#so it'd be nice to shake it up a bit :3

[1999hiru]

relating to your recent posts, you should do jock!abby…… whos maybe a little bit of a perv 👀

- 🍒 anon

wow ... you get me so bad cherry anon . genuinely drooling at the thought of this … thank u so much for this prompt and i hope you guys enjoy !!!!!!!!! (ღˇ◡ˇ*)♡ jock! abby can ruin my life <3

also omg ... you guys really came through with the requests and i will get through them all i promise !!! i am so thankful thank u thank u thank u , i am having so much fun ♡♡♡

cw. perv! abby, thoughts of sex mentioned, oral sex

⋆˙⟡ jock! abby who can’t stop thinking about you

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jock! abby who devotes a little too much time to weightlifting instead of prioritizing her piles of lectures to catch up on, packing her bottle of protein shake and her gym bag. she's doing her usual routine when you walk by, a sweet smelling perfume accompanied by the cutest outfit she's ever seen. your hair is pinned up and there's a small towel slung over your shoulder, abby's eyes following your figure as you approach the treadmill.

jock! abby who spends the rest of her time watching you work out. while she should have been doing the rest of her scheduled lifting, she spent it pretending to be busy — observing the way your body moved as you stretched and bent over. she particularly focuses on the plumpness of your ass, staring intently. she thinks about coming up behind you and pressing her crotch against it, grinding and humping like a starved animal, her much larger hand around your throat.

jock! abby who finds herself sweating and incredibly flushed. not because of the physical activity she's doing, but because seeing you is making her unbelievably horny. she wonders how you'd look with your face covered in her spit, or your pretty legs bruised and covered in bite marks. she leaves the gym before she does something stupid, trying to move on with her day.

jock! abby who lies to her friends, saying she prepared well for their upcoming game. she boasts about how she's reached a new benching press achievement of 300, her friends in awe of her progression. they had no idea she spent the weekend rubbing herself until she was sore, thinking about the nicely dressed girl she saw at her local gym. she thought about how good you'd take her strap, her fingers.

jock! abby who wins her game against a nearby university, the entire school cheering her on from the stands as she walks through the field with a smug smile on her lips. she pulls up her jersey to wipe the sweat off her forehead before seeing you, dressed in her school's cheerleader uniform and dancing with the other girls lined up beside you. she stops in her tracks when she realizes. you're the girl. the girl she's been fucking herself non-stop to.

jock! abby who finds you in the girl's change room after the event is over. you're pulling up your jean skirt and brushing your hair when you see her leaning against one of the lockers, a little confused at first, but you figure she's waiting for someone else. why would abby anderson be there for you?

jock! abby who clears up your confusion immediately. "hey, you doin' anything later? i think we should celebrate my game." you stare at her until it clicks. she's asking you out. you give her a sugary smile, grabbing your bag and leaving with her. the walk to her car is quiet, but abby's head is anything but. she thinks about forcing you into the backseat and pulling off your clothes, running her tongue over your nipples while she's three fingers deep into your cunt.

jock! abby who brings you to a drive-in theater. she parks right at the back, inconspicuous, hidden. she listens to you talk about your cheerleading team and when you first started, how you got into it, what you're studying. your voice is as sweet as honey, and abby imagines how much sweeter it'd be if you were moaning it into her neck as she fucked you, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your body.

jock! abby who is obviously... very bothered. she's staring at you like you'll disappear if she blinks, and her cheeks are red. you can see freckles sprinkled from one side of her face to the other. she's gripping the cup of soda she had bought, knuckles turning white. "abby, are you okay? you look a little sick. can i get you something?" you frown. she shakes her head, placing the soda into one of her cup holders. "i'm okay sweetheart, but there is something you can give me."

jock! abby who sees your confused face, and suddenly your mouth is spilling a stream of moans and whimpers. you're biting your bottom lip trying to be quiet, your hands buried in abby's hair. your seat is pushed all the way back, abby squishing herself in between your legs and her mouth attached to your swollen clit. she's licking and biting gently, moaning around your cunt when you tug at her hair. she has two fingers thrusting into your tight wet heat, looking up at you to watch you fall apart. "abby, ah, please... fuck, it's too.." your stomach pools with anxiety, someone could hear you, but abby didn't care. not when she finally had a taste of you. she spits on your cunt before moving to your inner thigh, biting the flesh and licking at it like a dog. she pulls away and presses a wet kiss to your clit, "we're not done yet, baby, so be quiet for me. please?"

[rauspberries]

BIRTHDAY BLUES!

summary: it's spencer's birthday and you promise to make it perfect. unfortunately, fate has other plans. pairing: spencer reid x reader. tags: afab reader, established relationship [kinda, reader n reid r not dating officially], very soft angst, a lot of comfort, reader is having a no-good-very-bad-day, spencer doesn't rly like his birthday :( word count: 1.6k notes: based off of a request from the excuse prompts <3 not as angsty as probably intended but i thought it'd be silly.

You were supposed to be there. You had promised.

Spencer didn’t even like his birthday. The most he celebrated was blowing out the birthday cake that the team got him every year, leaving the celebration behind as soon as his shift ended and he was able to go home. Every year of his life had been filled with some type of challenge, like the bullies when he went to high school at the age of twelve or the fight it had been to try and fit in at the FBI when he was still young.

But you had promised that you’d be there, at his home, to make something good of his birthday. To start his year off correctly, you had said. There had been wonder in your voice as you had spoken about bringing him some silly balloons to breathe in the helium, or how you’d bake his birthday cake yourself from scratch, leaving his mouth water in a “way he’d never be able to replicate.” 

It had actually made him excited. You were his closest friend, his confidante. Of course, your relationship had gotten a bit further than that, unofficially, but he’d always describe you as his friend first, even if every night spent as his apartment was in his bed, wrapped in his arms. It was nice to have someone that even tried to understand his mind, or let him ramble rather than cutting him off as soon as he got into the flow of it. He had taken the day off at your request, spending the day meandering around his apartment and organizing his bookshelves, as if you’d notice. As the hours ticked by, he had let himself get more amped up and excited, busying himself around the house so that everything’d be perfect for the perfect two-person party you had planned for him.

Then seven o’clock had crawled by. Followed by eight o’clock, then nine o’clock. You were now two hours and thirty-six minutes late to the time that you had set. Disappointment and irritation went back-and-forth in his head, an ever-present frown on his face as he paced in front of his couch. He had been stood up before, by girls pretending that they wanted to go on a date with him for a laugh or by so-called friends that found better things to do, however he never would have expected it from you. You seemed so excited. So genuine. He was a profiler, for God’s sake.

At ten o’clock, Spencer runs out of excuses for you and changes out of his nice sweater and pants, sliding on comfortable pajamas instead. At five at minutes past ten o’clock, he’s tucked underneath his duvet, hand curled beneath his cheek as he stares at the wall. Inside his head, he churns through what exactly someone could do in this situation. Proving his age, he decides that the silent treatment is probably best.

It’s twelve minutes past ten o’clock when there’s a knock on his door. Immediately, he knows it’s you. He’s always had some sort of sixth sense that told him when you were near. No hair raising on the back of his neck, no heart thumping harder against his rib cage, just a sense, a feeling. 

Against his better judgement, he pulls himself out of bed. Admittedly, he fakes a sleepy rub of his knuckles against his eyelid, feigning that he had been asleep. He’s always been a bit childish, never able to shake it. It’s the one thing he clings onto as someone who grew up too fast. There’s never been an innocence to him, a hope for a better day a few days later. All he had left was the stubborn need to put his foot down. 

Opening the door, the first thing he sees is the singular balloon in your hand. It floats just a few inches or so above your head, dents in it from the loss of helium over time, the HAPPY BIRTHDAY stamped across the front just slightly withered. For a moment, he allows himself to mentally say some snarky remark about how it clearly encapsulated how he felt. 

That is, until he looks at your face. The mascara that you had (no doubt) put on that morning had started to smear beneath your waterline, your lips stained with cherry-red lipstick that had long dissipated throughout the day. Your eyes were half-lidded as you stared up at him, lips pursed as if you were holding back tears. 

You don’t even give him a chance to speak before you’re rambling, voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Spencer.” Not waiting for him to invite you in, you push past him into his apartment, leaving him to watch you in slight surprise and shut the door slowly. 

Fingers shaking, you curl the ribbon of the balloon around the bottom bar of one of his barstools, tying a knot as you continue babbling. “I spent all day trying to bake your cake, but everything just kept going wrong. I found so many recipes online that had good reviews and said they were perfect for knocking people’s socks off, and I just couldn’t do it. I used the entire bag of flour I bought and all I had was multiple cakes that tasted like concrete powder.”

You’re crying now, letting out pitiful sniffles as he watches you with concerned eyes, his arms crossed over his chest as he studies – profiles – you. “And then I was going to go get you a cake, because it was already five o’clock, and you deserved a cake, even if it wasn’t handmade like I said. So I went and found the best bakery in the area, but they couldn’t make one today, and you didn’t deserve a pre-bought cake. So I called so many other bakeries until I found one.”

“I went and got the cake and it was perfect. Gorgeous piping along the edges, calligraphy in icing on the top, amazingly decorated. But then I dropped it when I was going into the balloon shop. I couldn’t even make a good cake and then I dropped the perfect one. Straight onto the icing.” 

Raising your hands, your fingers push away the tears on your cheeks before squeezing at the roots of your hair. Finally, Spencer concedes in the mental argument he was having with you, stepping forward and gently clasping his hands around your elbow, thumb brushing consoling circles against your bare skin.

It’s like you don’t even notice, sad eyes staring up at him as you continue your story through your hiccups. “So I thought, okay, I’ll go get Spence some balloons. I promised him balloons and he shall get balloons. But then they were out of helium. What party store runs out of helium?” It’s childish, whining about all of the misery that you had gone through that day, sobbing about balloons through your hiccups.

“I got you one balloon. That's all I could get. I thought, whatever. Birthdays don’t just become enjoyable because of the physical things, it’s about the people. I got in my car at six, which means I’d get here early. And then I got a flat tire. I called road assistance, but they couldn’t give me an estimated time that they’d be there. I tried to find a cab, but they all just ignored me and drove away.”

You look pitiful, hiccups interrupting your soft sniffles, tears painting your cheeks. “This wasn’t supposed to happen, I swear. I wanted to be here, with you, and give you the best birthday you could ever ask for. You deserved that. I ruined it.” The last words come out as a whimper, which perfectly matches the kicked-puppy look you’ve been sporting since he had opened his door.

Spencer lets out a soft sigh, using the grip on your elbow to pull you into his chest. Immediately, your arms are wrapping around his waist, cheek leaning against him as you sniffle and whine. One of his large hands rubs up and down your spine as he hushes you softly, leaning his own cheek atop your head after pressing a comforting kiss to your hairline. 

After you’ve finally calmed, he places his hands on your biceps, pulling away to look at you and raising his eyebrows. “Are you feeling better?”

You respond with a wrinkle of your nose, brow still furrowed. “Are you mad at me?”

“I was,” he answers honestly. “We both have phones, you know.”

A long groan leaves your lips, hands raising to cover your face. “It died, Spence! And my charger did, too! Please don’t make me talk about it anymore, I’ll cry again.” Your fingers splay so you can look up at him, a stray bang falling into your eyes.

He grins as he reaches up to brush the hair away, fingertips brushing against your forehead before he’s grabbing your hands, pulling them away. “You don’t need to worry. I forgave you the moment I saw you at my door.” A slight lie, but it’s okay. Anything to take away even a bit of your current stress.

“I wanted you to have a good birthday.” You murmur, face still contorted into a full-blown pout.

The fingers holding your wrists pull your hands to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. “We still have about an hour and a half left.” He reminds you gently, an amused smile still playing on his mouth. “You can even spend the night and we can act like midnight never happened.”

Sighing, you lean into him, exhaustion taking over, the product of your absolutely dreadful day. “Can I borrow some sweatpants and show you some really bad reality TV? I’ll even let you talk about whatever book you’re reading now until I fall asleep. Not like those are correlated.” 

Finally, a smile sprouts on your face. Any objection that Spencer might’ve had evaporates on his tongue as he nods, placing another kiss to your hairline before giving a soft tug to your hand. “C’mon. Let's get you to bed.”

[myth1cs]

Married in Red (Myoui Mina x M!Reader)

Word Count: 2,531

Smut; A new series called "Requital" Prequel: Dead Plate (To be published) Part 2: Eloquent Countenance (To be published) Part 3: Rot in Paradise (To be published) Part 4: Cold Front (To be published)

When you parked in the parking lot you checked your phone once more to reaffirm that you were in the right place.

You were.

Stepping out of the car you fixed your tie, fixed a few loose strings of hair, and put on your gloves. You looked perfect. You walked through the entrance and made your way into the main room.

As you walked in you saw her. You gave her a warm smile and waved "Mina, its been a while." when she saw you her pupils widened and her breath hitched. "H- how did you- I didn't-"

Before she could finish her sentence someone came up and interrupted her.

"You must be Y/N! It's a pleasure to meet you." the man said as he went to shake your hand. "I'm guessing you're the lucky guy. Mina's a nice person, make sure you take care of her."

Mina interrupted "Did you invite him Jookeun?"

"Yes." He responded

"When?"

He focused his attention on her and responded "Back when you were getting tired writing invites and I took over I remembered how you mentioned a coworker from your previous job, so I thought it'd be a nice surprise to invite him. I'm terribly sorry did you not want me to?"

She sighed "No it's fine. You did nothing wrong honey. Thank you. It's nice to see his face again really. Now please excuse me, I- I need to a moment to get myself together." Mina said as she walked away going to a different room. "Sorry about that." He apologized to you. "Oh no I should be the one apologizing." Before he could ask questions you left.

There was no time for idle chit chat you needed to get a layout of the venue before the wedding started. It was rather comfortable a bit fancy but not too much. Seems like even after all these years Mina hasn't changed.

You found yourself in the dining room and found the cake that was made for the wedding. Next to it you saw a few plates, a knife and silverware. "Fancy" you thought before picking it up. You're a guest anyways and it was pretty fancy. Nobody would notice if it went missing anyways.

As you went to open another door you saw that Mina was on the other side laying down on a couch. "What are you doing here Mina?" She bolted up and locked eyes with you. "I should be asking you the same thing."

"Come on aren't you happy to see me. It has been a few years already hasn't it?"

"A few short years." She muttered under her breath.

"That's no way to greet a friend."

"What do you want?"

"Did you not miss me? I missed you ever since-"

"You- you missed me? Y/N you shouldn't be getting so emotional over simply meeting an old coworker."

"But are we really just that? I could've sworn we were something more. Especially after that night."

"Y/N it was just one... one weird night. Please don't tell me you came here looking for a repeat cause it's not happening."

"So, why did you choose Jookeun huh? He's not usually your type, in fact I think he's too innocent considering how you are."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

You put your hand on Mina's cheek and gently rubbed circles on it. "You know what that means, both meanings in fact."

She gave you a dirty look "You're playing with fire right now. Keep it up and I'll ask Jookeun to kick you out of here."

"We both know that's an empty threat."

"What's with your outfit anyways." Mina tried to change the conversation. "You're attending a wedding not a funeral. Do you not know the dress code for a wedding?"

"Should I take it off? I thought I dressed for the occasion."

Mina put her hands on your suit and slowly undressed you. "Wearing an inappropriate attire won't go without repercussions."

She latched her lips onto yours and pulled you closer. You gently took your jacket off and laid it on the floor before you got on top of Mina pinning her beneath you on the couch.

Your hand reached behind her and unzipped her dress and pulled it down. "Still wearing the pink lingerie?"

"It's my favorite one."

"Of course it is." You pressed your lips onto her and pushed open her mouth with your tongue. Your tongue slid into hers. Her warm breath and wetness in her mouth was familiar. You missed it. As you sat on Mina's lap you noticed how warm her core was. "Seems like your body remembers me."

"It remembers you well Y/N and it wants you one more time." It sounded more like a plea to you than a simple comment. Your hand reached down, moving her panties to the side you let one of your fingers inside her aching pussy. A loud clenching sound could be heard as her pussy tightly pressed on your finger.

"Come on Y/N give me your cock." Mina whined. But you weren't going to give her what she wants - not so easily. You shoved your finger deeper into her making Mina cover her mouth as she let out a yelp.

Seeing her get ruined so easily like that night made your cock extremely hard. You missed her body. You unclasped her bra and moved it out of the way. Her breasts were on the smaller side but were still big enough for you to have fun with.

Gently squishing her chat you watched as her breast molded around your hands as you played with them. Mina let out shakey breaths out as you played with he breasts and gently pumped your finger in her pussy.

As you ran your finger down Mina's sides you felt how soft her skin was. It felt better than when you did the first time with her. You licked her nipple which sent a shiver down Mina's spine.

You pinched her nipple which made her let out a loud yelp she couldn't cover her mouth in time. "So noisy, do you want everyone to hear the noises of you cheating on your husband?" Without giving Mina a chance to respond you pushed yourself onto her body and gently kissed her lips before moving onto her chin and slowly trailing down her body.

After kissing her breast you were slowly making your way to her core before a knock came on the door. "Mina the wedding starts in 30 minutes." It was her Jookeun. "Y- yes Jookeun." You weren't worried about the fact that Mina's groom was outside the room and continued to make your way to her pussy.

