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[shycloudkitty]

There is this lana del Rey song (I'm not sure if it's scrapped) but she says this little part. "Everybody knows that I'm a good girl officer" and "no, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure"

How would leon react to his partner saying that to him in a flirty way

I have a scenario in mind of how it would go. You're free to consider any version of Leon with this.

I'm a good girl, officer

Tags: Tooth-rotting fluff, Reader being a tease, Leon being cheesy, implied smut in the end 👀

Pairing: it's upto y'all ;)

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You both were lounging on the couch, talking and simply relaxed in each other's arms. Leon was trying his cheesy lines to either impress you or make you laugh. And you were either rolling your eyes or groaning from it.

Leon playfully narrows his eyes. "You know, you're being dramatic. They're not that cheesy."

You could barely control your laugh as you say. "Oh yes, they definitely are."

Leon chuckles to himself and then smirks as he leans close. "Oh, now you're being extremely bad now." His hand roaming over your thigh.

You chuckle. "What? How?"

He shrugs and clicks his tongue in disapproval, although a smile was still gracing his features. "You're not being a good girlfriend right now. Laughing at your boyfriend's cheesy efforts to swoon you."

You try to remain serious, biting back the grin threatening to spread across your face. "Uh oh, am I in trouble, officer?" Playfully batting your eyelashes at him, trying to act innocent.

He chuckles and smirks, he clears his throat and trying to get in the character of an officer. "Oh...you're in so much trouble, Miss. Not appreciating your boyfriend's efforts is...pretty serious crime."

You playfully raise an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Leon hums in response. "Yeah, I gotta tell you, it's pretty serious, might have to charge some hefty fine from you."

You grin as an evil plan started to form in your head. The fact that he was trying to be serious was adorable. But you definitely had to tease and see how far it would go.

You clear your throat, shift closer to him & playfully grab his jaw and lower your voice in a more seducing way. "Oh, but everybody knows I'm a good girl, officer." Your fingers leave his jaw, travelling to his Adam's apple and his chest. "I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure." And bat your eyelashes again.

He freezes for a second, his eyes widening at the sudden change of your voice, your fingers travelling his skin and suddenly everything started to feel much hotter. Your breathing on his skin, the distance between you both, his hand on your thigh.

He doesn't pull back yet, his face and ears were now flushed red, he clears his throat trying to come up with a response. "Oh..umm...W-well, I need to make sure."

You weren't blind of course, you could see the effect you had on him. But it was too good to let go of it now, you needed to tease him more. You lean a bit more close and whisper in that same tone. "Oh and how will you make it sure, Sir."

His breath hitches at the title, his eyes narrowing at you. He knew what you were doing trying to tease him to hell. He clears his throat and looks calmly at you. "Well, to check if you're actually a good girl. I need to do my own tests."

He then suddenly picks you in his arms, standing up from the couch and smirks down at you. "And I'm afraid these need to be done in our bedroom." Marching towards your shared bedroom.

You squeal, your hands flying to grip him so you don't fall from his arms, not like he would let you fall. Your eyes widen at how quickly he was ready to go to bed with you. "Hey! Now wait a minute-"

Leon shook his head, a naughty grin on his face. And interrupts you in a teasing tone. "Nope, nothing, like I said this officer need to make sure how much of a good girl you're and that means checking every inch thoroughly." And winks at you.

Now it was your turn to blush. Trying to use a last ditch effort to save yourself from this trap you stitched. "What? No. It's like...noon right now!" You laugh from seeing how eager he was to get to the bedroom.

Leon rolls his eyes and says. "Like that has stopped us before."

You hold onto him tight as he closes the bedroom door behind you both. No matter how this one ends, you were definitely gonna use this line more often now.

Hello! I hope this met your expectations, I didn't make it too smutty because I wasn't sure how much you would want. And I actually think this is how it would go. Leon being a blushing mess, because we all know he were to actually fall in love, he would be No. 1 loser in love lol.

Anyways, thank you for requesting this. It was definitely fun to write it! 😊

-Bella

[itsthecline]

WHERE’D ALL THE TIME GO?

IT’S STARTING TO FLY

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warnings summer camp au , aged up outer banks characters ( 20-23 ) profanity , mentions of a cult like twice , some underage drinking , use of marijuana , sexual innuendos and scenes ( will be marked * ) , and i think that’s it for now!

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[fattummyt]

"Kinks Shirt"

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe | Captain America

Pairings: Steve Rogers | Captain America/Plus-Size Female Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None. (❁´◡`❁)

Tags: Humor, Naked Female Clothed Male, Large Breasts, Fat Reader, Sharing Clothes, Nipple Play, Play Fighting, Penis In Vagina Sex, Secrets, Humor, Steve Rogers is a Brat, Clothing Kink

Author's Notes: This title is loosely inspired by the song "Kinks Shirt" by Matt Nathanson.

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Summary: Steve loves you. If he didn't-- why else would he let you wear all his loose tank tops to bed? Surely he had no other motivations besides his burning love for you... and his boob fetish.

For the most part, Steve has remained fairly indifferent to your breasts, however, after an impromptu night out drinking with Tony and Pepper a few weeks back, you stayed the night at his place and ended up borrowing one of his shirts to sleep in. It was one of his old over sized US Army fatigues that he ended up cutting the sleeves and the neck out to work out in. Pretty pissed, he scolded you a bit for messing his well organized drawers during your drunkenness-- that was until he saw you with the shirt on, then promptly jacked off to the memory of you in the bathroom while you slept. After that, he slowly started modifying all of his over-sized t-shirts just in case you wanted to stay the night again.

It was just before bed as you two laid together. Steve sat against the headboard reading, tucked under his comforter like a 1950s sitcom husband and you laid on your side, phone resting just a few inches above your face, waiting to slip from your hands and meet its impending doom.

Steve looked up from his book for a moment, studying you as he shifted to a more reclined position. You seemed to be actively involved with whatever you were doing, probably playing some puzzle game or organizing the shopping list-- things you did every night before bed.

He leaned his head on his hand, thumbing back to his page before you rested your arm above your head revealing the wholeness of your side rolls and the top of your breasts, slightly jiggling as you adjusted your body into a more comfortable position.

You weren't aware of Steve's breast fetish-- you'd only been dating for 3 months, and in that time, you only managed to fuck around probably 5 times due to conflicts in your schedules.

For the most part, Steve has remained fairly indifferent to your breasts, however, after an impromptu night out drinking with Tony and Pepper a few weeks back, you stayed the night at his place and ended up borrowing one of his shirts to sleep in. It was one of his old over sized US Army fatigues that he ended up cutting the sleeves and the neck out to work out in.

Pretty pissed, he scolded you a bit for messing his well organized drawers during your drunkenness-- that was until he saw you with the shirt on, then promptly jacked off to the memory of you in the bathroom while you slept. After that, he slowly started modifying all of his over-sized t-shirts just in case you wanted to stay the night again.

"Why don't you just buy me some tank tops instead?" You asked one night. But Steve thinks you wearing his old clothes gives them purpose-- and that purpose is showing off your big tits.

"How can you call yourself a red blooded American if you didn't like tits?" Steve thought to himself. "Soft, luxurious mounds of all different shapes and sizes and a unique bud accenting each--" "What are you doing?" You asked, staring dead eyed into your phone, catching him off guard.

"Hm?-- Oh, just reading."

"You haven't flipped pages in a while."

He smiled. "I was pondering something. Does your generation still use that word? Pondering?"

You sighed, "No Steve, we burned all the books of old in 1951 and now we all just communicate telepathically." Steve chuckled, shutting his book.

"But since we're pointing out age differences, you're technically a cradle robber." "--Hey, I don't look a day over 35 and you know it. Now, no more toys. It's time to go to bed." He snatched the phone from your hands to which you promptly reached to grab it back.

"Hey! Give that back." He laughed, holding the phone to his chest before flipping onto his stomach. "Oh my god Steve at least lock it first." You reached underneath the heavy blanket in an attempt to retrieve it.

"I don't know what you're talking about, is there a padlock on it?" He laughed innocently. "Stop it, Steve you're not even that old!" "So you admit it." He bragged, proudly leaning his head on his wrist as he flipped onto his side to face you.

"My phone, Steve?" You laughed. He dug around behind him, before waving the device. "You mean this? Oh-- What's this? Your Google Chrome history?"

You gasped, you had no idea Steve even knew how the internet worked, let alone browser history.

Before you could grab for it he reached over and flipped the light off on the night stand beside him, casting the room in darkness.

"Oh my god-- Steve stop!" You crawled over him, eagerly grabbing for your phone but he was too quick, rolling onto his side and reading aloud from the screen. "BDSM Test Results? Hmmm, that sounds interesting. Maybe we should click on it?" You screamed, grabbing hold of the phone raised above his head, desperately trying to hold onto it as he sat up gaining more leverage on it.

"Alright, alright, I give." He chuckled, and just as he hit the lock button, the phone flew from both your hands, clattering to the floor nearby.

"It just slipped out-- I'm sorry." He sputtered, reaching over and flicking on the lamp. The light gleamed on to reveal you straddling his waist, bonnet askew, one heavy breast hanging out the side of your tank top, completely oblivious.

Sweet cheese and rice he loved that shirt.

"There it is." You hopped off the bed and quickly picked it up, inspecting the screen for damage. Had it not been for your absent mindedness, you might've noticed the redness creeping up Steve's cheeks as you climbed back into bed.

"Not even a super soldier can destroy this thing, huh?" You chuckled, setting your phone on the nightstand beside you before adjusting your breasts back into your shirt. He laughed nervously. "Yeah, I guess not."

You climbed under the comforter, lying on your side before Steve turned off the lamp, spooning in behind you, settling for wrapping an arm arm around your waist. Your stomach rose and fell as you breathed evenly, and his heart raced as his Adam's apple bobbed.

You shifted for a moment, turning over to kiss his forehead and whisper. "Good night, Steve." As you turned back, his hand slipped into your shirt and his fingertips felt electric as they grazed beneath, along your side. "Good night." He whispered, closing his eyes, eager to find some rest from the image of your breasts that wracked no pun intended his thoughts every night you spent together.

Steve felt like a creepy teenager trying to get to second base, but he couldn't help himself. Something about the way your tits looked in his shirts made him wonder if he had some sort of obsession or fetish. "But, by that logic, we should all have a boob fetish then, right?"

Suddenly you inhaled sharply, snapping him from his sordid thoughts. "What's wrong?" He whispered. "You're pitching a tent against my ass right now, Steve." He blinked, totally misinterpreting you before he realized and pulled a pillow from behind his head to stuff between you two. You laughed, now fully awake as he stewed in his embarrassment.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh." You chuckled. "It's fine. Happens to the best of us." There was an unusual silence between you two before you suggested. "We could do something about it..." "Just go to sleep. I'll take care of it." He whispered, promptly kicking off the weighty comforter. He didn't realized how hot and bothered he'd gotten under there until he reached down to knead his cock and found himself already semi hard.

"Are you sure you don't want me to...?" He sat up in thought for a moment before ultimately giving in and nudging closer to you, grabbing your hand and guiding it beneath his waistband to his cock. As you began stroking, he kissed across your shoulder.

"Just like that." He sighed, his hand grazed down your arm before he slid into your shirt to begin caressing at your breasts. You let out a quiet gasp, his palms ghosting your pliant nipples as he grinded into your loose grip, eyes straining to make out your form in the dark. Steve began kneading your breasts as you hastened your strokes, your body felt ultra sensitive as he teased at your front with increasing vigor.

"You like playing with my tits?" You cooed to which he exhaled something like a mix between a growl and a "Mhm." His gentle fondling soon escalated to good grips and rough kneading. You whined quietly, your free hand rubbing between your legs to quell the growing tension. "F-Steve, fuck me, please?" He kissed your neck, pulling down your panties and raising your leg into the air so he could spread your lips and slide inside you.

He thrust erratically, pulling you smacking into his hips, gripping your shirt so tight you could hear the fabric ripping down the side. Steve panted through his teeth, his breath hot against your neck as he grunted through every stroke. You trembled, rubbing your clit as Steve fucked in and out of you. You both held your breath-- fervent smacking of flesh filling the room before you grabbed the nearest pillow, screaming into it as you came.

Steve pulled out, cursing as he straddled your waist, scrambling with your shirt before ripping it in its entirety so he could paw at your chest while he finished. "Shit-- I'm gonna cum-- I'm gonna cum on your tits." He moaned, hips thrusting into his fist as cum dribbled out of his tip to your breasts and down your stomach. "GOD-- bless." He panted, quick to correct himself.

