#Female cage fighter

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Alpha!Yuuji headcanons

A sweet anon sent me an ask wanting to know my thoughts about Alpha!Yuuji and my brain went grrr. Thank you!! I finally had an excuse to write about this strong and sexy Alpha with the sunshine smile and the knot so thick that it makes us sob ;) As you can see, I wrote this very shamelessly with my omega pussy lol but I hope my fellow Yuuji lovers can enjoy this self-indulgent piece too ;)

Pairing: Alpha!Yuuji x Omega!Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff, Omegaverse AU Word Count: 3k Warnings: 18+, omegaverse, smut, breeding, knotting, creampie, pregnancy, biting, a bit of rough sex when Yuuji is in a rut, slight lactation kink, praise, mentions of blood and scars. Yuuji has to kill to protect his pack. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact. Thank you for the star divider @/benkeibear. There is now fanart for this AU!! Thank you so much to @sandiaarts !!

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is the strongest Alpha in the city but never planned to become a leader. Until the former boss-Alpha dies and is succeeded by his cruel son, who puts the whole city under his reign of terror. That's when Yuuji's heroic instincts are triggered, and he decides to step up and claim the position as the ruling Alpha.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who you see for the first time during his fight for dominance in a back alley behind a nightclub where the packs are gathered to watch the fight that will decide who becomes their new leader. You get one look at this gorgeous pink-haired Alpha and already know he will win. Tall and buff, with firm muscles and a feral conviction in his golden eyes. A true Alpha!

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who wins the fight after just a few minutes. He lifts his face while pinning his opponent down, one hand on the man's head and one foot on his back. His golden eyes find you in the crowd, and you feel a shudder run through you, your Omega cunt slicking up just at the sight of this strong and brave Alpha. Your new leader, who you will submit to all too happily.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is so attractive with his boyish good looks and that muscular, powerful build. He has such a pretty sunshine smile but also such a broad, tall body packed with buff muscles. His skin is littered with scars that show the feral fighter he is, making him look so sexy and strong that it causes the most primal needs to awaken in you. You want to offer yourself to him, offer your slicked-up Omega cunt to him so he can breed you full of his strong pups.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who finds you later on in the nightclub, where you celebrate his victory. Who smiles sweetly when you congratulate him on his win. Who is so kind and easy to get along with despite how powerful he is. Who tells you he hates fighting, but since he is unfortunately very good at it, he thinks it's his duty to use his fists to protect the ones who are weaker than him.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who makes your Omega cunt throb with his words. All your primal instincts scream that you need this big, strong Alpha who is so brave and kind. You feel dizzy when you smell his enticing scent, filling your nostrils with its sexy, musky smell of wood and sunlight and the deep, rich aroma of ripe cherries. You gulp nervously as you tilt your head to look up at Yuuji's gorgeous face and see the same craving you feel mirrored in his golden eyes.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who mounts you only a few minutes later. Bending you over a table in the backroom of the nightclub, his pants and boxer briefs hastily pushed down while he ruts feverishly into you from behind. Riled up from the fight and exhilarated from the victory, needing to sink his Alpha cock into a willing slicked-up Omega cunt to come down again.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who fucks you like the leader that he is now. Who leans down to cage you between his big buff body and the table, interlacing his large fingers with your smaller ones while he fucks into you, making you cream again and again on his fat Alpha cock. His canines graze your skin as if he can hardly restrain himself from marking you as his mate right then and there.

+ Alpha Yuuji, who presses his nose against your neck and sniffs you, inhaling your scent hungrily and moaning against your neck, "Fuck. Fuck. You smell so good, baby." His big, heavy body shudders behind you while you feel him pulse his hot seed into you. And you know at that moment that you want to be his. That you want him to be your Alpha and your mate. You hope he will claim you one day!

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who doesn't pull out and leave after your needy fuck, like most new pack leaders would. Many of them would go from unmated Omega to unmated Omega to show them that the new Alpha has a right to take them now. But Yuuji stays with you. His big, broad body slumps against you, his muscular arms wrap around you, hugging you while he kisses your neck, sweet and caring. His seed and your slick run down your thighs in hot sticky rivulets, and your pussy twitches around his gorgeous thick cock, instinctively asking him for more, as if your Omega cunt is begging her Alpha to mate her and claim her for life.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who tells you that he needs to see you again when he finally pulls out of you. He turns you around, a large calloused hand cupping your chin tenderly, and he captures your lips in a sweet kiss before he lifts you up and places you on the table so he can clean your pussy with his loving mouth, taking proper care of you, moaning against your wet cunt how sweet of an Omega you are.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who keeps you close after that first night and makes an effort to get to know you. He buys you flowers and chocolates and asks you on dates, making sure to appreciate you and not just see you as a willing and breedable Omega but as a woman he cherishes and adores.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is such a good pack leader, kind and protective. He is so sweet to the little ones, playing with them and teaching them how to box so they can learn how to protect themselves. He also cares about the older members of the pack, telling them he looked after his sick grandpa for many years and, therefore, understands the struggles of the elderly and that they can always come to him and ask for help. He is a natural leader. A real Alpha. It makes him even more attractive in your eyes, and you catch yourself getting nice and slick for him anytime he is in the same room.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who makes your scent glands throb hotly anytime he fucks you, your body trying to lure him in, wordlessly signaling to him how bad you want to be his. How bad you want him to mate you. He growls brokenly anytime it happens and licks hungrily over your scent glands, making you cum instantly around his powerful Alpha cock.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is so sweet and caring that he tries to hold back as long as possible before he claims you. Who fucks his balls empty into your sweet Omega cunt and grunts and growls as he tries his best to stop himself from forcefully claiming you as his mate.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who kisses you in front of the nightclub that belongs to him now, smiling against your lips while his strong arms hold you so tightly, pulling you against his tall, buff body, offering you a feeling of safety you have never known before. He tells you he loves you while he holds you in his strong arms, and you almost cry from the happiness you feel.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who reaches his breaking point that night after you both confessed your love to each other and pushes his cock extra deep into you, letting you get a little taste of his knot, making you sob in need while he groans in your ear: "I want to mate you so bad, cutie. Want to make you my Omega. I can't hold back much longer, sweetie. Want to mate you and breed you and cherish you and give you my pups. Fuck... please let me mate you! Please be my Omega and my mate!"

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who waits for your consent even while his muscular body is shaking from the effort it takes to hold back before he sinks his teeth into your neck and bites you with a mating bite that hurts and arouses you at the same time.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who mounts you again to seal your bond with another load of his Alpha seed. He fucks you deep and feral, claiming his mate thoroughly, making sure you know how much he loves you and that he is yours now and you are his. He moans and growls and tells you he will give you his knot, will give you his everything for the rest of his life, while mounting you so hard and good that you see stars.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose knot is so big that you are worried you won't be able to take him when you feel the first swelling at his thick base. But Yuuji is such a caring Alpha and such a sweet mate. He soothes you with his low, sexy voice, whispering the sweetest praise to you while he prepares you thoroughly for his knot. He will give you his all, even if it takes hours to prepare you for his knot. He kisses you and rubs slow, tender circles around your swollen clit, loosening your cunt with several orgasms on his cock before he allows his knot to grow and plug you up.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who makes you mewl and orgasm instantly when you finally feel his fat knot plugging you up, claiming you as his alone while he moans I love you's in your ear. His calloused fingers rub your puffy clit, making you squirt over and over again on his fat knot while he pulses his hot seed into you, sealing your mating ritual with both of your cum.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who kisses you deeply and tells you how sweet and beautiful you are while he slowly slips out of you after a night spent mating you. You sigh happily, so content and happy that you found such a strong Alpha and such a caring mate. Yuuji stays with you for hours afterward, refusing to leave your side after such an intimate experience. He holds you tightly, lets you rest and sleep in his strong arms, safe and warm in your mate's embrace, knowing he will take care of you for the rest of his life.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is loved by his whole pack for his kindness and strength. A caring and protective Alpha. His large, calloused hands touch you with so much love and tenderness, but they can also deal the hardest punches against the ones who dare attack his pack. And if anyone tries to hurt his mate, Yuuji will see red and become a feral predator so powerful that his enemies will grovel before him and beg for mercy.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who won't start a fight without a reason. But he hunts down the ones who break the rules of peace and are cruel and dangerous to others. He kills if he has to, but it bothers him greatly to take a life, and he always seeks comfort and reassurance in your arms after every kill.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who comes back home to you after a deadly fight with bloody scratches all over his body, which will heal into a few more sexy scars that show his dominance and strength. There's a feral glint in his golden eyes, making them glow like two full moons, angry and unrelenting. The eyes of a powerful predator who was forced to unleash his fury against his enemies. A gaze that makes you moan and grab the bed sheets tightly, your legs instinctively falling open to present your panty-clad slick cunt to this strong Alpha in front of you.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who craves you badly after every kill. Who rips off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground, looking at you with that feral, primal need in his eyes while he opens his belt with one large hand, so riled up from the fight and ready to fuck his anger into the comforting wet heat of your sweet Omega cunt.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose buff body is bloody and sweaty from the fight. Veins standing out on his taut, flexed muscles. His fight triggered a rut, making his thick fat Alpha cock slap heavily against his firm abs when he frees himself from his trousers. The irresistible primal scent of his pheromones fills the whole room, making the slick run down your thighs even before Yuuji has laid a single finger on you.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who tears your soaked panties down, presses his face against your slick cunt, and growls wildly when he inhales your scent and licks up your sweet slick. He needs to fuck all his worries and anger into you. Needs you so bad to make things ok again. He growls a thank you after you tell him to let it all out on you, to fuck you as hard as he needs. "Don't hold back, Yuuji. I can take it. Fuck me as hard as you need, Alpha."

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who always fucks you harder after a kill. Using his strength on you and manhandling you with rough, calloused hands. He growls when he has you on all fours for him, with your cute ass in the air and legs spread, presenting him your pretty Omega cunt to claim and fuck. He groans behind you, low and feral, in full Alpha mode, giving your ass a hard slap as he splits you open around his fat cockhead.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who mounts you wild and hard, slapping your ass and fucking you with rough hard thrusts that go so deep that you howl with the most primal need and lust every time he ruts into you. He takes you in such a primal way, like an animal, hard and deep, while biting your neck and drooling all over your skin. He is so loud and feral, not holding back at all, fucking you unrelentingly from one orgasm to the next.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who only pulls out after he has exhausted himself completely, taking all his anger and pain out on your sweet, willing Omega cunt. You know that on those kinds of nights, he needs you to give him comfort, and so you pull him in your arms, hug him and cuddle him, and stroke his pretty pink hair, telling him he did the right thing and that you are so proud of him for protecting his pack. "You are such a good Alpha. And such a good man."

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who not only wants you as his mate, but also as his wife, giving you a double promise of always protecting and loving you. Now you wear his teeth imprint on your neck and a beautiful golden wedding band on your ring finger.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose need to breed is so strong that he practically begs you to please let him fuck his pups into you anytime he smells your heat approaching. Your fertile pussy always drives him insane, making him lick up your slick needily while shooting his first load all over the bedsheets and himself, unable to hold back with your sweet taste filling his mouth and nose.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is the happiest man ever, when you tell him you stopped taking your birth control. "I want your babies, Yuuji. Want to give you so many cute and strong pups, just like their daddy." And your man instantly has you under him, pinning you to the bed with his heavy, muscular body, snapping his hips furiously, shooting load after load into you while thanking you. "Thank you, baby, oh fuck, thank you so much! I will give you so many cute pups, my angel! Will fuck so many into you!"

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who always breeds you anytime he claims you, now that he knows you want his pups. He fucks to breed. He wants a whole litter of cute little pups with you. He moans and growls ferally into your ear while he mounts you from behind and fucks you with such savage, needy, and deep thrusts that he almost breaks the bed.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who loves to put you in a mating press with you all needy under his heavy buff body, your knees pressed to your tits while he bucks his hips ferally against you, going wild at the thought of his fat cock so deep in you.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who wants to knock you up so bad that he is in a permanent rut now, triggering your heat over and over again, making you so wet and horny for him that you can barely walk anymore.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who has so much stamina that when he knots you, his knot stays inside you all night. Slow rolls of his hips while he is in you balls-deep, shooting thick load after load of his hot fertile seed into you, his balls so big and heavy that they slap loudly against your slicked-up swollen clit, making you cum over and over again until you are delirious from it, babbling how much you need him, "Please, Yuu, please make me a mommy. Please gimme your pups, baby."

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who hugs you in his strong, buff arms and kisses your neck and lips lovingly while his knot is throbbing in you and plugging you up to keep his hot, fertile seed deep in you, breeding his sweet wife so thoroughly while praising you the whole time. "Look at you taking my knot so well. Fuck, I love you so much, cutie. I can't wait to see your belly so big and swollen with our pups. You'll be such a beautiful mommy."

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose seed is strong and fertile and takes immediately. He smiles brightly at you and hugs you tightly when you tell him you are pregnant. He goes out to buy materials to build a cradle immediately, so eager and excited to start his family with you. And then repeats the same thing a few weeks later when you find out he fucked twins into you on the first try.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is always very protective but gets even worse when you carry his pups in you. Who growls at everyone who comes too close to you, always ensuring his mate and pups are safe. Who leaves his scent all over you to keep potential threats away.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who goes feral when your belly grows. He loves you so much, and it drives him crazy with lust and love to see that he successfully bred you, making you round and big with his pups, with his strong and chubby babies. It makes Yuuji so hard to see you like that. He has to take you every night while he caresses your belly and kneads your swollen tits, already milking a bit of milk out of them that he hungrily licks up.

+ Alpha! Yuuji, who pulls out of your cunt and cums all over your swollen belly because the sight turns him on so much.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who kisses and licks you clean afterward before he rests his head on your belly and talks to his little ones, telling them how much their mommy and daddy love them. And he looks up at you with those gleaming golden eyes full of love and tells you, "And I also love you so much, baby. Thank you for being my mate and my wife. I am so lucky!"

+ Alpha!Yuuji, whose genes are very dominant, so all your pups will have his pink hair. But you definitely don't mind because it looks so cute when your twins are born with a soft tuft of pink hair on their little heads! Your pups are two big, strong boys with chubby thighs and cheeks and loud voices. Strong, just like their daddy.

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who is such a proud mate and daddy. He never gets tired of spending time with his wife and his little ones. He gets up in the middle of the night to feed and cuddle his little boys so his sweet wife can rest. He carries the twins around in his strong arms, showing them off all proudly with a big happy smile on his face, cooing at them, playing with them, and petting their pink hair. And you watch him with happy tears in your eyes, so happy that you found such a good Alpha and loving husband!

+ Alpha!Yuuji, who beams at you and pulls you against his buff, tall body to kiss you thoroughly. Who doesn't let you go again because his heart feels so full and his cock is already swelling again, knowing that you are such a good mommy and such a sweet mate. He needs to bend you over the nearest surface and mount you again until your cute Omega cunt is stuffed with his fertile seed again, making more cute little pink-haired pups with the love of his life.

FUCKKKKK HE MAKES ME FERAL!! I don't know why, but there is something about Yuuji that fits Omegaverse so well, in my opinion. My head is spinning!!! Thank you so much, dear anon, for sending me this ask! When I wrote my Sukuna Omegaverse story, I already low-key wanted to write for Yuuji (and Megumi) too, and you motivated me to do so!

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked Alpha!Yuuji and enjoyed this sexy little story!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!

[firelilyfox]

Deadly Eyes

Dune: Paul Atreides x female reader

Warnings: se&ual harassment / angst / curses / hateful words / comfort

If someone means harm to the girl he loves, Paul won't hesitate

Words: 1k

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You stare at the men and women right in front of you. All of them were looking at you with the same emotions pictured in their faces. Disgust. Outrage. 

Today was the first day after Paul announced your relationship to his people. The Fremen welcomed you with open arms… well some of them at least. Your roots lies with none of the big houses. All you know about your family is, that they were travelers who never lived at the same place for more than a couple of years. You are one of the Lost Ones. But when Paul rescued you from being tortured by the brutal Harkonen a couple months ago, you never thought about traveling somewhere else again. Your people always praised that the soul is a free from wich never settles and never find the one and only home. Paul changed your way of thinking. With him you felt at home for the first time ever. 

„The Mahdi can’t be with someone who is lost“, one of the believers growled as you were passing by. All you wanted to do was taking a walk and exploring the hallways of the Sietch, one of the rocky formations what the Fremen call their home. And now you are standing in front of a hand full of believers who are talking bad about you. 

A old, wrinkly woman hisses. „You don’t belong here, Lost One.“ 

You look at her fully blue eyes. The same color your eyes have turned as an outcome to the effects of spice everywhere. „Please let me through. I don’t wish for trouble.“ 

Now a young man steps right in front of you. Too close to be comfortable with. You try to move and bring some distance between the two of you, but your back almost immediately hits the wall. Your chest tightens up. This feels like a cage. A cage of people who hate you. 