"Hurry up Y/N." You tapped her panties before you removed yourself from her. "We still have so much time. Why rush?" Mina let out a groan as you continued pressing your hot kisses on her body. After all you were feeling slightly merciful today. Might as well save Jookeun the pain of seeing his wife marked up by another man. Not that it'd matter at the end of the day.

Stopping right before Mina needed it most you pulled yourself away from Mina's body. She opened her eyes and looked at you confused "Y/N what the fuck are you doing?"

"If you want it then you'll have to earn it."

She got up and got on her knees. It's been a while but she still remembers. You pulled your pants down and your cock sprung out. Mina bit the bottom of her lip seeing your cock. She grabbed it and ran it on her face for a while feeling its hardness. Once she had enough she began to suck on your cock. Her tongue twirling around the head while one of her hands fondled your balls.

When she thought she was ready she slowly took your length. You let out a low moan as you felt your cock slowly be covered in her warm wet saliva. She wasn't able to reach the base of your cock.

"Did you get worse Mina? Did all these years of not getting fucked by me make you worse at taking cock?" You mocked her. In an attempt to prove you wrong she pushed your cock deeper into her mouth.

Tears fell down her eyes as she forced herself to take in more of your length. Saliva fell out of the corners of her mouth as her nose hit your pubic hair. Mina worked her tongue on your cock. You shoved deeper in her making your cock touch the back of her throat.

Despite her lack of oxygen she didn't push you away and instead continued working on your hard cock. You felt your cock twitching and quickly started to shove your cock out and back into her throat. The need for pleasure clouded your mind and you released your semen into Mina's mouth.

She drank up your fluid entirely and opened her mouth for you to see. "Please give it to me now."

"I guess you earned it."

Mina got back up and laid on the couch. She spread her legs for you showing you her aching pussy. Slowly you entered her warm tight pussy. Your cock stretched her out as you shoved deeper into her.

Her fluids drenched your cock that was already covered in her saliva making it easier to slip it in further.

"So deep" Mina moaned out.

You wrapped her in a filthy kiss as you continued your thrusts into Mina's pussy. Squelching sounds filled the room and both Mina's and your orgasm drew closer.

With a final thrust your semen covered Mina's walls as her fluids covered your cock. She was panting and was feeling exhausted.

You got yourself up and cleaned up the mess you both made before dressing yourself up. You left the room and locked the door behind you so no one would walk in on Mina laying naked.

You made your way back to the main room where everyone was. "Ah, Jookeun I was looking for you." He looked over at you and waved you over "What's up Y/N, anything I can help you with?"

"There is something you can help me with in fact but we need to be somewhere more... private."

"Of course, we can go to the changing room. Nobody but me and Mina have the key to it."

"Perfect."

As Jookeun led you to the changing room you decided to make chit chat while on the way. "So how did you meet Mina?"

"It's rather embarrassing, I met her when my arm broke after a car crashed into me."

"Is that so? I thought it was inappropriate for doctors to have relationships with their patients."

"Oh no she wasn't my doctor or anything, in fact she's the one who crashed into me. She was a nervous mess but she drove me to the hospital. After that she invited me to coffee and we kinda hit it off."

"That's very... touching."

Both of you arrived at Jookeun's changing room and both of you stepped in. You made sure to lock the door behind you.

"By the way Jookeun did you notice anything off about Mina the night she crashed into you?"

"Well I guess she was acting a bit erratic but I'm sure it was because it was her first time crashing into someone."

"That might be it but I have a feeling there was another reason behind it."

"Care to tell?"

"Not at all."

As those words fell out of your lips you grabbed the knife from the pocket of your jacket and drove the knife into Jookeun's body. He fell to the floor clutching where you stabbed him.

"Don't scream or call for help or you'll scar your vocal chords even worse."

"Wh- why are you-"

"That day, Me and Mina were staying after hours in the restaurant. It was a mistake. A foolish mistake by Mina that caused the accidental burning of the restaurant. And when the police came over and interrogated us do you know what she did?"

He shook his head.

"She blamed it all on me and I went to prison for 10 years over her lies. To my dear Mina who showed no sign of atonement. I wonder if you'll feel the same guilt about marrying him as you did about betraying me."

Jookeun was dead.

You shoved his body in a closet, covered the blood stains, and left the room and locked it when you left. You went over to the fireplace you saw earlier. Nobody was around anymore. You burned your clothes in the fireplace before heading off to find Mina.

Luckily she bumped into your first.

"Y/N can we talk?"

"Can we do this somewhere more private?"

She nodded and led you to the changing room.

As you stepped in she spoke "Cut the bullshit Y/N why are you here?"

"I told you, to congratulate my friend."

"You're lying! I know you're up to something."

"What are you going to do about it? It can't possibly be worse than what you've already done."

"So you are here for that..."

"Fine I'll leave, but first let my give you the gift I made just for you."

"You made me a gift?"

"Yes, go ahead and reach into my jackets pocket for it."

"Fine, but afterwards I'm getting Jookeun to kick you out."

As she reached into your pocket she grabbed the knife handle and pulled it out of your pocket. Her eyes widened as she saw it was a knife covered in blood.

"Th- this is- you didn't-"

"I didn't, you did."

"Wh- what?"

"This is your weapon."

"Is that what you're going to tell? You're insane, why would I-"

"How should I know? I'm merely a witness. Maybe he caught us having sex and you killed him to silence him to save your image."

"Stop it, stop talking!"

"Because you would do anything to save yourself."

"I would never kill someone over something that petty!"

"And I never committed arson."

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I'll kill you!"

As she went to stab your chest you opened the closet and Jookeun's body fell on the floor.

Mina screamed at the top of her lungs. People came rushing into the room and what they saw was Mina standing over Jookeun's dead body. "Get away everyone she's dangerous! I saw her stab Jookeun and then she came after me!" Mina fled the scene wailing pushing people out of the way as she ran.

People rushed over to Jookeun's side and you heard people dialing something on their phones. Probably the police. But you weren't focused on them.

You followed Mina to the parking lot.

"I didn't- I didn't do it!" she screamed as she ran. But she didn't make it far as she fell on her knees.

She looked up at you tears falling down her face ruining her make up. Police sirens could be heard at a distance. You gave her a smirk.

You went up to her - police sirens drawing closer - and you asked her "Mina, do you atone now?"

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Jookeun (죽은) means "Dead" in Korean. Just a nice hint to let you know he was going to die.

[mutable-manifestation]

Ghost Chirps AU Part 3

Part 1 & 2

Around half past midnight, Jason is losing his patience.

They've been searching for hours and finding a whole lot of nothing, and statistics about the odds of finding kidnapping victims and the first 72 hours.

It's been almost 48 since he saw the kid and he's cursing himself for not doing more sooner.

Cameras are finding nothing, Signal is finding nothing, everyone is finding a whole lot of nothing.

And Jason...

Jason chirps.

He doesn't know if it'll help, but it's the only idea he's got. Even if it's a shallow chance. It's all he's got; he has to try.

And if Bruce decides that Jason being meta is the line? Then he'll cope.

He won't refuse to do something just because he's scared when his- when the kid's well being is on the line.

He won't be like Bruce, who'd let his killer walk free rather than do something about it because his feelings were somehow more important when Jason died.

He won't.

The first chirp yields nothing.

He does it again pushing to try and make it as loud as possible.

Again, nothing.

Again, he chirps, something in him certain that if he just keeps going it'll work. Somehow. But he's learned to trust his gut - or weird meta instincts?

And it works.

Because after the third chirp the kid chirps back.

Except.

The kid is not in Gotham.

He is very, very not in Gotham.

He chalks it up to his weird meta-bird instincts that he somehow just knows it came from somewhere hundreds of miles that-a-way.

Kidnapping is looking more likely given just how far the kid got, but now?

Now Jason has a way to find him.

He ignores Oracle asking about mask static in favor of hopping down from the balcony he'd paused on and heading back to the batbike - Bruce's paranoia meant it would have more than enough gas to take him as far as he needed to go and then some.

'And more than enough weapons to level a block, if needed,' he thinks viciously.

"Hood!" Oracle’s sharp voice shakes him from his thoughts.

"Found the kid," he shoots back, hoping to avoid the inevitable questioning.

Mixed exclamations of relief and confusion echoed over the radio.

"How!?" Nightwing cries. "I was literally right next to you! What did I miss!?"

"What are you, deaf?" he grumbles back irritably, uncomfortable. It'd be easier if they were, he thinks. Then he wouldn't have to explain.

"Does this have something to do with the static noise your helmet was producing previously? I had worried it was damaged," Oracle asks.

"Static?" Jason echoes, not slowing a bit - nearly to the bike.

"Oh yeah!" Nightwing says, as though she's making perfect sense.

'Ah,' he thinks, 'A shred of mercy in this vastly cruel existence.'

Aloud, he just says, "Yup. He's not in Gotham anymore, though, and I don't know how far he'll end up going or how long I'll be gone. Anyone who wants to come with can catch up, because I'm leaving now."

15 seconds later he's leaping onto the batbike and peeling out.

***

Jason doesn’t chirp again until he’s nearly to Illinois. 

He wants to. He wants to chirp nonstop the moment he hears that first reply, wants to spend the whole hours-long drive listening to nothing but a litany of chirps that reassure him that his kid is alive alive alive.

He won’t risk it. 

He doesn’t know where, exactly, the kid is. Doesn’t know if his family didn’t hear him because the chirps are only audible to him and the kid or if it was really due to a helmet malfunction covering for him. 

But there is a chance that whoever has the kid can hear his chirps, so Jason won’t risk having him respond more than he absolutely has to in order to find him.

The next time, the kid answers back to the very first chirp, and Jason knows he’s heading in the right direction.

He gets turned around just once, overshooting and heaving to loop back, but he curses himself for it anyway - wasting precious time when the kid is going through who knows what.

Then he’s entering Amity Park: a nice place to live.

A nice place to die, for whoever it was that took his kid.

Several chirps later he’s in front of a school - of all things.

He doesn’t waste time doubting himself - kidnapping victims could be stashed anywhere - he storms in, batbike left idling at the base of the front steps.

Three chirps later he’s slamming through a door into a classroom. Full of kids. Taking a totally normal class - aside, of course, from Jason’s interruption.

One last exchange of chirps later and he finally lays eyes on his little shadow - who has the audacity to also look surprised, as if he wasn’t the one to lead him here in the first place.

Jason takes a moment to feel relieved, adrenaline beginning to crash before it revs back up with his indignation.

What happened to ‘goodbye!’ Who in their right mind would disappear from Gotham and not think that those left behind would assume they were kidnapped!? It’s Gotham!

Oh. Oh the child was in Gotham alone.

The child was in Gotham for a vacation.

Oh the child’s parents didn’t even realize he was gone? He’s worried about them putting him in an iron maiden!?

Jason’s eyes may be green, but oh, how his vision is red.

He barely hears the school’s alarm going off when he finally drives off-grounds, laser focused on following the road to the dot that’s popped up on his helmet just a few streets off, sending a curt thank-you to Oracle for saving him the effort of finding the kid’s address himself - she’s done him the courtesy of leaving everyone muted from his end, but he has little doubt they’ve all been listening to him. He’s only surprised she’s willing to condone the murder.

But then, of course she didn’t, he thinks as he pulls into a decently shadowed alley full of bats and birds. He’s torn between being touched that all of them came and being annoyed that he isn’t already in the process of murdering the kid’s parents. 

“New Brother?” Orphan asks the moment the bike is off, head tilting in question from her dumpster-top perch.

A second, smaller sense of outrage bubbles up next to the first, and it is a testament to his impeccable self-control that his hand only twitches over his gun at the question.

Bruce - Batman - tries to say something, but before he can finish even just the first syllable Jason’s head is snapping around to glare hell at him, and a low, animalistic growl practically rips itself from his throat.

He can see the way everyone tenses - subtle to anyone else, but a glaring neon sign in Jason’s vision. 

He curses himself for it; he asked them to be here. He specifically requested their help, and they gave it. The more of them there are involved, the faster they can help the kid into a safer environment.

But Jason came here to help the kid, not to offer him up as the next sacrifice in Batman’s long line of child soldiers.

“You wanna help? Great. Rule One: YOU,” he points at the bat for emphasis, “can’t adopt him.”

He chokes on whatever he was intending to say next at Orphan’s delighted clap and exclamation of “nephew!”

He wants to correct her, but… he doesn’t. 

Crime Alley is no place to raise a kid; Jason knows that.

He knows it more than anyone, having spent his early years there and his most recent years trying to make it better. He knows that.

But h- the kid is a meta. 

Looking at the facts: the kid is meta.

The kid is meta whose first concern with rule breaking is punishment via torture device.

The kid’s parents are neglectful enough that he spent over a week in Gotham and they never even noticed.

The kid went to Gotham to escape his home.

Whether his parents know that he is a meta or not, it is clear to Jason that the kid needs to be Out Of That House. Yesterday.

But he also knows just how metas are treated - even the MPA can only do so much against the tides of hatred and fear. 

And he’s seen the maps - he knows this state is one of the worse ones for metas to live in, let alone a meta child at the mercy of a foster family that has even odds of neglecting him, being just as bad as his original family, or possibly actually caring about him.

Crime Alley is no place to raise a kid, and Red Hood is far from the right person for such a job.

But Crime Alley isn’t all that Gotham is, and perhaps Jason Todd could very easily decide to get an apartment in a nicer area.

He won’t lie to himself, he knows he isn’t parent material, but he’ll at least be a step up from what the kid is used to while he works to vet a real family to transfer him to. 

He’s halfway through his mental checklist of the options for the safest place for an apartment and other such logistics when he’s reminded of where he is by Oracle’s voice in his ear.

“Hate to interrupt the group brooding you guys have going on over there, but I managed to dig up… a lot of information about the boy and his family situation.”

He notes how the others all perk up from where they’d been…staring at him. 

Ah, that was why it was so quiet. They were staring in disbelief when he didn’t deny the nephew thing. Well. A conversation for another time.

“Lay it on me,” he says to Oracle, ignoring them.

“His name is Daniel James Fenton, goes by Danny, high grades throughout elementary and middle school until they took a steep drop at the beginning of highschool - likely related to whatever happened when his metagene activated. 

Has one sibling, a sister named Jasmine Fenton - no middle name. She goes by Jazz. High grades across the board with no notable dips. No indication of possible metagene in any of  her records or in Danny’s, beyond the grade drop and your own first-hand experience.

Parents Jack and Madeline “Maddie” Fenton. They have their own personal website where they describe themselves as “ectobiologists” and as ghost hunters. The pictures in their gallery show a vast array of weapons - dubbed “ectoweapons” - in the same chrome-green style with the name “Fenton” stamped somewhere on them. Some of the weapons are for sale on their site, advertised for defending oneself against ghosts. There are some pictures of what must be their lab, all of which look to include at least 12 different types of OSHA violation, and the image in their site’s “about” section has the whole family standing in the lab in front of what looks like a vertical Lazarus Pit.”

“What,” Batman says more than asks, voice tense.

“And judging by the staircase seen reflecting off of one of the guns in the picture, it seems that this lab is in their basement - I can’t see why it wouldn’t be, given they were fine with putting an enormous monstrosity of a satellite on top of their building.

There are plenty of cameras in the house itself, but for some reason all I can get from them is static. Any video or audio in the house that they don’t put on their site appears to be unusable for some reason. 

All told, there is plenty of cause to get CPS involved. If their lab safety is even half as bad as it looks and it’s in their basement it’s pretty much a sure thing that the kids’ll be taken from them. 

Given the small-towny nature of the area it’ll be best to contact someone from outside of the community for the case. It’ll move things along significantly if we have somewhere to send them.

They have an aunt, Alicia Walker, but she’s already marked down as a “no” for taking them in in the event something should happen to the Fentons. 

This leaves their godfather: Vlad Masters. An incredibly reclusive billionaire, pursued the same Paranormal Science degree as the Fentons did when they were in college, but suffered an accident that put him in the hospital for two years with an unknown illness that Masters was allowed to name “ecto-acne.” Lost all contact with the Fentons until he invited them to a reunion party last fall and was named godfather three weeks later.

Masters got his wealth through a series of suspicious business deals. No one has been able to prove foul play yet, but just glancing over some of the early papers is already showing plenty of inconsistencies.

No other relatives - the Walker parents passed away some time ago, and while one of the Fentons remains, she’s in a nursing home. And also disowned Jack. And went out of her way to disown both Jazz and Danny as soon as she heard about them.”

“Great. Make Jason Todd a long lost cousin, set CPS on them. Red Hood is here because Danny ran away to Gotham and stuck his nose in crime alley so I tracked him down because I thought he was kidnapped in my territory, the Bats chased down Red Hood thinking he was gonna hurt the boy, CPS is there because your research turned up the potential unsafe living conditions and you overheard that the kid was gone for a week without anyone noticing - which scream neglect. Now we’re cooperating because we’re all annoyed at the parents that let their kid wander all the way to Gotham and convinced him that a torture device was a possible grounding option.”

He turns to Batman. 