You giggled as he collapsed onto his side, rolling over to flick on the lamp. You laid on your back, shirt ripped entirely up its left side, your breasts decorated with gleams of semen.

"You've never said ‘tits’ a day in your life have you?"

He sighed into a chuckle. "Nope." And you both joined in laughter.

"Do you need a towel?"

"Nah, I'll just use this old t-shirt."

You came downstairs to find Steve sitting at the kitchen table, his shirt and hair wet with sweat from his morning run.

"Good morning." He tipped his glass of chocolate milk before taking a long sip, sliding an empty glass and the carton across the table toward you. "Why didn't you tell me you had a boob fetish?" He sputtered, coughing up milk he'd inhaled before clutching his chest defensively. "Wh-- I-- it's not that serious-- I mean, they're great. But if-- from my perspective, if everyone you know likes boobs, could you really call what I have a fetish?"

You scoot your chair in against the table, humming sing-songy as you parted your robe to reveal the tops of your breasts, sporting dark bruises. "This looks sorta like a fetish to me, don't you think?" He swallowed hard, looking away for fear you'd see his blush crawl down his neck. "That's what I thought." You chimed.

You leaned over the table, reaching for the carton, your breasts drooping, threatening to slip from your robe in an almost tantalizing way. He bit his lip, glancing between your breasts and his glass, nerves tickling his stomach as his cool, damp shirt clung to the arch of his back.

"Maybe you should call out of work today."

"Yeah?" You met his fiery gaze and smirked, milk slowly filling your glass.

He grabbed the carton from your grasp, gently setting it on the table beside him.

"Yeah."

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[raghhhhhyperfixations]

You know, as loving as a boyfriend dick grayson would be, if you were a civilian or unaware of his nightwing status and because he wouldn’t know how to tell you it would spring into a web of lies.

To you it would just look like your partner is cheating, he goes out very late or perhaps at random if he’s suddenly called, he’ll miss the date you two were supposed to have to go do some hero shit and here you are.

Standing infront of the movies with two tickets instead of one and now you look heartbroken.

Which is honestly why i can’t see him getting with a civilian but if he did the relationship would be slightly toxic.

You question his whereabouts and he lies, as he always does or places it on Bruce who takes the fall, seemingly aware of the ‘cheating’ which is bitter salt to your tea because-

You thought his family liked you, so why were they lying and protecting him like this? You let him bring Damian whenever but the two will go off and leave you behind and then have no reasoning why.

Can’t be they just wanted to escape you right?

It’s killing Dick as well, keeping you from nightwing to protect you but in the process he’s just hurting you more and more.

I mean,

He thought he was protecting you anyway, he comes far too close when villains trash his apartment and you walk into the aftermath, broken plates, shattered cups, Your cups, chipped counters.

His excuse is ‘Damian brought his sword over.’ despite how many times you’ve told him not to do that, and if you lacked less trust in him, maybe you’d think he had a party with the way everything was thrown about.

The couch torn to shreds and your curtains which you picked out together ripped in awkward angles, so you can believe that lie.

However the lies are killing you and surely you would want to know? What would hurt more to you? Knowing he wasn’t cheating or he was a hero?

[joestarfoundation]

dom female reader headcanons + imagine

your babyboy wakes up every morning, eager to please you. you are his everything, his entire world revolves around you<3 he loves the feeling of submission and the thought of you being in control. It's not just a kink for him, it's a lifestyle

you can see the excitement in his puppy eyes when you enter the room, dressed in your favorite leather outfit. he knows what's coming next, and he can't wait. as you walk towards him, he kneels down in front of you, ready to serve and devour your delicious cunt<3

he loves when you use him for your pleasure. whether it's making him worship your body or using him as a human furniture, he is more than happy to fulfill your desires. he finds joy in knowing that you are satisfied and that he has pleased you<3

one of his favorite things is when you take him shopping for new lingerie. he loves the feeling of you picking out what he will wear, knowing that it's not just for show, but for your pleasure! he takes great pride in wearing what you have chosen for him, and it makes him feel even more submissive:((

he also loves when you take him out in public, holding his leash and showing everyone who is in charge. he loves the feeling of being owned by you, his goddess, and being on display for everyone to see. it makes him feel special and wanted

tell him he's your good little slut and feminize him, although he doesn't accept it, he has fantasized more than once about you dressing him up in pretty, girly outfits. he knows that you would take such good care of him and make him feel beautiful and desired, much more than he already is<3

slap him, peg him, degrade him, ride him, praise him... practically use him

you hummed as you looked for some strap that could break the little naughty whore you had behind you, he had been very whimsy all this time that you were gone

he even touched himself without your permission, you found him in the room you both shared, humping his hand while making a moaning noise like a bitch and he seemed to have forgotten you were right there

"oh my god what did i do, im so sorry mommy..." he sobbed when you heard his voice from inside of the closet

"what is this my babyboy?" you asked while staring at him

he blushed heavily but still tried to find the words, "i uhm... im sorry about earlier, i was really confused and all, it won't happen again i promise-"

"didnt we agreed that if i caught you doing something like this again you would be punished?"

he tried hard to say anything but you didn't give him any chance "well baby, i'm not gonna forgive this..."

he stared at you in fear and he slowly took off your skirt, "so what are you gonna do now?" he asked with big, childish eyes

"do you wanna know what's gonna happen now?" you ask with an evil smile on your face

he nodded nervously while looking down, he didnt understand why you had come here to punish him, all he did was touching himself!:((

"bad boys deserve to be punished and take up in the ass mommy's huge cock"

now, at this moment you had a big dildo tied to your waist, probably one of the biggest ones you had used with him. you tried to close your legs a little and press the base of the fake cock against your crotch to get some stimulation, you imagined that this time it would be like the other times, him lying on his back, with his legs open, your dildo in his ass, and your hands jerking off his neglected cock<33

he loved being dominated by you after all, no woman ever made him feel more wanted and horny than you :3

but now, you couldn't imagine it anymore. he stood there completely naked and scared:(

"baby, just let me put this thing in your butt and i'll leave you alone, it wont hurt much, i promise..."

he shook his head. completely scared and helpless:(((

"just trust me baby... you want mommy to fuck you, don't you?"

the question had been rhetorical, but you knew exactly what he wanted. he stared at you with those huge eyes, shivering from fear and need, "yes please mommy, i-i need you to please me.."

"good boy<33" you whispered and moved closer to him. "close your eyes and wait for mommy to fuck your sweet asshole :3"

he followed your orders like a good boy and he closed his eyes waiting for you to get ready to slide your fake cock into his ass<3

"mhmmm-m-mommy" his cute moans, echoing in the silence of the night, helped you to relax a bit before going through with it

"ready baby?" you asked as you pushed more of the toy towards his hole and started sliding it slowly inside of him

"uhhuh-hhuh-mm-mmm" he answered in a whisper as you continued to slide your big plastic dick in and out of his ass, occasionally stopping to put pressure on the tip of the cock

"your mommy loves how tight you are babyboy~ fuck- could you call me by my name sweetheart?" you asked while pushing the dildo deeper inside of him

"mhmm hmmm- y/n!! y/n baby<3" he moaned in excitement, he was trying his best to make his tiny asshole take more of the giant dildo inside of it, but he was struggling. his cute face was red from embarrassment and lust, you could tell he was really enjoying every second of it though<33

"oh my god mo...mommyyy!! i cant hold it, its coming!" he cried out loudly

the combination of his cries and you slowly moving the dildo in and out of his ass filled the room with soft moaning sounds <33

you finally stopped the slow motion movements and decided to speed up a little bit, slowly slid the big strap inside of him, each inch pushing further inside of him, deeper and deeper until it pressed against his prostate, stimulating him with gentle vibrations until he reached another orgasm:(((

he collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily while you removed the strap from his ass. you smiled down at him and knelt down to pet his hair, smiling widely at the sight of your babyboy getting pleasure from such things

a minute later he turned around and hugged you tightly, "thanks mommy... i love you so much <3" he said in between kisses on your cheek you smiled, "of course you do baby, i love you too <3" you replied and kissed him passionately on the lips

then, with nothing else left to do you both fell asleep wrapped up in each others arms:)

[rottenmeatsack]

Melatonin || Welt Yang x AFAB Reader (NSFW)

Prompt || You can’t sleep, you’re out of melatonin, so this is day 4 of fucking that old man until he crumbles to dust - NSFW UNDER THE CUT / MINORS DNI

Warnings: Unprotected sex, implied age gap (inevitably, again), not letting Welt pull out, fucking someone ot the point of exhaustion (literally), top Welt, messy kisses, light breeding kink if u squint, good lord someone get grandpa his arthritis pills he’s gonna be sore by the morning

***

“Mr.Yang?” She asks, and he looks surprised to see her up although he’s guilty of the same crime.

“___,” He says her name in question, she’s still in her sleep wear, her hair is disheveled, and she looks down-right fatigued. She'd been working with the rest of the Astral Express Crew for some time, after everything was said and done Welt had expected her to want to rest the second they got back. He presses his lips into a fine line, glancing at the clock hung just above her head before turning back to her. “It’s rather late, did something happen?” he asks her, standing up from his desk and going to meet her at his door. She shuffles uncomfortably in front of him, “You know those really good supplements we got from the Xianzhou? The ones that help me sleep?” she asks, Welt’s shoulders slacken in realization, she doesn’t need to finish her sentence. “You’ve run out?” he asks her, and she nods her head in a miserable response. "We can ask Himeko to order some more if they help, but they probably won't arrive until a few days. Delays in shipping have become all too common." he tells her.

“Well, I was hoping you could help me sleep,” she says, looking up at Welt with her tired gaze. Welt perks up, a small smile graces his lips, when he grins it makes the wrinkles on his aged-face more pronounced and known. “Of course,” he agrees rather quickly, reaching one gloved hand up to adjust his thick-framed glasses before turning to his desk. He opens one of his drawers, rummaging around the small snack-bin he kept hidden away in the privacy of his office. Small goodies and some sweets hidden well from the others who might have prying hands (Namely March 7th) but he's sure he has a spare box of tea tucked away somewhere in the depths of his desk. “I believe I still have some tea from our last expedition, how about I make you a cup and then—”

He’s interrupted as she curls over his back, her arms wrapping around his torso and gripping onto his jacket. She’s hugging him from behind, he can only catch a glance at her from over his shoulder. He calls her name out again, and she peeks up at him with those same tired eyes. “I want you to help me sleep another way,” she mutters into the crook of his back, and only then does Welt notice that her hands have wandered closer to his belt, it clicks while her fingers are already working to unbuckle it from its hold around his slacks. 

Welt knows what she means now.

-

Welt took her back to her room on the express.

His glasses are folded on the nightstand beside them, his clothing long forgotten and abandoned on the floor. The bed creaks and groans, although she’s trying their best to be quiet in fear of waking the others, it’s hard when Welt’s cock feels so damn good inside of her. He presses her down into the bed with his hands on either side of her head, her legs are on either sides of his hips, dangling and bouncing by his waist each time he drives down into her. He rests his forehead against hers, his eyes closed and sweat speckling his skin. It’s hot in the room, even warmer underneath the covers, to the point it’s near suffocating and she’s stealing the breath right out of him. She leaned up, catching his lips in a brief kiss, but he followed after her and slants his mouth over her own.

The kiss is longer, more intense, and it’s mostly teeth and tongue. He groans low in his throat, his gravelly voice catching itself at the end of a soft moan while his tongue rolls and twists over her own. He pulls away for air, trying to catch his breath through his teeth. He’s already close and he knows it, maybe if he were a younger man again he’d last longer, but he's much older and time had long eroded away his stamina. Right now all he could think about was how good and warm she felt around his throbbing dick. He really is close. He knows he should pull out, this was a hasty decision and he’s not wearing a condom, there’s nothing here on the express that could serve as a preventative— Aeons, he should really pull out. He’s already seeing stars, he knows he’s so close and it’s just a matter of time.

He calls her name, “I’m close,” he warns her, “I’m too close,” he sounds absolutely breathless, and despite her whines and protests he begins to draw his hips back. She frantically claws at his shoulders, her arms wounding tighter around his torso until she scratches up his back. “N— Nooo—” she protests with a reedy little whine, and before Welt can pull out he’s shocked as her legs wrap around his waist, her heels push on his lower back and it drags him deeper into her tight little cunt. He gasps, his hips once again pressed flush against her own all while he is dangerously close to his high. “Please,” she practically sobs, “Please, please don’t pull out— want you— I want you to cum inside.” she pleads with him, and Welt practically trembles atop of her. He’s never been so aroused in his life, but he knows he shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t.

