heart sinks at who’s there. “Shit.” You mumble before swinging the door open. 

“Shauna?” You furrow your brows and she smiles awkwardly. “Hey, I tried texting you but it went straight to voicemail.” She rubs the back of her neck. The two of you lived in the same vicinity so it’s not a rare sight. Of course the two of you still talk occasionally.

“What’s up? Something going on with Callie?” You move so she can come in but instead she just stands in front of you. 

“Come to dinner with me?” She tilts her head and you check the watch on your wrist. The time read “10:15.” 

“You’re lucky it’s my day off tomorrow.” You grab your jacket from the hook along with your keys. Moving out of the house to shut the door right behind you. 

“Who are we meeting?” You cross your arms as she drinks a cup of coffee. The door chimes, cutting off your question and the two of you look up to see Taissa. She slides in the booth across from the both of you. “Are you kidding me?” You tense up, getting irritated. “[Name]-”

“No, Shauna, I can't believe you.” You push at her to move but she doesn’t budge. “Get up or I’ll climb over, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me we were meeting with her.” You spoke with venom mixed in your voice.

“[Name], please.” Shauna pleads with you, as you’re about to get up and climb over the booth. You glare down at her then peep over to Taissa who has an anxious expression. “Just twenty minutes.” She whispers. 

You let out a huff of air. “Twenty and after that I better not see her again.” You plop back down in the seat. Taissa doesn’t even say anything to you, looking right at Shauna. 

“A reporter approached us today.” Shauna slides Jessica’s business card across the table. “She said she was with the local paper, but I googled her, and she wasn’t credited in any bylines. Anywhere.” Shauna explains the situation. On your way over here you had already told her your experience at your job. 

“These people come out of the woodwork every few years, on some anniversary or another. You know that. There’s no reason to think this is any different.” Taissa tries to reassure the both of you and your eyes stare at her face. Angrily taking in her features. “I can think of a few. I thought we agreed. Say no more than we have to, stay out of the public eye.” 

“Shauna…” 

“I saw you on fucking television, Tai. If someone’s digging… we’re all fucked. Take care of it.” She orders and Taissa looks over to you who boredly nods. “Take care of it.” You repeat. 

“Have either of you talked to Nat?” Shauna suddenly asks and you frown. “She’s in rehab.” Taissa answers. “Again.” You add in. “And there’s still no sign of the others?” 

“No. Not for months on my end.” Taissa’s eyes then flicker over to you who shrug. “Haven’t heard from anyone except for Misty who creepily knew about my mother passing.” You say. 

“Then we’re fine. As long as nobody does anything crazy, we have nothing to worry about.” Shauna takes both of your hands. You bite at your bottom lip. Nervous about this sudden Jessica Cruz. 

After the three of you talk, you only add in to be an asshole towards Taissa. You guys exit the building.

“Oh, I gotta use the bathroom real quick. I’ll be back. Here’s the keys.” She hands the keys over to you and you tiredly take them. The two of you watch as she walks back into the Diner. 

“You know I’m sorry [Name]-” you shake your head before she can continue, putting a hand up to stop her. “I don’t want to hear it, Taissa.’ You tell her, walking over to Shauna’s van. “It was a mistake, I promise. I would never intentionally-”

“Taissa, please. Stop it.” You sternly say, putting your foot down. “I don’t want to hear it. I really, really don’t.”

“I’m over the situation but I cannot and will not find it in my heart to forgive you right now. Who knows. It might change but at this moment. In this age of life I want you to fuck off so hard.” You were smiling, hating this feeling of being confronted. “I just- I miss you, [Name].” She admits and you lick your lips trying not to laugh. 

“It will pass.” You open the passenger door of the van and climb in. Slightly slamming it shut causing the woman to jump. She stood there for a moment before her shoulders dropped, feeling defeated and heading back to her own vehicle. 

1996

“Are you sure everything is going to be okay while I’m gone mom?” You question as you are walking both your bags to the front door. You hear your mom snort in disbelief. “Of course everything will be okay. I’m the adult here.” She says defensively and since you’re facing away you roll your eyes.

“That’s not what I meant.” You murmur.

“I just help out with dinner and I know you don’t like cooking.” You partially lied. You’ve been helping with your younger siblings for years ever since your father passed away when Tilly was only six months old.

“We’ll be fine, [Name].” She comes over and plays with the necklace you wore around your neck. The charm given by your father a year before he passed. 

A dragonfly, he always called you his little dragon bug. It was a weird nickname but when you were little the two of you went fishing and that’s what you called every big bug. Freaking out when a dragonfly landed on your shoulder. 

“Sissy!! Don’t leave yet!” A little voice screams as she comes down the stairs and you move away from your mom. “Tilly Billy! I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye!” You crouch down to her level and she jumps at you with a tight embrace. “I’m going to miss you so much!” She cries out making you jut out your bottom lip. 

“Awe, Tilly I’ll be back in 4 days. Don’t you even worry.” You ruffle her hair and she pouts. 

“That’s still so long.” She pulls away and you see tears actually falling down her little face. “It will go by so fast, I promise.” You kiss her cheek and then you hear more little steps coming your way and you look over to your little brother who was rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Will you get me a souvenir?” He asks and you let out a laugh. 

“Yeah, what do you want Theo?” You pull him into a hug after standing back up. 

“A magnet.” He grumbles tiredly since he had just gotten up. “Alright, I’ll get you, your magnet.” You kiss the top of his head, then hear a car honk outside. 

“That’s my ride, I’ll see you guys in a couple of days!” You give Tilly one last tight embrace and then kiss your mom’s cheek goodbye. “Be safe, [Name].” She says and you give a tight lipped smile before leaving, shutting the big wooden door behind you. 