“You can claim to have done a DNA search to find the connection, and I’m sure you can find a reason to dismiss Masters as an option. Make sure to have them call Jason as soon as possible. Oracle-”

“Already routing incoming calls through Gotham. Also, both of Masters’ residences have inaccessible cameras similar to what I’m experiencing with the Fentons. He can be dismissed under suspicion of having an OSHA nightmare in his home. I’ll see if he has his own vertical Lazarus Pit while you all work on exfiltrating the niece and nephew.”Jason doesn’t dignify that with a response, hopping back on his bike to follow the new route - this time actually to the Fenton household.

[lostinlovingrevery]

70s Logan smooching and nose snuzzling with reader would be so cute

Nuzzles

70s! Logan Howlett X F! Reader

Logan plans a small surprise for you

A/N: I'm all blushy rn <3 Also trying to get back into the groove of fic writing, being sick threw me off!!

Warnings: Fluff! Nuzzles, kisses, Logan gets a little frisky with you but stops lol, playful relationship turns serious

"What are we doing?"

Logan opened the door of his truck for you, gently taking your hand in his to help you climbed inside. He closed it after you, leaning in through the open window with his arms crossed over the door. He tilted his head looking at you.

"Hm?" You looked at him questioningly. He smiled, leaning forward and giving you a kiss, one that lingered- as if he didn't want to let go.

"You'll see." He says, rapping his hands along the truck door before stepping back, walking around the front of the truck and getting into the drivers seat.

He reached over to the passenger cubby, opening it and pulling out a cigar and a lighter. One of his claws popped out, as he cut the cap of the cigar- making you giggle and shake your head. He smiled, giving you a playful wink before lighting his cigar. He ashed it out his window as he turned the truck on- and pulled out of his parking spot, heading to the destination unknown to you.

You watched as the buildings turned to houses, and the houses turned to trees, colors flashing by, metal melting into nature. Fresh air blowing through your hair, and Led Zeppelin played on the radio.

I'm so glad I'm living and gonna tell the world I am I got me a fine woman and she says that I'm her man One thing that I know for sure gonna give her all the loving Like nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody can

You turned to look at Logan, admiring his handsome face. Sculpted jaw, pretty eyes- which unfortunately were hidden by his sunglasses, and his full head of chestnut curls, slicked back into smaller tuffs.

You took off your seatbelt, sliding across the bench seat into his side. He looked at you, a faint smile growing on his face as he moved to wrap an arm around you. You leaned forward to nuzzle his nose a bit, making him laugh, before you tucked into his side.

"Shouldn't take your seat belt off darling." He says, his tone sounding a bit concerned.

"You're not even wearing yours." You teased as you curled in his side, your head resting on his shoulder.

"Don't need it, you know that."

"Mmm. I'll just hold onto you then if anything happens." You mumble, feeling yourself becoming sleepier from the roadtrip that seemingly was carrying on forever. He chuckled, but you felt him pulling you closer against him, his arm squeezing you tighter.

You closed your eyes, the hum of the truck engine, the rock music playing, and the feeling of Logans breathing against you soothing you into a small catnap.

When you felt the truck turn, you opened your eyes, lifting your head up to see where you were.

It looked like it was a nice park. Large oaks and blooming dogwoods all over. A few couples and families that were walking, hiking, or sitting in the grass, enjoying the sunny weather and spring breeze. You looked up at Logan with a confused smile.

"Where are we?" You asked.

"I thought it'd be nice to get out of the city for a little bit." He says, moving to shut the truck off. "Fresh air."

You looked at him again, and smiled. "Okay." You tilted your head. "This looks nice."

"Mm."

He gave you a knowing smile, before getting out of the truck, and holding his hand up to help you climb over the bench seat and exit the drivers side with him. His hand reached down to hold the hem of your dress down as you climbed out. He shut the door behind you, and grabbed your hand again as you both began walking.

"This is a nice park, I never been here before" You remark, observing the white flowers of the dogwoods, a few softly floating down to the ground, knocked loose from the breeze. He grinned, stopping by a tree, and grabbing one of the blooms. He moved to put the flower gently behind your ear, and you beamed up at him.

"Hey beautiful." His eyes turned soft looking at you, his expression turning to something genuine, then he leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead. "C'mon, over here."

"What?"

You let him lead you through some of the trees, until you spot a blanket spread on the ground, and a large picnic basket filled to the brim with bread, fruit, and drinks. He stopped, glancing at you and waited for your reaction.

You observed the scene, before looking at him. He quirked a brow. You looked at the blanket, and then back at him again. "Logan?"

He smiled. You gasped. "Really?!" You nearly shrieked. You let go of his hand, bouncing over to the picnic basket, before turning to him. "You planned this?!"

"Yeah." He followed you, placing a hand on your hip. "Wanted to do something special for ya baby."

You reached up to cup his face, pulling him down to meet your lips as you kissed him- well, best as you could, your smile was big- and infectious, as Logan's own smile grew as he tried to return your passion.

Your smiley smooches led to multiple pecks on the lips, but never complete kisses. You turned back to the picnic, gushing over how sweet this was for Logan to do this.

A moment of guilt hit him, his smile fading as he watched you settle onto the blanket. Occurring to him he never done something so...Romantic for you before. It felt like bare minimum, but you were as excited as a child on Christmas morning.

"Is this fresh?" You asked lifted a loaf of bread out. He smiled, forcing down the guilt, a silent promise to you that he's going to do better as he goes to join you on the blanket.

"From your favorite bakery. Got those spreads you like too." He informs, reaching into remove the ice packs he left inside to keep the meets and cheese cold.

You did a small squeal of assignment, bringing your hands in and kicking your legs. You reached a grabbed a grape, popping it into your mouth- while Logan took the bread and began slicing it with a knife buried in the basket.

"Not going to use the claws?" You giggle.

"In public sweetheart?" He quirked a brow. You hum and nodded at his point. He grabbed a few slices, smearing the bread with a homemade jam he got from the bakery, and holding it up to your lips. You smiled, happily taking a bite before rolling yours back and moaning.

"Oh my god." You brought your hand to your lips. "That is..."

He chuckled, going to take a bite himself, then nodded appreciatively. "That is something..."

You both continued on your picnic, people-watching, chatting, and feeding each other food. Logan rolled himself by your side, leaning in and giving you small pecks at random.

"Lo." You spoke up after some comfortable silence, he looked at you. "I really appreciate this. This...Really sweet." You smiled at him. "I never had anyone do this for me before."

His expression softened, reaching out to you and cupping your face gently. "You deserve so much more." He says softly. Leaning in, his forehead pressed against yours, he nuzzled his nose over yours, making you smile, repeating the motion against him. He leaned in, pecking your lips in a loud smooch.

You giggled, as you returned the affection, leading to both of you playing a little game of pecking your lips together repeatedly, before he firmly planted his lips against yours, lowering you down on the blanket, as he began kissing you more passionately, his tongue licked into your mouth.

His hand, resting on your hip, slid down to your thigh, slowly flitting underneath the hem of dress, gripping your thigh firmly as he moved upwards.

You giggled, stopping his head, "Slow down there cowboy....We're in public."

He grumbles, removing his hand and replacing it on your hip, his thumb petting the fabric of your dress. "Next time I'll find somewhere more private."

You mirthed at him, pulling him in for another kiss. Parting from him, you opened your eyes and looked up at him. "What...Made you plan all this?"

His gaze changed to something more thoughtful. "Just been thinking about you a lot lately. Realized I wanted to do more for you. I care about you. A lot, baby."

It was strange. Logan exactly wasn't the kind of man to go out of his way to be romantic with you. He was in the way he took you out on dates, usually bars, and he knew the right words to make you smile, and the right ways to touch you to make you squirm. You knew he cared, but how far his feelings went for you, you weren't sure were much farther than physical.

You grew to accept he probably wasn't going to be in it in the long run- as much as you wished it to be the opposite. You were happy though, just to be in his arms even if it was temporary.

This, though. It felt like a step forward. Maybe you misjudged him- maybe he does care a lot more underneath. You always felt like he had a brick wall built to keep you from seeing who he was.

A brick has been removed.

He moved onto his back, his arm sliding around you to pull you into his side. A content sigh escaping him, as your rested your cheek against his chest.

"For the record, I care about you a lot too." You whispered. A heartbeat passed, and he pulled you impossibly closer to him.

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

Simon x Reader!

Title: Coffee dates and a 5 pound note.

Synopsis: Simon and you both have a coffee meetup.

Warnings: Same as the last piece, the entire fic series will be stalking, a little bit of dirty mentions (Simon's got a hardon and I love to talk about it <3), if it's smut I'll mention that!

AN: wait no I fucking love this???? how long do I make this though???

PREV. --- NEXT.

So you both arranged for coffee.

Simon knew your order by heart, he'd learned it a while back. But if he ordered for you it'd blow his cover.

So he waits there with a black coffee, tapping his foot.

*then you show up.*

You're dressed for the season, a sweater, a scarf that makes your eyes pop so nicely, and a black peacoat. You see him and your rosied cheeks redden and you walk to his table.

He extends a hand, "Thought to come early," is all he grumbles out.

You shake his hand and sit down, purse in your lap.

He just stares for a moment, in awe maybe, before taking a sip of his coffee.

"I'm sorry I was a little late. I had to take a cab," you explain, a nervous expression on your face. It's a small smile with a furrowed brow.

He nods, knowing that'd be the case--you don't have a car, he found that out because of John.

"it's 'lright, Dovie," he says, "When we're done I'll drive you 'ome, 'ow 'bout tha'?"

His accent practically melts in your ears, and the petname? You think you went to heaven at *that* second.

"Okay.." is all you mumble out, staring for another moment. "I'm gonna go order, do you want anything?"

He shakes his hand and hands you a five pound note, you raise an eyebrow but he says, "For your order, love."

You smile faintly and take your scarf off, setting your purse down and your coat hangs on the chair. "Thanks, Simon," you say, your voice rushing all his blood to two polarising places.

He watches you go up and order your drink, practically mouthing the words as you speak them, too. When you come back with your cup, he smiles, the sight of those pretty teeth making your head spin.

"What'dya do for work, hm dove?" He asks, knowing the answer because of course he does--he knows *everything* he humanly can about you.

You answer, handing Simon whatever change is left, and he smiles.

"Sounds lovely, hm?"

"What do you do for work?" You ask back, head gently tilted.

"I'm an ex-Lieutenant. I now work at a butcher shop locally," He explains, leaning back in his chair, legs spread.

You nod thoughtfully, head rushing, the space between your thighs suddenly feeling wetter. "So you must be strong, huh?"

He glances down, noticing how you press your thighs together and smirks to himself, nodding. "I'd reckon, yeah. Why, you like strong, birdie?"

You giggle a little at the name and take a sip of your coffee, grinning widely, "I do *enjoy* strong, if I must admit."

He nods slightly, glancing you up and down, "Looks like you enjoy i' a little more than you le' on, 'uh?"

You giggle and nod, "Maybe a *little..*"

[crusty-chronicles]

I..really really love your *ehm*your sandwiched stories*ehm, if it possible can you make another Ging kite and reader threesome? Or continue the series where in the end they turns become loving each other

Smut Week: Day Seven

Sandwiched Between (Part 3)

NSFW: MDI

Warnings: threesome, brief dry humping, brief mutual masturbation, jealousy, possessiveness, marking, voyeurism, oral sex (fem and male receiving), double penetration, safe sex, unsafe sex 👀, creampies, friends with benefits to lovers???, afab reader

Part 1 2

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It'd been a little over a year since that fateful night at the bar. The first of what ended up being many. Somewhere along the line, the three of you agreed to hooking up regularly. There were conditions, of course, mostly due to your insistence.

The first was no sex unless both men were present. Nothing past making out and groping in order to prevent jealousy amongst the duo. You knew they could be petty with each other. The last thing you wanted was for your friendship to end over a fling. 

The second rule was protection. You didn't want any ‘happy accidents’ running around. Especially since one of you already had a kid. (That poor boy didn't know how stupid his father was.)

The third and final was that all of you could drop out at any time to pursue someone else. No strings attached whatsoever. Of course being away on hunter business so often, the three of you didn't really have the chance to seek out anyone else. Not that you want to in the first place. 

Still, the duo both found a way to get around your first rule, much to their delight.

You found yourself flat on your back, legs wrapped tightly around a certain ruins hunter. Moaning sweetly into his neck while he ground into your clothed cunt with fervor. The delicious friction urging you closer and closer to your orgasm. Judging by the almost desperate way he humped into you, he was close too. Pressing sloppy kisses to your throat.

“You and your stupid rules. Think that'll stop me from having you?” He groaned out, hitching your leg higher to press deeper into you.

When you'd questioned him the first time, he justified it with-

“What? It's not penetration so it doesn't count.”

You found yourself sitting face to face with the silver haired hunter a few days later. Thrusting two fingers inside yourself while he fisted his cock. Listening intently as he talked you through it. Sweet words of encouragement escaping his lips.

“You're so gorgeous. Spreading yourself nicely for me. That's it lovely, rub your pretty little clit for me. Just like that. Being so good for me.”

He watched with keen interest as you pleasured yourself. Stroking himself faster to the rhythm of your fingers. A mess of precum coating his palm.

He'd justified himself in a similar way to Ging.

“I’m not touching you, so it doesn't count.”

They were both so needy when it came to you. Though you weren't one to complain. You knew you were the exact same.

The thought distracting you from your task at hand. So with a small shake of your head, you redirected your attention to the box in front of you. Your department had recently been upgraded to a new lab. You were currently in the process of moving all of your equipment there.

You were a bit understaffed, so to speak. Your poor employees doing their best to help you. You'd wanted to finish the move in a week. Realistically, you knew it'd take at least two to assemble the bigger parts. A damn shame.

At least your most recent hire was enthusiastic about it. Offering to take every box you picked up and then some. He was also very talkative. Saying how excited he was to work with you and often joining you on your lunch breaks. 

You'd admit he was pretty helpful. A little clingy, but helpful nonetheless.

You were in the middle of packing another box when a pair of hands covered your eyes. You sensed behind you, immediately recognizing the presence. Figures he'd show up when you were at your busiest. Though you wouldn't deny you were happy to see him.

“Guess who?” His voice rang out. Seems he was in a good mood.

“You're such a child, Ging.” You chastised.

He dropped his hands from your eyes, choosing to grip your waist from behind instead. Lips brushing teasingly over your ear.

“I barely got here and you're already so mean to me.”

You could practically hear the pout in his voice. Feeling him lean on you to peer over your shoulder. Leaving your poor employees to stare in shock at the touchiness of the stranger who just walked in.

“Are you busy right now?” He questioned.

You moved out of his grasp to continue packing up your box.

“You've got eyes don't you?” You responded.

“Yeah but can't you take a break?”

You turned around with a deadpan stare. He lifted his hands up in mock surrender. You gave a roll of your eyes before taping up the box you were working on.

“I’m trying to get this finished by the end of the week. You can either wait till I get out or make yourself useful.” 

You could see him weighing the options in his head. 

“Fine…What do you want me to do?”

You handed him the box with an overly sweet smile.

“You can start by carrying the bigger boxes to the truck.”

He gave a groan of protest before making his way towards one of the trucks. A part of you enjoyed putting him to work. Having him lift up what was too heavy for your non-nen user workers. You couldn't help but laugh as he huffed and puffed the entire time. 

A small glare directed your way after he lugged away what must've been the fifth telescope today.

“How much shit do you have?”

“It's an observatory. We're barely getting started, sweetheart.” Your voice sickly sweet as you pinched his cheek.

“You've gotta be kidding me.”

He looked back over towards the boxes starting to pile up. Your workers more focused on packing now that there was an extra set of hands to pick up the slack. Perhaps he should have waited for you after all.

“At least Kite's on his way,” he mumbled, though you caught it anyway.

“You sure he's on his way? How do you know?”

“We planned it.” He flashed you a smug grin, picking up yet another box.

“You two are colluding without me? No fair!” You whined, trailing behind him.

“Well we wanted to surprise you.”

The look in his eye darkening. Leaning closer to you until your breath mingled with his.

“Can't wait to have you properly tonight.”

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It was noted how well you worked with each other. Putting away twice as many boxes by yourselves than with your ten employees. All while the two of you argued with each other. Despite that, you were both on task. Your workers very much thankful for the extra hand. All except one who eyed Ging with scrutiny. 

He tried to one up the ruins hunter. Offering to take up every box you touched. But he was always a second too late. He tried getting your attention another way. Asking you where you wanted the equipment placed. And when you put your hand on top of his to correct him, he thought he had you.

Until that scruffy bastard went and called you away again.

It had your newest employee frustrated. It should be him helping you. Not this dude who sauntered in like nothing. The final straw was when you had your lunch break.

It was always the two of you eating together. Now there was an unwelcome third party. Being way too physical and touchy with you. But you didn't seem to mind it. Giving your full attention to Ging once again.

“My labor’s not free. I demand food.” He complained.

“Here big baby. You can have a piece.” You laughed out, feeding him with your fork. 

And just when he was about to keel over with dread, another man walked in. One who had your eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Looks like you've had a hectic day.” He greeted, noting the disarray of your lab.

You rushed over to meet him halfway. Hugging him tightly and burying your face in his neck. Kite returned your embrace immediately.

“How are you doing? I haven't seen you in a while.”

Before you could answer, Ging's voice rang out.

“It's a trap! They're gonna work you like a slave! Run while you still can!”

You turned and gave a sharp glare.

“Now don't you go spoiling my plans!!!”

“And I thought you were happy to see me.” Kite teased.