No condom, no protection, no preventative, the rational part of his mind repeats, but deep down something inside of him wants nothing more than to bury himself as deep as he can go and give her what she wants. “___,” he says her name through a tremble in his voice, all while she’s kissing his face, lips, and jaw, desperately and greedily rocking her hips up into Welt’s in an attempt to get him to start moving again. “I— I shouldn’t—” 

But he’s already moving his hips.

He’s already fucking her again, he’s already balls-deep inside of her, the sound of skin on skin is flooding his ears and he knows it’s already much too late for him now. Her nails scrape the arch of his back, leaving hot pink streaks in his pale skin while she sobs with delight into the crook of his shoulder. “Mmf— yes, yes, keep going, cum, cum inside me—” she pleads, and Welt can’t refuse her. He's given in a long time ago. Foregoing self restraint and abandoning his common sense he's determined to give her exactly what she's begging for. Her hips roll and buck into every thrust with fervor, showing just how eager and ready she is. She wrenches her eyes shut as she bites into his shoulder, once again sinking her heels into Welt’s lower back and dragging him down to the hilt as he reaches his end. Any attempt to muffle his voice is futile, he finds himself moaning with his weight falling over her. They’re chest to chest in the bed now, with his cock buried deep in her soaking wet cunt and his pelvis is flush against hers. 

His face is flushed red while he fills her, he’s left speechless and absolutely consumed with how good it felt to spill everything he had inside of her. Rope after rope of his cum stains her deepest part, the sensation was almost so overwhelming that he doesn’t even notice that she’s cumming too, not until he feels her legs tense and tremble around his midsection. He gives a few pathetic little thrusts, barely leaving her warm cunt but instead grinding against her. 

By the time he’s done the bed sheets feel unbearable, the fabric clinging to his back that’s tacky with sweat and becoming near suffocating. Yet he doesn’t move off of her, he remains atop of her with his cock buried to the hilt inside of her, not letting a single drop of his cum leak out of her pussy. It takes him a minute to catch his breath and when he does he sighs, leaning back until he’s able to hold his weight on his forearms and gaze down at the wrecked woman beneath him. 

“Well?” he mutters to her, “Feeling like you can sleep now?” he asks her. He stills when she shakes her head, “I think I’ll need another round, I think I'll be able to sleep after one more.” she emphasized with her ankles locking behind his waist.

Welt knew it was going to be a sleepless night for the both of them now.

- Himeko stares at Welt's slouched over body in the Express's bright red passenger chairs, if they were going by time in Penacony then it should be mid-afternoon but the old man is absolutely knocked out and napping out in the parlor car. He has one hand still grasping his cane while the other is slack by his side, Himeko's never seen him so worn out. Pompom looks at Himeko from where they stood beside her calf, "He's been sleeping all day," they said in a whisper. "Huh," she mutters as she makes an effort to walk past him slower than before, if only to muffle the click of her heels against the ground. "I guess Welt isn't sleeping too good," she wonders to herself, she wondered if ____ still had those sleeping supplements from the Xianzhou, maybe that could help Welt get some rest if he was feeling so tired. 

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Ties That Bind [Emily x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@tubiland) Center (@hotwritergf) Right (@academic-vampire)

Prompt: When Emily and the reader are stuck together as fake victims, the truth about the reader's relationship comes out. Perhaps Emily can offer some friendly advice. 

Pairing: Emily x Non!BAU-Reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns. 

Category: Comfort 

Word Count: 3K 

Content Warnings: Tight spaces, hints at abuse [reader]. If I missed any, please let me know. 

A/N:  I hope you are all doing very well!  This is my first submission for @imagining-in-the-margins Stuck Together Challenge (link). The prompt I used was Characters are tied together as fake-victims in a work training exercise, and it takes forever to be saved. This fic was also inspired by Carmen Maria Machado’s In The Dream House, I hope I did it justice. I hope that you enjoy this fic, and if you do, please like, share, and comment. Love Levi - ❤️ 

List with all stories 

y/n = your name 

y/l/n = your last name 

y/g/s =your girlfriend's name 

“Do you think love can save it?” Y/n asked Emily. Prentiss hadn’t meant to slip into her own thoughts, but she had, so she turned her head toward y/n and asked, “Sorry, what was that you said?” Y/n gave a small sigh and replied, “Do you think if I love her enough, my relationship can be saved?” Prentiss bit the inside of her mouth and replied, “Honestly, y/n, if I had that answer, I don’t think I’d be single right now.” That at least got a small laugh out of y/n. 

Six Hours Earlier 

The cup was held in front of everyone by Rossi, who said, “Alright, team, pick a popsicle stick. If you get the short stick, you're stuck with the probie for the day.” Everyone groaned, but put their hands into the red solo cup and pulled out a stick. JJ, Derek, Aaron, Spencer, and Garcia all gave a sigh of relief, and Emily scrunched her face in disdain as she said, “Oh, come on, guys. This is so unfair. I have files left to do from the last case. I can’t be a victim in a practice activity. I’m already a victim of this paperwork.” Morgan chuckled and replied, “Too bad, sweetheart, it’s your lucky day not to do any work. Just as Prentiss started ugh-ing, she stopped herself as the other victim she was going to be attached to walked into the bullpen. Emily knows y/n by reputation only; she was the top recruit in the N.A.T. program, and because of her high rank, she was also spared from a day of playing search and rescue. Hotch leaned toward Prentiss and said, “Well, Prentiss, have fun today.” His dry humor didn’t go over super well with Emily as the rest of the BAU dispersed back to their desks. 

Y/n was a bit awestruck at seeing the BAU in action. This team was legendary by name and reputation alone in the FBI. Before y/n could start drooling or asking questions, a sharply dressed woman, and not any woman, the Emily Prentiss, was walking toward her. Y/n put on a brave face and extended a hand, saying, “Good morning, Agent Prentiss, I’m y/n y/l//n, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Emily reciprocated the handshake and said, “We, well, I’ve been expecting you. I hear you have our instructions for the day with you?” Y/n nodded and pulled her backpack in front of her chest and unzipped the front, producing a folder. Em noticed that y/n was juggling multiple things in her hands while trying to produce their instructions. Prentiss smiled and asked, “Would you like to set your things down at my desk? It might be easier to get that paper you’re looking for.” Em couldn’t help but notice the gleam in y/n’s eyes as she was still looking around the room. The words took a moment to register, but y/n finally replied, “Oh, yeah sure. That would be nice.” Prentiss led y/n to her desk and y/n, rather ungracefully, set all of her belongings on the already full surface of the desk.” Y/n took a deep breath and said, “I suppose I’m not making that good of an impression, sorry.” Emily smiled and replied, “You don’t need to apologize. This place is kind of captivating. Now, let’s see what our ‘assignment’ is, okay?” 

Y/n nodded, relieved that she wasn’t making a total fool of herself before pulling out the needed document. It wasn’t very official-looking, but the assignment had the N.A.T. seal on it, and Emily looked over y/n’s shoulder as y/n read: 

Assignment: An Agent from the BAU, and a Potential Agent y/l/n will move to the tenth floor of the Quanitco Field Office and stay in the mechanical closet until you are found by the N.A.T. trainees. The Agent from the BAU will be allowed to take their cellphone, but it must remain on silent mode. For the sake of realism, the pair of Agent and potential Agent will need to have one hand zip-tied together (we recommend the nondominant hand). This is a standard victim finding and recovery training exercise.  

Emily muttered under her breath, “You’ve got to be kidding, the mechanical closet on the tenth floor?” 

Spencer who’s desk was next to Emily’s heard Prentiss’s comment and said, “Damn, tough luck, Em. The tenth floor is being renovated, and the AC is out.” Prentiss groaned at the comment, and y/n looked at the pair like she’d stepped into something she wasn’t privy to. Emily finally remembered that y/n was there and turned, stating, “Sorry, y/n. I’m not angry at you. I just don’t love the idea of wasting the day in a closet with no AC.” Y/n gave a small shrug. In her heart, she felt like she was somehow responsible for putting the senior agent in this position, even though it really wasn’t her fault. After a beat of silence, y/n put on a hesitant smile and replied, “Well, should we get going? I believe the ‘search and rescue is about to start in half an hour.” Emily nodded and led y/n to the elevator that would take them to the tenth floor. 

The tenth floor looked like an abandoned building. There were dust motes and plaster moving around as the pair moved down the hallway. A few uncovered lights flickered ominously as y/n and Emily arrived at the electrical closet. A janitor had been in earlier that morning and unlocked the door ahead of the duo. Prentiss opened the door to the closet and eyed the small space. It became clear to both women that it was going to be a tight, warm few hours that they were going to be locked up together. At least a single light bulb was on from the ceiling, illuminating the cramped space. Half as a joke, Emily extended her hand and told y/n, “After you.” Y/n chuckled and moved to the left side of the space. Prentiss followed after and closed the door behind them. Y/n was basically chest to chest with Emily in the small space as she pulled out the one ziptie they were required to wear. Prentiss wordlessly held out her left hand and y/n clumsily attached herself to the agent. After another beat of silence, y/n tried to lighten the mood by saying, “This feels like the punchline to a bad joke. Two FBI Agents walk into a bar handcuffed…” Y/n stopped after that because she didn’t have a punchline. Emily chuckled and replied, “Yeah, it does. Let’s hope it doesn’t take more than an hour for your classmates to find us.” 

One Hour Waiting

After an hour of standing, y/n and Emily gave up and turned back to back and sat on the ground with their legs bunched up near their chests, not fully comfortable. At this point, Prentiss and y/n had gone through most of the pleasantries of conversation. What N.A.T. training was like, what the strangest case Emily had worked on was like, what living in D.C. was like on their pay. Y/n sighed and closed her eyes, saying, “You know I wanted to join the military when I was in high school, but I’m glad I went the F.B.I. route instead.” Emily hummed and asked, “Why’d you want the military, and why pick the F.B.I. instead?” Y/n rubbed her right hand over her face, wiping away the bead of sweat accumulated there, and replied, “I had problems when I was a kid, wanted to get away from home. And honestly, why the F.B.I. I mean you’re going to laugh, but I watched all those crime shows in college and decided I was going to be the next Sherlock Holmes or something.” 

Emily did chuckle at that response and said, “Well, you’re top of your class. That’s something at least.” Y/n smiled at that response, but Prentiss couldn’t see it. Y/n thought for a moment and asked, “Did you want to be in the B.A.U.? Was that your plan when you got to the F.B.I.?” Emily paused, she didn’t know how much to share, but decided to go pretty surface level with her response, and she replied, “It was half luck and half timing. A position opened up at the B.A.U., and I needed a job, and I had the skills needed for an important case. Not that I’m bragging, but I had to earn my place on the team, and I ended up doing that. It’s all about impressing the right people, and a bit of leverage where it’s needed. The B.A.U. might not have been my plan, but it’s where I’m at now, and I wouldn’t change that for anything now.” 

Two Hours Waiting 

Emily was about board to tears at this point. Not that she couldn’t handle small talk, but doing so for what seemed like hours on end was more than a little annoying. But Prentiss had other problems now, apart from sharing pleasantries with y/n. The rumor mill in the Quanitico Office was ever churning, and when there wasn’t any good tea on the agents, the focus often found its place on the N.A.T. trainees. Emily had heard rumors about y/n’s relationship being on the rocks for a few weeks now, and petty as that fact was, Prenitss couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

Perhaps it was because y/n was openly a lesbian and queer that made the rocky telationship such a topic of conversation in the office and in Em’s mind. Emily knew that if she was magically y/n’s younger age again, she might not have the guts to be openly gay in what could be considered a bit of a homophobic workplace like the F.B.I. Of course, the organization had all the rules and regulations about diversity and equality, but that didn’t mean that internally the structure could be a bit rotten. Emiky’s bisexuality was known about by the team, but otherwise, she kept those cards close to her chest. 

Emily sighed and leaned her head back on y/n’s shoulder. They had started doing that on and off after the first hour as a way to stretch the neck, with the permission of the other. When Em closed her eyes and began to drift, her mouth hadn’t caught up with her brain, and she said aloud, “I hear your girlfriend’s a bit of a tool.” As soon as the words were out of her lips, Prentiss sat ramrod straight, as did y/n. “Excuse me?” Y/n asked in the semidarkness. Emily swallowed heavily and said, “Y/n, I am so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.” Clearly offended, y/n replied, “My relationship has nothing to do with you, or this rather pointless waiting. Don’t bring it up again,” Emily nodded vehemently and said, “I’m sorry, I won’t. That was wrong of me,” In the stillness, y/n whispered, loud enough for Em to hear the hurt in her voice, “It was.” 