Stepping onto the plane was a weird feeling, Lottie’s parents are definitely rich. “Hey, you’re here.” Natalie pokes her head up from her seat and you hurry over to her. “Heyy, how are you feeling? You left like super early.” You plop down on the seat next to her. “I forgot I had to get my bags for the flight, did you see the note? And I’m definitely hungover.” She snickers, and you follow suit. 

“Yeah I saw it, you’re so romantic.” You do little air kisses. 

“Always for you.” She does it back. 

You unzip your backpack and take out a walkman to show to her. “If you want to listen to anything during this flight.” You grin. “Beautiful.” She claps her hands and you nod your head. 

And as everyone gets on the plane and you all sit quietly, the air pressure makes it hard for you to hear one another to begin with. Well for you it makes it extremely harder for you. Every now and then you’ll glance around at the other teammates. It was boring but the nerves and excitement of the game somehow made the time pass by faster. 

You didn’t even understand what was said by the captain every time he spoke. Of course it was probably something important because the cabin gets darker and a terrifying roar erupts from the plane. The turbulence shakes the plane so aggressively that it wakes Natalie. Her hand finding yours. 

You can slightly hear Laura Lee muttering as the oxygen masks drop down. “Shit, what the fuck is happening?” You think out loud, getting the mask on. Then helping Natalie get hers on. “Open the shade.” You mutter. “Wh-what?” Natalie panics. 

“Open- open the shade.” You reach over and shove it open. Seeing silhouettes of the mountains extremely closer than they should be. Then getting closer. And closer until the plane finally makes impact. 

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I'm your secretary, Lord 6th - Secretary AU one shot

18+ MDNI !!!!

Cw: AFAB!Reader, power imbalances, semi toxic!kakashi, secretary!reader, unprotected piv (do not attempt), creampie (see previous warning), fingering, spanking, oral m receiving, degradation (slight), lmk what i missed !!

Word Count: not that sure, written on phone again lol. maybe like 2-3K.

Minimal editing, should be fine lol.

Maybe you were hired because you were extremely beautiful to the Hokage, because it for sure wasn't because you were someone of great organization skills. Papers piled up, calls and meetings were constantly rescheduled, and you had a gift for misplacing various important documents and folders. This behavior of yours used to be all accidental, until you realized how much fun getting an address wrong could be.

Smack.

"How many does that make?" The silver haired man asked, you could hear the smile in his voice, you couldn't see it however. You were bent over his desk, palms flat out with your elbows resting against the wood.

"Twelve," You whimpered. You wanted to rub the pain away from your ass but you knew better.

Kakashi did this whenever you would make an error, usually it was never this extensive of a punishment, however he had just found out about how you sent several invitations to a formal kage summit with several spelling errors- each one circled in a bright red ink that was the same color as the hand prints on your ass.

Kakashi would've never let himself let things get so far under normal circumstances, however- you were an acception. Again, the Hokage found you extremely irresistible. The first few weeks of working for this strong and world wide loved man were hard for him, pun intended. He would watch you come into the office every day with a lumpy sweater and baggy pants, watching as you fumbled with different stationary. Your wardrobe left quite a lot to the imagination, your curves completely hidden to his eyes, which made his perversions extremely unmanageable.

He wanted to talk about your office attire for a while, not sure if he actually thought the messy get up you wore every day was actually unprofessional for the workplace setting or if he just wanted to see you in a tight pencil skirt and a white buttoned shirt. Eventually he confronted you about this- a prey to his own desires.

Soon enough you would walk about the small office in exactly that, a black skirt that hugged your hips and ended near your ankles and a buttoned shirt of rotating colors, always with two buttons undone and collar folded neatly down. He would watch you leave your seat to go down the halls or even reach another part of the room with an unsteady wobble in your step due to this new custom of heeled sandals. He always had a smirk hidden under his mask and a gleam of great delight in his eyes.

His hard cock would torment him every day, as did your subpar work ethic. If you had been anyone else he would've fired you months ago, however he didn't and it seemed as though nothing would get done in the office. He found himself getting more and more frustrated with how you never seemed to become more organized or skilled at your job as time went on, but the good boss in him saw that you still had potential and maybe all you needed was... a little push.

Slam.

A weapons budget paper was slapped heavily and hard against your small desk, bright red ink circled your mistakes, extra 0's on numbers that weren't accounted for- a brutal error.

"What is this?" He hissed, seeing red not just from the paper.

"I-I... I don't know..." You stammered nervously, shoulders tense and raised in sudden anxiety.

"You don't know? This is our budget for weapons this month and you fucked it up big time," he spat at you. "This could've cost us thousands." His cock twitched under his robe, which he had tried to cover. He had envisions several sexual fantasies playing out just like this- and maybe his imagination was too good because you were falling right into his script.

"I'm so sorry, Lord 6th.... I-I didn't mean to- I would've never... I cant believe I did that I'm-"

"Then FIX IT!" He slammed the table right next to you again, precum leaking out from his erect dick while he watched you squirm. The room shook when his voice boomed, people outside not able to hear but feeling the reverberations of his reprimands. "I wanna watch it." He agitatedly picked up your pen and shoved it in your hand, leaning over you with his chin hovering above your shoulder.

You grasped the pen with a shaky hand, scratching out the circled zeros, a strange arousal welcoming itself onto you as you covered each red notation. You were working so fast your tits shook softly, Kakashi able to look down your shirt past the two undone buttons from his placement.

His hand came down to grasp his cock, grunting at the contact. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, hesitating with you work.

"Don't look at me, look at your fucking mistakes and fix them," his voice low and his breath heavy.

Instantly you locked back in and onto the pages of failures, crossing your legs and flexing your thighs together. Kakashi took notice and with his other hand squeezed the top thigh. You gasped softly, mouth falling open and face flushing softly, turned on but too scared to stop your task until you finished. Watching you squirm underneath him was Kakashis aphrodisiac, the hand on his cock pulling away the fabric of his cloak to unbutton his pants with ease. You hummed softly, pressing your thighs together harder and biting you lip softly to suppress any pleasurable moans.