„But you are trouble, whore.“ He couldn’t have been more than five years older than you, but he was so intimidating that you wanted to flee before he would hurt you. You still are one of the Lost Ones. Their are no fighters. Your people staying alive because they run for dear life when problems appear. That’s why the Fremen always looked down on your kind. 

„All your people do, is stealing and living in the shadows. You are not worthy to be here. Your are not worthy to be with Muad’Dib“, he grabbed your neck with a tight grib. „But I’ll find some use for u, don’t you worry.“ 

The others looked away while he is dragging you to a shallow corner at the end of the hallway. Your screams got muffled by his greasy hand and silent tears filled your eyes. The back of your head hit the wall hard and your vision flickers for a moment. Fear crawling all over your body, followed by the tip of his knife. You’re trying to beg for him to stop, but all he does is giggling at your helplessness. 

„I will show you your worth and after that I will give your body to the desert. I will…“ 

A voice is shouting at the near distance. „Where is she?!“ The man fearlessly let’s go of you and hiding his knife. You fall down on your knees as Paul rushes around the corner. Gentle hands pulling you up and you begin to sob, hiding your face at his chest. 

„How dare you to touch her!“ Paul growls at the man who is now lowering his head in respect for his Duke. 

„I did not want to bring any disrespect to you, Mahdi. But this woman damages you reputation. She is not worthy to be …“ but Paul cuts him off. 

„She is equal to me. I am who I am today, because of her. How dare you to speak about her like that?“ His voice became dangerously silent and you could feel under your palms how tense his muscles were. As you look around you discover that people have stopped and watching the scene with wide eyes. 

You reach up to gently touch his cheek, so Paul would look at you. „I’m okay, Paul. Nothing happened. I’m unharmed.“ 

For a moment the coldness in his eyes vanished, but as he looked down at your neck and saw the bruises … he was ready to kill someone. Paul kisses your forehead and it feels like that he needed to do it just to calm himself down, before he would actually cut a throat. His grip around your waist thightens but not in a hurtful way. You never felt more protected as right here in is arms. 

Paul turns his head slowly. A deadly look on his face. The man kneeled down in fear of his punishment. „I will only say this once and for all. Who ever touches this woman and mean harm to her, will be sentenced to death. Without exceptions.“ He looks around, making eye contact with everyone who is watching. „Spread the word. I will personally kill everyone no matter if man or woman.“ 

The Fremen quickly leaving the place murmuring and chattering. The message was clear. If you break this rule, death by Muad’Dip will find you. 

„And for you“, Paul looked down at the man who tried to do unspeakable things to you. His voice full of dark rage. „If you ever come near her again or look at her even from afar, I’ll break your neck.“ He gave two other men a sign to carry him away. 

„I should have known that something like that might would happen“, Paul curses. „I’m so sorry. I should have never left you go alone.“ His eyes meet yours and the deep sorrow in them breaks your heart a little. 

„You couldn’t ever have guessed that. This isn’t your fault and it’s not your job to see something like that before it happens.“ 

Paul pulls you closer now that the two of you are alone. „But is is my job to protect you.“ 

„And you did.“ 

He leans his forehead against yours, taking a deep breath. His body is still tense but his touch is so gently. „I don’t want to imagine what could’ve happened if I weren’t be here on time … I couldn’t…“ his voice breaks. This is the side of him no one ever sees. The softness and the vulnerability. To everyone he is the fearless Muad’Dib. But to you he is Paul Atreides. The man who owns your heart. 

„Then don’t. You saved me. I am right here.“ To prove your point you get on your tiptoes and kiss him softly. Paul cups your face with his hands, holding you so close to him that nothing would have room in between. 

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Thank you for reading! Comments, ideas & reposts are very welcome <3

[bpmiranda]

Request: So I’m thinking the first x-man movie when Sabertooth attacks maybe something like that where the reader gets hurt and Logan gets super protective and possessive Hmmm definitely in a Situationship lol and no fluff definitely smut I’m thinking she met him the way rouge did but she is older

Marks (Logan Howlett) nsfw

A/N: smut, protective!logan, possessive!logan, violent situation, 18+ female mutant!reader(invisibility), situationship, mating, breeding?👀

The moment Y/N took off for the snowy mountains, she knew she was screwed, but there wasn’t much of an option left. When she heard of someone who went by the Wolverine, an undefeated cage fighter who was the main attraction for a local bar, she had a gut feeling that he was like her. Maybe he could help. But he had refused.

“Do I look like a bodyguard?” He had scoffed as she approached him at the bar one night. Y/N frowned and he shook his head. “Listen, sweetheart, I’ve got something going here, alright? I don’t need you poking around and drawing the wrong type of attention.” And just like that, he had dismissed her.

Y/N had stuck around, however, afraid to continue on her own because she knew it would only be a matter of time before he caught up to her. Logan was annoyed in the beginning, but he could pick up on the uneasiness that she carried and, damned if he didn’t have a soft spot for pretty runaways.

He’d buy her a meal and let her sleep in his camper while he kept watch in the cabin, for whom, he wasn’t sure yet. But any girl who was willing to attach herself to a strange man for protection was clearly running from some really bad people. “Who’s looking for you?” Logan asked one night as they sat quietly in the truck while he smoked a cigar and she read a book.

“His name’s Sabertooth,” She sighed, closing her book and looking over at him. “For some reason he’s got it in his mind that I should be his mate, or something like that.” She murmured, as she looked ahead at the white snow gently falling from the dark sky. “I’m really scared, Logan. I can only hide for so long and I’m not strong enough to fight anyone on my own, let alone him.”

His heartstrings were being tugged at and he knew he was beginning to grow fond of her, but he couldn’t act on anything. Not while she was frightened and looking for a way out. Chances are she would try to leave the country and then what could he do? “I’ll take care of you,” Logan told her and she looked at him with wide eyes. “I’ll take you where you want to go. Get you somewhere safe.” Y/N let out a sigh of relief and she leaned over to hug him tightly. Logan chuckled and wrapped an arm around her waist, squeezing her briefly before letting go. “Alright, alright,” He teased as he took a puff of his cigar and she chuckled, her eyes slightly glistening. “Well, there’s no need to cry.”

“I’m just so thankful, Logan. I really appreciate it.”

They made plans to hit the road later in the week. He would win a few more cage fights to make sure they had enough money to get them where they needed to go.

It was an easy plan, too easy.

“Ready?” Logan asked her as he had hooked his trailer onto the camper, securing the restraints while she kept an eye on the tree line. “Y/N?”

There was something off. It was as if she could feel something coming and she turned to Logan with upturned eyebrows, a concerned look on her face. “I feel weird.”

Logan smiled and walked over to her, opening the passenger seat for her as he rubbed her arm softly. “Let’s get you something to eat, yeah?” He offered, holding her by the hand as she got into the seat. He kissed her knuckles softly and she blushed. “It’ll be okay. We’re gonna get you outta here.”

Once they were on the road, she felt more at ease. Logan kept looking over to check on her, his hand slid onto her thigh slowly and she smiled, biting her bottom lip as she looked over at him. “You’d better pay attention to the road.” She said, letting his hand rest there and Logan smirked.

“I am paying atten- ”

The was a sudden crash ahead of them. A tree had fallen onto the road and the camper came to a halt right into it. “Oh, shit!” Y/N yelled as they were about to tip over, but the weight of the trailer with the motorcycle on it pulled them back down. Logan groaned, shaking his head out and immediately turning to her, concerned as she gasped and held her head. “I’m okay.” She reassured him, looking at the tree and shuddering. “I think we need to run.”

Suddenly, Sabertooth shattered through the driver’s window and Y/N screamed as he grabbed Logan around the throat with his arm. “That’s my mate you’ve got there!” He roared before he dragged Logan out of the vehicle. Instinctively, she disappeared and quickly undid her seatbelt, hurrying out of the camper and falling onto the snow. It was sticking to her clothes and she swore under her breath as she wiped it off and hurried around to the trailer, searching for something to help Logan.

The two men were fighting, struggling against each other with grunts and growls. Y/N found a wrench in his toolbox and she turned toward them, breathing heavily while trying not leave deep footprints as she ran up behind Sabertooth and hit him over the head with the wrench. The animal-like mutant roared in anger and threw Logan straight through the totaled camper making her gasp. Sabertooth heard her, smelled her, and quickly grabbed at her. “Let me see you, pretty girl.” He laughed an evil laugh as she struggled in his tight hold.

“Logan!” She screamed, kicking furiously until she hit him between the legs and he dropped her with a pained howl. “Logan, help!” She yelled, crawling away only to be dragged back, her hands digging in the snow gave her away.

“You’ve been nothing but difficult, I’m done chasing you.” Sabertooth growled, throwing her against the fallen tree where she hit her head against the thick trunk.

Unable to focus on staying invisible, she reappeared in a crumpled mess on the ground. Y/N groaned in pain, her vision going out of focus as she felt herself being lifted up. “Logan.” She called weakly, trying to find him and seeing a dark blur chasing after her. There was a sharp sound that echoed in her head and yelling, slicing. The cold snow suddenly enveloped her in a soft hug as she fell unconscious.

When she finally came to, her head ached something terrible and her eyes screwed shut against the light coming in through the motel room window. “Hey,” Logan’s comforting voice echoed in her head and she hummed in response. “You okay, sweetheart?” His hand was on her knee and the other on her head.

“Where is he?” She asked groggily, willing herself to open her eyes to find him looking down at her with concern.

His clothes were stained with blood, but there wasn’t a single scratch on him. “He’s gone, but he’s not dead.” His thumb came up to her collarbone and she felt a faint pain from there. “I - uh - I had to mark you in front of him.” Her cheeks heated up as she sat up against the headboard and touched the spot on herself which she could only imagine was as purple as a plum right now. “It was the only thing I could think to do for him to stop hunting you.” Logan’s tone was apologetic and she felt herself smile at how protective he could be when he supposedly had not wanted her around in the beginning.

“I appreciate what you did for me, Lo.” Her hand laid over his which was still on her knee and she squeezed it. “I couldn’t have gotten away without you.”

Logan shrugged it off, his eyes searched hers for a moment and he moistened his lips before asking, “Do you still want to leave?”

Y/N shook her head softly, her index finger rubbing slowly on the back of his hand as she bit her lip. “No, I think, I’ll hang around.” She paused and took in a shaky breath. “Seeing as I have a mate now and all.”

His eyes flashed with something dark and deep and he lightly caressed her jaw with his thumb as he asked, “Are you sure? You’re not upset about it?” She shook her head and brought her hands to rest on his bearded face, her lips caught his in a soft kiss and he was quick to take over and crawl on top of her.

His tongue fought for dominance and she was happy to give in to him, letting him continue marking her and kissing areas of her body that had never been given attention quite like this before. Logan pulled her top off, sucked harshly on the top of her breast as he undid her bra clasp, and she shivered as the cold air hit her skin. Her pants were tugged off next and she wiggled out of her panties for him as he took a moment to admire the sight of her. Her nipples hardened from the drop in temperature and Logan pulled off his blood-stained clothes to lay his bare body over hers. The heat from him was more than enough to keep her warm and she basically purred underneath his weight.

“I feel so safe with you, Logan.” She murmured, caressing his strong back while he was biting another mark onto her shoulder. A small whimper left her lips and she dug her nails into his back at the sting of him drawing blood. “Oh, baby.” She sighed and Logan could feel her slick cunt coating his cock as she rolled her hips yearningly against him.

“You’ll always be safe with me, sweetheart.” Logan told her as he lined his tip up to her drenched opening. “You’re mine now, Y/N, I’m always going to keep you safe.” His shaft sheathed itself inside her in one motion and she took in a sharp breath as he sat full and heavy inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” She moaned, her body shaking lightly as she grew used to the size of him. Logan couldn’t keep his mouth off her, he littered her skin with small love bites, darker bites, soft kisses anywhere he could reach while rutting deep and slowly into her. Her whining and moaning fueling him and his desire to possess her, to protect her. “Yes, Logan!”

“All mine,” He grunted into her collarbone, inhaling her scent and his mouth watered from the smell of her arousal leaking out of her womanhood. Her legs trembled with the force of her orgasm and she mewled softly, submissively. “You’re all mine, sweetheart.” He groaned as his cock throbbed inside her and he looked down at her as if asking permission. Y/N nodded biting her lip as her fingernails dug into his bicep and the other tugged on the hair at the back of his head. “Fuck!” He grunted as his seed spilled into her core. His pace did not falter and he continued pumping into her, her brows furrowed from the intensity, her fingernails scratched desperately at his back, her chest pressed up against him as her body went rigid from the overstimulation of pleasure.

“Logan!” She cried out, her forehead resting on his chest as she weakly punched at his pec, her body trembled violently and he groaned in approval. “It’s too much!” She whimpered.

“Almost there, baby,” Logan grunted, kissing her softly while he roughly pounded into her, chasing a second flush of euphoria. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Wanna know only I can make you cum like this.”

Her mouth fell open as his tip kissed her cervix repeatedly, her sopping cunt allowing him to glide in and out at an impossibly fast pace and she felt the wave of pleasure crash against her once again. “Ah, shit!” She sobbed, her body writhing underneath his as he quickly followed after her and pumped her full with his second load.

They were breathless as they laid still connected while they came down from the high of their release. Logan had his forehead pressed against hers as he kissed her tenderly, lovingly with his hands tangled in her hair while she caressed his back, moaning so softly at the feeling of him over her, protecting her. “I give it three months before I start showing.” She murmured with a blush on her cheeks.

“Yeah?” Logan asked with a grin, his hand coming down to gently rub on her lower belly. “You think it’ll take?” She shrugged lightly, honestly unsure of how fertile she was, and Logan smirked. “We should try again to be sure.”

I am not very familiar with the mating/marking/alpha aspects of what I imagine is from the werewolf universe. This felt like a natural flow for the request however:) Let me know what you thought!

[euthymiya]

redemption for the suffering ft. wriothesley

contains: written with female reader in mind (use of milady as a petname), reader works at the fortress, fluff, minor angst and references to violence (wrio’s past), established relationship, banter and teasing

wriothesley has an impressive collection of scars. some say it’s only proof he’s a fighter—you think it only means the world had turned its back to an undeserving kid.

but the scars are still pretty, despite it all. the world is ugly and so are its people, but never wriothesley. he’s pretty where the smooth skin meets the raised, and he’s pretty laid on your chest with his arms caging you.

he’s also pretty in other ways. (ways in which only you get to see him, and you’d like to keep it that way. the world doesn’t need to see every pretty part of him.)

“you’re staring holes into my head, sweetheart,” he mumbles, face still buried into your chest. you roll your eyes, giving him a scoff and a nudge to the back of his head for the sake of routine.

you can feel his grin through your shirt.

“how would you know that? i could’ve been staring at anything,” you huff indignantly.

“i have eyes everywhere around these parts,” he says smoothly, lifting his head up as he gives you a smug grin. it’s a charming little thing, rough and a tiny bit lopsided, far from perfect but free of any flaws.

wriothesley works in funny ways like that.

“is that so,” you challenge, clasping both hands over his cheeks and giving an affectionate squeeze. (he pretends to be greatly inconvenienced by the forced pucker of his lips from your actions, and you give them a small peck as a reward while you giggle. he’s valiant, after all, in soldiering through your whims.)

“yes, of course.” his voice is a muffled reply, courtesy of the persistent squeeze on his cheeks by your hands. “i see and hear all that goes on in these quarters.”

“i’m sure,” you chuckle. your thumb brushes over the small scar under his eye, delicately tracing the harsh edge of discolored skin.

you don’t know a lot about wriothesley. it’s a rather complicated phenomenon—you’re certain you know more than anyone, but you’re hardly confident you really know much at all. it’s not so much that he doesn’t want to tell you, but more so that you never know how to ask.

you think maybe you should. maybe you should chalk up the courage and ask him how the rips and tears of flesh have come to be. ask him how long the new, healed skin has lived across his body and become a part of him, tethering the past to the present.

so you do.

quietly, carefully, with the gentleness of a dewdrop on a fresh blade of grass, you ask him, “who gave you this?”

he hums, closing his eyes as your thumb strokes over the scar thoughtfully.

“this old thing? ah, well, it was from a battle with a treacherous beast, you see. i was protecting the fortress like any good duke would.”

you snort, and he grins wider. it’s not exactly the answer you were looking for, but it’s a sweet moment all the same—he dodges but he never runs away. you know he’d never run away because he leans closer into your touch, eyes fluttering open as he stares at you fondly.

“wrio,” you whine, “are you always so unserious?”

“on the contrary, milady, i’m afraid i have to be rather serious with a job like mine,” he chuckles. and then, with a gentle sigh, his voice softens as he adds, “i got it when i was a teenager. while i was out on the streets.”

of course, as always, it’s up to you to make sense of the very little he offers, and it’s up to you to ask for more. you don’t think he’d deny you, though. not if it’s you.