Three Hours Waiting 

There was silence for the next sixty minutes or so, not that either Emily or y/n were counting the minutes. Those just seemed to slip on and on like sand in an infinite hourglass. While they sat, Prentiss internally berated herself for her big mouth, and y/n reflected on what it meant that such a senior agent would know about her personal life. 

Four Hours Waiting 

Y/n was clearly upset by Agent Prentiss’s comment, but the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to know what Emily had heard about her relationship. y/g/f wouldn’t be happy at all to know that there were speculations at work about them, and somehow that information always got out. Even if y/g/n didn’t work at or near the orbit of the F.B.I. Trying to assess the damage, y/n hesitantly asked, “It’s none of your business… but, what are people saying about me and my partner?” 

Emily bit the inside of her cheek. She wanted to say that it was nothing, really nothing, but that wasn’t the truth, and after her stupid blunder, y/n deserved at least that. With a sigh, Prentiss replied, “Well, from what I’ve heard, people think that your girlfriend is a bit controlling and mean. I mean that’s just what I’ve heard,” There was a long pause before Em tacked on softly, “Some people are worried about you.” 

Emily’s words made y/n stiff. It was worse than she’d thought. Y/n had taken great pains to hide what was happening with her girlfriend. Making sure that she never met any of her colleagues. She also rarely talked about y/g/n. But no matter where y/n went or who she hung out with, it always seemed to come up: her relationship problems. It was like cigarette stink on a jacket. No matter how many times you washed it, the smell was always there. The silence crept up on the women again, and it stayed, but this time not so long. 

Five Hours Waiting 

Consciously, y/n would never say she had to defend her relationship, but subconsciously, that was exactly what was happening as y/n said, “I love her. Or I think I love her.” The words came out soft, hesitant. y/n didn’t know why she was having this conversation, or where it would lead. For her part, Emily acted with tact as she replied, “It really is none of my business, y/n, but you’re welcome to talk about it if you want to. Unlike some other people in this office, I promise I can keep my mouth shut.” That response got a bit of a chuckle out of y/n, and despite her earlier anger, y/n felt that she really could trust Emily. “Do you ever start a relationship and everything is sunshine, warm breezes, but the limerance period wears off, and you start seeing holes, and no matter how hard you try to bail the water out of the boat, there always seem to be more and more holes. And the holes are never her fault. It’s always you?” 

The words hung in the air like a wound, and it became clear to Emily that y/n was wounded. She was trying her best. Perhaps it was the waiting, or the heat, but honestly came easy as Emily said, “You know the first time I dated a woman I thought nothing could go wrong.” Y/n didn’t immediately follow up with a question. She let the information sit, let Emily continue. “I was through with men at that point. They were all self-serving, inconsiderate assholes and I just knew a woman would treat me right. There wouldn’t be fights about the trash and dishes. There would be mutual affection. We could actually have a fun date night. When the first argument happened with my first girlfriend, my world broke a little. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. This was supposed to be different.” 

Y/n sat and absorbed the words like they were a lifeline. Because she had felt the exact same way. After a beat, y/n asked, “Did you make up with your girlfriend? Because I try so hard to be what my girlfriend wants, and the more I think I’m getting there, the more she seems to hate me.” Emily gave a hum and replied, “We did make up. We had just had a quarrel. A small thing in the grand scheme of things. We ended up breaking up for mutual reasons later on. But y/n, there’s a difference between a small fight and your partner hating you. Or you feel like they hate you. You shouldn’t feel like you have to change for anyone.” 

Six Hours Waiting 

“Do you think love can save it?” Y/n asked Emily. Prentiss hadn’t meant to slip into her own thoughts, but she had, so she turned her head toward y/n and asked, “Sorry, what was that you said?” Y/n gave a small sigh and replied, “Do you think if I love her enough, my relationship can be saved?” Prentiss bit the inside of her mouth and replied, “Honestly, y/n, if I had that answer, I don’t think I’d be single right now.” That at least got a small laugh out of y/n. 

Just as y/n was about to say something else, there was the resounding crash of plywood hitting the floor and a muffled call of “Clear.” It seems that y/n and Emily were finally being saved. It took another thirty minutes for the N.A.T.s to find and help the pair to their feet, and the first thing that both women did once they were out of the fake survivor situation was go to the bathroom. Back at Emily’s desk, where y/n had stashed her things, Prentiss slid over a piece of paper with her cell number on it. Despite how annoyed Emily was for having a day wasted, she found that she wanted to keep up with y/n, if y/n wanted to. Y/n smiled as she slipped the paper into her jeans pocket, and Em said, “Text me anytime.” 

Three Weeks Later 

Y/n moved to the track where she could already see Emily waiting for her. They weren’t really going to work out. Just walk and talk, then maybe get coffee after. Y/n had broken up with y/g/f a week ago, and the sting was still sharp. Things still reminded y/n of her ex all the time. But it was for the best. Hate never paired with love very well, she came to find out. Despite the pain, y/n felt considerably lighter, and as she moved toward Emily and smiled, she was happy for the first time in months.

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When a Sorcerer Turns Into a Cat…

-> Ao3 link is here.

-> Catsung art.

-> Another art for the last scene.

-> Lovely art by @inienil

Pairing : Shang Tsung x Reader

Tropes : Fluff and Humor, Idiots in Love, Confessions, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Kind of Secret Identity?

Summary : When Shang Tsung crafted a potion for invisibility, he was unprepared for the peculiar result—he unexpectedly transformed into a cat. Struggling to navigate the world on four paws, he sought refuge, and that’s precisely when you entered the scene.

As the only person Shang Tsung trusted, he reached out to you, desperately in need of help. Oblivious to his true identity, you unwittingly revealed some truths about your feelings as you welcomed the unexpected guest into your home.

Author’s Note: I had so much fun when I was writing this. I always thought Shang Tsung behave like a sassy cat and seeing memes about it, this fic came to life. Hope you guys like it too, happy reading! .

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He should never have made that potion.

About a day ago, he received the recipe for the invisibility potion from a small, dimly lit shop nestled in a mysterious corner of the city. The shop, selling peculiar items of unknown origin, offered him the recipe at an unbelievably low price, almost as if fate had handed him a golden ticket.

Despite a nagging suspicion that something wasn’t quite right, he was low on funds and had little else to trade Invisibility, a coveted skill he had long yearned to master, promised an escape from the ongoing misery of his life.

Eagerly, he returned to his humble trailer, carefully following the recipe’s instructions. The resulting potion, a dark purple concoction with a nauseating odor, made him gag even before it touched his lips. Disregarding the unpleasantness, he gulped it down in one go. Initially, only the repulsive taste assaulted his senses, but as seconds morphed into minutes, and his body stubbornly remained visible, frustration and realization set in – he had been duped.

Uttering a string of curses, he nervously set the bottle on the table, and then, suddenly, the world around him seemed to expand. No, he corrected himself; it was he who was shrinking. Panic seized him as his body crumbled at an alarming rate. Clothes, once fitting, now engulfed him like a collapsing tent. His limbs betrayed him, refusing to respond as he grappled with the unfolding chaos.

When he finally managed to disentangle himself from the heap of clothes, he was sent tumbling down the steps of his trailer, only to land unceremoniously in a puddle a short distance away.

Drenched from head to toe, he couldn’t hold back a frustrated ‘‘Fuck!’’ as he flung his wet hair away. However, amidst his exclamation, an unexpected sound reached his ears – a distinct ‘’Meow!’’

Shang Tsung’s world ground to a halt. ‘’Meow?’’ he echoed, utterly perplexed.

Gazing at his reflection in the puddle, he hoped desperately that it was all a dream. The creature staring back at him couldn’t be real. Two pairs of pointed ears, long black whiskers, a tiny triangular black nose, and again two large black eyes confronted him. He blinked, as if trying to verify his vision, and recoiled when his reflection blinked back in perfect synchronization.

The cat-like scream that followed, much higher-pitched than any human scream, nearly caused him to faint. He had transformed into a cat!

Fluffy paws had replaced his hands and feet, and whiskers, resembling delicate antennas, twitched involuntarily. The wet black fur failed to offer warmth, and a tail resembling a cleaning brush remained the only dry spot on his body.

Surveying his surroundings helplessly, Shang Tsung grappled with the overwhelming sensations. Colors, scents, and sounds bombarded his heightened senses. The moist and soft ground beneath his paws carried distinct smells – from the lush grass and flower pollen to the foul odor of nearby mice – making him nauseous and dizzy in this new feline reality.

He resolved to hide in his trailer until the effects of the potion had hopefully worn off. Perhaps time was the only remedy to this bizarre transformation.

With this decision, as he tried to maneuver his entirely alien limbs, he stumbled back into the puddle. Emitting a frustrated meow, he lifted his now even wetter body on trembling legs and took a determined step forward.

Coordinating his brain to move all four legs proved to be the most challenging task he had ever faced. Despite managing a few steps, it wasn’t long before he found himself face down on the ground. Climbing the stairs was out of the question when he could barely walk.

Yet, the thought of enduring the night defenseless in the open urged him to explore other options. Despite the presence of sharp claws at his disposal, he remained clueless about how to wield them effectively.

Suddenly, thunder rumbled ominously from the gathering dark clouds, intensifying his struggle. The loud noise sent shivers through his wet fur, and he fluffed up instinctively. What was he going to do now?

Abandoning the idea of entering his trailer due to his incapacitated state, and unable to climb the steps, he considered hiding beneath it. However, this provided little protection against larger predators.

As he weighed his limited options, another thunderclap sounded nearby, and rain approached faster than expected. Then, a solution flashed in his mind.

You.

In his present state of misery, pride might have prevented him from seeking you out, but the importance of trust is a precious rarity that outweighed his ego. The silver lining lay in the fact that, cloaked in this form, his identity would remain undetected by you.

He knew the way to your house by heart. If he could only manage to use his damn paws correctly, he estimated reaching your house in half an hour, perhaps even before the rain caught up with him.

With this determination, Shang wasted no time in taking action. His steps were still uneven and shaky, but time wasn’t a luxury he could afford to care about that.

The noise of the crowd from the market ahead throbbed in his ears, and an onslaught of diverse smells reached his nose, aggravating the nausea in his stomach. Being a cat was proving to be a challenging experience, perhaps explaining why they were often grumpy.

Navigating through the people, Shang tried his best not to entangle himself in anyone’s feet. However, his coordination mishaps led to a loss of balance, and a boy stepping on his tail resulted in a piercing yowl. Turning towards the offender, Shang unleashed a tirade of furious growls, attempting to express his outrage in the only way available.

‘’Are you blind, you damned brat! You almost trampled me!’’

Every word translated to meows, yet the intensity of his anger was universally understood. The woman, presumably the child’s mother, shielded her son from Shang and attempted to shoo him away with her hand, further bruising his wounded dignity.

Frustrated, Shang roared, ‘‘Who do you think you’re shooing, woman? Mother and son, I will kill you both and take your souls as a souvenir!’’—all conveyed in blood-curling meows.

Amidst the chaotic market, a male voice behind him suggested, ‘‘Ma’am, stand back; I think it has rabies.’’

Shang glared at the new person who had insulted him.

‘’Who do you think you’re calling rabid, you fucker—Oh, shit.’’

When he saw the bucket in the man’s hand that he was about to pour on him, he instantly put an end to his words-meows and hurried away from there as far as his legs would allow. He did not know how long he had been wandering around the market; the interior of the place he had always been wandering around had suddenly turned into a maze.

Everything was too loud, causing him to be constantly startled and feel the need to crawl into a corner with fear. The noise was overwhelming, and he had never felt so nervous; it was challenging not to be crushed underfoot when people, oblivious to his tiny presence, walked past him like giants. Additionally, the smells were more than mere scents—they were a symphony of overpowering fragrances that constantly distracted his attention.

After enduring a relentless pursuit by several dogs, their barks resonating through the narrow alleys, two people attempted to offer Shang affection. Amidst the chaos, he responded by scratching one person’s face, biting the other’s hand, and clumsily falling to the ground for the thirtieth time. Eventually, he managed to navigate the maze-like streets and arrive in front of your house.

Standing at the door of your one-story, quite small, stone house, he didn’t bother to stand up. Instead, he lay down on the ground for a prolonged moment.

Tired, hungry, and thirsty, he also felt the grime on his fur from the rain that continued to pour. It was already dark, and despite all his efforts, he hadn’t managed to escape the relentless downpour. While waiting in front of the door, drenched and shivering, he started screaming at the top of his lungs when he couldn’t hear a sound indicating that you were inside.