You flashed him an innocent smile.

“Oh unbelievably happy.” You said before addressing the rest of your workers.

“Ain't that right?”

“Yes Boss!!!” They cheered.

“See? Now help with packing.”

With your break over, you set both men to work. Unaware of the way your new hire eyed you with desperation. Yet your friends had caught on almost immediately. Between the glares and the way he subtly tried to trip them up, it was obvious he had a crush on you. 

He was following you around like a lost puppy. Looking at you like you were a piece of meat. For some reason, it annoyed Ging. Then there was the fact he scowled at him every time he got near you. Okay. This guy wanted to play? He'd play, and he'd damn sure win.

A similar resolve in the silver haired hunter. It's not like he didn't want you to date. He'd never stop you from being happy. But this guy simply didn't meet his standards. He was annoying and hostile. And Kite tried, he really tried to be cordial. Offering his hand up for a shake and ultimately being ignored. 

You were still their friend at the end of the day. He only wanted what was best for you. Though he couldn't deny there was an unpleasant churn in his stomach seeing this other guy hanging off you. A spark of possessiveness when he touched you. 

No he didn't approve of you pursuing a relationship with this man.

Neither of them did.

So they made it their mission to get under this new guy's skin. 

Ging gave your ass a slap as he walked by. You jumped at the contact, turning around with a small glare.

“Not in public, idiot!” You scolded.

“I’m just appreciating the view. Not my fault you've got a nice ass.” He justified.

You were gonna kill him. The absolute nerve of this man. You decided to let it go. However, it wasn't the end of both men's brazen display of affection.

You were in the middle of picking up a box when you felt arms wrap around you. You recognized the body pressing into you as Kite’s. He left a kiss against your neck. Your body heating up at the contact. His lips ghosting over your ear before he spoke.

“You need any help?” 

They would be the death of you. 

“I need you both to keep your hands to yourself. We're working.”

The grip on your waist tightened at the lips on your neck became more persistent. A cheeky grin on Ging's face as he watched the two of you.

“Who says we can't have fun at work?”

It took everything in you to regain your composure.

“Behave or we won't be having any fun at all.”

No strings attached, yet both men were undoubtedly soft on you. Vying for your attention whenever they had the chance. And they would not be losing it because one of your coworkers had a crush on you.

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Kite watched through lidded eyes as Ging manhandled you on his cock. Keeping a firm grip on your legs to keep them spread. The sound of slick filling the air with each thrust into your gushing cunt. Your underwear moved haphazardly to the side.

Seems he made good on his promise to put on a show. 

He stroked himself to the pace of Ging's thrust. Thumbing the head of his cock as eager hands groped your breasts. So very pretty for him. A small part of him wishing the layer of protection wasn't there.

Your moans getting louder with the way Ging lifted you up and down. He could tell you were getting close. The way you writhed against the ruins hunter’s grip a telltale sign. 

Your pussy fluttered helplessly around his cock. Feeling him start to throb inside you. He released one of your legs to grab at your neck. Keeping you still to suck hickeys against your throat.

“So tight. You getting turned on from him watching us?” He directed your head to meet Kite's gaze.

The knot in your stomach tightening at the sight of him focused on your stuffed cunt. Pre leaking down onto the bed sheets.

“Why don't you cum on my cock and give him a real show?” He teased.

You could feel yourself teetering on the edge. Knot wound impossibly tight in your stomach. Your eyes meeting Kite's one last time before he spoke.

“Go on lovely. Make a mess on him.”

Your vision blanking out as you came. Cunt spasming tightly around Ging as he rutted inside you. Pulling your hips flush against his, his cock buried to the hilt. His cum thankfully contained in the condom he wore.

You hadn't even been home five minutes before their hands were on you. Unaware of what caused their sudden neediness. That guy offered to walk you home. Dismissing the two men next to you in the hopes of getting you alone. Maybe they should've let him. Let him see how much of a cock hungry whore you were for your best friends.

You leaned forward after you finished riding out your high. Getting on all fours and crawling towards Kite. A small pout on your face seeing his still red and leaky member.

“Wanna suck your cock.” You whined.

It didn't matter how many times he'd seen you like this. The sight of you on your knees would always fluster Kite. Staring up with hazy eyes as you practically pawed at his thighs. His face flushing a bright red when you finally took the head of his cock in your mouth.

He cupped your cheeks as you took him in deeper. Bobbing your head obediently at the feeling of his pre coating your taste buds. You swirled your tongue around the tip before releasing him.

“Taste so sweet.” You cooed.

You took him into your mouth once more, and he was sure he wouldn't last with the way swallowed him whole. Feebly thrusting into your mouth at the sight. So pretty for him.

You gave a small jump feeling something warm envelope your cunt. Rough hands gripping at your hips to pull you closer. Ging's boldness would never cease to surprise you. Eating you out from behind while you sucked Kite’s cock. Slurping up your previous release and aiming to give you another one.

You ground back on his tongue, pulling at Kite's thighs to take him in deeper. You could feel drool escape the side of your lips. Moaning sweetly when he reached down to swipe it away.

“Just a little more. I'm almost there, sweetheart.” 

His was twitching in your mouth, bucking a little harder down your throat. The tongue prodding at your hole had your legs shaking. White hot pleasure tightening in your stomach once more. You could hear a murmur of, “Being so good. Cum on my tongue for me.”

You took Kite all the way down your throat once more. Choking on his cock as the knot finally snapped in his stomach. He let out a groan at the feeling of you swallowing his release. Warm cum sliding down your throat and filling your mouth. Your own climax hitting you as Ging attached himself to your clit. 

The added stimulation making your knees buckle underneath you. With one last lick up your cunt, he pulled away. You released Kite’s cock with a ‘pop,’ collapsing on the bed. You needed a minute to catch your breath. Your poor cunt spasming around nothing.

Your head fuzzy from your climax. Unable to hear the way your phone had been ringing. Not noticing how Kite reached over to see who was calling. It was him. He turned the screen over to show Ging. An annoyed look crossing his face before it was replaced by a mischievous one.

“Let's ruin them for any other man.” He suggested.

“What did you have in mind?” Kite questioned.

He leaned over so you wouldn't hear. Not like you could with your head in the clouds. A dark flush spreading across the silver haired hunter’s face. He gave a small nod at the idea.

Ging grabbed the box of condoms on the nightstand. Three left. He tossed one over to Kite and kept one for himself. You looked up at them through lust hazed eyes. The fog in your mind at last clearing.

“This way, pretty.” Ging encouraged, gently grabbing your chin to direct your gaze towards his. 

You took note of his cooing tone. Something he only did when he was plotting. Judging by Kite's bashful expression, he was in on it.

“How would you feel about having the both of us inside?” 

Your face scrunched in confusion.

“We've already-” But you were quickly cut off by Kite.

“No. Both of us right here.” His hand reaching down between your legs, fingers skimming your entrance.

Oh. They wanted to…

“You're gonna break me.” You said, finally sitting up.

“Promise we'll be gentle,” Kite pleaded. 

Lips pressed themselves to your neck. The soft sensation causing shivers down your spine. Need once again coursing through you. 

“C'mon, have we ever steered you wrong before?” Ging questioned, hands starting to wonder on your skin.

You didn't have any regrets since you started this arrangement. Trusting in both men when it came to your body. They always made you feel good. But this was a little different. You doubted you'd be able to stretch that much. You already had trouble fitting just one of them inside. You'd surely die trying to fit both.

“But you two are big. It'll hurt.” You argued.

Yet the soft touches only continued. The lips on your neck starting to suckle at your skin. They were doing their best to convince you. And it was working. 

“If it's too much, we'll stop and just do something else.” Ging reassured.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. 

“Okay. Who goes where.” Your resolve crumbling at last.

“I'll go in first. Then I'll hold you up and-”

“Why can't Kite carry me? He's more gentle with my body.” You protested.

He leaves less bruises. Not only that but he fucked you slower. You'd feel a little better if he was the one controlling the pace. 

Ging mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that?” You questioned. His face burning a bright red before repeating himself.

“If Kite carries you, I won't be able to reach.”

You did your best to stifle a laugh. The ruins hunter sending you a small glare. 

“Not his fault he's so short,” Kite teased, only further flustering him.

“Hey!”

You gave a playful role of your eyes, leaning forward to place a smooch on his cheek.

“You big baby.”

He returned your affections. Kissing you in the hopes the red in his face would die down. He pressed a hand against your shoulder, guiding you to lie on your back. You complied. Spreading yourself so nicely for him. A mess of slick between your legs.

“It's like regular sex. Okay? Just relax.”

He rubbed the tip of his cock against your entrance. You arched slightly at the feeling, still sensitive from your previous orgasms. He noticed. Cheekily skimming over your clit until you let out a soft moan. He began to push into you slowly.

You threw your head back at the stretch, already feeling so full. You caught sight of Kite. Who'd gotten impossibly hard seeing your warmth engulf Ging’s cock without resistance. Perhaps you'd be able to fit both of them inside after all.

He gave a few shallow thrusts. Savoring your tight heat around him. When he was satisfied, he secured his hands under your thighs. Pulling you up towards him and then off the bed. The shift in directions making you cling onto him.

“I've got you,” he reassured.

He held you with ease. It shouldn't have been a surprise seeing how he hauled those boxes like they were nothing. Still, you were impressed by his strength. Leaning further into him. Your head being turned to the side to meet eager lips. Tongue meeting yours in a feverish dance. 

You separated from the silver haired hunter, feeling him rub little circles into your hips.

“You ready for me, lovely?” He asked. 

“Mhm.” You gave a hum of approval.

“Just say the word and we'll stop.”

You felt the head of his cock prod at your stuffed cunt. Arching your body to make more space. You took a deep breath feeling his tip catch on your fluttering hole. Slick leaking down at the idea of fitting both of them. There was a sharp pinch, and then he was inching his way inside. Forcing your tight cunt open.

Both men releasing noises of pleasure as Kite pushed in. Such a snug fit. The way your tight heat eagerly accepted another cock inside. Sucking the both of them in with ease. Panting heavily when Kite had fully bottomed out. 

You could see your vision blanking out. Your poor cunt stretching to its limit and beyond taking both of them. It's too much. You think you're gonna faint at the pressure pushing against your stomach. So completely full, you had no idea how they were supposed to move inside you.

“Too much!” You cried out. Your nails digging harshly into Ging’s shoulders.

He gave a light hiss, leaning his head down to suck hickeys into your collarbone. Your head was once again redirected towards Kite. Letting him pull you in another kiss. Both men doing their best to distract you from your discomfort. At the same time, they were trying to prevent themselves from fucking into you. 

You shifted, accidentally grinding down on them. Pushing them further inside you and grazing your soft spot. A jolt of pleasure running through you.

“Hah! Gonna break me! Fuck!” You whined.

“Yeah?” Ging cooed, separating briefly to tease you before attaching himself to one of your breasts.

You writhed in his grasp, pulling him closer.

“Being so good stretching for our cocks.” Kite praised. Arms wrapped tightly around your waist while he worked on marking up your neck.

You spared a glance down. Heat burning through you seeing the two of them stuffed inside. A slight bulge in your stomach that had you keening. You were in for it tonight. 

“You can move,” you said shakily.

As soon as the words left your lips, hips snapped into yours. Already starting up a brutal pace. Groans of pleasure sounding in your ears at the delicious friction. You were never left empty. When one would pull out, the other would push in. Catching each other at the last second to stretch you wide once more.

It was dizzying. Sinful squelching echoing throughout the room. A mess of your own arousal and precum splattering between the three of you. The battering of your cervix making you see stars.

You could do nothing but hold on for dear life as they pounded into you. Head lulling back at the unrelenting stretch of your pussy. Trapped helplessly between the two of them. Yet you felt so secure in their grasps. Holding on to you so tight, you were sure you wouldn't fall. 

Ging leaned his forehead against yours. Stealing a kiss before moaning against your lips.

“So fucking tight!”

 He was sure you were strangling him with your pussy. Feeling you clench that much tighter around the two of them. Your gooey walls beckoning him deeper. 

Kite had rested his head on your shoulder. Panting sweetly into your neck at another flutter of your cunt.

“Feel so good.”

He was fortunate enough to fuck you without condoms. But this was different. So much better now that the two of them were sharing you completely. Filling you to the absolute brim. He was so unbelievably whipped for you. Grabbing at your hips to bounce you relentlessly on their cocks.

Your coworker would never get to see you like this. Not over his dead body.

Your release was building up fast. Every thrust against your g-spot, every filthy grind of hips, all of it had your body reeling. So much pressure building up in your abdomen. Crying out when fingers found their way to your clit.

“Gonna cum!” You squealed.

Cunt pulsing around them, starting to flutter. Yet their pace remained ruthless. Speeding up in an attempt to get you there.

“We got you. It's okay, love.” Kite encouraged. His own cock throbbing inside you, desperate for release.

“Cum for us, pretty.” Ging cooed, sucking a dark hickey at the top of your chest. He could feel himself getting close. Gripping your thighs harder to keep you steady.

You don't know when it happened. One minute you were getting your brains fucked out, and the next you were cumming hard. Spasming tightly around the duo. And when they continued to fuck you through it, a rush a wetness left you. 

“Made you squirt, huh?” Ging teased.

You whined pathetically into his neck, becoming overstimulated. 

“Oh fuck!” Kite cried out. Hearing they'd made you come so undone that you'd squirted sent him over the edge. Bucking feebly into you before stilling. Your gooey insides saved from being splattered in white.

Gong followed close behind. Pulling your body flush against his before releasing into the flimsy condom. Holding you tightly against him as his high washed over him.

The three of you stayed that way. Both men holding you up while you caught your breath. You should have called it a night. Agreed to go to sleep and then get back to work tomorrow. Instead you'd said-

“Wanna go another round?”

You still wanted more. Addicted to this new fullness. You were met with an amused huff and a choked sound of surprise. You could feel them pull out. Setting you down on the floor. At the sight of your wobbling legs, Kite moved to help you stand.

“Are you sure?” He questioned.

“I'm sure,” You reaffirmed.

He looked over at Ging who'd made his way towards the nightstand. Inspecting the box of condoms with a frown.

“Fuck. We’ve only got one left.” He informed.

He expected you to make him wear one and tell Kite to pull out. Something that while he understood, felt incredibly unfair. Seems you were just full of surprises today.

“It's all right. I'm on birth control anyways. Wanna feel both of you.”

They stared at you in shock. You were really gonna break one of your rules. Arguably the most important one at that. And you weren't telling them to pull out. 

“You said… It goes against…” Kite started, but once again you reassured him.

“It's fine. It'll just be for tonight…Unless.” You wiggled your eyebrows playfully.

“Well if you insist~” Ging intervened. He met Kite's gaze and gestured to the bed.

“Go lie down.”

In any other circumstance, the silver haired hunter would have argued with him. But he trusted Ging when it came to you. Anything for your pleasure. So he did as he asked, laying down with his eyes trained on you. His cock already stiffening up.

“And you. Go sit on his cock, okay?” Ging instructed.

You made your way over to Kite. Straddling his lap and rubbing his cock between your folds. The sticky concoction between your legs giving out a squelch. You lined yourself above him and sank down. Both of you releasing noises of pleasure as you were filled once again.

You lifted yourself up and down. Slowly riding him. He stared up at you with lidded eyes. Hands reaching up to stabilize you. You grabbed one hand and guided it to your breasts. Encouraging him to grab at the pliable flesh. He could feel all of you now. So wet from your previous release. So very warm. If he wasn't careful, he would cum on the spot.

You weren't expecting Ging to saddle in behind you. Arching your back forward and inching his way inside. Letting out little gasps until he was sheathed all the way in. Your poor cunt stretching to its outmost limits.

“You're gonna break me.” You whined.

“Took it once before. You can take it again.” He rebuttaled. 

You twitched around them. It felt like you were trying to milk their cocks. Arousal leaking down and coating where you were connected. He gave a small thrust forward, hearing you let out a choked moan.

“There we fucking go.” 

At your cry, Kite gave a roll of his hips. You ground back on him, effectively sucking both of them deeper. 

“Doing such a good job. You can bite and scratch at me if it's too much.” He offered.

You sucked a hickey on his throat as both men began to fuck into you. You couldn't help but sink your nails into him. Desperate to find purchase as your body was throttled forward.

The sinful sound of slick once again filling the air. You don't think you've ever been this wet before. Made this much of a mess. There were stars in your eyes with each ram into your pussy.

You gave a yelp a Ging spanked you. The stinging sensation melting into pleasure as he soothed the flesh after. Trying to back into his cock. He leaned forward, pressing you onto Kite. Whispering absolute filth into your ears.

“Who knew you’d enjoy two cocks this much? Breaking your favorite rule just to get more of us. You came so hard earlier. Wanna feel it again?”

You clenched down at his words. Your body feeling like it was on fire. Saying things you know would only lead to trouble later. But you didn't care.

“Fill me up. Want it.”

The arms around your waist tightened. Pulling you closer to the man beneath you as he angled you to thrust in faster. Burying his face in your neck and mumbling reassurances.

“Anything for you. I'll give you it. Gonna make sure there's no more room inside.”

You were pressed firmly between the two of them. The weight oh so comforting. So good it felt like the air was being knocked from your lungs. Sweat sticking to your bodies as you tried to match their thrusts. 