"Stupid whore, cant do anything right…" Kakashi spoke, his hand hiking up your skirt, you leaned back and lifted your hips slightly to allow him to push it all the way up. "Look at that, you want this don't you?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. You looked up, lip still bitten. His hand left the imprint of his cock and grabbed your chin, shoving it back to the papers Infront of you roughly.

"Focus!" He demanded. Your skirt was now bunched up entirely at your hips, black panties on display for him. "Fuck..." He huffed, grabbing the waist band and pulling it down, which you also let him do.

He pushed it down to your ankles, pussy out for him as you sat on your chair. with one hand he caressed your soft slit, anticipation bubbling inside of you, a whimper left your throat when his finger dipped just beneath your folds and plunged into the gooey arousal running from your cunt.

"So wet already." Kakashis finger gathered your juices and slathered it up to your clit, the slick making it easier to tease your sensitive bud. You moaned softly, trying to continue with your task.

Your warmth felt like a beatitude to him, your scent let such a delicious desire bubble in him that he could feel it rumble throughout his body and up into his chest. His fingers felt like magic on your pretty cunt, soft pools of drool formed at your mouth. He couldnt hold it in any longer. Kakashi grabbed the back of your chair and wheeled it against the door of his office, both locking anyone out and locking you in place. His neck bent and he kissed you with passion, still toying with your pussy. He brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted you, intimidating eyes staring deeply into yours while he sampled your juices.

He was filled with an orchestra of your senses, looking at you, smelling you, hearing your soft whimpers, tasting you, feeling your cunt- it was all so ecstatic and euphoric, the feelings of this long overdue and dazzling sexual encounter.

Kakashis wet fingers dove right into your needy cunt, your walls tightening around his didgets as he curled them up into your spongey walls, hitting your g-spot. Soon enough you were seeing stars and came hard on his fingers, your sloppy cunt raining juices on his knuckles.

His big cock began to twitch violently beneath his pants, almost begging to be freed. He placed his palm on your forhead and pushed your head back, his other hand relapsing his dick from its confines and into your softly parted mouth, which readily took the offer. His cock fit nicely in your mouth, your soft lips caressing it’s circumference while it plunged deeper and deeper into your throat, your soft gags and chokes making his head feel light.

Time went on like this, a game of cat and mouse between you and the Hokage. It was extremely often that his hands went everywhere he wanted them to go and it was a daily occurance that you would welcome it. You both became insatiable for your desire for more in this sexual quest.

It became an art- the way you would seduce your Lord 6th. You would show up to work with shorter skirts and tighter blouses. On the days you wore your white shirts they were either semi sheer or completely transparent from you spilling water all over yourself, always an “accident”. Kakashi was left without control, his attraction becoming more and more of an obsession as time went on.

“Thirteen!” You yelped, burying your face in a stack of papers you yet again managed to mess up. He smacked your ass twice more, both times harder than the last.

“Fifteen!” you blubbered out, eyes teary and red.

“So good and obedient for me… if only I could get you like this all the time,” Kakashi hummed, curling his fingers through your hair and slowly pulling your head up to his level, licking roughly against the length of your neck.

His cock was aligned with your entrance and plunged in the second you tilted your hips back for him and your tits up and into the air. You both grunted in an agonizing bliss, follows by a soft sigh when he bottomed out into your perfect cunt.

“Who’s pussy is this?” Kakashi grunted, pulling out only to slam back into you with fervor.

“Y-Yours…” You cried out, gripping onto randomly scattered papers and crinkling them under your fingers.

“Yeah?” He asked with a smirk. “And whys that?”

“Because, I’m your secretary, Lord 6th.”

Kakashi instantly wanted to possess you, just like he always had. He continued to slam his cock into you, the meeting your his groin and your ass made the room fill not only with a soft smacking sound, but orgasmic noises from the both of you. Each time he pulled out, you pressed your hips back so that you could meet him when he penetrated you again.

He wanted to sink his teeth into your shoulder, and so he did so. You writhed in the blissful pain, unfrightened by the power imbalance you two had not just in position but in physicality. You loved the small indents he made against your skin and he continued to pound into you rhythmically.

He pulled out of you to have you sit on his desk, his cock ready to plunge back into you with that same aggressive arousal. When he did you sunk your nails into his muscular back, closing your eyes and listening to the sound of Kakashi sliding in and out of you and the agonizing grunts and moans coming out of him.

You could feel your juices leak out of you and soil the papers underneath you, stationary flew off the desk as it creaked and shook underneath you both.

“I bet you love feeling this cock, don’t you?” Kakashi spoke, his voice low from all the heavy breathing and ecstasy building inside of him.

You nodded, whimpers and moans spilling out from you, unable to speak coherently or even say “yes”.

He grabbed the back of your head and brought it closer to his, kissing you like he wanted to breathe the air that was in your lungs instead of his. His tongue swirled with yours while you came on his cock, unable to kiss back because of your whining, nails still sinking into the skin of his back, daring to create new scars in the shape of crescents.

“Love paying to fuck you all day,” he trailed off, going back in to push his greedy tongue into your gaping mouth. He began to swirl and roll it again with yours, only to stop and just tease the tip of yours with his own.

You started crying, over pleasured by this cock that had no interest of stopping it’s conquest until his conpletion, which he did. He shot thick white ropes inside of you, i afraid of branding you with his hot cum. It was too much and as he continued to thrust during his ecstasy it spilled out, dribbling out onto important documents and secret files.

You both shook, Kakashis large and abrupt, yours rapid and soft. He pulled out of you slowly, the walls of your cunt almost begging him to stay in as you clenched around his exiting dick, he laughed softly, cheating rising and falling over and over.