Just as people didn’t trust him easily, he himself never trusted others easily. In fact, he never trusted. You were the only one who had an exception in this matter. He had a bond with you that he didn’t share with anyone; it was so special and precious to him that Shang was afraid of doing something wrong and pushing you away.

You possessed a kind and empathetic nature, extending compassion even to someone like him who made money by deceiving people. This filled him with the need to protect, as well as a genuine concern for your selflessness.

While you were certainly not naive, your kind heart and tolerant attitude toward everyone could one day lead you to unexpected hurt. People often saw kindness as weakness, and Shang knew it well. Kindness was nothing more than a tool for many to gain the upper hand and exploit others.

Shang, despite his deceptive nature, taught you how to draw boundaries with small word games, preserving your gentle nature without resorting to brute force. Although he was aware that this approach contradicted his general nature, he found himself irresistibly drawn to you, seizing every opportunity to be near you.

He had no idea when he fell in love with you; perhaps it was the first time he saw you, or maybe it was when a few of the customers he tricked later came to kick his ass, and you helped him take care of his wounds after they hurt him badly. Or maybe it was that sexy look on your face when you didn’t refrain from answering back to him about something for the first time.

The options were endless, but one thing he knew was that he had never felt such intense attraction and closeness to anyone before. He was almost sure that you felt the same way, but he hesitated to take a step further, not wanting to risk this relationship he couldn’t name between you.

Finally, Shang stopped shouting when footsteps, making it clear that you had heard his screams, were heard from behind the door.

‘‘What’s going on?’’

When you opened the door and looked with curious eyes to see the source of the sound, Shang instantly tried to get your attention, mustering a heart-wrenching meow to pull at your heartstrings.

‘‘Oh, were you the cause of all this screaming?’’

By opening the door a little further, as if to show that there was no threat, you got down on your knees and stretched out your hand to him, inviting him closer.

“Hello, little one, come closer.’’

Shang came straight to you without a second thought, rubbing his head on your hands. He began to purr, a sound that seemed to emanate from the very core of his being. You put on a sweet smile at the sounds he made, Shang’s eyes closing with happiness as your gentle hands massaged behind his ears.

‘‘You poor thing, you’re soaked through.’’ After stroking his head a little more, you carefully grasped him on both sides with your hands. ‘’I’m going to hold you in my arms, please don’t attack me, okay?’’

Shang responded with louder purrs, trying to make himself appear as harmless and innocent as possible. You were the only person in this world he would not harm, a fact that could not change now or later. The warmth of your embrace provided solace to Shang, now a rain-soaked cat, as you lifted him into your arms. His damp fur clung to your clothes, but you didn’t seem to mind.

As you cradled him in your lap, Shang tried not to be too impressed by the softness of your breasts. But right now, even if he was a cat, he was a man, and being closer to the woman he loved than ever before might have affected him more than he thought.

‘‘That’s it, come here, my little friend. Let’s wash you first; you smell terrible. We’ll have dinner together later, what do you think? Is that okay?’’

While holding him with one hand and stroking him under the chin with the other hand, Shang’s eyes closed with happiness once again. He felt safe, comfortable, and peaceful. All that dizzying confusion of sounds, smells, and images had finally calmed down a little.

Your scent was playing a big role in him calming down. It was sweet, reminiscent of vanilla and a hint of lavender, a fragrance that wrapped around him like a comforting embrace.

When he caught your scent once more, just to be certain, his mouth watered. It was delicious, with an undercurrent of delightful notes—raisins and chocolate dough, the unmistakable aroma of his all-time favorite dessert: moon cakes, a treat you had lovingly prepared to smell just like this.

When his stomach rumbled loudly enough to embarrass him, you giggled.

“Oh my, I will put an end to your hunger at once, little one. Don’t worry; you’re in good hands.’’

When you arrived at the bathroom, after placing him in a basin and approaching to pour hot water on him, Shang’s whole body reflexively tensed up, and his coat puffed out.

If I get wet one more fucking time I-

‘‘I’ll keep this as quick as possible.’’ You said, in your usual kind voice, and put a little kiss on his head. The words that were waiting on the tip of Shang’s tongue to be said evaporated and disappeared into the air. Before he had a chance to shake off his astonishment, you began to wash his body with hot water.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, he liked the bath. The warm water cascading over him felt like a gentle rain, washing away the grime and tension from his fur. His body, stiff from the nightmare-filled moments he spent outside, had almost reached the consistency of falling asleep as it slowly relaxed between your fingers, which felt like magic.

‘‘Good boy, look how well behaved you are. You must be someone’s cat; you don’t look feral at all.’’ You said, mumbling to yourself. Your compliment had caused another unexpected reaction in Shang. While his heart began to beat faster than before, he had no doubt that his cheeks would have flushed noticeably if he had been human.

When you started delicately drying his body with a towel, Shang seized the opportunity to shake off the water, and in a playful display, a small scream escaped your lips as you attempted to shield yourself from the scattered water drops.

With your face and hair now adorned with droplets, Shang, taking full advantage of his feline guise, delicately licked the drops on your cheek. Unbeknownst to you, he reveled in this mischievous act.

Against his movement, you let out a giggle that made his heart jump. After drying his semi-damp body, you picked him up again and headed into the kitchen. Shang took a deep breath, inhaling the delicious smells wafting around, trying to ignore the rumbling of his stomach.

You had just made the moon cakes he had predicted, and with the smoke rising from them, it was obvious they had just come out of the stone oven. Shang couldn’t decide whether your lap or the buns lined up like treasure on the counter were more attractive.

‘‘Stop right here, and I’ll see what I can give you.’’

As you put him down and started preparing food by wandering around the kitchen, Shang looked at the counter with longing eyes. How he would have liked to jump in there and grab one of the cakes. Deciding to try his luck, he leaned his paws on the counter, attempting to keep his balance on both legs. Although he couldn’t see the counter, he could have reached out and grabbed one of the cakes with his paw. He just needed to reach a little more—

‘‘Oh, hold on there, you naughty kitty.’’

You grabbed him by the waist, pulled him away from the counter, and placed him on the table.

‘’There’s nothing there for you.”

“Don’t think so; you can’t protect those buns from me.”

Interpreting his mewing as a sign of hunger, you once again stroked the top of his head with understanding eyes.

“Here you go buddy, enjoy your meal.”

Leaving the food you had prepared for him in front of him, you sat down with your own dinner. Shang inspected the food, smelling the bowl. When he caught a whiff of chicken broth and stale bread crumbs, he looked up, giving you side eyes.

He couldn’t believe you were offering him stale bread.

“What?” As you carefully chewed a morsel, your eyebrows slightly furrowed. “Are you giving me the side eye?”

Shang pushed the food with one paw, turning his head to the side.

“What’s with that attitude?” you said with a laugh. “Aren’t you hungry? You should be able to smell the chicken inside.”

“And the stale bread you put in,” Shang hissed. Approaching you confidently, he eyed the food on your plate. With beautifully baked chicken pieces, sautéed vegetables, and rice, your plate looked quite delicious. Shang swallowed, feeling his mouth water. You didn’t stop him when he buried his head in your plate, about to devour one of the chickens.

“Alright, eat up. It’s obvious you need it more than me.”

As you gently stroked his head, Shang couldn’t determine if he was truly starving, attributing the chicken’s apparent deliciousness to his intense hunger. With purrs that exceeded his small body, he devoured the meal, finding it to be the most delicious chicken he had ever eaten.

When you prepared a new plate for yourself and sat down, a peaceful silence descended between the two of you. After a while, while taking a small sip from your wine glass, you continued to gently stroke the top of Shang’s head with one hand.

This, he thought to himself, must be heaven.

‘’You’re tame enough to make me think you’re somebody’s pet. If you haven’t run away from home and you’ve been dumped, I have two words to say to that person.’’ You said in a harsh voice.

As Shang licked the leftover pieces of chicken smeared on the side of his mouth, he started purring louder when he heard the protective timbre in your voice. Giggling at his reaction, you stroked his cheek with your dainty fingers.

‘’We need to give you a name, hmm.’’ After taking another sip of your wine, you patted your chin with one hand and looked at him with thoughtful eyes. Shang thought about how breathtaking you looked at that moment.

Most of the lights in your house were turned off, it was dim except for a few candles that you placed around and the heat and light emitted by a small fireplace burning a little further away.

The places where the soft yellow light touched your skin painted you a sweet golden color, while your cheeks were slightly pinkened because of the wine you were drinking, and your lips were tinged with a dark color of red. As the thin tufts of hair that had escaped from the bun that you had scattered from the top covered your face, he felt an intense desire to kiss you at that moment, it suddenly became even more important for him than breathing.

You looked so sweet, vulnerable, and beautiful that he cursed himself once again for turning into a cat. But on the other hand, if he hadn’t turned, he wouldn’t have the opportunity to see you like this.

“Actually, I know someone who loves cats, I have no doubt that he will adore you.” You said and put another smile on your face from behind the glass touched your lips. His heart warmed at the sight of you. “He tries not to show it, but I know how much he loves animals. It’s easier for him to make friends compared to people; I can’t blame him for thinking like that. Everyone has their reasons.’’

When your fingers moved again to stroke the soft fur, Shang brought his head closer to you. Meanwhile, he couldn’t help wondering, were you talking about him?

‘‘I can tell that his hair is the same color as your coat, and even your eyes are exactly the same color. Should I also call you Shang? Or Shang the Junior?‘’ You continued laughing at your own words, while Shang responded by looking at you with side eyes. His gaze must be amusing to you, making you burst into a louder laugh.

‘‘I’ve no doubt he’ll look just as sassy as you are looking at me right now! By the elder gods, that was good. But I think it would be more appropriate if I thought of another name… how about Night? It’s a name that suits you quite well.’’

After stroking his head for the last time, you collected the plates on the table in one hand and stood up with the wine glass you were about to finish. You put the plates in the tap, cut one of the moon cakes left on the counter across from you in half, and put it in your mouth.

“Better than I thought, Shang will love these.” You said it in a hushed voice, difficult to be heard. The expression on your face was much more peaceful and gentle now. Knowing that he was the reason behind it, filled Shang with pride. When he tried to attract attention to himself by meowing across the table, you approached him with half a moon cake.

“I know it’s usually harmful for you to eat this, but I guess a little bite once is fine, right? Here you go.” When you divided the one in your hand once more, reduced it even more, and handed it to him, Shang happily bit the piece you handed him into his mouth. The taste was absolutely exquisite—a feast of flavors that melted in his mouth before he even chewed.

‘‘You seem to like it too.’’

‘‘I love it!’’ Shang said, meowing loudly. When he held on to your arm with his front paws to ask for more, you had no choice but to give him the other piece as well. After Shang filled the last place left in his small stomach with cake, you took him on your lap and went into the living room.

You lay down on the peltries and furs that were laid out a little distance from the fireplace and pulled one of the cushions on the floor to have a pillow under your head. Shang instantly took advantage of the opportunity, curled up on your arm and rested his head on your neck.

The smell of you, the heat from the fireplace, and the crackling rising from the burning wood… all filled him with peace, as well as his relaxing body literally turned to jelly.

As the rain outside continued its symphony, Shang, now affectionately named Night, nestled comfortably in your gentle embrace. The soft illumination of candles played with the shadows, creating a tranquil ambiance that matched the warmth spreading within him.

Your musings about other potential names—Whiskers or Shadow—accompanied by the calming melody of the rain, painted an intimate scene. The soothing patter of raindrops on the window seemed to harmonize with the contented purrs emanating from Shang, reinforcing the newfound sense of belonging.

‘‘It’s a very different feeling to want to see someone all the time, not to want to leave their side,’’ You said some time later. Your tone was quiet and somehow fragile. While one hand stroked the soft, black fur, Shang stubbornly tried to resist sleeping, despite his tired body. He wanted to hear the words that would come out of your mouth.

‘‘I feel that I really know him, I accepted him into my heart a long time ago with all his wrongs and truths.’’

Even though there was technically no one else in the house but you, your voice was getting quiet, as if you were afraid someone would hear it. When the other hand covered your eyes, the smile that left your lips this time had nothing to do with the previous ones. It was bitter and insecure.

‘’I like him. Oh gods, I like him more than I thought.’’

A tear trickled down your cheek from the eyes you had hidden from him. Shang instantly rose up and licked the tear that was trickling down your cheek, as if to calm you down. How he would like to be a human being right now and reciprocate you. While his heart was pounding with happiness and excitement because of your confession, at the same time, your lack of self-confidence and the anxiety that you were feeding from the inside made him feel bad.