“Want it so bad!” You cried again.

The knot in your stomach impossibly tight. So tight it almost hurt. Your cunt molding to the shape of their cocks. Making space to eagerly take them in over and over again. 

You bit into Kite’s neck as your climax hit you. Body shaking in a toe-curling orgasm. Feeling the two of them stutter in their pace while you rode out your high.

“Thaaaat's it.” Ging groaned out. Pushing himself the furthest he could inside while clutching you close. Ropes of his sticky cum filling you. 

Kite wasn't too far behind. Giving a few more thrusts before releasing inside you. His hips twitching up with each splatter of white. 

You felt warmth flood your cunt. The sensation making you moan softly. If you thought you felt full before, it was nothing compared to now. You were sure your stomach was bulging. 

Ging recovered from his high. Sitting up and pulling you with him. His face pressed contently into your neck. Who’d become ten times as needy now that his cum had settled in your womb. Wanting to do it again and again.

You glanced down at Kite. He was breathing heavily. Face such a bright red, you thought the weight of both you and Ging had been suffocating him.

“Kite, are you okay?” You asked.

The man underneath you clearly hyperventilating. He'd cum inside you. You let him cum inside you. Stirring up your guts along with his best friend and creating a cocktail of cum inside you. He spared a look down.

A mistake.

The obscene way cum dribbled out from the sides of your stuffed cunt greeted him. The sticky concoction pooling on the sheets below. It sent his mind in a frenzy. He needed you so bad. Blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

“Let me love you. Promise I'll treat you so right. Just give me a chance.” He never knew he could sound this pathetic.

You looked down at him with a flustered expression. You could tell he meant it as he waited for your response. Your eyes softened, finding his confession sweet. But before you could give it some proper thought, Ging spoke up from behind you.

“No fair!” He complained.

He pulled you closer to himself. A possessive grip on your waist.

“You can't just keep them for yourself!” 

They weren't really about to fight over you, were they? 

“Back off!” Kite warned, glaring daggers and the ruins hunter.

“Make me!” He taunted.

They were both idiots.

“Both of you stop!” You scolded.

They avoided their gaze at your angry tone.

“If you want me to consider dating either of you, you two need to get along. Figure out a compromise or drop it.”

There goes no strings attached.

Both men shared a look over your shoulder. Seeming to have some sort of silent conversation. The tension between them disappeared.

“We can both date you. The only thing that changes are your stupid rules.” Ging suggested after a while.

“It means we'd get to have you whenever we wanted,” Kite agreed.

“Nobody else is allowed to have you.” Ging continued.

“Of course protection is still up to you.” Kite finished.

You took a moment to mull over their words. It was tempting. And if they were truly okay with this, then you supposed you could give it a try. 

“I mean…I guess things would be easier. But I expect proper dates. Not just hooking up.” 

They both beamed at you.

“Done.”

“Fine with me.”

You had no idea what you were getting in to. Letting Ging turn your head to the side to kiss you. Tongue swirling with yours before you were pulled down by Kite. His lips pressing softly into yours. Giving a light nip as he pulled away.

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The next morning, there was a rapid knocking to your door. The ruins hunter getting up and making his way over. Preparing to tell whoever the hell it was to go away. He passed by the restroom.

He could hear you and Kite going at it in the shower. The rushing water doing little to hide your moans. It's fine. He'd get you before he left. Maybe visit you a little more frequently too. Now that you were his, there was nothing holding him back.

He opened the door and scowled when he saw who was on the other side. It was your coworker. The one who was clearly attracted to you. It seems the feeling of hatred was mutual.

“You? Where's Y/n?” He complained, trying to look over Ging’s shoulder for you.

“They’re preoccupied. What do want?” He didn't bother hiding the venom in his tone. The sooner this guy left, the sooner your morning could continue on as usual. He didn't want him butting in.

“Well, they left this yesterday. I'm here to return it.” He presented your watch.

When Ging went to reach for it, he quickly moved it out of his grasp. Clutching it close to himself with a glare.

“To Y/n.” He said, putting extra emphasis on your name.

Ging was ready to cuss him out when he felt Kite’s presence behind him. 

“Who was it?” He questioned before looking over the ruins hunter's shoulder. A grimace crossing his features when he saw who it was.

“Oh.”

The guy looked like he was seconds away from throwing a hissy fit. Visibly frustrated to see yet another person here instead of you.

Just what was going on!?!?

“You too? Did you guys do something to them?” He accused.

“You could say that.” Kite mumbled.

It was then he took in the state of the two men before him. They were completely disheveled. The scruffy looking guy only wearing a pair of sweats, and the other with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Ging’s back was covered in red welts, no thanks to your nails raking down. A hickey or two sucked onto his collar bone. Kite was in a similar condition. Save for a few fresh dark marks on his throat. His hair lightly mussed from ‘previous activities.’

Wondering what was taking so long, you made your appearance at last. You looked between the three of them with a confused expression before you saw your watch.

“Hey. Oh, I was looking for that. Thank you,” you greeted. Nudging your way between your friends to grab your watch.

“I-uh-” your coworker did his best to formulate a sentence, but completely failed at the sight of you. Flushing a dark red and ultimately accepting he was too late.

You practically looked like a leopard with all the dark splotches on your neck. Purple and red from your pulse to right above your breast.(Which were haphazardly covered by your bra) Then there was the bruising on your hips. Scattered handprints littering the exposed skin.

“What was that?” You prompted.

But all he could do was look away. Mumbling a ‘N-nothing,' before turning to leave. Smug smirks on the duo’s faces as the door finally closed. You made your way to the kitchen with both trailing behind you.

“He had a crush on you, you know?” Ging informed.

“He did?” Your expression morphing into one of surprise.

You supposed it made sense in retrospect. He was a little too clingy. Then there was the fact he seemed agitated you weren't paying attention to him yesterday.

“Yeah. We had to teach him a lesson.” Kite added.

Wait….Was that why they were so needy? Why they were all of a sudden interested in a relationship? They were jealous.

“He shouldn't touch what doesn't belong to him.”

You gave a roll of your eyes.

“You two are so immature.”

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An: This has gotta be the most down bad thing I've ever written 😭😭😭 (NO ONE LOOK AT ME 🫣🫣🫣

[selineram3421]

*is tired*

Courting Pursuit

Part 3

Part 2

Alastor X Deer Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ mule deer reader, gender neutral (gn) reader, assuming Alastor is a marsh deer, Spanish translated, cussing, blood, Valentino's dialogue is pink italics in quotation marks, mentions of aphrodisiac(drug), italics= thoughts ⚠

"Where's Gentle Giant?", Angel asked looking around for the tall deer.

"They have a name you know.", Vaggie sighed.

You were not seen at all today by the others and caused some slight worry among some of the group. Of course, Alastor could care less.

"I know but really, where are they? I didn't see 'em this morning."

Husk turned to look at the spider demon with a raised brow.

"They wake up at five in the morning to start breakfast early. You've been wakin' up early?", the cat demon asked.

Angel raised his arms up. "How could I not!? Have you seen them make breakfast? That's a whole meal on its own! Shaking their ass around to the music they put on, half buttoned up shirt, and those leggings.", he crosses his arms. "I didn't get to see shit today! Kitchen was empty!"

"I didn't get my bugs today!", Niffty piped in. "They usually give me bugs that they find in the kitchen after cooking."

The group continued to wonder where you had gone until Charlie came into the lobby with Sir Pentious.

"Oh, I gave them an errand.", the Princess said.

"WHY!?", the arachnid cried out.

"Shut up Angel.", the white haired woman sighed.

"They said they wanted to do something outside, so I offered them to pick up something from a shop. It's not that far.", Charlie reassured.

"Charlie.", the porn star dead panned.

"Yes?", the Princess smiled.

"How long have they been in Hell? I mean out there, not in the hotel."

"Less than a day..."

Everyone is quiet before rushing out of the hotel.

"Damn it Charlie! They might die!", Angel shouts.

"I didn't think it'd be that bad! Oh no no no no no-!", she apologizes as they all run down the road into the city.

Alastor just sighs and follows calmly behind the group.

What a way to start the day..

.

You were getting groceries for the Princess.

She said that most of the food was gone and with the help of Vaggie, you got a list of the things you needed to get.

At the store, you were a bit confused but you met a nice older woman that helped you learn what the aisle signs said.

"Muchas gracias." (Thank you very much.)

"De nada!", the woman waved her hand. (You're welcome!) "Qué demonio tan atractivo eres." (What an attractive demon you are.)

After paying and carrying all the bags, you made your way through the city and tried to go back to the hotel quickly.

But a tall bug stands in your way once you make it to the entertainment district.

"Ah~ The deer that appeared on the screens.", the tall moth demon smiled wide and approached you. "Valentino is my name and I want you to work for me. A face like yours is well liked among the sinners.", he said and reached out to hold your face.

"No quiero lo que me ofreces.", you quickly moved your head away. (I don't want what you are offering.)

"Ah, pero imagina todo el dinero que ganarás~" (Ah, but imagine all the money you'd be making~), he continued. "Todas las delicias pecaminosas que podrás darte.", his eyes glowed as he circled you like a snake, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. (All the sinful delights you'll get to indulge in.)

You grabbed the moth's face roughly and brought him down to eye level with you.

"I said. I don't want it.", you glared, shoving him away after feeling the groceries shift in your hold. "Adiós. Espero no volver a verte." (Farewell. I hope to never see you again.)

"¿¡Quién te crees que eres!? ¡No puedes darme la espalda!", Valentino hissed out and pulled you back by your arm, making you drop the bag. (Who do you think you are!? You don't get to turn away from me!)

Some of the groceries spilled out onto the street, now no longer edible as blood and grime soiled it.

The moth continued to yell and shout vulgar words, but you just frowned at the loss of food.

"Are you even listening!?", the tall demon shouted in your ear as he tightened his grip on your arm.

"No.", you said and looked at him with a dead stare.

It was the tipping point for him, his anger boiled over and he went to strike you with his hand.

Quickly, you lowered and tilted your head down just a bit before lunging forward. Your antlers stabbed into his chest and blood sprayed onto the top of your head and shoulders.

"¡Pedazo de mierda!", he shouted and grabbed your antlers, slamming you back into a brick wall. (You piece of shit!)

You felt your back sting with pain as he held you in place to remove your antlers from his chest. He managed to kick your stomach, knocking the air out of you. You tried to hit back but he moved out the way.

The moth demon sprayed some pink liquid on you before escaping.

It got in your eyes, making you close them as it felt like burning. The smell was sweet but strong, like a syrup that was too sweet. To the point that it made you feel sick.

After cleaning off the liquid, you salvaged what you could and continued your way back to the hotel.

.

"Where are they!?", Angel cried out.

The hazbin group returned from their search and met up in the lobby. Sir Pentious was still out with his egg minions.

"I didn't see them anywhere! I went to the grocery stores, checked alleys, and bars! Do you know how many bars there are in Hell!?"

"At least we didn't find a body, so we know they are still alive somewhere.", Vaggie muttered.

"Perhaps they've been eaten!", Alastor smiled cheerfully.

The group looked at him in horror.

Niffty not so much, but she was still upset about not getting bugs.

"That's not-", Charlie started.

"WHAT IF THEY WERE EATEN!?", the spider screeched.

"DAMN IT ANGEL, THEY WEREN'T EATEN!", the white haired woman yelled back.

"BUT WHAT IF THEY WERE!?", Niftty jumped into the conversation, smiling.

"You ain't helping Nift.", Husk grumbled.

"I swear to Satan-!"

"Calm down!"

The others stopped screeching at each other when hearing the entrance door open, all turning their heads to find the mule deer dragging their feet as they walked into the hotel.

Covered in blood, holding a bag of groceries.

"Hola..", they waved with a tired smile.

The spider called their name in relief and rushed over, checking them for injuries.

"Holy shit! What happened to you!?", Angel grabbed their head and brought it down to see their blood soaked antlers. "You've got blood all on top of your head!"

"Estoy bien, estoy bien.", the deer mumbled. (I'm ok, I'm ok.)

"¿Qué mierda paso?", Husk spoke up. (What the fuck happened?)

"Nada demasiado importante.", they gave a small reassuring smile. (Nothing too important.)

"Where are my bugs!", Niftty ran over and tugged on their pants.

"Glad you're ok.", the Princess sighed.

"Yes, yes. We're all glad that they aren't dead.", Alastor says as he walks over. "Now, lets have them cleaned up and well-"

Before the Radio Demon could touch them, the mule deer flinched back.

"Lo siento. No me encuentro bien.", they said and handed the grocery bag over to the spider. (I'm sorry. I don't feel well.) "Voy a descansar en mi habitación. Perdonadme.", they managed to get out before heading upstairs. (I'm going to rest in my room. Pardon me.)

Curious.. He thought as the others dispersed, but then noticed that the arachnid stayed put, staring where the mule deer was last seen.

"What is it now? Aren't you satisfied that they are safe and sound?", he asked.

"Somethin's not right.", Angel said. "They smelled like aphrodisiac was poured all over them."

"A what?", the deer demon replied, a bit confused. "That is a drug, correct?"

"Yeah.. And right now, it ain't a good one.", the fluffy demon stuffed the grocery bag in the fridge before running upstairs, shouting out the mule deer's name.

Curious indeed...

As I was writing this during break, coworker walked up and asked what I was writing and I immediately hid my phone.

~Seline, the person.

Part 4

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[nakylvr]

desperately need a fic where trans masc reader wears manon's hoodie plsplsplspls

yes.

— HOODIE SEASON 👑

warnings/tags: fluff, established relationship, tmasc!reader, reader is shorter than manon (</3), mild language, lightly suggestive

while it doesn't exactly get super cold in los angeles, every time you went to the kats house, it was fucking freezing. you don't know why, but no matter what you wore whenever you went over there it was always cold. but, you didn't bother asking why. it was just a little too cold for you.

so when you arrived at the house wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, you regretted your clothing choice immediately when you stepped inside.

sophia closed the door behind you as you walked inside after her, a smile curling on her lips. "you know you should just stay here at this point," she lightly teases. "you're always here."

"sophia! don't harass my boyfriend for loving me!" manon's voice is heard before she pops up beside sophia.

"i was not harassing him," sophia jokingly rolls her eyes. "you two need to get an actual place. that's all i'm saying!" she raises her hands up and walks away from the door.

manon gently shoves sophia further into the house, giggling lightly before grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a hug. "so what have i done to deserve your great presence today?" she jokes, a smile on her face.

you let out a chuckle at her question. "oh nothing, am i not allowed to see my beautiful girlfriend when i want?" you respond in the same jokingly manner.

"i never said that," manon shakes her head, pulling away to look at you with a bright smile. "i'm happy to see you. usually you tell me when you're coming, not that i'm complaining though. i like being surprised." her hand plays with your hair a little bit, raking her fingers through it.

"i got finished with classes early so i thought i'd stop by," you reply, smiling back at her.

"well i am definitely not complaining," manon responds. "you can head to my room, i'll follow you in a minute. dani's not here so you won't have to deal with her teasing."

nodding your head, you give a quick, "okay" as she pecks your lips quickly.

you make your way to her room, opening the door and walking inside. you somehow feel even colder than when you weren't in the room. glancing around the room, you spot one of manon's hoodies and grab it. without thinking, you throw it over your head and climb into the bed, pulling out your phone.

"so we're stealing clothes now, huh?"

you look up from your phone to see manon standing in front of the bed before she climbs in beside you, a teasing smile on her face. "it's cold," you mumble out.

manon giggles at your response, her eyes looking over you and her hoodie you were wearing. it was baggy on you, falling past your waist due to the height difference between you two, and you had to push the sleeves up a bit so they wouldn't hang over your hands. "you look really good in it," she says, her fingers fiddling with the string.

"really?" you ask, looking down at yourself before back at manon.

"mhm," she hums, leaning forward and kissing you.

the kiss was slow, filled with the devoting amount of love you had for each other as your lips molded together. your hands grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to you, to which she hooked her leg over your hips to straddle you. your teeth nip at her bottom lip as she pulls away, the skin tugging lightly before disconnecting. another giggle comes from manon at the flushed expression on your face, her hand resting on your cheek.

"y'know, i wouldn't mind having a place with you," she says out of nowhere, leaving you staring up at her with subtle confusion. "i think it'd be nice. if you would want to, that is."

a warm feeling radiates through you at her words, realizing that she wants to see you every day, every morning, every night. you nod your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. "i'd really like that," you say softly. "i would love to wake up next to your beautiful face every morning."

manon's face heats up at your response, a big smile forming on her face. "really?" she questions.

"yeah," you nod. "we can get a cat, too."

manon gasps at this, lightly slapping your shoulder. "are you serious? yn, you know you have to commit and get me a cat now, right?"

laughing, you nod your head again. "oh trust me, i know. it's been on your wish list for some time now. but first we need the place, then i'll get you a cat."

dramatically groaning, manon throws her head back. "fine!" she sighs. "i guess i can wait." she pouts, looking back down at you.

you chuckle, bringing your hands up to cradle her face with a smile on your face. "just make sure you don't forget about me when you're a global superstar," you say quietly.

a soft smile is on manon's face as she shakes her head. "that's never gonna happen, i promise."