He pulled his cock back into his pants and wiped you off with a small cloth he had kept in a bottom drawer, specifically there for these moments.

“Clean this mess up and reorganize my desk for me, okay?” Kakashi ordered you, his air still regal even with the scene in front of you.

“Being a pretty fuck doll isn’t the only thing I keep you around for.”

[sidemari]

• Object of Obsession •

He would be her downfall, and she knew it.

Character included: Danny Johnson (Ghost Face) x Fem!Reader.

Mari’s notes: This story is still an ‘x reader’ text, but narrated in third person, using ‘she/her’ pronouns instead of ‘you.’ I wanted to try something different and hope you enjoy it. The text is about 2,100 words long.

TW: Aftercare absence, blackmail, CNC (consensual non-consent) themes, creampie, cunnilingus, dub-con, emotional manipulation, impact play (spanking, slapping, hair pulling), light humiliation, overstimulation, photo taking, power imbalance, stalker behavior (home invasion, privacy violation), threats of violence, video recording, weapon mention.

It was a freezing night. A tedious, deceptively harmless night—the kind that kept most people in Roseville locked inside their homes, too scared to go out thanks to the string of serial murders.

She was in her own apartment, but she didn’t feel safe.

Her heart was tight in her chest, like it already knew he could be lurking somewhere nearby. She knew his dirty secret. She knew that beneath the fake persona of a journalist chasing the Ghost Face murders… there was a sick, twisted mind: Danny Johnson.

Months ago, she thought he would kill her the night she had caught him. A night not unlike this one.

Coming home from work, distracted, only to catch sight of the masked killer mercilessly taking the life of his latest victim—a coworker of hers. His mistake had been taking off the mask, thinking no one was watching. Or maybe… sparing her.

Her whole body was tense. So tense she could almost want him to help her with it. They’d spent nights together before, back when she still believed he was just Jed Olsen. Intense nights, filled with whispered confessions and muffled moans. But the terror in her eyes the day she learned who he really was hadn’t lied: she feared him now… and was fascinated by him all the same.

She stared at the mug he’d once gifted her on one of those nights they shared, letting out a deep, tired sigh, fighting the conflicting feelings rising in her chest. She made coffee, choosing that damn mug to drink it from. He’d definitely tease her if he had the chance. “Coffee this late?” He’d say, before pulling her close just to steal a kiss.

She lifted the mug to her lips again but didn’t get another sip. Her entire body froze at the sound of the front door opening… or closing. Silent, she slipped through the dimly lit apartment, moving as far as the tiny space would allow from the noise.

In the bedroom, she held her breath. Locked the door as quietly as possible. Took a few shaky steps back, still staring at the door she’d just locked—with the suffocating certainty that he was already inside the house... looking for her.

That’s when her back hit his chest. “You’re so predictable it hurts,” he murmured, a gloved hand covering her mouth without care, the other gripping her hip. “Danny…” Her voice came out muffled as she struggled to get free, in vain. “Did you miss me?” He teased, lifting the mask just enough to press a kiss against her skin. “Please…” she begged, her voice nothing but a frail thread of resistance against the fabric of his glove. “Gonna fight like the others?” He growled low, pinning his body harder against hers. “Or are you smart enough to just let it happen?”

She didn’t answer. Her pride wouldn’t let her. But when his hand slid from her hip to one of her breasts, squeezing softly through the thin fabric of her shirt—the exact way he knew made her weak… She moaned.

And that was all he needed. It was enough to tell him she wanted it as much as he did. Enough to make her hate herself for giving in again. Enough to make him smile against her skin, knowing she was already his from the second he broke through that door.

Resisting might buy her a few minutes, but she didn't know his intentions.

She didn't know if he just wanted pleasure, one more night... or to drain the life out of her, like he had done with the others.

“Scream and you die,” he muttered against her hair, guiding her hand to feel the blade he kept tucked into a compartment of that bizarre shroud. “Understand?”

She nodded, lungs finally taking in a full breath when he pulled his hand away from her mouth.

Without ceremony, he threw her onto the bed. Grabbed the camera—the same one he used to photograph every victim—and captured her for the first time: flushed face, eyes heavy with fear, her expression a messy blend of dread and expectation.

“You’re going to…” She started but couldn’t finish. “Kill you?” he laughed. That low, gravelly laugh that sent chills straight down her spine. “No. Not tonight.”

She didn’t believe him. Because his eyes—those dark eyes—glowed with that same insane, dangerous gleam that told her his mind was far gone.

She watched his every move with breathless anticipation, holding it in until her cells screamed for oxygen. He didn’t say a word. He just tilted his head in that infuriatingly cocky way of his. She knew exactly what he wanted. They’d spent enough nights together for her to recognize every twisted little game he played.

Her trembling hands moved to the buttons of her pajama shirt, unfastening them one by one until her breasts were exposed to him. She couldn’t see his face… But she knew him well enough to know he was grinning like the bastard he was beneath that mask.

Swallowing hard, she guided his hand to one of her breasts. He laughed. The camera flashed, filling the room with light for a few seconds—click after click as he captured his hand on her skin, squeezing, marking.

“Danny…” she whimpered, squirming beneath him. His cock pulsed at the sound, his entire body begging to break her without mercy.

“If you’re… manipulating me…” He growled against the valley between her breasts before taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking with enough force to make her cry out, breaking her pride, “…I’ll make your life a living hell.”

Her hands moved desperately to push down her own pants, the fabric pooling around her ankles before she kicked them somewhere across the room. Her stomach twisted with anticipation. Her whole body throbbed, hot, wet, desperate for his touch… his attention… his punishment. Her panties were drenched, sticking between her thighs. And she hated herself for that. She hated how a bastard like him could make her feel this wanted, this needy, this hungry… even while being terrified.