You finally kissed the top of his head, rewarding him for trying to comfort you as much as he could with a little chuckle.

‘’Thank you, Night. Your presence was unexpected, but thank you for choosing my door.’’ You said, in a voice as soft and sincere as honey. ‘‘I wish there was some way I could know what was going through Shang’s mind; it would be nice to know if he feels the same way towards me, wouldn’t it?’’

Shang just rubbed his head against yours, trying to give you a positive answer. He wanted this damn situation to end as soon as possible; he was about to go insane.

After a while, you declared, ‘’It’s been a long day,’ concluding the topic. The flickering flames in the fireplace cast a warm glow, highlighting the subtle lines of exhaustion on your face. Shifting towards the fireplace, you enveloped him in your arms, pulling Shang close as if he was a cherished plush toy. Shang nestled into the warmth, leaning against you with no space between.

He seemed content in this embrace, willing to endure it a while longer.

BONUS:

As birds chirped outside and sunlight gradually invaded the room, you slowly awoke. The wooden floor beneath you creaked as you shifted, a small moan escaping your lips along with the lingering ache in your hips.

Every inch of you seemed to protest the unconventional night’s rest. Yet, when a hand, still warm from sleep, squeezed your waist, all discomfort faded. Turning, a gasp caught in your throat.

There lay Shang Tsung, peacefully asleep, a sight you hadn’t anticipated. Surprised, you didn’t scream, perhaps even forgetting to breathe. Studying his features, you reached out, brushing your fingers through his tousled black hair. The once-cynical expression softened in slumber, and his pale pink lips were slightly parted, giving him a tranquil and almost boyish appearance, adorned with freckles on cheeks and nose.

Time seemed to halt, your heart reacting as it always did in his presence. To affirm it wasn’t a dream, your fingers grazed the soft strands of his hair, gently pulling them away from his face.

“This is real,” you uttered in a single breath. When Shang heard your voice, he parted his long, black eyelashes. His sleepy gaze found you directly, and a small smile settled on his face, leaving your heart in disarray.

“Of course, it’s real,” said Shang, his voice thicker than usual due to sleep. “It’s too early to wake up yet, so close your eyes. Let’s get some more sleep.”

Your brain was preoccupied with grasping the truth of how he got into your house and why he was sprawled over you with his arms wrapped around you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked with surprise.

“You let me in,” he replied simply.

“Me?” As you tried to figure out how, your eyebrows furrowed. The pieces snapped together in your mind as if lightning had flashed inside your head. “Was it you last night?!” you exclaimed, the half-scream in your voice. Shang’s eyes had already closed, but the wicked smile that revealed he hadn’t fallen asleep yet lingered on his face.

“How did you manage to turn into a cat?”

“Dear, it’s a pretty long story. Let me get some sleep first.”

As Shang snuggled closer, placing his chin on the top of your head, your eyes trailed down to his bare, muscular chest, and a shrill scream escaped your lips.

“You’re naked!”

“I guess so, I was a cat.”

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping next to me like this and still doing it,” you stammered, your face almost on fire.

“Well, I am quite comfortable,” Shang quipped without opening his eyes. He groped and took one of the pelts behind him, using it to cover himself.

“There, is that all right now?’’ A mischievous glint appeared in Shang’s eyes as he teased, “Well, if you’re done interrogating me, maybe I can finally enjoy some beauty sleep.”

You were so confused that you couldn’t answer him. Your poor brain, still struggling to comprehend what had just happened, was about to reach its breaking point. When you remembered the conversation you had with yourself last night, your face got so hot that you thought you were going to pass out and faint on the spot.

‘’When you were a cat… Do you remember what I said?”

Shang realized what you were talking about and chuckled in a deep voice.

“Everything.”

“Everything?” you said, squealing. Attempting to wriggle free from his grasp, you tried to hide from him, but Shang’s strong hands didn’t release their grip on your waist for a moment. On the contrary, a shaky breath escaped you when he pulled you closer, his hand gently stroking your hair.

“I like you too, (y/n),” Shang said, then kissed your forehead as if sealing his words. “I’ve been waiting for this moment so long,” he took a deep breath, burying his face into your hair. “While I’m holding you in my arms like this now, I don’t want to let go. Let’s stay like this a little longer.”

Since you couldn’t trust your voice, you contented yourself with nodding in approval. Although you couldn’t see Shang’s expression, there was no doubt he wasn’t smiling.

Your heart filled with warmth and happiness, sensations you’d never experienced before. You had a premonition that Shang had feelings for you, but you chose silence, fearing your confession might affect the bond between you.

This mutual confession made you feel light as a bird, filling you with pure happiness that made you wiggle like a little girl.

Before you could help yourself, now allowed to do something you’d wanted for a very long time, you straightened up on your elbows and planted a little kiss on one of Shang’s round cheeks.

Shang slightly opened his eyes, looking at you as if you were the most precious thing on earth. Then, as his hand found its place in the back of your neck, guiding you closer, you willingly followed. When your lips met, it was like two magnets drawn together, stealing every ounce of breath from your lungs

Shang’s kiss was as soft as the morning itself, an impetuosity showing that all the time belonged to them. While responding to his kiss, a detail caught your attention, and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Shang… You’re purring.”

Shang’s closed eyes widened.

“Fuck. There must be some side effects left from the damn potion.”

“I’ve always wanted to have a big cat,” you teased. Shang’s eyes narrowed playfully.

“I’m not like the cats you know, sweetie,” he said, brushing your hair with the back of his hand. Another smile left your lips, and you reached out to kiss him again.

“I have no doubt of it. Just don’t scratch the furniture, okay?”

Shang mockingly gasped, placing a hand over his chest.

“I’m offended. My claws are reserved for far more exciting endeavors, darling.”

[lonely-hearts-assemble]

𝐀𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ˚∗   

Born to be a housewife forced to be a bloodlust yakuza 😞 beware: this a bullshit

Masterlist!

“ you're staring ”

“you're old ”

“....”

“ not complaining though ”

“ ..... ”

“ did knock some sense into you ”

“ ..... ”

“ aaand reduced the medical bill ”

“ ...... ”

“but still, even Goo doesn't look as ol- mmph ”

You're rudely cutoff by a slice of apple being shoved into your mouth, his fingers lingering on your lips feeling you chew- scowling at first which gradually fades as you savour the succulent flavour inside your mouth

“ you and your big mouth are never gonna change, are they? ”

“ You're realizing that now? ”

Well– you do admit it was a stretch since in numbers, he basically wasn't old old, however his looks and behaviour made you think otherwise.

It was evident in the way the corner of his eyes had grown droopy and gaze tender around the edges. The rough epidermis of his face had began to crease.

The hints of grey flashed sliver lines in his hair under the light, plethora of them hiding beneath when your fingers wandered through his locks while he rested on your lap reading some book.

Lounging inside became more preferred over running ’buisness’ of who knows what, coming back drenched in blood with brand new scars to exhibit.

You witnessed the transition from him being all about suits and war to being all about a cute pink apron and a housewife.

This was the best thing.

Waking up to faint aroma that would drag you to the kitchen where your housewife boyfriend stood with his bare scarred back adorned by the the bows of the frilly apron.

' what a hunk' you won't fail to muse even in your grogginess as you hug this goon, feeling the texture and his muscles move under your cheek and palms. Something about this intimacy made you soo-

“ we have bed for a reason. ”

" nghh "

He can only sigh then carefully pry your arms off and put you up on the counter where you rub the sleep off your eyes.

Another major transition was that his kisses were no longer rough or devouring but... soft. Took you a while to get used to this one. Holding you firmly around your midriff with an arm and relishing in the feeling of how your lips fit– or so you assume when he's leaning against your forehead in the aftermath for few minutes, eyes shut.

But hey! Don't worry he would be rough when you wanted to

Another thing you noticed, that you hadn't before cuz of his stupid schedule and perhaps yours too was that- park joggun does every task, no matter how mundane or silly, quite earnestly.

Just the other day, when you in your misery were were whining about your tangled hair and painful knots, calloused fingers close around your palm and slip the hairbrush out of your grip.

You almost snorted as the scene unfolded in the mirror- your war-hungry expressionless boyfriend picking through every knot carefully, untangling you strands with so much care and focus and brushing your hair oh so delicately that one would think, for a moment, he hadn't gone off the deep end. When was the last time someone brushed your hair for you?

“ ahh a little to the left- a little more- yesss”

It's felt so good that you were hurt when it ended.

“ why don't you become my personal hairbrusher? ”

“ for 1 mil won ”

“ seriously? Gonna cling to that money lust till you die huh? ”

“ realizing now? ”

So much for changing. Ugh, you could feel him smirk even without looking.

[meltinglikeasugarcube]

heyy. maybe too specific but would you write an one shot based on ciwyw but taylor is the “he”/the muse 😁😁 it can be smutty too

love your stories!

This is very fluffy by the way!!

Title: LIKE A DAYDREAM

Word Count: 608

Pairing: Taylor Swift x Female Reader

“I have something for you,” Taylor says, her voice almost lost inside the linen hush. You’re tangled beneath the covers, facing one another. A single lamp burns on the nightstand, painting her sweet face in strokes of honey. She’s impossibly clear in the haze. You can’t stop staring.

You’ve been speaking in the low register of survival. She listens with the steadiness of someone who knows how to hold things without flinching. It isn’t new. She’s done this before. She’s here again.

Today was awful. Another headline. Another hour in a room with your publicist, arguing over optics, over phrasing, over how to prove something that isn’t real. You were accused of the kind of thing that doesn’t end a career; it salts the earth beneath it. And you didn’t do it. But none of that matters when the public decides they’ve already made room for your absence.

You cry harder than you meant to. Taylor doesn’t leave. Just holds your face in her hands and lets the tears run down your skin. You grip her wrist like it can stop the collapse.

“You do?” you ask, voice stripped down to its bones. She nods. The sound she makes is closer to breath than speech.

“Just something to remind you that even when everything else seems loud and temporary, I am not.”

You watch her eyes, the ridge of her cheekbone, soft where it spills into the hollow of her throat. You know this face. You’ve mapped it in daylight, in exhaustion, in laughter. But now, like this, there’s something almost unbearable about it. Not because she’s perfect. Because she’s real. Because she’s here, despite everything.

“You know that, don’t you?” Her thumb brushes your cheek, catching a tear you didn’t realize had fallen. “God, the way it kills me to see you like this. I’ll be back on tour soon, and I just… I need to know you can hold yourself together when I can’t be the one holding you.”

“You don’t have to feel responsible for me,” you say, softer than you intended.

"Stop saying that," she interrupts, voice low. "You keep offering me an out I don't want."

From the pocket of her jeans she pulls it—light catching mid-motion, a flash of gold so deep it looks liquid.

“Touch this,” she tells you, holding it out. Her palm is open. Her fingers don’t tremble.

You press your thumb and forefinger against it. Cold at first. Then the shape resolves under your skin. A letter. T.

“I’m not giving you this because I think I own you,” she says gently. “I’m giving it to you because I want something of mine near your heart when I can’t be.”

Tears blur your vision again, but they come slower this time. Your hand closes around the pendant. You bring it to your lips and kiss it softly as she watches.

“I love you,” you say with certainty.

Her eyelids fall shut like the gentlest curtain call. Without thought, without hesitation, yours do the same.

[gojos146lashes]

holy shit i'm fucking desperateeee helpppp😭😭

i've been trying to find that one post where reader/you is like, uh, a maid in a cafe(?) type shi. and like, it's interactive? the reader gets to choose their dialogues and stuff, like, if they don't want the options given, they can type out their own response too. it's a jjk fic btw. where gojo and geto go to the cafe being treated by server reader and all that. idk the set timeline(haven't gone far yet) but i know damn well that geto was wearing his signature robe(???? idk😭😭 I'm lost, pls don't kill me.) or some shit, idk anymoreee. pleaseee hep and let me knowww.

im desperate.

[itsthecline]

INTRODUCING… CAMP LEADER!READER

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ camp leader!reader who was always described as ‘the coolest girl i’ve ever met’ from people she used to know. she had been a staff member at only one camp before jessamine. its where she went when she was younger , but once she started working there rather attending , she realized it was a little… culty? so she went more east than tennessee and found a new home.

camp leader!reader who believed in ‘not knowing’ if her campers snuck out of their bunks every once in awhile because she knew that’s where some of the best memories came from. thankfully , she chose a new camp where she had a lot of free time of her own , which consisted of going where the campers didn’t and smoking or partying with the other group leaders. if the kids were having fun , why couldn’t she?

camp leader!reader who decided that these friends she met at camp jessamine were in fact for lifers. she only had one friend in her personal life— who finally agreed on signing up with her this summer , but these new friends were ones she didn’t wanna lose when fall came around and the camp shut down for the colder months.

a/n here we go! vote on the polls on upcoming chapters so we can decide where to go from here:) and comment to be put on the taglist for this one<3

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[fattummyt]

Bruce Banner & Tony Stark/Female Patient Reader - "Do You Concur?" 🌶️

Summary: The reader pays a visit to her primary OBGYN, Dr. Banner, to discuss some pain she's experiencing during orgasm and the results of her exam are surprisingly pleasing.