“wow, anymore details and i could probably write a biography on the fortresses warden himself for all of fontaine to read,” you say sarcastically, pulling a snort from him.

he gives you an amused squeeze before delicately trailing his hand under your shirt, tracing the skin of your belly in slow circles of his thumb. maybe, if you hadn’t learned to read him so well, you’d think it was to be affectionate. but you know him—even if you looked in blindness, you’d know him. all of him.

you know it’s from the trace of his thumb across your skin, from the presence of your touch under him, that he soothes himself. keeps himself grounded. gives himself a semblance of peace.

“well if you want to be nosy,” he huffs with no bite at all, “i got it in a fight. it’s not uncommon to be a target of robbery when you’re homeless,” he murmurs.

you’ve always known bits and pieces of his story. you knew before you came down to the fortress for work, and you know even more as you slowly get to know him, as you begin pushing past the limit of friends and crossing the threshold of lovers. running away from his parents so young couldn’t have left him with the most ideal of living circumstances—you’d always known that.

but still, hearing him say it out loud fills you up with a certain wave of emotion. you don’t like to imagine him so young, so vulnerable. so failed by the world around him.

“did you win?” you ask softly, running your hand slowly along his back.

“no,” he laughs softly, “no, i uh…i lost. pretty bad, actually. he was way bigger than me—i don’t know what i was thinking.”

sometimes, it’s easy to forget that wriothesley was a child once. just like you. just like anyone. sometimes, when you look at the tall, muscular form of a handsome man, one that seems to carry himself likes he’s always one step ahead, it slips your mind that underneath it all was once an innocent child. one who lost his battles and fell every once in a while. maybe more often than that, in fact.

you hum, tracing the letters of your name along his shoulder blade with the tip of your finger as his thumb circles the patch of skin above your hip.

“at least you were brave,” you offer, “a little dense, maybe. but still brave.”

“oh a lot more than a little dense,” he grins at you. “it was pretty stupid. i quickly learned the hard way to choose my battles wisely.”

“maybe not stupid,” you say thoughtfully, “maybe you were just a kid. a kid shouldn’t know any better—not about fighting on the streets, especially.”

he stays silent at that, breathing slowly as your palm glides over the planes of muscle along his back. firm, broad, quick witted, strong. wriothesley is all of those things now—but you wonder how much of him became this way because he had to be. because he wasn’t before and it cost him until he was.

it leaves a dull ache somewhere in your ribcage, somewhere suspiciously close to your beating heart.

“i knew better. well, eventually,” he adds that last part a little bitterly.

wriothesley is good at taking care of himself. he can throw a punch without breaking his thumb, and he can certainly dodge if a punch is coming his way instead. but you wonder if he’s ever been taken care of outside of that. if outside of quick witted survival and a firm hand to throw, he’s known anything else. anything more giving and less taking.

anything soft and honest outside of the usual harsh and deceitful.

“baby?” you ask quietly, making him hum in response, “you weren’t stupid,” you tell him. because he deserves to know—even if it’s years too late, he should hear it.

he chuckles, lifting his head from your chest as he stares at you with a quirked brow, a mix of amusement and wonder written on his face.

“yeah? you think so?”

“i know so,” you nod seriously, cupping his cheeks, “i mean it wriothesley.”

“you’re that serious, huh? the full name means we’re talking business,” he sighs.

and you know him—even with unfilled blanks and unanswered questions, you know him. always. you know the tight smile and carefully crafted confidence that hides away the delicate child underneath.

you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, to the scar under his eye, to the corner of his lip—delicately on every part of him because none of him deserves to know roughness.

“you were just a baby,” you murmur.

“i was a young man,” he pouts. you smile fondly, shaking your head.

“you’re still a bit of a baby now,” you hum, pinching the flesh of his cheek teasingly, “the chubby cheeks never outgrew you.”

“hey,” he clicks his teeth, “don’t push it, now.”

despite it all, he slumps himself onto your chest once more, hand finding yours as he laces your fingers.

he squeezes. you squeeze back.

something in him heals at that—something young and sheltered away for so long, he forgot it existed.

“you’d win now, right?” you ask with a yawn, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as he breathes in the scent of you through your shirt. “if you fought him?”

“oh yeah,” he chuckles, “he wouldn’t stand a chance now.”

“good,” you grin, “i’m glad.”

when you remember that he was literally canonically a homeless child who learned that sleep made you vulnerable and susceptible to robbery 🥲 hoyoverse did not come to play with his backstory

[cobaltperun]

Lost - Born for this

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 4.3k

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-They just don't get it, I think they forget, I'm not done till I'm on top-

A fist collided with your forearm as you took a step back, mitigating the effects of the impact. The muscular woman in front of you had blood dripping from her lower lip, and a swelling around her left eye, but she still wasn’t giving up as she pushed on toward you. You lowered your guard, baiting her into growing more confident, only to pull her into a clinch and land two ferocious uppercuts right to her head. She pulled away from you, drops of blood from her nose falling between you in the process.

It was only a matter of time before you’d win. A good hit would end the battle, continuing your streak of victories.

Sometimes it felt wrong, seeing how much you sacrificed for this, but you found peace in a battle, you found the cure to your heart in violence, in the physical pain and fight that would make you feel more adrenaline than anything ever could or would. You felt lost, a lone fighter going up against life itself, left without anyone you could turn to if you lost. No, that wasn’t quite right. She just… wasn’t as present in your life anymore, she couldn’t handle seeing you after your fights, and one thing led to another. So, the only place that didn’t make you feel lost or trapped was, ironically, a cage. Somehow, that felt fitting. The only right thing in your life at the moment were these MMA fights and this was the biggest one of your life so far. The loud cheering of the crowd? Merely a background noise. The taste of blood in your mouth? Just another reason for the adrenaline pumping through your body. The pain you were currently feeling? Both from the exhaustion and the hits you took? That just made your body release endorphins. The opponent in front of you? Soon to be defeated.

A flurry of punches made the already exhausted woman step back enough for you to do a quick 540 degree kick, pushing her against the cage and making her knees nearly buckle. A feint ended the battle as you pretended to aim for a liver shot, she lowered her arms to block and realized too late that you pulled your fist back and spun around. You landed a spinning back kick to her side and she dropped down, unconscious. The beating of your heart slowed down as you took deep breaths. You took a moment to wipe off the drops of sweat and a bit of blood from your forehead, to come back to reality and come back down from the high of the battle as the adrenaline began slowly fading away. The cheers of your name were no longer background noise, you were no longer the underdog, you just won your second local title, proving the first one wasn’t a fluke. You could finally enter the next stage! Take on the world’s greatest female MMA fighters! The euphoria caused by the success was a fleeting thought, a steppingstone. The desire to keep pushing harder, to get stronger and better already settling in along with the anticipation of the next fight.

A reporter came up to you while you were still in the cage, with the belt hanging from your shoulder, and an easy-going confident grin on your face you had to admit you did look good.

“Another KO! Another undeniable victory! How does it feel?” the reporter, a woman that has been following your career almost from the start, seeing the potential in you, greeted you.

You offered her a smile, filled with appreciation for her support. “Amazing, I’d love to say the fight could have gone either way, but I can’t be stopped,” for a moment you turned to the crowd around the cage. “Isn’t that right?!” you raised your arms up, putting on a bit of a show. Trash talking and overconfidence was part of the job, it generated hype, and earned you money. Respect for the opponent was for the behind the cameras.

And the crowd cheered and booed, almost in equal numbers, some wanting to see you keep going, some wanting to see you fall, as long as they came to watch it hardly mattered, especially since living in Woodsboro meant you didn’t have to deal with either group that often.

“And what’s next for the Woodsboro’s upstart fighter, Y/N L/N?” the reporter asked over the yells of the crows.

“The world, of course! Sooner, rather than later I’ll come for the title!” you promised, not exaggerating one bit, that was your goal, the purpose, the reason to keep fighting. You would become the world champion.

“Your target is Anya Golubeva, is what I’m hearing. It’ll be a tough road, but you’ve never been stopped before,” the reporter encouraged you to keep going.

You smirked, knowing full well the current world champion, Anya Golubeva, was a fight that was still far away, and that she might not even have the title by the time you get to challenge her. “Sure, it’s about time someone takes the title from her!”

You kept chatting for another minute or two before saying goodbye and leaving the arena. Your coach, pleased by your victory, was right by your side, waving to the crowd and enjoying the attention much more than you did now that the theatrics were over.

“You’re going right back to Woodsboro?” he asked you as you walked through the nearly empty, dimly lit halls, your footsteps echoing all around you.

“Yeah, I’d rather be there right now,” you said as the two of you stopped by the doors of the locker room. “I’ll see you next week and we can go over this fight and potential opponents for the next one,” you patted him on the arm, really wanting to just take a quick shower and get in your car as soon as possible. The drive back to Woodsboro would take almost two hours, so the sooner you left the building, the sooner you’d go back home.

“Of course, you were great tonight! Keep doing what you do the best and we’ll be at the top of the world!” he was happy, much more excited than you were, and you couldn’t blame him. At least someone was appropriately happy with the success you were having. And it wasn’t that you weren’t happy, but considering you pretty much ruined your chances with Tara by choosing MMA, this wasn’t enough to make it worth it.

You doubted even the world title would be worth that, but those were the thoughts for the darker moments. When you were all alone, in the darkness of your apartment, unable to sleep and replaying the moment you lost her in your head.

~X~

The moment you got in your car you felt a sense of clarity, you no longer felt the high of the battle, just the sense of calm and peace. The drive back to Woodsboro was fun, driving was always fun, well, aside from the times when you’d get stuck in traffic, but that was beside the point. Driving was fun, but driving also meant not answering the phone that kept ringing as if your friends didn’t know you by now. The Babadook theme suddenly caught your attention, and you figured you could stop to fill up the gas tank, so, roughly a mile down the road you stopped and pulled out your phone and returned the most recent call.

You noticed it was a bit cold as you stepped out of your car, and you had to admit, the road to Woodsboro, surrounded by tall trees was a bit spooky this late at night. A few seconds later Chad’s voice came from the other side. “How come you don’t answer any of us? Hmm Champ?”

“Tara has a different ringtone,” you shrugged as you began filling the gas tank. Given how late it was, and that you were already relatively close to Woodsboro your car was the only one at the small gas station.

“Not fair, Y/N,” you could hear the pouting in his voice.

That made you smirk, as if you wanted to be fair when it came to Tara. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you weren’t even sure he heard you as there was a sudden commotion wherever he was. Probably at his and Mindy’s house. While your friends were deciding on who was getting the phone you wondered why you didn’t put on your jacket, because the chill night air and a bit of wind blowing in your face wasn’t exactly fun at the moment. Oh well, this wouldn’t take long, even if the short-sleeved polo shirt would get a weird look from the cashiers.

A few moments later the commotion settled down. “Hey, how did it go?” hearing her voice felt so damn good, especially since you didn't get to hear it that often lately. Tara’s question made you smile. She didn’t watch your matches, but you knew she heard how the match ended from Chad. She wasn’t asking about the match though.

“Let’s see, my lower lip got busted, but it’s really not that bad, other than that there’s nothing out of the ordinary, I’ll have bruises for a couple of days, and I’ll be sore but it’s the regular outcome,” if it was anyone else asking, you’d probably be annoyed, but it was Tara and you missed her. And even if you didn’t miss her, well Tara was Tara, you could never get annoyed because of her.

You could hear a sigh. A sign of disapproval and reluctant acceptance that telling you to stop fighting would only be a waste of her breath. You couldn't stop. You plain and simple couldn't. Not ever for Tara. There was something bigger than simple fighting here, you had an obligation to fulfil, even if deep down you desperately hoped it would be worth it in the end. “Could you pick me up? I’m at Chad and Mindy’s house.”

The question caught you by surprise, she hadn’t asked you to pick her up since two months ago. “Yeah, of course,” you glanced down at the watch. “I’ll pick you up in half an hour?”

“Great! Drive safe okay?” the excitement in her voice made you shiver, and not from the wind, in fact, you barely felt the wind or the cold at all.

“Always, Tara,” you reassured her, fully aware of how much softer your voice got when you said that, as well as how her breath hitched when she heard you. “I’ll be there soon,” you hung up, went inside the gas station to pay, and grabbed a kiwi fruit bar as well as a bottle of water. You paid and were back on your way to Woodsboro.

~X~

“A special ringtone? Seriously?” Chad teasingly accused the moment Tara hung up, even though she was still under the effects of your voice softening like that. Ever since four months ago you rarely spoke that softly to her, and she missed it. She missed the warmth, the gentleness, andit was all because you were respecting her decision.

Tara just shrugged, leaning back into the pillows behind her to appear even smaller, suddenly she found the snacks in front of her to be the most interesting thing in the room. She was just glad she remembered to put her phone on silent when you called back. It was a bit of an unspoken promise between you two, you had the theme from the Babadook as your ringtone when she called and she had a song from your favorite show (movie) as her ringtone when you called her. You didn’t even discuss it really, you just misplaced your phone one night and she called you and heard the theme, prompting questions from her since you did not like the Babadook enough to make it your ringtone. Even she didn’t have that theme as her ringtone! Sometimes she felt like she wasn’t fair to Amber, but you were you! You have been her best friend since she was almost ten, since that day in the rain.

You’ve been her, everything really, her best friend, her protector even when Sam was still in Woodsboro, her first love, but not her first kiss. When Tara thought of being loved, she thought of you, of being held in your arms. But you didn’t love her back. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. You didn’t love her back enough. You chose your career. You chose to be an MMA fighter and Tara couldn’t handle that. The idea of watching you get hurt, or waiting for you to come home with fresh bruises stopped her from telling you how she felt. It was one of the reasons she accepted and, to the best of her abilities, reciprocated Amber’s feeling.

“Forget the ringtone! She’s picking you up,” Mindy had the guts to give her a knowing look as if she actually knew anything. She had the guts to be giddy with excitement over something that no longer mattered.

“Good thing Amber couldn’t make it,” Liv’s taunt soured Tara’s mood instantly. “Shit, sorry,” and she noticed it immediately.

Tara smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s okay,” even if Tara loved you there was nothing but friendship between the two of you and if Amber was going to be unreasonably jealous that was her issue. Not Tara’s. She already compromised enough, she could spend a bit of time with you. She promised herself it would only be the ride to her place and maybe chatting for a bit, not for too long, since you needed your rest, but just for a bit. The thought made the smile reach her eyes. The smile vanished when a message from Amber caught her attention.

~X~

Chad and Mindy’s house wasn’t far from Tara’s. It was definitely within walking distance, but given how late it was, and that it was getting colder, getting a ride wasn’t unreasonable. Not that it mattered, you didn’t need a reason to spend time with Tara. You stepped out of your car, a comfortable car, not exactly built for speed, or off-road driving, it was perfect for you though.

“Champ!” Chad was the first to tackle you into a hug as you approached his and Mindy’s house.

“Hey buddy, take it easy, I got hit there,” you half-joked as you patted him on the back.

“Where?” the teasing grin on his face told you everything.

“Everywhere, you jerk, I was in a fight,” you laughed, stepping away from him. A brief hug from Mindy and a high-five from Liv wrapped up the greetings and congratulations.

“We saw, even Tara saw,” Liv pointed out as the four of you entered the house.

“Nice,” that’s when the meaning of her words finally hit you and you stopped. “Wait, what?” your jaw dropped as you turned back to stare at Mindy.

“Technically she was peeking through her fingers, but she saw the fight,” Mindy explained with that knowing smirk on her face. You glanced through the doors, watching as Tara was getting ready. She had her back turned to you, and you knew you were staring, but you couldn’t take your eyes off her. She actually watched your fight. “Come on you two, let’s take our place as the lovable side characters,” Mindy’s teasing was never going to end, not even now that Tara was with Amber. You just flipped her off, still watching Tara as she placed her inhaler and phone in her bag. You frowned at that. Did she need her inhaler? During your fight or after it? When you turned to look at Mindy and Chad they seemed to lose interest in you and Liv wasn’t much better as she pretended to admire a picture hanging on the wall. Sighing, you went into the living room just as Tara turned around.

Her face lit up and she jumped into your arms, letting you lift her up. “You okay?” you asked as she looked down at you. Her left hand rested on your shoulder as her right hand slipped behind your neck. The warmth of Chad and Mindy’s house was nothing to the warmth of her body in your arms.

“I am, don’t worry about it,” the softness of her voice, the adoration in her eyes, the gentle way she checked the cut on your lower lip, you took it all in, because it’s been too long since you and Tara were this close. For reasons you were almost sure had everything to do with Amber, you and Tara grew distant a month into their relationship. Spare inhaler Tara kept at your place? Amber had it now. Movie nights? Once a month if you got lucky, as opposed to at least twice a week before her relationship with Amber. Tara almost randomly appearing to hang out either at the gym or at your work? That seldom happened over the past three months. So, you figured you could be forgiven for wanting to hold your best friend just a bit tighter and longer than you did before she told you she and Amber got together. You could be forgiven because despite what you felt this was how you were as friends long before you figured out you had feelings for Tara. You could be forgiven because you would never do anything that would affect Tara’s happiness.

“Okay, I’m here if you need to talk,” you assured her softly.