“Please…” she whispered against his lips when his mouth finally left her nipple.

He pulled her into a kiss—fervent, urgent, his tongue easily claiming dominance and setting the pace he wanted. He handed her the camera before ending the kiss with that signature filthy smile on his lips, pressing the record button as soon as it was in her hands.

Her heart pounded, realization hitting her fast and hard. He wanted this recorded. He smiled with pure malice when she focused the lens on his face, capturing every second as he trailed wet kisses down her stomach until reaching her hips.

Instinctively, she spread her legs wider to give him space between them. His eyes never left the lens, even as his greedy hands pulled her panties down.

She touched his mask with one hand—asking for permission. He nodded. She removed it, pushed the hood back, guiding his head exactly where she needed him most, while her other hand clutched the camera, still recording every filthy second of their game.

Her thighs clamped around his head, her voice shaking as she moaned his name with devotion, hunger, and desperation.

“I missed tasting you like this…” he murmured against the inside of her thigh before kissing her there—his eyes never breaking contact with the camera lens. He knew she was watching him through that little screen. And his exhibitionist side loved every second of it.

“You like filming me, huh?” He teased, his fingers teasing her entrance, prepping her. “Like seeing how fucking obsessed I am with you?”

Her answer was her orgasm. Her body arched, the camera falling from her trembling hands as he snatched it up, turning the focus on her—on how utterly wrecked and beautiful she looked cumming for him.

Every gasp, every muscle spasm, the way her sex clenched around nothing—she was completely exposed, every reaction captured by the most dangerous man she’d ever met. And she liked it. God… she liked that filthy little game a bit too much.

She knew it was wrong. Twisted. Dirty. But then why…? Why did her body obey every single command he gave? Why did she crave every touch, every kiss, every degrading word that fell from his lips?

The only answer she could come up with… Was that she was just as dirty as he was? And only he could drag the worst parts of her out—exposing every flaw, every secret, every buried fantasy in that broken little soul of hers.

The universe had a sick sense of humor sometimes. He’d be her downfall. And she knew it.

The recording stopped just long enough for him to kiss her again. She tasted herself on his tongue… and loved every fucking second of it.

“Get on all fours,” he ordered, pulling off the shroud, exposing the athletic body only she knew. She obeyed without resistance, her skin breaking out in goosebumps, anticipation clawing at her insides. She heard the camera click—a few more photos—more filthy memories he’d keep for himself.

Her cheeks burned hot. She hated feeling exposed. She had spent her whole life avoiding attention. She hated speaking in public. And she would’ve rather died than be the center of attention… And now? Now her stomach twisted with excitement just knowing he’d keep something so intimate… so hers… in his possession.

He’d use these photos. These recordings. To threaten her, manipulate her, and control her whenever he wanted—she knew that. But she ignored the crushing weight of her own conscience screaming at her to hold onto what little dignity she had left.

He pressed the record button again, the camera focusing on his teasing her clit. He was already dripping, spreading precum all over her folds, slicking her up even more for what was about to come.

“Beg,” he ordered, the hand that had just been guiding his cock now slapping her hard enough to steal a broken moan from her lips.

“Please, Danny…” She cried, her back arching as another slap landed in the same spot. Her skin glowed red in the recording, the camera catching every tiny, filthy detail of her body from the best angles possible.

She didn’t want to beg. Some tiny, stubborn part of her still wanted to hold on. But when he pushed just the tip inside—the camera zoomed in on every inch stretching her open—she snapped.

“Please… Put it all in… Please fuck me… I need you…” “Good girl…” he laughed. That bastard fucking laughed as he stripped away whatever honor she had left. “One more time… say it again.” He pushed in a little deeper, his cock stretching her out with relentless precision.

“Please… I need… I need you, I need your cock…”

The shame of hearing herself say words that filthy burned her from the inside out. And the moan that tore from her throat when he buried himself all the way to the brim… was even dirtier.

“Faster…” she begged, her sanity long gone.

He gladly obliged. Their moans blended together, the bed protesting under their violent rhythm, skin slapping against skin—wet and obscene—filling the air alongside the whirring of the camera still recording every goddamn second.

The thrusts grew deeper, rougher, and faster. His grip on her hip tightened, fingers digging in, leaving bruises she’d feel the next day… maybe the whole fucking week.

For the first time since he started the second recording, he focused the camera on her face—wrecked, spent, cheeks wet with tears, her gaze glassy with pleasure and self-loathing… And yet, even ruined, even dominated, even coerced… She still wouldn’t look into the lens.

“Look at the camera…” He growled, voice wrecked, strained, nearly losing control. “Want to see you coming for me.”

And she obeyed.

When he hit that one spot inside her that made her weak, her second orgasm crashed down on her without warning; the line between pain and pleasure had been blurred long ago.

The camera caught every second: her body collapsing onto the mattress, his weight falling over her, both of them gasping—filthy and desperate—the sound of his final thrusts as he buried himself deep one last time… spilling everything inside her… marking her as his, and, even after the orgasm, her body kept squeezing him, holding him in, like it refused to let him go.

They stayed like that for long, heavy seconds—both of them panting, their breath tangled and obscene, the static hiss of the recording filling the background.

“Say you’re mine.” He yanked her hair, focusing the camera on her cock-drunk expression.

“I’m… yours…” she whimpered, too drained to fight back.

The recording cut. The last thing she heard before blacking out… was the camera clicking, capturing her ruined face one final time, just before he let her hair fall from his grip without an ounce of care.

[igbts]

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[delulu4anime]

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔗𝔬 𝔓𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫⇥ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀᴅ?