Tags: Doctor AU!, Obstetrician Gynecologist, Medical Kink, Professionals, Gifted Hands, POV First Person, Reader-Insert, Reader-Interactive, Self-Insert, Humor, Vaginal Fingering

Warnings: explicit, dubious consent, brief fat joke, mention of weight loss

Author's Notes: This fanfiction describes events where clear consent is not established, so to be safe, I have tagged it at dubious consent. L/N = Last name. Revisiting this reminded me I wrote a second chapter that I never posted! I'll have to circle back on that.

Read it on AO3 here!

You flinched, unable to control your labored breath now as you whimpered. "D-doctor I'm starting to—" “—I apologize, it'll be just a bit longer. I believe I may have felt something."

This thin paper gown left you feeling a bit cold and overexposed for your liking.

You heard what sounded like people talking outside your room followed by a short knock, and somebody stepped in.

"Are you well?" His voice brought a tightness to your chest.

"Yes, Dr. Banner."

He pulled open the privacy curtain and the strong scent of either his cologne, aftershave, hair gel, or a fragrant blend of all three wafted across your face.

He smiled gently, his pearly whites threatening the vibrance of that of his lab coat.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Fine." You replied, a bit too briskly.

"Oh, just fine? Well, maybe I can do something about that."

I hope you can do a couple things with those gifted hands.

He took a seat in a rolling stool beside a computer desk and promptly began typing into a file that appeared to be about you.

"So I understand you've been experiencing some pain in your pelvis?"

"Yes, Dr. Banner."

"Can you describe this pain?"

"Well, it's sorta like a sharp poking feeling at the opening of my vagina. It's less pain and more of a discomfort."

"Hmm, okay, so this discomfort you're experiencing, is this something you experience consistently, is it only when you sit?"

"Um..." You paused, dropping your shoulders as you examined the floor.

"I only feel it after I uh—reaching orgasm."

His fervent typing paused, which alarmed you, however his eyes never left the screen.

"Are you currently sexually active?"

You squirmed, "Um, what do you mean by sexually active?"

He crossed his knees and scooted closer to you, his undivided attention so powerful, it made your stomach ache.

"By sexually active, I mean, have you, in the past 4 weeks, participated in any sexual activities that may include clitoral stimulation or vaginal insertion?"

"Oh, yes."

"Thank you." He nodded quietly, and scooted back to begin typing at his computer again.

"Please, excuse me, I'm just taking down some notes. I'll only be a moment, then we can continue moving forward with your exam."

Your heart's upper chamber must've heard that because it skipped an entire beat.

An exam? I didn't think I'd need an exam. I thought I'd just stick a swab up my concha and go.

His clipboard rested comfortably in his lap as he turned and approached you again, this time, his posturing a bit more intimate.

"Would you mind if I did a brief examination? This would involve a visual exam of your vulva, clitoris, and labia, and an internal exam where I'd insert my fingers into your vagina and check for any abnormalities."

You hadn't even been fully listening. You'd gotten lost tracing the grey streaks that decorated his hairline and panicked a bit.

Also, Dr. Banner does this thing where he uses his hands a lot when he speaks, and unknowingly has been 👉👌-ing this entire time.

"Abnor...malities?"

"Yes, so any unexpected lumps, foreign objects, things of that nature."

You fiddled with your gown for a moment, a bit unsure.

"I can assure you, I've done exams like this a countless number of times and you're in good health, you haven't had any children, and you seem fairly responsible, so I can't foresee running into any issues."

He smiled, and for the betterment of your vagina, you decided to say yes.

"Great. A nurse will be back in to escort you to your exam room where you'll be instructed to sit back with your legs in stirrups. Are you comfortable with that?"

"Yes, Dr. Banner."

The next room you were escorted to was much smaller and a lot more intimate. The lights were dim and your stirrups were cold, but the room felt air tight and warm.

You couldn't hear anyone from inside so when Dr. Banner knocked, you were a bit startled before answering.

"Come in."

He still had that gentle smile on his face as he entered.

"Thanks for being patient. Give me a second to get prepped and we can begin."

You nodded, trying to slow your heartbeat as you heard the sink run shortly before the snap of his latex gloves.

He took a seat in front of you, a clear unlabeled bottle in hand.

"Alright, first I'll begin with the external exam. Please let me know if you experience any discomfort."

You nodded, your cheeks, ears, and face growing 20% warmer.

The sight of Dr. Banner between your open legs was simply too much for you to handle. You took to laying back against the reclined chair and looking away.

"Feeling okay? I'm just going to adjust these stirrups a bit. Let me know if you experience any discomfort." He asked, hidden behind your gown.

"Yes, Dr. Banner."

Your legs were promptly stretched wide, just enough that you could feel a cool breeze on your spread labia.

He took a seat in front of you and began to fill the silence with small talk.

"So, how were the holidays?"

"Um, pretty good, I got a pillow from my great aunt."

"Hey, that's pretty practical. You know what I got? All my coworkers chipped in and got me a home gym set."

"Wow. That's super generous."

"I know huh? I love it so much, but you know, I wonder if maybe they just secretly wanted me to lose a few pounds."

Not fond of fat jokes, you gave your most sarcastic, robotic laugh and he chuckled.

His warm breath tickled your thighs and you couldn't help it, the image of Dr. Banner's mouth so close to your pussy made you feel—

Your clit throbbed.

You felt it.

It definitely throbbed.

Fuck me. Maybe he wasn't watching?

All of these ideas ran through your head before he cleared his throat, shocking you back into reality.

He stood up and somehow seeing him once again rekindled the inferno of blood rushing in your face.

"Alright. Everything looks great. Now all that's left is the internal exam. Is there anything you need from me?"

Please choke me until I fall unconscious.

"No. Thank you Dr. Banner."

"Great, then let's jump right into it. I'm going to be applying some water based lube to your vagina, it may be a bit cold, but it'll warm up shortly after contact."

He looked down and you heard what sounded like a bottle cap opening, followed by the squirt of a healthy dose of lubricant.

"I'm going to apply it to your vagina now."

As his fingers made contact you were alarmed by the sudden sliminess of the lube as well as the warmth of his fingers bleeding through his gloves.

You bit your lips, staring up at the ceiling, trying desperately to avoid eye contact.

"Ok. I'm going to insert my finger now. Let me know if you experience any discomfort."

You nodded, gripping the edges of your seat, concentrating on regulating your breath as his wet, thick finger slowly slipped in.

You abandoned your prior plans and held your breath as you felt his knuckle brush against you and his finger begin to explore inside your hole.

He glanced down at you for a moment and his mere gaze made your skin tingle.

"Are you experiencing any discomfort?"

You shook your head, fervently.

"Good. Do any of the movements I'm making with my fingers replicate the discomfort you mentioned before?"

His finger dipped in as deep as possible, hooking up and pressing right against your G-spot.

You finally exhaled as your skin began to buzz with a familiar warmness of your impending orgasm.

"N-no." You moaned, breathily.

"Hmm." He muttered, he shifted his hand and now his knuckle brushed against your clit as he stirred inside you.

You flinched, unable to control your labored breath now as you whimpered.

"D-doctor I'm starting to—"

“—I apologize, it'll be just a bit longer. I believe I may have felt something."

Every time his glove grazed your clit you throbbed uncontrollably, your walls beginning to constrict around him.

He slowly pulled his finger out, having mercy on you, before you heard the cap of the bottle pop open and shut.

"I need to apply more lube. It should only take a second. Please mind the coldness."

This time his two fingers slid into you with a wet, sticky squelch, his thumb smearing your clit with lube.

You whined unbridled, your nails piercing the cushion seat as your hips snapped.

"Please, try to remain composed for the duration of the exam, Miss L/N. It'll be over very shortly."

"Mmm-s-sorry Doctor."

His two fingers ground against your G-spot, his thumb rubbing tiny, incidental circles on your clit.

"Miss L/N, you're grinding into my hand."

You panted, your feet trembling in your stirrups.

"I'm— D-doctor B-anner." You pleaded, holding his gentle, searing gaze before you threw your head back, the dim lights of the ceiling blinding you as you came.

Dr. Banner waited patiently as your walls thrashed around his fingers before slowly relaxing.

You gazed dazedly at the dim fluorescent lights, before your eyes came to focus on Dr. Banner who had removed his gloves and now stood beside you.

"Did you feel any pain at all during this exam?"

"No, Dr. Banner." Your voice a bashful whisper.

"Did you experience any discomfort as you achieved orgasm?"

"No, Dr. Banner."

"How do you feel as of now?"

You blinked, a sarcastic tone in your voice. "Empty."

He showed a restrained smile, chuckling a bit as he adjusted his glasses.

There was a quick, jaunty knock at the door and in stepped a man in scrubs, a procedure mask, and a surgeon's cap on.

"Hello, hello, hello." He sang, giving you a short wave, before scribbling on his clipboard.

As if Dr. Banner knew this man, for the first time, he broke into informalities.

"What's with the get up?"

The man paused, cocking his head at Dr. Banner, before ultimately choosing not to respond to his comment.

"Bruce. Have you given your lovely patient a proper diagnosis?"

Dr. Banner came around to stand at the end of your chair, the other man joined him before speaking.

"Unfortunately I wasn't able to determine the source of your discomfort, Miss L/N, so I decided to ask a colleague for a second opinion. I believe you may have heard of him? His name is Dr. Stark. He runs this practice."

"Greetings, Miss L/N. I presume your exam went well?" He glanced knowingly at Dr. Banner before his crows feet scrunched up into his smile.

You nodded before Dr. Stark turned toward Dr. Banner.

"Dr. Banner, I suggest that we do some further examinations to ensure that your patient is no longer experiencing any pain or discomfort during orgasm. I recommend 30 minutes of heavy oral stimulus. Do you concur, Doctor?"

Dr. Banner faced toward you and for the first time, his demeanor shifted from one of utmost professionalism to one of lascivious mischief.

"Yes, I concur."

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[raghhhhhyperfixations]

Jason: Babe.

Reader:

Jason: Babe

Jason: Babe

Reader looking up: What?

Jason i need fifteen bucks

Reader: For what?

Jason: a sandwhiiiich :3

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SPICY ALPHABET — tommy slater

WARNINGS: 18+, lightly implied chubby/soft bodied!reader, general smut that comes with nsfw alphabets

A/N: i want y'all to know that this doc was created in 2021 and I have rediscovered it today and finished it while trying to fix my bg3 mods to play multiplayer.

A is for AFTERCARE — what they’re like after sex

➥ very very VERY affectionate guy

➥ would definitely take the time to clean you up and make sure you were okay afterwards

➥ there isn’t too much he can do at the camp, but he always makes you feel loved and cared for after

➥ has a stash of your favourite snacks and drinks for whenever your over

B is for BODYPART — favorite body part of theirs + their partner’s

➥ thigh/ass/hips/waist guy for sure, likes the give of your flesh wherever he's holding onto you as he's fucking you

➥ isn’t into overtly sexual pda, but is prone to let his hands wander to your ass if you guys are making out and away from prying eyes

➥ you'd mentioned before that you liked how strong his arms are, throwing the kids around in the water, so if he had to pick anything on himself it’d be his arms

C is for CUM — anything to do with cum

➥ if you’re on birth control, I can totally see Tommy getting off on being able to cum inside you, he barely needs to wait before he's hard again, stuffing his fingers in you to mix his cum with your arousal, living off of the sounds that come for your mouth and your cunt

➥ if he can’t cum in you he's fine with whatever you want

D is for DIRTY SECRET — pretty self explanatory

➥ he's seen the way you've taken charge while your going about you tasks around camp, and finds himself wanting to be bossed around by you in bed

E is for EXPERIENCE — how experienced are they?

➥ not much before you came along

➥ doesn't like anything casual, so anything he knows comes from girlfriends, what he hears in the locker rooms, or from a naughty magazine he has hidden in his room

F is for FAVOURITE POSITION — this goes without saying

➥ really likes seeing your face and/or being as close as physically possible

➥ if you're flexible be ready to be bent basically in half if your on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders as he bends down to kiss you

G is for GOOFY — are they serious in the moment? humorous? etc.