Tara’s smile grew wider. “I know, Y/N,” you could see the reluctance in her eyes as she dropped her left hand from your shoulder and lightly squeezed your biceps, a silent sign that told you to let her down. You did and now the height difference of roughly eight and a half inches emphasized how adorably tiny Tara was compared to you. “By the way, a tiny change of the plans, could you take me to Amber’s house?”

“Sure,” you missed your chance, well, that would imply you had one. Well, you would have had a chance if you didn’t choose to fight. So, you decided there wasn’t a chance to begin with. The drive to Amber’s house was filled with deafening silence broken only by the occasional buzzing of Tara’s phone, filled with unspoken words, and filled with a sense of tension you hated.

As you waited for the traffic light to turn green you realized you haven’t given Tara the fruit bar you bought, so you reached for the fruit bar resting next to the water bottle in your cup holder and silently handed it to her.

“Oh,” you guessed she was surprised, but seeing as the lights turned green you couldn’t look at her. You could only feel the brush of her fingers as she accepted the snack. “Thank you,” she said, causing you to smile.

“Always, T,” your smile widened when you heard a muffled moan of appreciation at the taste of the fruit bar. She always loved kiwi, so you made it a bit of a habit to get her something with kiwi every now and then.

A few minutes later you parked in front of Amber’s house and Tara stepped out to greet Amber, the girl was already waiting by the road. They didn’t kiss though, because Tara pulled away before Amber could do that. For some reason, you had an awful feeling you should say something to Tara. It was a familiar feeling, one you normally got when you realized you were about to get hit but couldn’t do anything but brace for it.

Tara leaned through the window of your passenger seat and reached out for your hand. "Thanks, Y/N," there was that smile again.

"Don't mention it," you gently squeezed her hand as the silence turned from uncomfortable to pleasant and you just looked her in the eyes. Just for a moment, you didn't feel lost, you felt exactly how you felt before she got together with Amber.

A cough made Tara pull back and take a few steps back, choosing to stand next to Amber. “Good night,” Tara waved at you.

“Sweet dreams,” you forced out and drove away, the feeling of being lost came back, right along with that awful feeling that filled you with anxiety.

That night, the only reason you managed to fall asleep was the exhaustion in your body, and as the date changed from 22nd to 23rd you were plagued by nightmares you neither remembered nor could explain.

~X~

The moment Tara followed Amber inside she regretted not going home. Or to your place. She regretted it as she sat down in Amber’s living room, with her arms crossed and Amber clearly fuming. It was a familiar scene, a slasher horror movie playing on the TV to fill the silence, the dinner plate with a few crumbs on it, a half-drunk cup of milk, the usual scene for Amber’s living room when there wasn’t a party of some kind going on. “Amber, Y/N is my best friend!” Tara argued, hoping to prevent the argument before it even started.

Amber laughed, almost maniacally, at that. “Yeah, a friend! You never look at me like that!” she accused, already yelling.

“Yes, a friend, you know there’s nothing between us,” and she didn’t look at you ‘like that’. She knew exactly what look Amber was talking about, the longing look, filled with all her love and desire for you. She didn’t look at you like that since her and Amber got together. She drew a definitive line there; she would never make Amber feel insecure about their relationship. Tara made her choice, you made sure it wasn’t you, that was the end of it. You were her best friend, but Amber was a close second and Amber loved her the way you wouldn’t…

Amber slammed her palm on the table. “But you want to!” she screamed, her eyes wild and filled with jealousy.

Tara didn’t back away, she didn’t flinch, she just tried her best to keep her breathing under control without using her pump. Amber was angry, but Amber would never hurt her. Even if she tried Tara was confident she could get away. “I wanted to, and you’ve always known that! But that’s the point, I wanted to! I don’t want to anymore! I’m with you now!” she yelled back, tired of this argument happening again and again.

Amber took a deep breath, finally calming down, and that was all Tara wanted, she just wanted her girlfriend to remain calm. “I’m sorry, Baby, I just… You know how I get when I see Y/N,” Tara knew, she knew and that was why she accepted to create some distance between the two of you.

It got out of control by now, it wasn’t supposed to be this drastic, but Tara craved the love Amber was giving her, and she had learnt a long time ago that if people loved her, they expected something from her. Her dad wanted a healthy daughter, she wasn’t that, she was sickly and weak and needed to be cared for. So, he left. Sam was the same, Tara couldn’t be the little sister Sam wanted. Sam couldn’t be a normal teenager with Tara around, so Sam distanced herself and then abandoned Tara almost the first chance she got. Her mother was the same, because Tara was the one who tore their family apart. Because Tara clung too hard. Because Tara wasn’t good enough.

Amber was the same, Amber needed a girlfriend that wouldn’t choose you instead of her, Amber needed Tara to choose her instead of you, so Tara did that. That was the cost of Amber’s love. And Tara would pay it. And Amber knew it.

“I know, Amber, I just miss my best friend sometimes,” Tara sighed, a tiny voice in her head telling her you’d never make her choose, that you never once wanted anything more than what Tara had to offer to you. If there was anyone who loved Tara for who she was, without expectations, conditions, costs, or abandonment, it was you.

But you’d never love her the way Tara loved you. Why else would you let her get together with Amber? Why else would you accept the distance? You wouldn’t have done that if you loved Tara back. You fought for a living, so why couldn’t you fight for her?

“Y/N will abandon you Tara, sooner or later. She’s no longer your guard dog. The moment an opportunity for her career comes around, she’ll abandon you. I won’t, I’d never abandon you,” and as Amber sat down on Tara’s lap, Tara found it difficult to argue, especially since you kept winning, and with every win you’d be closer and closer to your goal. You’d leave Woodsboro eventually, searching for a better life, and Tara would be left here, unable to follow.

That same voice in the back of her head, the one that constantly told her to go to you, told her Amber was wrong. Distance made it difficult to argue. Distance made it easier for Amber to convince her this was the truth. In hindsight It almost would have been enough, but then you took hold of her and all of Amber’s efforts were immediately wasted. You nearly took hold of her one day too late, though, but even then, even as she was bleeding out on her kitchen floor, her leg broken, desperately crying out in pain and fear of the one who attacked her so brutally, she still only thought of two people as she barely clung to life. One was Sam. The other? You.

A/N: So, Y/N is an MMA fighter, honestly, I just want the reader to be reasonably capable of kicking Ghostface’s ass, so yeah, the reader is a badass.

Story Masterlist / Next part

[ozzgin]

I remember a show about pandas in a zoo where the keepers were watching the bears, expecting them to mate (they didn't realize when the bears were doing something, whether the pandas were playing or mating). And when the female panda gave birth (observed through the camera), she just lay down, ate leaves and a cub was born. Sorry.

Imagine that when a primal!reader gives birth, she doesn't panic or make loud noises (although she knows she's in the warm safety of that weird cage with the tree and toys, and predators won't come into her cave at the sounds of birth and baby), whether or not she and Pickle have any visit fighters, she goes behind a tree where no one is, or hides in a hollow tree and gives birth there. And then she grumpily shows the born baby to her partner and possible onlookers. The fighters and guards are definitely shocked and horrified. (I imagine Pickle taking the little baby in his big palms and wanting to show it to the sun, stretching her arms up to the sky and making joyful noises)

I’d find it extra funny if the birth happens right before the sneaky visit of all the fighters. Doppo and Jack hiding in the enclosure can hear some wet noises and just assume Pickle is probably eating or something, but it’s you casually sliding the offspring out. Then the rest of the men show up so Pickle’s attention is drawn to the noise outside. They have their little chitchat, Yuujirou breaks the security glass and in the middle of their tense exchange it occurs to them that a faint whine can be heard from the corner.

“Is that a fucking baby?” Is exclaimed and you just look at Pickle with the face of “Took you long enough to notice your own damn child”. Katsumi, Doppo and Retsu cannot look away faster in shame. Dear Lord, to think they just interrupted a literal birth. Yuujirou didn’t expect this and turns around, hands in pockets, minding his business. Same for Jack.

And then the helicopter lights flood in and Pickle thinks it could be some divine congratulation, so he takes the newborn outside for the blessing.

Your last comment tempted me too much so I doodled over the Lion King scene and made it extra dramatic haha

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Hey, hi! You have very cool works, I really like reading you and always wait for your works. Please, do not leave us here alone.

I have a question: what can you say about a reader in the Mortal Kombat world (yandere) who has absolutely no emotional intelligence (like me)? Which yandere would be the scariest for such a reader, and which ones are the softest?

I don't mean that the reader will be cruel or heartless, but he is simply not in tune with emotions and cannot understand what others are feeling. As someone who suffers from this, I can say that I often don't notice how someone falls in love with me, and sometimes this leads to awkwardness

P. S. Who is your favorite fighter, if it's not a secret?

A/N: aww thank you for requestinggg. This is so camp. I struggle with empathy and similar things too. I went a little more broad with it. Alsooolo between mk11 and Mk1 there’s a big personality jump with a lot of characters so my answer is different depending on the game. Hopefully I did this request some justice.

(P.S. Kung Lao is my 1 fave and then Johnny. For female characters it’s Mileena and then scarlett. I like them crazy lol.)

Characters: I only did the ones I actually care about lol.

Warnings: This is purely my opinion based off of my interpretation of yanderes. Please bear in mind that when I write Yandere, it’s at extremes.

Requests: always open

Masterlist

Safe Zone

Mk11 Fujin, Kotal Khan, Night wolf, Kuai Liang, Jax , MK1 Reptile, Raiden, Smoke, Baraka, both Liu Kang, Kenshi, both gerases

While you maybe aren’t intentionally trying to discard them or hurt their feelings, it doesn’t seem like it at first. Why are you so blank? How can you just shrug off a confession like that? Do you hate them?

Once they get to know you better by studying and observing your habits, they realize that this is simply the way you are. They are compassionate enough where they don’t really let it bother them anymore.

They have not only a legitimate love for you (under their deranged behaviors), but a lot of emotional intelligence. At their core, they have a bit more maturity on things like this compared to their counterparts. Especially Fujin and Kotal Khan, they’ve been here for ages and have dealt with many different personalities before. You’re not really the first person who has been emotionally shut off like this. Besides, it’s not like you’re showing someone else more love or attention than them so..whatevs

(If you do discard them for another person tho, they will raise hell about it and retract their compassion.)

They will be more direct and intentional about what they want and their feelings so it's not so confusing for you. I can also imagine them guiding and helping you understand them more by maybe taking a different approach towards empathy? Emotional intelligence can be improved and I think they’d be rather good at this. You might not be fully there on everything (depending on where this is stemming from) but you’d have a better grasp at least.

I will say though that at times they might get sad when you don’t initiate affection or respond emotionally how they’d ideally picture it. Especially if there’s absolutely no improvement after a while, they’d get manipulative. They’d make you believe you feel something that you actually can’t. Also might get a bit frustrated by your impulsivity, outbursts and isolation.

Danger Zone

Mk11Shang tsung,Kano,Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Erron Black, Hanzo Hasashi, Kabal, Dark Raiden,Baraka, Noob Saibot, Shao Khan MK1 Bi-Han Johnny Cage, Quan Chi, Shang Tsung, General Shao, Kuai Liang, Kung Lao

They. Do. Not. Care.

All of these men have a massive ego that needs to be stroked and inflated by you. They want praise, love and affection. They want 100% of you. Yes, that includes emotionally.

They really don’t care what the reason is for why you are ignoring their advances, you will reciprocate. Their demands will be met and you are in love with them. Fake it good!

I hope you’re a quick learner because you have to pick up on their cues. You should know exactly what they need and when they need it. Your words should be ever so carefully chosen and your actions should have much enthusiasm.

There is no room for your mistakes and accidentally offending them, you will be punished for it. Mood swings and impulsively can result in reactive behaviors on their end.

Don’t make any of your interactions with them awkward in front of others. It isn’t funny to embarrass your “lover” like this.

No. you can’t be self centered. They are the center of your life. No. You cannot hold grudges against them. You should always forgive their actions. Aaaaand no. You really cannot ignore/not listen to them. How dare you.

Wait…it almost sounds like they are just as emotionally immature. Nahhh. They’re worse.

Yeah there’s no room for your Low EL, they need you to be a stable sounding board or else this relationship is going to be far more toxic than anything you’ve ever seen.

They’re completely far gone, no amount of explanation can save you. They will use any means necessary to get something out of you that isn’t even there in the first place. You are going to be everything they imagined you to be and more.

Conflicting feelings

Ngl kinda wanted to put Mk11 Johnny up top because I just am stuck on the fact that MK1 Johnny is a far worse Yandere. Like MK1 Johnny is older, mellowed out and is very mature at this point…but then I remembered his younger self. His mk11 younger version would be far more menacing than MK1. Mk11 Johnny Cage’s younger self would come out of him during his obsession. He can’t help but be an absolute asshat and forget all about his growth when it comes to you. Once a playboy always a playboy.

Kinda wanted MK1 King Lao in the top category aswell but…do I have to further explain. He’s definitely not as cocky and arrogant as his MK11 counterpart but he’s young, immature and impulsive. I don’t think he’d understand your low EL. It would drive him insane thinking that his darling isn’t reciprocating. He’d become rather aggressive and an egotistical monsterrrr in the process.

Kotal Khan really got me too because like he’s absolutely a lover boy but his heart isn’t as warm as it used to be.😭😭 debated putting him in the danger zone because there is so much potential for him to be cray cray but rewatching him and Jade interacting with each other made me choose the softer route. I think once he realizes you are just emotionally immature he’s just unphased by you. Like I can’t see him being that upset by his darling or something like that?? He’d be patient and understanding. He might’ve once been just like you but with time and age, he changed. So can you. Maybe I’m just being too generous?

Dark Raiden. I mean Raiden himself isn’t very intelligent when it comes to emotions. He’s goal and logically focused so I think he’d understand you. BUT what made me change my opinion was that dark! Raiden is completely corrupted and so is his way of thinking. He’s twisted and probably can’t really register your low EL. I think he’d perceive it as you being purposefully defiant towards him.

Mk1 Kuai Liang. People make him super soft and cuddly but Idk I feel like if I’m putting Bi-Han in the danger zone that it makes sense for his brother to be. They grew up in the same environment and Kuai is shown having similar or even worse traits to him. I don’t think he’s a saint. Smoke stands out more to me as someone who’d be softer. His voice lines and personality reflects that.

How do I even tag this 😩

[kataraslove]

how do you feel about people saying Katara post the show was just a “house wife” and a “baby maker”? I personally think it’s super stupid and fucked up…while I do understand the criticisms for the comics ESPECIALLY the promise. TLOK criticisms for her character are pretty damn dumb to me…honestly the only thing I can get is the critical for her not being at Jinoras ceremony.

something that the original show does really well is present the dichotomy of katara; she's hot-headed, stubborn, determined, argumentative, protective, a fighter and a warrior. at the same time, however, she's presented as compassionate, kind, caring, nurturing, a healer. atla does an incredible job to avoid caging katara into one facet, unlike other media that tend to restrict their female characters who present feminine personalities into the group's resident healer/mother teresa figure. fighting and healing are core tenets of her identity. she uses both of these aspects of her identity to win the war, to save the lives of her friends and family, and most importantly, connect to and honour her decimated culture.

i don't think tlok makes an attempt to capture the fighter aspect of her identify, hence where the argument that "she was reduced to a healer" comes from. yes, she's incredibly old. yes, she deserves to rest after a lifetime of fighting. however, you could make the argument that toph and zuko are still in active combat mode during their old years. it's an all or nothing scenario; either everyone in the remaining gaang deserves a fight scene or no one gets one. so i can see where that criticism stems from. however, much of the criticism also stems from the fandom's refusal to correlate power with healing; to see how being a healer is an honour in it's own right, especially in the atla world where it's the equivalent to being a doctor (and katara would be the most renowned doctor there is).

katara does not deserve a shoe-horned fight scene where she's going to be tossed down in the snow five seconds later (like zuko) or where she's going to complain about her back problems (like toph). i can go on and on about how toph’s depiction in tlok is another form of sexist writing, but i think this post highlights it perfectly well and captures everything that i wanted to say.

if it were up to me to write tlok katara, i would:

have spent more time exploring her role in the white lotus. how much input did she have on korra’s training during the south, because i doubt caging her up until she’s 17 and delaying her spiritual journey is something that katara necessarily would have agreed with. i imagine that she would have (should have, at least) a lot of sway in the decisions surrounding korra as a world leader and legendary hero [per avatar legends]. if not that, even as korra’s waterbending master, the companion and spouse of the previous avatar, and the mother of the only airbending master in the world, would be enough to earn her decision-making title.

actually have her take part in the council of elders, especially during the civil war in book 2. no bryan konientzko, a tumblr post explaining that you can see her on the council of elders while your show is airing isn’t enough. we should have gotten katara’s perspective on the independence war currently happening with her tribe. particularly, it would have been an excellent opportunity showcasing her leadership abilities that we saw in imprisoned and the painted lady, encouraging her tribe to fight for their justice and independence.