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ⇥ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ!ᴋɪꜱʜɪʙᴇ x ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʀʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ⇥ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴜʟᴏɢʏ⇥ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ꜰɪᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ; ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ꜱʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢꜱ⇥ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ᴋɪꜱʜɪʙᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜰɪꜰᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ꜰɪᴠᴇ), ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ (ɪᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ), ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ꜱᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴋɪꜱʜɪʙᴇ, ɪʟʏ’ꜱ, ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ ꜱᴇx, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ (ꜰᴏʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ), ᴘɪᴠ, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ⇥ 3.1ᴋ+

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴍᴏɴ⇥ 🔞ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴇᴅ. ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴡ🔞-ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴ. ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴛɪᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʏꜱ. ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏᴏ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜʏ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ʟᴇᴛ’ꜱ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴋɪꜱʜɪʙᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋʏ ᴍᴀɴ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴛᴏᴏ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏᴍɴꜱ⇥ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ/ɪ'ᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ/ɪ'ᴅ ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ/ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏᴏ

Kishibe hadn't realized how soft he had gotten in his old age until recently. A hardened Devil Hunter like him shouldn't have care what happened to someone like you. As far as he was concerned the reports about you pointed to the only right thing to do; dispose of you. Yet the way you had fallen to your knees and looked up at him as the rain cascaded down on you both. That look in your eyes of utter defeat and you hadn't even tried to fight him. There was something in him that soften and went against what he usually did. Everyone said the booze had finally rotted his brain because no sane Devil Hunter would willingly care for a devil but you were different. Even after several years of living together, you both continued to prove everyone wrong. 

You weren't as violent as the reports made you out to be. You were lost and, like any beasts when cornered, you would attacked. It was a shame the things that had happened to you. You didn't have a fighting chance from the moment you took your first breath. Your mother had died during childbirth and your grief stricken father was beside himself; why had she died and you lived? It hadn't made any sense to your father who was declining mentally with each passing moment. You weren't even a week old when your father called upon the Scythe Devil, one that had been associated with death itself, for a contract. A devil that could undo such a permeant outcome for a hefty price; a price that many humans ultimately could not pay. 

A life for a life. The was the Scythe Devil's terms and it would not budge for anyone. It was terms that were more than fair for your father, your little life for the life of his beloved wife. The Scythe Devil restored life to your mother and your father, ever grateful, knelt down presenting your sleeping little body to the Scythe Devil. It took you and vanished into thin air like it did after every contract was completed. It was suppose to be an easy soul to collect but The Scythe Devil decided to do something different; it kept you. It cared for you like your father should have and when your body was strong enough to wield its power it merged with you. You were suppose to take over and be better than it had ever been. 

You were the child it never had and it put more effort than it should have into making sure you were ready. At first you were hesitant to do as the Scythe Devil asked of you, you were only sixteen at the time; slaying any being you came across, whether that be a human or devil, and consume the soul was a lot for a teenager to process. Yet over the years you had become numb to the screams and blood; consume, consume, consume. You were suppose to be feared in the new age where weapons became automatic and the Gun Devil almost reigned supreme. Yet by the time you were in your mid-twenties you couldn't bring yourself to do so anymore. You knew private Devil Hunter's and Public Safety alike were after you; you had made quite the name for yourself. Yet on that day you met Kishibe you decided to stop running once he finally caught up to you; you fell to your knees in front of the man before you. 

Nearly begging Kishibe to kill you while the Scythe Devil raged inside you; surrounding wasn't any option for the Scythe Devil but for you it was about to be the way to freedom. No more blood shed, no more unanswered questions, and no more feeling used. You were expecting to be killed on the spot and you waited for the sweet pain to signal it was all over. What you were met with instead was light...your salvation. Kishibe had taken you in and with some convincing on Makima's part you were able to live with him. You were under house arrest for several months to make sure that you truly were no threat and what better person to live with than Kishibe just in case things went south. After seeing how docile you truly were Kishibe managed to convince you to join Public Safety, working alongside him and many other Devil Hunters. It wasn't the most ideal arrangement for the Scythe Devil, coming along with you to do chores around the apartment and then joining to fight alongside humans. 

But after a year or so the Scythe Devil was on board too; any way to collect souls was okay for it. You thought that it was you who needed Kishibe more than he needed you but it was actually quite the opposite. It was getting harder to get out of bed in the mornings when your warm body was pressed against him, sleeping peacefully. It was even harder on days that you had off and he still had to go into the office. Kishibe found himself craving your warmth and the way you looked up at him. Kishibe even found himself drinking less in order to remember nights where you had attempted to cook for him only to order takeout instead. The nights where you would drag him to the video store after work so he could get you all the movies you missed out on as a kid. The way you laughed at his jokes or the way you pouted when he told you not to eat the pastries he had gotten before dinner. 

It all felt so domesticated and he wasn't sure that he deserved something like this. Even now the wine he had tucked under his arm had nothing on the taste of you. It had been a long day of paperwork, newbie training, and trying to kill the devils that still posed a threat to humanity. He dug around in his trench coat pocket for his keys as his lidded gaze focused on the door in front of him. Just on the other side was the being that he had come to cherish more than his own life and in just a few more seconds he'd be able to hold you close. He wondered what you had gotten up to in the day; chores no doubt but were you cleaning in just his shirt again or would he find you in your own clothes though it wasn't as enjoyable. He just needed to- 

Before he could even finish the thought let along stick the key in so he could unlock the door you were opening the door to the apartment. You thought you had heard the jingle of the keys and you quickly made your way over to the front door. You didn't even bother peeking through the peephole because you just knew it was him. You immediately wrap your arms around him and bury your face into the crook of his neck. He grunted at the sudden impact of your body before he chuckled and walked you back into the apartment. He kicked the door closed behind him with one arm wrapped around you while the other, that still had the wine tucked under his arm, reached to lock the door. Once he knew you both were safe inside he buried his face against your temple and inhales your scent; the scent of home. 

"Did you miss me pretty girl?" Kishibe murmured and you nodded your head. 