➥ if it’s the first time you two are together you can bet your top dollar that he would be super serious, wanting to make sure you were enjoying it just as much as he was

➥ probably only humorous if you guys knock something over or something like that, laughing at the mess you guys are making before going back to it.

➥ overall probably more on the serious end than the goofy end

H is for HAIR — how well groomed are they? etc.

➥ well, considering the time, hair on either of you probably wouldn't be that big of a deal, so if you do or don't shave, he has no problem with either

➥ I feel like he wouldn't like shaving because the regrowth would be too irritating, but if you have an issue with a full on push he will trim it as low as he can

I is for INTIMACY — how are they during the moment?

➥ very intimate, loves being close to you in whatever way he can, holding your hand and trailing kisses all over your body

➥ there is no way to misinterpret his affections for you during your day to day life, but having sex with him really drives it home

➥ you are his world and he will make sure you know it wherever and whenever

J is for JACK OFF — masturbation headcanon

➥ doesn't really have that much of a high sex drive, until he's in a relationship and after you've been intimate

➥ know how it is to be that close to you means it takes very little to turn him on when you cross his mind, and it doesn't even have to be sexual, it just ends up with him with his hands down his pants if he's alone

K is for KINK — one or more of their kinks

➥ he doesn't like doing anything sexual in public, but really gets off to you having to be quite if someone is close enough to hear you

➥ absolutely loves the sounds muffled by your pillow or hand

➥ if it's his hand over your mouth it's even better, being able to feel your shaky exhales on his skin, the vibrations of your moans, it's got him shoving his face in your neck or pressing your lips together to stifle his own sounds

L is for LOCATION — favorite places to do the do

➥ anywhere behind closed doors is good enough for him

➥ the less likely someone is able to walk in on the two of you the better, he doesn't want anyone ruining the moment or, most importantly, making you uncomfortable in any way

M is for MOTIVATION — what turns them on

➥ he is easily conditioned by you, so if you do the same thing before sucking him off (putting your hair back in some way) or calling him a pet name usually saved for more intimate moments to try to get a rise out of him, it will turn him on faster than he thought possible

N is for NO — something they wouldn’t do, turn offs

➥ he isn't too big on causing you pain, so spankings or choking are probably off the table

➥ i don't see him being a fan of anal

➥ probably against having another person joining you guys as well

O is for ORAL — preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

➥ isn't very picky or selfish so he doesn't have a preference, enjoys both equally

➥ if he hasn't gone down on any of his partners he won't really know what to do, but knows enough in theory that he would only need a little guidance from you for what you specifically like

P is for PACE — are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

➥ can go either way but he prefers slow and sensual

➥ he's very intimate and loves being as close to you as possible, which you can't really do with fast and rough

➥ won't deny you if you want to change things up, and is fully capable of pounding you until you're a sobbing mess if that's what you want

Q is for QUICKIE — their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

➥ at the camp it's typically quickies if your nighttime schedules don't match up

➥ lunch sometimes ends up being skipped in favour of a few precious moment spent together

➥ don't worry though, he'll sneak into the kitchen to grab you both something quick to eat to make up for it

R is for RISK — are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

➥ is generally down to try anything you ask

➥ he found out he likes hearing you desperately trying to stifle you sounds from fucking you a room over from other camp councillors, so yeah, he's not down to try something out at least once, expecially after finding that out

S is for STAMINA — how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

➥ can go for quite a while

➥ he's typically big on foreplay, so you'll have probably cum before he's even been inside you

➥ depending on how long you've been apart from each other sexually will depend on how long he can last

T is for TOYS — do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

➥ he definitely won't own any, but won't really care if you use one when you're apart

➥ I don't think he'd be all that big on using them together, but I also think you could change his mind, since he'd give it a try if you asked

Would probably only like using a vibrator on you to edge you, holding it to your clit while he sits inside you, feeling your walls spasm around him

U is for UNFAIR — how much they like to tease

➥ while I do believe Tommy is a tease, I don’t think it would be something he could fully commit to

➥ he’d make little comments here and there to get you flustered, but any teasing to prolong foreplay would be very quickly abandoned the second you plead for him to do something

V is for VOLUME — how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

➥ probably not loud, but will make quite a bit of noise

➥ cursing whenever you clench around him, heavy pants that turn into desperate moans and groans as he gets closer to the edge

➥ his moans will probably get caught in his throat as he cums

W is for WILD CARD — a random headcanon for the character

➥ when you two had first gotten intimate, he had eaten you out, laying down on his stomach and rutting into the bed

➥ he didn't even notice he had cum until you had rolled him over to return the favour

➥ despite his initial embarrassment, the sight of you sucking him into full hardness, cleaning up the mess he made with your tongue is probably one of the hottest things he's ever seen

X is for X-RAY — let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

➥ average length but kinda thick, the head larger than you'd expect

➥ it's the perfect stretch, and even when you tease him by only taking the tip, it's big enough to get caught on the rim of your opening if you take him too deep while you roll your hips

Y is for YEARNING — how high is their sex drive?

➥ high when you guys get together

➥ loves being close to you, and the feeling off your body against his, even if it's not sexual, will get him aroused one way or another

➥ if you have to spend some time away from each other for whatever reason he will be so desperate for you it's not even funny, it's almost like he's a virgin seeing a naked woman for the first time

➥ bricked the fuck up until he can touch you again (those reunions tend to last a while and you can bet the first round will be desperate and rough)

Z is for ZZZ — how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

➥ if it's at night in the safety of one of your cabins, the second you're taken care of and you two are wrapped up in eachother, he's out like a light

➥ I feel like he's used to being busy right until he's going to sleep, so he's able to fall asleep with no effort at all

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No Matter What (Crosshair x Reader) - Platonic

Words: 1.3k Warning: Fluff with a little bit of hurt/comfort. Synopsis: After settling on Pabu with Clone Force 99, (Y/N) goes on a self-given mission with Crosshair to bring their lost brother home. Standalone Sequel: Silence

After the assault on Mount Tantis and the death of Hemlock, things had been different for Clone Force 99. Echo had refocused his efforts on helping the build Clone Rebellion, taking with him Emerie and some of the clones rescued from the Advanced Science Division, among them Comet. Omega had seamlessly adjusted to life on Pabu once more, happy to be just another kid, growing up peacefully until she was ready to join the fight once more if she did.

Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair would take care of Jax, Bayrn, Eva, and Sami until they could be returned to their families. Each had decided it was time to retire, to discover who they were outside of being soldiers, and to find out what adventures life had in store for them now. However, they’d always be on call if Echo ever needed them.

(Y/N) on the other hand, would use her skills as a bounty hunter to help provide for the people of Pabu and help clones across the galaxy find their way once they were freed from the empire. Although she loved the peace Pabu offered and the small family unit she had gained with Clone Force 99, she wasn’t ready to settle down completely. Not when she still had questions that needed answering. Not when she still needed to find closure.

“I miss him too,” said Crosshair, picking up Tech’s broken goggles from the dashboard of (Y/N)’s ship. Seconds later, a sigh escaped him, hidden within it, regret and grief. The last time he’d spoken to Tech was on Kamino; once again, they’d gone their separate ways. If only he’d chosen differently. “You have to let him go (Y/N). He wouldn’t want you to hold on like this.”

“I can’t,” whispered (Y/N), stopping what she was doing and allowing Crosshair’s words to sink in. “I have to bring him home, even if I have to say goodbye one last time,” she added, admitting she knew there was a chance Tech was truly gone, but she couldn’t allow herself to believe it, not until she found him. “He never gave up on me when I was lost. Neither of you did. I won't give up on him now until he’s home.”

“Then I’m going with you,” said Crosshair, putting the broken goggles back on the dashboard, moving to sleeping racks, and setting another up, if only to make his point clear.

“Omega and the kiddos need you here,” commented (Y/N), attempting to protest. Although she already knew it was pointless. Crosshair was one of the most stubborn people she knew. Once he made up his mind, there was little that could change it.

“Hunter and Wrecker can handle things here until we get back,” declared Crosshair, turning to face (Y/N) before crossing his arms over his chest. “Right now, you need me more,” he added, although he did not admit he’d thought about going out there to look for his brother. Something didn’t sit right with him, leaving Tech out there.

“I’m not going to win, am I?” asked (Y/N), sighing as she walked the length of her ship. Filled with memories of the past, her life as a Jedi Knight that felt like a lifetime ago, and her new life as a bounty hunter and protector.

“Nope,” simply responded Crosshair, “You’re stuck with me this time Shortfire.”

The moment Crosshair entered the cockpit, he pushed the red button, activating the com channel. He spoke to Hunter, Wrecker, and Omega there, informing them of his impromptu decision to join (Y/N) on her journey. Framing it to make sure she had backup and would come home again.

“It wasn’t your fault (Y/N),” said Crosshair when (Y/N) entered the cockpit, following the routine she’d once taught Tech, checking over all the systems. There’s nothing either of us could have done to stop him from using Plan 99.”

“If I was there, I could have stopped him from falling,” admitted (Y/N), finally opening up about the guilt haunting her. When her family needed her most on Eriadu, she was across the galaxy, hiding from her past and the Jedi Hunters that had seemingly appeared overnight.

“You were protecting them. No one could have predicted Saw being on Eriadu, and no one could have predicted Tech sacrificing himself. Blaming ourselves won’t change the past (Y/N). It will only prevent you from finding peace and happiness, whatever that looks like.”

“For what it’s worth, Fortune Cookie, I’m glad you’re coming with me,” admitted (Y/N), bestowing Crosshair with a new nickname, replacing the old one of Snarky Sniper. “I don’t think I could do this alone.”

“We’re family until the end,” Crosshair replied, pulling (Y/N) into himself and wrapping her in a warm embrace that seemed foreign but familiar to them both. “Where do we start?”

“Where our fight ended,” responded (Y/N) with a shakey voice, recalling when she’d gone to Eriadu, risking everything to follow the monorail track in search of Tech. She’d found the car's wreckage but no sign of Tech. If there was any blood, the rain had long since washed it away; there was no body to be found or any trace that he was even there, just what remained of the car.

“Tantis?” questioned Crosshair, confusion evident in his quiet voice as he took up the co-pilot’s seat.

“Hunter said Hemlock was the one to return Tech’s goggles; there’s got to be some trace, a lead to follow somewhere,” replied (Y/N), a slither of hope present in her otherwise whispered voice. She dared not speak louder in case her fears grew stronger and became her cruel reality.

“Setting course for Tantis,” worded Crosshair as (Y/N) piloted the ship safely away from the small island. As per tradition, the people waved goodbye, Hunter, Wrecker, and Omega among them.

“Take good care of them, Gonky,” spoke Omega through her com, receiving a simple gonk! in confirmation.

“We’ll see when you come home,” added Hunter, his voice filled with acceptance as if he knew the day would come when (Y/N) went in search of answers. As if he knew one day she’d go on the self-given mission to bring Tech home. “Stay safe out there.”

“You got it, Havoc #1,” replied (Y/N).

“I’ll make sure she comes home in one piece,” declared Crosshair, resting the stump of his wrist on his lap, grabbing onto the handle beneath his seat as he prepared for the rough climb out of Pabu’s atmosphere, “Our family’s been through enough. None of us can handle another loss.”

“We’re not losing anyone this time. We’re bringing our lost brother home,” replied (Y/N), determination alight in her voice. One way or another, the small family unit was going to be reunited again, no matter how long it took.

“Remind me again,” started Crosshair, fiddling with Tech’s broken goggles; now they’d left Pabu’s atmosphere. A smirk appeared across his lips as he remembered Tech’s hobby of recording everything—even the little things. “What you told us before we went into our first battle.”

“No matter what, I’ve got your back. I’d take a bullet for you if it comes to that. In the bitter end, we’re gonna be the last one standing.”

The holoclip appeared before the two, glowing blue and fuzzy. Of course, Tech had recorded it. They were so young back then, naive to what would happen when the war ended, unprepared for the cruel galaxy they lived in.

“Looks like Tech knew you were going to ask,” commented (Y/N); the smallest of grins appeared across her lips as she launched them into hyperspace. “Do you think Omega knows it?” she asked, curious if the boys would have shared the almost promise with Omega, the brave little girl growing up far too quickly, growing up to be a fighter no less—the best of all of them.

“She knows. Hunter would have made sure of it,” replied Crosshair, hope flooding his voice despite the uncertainty they both faced. “No matter what, Shortfire, I’ve got your back until the end.”

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