expand upon her relationships with her children and grandchildren. yes, the legend of korra isn’t about katara or any of the former gaang members. but jinora, tenzin, kya, and bumi are all important characters that should be defined by their respective relationships with katara, much like how they’re defined by their relationships with aang. bryan and mike shy away from featuring former members of the gaang to avoid nostalgia bait, but there comes a point when deliberately avoiding the presence that your original characters play on their successors ends up hindering the success of your show. i think katara should be a critical character in the subplot between her and aang’s children, providing her perspectives on her husband’s parenting and relationships with their children.

have her actually leave the southern water tribe. if toph can leave the swamp to stop kuvira, and zuko can leave the fire nation to stop the red lotus, then why was katara constantly portrayed in the southern water tribe? there was an excellent opportunity to have her attend her granddaughter’s air mastering ceremony. i actually disagree with claims that the writers were avoiding having katara and zuko in the same scene specifically because of zutara; i think they didn’t want any of the former gaang in the same place. hence why we don’t ever have zuko and toph meet, or katara and toph (i know toph mentions katara by name, but i truly believe that that was a throwaway line serving as a substitute to appease the audience’s thirst for old gaang interaction. kind of like a, “here you go!! toph mentions her. now shut the fuck up.”)

give her a statue representing her bravery, courage, and determination. this one’s self-explanatory.

she didn’t need to be present at the bloodbending trial if the focus was for the avatar to take away yakone’s bending (and her being a bloodbender, i mean.. there’s NO WAY for anyone else to suspend yakone if she’s there). but i do believe the show should have mentioned something about katara not being able to there last-minute, due to tensions in the south or whatever, and how they cannot delay yakone’s trial even by one week.

i disagree with criticisms that katara became a “baby-making machine” for the air nomads. there’s no substantial support that katara and aang had children solely to repopulate the air nomads. there’s contrary evidence, in fact:

tenzin was the only airbender. if katara’s purpose was to serve simply as a baby maker, aang would have tried to have more children. from a writing standpoint, i think the narrative would have gone out of its way to portray kataang’s family as only having airbenders, or having more airbenders than non-benders or waterbenders.

we would have seen a lot more children in a relatively short time period. bumi, kya, and tenzin have sporadic age gaps, indicating that their conception wasn’t really at an urgent pace, but something that katara and aang took their time with, due to life events and circumstances.

as for whether the show turned katara into a “baby-maker,” by highlighting her family relations over her career prospects, i disagree. i don’t think we’re shown anything about katara in the legend of korra; i think we’re presented with limited information about her on all aspects. from a family perspective, all we know is that she had three children with aang. the narrative goes one step further to even separate her from the family conflict, such that the cloudbabies do not pull her into their grievances with their father and childhoods. kya and bumi’s overall arcs are about embracing their father’s legacy, while tenzin’s arc is about moving away from his shadow. from a career perspective, we know that katara at some point banned bloodbending, became one of the best waterbenders and the greatest healer in the world, then trained korra. in fact, katara’s relationship that is given the most narrative weight is her relationship with korra. i can understand if people’s criticisms are her being reduced to korra’s mentor and a healer, but i will not be able to understand the baby-maker or housewife claims simply because there is no proof.

if we’re examining tlok katara, i think there are many criticisms to be held, many missed opportunities and abandoned threads, but i do not agree with fandom extremes that she was ever presented as a “baby-making housewife turned healer.” i disagree with claims that tlok emphasized katara’s legacy as only having children (particularly her one airbender child). especially because tlok goes out of its way to separate her role in her children’s life, instead emphasizing her role in korra’s life. narratively, we get more exploration of toph’s storyline with her children than we get with katara.

as for the shitty gene yang comics that mischaracterizes just about every member, even momo and appa, i’ve got much to say on that. i think the only comic worth exploring is north and south, and katara’s portrayal in that. rather, there’s a particular criticism of katara’s portrayal in north and south that i want to rebut.

[redtsundere-writes]

Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mma fighter!sukuna ryomen x femalecoach!reader

Part 8. Fight For Me.

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Spynosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. Female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Warnings: Cursed words. Unethical violence. Sexual harassment. I only read it once, lmao Word count: 2927 words. A/N: Another Saturday, another chapter. I picked up studying Japanese again, so far so good. Any advice is welcome :) Hope you guys like today's chapter. :) Btw I made a PLAYLIST

That was the most uncomfortable morning of my life. I can’t get the idea that I fell asleep in Sukuna's bed like it was nothing out of my head. All I could do was to get dressed quickly to get back to my house before the morning training started. Luckily, I didn't see Sukuna on my way out, maybe he slept in the guest room… or so I thought. His penthouse was huge, there must have been an extra room for sure. Upon arriving at the gym, Sukuna just scolded me for being late as if nothing happened last night, so I acted accordingly. 

Cheers and praises flooded the arena as soon as Sukuna's anthem began booming over the speakers. Even though it was the last fight of the night, this was just starting. The sound mitigated with every step we took upon the intimidating octagon where Naoya was waiting for us after making his grand entrance. I was so nervous I felt like I was going to throw up at any moment, but I had to stay strong. This was not the time to act like a coward. 

The referee checked Sukuna's gloves and body for sandbags or anything out of place. During the inspection, Sukuna gave me a serious glare. He looked so calm for someone who was about to be locked in a cage to fight another beast his size. I had interrupted Naoya's lucky ritual and helped him perform his luck ritual successfully. He was sure he was going to win, but he couldn't let his guard down. 

Sukuna stepped onto the big stage and jogged around the perimeter so that everyone could admire his greatness. Naoya instead of watching him to analyze his opponent, was focused on me. His eyes were looking at me through the black fence, conveying a message I did not want to decipher. Sukuna had to beat him if I didn't want him to escape from the cage and lock me in his clutches. I gulped hard as soon as the referee approached them to give them the basic rules. It was time. I closed my eyes to pray to all the deities of the constellations, crossed my fingers and prayed that Sukuna's sign was lucky today. 

The bell rang and the first round began. People shouted in anticipation as the lion engaged the cheetah in a dangerous dance for dominance. As we had planned, Sukuna was taking his time with him. He was waiting for our common enemy to feel comfortable enough to approach him. Naoya took the bait as he slammed in on him with a pair of jabs, he was going right at his jaw to end the fight. “He looks different,” I thought as I watched him attack Sukuna without hesitation. He was desperate to win as fast as possible, even if that meant throwing away all his energy in the first round. 

Everything was being decided by boxing in the first two rounds, so far, we were going according to plan. Sukuna was like a fish in water, dodging every punch he landed and landing a couple of jabs that connected perfectly with his body, while Naoya struggled to take him down. There was a minute left in the third round when Naoya knocked Sukuna down with a spinning kick. The cheetah turned into a dangerous boa that attached itself to his body mercilessly. Its legs wrapped around his waist to put him in a neck lock. Sukuna tried to pull away from the cheetah's grip with hopeless punches and kicks, but Naoya wasn't about to let it go so easily. 

“Hold on, Sukuna!” I yelled in desperation amidst the howls of the fans. 

I looked at the clock hoping that the seconds would pass quickly, but it felt like an eternity. Sukuna was pushing away with difficulty the arm that chained his neck to keep from fainting. My eyes were on the verge of tears, the champion could not lose, not today. 

The bell rang, and the fighters walked away. I sighed in relief and rushed up to the octagon with Gojo and Yuuji to assist him in the break. Gojo put ice on his shoulder and Yuuji gave him water. 

“Change of plans. We must go to the floor,” I said. 

“What?” Sukuna asked me, taking off his mouth guard. 

“Naoya is desperate. He wants to win at any cost, it seems that this time he doesn't want to leave it to the judges. This is your chance to use his attacks against him,” I explained, but Sukuna didn't seem to be convinced. 

“I agree. He is fighting differently from before. Use your legs, they are longer than his,” Gojo intervened. With that, Sukuna nodded before the next round was announced by a beautiful ring girl. 

Naoya's eyes were on me as he prepared for the next round. I returned her gaze in kind, I wasn't going to let him bully me just because. The bell announced the fourth round and my eyes returned to Sukuna. After a back and forth of punches and low kicks, Naoya went straight at him. Naoya knocked him down, pushing him by the shoulders. Sukuna fell backwards with a loud thud. This time, time wasn't going to stop him. I had seen this attack before. 

“Push him with your legs!” I yelled so he could hear me as I ran around the perimeter of the octagon to get a better angle on the attack. 

Sukuna understood what I meant. With the inertia of Naoya's attack, Sukuna pushed him by the abdomen. I thought he would push him away, instead, he grabbed him by the arms and lifted him up to have him at his mercy for a couple of seconds in the air. I could see Naoya's eyes as he realized he had screwed up. Sukuna threw him to turn him like a helicopter propeller to put his leg between his arms and whip him against the floor. He caged him between his legs and kept pulling him by his limb to keep Naoya in a headlock. 

“Sukuna…” I mumbled in shock. 

Naoya was hitting him by the legs while trying to free his trapped arm. The referee was asking Naoya to get out of it quickly, or he was going to call the fight over. Time paused again as the scene unfolded before me. A king demonstrating his power to a rebellious knight. I no longer heard the people, nor my team, nor my thoughts. It was just my eyes taking in the facts, tasting those uncertain moments. 

Naoya was completely trapped, so the referee announced the end of the fight. I caught my breath and came back to my senses at the decision. Sukuna broke away from Naoya and slowly stood up to regain his posture. He looked at me through the fence and gave me a slight smirk. “Mothafucker did it,” I thought before a tear of happiness slipped down my cheek. We had won, I was free and the champion proved himself the best once again. 

I met up with the team to go up to the octagon to celebrate the victory. I moved through the crowd to give him a sweaty bear hug. I wanted to congratulate him, and thank him for giving his best as always, but I was so happy the words wouldn't come out of my mouth. I could only cry of joy on his shoulder. 

“Stop crying like a bitch,” he whispered between chiding teeth as he wiped my face with the towel around his neck. 

“Can’t I be happy?!” I scolded him between sniffles. 

“You're humiliating me. I can't have a crybaby of a trainer,” he complained. 

“I'm not...!”

My eyes popped open as soon as Sukuna connected his lips with mine in a sweet kiss in front of everyone. My cheeks turned the color of his hair and my heart started beating like crazy from shock. It was not a passionate kiss as he usually kisses me in the secrecy of his ritual, it was a tender touch in the middle of an octagon full of fighters and cameras watching us. Our lips didn't last more than 5 seconds connected, but it felt like it lasted an eternity. 

The sharp sound of something metallic woke me up from the moment. Naoya had hit Sukuna in the head with his metal water bottle before anyone could stop him. The arena gasped in shock at the unsportsmanlike attitude. Team Zenin pulled him back before he could land another misplaced blow. Yuuji, Gojo and Nanami lashed out at him and his coach for not being able to control their athlete. 

“How dare you kiss what's mine?! Let’s get back together, y/n!” Naoya screamed in a tantrum as he tried to break free from the grip of his teammates. 

“Are you okay?” I asked Sukuna worriedly as I put some ice on his bump. 

“Yes, I feel better now,” he said with a proud smile as he watched Naoya in emotional agony. 

“Naoya Zenin will appear before the official UFC committee for lack of discipline and unsportsmanlike attitude tomorrow afternoon for his actions after tonight's fight, but there are already rumors that he will be suspended for more than 5 years from all events,” The commentator announced. 

Team Black howled with joy at the news. My heart had finally calmed down after drinking a nice beer and chatting for a while with Yuuji and Megumi at the same bar we came last time. My mind was finally resting at peace after Sukuna beat up Naoya and explained to Nanami that the kiss had only been to get Naoya off her nerves. “Relax, that kiss didn't mean anything, it was just part of the strategy,” I thought as I remembered how intense that unexpected contact felt. 

“Aren't you supposed to be with the Zenins? Aren't they family?” I asked Megumi curiously to distract my mind from the strong palpitations of my passionate heart. 

“More or less. My father was kicked out of the dojo as soon as he challenged my uncle Naobito and beat him. The family could not bear such a breach of family honor,��� Megumi explained, not caring at all about the incident. “I never thought that Sukuna could lift Naoya with his body, it was really incredible. Did you teach him that move?” He asked me before taking a sip of her beer. 

I looked briefly at Sukuna who was chatting pleasantly with Nanami on the other side of the table. Quickly, he noticed that I was watching him. I turned around in time so that he wouldn't think I had been watching him for a long time and that we had only connected casual glances. “Why am I thinking like a lovesick teenager?”, I scolded myself.

“I didn't know he could do that either,” I agreed, to which Megumi looked at me strangely.

After a stressful day and a couple of drinks to counteract the body ailment. I said goodbye to everyone and set out to head home under the midnight stars. I smiled to myself as I replayed in my mind how Sukuna had cornered Naoya against the canvas. The sound of his bare back impacting hard played in my mind on loop. It had been a lousy day, but an incredible night I would never forget. 

“Where are you going?” someone asked behind me. I could recognize Sukuna's voice anywhere in the world. 

“Home, to rest,” I answered as I faced him fully. Why had he followed me? Whatever the reason, we were alone on the sidewalk, it was the right time to tell him how I felt. “You did amazing tonight, thank you very much.” 

“I just did my job, I didn't do it for you,” he said with that serious tone I knew so well by now, he purposely made it sound like he was annoyed. 

“I know you didn't do it for me, but I still want you to know that I owe you one,” I joked.

He didn't hesitate to approach me, I thought he would give me a hug or another kiss, so I just froze in place. Instead, he just handed me a silver key with a Team Black keychain on it. I inspected it carefully as I twirled it between my fingers. 

“You are going to live with me, starting tonight,” he announced as if it was nothing. 

“What?! Why?!” I was really confused.

“Naoya will probably be suspended from the UFC tomorrow and have to pay a stupidly expensive fine. Guess who he's going to blame for that,” I explained. 

“You?” I really didn't want to blame myself right now. 

“Do you really think he'd try to come near me after I beat him up on the ring? And I was fighting under the rules,” Sukuna smiled proud of himself for his performance in the fight. 

“Naoya promised me that...". 

“Naoya promised you that he would love you forever and not hurt you and look where you are. Just because you're innocent doesn't mean you're stupid,” Sukuna interrupted me and then turned his back to me. “You better be home by the time I get back,” he demanded before going back to the bar.

“Hey! Sukuna! What about my stuff?!” I shouted for him to stop, but he ignored me and walked into the bar without saying anything else. 

I stood still on the sidewalk while my fingers caressed the keychain. How could someone be so nice and scary at the same time? It was obvious that Sukuna wanted me to be safe, but the way he did it felt like he was doing me a favor instead of actually wanting to help me. “He wants to protect me,” I thought as I realized what he was doing. My heart skipped a beat even though he was no longer in my presence and my cheeks dyed pink just thinking about him. 

“Sukuna sure is a strange man…” I thought out loud as I went on my way to the penthouse. 

Even though I had entered his home before, I couldn't help but be surprised as I walked down the huge carpeted hallway. I arrived in the immense living room that shared the professional kitchen, the 12-person wooden dining room and the contemporary living room surrounded by huge windows that allowed me to see the entire city glowing in the dark night. What it's like to have all the money in the world. 

“I think I'll sleep in the guest room,” I said aloud to test the echo of my new home. “First I must find the guest room,” I planned as I looked at the maze I would be living in.

I avoided the entrance doors because I knew that one of them was Sukuna's room, so I had to go up to the second floor. When I got to the top, I could see through the large windows the indoor pool on the first floor, the bar with karaoke and the small zen garden that divided the rooms. “What songs will he like to sing,” I wondered curiously as I continued my search for my room. A little smile escaped my lips as I imagined Sukuna singing Single Ladies by Beyoncé.

I had finally found the guest room. It had a king-size bed with beige sheets, a small couch to watch TV, its own bathroom and a large empty closet. I dropped my backpack on the small white couch and headed for bed. Before I could throw myself out of exhaustion, I noticed a Victoria's Secret bag at the foot of the bed. My eyes widened as I realized the real reason Sukuna wanted me to come to his house. 

“That fucker is planning to fuck me tonight!” I exclaimed, offended. 

I couldn't believe it, I was really stupid for thinking that Sukuna wanted to protect me. I had escaped from the Zenin just to face a Ryomen. I am so naive for thinking he was different, but he was just another disgusting man who can't see women as equals. I really wanted him to be different. He only fucked me twice, and he already assumes he can do it whenever he wants. I wasn't going to let him. 

I took the things out of the bag to throw it in the trash, but stopped when I saw that it wasn't lingerie, it was a full set of satin pajamas. White pajamas with pink stripes in my size. I covered my face with it from embarrassment. I had misjudged Sukuna, he sure bought me pajamas after I fell asleep naked in his bed the night before. I took off my clothes to put on the soft and comfortable pajamas, they fit me like a glove. I smiled like a fool when I saw myself in the mirror. 

“How cute…" I thought out loud before throwing myself on the bed comfortably. 

Oh.