"Always." You murmured back and he hummed before placing a soft kiss against your temple. 

It was no secret at the office that Kishibe had a soft spot for you and vise versa. However, there was never much PDA between you two at work other than fingertips brushing over knuckles when handing off paperwork or a gentle head pat after a successful mission. It wasn't until you were both back home that you could finally touch each other the way you had craved all day. He was able to look down and noticed that you were wearing one of his white t-shirt he often wore under his uniform shirts. His hand he had wrapped around you moving down your side and down to the hem of your shirt that looked better on you than it did on him.

"Brought some wine home. Figured we could celebrate." Kishibe said which caused you to raise your head from his neck.

"Celebrate what?" 

"The fact that I get to come home to you everyday." Kishibe's deep voice carries throughout the entryway and swirls around in your head. You couldn't help but chuckle as you tilt your head.

"That's something to celebrate?" You playfully said and he leaned down to press his lips against yours. 

Your eyes flutter shut and you hum at the feeling of his lips against yours. It started sweet and slow as if that's all the kiss would be, a way to show each other how you missed one another throughout the day. But the moment he started to walk you backwards down the hallway and into the kitchen was the moment you knew it was going to turn into so much more. And with that you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss which caused him to groan. He walked you back enough to set the bottle of wine down on the kitchen counter before he wrapped both his arms around your body. His fingernails digging into your ass just enough so that it would leave behind the crescent shape of his nails. A sign that he had been there touching you and he intended to leave more markings behind in places only he could see. You pulled away from his lips and panted when the sound of the bottle hitting the kitchen floor startled you. 

You looked to see the dark liquid along with the glass all over the kitchen floor, Kishibe used the way you craned your neck in order to see around him as the opportunity to attack your neck with kisses. Your mind immediately pulled away from the mess and back to Kishibe as you let out a soft moan. The living room was adjacent to the kitchen and it didn't take long for Kishibe to get you onto the couch and take off your shirt. The moment he tossed the shirt haphazardly onto the floor was the moment goosebumps started to rise up on your skin. You had nothing on underneath which made it easy for the cool air coming from the mini split above the tv to blow directly onto your exposed skin. A shiver ran down your spine at the way he pressed his index finger lightly against your bottom lip and slowly trailed it from your chest, sternum, and down to your stomach.

"Been thinking about you all day pretty girl. Thinking about you like this. Bare and ready for me. It's one of my favorites." Kishibe murmured as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead. 

His fingertip trailing down until your breath hitches at the feeling of his index and middle finger running along your wet slit. You spread your legs and it causes Kishibe to hum above you.

"Such a good girl spreading wider for me without me even asking," Kishibe coos out before he slides his fingers inside you. You let out a wonton moan as you tilt your head back against the back of the couch. His fingers moving in and out of you at a painfully slow pace. "And you're already so wet...what were you thinking about hm?"

"Y-You." You whine out as you grab at the fabric of the couch. "How much I missed you and couldn't wait for you to get home."

"About how much you missed who?"

"About how much I missed daddy."

Kishibe hums again as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. The way he curled his fingers and his free hand pressed against your clit was enough to make your hips shift forward.

"Such a good girl for me," Kishibe murmurs as he leans forward and nips at your neck. The sound of your crying pussy along with your moans was making Kishibe harder by the second. "Don't think I'm gonna be able to hold out sweetheart. Need you too badly." He grunts out against your skin.

"P-Please daddy...need you."

Usually he would have you beg more and bring you to a release before he thought about being inside you but he needed you more than he usually did today. He pulled his hands away from you which caused you to whine again. His lidded gaze moving to you as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks.

"Go ahead and lay down pretty girl." He breathed out and you didn't hesitate to lay flat on your back.

     Kishibe struggled off his trench coat while he shook off his slacks down his long legs. His hand tugging his tie off and tossing it over his shoulder as he climbed onto the couch with you. He was in between your legs in less than a second and pulling his boxers down so his cock was freed from the constricting fabric. Kishibe grunted as the tip of his cock brushed against your wet slit, making sure he was lined up. He focused on the way he pushed his cock inside of you before his gaze moves to meet yours. You let out a moan as he started to stretch you out in all the best ways. 

"Daddy loves you sweet girl," He breathed out as he continued to push himself in until he was buried to the hilt. "Daddy will always love you."

Kishibe start to move his hips at a steady pace, the heat of your body enveloping him. You moaned as your eyes fluttered shut and the pleasure started to consume you again.

"I love you daddy." You gasp out and he couldn't help but groan as you said those words he loved hearing. He dipped his head down so he could bury his face into your neck again.

"Gods, sweetheart, you're so tight." Kishiba moaned out as he picked up his pace. Your arms wrapping around his neck.

"F-Feels so good daddy. Please." You moan out. 

He let out a low growl, his hands grabbing your hips in a bruising grip as he continued to pound into you.

"Fuck. So good. You feel so damn good. Like you were made for me."

The sound of skin against skin quickly filled the room. The couch creaking under your combined weight as it occasional hit the wall. His cock always reaching spot your fingers only dreamed of reaching. 

"Right there daddy...h-haa...r-right there."

Kishibe groaned as he lifted his head to look at you, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. He thrust into you harder, not caring if the neighbors could hear.

"Gods, I've missed this. Missed you. I missed being inside you. Missed how you feel, how you sound, how you say my name."

You knew it was silly, you had sex the night before but it always seemed like the days he came home and ravished you like this were the days you didn't go to the office with him. The days where he was reminded of what it was like before you were in his life. Days he dreaded being alone now that he had gotten a taste of heaven. The more you squirmed and moaned underneath him the closer it drove him to his release. His hand leaving your hip and snaking between your colliding bodies. You felt him attack your bundle of nerves and you arched you back and moaned. Your thighs trembled when you wrapped them around his waist as his hips kept snapping against you. 