"good," your smile grows as you lean up and press your lips against hers.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Reader at times (once in a blood moon) giving in to Dion’s affection due to how touch starved she is (not being able to be with friends and family you cherish and can hug freely does a number on you) and maybe even pent up JUST A THOUGHT!

I’m just looking for any excuse for him to be given attention

Also, I did in fact make a tumblr account solely due to the AO3 fic…. It’s TEW good

Minors/blank blogs, etc, etc. Dni.

Yan! Dion x fem! Reader

WARNINGS: slight toxic themes, slight yandere themes, toxic marriage, toxic marriage/relationship, arranged marriage, implied murder (Dion), POSSIBLE implied depression. OOC Dion <3 (lore reasons I promise).

Suggestive.

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I'd like to think it'd start off small - purposely grazing your fingers against his/doesnt pull your hand back immediately when he does it as you pass by each other/you're just happened to be sitting next to each other. They're cold, rough and calloused. Thick and long. They're just... Him.

It's foreign.

When you're especially touch starved (depending on how far you're into the marriage), you'll wipe off any blood that's on his cheek with your sleeve, almost used to it. Takes out the leaves and brushes off the dirt in his some fucking how soft hair - seriously, was everyone in this family blessed by Gods of beauty or something? Even when they're dirty they look like super models.

HOWEVER, the smell, on the other hand... Blood and musk don't mix well. Or the smell of outside. But hey, at least he doesn't stink as bad as Jeremy whenever the younger brother comes back from missions. Or that one sibling who was sent into the most dangerous part of the forest for two days, covered in scars and slime and drenched in blood, stingers and teeth from wild monsters in his injured hands. Bro smelled like literal death and was shaken up for the following few days.

On those days, you'll become more lenient with how much he touches you once he takes a bath. Blood is no longer there. The metallic smell is gone. Your husband almost looks like a normal man. Nice and clean.

A hand on the small of your back, you allow him to escort you away from the crowed areas at assemblies and balls and into quiet stairways barely anyone uses. You don't avoid it. You don't shake him off. His hands are cold but his body is warm.

He only does it when eyes are off of of you. When Lante isn't around.

It feels... Nice.

.... You must be going crazy.

Sometimes you'll let him play with your hair. When you pretend to be asleep and his fingers start to wonder, twirling a strand when he's close enough. It reminds you of when your mother or sister would try out new hairstyles on you, gently pulling.

Remember that one bath ask I got? Happens rarely, but sometimes it just feels nice to not be alone at inappropriate times. Thoughts happen. Memories resurface. The bath is a place where you are truly alone, you think. No one to talk to. In the past, when you were a small child, your sister or mother would help you bathe. You didn't like it all, saying you were a big girl - you were 6. But now that you're alone in a psych ward, you miss those innocent times.

You're the one to invite him. A quick bath, no perverted intentions... Sort of. Dion is handsome so maybe a small part of you also used it as an excuse to get some eye candy. You don't let him wash you, wary about nimble fingers that might venture into certain areas that are starting to crave... Something. You're worried you'll let him cross that line and you're worried it would just make everything worse. But if he acts nice enough, you'll wash his hair. He goes stiff, uncomfortable at first, not used to another person helping him bathe. It's a bit funny, seeing as how he's like a (dangerous, violent, disobedient towards Roxana and sometimes you even though you never asked for his leash in the 1st place) begging dog. A dog that hides it's teeth, pretends to be nice to get some treats. A dog that's only nice with it's master.

When you do bathe with him, you sit across from him. While you are touch starved, the idea of pressing your back against his chest...

No.

You do, however, push him away whenever his lips graze your ear. Too warm. Too intimate. Has your fingers grasping at his sleeve as you remind yourself he'll take a bite if given the chance, the opportunity. The shivers that run down your spine are warm and not cold.

You don't hug him, though. He doesn't really attempt to hug you either. You don't hold his hand unless you decide to spoil him a bit and wrap up any stray cuts he might have gotten (he barely does and honestly, it's a hit to his pride no matter how rare or small). Spread a balm across his fingers and palms. You always sit there in silence, neither breaking it. Everything would shatter otherwise.

He does the same for you, but it's slightly awkward, hesitant, too gentle. Sometimes you wish he would grab you like how he had with Roxana, hard enough to reopen her wound. Give you a reason to push him back further, to find someone else to give attention to, to remind you that your husband isn't a man but a vile beast.

But in the end, you know he would never let that happen. And thus, you give into his affections, return them even, knowing he holds your leash tight by something called 'marriage.'

After all, he's the only one you can touch.

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I'm honored you made an account for me!!! Thank you for supporting me and I hope you'll enjoy future chapters/content

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

jolene part 3

you guys the love for this series (which wasn't even meant to be a series!) is insane!!! tysm to everyone who has read it! tags for people who wanted a part 3: @girllety @simping4-2manyppl @penny-exe @hisparentsgallerryy @superxovas

"it's done. it's over." your voice interrupted remus from his book, after hearing your voice he looked up to see you. you looked.. dishevelled? and quite out of breath. that was probably because you had sprinted to the library as fast as you could, as you knew remus would be there.

ever since the night of the party, you had felt closer to remus. like he understood how you felt, more than james could for sure.

"you what?" remus responded. he was hoping you meant that you and james were done, but he scanned your face, and there were no signs of sadness, so surely you couldn't have meant that?

"me and james?" you said, looking at him like he was an idiot.

"WHAT?!" remus shouted, a bit too loudly, resulting in madame pince sending a dirty look your way. you were.. done? is it bad that his day had suddenly got better?

"yeah." you sigh, and take the seat beside him. you itched your chair close to him, probably so you didn't get kicked out of the library for speaking too loud. the closeness of the two of you, however, made remus' breath hitch.

"merlin.. are you.. are you okay?" he asked you, more quietly.

"i mean.. i suppose. i'm sad because i loved him but i was the one to break up with him.."

"you broke up with him?" remus interrupted, eyes widened.

"why is that such a surprise to you?" you teased.

"it's not it's not, sorry, carry on." he said frantically, a bit flustered.

"i told him.. that it was obvious that his heart wasn't with me.. and i didn't want to be in a relationship with someone like that." you recount.

"what did he say?" remus asked, he knew that he would probably get whatever james' perspective was later that night.

"he denied it, the tosser. we all know it's true. i even told him i wouldn't be mad about it!" you shake your head.

"i would be mad about it." remus said.

"yeah i would've been, but i wasn't going to tell him that." you chuckle.

"fair enough." he smiles at your laughter.

"then i.. i think i did something stupid.. i told him it'd be okay if he liked lily." you mutter.

"y/n, why on earth did you do that?" remus looked at you, exasperated.

"because!" you put your hands up, defensively. "i just.. i don't know, i'd feel better about it if we both moved on."

both moved on. both moved on. both. what did you mean by that? were you ready to move on? no surely, you couldn't be. if james moved on, would you? no no. wait. lily was one of your close friends, by giving james permission to like her, then maybe.. james would let him date you? a million thoughts ran through his head at once.

"well.." remus finally speaks, clearing his throat. "you're too nice for your own good."

for some reason, you felt your cheeks heat up. what was wrong with you? you broke up with your boyfriend a mere fifteen minutes ago, and now you were blushing at his best friend's compliments.

"thanks remus." you smile cheekily at him.

"it's alright, are you staying?" he asks you, almost hopeful.

"sorry remus, i can't, got a detention for "harassing malfoy"." you pull a face.

"i'll see you around though, thanks for always listening." you place a hand on his arm.

"it's uh n-no problem." he smiles, nervously.

"see you later!" remus watches you turn and leave, a small smile on his face.

~

it had been a couple of months since you had broken up with james, and you were at peace with it. although awkward at first, the two of you hesitantly became friends again.

at this moment in time however, your awkward friendship with james was the least of your worries. your favourite author had released a new book, and you were dying to buy it at hogsmeade.

the issue was.. literally no one could go with you.

"sorry y/n, i can't, quidditch training."

"sorry y/n, i'm studying."

"sorry y/n, i promised dorcas i would help her revise for the potions exam!"

the excuses were all too convenient. that left you with only on option left. not that you were complaining though, you had grown quite fond of the increase in time you were spending with remus. so much so, lily had accused you of fancying him again! something you had denied, with flustered cheeks. it did make you think though.

"remus?" you approached him in the common room, he was with sirius. james and peter were in a detention.. or something.

"y/n" he smiled at your presence.

"would you uhh.. want to go to hogsmeade with me?" you asked.

"oooooo" sirius teased, nudging remus.

"no- no not like that, i need to buy a new book.. and i don't want to go alone i just thought-"

"yeah, i'll go." he smiles at you.

"great, meet me here at 1pm tomorrow." you scurry off, feeling your cheeks burning.

oh my godric. you had a sneaky suspicion you were beginning to have a crush on remus.

"ugh lily!!" you faceplanted your bed, your head in your pillow, that night.

"i think you were right."

"of course, what about?" she smiles, teasingly.

"remus." you said, your voice muffled.

"what was that?" she asked.

"don't make me repeat it." you groan.

"no you can say it again!" she smiles.

"remus. i think i like him." you sigh.

"you're acting like that's a bad thing! remus is great." lily sits on your bed, where you were having your crisis.

"it's not.. he's james' best friend!" you groan.

"oh y/n.. that doesn't matter. james won't mind, your friends, aren't you? and you've been nice to him and gave him permission to date me. no idea why because it's never gonna happen! but still, he''ll understand." she reassures you.

"i don't know.." you trail off.

"y/n.. i think it's obvious remus likes you." lily pats your back.

"WHAT?!" your head shoots up.

"it's quite obvious isn't it.. whenever you're around he always has a massive smile on his face." she smiles at you.

you smile at her.

"I swear to godric if you're wrong-"

"I'm not. now tomorrow you need to get ready for your little hogsmeade date and-"

"it's not a date.. and.. how did you know about that??" you look at her, bewildered.

"i know everything." she winks at you, and you have a sneaky suspicion that tomorrow she was definitely not studying like she had said.

"fineeee you're the best though lily" you smile.

"you flatter me" she smiles back at you and you chuckle.

~

you admitted to yourself the next day you were nervous. you didn't even know why.. you were only buying a book. but still you had gone out the way to put extra effort into you hair, something that didn't go unnoticed by your dorm-mates.

"you look nice y/n, dressing to impress?" marlene teases you, as you made your way down to the common room.

"impress? who would i be impressing?" you playfully roll your eyes, and speed off, before anything else about the matter was said, to meet remus. he was sat, reading.

"remus?" you approached him; "you ready to go?"

"yes." he smiles at you, and gets up, following you out the castle.

"would you rather we walk or take the carriage?" he asks.

"walking would be nice." you respond.

he nods and you begin walking to hogsmeade, engaging in conversation.

eventually, you had arrived at hogsmeade. the bookshop was called "tomes and scrolls."

"would you like me to.. uh come in with you?" remus asks, blushing slightly.

"yes, thank you." you feel your face heat up.

he follows you into the shop, watching you pick up the book you so desperately wanted.

"i'll pay for it, if you want." he smiles at you.

"you don't have to." you splutter.

"but i want to y/n." his own confidence caught himself off guard.

"i insist you don't.. but maybe you could buy me a butterbeer instead?" you smile.

"like as in a date?" remus's breath hitched. you probably didn't mean it like that. why did he say that out loud? he wanted the ground to swallow him up.

"like a date." you nodded, your cheeks burning.

"that'd be.. that'd be good. not good. brilliant." remus stumbled over his words.

"y/n.. i.. like you. alot." he mutters.

"you do? really?" you look at him.

"of course." he says, avoiding eye contact.

"oh remus, i like you too." you respond, smiling.

remus was caught off guard. he had finally got what he had wanted, after all this time.

you.

and he was happy. very. and so were you, by the looks of your smiling face.

[zombiigrll]

Could you make a fic for Carl where he’s kind of yandere-like? You can get creative with it, but just something creepy like that. It’s okay if not! 💛

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BLOODY VALENTINE. ⋆｡°✩ yandere!carl grimes x reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 1.5K ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ use of y/n, gore mention, blood, murder, 'yandere-like' carl (i hate using the word yandere but i don't know what else could be used T_T), crying, vomit, takes place in alexandria .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ it was pretty obvious you and carl had liked each other for a while. but after you started getting close with ron, carl started to change. ꩜ .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ thank you so much for the request anon! i've never really written something like this before so i hope its to your liking <3 also this ofc isn't in character for carl, so i know some of the writing isn't gonna seem like him n stuff :p

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────────────────────────────────── you had known carl since the prison. michonne found you on a run and took you in. and ever since then, you and carl would always hangout together. you were practically inseperable.

...that was until you guys arrived at alexandria and you met a boy named ron.

you and carl met him together when his mother and rick decided it'd be nice if the two of you made friends with people your guys' age. "you guys have video games?!" you immediately took interest to the moving characters on the television in front of ron and the boy named mikey.

"yeah, you want a turn?" ron asked, moving the controller toward you.

"yes, please!" you beamed, reaching to grab the controller from his hand when your finger grazed his, making you flinch a bit in embarrassment. "oh, sorry."

carl instantly noticed this interaction and walked over, ripping the controller out of your hand.

you frowned. "hey-"

"we're leaving." carl looked at you, then back at ron angrily.

"uh, why?" ron raised an eyebrow, squinting at carl.

carl scoffed, throwing the controller back to ron and aggressively grabbing your hand in his, practically dragging you out of the house.

"dude, what the fuck?" you shoved carl away from you once the two of you got outside.

"i don't like him. he's weird." carl blankly said, staring down at you as if your reaction was unnatural.

"he didn't even do anything! all he did was give me a controller, what's so weird about that?"

"he just met you and he's already trying to make moves-"

"no, carl. he wasn't. he was being nice." you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms together. "if anyone is being weird, it's you. what's wrong with you right now?"

carl looks at the ground and laughs before bringing up a hand to the side of your face. "nothing is 'wrong' with me. i'm fine."

"obviously not. you've never acted like this before." you shoved his hand away, shaking your head.

carl looks at you, upset, but at the same time, furious. "whatever." he walks away, shoulder-checking you as he passes.

you look back at him, confused. carl was the sweetest boy you've ever met. he's always been there for you through everything, so what is the matter with him right now?

you brushed the thoughts away and walked back into rons house, trying to clear your mind from whatever the hell is happening with carl right now.

...

the two of you hadn't spoken to each other in a while. you've been spending your time becoming acquainted to the people of alexandria, and he'd been off doing whatever.

you haven't really seen him at all, except for when you'd go home. he'd be on his porch, shaking his leg with his arms crossed. every. single. day.

he was scaring you, and you weren't confident enough to ask him what's wrong. especially not after the way he shut you down last time.

you were sure it was just him going through puberty. you never knew how boys developed, so you assumed all boys acted like how carl was acting. jealous and insecure.

you didn't even like ron, not like that. he was dating enid, and you liked carl, even if he was being weird. you just wanted to make new friends.

but today felt awful. you woke up with a sick, eerie feeling laying in your stomach. something felt wrong, but you didn't know why. you put your clothes and shoes on and stepped outside, and alexandria was silent.

"...hello?" you called out loudly. no answer.

you looked around your surroundings and noticed that some cars were missing, which you assumed was due to rick and a few others going out on a run together.

'maybe ron is here?' you thought as your gaze went towards his house. you started walking closer to the dimly lit building. as you stepped onto the porch, you rung the doorbell twice. "hello? is anyone home?" you asked through the door.

you heard a voice from the other side. "shit." a raspy, distressed voice spoke.

"are you okay?" you knocked on the door loudly as that sound.

silence.

"i'm coming in." you quickly opened the door, a disgusting stench filling your nose. "what the hell..?"

you looked around and the living room and it looked normal for the most part, despite some oddly moved furniture and some glass on the ground. but that smell. it was nauseating.

"who's there?" you asked, looking around at your surroundings as you stepped closer to the hallway, which was also closer to the strong stench. "i know someone's in here, just answer-"

you froze as you looked ahead through the doorframe and into ron's room.

there was blood everywhere. and a figure facing away from you wearing a very familiar sheriffs hat.

"oh, my god." you gagged, covering your mouth with your hand as your eyes widened at the scene.

a clinging sound was heard, a bloody knife falling to the ground. right besides ron and mikeys bodies.

you were about to pass out. you brought up your arm to hold onto the doorframe for support.

"...what did you do?"

the boy didn't respond. instead, he turned to face you. there was blood stained all along his face and body, and his eyes looked dark. he stepped closer to you, which made you step away in fear.

"i'm not going to hurt you." he softly spoke, reaching out a bloody hand in your direction.

your eyebrows furrowed in fear as you looked him straight in the eye. "are you kidding me..?"

carl brought his bloodstained hand up to your cheek, resulting in the fresh blood spreading along your face and a shiver rolling down your spine.

"i love you."

as he spoke, your faces were inches apart, the smell of iron filling up through your nose. your eyes widened further and you shook your head away from his hand. "you.. you killed ron, you killed mikey, and... now you're saying you love me in a room splattered in their blood?" you laughed fearfully.

he stayed silent, taking in your terrified expression.

"you told me you'd always keep me safe. you'd always make sure i would never feel afraid again." you reminded him, stepping further back. "you failed. miserably."

"y/n-"

"don't." you cut him off. your eyes focused back to the bodies, and you fully processed everything. your body jerked up and you threw up right by your feet. "..holy shit."