Quickly, I realized what I had said and stood still, staring at the white glitter ceiling. Did I just say Sukuna was cute? No, he couldn't be. He is a rude, selfish, impatient, serious, self-confident, independent, disciplined, strong, handsome, rich man... I couldn't fall in love with him. I was his trainer, his co-worker. I couldn't like him because he has an amazing body, takes care of me even if he doesn't want to admit it, and kisses me like no one else ever has, right? Right?! 

Oh.

I was in trouble.

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“PULL ON THE HEART STRINGS” CASSIE CAGE X FLIRTY COMEDIC RELIEF FEM!READER

SUMMARY : Cassie painfully has a crush on you and it’s obvious to everyone except you. But when your friends tell you, you tease the hell out of her. (Your ability is heightened senses)

WARNINGS : mentions of sh and sh scars

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In the original timeline, you died. Plain and simple. You died by the hands of Sindel when you preformed your greatest move. She died along with you.

Now the time rip had brought you three: you, Kung Lao, and Liu Kang into the present despite circumstances. You two spontaneously were alive now.

It took some getting used to. Being in a timeline completely different from your own but you had managed to find comfort in it.

Currently, you and your best friends were at the base as you were instructed by Raiden to help out the special forces as needed. You and Kung Lao were play fighting, messing around and Liu Kang shook his head as the two of you played.

Further from you three, Cassie was watching you in awe as you fought Kung Lao. You were easily winning too. Jacqui saw her best friend staring and shook her head. “You’ve been obsessed with her since she got here.”

Cassie scoffed at the claim. “I have not. It’s just…she’s literally the best female fighter. Hell, thee best fighter. I’m just amazed is all.”

“Amazed? That’s an odd replacement for love-struck.”

Cassie quickly shushed her friend. “Not love-struck! Just impressed.”

“Really? Okay.”

You and Kung Lao had stopped fighting at that point and were just laughing. Jacqui took that as her chance to push Cassie over to you.

Cassie lost her balance and almost fell when you quickly saw this with your fast reflexes. You immediately caught her, sort of bridal style.

Cassie’s hand was on your chest and you held her tightly. “Whoa. You know for a Commander you’re pretty clumsy.”

She couldn’t even say a word to you. She was just hopelessly lost in your eyes. You were the embodiment of beauty to her. She felt her heart skip beats. You didn’t catch on though and raised a brow at her. You heard her heart beating fast with your heightened hearing. “You okay, Commander?”

She hated the fact you didn’t call her by her name. Cassie snapped out of it and nodded. “Oh yeah. Cool. Cool as ice.”

You carefully picked her up and held her until she was at her feet. You let go of her. “Hey, you got anything to drink? I’m thirsty.”

Cassie took her soda off the table and waved it around in her hand. “I have this. But I drank out of it-“

You didn’t care and took the soda from her anyway. You quickly drunk it in front of her. Every drop until it was all gone. You then simply threw the can somewhere.

“You have to excuse (Y/N) as she has no home training.” Liu Kang said.

“Blah blah blah. My name is Liu Kang. Look at me with my fire balls and self righteousness. Blah blah blah.” You mocked his voice as you made a hand motion like it was your puppet for him.

Kung Lao snickered some while Cassie almost busted out in full laughter. Liu Kang crossed his arms almost offended. “I do not sound like that.”

“You kinda do…” Kung Lao trailed off.

Liu Kang huffed at the two of you and you smirked at him, sticking your tongue out which made him playfully roll his eyes at you.

Cassie was never this nervous about anything. Ever. She was always sure of herself so the feeling she had at the pit of her stomach made her uncomfortable.

She felt like you were out of her league. You were a powerful warrior and you were the best female fighter of Earthrealm. Even though she did defeat Shinnok, you probably would’ve done it with ease.

“So, Cassie. You defeated Shinnok? That’s a way better status than what Liu Kang did. He just beat up a sorcerer. Boo-Hoo.” You said while leaning on the desk.

Liu Kang gave you a look. “Apparently in the original timeline I would’ve killed Shao Kahn.”

“Yeah and after he killed me!” Kung Lao said. “Which by the way, you sucked at because according to everyone else - he came back after that.”

“Boys, boys, this isn’t a pissing contest.” Cassie told him but with a smug look. “But yeah. It’s true. I beat him. I’m a badass.”

“So I became a revenant?” You questioned. “Was I a hot one?”

“(Y/N).” Liu Kang scolded at you.

“What? I’m asking the real questions.”

Cassie was so caught up in all of your beauty that what she said didn’t mean to come out her mouth. “You’re always hot.”

The monks turned to her curiously, as they knew of her overwhelming crush on you. (Even though you didn’t know.) You watched as Cassie covered her mouth when she said that.

You didn’t take it as much. You just thought she was being a girls girl and complimenting you. “Sweet.” You saw Jax, the Jax from your timeline walking with a bag of chips. “Dibs.” You snatched the bag out of his hands. He gave you an irritated look and you flipped him off. He rolled his eyes at you before walking away.

“I’m just going to go over there.” Cassie pointed back to Jacqui and walked over to her.

You ate your chips like nothing was happening. Kung Lao gave Liu Kang a look. “Now can I tell her?”

Liu Kang shook his head. “No, Kung Lao.”

“I can’t keep doing this. I’m about to have a stroke.”

You looked at your friend weirdly as you ate your chips. “What are you about to have a stroke about?”

Kung Lao snatched the chips away from you. “You.”

“Hey!”

Kung Lao placed them on the table behind the three of you before looking back at you. “I refuse to believe you’re that naive (Y/N).”

“I love her Lao but…she is.” Liu Kang stated simply.

You stopped leaning on the table and turned to face them. “What are you dorks going on about?”

Kung Lao gave Liu Kang a final look and he finally nodded, motioning for him to say it. Kung Lao faces you again. “The Cage likes you.”

You scoffed as if it was obvious. “Of course she does. Where’s the surprise in that?” It was at that point Kung Lao flicked your head. You held your head in pain. “Ow!”

“I mean she has a crush on you, you airhead.”

“She does not…” You were about to say but then you started thinking. And then you put the puzzle pieces together. It made sense why you could hear her heart beating fast when she was around you. Why she would stutter and sometimes say things that came off as flirtatious but would immediately get embarrassed by.

You felt like an idiot for not seeing it sooner.

“Oh…”

You didn’t really know how to go about confronting Cassie about her crush on you. You didn’t really have a problem with her. You thought she was pretty, fun loving and adventurous. Honestly, Cassie was your type.

It didn’t really cross your mind to think of her romantically as you never really saw someone in a romantic light unless you knew they really liked you.

You were currently at the temple, meditating. You used to argue about doing such a thing but Liu Kang showed you the pros of meditating. When you tried it, it eased your stress away.

With your heightened senses, you smelled a familiar perfume. It smelled of cherries and delight. You didn’t need to open your eyes. You already knew who it was. “What brings you here, Commander?”

Cassie stopped in her tracks. She didn’t expect for you to guess who she was. “Wow. Those heightened senses really are a blessing huh?”

“And a curse. I smell Kung Lao all the time.”

Cassie placed her hands on her hips as she examined you. “I just came to check on you.”

“Oh you wanted to check on me?”

Cassie felt a familiar heat come to her face and changed the subject. “I didn’t take it you were the type to meditate.”

“It helps with the pain.” You opened your eyes and motioned to her to sit with you. “Join me.” You patted your hand on the other mat.

Cassie looked at you curiously. She didn’t understand how it actually worked but she would indulge with you.

She sat on the mat across from you. “So do I just close my eyes or-“

“Close your eyes and take a deep breath in and then take one out.”

Cassie looked unsure but did what you said. She closed her eyes and took one deep breath in and out. “Okay. Now what?”

“Think about what brings you peace.”

Cassie did what you said. She was trying to think. Actually, really hard but nothing was coming to her head. “What exactly is the purpose of this?”

“It enhances your emotional awareness, compassion and mental calmness.” You peeked your eyes open to look at her. “It is the reason why Mr. Chosen One is a very calm monk.” You said, referring to Liu Kang.

Cassie had peeked her eyes to look at you and snickered at what you said before both of you closed your eyes.

There was silence for a moment. Then Cassie had thought about what you had said earlier. “What pain do you have?”

“What?”

“You said that meditating helps with the pain. Like physical? Mental?”

You sighed a little, regretting that you had said that. But you did trust Cassie and you didn’t really make it a plan to hide your scars. A lot of people just didn’t notice.

“Look at my arms.”

Cassie followed your direction. She opened her eyes and looked at your arms and when she did, she saw them. It clicked in her head.

She carefully took your arm and rubbed on your scars lovingly. “How did I not notice?”

“I distract people by telling a lot of jokes. If you tell a lot of jokes then people won’t care enough to actually hear you. They just…they just think that’s what you are. A joke.”

Cassie peered up at what you said. She tilted her head at you even though you couldn’t see her do it. “Is that what you think people see you as? A joke?”

You bit your lip a little. You didn’t really want to reveal the most important part of history to Cassie but she made it so comfortable for you that you felt like you had to. “Liu Kang was not suppose to win the tournament the first time around. I was. Raiden did not believe in me that I could defeat Shang Tsung and Goro so he made me lose the challenge to Scorpion so I would be forced to be out of the tournament.”

Cassie was actually shocked. Then she wondered how the roles would be different if you were the chosen one and not Liu Kang. Would everything in her timeline be erased? “Wow. Do you hate Liu Kang for it?”

“Nah. He’s my best friend. I know it’s not his fault that he’s good.” You took in another deep breath before letting it out. “Everybody hears the jokes and after that they stop listening. But I guess that’s a good thing because when nobody expects you to be the best, when they go up against you then it’s an easy challenge.”

Cassie was similar to you. A fun loving free spirit but she definitely wasn’t exactly like you. She knew how tone it down and when to be serious. You didn’t.

You seemed to do it as a defense mechanism and Cassie couldn’t blame you there. I mean, she almost did the same thing.

“Sometimes I just want to disappear.” You said.

Cassie turned her attention back on your scars and rubbed all over them. You didn’t open your eyes still. You placed your hand over her hand that was on top of your scars. “Relax, cupcake. I’m disappearing yet.”

Yet. Cassie didn’t like those words. You could feel her having a frown on her face. You finally opened your eyes. It was only then you took in Cassie’s beauty.

She was absolutely gorgeous to you and you didn’t understand how you didn’t see it sooner. From her hair, to her cute cheekbones, to those pretty eyes.

You placed your right hand on her cheek and gently caressed her face. “You’re so pretty.”

Cassie wasn’t expecting you to say that. She didn’t even know what to say. Her heart started to beat faster and her forehead started to sweat.

You heard her heart beating faster and you chuckled a little. You leaned in close, your lips gently grazing Cassie’s. “You know I can hear your heart beating fast right?”

‘Ah shit.’ “Really?” Cassie let out a nervous laugh.

Instead of leaning in more to close the distance, you pulled away. You then stood up from the ground and held a hand out for Cassie to take. “Spar with me.”

Cassie felt her heart rate calm down a little. She took your hand and you helped her up. “Spar with you? I don’t know (Y/N). I don’t want to hurt you.” She joked at you.

You looked at her a little amused. “You? Hurt me?”

“Um, do I have to remind you that I’m the badass that defeated Shinnok? This is going to be easy.”

“Oh is it? Let’s make this interesting.” You grabbed your hand wraps out of your pocket and started to place them around the palm of your hands. “If I win, I want something from you.”

Cassie looked at you a little worried. “What would that something be?”

“That’s the surprise, sweetheart. What do you want if you win?”

Cassie was thinking a little. She didn’t exactly know what she wanted from you. (Well she did she just didn’t want to say it out loud.) Then she thought about it. “I want you to teach me See No Evil.”

See No Evil was a powerful move that you had come up with in kombat. Only very skilled fighters could mimic your fighting move. You raised a brow when she had said that. “I didn’t even know you knew about it.” You said as in the original timeline, you did not get the chance to preform the move as you were taken from it and placed in this one.

Though in Cassie’s timeline, you preformed it when you were battling Sindel. “You forgot about the crazy time jump. Remember?”

“Right. That.” You finished wrapping your hands. “Alright. Fine. Let’s do this.”

You watched as Cassie got into her fighting stance and you chuckled to yourself a little as it reminded you of Johnny and Sonya combined to be honest. You got in your fighting stance as well.

Cassie wasted no time. She immediately tried to kick you in the stomach but you block it. She then tried to hit you in the chest and you blocked it again. Cassie then tried to do a spin kick on you but you dodged it.

She huffed. This was going to be tougher than she thought. (She should’ve expected that from her idol.) She tried to charge at you and kick you again but you grabbed her leg.

Instead of throwing her off of you, you pulled Cassie closer to you. Real close so her leg was actually wrapped around your waist. You looked down at her, your right hand on her chin. “Is this the sum of the great Shinnok’s defeater might? I thought you’d be more of a challenge.”

That infuriated Cassie and you knew it would. Cassie kicked at your legs and then kicked you in the stomach.

You almost lost your balance but you stood on the ground. “Not gonna lie - the way you just did that was kinda hot.”

Cassie got a little flustered. Were you doing this on purpose? Flirting with her so you could throw her off?

She went to kick at you but you dodged it. She tried to punch you in the chest but you grabbed her hand. You made Cassie punch herself in her face.

Cassie fell to the ground and hissed a little at the pain. “Ugh. What the fuck.” You laughed slightly. Cassie stood up from the ground. “How are you so good at this? You’ve blocked every hit.”

You snickered. You were gonna win the match. You knew that but you’d help her out so she could get some confidence. “Remember, I have fast reflexes.” You walked over to her and got behind her. “You’re a special one. You use your legs more in kombat than your hands so I learn to typically block you there. Also, you’re just like your father. You get frustrated really easily.”

At this point you were directly behind her. You breath was directly on her neck which gave her goosebumps. Your hands wrapped around her waist. “You get a little nervous when you get close to me. Your heart starts beating faster. That’s how I know I have all the control in the fight.”

The way your hands were pressed on Cassie’s body made her go crazy. She just wanted to keep your hands on her forever.

But she couldn’t. She wanted to win to prove to you that she was ‘badass.’

Cassie elbowed you in the gut and then flipped you over on your back. She then got on top of you with her arm on your neck. “How’s that for control?”

You coughed a little at her arm being on your neck. Your hands went to her hips. “I didn’t know you were a top, Cassie.”

Cassie tried to push away the feeling she had at the pit of her stomach knowing you were only saying this to throw her off. “I’m not surprised that you’re a bottom.”

You laughed slightly. You switched the positions so you were on top of Cassie. “I kinda like this. Maybe we should stop fighting.”

Cassie wanted to so bad to give in but she knew (or more so thought) you didn’t mean any of what you said and were just saying that to throw her off her game.

She kicked you in the stomach, making you fall on your back. Cassie quickly stood up from the ground and you followed.

Instead of kicking so much, Cassie made it a point to change it up. She tried to punch you three times. The forth one she had landed a hit on you.

You felt your chest a little. You were a little impressed. It was very hard for an opponent to land a hit on you because of your fast reflexes. You got back in your fighting stance.

Cassie tried to kick you but you blocked it. She punched you in the gut and then kicked you at your feet.

Cassie tried to stomp on you but you moved quickly and swept her own feet, making Cassie fall.

You got up from the ground. Cassie groaned in pain before getting back up. “Did I tell you how hot you look in that uniform? Cause you do.”

Cassie now could ignore your remarks and went to hit you. You blocked the hit. She kicked you at your leg and you almost fell down.

She tried to punch you in the face but you grabbed her fist. Then you pressed her against the wall.

Your arm went on her neck and you started to lightly press down. “I would give up if I were you. The last time I did this to someone they didn’t enjoy it. You probably would though.”

Cassie felt the air get knocked out of her lungs as you sort of choked her. She tried to figure out a way to escape but she couldn’t. Cassie tapped on your arm as her way of tapping out.

You release your grip on her neck but you didn’t back away from her. You still had her pressed to the wall. “Who’s the greatest of all time?”

Cassie let out a laugh before slapping your shoulder. “I am not telling you that you’re the greatest of all time.”

“Don’t be a poor sport about it.” You looked at Cassie and noticed that she had a disappointed look on her face. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re still good. Liu Kang and Kung Lao can’t even land a hit on me when we train together.”

Cassie felt a little better that you thought she was good despite her losing. She noticed how close you two were and also noticed that you didn’t back away. “So…what did you want? You know your prize if you won.”

You brought Cassie’s chin up so she was looking directly in your eyes. “I want a lot but I won’t be greedy.” You did something that Cassie wasn’t expecting.

You kissed her.

Cassie had to snap herself out of shock and kiss you back. Her hands wrapped around your neck and she pulled you in closer to kiss you.

Your hands went on Cassie’s hips. For her being a Commander you were a bit surprised at how soft her lips were. They felt like Heaven to you.

The two of you continued to kiss each other but it soon turned sloppy. You took your chance to stick your tongue in her mouth and Cassie moaned.

“Oh my gods. My eyes. They’re burning! They’re burning!”