"Fuck oh f-fuck daddy," You moaned out at the way the pressure in your lower stomach was building up at a rapid rate. "M' gonna cum." 

"Yeah pretty girl? Gonna cum for daddy and make a mess for me?" Kishibe moaned out as his kept his gaze on you. Seeing you come apart for him was something he’d never get sick of seeing. "Be a good girl and show me how good daddy makes you feel." 

He had become such an intoxicating person, one that you needed every day. A addiction you'd never want to get rid of. Not with the way he looked down at you or pounded into your cunt like it truly was made for him and him alone. The way he rub your clit desperately trying to push you over the edge because he just had to see you cum before him. It's what got him off. To see his pretty baby crying out for him. He could see the tears of pleasure forming in your waterline and as soon as they spilled over with how overwhelming it felt to be so close just needing a bit more. That's when his deep voice filled the space between you along with your bodies meeting and your moans. 

"Daddy's here pretty. C'mon and let go for me."

Those words paired with the assault on your clit is what had you coming undone with his name on your tongue like a prayer. His divine purpose. It wasn't long before he followed and came deep inside you. You both panted as he collapsed on top of you. Your labored breath filling the living room as you started to rub his back through his work shirt he never even bothered to take off. Neither of you said anything while you basked in each other’s warmth before you suddenly broke the silence with a sudden thought.

“Should probably clean up the wine. Might stain the-”

You let out a squeak at the way he suddenly shifts positions and you were now straddling his lap. You can feel his cock twitch inside you and you looked at him with wide eyes only for him to smirk. Despite the fact you were still trying to come down from your last high, you were ready to go again.

“In a minute. Daddy still hasn’t gotten his fill yet.” He said as he started to unbutton his work shirt. You were in for another long night.

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[shoechoe]

araki absolutely wrote the SCR arc by the seat of his pants with no plan because that weird shit about SCR transforming your body into an entirely different creature got completely forgotten and dropped instantly

[pupsmailbox]

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The SCR power controller is composed of essential components including a thyristor, control circuit, heat dissipation element, and protective circuit. A heat sensor transmits a signal to the temperature controller, indicating the precise amount of heat demanded by the load. The controller leverages this signal to compute the frequency required for toggling the electric current to the heater on and off.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

🔦Rewind AU Post: What Really Happened To Genet, a.k.a. Reader:

(Warning! Implied suicide ideation and implied identity death! If these topics are upsetting for you, or scare you, please do not read!!!)

Genet (Reader) had been with the X-Men from a very young age. Theu saw them grow, and change, and lose members while gaining new ones. Sometimes the times were good, and everyone was getting along. Other times, it was... bad. The team, though they loved each other in their own ways, fought a lot. Enough that Genet was uses to it. It happened. It was their normal.

They finally reach an age and capability where they can be put on the team. It's good for a while. Sure, nothing is perfect, bad things still happen, but at least it always seems to get solved by the end. Everything gets better, eventually. Then Morph is gone, and Jubilee is there, and Scott and Logan are spitting mad at each other, and everything just seems to get worse.

Then after months, h*ck, a year or two, everything seems fixed. Morph is back, Beast is out of jail, the team seems to be healing... And then someone frames Reader for betraying the team. And everyone buys it.

It hurts, worse than the endless screaming matches of the past or being left alone when the adults were out saving the world or caught up in their own issues. This... theu said they weren't one of them. They said they should have known they'd be trouble. They said they should have never taken Reader in.

And that breaks them.

In the end, they discover the truth, they stop the villain, Genet's name is cleared, and all seems forgiven... Except it isn't.

Genet isn't... they just... they can't let this go...

Their team, H*ll, their family, the only people they've ever known, who raised them, said they didn't want them. That they didn't trust them. That they basically hated them, if only in that moment. And Genet can't forget it.

Late at night it haunts them. It taunts them in their dreams, turns bad ones into nightmares, makes them weep, and keeps tearing them down. It's too much. It doesn't matter if everyone acts like it never happened, or that all is forgiven, because it's not to Genet. It's not over, it's not forgotten, it's not forgiven.

They can't live like this. They can't live with this.

They leave a note. It doesn't have much written on it, just a thank you for taking them in, a note for Kevin, and saying goodbye.

Genet wants to be gone. They don't want to be, anymore. They want to forget the X-Men, forget the Brotherhood, forget mutants, forget everything. They want to not exist anymore. But their powers... they'd bring them back. So they go to the only person they can think of who can take them away...

Sinister is not someone they trust. It's a simple fact, and has tried and true evidence behind it. But at this point, they're beyond caring. They're willing to take the risk, to possibly be hurt or scr*wed over or worse, if it means maybe they won't exist anymore.

They lay it out as simply as they can, as best they can, while feeling hollow: They want Genet to cease to exist, their memory, their life, their connections, gone and null and void. Sinister wants to get a win over the X-Men, or maybe show his power, or maybe he'd want a future threat out of the way. Genet wants him to take away their mutations, destroy the memories Genet had, and whatever is left behind... he can do what he wants with it. As long as they don't exist anymore, then it doesn't matter to them.

Sinister is a lot more gentle with them than they expected. Maybe it's because his first willing subject in over a century; maybe he's being cautious; or maybe he does have a small drop of humanity left in him. But either way, Genet ends up strapped to a table, they're given a sedative, and then everything starts to blur out, fuzziness around the edges and dissolving into static in their mind...

(Sinister felt bad for this young mutant. But they wouldn't need to worry anymore. Dr. Essex had everything covered, and nothing that bothered Genet will bother Reader anymore... And he has the perfect, small pocket universe to put them in, to keep them out of trouble and away from prying eyes... But he will need to make sure that nothing of their past comes back to haunt them... Nothing a few pills of his can't fix...)

@sugar-soda @thewickedweiner