"i just.." carl shook his head. "i didn't want to lose you. i didn't want you to leave me."

"so you fucking murdered ron and mikey?!" you yelled, wiping your mouth off with your sleeve. "do you hear yourself?"

carl stayed silent, staring down at the ground with clenched fists.

"i liked you, carl. only you." your voice softened as tears began glazing over your eyes. "there wasn't any competition. it was only you."

carl looked over at you, wide eyed and confused, more guilty than before. "..what?"

"you didn't have to.. to kill people to show you love me." you pointed behind him, reminding him of what he did.

he was speechless. guilty as ever. he was shaking frantically. tears flooded his eyes as he brought a hand up to his face, which only resulted in more blood spreading across his already bloodstained face.

you laid your head on the wall, recollecting your self. carl just stood by the doorframe spacing out.

"...what do we do now?" he finally spoke, his voice wobbly and quiet.

"i don't know!" you snapped again, raising your hands over your head. "it's your mess."

"please, y/n." he begged, running a hand through his hair. "what can i do to fix this?"

"i..." you trailed off, staring at the whole scene again. "shit, carl."

you walked into the bathroom at your side and threw a towel and bucket of water out to him. "clean it up." you said before turning around to walk out of the house.

"wait." he called out.

"what?"

"are you going to tell anyone.. what i did?" his voice sounded scary, but terrified.

"not if you don't get caught." you sighed. "forge a note, hide their bodies, whatever. i'm not apart of this anymore."

carl nodded somberly. "i'm sorry."

you left the house.

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things weren't normal at all after that day. i mean, why would they be? carl hid what happened the best he could, actually taking your advice to forge a note. you kept your word and stayed silent. jessie was a mess after that day, unsure why her boy and his best friend 'left alexandria.'

you didn't know how to feel about carl anymore. he loved you still, as far as you could tell, but you couldn't understand your feelings for him.

you knew you still loved him despite everything. but you felt as if you couldn't forgive him for taking away the first friend your age you'd made, and taking jessies son away from her.

he was basically just some sort of bloody valentine to you.

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[xthescarletbitch]

Do take requests? If you're willing it'd be nice if you could write the ladies of bg3 on the recieving end of a strap on for us tops? It's hard to find content for us Minthara loving tops and I like your writing 😭. We're starving!!

i'm technically not taking requests for bg3 at the moment, but i couldn't resist. thank you so much for your kind words. i hope these are to your liking. <3

bg3 ladies receiving the strap (x reader)

18+, minors do NOT interact

cw: reader!giving strap-on

word count: 1700+

author’s note: i'm experimenting with formats at the moment, and i think this one is becoming a favourite (making it pretty is also a lot of work so i am refraining this time lol). also, i struggled with karlach's. i'm sorry in advance.

lae'zel

lae’zel generally likes to take your strap the same way she gives it: rough. on those occasions, she’ll urge you to pick up the pace and fuck her good, even wrapping her legs around you to pull you in deeper.  “say please,” you tease, showing her that you’re the one in control.  it’s a risky game to tease a githyanki, but you know that she’ll relent–you’re the one with the strap attached to your hips, after all. you have the option to give her exactly what she wants if she chooses to comply. “chk,” she grunts, going over the options in her head. as if deeming the circumstances worthy of this very rare word, she mutters under her breath: “please.” you slow down, getting a bit theatric with the next words that leave your mouth: “please, what?” you can see her expression go from one of frustration to one of desperation. she needs this. you smirk, knowing that she’ll give in. “please,” she pauses, astonished that she’s actually begging for something. “please fuck me harder.” your smirk grows as you lift one of her legs over your shoulder, picking up the pace and giving her exactly what she begged for. the erotic sounds leaving her mouth only prove that you’re doing an excellent job… that, and the claw marks on your hips. she’ll never speak a word of it to anyone, but lae’zel also enjoys the slower, more passionate episodes of sex. she relishes in the moments of your bodies slowly grinding together, a pool of sweat shared between the two, your heartbeats in sync as the tempo remains consistently moderate. she wants her hands in yours as you stare deeply into her eyes, giving her the kind of strokes that make them roll back. words of affirmation are definitely welcomed here–she likes to hear that she’s taking you so well.  lae’zel isn’t satisfied until she has came at least three times from your strap. she wants to be soaked in sweat, covered in marks, and out of breath by the time you’re done. it takes a lot to tire this githyanki out, but she makes it so worth it with her beautiful reactions. when she reaches that final orgasm–when she can’t possibly take it anymore–she’ll grip your shoulders with a passion, pulling you close to her, groaning in your ear as she is taken over that edge. her legs will shake before giving out under you as the mess between her legs gets all over her thighs.

minthara

minthara makes it clear that you should earn the right to fuck her with the strap, turning it into a little game. the little game usually involves you eating her out until she’s wet enough to take you. what she won’t tell you is that the end result will always be the same: she’ll gladly let you take the lead. while she does love topping you on multiple occasions, she also enjoys it the other way around. she can’t help the small smile that comes across her face when you offer to top her. she’ll stand there envisioning the scene in front of her, hoping you take no mercy on her.  it should be said that she won’t be silent–and i mean that in terms of the sultry sounds coming from her mouth, as well as the string of commands that she’ll throw at you. it is really hard for her to just sit there and take it, and sometimes it becomes a game of power and control–one you’ll happily play. “faster,” she directs, grabbing hold of your hips and aiding you in doing so.  it is at that moment that you move your hands to be on top of hers, quickly grabbing and pinning them above her head. she’ll smirk and try to wiggle free, but you don’t allow her to. you make it clear that you’re the one calling the shots right now, not her. she loves the power struggle and won’t fight you too much. she’ll just note the incident for when she fucks you next. the struggle continues, and she loves every moment of it. sure, being in control is fun and standard for her, but there’s something exciting about letting another person take the reins. her favourite display of power on your part is when you tie her up or use other means to restrain her. she goes crazy for that. cast a spell to have her stay in place as you pound into her pretty pussy and just wait for her to give up completely.  “that’s it,” you tell her, admiring the sight below. “you take me so well.” she looks so good under you, a sentiment you remind her of constantly. she’ll smirk and hide her embarrassment by assuring you that she fucks you better–urging competition… and well, you opt to change her opinion on that, giving her more of what she wants. never will you see those cheeks blush, but you know in the other ways her body reacts to you that you’re hitting all the right spots.

shadowheart

shadowheart gets very playful when taking the strap–a display that drives you crazy (in a good way). when you’re fucking her good, her moans will be unapologetically loud. she doesn’t care who might hear; she’s doing it. her face will twist in pleasure as you hit her g-spot, followed by a chant of your name. and she does all of this as erotically as she can, knowing that it’ll only entice you to give her more. there are also moments where she’ll get embarrassed easily, depending on her mood, but she’ll enjoy it all the same. you have to tease her about it, though. a little humiliation here and there never hurt anybody, right? if she’s trying to be inconspicuous about how much pleasure she’s in, she’ll cover her mouth and/or face. she wants you to play along.  “no,” you say, grabbing her hands and pinning them to the bed. “i want it all.” her cheeks flush a bright pink as she attempts to wiggle free of your grip, but she can never quite do so. you take the time to pull out of her slowly, looking down to see the strings of wetness connecting her pussy and your strap. she follows your eyes, taking in the sight before her. a small groan escapes her lips, but is quickly interrupted when you slam the strap back inside of her. she throws her head back and moans loudly, giving you just what you wanted. she likes it when you’re a bit rough, after all. be prepared for a game of her testing just how rough you can be with her. she will savour it all. when she feels herself getting close to her climax, shadowheart will grab your face and drag it down to hers, crashing her lips against yours with fervour. she takes your bottom lip between her teeth, applying more pressure the deeper you get. she releases it when she’s really close, her incessant moans escaping into your mouth. with each brush of the strap against her g-spot, she holds onto you tighter. she wants you as close to her as you possibly can when she cums all over your strap. body worship is also a must when she’s being fucked by you. admire her out loud and allow your hands to roam her body. call her a good girl, and tell her that she’s doing a great job. she’ll get much wetter for you anytime words like that come from your mouth. she wants to feel sexy and adored (which is easy when she’s with you).

karlach

karlach will ride you anyday, anywhere. she loves the feeling of how deep you are inside of her as she bounces on your strap, her hands on your abdomen to hold herself up. she also enjoys the extra stimulation of your hand strumming her clit, inching her closer and closer to her orgasm (one of many).  she’ll take you in various ways. aside from riding you, karlach really has no preference. she just likes each session to be as passionate as possible. she shows a lot of her love physically, and wants to be shown the same. she wants your hands on her as much as the situation allows. the feeling of your skin against her own just makes her feral. she can never quite consume you as much as she wants to, though. being able to give up control and be vulnerable with another person is big for karlach. luckily, it’s so easy with you. she’ll let you do whatever you want with her, happily taking all that you give her. she takes it like a champ, too. remind her of that. you’ll hear karlach curse a lot during sex. she struggles to find the words to describe how she really feels, so a string of profanities will escape her mouth at any given point. “fuck,”she moans when the strap continuously brushes against her g-spot. “oh my fucking gods.” her head will be thrown back, her hands squeezing whatever is beneath her to keep her grounded in this plane of existence. she’ll beg for more, asking you to go deeper inside her.  “please,” she pleads. “i need more.” and more you give her, without any hesitation. you like to admire the way her face contorts every time you bottom out inside of her, resting there for a moment (at her request) before pulling back out and repeating the process.  clitoral stimulation is also big for her, as hinted at before. if your hand isn’t on her clit, hers will be. she’ll rub circles as you thrust into her, moaning at the sensation she feels when her fingertips brush against the strap.  karlach also likes to watch all that’s going on. she’ll angle herself in a way to see the strap go in and out of her, feeling herself grow wetter at the sight. a moan or two may also escape her mouth.  and when she cums, she cums hard. she grips you tightly as her pussy clenches around the strap, wanting you to stay inside her as she goes over that peak. she’ll recover quickly before asking for more.

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

Tag

Arisu Ryohei x Reader x Karube Daikichi

(This was a bitch to write. I didn't realise how hard it was to write what was basically a full episode. Don't worry, Jack of Hearts is still coming, and I am slowly writing it up. But that too is a bitch to write. But i', determined to get it done. So don't worry. I just hope I did this game justice, if not, then I'm worried for Jack of Hearts, and any other things that actually happen in the show.)

Masterlist. Progress Update. Life Line Collections.

Warning: Blood, mentions of death, cursing.

Summary: You and your boyfriends play the 5 of Spades game, Tag.

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It was time to play another game, though this time, it was just you and your boyfriends going. Poor Chota was hurt in your first game and had trouble walking without crutches. Though you didn't like the idea of leaving him behind, at least he wouldn't be alone. The four of you had made acquaintance with a woman named Shibuki, whom you met in your first game, Dead or Alive. Which was a 3 of Clubs game. You weren't sure what to think of her, nor was Arisu. But Karube didn't trust her.

It had been Karube's idea for the three of you to play again. Hoping to figure the game out and to hopefully find a doctor to help Chota. Walking up to the arena, which was apartments. The three of you made your way up the stairs. Instantly, you noticed this game had many more people than the last game.

"There are a lot of people here. Maybe one's a doctor." Karube stated as the three of you walked inside and over to the table. You each picked up a phone. The three of you made your way back to the entrance and looked around at the people there. You let out a shaky breath as you turned to your boyfriends. And then the phone chimed.

"Registration has closed. There are a total of 14 participants. The game will now commence."

A heavy sigh let your lips. Looks like you were playing now. Suddenly, a voice beside Arisu pulled your attention. "E--Excuse me. What is this? I was brought here and I... I don't know what's going on." Oh, it was his first night here. You and Arisu both felt bad for the poor guy.

"It's a game." Arisu began, willing and ready to help the stronger in a hat out.

"Shut up." Karube said, getting closer to the two of you. "Newbies will slow us down." He was right in a way, but it was so cold of him. "They might hate us. But I think it'd be a good idea to do what Shibuki did." You couldn't help but look at him in shock.

"Karube." Your voice came out quiet, shaky. You couldn't possibly use people, right? Karube looked between the two of you and sighed. He kept his voice low. "If it means getting the two of you out of here alive, I'm willing to try anything at this point."

"Difficulty, Five of Spades."

"The five of spades?" Karube asked in confusion. Were all the games different?

"It's gonna be physical." A voice said, drawing the three of yours attention. You let out a groan. "Does that mean running?" You asked, already hating the idea.

"Only the strong survive." The man continued, ignoring your question as he walked over to the three of you. "I'm Nitobe. Nice to meet you." He held his hand out to shake, but none of you moved to shake his hand. Well, you were going to, but the look in Karube's eyes said not to.

"The suit means something?" Arisu asked in confusion.

"Exactly." Nitobe chucked, as he walked to Arisu, hand still extended. Arisu took his hand and shook it. "The suit of the playing card usually means what kind of game it's gonna be. Clubs is a team battle. Diamonds if your wit. And as for Hearts...that's the worst one." He giggled, causing you to step back a little. Why was he so gleeful about this? It was unsettling.

"Why's that?" Arisu asked, curious.

"Huh? Because you're playing with people's hearts, then tear them apart." Nitobe got a little too close to Arisu for your liking, so you gently pulled on your boyfriend's sleeve to pull him back a little bit.

"And the numbers?"

"Difficulty. The higher the number on the card, the harder it is." Nitobe walked a little away from he three of you to lean against a wall.

"Game is 'Tag'." "Rule. Avoid whoever is 'It'"

That had everyone murmuring among themselves.

"So who's it?" Arisu asked as he looked between you and Karube. You shrugged. It was a good question.

"How should I know?" Karube responded, giving Arisu a look that said 'Did you really ask me that?'

"Clear Condition: Discover and touch the symbol hidden in one of the building's rooms within the time limit. You clear the game when this objective is fulfilled."

"Time limit, 20 minutes. After twenty minutes, the time bomb hidden in the building will explode."

You sucked in a breath. There was a bomb? You shoved the phone into your pocket. You suddenly felt Karube and Arisu each take one of your hands in theirs. You followed them to and up the stairs. The man, Nitobe, is following the three of you.

"Stop following us." Karube was getting annoyed that this guy was following the three of you. You made your way onto the fifth floor.

The man laughed. "Just feeling you guys out. I'm thinking you three might be good enough to be my allies."

"Lucky us." You mumbled as you rolled your eyes. Why was this guy smiling and laughing? Karube took the lead, walking in front of the group. He pulled you closer to him, leaving Arusi to ask the man questions.

"Are you a doctor?" Arisu asked.

"Nope, real estate agent." Damn, you needed a doctor.

"How many times have you played the games?

"Let's see maybe five times?"

"And you've always won?"

"I guess so, yeah." There was that fucking chuckle again.

"The Game will now commence. The time limit is 20 minutes. Commence now. The tagger is on the move."

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Loud fanfare music suddenly played.

Then everything went eerily quiet.

After a moment. The three of you began walking, with Nitobe still following.

"Alright. Let's find a room we can get into." Arisu spoke, walking to a door and trying to open it. No luck. It was locked. So he tried the next door. Same result. Karube jogged ahead. "We have to get our asses moving." He, too, tried a door, but it wouldn't open.

"Three minutes have passed."

You made your way to the stairs, hand in hand with Arisu, just as you were ready to go up, a gunshot was heard. Causing you all to stop. You backed up, bumping into Arisu. "Sorry." Arisu shook his head, brushing it off, knowing you hadn't meant to.

The boys made their way infront of you as they assended the stairs, slowly and quietly. A dead body came down the stairs, causing you to jump. Your heart was races.

"He's dead." Nitobe stated. No fucking shit.

Arisu let out a shaky breath as Karube took the lead, stepping forward and heading around the corner to see who or what was at the top of the stairs. Arisu quickly joined him. Footsteps approached, and there stood a man with a horse mask on. Gun in hand. The gun was raised and then-

"Arisu!" They jumped back. Karube put the two of you in front of him, facing the stairs. You followed Arisu down the stairs. "Run!" "Don't look back!" "Keep going!" You let out a gasp as Nitobe pushed past you, almost knocking you down the stairs, however, Karube had grabbed onto you from behind before you could fall. Nitobe ran down another flight of stairs.

"Karube, wait!" Arisu grabbed his hand, pulling him back. Karube had been ready to continue going downstairs.

"What are you doing?" The three of you ran past some doors to a little cutout in the wall, where the three of you just about fit. The three of you stayed as quiet as possible, waiting for the tagger to leave. And he did.

Once you knew you were safe, you let out a choked sob. The two males looked at you. "Baby," Karube spoke quietly, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb. Arisu took your hand in his and gently played with your fingers. "Listen to me, I need you to focus, okay? The only way for the three of us to survive is if we're all focused and working together. I promise, you can cry as much as you want later. We'll hold you. But right now, I need you to push it down, breathe for us and focus on staying alive with us. Can you do that, baby?"

You sucked in a breath and nodded you head. You slowly calmed yourself down. "I can do that." Your voice came out broken, and it was like a punch to the heart for both males.

"That's our girl." Arisu kissed your forehead, and then Karube kissed the crown of your head. With that, the three of you ran. You checked every door you came across, just in case. Eventually the three of you found a place to hide after spotting the masked person.

"What are gonna do man?" Karube asked. "If you have a solution, now's the time."

"I don't no what to do against something like that."