You heard a familiar voice. The two of you pulled away and you looked to see Kung Lao covering his eyes as Liu Kang shook his head at his dramatics.

You rolled your eyes some and backed away from Cassie a little while Cassie looked beyond embarrassed. “You’re so over dramatic.”

“It’s like I just watched my sister kiss her girlfriend.” Kung Lao said still with his hands over his eyes.

You prevented yourself from rolling your eyes again and sighed. “What do you want Dumb and Dumber?”

“Raiden would like to speak to all three of us.” Liu Kang said before removing Kung Lao’s hands from his eyes.

“Of course the prehistoric bird wants to.” You looked over to Cassie. “I’ll see you later, Cassie. Maybe we can spar again later.” You said before kissing her cheek and beginning to walk over to your two friends.

Kung Lao groaned in pain. “Ugh. Don’t flirt with her in front of me. It’s bad enough I see Liu Kang and Kitana.”

You wrapped both your arms around their shoulders and began to walk with them. “What is that suppose to mean?” Liu Kang questioned him.

“It means he wants to claw his eyes out when he sees you two painfully flirt with each other.” You said.

“We do not painfully flirt with each other.”

“Tell that to my eyes.” Kung Lao said.

“I cannot stand the two of you.” Liu Kang commented.

Cassie watched as you walked away from her. She smiled and felt the cheek that you kissed. “She called me Cassie.”

[cosmictapestries]

The fact that the response to Janet Cage as a character in MK1 has been overwhelmingly positive, especially with female players(and to the horror of the broflakes game wide) is proof positive to me Sonya Blade should have been base roster for MK1 and not just a kameo. It's a hill i'm willing to die on that excluding the strongest female fighter from Earthrealm was a massive mistake. She and Cassie Cage are badly needed in MK1(and yes, I've seen the datamine that says CC will be DLC.) I would LOVE to be able to run Sonya with Janet as a kameo. Total dream team❤️

[yuujispinkhair]

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

Your job is to attend to the best fighters in Boulder Town's Fight Club, and tonight your client is the outsider with the pretty golden eyes who makes you feel like you are flying through the galaxy anytime he smiles at you. So when your boss tells you to give the newly acclaimed King of the Fight Club a good time, you don't have to be asked twice.

Pairing: Caelus x Reader (female) Genre: smut, fluff Word Count: 4k Warnings: 18+, smut, sex work (reader works as an escort in the fight club), handjob, vaginal penetration, cumshot, cum-eating, praise. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

The room is filled with drunken laughter and loud cheers. The air smells of smoke and sweat. But there is always something else in the room too on fight nights. A certain feeling. The atmosphere is full of adrenaline, making your skin tingle anytime you are here when a fight takes place. The lights are dimmed except in the big cage in the middle of the room. The battle area. Spotlights illuminate the space brightly, so everyone can clearly see the figures in the ring.

Tonight the outsider is here again. He stands out with his silver hair and golden eyes. He is pretty. Though you aren't sure, you believe the tales they tell about him. That he is from another world, another planet. That he travels the galaxy. It seems ridiculous. But he really doesn't look like anyone from here. And there is this aura surrounding him, almost like a faint sparkle, strangely making you think of stardust.

Or maybe this is just the dust and sweatdrops dancing in the bright lights in the cage. Either way, Caelus is fascinating. You cannot tear your gaze away from him as he begins another round of fighting, twirling his baseball bat casually around his hand before taking a strong swing with it. He is dressed all in black. Black tank top, black pants, and black fingerless gloves. Everything is adorned with golden accents that glitter in the stage lights almost as magically as his golden eyes.

He is beautiful with his otherworldly looks. Very attractive in a boyish way. And he carries himself so confidently during his fights, swinging his bat with practiced force, his biceps flexing beautifully in the process, gloved hands tightening firmly around the bat, holding it securely in his tight grip. His long legs look enticing in the tight black pants, accentuating every firm muscle as he moves around in the fighting cage, chasing his opponents.

And there is always a grin on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. No wonder he is the new star. He has all eyes on him, making the crowd go wild, watching his every move. They erupt into loud chants of his name.

"Caelus! Caelus! Caelus!"

It echoes through the crowded space as the outsider walks out of the cage and to the small booth reserved for the fighters to take a short break between fights. You are waiting for him with a tray in your hand with cold water and a towel, tugging nervously on your little uniform with your free hand, hoping everything looks good.

Your heart speeds up as you watch Caelus come closer. He is tall with a lean muscled build. A fighter's body. His baseball bat is slung casually over his shoulder as he stops in front of you. 

You smile at him, pushing the tray towards him.

"Congrats on your win, Master Caelus! You are an excellent fighter!"

He smiles at you, face flushed from fighting, muscles taut and glistening with a sheen of sweat. He blows a loose strand of silver hair out of his face as his fascinating golden eyes meet yours.

"Thank you! But please, don't call me Master. Just Caelus is great."

He takes the offered water bottle from you and brings it to his lips, gulping it down thirstily. You cannot help but watch as he tilts his head back and swallows, making his adam's apple bop with every deep gulp he takes.

You wait patiently until he is finished and puts the empty bottle back on the tray. His golden eyes meet yours, a question in them, unsure what you are still doing here, probably. He is new here in Boulder Town, you remind yourself. He doesn't know yet how things work. And so you smile brightly at him, explaining,

"You are the new King of the Fight Club, so you have a personal attendant now. I am responsible for your well-being tonight."

"Oh... wow, that's cool! Thank you!"

He looks sheepish, almost embarrassed by the situation, but his boyish grin is back.

You nod and point at his baseball bat that is still resting on his shoulder.

"You are expected to let me kiss it before the final fight. It's for good luck. And for the show, I guess."

He only looks surprised for a moment but then laughs and holds the weapon out to you, golden eyes watching you intensely as you smile sweetly and lean closer. You carefully touch the baseball bat with one hand, fingertips brushing lightly over Caelus' hand, and press a slow kiss onto the bat. Your eyes never leave Caelus' fascinating golden gaze.

But the moment is over too fast. The crowd errupts into even louder cheers as they watch your little performance, and your boss announces the final battle over the speakers, followed by loud music.

Caelus pulls the baseball bat away, slinging it over his shoulder again as you tell him,

"Good luck, Caelus! I hope the win will be yours!"

"Oh, now that you are my personal good luck charm, I am pretty optimistic! Thank you!"

His face is alight with an amused expression, and he winks at you, tipping the fingers of his left hand to his temple in a salute before he turns around to walk back into the cage.

You have been working in the fight club for several months. It's not the kind of work your family would be proud of if they knew what you are up to nowadays, but it brings relatively good money, and that's all that counts to you here in Boulder Town. If being nice to the champions gives you enough money to stay off the streets and have a safe place to sleep and eat, you will gladly take it.

Most of the time, your job only requires you to serve the fighters, bring them drinks and food, and keep them light-hearted company after the fight. But on other occasions, you are asked to perform the special service. A little extra that is supposed to motivate the participants since it is exclusively reserved for the best fighters.

Tonight your client is exactly that. Not just one of the best fighters. But the newly acclaimed King of the Fight Club. The Champion of the Super League. The famous outsider, the boy from the stars, who fell from the sky just like his name promises.

You stand outside the metal cage, watching Caelus win the final round easily while the crowd screams his name. You smile as he runs a gloved hand through his silver hair, brushing it out of his handsome face and then pumping his fist triumphantly into the air as he gets proclaimed victor.

He grins broadly at you as his golden gaze catches yours across the room. His lips move, and you can make out the words even though the noise of the screaming crowd drowns them out,

"Thank you for the good luck!"

Your pulse is racing. Not just because the fight was exciting, but most of all because those golden eyes and that grin stir something inside you. A fluttery feeling you haven't felt in a long time, starting in your belly and spreading all through your body.

You feel almost high as you make your way to the small backstage area where you are supposed to serve the champion and take care of him after his win, with drinks on the house and your charming company.

You are preparing the drinks when your boss comes up to you with a satisfied grin.

"That boy is worth pure gold! Give him a good time tonight! The best special service you ever did. I want him to come back again and sign up permanently. We haven't had that many visitors and people betting on the fights in years! So what are you waiting for? Off with those clothes!"

Your heart jumps to your throat, but you nod obediently. Your fingers shake as you undress, almost making you laugh. You haven't been nervous in your job for a while. It's all routine by now. But tonight, it's different.

Because tonight your client is a pretty outsider with golden eyes and silver hair, and the most dazzling smile you have ever seen. And somehow, that smile makes you feel like you are flying through the galaxy, like you imagine tumbling through the sky and watching planets and shooting stars glowing and glittering around you must feel like.

You want him, you realize. This is the first time in all the months you have been working here that you actually desire the guy you are supposed to fuck tonight.

You enter the backroom with a racing heart. The tray with the fancy drinks you are balancing on your fingertips is swaying lightly with the seductive movement of your hips as you make your way over to the leather bench Caelus is sitting on.

The only thing you wear is the thin bracelet with a small charm in the form of a fist that dangles on your left wrist. Apart from that, you are completely naked, your nipples hard, and pussy already wet just from thinking about the boy with the golden eyes.

Those golden eyes widen as Caelus sees you. His mouth opens and closes several times as he stares at you.

You slip gracefully onto his lap, straddling him, leaning closer to put the tray on the small table beside him, making your naked tits brush against his shoulder.

"Um, what...what are you doing?"

He sounds flustered. It's cute. Usually, your clients are all grabby the moment you slip on their lap, taking everything they want from you without hesitation. But Caelus looks nervously at you, a deep blush spreading over his cheeks, hands hovering in the air as if he doesn't know where to put them.

You laugh softly as you settle comfortably in his lap, leaning back, straightening your shoulders to make your tits look especially tempting, all plump and pretty.

"Giving you the special service."

"B... but what does that mean?"

"It means I am here for your enjoyment. To fulfill your every wish tonight. Get you drinks on the house, get you food, give you a massage, attend to your wounds, and... everything else you might desire."

"Y... you don't have to do this!"

You grin as you feel the hardness pressing against your pussy through his pants, clearly contradicting his words. But when you slowly rub against it, gasping softly at the feeling of him, he shakes his head again, almost desperately,

"Really, I mean it! I know your boss gave you the order. But I would never want you to do that if you don't want it! I will tell him you gave me the best special service, but I would never want to take advantage of you like that!"

He is so sweet. It tugs at your heart. And it makes you want him even more.

You lean closer, fingers dancing delicately over the back of his neck, caressing his fine silver hair as you lean closer to press your tits firmly against his chest and brush your lips seductively over his ear as you whisper,

"But I want to. I want to fuck you, Caelus. Please let me feel you."

Words you have said before many times. But this time, it's the truth. This is certainly a novelty. So far, you didn't want to sleep with any of the guys you were ordered to give the special service to. You just did it for the money.

But tonight, you find yourself truly desiring the one you are told to satisfy. Never before did you find yourself craving a client. But here you are grinding against his bulge, your pussy already sticky from your cream, smearing it over his pants, making a wet mess on him.

You can feel his body reacting to the friction and the sight of your naked body. Can feel him growing harder every second, straining needily against his pants, clearly wanting you as bad as you want him.

But he is such a sweet guy, so lovely. Blushing profoundly and shaking his head,

"No, please I know you are just saying that because you have to."

"Hmm, and what about this?"

You take his hand and bring it to your spread legs, rubbing his fingers over your slick pussy, moaning softly at the feel of his calloused fingertips on your clit.

Your gaze meets his, and you smile at him before another moan escapes your lips.

"Do you think I get wet for everyone? That's only for you."

His eyes are wide, lips hanging open almost dumbly as he pulls his hand away again. But instead of pushing you off his lap and running, he holds his hand up in front of his face, a stunned expression on his pretty face, blinking at the mess on his fingers. He parts them slowly, watching in fascination as your cream glistens on his long fingers and slowly tears at the motion.

And suddenly, there is a shift in Caelus' behavior. A low groan escapes his parted lips, and he brings his fingers to his mouth to tentatively lick at your cream. Your pussy twitches at the sight.

When his golden eyes meet yours again, this time, they are burning with desire, pupils blown wide, only leaving a thin golden ring.

He looks beautiful. He looks truly like a King, like the starboy and champion your boss says he is. A beautiful visitor from beyond the sky coming here to enchant you. Coming here to fill the constant darkness of the Underworld with his starlight.

His voice is low and husky when he asks,

"You say you really want it? Really want to fuck me? Not just for the job?"

"Yes. I want you for real. Please, let me ride you. Wanna feel your cock in me, Caelus."

This time he nods, licking his lips feverishly as his calloused fingers land on your naked skin, running slowly over your body, exploring your curves while his pretty golden gaze wanders admiringly over your body.

He gulps hard when he looks at your tits with a hunger you rarely see. You press them together with your arms, making them look extra enticing. Caelus' hands are warm and surprisingly gentle when they grab your tits, cupping them and squeezing them, a loud moan spilling from his lips followed by a raspy,

"Fuck."

His thumbs stroke your nipples, circling them slowly, making you sigh and press needily against him. His touch is so sweet, so gentle and loving despite the circumstances. Despite being here in the shabby backroom of the Fight Club where you can still hear the noise of the drunken and riled-up crowd. Despite him being bruised and tired after several rounds of fighting. Despite you working here as an escort, expected to please the new star as part of your job and nothing more.

But he is so tender, so loving when he touches you. You melt under his hands, moaning his name as he caresses and kneads your tits, making your pussy throb with need, spreading even more of your creamy arousal over the front of his pants, where you rub yourself against his hard bulge.

Your trained fingers expertly unbuckle his belt and open his pants before pulling down his underwear just enough to free his throbbing hard cock.

He has a pretty cock. Long and very hard, with a prominent vein on the underside and a pretty pink head. His thick base is surrounded by short trimmed silver hair, so pretty that it makes your stomach flutter.

He twitches under your gaze as if begging you to touch him. You don't let him wait. He feels hot against your skin when you wrap your hand around him and start stroking him, so hard for you and already dripping with pre-cum. A gorgeous cock to spoil with your love.

Caelus' moans are the cutest thing you have ever heard, high-pitched and sweet when you stroke him thoroughly, pumping his gorgeous cock in your fist, starting at his thick base and going up all the way to his pretty pink tip, caressing it lovingly with your thumb, and smearing his pre all over him.

You catch yourself moaning his name shakily when you move closer so you can rub your wet pussy against his hard length, letting him settle between your slick pussy lips, hot and heavy, making your pussy pulse with desire, while your fingertips still tease his pretty tip and slit.

"Ah, please... please.. oh fuck! I think I'm gonna die."

You smile at his words, something you never did before during your job.

"You aren't going to die from getting your cock spoiled. You are literally the King of the Fight Club. You won against all those tough guys and robots. You are so strong and so brave. I think you will survive a victory fuck."

That makes him smile, golden eyes sparkling at you.

"Did you like my fights?"

"Yes, I did. You were very sexy. I was hoping I would be the lucky one who gets chosen to keep you company. I was hoping I could ride your cock tonight. And look how luck was on my side!"

With that, you sink down slowly on his gorgeous throbbing cock, gasping and mewling as he stretches you open, slowly slipping into you, so hot and perfect.

Your gaze is glued to his, looking deeply into his pretty eyes, marveling at their color and the bliss and horniness you see in them.

Caelus' strong hands land on your hips, caressing and steadying you at the same time, helping you ease down onto his hard length until you sit on his thighs again, skin against skin, his silver pubic hair rubbing against your swollen clit.

You are as close as possible to him. Your pussy is filled with his gorgeous hard cock, so deep in you that it makes you moan just to feel him like this. Just sitting on his wonderful cock, basking in the feeling of having him throb inside you, hot and hard.

You rock your hips experimentally, gasping at how good it feels when Caelus' thick cockhead caresses your sweet spot, making you see stars already.

He sounds breathless and needy when he gasps,

"Fuck yeah... please ride me, baby. Your pussy feels so heavenly!"

Your hands are running through his soft silver hair as you start moving up and down on his cock slowly, whimpering at the feeling of his swollen tip massaging your sweet spot.

His hands are restless on your body, wandering over your curves greedily now, kneading your ass roughly as he snaps his hips, meeting your movements, fucking needily into you, making both of you moan loudly.

And now there is no holding back anymore. You ride him for real, bouncing on his cock like you were trained to do. But tonight, you do it with extra passion, with all your devotion, genuinely intent on spoiling this gorgeous hot cock. Wanting to fuck him so good that he loses his mind, make him cum so hard he will never forget you and this planet. So that on all his journeys through the galaxies, he will still think of this night and of you and maybe one day return to you to fuck you again and again and maybe forever.

You lift yourself off him almost entirely, only to sink back again all the way, taking all his gorgeous hard length back into your tight heat, over and over again, bouncing on his cock at a wild pace now, tits bouncing heavily, fingers tugging on his hair. And Caelus meets your thrusts, fucking you just as hard as you fuck him, needy and feral, as if your pussy is his sanctuary.

He looks so pretty, long silver lashes fluttering, head thrown back in pleasure as loud unrestrained moans fall from his lips accompanied by mindless horny babbling,

"Oh god, oh baby.. oh fuckk fuck fuck yes... you fuck me so good! Ahh! Ahh, I'm gonna, oh god, I'm gonna cum! Where can I?"

Before you can answer him, he already pulls out of you with a loud, desperate moan.

His pretty golden eyes roll back while his strong fingers tighten on your hips, certainly leaving bruises this time.

His cum shoots messily over your stomach and up to your tits, hot and sticky, painting them white.

Caelus looks at you mesmerized, breathing heavily. Suddenly his pretty face is buried between your tits, warm wet mouth on your skin, tongue lapping hungrily at your tits, sucking on your nipples, licking his cum off you while he moans and whimpers and mumbles incomprehensible praises to you.

But you can make out some of the words,

"Sweet thing....so pretty....so warm and wet...so good to me.. spoiling me so good."

He takes one of your nipples into his warm mouth and sucks on it while his hand slips between your thighs, and suddenly, two calloused fingers rub your clit.

A surprised whine escapes your lips. No client ever kept going after they had already cum. They usually push you off, slap your ass and tell you how cute you are. The generous ones will tip you, others will tell you to get lost and leave them alone.

But Caelus is touching you even after he already spent his pleasure. His fingers rub your clit feverishly. You are slick with your cream and some of his cum, making it messy and almost clumsy how he massages you, but he is so eager, so loving and tender, and you find yourself sobbing with need, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck,

"You wouldn't have had to pull out."

"Oh? Not? Well then... oh fuck, you are so perfect!"

And with that, he pushes his still-hard cock back into you, taking you by surprise again. You mewl loudly, fingers digging tightly into Caelus' shoulders, marveling at the feeling of his firm muscles under your fingertips.

"Your pussy feels so warm, ah fuck! I love it! Wanna feel more, baby. Please cum on me. Wanna feel you cum on my cock!"

His voice is low and raspy. One of his strong arms is wrapped around your waist, holding you safely in place, fingers trailing soothingly up and down the small of your back. The other hand is pushed between your legs, caressing your clit enthusiastically, rubbing it lovingly, rolling it gently between two fingers. Every touch sends shockwaves of pleasure all through your body.

And Caelus' gorgeous long cock fills you again, so hot and perfect, so deep inside you. Caelus rocks his hips, groaning softly at the overstimulation, but he keeps going, wanting to give you pleasure and make you follow him over the edge.

You scream when you cum, face pressed against Caelus' neck, sobbing and crying from how heavenly it feels to cum on his cock. Heavenly, just like him. Just like his name indicates. You are cumming all over his gorgeous cock in long hot waves, hot and wet, cream pooling on his pretty silver pubic hair, soaking it with your sticky wetness.

You cling to Caelus, fingers clutching the firm muscles of his back, your naked tits pressed tightly against him, still sitting on him, pussy stuffed with his hot cock, unwilling to let him go. Slowly riding your orgasm out on him, not stopping even when your pussy is twitching hotly from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You stay right there on Caelus' lap, skin against skin, keeping him so deep inside you, filling you completely, exactly where he should be.

You can feel more of your cream dripping onto his balls and pants, messing them up even more.

A warm chuckle comes from Caelus,

"Now it's fair. I came on you, and you came on me."

His golden eyes sparkle at you when you lift your face off his shoulder, so pretty, so otherworldly. It makes your heart clench painfully. You don't want him to go. He is your starlight in the Underworld. He cannot vanish again like a shooting star.

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop yourself,

"Will you leave again? To your planet?"

You bite your lip. You shouldn't ask a client those things, especially not when he still has his cock in you.

But Caelus smiles at you, and suddenly his muscular arms wrap around you, hugging you tightly.

"I will probably travel to the next planet someday, but I have no idea when. But I know that I will be back tomorrow night for the next fight. And next month will be the new championship, right? I certainly don't want to miss that...and I heard there are even bigger events planned throughout the year..."

"So, I'll see you again?"

"Of course, you will. I will tell your boss I need your company for good luck! Will you kiss my baseball bat again before each fight?"

He looks at you with that cheeky sparkle in his beautiful golden eyes again, and you feel such relief surge through you that it almost makes you feel a bit dizzy. You laugh softly,

"I will certainly do that. Not just the bat, though."

And with that, you lean closer, closing the remaining space between the two of you, and press your lips to Caelus', meeting him in a slow deep kiss.

Thank you so much for reading!! Tbh, I have to thank Junya Enoki for this lmaoo. I said I didn't have time for a new game, but then I found out that he voices Caelus in the Japanese version. And now HSR is my fave game! I am having so much fun! AND I FELL HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH CAELUS! I had to write a little story for him! He is so cute and so sexy! I am constantly moaning anytime he says something, and when he fights omgggg, I am drooling!

I hope you enjoyed this story and that you love Caelus too! Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

I want to write a second part of this story because I feel like reader's love story with Caelus is just beginning, and I want them to have some more time together :)

[da-rulah]

I’m super sorry for bothering you and asking for sm writing 😭 but I js have like one..if and when you can , do you think you can write something about the papas pampering and caring for their s/o that’s on their period? I don’t really see much people on here writing abt the papas like caring or pampering their lover 😭 super sorry again!! <3

TMI but I came on my period yesterday and today it's absolutely debilitating so what better time to do this request...

Reader has female anatomy, but can identify as any gender.

Primo

He's an old hand at this. He knows you well enough by now to know it's coming when your mood starts to swing in any direction and you start to complain that your nipples are hurting.

When you're couch-bound on day 1, he waits on your hand and foot and refuses to let you stand. Anything you want, it's yours.

He hand picks flowers for you from his garden every month, and every month, it makes you cry. Stupid fucking hormones.

He runs you a bath with aromatic petals to soak in. He knows the hot water helps soothe the pain of cramps, and it makes him chuckle every time you sink into it and hum an "ahhh, good soup."

He's not a TV kind of guy, never has been. But he'll curl up on the couch with you in his arms and watch whatever trash you want.

Even with his arthritis, his fingers work their magic to relax your shoulders and release the built up tension in them.

Secondo

Listen, Secondo ain't scared of shit. Except your PMS.

He knew when he married you that you were feisty and he always liked that, but no one had warned him when you'd started dating that your PMS turned you into a psychotic cage fighter for two days a month.

By now, he's learnt what you're like and can curb it before it grows.

This usually means allowing you to burrow into his bedsheets and depositing an unhealthy load of snacks into your new cave.

He knows your PMS is calming when you actually reach for him to join you, claiming you need warmth when all you want was him close by.

Not the most affectionate man, but he understands your clinginess and doesn't protest when you curl around him like a monkey to it's mother.

Terzo

The week before your period is his favourite. Because you're absolutely feral.

And it's a damn good indicator of when you're due, so he can prepare as best as possible.

He's incredibly attentive to you and what you need and will unashamedly facetime you from the drugstore to ask which tampons you'll need, cracking wise guy jokes to make you giggle the whole time.

"You need the jumbo, sì? Because Papa is jumbo too, eh?"

He's a moron, but he's your moron.

You want rom coms? He can oblige.

His favourite is 27 Dresses. He weeps every time.

Copia

You were appalled the morning you woke up having bled through your tampon in Copia's bed.

"Amore, per favore, don't fret..." he was so understanding, didn't bat an eye. Just began to run you a bath and gathered the sheets to soak in bicarbonate of soda.

"You're not even a tiny bit grossed out?" "No, 'tis natural, eh? Don't be silly."

Cooks for you. Anything you want, he'll make it from scratch.

He'll ask you to blow him a kiss, catch it, then pretend to put it in what he's cooking. "Makes it sweeter, eh?"

He has a hot water bottle in the shape of a rat for you and you only. He calls it 'Rug rat' because it's flat and feels like a soft rug. You think it's dumb, but it makes you smile every time.

[docgold13]

Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Roulette 

The unscrupulous gambling maven known as Roulette was a greedy entrepreneur who would stop at nothing to make a profit.  She earned a fortune in the casino industry, used to finance a more high-stakes venture called ‘Meta-Brawl.’  This entailed super-powered individuals battling one another in no-holds-barred cage-matches while patrons paid huge sums to watch and gamble on the outcomes.

Many of Roulette’s combatants were super villains, such as Evil Star and The Atomic Skull, yet she made much more money when she could get a super hero to participate.  Roulette struck gold when she was able to coerce the Justice Leaguer, Wildcat, into being a contender.  Wildcat had once been a prize fighter.  As one of the oldest members of the League, however, he was relegated to being a trainer and rarely assigned field missions.  It fostered something of a midlife crisis and Roulette was more than happy to oblige in Wildcat's need to prove he still had it.  

Although Wildcat reigned as the undisputed champ of Meta-Brawl, his protégé, The Black Canary, was concerned it was all going to end in tragedy.  Aided by Green Arrow, Black Canary was able to convince Wildcat to give up Meta-Brawl and Roulette’s entire operation was taken down.  

When Grodd formed the Legion of Doom, Roulette suddenly found herself with a dearth of villainous participants for her new venue.  She, Lex Luthor and Sonar concocted a scheme to create ‘Glamor Slam,’ wherein they utilized mind-control technology to force the female members of the Justice League to fight one another in exclusive and highly lucrative matches.  

The Huntress investigated the matter and was ultimately able to bring the whole operation down, freeing the various Leaguers who had been mind controlled.  Roulette and Sonar were sent to prison and ‘Meta-Brawl’ seemed to be shut down once and for all.  

Actress Virginia Madsen provided the voice for Roulette, with the conniving villainess first appearing in the first episode of the second season of Justice League Unlimited, ‘The Cat and the Canary.’  

[sparrowrye]

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 17

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

Previous part

Part 17: now what?

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"Holy Hell toots, you kissed the big scary Radio Demon?" Angel came bursting through the healer's front door.

I casted wind to slam it shut behind him and made myself bigger with my wings extended. "How the hell do you know?"

"I overheard Alastor and Husker arguing," he answered, slightly taken aback at my display.

I turned away from the white and pink Demon and ran my claws along my head, the tips clicking against my horns. Vivian was at my side with a hand on my back. She, Vilcin, and Althea had just managed to coax the same revelation out of me before Angel came in.

"Is this a bad thing?" he asked.

"Yes it's a bad thing!" I spun to face him again. "I got manipulated! I fell for it. I fell for his stupid trick. And I knew what he was doing and fell for it anyways."

"How do you know it was a trick?" He held his hands up in mock surrender. "I mean, maybe he was actually serious."

"Because I saw his memory." I sat in one of the soft chairs and dropped my head in my hands. "I saw him talking to Rosie about how our connection was getting stronger. And how if it was strong enough then I could control my magic and he could feed off it."

"Oh."

There was a moment of silence. I then stood up and paced in a circle at wicked speed. "I'm so angry! At him and at myself." I let out a struggled noise and pulled at my hair. "I thought I was getting better!"

"Was that the only memory you saw?" Althea asked. My trio of friends stood near each other still, unsure of how to help me. "Perhaps that was a memory that happened awhile back. Maybe he has had a change of heart since then."

"He's the fucking Radio Demon. He's not capable of loving anyone." I knew I spoke lies as soon as it had come out. I went silent and fell into the chair again. He loved his mother and sister dearly. Maybe after so many years of living without them, he had forgotten how to love someone.

"Hey." Althea knelt beside me, a gentle hand on my leg. Her green hair was a stark contrast with the dark flooring; it naturally drew my eyes to her. "Maybe anyone can learn. Even him."

"You learned how to love Reagan," Vivian chipped in. Her lamb ears swayed as she moved to kneel on the other side of me. "You were a brutal ring fighter. But now you love and dote on all the children."

"Maybe you should look further in his memories," Althea suggested, "see if there's any other conversations. Feel what he's feeling. It's the least he can let you do."

"I don't know."

There was a long moment of silence.

"So what'd it feel like?" Angel asked.

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"This woman doesn't know how to stay off my nerves." Alastor rubbed his aching forehead. After my disappearance into the haven, he paid Rosie another visit.

"Love isn't trifling," she answered. "I must say though, I'm not sure why she's different than your other female acquaintances. You've never not hit it off with a lady before."

"She's not your typical woman, I suppose." He leaned his chin on the back of his hand and stared off at the window. "Her attitude has always been a problem. Perhaps it comes from her experience."

"She was a caged animal for most of her life," Rosie agreed, taking a sip of the hot tea she made. Alastor had yet to touch his.

"I have done what I can to show I enjoy her company. Why does she not believe me?"

"You two didn't have the greatest of relationships at first," she pointed out, "Not to mention everything she had to deal with when it came to mind magic and her curse."

"Yet our relationship has changed significantly in the past year. It's...annoying," he lifted a single claw from the armchair, "that she rejected my advance when she herself wasn't showing signs of distaste." He paused, eyes flickering up to Rosie's briefly before looking back at the window. "Perhaps my performance was lacking."

Rosie let out a laugh, causing him to pin his ears back in a growl. "Oh goodness, Alastor, I don't think that's the case. If it makes you feel any better, it doesn't seem like she has much experience in that field either."

It did make him feel slightly better. "I'm unsure how to move forward from here."

"She likes honesty." Rosie calmed her laughing and, putting her cup down, walked over to Alastor's chair. "Perhaps it's time you let her into that green mind of yours," she gently poked the side of his head and he leaned away. "Let her see how you truly feel."

He sank further into the chair. "This is stupid."

"This is love, darling."

"Surely this isn't how things typically go."

"You two aren't very typical, nor is your situation."

He tapped his claws. "Blast this woman," he mumbled.

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By the time my cravings came back, I wasn't ready to deal with Alastor just yet. I had spent two days in Althea's healer hut just to avoid him. On the second day the cravings hit hard and I was curled in a ball for most of the day. Our deal had ensured that I wouldn't be able to live without his blood, without him. I had been tricked again.

Veins squeezing painfully tight, I trudged up the hill to the house. I felt his presence long before I touched the door and slammed it shut.

"Alastor!" I yelled for him. He manifested in the living room a moment later.

"You called." He wore his usual wicked smile.

"I'm still angry at you but the cravings came back," I stated, immediately getting down to business. I had a hand on my chest, nails digging painfully into my skin.

"I understand, darling." He leaned his cane against the fireplace and rolled up his jacket sleeve and the one underneath it. How many layers did he need? "Do accept my apology on the matter."

"Not yet." I buried the fear that was threatening to choke me as I crossed the room.

"I understand." He nodded, offering his exposed arm. He was being uncharacteristically cooperative, but maybe he was trying to make amends. My mouth began to water at the prospect of his sweet blood.

I slowly grabbed his wrist and summoned all the anger I could to bite down harshly. He let out a grunt as my teeth pierced his skin. His black blood soothed the itching in my throat and my veins slowly stopped seizing. My anger died as my body relaxed.

He grabbed my opposite shoulder and pulled so my back was against his chest. My teeth were still in his skin as he pressed that arm harder into my mouth, effectively pinning my head against him. His other arm was around my torso so my claws couldn't reach up to do any damage. I tried yelling but my jaw remained locked in place.

"Now that you're silent, it is my turn to speak." His voice was light but firm. "I understand you are angry with me because you believe I am manipulating you. To a degree, you were correct." I bit down harder and it caused him to wince. "But I understand now that I was merely fooling myself. I greatly enjoyed dancing with you that night. I find myself wanting to be around you all the time. And it infuriates me that Lucifer has permission to look through your mind while I am not allowed to do more than touch you. Even that one is debatable."

Without warning, his presence wrapped around mine and pulled me in his mind. Memories popped up in front of me. Memories of him watching me, close or from afar. I could see myself watching the children on the shore, tending to a crying child, talking with my friends, and reading by the fire after our afternoon sessions.

He also showed his actions that I never saw. Actions like soothing a nightmare after the soul shadow incident or attempting to touch my shoulder or back, but retracting it a second later. I saw the night we danced and felt a strange mix of nervousness and comfort. He looked briefly at my lips right before we kissed.

I blinked back to the dim living room. I had long stopped drinking his blood and now spit and blood were dripping off my chin.

"I am quite infatuated by you. I have grown accustomed to your presence, and dare I say I am not sure how to live comfortably without it. You send a thrill up my spine." He used magic to send warmth up my back as a visual. "I ask that you believe me when I say I want to be closer with you."

The confession left me dumbfounded. Everything was still and the only sound came from my breath on his skin. I could feel his chest rise and fall on the backside of my head. Did he always breathe that fast?

Eventually, I tugged my arm out and he finally released me. I took my teeth out of his skin and turned to face him. He grimaced at the sight of his spit covered arm and used magic to clean it up. I did the same with my chin.

"I don't know how to feel," I admitted, his ears quirked back. "I just...I don't..." I rubbed my arm and watched one of my foot claws scratch the carpet. Poor Niffty was always fixing the holes I was putting in it.

He bowed low like the night we danced. "Then I will allow you the time and space to think." His shadow melted with him and he slipped back up to his room. The room felt colder.

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Author's Note:

Nooooo, but I want him to be closer not further away