"Come on man, think."

"Why don't you think of something?"

"Would you two please, stop."

The three of you gasped and ducked down as the figure turned to face you. Arisu shuddered. You stayed quiet as Arisu peaked his head over the wall. "He didn't see us. His vision is narrowed because of the mask."He stated as you and Karube slowly peered over the wall. "That's his weak point. This might be a way to get through the game."

Arisu jumped up and began to run. You followed after him, and Karube followed you. "Everyone! He's up here!" Arisu shouted.

"Hey!" Karube sprinted forward and grabbed Arisu's shoulder.

"Over here, he's on the second level!"

"You'll get us killed!"

"He can't see properly! Because of his mask! Tell us where he is if you see him, and let's all look for the symbol!"

"He's in the fourth-level hallway in the central building!" A female voice ran out. Hmm, of course, Arisu's idea worked. He was so smart.

"Game over in 8 minutes. There are currently 8 survivors."

As you went to try another door, gunshots rang out. The male from the start of the game, the one who had asked for help, ducked behind a wall. The bullets were hitting the wall and the door he had been in front of.

"Hey! Yo! Over here! Hey!" The guy sobbed, clearly scared as he ignored Arisu's words. Without hesitation, Arisu shoved his phone in his pocket and crawled over to the crying man. "Arisu!" You tried to reach forward to grab him, but Karube pulled you back. "Don't even think about it, Princess." He whispered to you. He looked over at Arisu. "Leave him! We gotta get out of here!"

"Come on, man. You can't stay here." Arisu grabbed the guy, and the two made their way back to you. Bullets are still flying. The four of you then ran to the stairs. You hid in the stairwell as Karube pulled out a knife.

"He has a machine gun!" Arisu said. Because was Karube really going to bring a knife to a gun fight?

"So? The tagger's human." A man stated as he came into view. He was big. His hands were in his pockets. He looked like the kind of man who could and would break anyone who got in his way, or a good candidate for a human teddy bear. "He's 190 centimeters tall and weighs 90 kilos, and he's right-handed. He's a pretty good shot, too. Probably military or law enforcement."

"How in the scooby-doo do you know that?" You asked, feeling both confused and impressed. The man looked at you for a moment, causing Karube to subtly pull you behind him.

"Aguni." A voice called out from behind the man, taking his attention. He handed Aguni a fire extinguisher. Arisu immediately took notice of the bracelets around their wrists. They had numbers on them. He was going to keep that in the back of his brain.

"Use this." Aguni held the fire extinguisher out to Karube. Karube just looked at him in confusion. Aguni walked up to Karube and placed it into his arm. "Let's get this guy." The two looked at each other for a moment. Aguni then turned his attention to you and Arisu. "You two, go look for the symbol."

"What? Hey! Why should we do what you say?" Karube didn't like that this guy was bossing the three of you around and was separating him from the two of you.

"I got it. I'll go up to the top." Arisu walked up to the top of the staircase.

"Arisu!" You and Karube called out to him. "I don't like this." Karube continued. "Should we really be splitting up?" You added.

"There's no other choice." Before any of you could speak again, a woman's voice came from the side. "I checked the south side of the fifth floor. And the south and east side of the sixth floor. Let's split up and find the symbol."

Arisu nodded his head in agreement. "I didn't check the first and second floors." He told her. The woman then nodded her head. The fact that she was just on the ledge looking so casual gained a lot of respect from you. Suddenly, she jumped down after confirming she would check. The three of you watched her climb down the walls.

"That was kinda hot." You confessed. Causing your boyfriends to look at you. "Really?" They asked you, causing you to giggle and bite your lip. "I'm just teasing."

"It's time to take this guy out."

'Five minutes remaining in the game.'

"See you both later." Karube gave you both a quick peck on the lips before following Aguni and the other man down the stairs. Meanwhile, you and Arisu made your way up to the seventh floor, checking every door you came across. However, you soon ran out of doors on that floor. Arisu looked over at the rest of the building. That he got that look in his eye. That smart little twinkle that always told you he was about to show off his brain power. It was always very sexy.

"Why would he shoot from so far away?" He asked you.

You thought for a moment. "Because he didn't like the person. No wait, let me think." The two of you looked at each other and then the realisation dawned on you. "The symbol." Arisu grabbed your hand and ran with you to the stairs and down to the door.

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As you got there, a man with white hair, wearing a white jacket, was walking in your direction, heading to the door. "Figured it out too, huh?" He asked the two of you. Oh, he was a cutie. "Yeah, the symbols's in here." You answered cheerfully, happy that you were that much closer to winning the game. Arisu grabbed the handle, but he just stood there for a moment, thinking.

"Gonna open it?" The man asked. "Why was he chasing us?" Arisu replied. "He could've just waited." That made you frown. "Guess there's something we don't know." The blonde man pulled out his phone, showing the two of you the time. "Except, not much time left." His voice sounded almost taunting.

"Three minutes remaining in the game."

Arisu turned the doorknob and opened the door. He peeked inside before stepping into the apartment. You looked over at the stranger who held the door open. "After you." He spoke. You giggled. "Such a gentleman. Thank you." You followed Arisu, walking deeper into the apartment. The man is not far behind you. Your boyfriend walked over to a door. The three of you huddled around it.

You looked over at the stranger. "Hey, you don't happen to be a doctor, do you?" You asked curiously, thinking of Chota. The male locked eyes with you. Then you saw movement from the corner of your eye. "Look out!" You screamed after looking at the figure. There stood a person in a mask, gun aimed at the three of you. Arisu pulled you out of the way, covering your body with his. He held you close to his chest, blocking your ears with his hands.

The stranger dove to the side. He pulled something out and tasered the masked person. The person fell to the floor. The three of you got up and looked down at the masked person. Then all of a sudden, the person held up their gun and shot. Arisu pushed you out of the way. He ran to the door and went inside. The stranger grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the apartment, slamming the blue door behind you.

You panted heavily. "Thank you." You said as you looked at him. Then your eyes went wide. Arisu. He was alone in there. You turned to open the door. "Don't." The man told you as he grabbed the handle.

"Someone get over here! The symbol's up here! Room 406!" You heard Arisu's voice. He sounded okay. "I can't clear the game alone. We need two people to do it!"

"Seriously?" The white haired male asked. He sighed and opened the door, walking inside. You followed after him. You walked to the room and had to jump back as bullets flew your way. "Someone! Help me!" You couldn't just stand there whilst one of your boyfriends was in serious danger. So you ran to the room and kicked the masked person in their back. Your eyes went wide as the figure faced you. Arisu fought with the person before anything could actually happen to you.

"You called?" Came a voice from the window. Climber girl. "Here!" A voice came from behind you. White jacket guy. He threw you his taser, music player thingy. You caught it and turned to the masked person. You shocked them in the stomach and watched them fall to the ground.

"The button." Arisu and the girl both got up and ran to the buttons, thankfully pressing them with a second to spare.

"Game Cleared. Congratulations."

The four of you -you, Arisu, the climber girl and the stranger- all looked towards the whimpering woman. Her horse mask is now off. Then all of a sudden, the collar around her neck beeped, and she was dead. There was a lot of blood. You sat there frozen.

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You and Arisu went off to find Karube, hand in hand. Arisu felt guilty about the woman's death. When you found Karube, you kissed him, as did Arisu. You ripped the bottom of your shirt and wrapped it around KArube's wound. You and Arisu helped him back to the mall. He was hurt, and you were both really worried. On the way back, you took turns explaining what had happened.

Once in the mall, you went off to find a first aid kit. The three of you sat down together. You tended to Karube's wound as he held Arisu close to his good side. "I'm glad you're both okay. That you aren't hurt." Karube spoke after a few minutes of silence.

You smiled up at him sweetly. "I love you both." You told your two loves. You leaned up and kissed them both. First Karube and then Arisu. Then your boyfriend's kissed. The kisses were soft, sweet. All held a thankfulness for the others being alive. The three of you held hands and just let the events of the night wash over you.

You felt tears come to your eyes. Arisu pulled you onto his lap. The three of you snuggled up together. The guys held you as you cried. The emotions had finally let themselves out. And both of your boyfriends were happy to hold you and each other. To comfort you and each other.

For now, the three of you and Chota were safe. Hopefully, the four of you would make it home alive together.

Taglist: Thank you for supporting me.

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[jermer10]

Oh god.. this is a bit depraved but here we goHello! Uh if you are taking requests right now, could you maybe make a spicy TF2 mercs x male!reader where the reader is into weapon play (could be their reactions to simple things .. like a gasp from the gun touching their skin to something more smutty, your pick!)It'd be nice to have all mercs but if too much sniper, soldier and engineer would the the 3 favs!

TF2 male s/o with a weapon kink

18+ only, male reader | tried to add some heavier nsfw, i hope you enjoy anon!

includes: soldier, engineer, sniper tw: sexual content, weapon play kink

drabbles under the cut :P

Soldier: - Soldier knew about this kink long before he had started fucking you - he may be stupid, but he knows what an erection looks like, and you were always rock hard after watching him bash an enemy to death with his market gardener - so he decided to confront you, like any concerned teammate would - ARE YOU ATTRACTED TO ME, MAGGOT?", he pressed the shovel into your throat, backing you into a corner - subtly isn't his strong suit - "what the f..fuck..?" your skin crawled with arousal - you couldn't speak, let alone think with the rusted edge of the weapon tugging at your skin - "why do you ask?" you choked out, face flushed in embarrassment - Soldier shamelessly palmed your erection, "THAT'S WHY." - you groaned, jaw slack and eye brows furrowed. you expected Soldier to relent, yet he continued to stroke you through your pants. - subtly DEFINITELY wasn't his strong suit, and to be frank you were enjoying the way he was man-handling you - "I SHARE THIS...ATTRACTION." a sickening grin plastered on his rough features and his shovel pressing harder into your trachea - his body was so close to yours, backing you against the concrete walls of the base and forcing himself onto you - your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued to grope at your cock - "fuuuuuck Soldier p..leas..e..." your voice was gruff, the words seemed to be drawn out of you "PLEASE WHAT, CUPCAKE?" you didn't take him for a tease - "fuhck me!" you plead, throatily moaning at the cold, stinging sensation of the shovel cutting into your throat, your cock throbbed, the fabric rubbing your dick raw - you didn't have to ask twice, Soldier pushed you to the ground, ass up, knees scraping against the concrete floor, and market gardener pressed strongly between your shoulder blades

Engineer: - he would never admit it, but if he had a dollar for the amount of times he spent fucking his fist thinking about stuffing you with the muzzle of his shotgun, he would be rich - so when was walking past your room and noticed your door ajar, hearing the unmistakable slick sounds of masturbation, he couldn't help but peer in, hoping to get some new material - and when he saw you fucking yourself with a pistol and breathily moaning his name, he knew that he had to help - "hey darlin', seems like you were callin' out my name?" he knocked on the doorframe, smirking at the way you scrambled to cover yourself - "now don't you worry, y/n...i'm here to help," your face was burning - he positioned himself behind you, leaning against the wall and pulling you into his lap - Engie pulled the gun out of your puckering hole and began thrusting - your slutty moans, accompanying the praising whispers and sticky noises of the gun and your asshole meeting repeatedly, bounced off of the walls in your bedroom - Engie, feeling the high from the moment and the power he held in his fist, clicked off the safety on the gun - you began to shake, adrenaline coursing through your veins and the fear that at any moment the trigger could be squeezed - he lazily stroked your cock with his right hand as his left drove the gun into you - even if he did kill you, you would just respawn with no memory of the last hour or so, but he wanted you to remember everything - it was all becoming too much for him, he could feel himself reaching climax as your writhing body pressed into his chest and crotch, and when he finally came, you came with him - ropes of cum lathered his hand and your bare chest, Engie was impressed, to say the least - but despite your joint climax, he wasn't finished with you

Sniper: - Sniper's hide site was in a heavily concealed room sitting atop a random abandoned building - where he was and what he was doing didn't matter, you had been targeted by the enemy team's Sniper, and despite the fact that from where he was perched you seemed clearly annoyed, he couldn't help but see the redness in your face as the other Australian cornered you time and time again with his kukri - countless backstabs from Spy, bonks with Scouts bat, nothing came close to the way your face would go beet when he held the knife to your neck before swiftly ending you - Sniper wanted to try it for himself, clearly you had some sort of attraction to him - and he would be lying if he didn't find the idea of forcing you to suck him off while holding a blade to your throat hot - he signaled you to come up to his spot, making sure no one followed you - "hey, what's up man?" you huffed, you looked exhausted - Sniper felt awkward, but the erection in his pants was unrelenting and the way your eyes met his with a sort of nervous lust didn't help - "on your knees." he simply stated, unsheathing the kukri from his belt holster - your face went blank, did you hear him correctly? was Sniper wrong about his assumption? - "oh god, you saw me with the other Sniper..." realization hit your face, and so did an embarrassed flush - you bashfully knelt, doe-eyed looking up at the New Zealander-Australian man - Sniper unbuckled his pants, his cock springing out into your face - he held the knife up to you "suck." he commanded, his face flush and his palms sweating profusely

[prettypinkporkchop]

-3 years ago-

Jake groans while standing up from fixing the new engine in his old red truck. "So, who is Bella?" You ask, picking up a tool and examining it. He smiles at you, grabbing it from your hand. "Just a childhood friend. She hasn't been here or really with Charlie in a long time." He sighs. "Is this someone I should be concerned about?" You raise an eyebrow. He shakes his head and then kisses your forehead. "Nope." He walks away.

---NOW---

Oh, but you should have been worried. He was up her ass. You went from a teen and in love to an adult and watching everything fall apart. All of his friends have separated. Jake and Quil are the last of them. The others joined Sam's gang. That's the last you've seen or heard from them. You moved away for a job that did not feel right.

You park your car in the driveway to your old house. Your eyelids are heavy, considering you've been driving for nearly seven hours. You barely slept the night before because of anxiety. The front door opens, and it's your old guardian.(can be anyone for you).

After settling back into your old bedroom, you climb in the bed and attempt to rest some more. "Y/n! You have a visitor!" You groan and push yourself up.

You walk towards the open front door.

Of course. It's Jacob Black. Short hair and a tattoo. You're not so surprised. You're not even mad about the teenage love drama anymore. You just hope the dude isn't in any drugs or gang related shit because of Sam.

You look up at him and lean on the door frame. "Long time, no see, Black." You smile. He just stands there, staring. It seems like he's in shock. His eyes are wide open, and his eyebrows are raised. "I know. I'm still super hot." You joke. Saying this brings him back, shaking his head and then smiling. "Hey y/n. Small town noise, ya know. I heard you were back, and I just wanted to say 'hi'." He tucks his hands in his pockets. "Thank you? I mean, not that I mind you being here, but why is it important to say hi to me?" You giggle awkwardly. "Also, I'm not mad. We were kids. But, how's your lady, Bella?" He sucks in a breath. "Uh, yeah, about that. She's with the weirdo Edward Cullen. They're married now." He chuckles.

"Oh, I'm sorry." You awkwardly say. Deep down, you're singing JoJo Siwas Karma. But, at the same time, you're over all of it. But truthfully, you don't care. "It's not a problem. I've learned some lessons."

"Yeah, which made you join Sam's gang?" You raise your eyebrow with a smirk. "It's not a gang. It's a lot more than that. No drugs like we thought. We are just helping people and each other."

You don't respond. "Well, how about we catch up? I'm sure my people would love to see you again." He smiles. "Eh, I mean, it'd be nice to see your dad. I just don't want to bring back memories I've worked so hard to let go of." He frowns, and you can see the guilt wash over him. "I have some things to say. I really think it'll be worth your time. Everything will make sense."

You think and then nod, "Okay. When do you want to go?"

He perks up with a grin. "Now, I mean, whenever you are ready!" He pipes up.

"Look who's back. Couldn't stay away from Jake, could you?" Embry nudges you. You roll your eyes. "You haven't changed a bit." You laugh. "Hey! That's the joys of being an imprint. The universe always brings you back."

"Embry." Jacob glares at him. "Imprint? What?" You look at them. Embry raises his eyebrows. "Oh. My bad, cuh." He runs away. "Damn it."

A couple weeks later:

"DAMN IT!" You scream and drop the knife in the sink. A stinging pain runs through your whole hand even though the cut is just your middle finger. Blood drips into the sink. You try to keep it away from the food you are cooking. "What? What is it?" Jacob runs to you. He grabs your arm and looks over your hand. "Oh, baby." He wraps a paper towel around your finger. He kisses the top of your head. "Are you going to be okay?" He anxiously looks over your face. You nod through the pain. It's not deep enough for medical attention.

"Come on." He brings you over to the first aid cabinet. He wraps your finger and kisses your forehead. "I'll finish cooking." He presses a quick kiss to your lips. You lean up and press a lingering kiss on his lips. One that he melts into. He presses your back against the counter and has his hands on your waist.

His phone starts buzzing on the table. "UGH. What the hell." He goes to see who it is. "Bella." He groans and declines the call. "She's been blowing up my phone. Something about Edward getting her pregnant. I don't know. I don't care. It's not my problem." He laughs. You smile at him and walk up to him. You grab onto his shirt and pull him down, attacking his lips.

He groans and bites your bottom lip. "You trying to tell me something?" He breathes out before kissing your neck.

"Mhm."